Description
Melanie is five foot three and weighs around one hundred and ten pounds. She is a slim build but has a notable butt in which she often recieves compliments on. She only wishes her bossom was so nice so her older sisters would stop calling her 'boyish'. She has no tattoos or piercings. Often she'll wear light or brown make-up around her eyes and never leaves the house without eyeliner on - this is due to her belief that the right man can come around at anytime. Most of her outfits are fashion forward, or as trendy as one can get on her budget. Almost always her hair is tied up in some fashion.
Personality
There are many words to describe Mel; however, timid is not one of those. From birth, the young woman has been a loud-mouthed, outgoing young maiden who seeks for nothing else but romance. This may have conspired from her early exposure to romance novels at a young age thanks to devious older sisters who loved to try and corrupt her. It opened her eyes to something completely untouchable. Thankfully, due to a strongly religious family, Melanie didn't attempt to find such physical pleasures until she was out of highschool. In truth, she was rather disappointed. For a while she suffered a mild depression; however, it has yet to totally stop her search. Instead Mel has fallen back into her imagination that hooks onto whatever good looking man she can set her eyes on. Some may find such a thing shallow but the girl would have to disagree. She doesn't only like them for how they look. No, she loves them for the personality she matches them with in her mind. Since Mel has a bit of a problem with saying whatever comes to mind, engaging in conversation with these beautiful young men proves very difficult. To avoid embarressment, the girl has resorted to simply imagining how they would act and respond which may be completely different from the real them. In her mind, it's real enough for her.
It should be good to note that Mel realizes that these are only her imagination and she does not suffer from a mental issue.
Equipment
Being a small store worker, there is little that Mel has - other than a large collection of trashy romance novels. Her home is a small shack of an appartment several blocks from her work. Her fridge is generally empty. She does, however, possess a small laptop that she has spent much of her savings on as she has begun to take online courses for university. It has been slightly successful thus far.
On her personal, she carries a cell phone, keys and a few bills to use for lunch everyday.
History
Melanie was the the youngest sister of three. Her older sisters were often given more attention and were better respected. Mel, however, didn't care. Her mind was always going. Her imagination painted the boring world in colours not possible. Some assumed her slow when she was young, but truth was she was just lost in her own mind. This became apparent in her highschool years when she drilled to to better and did so. Upon graduation she finished in the the top five percent of her class - to her parent's amazement. Yet, her mind began to wander once more and decided to take a break from schooling. In turn, she found a job at a book store that gives her fifty percent off on novels and gave up the idea of school for three long years.
The time seperated her from most of her childhood friends and even family. Both of which she hasn't seen in the last two years. But that hasn't bothered her much appart from making her rusty with daily talk and chit-chats. She still has remained strong with events in which money is involved or formal occuaions. Wishing to break the endless cycle of useless years, Mel has found time to take a few online courses at the university in town and has reduced her hours at work. Her mind, however, is still a maze of hope for sickening romance and lust.
So begins...
It had been a very long day for Melanie that was thankfully near its end seeing as how the world was now dark. Few customers had dared to venture into the little shop which left Mel's mind free to wander. It dreamt about far off places, swords fights and princes in disguise. Her own role in such things? Well that depended on her mood. Today she had choosen to play the helpless maiden. While the stories were typical, it allowed a more lazy approach to spinning tales. All she had to do was wait, as she did all day. The woman did move slightly, from leaning on the desk or sitting on a stool, but nothing that would be classified as action. It helped made her imaginated tale seem slightly more realistic and consistent. But, like when every new customer entered the store, her thoughts were put on hold. Seeing as how it was near closing time, Melanie had moved herself to the back of the shop to fiddle around with replacing some books in their shelves. It would leave her to stand in the far asile of the store.
Her light blue eyes set upon the visitor that passed by. It was a dashing young man wearing mostly black. It inspired a sly closed-lip smile on her pink lips as she examined him for a breif moment further. Mel imagined him to be part of some secret service - a spy maybe - that had disappeared into the store to hide himself for a moment. Although she was sure the door had opened other times, Melaine's attention was only set on this young man and his history. He was stubborn, she assumed, with a manly seductive skill present in an english accent. His dark hair would be pushed back when he talked with a wide toothy grin. Yes, the pieces were falling together. He was a smoker, but only after sexual acts which he often had with numerous strange women whom never knew his real name. His name to her? Johnathan Reid. His cover story would be that he was a business man who just got off work for a small telemarketing company a few blocks away. Would the fair woman believe him? Outwardly, yes. Inwardly, never. She would treate him like a normal stranger while secretly understanding his dangerous and wild life. It would give her the edge among all the other women in his life and cause him to fall for her like no one else. She would love him for his stories and need for adventure. His strength and passion only bonuses. That was a romance Melanie could live with.
