((Hey when can we start? I am excited! haha))

ooc: So am I. I want to see how this will turn out. ^_^

ooc - Oops, I meant what happens to their clothes? :P

OOC|: Well naturally depending on the extremity of what the Shape Shifter change into, and for any Lycan, their clothes will tear and possibly fall off x]

We can start tomorrow. [:

ooc - Alright then :) I'll probably be a bit late with the posting tomorrow though, don't really know when tomorrow is for you. :P

OCC: Sorry I disappeared! Right now I have to go, but I promise that I'll edit this post with my other character.

Full name: Natalie Marie Scarlett(She is the only one of the twins to have a middle name) Appearing age: 16 Actual age: 34 Alliance: Vampires/Shape-Shifters Appearance: Long dark brown hair that reaches down to the middle of her back, that falls in bangs against her face. Skin is smooth and pale, with small freckles dotting her face, starting in the middle of her left cheek, across her nose, and half way onto her right cheek. Eyes are deep blue, a dark, intense color, with large pupils. Her eyes are round, wide. Tall, lithe, skinny figure. Stands at around 5'3, only a few inches taller than her twin sister. Legs are long and her torso is short. Hands and feet are small, average size, while her finger nails are painted a shiny black color with white tips. Fingernails are long. Wears lighter denim shorts with a hole just above the right knee, the ends are rolled up. Shoes are black, thin, dressy gym shoes with rainbow laces. Normal shirt is a deep blue tank top with a light black jacket over it when cold. Brief personality: Usually the more out-going of the two twins, Natalie isn't exactly the kind of girl that you would find hiking or anything, but she isn't the kind of girl that you wouldn't find shopping all day either. She's more of a mix, she likes the outdoors fair enough, but she hates to stay out too long. She feels that she gets too dirty when she stays out for too long, that's why she hates to stay out too long. She likes to shop, but doesn't like to shop too much either. Natalie doesn't like to shop, for she believes that she is fine with what she has and doesn't need anything else. She feels that she doesn't get along with other people who are crazy about the latest fashions or clothing. Natalie absolutely loves music. She loves to tap rhythms and sing. She just loves music and has tried to play almost every instrument, succeeding in some and failing in others. No one really knows how she became so fascinated with music. She loves the way that it can express emotions and even change other people's emotions if they really listen to it and understand the lyrics as well as the composer wants them too. Likes hip-hop type of music, thinks country is okay but absolutely hates classical. She'll listen to it if someone really wants her too, but she will not have a good time at all while listening to it. Natalie is also the kind of girl that you would find reading. Though she doesn't read all of the time, she likes to read about different adventures that people write about, preferring fiction to non-fiction. Likes to read because she thinks that she can enter a different world where she would want to be in, and sometimes even writes her own short stories. Though they never come out very well, she doesn't have the world's best writing or grammar skills. Lacks spelling skills also, lets her sister take those abilities and her sister leaves the other, artistic abilities to her. Likes to draw and paint pictures, but they don't come out as well either, for she can never seem to stick with one idea, she always jumps around to different ideas until she has over ten, when she gives up on all of them and starts over on a new idea that is usually better than the ten before them. Natalie believes that it is a miracle that she and her sister get along. Brief history: Natalie and Violet were born as Identical twins to Ron and Larina Scarlett. They named Natalie her name for two reasons, one, they were French, though didn't show it, and two, Larina's grandmother's name was Natalie, and that was also her middle name. Natalie started to show signs of being able to shape-shifter at the age of four. But her parents barely even noticed her, they didn't even notice her abilities, for they were too busy amusing themselves with Violet's abilities, which started to surface only two months before her own. She ran away with her sister at the age of thirteen, and met with a group of Vampires, whom informed them of the raging war with the angels. They both have been fighting ever since. Though Natalie is still sometimes jealous of her sister. Other: -Violet is her identical twin sister. -Natalie sometimes has problems shifting. Sometimes she can't control herself and she shifts into things at random times, or she might shift into the wrong thing. -Whenever she shifts the animal she shifts into tends to be bigger than normal. -Loves Music -Also tends to have problems concentrating at times.

ooc:Can we start yet? Pwease? <.<

OOC|: Sorry, I was busy last night.

ooc:It's alright. ^_^ I'm just overly excited.

OOC// Lurking. ^_^ Can't wait to start.

OCC: Just a heads up, I'm going to be gone for a few days. Please don't flood me too much!

OOC|: I apologize again, I've been incredibly busy lately and I'm still not entirely sure when I can get this up and running. I'll notify everyone once it begins, though.

ooc: Bump ^_^ yay.

