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Name:  Imashe Korbinchenko
Age: 30
Status: Dating
Children: none
Place of birth: Chicago
Siblings: None
Mood: Hot and flirty
Gifts: Mistress of illusion, An Enchantress


Imashe was born into a noble family that never really wanted a daughter...Her father always looking down at her as a slave that he made her do his bidding. Her brothers used to beat her, until one day they took her into the forest with instructions from their father. In doing this, Imashe was dragged by the arms and a sack over her head so that she couldn't find her way home. Dumped in the heart of  Chicago.. Lost and alone a few days later, she found herself standing in front of a tall Manor in only the rags she had upon her back. Her hair knotted and dirty, when the owner noticed Imashe as she turned her back to walk away into the forest.

A tall dark haired man watched her closely from the distance, each time bringing out some food and drink. Not knowing where the items came from, Imashe looked around scared out of her mind...Wrapping the warm blanket around her fragile form as she hid in the hollowed out tree. Until the Man couldn't take anymore and carried her gently in his arms to his Manor. Taking her upstairs and laid her gently upon the bed, turning around and headed out of the room to fetch warm water and a cloth.

As she lay there on the bed her eyes flickered awake then asleep, but taking in her surroundings. It was when she awoke to the soft touch of the cloth upon her brow, baby saw the one she called the dark prince, his eyes were dark as the night sky....His hair long and black that covered his black wings, his lips were ruby red with tiny pointy fangs.

Imashe reached up with her finger to touch them gently pricking her skin, letting a tiny drop of blood smear his lips....His eyes glowing red as fire, licking the blood from them she could hear a low growl coming from him....She sat up and looked at him with fear in her eyes, his hand reached out to grab her ankle pulling her close to him and commanded her to say the Prophecy.....Speaking in a soft whisper into her ear as his hand brushed her hair from throat "My Angel, come share this eternal night with me"

Imashe nodded her head, licking her dry lips "Take me into the darkness that i so yearn so many centuries ago, I give my life to you dark prince, my body and my soul" And with that he sank his fangs deep into her throat, draining her for the first time A few months later as they laid in front of an open fire, she looked up into his eyes her heart belonging to him alone. Her head on his chest and her arms around his waist "i will never forget you my love remember my love will always be for you deep in my heart, our time will come i promise you this my sweet prince" He placed his hand behind head pulling her close to his body "The first has been done" he whispered in her ear as he slid his fingers into her hair gripping her tight moving her head slightly to the right, his fangs slip into her soft throat draining her sweet life for a second time "When we are one, I will fulfill the rite. Remember I will return one day and claim you." She tilted her head to the side as she felt his fangs slide into her throat for the second time. feeling him drain her like that night he found her in the hollowed tree "yes my prince"...
 

Years later, Imashe found herself wandering through Dark city and found a Club. Pushing open the thick oak doors and slowly entered with a sway of her full hips, letting her eyes wander around she saw the club was packed with hungry and horny customers. They sat as a girl  came upon the stage to dance, upon the dance pole. She smiled softly as she went to sit on a stool by the bar, drinking a whisky and coke. Listening to the music when he wandered into the club, and sat down next to her. Letting his eyes wander over her young body, licking his lips before he spoke "Do you come here often " she smiled slightly at him and shook her head "no Sir, i never been here before".

Stories 

The Fall of the Korbinchenko Family (ongoing)

Stranded in middle of Chicago. (On going)