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Milly Thorne

"I feel like I've fallen into something...bad."

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


(Her name means 'Hard Working'... and sexy LOL no just joking)


|Role| "Seriously, such a mouthful"
Human-Turned Vampire Sponser

|Gender| "Can't cha tell! Check out ma jiggling jugs!"

|Age| "Mental age? Or physical?"

High school Senior

|Physical Description| "Gah, so cute!"
Milly stands at the height of 5'2 and has teeny, tiny hands and cutesy little feet. Her facial structure is small, with high cheek bones, a small chin and big doe eyes. Her eyes are a dark, leafy green. Skin tone wise, she has peachy pale skin. Her body shape is slender with cute little hips, a peachy little bum and two handfuls of breast. I know she sounds mind-boggling when it comes to 'cuteness' but there we go, some girls are sexy and dangerous, our Milly is cute and bountiful. Many still find her frustratingly attractive, but find it difficult to see past the innocent babe look she's got going on.
You'll usually find her wearing long knee/thigh high socks, brogues and a jumper, dress or long top of some sort. Milly dresses with the seasons, so colour wise it all depends on the date. She does enjoy wearing summery colours though. Her favourite colour is yellow.

|I can...|
...cook up a storm, smell good in the morning, eat cake fast, treat individuals like teddy bears, 'cry a river' till your drowning and repentant, blow snot bubbles, give you trouble, accept an apology but keep a grudge, talk like I know things (that I actually dont), be stubborn.

|But I can't...|
...reach high places, take an insult, eat vegetables, be flirtatious, call you by your real name, get down and dirty, keep a temper, be nasty and stay nasty, do the things that I pretend to know.

She look’s cute so therefore she is cute…right?

Wrong. Miss, Emelia Thorne is no cutie. In fact she has as many faces as a die (dice). She’s a stubborn, easily-flustered little madam who can’t keep her tongue between her teeth or mind her own business. She asks too many questions, dives too deeply into the hearts and sorrows of others and then wonders why people snap at her. When Milly becomes interested in someone, that’s it, she’s interested and you’re screwed.
Faced with Strangers: Milly is reserved, vigilant and judgemental. She searches for labels to pin on people for future reference. She likes to know what to expect from others and therefore finds first impressions important. She also looks for those who might need her.
Faced with enemies: These could be people who gave a bad first impression, are sincerely bad people in general or those who have personally wronged her. In front of these people Milly will put on her ‘prick deterrent’, she’ll be the prickliest little rose you’ve ever laid eyes on. Cold is the only term for her attitude and perhaps volcanic. Those who personally annoy her will always have endless access to her eternal temper, there is a line though and those who push her across it will find themselves facing trouble like no other. Milly won’t miss a chance to take a stab at those she doesn’t like, but she’ll try her best to refrain from sinking down to their level otherwise she’ll generally regret it later.
Faced with friends: Well, that’s an entirely different kettle of fish, Milly loves her friends. Heck she’ll be the sparkly, loving, best bum-chum you never had! She turns into a cuddly little bunny, always affectionate and appraising. Her maternal streak springs to life and she’ll guard you like a lioness does her cubs. You’ll experience a side of her that no one else will have the privilege to. Heck, you may even be the envy of someone because of it.
Faced with crushes, flirts, perverts and the kidnapping types: It’s safe to say Milly hasn’t had that many crushes so it’s difficult to know her personal attitude towards someone she has taken a ‘special’ liking to. I’m sure it’d be quite lovely though. As for flirts and perverts, Milly has no time for such boys (or girls) in fact such people make her feel like an earth specimen in a U.F.O getting probed. She feels like some kind of sexual experiment that she doesn’t want to be apart of. Perhaps she’d feel different if she had a crush on one of those individuals…not certain. The kidnapping types are on her black-list. She counts these as the kind of people who watch you from the shadows and study you? Who does that? What is she a science project!? They snoop around creepily. It gives her the creeps and makes her uncomfortable.

In secret, well, Milly is a strange girl to understand. Which pretty much goes for all girls. Sexual things intimidate her as do men (she associates the two), she has it in her head that they try to press down on her on purpose. She fights back in response. Milly also has a few things she hides behind a wall of confidence and feistiness.

|I like...| fight for freedom, eat plenty of cake and savoury items, make and eat curries, the colour yellow, cuddles from the right people etc.

|But I don't like...|
...creepy people, those who don't appreciate life (she calls them psychopaths and accidents waiting to happen.), surprises, perves, bullies, vegetables (even though she eats them if she has to) etc.

None as of yet.


Milly has grown up in a normal family, well normal as far as she’s concerned. They’re all strong-willed and stubborn to the bone, so you can see where a certain someone gets it from. Most of the information about Miss Thorne’s family is irrelevant. Other than the fact they are a large family, high up in council and reasonably wealthy in their own right.

