*Is currently listening to Suicidal Dream (Silverchair)

Appearance: Name: Red Manscotti Age: 17 Gender: Male Species: Demon S.O.: Straight Other: This ravage human-killer knows he's the one in charge. Forever enraged and always willing to confront, Red keeps to himself, though always seems to be bothered by long-time "friend" Cali. Red would always prefer to be alone, with a book, but due to his devilish good looks, he finds himself always being bothered, and therefore, always being cold and curt.

Appearance: Name: Cali Bernice Age: 16 Gender: Female Species: Succubus S.O.: Straight Other: Born to the human mother and incubus father, Cali is a bubbly, sweet individual who is always willing to lend a helping hand. Her family is close-knit, and a stand-up group in the society in which she lives. This social butterfly has always had an infatuation with her neighbor, Red, whose cold, aggressive behavior always intrigued her.

Listening to City by Hollywood Undead

Appearance: http://oi54.tinypic.com/von0ub.jpg Name: Jannee Age: 16 Gender: Female Species: Night Elf Sexual orientation: Straight

Appearance: http://oi52.tinypic.com/16h3hie.jpg Name: Dale Age: 17 Gender: Male Species: Werewolf Sexual orientation: Straight

(Looks good. Post whenever your ready.)

Appearance: Seduction. Name: Charlotte Delea Age: 16 Gender: Female Species: Vampire Sexual orientation: Straight Other: Despite being a vamp, she's extremely kind and loves company. She has a precious ball python as a pet. His name is Flinch.

Could I join? I'm listening to Up and Up by Relient K! :D

~ can I start my character off during night time? ~

Dale made it a priority to stick to the side of the stairs. The last time he'd been caught sneaking out during lights out, the low creak and groan of the stairs had been what gave him away. Now, as he slowly moved his feet down the steps, he found that the edges of each step made less noise towards the side of the boards. His breath was held for the most part, too scared to even inhale or exhale this close to the headmasters office. Making his way as best as he could through the thick blackness of the halls, the double doors of the cafeteria made themselves visible after various staircases, winding hallways, and classroom doors.

His fingers wrapped themselves tightly around the steel door handle. Doing his best to avoid the obnoxious whine of the hinges as he slowly and careful opened the door, revealing the vast room. Tables and clogged up the space, the air was tight with the vague smell of the dinner served just hours ago. But again, Dale had procrastinated during several assignments, and when the due date came, he found himself empty handed. So instead stuffing his face with whatever glop the school had brewed up that night, he had been occupied with a pile of late work. The punishment was severe, the growl of an empty stomach. But why wait until breakfast? When he knew the lousy janitor always forgot to lock the kitchen doors.

The empty cafeteria was overflowing with an eerie feel. No chattering, yelling voices, no large quantity of bodies scuttling about and forking nasty school food into their mouths. Dale proceeded forward, carefully maneuvering around the neatly assemble tables, chairs, and food stands. Until he was pushing against the door to the kitchen, only to find that it would not budge in its locked state. "Great, the one night I miss a meal, is the night that old hag remembers to lock the door." he grumbled in a low murmur, not affording to raise his voice any higher.

Asleep, soundly and almost gracefully in it's delicateness, Cali lay in her bed with a smile forever planted on her pink-glossy lips. The air of the night was cool, and she was tucked into bed with her favorite stuffed animal, her hair gently falling onto her pink pillow. The entire room was done up with a seductive pink-and-red decor, lace and frills everywhere in sight.

On the nightstand by her head, sat a picture of Red Manscotti- her neighbor at home and in the dorm. She could hear him cursing at his roommate from inside her own room at times, and she loved it. The growl of his voice, the temper in his tone, it was all so intriguing to her. His quick anger and powerful rage clashed greatly with her soft, gentle personality, and she found him irresistable.

Her fascination with her neighbor was a complete secret crush, but it was obvious to anyone who looked. Though anyone could plainly see the way she stared into his cold, blue eyes and the way she made an effort to wipe off every bit of fuzz and debris off of his sweater, just to make contact, her passion was unspoken, and therefore, unofficial.

In the next room over, Red Manscotti was wide awake like always. He was scribbling away on a piece of paper that lay on his darkly-stained desk, finishing a lately-assigned punishment. "It is absolutely wrong to break a window with a chair, because...." "Because I should have thrown it at that insufferable classmate of mine?" His smile was cold and ironic. Quickly scribbling a forged apologetic last sentence, Red let out a long sigh and sat back in the chair. He was done, and now he could sleep for the remaining four hours until school would begin.

