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Aileen Enora Vesta

"I will do what is best for my people"

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a character in “Hollow House”, as played by Shané

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Name: Aileen Enora Vesta (Aileen= light of the sun, Enora= light and Vesta= Guardian of the sacred fire)
Nickname: Aila, though only those close to her may use it.
Gender: Female
Age: 21 years of age
Birthday: 1st of May
Heir: Phoenix Princess
Likes:
1. Warmth/Summer months
2. Bonfire's
3. Flying
4. Writing
5. Archery
6. Medicine/Healing
7. Loyalty
8. Honour

Dislikes:
1. Cold/Winter months
2. Water/swimming
3. Enclosed spaces
4. Dark magic
5. Riding
6. Being tied down, having lots of tasks to complete
7. Deceit
8. Vanity

Fears:
Aileen fears water and drowning above all else. The idea of suffocating under the endless depths terrifies her. She also fears not keeping a good appearance for the Phoenix people. They are relying on her, and the idea of coming home a failure scares her. Aileen also has a small fear of black or dark magic. There is something dangerous and unreliable about them. Her fears also extend to being betrothed to one of the others. She can't imagine marrying one of the people she hates, however if it means support for her people she will overcome it.

Personality:
Aileen is a very vocal girl, she knows what she wants, and will do her best to get it, though without sacrificing her values. She has a strong sense of loyalty to her people and values it above all else. From a young age, Aileen was taught the means of how to reign, and she intends to do it to the best of her ability. She also has a strong sense of sacrifice, her people mean more to her than her happiness, so if something will entail her people to rise higher, she will do it. Aileen is a strong girl emotionally, and has learnt to hide her emotions until she has time to sort them out later. She has a strong character, and has a very stubborn streak and uses this when she deems necessary.
Besides her strong, formal nature, Aileen can also be gentle to those she loves, though she has trouble expressing this. Her need to be the best she can also causes a lot of strain, as she finds herself striving for perfection, and finds it hard when things don't go as perfectly as planned. She finds failure hard to swallow, and will often internally beat herself up about it. Aileen also is rather impatient when she makes up her mind. She can wait patiently for the right idea to come to her, but when she has figured it out she wants it sorted out immediately.
As much as she was trained to be a ruler, Aileen is also a 21 year old girl, and truly wants to marry someone she loves, however is willing to sacrifice this in order to provide the Phoenix race with a new ally.

History:
Aileen's family consists of herself, her parents are her brother, Brenton. She loves Brent, but sometimes struggles with his "care-free" attitude. She understands his want to be free of responsibility, but if he was born to it, that's now his job. It's pretty much an unspoken rule, that she and her husband will reign, as Brent has no love for being King. In all honesty, deep down Aileen is slightly jealous of him, the way he just shrugs off the need to rule, and continues with his life. This makes her feel the need to step up greater, so now she is pouring all her attention into getting the kingdom up the social hierachy. She is also concerned about him at Hollow House, she personally is fine with him, and can handle his rude demeanor, however his attitude will surely give the Phoenix race a bit of a bad name. She is going to have to find some way for him to at least be the minimum of respect, pleading, begging, bribing, but deep down she's concerned that will never happen. She really does love him though, and will stand up for him whether she agrees with his behaviour or not.
From a young age she was raised to be the future ruler. She has been trained in combat, etiquette, debating and the general needs of a ruler. Aileen is loved by both parents, however her childhood was not normal due to the strains of ruling a nation. She respects and loves both her parents, though she rarely sees them, due to their own duties. When the meeting at Hollow house was called, she was instructed on each of the ten races in order to know how best to deal with each. She has also been instructed to try and find allies, as the Phoenix are a more subtle race and are in fear of being over run by a more violent, strong willed race. Since the announcement of the meeting, she has begun to study more intensely debating in order to hold her own against the other races. She enjoys debating, however finds that it takes too long for her liking, to come to a decision.

Reaction to being sent to Hollow House?
Aileen simply saw it as a duty. She is set on doing the best she can with the situation, and bringing the Phoenix's on top. She is also rather nervous, as this is one of the biggest things she has had to do as a leader. She also struggles with the concept of living with the other races, finding it unsatisfactory for someone of her status, however sees the necessity of it. She is also concerned about who to ally herself with, as the stronger races, the ones they are concerned about, she has a deep hatred for. This will be an issue as it means, somehow hiding her feelings, and trying to get them on her side.

Which race will you get along with best?
The Elves- Seem to Aileen more down to earth and also have the most power, and are therefore the best allies to have.
The Nymphs- They respect nature, and Aileen respects this.

Which race do you dislike most?
The Merfolk- Their need for the thing she despises makes it hard to look at them, let alone like them. Besides, they pose a great threat to the Phoenix people. There use of water weaponry has already proved deadly.
The Vampires- Aileen hates vanity, and can't stand that about them.
The Witches- Dark magic. A threat and indecent according to Aileen.
The Demons- Dark once again and power hungry. Not a good mix.


Other: Sorry, I don't watch Pokémon, but I read the rules :)

So begins...

Aileen Enora Vesta's Story

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Venus Melissa Arton Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta Character Portrait: Pan Arton

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Phoenix Prince, Brenton Aedus Vesta


“Let. Go. Of. Me.” Brenton sneered through clenched teeth. If there was one thing he hated more than being forced to go to that island, it was having guards grabbing him like some low-life citizen. Brent might not like the thought of having to become a king, but he was still a prince, and no one got to put hands on him like that. He glanced between the two guards, one on either side of him… or rather, one for each arm. Then he sighed and stopped struggling. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t give a shit anyway. I’ll walk through the damn portal.” He then exclaimed, noticing that the guards were looking at eachother. How tedious their amount of faith in him was, really. “Father,” he growled on a sigh, incredibly annoyed with the guards and glanced at his sister. Great… juuust great. Weeks, possibly years alone on a secluded island with only Aila to talk to… well, her and a bunch of other races who all hated eachother. Personally, Brent couldn’t care less about the war and would rather stay out of the shit his parents had helped continue, but instead… he had to ‘take pride in the responsibilities bestowed upon him.” Were they freaking out of their minds?

The king of the Phoenixes sighed, having grown quite weary with his rebellious son. “Let him go,” he said, nodding once at the guards who instantly removed their hands from Brent’s arms, though still staying uncomfortably close. Brent sent his father a ‘fuck you’ tight smile, realizing he really didn’t have a choice in this matter, and looked at his sister once more, lacing his tone with irritation, yet kept it light and indifferent as always. “How about it, sis? Care for a little trip?” Then, uncaring of the consequences of it, he stepped through the portal, blinking several times at the bright lights. At least this let him get away from his parents for a while. Father, so disappointed, and mother oh so resigned.

On about his tenth blink, Brent was suddenly on a beach, looking up at a huge mansion with big windows, high on a hill. Looked like it could house many more than twenty wee princes and princesses, and on that thought Brent looked around him, rolling his shoulders. His eyes caught side of a couple people, but he didn’t really care to figure out who they were or what their intentions were. He’d probably find out soon enough… besides, he didn’t really find it interesting. Serving the race and pleasing the parents… well, that was Aila thing, not Brent’s. Mostly because Brent had other things to do… like fly. The thought made him look up at the sky, wondering how far he could go. He suspected there’d be a barrier to keep them all in, but found himself curious as to how much solitude he’d be able to gain in the skies. On that note, he glanced at the ocean next to him, wondering if the distance there would be equal to the one above. That he wouldn’t test though… water wasn’t his favorite thing in the world… being a creature of fire and all.

“Hm,” he muttered, a little amused at the prospect as he began undressing. He didn’t really care whether anyone would see him – he was pretty confident about his body, as well as private areas, and he honestly had no interest in meeting the others, or seeing the house. To him, everything but the skies equaled confinement, and he really wasn’t a fan of that. At all. Birds were meant to be free, so freedom is what he’d strive for. Always.


Faerie Princess, Venus Melissa Arton


Lissa stepped through the blinding light of the portal, hoping that Pan was right behind her. She had accepted this trip because she obviously had no choice, but mostly because Pan was with her, and she felt a lot more secure with him by her side… or back, as was the case right now. One step was all I took and she was on the most beautiful beach, the warmth of the bright sun seeping into her immediately. Her face lit up into a grin, several steps following the first, to bring her straight into the rays of the sun. She laughed joyfully, calling out, “c’mon, Panny! It’s beautiful out here!” Her fear had disappeared instantly, replaced by the relief of this not being a place of darkness. She had half expected things to accommodate the vampires primarily. They were a high-ranking specie and didn’t take all that well to sunlight, she knew. She wondered whether they would be turning up on the beach too… because that probably wouldn’t go down well at all.

The pretty little faerie took a spin, but only got halfway, as she stopped at the sight of people in the horizon. They were too far away for her to make them out properly, but it peaked her curiosity indeed. She wondered if maybe they were werewolves… genies… elves… phoenixes, maybe? She couldn’t tell, not even what they were doing, and that, more than anything, bothered her. Suppose she’d have to find out then; sneak around a little. The advantage of being able to turn very little was that even the most private conversations were accessible to you. She wanted to wait for Pan first, though, and maybe take a look around. Lissa liked to know her surrounding, but she didn’t go on this little adventure alone. Not at all. She needed Pan. She had never depended much on him, as everyone had always protected her, but now all she had was her twin, and she would probably be a little clingy at first.

