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Elizabeth "Liz" Tan

"Eh piss off." (unactive)

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a character in “Blood and Chocolate: Nightfall”, as played by veve

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“You know what you are? You’re shit until proven otherwise.”
Red Fraction by Mell




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General information
Nickname:
Liz

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Vampire/Human type:
Human Hunter




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Appearance

Height:
5 foot 7

Weight:
135

Eye colour:
Amber

Hair colour:
Brown with purple hues

General Description:
Liv is a slightly tall woman of Chinese and American origins with a tan skin complexion. Her hair is usually kept in a ponytail with short bangs and locks of hair that frame her face. She has a slim, slightly muscular build thanks to years of training and a fast metabolism. She also sports a very distinctive tribal tattoo that engulfs her right upper arm. Normally, Liz wears a pair of Daisy Dukes (really hi-cut jean shorts), black fingerless and knuckle-less gloves, black tank top, combat boots, and gun holsters.




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Mentality

Personality:
Liz is a loose cannon. She says what she wants, to whoever she wants, when she wants. Most people don’t deny her this because she can come off as pretty scary. She knows this and uses it to her advantage. Though she has that aspect to her, she is loyal and respectful to certain people. If you treat her the right way, she’ll do the same. It may not be obvious though. Before this respect, she treats people like crap. She believes people are generally terrible, until they prove her otherwise. In other words, she’s rude and ill-tempered towards anyone who hasn’t earned her respect.

Liz is also a bit sadistic. She takes pleasure in doling out pain and punishment to people because it’s her way of getting back at the world. She shows no mercy and no remorse when killing. She doesn’t think they deserve it. Emotional and psychological trauma fuel her attitude in addition to her being tough and battle-hardened.

Likes:
  • Alcohol
  • Cigarettes
  • Her guns (aptly named Pain and Gain)
  • White chocolate (Liz sees it as a symbol of the opposite of how she sees herself: pure.)
  • Breaking things (objects and people)
  • Her music

Dislikes:
  • People in general
  • Vampires
  • Cold temperatures
  • Not being in control of her surroundings
  • Not being in control of her feelings




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History
My life started like all other lives started, you know, birth. The woman that brought me here was Lisa Tan, a Chinese American woman who barely knew anything about America. Hell, she barely knew any English. That’s why she ended up with my old man, Jack Stevens. He was a man that’d been all around the world, and learned some Chinese on the way. So they got together, and I was the result. That’s good and all, but this ain’t some fairytale story though.

Ya see, Lisa died a couple months after I was born. Apparently, she did some pretty fuckin horrible things back in China that warranted a hefty bounty. But she wasn’t killed by some random assassin or gang member. No, that’d be too simple. Jack killed her himself. Don’t ask me why, ‘cause I don’t know why. He wouldn’t tell me a word, well, after he told me he killed her. Maybe what she did was just so bad, he felt he had to take matters into his own hands and dispose of her. Maybe she’d turned into a different person when she came to the States. I wonder if he thought about that while he choked the life out of her. I don’t know, and I don’t care either.

I got a little ahead of myself. Ok, so my childhood was a little rough. Jack was a heavy drinker after he killed Liz. I mean, he’d killed people before, but no one he was close to. So I had to learn how to fend for myself. I stole food so I could eat, and I stole alcohol so he could drink. I mean that’s all he ever seemed to care about. He finally picked himself back up around when I turned five. He got a job at some factory, making guns. After a year or so he’d made quite a collection at the apartment. I’d watch as he’d spend hours in his room cleaning and polishing them ‘til they shined. After school, I’d come home and look at them, teaching myself about each one he brought home, especially his favorite guns. They were two identical Berettas. They were slightly modified with longer barrels, and were adapted for silencer barrels. God they were beautiful. Things were looking pretty good for a while. He stopped drinking, I was going to school, and everything was going normal, until he got another girlfriend.

I don’t even know what her name was, I didn’t bother to learn it. All I knew was that she was vindictive as hell. She got Jack buying her all kinds of stuff while I was stuck washing her dirty laundry. He started drinking again and she enabled it, bringing in all kinds of liquor. She even started him on drugs. Some nights he was so fucked up he couldn’t do anything but lay on the floor in the living room, stirring in his own fluids, but I’m slightly grateful for this today. If he hadn’t been passed out, I never would have been able to experiment with his guns. I would take a few in my backpack and go to a nearby field to shoot at small animals. His whore didn’t really care about anything I did either, so I pretty much did whatever I pleased. Well, that lasted until my fourteenth birthday.

Jack was passed out when I got home from school. Nothing seemed too out of place until I stepped into my room. His skank was in my bed, damn near naked. I was beyond shocked, basically paralyzed. When my door closed behind me, I whirled around and saw a man locking my door. He looked me up and down and growled “Yeh she’ll be fun.” I don’t wanna go into too many details, but I’m sure you can figure out what they did to me.

That crap changed my entire perspective on what the world was like. I already knew that it was a fucked up place, but things just seemed to go from grey to black really fast. I trained more and started carrying a weapon around with me. There was no way something like that was going to happen again, not as long as I had my old man’s favorite guns with me. The next time she tried shit like that, I put a gun in her mouth, aimed one for his junk, and told them that I’d shoot off all of their limbs and bury them alive if they tried to take me again. They took my innocence from me, and I’d take their lives if they tried anything else. Quick and simple.

