((That sounds lovely. Go for it.))

Name: Kaito Oyagi Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual (But likes males better since their blood is strong.) Appearance: Kaito has blue hair and dark blue eyes. His skin is fairly pale, but not ghostly pale. He paints his nails blue, but sometimes he paints them black. He usually wears dark gray jeans that are ripped and torn in various places. He wears a sleeveless black shirt and has a tattoo of a snake coiled around his right arm. The tattoo only takes up only six inches of space, leaving room for the Japanese symbol for a blue rose. Kaito is barefoot most of the time, but occasionally he has sneakers on. Also on his right ear her has one ring earring and a barbell (or what ever it's called) through the top of his ear. History: Kaito dosen't remember the good parts about his human life, all he remembers is the days when he was beaten by his mother who claimed he wasn't 'Kaito.' Though he was sick of this, he dealt with it since he only had his mother. But one day when he was walking through the streets, he was bitten by a young male. It happened to be his brother that was supposedly dead, as he crawled home in extreme pain, his mother stood in the door way with a large knife. and when he called for her help, she shot him. She did it over, and over again until his eyes fogged over. The neighbors saw her do this and restrained her until the police and ambulance came. But by that time, he was a vampire and growing out of the gunshot wound though his heart that killed him, was a blue rose. And ever since that day, he's been called the blue rose vampire. Personality: Kaito is a sadistic vampire, and is mocked and called 'King Sadist of all the sadists.' Though he admits it's true and that he likes to torture his prey, he also thinks it's annoying since now most vampires are to afraid to say it and get killed. Other: He likes to prey on Ritsuka a lot, just because he says he's his chew toy, or little playmate.

Name: Ritsuka Agatsuma Age: 19 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual (But most people thinks he's gay since he's seen with Kaito most of the time.) Appearance: Ritsuka has black hair and blue eyes. His skin isn't that tan, but he isn't pale like Kaito. He is often seen wearing a white shirt with this design on it. He also wears dark blue jeans and gray basketball sneakers. He wears a dark brown jacket that says,'F Life.' On the back. History: Coming soon.... Personality: Ritsuka dosen't talk much and he isn't very friendly. But he is easily seduced and loves the way getting your blood sucked feels. He's kind and comforting to people in need of it, otherwise he could tell you to shut the hell up if you said hi. Other: Ritsuka is very fond of Kaito, and even though Kaito says I love you to him all the time, he has yet to say it back even though they both know it's true.

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Caine Lovell awoke in a panic, suddenly aware of the weight of the comforter over his body, smothering him. He quickly cast it off of the bed, along with the sheets and all of the pillows. He sat up, breathing heavily, quicksilver eyes darting around the pitch black room, the only source of light. Could his heart still beat, it would be cracking his ribs right now.
How strange; he could not recall what he had been dreaming.
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was just past sunset. It was safe now for him to venture out onto Magazine street and then onto Decatur to the French Market. He was starving and he often found the most exquisite blood in the ancient market.
He rolled out of his bed and made his way into his dimly lit bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. For two hundred thirty four, he didn't look a day over twenty. His face was still sharp and youthful, all shadows and angles with prominent cheekbones and a strong jaw framed by long, dark curls, accentuating his bright silver eyes. He was thin, but with lean muscles, and taller than most. He supposed he was handsome enough- or at least he would be if not for the horrid burn scar that covered the majority of his throat and upper chest.
He pulled his dark hair back away from his face and tied it back, but then let it down once more. He sighed and went to his closet , searching through its contents and finally deciding on a forest green button-up shirt and a pair of black jeans. Good enough.
Pn his way to the door, his cat brushed against his leg, leaving white fur clinging to his black jeans. He stooped down and stroked the animal, murmuring affectionately to it in Italian before stepping out the door and locking it behind him.

Ooc: I Will Go Ahead and Begin with my Intro. I Do Apologize ahead of Time if this is not How you Wanted it. Or If you Did'nt Want me to Start Yet. Just Tell me if its Not Ok and We Can Disregard it.

Bic:

Jasper glided down the streets in the midst of night, white hair brushing against the shoulders of a black jacket. From a First glance he appeared to be human, walking as though he were just enjoying himself on the stoned pathway. But What else was to be expected from mere human eyes? Nothing more. Although Not Even he could Deny That this Particular Part of the world was Well thought up. It Carried a Heir of Dignity, yet at the same time was lined with the Disgust and Dirty little Secrets held within each crevice of the Buildings. It was France. Or the New France. So Some liked to say. New Orleans.