Fortunately Pan was a lot nicer to her than a lot of other people, which was a relief… because though she loved her brother more than anything, Pan was incredibly sneaky… even for a fairy. Mischievous man that he was, no one wanted to get on his bad side. Lissa’s gaze drifted to a hill a seemingly on the middle of the island. On it, a magnificent, gorgeous mansion was situated. Okay, so she’d been reluctant at first, but now her curiosity was merely having a ball. She still wanted to get out of there, but she had to admit that was mostly due to the fact that her parents had dictated her going. Melissa wasn’t rebellious really, or even a little defiant… she just hated to be told what to do for some reason she wasn’t quite clear on, though she always obeyed the king and queen. She turned back to the portal again, hoping to find Pan there. She really did need him to do scouting with her… perhaps they’d spy on the others a little too. Okay… the probably would do both, in their true form of course… it proved useful when you didn’t want to get caught.

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta

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Aileen Enora Vesta- Phoenix Princess

Brent was kicking up the usual fuss, with the added amount of swearing. It seemed he'd finally given up though, obviously he hated it still, with the look he gave. Aila gave a slight shake of her head, warning him not to take it further.
“How about it, sis? Care for a little trip?”
Aileen sighed a little at his attitude, not that it was new. She turned back to her mother, who was making sure the final touches were in place for her appearance. She'd managed to leave her fiery red hair out, giving her a little freedom, though her mother had insisted on a reasonably formal dress. It was a white, simple gown, hugging her slim figure and only high lighting her natural, flame hair. The small red sash around the middle tied the two together nicely, or so her mother said…
Yesterday it had seemed fine, however now with the actual day looming, Aileen was nervous. She had to make sure she kept the Phoenix's in third of the hierarchy at the very least, and hopefully bring them up. Appearance was part of making a good impression. Not for the last time, Aileen fingered the collar. Normally it wouldn't bother her, however with Vampires also being present, the modest, but low neckline bothered her. She didn't want them seeing her slim, white neckline. Aileen may not be as beautiful as the other races, but she had a fire about her, and she intended to present herself as well as possible.
Her mother finally finished the last adjustments to her hair, and with a final embrace of the both of them, Aileen made her way to the portal. She raised her hand in a small wave, before turning to the portal. As she entered, she squared her shoulders, and carefully lifted her chin as she'd been taught, prepared to meet the rest of the races.
When she finally came through she was not expecting Brent half naked form.
"Brent!" her tone came out exasperated, and nervous, not the best way to deal with him. She hastily bit her lip, before grabbing the clothes lying on the floor, and hastily shoving them at his stomach, carefully averting her eyes.
Her head whipped round, to determine if anyone else had seen Brent's atrocious display, before she turned her eyes to her brothers.
"Brent please" she forced herself to keep her tone down. Telling him what to do wasn't going to work. She hastily said the rest of the words, fearful he would do something worse before she could finish.
"I know you don't want to be here. That's fine, I'll handle it, you can fly to your hearts content, but I need you to do something for me. Not for our race, our parents, but me. It doesn't matter to you, but the more...brazen you are, the harder you are going to make my job. Brent, I have to give us a good name, and you...and you going around stark naked is going to make me a laughing stock. Please"
She begged him, pleading with him with her eyes. He might not care, but the more rebellious he was, the harder it would be for her to gain any respect.
She quickly looked around again, seeing that others were arriving though they were still at a fair distance not. She turned back to Brent, before remembering and raising her eyes.
"Can you please put on your clothes?" she whispered "Wait till we see the house ,and then change in your room...where the others can't see you…" she realised she was telling him what to do, and quickly changed it "please"

Brent was all the more likely to rebel if she tried to order him around.

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Venus Melissa Arton Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta Character Portrait: Pan Arton

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Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


Lissa cast her brother a bright smile the second she saw him, grateful that he’d decided to come with her. Pan had this thing about not really accepting her parents’ wishes. Sometimes she wished she had the courage to be just as rebellious, because she disliked being told what to do just as much as he, though they dealt differently; she reluctantly accepted, whereas Pan usually found a way around it. She’d always admired her 10 minutes older brother for that. Often it didn’t feel like just ten minutes. Pan and Lissa had the twin-bond, sure, but Pan was no doubt far older than his younger sister when it came to matters of the mind. It wasn’t that Venus wasn’t clever or intelligent, but rather that she wasn’t all that mature – mostly because she didn’t wish to be. Lissa cherished being young and able to fool around while it was still somewhat acceptable, so she didn’t wish to let go of it before she absolutely had to. She did have her moments of ourse; Mel could be serious when required, but that really was ever so rare.

"So we're here. No turning back now." Pan said, making Lissa cock her head slightly, watching him. It wasn’t the words, but rather the resigned tone with which they were spoken. It was a simple statement in itself, but it made Lissa want to hug him and tell him they’d be out of there soon. Especially as he turned to see that the portal had disappeared. A soft sigh emanated from her delicate lips and she took a couple of steps towards her beloved brother, wrapping thin arms around his torso in a reassuring hug. She put her head on his shoulder and smiled softly, glancing at the strong features making up his face. Even though she was behind him, Lissa could just see his eyes. “Might as well enjoy it while we’re here. It’s pretty gorgeous, right?”

She was trying to make things seem at least a little better, and on that note the princess thought of one thing that always cheered her darling brother up; mischief. “Wanna go spy on the other races? I spotted a couple of them, and I’ve grown quite curious as to who they are.” She gave him a gentle squeeze before letting go to take a few steps away from him, heading for the mansion, though front still towards him, grin already back on her face. She felt confident Pan wouldn’t be able to pass up the opportunity. He was a lot like her in that department; difference was that Pan often tried to spot weaknesses and ways to play mean tricks on people, where Lissa merely loved learning new things. She didn’t mind her brother’s shenanigans at all, though, even as she was different herself. Of course, all faeries loved having fun, teasing and fooling around, but Lissa tried not to hurt anyone in the process… at least not badly. It just wasn’t fun to her if people got hurt.

It always was to Pan, she knew, but that was the way of her race, especially the prince, and she’d grown so used to it; barely even noticed anymore. Her sparkling eyes had their usual mischievous glint as she watched her brother, her smile big and joyful. Melissa didn’t like worrying much, so the dangers of the others as well as many other aspects didn’t occupy her thoughts. Of course, she was no fool, and they had fluttered about a little, but they weren’t pressing concerns, and so she’d put them away for later considerations. Her main objective was to make several more smiles like the first, appear on her twin’s face. She had always loved that.



Brenton Aedus Vesta


Brent chuckled at his sister’s words, amused to no end. He had been in the process of taking off his socks, wearing only those and underwear, when his sister had spoken. He’d noticed her presence the instant she stepped onto the sandy shore, not because he’d seen, or heard her, since before sound even registered with him, flowing through the air, the bond between them had told him that she was near. It had always been strong, despite their differences in… well, everything, so it was a bit odd that he felt this potent a connection to his dutiful twin, though it was fact that he was aware when she experienced strong emotions, no matter the distance, whether it was love, fear, hate or anger, along with being able to tell when she was near him. He’d also noticed that anger and irritation tended to seep from her when she was near him. Ah well, it was the way of the world. Brent knew his sister loved him, just as he did her, albeit he was a lot more protective of her than she knew.

He remembered a couple of years ago, when this guy had gone on and on about the ‘hot’ princess. Brent had been in a bar, chucking down alcohol, a reaction to a recent fight with his darling parents, and the idiot had begun talking about the ‘dirty things’ he’d do to her. Unexpectedly, Brenton hadn’t been uncaring of the offensive words, as he usually would, because this time they had been about Aila. It was safe to say that the guy would never speak again, not because Brent had killed him; that wasn’t his style, but rather because the guy had ‘accidentally’ lost his tongue. A very unfortunate event, really. The prince had informed everyone that further sound of such talk would be severely punished. He’d surprised himself that night, not even caring when the blood spilled on his hands and face, and though rumors of his brutality had since fluttered about the city, Brent had never spoken a word of the incident. Not even to Aila. Actually, especially not to Aila.

Now, one shouldn’t mistake Brent’s lack of caring for love of violence or cruelty. He had not liked what he’d done, had felt no joy from it, except in the aftermath when he’d made sure no one spoke of his sister like that ever again. It had merely been done, and that was that. He felt no further need to wallow in it or gloat for that matter like he knew many men did, because he’d never cared what anyone thought of him. His sister, however, somehow sparked a little bit of something in him. A little glint of caring and softness. He had no clue why really, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it either.

Her words had brought him to stop, though still chuckling. He put his sock back on and straightened himself, watching his sister for a little while, having accepted his clothing, casually cradling them in his arms. He’d never understood her in all honesty. Why did she care what the other races thought of her? Her need of sacrificing her own wants and needs for others, was lost on him too. What an odd pair they were. He loved how she was so careful of how she spoke to him – clever, really, as Brent had a tendency not to take well to any kind of commands. He knew Aila wasn’t trying to order him around, however; she was just desperate when it came to this. He knew she wanted to please their parents, and she was probably right that his behavior was going to stand in the way of that. He was absolutely sure that this wouldn’t be it though, everyone was too far away to make out anything.

