Height: 5'6" Weight: 125 lbs.

Hair: Blonde Eyes: Green

Build: Atheltic Complexion: Pale

Superhuman strength Vampires have shown exceptional strength. Newborns are shown to be stronger than the average man, though weak next to more experienced vampires. The older the vampire, the stronger they become. Speed A vampire can move a lot faster than a human. Their movements regularly make them appear to be a mere blur. They can also move quietly around humans, easily sneaking behind them. Accelerated healing Glamour Vampires have also been shown to glamor their victims to do their bidding, question them, and even make them forget about any recent events. This was most likely a primary ability for feeding. Excessive glamouring can negatively effect the mental stability of a victim, causing one man to have emotional shivers and insist his worse dreams were coming true, even after additional glamouring to the contrary by a more powerful vampire.

History: Eryn grew up a thousand years ago in Ireland. A young girl who worked with her family on their farm. She was 29 when she was taken from the world. Kidnapped by her maker and turned, forced into a life she did not want, until she finally accepted it. Eryn grew up in the vampire politics, having taken reign of the island after a few hundred years. She finally crossed the pond to America and grew up there when settlements began. James town, the establishment of the 13 colonies, she was there. Her sway was noted, but she did not take any special status. She has now been appointed the Queen of Alabama. And holds close ties with the Queen of Louisiana and surrounding states. She has sway over the younger vampires of the south. She is third oldest to Godric, Eric's Maker and some would say a close personal friend to him. We're all alone in the city My hands are stoned with pity I could get by or get high with fifty yeah And I, I, I, don't feel pretty Today And there's a lady in a stable Her daddy reads her fables About the moon and his bride He's in her room every night And feeds upon a table Of silken robes, an altar of stone But the child is unable To run run run And flee his tower of babel So blood blood blood Slithers down her ankles We're all alone in the city My hands are stoned with pity I could get by or get high with fifty yeah And I, I, I, don't feel pretty Today