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Name: Joseph Winters

Aliases/ Nicknames: Joey Frost

Race: Human: nothing special, just human.

Age: 23

Eyes: Ironically, Icy blue

Hair: blond

Height: 6' even

Weight: 120LBS

Physical Description: Average build, short spiked hair, goatee, single golden earring on each ear and a tattoo of an azure blue snowflake on his neck. Also has a tattoo of the suit range of cards (spade, club, diamond, heart) on his left arm and the face cards (jack, queen, king, ace) on his right arm.

Hunter Type: Guardian

Weapons: Twin .45s which he calls Lady Luck and Death card. Twin katanas which he's named Double down and Split, two Ruger P89T-10 semi-auto .9mm centerfire pistols; complete with Holy, Silver and Sulfurous tracer rounds.

Special Accessories: None

Clothing: Pitch black bushman jacket worn open to expose a red t-shirt which covers a flak jacket. Wears faded black jeans and combat boots as well.

Skills: Frost is an extremely talented strategist and marksmen, up to the point where he is able to ricochet gunshots.

Abilities: Has the inane ability to read people; tell their faults, tell when their lying, etc. Has an extremely well trained sense of memory for tiny little details.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Frost only hunts what he's contracted to hunt, not caring what race the target may be. He also hunts those who may have wronged him or his fellow hunters.

Personality: Frost is an incessant gambler and sees fighting as a high stakes game. He's not easy to get along with, and he's not one to usually try. He's not fond of any of the immortals, though he holds no particular grudge against any certain race.

Biography/History: Frost's parents died when he was just a little child. They were killed in a random vampire feeding in London, but he was too young to remember them. When the tragic event occurred, a family friend who had a knack for gambling took him in. The man acted like a father figure towards Frost, and he always brought him along on his games, showing frost the tricks of the trade until eventually, frost had surpassed him. After that point, he used frost to play for him, saying he was like his manager and of course Frost let him as a sort of a rent system at the age of 18. one year later, frost got into a game where the loser wasn't too happy, and wouldn't pay up. The night after, a murder investigation started up, where frost was the main suspect. Through an interesting turn of events, the case of his parents' death resurfaced, and the man whom Frost knew as a father figure was found as the murderer. Frost was appalled, how could the man he held as dear kill the only two things he had when he was a child? All the signs were there; he never went out in the day, he was as pale white as anything, his teeth always shone particularly whenever he smiled. Frost was blind to the true world while under this man's care, but then he was forced to go straight into it, alone and oblivious to all but one thing.....the immortals are very real. All he knew for the past five years was gambling, and what the limits and powers which the immortals possess. Two years ago, he traveled to New York to join Haven in order to find a home with those who share his knowledge of the immortals.

Name: Scott Richard O’Connor II

Aliases/ Nicknames: The Slayer

Race: Altered Human

Age: 23

Eyes: Green (and hidden behind his sunglasses)

Hair: Blonde

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 200 Lbs.

Physical Description: Scott O’Connor is an intimidating sight. He stands almost a head taller than most men. He has a square jaw and set features. His blonde hair is cut short in a crew-cut. His eyes aren’t visible through his sunglasses. His shoulders are wide, and his chest is sculpted, that much is visible through his black t-shirt. Despite the aura of menace that seems to radiate from him, he is one of those hard to remember people.

Hunter Type: Slayer/Zealot

Weapons: A katana with a thin vein of silver running through it. Colt M1911 A1 Loaded with Silver jacketed Panther claw .45 ACP rounds; S&W M29 .44 Magnum; Mossberg M300. 12 Gauge 00 Buckshot. He carries 6 shells of silvered SCMTR ammunition.

Special Accessories: Mirrored sunglasses to help his sensitive eyesight.

Clothing: Black BDU bottoms. A black, red, or white cotton T-Shirt with some witty saying on it. A worn in red leather duster, reinforced and patched up multiple times. (It has been salved with holy oils.)

Skills: marksmanship, a strategist, a skilled swordsman. Plenty of experience fighting denizens of evil

Abilities: Accelerated healing, the ability to see in darkness like the creatures he hunts. He can sense when evil is near.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Primarily Lycans; he has extensive experience hunting all three though. He has the ability to bless the sword he is wield

Personality: A cynical optimist. Scott is abrasive and unyielding, earning himself many enemies among his allies. To his friends, however, he is fiercely loyal, and his friends are loyal to him.

