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Alaiden Home For The Supernatural

Alaiden Home For The Supernatural

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Aeronwen Jeansonne [13] "I do not seek. I find."
Natalya McVannah [12] "Sometimes I'd rather be somebody else."
XiaJin, The Djinn [6] "This is going to end badly, Don't say I didn't warn you."
Arturo DeGari [6] Don't get too close, I mean it.
Corruptor Blackheart [5] "Always blame the Vampire.." -sigh-
Alexander Tanik [3] "I'm a vampire. If you didn't want to talk to a blood sucker, you shouldn't have talked to me."
Evanne Jeansonne [3] Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.
Lazarus Steele [3] "If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking."
Faye Branson [2] "It hurts when you want someone you can't have. It hurts even more to lose someone you've once had."
Thea Sardothien [2] You can try to kill me, you can try to corrupt me, you can try to tame me, but no matter what you do to me... I will rise from the ashes again.

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Character Portrait: Evanora Fowler Character Portrait: Corruptor Blackheart Character Portrait: Aeronwen Jeansonne Character Portrait: Natalya McVannah Character Portrait: Thea Sardothien Character Portrait: Kandyl Quinn Character Portrait: Evanne Jeansonne Character Portrait: XiaJin, The Djinn Character Portrait: Lazarus Steele Character Portrait: Alexander Tanik Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari
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ImageAeronwen gazed out the large window in the garden room. She was an early riser and normally up before any of the other beings that took refuge in the house that she and her sister had set up. She sipped a little of green tea as Paschar then came and stood beside her beginning to talk to her. "Well young lady, today is a new day and there are things you must do. What will you do first?" She shook her head then took another sip of tea. "I don't know Paschar. What do you suggest I do?" She inquired then stiffened when she heard someone coming from behind. She turned then her expression lightened. "Good morning. Sleep well?"

[ OOC: I left it open for anyone. Basically it's just another day and we will begin with waking up and such. ]

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Kandyl Quinn
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Kandyl had been awake since 4 am after the nightmares had finally stopped, her head spinning and her body covered in cold sweat as she sighed, taking a hit off her cigarette and staring out the large bay window that showed the tall, dark trees that hid behind the house. She sighed again after taking one more hit, not really caring if smoking here was against the rules since she wasn't a follow the rules type of chick. If someone wanted to yell at her for smoking, she'd probably just shrug and walk away mid sentence.

She slowly sat up in bed, only in her black and white laced underwear and bra as she slowly got up and ran her fingers through her messy blonde hair that fell down almost touching the top of her lips as she took one more hit and then crushed the end into a glass ash tray sitting on her nightstand, her body moving towards the bathroom as she turned on the shower and steam began to pour out of the shower head, the hot water running over her skin after she shed her night clothes.

She never bothered to dry her hair since it dried in the wavy fashion that she liked; her arms moving slowly to put on some black leggings and a baggy plaid red and black shirt that exposed her boney shoulders and prominent collarbone. She then proceeded to lay back down in bed, put in her head phones to jam out to some heavy music, and light another cigarette up. She liked eating alone, and would wait until breakfast time had passed. Besides, she wasn't that hungry yet anyway.

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Natalya McVannah
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Natalya felt the sun glare on her face. Grumbling, she sat up and opened her eyes. Not a good idea. The window was right in front of her, and the sun had just come up. Now in pain, Natalya fell out of bed before attempting to stand up, this time succeeding. In a daze, she threw on some shorts that had popsicles all over them and a thick fluffy sweatshirt. She stretched her arms, legs, and back before heading out her door and exploring the Home.

She had only been here for a few days, so a self-guided tour was definitely in order. She walked up and down the different hallways, changing her appearance each time. In one hallway she would be a redhead, in the next, a cat. She mixed it up, never opening doors, preferring to shrink down to the size of an ant to peer under doorways so that she wouldn't disturb anybody who was sleeping. Once she made it to a room that seemed to put life into the air, she changed back in to herself and opened the door, not sure what she was expecting.

She pushed open the door to see Aeronwen drinking tea. Natalya had talked to her once since her arrival, and could never pronounce her name correctly. "Morning, Aero-Do you mind if I call you that?- I slept very well. You?" Natalya asked the sweet girl sitting in front of her.

