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Prestory:
Humans hate us. We can understand why, I mean, who would want to die a slow and painful death? However, we've learned not to care about what our food thinks of us. Everyone stays away from the mansion, even the village idiot, until one human came here...

Rules:
1. No godmodding!
2. PG-13
3. All profiles MUST be ok'd by me. So just PM them to me and i will post them.


Profile skeletons:

Humans-
Username:
Name:
Age:
Favorite color:
Hobbies:
Bio:
Appearance:

Vampires-
Username:
name:
Age: ______ but looks ______
Power:
Hobbies:
Bagged or fresh?:
Appearance:


Powers (Vampires only, you can only have ONE!!!!!):
Flight
Telepathy
Telekinesis
Strength
Speed
Invisibility
Seeing into the future

Accepted Humans

Username: Zelici DragonSquire
Name: Christof Martinson
Age: 21
Favorite color: deep indigo
Hobbies: wine tasting, fruit growing/selling, mystery hunting
Bio: Ever curious, Christof heard about the Vampire Mansion from a foreum on line. And since he loves mysteries and the supernatural he naturally traveled to the town to see the mansion for himself. And of course to go in and see real, live, undead vampires!
Appearance:

Username: Syaoran-Puu
Name: Jayden Fiest
Age: 20
Favorite color: Red. The colour of love, hate, passion, lust, anger....
Hobbies:

• He enjoys designing and making his own clothes and accessories (especially since he hates being the 'same' as everyone else).
• He has a keen and intellectual mind so enjoys a good game of chess.
• Enjoys sketching nature, even if most consider him to only be 'fair' at it, he does it because he enjoys it.
• Enjoys playing the piano. Yet sometimes he will end up crying while he does.

Bio: Jayden has had a good life for the most part. Though when he was a young child (age 9) his twin brother died from a heart condition; this has left Jadyen a little closed off to the world emotionally and verbally. He tends to vent his feelings out through his clothing and piano. The reason he started learning the piano was because his brother used to play... and when he plays he feels connected to him once more. His brother was called Jasper. Jayden used to volunteer at an old peoples home until he left for college, while there he learnt to play chess and poker, and while he doesn't particularly like playing poker he did become rather skilled at both games.
Appearance: Dyed red hair (naturally mousey brown). Brown Eyes. About 5"9 tall. Porcelain white skin, despite the fact that he spends a lot of time outside. Slender build but does have some muscle definition.



Username: Itsumo_dreamer
Name: Nathaniel Daniel Sinclair
Age: 21
Favorite color: black
Hobbies:
+ cleaning
+ reading
+ playing the violin, and piano
+ dancing classical, such as the waltz and fox trot...but he still needs practice
Bio: Nathaniel usually enjoys going on adventures with his friend Christof. He's lead a pretty decent life, nothing too crazy - except for his adventures with Christof. That was only before Christof mentioned heading to 'that' mansion. Why was he so curious of those beings? He refused to go along with Christof, but as he watched his friend leave, and the weather turn for the worst, he felt bad. If anything happened to Christof it would be on his conscious the whole time. He heard they were hideous, mean spirited, monsters..but he really can't leave his friend, thinking that he may be in danger.
Appearance: Natural brown hair hinting towards orange. Hazel eyes. Height: 5'10. Average build. Glasses are needed to improve vision, but he doesn't need them all the time

Marlana was up in her room that was once an attic when she heard a faint noise, thinking of it as the rain, she resumed her reading when she heard it again, more clearer as someone knocking at the door. "I wonder..." she started to say as she put her book down and walked, in a human's eyes, very quickly down the stairs. Standing on her tip-toes she looked through the peep-hole seeing a very drenched human. She sighed as she opened the door.

"Hello." she said with a soft smile as she looked at the sopping human, stepping aside. "Come in." she said opening the door wider for the human male to step in and closed is behind him. She smiled as he led him to the sitting room were a fire was roaring, "Stay here and I'll bring you a towel." she said as she left quickly bringing a towel, You have a guest Andolan. thought handing the male a towel, "Here you are. The owner of the house should be with you shortly." she said with a smile. "Would you like anything warm to drink? Coffee, tea, milk, cocoa?" she asked.

Jayden had been about to give up and leave when a strangely beautiful female answered the door, her build seemed slight and fragile but looking at her Jayden had a feeling it was just his imagination... as if this female could snap him in two if she so wished. He blinked at the thought, the same foreboding feeling spreading through his body even as he did his best to ignore.

A small smile in place he listened to the woman speak, part of him wishing she would slow down and let him say something rather than simply ushering him from place to place. Still, he went without too much resistance, thankful to be out of the cold and wet. Alone Jayden looked around... the house was... WOW! Just WOW! It was magnificent, the richness of the place couldn't be denied, making Jayden feel suddenly small and poor in comparison. Part of him wanted to run a hand over some of the exquisite furniture but he didn't want to leave a mark or ruin anything, no, instead he simply wrapped his arms around himself and tried not to shiver too much. He heard footsteps again, turning he saw the same little female approach, this time holding a towel.

