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Identity: It's a fanmade anime and manhwa.
Appearance: Nanako has long wavy black hair that reaches her waist and violet eyes with lavender faded tints on the bottom of the eye pupils and wears a pink lipstick with and two identical three daisy pinned with green clips on her hair behind her ears. She wears a white dress that is he favorite with veiled ruffles on top that hugs her arms sewn with pastel green bow with a ribbon and the bottom of it that is loose.
Personality: Nanako is kind-hearted, gentle, timid, and docile.
Background: In 1996, in Hollywood, a 17-year-old girl named Nanako, a rich politician's pretty, only daughter from Tokyo, Japan, she has a Yamato Nadeshiko personality, a term for a female character who is a representation of the Japanese ideal of a perfect woman, she was accidentally bitten by an Iscari vampire and it vanished there just after she arrived and moved to Hollywood, there, she met Markus in the alley and taken somewhere in his car. After that, we ride for a short while longer, and in the silence that followed, my mind felt blank. She was slowly coming to terms with what’d happened, even though the rational part of her insisted she was stuck in a dream. Wherever Markus is taking her, she could only hope that she'd finally learn the truth behind everything…including that mysterious man at the club. It wasn’t long before they arrived at a huge, towering building, marked with a giant sign that read Hollywood Heights Hotel. She'd pass by this intimidating place before, noticing the unusually high security outside. Everyone who passed through its door had a certain strange presence about them – ever stranger the most of Hollywood’s eccentrics. Why are they here? Nanako wondered as Markus pulled her out of the car and into the hotel’s luxurious lobby, his boots clacking on the polished marble floor. They came to a stop in front of a private room, but instead of knocking, Markus simply barged right in. “Good evening, Saorise.” He says to a woman who is sitting on one of the plush chairs. Markus gestures to Nanako. “I’ve brought Nanako, our little Iscari novitiate. Please, give her your warmest welcome.” The woman looks up, readjusting her glasses. “Ah, welcome back, Markus.” She’s wearing a black elegant dress with lace accents. She stands to greet us, her eyes flicking from Markus to me. “I’ve been expecting y -“ She stops, her eyes widening, then she collects herself and narrows her eyes at me. Saorise puts a hand on her hip and looks back to Markus. What happens next?