;3 

So, shapeshifters or Vampire/Werewolf.

o3o

I'm up for either; leaning more towards the vampire/werewolf though I guess. Up to you. 

xD Alright, vampire/werewolf. Sounds good to me.
Bios, hrrhrr?

Oh, and... I probably would jump. ;n;
I'm so easily startled. xD

hehe. ;D 

Bios...bios... -_-

Name;

Gender;

Age; (literal & age they look)

Species;

Persinality;

History;

Other;

Looks;

blahblah ~

And my bios will be up later... right now I'm getting ready to leave & go skating with Kevin. :P 

( Nuh-uhhh. D8 Kira is just swamped with work. ;n; I apologize. )

Name; Sinclair

Gender; Male

Age; He looks sixteen to eighteen, so... As for literal, I dunno. xD He's new,

Species; Vampiree

Personality; He takes the personality type "quiet but strong." He's an introvert, but he just doesn't stare and shy away from people like most. Sinclair's brain is always working, thinking, about nothing in particular, most of the time. He's almost like a philosopher, always thinking about the world, the universe, people's purpose.

History; He's new.

Other; Agraaawwrrr.

Looks; Link? Yeah, link! [LINK]

And the other~

Name; Eden Lisswell

Gender; Female

Age; She looks sixteen. ono

Species; Werewolf

Personality; Eden is rebellious and independent. She never willing to depend on others and is too stubborn to ask for help, usually. She doesn't like being belittled, so asking for *censored*istance is usually out of the question, as is working as a team with someone else.

History; I don't have one, either.

Other; None.

Looks; In her human form, she has black-brown hair that's wavy, but curly, too. It comes past her shoulders and almost halfway down her back, and her bangs are always sideswept. Eden's height is five-foot-five, her skin in porcelain, and her eyes a muddled green, like a swamp. As a wolf, she keeps her black-brown hair and eyes, and her height comes to four-foot-two at the shoulder.

[ I was thinking of making a boy vampire too, but I dunno... ]

Looks; Cala is short, standing at five-foot-nothing, with deeply tanned skin. Her eyes, warm and inviting, are a smooth brown color. That, matched with her long, curly black hair, makes her look like a miniature chocolate goddess.

When she shifts, whether angered or on the full moon, she takes the form of a slight, agile wolf with the same warm eyes. At the shoulders, still small, she stands at about three-foot-two. 

~

{ Yay. :3 }

{ Who's starting? :o } 

{ I knew you'd say that. D: }

{ We'll say that it's end of October, about the 21st or something. o3o They live in northern ontario, where there's snow and cold weather, around Hudson Bay. Hehe. Polar bears. }

A dark-skinned, suspicious girl flitted around the park, lips parted in a pearly white smile. She chattered aimlessly with other girls her age, although they were taller than her. A person in her pack had hinted that there were other's in the area. Young wolves and vampires.

The girl, identified as Cala-Lily, couldn't pick up any traces of teenage wolves or vampires. The alpha had sent her on a wild goose chase; rumors circulated all the time. Everyone knew that their race was starting to disappear. Why would any immortal show up in Churchill? The only thing that ever happened here was the occasional polar bear that wandered into town.

~

Basil readjusted the backpack slung over his shoulder, cold hazel eyes sweeping over the area. The house he'd purchased was in a small neighborhood, far from any big city or town. Perfect. With an only too-perfect smile, he dropped his few belongings on the kitchen floor and left. He wanted too explore; get a feeling for the small place that would be his home for the next six months.

Instead of heading towards the park, Basil's instincts told him to go to the library. Perhaps it was only because he enjoyed books, but his gut told him he would be safe there. Safe. such a tempting, bittersweet idea. Nobody was ever safe; they were just out of harm's way for a short period of time. Especially Basil. 

( Well, why'd you ask? eue
Yay, Canada! 8D! )

In the corner of the library, where he liked to be, where it was quiet, sat Sinclair. Surrounded by the piles of books that often collected there, the books that the librarians never bothered to put back because they knew they'd end up there again, and sitting on a sort of cushion -- maybe a bean bag, but it didn't feel like it -- with his head held in his hand and his nose buried in a book.