He never came by again. She started avoiding me around the house, so I guess they believed me. If they didn’t, they would’ve found out that I make no idle threats. So once again I had my free time like I liked, but I could never get those stains they left out my sheets.

A few weeks later, I came home to see her, surrounded by boxes. She was talking to two men dressed in some suits that looked like they were too small, gang henchmen no doubt. When she saw me, she shut up and her eyes widened. I just thought it was because she was scared of me until I saw what was in the hands of the gang members: Jack’s guns.

I flipped out and attacked her and them. They got away with a couple guns, but left most of them. I couldn’t help myself. I beat her to a bloody pulp. I hated her so much, and though each hit made my fists hurt more, they made me feel better. With each thud, my grin spread wider and wider. Damn it felt good to finally let her have it. Jack woke up out of his passed out state to her screams and my laughter. He hurried to us, shouting at me and pulling me off her.

I couldn’t believe him! All the crap she’d done to both of us and he still protected her?! I screamed back at him and told him all about the guns and what she’d done to him, but…he didn’t care. He just sat in a corner holding her, glaring at me. Even after I told him what she’d did to me, he brushed me off claiming that I was the bad one. She’d told him all about what I did late at night going to see men and committing crimes. He screamed that I was no longer his daughter. All I was was a thief who’d taken his guns. I couldn’t bear it. She’d taken my virginity and now Jack. I shot both of them and buried their bodies where I used to do target practice. Afterwards I packed up anything of value and the things I wanted and left. I stowed away on a train a few nights later and ended up in the city I live in now, Las Vegas.

Pawn shops are all over this place so after stopping at a couple of them, I come across a man. His name was James Lynch. He saw me pawning a few guns and approached me. At first I didn’t want to get involved with anyone, so I told him to leave me alone (Well what I really said was “Piss off. I ain’t got shit for ya.”). He kept up the questions until he finally figured out how to get to me. He told me “I got something you can do that’ll pay much better than pawning all these guns, but that’s if you know how to use one.” If I knew how to use one? Ha. I smirked and asked him what he had in mind. Turns out he was a contract killer and happened to be looking for a new associate. Apparently a pretty little girl with some fire power fit the job description, so I accepted.

I lived and worked with him for six years. He became a father to me, treated me well, gave me a home, fed me, and gave me a way to get back at the world for what it had done to me. Things went well until we got an order to kill some business man.

When we got to his building, he was still working. We waited hours beside a dumpster in an alley so we could tail him. Unfortunately we weren’t prepared for what he had to throw at us. Literally. He picked up a fuckin car and threw it right at us. We dodged, but James ended up right next to him. He screamed at me to leave, so I got in the car and drove off. Not before I looked back and watched the man tear off half of James’s neck and shoulder with his bare teeth.

Now I know what hides in the shadows. I had to go through hell just to find other people that fought these things. They call themselves hunters. I’ve been still doing contracts, keeping a job as a stripper (it pays good in this town) while honing my skills. Once again the world has taken from me, but this time. I’m gonna be ready to give it what it’s got comin’.


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So begins...

Elizabeth "Liz" Tan's Story

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The music was loud, the rythmic beat felt as if it was pounding inside his skull but the man sat at the bar didn't mind this one bit, it just added to the atmosphere in the room creating a thick and primordial, animalistic charge that hung in the air as the customers either raved to the beat or sated their varying thirsts. Smiling to himself as he saw the revellers having a good time whilst the staff tried their best please them, the figure sat at the bar picked up his drink and downed it's content; feeling satisfied at the burning sensation of the whiskey and a coppery taste of something that wouldn't be found in a lot of people's cocktail. After ordering another drink the man lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag on it before letting out an equally long exhalation the individual scanned his environment; as he looked past the usual customers and the "entertainers" he noticed the owner of the nightclub was no where to be seen but his favourite pet, one which was rumoured to be the owners right hand man despite only being a worker, was working the floor as he usually did, the man he was looking for on the other hand was as absent as the owner.

Hmm, Petrov mentioned the parte codardo di merda would be paranoid but this is ridiculous, the man scolded in his head picking up his fresh drink and once again downing the contents, his one good eye fixed on the entrance. After some time had passed, his mark finally showed up and headed towards the watching man, his head was down and the man looked like he would run as soon as the watcher made any movement as he shuffled towards the bar. "H-hey there Carth what's with the sudden meeting, ey?" The newcomer asked, squirming as he made himself on one of the stools next to the more imposing man. "Well Jacob it's the usual stuff, one of us has been running amuck amongst the donatore dii sangue and Petrov's found out," Carth mentioned light heartedly a casual grin on his face as if he was filling in an old friend on the latest gossip, noticing a slight tremble in the smaller mans lower lip, "And he's asked us to get rid them." At this last sentence Jacob seemed to visually relax, causing the grin on the other man's lips to retract I to a smirk.

