{OhOhiC};; May I join? I see that you'd probably like it if I joined as a vampire, right?

ooc: May I join? Preferably as a vampire.

Ooc: You Both May Join as Whatever You Like.

Smiley - My Goal is For this to Be Mainly Vampires... But if You would Rather be a Werewolf or Human, Its completely Your Choice.

Eru - Very Nice Character.

ooc:Thankyou very much! Here's my Vampire!

Name: Tarrin Clephesky Age: 17 Real Age: 100 Gender: male Race: vampire Personality: Will come out as we roleplay Appearance: Tarrin is close to six foot with pale gold hair and a short goatee. His skin is very pale while his lips are a bright red, almost like he is wearing lipstick. He wears bluejeans and a thick jacket most of the time. He is well muscled since he used to love working out in any way he could. Bio: Tarrin had lived a mostly-boring life. Although, he had a certain obsession with vampires and other mythical creatures. He would sit outside alone in the dark, hoping to get a glimpse of one of the many creatures he believed so fully in. But, one night a vampire actually showed and he was turned quickly. Although he despises the vampire that turned him, he does not hate being one himself. The whole thirsting for blood thing is horrible in his mind, so he tries very hard to control his craving so as not to hurt anyone, but he has to eat sometimes so he tries his hardest to keep the human from suffering. Other: none

Ooc: Well this Has Definitely Worked out Better Than Expected. And the Genders have Balanced out Very Nicely.

Oh. On A Side Note, vampire10_19_93 is the CoOwner

So If You Would Please Listen to her As Well.

I Suppose We Should Go Ahead and Post Intros Now.

So Whoever Wants to Go First, Be My Guest.

Morning was on it's way. Luckily for Tarrin clouds covered the sun so he would be able to go out. Breathing in the cool dawn air, he smiled. There was a meal nearby. Quickly he shook his head, no. He couldn't kill today, he had eaten well this night there was no reason to kill another when he had eaten only hours ago. But this human smelled so good, he breathed in deeply again. And they were so close... Once again he shook his head, he needed to remember himself. This was no time for him to lose control. Not with daylight drawing so near. No, he would go capture a dog or something. He didn't need to kill a human today. With one last sniff, he took off in the opposite direction, he had controlled his craving this time. But who knew what would happen the next time, or the time after that. It was getting more difficult to resist with each passing day. He had killed a human this night. He hadn't meant to let his craving take control of him, but human blood had never called to him so loudly, he hadn't been able to resist. "I'm a killer." He whispered to himself as he ran swiftly away from another craving. "And I musn't let blood control me."

ooc: I hope that's alright for an intro.

Viviane sat in her home in her silken nightgown. Her wavy auburn hair cascaded around her face, falling near her waist. She had woken up in the middle of the day because her body had told her that it was dark outside. It was darkened outside by the clouds, but it wasn't dark enough for her to walk freely in the open, not even with her parasol. Be that as it may, she couldn't bring herself to go back to sleep.

She had made her way this far in life by her own means, and by the means of the people she fed off of. Most of it was from the latter. She was a killer, she knew that, and she used it to her advantage. As she sat there in her home, she picked up a book and held it in her lap. She was debating on whether to read it or not. Setting the book down, she stood up from her couch and walked to a curtained window. It was one that faced an alley that ran by her house.

Placing a snow white hand upon the curtain, she closed her eyes. She didn't dare take the chance of opening it, not knowing if any of the sunlight could get to her or not. It was a chance she didn't wish to take, at least not at the moment. Sighing softly, she started to hum. It was a deep, sorrowful tune. Yet, it was soft at the same time. She kept her eyes closed as she hummed the tune.

It was morning. Maureen opened her eyes to see her parents by her bedside. They helped her out of bed and dressed her in a white dress and brown vest. They gave her some fruit to eat then led her out the back door because she wanted to go to the spring in the forest. They put her on her horse and she set off with her Old English Sheep Dog Martha. They traveled for an hour. She new the path well. When the got there she slid off, not too fast for she was very fragile, and walked over to the spring. It was a very shaded area, except the shore surrounding the spring. She was planning on taking her bath there, but first a drink of water.

