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Celina Delmar

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a character in “Sponsor Me”, as played by ChristyLovesYou

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Celina - one of the seven daughters of Atlas who were transformed by Zeus into stars of the Pleiades constellation
Delmar - of the sea






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|Role|
Empathic Vampire Sponsor

|Gender|
Female

|Age|
20 (College Sophomore)

|Physical Description|
Celina is a tall lean girl. She stands at about 5'7" and weighs 128 lbs. She's a slow eater, and only eats when she's hungry, and stops when she's full. She's a good size for her height, not just skin and bone. She has feminine curves, and a generally hourglass figure. She tries to have good posture, unless she's really tired, then she'll slouch. She has dark brown - almost black hair and pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn’t make a big deal about itself. Her dark brown locks cascade down to the middle of her back, which she regularly runs a brush through in the morning, but doesn't do much more for it. She's one of those people who don't focus too much on her appearance, but her hair always seems to be 'messy-neat-perfect'. She has generally long eyelashes, which she loves about herself. Something she doesn't like is the way her hips stick out a bit. It may not be noticeable or a bad thing, but she doesn't really like it.

As for clothing she isn't very extravagant. Mostly she wears darker blues, greys, purples, reds, greens, and black. They make her eyes pop more in her opinion, and again she doesn't care as much of what people think of how she looks. She's usually found wearing thin strap tank tops, skinny jeans, and a hoodie. Other than that she'll wear some sort of uniform for work.




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|I can...|
Act as a human icepack for her friends in the summer time or when you've got a headache because of my constantly cold hands. It's natural but it takes skill to be a cool skinned as me..
Tell you what horror movies are good and bad.. I have a vast knowledge of horror films and I enjoy distributing it on movie nights.
Can tie a cherry stalk into a bow with just my tongue.
I have great aim! From spitting a cherry stone in the bin to shooting a hoop I rarely miss. (That includes throwing sweets up in the air and catching them in my mouth)
Bake pretty well, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, ect.
Probably beat you in a staring contest.

|But I can't...|
Cook toast. It always burns.
Start fires. Even lighters I have trouble with.
Sit still for too long.
Keep a straight face.
Run for long amounts of time.
Stay up all night and expect to be at my full happiness the next day.




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|Personality|
Celina is possibly one of the friendliest girls you'll meet. Her childish-like attitude makes her almost cuddly and adorable at times because of her determined optimistic outlook on things. Situations as well as people, she tries to find good in everything, and believes everyone deserves a second chance. She's easily forgiving, and always gives the benefit of the doubt in any conflict. She's very outgoing and confident, and almost always has a bright and cheery smile. She's sweet, kind and caring, and basically greets everyone with open arms unless they've proven they don't deserve it. Her fun loving nature seems to put a bounce in her light steps, and she seems to just glow and radiate happiness when she's feeling lively. She likes to live in the moment, and taking chances and risks wouldn't be surprising of her. She enjoys a thrill or a rush whenever she can, and she's unlikely to say no to anyone. She may be a bit wild, but once you get to know her and you're more comfortable around her then you'll probably love her. At first she may come of as crazy, because she likes to instantly befriend anyone she meets, even if they're a bit more cautious about her. She likes keeping everyone uplifted, and that also means occasionally getting others to do crazy things with her. Every morning she wakes up with basically nothing planned. She lets things happen, and goes about her day a bit randomly. This also comes back to bite her when she "doesn't feel like" showing up for work. Also, while working if she finds something she likes, she'll probably take it. This has lead to many jobs being lost.
When it comes down to it, she'll easily drop her wild act if anyone needed help. She has a soft spot for basically anyone in noticeable physical or emotional pain. She's a good listener when she knows when to shut up, and she'll give her best shot at advice when asked. She doesn't usually share her personal stories about similar situations unless she's asked, but she always lends an open hand to help, and a comfy couch in her living room to sleep on.

|I like...|
White roses
Certain smells
Trees
Pictures
Falling asleep on the couch
Spring
Summer
Winter
Fall
Outdoors (in moderation)
Being warm
Cold things
Long hair
Pancakes
Watching movies

|But I don't like...|
Needles
Certain sounds
Bananas
Sleeping
Being told to 'grow up'
Math
Long distance running
Being bored

|Crush|
None yet..




