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Silver moonlight cascaded upon the small town of Villa Park, casting shadows everywhere. It was a simple town, as most were. There was a small school along with a playground, a small grassy park embracing a glistening pond, a street corner cafe, apartment buildings, innocent looking ranch houses, typical suburban city surroundings.
A young girl, who looked to be somewhere in her teens, was running down the cold pavement of a seemingly empty street within this quiet town. Her crimson eyes were wide with fear, while her heart pounded and pounded, threatening to burst clear out of her ribcage, which could clearly be seen beneath her pallid skin had her black turtleneck sweater not been covering it. The silver moonlight illuminated her pale flesh, making it look even paler then ever. These appearances, however, were not a result of the young woman wanting to fit in with the latest “skinny as a rail” and almost transparent flesh fashion trends. This was a result of the young woman living on the streets, lurking through the night and never seeing the sun properly for fear of being seen by humans, finding scraps of food and eating them when she could.
As she ran across the pavement some of her waist-length, coal black hair flew into her face, shading one of her dark eyes. Her lips were pale and thin, her figure slender, looking as if it could easily be snapped in two from lack of food. The rest of her clothing consisted of dark blue jeans, heavy black boots, and a black, full-length leather trench coat, all of which was stolen or luckily found in the trash.
Some would say she looked almost like a human girl, but she was far from it. She wasn't even really alive. This woman was nothing more than an empty shell that drifted, dwelling in streets and alleys, struggling to live the undead, soulless life; the life of the eternally damned.
She clutched her left shoulder with her right hand, blood seeping between her fingertips, dripping onto the street as she ran. She looked about frantically, yelping as one of her heavy boots landed the wrong way upon the pavement and she went sprawling face-first into the ground.
A burst of laughter was heard. An insane, blood curling cackle, from the man closing in on the fallen girl. Shaggy, jet-black hair was wildly flung about his face, covering parts of those haunting, chartreuse eyes. A cruel, wicked smile was curled upon his full lips, carefully painted black. Those lime-green tinted eyes lined heavily with black eyeliner scanned his prey, his claws, decorated expertly by a black sharpie marker, itching to dig into that pale, tender flesh. His bare chest rose and fell with each shaking breath, his well-toned body frame only half covered by black baggy pants, with a suggestive pair of handcuffs strapped to each hip and many silver buckles seemingly randomly placed about the dark material.
The man cackled again to himself, keeping black dragon-like wings tucked tightly to his back as he flung himself on the girl, pinning her down. Behind him, swishing about excitedly, was his matching black tail, with a sharp, spade-like end to it. "Try and pickpocket me, will ya' girly?" the demon snarled, laughing, his eyes gleaming with amusement at her fear and rage at her attempted attack. The woman struggled against his hold, flaring her own large coal black dragon wings in attempt to push herself up and throw him off. The demon only laughed again, slamming her back down, a loud crack sounding as the back of the woman’s skull collided with the pavement. “What makes ya’ think a half-breed like yourself could outrun a full blood like me? Eh girly?” He snarled into her ear, digging his claws deeper into her flesh.
The young woman bit back a howl of pain, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction of knowing of hurting her. Her eyes narrowed in a glare up at the demon as she struggled, managing to get a wrist free of his grip and slugging him across his face as hard as she could, making him curse and hold his nose. “Ya’ little wench!” the demon snarled, whipping the bloodied back of his hand against her face in retaliation. The woman bit her lip again, cursing silently. This was going to be harder than she thought.


SeraphymWolfYang:

Name: Esme
Age: she looks 17 but she can't age
Eyes: blue as the sky and they glow.
Hair: chestnut borwn with red and blonde highlights.
Skin: emo pale
Clothes: black cloak with hood, black and blue trip pants (I love those) black boots and a medevil corset with fishnet top over it under the cloak.
Species: (Ok I made this one up) SHe's whats called a Forsaken; people who's soul was fading from their body are possesed by spirits of those who have passed on. They still have what was left of their human soul, but now they have to soul of, well of a dead person. They take on some of the habbits of that person, but they still have their own habbits. They can't remeber their human memories, and they crave soul energy becasue theirs is fading. Basically they're soul vampires. Also, they get black circles around their eyes, almost as if they put on too much eyeliner and masquara and smdged it, as well as naturally black lips and nails.
Bio: After fainting in the halls of Chilingham castle, she was possesed by one of the spirits there, the spirit wasn't evil, but had died their none-the-less. SHe woke up alone and confused and now can only find acceptance in any place haunted by ghosts.

Jamie was idly wondering on top of high buildings kicking a black and white football, he stretched his vampire wings and waged his werewolf tale, eventually he got bored of the ball and kickied it hard the ball going into someone's window, he smirked proudly at that.
The Hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf wore black worn out denim, black leather belt with a gold chain, he wore blood red tanktop, a gold chain and a pendant with a symbol on it. He also had various tattoos of celtic patterns. His hair was blacker than his trousers and his eyes weren't far off and he had a slight goatie growing on his face.
During his travel his ears picked up some disturbances he followed the noicce slowly at first then his pace quickened when he realised it was serious, he looked down from his position on the roof, to see two girls and a demon male.
He grinned, finally finding a fight, he jumped down from the tall building and landed without a scratch.

"Hello there" he said politely his Liverpublian accent noticeable "Anything I can do to assist anyone?"