With a nod of his head he signalled the bartender who had been waiting on them to serve them two drinks, Carth's usual: a whiskey cocktail containing sugar syrup, single malt whiskey and his most favourite liquid, A- blood. For the man who was no longer squirming on his seat, a screw driver was poured but with something else added to it as well, a little something extra Carth had tipped the barkeep to add once the mark had shown up. Picking up his own drink, Carth saluted both the man behind the bar and the man sat next to him and drank his beloved liquor in one gulp and waited for the other man to follow suit, to which he did as on que. With the smirk still on Carth's face he asked for his tab and payed it, grabbing Jacob under the armpit and half dragged him out the back exit, the drug that was added to the drink was now taking hold of the man as he made no attempt to resist the only thing he could do was whimper. When they where safely out of everyone's sight in a back alley that stunk of urine, Carth threw the man into the closest pile of refuge, his whimpers growing in intensity. "P-please don't do this, we're buddies right? You wouldn't kill a buddy over a mistake right?" Jacob begged on his knees, tears in his eyes a glimmer of hope in those brown doe like eyes that maybe he could squirm his way out of his inevitable demise. "I don't make the rules." Carth said flatly, as he pulled out a colt .1911 from a hidden holster attached close to his left shoulder and attached a silencer that he produced from his pocket.

"It's nothing personal." And with that said, he placed the tip of the silenced gun to the begging mans forehead and pulled the trigger, shielding his face from the splash back as Jacobs vitae as the man's body slumped backwards, bending it's back in an unnatural way. His job still not finished the armed man placed a carefully aimed round into the body's heart and that was it, job over although conscious wise it wouldn't be over for another week but still he was done and that was all that mattered. He detached the silencer and placed everything back were it had previously been, he even went has far as picking up the spent cartridge and dropped it, nonchalant into the closest trash bin. He needn't worry about the body being discovered, it would be nothing but dust in half an hour or so, with that on his mind he pulled out his mobile phone and called his employer. When the call was accepted he stated, "It's done Petrov, the 'miscreant' has been dealt with. If you need anything else I'm just a call away." He let out a loud sigh as he hung up, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, hopefully that's it for the day but... The night is still young.

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Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei
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William's deep pink eyes narrowed as he peered over the shoulder of his guard. "Who is that?" He demanded thrusting a narrow pale finger at the screen, the blurry image of a man flickered at the bar. The guard blinked and leaned in squinting at the screen.

"I dunno." He muttered. William smacked him in the back of the head with his cane.

"Don't give me I dunno. Give me names. Watch him, and figure out who that other man is." He snapped. He knew from experience that these things didn't simply go away. He needed to take action before the shit storm blew in his direction and ruined the crops he'd worked so hard to sow. He turned away, leaning on the silver handle of his cane and pulled out a cell phone. It was an old flip model colored purple and green as most of his things where, the image of a white rabbit printed on the front. He pressed a few of the buttons and typed in a message before flipping it closed then left the security room, leaving the guard chatting on the coms.

William walked down the narrow halls that lined the upper floors of his club, he could feel the vibrations of the electronic noise coming from the dance hall of the night club but the sound itself was muffled thanks to the money he'd spent in noise cancellation insulation, it still made he head ache, which was why his own living quarters where several stories up still. These floors belonged to the staff and for the few who could manage to afford a private evening with one or two of his ghouls the price was higher than admittance to the club AND the Feeding floors combined so the rooms on that level where never filled completely. William took to the stairs and carefully worked his way up them, hoping that his Little Cat got his message.






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Robb, meanwhile had been on the stage. Treating the guests to suggestive glances and winks as he shook his arse on stage. He'd started off in little more than a fluorescent green suit coat and pants and a loosely done purple tie, his pale shapely torso visible to all as he danced to those who enjoyed that sort of thing, tossing his tie and coat into the audience until all he wore was the pants low and revealing on his waist, an equally fluorescent pink G-string just visible. Robb had felt his waist vibrate as William paged him and he finished up his act, bowing low and giving the women at the front a wink of his blind eye, and a grin. Robb had a body nicely suited for his job, thin, his stomach flat but not emaciated, muscles just rippling beneath his skin. For an 87 year old he had a body to die for. He left the stage and pulled on a dark purple dress shirt over his bare torso inquiring on the nearest guards what had happened.

"Some suspicious guy spotted at the bar. Spotted him going off with another guy might've been drugged. He wants us to bring the guy up to him for payment." The guard said. All the guards where dressed in all black with the logo of the club stitched on their breasts and a purple and pink tie. They all wore earpieces and radios and they all carried both tasers and guns. Every single one of the guards where big burly men with at least basic training in the art of subduing a rowdy party-goer. Half where also trained in killing vampires.

"Why does he want me out there?" Robb asked, exasperated. The guard merely shrugged. Robb sighed. "Two of you come with me, let's go offer this man a rare visit with the White Rabbit."

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Strobe-type lights swung from the ceiling creating a misty, hazy effect in the strip club which was the perfect ambiance for the gawking customers waving money in the air, whooping and cheering for the women dancing in front of them. As the night wore on, more men filled the place to see the main acts. The lights dimmed dramatically as a baritone male voice came over the speakers. “Ok gents, it’s time for what you all have been waiting for! Tonight’s main act is...Stacy Lace!” The room erupted in cheers to welcome Liz, known here as Stacey Lace.

