Sadie

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E
D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E

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As the man turned to her, she could feel eyes on her back. Delaney rose a brow and looked over her shoulder to see two women staring daggers at her. She couldn't help a light snort and a roll of her eyes before looking back at the man. It wasn't her fault they weren't brave enough to approach him. She had always been a very forward and outgoing person- nothing was going to stop her from flirting with anyone she wanted. And this man next to her seemed to be both appreciative and grateful that he didn't have the twin bunnies practically humping his leg. His eyes seemed to be all on her- exactly what she wanted. And that dimple of his? She wanted to feel it against her lips.

"Shot of patron. Thanks." She grinned at the bartender before turning her body to face the man. Tilting her head, she noticed him looking her over and the smirk on her face only broadened. It was good that he appeared to be interested in her. All the more reason for this man to be her bedmate for the night. But there were several hours until then. Might as well have some decent conversation and a dance or two. And drinks. Lots of drinks.

Delaney nodded her head towards the dark-eyed devil. "Not a lot of sunshine where I come from. Have to soak it all in while I'm here." She couldn't help a wink at him before grabbing her shot, pushing the lemon aside. She didn't need it. Throwing the alcohol back, her nose scrunched a bit at the burn before a grin spread once more across her face. God, she loved tequila. Setting the cup back on the bar, she turned once more to her companion just as an upbeat song started to play. Time to be bold.

Reaching out a hand, she grabbed his free one and smirked at the man. "Dance with me."

@Days

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E
D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E

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Delaney continued to dance along to the music, letting the music and the sound of the ocean nearby overtake her. She closed her eyes as she continued to sway her hips about. This was the life. It was so cut off from her everyday world and she honestly didn't know why it took this long to experience it. This would definitely have to be an every year thing. As long as she didn't blow her trust fund. Shaking away the thoughts, she opened her eyes in time to notice a man looking at her appreciatively. She smirked and took a moment to not so subtly look him over. The woman wasn't in the least bit shy when it came to the opposite sex. She did however always stumble her words around women. She just could not for the life of her flirt with a gorgeous specimen. Men were easy.

And yet as her eyes followed the man, she took in his appearance. He obviously favored one arm, possibly from an injury of some kind. Her brows furrowed in concern before she corrected herself. She was not working, this was not a hospital. She didn't have to fix everyone. Letting out a breath, Delaney returned to dancing as the man walked over to the bar. Maybe he wasn't all that interested. In truth, she wasn't looking for someone to sweep her off her feet. This was her vacation. She didn't need to make this trip about someone else. This was her time to relax and only focus on herself.

Though she could use someone to warm her bed. Her blue eyes looked back over at the man and a smirk stretched across her face. She could absolutely have somebody to keep her up at night. It wouldn't hurt anything, right? Her attention moved to the man she was dancing with and excused herself with a smile. If the bar man wouldn't do, she wanted to keep her options open. Delaney bounced her way to the bar with a smile, her eyes locked onto the man in the green shirt. It definitely did something for his eyes. Coming up beside him, she leaned against the counter and grinned at the bartender.

"Want to buy me a drink?" Her eyes slowly looked over and up at the man beside her, a playful smirk on her face and a wicked glint in her eye.

@Days

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E
D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E

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After having lounged all day beside the pool, Delaney was ready to let loose and party. So, the invitation from the resort was just the thing she had in mind. Deciding to dress up in a little red dress that ended just at mid thigh, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Thanks to her afternoon tanning sessions, her skin had warmed to a nice olive color and freckles speckled across her nose. This life was so slow, so unlike her life back home. Her reflection actually looked...relaxed? Was that something that the woman could call herself now? It had been a long while since she had been able to just relax and have fun. She was planning on taking full advantage of it.

Straightening the thin straps around her shoulders, she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. She decided to leave it down in waves for the party, but slipped a hair tie around her wrist in case she got too hot. The woman was definitely planning on doing some dancing and all her hair might get in the way. Slipping a pair of black kitten heels on, she let out a breath and nodded at the mirror. Her feet were definitely going to kill her tonight, she more than likely would wake up with a bad hangover, but hopefully it would be all worth it in the end. As long as she didn't go to another guest's hotel room. Which, in her experience, would be highly lucky.

