Riven Wight

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

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Izzy took a deep breath. She needed to know if there was something still out there, something that could be a danger to her family. If it killed someone else, her parents would be a couple of the first people on the scene, which could put them in danger. And as annoying as her brothers were, she did not want to see them get hurt, either.
She wanted answers. He wanted blood.
“Tell me what did this,” she swallowed, her voice shaking slightly as she continued. “and you’ll get what you want.” Determination settled in her eyes and dusted her face. “It doesn’t look like you have long. Better decide quick.”

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The smile he gave her made Izzy’s blood run cold. She glanced behind him, at the trail of blood shimmering in the soft light of her flashlight, the beam unhindered by the man’s form. How had she not noticed his lack of shadow before?
Her attention turned in full back to him as he spoke. Even expecting it, Izzy gawked at him. She let her phone fall back to the ground and ran a hand through the portion of her hair that hung loose around her face. She was staring at a real, flesh-and-blood vampire. Or, what was left of him, anyway.
A new thought struck her. Vampires were supposed to be one of the strongest, fastest creatures, right? But something had torn this one limb-from-limb, which meant there was still something else out there, something that could still be lurking in the shadows. Izzy’s heart skipped a couple beats and she looked suddenly toward the darkness pooling around the protective barrier of her flashlight. From the stories she had read, werewolves were the mortal enemies of vampires. Could one of them be out there somewhere?
“What... what happened to you?" She looked back to him. "What did this?"

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Izzy stopped, phone in hand, its white light shining on the ground for a couple seconds before fading. No pulse? She paused, the description Trevor had given her of the acclaimed vampire coming to mind. Though only the blond hair applied at the moment, it was clear enough the dismembered stub-of-a-man was inhuman. No human could survive being little more than a bloody stump, let alone drag themselves far enough to be found.
Holding the walking stick with one hand more for support in her crouched position with one knee on the ground, she met his gaze, her own eyes wide in shock and horror.
“What are you?” she asked, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. She waited with bated breath for the answer she suspected he would give, her knuckles turning white with how tightly she gripped her walking stick. If he lived long enough to say it, that was.

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Izzy jumped at the man’s loud opposition. She blinked at him, unsure of what to say and not paying attention to whether or not her call had gone through already. “You need an ambulance!” she tried to finish for him, before his last exclamation.
Did he really just say... Her eyes locked with his, a light emanating from them competing with her flashlight. She sucked in a breath as she got a better look at his entire face, and his inhuman fangs.
She startled back with a gasp. She dropped her phone and grabbed her walking stick with both hands, brandishing it in front of her like a weapon.
Think logically, Izzy! she scolded herself, gripping her stick tightly nonetheless. Veneers. He’s gotta be a psycho wearing fake fangs and some sort of freaky contacts.
“Th-there’s plenty of that at a hospital,” she said breathlessly, slowly bending down and reaching for her phone. Psychotic or not, he was hurt. Bad. She looked away from him only to glance to the device before grabbing it. “They can get you patched up there.”

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Izzy gave a choked scream and stumbled back, tripping on her own feet when the man looked to her, impossibly alive. Her flashlight and walking stick fell to the ground beside her. From the ground, the beam of the light reflected in the man’s golden eyes. Which had to be a trick of the light. But there were far more important aspects to be worried about.
“H-hold on,” she choked out, kneeling on the grass. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone with a shaking hand. “Focus on me,” she breathed. “What’s your name? What happened?” She turned her attention to the phone, glad to look away from him. She put in “911,” and hit dial. “I-I’m calling for help. Just hold on.”

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Oh my gosh. I completely forgot about that show. It has been for freaking ever since I saw that! And hey, it's been one of those weeks. I couldn't think of the right word, so I substituted. xD

I swear, though. Those stats make it look like we're getting ready to start a D&D campaign or something. Heh. Seriously, though, they sound good to me!

Having both "wisdom" and "intelligence" there makes me think of a quote I heard on the radio once: "Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing to not put it in a fruit salad."

Thanks! :-D

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria sniggered at Alex and Illyad’s exchange. The normality of it after everything else the day had thrown at her almost made her want to laugh. Or cry. She was not entirely sure which.
She turned and leaned against the sink, watching Alex search the cabinets for a couple moments, before looking around the kitchen. Her gaze paused on the door into the living room, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever Illyad had gone off to do. If anything related to their conversation.
“Note to self:” she began, “get Alex cookies for Christmas.”
Victoria shrugged and looked to the floor as his comment, her voice growing quieter once more with the topic. “It was a lose-lose situation. I’m sure I didn’t make it any better, either. Thanks, though.” She glanced to him. “For the apology.”

