Name: Mina Lamori 
Age: Appears to be 25 however she is more ancient then she appears. 
Sexual Orientation: Straight 
Nationality: Italian/Russian/Spanish 
Personality Traits: Intuitive, Honest, Loving, Trustworthy, Smart, Witty. 
Family: 
Mother:Isabeta Lamori (Deceased) 
Father: Elijah Lamori 
Great Great Uncle: Vincent Lamori 

Likes: 
1.) Magick 
2.) Family 
3.) Pleasure 
4.) Crystals 
5.) History, Folklore, & Legends 
6.) Dreams 

Dislikes: 
1.) The Red Dawn 
2.) Lies & Deceit 
3.) Humans 
4.) Rude Individuals 
5.) Curses 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back Story 

Mina sat starring out from her glass picture window in her room. Things had changed so swiftly over the last few years leaving her with no sense of calm. She huffed as she leaned against the cold glass, her long snowy locks of hair dangling at her bare waist as she watched her breath fog up the glass. She had become some sort of a target now and her father barely allowed her to leave the house. Her opal hues searched the treeline in the distance as she pulled her fingers through her hair. It would be another day of books and trying to piece together the puzzle of her life. 
When things had gone bad, she threw herself into research searching for answers to what had happened to her and her father. Elijah was a member of council at the church their family had attended for years which had allowed Mina access to countless records. She traced her family back onherfathers side through the generations hoping to find any sort of clue about where she came from and how this happened. Her father warned her that sometimes the things you seek to find may not be the truth you want to uncover but she pressed on obsessed with needing an answer. 
One day as Mina sat looking over books filled with names and records and comparing them to the family tree that she had pieced together. She scanned through documents on her laptop comparing them totherecordsinbook as she sipped on her cup of tea, her eyes went wide and the teacup fell to the floor as the final pieces fell into place. The name Vincent Lamori flashed on her screen. She begain to google him finding that he was not only a realitive but he somehow played into this whole thing. He owned a company that was demon friendly that could not have just been coincidence. She flipped to the first website that she could find and booked a ticket to New York. She would figure this out somehow... she had to. 
With her things packed she set out to find out what else might be out there for her.