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Last edited by Branchinz on Wed Nov 10, 2010 1:05 am; edited 2 times in total

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in the small town just outside of the capital of Texas, known as Ataraxia, nothing ever changes. it's still the town it was when it was founded hundreds of years ago. the sun rises, the sun sets, and that is that.
for the unsuspecting humans that are unaware of their presence, at least.
for when the sun sets, it's a whole new ballgame. because as soon as the sun sets, the creatures of the night, the blood drinkers, the Vampires, come out to play.
and the town of Ataraxia? completely clueless to the murderers living right next door. all completely clueless, except for the members of the city council, which is really the town's personal Vampire hunters, they keep track of the population of Vampires living in the town and help keep their toes in line.
what happens a whole new brand of Vampire comes to town to play? what happens when mysterious deaths and disappearances begin, when these Vampires, determined to overpower the hunters and gain control of Ataraxia start winning the fight?
only you can decide the fate of Ataraxia.

|.|rules|.|
1. all of the website rules apply
2. this is a semi-elite roleplay, meaning what i want from your posts/forms is something that is not: OMG!!11! my characterz nam iz sarlalllal!!!!11, what i would like is decent grammar/spelling, and at least two sentences per post. ;]
3. please don't post n' run, which basically means if you post a form here, i'd like you to stick around and actually roleplay. :] and the same goes for roleplayers, i'd like you to stay as active as you can, and let me know in a PM if you're going to be absent from the thread for any amount of time.
4. the hunters are able to have weapons, but no killing off Vampires without their permission. and same goes for the Vampires, no killing off anybody's character without permission. :] also, you can make your Vampires able to feed off of something other than blood, like specific emotions, for example. be creative, just nothing to over the top. ;]
5. have fun!

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character's (full) name: full name, meaning the first, the middle, and the last name of your character.
character's gender: is your character male or female?
character's age: how old is your character/how old does your character look?
character's race: is your character a vampire? if so, put what they feed off of. blood, happiness? be creative. :] if they're a hunter, put hunter, and if they're a mortal/human that got mixed up in this whole business being at the wrong place at the wrong time, put it here.
character's appearance: what does your character look like? no pictures, please!
character's personality: your character's general demeanor, inside and out. meaning, how do they act towards others?, etc.
character's history: what happened in your character's past? this is required, and is important because it might result in a specific personality trait of your character, how they would react to a specific action/event, etc.
crush/friends/family/etc: does your character have a crush? any friends, family? if so, list them here.
other: anything else to add about your character? if so, put it here.

|.|form sample (my characters)|.|
character's name: Catrina Cahill Hearne
character's gender: female
character's age: appears to be sixteen years of age, is truly two hundred sixteen years old
character's race: vampire, feeds off of emotion, specifically affection or love
character's appearance: stands at about 5'3", has creamy pale skin, the bridge of her nose and her cheeks are dotted with light brown freckles. her hair is a darker auburn color, her hair is naturally curly and reaches just past her shoulders, choppy with split-ends. her right eye is hazel, while her left eye is spring green, a lighter green color near the pupil. can generally be found in dark gray skinny jeans, a t-shirt, a small black jacket and boots. often wears cut-off gloves that show her fingers.
character's personality: rebellious, more often than not she won't follow the rules just to cause frustration, craves attention, whether it's good or bad attention doesn't make a difference to her. often very sarcastic, very crude in humor. doesn't get close to anyone for fear that she'll accidentally feed off of them, hurting them. is a compulsive liar, lies even when she has nothing to hide, often about silly, trivial details, like the color of her socks for example. schizophrenic, often has hallucination of the people she's fed off of and killed are there with her and are talking to her, haunting her.
character's history: was born and raised in Austin, Texas by her single father, her mother took off when she was around three years old. the night of her sixteenth birthday, she'd gone out with a couple of friends. refusing to take the offer of the ride back to her home, she started to walk. she was taken and tortured by a Vampire from the close town of Ataraxia. she hung around just long enough to kill off her father and a couple of citizens, before she decided to go check out Ataraxia.
crushes/friends/etc: none, yet.
other: n/a

|.|characters|.|
Catrina Cahill Hearne - Vampire - Branch
Katherine Amelia Temple - Hunter - Rebecca
Linsy Ann Noria - Hunter - Vixen
Zeke Aaron Sica - Vampire - Suburbia

character's (full) name: Pheonix Avian Lockhart

character's gender: Male

character's age: Lockhart is really three hundred and fifty years old, and appears to be around 21.