Biography/History: Scott led a semi-normal life as a plain-clothes officer in the LAPD. That was, until he found himself on the wrong end of a brawl between a lycan and a vampire. Scott flashed his badge and attempted to break up the tavern brawl as was required of his duties. Mauled by both, and left to die, Scott was found by a Hunter mage and taken to the nearest safe house. Luckily for Scott, the mage that found him was Franklin Adams, one of the foremost researchers for the cause. Frank was able to save Scott from death and transformation, but the poison had run its coarse through his body. In his opinion, the thing that saved him from a fate of an eternal stupor was god himself. He claims that an angel came to him and told him that he had died. God had decreed that Scott was to be a sword against the darkness. In any case, he awoke a week later. He joined the Supernatural Intelligence Network, as corporation dedicated to uniting the different Hunter groups. He became the leader of the top team within a year.
His world crashed down again when a crazed magus single handedly destroyed the SIN complex. Scott survived only because of his regenerative abilities. His teammates were dead, his entire organization was dead. Scott gathered what he could from the toppled building and began his search for the mage. His most recent information has lead him to New York City…

Name: John Berg

Aliases/ Nicknames: Peacekeeper

Race: Human

Age: 23

Eyes: Bright Blue

Hair: Bright Blond

Height: 5" 10´

Weight: 140

Physical Description: http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/v/o/vomicanux/calliope.jpg.html
Also ha a tatoo on his back showing the guardians holding of the swarms of darkness and protecting the innocent.

Hunter Type: Guardian

Weapons: Magnum .45 with scope. Two 1 foot daggers with the uper part sawtrimed.

Special Accessories: Armoredwest under his usuall white T-shirt and brown coat. Dark blue jeans and black boots, steel tipped.

Clothing: He allways wears his armoredwest under his usuall white T-shirt and brown coat. Dark blue jeans and black steel tipped boots.

Skills: Basic skills within the range of marksmanship, knife fighting and medical treatments. Mostly broken bones and stooping wounds from bleeding.

Abilities: He has a strong sence of duty, witch makes him stronger in the fields of withstanding torture. He never gives up.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: All that is a threat to the innocent. Even human.

Personality: He is a serios kind of guy, he rather patrols the streets alone then be part of a group. Very loveing and friendly, thou he may not allways be precived as sutch.

Biography/History: He grew up in Sweden and joined the Hunters ranks there but was later transfered to the states.
During his time growing up he joined the army, as one have to in Sweden, and did his time there with no real intrest.
He later saw his gilrfriend torn to pieces by what he thought was his best friend. He later lurned that his best friend was a vampyre, and so he killed him.
That is when he started having a drinking problem.
Soon after that he was contacted by a Hunter and put throu basic training and there after joined their ranks as a Guardian.
He later earned the nickname of Peacekeeper throu his way of jumping infront of danger to protect others.
He woved never to let anyone getting hurt like that if he could do anything about it.
His paretns are both still alive, but they shun him a litle because of his drinking habits and his choise to move to the states.
They do not know about the Hunters.

Name:Kiriyama Kuzo

Aliases/ Nicknames:Red Devil

Race:Vampire/Daywalker

Age:20

Eyes:Black

Hair biggrin ark Red

Height:6'4

Weight:115

Physical Description:Although skinny, Kiriyama is muscular.His entire back is covered with scars. His hair is long and messy.His skin is still very smooth and youthfull.



Hunter Type:Martyrs

Weapons: UZI submachine gun he's had since he started his gang. Also carries a short sword that his father gave him.

Special Accessories:Kiriyama always weres a silver collar on his neck.And his wedding

Clothing:Living off the streets Kiriyama always wears his school uniform he wore when he attended a Japanese High School. It's a dark blue jacket and pants with a white under shirt.He wears a bullet proof vest at all times under it.

Skills:Kiriyama is a dead eye when it comes to guns and very skillfull when it comes to blades.

Abilities:Kiriyama is very athletic and fast.He is also very strong.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt:Kiriyama hunts all races and will even ocassionaly go after humans.