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|History|
Celina was born in the outskirts of a small country town. She was the youngest of seven, the oldest being 15 when she was born. Her mother and father owned a ranch, and had been working on it since before any of them were born. Celina's childhood was somewhat careless and all fun because she mostly ran around and played with her siblings. She still went to school though, and the kids would walk to school together that was down the road. She spent most of her days outside though, no matter the season. She liked to play games, but above all she daydreamed constantly. She was a bit of a spacey kid, which had her parents worried, but it eventually proved to not be too much of a problem. All her life she's been a bit influenced by her crazy older siblings, who were a bit wild. Being the youngest she liked to follow them around, which they didn't always like. When she was about 11, her father and mother decided they had enough money saved, and that they wanted to move somewhere closer to a city. Also, her father's health condition was causing it to be harder to work. So they sold the ranch, and moved. Her father got a relaxed job here, and her mother also found some work. The move was interesting, and even before then the house's occupants were declining. In their new, smaller home, there was just a family of five. Her four oldest siblings were all above the age of 20. She felt a bit lonely, which is probably why she became known as so friendly. She loved making friends because she hated being alone. She loved interacting with others in almost any way. As the years progressed, it became just her and her parents when she was 13 / 14. All of her other siblings had grown up and moved out. The house was much quieter like that, and she couldn't tell if she liked it or not. Her parents at this point were 56 and 62, and were pretty tired from everything anyway. Both were lovely people, and tried to always be cheery. Her father had become a mail man, after getting tired of his job, and her mother an accountant still. Her oldest siblings were already having kids, so she was becoming an aunt, and it all seemed nice, but she still felt a bit lonely.
She began attending the University of Diversity the moment she could, and she was glad to be around a lot of people again. The kids at school weren't as accepting as her family was of course, and the girl that had become her best friend since she came there, was moving away. Celina was worried by this, knowing she would be somewhat friendless, she decided to become a sponsor. She never really understood when the social classes made it so terrible for vampires. Then again, she never really understood vampires. Her happy attitude made her friendly enough to talk to them in school, but she'd never really become good friends with one. She wasn't opposed to it, it had just never happened. Though other people she socialized with all told her it was a stupid, bad idea to join as a sponsor, she did anyway. She tried not to have her opinions swayed by them, even though it was hard. Some of them told her they wouldn't want to hang around her with a vampire. When she heard this, she was confused. At the same time she wanted to quit and keep them as her friends, she realized they weren't really that great of friends to begin with if they'd just leave her like that. With that being said, she kept her choice as to be a sponsor.

|Opinions|
TBA




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|Theme Song| Bleeding the Orchid

If life is my witness
Love is my song
If nothing means no one
Then blank, I belong
If fear conquers easy
I can lead on
Milk from the flower
Blood from the dawn

So here we are
Upon your stage
The laughs we shared
The dreams we saved

Bleeding the orchid
We're bleeding the orchid
Bleeding the orchid

Blessed my weakness
Blessed my wrongs
As hate forms the sequence
Of one by one
As freedoms die easy
We suffrage the want
There's clouds in my shower
Ghosts in my arms

Youth is where you are
Faith some sinner's child

We're bleeding the orchid
We're bleeding the orchid
Bleeding the orchid

Gilded art this silent march past triumph thru alarm
So thus charmed
Does this will stand for much?
But heart's untouched by heart's unloved

Bleeding the orchid
Bleeding the orchid
Here we are
Upon your stage
The love we share
The dreams we'll save

They're bleeding the orchid
They're bleeding the orchid
They're bleeding the orchid
Bleeding the orchid





So begins...

Celina Delmar's Story

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❝ Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination. ❞ - Mark Twain