character's race: Pheonix is a vampire that uniquely feeds off of fire. When he was younger he was known to eat lit matchsticks.
He still occasionally drinks blood, though it's mostly fire.

appearance: This spiritual vampire has hawklike brown eyes that are like two tiger-eye gems. His thick, straight red hair is worn in a style that reminds people of a porcupine's quills, with the tips of each strand dyed ivory. He is inhumanly tall with a wide-chested, muscular build and tan skin. Pheonix can normally be found in a fitted black, longsleve shirt and coalwashed jeans. He always wears a mahogany wood carving of a pheonix on a red, square-cut leather cord on his neck, and claims to never take it off.

character's personality: Pheonix is a former military sergeants son, and is not the easiest to push over. He is very confident of himself, and only semi- social. Lockhart highly disregards Americans, being proud of his Russian heritage and accent, but doesn't let it interfere with friendships. He is a lot nicer when you get to know him than he first seems.

character's history: Pheonix was born and raised a vampire to a single, mortal stepmother. They lived in Kaliningrad, and prospered well. When he was eighteen he left for europe, and traveled as a carpenter until he was thirty-four. The next year he staged his own death so he could go unnoticed in secrecy. More to be discovered.

crush/friends/family/etc: other: Nope.

{-mini mental breakdown- I NEED TO BE ACTIVE, AND YOU MAKE THIS. I LOVE YOU BRANCHIE. -glomps-)

character's (full) name -
Katherine Amelia Temple (Goes by Kat. =P)

character's gender-
Female-io

character's age-
Seventeen, born May 14.

character's race-
Hunter.

character's appearance-
Katherine is a girl you wouldn't really look at twice. She's average weight, 5'8, on the the tall side, with slightly curly brown hair the color of chesnuts. Her eyes though, are a striking jade green that appear to be green sometimes, blue others, and even grey. She wears anything from jeans to shorts, but hates skirts with a passion; and has a closet-full of T-Shirts with quirky sayings on them from shows. Her favorite pair of shoes are her black converse, which go with anything she owns, but if she's hunting, she'll put on high top black hiking boots, that give her the ability to run without having to worry about her shoes.
Kat doesn't wear much jewelry, but she'll have earrings in sometimes, and always wears a necklace with a small oval shaped charm on the bottom, a sole tiny green emerald embedded in the center. Katherin has a small problem with weapons. She loves all of them. Axes, swords, guns, stakes, knives, bow and arrows, anything and everything she can get her hands on, she uses to kill a vampire. Her personal favorite would have to be a good ol' stake, make out of cherry wood that's she's had for a long time now.

character's personality-
Katherine can be nice, sweet, angry, upset, or anything in between. It really all depends on the person. She's nice and sweet to people at school, expecially the teachers, you could call her a teacher's pet. But when it comes to the students, Kat gets a little stand-offish if someone tries to make a move on her, and she doesn't like that. When she says 'No', she means it, and if you don't respect her wishes, you might find yourself thrown into the nearest wall.
She really isn't all that mean. It's just because of what happened to her. Kat can be paranoid at points, partially because if a vampire is near, she can sense it. Little sparks go through her body and she instantly knows that there is a vampire in the room. She can't tell who it is though, which is the drawback of the sense, but if she pays close attention to the door, and watches as people leave, and the sparks move away; Kat is smart enough to figure out who it is by deducing.