Jasper himself was a Traveler. A Nomad Of Sorts, having just recently appeared here a year or so before. Years seemed like mere seconds in the eyes of an immortal. One who Was not phased or changed by the passing days. The Living Dead. Or So that's what the books told. But He could Die. Not with a Stake through the heart or with a mere shiny overlapping trinket (cross). But with the Lack of human blood. Something that could never shake, Not with all the time in the world.

Small Leather shoes clicked against the street as he made his was to a large mansion, located just out of the site of the human race. It was there that he had made his abode. There that he had dragged countless victims, always women, to feast upon. The Human feelings barely affected him now. But the Instinct and will to Live drove through his veins even stronger than before.

Skelly: Name: Jasper Alveraz ( I Assure that this has nothing to do with Twilight)

Age: Appears to be around the age of 17 or 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality:Straight

Personality: Most of Jasper's Personality will unfold During the Roleplay. But The Few Things To know, are That he has a Very short temper at times. He is VERY respectful towards any lady, but will not allow them to walk on him. He Usually takes charge of any situation, but sometimes finds it best to sit back and let another sabotage themselves. Although he finds it best not to remember old times, when he does, it immediately saddens his mood. Sometimes he Wishes he was still human, but immediately reminds himself that they are an inferior race, merely there for food. But he Does Show Sympathy towards several humans.

Appearance: Tall and Lithe. His Body is Muscular, although it doesn't look it. Silver eyes Pere from Behind short choppy white hair. Usually scene clad in a button up shirt tucked away beneath a black jacket, and accommodated by a pair of black pants.

Bio: [none]

Other: Jasper has a soft spot for young girls. Not in a Pedophile way. But more of a Protective manor.

Caine soon found himself wandering through the crowded pathways of the French Market, the oldest market in Louisiana. He could smell the fresh fruits mixing with the cheap perfumes and colognes being worn and sold and they both delighted and repulsed him. His metallic gaze wandered over every display and peddler.
A pretty, young Mexican woman in a gauzy dress sold bohemian clothing out of a large tent. Her ebony hair blew in the gentle evening breeze. He could smell her sweet, earthy scent. He would keep an eye on her. She was quite...appetizing.

Sonia leaned against the corner of an old brick building. The night clubs was where she hunted the most. Letting out a yawn, she watched potential donors walk here and there. "Geez. This is so boring." Pushing off against the building, she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and fished one out. Shoving the pack back where it belonged, she lit up and sighed. "That's nice." It didn't really matter if she smoked or not, she was dead.

Walking the streets in the busiest part of town, she spotted her prey. It was a man who didn't seem much older than her..he was with his friends.."but soon won't be." Sonia followed him most of the way but layed up a bit so he wouldn't get freaked out. This was the part that she hated...the hunting and feeding. If she could go without she would, but she wanted to live.

Sonia stayed outside of a small grocery store that the man and hs friends had gone into. "Always with the waiting.." She stood there..smoking her cigarette and humming some random song. Strange looks came from every direction. She looked so young but yet, she wasn't.

Suddenly, a softer scent overtook Caine, he turned quickly and through the crowd saw a small Asian girl standing on the other side of the street. She, too, was very pretty- prettier than the Mexican girl. She was more exotic and appealed more to his appetite. Setting down the sunflower that he had been examining, he maneuvered his way through the crowd and to the other side of the street where the girl stood.
"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you look lost, and the French Quarter really isn't safe after dark. Is there someplace I can help you get to?" He offered her his sweetest, most concerned smile. He genuinely would hate to hear that something other than himself had gotten to this pretty little thing.

Jasper came to an Abrupt halt upon reaching the French Market. It just like a little human market place, made especially for the Vampires who Lurked About. Humans could be easily picked away and persuaded to come into the shadows. So Stupid were their small brains. Easily taken back by that of a vampire. A wonder that their race had survived this long. No matter. Tonight Jasper needed to feast, and there were plenty of beautiful women about for him to snack on.

A Few passed by, but none really caught Jasper's interest. Mainly just drunk ones who would be no excitement at all, at least not during the 'hunt.' The begging for their lives, the screaming, the crying, all of It amused Jasper. He Loved to watch them suffer. Usually.