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The air was warm, and Celina could feel the sun soaking into her very lightly tanned skin. The dark haired girl stood alone just in front of the sheltered area of the train station. Beside her sat a dark colored suitcase that she rested her elbow on the extendable handle of. On her back was a backpack stuffed full, and a duffle bag laid on the ground on the other side of her.
There was a light breeze, that whipped the stray strands of hair around her face, getting stuck on her recently glossed lips. She brushed the pieces away, and smoothed out the skirt of her dress. The green pastel sun dress stopped just above her knees, and her long silky hair rested an inch before the bow on the back of her dress. She'd bought it in the middle of the summer in a small shop by her parent's house. The little boutique had opened when she'd arrived home, but she hadn't bothered to stop in until then. It was cute and small, with a cozy feeling that came with it. Decorated with light flowy clothing that shouted spring and summer. Her and her sister had gone together, and gotten matching dresses in different colors. The memory of the small place made her miss her sister a bit, who'd left back to school about a week before.
Celina glanced around, leaning her head out a bit to let her eyes gaze down the tracks. She didn't see anything, but she was sure the train would be arriving soon. Hopefully. She was already late as it was, oversleeping and missing her first train in the morning. She felt even worse than she would've on any other day because she had decided to become a sponsor, and she'd assumed she'd be meeting her new vampire friends.
She'd always wondered about vampires, considering she'd never really known one well. She wasn't new to the university, so she was aware of their social status. She herself didn't really care about popularity or anything of that sort. She liked people as a general whole and that seemed good enough to her. She was as friendly as a playful puppy, and she loved when others were as friendly as herself. Some, those who are more reserved and quiet, occasionally get frustrated with her persistent optimistic attitude, but that doesn't discourage her. Anyone who's nice to her she's bound to return the favor. As for vampires though, her path hadn't crossed on until she made it. Her so called friends had been picking on an average student, and when Celina asked about it their excuse was that he was a vampire. She didn't like that, or the feeling she got when she thought they'd been so mean to him just because of that. She decided to become a sponsor while passing a sign up sheet. It was somewhat hidden among the other papers, and the bottom of it said "a Sponsor gets a crummy life while the Claimed Vampires get all of their dreams come true." in bold. It hadn't discouraged her, so she signed up. She'd gotten the names of her vampires, but she wasn't really aware of who they were.
A sudden alarming sound stole her attention, the train rushed in, clicking against the track. The wind swept her hair and dress to the side, and she tightened her grip on her suitcase. Once the train had come to a stop, she picked up her duffle bag and tilted her suitcase at an angle she could roll it behind her. Pacing herself a little faster than average, she made her way over to the doors. There were others boarding the train as well, but it hadn't been as crowded as she'd imagined. She boarded and took a seat somewhat near the door, knowing she'd be eager to get off. She situated her bags in a way they wouldn't be falling everywhere, and put them in a storage area. She sat down beside the window, and tried to get somewhat comfortable in the seat. She'd been on a train many times before in her life ever since she'd moved to Iowa. Before that she walked everywhere with her brothers and sisters. She stared out the window, remembering the days of carefree summers. Going back to school after a summer of fun always had an odd feeling to it. At the same time you're excited to go back and see everyone, there's a feeling of sadness of memories being put to stay in the past. She usually gets that feeling just remembering the old times, reminiscing with herself she felt a bit of a loss that none of it would ever happen again. At the same time, she knew there were only more to come.
A young girl sat across the aisle from her, who couldn't be older than six. She sat with her mother, a small baby, and two boys who looked a few years younger than the girl. The child was trying to get her mothers attention, who was trying to keep the baby asleep and calm down the two unoccupied boys. The young girl was trying to get her mother to see her picture she'd just colored, and the seemingly stressed woman looked as if she'd been having just one of those days. Seeing this, Celina leaned over to the girl, and asked "What did you color?" sweetly, giving the girl a friendly smile. The young girl's face lit up seeing that she'd gotten someones attention. The mother sent her a thankful look, and smiled as well. She held the picture out to Celina, and stood up to move across the aisle and sat beside her. The rest of their ride together they sat coloring.
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The train ride wasn't too long, and she felt relaxed and content looking out the window once the family had left to go wherever they were going. It had only take a little under two hours to get to the campus anyway, and she felt a small smile slip across her lips as the train came to a stop at her landing. She took her bags, and excitedly exited. Luckily this train station was in walking distance to the dorms, and she could probably get there in under twenty minutes.
Leaving the station, she began to walk to the campus buildings. It was still nice out, and Celina liked being outside for the most part. After stopping by the office to get her papers, she glanced over them before folding them once horizontally in half. The papers were basic, just her classes, dorm assignment, and sponsor papers. Unlike many of the other sponsors, she wanted to try this. Then again, like all of them she hadn't realized the full experience of being a sponsor.
She headed over to the vampire/sponsor dorm. The walk a bit tiring from her day as a whole, lugging around her bags, but as she approached her building, her excitement bubbled up and she forgot that she felt tired.
The excitement only lasted a few sweet moments, that is until she realized she was on the second floor. Groaning a bit under her breath, realizing she'd have to carry her bags up the stairs, she trudged into the building. She couldn't help but drag her feet, the task was daunting.
Getting up the stairs was a struggle, and if anyone else was around she hadn't really had time to say hello or introduce herself. She balanced her duffle bag with her backpack, and lifted the suitcase on wheels up one stair at a time. She reached the top, and gave herself a minute to catch her breath. With a sigh, she dragged her stuff to room #20.
Entering, she threw her stuff on her bed, and collapsed beside it. She gave herself a break of everything, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she opened them, she felt as if she'd just woken up from a deep sleep. Looking around she seemed to notice for the first time the quality of the room. So it wasn't very clean... Or well built.. and the items in it were a little used. To put it lightly that is. Instead of instantly trying to tidy everything, she left the room, knowing she wasn't yet ready to deal with that. Now to meet her vampires...

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London sighed and immediately regretted doing so as the dust she inhaled sent her into a fit of coughs that brought tears to her eyes. Can’t…breath. By the time her coughs finally died back down she was standing up and backing away from the dust-bunny infested bed. While moving backwards was a relatively easy task normally, in the decrepit room with questionable floorboards it was not so intelligent an idea.

All was well, however; at least it was up until the point that a knocking fell upon her door and it opened. The already flustered London was not prepared to meet someone new as her mind was still spinning from her previous adventure with the spectacled man. She reacted rather chaotically, and cursed herself while she did so. The hooded blonde jumped and spun around to face the boy who was introducing himself. As she did so her heel caught on a crooked floorboard and she fell backwards landing on the sooty bed. The result? An explosion that made her once relatively clear room the site for a mini dust bowl that made it relatively impossible to see much of anything.

Immediately, London’s face flushed. In part due to embarrassment but also due to the fact that she had once again proceeded to cough up a lung. I can’t believe this!? This is a nightmare! He’s going to think I’m an idiot! I am an idiot! After a moment of hacking, London finally managed to speak, albeit in a small shaky voice, “I-I…cough…I’m sorry.”


The girl's reaction was hardly one that Edmund had expected. Instead of introducing herself, she sprang up and immediately caught her foot on an object Edmund didn't have the chance to see before the girl toppled over backwards onto her bed and unleashed an explosion of dust. The dust filled the room and Edmund's lungs, causing him to cough and splutter horribly into the crook of his arm, which he tried to use to stop more dust from getting in his eyes. He flung the door behind him open and advanced to the window which he opened as wide as it would go, but not without part of the frame splintering off and lodging itself painfully in his right thumb. Edmund first plucked the splinter from his thumb and licked away the blood before sticking his head out of the window and gulping in huge breaths of fresh air. Eager to stop the situation from worsening, Malphas did his best to blow out as much dust as possible with his wings.

Edmund, with his throat itching, his eyes stinging and his thumb bleeding, turned angrily towards the fragile girl, glaring as forcefully as he could without making his eyes hurt any more. The calming effects of the tea could only last for so long. He heard a small croak escape the girl's throat, but it was too quiet for him to understand what she was saying. Malphas could tell what was about to happen, and so fluttered out of the room for reasons that someone who knew Edmund well would know.
"What are you playing at?!" Edmund snapped, his anger once again bubbling to the surface, "Was a simple greeting not sufficient?! What is wrong with you?!"