character's history-
Kat was born in Tennessee, near one of it's biggest cities. She lived near the downtown area her entire life, and because of that wasn't afraid of much, always going out with friends and walking the streets at night. That was, until the night her parents died. Kat was home, and her parents had gone out to eat on the square. She wasn't really expecting them back anytime, but when they weren't home at twelve, she started to get worried. At this time, Kat was fourteen, and had her fair share of fights in school because the girls there were jerks. The resturant her parents were going to was only a couple of blocks away, so she grabbed her keys, locked the house up, and make sure she had her pepper spray and pocket knife. When she reached the resturant, she glanced into the alley beside it and was horrified to find two vampires, feeding on her parents. Not knowing what they were, she charged them, spraying pepper spray into both of their eyes and screaming, only to find that her parents were already dead.
With a vengence, she called the police and then ran away before they could get there. Tracking down the two vampires, she found them in a graveyard, laughing about what had happened. Knowing what they were only by their fangs and blood-shot eyes, Kat ripped off a tree branch and threw it straight at one of them, it pinning him down and dusting him. The other, terrified, took off running, but Katherine was there in front of him in a moment, another stick in hand before shoving it through her chest cavity.
What Kat didn't know was that her Mom had been a hunter, as had her grandmother, all through the blood-line. She had it in her veins to hunt them down and kill them. Going back to her parents, she cried as the police told her they were pronounced dead and was given their things, before being told she would go live with her Uncle in Texas. While going through her mom's purse, she found a cherry wood stake and pocketed it, knowing now what she was supposed to do. Kill vampires.
{Oh. Crap, that was long. XD}

crush/friends/family/etc-
Uncle on her mom's side, was never told about vamps. It's who she lives with.

other-
She's very driven by her emotions. And since the hunting gene runs through her blood, she's a fierce tracker, and has a bit higher senses than most humans. It's not like she can't be killed though, and she knows that. But that's a different story entirely.

{YAY! EDIT IN GLARING WHITE. =D}

character's (full) name-
Karoline Liv Grimm

character's gender-
Femaleeeeeee

character's age-
695, looks around twenty.

character's race-
VAMPIRE ALL THE WAY. OHEMGEE WHAT DOES IT MEAN? (Sorry. xD)
She feeds on pure, unadultered terror. Terror and pain are the best, though she doesn't mind blood, because that's like icing on the cake for her.

character's appearance-
{Stolen from my Eternal Essence form with names changed because I'm LAZY. XD}
Karoline (Pronounced 'Caroline', but goes by Liv) Grimm is quite a particular looking girl. With long hair that is naturally a dark reddish brown, but has white and blonde chunks in it, not to mention the blood red ones, and piercing emerald green eyes, something about her true appearance seems... a bit off. Standing a tall 5'10, and having a well built to normal body-type, it would come no surprise to you that she is skinny from the way she has grown up. Usually wearing clothing ranging from shorts to jeans, and tees to long-sleeved shirts, there is one thing you will always find this girl wearing... Well, two really. One is her pair of black converse, beat-up from the road and practically falling apart, but she doesn't care. They are what keeps her grounded, so to speak. The second item is a black cord necklace, with a detailed piece charm on it, with various swirls and dots to make it look like an intricate bead. She never takes her necklace off, for fear of loosing it.

character's personality-
{Again, taken from EE. It's still mine though. XD}
Knowing that Liv has a different appearance, you would think she would be quirky and a bit insane, but she is quite serious when the time calls for it, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a crazy side. And I mean a LITERAL CRAZY SIDE. Since she came from a very complex background, Liv has learned to shut down completely when she is trying to figure out how to go about doing something. Whether that be something as simple as hunting food for the day, or something as large as moving her things. She has also learned how to shut people completely out of her life when she wishes too, and when she doesn't want anyone knowing what her plans are, or generally what she's thinking. If the rare chance comes where Liv begins to trust you, and you stab her in the back, you will not see the next day. With a fierce and loyal undertone to her personality, you could compare her to the shows when a lion attacks it's prey. She's vicious, and she won't hold back on you until your dead. Like I said before, Liv's bat-crap insane. She finds the hutn thrilling and loves Hunter's blood because no other vampire is stupid enough to drink it. Though, she dilutes it with some normal human blood, she claims it's got a kick to it, which is why half of the time, when she comes to new towns, kids dissapear.
Liv has a fixation with tortureing her victims before hand. She... Likes it. A lot.