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Arturo growl deeply as he rose out of his chair, in which he had spent most of the night and a portion of the early morning. Having dozed of briefly for an hour or two he felt rested enough for the day ahead of him. Putting his book back he rubbed his eyes slowly his sight greeted by his other half, his fingers tracing over the deep scratch marks along the walls. Signs of many nightmares hitting him hard.

His dark formed smirked and spoke, his voice deep like thunder.

"un altro pup insonne notte?"
(Another sleepless night pup?)

Arturo growled deeply looking to the floor before replying.
"Naturalmente, solo brutti ricordi"
(Of course, Just bad memories)

" of course" he mumbled to himself picking up a button shirt and slipping it on leaving the buttons open, running his hands through his hair he huffed out a long breath. Thinking about the day ahead he opened his door, watching the corridor carefully he stepped out closing the door behind him and walking down the corridor. Yet again the voice in the back of his head felt the need to push him this morning.

"Brutti ricordi, decisioni sbagliate, zucchero ricoprirlo tutto gradite. si è ancora bloccato con la consapevolezza che la tua vita e sono morti."
(Bad memories, bad decisions, sugar coat it all you like. you are still stuck with the knowledge that your alive and they are dead.)

Arturo growled loudly lashing his fist out at the identical form of himself. But his fist passed through smashing the wall behind the form. Grunting loudly he held his fist tightly as it healed back to normal. Walking into the kitchen Arturo kept his eyes on the floor as he picked up some fruit for his breakfast as well as a few slices of bread for him to chew on. Pouring a glass of water he sat down his eyes still on the floor as he ate slowly.

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Character Portrait: Aeronwen Jeansonne Character Portrait: Natalya McVannah Character Portrait: Kandyl Quinn Character Portrait: XiaJin, The Djinn Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari
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XiaJin

ImageXiaJin's eyes sprang open as she awoke from another dreamless sleep with the sound of a bang from seemingly a few halls down. She sat up and remember she was not in fact in a bottle but instead on a soft bed, covered in warm comforter. She yawned and threw her Tinkerbell pajama covered legs on the floor, adjusted her matching tank top and stretched.

It felt good to be out, even though she wasn't free. Her master was only on his first wish and his wish was here. To be somewhere safe. To her surprise, they found themselves in this place, filled with creatures like them.

Well more or less.


After a wash and brush, she kept her pajamas on as they were comfortable, and matched her perfectly cropped blue bob of hair and shuffled into the Kitchen were a few had already gathered.
"Ahh, Morning," She offered with a yawn and a stretch, before grabbing and then peeling an orange. She rose a slice to her full lips, her eyes darted around the room with a sleepy gaze. Aeronwen seemed to be in a pleasant mood, Kandyl, whose name she thought was interesting seemed fine, Natayla stroke up an conversation with Aeronwen, and Arturo seemed to be having it rough. No pun intended.

She turned to Arturo.

"Was that you who made that loud bang. Scared the hell out of me." She commented, Xiajin was always good for a conversation, whether you wanted it or not. "Not that I minded, I probably would have slept in if you hadn't." she said, popping another slice of orange into her mouth.

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Image Thea's eyes opened slowly as she heard the movements of people beginning to wake. She sighed softly and closed her eyes again. She had been curled up, book in her lap with a cup of tea by her side on a table when she had passed out in the early morning. She had just arrived here and wanted to know more about the home so she had been reading news articles and books about different species of supernatural beings that she might run into... Her life in China hadn't shown her many of her own kind.

Thea rose slowly from the chair, bones making cracking noises as she stretched out her compressed body. Reminder: Never sleep in that chair again. She yawned and grabbed a hair elastic to throw her hair up after a brief and boiling hot shower. She deemed that her towel wasn't enough to walk around the house with and instead, threw on some underwear, a bra and a housecoat. She shrugged and headed out to face the morning, her empty teacup in her hand.

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Lazarus Steele
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Lazarus heard the patter of feet going by his bedroom as he yawns and stretched his strong arms, one hand running through his shaggy hair and the other laying there limp as he let out a lazy yawn and stretched out his legs. He didn't mind getting up early; and he could feel his stomach growling violently, the overpowering need for food sending his head in a spin as he growled under his breath and was next to his closet in only a few steps across the medium sized bedroom, muscles ripping and bones cracking as he stretched for a minute, letting out a content sigh before rummaging through his closet. He pulled on a pair of jeans and an open jacket, exposing the front of his chest before picking up a pocket watch and glance at the time. It was pretty early, especially for him.

