Save Our Souls (Semi lit+)

OOC:
Join? -Tosses you a cookie-

Ooc: sure sures. ^_^ *grabs cookie and stuffs it in mouth all at once* any specific character you want? or you making your own?

{{hmm...methinks I'll lurk if that's ok xD }}

OOC:; I was going to have a human? and one of the pre-mades if that's alright?

Ooc: lurk? like not join but just watch? sures. ^_^

{{*nodsnods* Pretty much yea. *goes to lurk* }}

Ooc: sure Fires. Bios pleases

OOC:: Might take me a bit. Do you want me to give you names?
Also, for my pre-made, can it be the old vampire?

Ooc: yup yups quick names would be good. I could add you to the list faster. ^_^

OOC:
Shaye Black =]
And Alexi Draq (Vampire)

Ooc: they're up...

Ooc:hmm....may I join as the hafey? (talks to self)
Why yes you can! XD
*throws things at self*
Horrah!

Name: Shaye Black
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years old
Race: Human (Italian)
Personality: Shaye is upbeat, hyperactive and somewhat random. She has a very upbeat outlook on life and is generally always happy and smiling. She very rarely gets upset or depressed, but when she does, she attempts to hide her emotions from her friends. She hates being cooped up, and often can be found out with her friends, bouncing off of things. She is terrifed of snakes and spiders, and generally freaks out whenever she sees them.
Others: N/A


Name: Alexi Draw
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, appears to be about 20 years old.
Race: Vampire (Russian)
Personality: Alexi is considered to be emotionless. He is very much the typical vampire, and lives according to his instincts most of the time. He is highly intelligent and loves to read. He doesn't speak very good english, but he has learned a bit, mainly due to his reading. Due to his prolonged solitude, he has become slightly deranged, although it's hard to tell. He rarely speaks outloud, but instead holds long conversations with himself in his head. He is very intense, and often sometimes goes over board. Though he appears emotionless, he can be quick to anger at times, particularly if people pry into his past. Once angry, it takes a long time for him to be calmed down or to calm down. He can be child-like at times, once again due to his solitude.
Other: N/A

((Ya know, this sounds interesting! Can I join?
-throws a pie at face- =3))

Ooc: Of couse you can Elastic! X3
@fire: btw love Alexi's pic.

Name: Iris
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human/Polish
Personality: Iris is rather secluded, she hardly ever talks about herself or her personal life. When the conversation is headed in this direction, she turns it around quickly. Gets angry easily and when she does it tends to result in a fight of some sort, whether with words or violence. She can usually calm herself by daydreaming or some other form of fantasizing.
Other: Wears a simple strip of midnight teal clothe around her neck in the form of a choker.

OOC: Thanks Soal, I like it =]

Name: Revan Cooper
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human/Vampire cross breed
Personality: Grumpy, confused, more of the sulk in silence type. Not easily taken off guard, more observant and intuitive than most, tends to only speak when spoken too, not many have heard him talk otherwise.
Others: Sunlight tolerant, ages like humans, may eat both human or vampiric food, depending on his mood...

((I like it too. Very cool. ^^
Nice bio soal =3))

Ooc: thanks. It's short... *smacks self at always making short bios. so undescriptive! DX...X) but it's fine. I'll wait a couple more minutes before starting intros on this.
Btw: we start where the group just start to spot the house.

((-twiddles thumbs-
So... seen any good movies lately? -I'm so bad at smalltalk...-
So, do you want to start soon soal?))

Ooc: LOL! yeah sorry. I had to get off last night. Pitty we're not all on, but oh well. I'll post my intro in a minute...hopefull we'll get more members. We have a villan, and three teens. I was hoping for a min of five. But oh well. XD

Ooc: I suppose we'll put in some none playables just so the group doesn't seem so small...
bic;
Revan walked behind the group of laughing, wound up teens as usual. He tended to always be the one to linger at the back of groups instead of the middle or front, and half the time, he wasn't even aware of what they were talking about. This was one of those times. He looked carefully at all the twisted gnarled trees they passed by, his mother had told him time and time again that he could never enter this forest. But she'd never gotten into detail about why. 'It's to dangerous for you and you're friends.' she'd say, 'you'll get hurt.' But he was almost an adult now, how dangerous could one forest be? He narrowed his eyes at the spooky look the forest held, as if it itself was warning him to head back. He grumbled to himself slightly, though he did have a funny feeling about going in here, whether it was his mother's countless warnings, or just his own suspicions warning him. But as he'd said before, it was just a forest. He heard another loud outburst of laughter from one of the girls in the group and rolled his eyes, looking around at the forest again, from side to side almost as if he were paranoid. He wasn't however, the narrowed grumpy look in his eye spoke clearly about that.He didn't exactly have a normal family, his dad had left him when he was only a year old, leaving him alone with his human mother. He wished he could call himself human as well, but that was not the case, his father had been an immortal being, though that was all his mother had cared to tell him in that matter, the rest was positive things about how wonderful and perfect his father had been. He rolled his eyes again. Revan had been eleven when his life had dramatically changed, there had been an accident in art class, and one pf his fellow students had bled. That had set him off, though he'd managed to convince the principle that it was a mere fight, with the help of his mother of course. Since then he'd known he was different, and that had put him in a bit of a perma depression. He was a fairly tall boy, scruffy brown hair and dark eyes, pale, as to be expected due to his situation, and wearing the same coat jeans and high top shoes he always did. He sighed and looked around at the forest again, still uncomfortable to be here.

Iris walked at the front of the group of friends. Listening to the chatter of the girls and guys. Particular conversations she tuned into, listening but trying not to show that she was. Occasionally she was pulled into a conversation too, going along with the topic and laughing at appropriate times. This was when she felt uncomfortable, when she had to speak. It was interesting to listen to others, but having to respond and keep the conversation going wasn't her favorite thing to do. She tried to make this clear, but it seemed that the other girls wouldn't stop dragging her into their chatter, even when her back was to them and her mind was clearly elsewhere.

Finding a break in the gossip, Iris focused on the woods around them, trying to discern what her Mother had warned her about. The probable answer was animals, there must be plenty lurking in these woods, and some of them might be dangerous. But would any animal with commonsense stick around with such a rambunctious group? Probably not. Still, her Mother had warned her countless times, so it seemed it would be something important.

Noticing the vibe this forest gave off, Iris couldn't blame her Mother for not wanting her to come into it. It was full of large trees that must have been old for they towered over the group, casting shadow upon shadow until there was no light left. The ground under her feet crunched with every step and seemed to echo throughout the forest even with the mindless chatter of her group. It seemed that no matter how hard she looked, Iris could not make out anything more than a couple feet from her. If she tried, the shadows would block and obscure her view until she felt she was seeing things. This only added to the sick feeling she got from the place. Though she was determined to deteriorate it. She was shivering now, but from cold, excitement, or fear, Iris couldn't tell. Though it was probably the cold, considering her white tank top, jeans - the only thing that gave evidence of the weather - and high-topped vans.