The spotlight aimed for the curtains and the cheers died down in anticipation. Suddenly they swung open to reveal Liz clad in a plaid, cropped shirt that was tied in front, a pair of jean shorts, and a pair of high heeled boots as “Don’t Cha” blared loudly. She strutted down the catwalk part of the stage, allowing the fellas to get a good long look at what she had on, savoring every second she was on stage. Before diving into the pole dancing, Liz checked out the audience, seductively swinging her hips at the men nearest the stage. A guy waving a fistful of cash caught her eye, so she eased by him and dropped down, taking care to wave her ass close to his face. He excitedly slipped a few bills in the black lace panties that were peeking out from her shorts.

After a round or two, Liz unbuttoned her blouse, coyly hiding her front from the audience. Dropping the top, she turned to the audience, showing off a black lace top that barely covered her nipples. The crowd cheered heartily as she rolled her body to the music and shimmied for a few choice customers. Liz grabbed the pole, slowly sliding up and down it then kicked off the ground to spin downward, ultimately ending up in a split. The fellas went wild whistling and cheering.

The show went without a hitch. The money poured in as Liz, or Stacy Lace as the guys knew her, shook and showed off her beautiful body. “Give it up for Stacy Lace! And remember, if this wasn’t enough you can always get a personal dance out here on the main floor, or for a little more privacy, you can get a private dance in one of our separate rooms and you’ll get to see much more of her!”

Once she was back stage, Liz pulled out all the money that’d been shoved in her panties and bra, counting them as she went to her dressing room. Only the highest requested ladies got their own rooms. The others had a locker room. Liz closed her door, lit a cigarette and slipped her shorts back on. She picked up the cash once again, recounting it. $475…not bad for just the main show She put the cash back down leaning back in a chair. Now that her main show was done, all she had to do was wait to be requested, which shouldn’t be too far from now. Just as she thought that, there were three quick knocks at her door. One more hour of this shit then it’s on to the real work.

Soon enough, she found herself fully clothed and watching her latest target, a rogue businessman that was inside a small building at the docks. He appeared to be talking business with another man inside. He smiled shaking the guy’s hand. Heh…the next deal you make will be with the barrels of my babies. She removed both guns from their holsters, laying in wait. When he left, she continued to follow him, however, he wasn’t the only person she’d noticed. There seemed to be a lot going on at the docks, considering the time. She shrugged it off however, concentrating on her current assignment.

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Kaito was calmly observing their surroundings. They were standing a top an area of shipping containers, looking down at the concrete stacked with crates and other things awaiting to be sent overseas. Beyond that was murky gray water edged in black and green; it was a place Kaito would most definitely never swim in. "Are you nervous?" He looked up when his boss addressed him, he could see that Shiro was hungry and revving for something to eat but whenever Kaito made the suggestion for him to drink his boss turned away as if the idea repulsed him. What good was Kaito if Shiro wouldn't drink his blood? It made the Ghoul feel awfully useless although he never expressed this to his employer.

"No, why would I be?" He questioned when Shiro's hand suddenly came up and pet his cheek. Kaito had braced himself for a slap as his boss could be rather unpredictable at times, but the hand was a gentle caress and Shiro's hand embrace strangely warm despite the fact that he was technically dead. Kaito nearly closed his eyes to savor the rather odd feeling, but caught himself and straightened. He looked down at the clipboard he nearly always carried in order to hide the blush that was coming across his face and wondered whatever could be going through Shiro's head.

"Stay here," Kaito looked up once more only to watch his boss take off across the shipping containers and crates, showing off his power despite his small stature. Kaito sighed and a ran hand through his blonde hair, knowing that it was going to be another long night if Shiro didn't eat something soon. Hopefully he would find a snack among the imps that were lingering below. The call of one of the pesky humans rose up to where Kaito was stationed, his voice shrill and a bit panicked as if they had not been awaiting for the young businessman. It was rather sketchy meeting out here and Kaito wondered why Shiro had ever agreed to go.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. It wasn't chilly, so the goosebumps were not from the cold which could only mean one other thing; they were being watched. The Ghoul took a step forward and hesitated, Shiro had told him to stay put. Should he warn the vampire? He didn't want to interrupt the meeting if it was important, but if the eyes he sensed were hunters then they could be in serious trouble. What would his father do? He tried to think, gripping the clipboard in his hands so hard that the wood creaked.

"Shiro we're being watched!" Kaito finally called, hoping that his boss could hear him over the sound of construction and forklifts that had all decided to come to life at once. He cursed and began to pace when a black elegant, slender car caught his eye. Petrov. The Ghoul froze, the very thought of seeing Shiro's father again made him feel sick to his stomach. The last time they had met Petrov had made a few passive aggressive marks about getting rid of the assistant since Shiro had only ever drank from him once. Was his boss aware that his father was here?