However they have done some terrible things. Back when Vampires were around, Milly is aware that some of her family members did participate in lynching. Of course that was a long time ago and a bit of family history. It’s on her great grandparents conscious not hers. At least that’s how Milly viewed it until she arrived at the University of Diversity.

She thought it was just, y’know rich and poor diversity not…rich, poor, humans and vampires kind of diversity. She was overwhelmed that they weren’t extinct, the way no one cared anymore always gave her the impression that they’d died out, especially the way everyone went about wiping them out like the latest witch hunt! Milly has never met a Vampire before and finds the entire idea of schooling with them lurking around quite…unnerving. Still she refuses to judge someone before she’s met them but with all the vampire propaganda, she finds it difficult to not already make judgements. She's reassured herself that the vampires are probably completely segregated from the human community and she'll never have to meet one anyway. She's completely clueless about the updated Vampire Code.

Milly's reason for moving over to the University is due to her fathers position in the council, he decided to transfer over to somewhere close to the university making that school the only logical choice for education, after all Milly has to stay relatively near the family.

Being new she has no opinions of anyone yet, but don't worry she soon will...
Lilith Báthory
Adriana Dougan
London Dawn Merlo
Daman Aalam
Ruben Lilt
Zane Yeannes
Henri Leppards
Morpheo Oneiro
Yuki Toko
Reiding Dalton
Edmund Malkin


|Theme Song| Sweet Dreams: Emily Browning

Sweet dreams are made of this Image
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

(Instrumental Part)

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

(Instrumental Part)

Sweet dreams of made of this
Who am I to disagree?

(Instrumental Part..again)

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

(Instrumental Part)

So begins...

Milly Thorne's Story

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Milly sat in the back of a taxi thumbing her way through the text book her dad had brought her on Iowa. It was only a small pocket book on main attractions, locations, nearby super-markets etc. Milly had taken the time to indulge in the singular page dedicated to the University of Diversity, and had learnt nothing new. She wasn’t open to learning anything new, she hated Iowa and she hadn’t even seen the University yet. The taxi’s smelt of alcohol and vomit. It was stupidly windy. It was new, it was boring and home was in the opposite direction.

She pouted in the back-seat and caught the driver smiling at her in the rear-view mirror. She turned to look out of the window with a sigh. The taxi drivers were creepy too. Milly missed her friends, her friends would miss her, they needed her but now she was here, stuck in hurricane central. Running a hand through her long blond hair with a long, exaggerated sigh Milly sat up more when she noticed a set of imposing gates ahead.

The taxi pulled up outside a collaboration of fantastic buildings that reminded Milly of a concrete maze, high gates stood forefront proudly and kids of all shapes and sizes were piling in and out. Her stomach drooped with nerves. It was a pretty big place, pictures didn’t do it justice. She gave the pre-paid driver a brief hint to help her with her bags before she waved him off from the side-walk. He left the small blond, surrounded by two suitcases and a duffel bag. Milly had a lot of…stuff.

She did her best to arrange her bags into a position she was capable of carrying them all in at the same time but unsurprisingly had difficulty. Why did she pack so much stuff! She got through the gate, and a couple metres further than that after a rest. People stared, as they do, in their little posse’s. Milly had a group back home but now she was a loner, until she found some respectable people to befriend. She grumbled under her breath about the windy-ness of Iowa and the mordacity of some people just standing around and not offering to help a little ol’ girl like her. She was about to haul her and her junk further when a hand landed on her shoulder.
It scared nine lives out of her before she turned to see a respectable looking man with a clip-board. He gave her a pleasant smile

“Need help with those?”

Milly practically beamed at him. “Do I ever” she exclaimed.

He continued to smile. “Sign this and I’ll help you all the way to your dorm room.”

Milly’s smile shrunk a degree. “What?” She gave him a suspicious once over. “Sign what exactly?”

He shrugged like it was nothing grand. “Just a Sponsership. Kids need help, people gotta help them right? You seem like a nice girl, you’ve got one of those faces see, I figured you wouldn’t mind giving an eye for an eye. Give me your signature and I’ll give you a hand. Simple.”

Milly caught most of what he said, despite the way he splurged it out. She took the clip-board he offered her and the pen and poised it over the paper. She tried to give it a quick read to check there weren’t any extortionate demands to cough up a lot of money but the young man seemed quite insistent that she just ‘sign it’.

“How am I sponsoring exactly? Not money right?” she asked hoping he’d tell her the truth so she didn’t have to read the paper she was signing, people were staring again and it was making her uncomfortable, she just wanted to get to her dorm and settle in to her own space.

He laughed openly. “Oh no. Just time and effort really. Honestly I’m not asking much just give it a sign and have a little trust eh?”
Milly let his charm win over and scribbled down her signature. I mean honestly what harm could there really be if it was just time and effort, a charity run or something. One thing was for sure, the guy seemed pretty pleased with himself. People obviously weren’t very charitable in the University of Diversity.