As he made his way down the hall and into the kitchen, bare feet touching cold tile and bright eyes glimmering at the others sitting around eating, he cleared his throat and glanced around the fridge. His lips winced at the sight of fruit and bread, almost making him gag before he grabbed a pack of Salami and a glass of orange juice, leaning up against the counter to start eating slice after slice with a content look on his face. He started observing those who had already sat down, inquiring on their faces and disposition. Most of them were quiet, causing him to raise an eyebrow at the awkward silence in the room before sighing loudly and shoving another piece of salami down his throat.

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Alexander groaned as he woke from his sleep, if you could even call it that. He had just entered his daytime nap, the taste of blood from his last hunt was still there, though it's taste was not delectable. An animal's blood is not valid food for a vampire, apparently, and it tasted even worse considering how he hated the idea of draining his family. Sometimes family has to help out in unpleasant manners, Alexander rationalized, shaking his head.
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He considered returning to his slumber, but in the end, he he had to go outside, even if the daylight would burn him instantly. He then stood up, and looked at his daytime clothing. It was somewhat of a holy garment for Alexander, a gift from his sire before he died. He grabbed his cloak, and threw it on, covering his entire body with a thick black covering, and then strapped on his boots and his face mask. Covered from head to toe, and looking either entirely ridiculous or frightening, Alexander headed out of his dark room, practically snarling, making sure to stay in doors and away from any light.

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In the attic of that large estate, a white lion was harumphing at a pile of pillows and blankets located in the center of the room. He paced back and forth, his voice exceeding any kind of tone that should be spoken inside. At this point it was almost 7 a.m. and Nehgross be damned is she was emerging that early.
"Get up, Evanne."
"No."She just buries herself lower into the blankets atop her large bed.
"GET UP now. You need to practice this Evvy. And if you don't pull your narrow behind out of that bed I will pull you out of there MYSELF.
Evanne merely ignored him until a massive weight plunged itself under the covers, shaking the floor, and pulled her out forcefully. She gave a small yelp as she hit the floor without much grace and glared daggers at the lion now lying on her bed. He looked down awful pleased with himself. He crossed one paw over the other and quirked a barely existent brow.
"Begin"
Evanne grumbled nonsensically and stood, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts and tank top. Her wavy hair looked slightly more "lived in" than she would normally prefer.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Suddenly, her eyes were colored black, and her body went rigid. She had no idea why it took so much energy for her to accomplish it, but it was evident how out of control she was. Her breathing began to quicken as it started from the tattoos at her fingertips and toes. The cold metal slid over her skin and began to travel up her limbs.
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Evanne winced as it reached towards her abdomen and chest, "Nehgross"...
"Calm yourself dear."
Evanne fell to her knees as the the tattoos of her body almost reached out and poured metal all over her abdomen and chest. Once her torso was completely covered, the metal slowly inched it's way up her neck, her breathing became erratic as it slid over her cheeks. It wasn't painful, but the feeling of being completely encased was a feeling she could never accurately describe. Finally, the metal ceased to grow as it covered her eyes. The mirrored surface reflected everything in sight, including Nehgross' smirk.
"Very Good my dear, very good indeed."
Evanne breathed deep as the air rushed into her lungs,and stood. Her skin felt tingly, as if it were asleep. But the only thing that was on her mind now was hunger. Usually she would wait until the metal had slid back into her skin from whence it came, but she was feeling uncharacteristically famished,considering she constantly ate. She opened her door and Nehgross soon followed. As she made her way down the stair, the metal on her feet made clinking noises on the wood. Soon enough she was in the kitchen in all of her metallic glory, already smelling the teas and fruits that made her mouth water, but this morning she, like her companion, was a carnivore. She glanced at the surrounding dining room and wondered where the other inhabitants were, especially her sister, before entering the kitchen, the dragon eating some salami at the entrance. She inclined her head slightly and walked past him. Since she can feel nothing past the metal, she may or may not have bumped his arm, so she gave a small "Excuse me." anyway.
As she entered the large glass paneled kitchen, she went straight to the meat locker and grabbed Nehgross a fresh steak. He quickly devoured it after she tossed it his way and grabbed some bacon for herself. She stepped up to the stove and turned it on, greasing her pan. As the sun light shone through the large glass panels, the metal began to slide to its proper place within her tattoos. By the time it had completely dissipated, she was sitting at the small breakfast table enjoying her bacon and chocolate milk.

