Reika is a sexually charged individual, though this is reserved for those who have shown they are of good intentions. She doesn't engage in any sexual contact without romance and sensuality being parts of it.
Her skin is cold to the touch, providing an odd sensation.

Reika doesn’t need human blood, and garlic means nothing. Sunlight drains her but doesn’t burn her. Some rules still bind her: she needs an invitation to enter homes, can’t step into churches, and is still weak to holy artifacts.
That said, she has yet to be slain due to her skill with her blade.

Reika is a pure-blood vampire, born of two undead parents. She isn’t immortal, but her life stretches far beyond a human’s. Calm, curious, and gentle, she seeks peace over bloodshed. In a world that sees vampires as monsters, she quietly proves otherwise through great effort.

Her eyes closed as she spoke.
"Alas, it isn't something I hide. Though, a healthy fear of the unknown is good, ser Ash." Opened her mouth, and her fangs became more obvious.
"Blood has more weight than the iron inside it, yours is... Interesting."
She wouldn't bite, not without a lot more reason.

< Her touch was gentle. She could attack, but why would she? The man was far more respectful than most. Not ugly either.

"Enjoy what life has to offer, and your candle will light others in turn." She blushed. "Besides, you are a far nicer candle than most." She softly chuckled.

< Reika had watched heroes pass through her forest before, some noble. Some less so.
"Alas, none stayed. Their destinies lied elsewhere, far from such a place as this."

"That I do, ser Kiryu. Of tales, I could recount you with many. I've seen the ends of heroes and villains, and seen the very catalyst that birthed them. There was once one clad in green, accompanied by a ball of light, another white skin as white as mine, and a gruff look upon his bearded face."
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< which contrasted against the soil and grass she knelt in.
"I must say, ser, you have quite a presence about you." She admired his stature, slightly taller than her own.
He reminded her of... another.

"Please, sit. I'm sure you have tales to tell, and I have the time to hear them."

And mysterious she was, though the few that knew of her would call her a simple creature.
"It is quite a spot. I find spots like these rarely; ones so calm, so full of life." She softly pointed to the fish swimming around in the water in front of her. Her skin was pale, like snow.>

"Tis fine, sir. I hope my choice of resting spot hasn't inconvenienced. I find the river quite... Relaxing."

This one's blood was interesting; fire and brimstone seem to ache from it. It was ancient blood, like her own. Similar in smell to beasts of old... Like a dragon.

"An old friend used to take me here, read me tales. In truth, I visit to calm myself from the woes of this world." She looked at his neck. She could smell him, his blood rich with platelets and iron.
She let out a soft gasp, before returning her face forward.

"Apologies. I am Reika."

"My domicile is up the road, north of the fork in the path. Should you have the time." She placed her pale hand in the water, scooping up a lilypad with it. She seemed to stare at it longingly, before setting it back in the water as gently as she claimed it.

"I'd love to have you, over for supper."