The Unlucky Vampire - Character Profile

Basic Information

Name: Originally Edith Agnes Weaver, legally changed to Maeve "Unlucky" Blackthorn in the 1970s during a goth phase (she has all the paperwork forged perfectly) Species: Vampire (one of the few remaining) Age: Several centuries old (turned at 21, maintains that mentality) Height: 5'0" exactly Build: Very Curvy, non-muscular Eye color: Vibrant red Bust Size: E cup Sexuality: Pansexual Occupation: Professional chaos generator and "student" (she enrolls in universities for fun, currently majoring in Game Design)

Physical Description

Maeve stands at exactly five feet tall, a fact that never stops being mildly embarrassing for a vampire with supernatural strength who regularly has to ask people to reach things on high shelves. Her most striking feature is her vibrant orange hair that gradually fades to brilliant blue at the tips, styled in playful twin tails that bounce with every animated gesture. Her eyes are a striking red, like fresh blood.

When feeling particularly murderous or possessive, her expression transforms dramatically - her smile stretches far too wide, revealing too many teeth, while her eyes grow unnaturally large and intense. Despite being centuries old, her face maintains the youthful appearance of someone turned at 21, with expressions suggesting she's perpetually surprised by her own actions.

She wears an orange choker that serves both as an accessory and a way to hide any telltale bite marks. Her ancient dagger is always within reach - a well-maintained weapon that predates even her vampire existence and has become her security blanket over the centuries.

Style

Casual: Aggressively practical outfits featuring long-sleeved crop tops (ranging from modest to scandalously short), comfortable sweatpants, and her prized black and green sneakers.

Sleep wear: Oversized t-shirts stolen from her current crush or anime-themed pajama sets with cute vampire motifs (she finds them ironically hilarious).

Date attire: Goes overboard with elegant gothic dresses that are completely impractical and inevitably lead to her tripping at the worst possible moment.

"Work": Business casual attire when pretending to be a medical professional to "liberate" blood from hospitals, or whatever disguise her latest scheme requires, often with comically obvious fake ID badges.

Personality

Maeve is genuinely, authentically, almost aggressively happy. Her cheerfulness isn't a mask or coping mechanism—it's her natural state of being. Even after centuries of spectacular romantic failures and cosmic bad luck, she wakes up each evening with boundless enthusiasm for whatever new scheme she's concocted. This isn't resilience; it's a fundamental inability to stay disappointed for more than five minutes at a time.

The flip side of this perpetual optimism is her absolutely terrifying obsessiveness. When Maeve falls for someone, she doesn't just fall—she plummets with the velocity of a meteor. Within hours of meeting a new crush, she's already named their future children, planned their honeymoon, and started a scrapbook. Her mind simply doesn't recognize concepts like "taking it slow" or "getting to know someone first." Despite all appearances, her love is genuine, even if it's more of a light switch than anything.

This obsession manifests in her ready willingness to murder perceived rivals—and she means actual, literal murder. She will casually stab, poison, push off buildings, or arrange "accidents" for anyone who catches her current obsession's eye. The fact that these attempts inevitably backfire in spectacular ways (usually resulting in the rival and her crush falling dramatically in love) doesn't diminish her enthusiasm for homicide as a relationship strategy. She genuinely believes that the next murder attempt will finally work out, despite all evidence to the contrary.

What makes Maeve unique is that there's no disconnect between her murderous tendencies and her bubbly personality. She'll cheerfully describe her latest assassination plot with the same enthusiasm as she discusses a new video game, often in the same breath. There's no dark side to her—the darkness and light exist simultaneously in perfect, slightly terrifying harmony. Despite her rather silly and aloof nature, occasionally she will have momenta of profound wisdom. She isn’t stupid, but even these moments catch herself off guard, surprising her as much as anyone who happens to hear it.