Name: Ryan Cristobal Cisneros Age: 19/113 Gender: Male Race: Vampire Personality: Ryan is a very regretful vampire. He regrets letting the vampire turn him into one. Now, whenever he feeds, he tries to find only humans who are in distress, pain, or about to pass on. That way, he doesn't feel so sadistic and the news about the person's death isn't so shocking towards others. Before he was turned, he was a very shy guy and he still is. Having his mother die before his eyes when he was younger traumatized him into seeing bloody killings, so he tries not to make a mess when he feeds. Ryan is very friendly, though, and will make vampire friends very easily. Appearance: His hair is a dark brown and black mop atop his head. It ends with an uneven line over, under, and on top of his eyebrows. From the back, it looks like an un-trimmed mushroom cut, meaning it's been so long since the last barber shop trip (apparently since he'd almost eat the barber). His only excuse - his hair grows slowly. His eyes are almost the same color as his hair, just lighter with a red tint to them. Ryan is of medium height, not too tall but not a shorty. He's a bit over-weight, but the usual jacket he wears covers that up. His skin has a bit of a tan, coming from the south, even though he should be all pale. His usual apparel is the over coat made of bear skin and fur, a pair of dark brown pants, and a black button down shirt. He wears no shoes, though, for his love of being barefoot. Bio: Ryan grew up in a caring home until the age of 13. His mother had gotten murdered by a drunkard while she was coming home from her nursing job. When Ryan and his father went out to search for her, he found his mother in a pool of blood and he fell to his knees crying out, as his father did the same. After that, he spent six years of silence living in his house. At the age of nineteen, Ryan was walking home from his job, he assumed another drunkard was the one trying to take him into the underworld, passing by the bar and everything. But, no, he soon realized it was something much worse when he saw the evil gleam in the attackers eyes and his pearly whites snapping at his neck. He awoke in the middle of the next night and assumed that he had passed out the night before. He was wrong, he had turned into a vampire. Other: Ryan is very fond of music and will usual hide out in the shadows near the houses where he hears soft melodies coming from.

(Thank you) Alexandra walked out of the alley she called home, her hair up in the hat she always wore. She looked around there weren't that many people on the street, she sniffed around though. There were a few night dwellers though, most likely stuck in a sewer or alley. Her green gold eyes scanned the alleys around her looking for them, she had run into a few since she started living on the streets. Some she had even fought with. She walked to a street vendor and bought her breakfast, she walked back into the darkness of her alley. The fewer the people that saw her the better, she sat down against a wall and ate her breakfast. Keeping her eyes on the opening of the alley, she put her food down and opened her bag. She took out her hairbrush and removed her hat, she dragged the brush through her hair. It was in thick curls and shining faintly in the morning light. She finished her breakfast and put her hat back on. She stood up and looked down into the depths of the alley.

'...huff... huff... huff...'

Liam mentally slapped himself for losing track of time. The redhead spent all night raiding the public library, the books of which were now littering the floor around him, in hope of getting a start on Macbeth.

There was dirt and dust adorning his formerly black pinstripe pants and worn leather boots. He ruffled a hand through his thick, now mattered hair to be rid of the dust. Never before had he been that close to death's door, her bright, beaming hand crawling toward his legs. He pulled his knees under his chin and placed the morning newspaper in his lap, licking his thumb and turning the page to the entertainment section where the new chapter of Tale of Two Cities had been released.

He hissed as his eyes met with the cascading shadows in the city streets. Why, oh why, did the weather choose today of ALL days not to bathe the city in fog and rain? He should have stayed in the library instead of dueling with the sunrise in hope of making it home in time. Now he was imprisoned in the aristocratic quarter (only the rich could afford literature), trapped behind the sun's burning prison bars.

Maureen started undressing. Her horse had laid down and was now resting. Her dog, Martha, was in the water swimming. When she was all the way undressed she laid her clothes on a tree limb and slowly made her way into the water. She stopped when the water was up to her waist. Her long hair hung over her shoulders, so it was easier to get it wet. So she stood there washing her hair.

Morning. The sun would soon come to this part of the alley, the western part of it. Quickly, he ran to the opposite side to try and avoid the possible rays of sunlight that would hit and gather on the wall in front of him. As much as he wished to die, he didn't feel like dieing at the very moment. No, he wanted to expirience this life longer.

'Great. Ryan had found himself sitting next to a garbage bin, and a huge one at that. He looked above and found a piece of an object sticking out over the edge. Grabbing the edge of green with lightly tanned fingers, he thanked the architects that had built these buildings. Their walls were high enough that no morning light could reach him.

Swinging his other leg over, he came to sit on the thin line metal that made the last connection of the square side to the bin. Turning to his left, he found that the piece of cardboard he saw was the back cover to a notebook. Gathering it in his hands, he looked at the cover - "Music." Perfect for his needs, Ryan flipped to the first page and read the lyrics to heart-warming song. 'Who would through these masterpieces away?'

Humming. A tune. With sharp hearing, he heard the voice on the other side of the stone wall he had his back to. Finding a window nearby, he walked up to it to listen more carefully. Yes, it was a hum. He turned to the sky to see clouds covering the sunlight. Grateful, he blew a kiss to the heavens and turned to face the window. Curtains. 'Perfect. Now I won't know who carries this voice.'