Unsurprisingly, the boy reacted rather angrily and London could hardly blame him for doing so. Even so, London couldn’t stop her obvious flinch as he barked at her nor could she keep her already downcast head from leaning further away from him in her shame. Carefully, as not to disturb the settling dust any further she climbed out of her awkward position on the bed so that she could take his verbal reprimands in a more respectable manner.

She stood up and planted her feet firmly on the ground, all too aware of the possibility of this all occurring again should she move. She looked down at her hands, which were trembling far more than they usually did. At this realization, the heat from her face slowly began to move down her neck and up her ears and her heart fluttered uncontrollably. Stop shaking! Stop shaking! She repeated the mantra to herself in a desperate attempt to soothe herself, but the more she thought about it the worse it got. When the boy finally finished his rant she lifted her head slightly trying to think of something to say. “I-I was…w-what I mean is…i-it was an…accident. I really am s-sorry.” Her voice was becoming more and more unstable as her throat and mouth slowly dried.

She wanted desperately to make eye contact with the boy, to avoid the appearance of being rude, but the mere thought of having to go through that ordeal again made her blood pulse in her ears. She did manage however to unveil just enough of her eyes to see the boys thumb. Oh no, I hurt him…I actually managed to hurt someone already! I’m the worst! Twiddling her own thumbs she bit her lip, trying to think of what to say. Apparently, she was his sponsor (though she already was failing miserably in this aspect) so she should express some concern. Maybe? Would it be wrong to express concern? It had to hurt. “Y-your t-thumb…I h-have some Band-Aids in my-“ Oh crap, my bags never made it to Iowa. All I have is my photo-ID and wallet which is hanging around my neck. A cloud of depression slowly engulfed London as she came to realize just how dreadfully this first year was starting out.


The girl stood up to face Edmund's reprimands, but hardly in a dignified manner. Her long, blonde hair concealed most of her face, but the little skin that Edmund could see was flushed bright red, and her small frame was shaking uncontrollably.
“I-I was…w-what I mean is…i-it was an…accident. I really am s-sorry.”
Even the girl's voice was trembling as she stumbled to push the words out of her mouth, and she sounded as if she were about to cry. Cry... It suddenly hit Edmund square between the eyes; he was bullying this poor girl! His anger began to dissipate and was replaced with shame. He hadn't said anything before the girl spoke up again.
“Y-your t-thumb…I h-have some Band-Aids in my-”
Edmund had no idea why she didn't finish her sentence; perhaps she'd just remembered that her plasters weren't where she had thought they were.
"I'm fine." Edmund replied, "It's not bleeding that much. I've had much worse." Edmund paused for a while and took a deep breath before he continued, "I'm sorry for shouting at you. I've just been a bit on edge recently, and all it took was something like that to set me off. Once again: I'm sorry."
"Hey there Edmund. Hello again, new neighbor. Adwin Malir, artist and empathetic vampire. Hope I'm not interrupting."
Edmund twisted his head quickly to where the sound had come from. Adwin was stood in the doorway, looking at Edmund and his sponsor.
"Adwin, how long have you been stood there for?" Edmund asked, worried that Adwin had been watching the whole scenario.


London breathed a sigh of relief when the boy told her that his injury was not bad, a small awkward smile came to her face in response to that relief. When the boy began apologizing the relief faded somewhat, she didn’t really see the need for his apology. Falling over like she did was a very klutzy and stupid thing to have done. She tried to open her mouth to say it was fine but no sound came out of her very dry mouth.

Of course, even if she had been able to force something out of her mouth it would have been interrupted by the appearance of a newcomer. Immediately her social phobia began to kick into third gear. There were two strangers in her room and the reaction her body gave her was not a positive one. She felt a stabbing pain in her stomach and had to resist the urge to curl into a ball. London did however slowly and unnoticeably hug her abdomen. I need to calm down; I’m fine, there is nothing to be worried about. He’s just…my new neighbor. He’s being nice and introducing himself. I’m fine, everything is alright. London’s attempts at soothing herself however proved only slightly effective as her stomach pain did not decrease and her voice was still lost to her. She did however manage to attempt a nod of greeting to the new boy.


Adwin simply smiled. "Well, I just got here. But I could hear you through the walls. I'm glad you're apologizing." He turned to London. "I know, the first day can really screw with your nerves. Since you're a Sponsor now, things won't get easier for you. But don't let it get you down, alright? The Witch vampires are a good bunch, in my opinion. Well, unless you don't like smoking womanizers. Then you're going to have problems." Adwin mumbled, briefly thinking of Henri. "But there's only one of those. I'm sure you'll be just fine. And hey, if you want help painting your room, I'm always available." Adwin wanted to help calm the girl's nerves down. She seemed so nervous that she'd snap at any moment. To her credit, being stuck in this place was pretty terrifying.


Rather unsurprisingly, but disappointingly, the girl didn't respond to his apology, and instead wheezed slightly and then began to panic even more once she noticed Adwin.

"Well, I just got here. But I could hear you through the walls. I'm glad you're apologizing."
Goddammit! Edmund couldn't let someone find him apologising to someone for his actions, but he was glad that it was Adwin and not somebody else. Had Henri been there he would never have lived it down. Edmund couldn't think of a good response, so he simply remained silent. His face began to flush red slightly, so he turned away to go and get a chair. When he turned around and sat down his face was still slightly red, but the blood was fading from his face.