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As Liz stalked her target, he seemed to slow down. Hiding behind a nearby wall, she watched as he looked around, studying his surroundings. Shit! How’d he know I was following him?! The man stayed still for a second then sighed and grumbled, “Goddamn workers…” Liz sighed in relief as he turned back around and continued to walk ahead. The man was referring to the other people just a few buildings away that Liz had noticed earlier. Thank God! But not that I think about it, I'm too close for comfort… Quickly, Liz climbed some containers and ended up on a rooftop. She could watch him easier from up here, and he wouldn’t notice her as easily.

He continued walking and she observed him. While he strolled, she took notice of the people still conducting business not too far away, along with the guy watching them from a nearby rooftop. As long as they don’t come over here, there shouldn’t be any problems. Liz had finally begun her hunt for tonight and she’d be damned if anyone was gonna mess this up.

Eventually he stopped again. What is it now? Damn! Whatever they’re doing over there is screwing with my paycheck. This time, he didn’t stop because he’d heard something. This time, he glanced multiple times from side to side as if to check if anyone was watching as he slowly undid his pants. Is he about to take a piss? Before long, there was the distinct sound that confirmed her suspicion. This is too perfect! While he had his pants down, she had a perfect opening to take him down.

Liz squatted, screwing silencers onto the ends of her Berettas. She then aimed them both at his head. Say goodnight, you piece of shit.

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Whether or not the Vampires and Ghouls new his position was no issue to Iven. He was far too far away for them to come up to him by surprise, he'd notice before they'd get to him and then he'd simply disappear, become one with the shadows around him. Yes Iven had been doing this for many years, since he was five years old his parents had taught him, they too were Hunters. But when they died via Vampires when he was seventeen, he had to teach himself the rest. He was lucky that his Grandfather was still around to give him advise and help him as best he could, look after to him. It had been tattooed onto his brain to kill any Vampire or Ghoul he was told to kill. He did this for money of course, sometimes even other Vampires would ask him to kill another of their own kind, he'd do it, get the money, and if he didn't really like who he had worked for, he'd kill them too. Nonetheless, many still hire him knowing this, perhaps it's because of how successful he has been. Not many Hunters lived to tell the tale of their encounters with the inhuman kind.

Aside all that, the rather, young looking Vampire (although he could probably be 100+ years old) seemed to be laughing, the others around him clearly Human as they were very jumpy and nervous, it was so obvious with the help of his binoculars. God they were hopeless, it was rather embarrassing seeing his own kind, Humans, freak out and be unable to pull themselves together when facing a Vampire or Ghoul. Just be professional for once. But fear drove people to do crazy things, fear made people weak and those feared strong. He learned this the hard way, but was there ever an easy way to learn such a thing?
The young looking Vampire's follower, usually they were Ghouls and so he'd assume the follower was one, yelled something out, he could not hear it but perhaps he was alarming his Master of his presence. An elder Vampire silence him however, he seemed quite important, looked very domineering. But that was when he heard a sudden noise close by, near himself. He pulled himself away from the binoculars, startled and curious by who or what could have made the noise. Backing away from the ledge of the building, he stood up and looked around.

Iven's eyes widened slightly, surprised to see what appeared to be, another Hunter. Wait what the hell was she doing? He watched her closely as she sneaked up on a man who was taking a piss. Well then. Were they Human or Vampire? Surely she was in attempts at killing a Vampire, unless she was a bounty hunter as well? Well, she seemed to have everything under control, although he was concerned if it was her or the random Vampire who had made the noise. He simply watched, curious to see how things would play out. He was not one to interfere with another Hunter's task, and he expected the same back. But if she was in a bit of a pickle, then perhaps he'll help, when she desperately needs it. Sometimes a newbie needs to learn things the hard way, can't expect a hero.

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Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Eliza Whittaker
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''Dreaming in white, splatter in red, blue faced terror I bid you goodnight.''
Valkyrie II: Lucuna || Varien





Since the early evening where everyone in his and Alan's home at the top of 'The Ivory Tower' Hotel and Casino and woken up and left him. More so for Alan and Anais to bond and wind down. He had been managing the Casino's incomes, customers in the high class suites, Getting bookings for birthdays, weddings and so on and finally guard detail, though admittedly Alan had always been better with the men and women. He seemed to be able to get on with all Vampiric races where himself had trouble often finding himself wanting to rip a few throats out. But once this was done he sighed in relief as he went back into the private elevator back up to his home.

After using a keycard only himself, Anais and Alan had to get into their home and he reached the top, the door opening and he stepped into his living room. He sighed, smiling and showing all of his sharp teeth and he threw his briefcase and wallet onto the couch. ''Finally! Away from work~! Time to get to the real work~ Fun fun fun...'' He rubbed his hands together as he walked to the open kitchen and he opened a cupboard and started to make himself a caramel latte. Humming as he waited for the water to boil. When it was done he poured his drink into a tall latte glass and put whipped cream, caramel sauce and chocolate powder over it and finally put it on a saucer with some chocolate. He would not lie. He loved such detailed and sweet things.