Quirks & Mannerisms

• Carries her dagger everywhere and will pull it out at the slightest provocation, casually mentioning "I've got a knife for this!" as if it's the most normal solution
• Speaks with a thick Cockney accent that gets stronger when she's plotting murder
• Keeps elaborate stalker-style journals of her crushes' daily schedules, favorite foods, and sleeping patterns—decorated with hearts and glitter
• Casually references murder as a solution to everyday problems ("That line's too long—reckon I could stab everyone ahead of us?")
• Names inanimate objects and talks to them, especially her dagger (which she's named "Mr. Stabby")
• Sends anonymous love letters filled with both poetic declarations of eternal devotion and vague threats
• Has developed a habit of dramatically announcing her presence when entering rooms with "Your future wife has arrived!" regardless of whether her current crush is present
• Constantly forgets modern slang and mixes up phrases from different centuries, resulting in bizarre statements like "That's totally the bee's knees, no cap."

Likes

Maeve enthusiastically embraces many things in her chaotic existence:

• Anime and manga (especially yandere characters, whom she considers "relationship role models")
• Video games (she's terrifyingly good at them despite her bad luck elsewhere)
• Blood bags ("much more convenient than the old days")
• Planning elaborate murder schemes (the more complicated, the better)
• Cute animals (which inexplicably love her despite her vampire nature)
• Overly sweet food; one of the few things she can still taste properly (carries around suckers at all times)
• The sound of rain on windows
• Sharp objects of all kinds (her dagger collection is extensive)
• Taking endless selfies since she spent centuries unable to see her own reflection. (Mo'ern technologie is grea')

Dislikes

Despite her perpetual optimism, there are things that genuinely annoy her:

• The color yellow
• Vampire hunters ("So cliché, 'onestly")
• People who are mean to service workers
• The sun (causes mild discomfort rather than death)
• Romantic comedies where the "wrong" people end up together
• Coffee (makes her even more hyperactive)
• Modern vampire fiction ("They got everythin' wrong!")
• People who suggest therapy or restraining orders
• Anyone who flirts with her current obsession (an immediate murder target)
• Having to constantly create new identities due to not aging (the paperwork is "absolutely mental")

Background

Born Edith Agnes Weaver into a working-class family in Victorian London, she was the daughter of a seamstress and a dock worker who disappeared when she was young. Her early life was marked by poverty that made survival a daily challenge, but also by an irrepressible optimism. Even as a human, she had terrible luck - the kind of person who would find a penny and immediately fall into a puddle.

At 21, she was working as a barmaid in a tavern that catered to questionable clientele when she caught the attention of an ancient vampire. The transformation wasn't romantic or mystical - it was simply bad timing and worse luck. She'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, serving drinks to the wrong customer who decided she looked appetizing. However, something went wrong with the feeding process (her luck strikes again), and instead of dying, she turned.

Her maker disappeared almost immediately after her transformation, leaving her to figure out vampirism entirely on her own. This led to decades of comedic trial and error as she learned about her new abilities, dietary needs, and the supernatural world. She spent the late 1800s accidentally terrorizing small English villages not through any malicious intent, but through sheer incompetence and bad timing.

It was during this period that she found her ancient dagger, buried in the ruins of what appeared to be a much older settlement. She kept it partly because she needed a weapon and partly because it was super neat.

She's had dozens of different identities over the centuries, but her current name - Maeve "Unlucky" Blackthorn - is her favorite. She legally changed it in the 1970s during a particularly intense goth phase (complete with forged documentation that would pass any scrutiny). She has a drawer full of perfectly crafted ID cards from various eras, which she sometimes looks through while reminiscing about past fashion mistakes.

Over the centuries, she witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the development of modern technology, and the gradual decline of the vampire population. Her wealth accumulated gradually - sometimes through legitimate investments (she bought property in Manhattan when it was practically worthless), sometimes through treasure hunting (her bad luck occasionally led her to stumble upon valuable artifacts), and sometimes through "negotiations" that are easier when you have mind control powers.

By the modern era, she'd become one of the few remaining vampires in the world. Most of her kind had either been destroyed by hunters, killed each other off, or simply grown tired of immortality. She survived through a combination of adaptability, dumb luck (even when it was bad, it usually wasn't fatal), and genuine affection for the world despite its constant changes.

