Right then, I've got the bio for my vampire, but still working on the wolfeh.
Name - Angelica Elpha Malice (originally named Malby, but she changed it)
Nicknames - Elpha, Angie, Angel
Age - 317; looks 20-21
DOB - October 13, 1695
POB - Plymouth, Massachusetts
Parents - Mary and James Malby
Race - Vampire
Appearance -

Hair - Platinum blonde, lower back length, thick bangs
Eyes - Crimson
Skin - Vampire pale
Height - 5’ 7”
Weight - Thin
Build - Statuesque
Overall - She has a very nice bone structure, very soft and child-like. Pixyish. Her dress is very old-fashioned. Most of her clothes come from the late 1700’s to the early 1800’s, some pieces from today. Dresses like she’s going to a funeral, but adores fur, jewels, and lace and all things expensive. Looks like a demonically possessed rich Pilgrim in the best way to put it.
Personality - Traveling alone all this time has made Angelica very….crazy. She has no people skills, but good manners. Her look is very primitive and she has a not-all there, wild-eyed disposition. She has been alone since she was converted. Though she’s graceful she’s very eccentric and narrow-minded. Her temper is horrid and she is very violent and volatile. Never being taught self-control except through a letter, her bloodlust is horrid. Angelica knows the Volturi very well, having finally gone to Italy as a tongue-in-cheek way to celebrate her 100th birthday. Jane is kind of her idol, they having to share several common traits. Angie is very much like Jane. She is icy cold, apathetic, and cruel. Being alike, but they were also different. Angie wasn’t anywhere near as refined and in the right mind. Her insanity was actually a point of ridicule among those who graciously took her in. So, Angie took it in her head to try to overthrow them. Angie couldn’t lead if she wanted to. She only wanted the power, the money, the riches, and the blood. She only wanted tyranny and being waited on hand and foot. Governing and controlling vampires world-wide was the farthest thing from her mind. She is better suited to be left alone. There is no substance, no leadership, and no sense of selflessness in her whatsoever. She is greedy of everything, jealous, obsessive, and maddened by the passing of time. Secretly, she is still scared of herself and everyone else. Angie only wants power because she doesn’t like being taken advantage of. It’s part of the reason she is a hermit. She’s horridly shy, either talking to herself all the time or not talking at all. Extreme drama queen and lives up to her blondeness in the department of morals, common sense, and advanced understanding of things.
History - Angelica was born the youngest of three girl in 1695. Her mother died in childbirth and ever since her father and her two sisters, Louise and Delilah have thought her an unlucky wretched thing. They thought she was possessed. Angelica took to this lifestyle instead of regretting her family’s aversion. The more they feared her, the more she made them fear. She was a clever enough child to know how to frighten the wits out of her family. She rarely slept, always sneaking out at night and plaguing the house with maladies. Once, she even blackened her eyes with watercolor to make them look hollowed and hung over her family’s bedsides like the ghosts they so feared. Through this time, she only wanted to be loved. It continued for years. Her family knew that she was behind it, but they were too scared of her pranks and even thought them supernatural. Angelica did as she pleased, came and went as she pleased. She was reckless and had no sense of how to behave herself. However, she never sought trouble. Trouble came to her. The bright point was her best friend David, whom she planned to marry when she was 16. However, one night, she scared her father enough to give him a fatal heart attack. Her stepmother immediately accused her of being a witch and she was condemned. Angelica never achieved the affection of her family like she wanted, and only felt her regret while on trial and in prison. But it did not end. Even though they killed her, she never died. She woke up innumerable days later only remembering the horrid pain and a beautiful face dangling over her day and night. The woods surrounded her when she was normal. She was in a very primitive camp. Confused, she stumbled to her feet and realized that her heart wasn’t beating. Soon, she realized that she was having the oddest cravings even for her, the girl famed in her town to eat anything as long as it was dead. Angie thought she was in heaven when a vampire, Skade, appeared from the forest armed with her first meal. He explained everything to her, but she didn’t believe him and ran off miles and miles. Skade wasn’t a very patient vampire, so he abandoned her when she left, only leaving letters explaining how to be this creature. Angie still has them today.
From then on, she was alone, driven mad by the silence. For years she was the rogue that kept forests silent and rejuvenated Indian folklore. She knew every nook and cranny of the United States before the Lewis and Clark expedition. 100 years, she spent in the forest alone. On her 100th birthday, she arrived in Boston, sneaked on a ship to Rome sustaining herself on rats and a ship‘s boy or two, and landed in Italy, unaware that the more civilized of her kind would soon find her ravaging a marketplace. The Volturi were in desperate need of workers, so they saved her and took her in for training. Jane took a small liking to Angie, but Angie became obsessed with being just like her master and soon sought to overthrow her. She was expelled after being brutally injured. She had been with them for 50 years. Now, she is a nomad in America again, whittling another notch in her insanity tree, still looking for nothing except power and money.