Ari Amari

Lieu : 1224, rue Lake
Interagir avec: Lui-même, quelques chats, et le lait hors de date
Le matin d'Ari commença avec les tonalités dulcètes de Bach, et les tonalités pas si dulcètes d'Apollo, se mouvant dans son oreille.
-- C'est déjà le moment? Il murmura à son chat endormi, pataugeant aveuglément dans l'air jusqu'à ce que sa main trouve la fourrure soyeuse d'Apollon, le piquant dans le silence. Son autre main a atteint sa tête, essuyant le sommeil de ses yeux jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse nu pour les ouvrir pleinement tous les deux.
Maintenant éveillé - un peu - Ari a atteint de son téléphone, éteignant l'alarme (Il ne pouvait pas comprendre pourquoi les gens se réveillaient avec des cloches de jarring, quand la musique classique fait un si bon travail.) et d'ouvrir son navigateur pour voir si le jour a donné quelque chose d'intérêt pour lui.
Et oh, il n'a pas été négligé sur ce front.
"Mortaux d'abord? Oh, pauvres humains. Vous n'avez jamais l'air d'apprendre." Il soupira, secouant la tête en regardant la vidéo "Helsing". Jamais il n'avait rencontré des créatures qui prospéraient ainsi du conflit - il n'est pas étonnant que les anciens Dieux aient tant aimé jouer avec eux.
Toujours à regarder, il s'est assis au lit, faisant défiler les différents commentaires avant de s'en lasser - l'histoire serait tout ce qui a été parlé pendant des jours maintenant, donc le reste de cela pourrait attendre qu'il ait pris un petit déjeuner.
En jetant des vêtements sur - et de l'eau froide à travers ses yeux encore las - Ari a travaillé à nourrir ses trois chats. Artemis vient évidemment de tuer une toute petite souris, et l'a placée par ses pieds nus fièrement alors qu'il versait de la nourriture pour chats dans les bols.
"Aww, nous apprenons encore, n'est-ce pas Arty? Qui est la plus jolie petite chasseuse de Londres?" Il coiffait alors qu'il chatouillait l'arrière de ses oreilles, inaugurant des pourritures de la tabby au gingembre. Si Talia avait été ici, il y aurait probablement eu une certaine expression de dégoût sur son traitement de ses bébés chats - mais encore une fois, elle était tout autant une personne de chat que lui.
"Ra, hors du comptoir. Nous en avons déjà parlé." Le plus jeune des trois s'éloignait de la céréale, il cueillait la boîte, puis le lait... qui, en l'ouvrant, inaugurait une puanteur aigre. Il se froissait le nez, il regardait le gâchis de lait à l'intérieur. Magnifique. Pas de céréales, alors. Et avec un manque décevant de toute forme de bacon ou d'oeufs dans la maison, il a dû aller dehors pour le petit déjeuner.
D'habitude, ça ne l'embête pas, mais les Fae ont juste dû rendre sa matinée plus compliquée avec leur petite crise, n'est-ce pas?
"C'est quoi, ça? Dieu soit damné. Les gars, amusez-vous bien. Papa doit aller chercher sa propre nourriture." Il soupira considérablement, s'emparant de son manteau avec une vague rapide pour ses chats. Apollon bourdonnait fort en réponse, Ra était à moitié assis dans, à moitié manger sa nourriture, et Artemis mangeait dans le bol d'Apollon avant que son frère remarque.
L'extérieur était plus froid qu'il ne semblait, ce qui faisait des merveilles pour l'humeur d'Ari.
"Bloody Faeries. Ça ne fait qu'empirer les choses pour tout le monde. Cela va certainement rendre les humains comme nous mieux." Il se plaignit tranquillement alors qu'il marchait, respirant de sa bouche comme du brouillard venant de la mer. "Fucking Faeries. Espérons que le café ait le chauffage allumé." C'est ainsi qu'Ari s'est dirigé vers The Early Bean. Qui avait besoin de Starbucks?

