KacelaSinger

NAME: Kacela Tereza Singer
NICKNAMES: Kace, Kacey, Kacey-Kins, Poodle, My Idjit, Bloodsucker, Leech, Kit-Kat
ALIASES: Krasimira Sirakov, Cynthia Holden. The rest, I refuse to tell you.
DATE OF BIRTH: 26 October 1985
PLACE OF BIRTH: Bulgaria || Found in Romania
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Sioux Falls, SD || Lebanon, Kansas
ETHNICITY: Bulgarian
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: No.
BIRTHMARKS/SCARS: Marks from hellhounds, scar from where she was bitten.
TRAITS: Eh? Find out.
DISORDERS: Depression, PTSD, Anxiety, Paranoia
ADDICTIONS: Does being a bloodsucker count?
LIKES: Blood, Alcohol, Castiel, Rose, Smoking, Hunting
DISLIKES: Morons, Liars, People who talk far too long, Hellhounds
QUIRKS: Head cocks to the side when she gets curious, vast knowledge of cars and botany, finds solace in her garden, full of sass.
HIGH SCHOOL Homeschooled
COLLEGE University of Edinberg
MAJOR General? I'm not sure.
DEGREE Four years.
OCCUPATION: Hunter
JOB DESCRIPTION: People call me when they need information, or something killed.
EMPLOYER: Uh...Hunter.
SKILLSET: Hunter?
MOTHER: Jody Mills [Surrogate]
FATHER: Robert Singer [Adoptive] ✞
SISTER(S): N/A
BROTHER(S): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
CHILDREN: N/A
OTHER FAMILY: Mordeo Bellua, Garth Fitzgerald IV
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Multi-Li
CURRENT RELATIONSHIP(S):
PAST RELATIONSHIP(S): Marie LaVeau || Alarick Wolffe || Mordeo Bellua || Ryder Nomad

Kacela Singer was born to an unknown couple. Most information of her birth parents is shrouded in mystery, who they were, what became of them. When Robert "Bobby" Singer had fled to Japan after the death of his wife, Karen Singer, he had made a small detour to Romania. There, by a stroke of luck, Bobby had heard the fussiness of a small baby. Near an orphanage, closer to the dumpster than the front door, the source was found. A baby, barely a week old. A birth certificate was laid with her, the name "Krasimira Sirkov" along with the baby's date, time, and location of birth all that inked the paper. No sign of parents, or caretakers for that matter, Bobby took the small child back to America with him, and gave her a new name. Kacela Tereza Singer. A way to show Karen he could take care of a child, just as she wanted.

In America, Bobby raised the child, homeschooling her. For fear of her being bullied in public school, being the "daughter of the town drunk", as many had put it. At home, Kacela could be surrounded by the things she adored. Books. So many old tomes, notebooks, knowledge that was begging to be read. However, until the girl reached her teen years, Bobby refused to let her read those types. Everything else was permitted, encyclopedias, history books, fantasy. All but the ones that contained lore of the Supernatural. An inner promise he told himself, and never fully uttered to anyone else. That Kacela would not be raised as the Winchester boys had to be with John. This life was no life for a child, and if he could have at least one of the three grow up normal, by damn it would be a win for him. And it had gone according to plan, until one fateful day. A few months after Kacela had turned thirteen.

It had begun like any other normal day, snow had littered the ground of the scrapyard. A young Kacela had decided to play outside, rather than restrict herself to the indoors. A joyful afternoon, filled with laughter and fun. Until the growls began. A distraught little girl, unsure of what was really heading her way. Hell-hounds. Whether it was just a crossroads demon mucking up, or simply wanting to have their own revenge against Bobby, was unknown. The frame of an old 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle SS was nothing to the hounds, Kacela seeking futile refuge in one. Her screams carried to Bobby, who had come running to her aid. A shotgun full of rock salt hitting their back ends was enough to make them scramble away, leaving a crumpled car, and a bloodied Kacela. How are you supposed to keep your daughter safe from what was hiding in the dark, when it came so boldly to her? There was no more hiding the truth, no more covering it all up and hoping it would never try to rear its head. No, Kacela needed to know, had a right to know. As her body mended in the coming months, a bedridden teenager was able to fulfill what she wanted for so long. To have time to simple read, and to read all the books she requested.

It had taken some time, but Kacela was finally able to go out on hunts. Whether it was with the Winchesters themselves, Bobby, or Castiel. A few mishaps, a few deaths, a few lessons. All had happened during the few short years before being college bound. When she was able to drive, Bobby began to teach her the ins and outs of the cars that lay in the scrapyard. Kacela, determined to overcome her fear and past, chose her first car to be that Chevelle, rebuilding it. A few pieces were kept, the seats stained with her blood. The steering wheel that she clung to when claws and teeth pulled at her flesh. A reminder of what she went through, and that she could overcome anything. Just like that day.

All her life, she found herself drawn to the younger Winchester, being closer to him than Dean. But, then again, alike personalities are likely to butt heads. For the majority of her early years, her crush was Sam. One of her closest friends. One of her only friends. Until Castiel came into their lives. Slowly, her affections were turned to the innocent little angel, growing more and more fond of him as time had passed. At first, it was how upfront and blunt he was, much different than how the brothers would constantly hide and deceive one another. Then, it boiled down to the small things that he had done. Fondness grew to affections, affections that would soon cost so much...