With that done he kicked his shoes off and loosed his tail and went to his office and opened a book with room designs, music choices, menus and entertainment ideas. ''Alright. This should get everyone into the casino for the Annual Charity Ball.'' He sat back in his leather computer chair, eating a bit of white chocolate as he spoke aloud to himself. ''Everyone loves Masquerade balls. Means you can be mean without getting told off.'' He chuckled before sitting up straight and picking up the office phone. ''Hello. Alesso Von Burgentine here. Oh great, perfect. So it will be ready for tomorrow night as planned? Oh great. Did the drapes and crystals go up alright then? Oh thank god. I would of been so upset if they didn't go up. I will get to sending out the invitations then. Okay? Okay.. bye, bye.'' He hung up and picked up the phone to see if food was getting ready then got invitations sent out to all the vampiric people of high class and middle class for the night to go on. And of course, ghouls were welcome too. No need to eat the servers and chefs now is there?

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Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine
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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
Boundless || Aero Chord




Alan frowned at William's words but waited for him to seize his words before he slowly stood up to his full height then sighs long and hard, closing his eyes as he did so to release some of his pent up anger that nipped at him ever so irritably. Once he stopped and opened his eyes, harshness normally present had resided as he put one of his clawed hands onto one of his surprisingly curvy hips and he tilted his head and spoke softly. ''You certainly know where to take a jab to make it sting longer. Don't you William? Hm.'' He cleared his throat, looking to the side and for a brief moment his lip quivered before he looked back and his hard face returned. ''Embarrassment was not my intention to make you feel I would strive to do to you. None the less, I am very sorry.''

His eyes for a moment softened then he looked away and hardened again as he looked at William again. ''If they are not dogs to you, I would like it that you do not call them that.. That is all. And your readiness to sever hands from arms was especially strong today... I simply wanted to end the transaction without bloodshed. It is as simple as that William.'' He then looked to Anais for her to get up, ready to leave then and there but his emotions got the better of him and he looked at William, his voice a bit broken, frowning like he were angry but his voice sounded more hurt. ''And to say I function on money alone is very insulting, considering I came here with none, as you know.'' He then growled. ''You infuriate me.'' He then continued. ''Of course I trust you, I was not doubting you, I just wanted no bloodshed!''

He gritted his teeth, his eyes a bit more watery. ''You infuriate me.'' He looked at Anais and in his emotion driven moment he went to her and though it looked rough, he simply took her hand and pulled her up to her feet quickly and started to pull her with him. ''Good evening!'' He screamed back to William and stormed out of the club while pulling Anais with him and once they were outside he took his phone out to get a car. Fifteen minutes later once it arrived he waited for Anais to get in before he did and they began to drive home. He looked out of the car window and wiped a tear away while clearing his throat to cover it up in some way, perhaps to cover the small sob.






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''Come to drink,
Come to bet,
Come to help,
Come and have a good time.''
Alan F White & Alesso Von Burgentine.




With a new day that came with his alarms going off in his room which he barely heard from.. Alan's room again... He and the man were up drinking and he had to walk the man to the bathroom then his bed, he was practically disabled at the legs when he was drunk, noodles for legs. He took advantage, like he often would and he stayed in the man's bed with him again and used him as a teddy bear which was rather odd considering Alan was the living giant. He lifted his head from Alan's chest with a small high pitched groan and yawn that showed the rows of shark like teeth and he smacked his lips tiredly before looking at Alan and then to his finger and he licked it then popped it into Alan's ear and shouted. ''Wet willy!'' Before Alan sat up screaming then looked at Alesso with the biggest death glare while Alesso laughed his ass off. Then Alan scrambled after him bare arsed as he giggled around the room, jumping over the bed and tackling Alesso and biting his shoulder which made Alesso groan and tug on his white locks and casually spoke to the man.

''You should get in the shower, you smell like alcohol.'' He grinned before Alan released his four toothed bite from the man's shoulder, leaving the print on him and quickly got into the bathroom. Alesso sniggered before rolling onto his feet and running a hand through his red hair then rubbed his shoulder and went to his bedroom and put his alarms off then danced on the spot. ''Time for some fun~'' He then danced into his on-suite bathroom of his and while Alan was out and getting ready for the annual event in about an hour getting his coffee and toast ready and sitting in the living room with a newspaper and the news on on the TV. Alesso took longer, taking two and a half hours in the bathroom showering then drying his hair and putting some light make up on like foundation, mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow in the colour theme of the ball room being pink, blue, purple and teal with silver. His attire was also like so while Alan wore a white suit with a purple, teal and silver tie, he was a simple man. While Alesso has his waist coat lace patterned with silver, purple and blue tones, his tie being teal, trousers black along with his shoes.

When he came out he got his coffee from Alan as he made it just in time as well as his porridge which was sweet like he loved it and he shovelled it down before washing all the dishes up with Alan and he looked at him. ''I am sure William will be over it. Just apologize and I am sure he will be sweet again.'' He dried his hands as Alan did, smiling to him before taking his clip board and pen. ''Time to get the catering sorted for 7:40pm tonight.'' He looked at his silver watch. ''Which is in two hours, perfect timing. I am so excited. Futuristic theme~ With neon lighting and greatly dressed cloth dancers, think fifth element with that white suit? Just in silver. Because silver is shiny and I looove shiny~'' He giggled which made Alan smile in amusement before he spoke. ''Yes, I can picture it. I love the glass tables and betting tables. The neon lit up dancefloor is going to look so perfect with the large crystal glowing tree and chandelier light too. As for William.. Yes, I hope so. I will get Anais up and ready then come and help you Alesso.'' He smiled before blinking as the man hugged him, he patted his back before watching he dance to the elevator and get to work. That was when Alan walked to Anais' door and knocked on it before speaking. ''Anais? Are you up? We have two hours to get you ready for tonight's charity ball.''