"The Witch vampires are a good bunch, in my opinion. Well, unless you don't like smoking womanizers. Then you're going to have problems. I'm sure you'll be just fine."
Edmund smirked at Adwin's comment, but the smirk soon faded as the idea of spending yet another year with Henri sank in.
"You'll be fine if you can act sternly." Edmund added, "Said smoking womanizer is another witch vampire called Henri. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed by any margin, and certainly won't make things easier for you. He'll almost certainly try to chat you up when you meet him, hell, if I put a skirt on a tree he would chat it up! He's also a heavy smoker, so don't let him anywhere where you don't want tar clinging to the walls. He's easy to recognise, he's a few inches taller than me, has dreadlocks and a snow leopard follows him everywhere. There's also Mara. She's fairly tall, has long, blonde hair, freckles, and a grizzly bear. You'll probably find her making cow eyes at Henri and snapping at people for no obvious reason. Fortunately she'll leave you alone if you leave her alone, which is more than I can say for Henri. And then there's me. Edmund paused for a while, all this talk about people made him realise that the girl hadn't told him her name yet, "I don't believe you've told us your name."


The new boy, Adwin, was so kind to London that she wanted nothing more than to fall to her knees and cry a thank you. Of course, that was not going to happen mainly because if she fell to her knees she probably wouldn’t be able to get back up. Plus, she had the itching feeling that the boy was trying to help calm her down and crying probably wasn’t the response he wanted. Instead she forced another awkward smile onto her face and nodded a little.

Admittedly, when they mentioned she was supposed to be sponsoring a smoking womanizer her lips twitched a little. London was not very good at dealing with those types of people; fortunately those types of guys usually avoided her…okay more like they simply didn’t notice the hooded girl. (Except for the few times they caught her in one of her dance costumes…those were always awkward, embarrassing, and torturous moments in time.)

Adwin continued to speak and mentioned that he’d help her paint her room if she wanted. London couldn’t believe how fortunate she was to have such a nice neighbor and in response she managed to utter soft, “thanks.” Although, she doubted anyone could hear her.

The other boy, Edmund, spoke up next. Her shoulders dropped and head dropped a little at the statement of her needing to act sternly. That would require a high degree of psychological training and some prescription drugs. Her mood would probably have darkened at the thought if Edmund hadn’t started talking about the ‘smoking womanizer’ once more. His original remark about him trying to talk her up was a little discouraging, however, it was overshadowed by his following statement about Henri attempting to ‘talk up a tree if you put a skirt on it.’ London’s nose scrunched a little and her hands flew up to her mouth as she tried to contain a giggle; she was not very successful. Somehow, I don’t think he likes this Henri much.

Unfortunately, the moment that Edmund mentioned that the other two vampires would be followed around by a leopard and grizzly bear she nearly fell over again. What the? They’re allowed to have a grizzly bear and leopard on campus- wait why are they even allowed to have a leopard and grizzly bear…at all? London would certainly have to take that old man up on his offer to give her papers about Witch-Vampires if she was going to be able to do this.

”I don’t believe you’ve told us your name.” London froze for a second before her head snapped up to look at the vampire that just spoke. She immediately regretted doing so and thus her head snapped back down into its original position. That was too close. Unfortunately, the mere nearness of making eye contact had set her to trembling all over again, damn it, just as I was starting to calm down a little, and now I’ve got to say my name.

London cleared her through a little, as she tried to bring out her voice once again. She wanted desperately to sound confident when she said her name (not that her first impression hasn’t already been screwed up completely). Admittedly, she started off awfully well, “I’m London M-Merlo.” Regrettably, she didn’t finish so well as her voice cracked on the ‘lo’ part of her last name. She bit her lip and blushed anew in response to her own folly and a little ‘oh’ escaped her lips as she voiced her own disappointment.


Adwin pondered for a bit. This girl, London, would be a tough nut to crack. It seemed like she had enough anxiety to be anxious for other people. Adwin knew, however, that they'd get her to talk eventually. At least getting her name was a start. "London. Lovely name, and city. I've only seen pictures, but I think I'd like to go there some day. That's going to be hard, being a vampire and all, but I'll sort it out." Adwin tried to look as encouraging as possible, but his focus on this faltered a bit as an idea for a painting began creeping it's way into his head. An image of a little girl, dressed in rags, emerging from a dark cave into the bright dawn came into focus. Adwin debated whether or not to ask her if he could use her as inspiration for a painting. That would be a little sudden and put of the blue.

If anything, he'd want to surprise her with it, as a "Welcome to the dump" present. A good painting would liven her room up, certainly. Adwin began to back out of the room. "Well, I'll let you guys get more acquainted. It's a pleasure to meet you, London. Hope you have a great year, here at the wondrous U of D." The word "wondrous" was accentuated by Adwin creating a rainbow with his power. The thin boy made his way back to his room, but not before seeing that the room across the hall from his was open. Wow. A whole bunch of people are coming in. It's occupant was a girl with black hair, and a pastel sun dress. She looked a bit exhausted. I'll have to talk to her in a bit. I have a painting to work on.

With that, Adwin stepped inside his room, leaving the door ajar, and went to work at his easel.


While the girl's emotions still seemed to be jumping around uncontrollably, they were slowing down and she no longer seemed quite as nervous as she had before. She even giggled slightly at his comment about Henri's romantic activities. While Edmund hadn't meant anything humorous by it, he still appreciated her response. Fortunately she had calmed down to the point to say her name, albeit shakily.
“I’m London M-Merlo.”
It was obvious that she was aware of how badly she'd said her surname, and Edmund could have sworn that he had a quiet sound of disappointment escape her lips.

