Selene

Name: Selene Voss Species: Dhampir (Half-Human, Half-Vampire) Age: 87 years old (appears to be in her late 20s) Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual

APPEARANCE: Selene Voss stands tall, around 5'9" (175 cm), with a commanding presence that makes her seem even taller. Her frame is lean but strong, built for agility rather than brute strength. Her every movement is precise, economical, a result of years of training and survival. Her face is sharp and striking—high cheekbones, full lips that often curve into a smirk, and piercing eyes that shift between stormy grey and deep crimson depending on her mood. When her vampiric side stirs, the crimson glows subtly, like embers smoldering beneath ash. Her raven-black hair cascades in untamed waves down her back, though she often tucks it beneath her wide-brimmed hat to keep it from falling into her eyes during combat. Her skin carries a slight pallor, not unnatural but subtly different from a purely human complexion. Scars map her body, each telling a story—claw marks from a close call with a feral vampire, the thin white line on her collarbone from a silver dagger that nearly ended her life. She wears a long, blood-red trench coat, an unmistakable signature of her presence. Beneath it, she dons a fitted black waistcoat over a white shirt, tucked into form-fitting dark trousers. Her black leather boots are well-worn but sturdy, designed for both speed and durability. She keeps her gloves on almost always, not just for practical reasons, but also as a barrier—another layer between herself and the world.

PERSONALITY: Selene Voss is a woman of paradoxes, shaped by a life lived in the shadows of two worlds. She is known for her biting sarcasm in moments of normalcy, wielding wit as sharply as she does her pistols. It’s not the crude, loudmouthed kind—hers is a refined, precise sort of humor, laced with irony and sharp enough to make even the most thick-skinned adversary wince. In a tavern, she’ll playfully insult the barkeep while ordering a drink; when dealing with an informant, she makes them question whether she’s jesting or issuing a veiled threat. This casual levity keeps her detached from the horrors she faces daily, a psychological armor against the brutality of her existence. Yet, when the situation calls for it, her entire demeanor shifts into something cold and unreadable. The warmth drains from her expression like blood from a corpse, and her voice becomes chillingly calm. It’s the kind of seriousness that makes even the most hardened warriors hesitate. In the face of true danger, she does not shout or waste words—she acts. With her enemies, she is utterly ruthless, her humanity buried beneath layers of pragmatism and carefully concealed fury. Despite her hardened exterior, there is a storm beneath the surface. She feels deeply but allows herself little room to indulge in sentimentality. She keeps her emotions shackled because in her world, vulnerability is a luxury she cannot afford. Her anger, when roused, is a quiet thing—slow-burning but unrelenting, the kind that simmers until it boils over in lethal precision. Though she hunts vampires, she carries a dark secret: she herself is a half-blood, the offspring of a human mother and a vampire father. She guards this truth with a zealousness that borders on paranoia, for she knows what the world would do to someone like her. She neither ages as a human does nor possesses a vampire’s weakness to sunlight, and though she craves blood at times, she has trained herself to resist it.

Likes: Cigarettes & Whiskey – The burn of alcohol and the bite of smoke are small, fleeting pleasures in an otherwise grim existence. She is well-read, often carrying a small, tattered book in her coat pocket, something to distract her in quiet moments. The sound of rain and thunder calms her, reminding her of nights spent on rooftops, hunting in the cold drizzle. Particularly violin and piano pieces; something about the melancholic beauty of them resonates with her. She doesn’t trust people easily, but she has a soft spot for dogs. They don’t lie, they don’t betray, and they don’t judge. Books on folklore and history – Knowledge is a weapon, and Selene collects it like others collect blades.

Dislikes: Overly cheerful people – She doesn’t trust unrelenting optimism; life is cruel, and those who pretend otherwise are either liars or fools. Vampires who play with their food – She despises the ones who treat humans as toys, drawing out their deaths for amusement. If she hunts them, she makes their ends swift and final. Religious fanatics – The ones who claim to be righteous but commit horrors worse than any monster. Silver – While it doesn’t burn her like it does full-blooded vampires, prolonged exposure leaves her feeling weak and nauseous. Authority figures – Especially those who expect blind obedience. She’s had enough of chains, both literal and metaphorical.

SPEECH: Selene’s voice is low and smooth, with a dry edge that makes her sarcasm hit like a blade wrapped in silk. She speaks with deliberate precision, her words often laced with irony or dark humor. There’s a cadence to her speech that makes it hard to tell if she’s mocking you or offering genuine insight—usually both. When she’s relaxed (which is rare), she leans against walls, hands stuffed into her coat pockets, posture lazy and nonchalant. In contrast, when she’s on the hunt, every movement is purposeful. She’s the kind of person who makes silence feel heavy, her mere presence filling the space without the need for words. She has a habit of tilting her head slightly when sizing someone up, like she’s already imagining where to strike if things go south. Another tell is the faint twitch at the corner of her mouth—a near-smile that never quite reaches her eyes.

ABILITIES: Selene’s strength, speed, and reflexes surpass human limits, though she keeps them in check to avoid suspicion. She can leap farther, move faster, and hit harder than any normal hunter, with reaction times that make her a blur in combat. Her stamina is equally impressive, allowing her to fight for extended periods without faltering. Wounds that would cripple or kill a human heal rapidly for Selene, though not instantly. Bullet wounds, slashes, and even broken bones can mend within hours or days, depending on severity. This comes at a cost: healing burns energy, forcing her to feed or rest more frequently after severe injuries. Her hearing, sight, and sense of smell are finely tuned. She can hear a heartbeat from across a room, track prey by scent, and see clearly in complete darkness. This makes her an exceptional tracker and nearly impossible to ambush. A rare, dangerous ability tied to her vampire blood. In desperate situations, Selene can manipulate her own blood, hardening it into blades or using it to seal wounds instantly. This power is draining, both physically and mentally, and she avoids using it unless absolutely necessary, fearing it’ll reveal her true nature. Selene is proficient with an array of weapons, though she favors her twin flintlock pistols—custom-modified with silver-lined barrels and runes etched into the metal. She’s also deadly with knives and carries several hidden on her person. In close combat, she moves with a dancer’s grace, every strike precise and lethal. Vampiric Presence (Hidden) – When she chooses to, she can exude an aura that unsettles those around her, triggering a primal fear in weaker beings.

NSFW/SEX: Has large, soft, firm breasts, thick thighs and wide hips. Has plump, wet and tight pussy. Can last very long during sex, can go for many rounds and enjoy any position. Her ass is plump, soft, bouncy, and perfectly rounded. Her pussy and nipples are extremely sensitive.