Stefani Roche

Lieu: Cosy Central
Interagir avec: Yuki 
Stef avait creusé dans un des tiroirs de sa chambre, se demandant si elle avait laissé ses mites avec les plats de pâtes dans la cuisine la nuit dernière quand Yuki a crié à travers.
"Merci - où les ai-je laissés cette fois?" Elle a demandé avec un sourire, s'emparant de son chapeau avant de partir, le plaçant accidentellement sur ses cheveux alors qu'elle prenait ses mites de Yuki. Ils étaient mignons, ils avaient des empreintes de patte sur eux et tout. Après un autre coup d'œil rapide à l'extérieur, il a vu la neige ne se levait pas; on dirait qu'ils prenaient définitivement le Tube ce matin. Elle avait grandi pour supporter les trains souterrains, simplement pour des raisons nécessaires - elle ne pouvait pas constamment avoir peur d'eux, parce qu'elle et Yuki ne pourraient pas aller nulle part ailleurs. Ainsi, Stef s'occupait des espaces chauds et crampés du tube avec un sourire sur son visage - cependant, cette nonchalance n'a pas été transmise aussi facilement à d'autres zones confinées. Heureusement, elle n'a pas eu beaucoup d'interaction avec des espaces comme celui-ci.
"Nous sommes prêts à partir?" Elle a demandé à Yuki de zipper son manteau.
Stefani Roche
Vampire
 Basic Information
| Name |
Stefani “Stef” Roche
Previously Isabella di Diavolo 
| Date of Birth |

Born 12th August 2003
Turned 13th August 2019
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Pansexual
| Occupation |
Does some part-time work in Yuki’s tattoo parlour – secretarial work, and the like. Is looking for some more jobs to avoid boredom, and maybe get some more money.
| In-Depth Appearance |

Standing at just 5’1, Stef is a hardly imposing figure. Her body has some remnants of curves, and a decent sized bust for a girl of her age. However, the recent changes she has gone through will be the only further developments her teenage body will undergo – pale skin which is for the most unmarred, barring a bite mark on her neck. It’s quite easily covered up with make-up or some form of clothing, but she dislikes it all the same.
As for her heart-shaped face, it is a sweet one to look at. Dark blue eyes are framed by long dark lashes, atop of which sit brown shapely brows; paired with full lips and a button nose, it is quite easy for her to look as young as thirteen at some points... or older than eighteen. It depends on how she looks.
Her teeth are white and straight, and of course, her fangs are ever present. Severly annoyed that they weren’t retractable as so much media showed, Stef has made do by trying to not smile with her teeth so much.
Atop her head sits long hair of a dark chestnut colour – light can easily pick out subtle red and gold tones within her naturally coloured hair – of which the style rarely stay the same. Some days it’ll be up in a lazy bun, others it’ll be either straightened or pulled into gorgeous waves. Depends on her mood, really.
Her clothing style also changes with the wind – she’s not really fussed on what to wear, only picking out certain outfits more carefully when she’s trying to make an impression. Going somewhere that cheap for kids? Wear something cutesy. Going to a bar? Make-up and heels, girl.
Her accent is a strange one – although majorly American, she’s tried to cover it up somewhat with a generic sounding English one; what with being classed as missing and all. But the accent slips sometimes – when she’s particularly emotional, her native Italian accent will take the lead, some Italian words (Usually curse words, at that) slipping in too.



Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Sharp ♦ Hot-Headed ♦ Vulnerable ♦ Dorky ♦

As per the fact she’s still a teenager – regardless of her new immortality – she still acts like a teenager at times. Stef’s temper can be erratic at times, almost as if puberty were still effecting her. And my goodness, it’s a fiery one – when brought forth, slammed doors and a fast rant in Italian will burst forth. However, it doesn’t really last long, as she hates the very word of “sulk” – reluctant apologies will soon follow, unless she feels she’s particularly in the right.
However, even when her temper hasn’t been snapped, her words can often come out sharp to those that irritate her. Not only that, but she is sharp in every sense of the word – not just in tongue, but in wit. She’s a quick-thinker, that’s for certain, and can easily get herself out of trouble quickly.
When growing closer to her, two things will become obvious: One – she’s a total nerd. She loves sci-fi, fantasy, all that jazz, and is quite happy in expressing it. She won’t care if someone judges her negatively for it either – she enjoys her nerd status. It’s pretty easy to be dorky online too, where nobody will suspect you being a Vamp, nor will she accidently rip their throats out. Everybody wins! :D
And the second thing one will notice is her vulnerability. She went through quite a lot in a short amount of time, and she still hasn’t gotten over it yet. Relaxing around people she trusts will show that more obviously, especially in times of stress or worry. So far, it’s only Yuki who’s seen this side of her. And for the time being, she’s happy keeping it that way.

| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Drawing, painting; any form of art, really.
✔Listening to music (Mostly some form of rock) that is unhealthily loud. (Not for immortal eardrums, bitcheesss)
✔Sass. Lots of sass.
✔Horses & Horse riding
✔Blood, unfortunately.
✔The Killers
✔France; culture, food, language, art... anything.
✔Fire, from matchsticks to wildfires to fireworks.
✔Taking walks at night-time
✔CHOCOLATE
✔Sleeping late and waking late – she’s always been a night owl in that regard.
✔All things nerdy and geeky-like, all fandoms great and small! (Except MLP – FuckMLP.)
✘Blood, unfortunately.
✘Close spaces, thanks to her less than comfortable journey from Venice to London.
✘Waking up early.
✘Waking up early because of nightmares. Yay, exhausation! ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)
✘Bright lights – although not starting out as a Vampiric thing, it’s certainly become more of an issue from being turned.
✘Bugs – she may be a creature of the night, but moths, wasps and spiders can go fuck off back to the depths of hell from whence they came.
✘Peppers. If they’re hidden away in her food, she’ll pick ‘em out, just watch her.
✘Woolen clothing – it’s so itchy!
✘Extended solidarity.



| History |

Born in Colorado, America to Italian and French immigrant parents, Stef – or rather, Isabella, as she was at the time – was a girl of two worlds. She’d grown up speaking Italian, only learning English when she began attending Elementary school; as such, this set her apart from the other students at first. However, she soon integrated, balancing her Italian and American identity well for such a young girl. She visited her parent’s home country a lot, growing up with places like Rome and Florence as a second home. She even had a brother, older by three years, to look out for her. Other than a few troublesome boyfriends (and girlfriends) and a very brief perky cheerleader phase, Stef didn’t really have much to worry about.
That was until her sixteenth birthday.
It began pretty nicely – the usual “Sweet Sixteen”, with her parents surprising her with a last minute trip back to Italy. This time, to Venice; a place they hadn’t visited before. Naturally, she was bouncing with excitement, despite the fact they were going during summer. The heat in Italy was not kind during those months – but Venice had the promise of cool canal rides in the gondolas, and of course, real Italian Gelato.
They’d arrived on the 9th of August, hoping to spend a good week before heading back home to Colorado; and they enjoyed their time there immensely, up until the Friday.
“Friday the 13th – let’s avoid bad luck today, I think?” Her Dad had joked as they walked along the burning stone streets of Venice. She and her mother had laughed it off, in high spirits as their holiday came to an end.
Except, by nightfall, it came to an end all too horribly. Venice was filled with alleys and narrow streets between tall buildings – a necessity, considering how the foundations in the bay were built. They always seemed safe and busy. But on that night, the one they chose was not busy, bar one figure stood on the other side. One second they were stood there, and the next they were beside her Father – just giving the man enough time to widen his eyes in shock before his throat was cloaked in red after a blurring movement from the stranger. It had slit his throat, and Stef and her Mother barely had time to scream before her Father succumbed to his own blood.
Her Mother had screamed at her to run, and run she did – not that it made much difference. Her Mother’s screams were cut off almost instantaneously, and Stef had barely gained a few feet before finding herself pinned to the floor on her back. White hot razors tore the flesh on her neck, but with a cold hand over her mouth, her screams did nothing to alert any aid.
When she awoke, the stranger was gone, along with the body of her Mother. Her father’s corpse lay still in the street, and all the shaking and crying she did, did nothing to rouse him from his permanent sleep.
From there, she realised that she herself had changed. She had fangs and her once tanned skin had become much paler and colder to the touch. And in a world that considered Vampires to be a myth, Stef went into hiding. Cleaning herself of blood and stealing clothes in the night, she took what remaining money her family had kept in the hotel room, and directed her way towards the nearest dock. She knew she couldn’t get out of Italy by any legal means, and she had no idea to go from the port in Venice anyway. Instead she found herself being aided by two Romanian Immigrants; hoping to join their family in England without getting one of those pesky visas.