"London. Lovely name, and city. I've only seen pictures, but I think I'd like to go there some day. That's going to be hard, being a vampire and all, but I'll sort it out. Well, I'll let you guys get more acquainted. It's a pleasure to meet you, London. Hope you have a great year, here at the wondrous U of D."
Edmund stared for a while at the rainbow of mist Adwin had made before leaving, not entirely sure what to make of it. While most people probably found Adwin's power impressive, Edmund found it rather unnerving. Edmund just wasn't a rainbows and unicorns sort of person. He turned his attention back to London, and began to fear that things would get awkward again now that Adwin had left. Determined not to let that happen, he spoke up again.
London... That's a nice name." Edmund began, "As you've probably guessed by my accent, I used to live in England. I've been to London a few times; it's a lovely city, providing you go to the right parts."

Malphas soon fluttered back into the room and assumed his usual position on Edmund's shoulder.
"How collateral the damage?" Edmund asked before bracing himself for the worst, which fortunately didn't come.
"Don't worry, it all went down the sink." Malphas reassured him.
"I need to get you a cage." Edmund groaned before returning his attention to London, "So, what made you become a sponsor?"


London’s new neighbor continued to be overly nice to her, something she was heavily grateful for. She smiled at the thought of being able to go to London herself, it’s always one of the first topics of conversation when she introduces herself so she always felt it would be cool to be able to go there one day.

When Adwin did leave London felt a little relieved, she never did handle crowds well so when one less person was present she couldn’t help but calm down a little. Although, she did get a little confused when her room was suddenly filled with rainbow mist. Her head flipped from side to side in an attempt to shake a way what London assumed to be a mental response to the sudden relief. It eventually faded and the blonde blinked a few times, weird….

There was a long silence that followed after the departure of Adwin. Feeling a little awkward London stole a glance at Edmund’s face. For the first time since he got there she actually realized he wasn’t as scary looking as she had originally pictured. Actually, he seemed rather normal…actually he had the appearance of rather kind looking person. While his black hair was a little messy and did an excellent job covering most of his face (not that London was one to talk) it couldn’t quite cover his unique eyes.

They were really pretty. If not a little strange. They were gold in color and even seemed to have the same kind of gleam. Actually, they seemed to remind her of a cat’s eyes. After a moment of staring awkwardly at his striking eyes her heart reminded her that she was in no condition to be making eye contact so she reverted back to hiding her face.

Finally the boy broke the silence. He commented on her name, calling it nice, and then of course spoke of the actual city. London immediately perked up when she heard he had actually been to London, England. Even more so, he was born in England. In her excitement she started to say the phrase, ‘I’m so jealous’ but managed to keep the sentence from escaping her mouth for fear of embarrassing herself.

Eventually, she heard some fluttering and a second voice. However, no matter where she looked she couldn’t find a second pair of feet. When Edmund made the comment that she needed to get the second voice a cage London’s head cocked a little. Who is he talking to? Again she moved her bangs to expose one of her eyes so that she could figure out where the second voice came from, but all she could find was the owl that Edmund had referred to as his familiar when she first met him.

Her thoughts were brought back to reality however when Edmund returned his attention to her and asked her a question. For a split moment she made eye contact with the boy and she froze before she started trembling again and her face flushed. She looked away again and started to make out a sentence, “The um…I w-was walking…g-glasses and the-the office…I-I d-don’t really…know? Honestly…?”

After a short moment, London felt the need to apologize. She was pretty sure that that wasn’t really what he was hoping for in a sponsor, “S-sorry…y-you got stuck with s-someone like me…”


“The um…I w-was walking…g-glasses and the-the office…I-I d-don’t really…know? Honestly…? S-sorry…y-you got stuck with s-someone like me…”
Edmund sighed quietly to himself; this girl was just one of the director's victims, not somebody who really cared about the rights of vampires. Nevertheless, she definitely didn't seem to be a bad person.
"There's no need to apologise." Edmund assured her, "I'm not exactly in a position to be picking a sponsor. Besides, I'm glad it's you who's sponsoring me and not one of the other sponsors I've seen so far. If it were somebody else sponsoring me, it would be an angry girl, a smaller girl throwing a tantrum, or some massive hulk of a man throwing an even louder tantrum." Before continuing, Edmund left his seat and went over to the window to look down at all the people below. There they were, normal human beings, scurrying back and forth throughout their bland, everyday lives. Now he could act like one of hem, but London couldn't. She'd basically sacrificed her humanity so that others could be human, "I'm assuming you don't know what your duties are as a sponsor. Now that you're a sponsor, you're responsible for a few vampires. That means you can tell us what to do, but if we want blood, you have to give it to us. I could tell you to hold out your arm for me to drink from, and you'd have to do it. Not that I'm going to! Fortunately for you, witch vampires don't actually need to drink blood. You also take credit or the blame for anything we do. I could discover a universal cure, and you'd get all the praise. On the other hand, I could bludgeon a child to death and you'd have to serve my sentence. You're also probably going to be looked down by other humans. And while you're being degraded, your vampires get basic human rights." Edmund paused again, wondering whether or not to say the last part of his explanation, but decided to in the end, "You have a period of three days where you can revoke your status as a sponsor. All you have to do is tell the director you've changed your mind, and you'll go back to being a normal human."