Grabbing her room key, she headed out to the main pool. Her face lit up as she watched her fellow resort mates dancing along to the music provided by the disc jockey. This was exactly what she needed. Delaney completely dismissed the bar and just hurried over to the center of the dance floor. She threw her hands up in the air and just danced around, her body shaking along with the music. This right here was perfection.

The Council of Night

Nobody on this planet knew where Cameron Monzel resided. Or so she thought. As the woman relaxed in her humble cabin in the woods, a pecking at the door brought her attention. The skinwalker narrowed her eyes and turned herself into a fearsome arctic wolf. Positioning herself at the front door, the wolf growled and waited for the intruder to leave. Still, the pecking continued. The wolf's eyes darkened before moving over to the front paned window, her nose parting the curtains to see outside. A lone black crow continued it's pecking as Cameron surveyed it. A piece of parchment was hanging by a thread on it's left foot. Only one person she knew would send a black crow.

Huffing out a breath, she shifted and returned to her normal form before moving back to the door. She wrenched it open and stared down at the little black bird. "This had better be good." Reaching down, she untied the parchment and watched as the bird flew away immediately upon her receiving the note. She rolled her eyes before looking back down at the paper in her hands. Her brows furrowed in concern. Dracula had never called a meeting such as this before.

Letting out a slow breath, she nodded slightly before looking around her cabin. She walked up to her cauldron and finished off her stew before placing it to the side. It would go to waste now. Cameron rolled her eyes once more before taking the cauldron outside, dumping it's contents on the ground. At least the animals would feed well tonight. Looking once more down at the note in her hands, she locked up her cabin with a simple wave of her hand. She then focused for a moment before turning herself into a large black raven. It was then that she took to the sky, heading to the Count's abode.

It took her just a few days to arrive at the castle, as her cabin resided in the United Kingdom. Cameron had arrived just in time to see a truck pulling away from the castle entrance. She wondered who else had been summoned to this thing. The raven landed softly just outside the main doors before finally transforming back into her- well, she wouldn't consider it her human form. She was a being with red piercing eyes and a feathered body. More like a raven's body in human form. With a shake of her short black hair, she pulled open the doors and made her way inside.

Not having been to the castle before, Cameron took in everything around her and let out a breath. The Count lived in luxury, albeit somewhat traditionally. With a shake of her head, she waved her hand and the parchment reappeared in it. She looked over the words once more. It stated to meet in the chambers. Shaking her head, she huffed out a breath. Great. Like she had any idea where those were. Suddenly the same black crow that had been at her door just a few days prior appeared before her. It blinked at her before flying down the hall, landing on a perch just in front of another double set of doors.

She shrugged her shoulders and opened the doors, revealing a room full of a long table and several seats. Her eyes widened a bit at the long man sitting in one of the chairs. Cameron tore her eyes away from him before looking down at the table. Placards were situated in front of each placement, marking who was to sit where. She let out a shaky breath as she took her seat, just a few down from the stranger. Cameron didn't play well with others. She much preferred her solitude lifestyle. And yet, she knew what this creature was before her. If his appearance didn't persuade her, then the blood around his mouth confirmed it.

Clearing her throat, she brought a hand up to her face and scratched at it. "You have a little something there."

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E
D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E

^{Twenty-seven | Female |Emergency Department Physician}

A P P E A R A N C E
A P P E A R A N C E

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Standing at a reasonable five foot five, Delaney has long blonde hair that falls to her mid-back. She has piercing blue eyes that off set her tanned skin. Her body is slim and toned, not overly athletic but definitely works out to maintain her figure. She is usually always dressed in comfortable clothing, yet will always splurge on a dress if it's a special occasion.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Delaney is always the first to laugh at a joke, or make one to calm a tense situation. She is only truly serious when it comes to her work, but even then she's seen making hand balloons out of gloves for the children. Making friends comes easy to her as she is very easy-going and sociable. She loves a good time and enjoys her tequila shots, usually partying til the wee hours of the morning when she isn't on call. As her mother's side is Italian, Delaney can be loud, obnoxious, and always speaks with her hands. As her job demands it, she is always the calm in the storm and can take on a leadership role when necessary.