The trio smuggled themselves in the lowest decks of a cargo ship, and stayed there in darkness for the ten day journey.
However, by day two, Stef felt a gnawing hunger within her. The Romanians had brought some staples with them, but it did nothing for her. It wasn’t her stomach grumbling, but her very essence. She felt like a trapped animal in a cage – the close quarters they were hiding in barely made it better. By day three, she finally understood what was wrong with her. She wanted blood. And the only source of blood she had were from the two kind immigrants who had helped her.
No... She wasn’t going to hurt them. Not after what they’d done for her.
Day four, she woke up with blood, and two corpses that had been mangled beyond all recognition. Stef felt sickened at seeing them – surely she hadn’t done this? She didn’t remember hurting them, it must have been something else! The last thing she recalled was the older one cutting his arm on a rusty bit of metal – and then... nothing.
The rest of the voyage was an awful one. Although the hunger had disappeared for now, the stench of the bodies grew worse every day. She didn’t know what would be worse – being discovered with the two dead men, or sitting through the entire journey with them getting worse every day.
She chose the latter – although venturing out as the last day drew close, Stef was pleased to see her first breath of fresh air in days to be accompanied with the smoky silhouette of the London skyline, the sun having only just set.
Rather than waiting until docking, Stef abandoned ship by jumping off once further away from the mouth of the river; she didn’t want to risk being seen.
From there, she was well and truly lost. She wandered, wet and cold, before happening upon a homeless woman, who had been obliged to help her. Stef was hesitant at first – after what had happened to the other men... but surely that had been because of the ship and confined space? Yes, she could find other sources of food in a place like London. So Stef accepted the help, giving a fake name and remaining with the woman for a few days. She was even able to steal some pig’s blood from an abattoir to sate her thirst. It tasted disgusting, but it got rid of her hunger.
Not that it helped the woman.
Only a few hours after feeding, the woman had cut herself on a stray nail in the wall of the dank tunnel the two were staying in. And the blindness took Stef again; and when she awoke, there was blood spattered in the street. She didn’t understand! Why did this keep happening?!
She fled from the scene, heaving sobs and covered in speckles of blood before finally coming to a stop in a deserted alley way. There was nobody here that could she could hurt...except it wasn’t that simple.
It was a week – and two more horrific homeless killings – before Stef was happened upon by a strange woman one morning. Stef had assumed she was hidden, but this woman saw her, and took her in. Except, she didn’t smell like... everyone else. She didn’t smell like prey. This Yukiko was not human, just like Stef – and as she accepted aid one last time, she finally found a home again.
Yuki took care of her, getting Stef back on her feet and almost feeling normal again. While the horrors of what had happened and what she has done is still fresh in her mind almost six months on, Yuki’s motherly care is helping her overcome it all.
She hopes so, anyway... and the “coming out” of the Other community has hardly made things easier for her.

| Family |

Amelie di Diavolo: Her Mother was declared as missing along with herself, but it seems the case has slipped into Cold Case territory. She doubts she’s still alive, and wishes she could have stayed with her in her last moments rather than running.
Giovanno di Diavolo: Her Father – a sweet man that she misses dearly alongside her Mother.

| Strengths |

 Strength: She’s quite capable of ripping somebody limb from limb when she’s in her bloodlust state. Whether she can do it normally, she doesn’t know – but there’s some relief there that she can protect herself if the scenario ever demands it.
Quick-Learner – she’s picking up the ins and outs of London pretty well, and is even learning some other skills considering she can’t go to College.
Amicable – Once she’s settled in a situation, it’s easy for her to make friends with a lot of people, regardless of their personality.