He accepted the towel a little cautiously. He bowed his head softly. "Thank you." He tried to smile, tried to come across as happy and thankful... even as he shivered again. Jayden wrapped the towel around his shoulders then, standing a little awkwardly as she offered him a beverage. Shaking his head softly he quietly replied, "Thank you, again, but I am ok. I do not wish to impose upon you more than I already have." Still, Jayden found himself a little curious about the 'owner' of this house... what kind of person owned a house as rich and extravagant as this? He wasn't sure.

It didn't take long to find out, a stunning male with long hair soon appeared down the stairs..... he remained silent, not say anything until the guy was practically upon him and had offered his house to him for the night. Shaking his head Jayden held up his hand and shook it a little, "Really, I do not wish to impose further, you have both already been more than generous." He stilled, "I have no way to thank you as it is." Jayden believed in paying his 'debts', and being helped by another was a 'debt' in his mind. He didn't want to be left feeling like he owned anyone anything.

"Thank you though," He said softly, bowing his head again in a manner similar to what he had done for the lady only moments earlier. Even as he made up his mind to try and leave his stomach growled from a sudden wave of hunger. Instinctively he placed a hand over the rumbling thing in an effort to quell the sound... it didn't work, which had Jayden flinching a little. Ok, so food actually sounded good. Warmth sounded even better.... but how could he simply take their hospitality and give nothing back? From the corner of his eye he saw a piano, once again his thoughts drifting to playing one, to allow himself to be cocooned in the silky smooth notes and sounds.... would playing for them be a payment? No, it was likely they could both play far better than he could, most didn't keep a piano simply for decoration after all.

Andolan shook his head. "Nonsense. It has been a long while since we've had any visitors. Your presence is as much a blessing to us as it is for you to be out of the rain. Just being here repays any-" He stopped when there was a knock on the door. "Oh? Another visitor. How rare!" He quickly went to the door, opening it. "My, my, that's two travelers caught in the rain. Please, come inside and get out of the cold." He said gently. He knew the rumors well. They were true, after all. They were vampires. The difference was that he only drank bagged blood. Humans were not harmed in his home. "I don't bite, I assure you." He gently, but securely, took the boys arm and led him in. "It's not safe to travel in this weather. I insist that you stay the night, or my conscience may never rest easy. Please, get warm. Are you hungry? Thirsty?" He asked.

Andolan blinked at the questions, then sighed. "Yes. I am. However, you have my word that we will not harm you while you're here. I already fed today, and I don't drink blood straight from the source." He smiled some. "Now then, are you hungry or thirsty? I can look for clothes that you can wear while yours are washed and dried. Can't have you getting a cold."

Nathaniel huffed in front of the main door to the mansion, some minutes behind Christof. He couldn't believe himself, how did he manage to convince himself to go after his friend? There were all sorts of rumors about this place, and many not very good. The lights were on inside and there were movements from what Nathaniel could tell from the window. "Why..?" He questioned aloud to himself. He was dripping wet from the rain with all sorts of odd thoughts running through his head. He had disagreed on coming here when Christof suggested it, but ran after Christof when he thought that it wasn't good leaving him alone. 'Well, what if they attacked him and are feasting on him now?!' His wild thoughts continued as he tried to peer in through a window, but seeing no one. He figured if these rumors were true, and there really were blood sucking demons in there - 'well, it's better safe than sorry!'

Thunder shook his nerves as he rounded to the side of the mansion. He screamed, but his scream was masked by the loud clap of thunder. He was scaring himself without the need for any monsters to pop up. His glasses weren't helping him in the rain, so he took them off. He didn't need them all the time, and especially not in the rain - they were actually a hinderance in the rain.

He came about another window and peered into it, a dark room. He moved on, another dark room. "Where is everyone?" He muttered, wondering aloud as he moved to the next window, a kitchen. He could have almost sworn someone was just there, but it seems no one was in there anymore. "Is someone cooking...soup??" He wondered as he spotted a pot and some ingredients. "AHHH-!" Another clap of thunder, it seems the storm was right above their heads.

Nathaniel was in the mud now, he fell from the scare, accompanied by the thought that perhaps they made soup of his friend. But he didn't see a sign of Christof anywhere. He saw signs of life, but didn't see a soul. 'OH MY GOSH...What if it's ghosts?' He shivered slightly from being drenched in the cold rain and the thought of ghosts, monsters, and ghouls- and his friend being eaten alive.

Nathaniel's jaw dropped as a strange man helped him up. He couldn't make sense of what was going on at all in the storm. "O-o-okay.." He nodded and stuttered out words of agreement. 'Three?' He wondered who the third person might have been. His friend was probably one of the guests the man was talking about, which was a bit of a relief. He stood up and sort of patted himself off, but it didn't help any with the mud sticking to him. He didn't need to stand under the umbrella, he was already throughly drenched already - the umbrella was no help to him at this point. He walked ahead of the man, stumbling a bit as he walked. There was mud in his shoes, he was sure of it. Mentioning about pneumonia, a sneeze escaped him. He believed he would be fine if he got dry and warm. He pretty much forgot that this was suppose to be a monster's home, the man helping him looked normal, and it was cold, and he was wet, and his shoes felt squishy...