Caine thought for a moment. "I believe it's just a few streets over on Bourbon Street. Come, I'll take you there." He smiled with closed lips and began to walk. The music from the different tourist shops and bars filtered through doorways and the lyrics scrambled with his own thoughts.
Such a loud city.
A pack of drunks stumbled by. In New Orleans, drinking started as soon as the sun came up and, well, it never really stopped. One of the pack reached out for the girl and Caine instinctively pulled her closer. "You're brave to walk around this part of town alone at night."

Sonia became bored waiting for the boy in the grocery store. "What a jerk." She whispered to herself. Now she was just walking to walk. Without realizing it, she had walked into a part of town she had never visited before. Alot of people were here but alot were women. Sonia cussed and snarled. She had already smoked the other cigarette so she pulled another one out, lighting it up.

A few men passed but none that looked good to her. Across the way she spotted more vampires. "Of course they're here." Rolling her eyes, she leaned against another building and smoked her cig, watching people go by. She would need to find someone soon or she would have to forget about eating tonight. "Ah. This world sucks so much."

Jasper turned his head in the Direction which Sonia's Voice had Come. Vampires and Humans were easy to tell apart, at least when you were a Vampire. Her voice was clear to his sensative ears and it sounded as though she was talking directly to him. A Menacing grin spread itself across his face, parting the red lips which were attached, before he glided in her direction, thinking it would be quite nice to talk to a women vampire after so long of having covorted with only humans.

It was only a matter of seconds before he was standing before her, despite having to shove through crowds of people, trying to look as normal to those around as possible. "Good Evening" He mouth, only a whisper on the wind, but normal conversation tone to another of his own.

Caine chuckled. "Yes and no," he admitted. "Honestly, I just love the market. You can find a lot of things there that you can't find anywhere else. And of course, it is just littered with pretty girls."
He pulled a pack of Newport 100s from the back pocket of his jeans and lit one up before offering the pack to the girl. "You smoke?" He took a long drag on his own cigarette and blew dainty smoke rings into the night.

[Sorry. Its not Really My Place to Say, But mabye We Shouldnt Flood The Others]

((The only reason I'm cool with it is because they hadn't even posted intros yet. So they won't really be lost. they can just jump in at any place when they return.))

Ooc: :3 Right. Sorry.

Sonia smiled and blew smoke out of her nose. "Why hello. I'm not surprised to see others here." She mouthed before flicking the cig into the street. Her eyes wandered from person to person as they passed. Sonia gave a disgusted look and shook her head. "How can you hunt here? These people are disgusting."

Sonia watched with dark eyes as many people walked by. "They are pigs. Look at them" She looked at a fat man with his arm around a girl that looked too young to be his anything. Letting out another yawn, she covered her mouth and looked the other vampire in the eyes.

((Don't worry about it.))
Caine sighed, took one last drag off of his cigarette, and then crouched down to stub it out on the sidewalk. "Sorry," he murmured, straightening up and tucking the pack and lighter back into his pocket.
"I really don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but I would really prefer to walk you to the restaurant. Especially considering it surrounded by bars flooded with stinking drunks," he looked at his feet as he said this, embarassed that he actually meant this. There was something about this girl that he liked. He no longer had any intention of feeding off of her. "Please? For my own sake?"

Jasper carefully examined Sonia's every move. Although she claimed to be digusted by the creatures, she also seemed to be unable to stop watching them. Just as he himself was. Her Questions was answered with a smirk at first, before he turned to take the place next to her side and look out at the humans which she was examining. "A Vampire Needs Blood To Survive, M'lady. And as Such, This is a Place where it is hard to Tell exactly When a Person is to go Missing" Every word that came from his lips was lined with the utmost Respect for the Women standing Beside him.

She was Beautiful, as Sight to Behold. It had been quite sometime since Jasper had felt anything for a women, and old feelings began to stir in his heart. Making his face contort in an uncomfortable way. Love was such a Dirty thing. Such a Destructive emotion. He Quickly swallowed the Human emotions before taking in the sight of the Fat man as Well. He was Enough to make even the flies vomit.

Sonia looked back at him before he moved the stand beside her. Her attention quickly went back to the fat man. "Yes. I know that. I don't have to like it though." She sighed and nodded her head. "This is one of the best places I guess. I prefer the dance scene though." A smile stretched across her face and she laughed to herself for a bit before calming down.

Sonia watched the other vampire's face when he spotted the fat man. She smiled again when she noticed that it slightly disturbed him. "People like him...are the ones who need to die. Although..I don't kill my prey most of the time." Sonia shivered when the fat man finally disappeared. "I could have gone the rest of this pathetic life without seeing that."