| Weaknesses |

Bloodlust – seeing or smelling human blood sends her into an uncontrolled, frenzied state where anything with a pulse becomes food. She’s been able to control it more now after she’s already fed, but if she’s feeling hungry, there’s nothing she can do.
Immature – despite sometimes looking and acting older than her age, Stef has still lived a somewhat sheltered life as a human. She can be quite naive about certain things, and she still has a lot to learn.
Age – being turned at 16 is a real bitch. She’s never going to grow up or even finish puberty. The only times it’s hard for her is when people dismiss her due to being too young, or getting into places that are off-limits to kids. However, a fake ID can easily deal with that problem – getting people to take her seriously is the hardest thing.
Possibly depressed – she shows symptoms of the disorder sometimes, but it’s not like she can just walk into a therapists’ office and tell them what happened. Most of the time she’s okay – it’s usually just bouts of nightmares, flashbacks or lethargy that bother her.




The Other
| Theme Song |
Arsonists' Lullaby - Hozier
”When I was sixteen my senses fooled me,
Thought gasoline was on my clothes
I knew that something would always rule me
I knew the scent was mine alone
All you have is your fire,
and the place you need to reach,
don't you ever tame your demons
always keep them on a leash”
| House Number |
Faraday Heights - 30B
| Extra Information |
Would like some form of pet, but would have to ask Yuki first.

