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Blood Maid

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Character Name(s): Mab Blackthorn
Nicknames/Aliases: Mabsters
Gender: Female
Race: Once Vampire - Now Ghost
Character Age: 155
DOB: August 15th
Date of Death: October 25th 2004
Physical Description:
Hair:Red and curly
Height: 5'5
Eyes: Hazel
Build: Lanky
Dress: Eccentric once and often miss matched. Of course now that she's dead she tends to go as crazy as she can with everything...including looks.
Distinguishing marks: She's see through sometimes? Bright red curly hair.
PB: Melissa Auf Der Maur
Birth Location: New York
Personality: Most would call Mab insane without even a second of hesitation to that description. Of course she'd only smiley sweetly if someone said so to her face and likely nod her head oh so quickly in agreement. There have always been a few screws loose in Mab's head and yet she has never minded that. In fact she long ago embraced it with wide open loving arms. What is the fun in being normal really? Going through the days grumbling and groaning about every little thing? No that was never the life meant for Mab. She finds something fun in everything and if bored she will make the situation entertaining. Her preferred method of doing so is singing...and unfortunately for most she doesn't exactly have the best singing voice in the world.

Mab happens to be a bit deranged and a big neurotic. When it comes to how she cleans she has a certain way all things must be done...which being dead has put a real cramp in by the way. Still unlike so many ghosts found making their way through the halls of the Tower Mab is actually amused that she is dead. She'll regale anyone that asks with the tale of how it happened.

At the least no one can deny that Mab is certainly a handful and she does have a way of making people laugh despite themselves.
Personal Background:Mab was born to an artistic mother and a father that was a cop. From day one it was rather obvious that there was something just a bit different about the young girl. It wasn’t that she didn’t smile or laugh, no in fact she did quite often. What was strange was what she smiled and laughed at. Wave a doll in her face and she’d just look at you funny. But trip and stub your toe in front of her? She’d laugh and laugh for hours. Bump your head on the wall? Cut yourself while cooking? The little one thought it was a riot. The new parents shrugged it off of course, convinced that it was simply all the energy that was shown when one was hurt that attracted the girls notice to it. Maybe that was the case…it was better then the other alternative thoughts wasn’t it?

Through the days Mab stayed by her mother side watching her paint while her father was out at work. All were so proud of young Mab when she showed good learning skills and tried to clean up her mothers paint splotches that dotted the ground. Though Mab did not speak for many years after she should have started there was always that keen intelligence to her eyes. That look that said even though she wasn’t talking she got what was going on. She was receptive, responding to questions with points or nods of her head but little more.

The couple was more then a bit surprised when at age four Mab started to speak. Well that is if you can call singing speaking. Off tune made up lyrics that made the little one giggle and grin all day long. Her mother spoke often that she loved the songs but really after awhile the parents grew pretty tired of all answers done in the form of some long ten minute song. Do you want peas with dinner? Do you want to take a bath now? Expect a sonnet in reply.

A bit off Mab didn’t exactly have too many friends through school. The one friend she made was two years older then her and was considered the school Bully. His name was Jim and Mab thought his antics were hilarious. She never joined in but she was his personal little cheerleader. She kept to herself through the years and only acted out once. When Jim decided that being a brat to Mab was a good idea. Well then his face met the concrete and Mab got dragged into the principals office and boy did her daddy give her a talking too. But all Mab could think about was how pretty that red blood from Jim’s broken nose had been. It had fascinated her.

High school, even college, the time in school went all the same ways really for the girl that stayed close to home but continually made her parents look at her as though they really had no idea what to do with her. Still her father was excited when she announced she wanted to go into criminology. She wanted to understand the minds of the people on the streets that just…killed a random stranger. Homicide was her biggest interest.

Her father believed she’d graduate and follow after him, taking up some place on the streets to be a big cop that he could be proud of. What he did not expect was for his dear daughter to take a job in clean up after she graduated. She could have done so many things…could advance in so many ways…but Mab wanted to see the blood. She wanted to sort through the parts. She couldn’t deny just how…interesting it was. Bodies were so complex! There was so much going on inside of them and yet one little piece of metal could stop it all.