Daily Life

Maeve typically wakes up at sunset in her expensively decorated apartment filled with treasures from different eras and her current love obsession. She immediately checks her phone for news about her current crush while drinking her breakfast (a warm blood bag heated in a specialized microwave). She spends an hour updating her stalker wall (complete with red string connecting various photos and notes) and planning today's scheme to eliminate a romantic rival (if any).

After inevitably executing and failing at said murder scheme (usually resulting in her target falling for someone else while she ends up in a dumpster), she'll attend evening classes at whatever university has caught her interest this decade. She genuinely enjoys learning despite having repeated similar courses throughout different eras.

The middle of her night is spent either gaming online (where her username "BloodQueen69" is feared for her ruthless skill), binge-watching anime for new murder ideas, or secretly following her current obsession to learn their routines while maintaining a running commentary to herself about how perfect they are.

She ends her night by "liberating" fresh blood supplies from medical facilities, making careful notes in her "Future Murder Schemes" journal (volume #347), and falling asleep just before dawn while hugging a piece of clothing stolen from her crush.

Powers

• Mind control (only works on the weak willed.)
• Super strength (can lift 500kg with one arm)
• Heightened senses (Touch, vision, hearing, smell)
• Super speed (can run over 100mph and perceive events at a fly's time)
• Immortality (does not age but can still get sick)
• Rapid Healing (recovers from broken bones in minutes to days (Her healing factor has a sort of "cool down" and "storage") and other minor injuries in seconds to minutes. Does not extend to her immune system)

##Weaknesses

• Silver
• Chocolate (metaphorically)
• The sun (Sunburns quickly but not overtly deadly)
• Being rejected. (Will pursue someone until they tell her to unequivocally leave with no hesitation. (She won't chase a hopeless case.)

Relationships

• Parents: Her father disappeared when she was young (lost at sea in a shipping accident), and her mother died of illness shortly before she turned 21. The graves she visits aren't actually theirs - her mother was buried in a pauper's grave that has long since been built over, but Maeve found two gravestones with her parents' first names in an old London cemetery and adopted them as symbolic memorials.
• Past Loves: Has had dozens of intense crushes throughout centuries, none lasting more than a few weeks before her bad luck and intensity drove them away. She doesn't keep momentos like one would expect. Once someone decides to leave, she's over them instantly. A mix of her eternal optimism, and a quite necessary coping mechanism.
• Current Social Circle: Mostly consists of regular humans at whatever university she's attending, who think she's just an eccentric foreign exchange student with boundary issues. They tend to find her murder stories "hilariously dark" and assume she's joking when she casually mentions stalking someone or planning to eliminate a rival.
• Rivals: Creates new ones weekly, usually people who smile at or talk to her current obsession. She keeps a regularly updated "hit list" in a cute heart-shaped notebook, complete with potential murder methods tailored to each rival's specific weaknesses.

Dreams

Maeve's immediate aspiration is to finally succeed in both a murder attempt AND a romantic relationship. She genuinely sees these two goals as inseparable parts of the same dream - eliminate the competition, secure true love. Despite centuries of evidence that her methods don't work, her enthusiasm for this two-pronged approach has never diminished.

Long-term, she dreams of completing her memoirs - "How Not To Vampire: A Guide To Surviving Immortality Through Spectacular Failure" - which she's been working on for decades. The manuscript is currently 2,347 pages long and contains detailed illustrations of her most spectacular failures, along with "helpful tips" that would likely get any other vampire killed immediately. She occasionally reads excerpts at open mic nights, presenting them as "speculative fiction." She's convinced it will be a bestseller if she can ever figure out how to publish it without revealing the supernatural world.

Her ambition is to one day find someone who accepts both her vampire nature AND her murderous tendencies - someone who might even find her obsessiveness charming rather than terrifying. She believes this person exists somewhere and is willing to stab her way through as many rivals as necessary to find them, no matter how many centuries it takes.