Back to Basics:
Name: Thanh Li – http://twitter.com/night_vixen
Nickname: No one’s stuck around long enough to give her one.
Member Group/Coven Affiliation: please? A coven? No in the hell way.
Born On: Like it’s any of your business, but April 26, 1977
Born in: (city/state, province, country) Hanoi, North Vietnam
Living in: China, Japan, Indonesia, wherever the wind takes me.
If Vampire, date turned: late august, 2002.
If Vampire, who sired you?: don’t know, don’t care.
Let’s Get Physical:
Height: 170 cm
Weight: Again, not your business, but if you must know 47 kg
Hair: long, black silk.
Eyes: crimson to black and back again.
Body: I was blessed, or cursed, with good looks. At a young age, my parents recognized my beauty, and they put it to good use. I developed those luscious curves that every man craves earlier than most girls. By the age of 14 I was a vixen, and I knew how to move to show myself in the best light. I still know how to make a man forget his own name with a flip of my hair. Slender, yes, I appear a soft, gentle thing. I look weak and helpless, which makes drawing in my prey all the easier.
Special Powers: the only powers I need are a banging body and some smooth-talking. The rest takes care of itself.
Welcome to My World:
My mother: Tuyet
My father: Lanh
My siblings: Sisters – Lang (b. 1982), Mai (b. 1983), Thien (b. 1987). Brothers – Hung (b. 1979), Thu (b. 1981)
My children: there is no god damn way I’m spending eternity looking after a kid
Important Friends: Friends are for the weak.
My love/crushes/relationships: I’ve severed all my ties. Nothing to hold me back.
Mortal Enemy: anyone who looks better than me.
Personal History: Growing up in North Vietnam sucks. Especially when your parents are basically peasants and have to use every means possible to get food on the table. And by “every means possible” I mean exploiting those good-for-nothing daughters. The girls can’t farm like the boys can, so put them to use doing something they’re good at. My father sold me to the North Vietnamese army. Well, he sold my body anyway. From the age of 12 I was a prostitute for those soldiers who had left caring wives behind. I didn’t know of any other way to live, so I just accepted it. I couldn’t let my younger siblings starve, and most peasant girls my age had found the same employment. I prided myself on the fact that I earned more than any of the other girls in my district. The soldiers asked for me night after night, not even caring that their comrade had just had me before. Of course, there were “side effects” to this lifestyle. Yeah, I had a few abortions. None of the soldiers believed in condoms and like I could afford the pill. It was cheaper for the army to reimburse the local midwife to take care of my “problems.”
As I got older, so did my little sisters. Soon both Lan and Mai had joined me in what was quickly becoming the “family business.” My father had seen how lucrative I was and sold Lan and Mai at even younger ages – 11 and 10. I taught them everything I knew. It was only after finding Mai curled up in a corner crying after a long night that I realized what we were and what we were doing. I knew it was too late for me. I had long ago sold my soul and any emotions that would hinder my success, but I had to do what I could for my sisters.
I was past my prime when the opportunity finally arose. My father had since expanded his “business” into a brothel and had put me in charge of training the new girls. I was being surpassed every day by younger, prettier girls and I hated it. Then the marriage talks started. Some ancient, disgusting general thought he could hold me down for the rest of his life. I wasn’t going to have it, even if he didn’t have much longer left on this earth. No matter what those men did to my body, my mind and spirit had always been my own. Being married would kill any last shred of myself that I held on to. At the age of 25, I packed up my belongings and took off.
I planned on coming back for my sisters as soon as I had saved enough money to buy them off of my father, I really did. But as I snuck through my country, I had to put those previously acquired skills to use in order to be allowed admittance with no questions asked. When I met “him” I figured he was just another lonely soldier looking for the comfort of a woman’s thighs. Little did I know that he was just looking for his next meal, and was all the more pleased to find it came with some entertainment beforehand. He thought he killed me. The fool. He only managed to turn me, which makes me think he must not have been much more than a newborn himself. Since that day I’ve wandered across Asia, avoiding others of my kind. I’ve heard rumors of larger covens to the west, so I’ll stay put. I keep under the radar and move from place to place quickly. I’ve tried to find my way back to my sisters, but I just can’t bring myself to face them now. Maybe one day I’ll go back. If they are well and happy, I will go on with my existence. If not, I will seek out and destroy every single person responsible for their unhappiness.
Inside, Everybody’s Hiding Something
Likes: flirting, dancing, getting my way with both men and women, designer clothing, fast cars, being the hottest person in the room, envious stares, parties that never seem to end, night, prey that plays hard to get.
Dislikes: men who think they can refuse me, women who get angry when they’re jealous, prey that’s too easy, authority figures, people who think they look better than me, people who do look better than me, being stuck in the same spot for too long, the daytime, men who flirt and then never follow through, the countryside.
Fears: Falling in love, finding that my sisters have died unhappy.
Habits: I constantly flip my hair back when beginning the game of flirting with my prey. I also have a habit of tuning out my prey when they speak to me. Talk is cheap, after all.
Strengths: My independence, my ability to talk my way into and out of just about anything, my fashion sense.
Weakness: A good looking man, or occasionally woman. I tend to spend money as quickly as I come by it. I like to always look my best, and that is costly.
Goals: To find my sisters one day and make sure they are safe. If my sisters are not well, then I will kill whoever has harmed them. Other than that, I only want to ensure that I never get tied down, no attachments, no mate.
Secret(s): My one soft spot is for orphaned girls. There are a lot in Asian countries, and I give most of my money to organizations to help them out. The fewer child prostitutes, the better. I have never told anyone about this, nor do I plan to tell them.
Personality: A lot of people call me shallow, but I say it’s a byproduct of my history. I learned at a young age that you can’t get attached, you can’t let emotions and feelings in the way, they’ll only hold you back and complicate things. I take care of my needs and that’s about it. This isn’t exactly the life I would have chosen, but since I’m here, I’m gonna enjoy every damn minute of it. I’m cold and uncaring, I guess, but what better way to survive? The only people I’ll ever love are my baby sisters. Once they’re gone, I’ll be completely free of all attachments.
My personal motto is: Love ‘em, drain ‘em, leave ‘em. That pretty much covers all the bases as far as the necessities go. I don’t care much else past that. I’ve run across the odd coven or two in my travels, and I don’t want anything to do with that lifestyle. The last time a family depended on me, I ended up dragging everyone else down with me. That sure as hell isn’t going to happen again. If I’m by myself, I can only disappoint myself. I have a family, no, I /had/ a family. I don’t need another one.
Along those lines, I don’t need a mate. I didn’t want general whatshisface and I sure as hell don’t want you. Love is a weakness. My mother and my father didn’t love each other. Their marriage was one of convenience, arranged by their parents. I highly doubt love even actually exists. It’s just a delusion we talk ourselves into believing. Well I’m not about to become delusional.