"Hello sir. Are you looking for anything inparticular?" 'Perhaps a woman to fall in love with?' She echoed in her mind as her lips continued to wear their genuine smile. Melanie tried to keep her attention on his face but found it starting to wander down his outfit, seeking its crevices and layers to find some type of body lay out. He had to be extremely fit. But her blue eyes would dart back to his as she awaited an answer.
Andion walked around the store carefully, quietly, so his movements wouldn't be as easily detected by the Daimons. He could hear something a couple aisles ahead, on the last aisle. He dropped his hand by his side which released a blade from the holster he wore beneath his jacket. He kept the weapon hidden as he approached the source of the noise.
Imagine his surprise when he wasn't met by a Daimon but by a woman.
She wasn't facing him at first, she was re-shelving some books. His eyes ran up the length of her legs, over a very nice backside, up a slender back and smooth neck. Her hair was pulled up, and he couldn't see her face, but his body certainly didn't mind at all. There was something incredibly attractive about this woman.
As he got closer he noticed how much taller he was than her, she couldn't have been any taller than five'four maybe five'five. A woman like her wouldn't have been very popular in Sparta because she lacked the warrior-bearing woman size, and she didn't look very strong, but Andion had always found petite women very attractive. His wife had been one of the shorter Spartan women, but there was nothing about her that was petite. She was strong and-
"Hello sir. Are you looking for anything in particular?" The woman turned light blue eyes to him and his heartbeat quickened. He thought she was pretty from behind? She was... stunning. And it wasn't like she was drop-dead gorgeous or full-figured, but for some reason Andion couldn't put a cap on his hormones.
Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't been with a woman in a couple hundred years... But.
He had a job to do. There were Daimons in this bookstore and she wasn't safe. "Do you have an office you go into and lock?" he questioned, only a very slight trace of his Greek accent shining through his deep voice. He hoped she didn't get the wrong idea, but he couldn't exactly tell her soul-sucking vampires were on the hunt, could he?
Oh... May Zeus have mercy on him...
He wasn't strong enough to refuse such a lovely offer... He took slow, almost predatory steps toward the woman. Her scent invaded his nostrils and he could hear her excited heartbeat. She wanted this as much as he did it seemed. And hell, did he want it. He wanted it bad.
He stood as close to her as he could, could feel her softer body against his own harder one. He could really put that 'well-sized desk' to great use. Why had he come into the bookstore? He didn't quite remember.
He leaned down, his lips getting closer and closer to hers. Just as he was about to give in, he felt the tell-tale pull of Daimons. That's why he came into the bookstore. He growled and swooped the woman up into his arms. He ran into the office and crouched behind the desk with her, putting her down. "Stay here," he instructed, "And lock the door. Don't come out."
He straightened back up and pulled his blade back out plus another one for his other hand. He walked back to the door and locked it, but before he walked out he turned to the woman and offered a reassuring smile. "I'll let you know when it's safe." Not that she even knew what was going. She probably just thought he was crazy. He could live with that, and so would she.
He walked out of the door and closed it behind him, making sure it was locked. It was. He looked through the glass of the office, which was actually most of the left side wall. He couldn't help but think about what could have been seen through that glass if Daimons weren't in the way. Those SOBs really ticked him off. They picked the wrong Dark-Hunter's jurisdiction.
Melanie's heart was beating extremely quickly as the man advanced towards her. Her eyes pacing his features as he moved forward. Her breath became slightly heavy and quick, this was it. This was her fairy tale finally coming true. It was so close, and so was he as he drew himself against her. Her hand automatically moving to stroke his chest lightly. Her lips had already began to lightly purse and inch open as the kiss seemed inevitable; however, it wasn't. The man pulled away and pulled her into his arms.
It was amazing. That was the only thought in her mind. This event was the sole thing she had ever been waiting for. Their love would become so true to the stories she knew. Mel knew it in her bones. Her mind was rolling over all the things this would inspire to, and then everything fell flat. He had gently let her on the ground and told her to stay there. Mel wanted to say something and upon thinking about it, she immediantly regretted it, "But what about our love scene? How can you-" She was cut short by the locking of the door. It would appear that her love life was back into the trash. 'And now I'm probably getting robbed. Fantastic. What a life.' It would appear that her fantastic day would have to end in such a horrid way.
Instead of getting bitter about those things she couldn't fix, Mel fell back into her mind. It roared about what could have happened had the man took her up on her offer. She was sure that intimate relations with her would be much better than the few bucks in a cash register; yet, it would appear not. What a disappointment.
Andion didn't have to look long before the group of Daimons found him. There were only five of them; he could handle that.
The first one that approached him was dust within seconds. He stabbed the blonde male right in the middle of his chest, through the heart. The next one that approached him was a woman; he hated fighting women. He always felt a little guilty even if the women he fought were soul-sucking monsters. She managed to get a manicured hand across his face, and he could feel a small trickle of blood, but he got her in the chest too. The remaining three Daimons ran at him at once.
He cursed as one of them knocked him on his back, but he jumped up quickly and turned the closest Daimon into a pile a dust. The last two were much harder than the first three he took out. They actually seemed to have some training. He lost one blade underneath a shelf and was kicked back a couple of feet. He landed right next to the office where he had left the lovely employee.