Maureen continued washing herself whistling a heavenly tune. Then she started singing.

"The whispers in the morning of lovers sleeping tight are rolling like thunder now as I look in your eyes"

It was a heavenly song and she sang it beautifully. She had always dreamnt about a price charming coming and taking her away to his castle. She had read enough stories to see how it happened. The woman was always in trouble and the prince came and rescued her. She continued to sing.

Ooc: Great Posts Everybody. I know I Can Get annoying with the Compliments, but I Really Mean them.

Anyways, I'll Post with My Character after I get Back.

Viviane continued to hum still. The tune turned deeper and more heart wrenching as she hummed it. She could sense that the sun was behind the clouds. My window is not that high either. Plus, there is the other building there as well. If it happens that the sunlight can get me, then I'll simply hurry and close them back up she thought.

She decided on opening her curtains. Gently, she pulled one of them back and stuck her hand out into the openness to where she would be able to feel the sunlight. She felt none and was glad that the building and clouds hid her from the dreadful rays. All the while of doing this, she hummed still. Carefully, she tied the curtains back. She was still in her silk nightgown that covered her slender figure. The bottom of it dragged along the floor, but only slightly.

Bending down slightly, she opened her window. The wind flowed in, fondling her hair and making it fall in her face some. She brushed her hair back as she walked to the table with the book on it. Grabbing it gently, she walked back towards the window and sat on the sill of it. She began to read, humming the tune still, unaware of everything but the music, her book, and the amount of sunlight. Soon twilight shall come she thought.

Maureen finished bathing and got back into her dress. She wished so much that she could go beyond the forest and see the world for what it was. She was coming back to the spring tonight. It was going to be a full moon and would be a perfect night for a swimming. She would bring Martha along just in case. She got back on the horse and headed for home.

Tarrin finally stopped in a glade outside of the city. Yes, he could hunt here without the threat of humans. Sniffing the air tentatively he noticed a peculiar scent. "No... Not here, not now." He growled, lifting his nose to the wind like a dog. But, the smell was unmistakable. There was a human coming with a horse and a dog. "Go for the dog, not the human..." He kept telling himself as he leaped behind a small bush. "You musn't give in to the temptation."

Licking his lips he moaned quietly. Oh how he wanted the human's blood. The dog smelled nowhere near as delicious. Closing his eyes, he tried to force his thoughts away from the taste of human blood, the smell of warm flesh, how soft it felt as his fangs sank in... He yanked his mind away from those thoughts again, no, he would not, could not give in. It was then that the sun came out. The pain was so intense, he writhed in agony. He needed to find some shade where the sun's rays could not touch his fragile skin. Half-walking, half-crawling, he started for the nearest tree.

Ooc: Hinatagirl will no Longer Be Roleplaying with us. Sorry, I just didnt feel she was literate enough.

The Sun shone Brightly through the windows of the house. Upstairs children played, their toys making unnerving noises on the wooden floors. Not more than 10 feet beneath them a boy sat in a dusty basement. Small specks of light leaked through the upstairs floor boards, but none were enough to satisfy Nellow's Craving. Yes, hed seen Light. Recently. But He couldnt remember the Last time He'd played outside. If he ever had.

A Sad look was etched into his face, looking quite out of place on his young features. It Was Unjust and Unfair. Such youth Should be Enjoying the Light of Day, Rather than be sentenced to the night. Like Some Vampire. He layed back trying to make himself comfortable on the hard cement flooring where he slept. The dirty pilly and holy blanket werent even good enough for the dogs. But he hardly complained about anything. He was lucky to be alive. For now.

A nasty cough echoed against the walls. He was dying. And He knew it. But That was a Secret he was keeping to himself. Hed be lucky to make it another week. Or another Two Days. Rolling over he held his stomach in pain, trying to drift off into a world where he was His own Person. A Few more minutes of pain and he was out. Dreaming of what his family might have been like. Dreaming of what the future would hold if he wasnt dying. His Only Escape.

Tarrin finally dropped to the ground beneath the tree. He had made it. All thoughts of the human were gone and all he could think to do was sit and wait until he had a chance to leave. Luckily for him, that chance came not too much later. A huge cloud rolled in front of the sun, blotting out its rays. "Yes." Tarrin muttered, leaping to his feet and running quickly back toward the city. Moments after he reached the shelter of the back alleyways, the sun returned, scorching his ankles as they returned to safety behind him.

It was then that he smelled it. There was a dying child nearby. He breathed in again, the child was across the street inside of a house filled with other, healthier, children. There was no way he could cross the street now. Not with the sun's deadly rays shining down, reflecting off of windows and old trash lying on the ground. No, he would never make it. The easy meal would go to another of his kind, one that was closer. It was