character's history-
{Why am I putting these disclaimers here? XD}
Liv Grim did not grow up normally, in the slightest bit. Born and raised in the moors of England, with her family and friends, you would think her life would have gone about normally, but she quickly learned that her life wasn't normal, nor perfect, would it ever be. At the age of fourteen, Liv could tell her perfect life was coming to an end, and her parents were starting to hint at darker things from their past. One day, she was in her room, just turned the age of twenty actually, and she heard something going on downstairs. No one was supposed to be coming over, and her parents had been heading out to the garden to pick some vegetables. Quickly standing, the older version of Liv had darted downstairs just in time to watch her parents be brutally murdered by three men. But before she could escape they spotted her and converged on her, ready to get rid of her too. They did in a way. That day, she was turned into a vampire, later to be called 'Olive' for a time. Later that day, she finished off her parent's killers and sat sobbing beside their bodies until she realized that she no longer had wounds anymore. Knowing a bit of her family history, Liv made her way through her house, getting a bag together of things she would need, bits and pieces of her old life, and non-perishable food she would be able to take along with her (not yet knowing exactly what she was).
When she left the house in the middle of the day, she had to dart back inside because her skin had started to sizzle. Going over to her mother, Liv reached out and took her mother's necklace and clasped it around her neck for some unknown reason. Then she turned and went back outside.
Nothing happened. She could go out into the sun.
(I hope you don't mind. It's like the Salvatore rings, or the Gem of Amara, but it doesn't make her invincible. If she wears it to long, the power starts to weaken and has to lay still to recharge. The magic is sort of faulty after so many years of use.)

crush/friends/family/etc-
Not anymore.
Though she HAS heard about a certain Russian vamp... (XDD)

character's name
Zeke Aaron Sica

character's gender
male

character's age
appears 15, actually age unknown

character's race
vampire, feeds off of danger and fear

character's appearance
standing at 5'10", he is very tall for his age. he has pale white skin which is contrasted by his jet black hair, which is naturally spiky. his eyes are usually grey, but when he is hungry, they get more and more black. he moves often so he has a variety of clothing to wear. at Ataraxia, he usually wears a black t-shirt and jeans, with occasional rips and tears. usually walks around with an emotion-less look on his face.

character's personality
devilish, he is a constant trouble-maker, whether at school or in the community. he is slightly delusional, and claims he can see ghosts and spirits, whether they are real or not. he uses this as a reason to try and help people with their problems by saying that the spirits told him the solution. he always has a poker face, never showing his true intentions. he usually only talks to people through notes, whether they are on paper, etched in something, etc. when alone, he writes poetry with no real intentions, just for the fun of it. always dreams of converting a human into a vampire, no matter how sadistic or instinctive he must be.

character's history
he was born in a renaissance home and was raised somewhere in medieval England until he was 15. a vampire had been on the loose, but no one knew due to the government hiding their existence. while practicing his hunting, zeke was kidnapped by the vampire and was transformed into one. then, the vampire had taken a liking into him and decided to make him his apprentice. they traveled europe until they boarded a ship to america. during their stay, zeke's master was killed after it was decided that they were both witches during the salem witch trials. zeke escaped and had walked the country ever since, create havoc to stay alive along the way.

crush/friends/family/etc
family: deceased due to natural causes
friends: none
crush: none

other
n/a

(AHAHAHA. I KNEW IT. YOU SAID NO ONE WOULD JOIN. :3)
(Sorry if I miss anything. xD This was copied off the one from CS. xD)
( HOPE I BURN YOUR EYES.)