However, he didn’t exactly want to make his sister unhappy, and he was aware that she was terrified of returning home a ‘failure’ even as he still couldn’t grasp why. He cast a wry smile in her direction, putting his black t-shirt back on. “You worry too much, sis. Really, everyone’s too far away to notice anything I do right now. Besides, you shouldn’t care about what they think of you. Most of them are beneath us in rank anyway. But I’ll bite this once. Just don’t expect me to keep it up.” He said while tugging his jeans back on, closing them. He was teasing her a bit at the end, though they both knew he wasn’t kidding. He smiled yet another wry smile and brushed sand off of his socks, inserting feet into shoes. He was a bit annoyed that she was making him wait, because he really needed to just get away from everyone; he was still quite irritated with their parents, and he had to work that off, else he’d have to take it out on someone else, which Aila probably wouldn’t appreciate much either.

However, Brent started walking towards the mansion, glancing behind him at his redhead of a sister. “Well, are you coming then? We should go make introductions, right? Isn’t that next on your list?”

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Aileen Enora Vesta

Aileen watched as amusement spread over Brent's face. This only served to agitate her further. They'd only been on the island for less than five minutes and already he was rebelling.
“You worry too much, sis. Really, everyone’s too far away to notice anything I do right now. Besides, you shouldn’t care about what they think of you. Most of them are beneath us in rank anyway. But I’ll bite this once. Just don’t expect me to keep it up.”
Aila sighed in evident relief, her features relaxing slightly. Sure, it wasn't over, not by a long shot, but at least their reputation wouldn't be ruined in the first minutes. Besides, Brent was partly right, no one else was nearby...yet. Then again, elves, if she remembered correctly from her lessons, had heightened senses...As for not worrying what people think, that was a luxury she couldn't afford. It did matter, not so much for just her, but her whole race. With most of them beneath her in rank made it worse in Aileen's opinion.
“Well, are you coming then? We should go make introductions, right? Isn’t that next on your list?”
Brent's voice snapped Aila out of her musings.
"Yes...Yes, I'm coming" she hurried forward, glancing down at the white dress to make sure all was in order. "Brent, just because everyone else is lower than us doesn't give us any reason to relax. In fact less so. We have a long way to fall if this doesn't work out, their main choice is to go up from their position…"
No doubt Brent couldn't care less, however Aila found it helpful to voice her thoughts, in order to get herself organised. She rang her fingers through her long, red hair, before carefully adjusting her posture and starting off for the mansion. It truly was beautiful. She hadn't noticed before, being a little distracted by Brent's little stunt. As they made their way over the grassed grounds to the house, Aila was aware of the others also coming forward. They appeared to be a little behind the rest, due to the small distraction back at the portal, but Aila was sure they were not the last to arrive.
She sighed a little as she watched Brent, who evidently had no care about his posture. His black hair also pained her, though she wouldn't dare mention it. It was another reminder of his rebellion against their parents, and in Aileen's opinion, his species. As much as she loved him, it hurt to see him so rebellious with no care for those around him. As they finally reached the house, Aileen forced herself to look forward, before sweeping into the room.
The extravagance was clearly on display, though Aileen kept her thoughts to herself, keeping in place a serene mask. It was beautiful. Even though she was used to such luxuries, even she could not deny the taste and elegance executed in the building.
She slowly allowed her eyes to roam over the room before noticing two other people quickly racing upstairs, the male evidently being rather childish. Aileen struggled to keep herself from raising an eyebrow in shock. That was not exactly what she was expecting. She had thought most would be formal. She glanced back at Brent. Perhaps he would be more forgivable than she thought...than again they were rank three, and the two she had seen probably were a lower rank…
She turned away from the stairs and walked over to the notice near the door.
"Brent we are in rooms nine and ten" she called behind her, before scanning the rest of the list. That was when she saw her neighbours.
The Demons. Her blood ran cold. One of the worst races in Aileen's opinion. They would surely be dark, dangerous neighbours. They were also on the same floor as the Nymphs and...Genies? She had to be seeing things. Surely not. She'd assumed they'd be housed according to rank...evidently not.
"Brent…" her voice trailed off, pointing to their floor mates, not wanting to voice her opinions aloud. He would know her feelings anyway, through their link. The house could have ears by now, who knew who was already above them?

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Delroy Figaro Quirin Character Portrait: Emmaline Quirin Character Portrait: Venus Melissa Arton Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta Character Portrait: Pan Arton

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Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


Lissa laughed with joy as her brother began racing towards her, evidently changing all the while. The smile on his face had warmed her entire being, making her clap her little hands in excitement, and as he now passed her, shrinking with every fractions of a second, she called out a giggled “hey! Wait up!” before setting into motion, her slim legs bringing her closer to her brother as she instigated her own change. She would have a blast, she decided; might as well enjoy the few things she could about this place, attempt to get the damn treaty signed, and then go home to her familiar castle in the beautiful nature that constituted home. So yes, Lissa had her mind set on finding out as much she could, maybe even spot similarities she could use when trying to convince everyone that a treaty was a good idea – that maybe, they weren’t all that different. If she had to be honest, she had no clue why nymphs, faeries and elves were fighting eachother.

Sure, they had their differences, but they all cherished nature and subtle beauty, so in the general picture of things, they weren’t all that different. Many people were offended by the nobility of elves, and the mischievous nature of the Faeries, while some felt that the Nymphs were that tad too free-spirited, but Melissa had never liked stereotypes, preferring to give everyone a fair shot at showing who they were, despite races. People could be very different even if they were of the same kin, like her and her brother, so maybe they could be very alike across species too. Maybe the werewolf princess was a fun-loving albeit temperamental girl, maybe the elf prince was a down to earth guy, and maybe the vampire princess wasn’t only a bloodthirsty evil creature? Lissa wouldn’t know until she met them… or spied on them.

As Lissa’s little, white dress became too big for her shrinking shoulders to carry, she felt the usual leaves creep up around her body, forming the short, strapless dress always making up her little faerie-outfit. Her body grew smaller, the tickling feeling of her wings magically growing out of her back causing her to laugh softly. As she unfolded her glittering, white and lightgreen wings and set off after her brother, her smile grew. She quickly caught up with him, rapidly circling him, joyfully laughing all the while. However, she only did one round before she took the lead, her wings soundlessly, yet furiously flapping about, causing her to move quickly through the air, not feeling the strain of its drag due to her slight size. It was wonderful! Lissa hadn’t been in her faerie form for days, and as she flew through the air, she realized she’d missed it.

Lissa didn’t open the door, because – let’s face it – she wasn’t quite big enough. Instead, she raced through the keyhole, grinning when she caught sight of a redheaded woman along with a darkhaired man. She knew that red hair usually meant Phoenix, and she’d heard stories of the prince dying his hair out of rebellious urges. She glanced at her brother, glint in her eyes. “Phoenixes?” she mouthed at him as she flew up behind the female to look at the paper she was gazing at. Lissa heard the woman say ‘Brent,’ her voice a little unsure, an impression moreover confirmed by her slightly widened eyes. So, the Phoenix prince was called Brent. The uncaring look on his face made Lissa a little uneasy, but she felt safe in her tiny form, accompanied by her much tougher brother, as she could move before anyone even thought of lashing out. She was little bigger than a fly and she had to admit that the others’ great size made her yet more uncomfortable. That was the price of her vague safety, however.

Her eyes moved over the sheet and they widened just slightly as she caught sight of the word ‘vampire’ on the same floor as her and Pan. She felt her smile disappear, because though Lissa was willing to give anyone a chance, fear induced in her for all of her life proved hard to shake. She floated in the air, just behind the Phoenix princess and looked back at Pan, knowing he’d get why she suddenly looked so frightened the second he saw the workout of their floor. She didn’t say anything, not wanting to draw attention to herself, even though she knew the Phoenixes could not hear her tiny voice. She was being careful, which she personally thought was the way to go about things.

The young princess had not really taken any notice of the beautiful room she was in, much more occupied at the prospect of finding out about her housemates… and evidently floormates too. She couldn’t complain about the mermaids though – they were probably a little bubbly like her and she’d though she might get along with them.



Brenton Aedus Vesta


Brent had trailed along with his sister, indifferent, blank look on his face, his hands casually in his pockets. He felt slight amusement at his sister’s attempt of the whole royal dignity. Sure, she would probably fool a couple of people, but she was a 21 year old girl, for Christ’s sake – who was going to believe she was really that calm and collected? Brent knew his sister, and he was pretty confident she was quite nervous on the inside. That’s what putting so much pressure on your own shoulders usually resulted in. He followed her inside, raising a single eyebrow at the interior. It was pretty decent – he wasn’t impressed (he rarely was), but he wasn’t disappointed either. It was no more than what he was used to, and honestly he didn’t care much for decorations and pretty things. Now, if they had a fireplace somewhere, Brent would be a happy little birdie. His expression sobered back into non-existent in a matter of seconds however.