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ImageAeronwen smiled at Natalya as she entered. Paschar curled himself onto the couch and Aero sat right beside him. "I slept very well." She replied then Paschar laughed at her because he could see straight through her lie. Truthfully, she hadn't slept at all that night and she had just stayed in the garden room looking out at the distance. She didn't know why but she felt something horrible coming. "So how do you like it here?" She made it her job to make sue everyone was comfortable and happy here, just like her mother wanted for her and her sister.

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Natalya smiled at Aeronwen, responding, "I like it a lot. It's peaceful, and I can change forms randomly without screaming." To prove her point, Natalya jokingly grew a unicorn horn. She winced slightly as the horn broke through her skin. Changing always hurt, even when you've done it a million times.

Continuing, she followed up with, "But when and how did you start this place? It's wonderful." Natalya truly did want to know how this place existed, and why nobody ever bothered inspecting it. It gave Natalya a sense of relief, knowing that no humans were going to find her.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Aeronwen Jeansonne Character Portrait: Natalya McVannah Character Portrait: Thea Sardothien Character Portrait: Evanne Jeansonne Character Portrait: XiaJin, The Djinn Character Portrait: Lazarus Steele Character Portrait: Alexander Tanik Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari
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Arturo looked briefly at XaiJin as she commented about his physical outburst earlier this morning, he gave a glance behind her as Thea, Lazarus, Alexander and Evanne entered in close spaces of time with each other. Did know one sleep in this house? There was certainly a large group of supernaturals who had trouble sleeping.

His gaze then fixed on his other form walking among the others in the kitchen area, his face full of hate and disgust for every single one of them. He looked at Arturo with malice as a knife manifested in his hands, he then began to stab and slice at the individuals in the room blood seeping like black treacle out of the lacerations. Of course none of this was real it was just a projection in his mind that was often replayed in his mind, like a form of toture.

Arturo looked away quickly, but the harsh whisper in his ear stuck in his mind.

"sangue ottenuto nella morte e sangue perso nella vita"
(Blood gained in death and blood lost in life)

Arturo stood up quickly, his elongated nails scrapping on the wood leaving marks in the grain. Leaving the kitchen he walked quickly exiting out of the nearest door into the garden. He breathed deeply relaxing himself his nails shortening back to original length, he walked for a while before sitting down on the cool grass.

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Kandyl sighed as her stomach growled angrily, wanting something to eat. She rolled her eyes as she put out another cigarette and then got up in her bare feet, waiting down the hallway to the kitchen. Maybe it was early enough to wear no one would really be up; that's all she could hope for since she didn't do good in crowds. She turned the corner, flipping her long wavy blonde hair over one of her shoulders before she rounded another corner and stopped as she saw the kitchen was pretty full, her face drooping slightly in disappointed before she sighed and forced herself to make her way onto the tiled floor and across to the fridge.

As a skin walker, she often had cravings for things her favorite animal forms did. She grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge as well as two eggs and fried them up on the frying pan in silence, scrambling them with a black spatula and adding Tabasco sauce at the end before they were the perfect fluffy yellow. Her stomach growled again, and she bit her lip in frustration before scooping the eggs up and taking a seat at the end of the kitchen table, chugging her glass of milk and downing her eggs to make that light headed feeling go away. She took the time to glance around the kitchen for a few moments, not saying anything to anyone but then looked back down at her food.

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Lazarus hadn't really noticed the woman had bumped him until she said excuse me, his eyebrow raising at her and then he shrugged and continued to eat. After he had finished off that pack he went to the cup board, pulling down a bottle of whiskey and pouring him a large shot and the downing it as the burning sensation made his throat a bit raspy. If anyone wanted to tell him it was too early for a drink, he'd probably tell them to go stuff themselves.. but then he looked out the window and decided it was time to go outside and do some laps.

He stretched his muscles. He had heard the house had a workout room but he needed some fresh air; too many scents were clogging his nostrils and distracting his senses, and he needed a cool breeze to flush them out. He left the kitchen then, towering height swerving past the others who were eating, and then making it out one of the side patio doors in a different room. As he stepped outside, his body was slammed with a content temperature and a soft breeze, his hair drifting around before he took off his shirt and draped it over a chair. Then, he began running, his long legs going quite fast as he attempted to pace himself by running laps around the large house to warm himself up and keep his stamina up.