He lay on his bed, still fully clothed in a black sweater and tight jeans, his head hitting his gray pillow and his arm pulling his black blanket over his muscular body. The blanket was warm, though he hated using it. It reaked of a popular perfume that came in a pink bottle, and Cali was to blame for that. She had given him the blanket at a gift, and nearly drowned it in the frilly, yet pleasant scent.

Just like she was in the next room, Red would be dreaming of his neighbor tonight, only for a much different, unwanted reason.

Charlotte sat perfectly still, curled up in a beanbag chair with one of the many books that rested on her bookshelf. She licked her lips, the taste of the bagged blood still on her lips from earlier. The taste of blood was always appealing to her, but the bagged blood the school made her drink was not as sweet as taste of blood from the source. Out of habit, she licked her lips at the thought. A pout formed on her natural pink lips as she began to think. She finished reading the last page in a hurry, closing the book and returning to her thoughts.

They drifted off and she looked at the cover of her book. It was a good read, quite the morbid horror story. She liked her books like that. Charlotte stood slowly, the beanbag chair groaning in response to the slow movements. She knew someone that would appreciate the book as much as she had. She knew he might have been getting into bed at this hour, but she slipped out of her dorm and down the hall to Red's room.

She talked to him more than anyone at the school, and she knew he liked books. Char would hate to bother him at this hour but knowing Cali and her obsession with him, she wouldn't have much time during the school hours to give it to him. She approached his door and knocked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Red. I have something for you." She murmured at the door, hoping he could hear her.

Red, eyes closed and breath even, lifted his shoe off of his foot, and obnoxiously threw the black, shiny, italian shoe at the door, causing it to open. He didn't open his eyes, but smiled slightly. His muscles were all relaxed. The usual angry creases in his forehead were smoothed over with serenity, and his lips were in a small, genuine, and somewhat entertained smile.

"Yet another story of a girl who falls in love with a vicious, yet incredibly emotional vampire? Or something good this time?" His voice was scratchy and deep, the way it would have always sounded if he weren't constantly yelling and raging. The underlying tone in his comment was joking and playful, yet he was concerned that it was yet another romance. Once in a while, he could lose himself in the puzzling descriptions, but he was in the mood for action, danger, and blood.

All together, he didn't look or seem to be himself. This calm figure on the bed that didn't even have enough energy to open his eyes was no Red Manscotti as he would have been during the day. This, however, was just how he was when approached by serene, intelligent, and interesting people.

Charlotte jumped a little with the bang of the shoe hitting the door, and laughed slightly at her silly fright once it opened. She crossed the room, sitting cross-legged on the floor by his bed. His calm state made her smile a little to herself and she raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at his smile.

"Haw, haw, very funny." She said with a small smirk and the roll of her red eyes. Her voice was soft, as she was not sure if Cali would be awake or not. Though there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, she didn't stop smiling. "You act as though I made you read Twilight or some crap. That last book was like it but with much less...uck." She shook her head and smiled. "You're quite lucky I didn't make you read that though. I regret even wasting my time." Charlotte held out the book in her hands to him. "This one is about bloodshed and murder, I think it will appeal to you. There's more of that then any sort of romance." She said, setting the book beside him.

"Sorry to bother at such a late hour, by the way." She said with a small, sheepish smile. "I just couldn't help myself."

Red shook his tired head, and waved his large, pale, manly hand. He didn't mind at all, and she should know that. "You know you're more than welcome to drop by whenever you please. But why are you awake at this hour? Doesn't class start in..."

for the first time since she entered the room, he opened his chilling, blue eyes and propped himself up on his elbows to look at the clock. The red numbers that blazed out of the darkness off the small digital clock told him that class didn't begin for another three and a half hours. Even he was dead-tired, and didn't want her to be bothering her sleep schedule worring about giving him a book.

"Go back to bed, Charlotte. I'll see you in class, and thank you for the book. I'll have it back to you by tomorrow if my lab partner doesn't intrude." His eyes rested on the wall that separated Cali's and his dorm room, with almost an exasperated attitude. "I look forward to reading it, but for now, get some rest." He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, not bothering to reopen them to see if she had actually left.

Charlotte smiled again, her eyes still resting on him. "Yes I know. But I figured that you would be asleep already." She shrugged and gave another smile, this time because he had opened his eyes. She didn't bother answering his question, because she really didn't have a clue to why she was awake.

She nodded solemnly and stood. "Alright. It probably is best I get some kind of sleep. You're welcome, and don't worry about it. My door is always open to you as well." She watched his eyes fall on the wall and understanding filled her. "Good to know." Charlotte said, her voice once again soft. She turned on her heel and walked toward the door, stopping for a moment. "Goodnight, Red." She said, shutting the door behind her.