He heard shuffling, causes his eyes to automatically seek out the cause of it. The sight of two people racing up stairs had him smiling wryly. Oh the wonders of infantile behavior. Brenton wasn’t particularly fond of games or folly, even though he was not a fan of his sister’s compliant, serene appearance either. Actually, in all honesty, Brent wasn’t a huge supporter of… well, anything, really. Except for his own desires and wants. Not for the first time, Brent wished himself in the bright skies, enjoying the feeling of wind under his wings, the sun heating up his body without it actually catching fire. He longed for the freedom of it, but was aware that his sister needed him to stay with her, at least for a little while yet, however bothersome that was.

He also walked with her as she moved to read a note behind a door – one, Brent deigned to read with her, so when she informed him of the rooms they’d be in, he merely nodded once, already aware. Also, he’d noticed the fact that they’d be joined by Genies, Nymphs and Demons on the second floor. Well, that would surely be lovely; the gloomy ones, the slaves, and the hippies. Frankly, Brent wasn’t excited at the prospect, and when he felt fear from his sister, he figured she’d seen that the demons would be on their floor. When she then said his name, along with pointed, he was sure of it. He sighed softly, that protectiveness welling up in him again. He expected to see a lot of that during their stay. If those demons as much as talked badly of his sister, or even looked at her wrong, Brent would be there, and he’d welcome the fight if it was what it took to keep his sister safe. He’d win of course.

He had been trained in all things physical since the day he could first walk, along with being taught how and where to hit, inflicting the maximum amount of pain. That, and the fact that he had been honing his skills of fire-breathing, slowly building the amount of times he could do it, along with his endurance of it. Also, he just didn’t care. He didn’t get worked up in a fight, he didn’t leave anyting but cold calculation in his mind. That, along with many other things, made Brent a pretty scary opponent in any situation. If things got really bad, he’d go flamey bird on them all and burn the house to the ground. There were no steps he would not take, because he didn’t care about anything apart from his little sister.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, voice unexpectedly soft and reassuring. He moved to put strong arms around his sister, standing behind her. Then he put his mouth down by her ear, whispering to make sure no one could make out his words. “Relax, sis. No one’s going to hurt you. I won’t let them, filthy demons or not.” It was one of those rare moments where Brent showed actual affection, albeit slightly harsh, but he didn’t mind too much as Aila was the only one who could hear him. Couldn’t have anyone thinking he’d give them the same consideration, because hell would freeze over before he did. No reason to humor the poor things. He offered his sister a soft squeeze, still not letting go. He had a feeling she needed it right now. She’d never been on her own before, and adding to the fact that he was the way he was… well, he couldn’t blame her for feeling a bit alone despite his company. It was odd, this caring side of him, but though he still could not quite make up his mind as to his opinion if it, he’d decided to just go with it. Maybe this trip would help him loosen up a little. Maybe.

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Pan Arton


Pan didn't exactly know how, but he somehow let his sister get ahead of him. He sped up his pace, finishing up his transformation. His body had shrunken to an incredibly small size, and he began to flap his wings, lifting his feet off the ground. He literally flew out the collar of his shirt. In it's place, his fairy form outfit had appeared around his body. His outfit were made of dark brown leaves in pretty much the same design as his sisters, because, let's face it, faeries were not that good at creating clothes to look mainly. So to compensate, he tricked out his outfit with thorny vines, wrapped almost entirely around his body. Just because he was a tiny little fairy doesn't mean he couldn't look tough, does it?

He followed his sister as they flew towards the house and through the key hole. Inside, he noticed several people. Lissa appeared to have taken interest in one particular couple staring at a wall. He could hear his sister make her guess as to what they were, and he agreed, which he signified by nodding his head as she said so.

He then noticed that his sister's attention turned towards the very wall the two phoenixes were staring at. There was a sheet of paper there with their room assignments. He found his and his sisters name and made a note of the room numbers. He was glad they didn't decide to split them up, and have boys on one floor and girls on another. This way he could make sure nothing happened to his sister, plus she was the only one he trusted to keep him company. He wasn't sure if he was going to like any of these other guys.

As he continued reading, he made note of the others they'd be sharing a floor with. Vampires and mermaids apparently. He rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand mermaids. Or, at least, the idea of mermaids. He knew there was no way a race could spend their whole lives living in the water without suffering from some sort of brain damage. He also knew they couldn't last very long on dry land without water, and wondered how long it would take before they decided to flood the whole floor so that they can be comfy. Vampires he had no problem with. If he hadn't had been born a fairy, Pan figured he would've ended up as a vampire. There was something about their dark nature that he found attractive. But he knew his sister couldn't stand them.

He flew closer to her to console her. "Don't worry about it." He told her in his fairy voice. "I heard vampires are like bears. If you don't bother them, they won't bother you. Just don't invite them into your room, or go into one of their rooms if they invite you." He knew this advice was probably scaring his sister even more, but he felt it was practical advice that she needed to hear. "And if you're ever in doubt, just find me." He told her.

He then turned his attention back to the phoenixes, who appeared to be having a very similar dilemma to their own, and the male phoenix was even consoloing the female. It bothered Pan somewhat, like having a mirror version of himself only as a phoenix. 'All brothers want to protect their sisters' He figured. 'I'd really only have to worry if he turns out to be a rebel and a trouble maker'.

Marie Dibson

As the two twins headed into the house, Marie was awed at the sight of it. It was a grand place, much like her own home, but very different. Here, there were shapes and colors she'd never seen, structures made of materials she had never known. She had lived a very secluded life, as royalty tend to do, especially when you're so dependent on water to live. She looked over at her brother, and could tell, even without having to sense it, that he was just as awe-inspired as she was.

Isn’t this something?” Her brother asked.

"Sure is." Marie answered. "A lot of some things."

But one other thing that also caught Marie's attention, was nearby, gathered around a wall next to the door, were a whole bunch of new people. 'At last!' She internally exclaimed. 'It's the people!' They all appeared to be reading some sort of list that had been posted there. Many looked distraught at what they had read. Many were running off up the stairs as soon as they had finished. Marie just had to silently stare for a little while and take it all in. These people didn't have tails or fins. Many probably couldn't even swim. And she knew that none of them were what they appeared. Some could change shape, and some could cast spells, and some could do things that she was sure she could never even imagine. But they were all here, and they were all together, and she figured this was her chance.

"Hello everyone!" She spoke to them all, in a very jovial and upbeat manner as she gave them all an incredibly wide grin. "My name's Marie Dibson. I represent the merpeople at this meeting. And this is my brother, Vincent." She said, stretching out her arm in his direction, to make sure everyone can see him. "He's a merperson too. We look forward to getting to know you all. Do you have anything to add, Vincent?" She turned and asked her brother.

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Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


Lissa almost smiled at Pan’s attempt of calming her. He was just so bad at it, it was nearly funny. He was trying though, and she loved him for it, so though his words were in no way comforting, she still shot him a little smile. Part of her was still focused on the phonix-couple, listening in on their conversation. The male seemed like he didn’t really ever console anyone. Much like her Panny. Sure, he was always there for her, but uh… that was pretty much it. No one else got that amount of consideration. Everyone else merely existed for his amusement. Lissa decided to get her own safety blanket and took her brother’s hand, her tiny hand slipping into his bigger one, which immediately caused her to relax, features growing soft once more instead of strained with fear and worry.

Pan’s hand was all she needed. To hell with words; actions spoke so much more, and he’d always taken care of her, mostly because Melissa knew she couldn’t do that herself. Frankly, she sucked at it. She was guessing most of the girls would be much more confident and self-sufficient than her, but then again, that didn’t really take much. It wasn’t that Lissa though less of herself than many others, she merely valued other things and had always thought violence unnecessary. All it did was destroy, kill and main – who could honestly say they wanted that? She didn’t, that was certain. She smiled softly at Panny. At least they’d be next to each other, which meant she’d probably spend the first couple of nights in his room. No way was she staying by herself in this spooky house. She didn’t care how her room looked, or how Pan’s looked. If he had a double bed she’d sleep right beside him.

Hey, wouldn’t be the first time. Lissa had often had nightmares as a child, and she’d always crept into Pan’s bed, curling up under his covers and then the bad dreams would disappear. In her mind she had made up this theory that her brother scared the monsters away, because he was much tougher – even back when they were kids. The thought made her smile at Pan, warmed. She didn’t need words of comfort from him, not really, which was good, because he was truly terrible at it. He was more practical. He offered advise, not comfort, and that was nice – except it didn’t help her right now. The feel of his hand covering hers did, however. Man, she was never going to let it go. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to. It resembles asking a 2 year old to give away her favorite teddy. Lissa had had a monkey-teddy she’d brought with her everywhere, she remembered. She was pretty sure she still had it somewhere, actually.

“It’s alright Panny,” Venus whispered at her brother, eyes still a little wary, but getting softer and happier by the minute. She never really did hold onto bad emotions for long. “You don’t have to say anything, but…” she was just about to ask him whether he’d be okay with her staying in his room, when someone burst through the door. Another pair of twins. Lissa quickly turned her head, her curiosity conquering her fear. Venus knew the talking female could not see her, so she felt safe, still holding on to her brother. Mermaid princess, then… huh, she didn’t look fishy at all, but maybe she smelled like it if you got close enough? The guy next to her hadn’t spoken yet, though, but the girl said he was the mermaid prince, and he looked more sane than his sister, that was certain. The girl seemed… eager. What kind of idiot would be eager to be in this place? It was pretty much a jail filled with scary inmates, and they'd been thrown to the sharks. Surely a lovely prospect.