Stefanie Roche


Blake Preston
"I’ve tried to stay away from her. She’s not like Maggie – there’s no way for a human to protect themselves against me."
I wish I could spend more time with her, as she’s pretty awesome – and I love her videos. But I wouldn’t be able to relax around her properly, and then she’d think I’m a weirdo or something. However, she seems to be pretty at ease with the whole Other-thing going on. Would she understand if I was a Vampire?
~
Daniel Belson
"*wolf-whistles* You could cut a diamond on that jawline. I know plenty of girls (and guys) back home who would be throwing themselves at him. However, I think he’s spoken for..."
I don’t go into the bar he works at that much. I don’t think Yuki would like me going – and I’m also still trying to get a fake ID. Anyways, he lives a few floors below us, and he seems pretty cool. Could lose some of the snark though. I can easily fulfil my daily quota of sharp comments myself without him helping along.
~
Alistair Queen
"The first Vampire I met here in Edgetoun – the look on his face was priceless when he saw me for the first time. “Where’s your Sire?! Why are you wandering around by yourself?! You’RE JUST A BABY-“ Haha. Asshat."
Al’s pretty okay. Once he got over his outburst – and Yuki talked to him – he gave me some pointers on “Vamp life”. I swing by his house sometimes to irritate him; or just to visit Megumi, the sweet little cupcake that she is.
~
Mariska Costas
"One of John’s roomies, right? The singer?"
We’ve met in passing a few times, but not for very long. She seems alright, and different. I like different. Oh, and I saw some videos of her singing online – hell of a voice, but I’m not really into that genre of music.
~
Nikita Yankovsky
"She comes off a bit intimidating, at first. Is it the quietness? I think it’s the quietness."
She has one of those looks that’ll be analysing your every move or facial tick. I’d hate to play poker with her, that’s for sure. However, I’m sure she’d be fun once you get to know her more. I mean, she has to be more fun than Officer Werewolf McMoonMoon.
~
Mordred Hame
"Oh, that’s John’s other roommate. He’s got the looks, the style, the money and the voice. I don’t think he’s going to stop till he has the fame though."
He doesn’t seem very dependable to me. I’m pretty sure he’d throw someone under the bus if it meant getting further in his career. But that’s probably pretty normal for demons, right?
~
John Taylor
"Ah, John is a total sweetheart! Not fazed in the least by what I am... I’d feel the same towards him, except I don’t know what he is. I don’t really care: nothing can stop him from being awesome."
I love his tattoos; the designs are just so perfect. I sometimes show him the doodles I do when I’m supposed to be working at the front desk, and he hasn’t once considered them to be bad or stupid. Also, the guy cracks hella fine puns. I love me some puns.
~
Eve Lumière
"Eve reminds me a lot of my ex-girlfriend. Actually, she reminds me of all my exes. Which shows I have problems with a certain type. It also shows that I may develop a crush on her in the near future. Fuck. "
I’m pretty comfortable with her, for now. She’s the kind of woman who would buy you alcohol if you asked for it nicely enough. Not that I have asked her to do that just yet.
~
Catharine Reid
"There’s something comforting to me about having a Vampire live next door. That way if I go apeshit, I know she’ll be able to handle things. Hopefully..."
Other than the obvious perks of having another Vampire nearby, Cara is real nice. Sweet and feisty – perfect combo.
~
Opallum
"Um, try coolest guy ever?! He can summon flames, and fly. I swear, if I had my own place, I’d let him camp on my couch or something, rent free.."
But I guess I’ll just have to make do with spare change and cups of coffee for now, I suppose. He seems pretty happy despite his situation.
~
Andrew Mordekai
"Eheheheheheheheehehe. Fire."
I think it’d be kinda rude to introduce myself as someone who just wants to see him blow up stuff with his hands, so I’ll reign myself in there I think. Maybe just say who I am, first of all.
~
Suriel White
"If the Winchester’s have taught me anything, it’s to trust Angels just about as far as you can throw them. Wait... I could probably throw her pretty far. Bad analogy – lemme think of another..."
Ehh... I’ve never been much of a church goer. Not that I think she’d strike me down for it, but still, there’s something off-putting about her.
~
Miles Catrose
"More than one Vamp has told me to stay away from Miles. Apparently fairy blood is pretty irresistible to our kind. *sigh* As if my drinking problem wasn’t bad enough.
Because I’ve been told to avoid him, I don’t know that much about him, other than he’s a Pixie, he’s a hairdresser, and he’s pretty arrogant.
~
Yukiko Abe
"There aren’t words that describe how I feel about Yuki. She didn’t just save my life – she saved me from losing who I am, from becoming a monster. And she helped me remember that there are things worth living for still. I’ll never be able to repay her for that."
Yuki has been beyond generous towards me – giving me a place to stay, a place to work, new clothes and things for my room... and beyond just caring for me, she actually cares about me. I hope I can repay her in some way... all I can do now is help her out in any way possible. And I know I’ll protect her from anything.
~
Mona
"We have a ghost? Here? In this building?! That’s so cool! And creepy... I hope she’s not like the freaky ones from Amityville or something. "
