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Stepping onto the old cobble stone streets of downtown, a sigh escaped the pursed, pouted lips of Anastasia, or Ana as she loved to be called by her victims. Yes, victims they were to her, not lovers, not friends. Who would want to befriend something they were about to eat? But then again, Ana was great at acting. She had had a lot of practice, living as long as she had, met so many people, charming her way through. With each person came a different taste though, and with each memory of it, came their faces. She could never rid herself of the evil she had brought upon these poor, unsuspecting people that passed her way. She could never rid herself of their screams or pleas as she sucked them dry; every drop of everything they had to offer. And she could never rid herself of the memories that the blood brought with it.

With each face, came a memory.

Raking back her short black, cropped hair, she opened her crystal blue eyes to the moon, her usually pale skin darkened by the amount of blood running through her preternatural body. She tucked her hands back into the familiar black gloves before tucking them away in the pockets of her blood red trench coat. Her black heels clicked against the sidewalk as the cold wind blew by but she was not affected. She could feel no cold, only the warmth of the blood, and the warmth of the black as night dress she wore around her body, complete with black stockings and a red scarf. Her dress was thin, double spagetti strapped and hanging at least 6 in. above her knees. And around her slender neck, she wore the jewel her Master had given her such a long time ago, the dark blue gem catching rays of electrical light from the street lamps above her.

Rounding the corner rather slowly, she wound her way through the small crowd and slipped inside the building with the bouncing walls of music. It blasted through her head along with the smell of smoke and of people talking. Pulling back her blood lust, she once again wound through the crowd as nothing more than a ghost, until she found a nice round seat to park at. Removing her scarf and coat, placing them on the seat next to her, she looked up at the bar tender but ordered nothing. He nodded to her and she sat with her back to the bar, looking out at the people talking and dancing.

A smile curled her lips as she crossed one elongated leg over the other. "I'm home." She said to herself.

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Welcome to "A Vampire's Life for Me"!

If you would like to roleplay in this ^^ then fill out the character information and post your character here ^^ With your character sheet, post your introduction into the roleplay okay? Have fun and enjoy ^^.

~Character Sheet~

Name:
Age: (how old you look and your real age. If you are human, than just normal age please)
Vampire/Human:
Personality:
Appearance:
Background:

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Name: Anastasia Nay (Ana)

Age: She looks around the age of nineteen but she is really 690 years old.
Vampire/Human: Vampire

Personality: Ana is a quiet girl. She rarely makes friends because then she ends up sucking them dry later that night. She sticks to herself but loves crowds. The clubs are her favourite place to hang out at because of the loud music and closeness of the people in such a small place. She only loved her Master so it has been awhile since she has had a lover.
Appearance: Ana has crystal blue eyes that she got from her Mother when she born, and her black hair by her Father. She keeps it short, hanging just above the tops of her ears and a little over her eyes. Almost everytime you see her, she will have some sort of unatural colour streaked in her hair because she just loves what humans have come up with since she was alive.

Background: Ana was born on September 3, 1409 in the Medival Times of England. She lived with her Mother and Father and older brother as the perfect little family. But sadly, her Mother was caught out after dark and murdered on the trail around the corner from Ana's home. After that, her Father never let her leave the house unless she was with her brother, Brac, or her Father. Staying inside all of the time while they went off to work, Ana grew unaturally pale and soon became the eye of everyone in town. She got stares from the women who gossiped as she walked by, or cat whistles by the men. It never really bothered her because she knew one day they would suffer for their terrible ways. She was a firm believer that people always got what they deserved.

One night on her way home at the age of nineteen. Her brother had told her to stand right outside the butcher's home while he went in to chat with the daughter of the meat cutter. He was sure she would be safe and stay put but Ana being the little wanderer, decided to leave her post to investigate a small patch of grass that seemed to be shining. When she placed her hand to it and brought it back up to stare at it in the light of the fire posts, she gasped and backed up, earning a growl from the grove infront of her. She wiped the blood on her peasentry dress she wore when she did housework or such and turned to run only to have her wrist snatched.

Being dragged into the grove, screaming and kicking, she kept her eyes closed as a hand came out to cover her mouth. Only did she open her eyes when someone cooed softly in her ear about being "the lucky one" and "the one I've been watching for some time". She looked up and saw a man. Just a normal man with wavy blonde hair and the blackest eyes she had ever seen. Entranced by his pale skin as well, she moved away from his hands but kept close. "Do you stay inside as well?" She asked him. He had shooken his head and took her cheek in his hand, staring straight into her eyes. Leaning into the touch, she closed her eyes once more before she felt a sharp pain on her neck. Not making a sound, she waited to talk when the pain subsided. She looked up at the man who now seemed not so pale and quite satisfied. She blurted out then, "Take me with you." Never had she been so foreward in her life but it just came and with it came a smile to grace the thin lips of the man before her. He nodded and took her neck to his lips again for a second, reopening the small wounds he had made only seconds before. Slicing his wrist with his fangs, he held it to her lips and she drank.

For hours they stayed like that in the little grove, passing into each other their blood and memories and only did Ana snap out of it when she heard her brother yelling for her. She wanted to run to him, she ached to but she knew now that she couldn't. She had to stay with the man she instantly loved.

He took her hand and pulled her to him as he fell over into a small hole in the ground. He covered them with dirt and wrapped his arms around her as did she with him and they fell asleep, earning her some good time to forget about her old life and think about the new life she would have with her Master.

At the ripe age of 441, Ana was left alone by the man for he was to take care of other business but he told her to go on the ship that would take her to America and that he would meet up with her soon. He has yet to show and it is now 2006 in Clearwater, Florida and Ana has grown tired of waiting. She's gone out on her own more and enjoys the peace of not having "extra baggage" as she liked to say. Now, she is searching for some fun...and maybe an interesting lover.

Name: Synth Veranier
Age: 13 (85 years old in Vampire years)
Vampire/Human: Vampire
Personality: A cheerful girl who's curiosity knows no bounds.
Appearance: Small with long blonde hair and red eyes. http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h115/L_Archel/Kindofcute.jpg
Background: Synth is the daughter of a toymaker and was bitten recently. Synth has amnesia though and after she was bitten, wandering the toyshop oneday, she forgot about her parents and pastlife. She's still very confused about her situation and has trouble trying to sate her hunger. Synth was taken in by an older vampire called Edin who actually hunts other vampires. Edin is trying to teach Synth these techniques and urges her to help him purge the world from the evil vampires.


INTRODUCTION:
Synth sat on the wall, kicking her feet about as she waited for Edin's return. The night was still young and he had been away for quite some time. Synth would probably be worried if she wasn't used to it by now. Eventually she hopped down and searched for something to occupy her mind. Synth didn't like being bored; it made her slightly angry for some reason. She fiddled with her toy and cursed herself for her ignorance. If only Synth could remember anything! Her mother... her father... She didn't know these people anymore and she didn't like it.

As she thought this, a shadow appeared from behind her slyly. The scarf they wore was dark green... Synth knew what that meant. "Hi Edin. What happened today?"

How's this?

Name: Zan Trou
Age: 100 years. Looks: 16, mabey a little older
Vampire/Human: VAMPIRE
Personality: Wants to be nice, but is WAY to shy. "Stands up" for what he belives in.
Appearance: Normally wears a heavy black cloak. Grey eyes, black hair.
Background: He was born a vampire. Once a vampire, always a vampire... well, he hopes not. He really doesn't enjoy killing people, and he just wants to fit in. But... he isn't doing a avery good job of that so far. sweatdrop