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Corr opened his eyes and stretched. Looking around he realized he was in a bed and not on the streets. Oh, that's right... that djinn chick... He thought to himself as he relaxed for a few minutes, it was soft and comfortable, just how he thought a bed should be. He was tired of hiding himself, he was tired of running away. Sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he'd run his fingers through his hair and smile. He got up, seeing how he slept in his attire anyway, made his way down to where voices were coming from. There had to have been a door leading outside somewhere, maybe these people knew? It was worth a shot anyway.

Opening the door to the kitchen he raised a brow his eyes on everyone. First to catch his attention was XiaJin. He made his way to her, since he wasn't hungry, he had eaten the night before. "Seems your words rang true, you are a Djinn, and you have gotten us here to safety... I thank you." He whispered to her, his eyes on the Unicorn horn protruding from a girls forehead. He stopped and stared at her for a minute, before the urge to smoke started nagging him.

Sometimes it was worse than his craving for blood.

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XiaJin

"Seems your words rang true, you are a Djinn, and you have gotten us here, to safety...I thank you."Corr whispered to her, XiaJin turned her head to him, as his eyes found Natayla.

"You're quite welcome." Xiajin said quietly. "You've got two wishes left, Love" She told him with a light tap to his face.

With Corr being her Master, XiaJin could feel his wants, his needs, desires, and right now, he needed a cigarette.

The thing was, most people thought Djinn could only grant three wishes and their powers were locked until their master said 'I wish', but no, she had cosmic power, and until his three wishes were up, that where completely at his disposal. They had only three life changing wishes. Something like a cigarette was nothing like that.

She opened her hand and inside materialized a cigarette. "Do it outside, if you please." She told him. "The smell is nauseating"

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Natalya gave Aeronwen a smile before making the unicorn horn disappear. Okay, that's enough embarrassing yourself for today, Natalya thought, a bit shy. She stood up, her hair hanging down her back in ugly knots. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and when she opened her eyes, her hair was back in its naturally wavy state. She gave a little smirk, proud of herself for not miserably failing, and strolled over the fridge. With arms swinging casually by her sides, she reached in and grabbed a pear, biting into it the second the fridge door was shut. She leaned against the counter across from the fridge, relaxing a bit. Or at least trying to. The scratch marks were a bit uncomfortable for her tastes.

When she finished, she strode out of the kitchen and up to her room, changing into her clothes and grabbing a book. She walked outside, and sat under a big tree, snuggling into it, attempting to get comfortable (and failing miserably). She instead opted for laying near the tree, and began to lose herself in a world of monsters and heroes and true love.

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ImageAeronwen giggled lightly when the young girl made herself have a unicorn horn. She stifled her laughter and before the girl could make it out of the room, she called after her. "Have a nice day!" She was still worried and when another being wasn't in the room, her face went to a concentrated look. She looked out the window yet again. Something wasn't right and Aeronwen could feel it. She would have to wait until her sister woke up when she could speak with her. She got up once more and then walked to the window then saw the girl that she had been talking to sitting under a tree. She opened the window and spoke. "Natalya. Could you come inside darling? I believe there is a storm coming." She wasn't exactly lying because it could be a storm of bad events or a literal storm but she wanted to keep her residents safe.

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It's okay, you can do this. They are just like you, just.. just knock on the door. She focused on her encouraging thoughts, trying to bring the false reality of her confidence to life. Although it hadn't worked before, maybe it would this time? She climbed the steps half heartedly, and knocked on the door with power that shocked herself. She stepped back and waited, but the door never opened. Please don't make me do this again! She pleaded for anything to cause that door to open silently, so she could slip away unnoticed. But of course not. Faye put her brown leather suitcase in her right hand, and reached toward the doorknob slowly. Moment of truth, all or nothing! The door opened easily, but of course, it hit some specific point and decided to drawl out a long creaking racket that Faye knew would catch any and all attention.

Silence. That's what Faye heard as she pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen adjacent from the entrance. She froze where she stood, drowning in the pool of curious eyes directed toward her. Everyone seemed normal, except they all had this grimace on their faces, as if they secretly hated each other. Or maybe they just hated her. Either way, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Hi, I'm Faye Branson. The new girl."

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Natalya looked up from her book, shouting a yes back at Aeronwen as she picked up her book. Heading inside, she walked into the kitchen, smiling at Aeronwen on the way. She walked a couple of yards down the hallway before plopping down on the ground with a thump. She winced, but took out her book regardless.