Charlotte headed off to her room, changing quickly and slipping into bed, her eyes closing. She drifted off to sleep the near instant her head made contact with the pillow.

OOC: Should I make a forum group for this thread? And how far should we carry the story on without the creator?

BIC:

Red's muscles all relaxed and he fell into an instant sleep. Heavily and without dreams he slept, while htime flew by. He was awoken by a petite knock at his dormitory door, and his eyes flew viciously open. One important fact about Red: he was not a morning person.

Charging the door, with only one shoe on, he flung the door open and glared at the tiny, smiling Cali that held out a plate of fruits and a cup of coffee. His rage relaxed some, but his expression remained the same: irritated and tired. The creases and lines of anger were back in his face, his blue eyes surrounded by dark circles from a significant lack of sleep. All together, he looked like good old Red, angry and annoyed.

The grumpy, large beast of a man stepped out of the doorway, taking the coffee from Cali's small, well-manicured hand and sat at his desk, looking at the clock and then to the book that Charlotte had left, which covered his apology letter. His eyes wandered everywhere but to Cali, for he wasn't ready to take on a bubbly conversation just yet today. After his coffee, perhaps, but not right now.

Cali set the plate in front of him, on top of the book, on top of the letter. Fresh strawberries and blueberries were piled up nicely next to a small bowl of white sugar. The happy, smiling girl, reaking of perfume and a coconut-lotion sat on the edge of Red's unmade bed. She wore her favorite pink sweater and a pair of nice jeans with a pair of shiny pink flats.

The silence would have been akward, had they both not been used to mornings together. Mornings were silent, meant for eating and drinking and getting dressed with no noise whatsoever, until Red would eventually ask Cali about her day.

OOC: Probably a good idea. And, I'm not sure...

Bic:

Charlotte awoke with a startled gasp, her dreams causing her to shiver. Lately they had gotten more and more violent, and she knew that wasn't a good thing. She ran her fingers through her hair, and sat up slowly. She drew in several deep breaths to calm herself before she got up and out of bed.

Her bare feet padded softly across the floor, the boards under her creaking softly. She crept to her closet, dressing in the short black lolita dress that she had been meaning to wear for a while now. It had a corset for a top and a short tutu like bottom. It hugged her nicely, for no matter how much the vampire protested, she had a body. Her feet found a pair of black heels and slipped into them. She stared down at her red toenails, glad that she had gotten a manicure and pedicure. For once, that is.

Classes were to start soon, so Charlotte applied a thin coat of red lip gloss, made sure her hair was alright, and slipped out of the door.

She sauntered down the hall, pausing to glance at Red's door that was slightly cracked open. She could view small flashes of pink and knew very well that Cali was in there, so she refrained from stopping by to say good morning. It wasn't like she could expect anything less, but still, her lips curled into a pout as she continued to walk down the hall, her heels clicking with her.

Cali sat on the edge of the bed. She glanced around the room, feeling out of place yet comfortable knowing she was in the presence of Red. The walls around her were painted a dul gray with a navy border, and the floor was covered in a darkly colored wood with a large black throw-rug in the center of the room. The bed was black and gray, matching the contents of the closet that Cali could see right in to.

The room had a delightful scent of a nice cologne, something dark and mysterious that came in a black bottle. Red wore it every day, and it was hypnotizing to Cali. Besides the lingering aroma of coffee came the cologne, and the mixture of these scents made her heart flutter. Manly, that's how she would describe it. The whole room gave off a cold, manly ora that Cali adored being inside of.

She eagerly awaited, with an impatient look on her face. Her blue eyes were brought out by a thick layer of black mascara and eyeliner, though hers were a deeper blue than Red's. The light brown hair fell spiraled down her shoulders in soft, touchable curls. Altogether, she was a pleasing sight, and that came from the succubus in her. Her expression was one of a child awaiting to open presents. Finally, the most precious part of her day came to Cali.

"So. How was your day?" He had begun to pull off his sweater, standing shirtless and muscular, white skin clashing with the dismal background of his room. Cali turned like every other day and blastoff. She recounted her entire day yesterday, ommitting no detail, and only occasionally stopping to ask him questions, but never awaiting an answer.

While she chattered happily away, Red began to pull on a gray sweater with a black stripe across the stomach. His jeans and Italian shoes remained, and he started rummaging around the little black box on his desk for a necklace to wear. He periodically nodded and "mhm"ed at her sentences, until he focused on spraying the cologne on, and he was finished.