Milly smiled at him. “Who are you again?”

He smiled humbly. “Your personal slave from the time it takes to get you from here to your new dorm madam” he replied silkily whilst picking up her duffel bag and one suitcase. Milly kept her smile up but felt a little…miffed. It bugged her, signing something she didn’t know anything about. He seemed far too charming as well. She shrugged after a minute and put it down to her looks.

The walk was a long, extensive one consisting of walkways, alleyways, stairs and hills. This place was bigger than Iowa! It was a town in itself, where was the pocket guide purely made for the U of D? Milly followed her mysterious helper all the way without a murmur of complaint until they stopped at the foot of a building ready for demolition. At least that’s what Milly thought of it. The guy put her bags down and smiled graciously.

“Well this is your dorm. Here’s the details for your dorm room and sponsorship but you can come by the club office and check out things in more detail whenever-.”

Milly tuned out after that. This was her dorm room. What happened to classy student buildings with fantastic facilities? This was the seediest, most rundown joint she’d ever laid eyes on. Where was the nice flowerbeds and balconies? The pleasant aura and friendly appeal? This was tramp central!
Milly did her best to compose herself as her mind filled itself with angry thoughts. She clenched and unclenched her fists as the guy beside her offered up the sheet of paper he’d been writing on.

“This isn’t where I’m staying” she muttered her eyes flashing dangerously at him.

He smiled pleasantly. “Have a nice day Miss Thorne.”

Milly snatched the piece of paper off of him and looked down. She was sponsoring “VAMPIRES.” great. Balling the piece of paper up in her fist in anger she began to drag her suitcases towards the dorm in a sizzling temper. She was sponsoring vampires. How the hell do you sponsor a vampire, what for? And why was she in the crappiest dorm ever erected. Was this where they put their new students? In a shit-hole.

Milly wasn’t sure what was going down right now, but she would most certainly be paying that office a visit and would make it her life’s duty to find out what the heck was going down. She was not a Vampire person. No way!

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Standing on the outside of the University, with it's large arched wrought iron fence looming overhead, and looking inside made Lilith feel small somehow. Maybe it was the massive size of the campus, or maybe it was watching all the other students gather together in their circle of friends gushing on about how much they missed one another and telling all their exciting tales of summer fun had and summer loves made. Lilith had no such stories to tell as she had spent the summer with her parents. Even though they lived in town she only ever saw them on holidays and would spend some time, only three weeks, with them during the summer break. This allowed them to have a normal life; making friends, having dinner parties, being able to go out in public without the snide comments and the disdainful glares. It was a sacrifice she willingly made because their happiness meant so much to her.

Taking a deep breath while running a hand through her silver mane, she looked around once more relishing in the small amount of comfort granted to her by the fact that the other students were so caught up in themselves that they didn't pay her any mind. After the thrill of being reunited faded and the normal day to day routine of a student settled in she was sure that the common practice of openly staring and avoiding her would return. Though being ostracized in that was was preferable to being beaten and bullied. That hadn't happened in quite some time, her gift being the main reason for that.

Lifting a duffel bag full of clean clothes, bathroom products, and various forms of entertainment, which was far too large and heavy for any human to lift, in one hand and her violin case in the other. Lilith began the long and winding journey to her dorm room. The dorm was on the outskirts of the campus and had this been a normal type of campus the building wouldn't have been so hard to get too but the many renovations had turned this place into a labyrinth something akin to what you would find in Greek Mythology.

Lilith weaved in and out of crowds of students mingling around careful not to touch any of them, not physically anyways. As she passed each of them she would put out feelers that only she could see. These gold strands would reach deep into the soul of the student searching for the one emotion she needed to sustain herself; Envy. Once found the energy from the emotion would zip up the strands in a hew of pink and recharge her, she often wondered if the reason her eyes were magenta was because it was the same color of the energy that gave her life.

Getting a few decent sized hits from those who were jealous of their friends extraordinary vacations; Caribbean cruises, trips to Paris, Rome, Berlin, Moscow, meeting ones idol while in LA or New York, left her feeling completely recharged. Not that she could blame any of them for feeling envious, Lilith sure was. Now that she was partly fed, per-say, she hurried on to the dorm.

When she reached her building there were a few humans looking at the dorm as if they had come across a shanty tent town for the homeless. ”New Sponsors I suppose.” Golden strands snaked out from her and touched on each one of them. She was pleased to find that at least one of them harbored enough envy to keep her plenty energized. Lilith looked at the two females and then the male once again before she turned back to the dorm. Standing in front of it, yet still behind the humans, she had mixed feelings, this was her home for five years now and she had come to really love her little room. On the other hand the dilapidated state of the building was a testament of how low vampires were on the totem pole in society, they didn't even warrant simple repairs like leaky roofs or broken windows. She walked past the humans, stopping in front of the red haired man and briefly looking him over, before walking up the few stairs. As she opened the door and screeched in protest as if the act itself had cause it some sort of grievous pain. She made it up the creaky stairs to the second floor where she looked down both end of the hall to see if anyone else had made it back yet. She noticed a previously vacant room now stood open ”Huh another Sponsor? The club manager sure has been busy. Turning to her right she walked down to her room which was located at the end of the hall. Putting her key in she turned the knob and threw open the door.