Personality:Kiriyama is a loose cannon. He is very hard to read and can look calm one moment and go crazy the next. He has a very short fuse and gets angry very easily. But he never shows his anger.Instead,he simply smiles.He tends to be a flirt also to satisfy his vampiric desire for women.

Biography/History:Kiriyama has and always will be a man of the shadows. As a child Kiriyama was born into a rich family. But as he grew up he showed his parants he was.....different. He always was quiet and had every person he went to school with fearing him in no time flat. He got very high marks in all his classes and seamed like your average honor student. Till one day, he met a bully. Three of them actually. They were all ganging up on one boy as he was playing his violin. He walked up to all three of them and told them to shut up.They attacked him and he was able to take all three of them down single handedly.The boy he saved that day was a bully himself.He started ti teach Kiriyama how to steal and bully others.

By the time he was 16, Kiriyama had already robbed 12 stores dry,had his own gang, and banged just about every girl in his school. But he never showed any thrill in stealing. He never even showed emotion when he was with a girl. He always stayed silent. When he was 17, as he was driving with his parants to there house they were in a terrible car crash. Both his mother and father were killed and Kiriyama was hospitalized for two months. When he returned he was a changed person. He began to beat up his fellow classmates for no reason and treated his gang like crap. His life took another turn for the worse. One day after beating up on a girl who had bumped. He was attacked by the same girl.She revealed she was a vampire and bit his neck turing him into one.She told him he would always suffer from the eternal bloodlust that she had.But even after hearing this.......Kiriyama smiled."Good." was all he said as he attacked her and killed her.After that day he ran the school with an iron fist and killed half the students that atteneded.Suddenly one the day he turned twenty Kiriyama went to his gang and told them he was leaving to New York. He gave them a farwell present.........Death. After slaughtering his old gang he arrived in New York were he started trouble again. On his first day in the city he robbed a cafe' only to be stopped by a Lycan.He was left half dead in an ally and smiled."Looks like theres more to this city then I thought."He said to himself."If Im ever gonna have fun here I got to help exterminate these creaures."It was then he heard of the Hunters.He smiled at hearing of what they did."Heh.....I can kill for fun with them."Was all he said.

Hisory with the Hunter's:After only a day with being with the hunter's Kiriyama found himself being quickly hated by alot of the hunter's due to his attitude twards them and his dissrespect for there fallen friend. Howevere after ajusting himself abit he began to make some friends at least. He didnt know why he needed to though since he liked being alone .......or so he thought. After ajusting himself to the hunters he met with one hunter in particular that has changed him.Her name is Skiaska. And he is currently her lover.

After a while of being together he ended up marrying her.

Kiriyama has also been on the bad side of the co-leader Krii'Ouse, who he hates just as Krii'Ouse hates him. But due to Kiriyama and Skiaska getting married and adopting a child he has put aside his hate for Krii'Ouse. Now he sees Krii'Ouse not as an enemy, but as a rival.

Name: Sabina Sten (her last name means Stone)

Aliases/ Nicknames: "Liquid Velvet", Stone

Race: Altered Human

Age: 19 years

Eyes: A ruby red color laced in thick black eyelashes.

Hair: A golden blonde color falling past her back.

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 116 lbs.

Physical Description: PICTURE
Sabina has a tattoo in the small of her back of Hello Kitty with just the head and red bow on top only the size of can's top. Badass to the eye, but still a child at heart.

Hunter Type: Guardian

Weapons: Sabina usually carries around her twin set of Raptor Claws and her trusty Browning Hi-Power with a variaty of magazines. The magazine clips include silvernitrate, 'liquid sunlight', and your everyday bullets.

Special Accessories: Nothing too special above what she wears other than her black, leather thigh holister which holders her Browning, the clips, and a few vials of Holy water. As for the Raptor Claws, they stay tucked away under her shirt in sheaths connected to her bra. Who would ever thing to look there for a pair of blades?

Clothing: When dressed for a planned fight, you can see Sabina dressed to the nines in leather. From her steel-toed black leather boots to her strappy colar, Sabina wears her leather like a silk cat suit. The boots she wears resemble combat boots with a few extra silver buckled straps that end about half way up her calves to go into a one piece leather suit. The leather suit has a few buckles added just as the boots with her thigh holiser ontop. Coming up her abdomin is a thicker leather that covers her completely to the neck with a belted colar at the top. You needn't have an open spot for someone to get a meal out of. Over her arms is the same as that which covers her legs as the leather runs from her colar bone to the end of the wrist only letting her hands show. As for her long hair, it's usually french braided close to the scalp and it trails down just below her tailbone.