"Cali." He interuppted her story of the window he had broken and how she volunteered to clean up the shards. "It's almost time for class. Finish the story at lunch." His voice was deep and scratchy again, calm and unagitated. The low vibrations of his vochal chords were soothing, and Cali found herself standing and walking off to her room. Red was alone for now, so he grabbed his apology letter, then the book Charlotte had given him, and grabbed his bag.

The bell rang for all students to leave the dorms and to begin the day. He had five minuted to get to his first period class. With his bag over his shoulder, his sweater the scent of manly cologne, and his hair gelled out of his face, he began towards his class.

Charlotte waited by the doors of her first class, glancing at the ceiling and humming softly to herself. The sound was sweet and somehow flirtatious, like it always was. If Charlotte wasn't a vampire, she might as well have been a siren. Her eyes flickered from the ceiling and to the halls in front of her as she watched the absent minded 'special' students pass by. They might as well have been invisible to Char, seeing as she didn't care.

The bell sounded and Char found herself jumping slightly, then smoothing down the skirt of her dress. She was joined by a flirtatious boy, whom she believed went by the name of Alex. He was taller than her with dark brown hair and warm eyes. She glanced up at him and smiled slightly, listening to him only partially. He made a lame excuse to take the vampire girls books, which Charlotte protested to but ended up losing the argument.

Char turned her attention back to the hall, away from Alex whom had grown silent. She had hopes to see at least one more familiar face this morning.

(I'm sorry guy I though I could do a roleplay but I can't because my internet got shut off and I don't have access to a computer very often. So I'll have to drop out of my own rp. T.T I will make another one as soon as I can get my internet back on.)

(Oh no! :( )

Red was late to class, and his angry features were showing brightly, showcased by his fed face and white knuckles. The elderly, cranky history teacher was reviewing the apology letter, making noises and expressions that represented disapproval. His tongue clicked again and again, driving Red slowly mad. Finally, the teacher lay his hand over the paper, his spotted, fragile hand covering the writing, and looked up at Red.

"Weak. Forced. You obviously did not learn a lesson, Mr. Manscotti. However, I asked for letter, and I got one. Go to class." He raised his hand off the paper and pointed at the door, glaring at Red from across his desk behind thick glasses. His class was behind Red, watching silently, afraid that the man would throw another chair, but instead, Red smiled and turned on his heel.

He walked on and on, until getting to his first class, which he approached slowly and carefully, taking his time. He got to the door, drew in a breath of his own scent, and turned the knob. He felt ridiculous, knowing every pair of eyes was on him, since any disruption was always the star of the class. Taking a step in, and being waved off by the professor in the front, Red walked the entire length of the class until getting back to his seat, and dropping into the chair.

He lay his bag on the desk, and then proceded to watch it fall onto the ground, the contents avalanching down and spreading in a three-feet radius. His face got red, his knuckles white, his forehead creased, but he crouched down and began collecting the various papers and books. It's going to be that kind of day, then. Fantastic.

Zero walked into class. He had been in jail for a night for a fight he had gotten into. He also had some pot on him. He had only gotten off with a ticket but since he was a student he would only have to do community service. The law was different than in the Nightmare Realm. If you were a student they punished you more. Being used to having a hang over he looked around and said "How goes it teech?" "Zero are you gracing us with your presence today?" He sighed and said "Might as well." sitting down he took the cigarette from behind his ear. "Here You gave me one I'll give you one."

" When will he learn?" Rika though. She had no idea that her brother had just walking into class. She though that he reminded her of her brother but she shook the feeling away. Looking around She saw that he had a joint in his ear left ear. Not wanting to get him in trouble she wasn't going to call him out on it.

(I'm sorry that it sucks I haven't roleplayed in a few months.)

Zero walked into class. He had been in jail for a night for a fight he had gotten into. He also had some pot on him. He had only gotten off with a ticket but since he was a student he would only have to do community service. The law was different than in the Nightmare Realm. If you were a student they punished you more. Being used to having a hang over he looked around and said "How goes it teech?" "Zero are you gracing us with your presence today?" He sighed and said "Might as well." sitting down he took the cigarette from behind his ear. "Here You gave me one I'll give you one."

" When will he learn?" Rika though. She had no idea that her brother had just walking into class. She though that he reminded her of her brother but she shook the feeling away. Looking around She saw that he had a joint in his ear left ear. Not wanting to get him in trouble she wasn't going to call him out on it.

(I'm sorry that it sucks I haven't roleplayed in a few months.)

(I have no idea how that posted twice and )