It was just as she had left it. She had taken it upon herself to renovate her own room over the years with the help of her father. The old brick wall had still been mostly intact, the only flaws were hidden by the bookshelf and her bed. Oh her bed, it was the loveliest thing in the whole room and it had taken her father all of her first summer break to build it. She was only 13 at the time so she wasn't able to help much but she did what she could like sanding and staining the wood. The day before school started they had brought it in piece by piece and assembled it inside the room. He had even made a closet on the end of it for her since her room didn't have one and a book shelf on the inside. After she left the University she planned to take it with her wherever she went.

The other walls had many holes in them but that was easily fixed with some plaster and then painted over with a simple cream color. On the brick wall she had hung a mantle and placed a faux fireplace underneath to give the room a feel of comfort. Inside the closet, behind the back curtain, she had strung some white Christmas lights that were plugged into an outlet that was controlled by a light switch. The lamp inside her bed was actually battery operated though you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at it. While there was a top bunk it didn't get much use and was mostly there for decoration, though Lilith suspected that her father had done that in hopes that she would find some girl friend to have slumber parties with.

All in all this was her little slice of heaven, her sanctuary if you would. A small smile appeared on her face as walked in, leaving the door open behind her, and she set her bag down then opened the window before beginning to unpack her things. As much as she loved visiting with her parents she had missed being here.

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Piercing, ice-blue eyes. They stared deep into him, full of understanding and wisdom. The two pools of ice were framed by black and white fur that glittered in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Razor sharp claws dug into his bare chest, though the strength behind them was measured and careful so that they did not break his skin. The full weight of the beast on his body made it quite difficult to breathe. The snow leopard was even heavier than himself. Dimly, he wondered what the feline ate to create so much body mass. A deep-throated growl filled the room and Henri was instantly jerked into full consciousness.

“Wha’s yer problem, Evs?”

Everest retracted his claws and stepped off his master, allowing him to sit up in bed. Henri rubbed his eyes tiredly. He reached under his pillow and brought out a box of cigarettes. Lazily, he looked about his surroundings. It was just his dorm room; his home for the past four years. His parents lived elsewhere in Iowa and Henri did not like to visit them. The last time he had gone, the neighbors had called the police because they thought the tall, intimidating figure with the ‘strange, long-tailed lynx’ was there to bring harm to the innocent Leppards. It had taken nearly seven hours to clear up the misunderstanding. Both Henri and his parents agreed that it would be best if he didn’t come over too often. His parents couldn’t visit the campus, since their disguise as a normal, human couple would crumble if they were spotted with Henri.

So he lived in his dorm room almost year-round. To be honest, it looked pretty much the same as when he had first become its inhabitant, albeit much more hygienic. Peeling wallpaper, sad-looking ceiling, gaping hole in the wall that exposed a rather important water pipe. This was home. How sad.

“It’s fifteen minutes till seven,” said Everest, flicking his tail back and forth impatiently.

Henri stuck a cigarette into his mouth. He struck a match against the wall and lit the roll of tobacco. After flicking out the match, he turned a bored gaze towards his familiar. “Yeah? What are ya now? Me ‘larm clock?” he asked casually.

Everest sat down beside Henri on the bed. “You have an appointment at seven,” he reminded.

Henri blinked uncomprehendingly. “Whaddya mean? I don’ have a...” he trailed off as he glanced across the room to the calendar. Today’s date was circled in red with the words ‘CLIENT AT 7:00 AM’ written in the box. Henri just stared at the calendar for a long time. He wasn’t sure what to think at the moment. After all, he had just attended to another client the previous night. Which loser had scheduled two of them in a row?

“Now it’s ten minutes till seven,” Everest murmured, sighing softly.

Henri reached for his phone, which sat on the bedside table. He saw that he had missed a text message while sleeping. It had been sent at 6:33 am:

Sinclair: Where r u? Client in 30 mins!

Henri growled in disapproval, sounding much like his familiar. He texted back:

You: cancel it. I have school

Everest chuckled in amusement. “Since when did you care about school?”

Henri playfully stuck out his tongue. “Never.” He literally swung out of bed, reaching up to stretch his arms over his head in one fluid motion. After stretching and yawning some, he slipped on a black t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Reaching under the bed mattress, he produced his famous belt. Said belt always resided underneath the mattress when not worn, for it was far too precious to be kept anywhere else. Henri snapped his belt in place, admiring how the voodoo dolls swayed with his every step. The chains tinkled ominously. All his shorts had been modified so that the bottoms of the belt loops attached with snap buttons, which allowed him to easily put on his belt.