As for all other times, you can see her in one of her old pleated school skirts, of any color, to be topped with a regular tee or a sweater depending on the weather. Sabina's feet are usually with socks in a pair of black flats or just in her steel-toed boots. Lucky, the skirts she have end just past mid-thigh and that's just long enough to cover the thigh holister. Always be prepared, especially if you don't have the best of luck.

Skills: Highly skilled in the art of Jeet Kune Do, Sabina is currently enrolled in the School of Fighting Arts and is hoping to graduate at a Master level in Jeet Kune Do by the time she is 21. Ontop of being a good fighter, she has a few medical skills, but nothing much and the same goes to being a strategist. Some knowledge is better than nothing.

Abilities: Sabina isn't very strong but incredibly fast, but she has her moments. Smarts is more or less her field as well as having a good sense for things; being sneaky and quiet isn't everything if the person already knows you're there.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: She hunts all of the races, but isn't skilled to the degree she is for slaying vampires. The only times she'll go off for something other than a vamp is when with a team or on surprise, can't help it if you don't have the option to get out.

Personality: If someone else were to describe Sabina it would more or less lie on the lines of being the girl next door type or just average. Sabina is known for being bright and cheery with a little strange side inside her, but is usually upbeat, even in a fight. She likes to be whitty, even if it doesn't always work and she also tries to be funny, which dies quickly. Most people see her jokes as either too crude or just too far out of the box, but it never hurts to try sometimes.

Biography/History: Like any blonde haired, blue eyed girl, she is of Scandinavian blood and is more importantly Finnish. After a few years of living in Finland, her father and her late mother moved off to Sweden where she found interest in the art of fighting and watching Bruce Lee movies. At age 16 she was given the oppertunity to train in the School of Fighting Arts in New York City, where Sabina and her family, again, packed up and moved. The School of Fighting Arts also provided a few classes that were offered in a regular high school and she completed her achidemic education there where she had been on the competion team for fighting as well as chess. Sabina tried to go for the hockey team they provided, but not being a strong skater kept her from making the team which would sadden any Fin. After leaving a good game of watching the New York Rangers, Sabina and her mother, Ingrid, started off and headed home. By this time she was 17 and almost identical to her mother, but her mother was had the type of awing beauty that left you breathless, Sabina was just someone you would note down as pretty and maybe remember her face. Walking down alley ways is always a bad thing to do, especially at night, but being as blonde as can be, Sabina and Ingrid walked down there to make a short-cut. This walk of theirs didn't end up as a short-cut unless you were adding a shortage of blood to that note.

Just after one of Ingrid's side-splitting jokes, a few men all dressed in black walked down the alley-way. Truly, one would think someone told them to walk down there. With a quick snatch and grab, one would have thought them just to be kidnappers, wrong. Waking up with a groggy head and her bleeding mother unconscious beside her, Sabina paniced and began to move vibrating hands over her body to come to her neck to see a great tare at the side of it. Sharp tooth marks were left in her skin leaving the impression that something was trying to rip out her jugular. Ripping up her clothing to find a suitable piece of cloth to wrap her mother's neck in, she began to bandage her up to feel no pulse and cold blood leaving her body. She had been dead for some time and the brusing on the bottom of the body was a light purple color to her golden skin. With a wash of horror, tears came to her eyes as she began to scream and wail in Finnish cursing everything that came to mind.

Making a lot of noise wasn't the smartest of ideas for the next event to come was a man in black entered bring people covered in white lab coats to literally drag her mother off as the one in all black came to neal before Sabina. The words were lost to her loud screaming and low comprehension at the time due to her fragile mind of what just happened. The man stood and the last thing she saw before the room of bright lights and white was the bottom of a shoe. Looking from side to side she saw a girl still unconscious beside her with hair of cobalt black as some people of the lab entered and began to toy around with suringes and their whatnots. A large injection was given to her in her three main areas of blood flow, the jugular, the femeal and to the bend of her arm. The next thing she knew she was home without a clue of what happened other than pain and a possible dream. Her father, Tappinan, silent in his room and her mother still not to be found, going to their bathroom she looked into the mirror to see that she hadn't blue eyes any more or a normal pupil for that matter. She gazed into the mirror to see only a pair of ruby eyes to stare back at her.