"Really, it's time to get out of my face." She was starting to get a little edgy, the fingers on her left hand clenched, as they hung underneath the bar off of her knee. Jacqui had been sitting at the nightclub for several consecutive hours, watching people enter and leave, enter and leave, for a while now. She was surrounded by a cloud of smoke, and the horrendous stench of this man's breath who hovered over her, casting a shadow against the bright, colorful lights of the room. Normally, she was a very easy-going, collected person who either remained silent or spoke sweet words. However, tonight she was ready to break. Across the other side of the room stood a man, always looking down. He was near a clutter of small, steel tables and mingling, half-dressed women. There were few men near him, but many stared with intimidation. There was an undoubted, alluring presence illuminating him. The women weren't necessarily with him, but dance around him and tried desperately to get his attention. Vampire? Must be... She threw back a lock of hair and sighed, crossing her legs. She was wearing clothes darker than normal, but still had a nice, clean appearance to them. [Click here for her outfit; just imagine the corset as a subtle white.] She wore white heels, which tips tapped on the floor at the beat of the music. Around her neck was a string of beautiful pearls, which draped over her collar bones, and a matching bracelet hung loosely from her left wrist, which lead to a hand that gripped a half-full martini glass. She, unlike vampires, was able to drink and eat without feeling sick, but it ultimately had zero effect on her. "Come on, baby!" The drunkard which stood over her begun sliding his dirty, greasy hand up her thigh. Jacqui stood up and slapped him across the face, and she turned to see the man who stood in the corner previously now inches away from her face, his breath heating up her cheeks. Her eyes grew wide, and she stumbled back, unable to see his eyes which frightened her more. They were covered by feathery black hair, but there was no doubt he was a vampire now. His mouth was agape, and his fangs were showing. However, this gesture was aimed towards the man who assaulted Jacqui. His eyes were now also wide, and he was stumbling back, falling over people and tables. He eventually ran from the building, dashing through the door and knocking over couples which danced on the lit floor. Jacqui was left alone with this unknown man, to defend herself. "W-Who are y-you?" Her question went unanswered, and her eyes scoured the room for help.

Gabrielle's dark eyes scouted the streets as she walked down the cement pavement. The music from the surrounding clubs merged together, creating a blur of loud sound; the people she noticed, did the same. It was obvious to tell by the pouting of her glossy lips, and the narrowing of her eyes, that she was searching for one particular place.

"Ey, Adrian." Gabrielle's voice rang with enthusiasm as she called for her brother, her lips brushing across the lycra fabric that clung to her shoulder. "I found the place!"[/b] The smile on her face just expressed her excitement more as she waited for her brother to join her. "I really don't see what's so great about this place Gabrielle." Unlike Gabrielle's mood, Adrian already seemed worn down and miserable. "I can't believe you made me walk for so long, just to find one club. You know there are plenty other decent ones around." His spanish accent was much more stronger than Gabrielle's, as well as the way he spoke. His voice was much more huskier, and the words he muttered were often confused to be harsh. "Yeah, but I don't go for the decent clubs. I always want more extravagance in my life." Her attention then turned towards the club's entrance, catching a glance of the beautiful interior design, and the pack of people that had managed to get in. Soon, she locked her eyes with the bouncer, giving him a friendly smile, before noticing he had opened the door, just for her.

"Thanks." She said sweetly as she passed by him, making sure to move her hips as she walked, knowing he could use her action as some sort of material for the lonely times. The playsuit she wore clung to her skinny figure, creating curves where there were none, and bouncing up her sex appeal. There was no doubt about it, Gabrielle loved the eyes of strangers fixated upon her, mesmerized by her looks and her actions; and that's exactly what she got, each and every time.

Her own eyes soon locked with a stranger. The slightly red haired girl seemed to be pleading for help, a rescue of some sort from a drunkard that wouldn't leave her alone. Gabrielle felt a rush of adrenaline take over her as she confronted the man, in an attempt to save the girl. "Leave her alone you drunk bastard!" She yelled, knowing that her voice would be drowned out by the music if she spoke in her usual manner.

"Natalie, should we go in there?" A girl asked what seemed to look like a mirror version of herself. Worry ripped through the girl's body as her eyes trailed over to look at the bar, gazing through the clear doors at the inside of it. Her eyes were bright, but seemed to darken as she turned to the mirror version that she had been talking too.

The mirror version turned out to be the girl's twin sister. Natalie glanced hastily at the club, then at her sister again. They wouldn't be able to get in, they were too young. Maybe, if they really wanted too, they could shape-shift into other people, older than they were themselves. But that would take a lot of work, that would take too long. And the two didn't need that.

