Blood of the Dhamphir
Intense Heal
Mesmerize
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Worships Anpu Thutmose
Wine Eyes
Platinum Hair
Height is 5'6"
Willowy Build
Female
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Jun 4, 2016 23:35:49 GMT -5
Post by Morelle Couture-Desrosiers on Jun 4, 2016 23:35:49 GMT -5
Morelle sat on the banks at the Rhône in Avignon. The sun had just sat hardly an hour ago, and the late evening lights that were now reflected in the river gave the city a sort of liminal quality. She gazed at the water, watching it move and ripple. Occasionally a car passed behind her, the headlights temporarily washing out the reflection in the water. She had meant to spend the day visiting museums and famous buildings, but the sun had been far too bright, so instead she had been holed up in the hostel. She would have to content herself with the exteriors she would be able to see after hours.
She wasn't the only one out on that night. There had been a few joggers, a couple on a date. Oh love, it was some thing that had always eluded Morelle. Even despite her self-imposed isolation she had had some close brushes with love. Once she almost had a chance with a big pops tar, but he left on tour before they could really connect. Then there was the Scots girl with the flaming red hair. She didn't know what happened to her, she was probably still back in Étretat, and if Morelle hadn't had to leave, maybe there would be something between them. It had only been a week since Morelle had been separated from her father and already she felt so alone.
The other thing these passersby reminded the young girl of was the fact that she would need to feed before long. That was probably what she hated the most about her current position. When she was home she managed to avoid actual feeding through transfusions. Now, as she was trying to keep a low profile, she needed to drink from someone to assuage that awful thirst nearly twice a week.
She had time to wait though. For now she just wanted to enjoy the sights. She pulled a sketchbook from her bag, suddenly struck by inspiration and began to draw, plans for a riverside home.
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Poltergeist Transformation
Shadow Creatures
Electricity Creation
Magnetism
Silence
Water Control
Feather of the Stymphalian Bird
Skin of the Mongolian Death Wyrm
Tongue of the Sphinx
Akhlut Prime
Acidic Blast
Flight/Wings
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Worships None
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Jun 8, 2016 12:38:51 GMT -5
Post by Nyghtingale on Jun 8, 2016 12:38:51 GMT -5
Nyght was walking down the streets, humming to herself as she slowly twirled a little flower between her fingers. The flower was not picked, but had been a gift from another person. A guy who had taken her on a date today. She had graciously accepted the date, and the guy had been a real gentleman through out it and after it was all over given her a soft kiss on her cheek and the flower. It had been a nice day, but Nyght was certain she would never see the guy again. Which was a shame, but oh well...things just happened that way. Besides, she was more interested in Jack anyways. This guy had been sweet, but was so mundane and simple he had not been appealing.
Walking along the road, the sun had begun to set and darkness closing in upon the city and herself. Nyght did not mind, for although the night stalkers would come out when the darkness fell she was more then capable of taking care of herself completely. She was not afraid, and could see perfectly in the darkness with out need of external help from an outside light source or amplification. So she simply walked along, minding her own business and occasionally smelling the flower that she had been given. Perhaps she would try to dry it out, she thought to herself. What was it called when you flattened it between pages and thus could keep it forever? Pressing was the term right?
Nyght paused, looking up from her contemplation to notice a girl sitting alone. She seemed to be extremely involved with a large sketchpad and the pencil in her had as she drew. Nyght stood quietly, watching the girl from a few paces away as she drew and drew. She wondered what exactly it was that had caught the artist's imagination and what it was she was drawing so diligently.
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Aura of Fear
Flight/Wings
Hellstream
Jack has brown hair and pale, stainless skin, except for a long scar on his back. His eyes are bichromatic, one brown and one yellow. His angelic herritage provided his with feathered wings, the feather tip being red, gold or brown. He is slim and tall.
Brown- Yellow Eyes
Brown Hair
Height is 5'8
Slim Build
Male
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Aug 9, 2016 2:03:48 GMT -5
Post by Sharp on Aug 9, 2016 2:03:48 GMT -5
Rescue Me
Save me, come with me, With demons I made a bargain. Until I lose as sanity, You will be my guardian.
Jack admired the sky above, the fading light and appeareance of twinkling stars as he took a walk besides the edge of the water. His wings flapped gentlyunder his huge coat as he advanced, now shifting his bichromatic gaze to the water's edge.
His attention was caught by the sight of two girls sitting by the water. He advanced quietly towards both, and he could see the features now. The first one, bowed over a sketcpad, was definitely a vampire, judging by the palor in her face and her slenderness. The second, however, didn't seem to tell him anything in particular,
"Uhh, hello. What are you both doing out here?" he asked them awkwardly. Inside his mind, his demon part was laughing at his angel side, rolling on it's back. Great, maybe now they think I'm a freak. he grunted, shaking his wings under his coat and grunting.
Well, they could be quite right, neverless. He was a freak. Well, maybe not a afreak, but hybrid between a Seraph and an Incubus left it's marks on anyone. He had been persecuted most of his life for that, well maybe more like for his father's foolishness than something that was his fault. Maybe his father was his fault.
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