character's (full) name:
Linsy Ann Noria

character's gender:
Female

character's age:
16

character's race:
Hunter. :3

character's appearance:
Linsy Noria is about five feet one inch, ectremly short for her age. Being a hunter, she's slim and doesn't weigh very much. Her hair is cropped and falls right above her shoulders, sometimes touching them toward the ends. It's a golden color, almost like it got too much sun, but Linsy never goes near the sun, simply because no vampires are ever out. It's golden color is mixed with various pinks and blues, making her hair colorful. Linsy's face is rather slim, and is dotted with a couple freckles near the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are a dull violet, but always alert. Her skin is extremly pale if you compare it to others. She usually just wears a tank top, then a warm sweater or cool t-shirt over it, depending on the weather. They are almost always black, white, or neon pink. Her pants are ALWAYS denim, never leather or wool. She has her favorite pair of converses, which are highlighter yellow, and she never goes anywhere without them. She carries weopons with her 24/7, probably a loaded gun. She has her favorite stake, Mr. Stabs, which she named when she first became a hunter.

character's personality:
Linsy is generally a loud and obnoxious girl, to start. She's always on her feet, ready to take action or kill something. She has a big hate toward Vampires, and always stalks around at night, never in the day. She isn't very open, and to on-lookers, she probably just looks emo with bright colors. She hides all her pain, love and sorrow inside, making sure others only think she's focused on killing off Vampires. She doesn't trust others instantly, it takes some time, but that doesn't mean she'll be shy. Usually just snide and unresponsive. When Linsy gets impatient or crabby, she gets crabby and snarky with others, always demanding something. During these swings she'll also fiddle with her weapon she currently has with her, which is a sign to others to get away. This girl never lets her opinion slide, and makes sure everyone knows it, wether they agree with it or not.

character's history:
Linsy was born in and grew up in Paris, France. Her mother died during her birth, and all LInsy knows about her is that she was a good singer. The little girl had a job when she was three and a half, mainly helping her father with making weapons and tools, cleaning the house and studying for school. She never knew the tools that were made were meant for vampires until some of the bloodsuckers invaded her house, killing her father, years later, when she was thirteen. Linsy had watched it all happen from her favorite hiding spot. That day she vowed to kill ever one of those strange creatures. She moved in with her aunt, who was strict and cruel, making sure Linsy barely had any free time. But when she did, she would learn everything about Vampires. When she was old enough to leave Paris, Linsy flew to Texas and joined the council, finally starting her training.

crush/friends/etc: Not yet!

other: Nope!

(All excepted. :) We'll start as soon as Blanx finishes her form.)

((BLANKIE I WANNA START THIS THING!))

Role-Play Master Posts : 549 Join date : 2010-07-08

character's (full) name: Vaslisa (goes by Lisa) Mae Belaqua

character's gender: female

character's age: she appears to be 17 but is actully 23

character's race: Vampire; she feeds off of feelings, specifically; happiness and love

character's appearance: She has a starch white palor skin, but many humans think this is because she is more of a night time person. She has dark brown curly hair, that is usually pulled back, though she does sometimes leave it down. Her eyes are bright blue, with a light green tinge. She stands at about 5'2 with a lean, strong build. She normally can be found in boot-leg jeans, with a simple v-neck layered tee. It's a hard battle to get her to put on any shoes but her sneakers.

character's personality: Quiet and secluded, mainly because she is afraid to hut people, she still hasn't adjusted perfectly to the whole vampire thing. She is normally very kind, but is wary of her own kind, and often goes out
of her way to avoid them. She is uncomfortable around company, and usually doesn't interact with others, no matter the race, although she is starting to come out of her shell.

character's history: She was turned at 17 by a vampire in this town, the vampire was killed after almost exposing the rest of us. Her parents had died tragically in a fire trying to get her out just a year before, and she had only just begun to forget it when she had been turned. Now she tries to avoid everyone that she can, thinking that if no one was close to her, they wouldn't be able to hurt her.

crush/friends/family/etc: none, though she doesn't really like to get close to people anyways

other:

(Merryier - Great form! Do you think you could expand a bit on the personality? It's a little shorter than I'd prefer, but other than that, great! c;)

EDITED!! We can RP now. :3

(Accepted, Blank! :) I'll start us off!)