The library was quiet and filled with all sorts of stories, knowledge, opinions, tales, speculations, and so on. In the middle of the silence Sinclair sat in would come a soft scoff, or maybe a chuckle, or a mumble. Whatever sound he made, it was always quiet, so as to avoid bothering anyone else who might be around or perhaps snooping around. Or maybe even eyeing him through the cracks of the bookshelves. People had done that before.

Despite the publicity of a library, Sinclair loved them. If he could be allowed a corner of a library and any books he wanted in them, he'd love it. The librarians were familiar with him, and knew that any books he finished, he put back in the exact spot he'd found them in. They never minded him, or bothered to bother him with more than just simple small talk. And, just as Sinclair finished a book, he caught the sent of another vampire. His hands slapped down to his sides, toppling a tower of books, and he sat straight in his seat. There had never been another vampire before!

~

Nature was something Eden liked. It was free, it was wild, it was what she wanted to be. Actually, what she was. Eden was a part of nature, just like a human was, but she was more than just a human. She was a werewolf, like the animals that were seen as dangerous, threats to cattle, threats to humans. But, she was bigger, more dangerous. Even if that was so, she knew that she couldn't take advantage of all that.

No, of course not. She had to stay hidden from humans, If they found out about her, they would probably hunt her down, sedate her, try to figure out what she was. And when they found out she was a werewolf, they would hunt for more. If there were any more, they would be hunted, and she would be the end of immortals.

The park was a lovely place. A lovely place to think about bad thoughts. If you just remembered where you were, a park with dogs dragging their owners over to sniff hard at the person sitting below a shady tree on a bench, you'd feel better, and probably giggle a bit. Through the scent of dogs, she didn't recognize the scent of something that she'd never encountered before. Another werewolf, of course.

Basil, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, strode into the library with a calm, collected look on his face. He was careful not to inhale through his nose; the scent of humans still set him off sometimes. Instead of looking at the people around him, he lingered near a book shelf, fingers brushing over the old, dusty pages carefully.  A lot of the books looked familiar to him, small recollections of their stories popping into his head immediately. He must've read them as a human.

Picking up a dark, worn leather paperback with no ti
tle, he began to flip through the pages. He only looked up when he became aware that something was wrong. Had somebody figured him out already? Blinking, he sucked in a deep breath and lifted his eyes. Somebody in the room smelled different; not of blood, and warmth and life, but of death. Vampire. Head spinning, he set the book back on the shelf and looked around him, trying to locate the source of the smell. His eyes fell on Sinclair for only a moment.

~

Cala was smarter than most her age, due to the amount of time she'd been forced to spend with the local pack. Well, she didn't even consider it a pack. It was only made up of four werewolves. There used to be more, but they'd been killed off. David, the rough, take-no-excuses Alpha, Marcus, the friendly-but-serious Delta, and another wolf, about her age, named Jack. Being the only girl in the pack made it tough, but also sharpened her senses towards scenting her own gender.

Inhaling deeply, she caught scent of Eden immediately. The blonde, long-legged bobble head she had been talking started to drone on into an endless babble. Narrowing her sharp eyes, she started to wander towards the scent in small, careful steps. She didn't stop walking until she located Eden. Her ex
pression was a mixture of terror and glee. She didn't know what to do now; call the alpha, or try and talk to Eden herself? On the other hand, though, she wasn't the only girl anymore.

Clearing her throat, the petite werewolf approached Eden with utmost care. "Hello," she said calmly, smiling timidly. "My name is Cala-Lily. Call me Cala. You are?"

It was easy to find a vampire who was standing right in front of your very eyes. His body tensed when he saw the other vampire's eyes fall over him, but he relaxed when they p*censored*ed. However, that had intrigued him. Sinclair wasn't going to follow the other around or anything of the sort, but instead, he approached the other.

The musky smell of another vampire. He'd almost forgotten it. "Hello," he greeted the other, offering a small smile, as well. He wasn't going to blurt out, "I know you're a vampire!" like he wanted to do, and then follow it up with, "I'm a vampire, too!" The excitement of meeting another after so long didn't get the better of him. He added, "I'm Sinclair. Are you new around here?"

~

The scent of one particular dog bothered her. What she didn't know that it was actually that of another werewolf. Another werewolf could've p*censored*ed her by in their wolf form, and she'd *censored*ume that she was either being too hopeful and seeing things, or it was just a larger-than-average wolf... Or a big dog. Eden never really put thought into whether or not she'd come across another immortal, and now that she was near one, she didn't care to notice.