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
Boundless || Aero Chord




Alan backed away from the door in surprise and a perhaps fright with the sudden loud and harsh unladylike words from Anais from the other side of the white painted oak bedroom door. He cleared his throat and got closer to it again, speaking up while his sensitive pointed ears twitched to the sound of Anais running around to get ready. ''You.. don't need to rush too much Anais.'' He then smiled to himself before walking into the living room and turning on the TV to a music station and he sat down, leg crossed over another and he moved his foot to the tune and lipping the words without actually singing. He was in the privacy of his home and he was much more able to be more himself but at times one would find him tense even in his own home. It was these rare moments that he looked actually human rather than some stone cold diplomat. But even they were human... Behind his status, fame and coin he was rather reclusive and prone to the spurts of anxiety and night terrors. There seemed to always be a sadness around him, even as he enjoyed the small number on the TV.

He certainly was not the oldest vampire but he seemed to deem sacrifice as a personal and needy friend. Much he had lost and given up to fit into the world of materialistic wonders and in some retrospects he was losing the willpower to continue in it but everyone had bad days. Unfortunately for him, it was today, of all days.. So impractical. At that moment he sighed to himself, turning the TV off just as Anais came out from her room, rather frazzled for a moment before settling and wondering what to do with... Alan at that moment as she sat down in the living room looked at his watch. An hour until the doors were opening and people would already be queuing outside.

He pulled his sleeve back down then slowly looked at the young lady. He looked at the ball dress and smiled at it, especially with the silver patterns, Alesso would most likely be staring at it for long moments throughout the night... He always was mesmerized by shiny things and was quite the kleptomaniac around them also. Luckily stealing from your own ball was not illegal, just strange to witness but guesses were, Alan would be watching the man lest he escape the ball with his pockets full of ball lovers' jewels. He certainly still couldn't forget their first ball, staring between Alesso and his new jewels spread along one of the tables and actually having to fight the man to give them back. One of his scars on his back were from that night, such joy. He chuckled to himself before looking to Anais' eyes, noting the delicate and lovely eye make up before speaking, his relaxed appearance seeming to tighten and be ripped away, replaced with the familiar sense of locked out emotional connection apart from the occasional appearance of twitches from his nervousness in his clawed fingers that most didn't notice unless they really looked behind his handsome face and giant like height that intimidated most people. ''You look lovely, Anais. Not that I expected anything less of you.''

He sat up straight then as he continued. ''We have an hour, we could go and help Alesso with any remaining work. But we don't have to.. well, you don't.'' He smiled for a moment before getting up and looking down on Anais which normal considering his unbelieveable height. ''But I must, after all, I am also a host to this annual event.'' He then looked to the elevator, clearing his throat for a moment to try and banish some fear from his tense form before he walked to it and called it. ''Come or don't. Either way, I want you to enjoy yourself, Anais. You deserve it.'' He then got into the elevator as the doors opened and pressed the button to go down.

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Enoch had not returned to their flat in days. He had gone out to take care of some business two nights before the ball and with each passing day Neptune grew more and more worried. At first she had planned to wait in the apartment like he had instructed, Enoch had promised he would be back but now Neptune was beginning to doubt. Panic flooded her mind and she wondered if he was abandoning her, just like every other good person that had ever come into her life. Had she done something wrong? Was she not a good ghoul? Neptune had done everything Enoch had ever asked of her. Except two days ago when he had picked out two different shoes.... She had refused to go get the matching one because she was manning the stove to make pancakes.

But he wouldn't have left over something as silly as that... Would he?

Neptune suddenly decided that she had waited long enough, she slammed her tea cup down on the table and went up to her bedroom to change into something more suitable for traveling. She was just taking her dress off when the window exploded and glass shattered across the room; scratching her body with tiny cuts. The ghoul looked around for something to defend herself with when she remembered the silver knife under her pillow and ran for it just as someone burst in through the broken window. She pulled the knife out and held it in front of her, legs shaking as he smirked and drew a gun from his waist holster.

"You think that little knife will hurt me?" He taunted, waving around his gun and turning the safety off. "Yes." Neptune replied simply, glad that she sounded a lot more confident then she felt. Another came in through the window and whacked his partner across the back of the head. "Our orders aren't to kill it, we need the kid alive so her master will come for her."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Neptune spat, "I live alone." The two looked at her, clearly confused. They glanced back and forth between each other and the girl standing in her underwear, brandishing a knife; then burst out laughing. "I nearly fell for that," the older of the two said and stepped forward, "now come quietly and you won't get hurt." Neptune gripped the knife harder and lunged, dodging his first bullet. She plunged the knife into the first gun wielder's arm, making him drop his weapon. He screamed, cursing her out and wrestling her to the floor. She stabbed him again in the leg this time and he grappled the knife from her grip, holding it up against Neptune's throat. She kicked him between the legs, causing him to fall to the side. He moved the knife from her neck and sliced her cheek as he rolled off of her. Neptune kicked him the rest of the way off and ran for the door, his partner leveling his gun and shooting her in the leg causing Neptune to fall and a scream to erupt from her lungs.