Catrina O'Hearne sauntered into Ataraxia just as darkness fell completely over the town. Her chin held up, eyes narrowed, her expression was condescending as she surveyed the town before her. To her right, there was a rickety wooden sign with faded white letters spelling out the town's name, underneath it the probably very inaccurate population count.

Her black boots kicked up dust as she walked into town, very few people milling around. It was recommended by the hunter's that no human stay out after dark, not that any of the mundanes knew just why. They listened, nonetheless, and as a result less and less "disappearances" were happening in this town.

Sighing warily as the breeze picked up, Catrina tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear and wrinkled her nose. Those nosy hunter's, always getting into their business, stopping their killings, keeping the clueless mundanes safe. It was ridiculous, them keeping everyone safe. If it were every man fends for themselves, she'd be able to feed more often and maybe hunt for sport, like the vampires back in Europe sometimes did. Everything was just so difficult with all those hunter's protecting the town and blah, blah, blah.

And that's where she came in. Catrina O'Hearne intended to change all that, and not leave until the city was in ruins.

)P.S- put me on le front page.(

Pheonix twirled the lit matchstick inbetween his fingers, gazing like a child into the small, fragile flame.
It was a dead, quiet night in the town, and even the others seemed to be less active.
Then again, they're all still children.... He thought, snapping the matchstick in half. It had been relatively quiet since dusk, and that had been at least an hour...or two?
The vampire quickly ate the matchstick, and started to walk away. He aimed for the currently "haunted" forest, in hopes of less appetizing company than the matchstick.

Linsy stared at her dusty window, watching the sun set slowly. Her legs were crossed and she was sitting on her bed, which consisted of a simple quilt and sheets. She rarely used it, since she hardly slept at night. She worked late night hours, if you called it that. Hunting vampires was tiring, yes, but she was trained for it, and Linsy wasn't planning on sleeping until the Texas town was clear of them.
Lin stretched, hopping out of bed swiftly. It bounced slightly, then regained it's stillness. The Hunter slipped her sneakers on and double checked to make sure her loyal stake was in her pocket. A stake was a Hunter's best friend, just like a dog. They don't betray you or die. Linsy grabbed her multi-colored striped hat, pulling it on to cover her ears and head. Her violet eyes lingered over her room for a moment before she strolled out of the room.
Watch out, you crazy bloodsuckers.

Linsy took a step outside her apartment, the cool night air blowing her colored hair from her face. She glanced down at her jeans and black t-shirt, wondering if it'd be warm enough. It'd get warmer on the way. She shut the door silently, trying not to wake the young bellringer that had fallen asleep at the desk. Even with a council member staying there, that boy always feel asleep. Lin smiled slightly, glancing around at the deserted sidewalks and roads. No mundanes wre allowed out after the sun set, when vampires were prime. She cracked her knuckles then flexed her fingers, the shoved her hands into her pockets and started down the sidewalk, watching for any signs of human life. Not exactly human. More like zombies that drink your blood. She listened carefully to the sounds of nature, hoping to here footsteps. It mostly sand brushing up on the concrete. Ataraxia was all desert, maybe a few lucky trees and bushes survived each year. There was a grassy park about a mile away, but that didn't matter to the town.