Kacela became inseparable from Castiel, still that naive little girl. As much as she would deny it. Wanting to keep the ones she cared for safe, to keep her loved ones unscathed. A particularly difficult hunt pushed everyone to their limits, including Castiel. Left without a single drop of grace, he was at the mercy of the nest they were hunting. The lead Vampire had taken a liking to Castiel. More specifically, beating the angel to a pulp. Sweet, naive little Kacela, offered her blood in exchange for him to leave Castiel alone. The consequences weren't thought through, and Kacela was almost drained of every drop. Almost. Her comatose body was presumed dead, and taken to Bobby. In a last ditch effort to save his daughter, he sent Kacela away, to Scotland. To follow in Sam's footsteps and go to college.

The first two years were fine, normal for most college students. A few hunts here and there, but for the most part, she focused on her studies. Medicine to help the boys when they were hurt from hunts, as well as a few business management electives to help Bobby run the scrapyard. Then, an old friend showed up. Ryder Nomad. A fallen angel, with a Vampiric vessel. Now, the truth was coming out, unfolding in front of them. He had messed with the King of Hell, attempted to usurp the throne for himself. But, he was outnumbered, and failed. Now, the King was out for blood. An old friend, to hit him where it would hurt. In the woods, the sounds of hounds can be masked as wolves, or any other wildlife.

Castiel was helpless, finally found Kacela alive once more, but about to be shredded by a pack of hounds. The best he could do, was stay hidden. Hope his brother would save her. Nay, pray, he would save her. Ryder was unable to do so as well, leaving bones broken, flesh torn. A mangled and dying Kacela lay on the cold earth, with ripped up Rose. Her precious Chevelle. Crowley disappeared, thinking the deed was done. Almost everyone thought she had been done in for good this time, except for Ryder. Silent pleads for him not to do what he thought came from Kacela, but how could he lose someone he cared so deeply for? Knew so many cared deeply for? A sanguine kiss to the neck, harmless to any onlooker. Perhaps a goodbye? That was what Castiel had presumed. Beneath the surface, Ryder had injected his venom into Kacela. A new breed of Vampire, one with a few touches of angel's grace. She would be different from the ones that she hunted, yes, but still a bloodsucker none the less.

Kacela's limp body was brought back for Bobby, explaining what had happened. Castiel assumed her to be dead, and that's what was told to Bobby. But, after a few days of a comatose state, a new Kacela arose. One that wasn't as sweet and naive, but cold and sass filled. One with twin fangs. A hunger that controlled her for a good month. That damned hunger...Bobby helped her get used to her new way, helped her figure out all the conflicting things in her mind. The two beasts, her morality, her humanity. Versus the animalistic and primal need to kill and feed. Once these were under control, all that was left to learn. Learn about what she was, and there were no books now to help her. Before too long, she was back in Scotland, back in school. With a rebuilt Chevelle as an apology gift from Ryder.

Her only leads would be herself, and Ryder, her sire. Unfortunately, he was eviscerated by a pack of werewolves. Perhaps, he was overpowered. Or, and this thought sometimes popped into her own mind, he had given up. With no sire to guide her, Kacela learned first hand why most Vampires did not last long without a sire. Everything that happened up until that day, was unable to crack her psyche. Adding this, only broke the dam, letting the insanity flow freely. Kacela became slightly unhinged, only letting her mask of sanity slip when it could not be helped. Even then, it helped her be a more efficient hunter.

New things were learned about her, about her condition. The different fangs, for instance, may of not been as scary as the ones hunters encountered, but they were still able to rip out a jugular with ease. A new way of transportation. To let her human form shed into a colony of bats, and take flight. Angel's grace turned out to be a wonderful way to create new monsters. The bats were useful in escaping, in hiding, in fighting. Kacela learned quickly if she did not satisfy her hunger, however, that a new condition would take over. Blood lust. Dark lines would crawl on her flesh, her talons would grow even longer, and an extra two fangs would sprout next to her current ones. Hues would still be covered in red and black, just like if she was letting the Vampire side show. The Vampire side had gotten easier to hide, Kacela able to hide her fangs and appear human. Her chest would rise and fall occasionally, or a cigarette would be lit and puffed to fake breathing. Getting her pulse taken became avoided, for her heart no longer beat in her chest. Death, had almost claimed her. Now, she walked the earth, undead.

Currently, Kacela resides in the scrapyard, after years of not going home. The library is still used by her and the Winchesters, as well as Castiel. She still hunts, helps when she can, and does research for the boys. The home is shared with Cass, more than happy to have him back in her life. New things are being discovered about her, about how the Turn changed her personality, her very DNA. Sincere emotions are still difficult for her to fully explain, but the point is able to get across. Her garden is revived in its hidden alcove, roses and different flowers tangling in the old cars that hide it. A well hidden secret, known only to her, Castiel, Bobby, and the Winchesters. A secret way to keep her sanity. Sometimes, to clear her mind, she will drive around the country, more often than not, alone. Castiel can be found in the passenger seat at times, keeping her company.

TO BE CONTINUED...?

Hunting, Cars, Blood.