Armed with his belt, cigarette, and snow leopard, Henri was ready to face the first day of school. He headed out his room.

Everest was calmly licking his paw when Henri made towards the stairs. The snow leopard stopped him, barring the path with his massive frame, teeth bared and gleaming in the morning light. He growled menacingly. “You forgot to brush your teeth.”

So Henri brushed his teeth. Sadly, he was unable to do so with the cigarette still in his mouth, so it went into the ashtray. When he looked into the bathroom mirror, he realized with a start that he hadn't washed off his face paint from last night. He took a damp towel and wiped it all off. And not very silently, he berated his familiar for not telling him.

Everest chuckled at the stream of profanity audible over the gushing of the faucet. The snow leopard was not one to waste words. Of course he had noticed the face paint. He had even laughed at his master's carelessness. By telling Henri to brush his teeth, knowing the dreadlocked teenager would see the face paint in the mirror, he had effectively killed two birds with one stone. When Henri emerged from the bathroom, Everest padded to his side and followed him out the building.

"Who’s that client anyways?" Henri asked, checking his cell phone for a reply.

Sinclair: the client aint happy

You: like I care

"Entrepreneur from Germany," Everest answered. He lifted his head, trying to read what was on the phone.

Henri stopped abruptly. His dreadlocks whipped around as his head turned incredulously towards his familiar. "Wha’? I don’ remem’er anyone from Germany.”

Everest did his best to shrug, but the action was not one meant for a feline. He settled for an irritated flick of the tail. "It seems he heard of you from one of your other clients. The one with the enlarged toe," he said. His bright blue eyes stared evenly ahead.

"The frickin' bastard!" spat Henri. Every client of his was sworn into secrecy. Henri only treated people with ‘incurable’ diseases who were found by his underlings. This was to stop massive publicity, since it would be disastrous if people found out that the Leopard Doctor was in fact a vampire. If the word spread, Henri would probably need to move elsewhere. To take his mind off this fact, he rummaged around in his pockets and produced a half-empty box of cigarettes. Henri lit one and took a long draft before blowing out a torrent of smoke from his mouth. He stuffed the box back into his pocket. "He’ll hafta get cursed."

"I agree. He broke his oath. He signed in blood."

Henri nodded half-heartedly. The two of them, snow leopard and vampire, continued on their way. They weren’t sure exactly where they were going. Their goal was to wander around, get lost, then try to find their way again. It was an effective method to waste time. The fact that it was extremely busy on campus helped with the task. Students of all ages and sizes were milling about, clogging the streets. As Henri waded through the crowd of people, towering well above most of them, he heard some murmuring amongst a group of teenage girls.

“Did you see those people?”

“You mean the new Sponsors?” The word ‘Sponsors’ was spat out like a broken tooth.

Everest’s ears twitched with curiosity. New Sponsors? He wondered how the director managed to drag them in this time.

“Yeah. They look so filthy. No wonder they're Sponsors.”

“Well, duh. Only filthy people would associate with filthy vampires.”

With his hands in his pockets, Henri intruded on the conversation. “Why, ‘ello ladies!”

Immediately, the girls stopped talking. Who wouldn’t when faced with a huge guy and a huge snow leopard? When recognition dawned in their eyes, some of them shrieked in fright. Everyone knew of Henri, the vampire with the dreadlocks, but not many had actually interacted with him since he didn’t like talking to people he didn’t know. There was plenty of talk about him going around and sucking the blood of innocent girls.

Henri didn’t care about the rumors. Honestly, he had only entered the conversation to see if any of the girls were hot. He glanced around the group and confirmed that they were all average in terms of looks. How disappointing. He sighed. “Never mind,” he said dejectedly. “Le’s go, Evs.”

Leaving the girls thoroughly bewildered, Henri turned on his heel and headed back in the direction they had come from. Everest padded silently at his side, easily keeping up with his master’s long strides. He was used to Henri’s behavior and didn’t mind his carefree nature at all. In fact, seeing Henri burdened was quite distressing for the familiar, so it was best if those moments were few.

“Are we going back to the dorm?” Everest asked as the old, depressing building came into view.

“Yeah. I’m gunna see if Báthory’s back yet.”

Everest purred in delight. “Lilith is the best at scratching behind the ears,” he murmured dreamily. The snow leopard then shook his head free of his daydreams and circled Henri’s feet, noting that his master had mismatched his sandals. “Shouldn’t you also greet the new Sponsors?” prompted Everest, noting that Henri also had mismatched earings: a silver skull on the right ear and a golden hoop in the left.

