Biography:
She had been just a year old, when her parents died. Her parents had taken the small child to some important event in Dublin Ireland. While they were technically in hiding, they had met others who were in similar situations and were in hiding themselves. It was an event those in hiding had set up. But unfortunately, there was a traitor among them. A storm had swept in during the event. As the storm continued to rage, it masked the attack that had followed. Vampires working with Dark Wizards, attacked. Her father, a rogue Vampire, had fought the attackers (unknown to Rikkali as she was just a year-old child) with devastating injuries.

beneath a covered table, in hopes the child would be safe. As her mother turned to face the attackers, she had been killed immediately. During the attack, the table Rikkali had been placed under, had collapsed upon her. When the attack was over, Rikkali's parents had been found nearby the table that she was under. Her mother already deceased, and her father's injuries were severe. He and his daughter had been taken to St. Mungos, but he passed away three hours later, due to his injuries and the refusal of being treated due to his Vampiric status. Rikkali survived with only a gash on her cheek. Rikkali was healed by one of the Mediwizards at St. Mungos. For now, those who had attacked, believed all three had perished.

orphan, and she had been sent to a temporary home to be adopted out, which didn't take long, as she was just a small babe. The first few years went by smoothly. She laughed, cried, played just like a normal babe. But shortly after she turned five years, that was when things started going wrong for her. The wizarding family she had been placed with seemed to be oblivious to what was happening. The foster parents decided they wasn't ready to deal with a child like her. She had difficulty being out in the direct sunlight, painfully burning within the hour. As she aged, she became a bit of a problem child.

wizarding family. She always would try hiding the accidents, but the truth always revealed itself in the end. But her new foster parents seemed to overlook it all. She thought something had been wrong with her at first, until her foster parents finally gave her an explanation of who and what she was. When Rikkali was nearing her eleventh birthday, her foster parents had finally sat her down explaining to her fully about who and what she was. They had mentioned it a few times prior to this, but now they explained it all. Rikkali was technically still in hiding, much the same as her parents had been. They lived in the small town of Enniskerry, Ireland. Population of just a little over 2000. There were some who believed that Rikkali is an abomination and would rather her not being on the face of the earth. When the foster parents had taken Rikkali in, they weren't told much as to why they had to remain in hiding, or at the very least a semi-hiding living. It took a lot of digging. While they still didn't know everything, they still gave Rikkali what they had dug up when she turned ten. They figured it was a decent age, old enough to understand at the very least.

being a rogue vampire, they had other vampires after them, as well as the Dark Wizards that wanted to keep them under their control, keep them working for them. Syraia and Alarik hated the work they were doing for the Dark Wizards but remained because it kept the vampires at bay. When they decided they wanted a family, they wanted to distance themselves from the Dark Wizards. But when they tried, they realized it wasn't going to be easy.

with anger. When she finally received her Acceptance letter, determination had set in. Determined to learn all she can, to master all that she needed. Then one day, maybe she would cross those responsible for the death of her parents. She has high hopes that she would be the one responsible for putting a stop to them, one way or another. She hoped to be there when the verdict came, and they were sent to Azkaban. Before leaving for school, her foster mother taught her an illusion spell, just a simple one, to make her skin look a bit more normal.

First Instance of Magic:
first appeared. She had been left in the living room with toys, alone. She and her foster mother had just returned home from shopping. Her foster father had been at work. The fireplace had been dark and cold while they were away, and her foster mother had left it that way while she put the groceries away.

mother could 'see' her in the living room. But just as she turned her back to put something into the cupboard, flames were shooting out of the fireplace. At five years old, Rikkali sat a short distance from the fireplace, giggling as the flames were licking toward her and she had her hand outstretched toward the flames.

the culprit, the foster parents knew and blamed her for the incidents. They weren't the nicest parents. Rikkali always felt out of place and as if she didn't belong there, therefore became a bit of a problem child after that, so much so that those who fostered her got fed up and sent her away to be taken in by another family. The new foster parents were better. At least they tried explaining to her what was happening, even if they did keep the knowledge of her parents from her until she received her Acceptance letter.

This story has yet to be told.

Syraia, had left work late one night. Her home was a little over a block from her work, so she walked. As she passed a dark alley, she heard something within. It sounded sinister. She rushed past and continued to hurry her way home. She hadn't a clue what it was she had heard, and she didn't think she wanted to find out. She didn't slow her pace and kept looking over her shoulder.

and locking the door. Her heart raced as she peered out the window into the dark street. No one was there. She breathed a sigh of relief. 'Maybe I imagined it? It certainly wasn't the first time I've imagined such things.' she thought to herself. She truly hated being afraid of nearly everything. But she had to work, else wouldn't be able to pay her bills. That worked, most times had her working late.

bed when she felt as if she were being watched. She whipped her head around to the window, which faced to her back yard. It was dark beyond her window. She walked over and peered out, checked the window to be sure it was locked, then shrugged off the feeling. She crawled into her bed and fell asleep, sleeping soundly that night.

to be to work until six pm which will put her out at two am again. She really hated the late hours but had no other options. She left and made her way to work. The walk was night, sun shining above her. Her mind wandered as she thought about last night. The strange noise from the dark alley, the feeling as if she were being followed and watched. It hadn't been the first time she had had those feelings of being followed and watched. It hadn't even been the first time she had heard strange noises coming from that same dark alley.

racing each time, despite being frightened, deep down she was curious in a reckless way. If someone was really following her, really watching her, who is it? Why did they follow and watch her? Questions she couldn't answer, yet. And yes, she wanted answers, but would she like those answers? She cleared her head just as she stepped inside the club where she tended the bar. She headed to the back, and into the staff break room. Putting her things into a locker, she then headed back out into the club proper, clocked in and began her shift.