I wonder how many people it takes to fill up a leech's stomach? Okay, so the thought was kind of morbid, expecially since the sun had just set, but Katherine was truely wondering. She shrugged on her leather jacket, lacing up her boots, and checking to make sure her stake was in her pocket. Leaving the cross bow stuffed under her bed, she slowly slid out of the open window and dropped to the ground, landing in a crouch. Yawning slightly, Kat blinked wearily, she hadn't slept well last night, late patrol, therefore leaving her less than awake tonight. Oh well.
As the seventeen year old walked with her head held high, she listened closely to see if anyone else was near. Sneezing, Kat rubbed her nose and cursed under her breath, sure, let's get a cold now. She thought to herself running a hand over the top of her head, where her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Twirling the stake in her hand, Katherine rubbed the back of her neck as her spine started tingling. Taking a quick detor through a cemetary, she peered around for a minute before a grave beside her started to shift. Making a small noise of protest, she put a hand on her hip and waited. Not five minutes later, a boy managed to get his torso out of the ground. Kat didn't even pause to see if he was someone she knew. It would only make it harder.
When she staked him, a part of her mumbled that he was still a person. The other part said that he was no longer alive. Undead. Meaning not alive. Meaning, not a real person. Meaning, totally justified to kick his butt across a graveyard and shove a pointy wooden stick through his chest. Suddenly, Katherine swiveled around, catching the distinct smell of smoke. Her heart pounded as she too long strides back towards the streets. Let the younger hunters pick up the fledges in the graveyard. Who knew what kind of older vamp wanted a midnight snack.

Pheonix lingered around the occasional desert plant, mumbling to himself. Casually he lit another match, this time letting it smoke and smolder, then finally eating the ember. He heard long, drawn-out steps torward the cemetery, and he figured it was probably a noob hunter looking for 'zombies' and such. Good luck catching me tonight. Lockhart thought. He put the matches away, and sauntered off teh sidewalk, onto the quiet, muffling sand. Sure, anything black on his shoes was now dusted, but at least it was quieter.

Zeke was returning to the town from a quick hunting session, washing the ember-colored liquid from his mouth as he approached the wooden sign at the front of town. He sniffed the air, feeling a little gluttonous, but instead caught an unfamiliar scent, which was unusually fresh. Sounds like fun, He thought to himself as he dashed to find the scent's source. Friend or foe, it should fill him up quite nicely.

((Sorry for not posting sooner. Rehearsal has crazy hours. 9 to 10!))

As soon as Katherine neared the smells, the sounds of footsteps stopped. She cursed quite loudly under her breath and glared into the darkness that surrounded the area away from the sidewalk. Faintly, she knew someone, or something had gone out into the sand to evade her, but she wasn't an idiot. Going out alone, expecially in the desert, was like sucicide, and she'd like to stay alive for as long as possible. Slowling turning away from the sand, Kat's head swiveled around as she surveyed the area, before slowly continueing walking, straight towards the main road. Sometimes vamps liked to hang around the 'Welcome to Ataraxia' and mark out the population count.
They found it humourous, Katherine just waned to kill them for it.
Brushing a piece of stray hair out of her face, the tingles got more and more intense as she neared the sign, until she suddenly stopped, as did the tingles. It's not like they were full-proof, sometimes the stupid things couldn't tell a human from a vamp, even when she knew that person was human. Finally, pocketing her stake and keeping a hand on her hidden dagger, she stepped forward again and called out, "Who's there?"

)Was that addressed to Pheonix or something else?(

{Doesn't matter. It was just a 'post'. XD I figured a couple people wanted to get their characters going, so what's better than a hunter offering herself up on a nice silver platter? xD}

)K. :3(

Pheonix walked out of the shadows, and leaned against the the rusted wooden sign. His tiger-gem orange eyes glinted. "A friend." The vampire replied, and then started to pull one had out of the pocket with the matches. "You don't give many fledges a chance, do you. At first sight you just run up and stab them. I tried it once, stabbing those cemetery buggars, but- it doesn't give them same satisfactory pride as killing prey..." Lockhart explained, looking up to the moon, then back down at the hunter with a semi-predatory smile.

Catrina caught many different scents at once, a couple of humans, a couple vampires. Her thin lips spread into a sly smile as she followed the scent of one of the human's. Finally spotting her, she smiled brightly at the girl as she patrolled the sidewalks and roads, all deserted.. Of human life, that is.