Melissa knew she wasn’t the brightest, she tended to be a bit naïve herself, and sure, the place was beautiful, but was this girl completely oblivious? Lissa cast a glance her brother’s way, gauging his reaction to the newcomers and the princess’ intro-speech.

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Vince was only pulled away from the grandeurs when he felt a jump of fluttery excitement come from Marie. Frowning, he turned to her with a questioning expression. She was staring, a huge grin spreading on her face. Oh no... Vince noticed the two figures standing near a corridor entrance. Panic flashed. Who are they? Marie always loved to meet new people, which was fine to Vince, as long as he wasn’t dragged into it himself. Back at the manor, where everyone who entered the vicinity was either royalty or rich, he and Marie were never near anyone who was anywhere near dangerous. Here, in the “real world” as his parents described it, first meeting could mean anything could happen. Absolutely anything. Vince’s eyes glanced over the pair. It was a man and woman, obviously twins. They had the same facial features, the same eyes. No obvious signs of what creatures they might be. Well, they weren’t elves, Vincent could see from where he was standing the couple didn’t have an elf’s signature pointed ears. But other than that, they could be anyone. This is where it really begins, doesn’t it? This meeting will decide how long their residence here will have to go on.

In a second, Vince felt Marie leave his side and go skipping off towards the strangers. Here it goes. Vince already predicted what Marie was going to say before she said it. She had always loved assaulting newcomers with an onslaught of overbubbly spirit. Vince had given up long ago trying to repress her vehement crusades.

“Hello everyone!” she began. Everyone? Vince thought, staring at the only two other people in the room. What?-- Only then did he notice the two small beings fluttering above them. Faeries! He stared at them in astonishment. Wings, on insects, birds, or any other creature, he had only seen in books. And even of those there were very few. Merfolk tended to stay away from anything to do outside of water. He grinned. Wings were like tails for the air, weren’t they? But that smile lasted only until he heard his name being called. “Do you have anything to add, Vincent?”

This hit him as a surprise. Vince didn’t expect Marie to actually pull him into the introductions. She usually had the sense to leave him out of it, once he had made it clear from a young age that talking to strangers wasn’t really his area of expertise. He acted on instinct, speaking what was on his mind.

“What are you?” Vince blurted out. And then slapped himself internally. What a graceful introduction, Mr. Impetuos. But he knew it was the leading thought in both his and his sister’s minds. He was never good at small talk anyways. Vince could only hope Marie would forgive him afterwards.

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Aileen Enora Vesta- Phoenix Princess

“Yeah, I know,”
Brent's voice came from behind her, and Aila turned somewhat surprised at his gentle approach. He wasn't normally so gentle, though he was more so to herself, and never to others. She felt his arms around her, firm and unmoving and she automatically relaxed. She hadn't realised how tense she'd been, the whole situation had really started to unnerve her. The fear of living with so many enemy species was enough to make everyone nervous, however the feeling you also had to live up to their expectations of the third race was simply terrifying...and then living with the demons?
“Relax, sis. No one’s going to hurt you. I won’t let them, filthy demons or not.”
Aila gave him a gentle smile, looking up into his serious eyes. He certainly wasn't kidding, and although she supposed she should be against it, she couldn't help feel more secure. She'd forgotten; there'd be no way Brent would let anything happen to her.
Brent gave her a gentle squeeze before she wrapped her own arms around his, and leaned slightly against him.
"Thanks" she whispered "I needed that"
She gave him a warm smile, before the sound of two others entered, she immediately tensed up, and de-tangled herself from Brent's arms, to get a glimpse of the two in front of her.
The female was pretty, with straight brown hair and an over the top bubbly smile. A more tentative male stood behind her, dusty blonde hair and a strong, tanned face.
Aila eyed them warily. They talked amongst themselves, seemingly commenting on the interior of the house before the female suddenly saw them.
"Hello everyone!"
Aileen almost stepped back in surprise at the overly up beat and informal greeting.
"My name's Marie Dibson. I represent the merpeople at this meeting. And this is my brother, Vincent. He's a merperson too. We look forward to getting to know you all. Do you have anything to add, Vincent?"
At the mention of "merpeople" Aileen automatically tensed up, and her face hardened. No doubt her eyes showed her fear, and wouldn't fool anyone.
"Vincent" didn't look too impressed by his sister asking him about his opinion. He didn't seem like the confrontational sort.
"What are you?"
Aileen stared at him in shock before controlling herself, and forcing her expression to return to neutral. No matter how...rudimentary they seemed, they were still royalty, and as much as the idea of water concerned her, actually, terrified her, she had to control herself.
"We are the Phoenix representatives." Aileen managed to say stiffly "My name is Aileen Enora Vesta, and this is my brother, Brenton Aedus Vesta"
Even if the merfolk were not going to keep to formalities, Aileen certainly was. It was expected. Perhaps the lower races had not been taught correctly.
Aileen glanced uneasily at Brent. He would not take kindly to these people interrupting. She gave them a slight nod of acknowledgment before starting to walk off, giving Brent a pleading look not to say anything.

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Brenton Aedus Vesta, Phoenix Prince


Brent was beginning to feel Aila relaxing in his arms, which in turn calmed the protective instinct in him. He could feel that more than just he and his sister were present, but paid it no mind. Who they were, and more importantly, what they were, would be revealed soon enough. As his sister thanked him, twisting her head slightly to present him with a smile, Brenton returned it with a little one of his own. “You’re welcome,” he whispered back but soon felt her tense all over again as his ears caught the sound of the door being opened. He sighed, a bit irritated at the interruption, but let go of his sister the second she started moving to turn. He, however, merely turned his head slightly, not really caring for the extra company. He had a feeling his sister was going to regret keeping him cooped up in this place – he was only going to screw things up, and the worst part was that he didn’t even give a rat’s ass.

The second Aila left his arms entirely, he moved to casually cross them over his chest, watching her reaction to the newcomers. She seemed careful, which was good – he had always appreciated his sister’s sense of caution. Something he realized the newcomer girl didn’t have as she saw them and started babbling. Brent raised an eyebrow and took a step to bring him in position next to his sister from whom he could sense not only prudence, but fear at the mention of blasted half-fish. Great, first people they meet, and then they were merfolk. Could life get any better? He did not touch Aila, knowing she didn’t want to seem weak in front of the others, so instead he merely gave the two an indifferent, cold stare, letting them know he was not a fan. The prince had remained quiet, seemingly a little awkward at the situation, which Bren thought slightly humorous, considering his sister’s ignorant, foolish approach.

He personally felt like ripping out her throat this immediate second, just to keep more words from spilling. Even her voice was a cause of aggravation. But he refrained, mostly because he didn’t feel like washing blood out of his clothes. When the guy finally spoke, Brent smiled wryly, amused at his floundered words. Well, at least he now knew why the guy hadn’t spoken so far. He was even worse than his sister, not that he didn’t expect such ways from merfolk. Water-loving imbeciles. “Real smooth,” he muttered and glanced at his sister. She looked pensive though she bravely attempted to hide the fear with a hard mask. It didn’t really work for her, but it sure was a little comical. She also appeared a bit perplexed at the words from the water-twins, a feeling he could understand.

His lips curled into a slight smirk, noting the polite, formal nature of his sister’s words, made even more so by the fear still obvious in her eyes. He didn’t understand her fear entirely. Okay, so water sucked, but the two were pretty much at the bottom of the hierarchy, and honestly they appeared much less than menacing. Brent, despite their affinity with water, felt no fear. No, Brent did just fine with disdain towards the two. The fact that she introduced him as well as herself informed him that she wanted to get away from these idiots as much as he. Finally, something the two could agree upon. As she glanced at him, he knew she wanted him to keep quiet, but this time he wasn’t going to listen. A little warning for the two creatures would do good. So his vividly blue eyes landed upon the girl, Marie, as his lips curved just enough to form a cold smile. He could feel his sister starting to move away from him, and would follow her soon, but for now, he didn’t even look.

“So here are a bit of groundrules, if you guys would like to stay alive for more than a day in this place,” he started. “It’s simple really. You don’t look at us, you don’t speak to us, and should you find yourselves in the same room as myself or my sister, I would have you leave. I have no patience for water loving half-fish who only posses the wits of a stone and I would not have you near my sister either. Got it?” He said, his eyes growing cruel as he turned gaze towards the male, Vincent and let a slight current of fire exit his mouth, a little bit of warning supporting his words. Then he closed his mouth, face suddenly without expression, turned and walked with his sister. “C’mon, Aila, let’s check out those rooms,” were his final words as he walked up the stairs, soon bypassing his sister in moving away from the merfolk, again, not because he was scared, but their presence alone bothered him. Infuriating little creatures.