B I O G R A P H Y
B I O G R A P H Y

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Growing up in the pacific Northwest, Delaney is the only child to Emme and Grant Barlowe. She grew up in a relatively small town that hardly ever saw a sunny day. Her parents were well off, her mother being a Chemistry professor at the local community college and her father a beloved Pediatrician. Delaney did not want for anything and just flowed through life without a care in the world.

Everything changed when she was fifteen years old. Her adored father was killed in a drunk driving accident and life seemed to fall apart at the seams. Her mother never recovered from the loss and had a mental breakdown, leaving Delaney to move in with her party hungry, twenty one year old aunt Sadie. The two had to learn how to grow up together and it often found Delaney doing odd side jobs to help her aunt pay for bills.

Unbeknownst to her, at the age of eighteen Delaney was awarded a trust-fund that her parents had created for her college education. She quickly decided to go to medical school and after her preliminaries was accepted into Stanford Medical. After completing her schooling she was accepted into residency at Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. There is where she stayed on and accepted a prestigious role in their emergency department.

Today she resides in Rochester, Minnesota in a comfortable bungalow, alone and without any worries. After several years of working, she has decided to use some of her earnings and trust-fund to vacation in the sun.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S
M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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Color: Teal
Face Claim: Jennifer Lawrence

The Nameless City

"Look at the poor thing. All tattered and...is that- is that what I think it is? Is her skin- cracked?

A gasp could be heard throughout the room. Onlookers gazed down at the small child, no older than twelve years of age. They observed her white skin, her silver hair. Some edges of her skin seemed to be dented in, jagged edges spreading from the center of the pit. An elder man stepped forward and looked down at the child. He knelt down next to her as his eyes searched the child's face. Shaking his head, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Are we sure this is a child? She looks- are we sure she isn't some kind of doll? She doesn't seem to be breathing."

The man brought a hand up to brush the back of his knuckles along the girl's right cheek. Her left was pressed against the ground, her body laying in a fetal position on the ground. At his touch, she stirred. The man gasped and nearly fell backwards in surprise before quickly standing.

"She- It's as cold as ice. This is one of them. It's alive. It's a storm cursed!"

The rest of the group quickly started backing away from the child, their eyes wide and full of fright. Ceren slowly blinked her eyes open to reveal black irises, the edges rimmed in silver. She furrowed her brows in question as she looked up at the group surrounding her. Her breath hitched when she realized she had passed out in the middle of the square. Again. The poor thing hadn't eaten in days and her entire body was weakened from the lack of nutrition. Slowly sitting up and sitting back on her legs, she whimpered to the group and held out a hand.

"Please, I beg of you...Spare a bit of food? A slice of bread? Please, I'm so hungry..."

The man that had touched her scoffed, shaking his head. He held his arms back as if to shield the others from the child.

"You are an abomination! You are not worthy of our help. Be gone, demon!"

His voice growled, low in his throat as he pointed to somewhere to the right of him. His face suddenly held anger and his face had turned red.

"Be gone!"

With another whimper, the pre-teen weakly scrambled to her feet and rose to a standing position. She looked around at the group who was shunning her, their faces mixed with fright and disgust. Tears hit her face as she ran off. Her stomach grumbled loudly in protest, but she wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop, less this group attack her like the last. Her tongue ran over her chapped lips as her ragged breath tried to keep up with her running pace.

It didn't take long for the girl to find an empty cave, just under a large, obviously dying tree. Her tattered dress hung in pieces on her, the white smeared with dirt and blood. With another whimper, she brought her legs to her chest and laid back down in a fetal position. Maybe if she just slept, all the bad would go away, her hunger would cease, her thirst would be gone. Just maybe.

The dream suddenly changed to reveal a set of green eyes, almost the color of the sea. The first person to be kind to her since the storm cursed her.

The young man with eyes of a green she'd never seen before approached her, his hand pressing against her cheek. Ceren cried put softly at the pain. Her newly turned skin was sensitive to the touch and a crack appeared. She didn't understand why this young boy touched her, but something about him set her mind and body at ease. Soon she felt a familiar surge of magic and her face was healed. Where there had been tears, a small smile stretched across her face.

"I'm Ergen."

"I'm Ceren. You aren't afraid of me?"

"No. Why would I be?"

"I'm cursed from the storm..."

"Why would I care about that?"