“Wha's the point? They'll leave in less than three days anyways,” Henri replied. With his next step, he nearly tripped on his familiar’s tail. “Watch it, Evs!”

Everest’s tail jerked away from Henri’s feet. “Sorry.”

The two continued for some time, conversing about the color of the sky and other exciting topics. When they reached the dorms, they found some people standing awkwardly in front. In fact, they were humans. Everest figured they were the new Sponsors. They seemed quite confused. He grunted in pity.

Henri didn’t pay them much attention, though as he pushed by the red-haired human, the only male of the bunch, he spat out, “Move it, fire truck!”

Everest sighed. So much for greeting the new Sponsors. Without a backwards glance, the duo headed straight for Lilith Báthory’s room, which was also on the second floor. Henri took three steps up the stairs with each stride and Everest easily kept up with his master’s pace.

Upon reaching Lilith’s room, they found the door open and Henri invited himself inside. Everest bounded in eagerly and rolled around on the floor like an excited cub.

Henri remained near the door, smoke drifting from between his slightly parted lips. Lilith was just as beautiful as she had been four years ago, perhaps even more so. Her silver hair and magenta eyes were odd, but only added to her radiance. Henri flashed a grin, holding out his arms for a welcoming hug. “So how’s me lovely Báthory today?”

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Character Portrait: London Dawn Merlo Character Portrait: Kaiden McIlroy Character Portrait: Edmund Malkin Character Portrait: Alizé Cecilia Ryder Character Portrait: Milly Thorne
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#, as written by Flexar

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

A tall figure in a long, beige coat carrying as much as humanly possible and then some could be seen lumbering towards the university’s arched gateway. This was Edmund. If you could see his face, you would notice that it was twisted into an angry scowl, not at anyone in particular, but more at the university itself. The buildings, the students, the teachers; he hated them all. Every time he returned to the university, he had a sledgehammer of disappointment swung into his emotions. As he dragged himself through the arched gateway that loomed before him, in his mind the gates slammed loudly shut behind him, and stayed that way.

Now, you should remember that I said Edmund was carrying more than humanly possible. That may have been slightly exaggerated, but he still wasn’t travelling light. This could have been easily avoided if he wasn’t so passionate about his music. But he was, and there’s no use crying over spilled milk. His bass was slung over his back, his acoustic guitar was slung round his front, he carried a large guitar amp in his right hand and his electric guitar in his left. All of his guitars were in soft cases, so he needed to watch where he was going, lest he bash and damage them. As for the stuff that most people bring with them, he had made sure to leave a good supply of clothes and toiletries in his dorm. There was no way he would leave his guitars there; he wasn’t going to go an entire holiday without practice and quite frankly, he didn’t trust someone not to steal them. He could leave his clothes and toiletries there, nobody was going to nick his toothbrush, but they might well nick two thousand dollars’ worth of musical equipment.

In tow was Edmund’s faithful companion, the Eurasian Eagle Owl Malphas. Malphas was significantly less burdened than his master, and fluttering along beside him with ease. He usually perched himself on Edmund’s right shoulder, but Edmund’s guitars prevented him from perching comfortably. In his usual attempt to lighten Edmund’s mood, he spoke up:
“It’s such a glorious day. The sun is shining, there’s a cool breeze in the air and the birds are singing beautifully.”
“If only the birds would be quieter.” Edmund retorted.
Cheering Edmund up was not an easy feat, and in his current state even Malphas could do nothing to raise his spirits. Malphas was well aware of this, and so he didn't make any further attempts, as they would only rile Edmund up.

The pair progressed through the campus in silence paying no heed to the surrounding area that would surely startle any newcomers to the university. They had since grown used to the peculiar mishmash of architectural styles that bore the name “the University of Diversity”. Edmund often wondered if the diversity it spoke of was regarding the buildings, not the students. The students Edmund passed seemed to watch him with confusion in their eyes; why was he drowning in musical gear when he didn’t even have a suitcase? Ignoring their gazes, Edmund continued to drag himself through the campus towards the vampire dorm building.

Finally Edmund carefully removed all his luggage and laid it down carefully against the wall. He slumped down onto his bed and took a series of loud, deep breaths; he was tired out from having to shift his gear to the far edge of the campus, and the dorm building’s stairs didn't exactly help. He stared up at the dorm’s plain, brown ceiling for a while before sitting up and looking around the rest of the room. It wasn't huge, but Edmund made use of the space. Along the wall opposite the door there was a kitchen surface, some cupboards, a bread bin, a kettle, a microwave, a sink, a dishwasher and a fridge. Along the right wall was Edmund’s bed, his guitars, his amp and the door to his closet. His desk and chest of drawers were pressed against the room’s left wall. The room’s fourth wall had a large bookshelf on the right side of the door, put there as opposed to the left side to conceal a large strip of paint that was dangling off. The carpet was beige and fairly grubby, but this was normal for the vampire dorms. It wasn't pretty, but Edmund made do with what he had.