As the couple reached their rooms, Brent pulled to a stop before hers and opened the door for her, acting the gentleman, even though he obviously wasn’t one. “You gonna be alright?” He asked, a little bit softer than his usually so indifferent tone. He knew she was probably annoyed with him about the stunt he’d pulled downstairs, but he held no warm feelings towards them, he didn’t give a shit as long as they stayed away, and honestly… she should be happy, as Brent was pretty certain the two had gotten the message, and he knew she feared them for their nature. He didn’t – he just didn’t like them. Again, he did not hate the two. Hate was too strong a feeling for the phoenix male to experience, but he cared not for their company, that was certain.

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Pan Arton


Pan stayed close to his sister. His words may not have been enough to soothe her, but hopefully his presence was enough. As Venus grabbed his hand, he could feel the tension from it slipping away. Soon after, she began to ask him something, but she never got the chance to finish. Whatever it was, he knew that she'd bring it up again if it was really important.

At that moment, another pair of twins had entered. It was impossible to identify them simply by their looks, but fortunately, he didn't have to rely on that for so long. Almost immediately, the girl began speaking. He was able to learn so much about the two from so little. Their names were Marie and Vincent, and they were merpeople. One was obviously a 'people person', maybe a little too perky for her own good, and they other was a bit timid and socially awkward. Even though the two of them appeared to be as different as could possibly be, they both appeared to be fish out of literal water with no idea what they were doing.

But what really interested Pan the most was the phoenixes adverse reaction. It was almost immediate. The female reacted as if in fear. The male reacted with a lot of hostility. It was a strange reaction, especially from a greeting so kind and cordial. Even Pan hardly ever responded to friendly greetings with death threats. Of course, he figured it was because of their races. Water and fire just don't mix.

Pan grinned as he witnessed the situation unfold, and not a pleasant grin. The poor mermaids, ignorant of the position they are now in, becoming instant enemies without ever having to do a single thing wrong, and the hot-tempered phoenixes, ready to blow up at just the slightest provocation. And these were only two of the hostile chemicals present in this chemistry lab. If Pan moved all the pieces together in just the right way in just the right timing, he could create an explosive reaction that would surely liven up this prison sentence. He frowned again as he turned towards his sister. Did he really want to cause trouble and risk getting Venus caught in the blast? This he had to think about.

In the meantime, he noticed the phoenixes walking away. He turned towards his sister. "What do you want to do next? Follow the phoenixes? Stay with the mermaids? Find someone else to spy on? Or go check out our rooms? You've got lots of options here. Take your pick. It's all up to you." He offered.

Marie Dibson


Marie waited in anticipation after finishing her speech, waiting for the other couple to make their response. Vincent threw in a question of his own. Marie shot him a very encouraging nod, as if saying 'good question. You're doing great.'

The female spoke first. She gave their names and revealed that they were phoenixes. Marie's smiled widened even further, if that's even possible, at this revelation. She was very fascinated about the phoenixes based on the very little she knew about them. They were fire birds. That was about it. But that was enough for Marie. She'd never actually seen a fire before, or birds other than the occasional seagull. So this was an amazing opportunity.

Next, the male spoke up, and there was something in his tone and words that didn't please Marie. She couldn't really process hostility, so the best she could describe the attitude of the phoenix was 'grumpy', as if he had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed and needed some time to cool off. Then the two stormed off, leaving the merfolk without a rebuttal. It was an odd way to end a conversation, Marie thought, without even saying good bye or have a nice day. But if this was the way they do things on land, she wasn't going to fight it. But she wasn't going to compromise her own ideals either.

"It was nice meeting you!" She shouted as they both walked off. She turned and smiled at his brother. "You did great." She encouraged. She knew it was tough for Vincent. She could sense it. But it wouldn't have done any favors if he just remained quiet and refused to talk to anyone. Especially if he was going to become the next king, he had to learn to come out of his comfort zone and make relations with others. Not that Marie cared about the political stuff. She just thought it was nice to be able to talk to people. She didn't quite understand her brother, and it wasn't for a lack of trying. It seemed unusual to get nervous around strangers, because you're just as much a stranger as they are to you. And once you get to know them, you're no longer strangers, and both your worlds just got a little bit bigger.

"They were nice." Marie added. "I could tell. It's not necessarily there on the surface, but underneath, they're very kind people. I'm sure they're just a little tired from their trip. I'm sure they have nothing against us personally. It might take a while, but eventually, they'll warm up to us." After a silent beat, Marie started to chuckle. "Get it? Warm up? Because they're fire birds. I'm so funny. I should tell them that one the next time I see them. That'll get them to like us."

As she rambled, and her eyes wandered around the room, they finally landed on the sheet of paper hanging on the wall by the door. "Oh look, Vincent! Our names are here!" She went over to the wall and read it. "Looks like we're on the ground floor along with the faeries and the vampires. Don't they sound delightful? The adorable faeries and the...something...vampires. I don't know what vampires are, exactly, but I'm sure they're very friendly. What do you say, Vincent? Want to go meet them?"

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Venus Melissa Arton, Fairy Princess


Venus couldn’t help a sweet smile when the merperson prince asked “what are you?”, however she didn’t miss the fact that he’d been looking directly at her. This worried her. People were not supposed to notice her and Pan – not while they were still so little. It was a discomforting thought, and it made her clench onto her brother even more, her hand squeezing his slightly. Her brother didn’t seem too impressed with the bubbly and slightly awkward introductions, but she knew he was soaking up every bit of information freely given, just like she was. As the scene unfolded before her, the phoenixes reacting with respectively fear and hostility, she could practically feel the webs being spun in her brother’s mind, causing her to shoot him a look. He was smiling the exact smile she’d suspected he would. This meant he was going to cause some trouble among the other, however, the smile faded when he looked at her soft features and frowned instead.

He was probably worrying about her again, but she didn’t quite know why. She’d have to ask him what was going on. At the fire-display of the Phoenix Prince, Venus flew closer to her brother, half-way hiding behind him, shaking a little out of shock. Venus wasn’t afraid of fire itself, but wielded by the right person, it was no pleasant thing, and this prince did not seem very agreeable. He scared her a little, honestly, even with Pan’s hand in hers. She soaked up the myriad of impressions and information flooding her, but stayed safely behind her brother, peeking over his shoulder at the merfolk after the Phoenixes left, laughing softly at the mermaid yelling that it was nice meeting the duo. Her gaze, however, soon got redirected towards her brother as he turned and spoke directly to her. She smiled at him, loving that he’d just go along with whatever she wanted to do. She supposed he could feel her need of him, something she greatly appreciated.

At the same time, she detected talking among the mermaid, however and put a single finger in front of her mouth, motioning for her twin to keep quiet. She was curious as to the mermaid princess. No one could possibly be that clueless. There was just no way. She once more peeked over Pan’s shoulder, squinting slightly as if that would help her hear the couple. As she listened in on the conversation between the two, she laughed at Marie, puzzled at their resemblances, albeit the mermaid was a bit more naïve than herself, Venus always did believe in the best in people too. Even though her joke was absolutely terrible, Venus found herself warming towards the creature. With the prince of the Phoenixes she had found that his good side was shown in the protectiveness he took on with his sister. He reminded her of Pan in that fashion. The thought made her shoot her twin a warm smile, even as she still listened to the couple.

When they moved towards the fairies, Melissa was just about to tell her brother that they should go, but kept quiet for some reason. She wanted to know their reaction to their floor-mates, maybe, or perhaps she just liked the company of the others, and well, okay, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do yet, so hovering around the entrance hall seemed like a pretty good idea at the moment. She found herself smiling widely at the notion that fairies were ‘adorable’. Words from the mermaid obviously and glanced at Pan, who would probably find the word pretty degrading. She was going to try and keep this mermaid princess safe from her brother, though. Pan could be so terribly mean sometimes, and she already knew he was planning something. However, for the time being, her curiosity towards the merfolk had been sated. She was glad, and found herself appreciating the fact that the two were going to be sharing floor with her and her brother. It didn’t make her feel safe, but it did make her feel welcome.

She looked from the merfolk to the stairs and then moved her gave to look Pan, smiling warmly at him, her blue-green eyes sparkly and beautiful, blonde hair moving with her head. They probably should introduce themselves to all the others, which meant they had to change shape, and then put on some clothes, as the latter had been shed on the beach and forgotten. Lissa wasn’t going to get it. It was just a simple, white dress, nothing all that special. She had about a million dresses, and was pretty used to throwing them away whenever she randomly felt like changing. There would be plenty of time for spying on everyone later too, though they’d have to be more careful with their clothes; people would be more prone to be on the look-out if clothes were lying about randomly. It was a tad suspicious.

She shook her head a little, sending a smile in the direction of the merpeople. “I like them,” she said, glancing back at her brother, still smiling. “And I think we should probably make formal introductions… or at least introductions,” she added, laughing softly. “I don’t want to be last to meet everyone… that would suck. How about we go to our rooms, change and then meet everyone? Then we can spy some more on everyone afterwards.” Her smile widened at her last words, loving the fact that they were able to become tiny enough to enter any room and listen in on every conversation. Lissa loved being a fairy. Why would anyone ever want to be anything else?