Later on, the knowlegde of her mother being turned into a little vamp project and her father's great depression due to loosing his only love to 'death' and his only child becoming something that wasn't human anymore. She also found that the girl of colbalt was also a student in the School of Fighting arts, she goes by Sarah and they are both friends, currently. Now as a way to blow off some built up steam, she hunts.

Other: Is tempted easily and is weak for the romantic type. A weakness of hers is when someone (esp. Vampires) reference her mother, Ingrid.

Name: Kevin VanWingerden

Aliases/ Nicknames: Kashkin, Kas the Insane (he never gives out his real name)

Race: Human

Age: 19

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black and very, very straight. It usually hides his eyes, but it never seems to get in his way.

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 141 lbs

Physical Description: Kashkin has a very strong yet slim build, making him very agile. Due to running cross country and track as well as lifting, his body has a lot of energy and kept him in shape. He is ambidextrous, and took Ishinryu karate and other styles of martial arts in order to further hone his body, bringing it to the breaking point. After all, the kill was everything….

Hunter Type: Martyr

Weapons: NOTE: He obviously doesn’t carry these weapons at all times (besides Vizury and Gen). He usually takes the one’s he thinks he needs, along with one other for insurance or a needed escape. After all, a martyr on a mission is deadly. One with the common sense of when to retreat and the guts to do anything to take down a target is even deadlier.

Melee:
Normal Katana x 1
Kusari Gama x 1
Dagger x 2
Tonfa (police nightstick) x 1
Bowstaff x 2


Ranged:
Intratec TEC-9 x1
12 Gauge Shotgun x 1
MAC M10 x1

Special Ranged: Vizury & Gen
Vizury and Gen are heavily customised Colt 1911's. The calibers that Vizury and Gen use are 10X25mm (10mm auto) and .45ACP, obviously for stopping power. Not many people would fancy trying to kill demons with a gun loaded in a weak bullet like 9X19mm (as effective as it is on humans, those damn demons ain't human).

In case you don't know, Gen is a black one and Vizury is a blood-red one.
Gen
Gen has Bo-mar rear sights (usually for long range target shooting), as well as a long spur hammer for one handed cocking (cocking=moving the hammer into the ready to fire position. (charging=chambering a round into the chamber, usually in the same motion as cocking).
Gen also has the normal 1911 long safety lever, and is used by Kashkin for accurate shooting.
Vizury
Vizury has smaller sights (novak or MMC, you probably don't have clue what either are, but this is just for completeness), a shorter tactical safety lever, and a nearly hidded bobbed hammer. Vizury is more used for close range firing, in conjuction with Gen for balancing everything out.
Both wepons sport compensators to reduce felt recoil and muzzle flip in firing, Molded grips, custom slides and frames, special engravings, and extended magazines. Be forwarned, these guns are very accurate and can be shot with amazing speed and neither jam nor get stuck in any way, shape, or form. The bullets, along with the guns themselves, can tear through bulletproof glass, let alone flesh and bone. They are a force to be reckoned with, and they are the only two guns that Kashkin as proclaimed as “…perfected to the point where any other add-ons or tweaks would just be a hindrance.” They are most likely the two deadliest weapons in Kashkin’s arsenal.



Explosives: Various types. He has grenades, flash-bangs (modified to emit 22% replication of sunlight, so it will singe vampires and blind them temporarily, but effectively), other random explosives, and, of course, his favorite being C-12. It’s the stuff that terrorists themselves might use. Well, the line between terrorists and martyrs can be thin at times…..

Special Accessories:
Kevlar vest
Kevlar leg padding

Clothing: Kashkin dresses like a normal person. Blue jeans, a random T-shirt, and of course, his favorite black sweatshirt.

Skills: Kashkin is most definetally a marksman. He can hold his own in melee combat quite effectively, yet when it comes to fighting monsters such as vampires and wearwolves, he uses melee as a last resort, knowing that they are both faster and stronger in many ways. He could shoot a dime from two miles away with a sniper rifle with ease, and he is very strategic, has fast reflexes, and bodily memorizations (meaning he can subconsciously reload his guns due to his body memorizing what to do, having done it so many times).