London couldn’t help feeling a little dejected when she heard the boy’s quiet sigh. Just as she had originally assumed she wasn’t what he had hoped for. Of course, in some ways that could apply to her as well. London had come to this school in hopes of being able to overcome her own disorder, but what she found here seemed to only be setting her up for failure. Even so, he was kind enough to say that he was happy that she was his sponsor rather than one of the others that had apparently been dragged into sponsorship as well.

She watched his feet shuffle over to the wall with the window before he stopped. London herself, in curiosity, leaned over a little to try and see what it was he was looking at but quickly straightened back up when he started speaking again.

London admittedly felt her heart began to beat irregularly at the thought of having her blood drank. It was a hard concept to come to terms with. While she could easily give her blood up to a needle, something about letting someone bite her seemed utterly…well…awkward and a little uncomfortable. Admittedly, not knowing the other vampires at all made the whole serving the punishment for their crimes a little unnerving, however, after having met Edmund she highly doubted she had anything to worry about when it comes to the risk of him bludgeoning a child.

The one thing that truly bothered her was the fact that she would be an outcast from the normal student population. Not that this was anything new…but her whole goal in coming here was to learn how to become a part of normal society.

This was why when he said that she had the opportunity to quit being a sponsor she felt a slight bit of relief. However, no sooner did she feel this relief did she start to feel a creeping nagging sensation pull on her heartstrings. What exactly did Edmund mean by ‘basic human rights?’ London had little knowledge of vampires. She had only ever seen one or two in her hometown and had never actually conversed with them before so she didn’t know much about their normal life. However, from what she could tell they seemed just as human as she despite their deferring and somewhat strange cuisine. However, that was like saying someone is less human just because his or her skin color is different, aka slavery, and wasn’t that outlawed already? What basic human rights would they be lacking?

London felt awfully stupid for asking a question that he would no doubt find silly and obvious but she wanted to know. She wanted to pursue her goals but she didn’t want to do so at someone else’s expense. It didn’t seem fair for her to give him hope and then take it away without knowing the full consequences and he had been helpful so far…

“U-um…w-what r-rights are y-you lacking?” Her voice was quivering and somewhat hoarse in response to her dry through and mouth and London could only stop her shaking lips by biting her bottom lip. She felt terribly embarrassed for knowing so little and suddenly felt the need to explain her apparent idiocy, “I-I’m s-sorry…I j-just haven’t spent m-much t-time w-with…anyone r-really, so I-I am pr-pretty s-stupid w-when it comes t-to s-society. A-Actually I t-think th-this is the l-longest c-conversation I’ve e-ever had…” London couldn’t help feeling shocked at her realization that this was, in fact, the single most longest conversation she had ever had with someone who wasn’t her mother. In response she felt herself swell with pride. A pride that diverted her attention from her original question. Wow! I can’t believe I’ve been talking to someone for this long and haven’t had a meltdown yet…I’ve come really close but I haven’t yet! This has to be some kind of record! Well…for me at least!


“U-um…w-what r-rights are y-you lacking? I-I’m s-sorry…I j-just haven’t spent m-much t-time w-with…anyone r-really, so I-I am pr-pretty s-stupid w-when it comes t-to s-society. A-Actually I t-think th-this is the l-longest c-conversation I've e-ever had…”
The longest conversation she'd ever had? Edmund had only been talking to her for a few minutes. Even if she hadn't made any friends, had she never spent much time talking to her parents? Despite this, Edmund felt rather proud of himself for helping this socially inept girl come out of her shell a bit.
"Ever?" Edmund asked, "I could tell you were shy, but I wasn't aware you spent so little time with other people. As for the rights vampires lack, we're pretty comparable to black people in the 19th century. We're not allowed to gather in large numbers, stay out past curfew, get involved in politics, enter human-exclusive buildings or defend ourselves against human attacks. But that's without a sponsor. With a sponsor we can almost be treated like humans, the only thing holding us back is that humans will still look down on us. But they'll leave me alone for now, at least."
Edmund leaned back against the wall and his eyes drifted up to the ceiling as he began to reminisce about his time in Pendle, where nobody had cared about his vampirism.
"It was never like this back in England," Edmund continued, "Nobody knew my family and I were vampires, they just thought we were a slightly queer family with hereditary abnormally pale skin, funny eyes and sharp canines. People didn't look down on us, people just didn't consider the possibility of us being vampires. It was supposed to better in Iowa; people were meant to know and not care. But they do."
Edmund raised his arm and held back his fringe, revealing the long, jagged scar that ran across his forehead. Edmund usually took the effort to hide it, as he was ashamed of having been so helpless when attacked, but he felt he didn't have anything to prove to London. He found that strange, but definitely not bad.


London had the sudden desire to crawl into a corner and die the moment the boy said the word ever. All that previously felt pride melted away and she wanted nothing more than to kick herself. I just had to say something so stupid, why is it when I do manage to say something it’s always something stupid. Ugh, I suck at this.

She listened intently to what the boy said about his rights. All of the limitations seemed utterly outrageous to London. Sure, technically they had different labels. London was human and Edmund was a vampire. That was an undeniable fact. However, he was obviously just as humane as London no matter what deferring title he was given. He was intelligent enough to know right from wrong and had human feelings. Some humans that received more rights than Edmund were probably less deserving of those rights and far less humane. Perhaps London was far too innocent to understand this part of society, however, even if that were the case, sometimes the innocent are far more accurate than the experienced.