Just after the words left her mouth, Lissa was flying once more, dragging Pan along with her till they reached their rooms. Then she stopped, wings fluttering to keep her in the air. “Here we are,” she noted, voice chipper. “Me first, then you.” Then she flew into her room, her brother still attached to her by hand. She had no qualms changing in front of him. They were fairies, being naked for a little while until you got to put on clothes, was natural. No one frowned on that, ever. She was guessing the shapeshifters were like that as well. She couldn’t imagine what a bother it would be if she had to hide every time she changed into her bigger form. It would take forever, is what it would. It was a nice arrangement, because it meant that he could be in her room as she changed back, staying near her. She didn’t want him leaving her side even for a second.

As soon as Venus found herself in the middle of her room, she took time enough to look around, squealing joyfully as she instigated her change. “Look at it, Panny! It’s gorgeous!” The silvery tones of her room were beautiful, and the big bed looked soft and fluffy. She loved the amount of mirrors, reflecting the shining quality of the furniture. Her smile was still big as her transformation ended, leaf-dress gone, leaving her completely naked. She looked around her, eyes brightening when she caught sight of a closet and moved to find herself some change of clothes. It didn’t take her long to dress herself in this before she turned to her brother, doing her hair all the while.

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Marie Dibson Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta Character Portrait: Vincent James Dibson

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Aileen Enora Vesta- Phoenix Princess

Aila stiffened slightly as she walked off and felt Brent's presence stay exactly where it was. Her whole body tensed, before she turned back to him, a new kind of fear lighting up her eyes. She twisted around, her face going pale and was about ask him to come before he cut her off, spewing words forth like there was no tomorrow.
The next minute he let flame out of his mouth. Aila's face showed her shock. Sure she was expecting him to explode, but the fire? That was not done, not even to people who you had great disdain for, which was evidently the case.
She found herself frozen in a mixture of horror and embarrassment as Brent walked past her casually suggesting they check out their rooms.
Her mouth was still open slightly from when she was about to rebuke Brent, so she quickly shut it, glancing in the direction of Marie's face to see her reaction. Surprisingly, the girl didn't seem to have much of a reaction...but Vincent. Aila felt the colour rising to her cheeks. As much as she both feared and didn't like the merpeople, Brent's little showcase was unacceptable. Her cheeks were an aflamed red colour, her eyes giving off an apologetic look. She half opened her mouth to utter an apology, when she remembered Brent was halfway up the stairs. She couldn't have him in this state meeting anyone else. She gave one apologetic glance behind her before hurrying after him.
"It was nice meeting you!"
Aila found herself jerking to a stop, pausing in shock, her hand just raised above the banister, before continuing to follow Brent up the stairs. She felt awful about the whole thing. She still didn't like the two of them, but at the moment Brent's behaviour was more of a concern. In that moment she had almost found herself grateful to Marie for overlooking Brent's tirade.
When they finally made it to the first floor, Brent pulled open the door for her almost as thought that would make up for his behaviour upstairs.
She stiffly walked past him, with a rigid back, flinching at his question. Was she going to be alright? In her current emotional state she didn't even notice the gentle tone.
"What do you think Brent?" She couldn't keep the hint of anger out of her voice. She rarely got to the stage of yelling, but she was close at the moment. Oh so close. "In the first fifteen minutes I now have enemy's to contend with"
Now the anger was starting to die down, the fear was starting to come out. She didn't want to talk to him at the moment. She desperately tried to hold herself together as she turned to him.
"Would be a good time to have a fly" she managed to say, her voice low, barely keeping her emotions in check. He'd better take the hint and go off to his own room and leave her for a bit. And he'd better not change in the middle of the hall or she'd lose it.
With that she shut the door. Yes, he'd be mad probably, but at the moment Aileen was too, so he would have to handle it. She leaned her back against the door, taking in a deep breath, trying to quell the feeling of losing it. She hadn't come into this place dumb. She'd known sooner or later Brent would have an argument, but she'd at least hoped that she'd be able to meet the people first and give them a cordial first impression.
She leaned her head against the door before finally taking in her room. Truly it was nice. The colour scheme suited her, and nothing seemed overly flammable…
She felt herself start to lose it as a single tear trickled down her face. She couldn't help it. The whole thing was messed up. She was supposed to be giving the Phoenix's a good name, not messing up in the fist day. She already missed home. There Brent could be himself and she could feel like she belonged and was worth something. She quickly brushed away the tears and tried to quell her feelings, taking in a shuddering breath. Now was not the time to panic or go into hysteria.
She carefully looked in the room. Taking it all in. She was used to nice living areas being third rank, however she was still quite impressed with the tastefully decorated living quarters. She slowly made her way into the bathroom, looking over white dress, and then down at her shoes. She frowned slightly. She needed to get changed and organise herself better.
She quickly went over to the wardrobe. Pulling out another simple white dress. It had a tightly fitted, boned corset from which a simple skirt fell down to the ankles. The lacing at the back was done with a dark red ribbon, again matching with her hair. She carefully put it on enjoying the lack of sleeves, giving her a sense of freedom. It went well with her fair skin. Finding her hair annoying, Aileen went over to the bathroom. She carefully pinned it on top of her head. Each pin finished with a simple diamond. Her hair was carefully arranged, everynow and then light hitting the diamonds sending out a small ray of light. She left her fringe out and removed her shoes. She wasn't one for shoes, and preferred bare feet. She was sure a few other races would agree, so it shouldn't be an issue.
After finally sorting herself out, she went over to the window gazing over the new landscape.

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Delroy Figaro Quirin Character Portrait: Emmaline Quirin Character Portrait: Damon Asher Chamberlain Character Portrait: Marie Dibson Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta Character Portrait: Desiree Chamberlain Character Portrait: Vincent James Dibson

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Vincent Dibson

Vince, still annoyed with his own introduction, could only be surprised to the way the girl reacted to him and his sister. She seemed terrified of them. What for? Vincent didn’t consider himself particularly intimidating, and Marie was anything but that. But, then again, what did these creatures hear of the merfolk back home? When the girl said her name and race, it made sense. Although Vince never witnessed it with his own eyes, he knew the fundamentals that fire and water don’t mix. Is that why she was afraid of them? Because they live in water? Vince thought this to be completely irrational. Aileen seemed nice enough though, even if she was tensed up.

When her brother spoke up, however, Vince knew in an instant he’s going to be trouble. As Brent sent a cold smile at Marie, Vince stepped in front of her, a sense of protection and tension building up inside of him. He didn’t like this phoenix. He was a threat. When he started talking, Vince’s eyes narrowed, in anger and confusion. Is this a rank thing? Vince never really cared about the merfolk’s status in the ranks. If no one bothered them, why should he? But Brent was crossing the line. Who the hell did he think he was?

When he blew fire, Vince nearly stumbled back in shock. The feeling of intense heat and dryness startled him. Now Vince was confused. What’s this guy’s problem? Aileen sent across an apologetic look before following her brother up the stairs. Vince felt a strange connection to her. He and Aileen shared one important thing in common. They both seemed to be chasing their out of control siblings, trying to keep them from embarrassing themselves and the people around them. He gave a small shrug to her unspoken apology, which meant, It doesn’t really matter. He was about to answer to Brent’s receding form, when Marie beat him to it. “It was nice meeting you!”

Vince’s stomach dropped. “Marie, what am I going to do with you?” He said to himself, looking sadly at his sister. He tried to protect her as best he can, but he knew she’d always go slipping out of his grasp like the little fish she was. He zoned out as Marie started rambling, glancing absentmindedly at the sheet that hung on the wall. Vince decided he’d try to talk to his sister, to open her eyes to the situation. Before he could say anything though, new voices broke in.

Turning, he noticed two other pairs coming towards them, one from the staircase and one from the entrance. He guessed the conversation would have to wait then... He glanced up at the two pairs. The first, who already introduced themselves as werewolves Desiree and Asher, surprised him greatly. These were werewolves? Vince had always pictured werewolves as intimidating, unstable and sullen, not as friendly and welcoming as these two appeared to be. Thankfully not everyone in this mansion was a replica of Brent.

The others, coming down from the stairwell, seemed strange. The way they held themselves reminded Vince of some of the Lords and Ladies he’d seen at royal balls back in the sea, with superior looks on their faces and the flaunting steps. These were the kind of people that made Vince feel incredibly uneasy.

Hearing Desiree’s question, he answered with a bit more thought than the first introduction they made. “I’m Vincent Dibson, and this is my sister, Marie. We’re the merfolk.”

He looked at his sister, letting her once again take the reins over the conversation. Vince was never one for small talk.

He glanced at the werewolf princess. She seemed just as at ease and happy about this predicament as Marie. Vince could see the two becoming close friends, and smiled. It wasn’t like Marie couldn’t make friends in an instant, but it made Vince happy to know that there were other people in this mansion with just as much enthusiasm as she has. Asher seemed nice enough as well, Vince thought with a bit of relief. Not as alarming as he thought the creatures of the night would be.

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Venus Melissa Arton Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta Character Portrait: Pan Arton

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Brenton Aedus Vesta, Phoenix Prince


Brent kept unusually quiet as his sister ranted away. Enemies-smenemies, who cared? Well, obviously a certain Phoenix Princess did… she really should get over that soon. It got tiring. She was nagging him, like he’d suspected she would, and he let her without any snide remarks, mostly because he could tell she was on the verge of breakdown. After practically ordering him to leave her alone, she shut the door in his face. It caused a wry smile to adorn his otherwise hard, yet strangely innocent features. That was another thing, Brent could have a cold gaze, he could appear menacing, but fact remained that his face did not have hard lines like many other guys his age had. No, Brent had been cursed with an innocent-looking face. Luckily the rest of him imposed enough of a threat that it didn’t matter, and his uncaring, cold, blue eyes made up for his soft facial features.