Abilities: Kashkin is a gunsmith. He specializes in creating, customizing, and upgrading firearms to the point where they go from being kind of harmful to non-humans to deadly. He can customize any gun put in front of him, making it more powerful, adding range to it, or making special kinds of bullets. He also makes his own kinds of guns or explosives, which come in handy in every occasion. He can use any kind of firearm he gets his hands on. Well, there was that one occasion with his feet…..

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Kashkin USUALLY hunts vampires only. He knows who the real hunters are, and who the enemy is and why. He will kill his targets (or attempt to), which are only vampires. He won’t bother werewolves or advanced humans if they don’t bother him. Hey, he actually had one as a drinking buddy once. Figure that? However, due to vampires turning his sister, he forever hates each and every one of them. And giraffes he loathes…... Kashkin hates giraffes…. Hateeee….. Oh, and if his friend is in trouble, he will simply retrieve them and get them away from harm. Whatever they fight is their own problem or issue to deal with.

Personality: Kashkin. Is. Insane. Although he will claim to be absolutely normal. He thinks that in the long run, he is the sane one and that the other people are insane. Simply put, there’s no other way to describe what runs through his mind at all. He is very, very intelligent and can deduce things using common sense and knowledge, yet he acts just the way he thinks. He also tends to play dumb at times. Kashkin could go from being sad to sadistically happy, or some other random emotion. Who knows? His favorite, however, he usually tries to stay happy, and normally succeeds. Well, besides during battles, anyway.

Biography/History: Kashkin was raised by his father and mother (who are still alive today). They own (and have owned) a gun shop since he was first born, henceforth the reason why Kashkin is amazing with guns. His parents were in the hunting business, and decided to let Kashkin, or Kevin, rather, in on the family business. They are above normal wealthy, selling special guns to hunters that pay big bucks.

Not such a strange life. Well, not until his sister was turned and killed.

It all started when he was 14. His sister, Daria (18 years old at the time), was out with Kevin. They were both on their way back from the store when out of nowhere three people dragged them into an ally. Before he knew what was happening, Kevin watched as one of the people bit his sister’s neck. She screamed a silent scream, her face turning pale as all her blood was drained from her body.
She should have died. She did die. Kevin watched and screamed, biting and kicking and flailing, but to no avail. He was then knocked unconscious. When he awoke, it was well into the night, evening gone from view. He saw his sister stand up from the ground, her body pale and fragile. She smiled, her fangs showing where her small canines were. Kevin growled, the other people smiling and laughing.
“You’re next, kid.” said one of the vampires. Kevin was filled with such rage and hate, his mind overflowing with his surroundings.

He snapped.
With a cry of either insanity or pure hatred, Kevin literally charged the man, jumping at him and taking him by surprise. He unleashed a fury of blows (yes, at the age of 14), all aimed at the vampires face. When he heard the others coming up behind him, he fought without any reguard to his own well being. He would kill them all. And he did, too. All but his sister.
“This is amazing, Kev.” She said, looking at her hands again and again, rolling them over as if drinking a magic elixir of life.
She talked to him, trying to convince him to join her right there. However, Kevin declined, leaving her there to her new world and her lust for more power.
He vowed from then on to kill those demons who had turned her sister, along with every other monstrosity that plagued the world or die trying. He wouldn’t ever harm his sister, however. He didn’t have it in him.

Driven by insanity, Kevin gave himself a new name, settled everything with his parents (they would never reveal that they were related to him, yet would call or write to him frequently), and went off on his own, with nothing but a lot of weapons and explosives to aid him.


What Kashkin looks like:


Random quotes: “Woohoo! Spinny chairs are fun!”
“Martyr? You? Hah! Don’t make me laugh. Sure, you’ve got your sad story, and I’ve got mine. Ta’ be bluntly honest, I’ve heard so many that I don’t really care. Use it as your motivation to kill and hunt even more effectively instead of wasting your time standing around and wallowing in your sorrows, looking for attention. Besides, where’s the vampire’s teeth? Or his heart for that matter?”
“A sincerely evil person is more to be feared than a wild beast. A wild beast may wound your body, but an evil person will wound everything all at once, whenever possible, shredding your very being apart. Of course, I would never be sincerely evil. No, not at all…..”