London looked back up at the boy as he spoke of England; he was obviously fond of it. That fondness made London smile awkwardly again, which was no easy task considering the ferocity with which she was biting her bottom lip. One day she would be able to have a conversation with someone and not look like a shaking tomato with blue eyes. She just wasn’t sure when that day would come. For now though, she would be pleased with the fact that she wasn’t completely nauseous.

Actually, she found that her reaction to his presence had slowly become less severe. No doubt due to the fact that her mental state was growing slightly more accustomed to his presence. As long as she was careful and didn’t try anything too…interactive?...she should be alright.

Admittedly, when he spoke of what he had hoped for Iowa and how it had not met his expectations she could feel his pain. She looked down at her fingers as she fidgeted, not entirely sure how to respond. Honestly, she didn’t care that he was a vampire herself. He seemed nice to her and that’s really all she cared about.

She flinched a little when she caught sight of his scar. Not because of the scar itself but rather because she could imagine what it must have felt like to receive it. In her many years of dancing she had split her knees open as well as her hands and while it hurt it never really scarred. To have received a blow so devastating it scarred and to have received it on the face…she regretted imagining it. Perhaps, she could give this sponsor thing a go…at least try to. If she couldn’t do it she had three days to back out. At least they couldn’t say that she hadn’t tried.

“I…I don’t…c-care that is…um…I-I can give th-this sponsor thing m-my best sh-shot.” London smiled a less awkward smile. While she could honestly not guarantee anything since their was the slight issue of what her mother would say if she found out and lets not even mention London’s psyche…but…what her mother doesn’t know won’t kill her and it wasn’t like London hadn’t been bullied before. She could at least try.


London's reaction to his scar was hardly surprising, most people tended to react in a similar fashion. Despite the immense pain Edmund had felt when receiving it, the beating had caused more psychological damage than physical. Over time Edmund's desire for revenge had grown and grown, and now that he had a sponsor he had the chance to execute it. Not that he was going to use London as a tool to soak up punishments; Edmund had better plans.

“I…I don’t…c-care that is…um…I-I can give th-this sponsor thing m-my best sh-shot.”
Edmund was suddenly filled with relief as London confirmed that she would stay as a sponsor. Edmund hadn't expected any less of of her, but having confirmation was nice.
"Thanks." Edmund smiled, "You have no idea how much I appreciate this. I'm sure Henri and Mara will too, just don't expect them to admit it." Edmund walked over to the door to leave, but turned around before he left, "If you're looking for me I'll be in room 6 or somewhere quiet on campus. It was nice meeting you."
With that, Edmund opened the door and left. Malphas however fluttered off Edmund's shoulder and perched on London's' bed.
"Thank you for everything you've done." Malphas lauded her, “You've taken a huge weight off Edmund's shoulders. While there's no way he'll ever admit this to you, his mental health's been deteriorating ever since we came to America, and I think he was on the verge of doing something that could get him into unparalleled amounts of trouble. You've saved him from some horrible things, one of them being his hatred of people. Perhaps you two can help each other become less awkward."
Malphas then fluttered off after Edmund.

When Malphas caught up to Edmund he was in his room, sat on his bed and tuning his bass. Despite Malphas' quiet entrance, Edmund still noticed him.
"Nice of you to finally turn up." Edmund commented as he unplugged his tuner and wired his bass up to his amp, "What were you talking to London about?"
"I was just thanking her."
"I should hope that was the only thing you were doing."
Malphas didn't bother answering, he knew that Edmund could always tell when he was lying. Instead, he just remained silent and listened to Edmund play his bass.


London breathed a sigh of relief when Edmund began to leave. Finally, London had the opportunity to calm down. She had been craving the opportunity ever since she had first arrived. She managed a slight wave when he opened her door and walked out. Admittedly she recoiled a little when his owl unexpectedly fluttered to the bed she had been standing by this entire time.

Then he started talking. London stared at him wide-eyed for a moment. Was this owl really talking? Or had London lost all semblance of her sanity in the course of the conversation she had just had? It was one thing to hear a parrot talk but not an owl…and certainly not with such a high degree of intelligence. She shook her head up and down when the owl thanked her, being a little too shocked to really do anything else.

While she did manage to hear what the owl said afterwards it wouldn’t really register until a little later after the bird had left and she had time to consider what had just happened, as well as how her day had really gone thus far.

She closed her door behind the bird and turned around to lean against. Her weak legs didn’t offer her much support so she sunk to the ground in front of it as she stared blankly ahead. Despite being finally alone her heart was still on a rampage inside her chest and her cheeks still felt like two slow bake ovens. She felt the overwhelming need for water in order to sooth her cottonmouth and dry throat.

Needless to say she had not been expecting her day to turn out quite like this. First, she finds out her bags got lost somewhere on the flight between Washington and Iowa. Then she gets to campus only to end up hiding in the bushes when someone approaches her in a group. Then some man in glasses ambushes her and turns her in a sponsor for vampires that she ends up agreeing to being after she had a small dust bowl in her bedroom. Oh and let us not forget that she got to meet a talking owl.

Suddenly, she felt tired and a little overwhelmed. A nap would probably do her good but she would have to do something about that bed first. She lifted her hands from the floor, they were gray. Apparently the floor needed the same amount of help as her bed. Oh well, cleaning was one of the things she was relatively good at.