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Izzy crossed her arms as she waited for Trevor to make a call. When he took longer to do so than she expected, she leaned to take a look at what he was doing--browsing the internet for something, maybe?--but scowled when he brushed her off.
“What’s a shame?” she asked slowly as she took her phone and thumbed through it to see what he had done as he continued speaking, answering her question. She found his number as he waved farewell. “Oh, you sly fox!” she shouted after him with a laugh. Regardless of her no friend vow, she could not help but smile as she headed toward home, shoving her phone in her pocket with a slight shake of her head.

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With her headphones broken--or was this pair lost? She had lost track--Izzy’s only defense against her brothers was the meager stuffing of the pillow. If she had to choose between a herd of rhinos wearing tutus while doing the cancan on miles of bubble wrap, and her brothers, she would take the rhinos. After all, she could sell the rhinos to the local zoo. But her brothers? She would not wish them on any human, let alone the zoo animals.
With a disgruntled groan, she tossed her pillow to the floor. She had to get out of here before what she said to Trevor about not being a serial killer turned into false-reassurance.
Grumbling under her breath, Izzy sat up, took her phone from the nightstand beside her bed, and shoved it in her pocket. Hurrying to the common chorus of her brothers putting their sports training to the boys’ best version of good use, she grabbed a flashlight from her dresser, collected her walking stick from where she had leaned it against the wall after her usual hike earlier in the day, and all but ran downstairs to the front door, not bothering to leave a note or explain where she had gone. Not that she expected Zach or Blake to notice her absence, anyway.
With the door confining the cloud of pandemonium that always followed her brothers to the house, the relative quiet of the neighborhood greeted her welcomingly. It was a wondrously mild night. Laughter floated down the street from a few doors down where a small crowd sat out on a porch, enjoying the summer’s eve.
Izzy took a deep breath and began walking down the street, the rubber tip of her walking stick padding against the concrete a step ahead of her. Despite the vacation, with the artificial glow of the streetlamps marking the time for most youngsters to be indoors, the streets were mostly deserted save for a few people on porches. None of them payed Izzy any attention as she passed.
Maybe everyone’s indoors because of the vampire, she thought with a smirk.
As she went, the houses grew slightly further apart, her feet knowing the path she would take all too well.
Soon, she made it to her destination. A park with a wooded backdrop and a spattering of trees and shrubs around its manicured lawn sat before her. It was set far enough from the road that the golden light of the streetlamps did not fully reach it, ascertaining it would be emptied by dark. The utter quietness of the area was music to Izzy’s ears.
Holding her flashlight at the ready, just in case, she strode confidently toward a playground, its equipment dark lumps in the night. At the edge of the sandy lot that marked the playground, she paused, waiting to see if the light of the moon would be sufficient enough once her eyes adjusted. To her delight, it was.
She attached the flashlight to a loop in her belt, and strolled across the sand of the playground toward the metal merry-go-round. She stopped by a backhoe digger nearby, rubbed one of the wings of the owl carved into the knotted top of her walking stick, then leaned it against the equipment.
At the merry-go-round, Izzy got it spinning, then hopped on. She leaned back into the open middle, her legs hanging over the side, and stared up at the stars and waxing moon as they swirled around slowly. Each rotation, the merry-go-round let out a gentle squeal, slicing through the silence of the night until it slowed, turning it into more of a quick thump-thump, like a rhythmic metallic heartbeat.

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Laura it is, then! Okay, to make sure I have my ducks in a row (I do like my rows. And ducks)...

Dracon--You. Arjun.
Dwarf--You. Laura.
Lizardfolk--You. Undetermined.

Elf--Me. Valera.
Halfling--Me. Maybe my mute kid. Don't know yet.
Human--Me. Undetermined. Maybe Belle, since she's already there.

No obligation, so long as you know that I'll be unavailable during that time! It seemed easier to put it as a signature notice than sending multiple PMs. I'm moving out of a townhouse into an actual house (YAY! *Does a happy dance*), so will be busy with that, and am not sure when I'll be capable of getting internet up. More than likely no late than the 31st, but life never goes quite as planned.

Edit: Oh, and we should probably figure out what important aspect each race brings with them, and maybe a major characteristic for each along those lines. Like:

Elf--Magic. Wisdom.
Halfling--Stealth. Level-headedness (for lack of a better word at the moment).
Human--Heart. Kindness.

Let me know what you think! :-)