Age at Death: 21
Born in 1160 in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I was a slave to a merchant and caught in the cross fire during the Crusade. I nearly died, but an mysterious stranger saved me by giving me the Dark Gift. I had traveled throughout Europe since than. Currently reside in London as a modiste.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
Nijah reached out her hands and slowly gathered Jack into her arms, feeling the young man awkwardly stiffen in her embrace: “We know a lot of things, mon cheri.” She ssshed: “Far more than you can comprehend. Hal will remain by your side. Do not fear, bien?”
“I’ve been living in fear my whole life, how can I just stop? It may not be the same fear but it’s still there,” he said, stiffening at her touch.
“I believe my attempt to calm you down had been a clumsy one, mon cheri.” The vampire elder sighed and released Jack: “Yet somehow I cannot leave you at the state you are at now. Do you mind me to remain here, to keep you company until Hal return? Or do you prefer me to leave?”