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When darkness falls, anything can happen...especially when you're in a caslte filled with vampires, nekos, and some confused humans as well. Will you try to escape, make friends, or will you fall in love with a human, vampire, or neko? The decision is yours.

Rules:

1.no god-modding
2. keep it PG-13
3.you can not burn anything down ( although you can set things on fire xp )
4. have fun and post your profiles here

(My profile as an example)

name: Opheilia Dark
race: vampire/neko
age: 238 (looks 16 though)
bio: she has been here ever since Alexander (the head vampire in the castle) attacked her while she was walking at night around her family's mansion
other: she is skilled with the two specially designed magnums she keeps with her and she is also skilled with spells
appearance:

name: Shadow
race: Demon/vampire
age: 457 (looks 17 though)
bio: ones the king of all demons until his older brother over threw him and sent him to earth to spend all of eternity...
other: master with swords and can summen 2 dragons to protect him
appearance:

((sure, but gimme some time to upload an appropriate image. ^_^ ))

Name: Celin Clearston
Race: Half-Satyr Human
Age: 19
Bio: Celin came from a long line of German nobles, who had marriage relations to several vampiric clans. his mother, a daughter of the Clearston clan, had spent a night with a Satyr who had made himself appear as a stunning gentleman and seduced her. Celin was born and hidden from the main family, as a shamefull b*****d son. he is not considered a noble, nor directly part of the Clearston Bloodline.
Appearance: 5'9", brown hair, bright brown eyes with silver streaks, pale skin with a bluish tint in it. his teeth are slightly fanged, but barely, and his hair is dreadlocking. he is very boney and lithe.
Other: Celin is skilled in fencing and longsword use, as well as with semi-automatic and automtic pistol guns. he keeps a celtic longsword on him at all times, as well as a semi-automatic colt pistol as a secondary weapon, and an 8-inch spring-loaded knife. he is skilled at the use of spells, and requires soul-energy to maintain his stamina, almost like a vampire or succubus.

Image: ((not uploaded yet.))

Ophelia stood swiftly and ran down the stairs to open the heavey doors. Marcus stepped out of the shadows to help her, stepping back when he recieved a harsh glare. "This one is ine." She hissed. The doors creaked open and she spotted a very thin boy on the steps. "Please come in, welcome to Alexander's mansion." Ophelia murmured, smelling the alcohol on him.

Celin's eyes widened at the sudden sight, and he blinked a few times over the apparent confrontation, which he could only assume was about whether to allow him inside. when offered entrance, he hurriedly sliped in out of teh rain. "thankyou dear" he said, in a sort of mumbled grunt. he looked around, admiring the sze of th ebuilding, and it's old victorian look, it's gothique level of cleanliness. "beautifull place.." he practically whispered, a small smile of apreciation fixed on his face. he turned to the girl who ad let him inside, and couldn't help but to give her an up-and-down examination. he settled on her eyes. "you are very kind, i realy hate thunderstorms...and you as well sir, thank you" he said, turning to the man. "Alexander was it? this is your house?" he bowed to them both. despite he was drunk, Celin was still polite and coherent.

"wow, you guys are relay great! thank you so much, i'm so greatfull!" he announced with a big winning smile. he followed Marcus to the bedroom suite and opened the wardrobe, examining the clothes. when Marcus left he picked out an old-fashioned tailcoat for fun, and a fidora for real class. he put his wet clothes in a bag and carried them downstairs with him.

"what did you have in mind for dinner?" he asked, not thinking about how lat eit was or the possibility that they may have already eaten. or anything else for that matter.

she stumbled in from the cold downpour, her cloths sopping wet and her ears sticking to her head. As she walked in a trace of mud fallowed her footsteps. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness as she scanned the area.

"oh my..." Celin said, his own voice purring a little now, and grinned. "is that right? i've already lovely ladies staking claims on me?" he followed the dark-haired girl to where the food was. "if i'm not mistaken yu are all treating me like prey. i recognize that tone, and that predatory look. i've come from a family with similar behaviors." he was curiously looking around at everything, not focusing on anything.