It was a minute or so before Edmund stood up. When he did, he walked over to sink, filled the kettle with water and turned it on. He simply stood and waited while the kettle boiled, and instantly poured out the water into a cup before dropping in a tea bag. He waited in the same silent, motionless fashion that he had waited before while the tea infused. After discarding the tea bag he slumped down into the wheelie chair by his desk, blew on his tea and took a sip. He smiled and took another sip; while no person could calm Edmund while he was in such a state, tea certainly could.
“You know, Malphas, perhaps you were right about it being a nice day outside.” Edmund apologised, “I think I’ll go outside once I've finished my tea.”
If Malphas had lips he would have smiled, but his expression still made it obvious that Edmund’s change of heart had pleased him.

Once Edmund had finished his tea he put his teacup to one side, sat up and stretched.
"I'll go and have a look to see who's back now." Edmund told Malphas as he walked towards the door, "Maybe see some new faces."
Malphas fluttered over to Edmund and perched in his usual spot on Edmund's right shoulder as Edmund unlocked the door and walked out again.

The first person Edmund saw upon leaving his dorm was a fairly normal looking girl with long, brown hair entering the room opposite his. She was human, as far as Edmund could tell, and if she was staying in the vampire dorm, that meant she was a sponsor. Edmund had never seen her before, and so assumed that she was new. However, Edmund rarely payed the humans much mind, so she could have been here for some time without Edmund noticing. He wondered if she had become a sponsor out of her own good will or had been fooled into it; unfortunately, with most sponsors it was because of the latter. Along the hall was another human girl, who was noticeably rather angry. Edmund didn't need to think about why she was here.

Upon climbing the stairs to the next floor Edmund was greeted by the sound of a loud, angry Scotsman. Turning his head, Edmund saw a man of about his height and age with long, red hair snapping at a man in a suit, a man Edmund recognised as a man who worked on the sponsorship program. The Scotsman was definitely new; Edmund would definitely remember someone so imposing.

Edmund made his way further down the hallway and wondered if any of the humans he had seen so far would be sponsoring him. His question was soon answered as he overheard a snippet of a conversation between a girl in a hoodie and an old man whom Edmund recognised as the Sponsorship Club's director.
"You're to look after the witch vampires."
Edmund's heart leaped; he had a sponsor! An expression of delight nearly escaped Edmund's lips, but he concealed the noise he did make with a cough. While he might have fooled any people in the surrounding area, he certainly hadn't fooled Malphas. All the gateways which had previously been tightly locked shut had suddenly swung open, simply because some girl had unwittingly agreed to sponsor him. Edmund decided that he ought to meet his new sponsor, so he briskly hurried over to the room which the girl had just entered, with the director hurrying past him at an even faster pace. Edmund found the door slightly ajar, so he rapped on it twice in quick succession with his knuckles and then proceeded to open the door and step inside, just over the threshold.
"Good morning." Edmund greeted the girl plainly but politely, I understand that you're sponsoring the witch vampires. My name is Edmund Malkin, and this is my familiar, Malphas. I'm one of the vampires you will be sponsoring."

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Mara wasn’t one to cling to her parents, but returning to school was never something she enjoyed or did by choice. She was so stubborn and reluctant to leave it took an 800 pound grizzly bear to remove her from her family home. Luckily Marcus was accustom to moving the stubborn Vampire around. He was also familiar with giving her ‘a ride’ around and in fact had to carry the stubborn Witch child all the way to her school gates before she agreed to move for herself. Mara sat upon his back the entire way with her arms folded crossly and her eyes firmly shut in disapproval.

“Mara we’re at the school gates. If you don’t move, I’ll toss you so hard through that gate you’ll get streak marks on your ass.”

Mara opened one golden eye and glanced down, at the back of Marcus’ huge head. He began to count to 10. She quickly slid down with a huff, ignoring the wide eyed looks she was receiving from the human students and the wide birth they were giving her and her familiar. She sniffed her armpits and grinned widely at Marcus.

“Was’ the matter with them eh? Do we smell or something?” She joked, only to receive a moody grunt from the almighty beast as he began to make his way into the school. Mara shrugged at him and hoisted her duffle bag higher up onto her shoulder. In truth she smelt strongly of bear, sawdust and something sweet but that’s how she always smelt, it’d be news to her if someone actually told her.

Making their way further into the compound the couple found it fairly easy to make their way through the crowds, after all people tended to move out of their way long before they came into sight. Word travelled fast when there was a bear on the scene and a girl who looked like she’d been hanging out with Tarzan for the summer holidays. Mara stretched as she cruised through the students, wearing a short black tank top, a pair of swayed red Indian shorts and sandals. Her hair was falling loose and wild all over the place, it was a surprise no nearby students had become entangled in it yet.