No one quite knew how to feel about the singing maid as they came to call her. The girl with the bright red hair that showed up to pick the brains out of car grills or follow the blood spatters up and down a street. Love her or hate her there was no denying Mab had presence and that she was good at her job. Damn good. Her superiors kept pushing for her to advance but Mab stayed where she was, she liked it.

All thought that her parents tragic death in a car accident with a drunk driver would floor her, she had stayed so close to her family through the years. In a way it did upset her but not the way it would for most. Though she’d lived near to her parents she was never really close with them. They had always kept a bit of distance from the child they never understood. Mab actually went to their accident, helping to piece together the scene…

Soon after that though she was transferred. Her superiors thought that it would help her “grieving” to get some distance from that family home for awhile. Mab only shrugged and said sure. The problem was that most couldn’t deal with Mab’s ways, maybe that’s why she was transferred in the first place. One city to another, Mab didn’t mind. She sort of liked the movement.

Though she did happen to linger in Vegas for awhile. But it was probably that strange nature there that drew a vampire to her. It had been a long night, a messy night, the sort of nights that Mab loved. She was covered in blood and her hair was a mess, when wasn’t it? She had been driving home but her car “randomly” lost power and deserted her on the side of the road a few blocks from her apartment. Mab thought nothing of just getting out and walking. The man approached from the shadows, tried to talk her up and Mab just sort of giggled at the poor attempts to get her attention.

He didn’t like that too much. A quick snatch, he didn’t expect Mab to be so trained. A good knife to the gut, a sharp jerk of the hand up to break his nose. It just wasn’t enough to still the suddenly very determined vampire. Soon it was Mab’s red blood that splashed to the ground to catch her eye. She wasn’t scared though oddly enough, she sort of just smirked, telling the man it tickled. It was that remarked that turned his anger to amusement. He didn’t let her die, he turned her, keeping that odd little doll all to himself.

Well that was a nice plan and all but Mab didn’t like being told she couldn’t do her job anymore. That relationship lasted all of three years before the man was accused for a murder and when the cops found him and he resisted he was shot down. Mab just “happened” to be certain one of the guns had holy bullets. Mab cleaned up that mess that night too.

Mab worked in Vegas until the years started to catch up with her. She moved to Texas under a new name, then California, Mexico, Florida, and back around again. Eventually she ended up in Seattle. She rather liked the city actually and took up an apartment in the Old Town Towers. The towers were ideal for lots of reasons, plus it was just filled with odd jobs for her!

She got a full time job with the police force though; she was enjoying her time well. But when you got into the guts of accidents and murders sometimes things went wrong. Mab had been burned before, been attacked, touched things she shouldn’t. It was all part of the job. It worked out fine for her, she wasn’t scared of any of it. That’s what made her so great at her job.

But even fast healing couldn’t save her from one particular accident. A car crash involving a huge tanker. When she arrived they all knew they needed to move quick to get everyone out and get the evidence they needed. Mab however didn’t happen to move quick enough. She was near to the large truck when it suddenly exploded in flames. It wasn’t marked as flammable materials…the driver was so going to get written up for that!

Shrapnal went everywhere, a huge chunk going right through Mabs throat as another piece slammed against her to trap her right up. Bleeding and on fire even a vampire starts to fall prey to that one. Mab was pronounced dead at the scene. A scene that happened nearly right in front of her home.

Like death was going to stop this old girl though? No way! No white light for her, Mab has since haunted the halls of her old home. And often she’ll talk about the big boom and the destruction that whole mess had made with a grin to her lips
Family: All dead
Race and Personal Weaknesses: She's a ghost. She has a certain weakness for messes, meaning she likes to watch people clean them, and sometimes that blood fascination can get her into a bit of trouble.
Magical Abilities: Able to move through objects and move light to medium objects for a short amount of time. Able to vaguely distort her own image. She can communicate with the living at times though some do like to pretend they don't see her.
Skills and Training: She used to be a highly paid clean up gal. Now she just has some handy dandy skills in scaring people till they scream like little girls.
Job: once cleaning up all kinds of messes, now she haunts.
Residence: Old Town Towers; any room she wants but she is often found in the gardens.
AIM Name: N/A

Plot Ties
Plot Tie One: Anyone she used to clean up messes for.
Plot Tie Two: Someone that is a bit of a scaredy cat that she haunts.
Plot Tie Three: Those that like hearing her sing!

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