ordered nothing but watched Syraia closely. He was tall, with pale skin. He sported dark wavy hair, that hung just past his shoulders His eyes appeared to be strangely dark, in an alluring away. Syraia felt his watching her, feeling the same as she had many times before. 'Is he the one who's been following me? Watching me?' she wondered to herself. The man gave her a brief closed lip smile. She gave a smile back and continued to work. He sat at the other end of the bar from her section. Tobias worked the end of the bar where the man sat.

where Tobias' section started. Tobias handed a drink to the customer in front of him and turned to her. "You see that one at my end?" he said with a shake of his head. She gave him a nod. "Yes, I noticed him." she replied. "Strange one. Refuses to order anything. As you can see, he has not even a glass before him. I keep asking but he just says no and stares down this way. Not sure what or who he's staring at though." Tobias stated. Syraia already knew the answer to that question, as she caught him staring at her each time she'd turn to look his way.

When her shift ended, she had grabbed her things from the staff breakroom, and despite having that feeling of being watched creeping up on her again, she headed for home. She hurried her feet, as that feeling increased. She was approaching that dark alley. Those strange noises came from it again. Somewhere behind her, it felt as if she were being followed. She looked back but seen no one. Taking a deep breath, to ready herself to hurry past that dark alley. As she turned back to do just that, the man from the club stood before her. She stopped in her tracks, backing up a bit.

frightened." he spoke with an English accent. His words seemed soothing to Syraia. She relaxed slightly, but not fully. "Who are you?" she asked. "The name is Alarik." the man replied. "You were at the club." she stated. He gave a nod of his head. "I've always been there." he said. "What do you mean always?" she asked as she glanced nervously at the dark alley where those strange sounds still came from.

should be away from this alley. I do not much like the idea of tangling with what's within." he stated without answering her question. "And what would that be?" she asked. "I shall answer any questions, once we are away from here. You are not safe." he stated. She gave a nod of her head. "I shall see you safely home." he added. "Wait, are you the one who's been following me? Watching me?" she asked him. "Yes and no. I follow and watch until you are safe within your home, then I leave you. he said as they hurried past the dark alley. "Why?" she asked. "Shh... I shall reveal once you're safe." he said as he glanced back at the alley.

over two years. Ever since she started working at that club. He found her beautiful and interesting. Originally, he had plans of killing her, had been ordered to kill her, feed upon her. Despite the laws. But for some reason, he just couldn't do it. It wasn't until later; he figured out why. He had fallen for the human woman. Something he had sworn he'd never do. They hurried to her house. Then he remained outside the door as she had gone inside.

followed her in. She wasn't sure why but somehow felt safe with him. He stayed outside her door. "Are we planning to sit outside so I can get answers?" she asked. He gave a shake of his head. "It is not polite to enter without an invitation." he stated. It wasn't entirely the truth. A vampire could not physically enter without an invite. Something prevented them. "Well then, I am inviting you in." she said, she wasn't sure why, but she didn't feel frightened by the man. "Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked. She nodded her head and invited in him again.

answered each and every one of them without hesitation. When she asked why he followed and watched her. His reply was that he was trying to keep her safe. She asked again, 'why'. "I apologize. I had been ordered to kill you, to feed upon you. I went about my normal routine, which is stalking the person for a time, to learn their routine, then I would find a way to put myself in their path, gain their trust. But with you, it was different. I had already been stalking a few other victims when I spotted you. You had been my next target, but I wasn't quite ready for you yet. But then I found myself unable to stay away from you until I was ready for you. I ended up following you for two years, watching you, and making sure you were safe. I had told my superiors that the only reason I hadn't taken your life yet, was because I was still stalking my other victims, therefore I hadn't been ready for you yet. Then they sent a another to do what I could not. This one is what we call a feral. Very dangerous." he stated. "One of you? A feral? Please explain." she said. It was time to reveal what he truly was. When he did, Syraia was startled, yet somehow, not frightened in any way. She felt as if she was drawn to him. She couldn't understand it.

turned rogue when he realized he was in love with Syraia, and therefore instead of killing her by draining her blood, he married her in secret. Other vampires were not happy with his decision. Within that first year, they had turned to dark wizards, working for them, with promise of protection against other vampires. While the work didn't satisfy them, as they were asked to do all manner of things, they remained, because no one bothered them. They had felt relatively safe for five years. In 2012, they decided they wanted and needed to pull away from the Dark Wizards. They made plans to have a family, and both agreed being in league with the Dark Wizards, would not be a good atmosphere for the children they hoped they would produce.

Wizards, they realize it wouldn't be as easy as they had thought it would be and their lives were threatened. So not only did they need to watch out for the vampires, but they also needed to go into hiding to keep off the radar of the Dark Wizards. They hid in a remote village in Ireland; the village was primarily Muggles. It wasn't easy to hide out there with Alarik's appearance. Their home rested within a small forest, at the end of a road. Alarik rarely left their home unless it was at night, which helped. Some people questioned as to why Alarik was almost never seen, and when he was, why his appearance or skin looked so pale and dead-like. They played it off as Alarik having a rare genetic condition, that is non-threatening.

entered the world. Syraia and Alarik were extremely proud, but many others were not. They had gone as far as shunning them for their union. A year after Rikkali's birth, while attending some event, there had been an attack which resulted in killing Syraia and Alarik, leaving Rikkali and orphan.