I don’t think I’ve met her yet, but it sure would be interesting. I’ve never met a ghost before. Well, not as far as I know, anyway. I was always pretty sure my old school in Colorado was haunted. Apparently a bunch of parents murdered this pedophile Janitor and burned hi- wait, no. That’s Nightmare on Elm Street. My bad.
~
Faron Romane
"I’ve swung by his Mom’s shop a few times and talked to him a bit. He seems nice – do you think he’d give me some weed if I asked? Wait, would I even get high now?"
Apparently he can talk to dead people. I don’t see why that makes him so special. After all, half the people in our neighbourhood are dead.
~
Nicolas Black 
"Who, the Big Bag Wolf? The guy stepped straight from an 80’s noir film into our streets. Not that I’d say that too his face, that is."
I’m not sure how I feel about him. I feel like he could easily protect me from something, but he’s always on edge – like waiting for the worst to happen. I suppose around me, that isn’t such a bad thing, actually...
~
Maggie Spencer-Adeyemi
"Maggie is great! Her flowers are really pretty – I just there weren’t so many growing inside the flat. Bugs dig plants, and I hate the little critters.”
It was difficult living with her, at first. I was always worried that I’d snap one day and hurt her. Still feeling that way now, actually. It’s always better to be on guard. But Yuki keeps me in check a lot, so I think Maggie is good. Which I’m happy about – she’s so nice to me.
~
Megumi 
"Oh, Megumi is just about the most adorable thing to enter my life! It’s nice to talk with someone young- well... I guess she’s not young, but certainly childish."
I love spending time with Megumi – she can generally brighten my day if I’m feeling down. She reminds me of the little sister I never had – despite probably being centuries older than me. She also doesn’t smell like food, which is always a bonus among friends.
~
Katherine Haynes
"She lives in our block, right? A few floors down?"
Sure, I’ve seen her around before. Again, the whole “human” issue crops up, so I haven’t talked to her that much.
~
Felix Underwood 
"Yeah I’ve seen her – and smelt her. Man, that incense she wears is enough to distract her from her natural scent. "
Another witch, right? I think she and Maggie may get along... despite the whole “dead” thing she has going on. I much prefer Mags’ plants, actually.
~
Elise Callaghan 
"I don’t think I’ve ever seen her talk – but I think she’s mute. I wonder if she knows sign language?"
I’ve always wanted to learn it – seems like a useful tool. Then again, I’m sure a pen and paper is just as easy.
~
 Claire O’Malley 
"She seems... loud."
I have no idea how she teaches kids. Speaking as a teenager, I can safely say most of us are little shits. If I had her job, I’d end up drop-kicking a student out of a top-floor window for talking trash.
~
Barachiel Eamon 
"Man, this guy swanned straight out of Supernatural, never mind that last one. And he works with kids?!"
I need to brush up on the Winchester’s Enochian sigils. These guys are hella creepy.
~
Ethan Cooper 
"He’s the hot guy staying with Daniel, right? Man, I can’t decide which guy is luckier."
He’s a student or something, I think. Makes me kinda jealous – must be nice to be able to go to College. Wait, sorry – University. I really need to lose these Americanisms if I’m gonna blend in any. Yeesh.
~
 Alfie Liau
"I don’t think I’ve met him, but I’m pretty sure I’ve walked past his chocolate place a few times. Man, the fun times I could have in that place... *passes out drooling*"
I wonder if his place is hiring? Wouldn’t mind another part-time job to get some more money for the rent and stuff. Also, I freakin’ love chocolate. Who am I kidding, I’d either blow my entire paycheck on the stuff, or get fired for swiping chocolates that are for sale.
~
Aila Atleo
"Aila? Hella rad. I can’t tell you how relieved I was to find someone awesome to talk to, who I wasn’t in danger of eating, and who’s been through just as much shit as I have. Also, we’re from the same continent, so we’re practically related."
Well, maybe not related, that’s weird. Is it weird that a Vampire and a Werewolf can be buds? Or is it like a forbidden relationship, like Romeo and Juliet? Oh cripes, I just compared us to Romeo and Juliet. Erm... yeah, we talk, it’s cool. Makes me feel better about a lot of things.
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Conrad Aldhard
"OH MY GOD. HE’S THORIN INCARNATE. YUKI & CONRAD FRENEMIES 5 LYFE.."
Yeah, he’s Thorin Oakenshield all over. Only, y’know, not a Dwarf. Or is he just a really tall one? HOLY SHITSNACKS ARE DWARVES A THING?! YUKI! YUKI ARE DWARVES REAL-
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Astrid Kitchener
"She seems nice – I wish we could draw together or something. However... yeah, you already know what the issue is."
I swear to God, why can’t there be like a spell or something that makes humans smell nasty to Vampires? Why haven’t the Witches invented that yet?!
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Michael Harel
"Oh yeah. Hella nice butt for an Angel. Nice tunes too I got my CD player and all my discs from his place – he seemed disgusted at the lack of 80’s stuff though."
That reminds me, I’ve been meaning to get some AC/DC, and some Iron Maiden. Some people have complained about my loud music, so I may as well treat them to some real rock and roll. Might buy some Queen too – love me so Freddie Mercury..
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Loki van Stenberg
” I’m sorry, I just get so amused every-time I hear his name – you do know what Loki looked like in the Marvel comics, right? Hahahah.."
