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Sharp crimson eyes peirced the dark hallway. It seemed to be moving foreward, and from the shade due to lack of lamps on that particular side of the manor, Foi Rosenoir appeared ghostly when small sconces did occur along her path. The manor was completely different from the one she had grown so firmiliar with. It was unnerving to her on some lengths, but she had done well to contain this to herself. To a human, she would be a lone pale woman, stalker of the night. To a shaman, she would not be alone in her traversing of the walkways to the ballroom. A glowing, radiant figure of her former life: An innocent, fair haired maiden of the olden days of France hung idly by her side. Foi can not see her former self, bound to her as a spirit, and none of the residents had told her of this partner.

Entering the ballroom, she saw the decorating was underway by lowly jiang-sei. Black, silver, and red feathers were everywhere, old regal black laquer tables were set out on each west and south side. Small tables with simple white cloth were set out on all corners of the room and made an odd shaped star in the middle, large enough for dancing. The Masquerade would take place sooner or later, when the other shamans that were invited to stay and fight (and possibly die) at the hands of the lovely mistresses of this manor. For the most part, she was an outsider. But in realization.. she had realized something. Her entire story from the begining of being sired was a masquerade in vague terms. Gradually coming to one of the chairs, she sat down gracefully and crossed her legs. This was not seen due to the large bell of the authentic white, black laced victorian dress she wore. Her hair was tied up in a simple style with a black ribbon where a white and a red feather stuck out. The black cloak she wore covered everything but the humongous bottom of the dress, and most of her face was covered as well despite her searing, predatorial eyes. She did not wear her mask yet. Yet but only soon. Yes, soon.

Elaina watched her grandaughter from the top of the stair way, she smiled softly, she to had pale skin but a little bit more color, she wore her short black hair in a simple wave, her icey blue eyes scaned the ballroom making sure everything ran smoothly, she wore an elegant straless black gown that had a red line around the hips and the flaired out below, she also wore black dancing slippers, siver dangiling earrings, and a dark blue sapphire adorned her, she couldn't wait to make her grand entrance.

"If you think... I would be a good.. door greeter." ("Welcome to Wal-Mart, get your !@#* and get out!!!" Lol.) Foi's lips pursed after she said this, her spirit lingered over next to her side as she left the room.

Stepping out the front doors a couple of minutes later, she decided to go find a weapon to suit her duty. She had known of a hidden cellar toward the back of the manor that held all sorts of goodies. She had happened upon it days ago, but had never told Rose.

When she came back from the cellar she was grasping onto a long scythe blade, its rod a sleek black with one red crystal infused into it's base. Grinning widely, she stood at the head of the door, staring foreward into the distance for their visitors.

Name: Shuz

Age: 15

Title: Shaman

Ghost Partner: R.

Personality: Shuz=Calm, quiet, kind, compassionate, and thoughtful. Slow to respond because she is always thinking or daydreaming.

R.= Total opposite of Shuz in many ways. He is angry and bitter all the time, lashing out at anyone irrationally except Shuz. Only Shuz can calm him.

Abilities:Shuz is skilled with the spear, Empathy (ability to feel someone elses feelings)

Bio:Shuz is a wandering shaman who travels around helping anyone in need. R. is an angel fallen from holiness because he was determined to wipe out all sinners before giving them a chance to redeem and didn't listen to god...so he's stuck with Shuz...and is trying to change and be more compassionate.

(more later)

Shuz walked slowly through the twisted, dark forest. She merely brushed aside the sharp branches as they clung to her. A small, forboding feeling welled up inside. It's almost like they want me to turn around, she thought. She stopped in the middle of the path and stared at the knarled root that was clinging to her pants.

Far behind R. floated along, passing through all the tree branches, a hard, unfeeling look was slowly forming on his face. " Lady Shuz, How much longer must we go? I'm getting impatient." he whined. He saw her staring at her boot, a perplexed yet peacful look in her eyes. His expression softened. "Lady Shuz...?"
She stirred from her trance and continued on...only to stop again.

" Look, R...." She said slowly. Her arm slowly raised, her finger pointing to the horizon. R. hastily floated to her side. A large, gothic mansion stood stonily; a giant of beauty and fear.

"This must be the place".