"No, we shouldn't." Natalie told Violet, voice low. She was crouching in a dark alley across from the club, eyes narrowed and dark. The moon barely lit up the alley, so no person, nor angel, should be able to see them. Only the vampires, if they chose too, would be able to spot the two sisters as they crouched, low to the ground, in the shadowed place.

Brushing back a piece of her dark hair, Violet's eyes drifted from the club to her sister, back and forth. She knew that her sister was probably right, Natalie was usually the smart one, but something urged her to go into the club. A presence... of a vampire. Someone on their side was in the club, and Violet urgently wanted to go see whom. Now, it wasn't like she knew every vampire on their side, but she might be able to recognize the person. It was worth a try.

Slowly, she stepped out of the alley...

Natalie violently grabbed her sister's shoulder and pulled her back into the shadows. "What are you doing?" She hissed, voice low and demanding. "Don't get spotted!" Violet blinked her large eyes and locked her twin with a fierce glare that didn't whither. Natalie hesitantly released her sister, but slipped past her so that she blocked her way into the light. "Don't you dare go there. You might get spotted. You wanna fight an angel tonight?"

"No."

"Then don't you dare go in there."

Braeiden sighed, his hands in his pockets as he walked into the club, right past the lycan bouncer, getting a small nod as he slid through. He really hated these places. The only reason he was here to begin with was the intense feeling of foreboding he got every time he passed the building. So, with much mental moaning and complaining, he dragged himself into this loud, upbeat human hangout. He has nothing against humans, it's true, but their forms of entertainment still amazed him to this day. Sitting in a dark corner of the bar, Braeiden looked over the occupants of the room. A vampire in the corner, no doubt, but there was no smell of blood on the air or any seeming attempt at a human's jugular, so he had no reason to worry. But he would be weary. There was another angel in the room too, a young one from the smell of things. There were also two lycans in the room somewhere, and some shapeshifters sneaking around outside. What was the cause of all of these beings meeting here? Had he walked himself into some sort of war ground? All he knew, was he would definitely help defend the humans if he had to.

A commotion from the other end of the bar startled him out of his thoughts and back into the present. The girl, the one he assumed was a young angel, was fighting off some mundane human drunkard who was getting a little too touchy. This, although it did not sit well with him that a man could do that to a woman, was fine. She could handle a human man herself no matter how old she was. What did not sit well with him however, was the man who had stood up for her. This man, he must have been one of the oldest vampires Braeiden had ever encountered. No young angel would stand a chance, she might not stand a chance now with his help and the help of the two lycans as is. And they probably had no chance at all if the two shapeshifters finally decided to come into the club. Things did not look good, not good at all.

ooc- Posting my other character's introduction. He's the twin of the character I posted before. :)

BIC -

Adrian watched as his sister slipped into the club's entrance. The smoke from the door drowning her colour, and revealing her slim silhouette, as she made herself comfortable in her natural habitat. The bouncer slammed the door shut, and placed his big body in front of it, motioning that there was no way he would allow Adrian in. Not that he had a problem with it.

His rough fingers that showed the labor he had gone through, slipped through the denim fabric of his ripped jeans, only to pull out a packet of dunhill cigarettes and a lighter. He slipped the lit cigarette in between his lips, taking a long drag before exhaling his own smoke, watching it merge with the hazy lazy smoke that escaped from the club. Old habits die hard. He thought to himself, remembering the days he would have been whipped for stealing his master's cigarettes. The day he got turned, most of habits didn't die off; such as his protectiveness for his sister, and his inability to trust those different from him.

As he got lost in his own memories, the lit ring on his cigarette moved closer to his fingers, causing him to drop it onto the already dirty street, and put it out with the soles of his torn white sneakers. The reason why everything he wore was because he was a lycan, and his clothes showed the impact of what happened after he turned; luckily, even humans wore torn clothes these days, so he fitted right in.

A tingling feeling rushed over his nose as a familiar scent washed over him. Shapeshifters and a vampire. His attention soon turned to the closest scent, two shapeshifters hiding out in the alleyway nearby, and then to the furthest scent, a powerful vampire inside the club; where Gabrielle was. His protective instinct took over him as he pushed by the bouncer and into the club, his eyes flickering to where the vampire was, then to where his sister Gabrielle was.

Adrian moved quickly through the crowd, standing behind his sister, his eyes locked onto the vampire's figure. "Is that why you wanted to come here? You wanted to get to know more of us, more of the others?!" His tone was harsh as always, yet he kept it down to a whisper, shielding his words from the angel that Gabrielle seemed to be helping out. "Get rid of this guy before I start a scene Gabrielle. You know we shouldn't be here, it'll just end badly."

{OhOhiC};; Is it too late to join as a human? If not, I'll start working on everything.