However, the scent continued to call her attention. Finally, when she decided to give it some attention, it was only to jump up at the sound of a voice she hadn't expected to hear. Eden turned around, green eyes inspecting the other carefully. "I'm Eden," she answered. Why did this girl smell like a canine?

Sinclair cocked his head, still wearing that friendly smile he'd put on, except now there was curiosity in his eyes. "Is that so...?" he quiered, shifting his weight to another leg. "Shouldn't you be at home, unpacking? Or was the library too much of a thrill to ignore?" he asked, joking, and took a step away, towards the cleared areas between bookshelves. He hoped Basil would take the clue to follow.

"It's nice to meet you, too," Sinclair replied, keeping up the polite thing. Basil was new, so he had to be polite. And, getting on another vampire's bad side wouldn't be a good thing, so being polite was always the best way to approach someone you didn't know. And that's the approach Sinclair took.

~

Eden chuckled a little. "Well, not quite," she answered, reaching a little bit above eye level to pick a leaf from the tree above them. She rubbed the leaf in between her fingers, trying to calm her nerves. She had no idea why she was so on edge. "I haven't lived in this town before, but I have been in it."

She paused, waiting for Cala to finish her text. Actually, she didn't find it rude anymore. She knew people had the tendency to stop in the middle of a face-to-face conversation to answer another that wasn't so personal. Just to get some edge off their nervousness. But, was Cala nervous? "Yeah... So, I've come here before. Used to live two towns over."

Basil inclined his head, eyes glimmering with understanding. Without replying to Sinclair's comment, he slipped past him and into the area between the bookshelves. He played with a paperback novel titled "Moby Dick" while he waited idly. He wondered faintly what the foreign vampire wanted to tell him that others couldn't hear.

~

"How long ago?" Cala blurted out loud, cheeks growing warm when she realized how rude she must be coming off. Her next words were stuttered. "Er, sorry, I didn't mean to-" She cut herself off, however, when somebody in a beat-up silver pick up truck pulled up to the curb. A tall, lean young man with pale skin, bright green eyes, and sandy blonde hair grinned widely when he saw Cala and Eden.

"This is Jake," she explained carefully, trying not to fiddle with her hair as he approached. "He and I would like to talk to you...privately. Don't worry, though! We won't hurt you!"  

Air lightly brushed his cheek as Basil p*censored*ed him, which Sinclair blinked his eyes against, even turned his head away from. As the other began to fiddle with a book, Sinclair gently moved him away from where most could see them, into a place that was blocked off by bookshelves.

"So," he breathed out, turning away from the other vampire to select a book from a shelf. There was a reason he'd come to this section. He picked out a book -- one that didn't cause him to grimace -- and handed it to Basil. The cover read, "Interview With the Vampire." Convenient. Maybe he'd take the hint. "why'd you decide to move here?"

~

"A-" Before Eden could reply, the arrival of a truck at the curb caught her attention. From it stepped a tall male with almost the same scent Cala had -- that of a canine. Eden blinked her swampy eyes. Were they just dog people, or were they...other werewolves? The thought excited Eden some, put also put her slightly on that edge she'd believed Cala had been on a second ago.

Eden nodded slowly. "Oh...kay..." That grin the new male had given them was just a little bit creepy; it made her worry a bit more. Did they know what she was? "Jake, right," Eden said with a slight nod. "Ah... Well, I'll trust you, then." she added, eyebrows knitting together. Should she trust them?

( eue Jake. )

{ I picked the name of the most obnoxious guy I know. *0* }

Basil couldn't help but grin, something in his gut telling him that Sinclair wasn't going to hurt him anytime soon. He trusted that feeling. "Convenience," he replied smoothly, slipping delicately through the pages of the book he was handed. "I often do when people figure out I'm not quite like them, if you catch my drift..." Idly, he wondered when the newspapers and television reports would die down enough for him to return home; how was he supposed to know that there was someone video taping him the entire time he was feeding?

~

Cala clapped her hands together, letting loose a little hop. She often did this when she was pleased with herself. "Alright," she chirped, taking hold of Eden's arm carefully. "We'll just walk on over to Jake's digusting pick up, and continue our conversation there." The young man sauntering behind Cala snorted, as if to disagree with her, but stayed silent otherwise. "Oh, and you needn't worry about Jake; he's creepy, but rather useless on two feet."