Catrina darted forward, appearing behind the girl, smiling coyly. "Hi, there." Catrina greeted her, wiggling her fingers almost mockingly. Her eyes darted to the stake in the girls hand and back to her face. "That stake is dangerous to carry around, you know, you might poke someone through the heart or something and wouldn't that be a shame?"

Linsy strolled down the empty, silent street, her foot prints leaving faint marks in the dusty yellowing concrete. She stretched her arms out, then dropped them almost instantly when she heard a deep voice. She pulled out her precious stake, rubbing her thumb on the wood, which was smoothed down by her constantly doing this for luck. The Hunter had found her special stake in her father's own office, engraved in it was her name. "Linell" wasn't visable anymore, since she had scratched it away out of grief. She lifted her head, snapping out of the moment quickly.

Linsy turned the corner toward the Ataraxia population sign, her eyes focusing carefully on the people standing near it. She rubbed her stake instictivly, her mouth turning up into a slight smirk. She identified a male vampire and then Katherine, one of the council members. She pressed her hands against the cold brick wall, watching them curiously. If another bloodsucker appeared she'd likely help. Lin turned, now leaning against the wall. She focused on the desert before her, seeming like it never ended. Somehow the sand was like the population of vampires, impossible to count. Her town was so small and their were millons of other, stronger vampires in the world. She had thought about leaving, but every time she tried her heart always felt that famaliar tug, that'd she be leaving something important behind. Suddenly Linsy heard a voice. Another vampire. She turned, raising an eyebrow. Apparently teh girl was talking to her.
Funny.

Katherine's senses wouldn't make up their mind. She got the tingles, and then they dissapeared, only to reappear a moment later. Her eyes narrowed as soon as the other person, vampire or not, started to speak. He was creepy, she decided, way to creepy to be a human. Slowly but surely, she pulled out her dagger and fingered the blade, not daring to catch skin on it and accidentally cut herself, but she'd done this a lot. It was agonizing to the fledges when she was talking idly with them, they'd wait for her to slip and for her blood to spill, but it'd yet to happen. "Friend..." Kat let the word roll off her tongue as she gave a slight smirk, "British?" She asked suddenly, hearing what she thought might be a slight accent, "British... Lurking around at night... Say, you wouldn't be... oh, I dunno, a vampire would you?" She asked sarcastically, running the pad of her thumb over the blade. Then finally deciding to answer his question, "No, I don't get them a chance. They don't deserve one. They are no longer human, just dead... things," She hissed, "And there is no 'stabbing' involved," Katherine waved her dagger in the air, "It's called 'staking', with how old you must be, I'm sure you haven't caught up with the new lingo. This is a knife..." She drawled slowly, a smile on her features, "And this is me decapitating you with it!" Leaping forwards, Katherine struck out at the vampire with lightning speed, hoping she wouldn't miss.
'Cause that'd really suck.

Pheonix lunged sideways before she struck, and landed on his knees. Out of coincedince, he was exactly her height in this position. "Russian, by the way." He smirked. "Has my accent really faded that much? Hm. I guess that's what I get after three-hundered years." He added. "And your decapitation skills are poor...' The creature taunted. "I would have gotten closer, decieved them into thinking I was unprepared, and then attack." Pheonix's red hair shown brightly in the full moon, and a single strand drooped about his left eye.

Katherine landed opposite of him, rocking backwards on her legs and almost sending her to the ground. At least from this place he was her height. "Sheesh, you pumping steriods?" She growled, getting her footting and glaring at him, "I don't need pointers from someone who should already be dead..." Kat paused for a minute, "Dead-dead, not dead as in dead you are now..." She shook her head roughly, "You need to be dust in the wind, and I intend to give you that pleasure." Leaping forwards again, she aimed to tackle the Russian vampire but was way off her mark and landed in the dirt about a foot away from where he was on his knees. She tried to get up, but the dagger in her hand had fallen to her side and she'd scraped her hands badly on the asfault. They hurt like a big dog and were already starting to bleed, "Oh crap."

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