She leaned back against the stiff board for a few moments before standing up again. She cracked her neck, and started to walk back to her room, glancing out of the windows. Natalya wished, no she longed to be outside, but Aeronwen knew best, and she wasn't about to go disobeying the person who gave her a home and food.

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Tristan sat up from his quite relaxation to the sound and feeling of something...standing up he sniffed deeply, then rapidly trying to clench the scent. But he couldn't grasp it all growling deeply to himself he resisted the urge to shift into his wolf form where his scent was better. You could never tell who was watching.

He walked around the grounds, stopping briefly to check the surrounding something wasn't right. Growling loudly again he walked around the outside to the house.

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The silence, scratched at her. Slowly, she bagan backing her way out of the kitchen. Then she noticed a young girl walking down a long hall, looking sad. Faye wanted to speak up and ask what was bothering her, but felt that she was in no opposition to start friendly conversation.Image She suddenly felt a desperate need for fresh air. She ran out the front door and dropped her bag on the porch.

Faye was hyperventilating, but the fresh air took her in with open arms. She paced back and forth, trying to mentally prepare herself for another awkward confrontation. She hated having to meet people, her entire life she had been sheltered from it by online schooling, no friends, and hotel rooms. Now, she had no one to cower to.

While deciding whether the most logical decision was to run away and never look back, or walk back in with the confidence she had only ever seen in "Mean Girls", someone rounded the corner. Faye jumped as made he made his presence known, nose pointed in the air. Her heart beat what seemed to be forty miles per hour, and to stop it she suddenly spoke up, "I'm Faye." She instantly crumbled. "I just got here, and got the brunt of it." She starred as he kept smelling. "Can I help you find something? " She said this awkwardly, feeling completely out of her comfort zone. How could her nose smell something that this person couldn't. "I um, sorry I am new to this whole monster thing.." Her eyes grew large as she realized what she had said. Shit shit shit shit What did you do?! "No I mean that, I don't mean that, I meant that.. I mean, I WAS TRYING TO SAY," She was getting aggravated at herself. She was just making it worse, "I just found out that I was different, so I ran away and.. you don't care.. Well, would you maybe happen to know where to find this pers-" She just stopped before she made it worse. She shuffled through her purse and found the slip of paper with the name Aeronwen written on it. She held the slip out to him, shaking nervously.

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Character Portrait: Corruptor Blackheart Character Portrait: Aeronwen Jeansonne Character Portrait: Faye Branson Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari
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Rounding a corner Arturo growled lightly, mainly in surprise at the girl in front of him. Sniffing again it wasn't her scent that was hanging around his nostrils hers was a sweet scent with a tang of nervousness and worry. Arturo walked around her as she began to speak stumbling over her words and finally holding out a peice of paper with Aeronwen's name on it. She must have been sent here to find refuge.

Arturo's head titled to the side as he looked at the paper, he gestured to a door and spoke " In there turn left then right, everyone is in the kitchen" he turned around and began to walk away before he turned to the girl again " you should relax, worry will get you no where"

He ran through the garden the rush of scents filling his nostrils helped him gauge vaugely where the smell was coming from. Growling loudly he noticed movement in the trees, crouching down Arturo squinted to get a better look his wolf instincts coming out to help him rather than hinder him.

Looking over to the house he saw. Corr outside, he whistled to get his attention to beckon him over. A vampire's eyesight was just was good as a werewolf's.

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Corr gratefully took the cigarette from Xia, and smiled. "You're the best." He whispered before running outside and lighting the cigarette. He took the first hit and smiled. "Ahhh... sweet release." He murmured to himself before taking another hit. Even though he felt weakened by the light, he couldn't help but smoke. It was a habit he picked up years ago. Sitting in the shady grass he closed his eyes and took another hit. When was the last time he had a smoke? A long time that was for sure.

His eyes opened as he heard a whistle, looking around he tried spotting who was the whistler. His eyes landed on the man who seemed to have spoken to his Djinn earlier. The man was beckoning him over? Raising a brow, he'd put his cigarette out, making sure to save the rest for later. He jogged over to the man, his blue eyes glistening. "Don't you know its dangerous to summon a vampire when you're alone?" He joked, unaware that the man was a werewolf. Corr just didn't seem to care about using his sense of smell.

"So how may I assist you today?" He asked leaning himself against a tree, his eyes more focused on his fingernails more than anything. He didn't see anything wolfy about the man, he was too focused on himself.