The one Neptune had kicked in the groin stood and motioned for his partner. Neptune attempted to army crawl towards the stairs but pain shot through her body whenever she moved. They grabbed the girl and dragged her back into the room, slamming the door shut and gagging her before exiting the apartment through their preferred method; the window. Once on the ground level they tied up Neptune's arms, not bothering with her legs since they figured the bullet wound would prevent her from going anywhere.

They stuffed Neptune into the trunk of an awaiting silver car and began to drive. Neptune struggled and let out a muffled scream, sliding around as the car drove. Minutes passed, then hours in maddening silence; the only noise was that of the road under her. Finally the car stopped and her captors popped the trunk open. They were at a gas station on a back road. Neptune knew this rest stop, they weren't far from one of Enoch's vampire friends. The one Neptune had stabbed in the hand undid the gag from her mouth and offered her a bottle of water; she chugged it thirstily, not caring about the liquid that spilled onto her body. "I have to pee," Neptune said when she finished and he looked at his partner nervously. The man simply nodded his head and he pulled Neptune out of the trunk, holding her arm tightly and leading her to the bathroom inside.

No one blinked an eye at the nearly naked girl being dragged to the restroom, in fact they acted as though this were a daily occurrence. "Go quickly," he said and undid the ropes on her hands, standing by the bathroom door to ensure she couldn't get away. Neptune went inside and to her delight there was a window. She limped to the far end of the restroom and shimmied the old screen up; wondering if she would fit. She had gotten about halfway through, but the window was small and Neptune scrapped and scratched herself as she clawed her way out and fell on her butt on the other side of the gas station. She broke into a run in the direction of the vampire Alan White's house, knowing there was a ball tonight and that he would not be pleased if she showed up in her sorry condition without her master, but Enoch had told Neptune that if anything ever happened to him to go to Alan right away.

Night had fallen by the time she reached White's property, her body sore and her bullet wound throbbing. It was dangerous showing up to a party full of vampires with open wounds, but at this point it was a risk Neptune was willing to take. She knocked on the door, crossing her arms self consciously as a butler opened it and looked the girl up and down. "I think you have the wrong address," he said distastefully and began to close it, but Neptune stuck her foot out to prevent him from doing so. "I have to speak to Alan White, it's about my master. He's gone missing."

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Iven was up and ready, rather excited for a change for work tonight. The ball was something he hadn't ever gotten the chance to attend growing up, he was either too lower class or poor, perhaps he didn't look very neat and tidy in the past but now that he was a well paid, professional, wanted bartender, life was easy and fun. Sure he enjoyed his main job of hunting on the side but it got a bit boring some times, the same old oh please don't kill me! and I swear I won't do it again! crap did get tiring; when would they learn that Hunters show no mercy? It was pretty amusing to give them hope sometimes before finally ending them, at least they died with a such a helpless expression.

Anyway, aside all that, he was dressed in his usual work clothing, he didn't have anything fancy picked out for the ball unfortunately, just the usual black bartender attire. He was told he would be given a specific waistcoat to wear but he hadn't received it yet, perhaps he would get it when he got there? Unsure, he kept the current waistcoat on and would simply replace it if he was given one. Iven smelled lightly of cinnamon and vanilla from the body wash he had used in the shower, aftershave, and mocha scented deodorant, he rather smelled like some sort of milkshake or something really. It was a nice change from the sweaty, wet clothed, dirt smell he seemed to carry after hunting. His hair had been combed because well, it is fairly long, and put back into a ponytail. He was so very tempted to actually wear his Hunter mask to the Masquerade ball, just waltz in like 'hey Vampires! Wazaaap! I'm going to kill every single one of you some day.' And then die a stylish death. As funny as it seemed in his head, he decided to stick with the plain, silver mask that most of the other staff would have.
Standing in front of the body length mirror, he turned and shifted himself, looking at himself from every angle before adjusting his vest with a grin. "I look hot." Iven started laughing at how he just sounded before sniffing himself and nodding "I know for certain I smell great though." Yep, he was ready. "Oh! Almost forgot!" Before he was about to leave, he placed his infamous, small knives in his pockets and strapped a much more lethal and larger one to his torso under his shirt, fixed himself up again then left the building. He had a bit of an obsession with his knives.

Once Iven arrived, showing ID and what not, proving he was staff, he entered the most breath taking building and walked towards the other staff were with a friendly smile and a short wave. Shortly after a female came rushing towards them with what seemed to be their waistcoats before running off again. "Whoa okay then." Iven said surprised as he took his piece of clothing "holy crap she's fast." He changed quickly into the waistcoat before finally starting to help prepare for the guests and put a lot of work into making sure the bar where drinks would be served looked its best, his place of expertise. "I already know this is going to be an amazing night."