He dusted the smaller of the two Daimons and the other one hit him hard in the ribs. He was pretty sure he heard something crack, but he didn't really have time to think about it before the large blonde rushed him and they both slammed into the door of the office. It barely held.
Andion grunted in pain, hoping that none of his ribs would stab any vital organs. He pushed the Daimon away and moved away from the door, pulling out a dagger. The blonde was fast though and kicked him... right through the glass wall of the office!
He felt just about every piece of glass that stuck itself in his skin, but he had to kill the Daimon before it spotted the woman.
Too late. The Daimon walked through the large hole and grinned in the woman's direction hungrily. His fangs looked sinister.
Andion fought off the pain and rushed the blonde male, tackling him to the floor. "Stay away from her," he growled. He ended up straddling the guy's back, so he rolled the guy over and stabbed him right in the heart. The blonde barely had time to cry out before he burst into dust.
Andion dropped his dagger and sagged down on his hands and knees. His face was still bleeding where the female had gotten him with her nails, it hurt to breathe because of the abuse to his ribs, and there was glass embedded in his skin, slicking him with his own blood. But the Daimons were gone, and the woman was safe. He would consider this a win. "Sorry about the mess," he said, trying to smile. "I can get it fixed."
Of all the things he has exprienced in his 2000 year life, Asher had never felt the presence of somthing so similar, yet so different from another Immortalis. Of course, Asher had never really been surprised by anything abnormal anymore, considering all the things he had been through. Asher had become an Immortalis, lost his friends to the very beings he vowed to protect, had to fight against a little girl who was being controlled by a dead puppet master, had to kill someone who thought he could be in the place of God... Asher was tired of all of this stuff. The only good thing is that he had met his guardian angel, Eva, and fell in love with her.
Back to the topic at hand, Asher started to feel the presence of somthing evil when he got into the town midafternoon. He always got that feeling if there was an Immortalis nearby who was working for the devil. So, Asher followed his gut feeling and ended up near a bookstore. He had seen six people enter. 5 of which were being chased by a man. Asher followed them all, drawing a sword he "borrowed" from an Immortalis. Using his control over darkness, Asher hid his sword in his hand. When he silently entered the bookstore, he hid himself in a dark corner, watching the whole fight. So... The five people are trying to kill that one man... I'm assuming those five are Devil's Immortali then, and the lone wolf would probably be God's side... However, it was better safe than sorry, and Asher quietly sneaked into the office, hiding his presence and using the dark as cover.
There, Asher saw the fight with the man and the last of the five people, with the lone man standing victorious. God he is a mess... Hm, I guess I should reveal myself now and see how the situation plays out.
And with that thought, Asher stopped using his power of darknss to conceal himself and his sword, which was already in his sheath, disguised as a walking stick. "Hello there. Might I ask, who are you?" Asher's eyes studied the man from head to toe, taking in every single detail. That includes body language, reactions, words, and most importantly, if he had a concealed weapon still.
Andion was taller than Asher. He also had more build, and the man was also dressed in black. Probably to help use the darkness as cover... Asher thought. "My name is Asher..." He comes in closer and drops to the whisper. "Who were those people who just tried to kill you and your girlfriend?" Asher meant it as a joke when he said girlfriend, but if Andion was provoked, then Asher would be able to see whether Andion is an actual normal human. After all, those men he fought turned to dust, like Immortali. Maybe Andion was another Immortalis.
Before Asher could hear Andion's response however, Asher felt a presence so familiar, he could recognize it at the first second he sensed it. "Speak of the devil..." Asher whispered. He then drew Dark Tempest and went outsude. His sixth sense was correct. Three seemingly normal people was walking this way. They looked like the "greasers" from earlier times. Asher examined them. They all had knives, but one of them was hiding even more. Their power matched those of two Immortali and one Elder Immortali. Which means two noobs and one veteran player in a video game. However, Asher was the pro here. He could take them by himself.
However, Asher vaguely sensed two more Immortali on the rooftops. They were both new to the whole Immortalis thing. So... four noobs' limbs and one decent player's head... Coming right up. Asher got into a ready stance, now drawing his sword which he had missed using so much over the last few decades, Chilling Blaze. "Come at me, bros!" Asher taunted. They all charged.
Andion was still confused. 'Asher' felt... similar to himself. Odd, yes, but interesting. His curiosity was peaked and he was about to talk to the stranger but he ran off. What the hell?
Andion forced himself to his feet and drew his own weapon. He looked at the woman. "Stay here, you should be safe." He was about to run off again but he turned towards her. "I'll be back," he said, offering a smile before he left.
He ran outside and saw Asher and some others approaching him. They didn't look too friendly. He heard the stranger yell at the group before they charged him. He wanted to help but maybe it would be for the best to see what this guy could do. He decided to hang back and see what happens.