Coming up to the vampire dorm, Mara spotted that various individuals had already turned up to nest. Their dorm building really was a tragic little mishap of a building, but it was home for most of the year and she’d rather be cooped up with all the vampires here, than share a shiny, designer dorm room with the human populace where you couldn’t tell the difference between the sink and the toilet.

Striding into the building she hiked the stairs.

“Smells like we’ve got company.” Marcus rumbled behind her as he carefully mounted the stairs. It was a risky business having something as heavy as Marcus in the delicate building.

Mara glanced over her shoulder at him. “Probably Sponsers. They’re not for us and you know it.”

She ignored the first floor entirely wanting to avoid all the unsavoury characters that bedded there, like nutty Abrum, the annoying mouse kid and Edmund; a short blond girl stood blocking the stairwell though. Mara straightened up to her full height before shoving past the girl, sending her flying down the hall.

“Get outta the way DWEEB!
she snarled loudly before continuing up the stairs until she reached the second floor. She sighed in aspiration when she spotted Edmund up here instead already leaning into a bedroom that wasn’t usually used. New student. Next she spotted Henri. Her heart did a few erratic beats before she turned her attention to the girl he was chatting to. Lilth. She shot them both a loaded look before unlocking her bedroom door and tossing her bag straight in.

Marcus paused at the top of the stairs and gave a glance around. “A lot of new faces. Alright Everest?” The bear muttered, giving the leopard a brief nod with his huge head. "Are these humans snacks or sponsers?"

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Character Portrait: Mara Lamia Character Portrait: Ruairi Vaduva Character Portrait: Lilith Báthory Character Portrait: London Dawn Merlo Character Portrait: Abram Maledetto Character Portrait: Edmund Malkin Character Portrait: Henri Leppards Character Portrait: Reiding Dalton Character Portrait: Milly Thorne
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Sprawling, winding, bustling. An amalgam of decay and decadence. Like the Minotaur's labyrinth had been splattered with various styles from various times, such as Victorian, Greeco-Roman, or Medieval. It looked as though some insane, pack-rat architect tacked onto the structure piece after piece, never satisfied but unwilling to scrap anything.

Reid didn't know quite what to make of the place, this University of Diversity. "Well, gotta give them points for the rhyme scheme," he mumbled to himself. The straps of his bag dug into his hands impatiently. He let it rest on the ground, but absolutely refused to let go of it. Just because he'd yet to have a rock thrown at his head for being a vampire didn't mean he was ignorant of the fact it could happen. And bags were probably fair game for these humans.

"'These humans'," he scoffed under his breath. "Already you've started talking like a vamp."

He sighed again. Reaching into his breast pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, Reid lit one up. Through the filter and past his lips, delicious smoke probed its seductive tendrils into his lungs. He held it for a moment before releasing it in the form of a smoke ring. Satisfied with his work, he then put away the rest of his stash, picked up his bag, and continued on his way. The map he'd shoved so carelessly in his back pocket was now a crumpled and torn mess, but it would still serve its function well enough. At least he hoped it would. As he stared more and more at the building he was supposed to be in, he began to feel slightly less sure of his map's accuracy.

It didn't look all that great. Home, even with those religious anti-vampire nuts roaming around, seemed like a far more appealing option. At least at home there was always hot water. This place looked like it lacked even running water. However, this had to be the place, because it kind of stood to reason that he wouldn't be hanging around in a penthouse or something, and on his map there was a note that marked this as the place. It was in a small font size and a footnote, not a proud, bold, and (possibly) embossed label like the others. The school wasn't proud of its vampire housing facility, that was for sure. They didn't want the vampires to be proud either, it seemed.

And so he entered, crossing the threshold with his back straight, cigarette hanging carelessly between his lips, his shoulders thrown back, and a broad grin on his face.

There was a stairwell in front of him, but he wasn't all too keen on going up just to return down, so he elected to take a short tour. After a quick once around he found to his slight but well hidden chagrin that the dorm he was looking for was obviously on the floor above him. Well, that at least means there has to be windows. But would anyone really notice another stench? Oh, but as soon as he went upstairs, passing by a poor girl who looked like someone'd tossed her aside like some sort of rag-doll, he caught a whiff of lingering cigarette smoke and he forgot all about her. Either someone had just lit one up, or there was someone who lived here and smoked often enough for a buildup of the smell. The possibility of both scenarios made him smile.

He breathed deeply before searching out his own dorm. This time he found it quickly, and along the way he'd seen a few interesting sights, rag-doll girl included. He whistled, "Animals, really! I didn't know they allowed pets." His thoughts revolved around the fact that so many of them had congregated together, as if debating the possibility of something interesting going on.

Well, curiosity killed the cat and all that. Even if he wasn't already dead, he wouldn't care. He crushed his burnt out cigarette under his foot, resolving to finagle a makeshift ashtray later, and walked down the hall. "Hey people," he called out.