Anyway, he’s a chemist or something, right? I don’t know much about him, but I'm pretty sure he's a Vampire. I wonder if he has anything that would help me with my little problem? Would chemists even have something like that? I don't even know if regular drugs would work on me anymore.
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Talia Halbrook
"I can’t believe this chick is a realtor. She looks way too badass for that. Seriously. "
Why?! Why would she sell houses? She looks like she should be selling state secrets to the Russians or something, hell, I don’t know. Selling homes is just too boring a job for someone like her, I think.
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Emerson Maddox
"He looks slippery. Reminds me of the preppy guys back home who’d threaten to have their family’s lawyers sue you for scratching their Porsche or something. Dicks."
I may be doing him an injustice by judging him so quickly, but I’m usually good at sensing people’s characters. And his is not one I want to be involved with.
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Ari Amari
"Crazy cat guy, right? He smells funny to me – I can’t quite place it. Something I smelled in Italy? I don’t know."
He really loves cats, from what I’ve heard. He also looks old – like, super old. I heard from a friend who heard from another friend that he fought in the Civil War... the English Civil War, as in the War of the Roses, in the 15th Century? Yeesh.
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Liam Woodsworth
"Man, and I thought I’d gotten the short straw in life. I just want to hug him until he feels better, y’know?"
Poor guy. I don’t blame him for living such a wild life, considering it may just be cut short. Can’t believe Vampires would even breed with humans, knowing the outcome could be something as unfair as this. I know I certainly wouldn’t, if the chance arose. Thankfully, I’ve heard female Vampires are infertile.
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Freddie Hughes-Jackson
"Heh – he looks like someone who would fit in well at Hogwarts. And I’m pretty sure he’s read the books, considering his job, and obviously geeky disposition. I’ll have to ask him what house he’d be sorted into!"
I’ve talked to him a couple of times in the library – with the amount of old books in there, I don’t really focus so much on the scent of humans; there’s just so many musty, crisp books to inhale. Ahhh. Nothing beats old, leather-bound books.
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Aiden Phillips
"Doctor Dracula!"
I’ve only heard about him, I haven’t met him as of yet. I probably should though – maybe he could give me some pointers on Vamp life? He’s younger than Ali, so he probably understands a baby like me a bit better.
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Ryan Croft
"I’m sorry, everytime I hear ‘Commissioner’, I think of Jim Gordon from Batman. Gary Oldman is my life, dude."
Anyway, Croft. He seems okay, from what I’ve seen him. Seriously rocks that beard of his. Speaking of Batman, I get a severe “Justice is everything” vibe from him. I’ll be on the lookout for any Vigilante Superheroes cropping up.
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Eternity Loveless
"I don’t understand privileged people like her. She’s rich, but rents a place at one of the cheapest, worst places to live in Edgetoun. Some poorer person could have used that flat. It’s just selfish."
Regardless of the whole “You’re-Fae-so-let-me-tear-your-throat-out” thing, I wouldn’t want to spend time with her. I come from a Working-Class background, so people like her who take everything for granted just rub me the wrong way.
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Patrick Kershner
"What, there’s another wolf working at the Station? Are they hiding like, dognip or something at that place? Is dognip a thing? Would it even work on Wolves? I’ll have to research that one... use it on Aila. Heheheheheheehe."
He seems a lil jumpy. I guess I can understand that – getting attacked and turned into another species isn’t easy on the psyche, you know?
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Nicodem Kaminski
"Ahah... well, erm, no he’s... pretty rad.....OKAY HE’S AWESOME AND I WILL LOVE HIM FOREVER OKAY"
Oh sweet baby Jesus, he looks like he walked straight out of Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings or something. And that speaks to my precious nerdy heart, okay? I swear, if Yuki wasn’t hot for chicks, I’d set her up on a date with him just so I could bask in his awesomeness more often. In fact, I may set on up anyway.
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Anastasia Psomas
"Yissss, another hella geek like myself. Me, Aila and Allison need to get together for a girls night, get drunk while watching all eight Harry Potter movies or something. OOHH WE SHOULD INVITE FREDDIE AND GIVE HIM A MAKEOVER."
I don’t know what creature she is, but it’s something hot. Girl just radiates heat, and speaking as a pretty much permanently cold, dead, no blood pumping walking corpse, is wonderful. In fact, Wolves run pretty high temps too, and I’m pals with Aila. Am I subconsciously collecting walking space heaters?!
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James Bright
"I’ve not seen him before, but Aila’s mentioned him. I’d hate to live – or rather, exist, would be the better term? – the rest of my ghosty days in a Police Station."
Apparently Nick’s been working on his case. I hope he finds out what happened soon.