Location: Civilized Area
Height/Weight: That of an average human.
Notable Kills: Nothing special.
Weakness: Anything conventional.
A young Ronan the Accusor looks upon this...
Oh, look. She can fingerpaint.
No midnight snacks, I suppose.
It's the nature of all immortals, eventually.
How much of a percent asked for this remake?
The mascara runs through her head?
"Let me in before I die of frostbite!"
Blood is the color of romance, after all.
Post-murder hugs? Really?
Remember. They're kids, pervs.