He watched his sister’s door for a little, thinking her words over. Perhaps he could have been a little more considerate of her, but he hadn’t really managed to care much. He supposed it was sort of an issue, but again… he didn’t care. It frustrated him at times, because for some reason he didn’t like disappointing Aila. He always, always, always managed to though, and sometimes – rarely, yes – it imposed this strange feeling of guilt in him. The young prince sighed, thinking of his sister once more. Nah, he hadn’t done anything wrong. She was just over-reacting, again… as always. Why’d she insist on doing that? He smiled another wry smile, ironically amused by his sister. He didn’t speak to her though, didn’t knock. He merely turned around to walk inside his own room. It was nice, he supposed. Red and black, though a little feminine. Ah well, perhaps they’d merely tried to capture some fiery colours. Brent wasn’t your usual Phoenix, though. Not by a long shot. One only needed to look at his dyed hair to understand that much.

Shutting the door behind him, Brent undressed, shedding clothes at a fast pace unknown to many. Being the way he was, however, Brent was pretty good at just tearing it off. It was part of helping him get rid of these burning feelings or irritation and captivity. He thought he might go mad if he stayed inside much longer, so in a matter of seconds, Brent, fuelled by the raging inside him, sprouted feathers; yellow, orange, red. All kinds of fiery nuances, his face reshaping as well as his body; bones becoming hollow to make his weight slighter, arms becoming wings. The transformation didn’t hurt much anymore, not with all the practice he’d had. Now a bird, Brent’s keen sight focused on the window, suddenly frustrated that he hadn’t thought to open one. Back home, his windows were always open, so he wasn’t used to having to think of little things like that.

Instead the beautiful, grant bird made its way to the window and managed to force a window open with his beak. He smiled inwardly as he felt the wind on his face. Then he jumped onto the windowpane and set off, wings expertly carrying him further into the air, the pent-up frustrations evaporating with the air under his wings. It was a wonderful feeling – one that almost made the young prince giddy, if such a feeling could ever be used to describe a mood of his. The huge wings brought Brent as far up as possible, until he was stopped by the force-field. At that point, his irritation came back sevenfold. He was captured; a bird in a cage. There was nothing Brent despised more. And here he’d thought taking a fly would help. No… it had only made matters worse. He was going to be a pain to everyone during their entire stay. He couldn’t see himself growing fonder of the place every. All he wanted was to get out of there, but he lacked the finness to do things the proper way (or maybe he was just too impatient), so instead, the young prince would otherwise force things along. He almost smiled as his plan began to take form.


Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


At Pan’s comments to her dress, Lissa’s mood sunk slightly, her gaze moving to her feet. Was it really too formal? She just thought it was cute… and the Phoenix princess had been pretty formal too. Perhaps more people were also? Her smile had disappeared. Pan could so very easily bring her down, because she valued his opinion so much. So one negative word from him was often enough to crash her entire, little world. His voice worried her too. It was so cold suddenly. She didn’t like it when he turned cold like that. She knew he didn’t want to meet the others; she knew he was only doing it for her, but he didn’t exactly have to be so moody about it. They were going to have to at one point or another, anyways. And she wanted to talk to the mermaids – the princess seemed really nice. And then there was elves and nymphs. She was pretty excited to meet both of those races. Probably not people her darling brother would like, but they were the races resembling their own the most.

Then Pan turned things around, telling her she looked great, which causes a smile to spread yet again, her bright eyes peeked up at ham once more, mood instantly improving. Yes, so Lissa was a little bipolar, but it wasn’t bad, because she always returned to happy in no time. When her brother then flew out of her room, heading towards his own to change, she started walking in the same direction, feeling a little uneasy being in her human form. She much preferred the faerie one, but she’d have to deal. She had to get used to these people at one point or another, and to do that, she had to move out of her comfort-zone. Besides, it would help massively once her brother turned too. As he called out a teasing note about vampires, the princess stuck out her tongue. “Oh, haha… you’re so funny.” She did laugh though, seeing as no vampires were near. However, still a little frightened, the girl sped up and entered her brother’s room just as he began changing. She leaned against the door, not wanting to leave yet and watched him. Her standing in the way would keep her brother from rushing things.

His room was much darker than hers, though she loved the lights under the bed. His room was more like a sparkly, lit night sky. It made her smile, watching Pan quickly turn human. “It’s perfect for you,” she noted, “not much different from home.” After Pan had finished dressing himself, she watched him as he walked to the door and began asking her questions about what she wanted to do. She laughed softly. That was her Panny, always so damn eager to get things over with. “Can we wait a little?” she asked him softly, a little, sweet smile on her lips paired with an innocent, careful glint in her eyes. “I need to speak with you a little.” She stated, looking up her brother’s face, her eyes meeting his. “Firstly… um, would you mind it terribly if I stayed with you tonight? And… uh, probably the next couple of night too. I don’t want to be alone,” she realized she was sounding like a little girl, but in many ways she was. Lissa had always been the baby of the family, and she lived up to that with her personality and slight lack of maturity. “Please?” she added. Pan would probably let her, but she still wanted the extra incentive. None of her brothers had ever been able to withstand her big, blue-green, pleading puppydog eyes.

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Character Portrait: Aileen Enora Vesta Character Portrait: Delroy Figaro Quirin Character Portrait: Emmaline Quirin Character Portrait: Juliet Reyes Character Portrait: Marie Dibson Character Portrait: Leonardo Reyes

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Leo Reyes

Leo could see by the expression on his sister's face that she was worried about something. Or nervous. It was rare that he saw her like this, but he could understand why at this moment in time, she might be feeling slightly anxious. They had never interacted with any other species other than Elves -they had been kept in the safety of the Elvish realm for their entire lives, and they had believed that to be a good thing. However, now, it seemed as if it was backfiring on them. The other races had to have met before, as most of them were free spirits, compared to the two members of the Elven royalty. He gave his sister a quick, reassuring smile as she stood there, giving herself the once over in the mirror. Then, she had turned around to face him, and was straightening out his tie - she knew how irritated he got by the smallest little details being out of place - his parents had even joked in the past that he might have some symptoms of OCD. However, everyone knew that Elves didn't get any human diseases, and this was probably impossible, but it was still an eyeopener for him.

His mouth twitched slightly at the though of reminding Jules like their father. His father was his role model, for all sense and purposes. He was supposed to be, in theory, because he was their King, but he was such a kind and caring man that how anyone could hate him was beyond the young Elven prince's mind. "Like Dad, eh? I'm not going grey, am I?" He joked with her, his mouth however void of a smile as he did so. Soon, he was following his sister down the hallway towards the stairs, and descended them the same way that he had ascended - with a regal sense that could only have come from the Elves. He had to walk around another two people standing on the stairs, with their heads held high, the male staring cruel down at the rest of them, greeting them. However, the walked around with a false pretense, he could already sense that. They had a faint scent of dust, as bad as that sounded, which probably meant they came from one of the lower down races, like werewolves or genies. So why were they acting... oh they were Genies. Understandable then. He didn't say anything about their falseness as he passed them, and walked down to stand next to his twin.

"Hello," He repeated, giving a curt nod of his head to those that were there, hoping that the genie had stopped talking, and he wasn't interrupting, "My name is Leonardo Reyes, more commonly known as Leo, and this is my dear sister, Juliet. We are here to represent the Elven community. Who might you be, if you do not mind me asking?"



Emmy Quirin

Emmy was too busy laughing at her brother's failed vampire glare to notice the stroppy red-head walking past in much detail, she just saw a flick of red passing past the door. Her mind however was more focused on the scheme that they had come up with, and that they were going to be settling into their roles very soon. She shrugged back to her brother when he looked at her in confusion for a moment, and she had the same little epiphany that he did - the red head and the boy that had followed her definitely weren't the right people to be showing their facade to right now, so she went back to ignoring them again, and focusing instead on becoming a vampire. They had never pulled a prank as drastic as this before, so she was going to have to put all of her emotions into it. "Right, let's do it." She grinned mischievously to her brother as he stood at the door, gesturing for her to get up and leave with him.

She noticed the same two people that her brother did as she descended the stairs, and stood behind him. She looked at him for a moment, her expression one of disgust. She hated people that were really that chirpy; but she could see it in the girl's eyes that she was one of those really happy people. Lovely. she was going to be so fun to be around. As quickly as Del had done, Emmy's eyes turned to stone, and her mouth closed, holding in that trademark smile that was usually on her face, and replacing it with a hard smirk, her lips pressed together tightly. This was going to be so much fun. She was a fantastic liar, it came with her genetics, but putting it into action with people that she had never been around before? Oh god yes. Only for a moment were they the highest ranking species in the room, until the Elves descended. For a moment a surge of panic ran through her - their plan was going to be destroyed already. She saw the male elf look at her in confusion, before he continued on and introduced himself. Phew, they had gotten through that one!

"Hello." She spoke after her brother, nodding regally in the direction of those beneath her.