Before she could even react in amazement at this young boy, she was thrown back against the wall and the air splintered her left arm and hand. The pain was excruciating. While bits of her porcelain skin flew away, the gust tossed her far away from the young boy. She cradled her arm to her chest as she ran, faster than she had ever run before. Back to her cave, her little hideout from the world. The cracks in her arm and hand almost threatened to sever the bone. Thankfully her skin was tougher than most, and she wouldn't lose the limb.

And yet, even in her misery, all she could see were deep, sea green eyes...

Waking with a start, black eyes worriedly checked out her cave, only to soften when she realized it was just a dream. The young woman let out a breath and slowly sat up to a sitting position. Her right hand came up to brush the sleep from her eyes before running her fingers through her matted silver hair. She would have to find a pool of water soon to wash off. Her stomach grumbled loudly, stealing her from her thoughts. Ceren let out a sigh and looked back at the rations she had managed to scour up. A loaf of stale bread that had been tossed out, the edges molding; something that resembled a tomato, but was also rotting. Good thing her stomach had grown accustomed to the food and she no longer became dreadfully ill.

She reached over and grabbed the loaf of bread before biting into it. It had taken her many days to find something of this nature, and she was going to savor it. And yet, it wasn't the bread that brought a smile to her face. The vision of those green eyes floated across her memory. The first and last person to show her anything resembling kindness. Maybe they'd meet again someday. Shaking the thought away, she went back to eating her stale bread, her hunger slowly being sated. For the moment.

The Nameless City

Dollface

• Name: Ceren
• Age: Twenty-three
• Description: Standing at a small five-foot-one, Ceren is petite and stature and appears extremely fragile and doll-like. Her skin is as pale as porcelain, her eyes as dark as the fading moon, and her hair as bright as the pure fallen snow. She has a lean build and not muscular at all. She has a few places on her body that resemble spider veins, the lines black and jaded.

• Is your character cursed? Were they storm touched or generational storm touched? Ceren has been storm touched and cursed to resemble a porcelain doll. Her skin is as pale, but not exactly as tough as porcelain. Any rough touch results in spider veins lanced about her body circling a small dark patch of skin.

• What ring does your character come from? Ceren comes from the lost fifth ring, but has been outcasted and shamed due to being storm cursed.

• Active Role: While she has lived a life of solitude and poverty, she has a strong yearning to rage against the current goings on in the world. She wishes to be a part of the revolution, but as she is feared by many, she has a very strong feeling that she will be outcasted by the group as well. Yet they will not stop her from standing up for what she believes is right.

• Biography: Born to Destiny and Myrel, Ceren grew up a normal only child in the fifth ring. Her parents were part of the revolution from almost the very beginning, and always pushed their daughter to believe in the underdogs and to always stand up for what was right. That urge was instilled in her from a very young age and it carries with her to this very day. When the storm came for their ring, her parents died trying to protect her. Her mother shielded her, protecting her child's life. But, that didn't stop the storm from laying a curse on the young girl. From the very moment her curse took it's hold, she has been an outcast and living alone and on scraps that she has been able to find. She believes in the work her parents put into the revolution, and is bound and determined to live out their legacy.

The Nameless City

Dollface

• Name: Ceren
• Age: Twenty-three
• Description: Standing at a small five-foot-one, Ceren is petite and stature and appears extremely fragile and doll-like. Her skin is as pale as porcelain, her eyes as dark as the fading moon, and her hair as bright as the pure fallen snow. She has a lean build and not muscular at all. She has a few places on her body that resemble spider veins, the lines black and jaded.

• Is your character cursed? Were they storm touched or generational storm touched? Ceren has been storm touched and cursed to resemble a porcelain doll. Her skin is as pale, but not exactly as tough as porcelain. Any rough touch results in spider veins lanced about her body circling a small dark patch of skin.

• What ring does your character come from? Ceren comes from the lost fifth ring, but has been outcasted and shamed due to being storm cursed.

• Active Role: While she has lived a life of solitude and poverty, she has a strong yearning to rage against the current goings on in the world. She wishes to be a part of the revolution, but as she is feared by many, she has a very strong feeling that she will be outcasted by the group as well. Yet they will not stop her from standing up for what she believes is right.

• Biography: Born to Destiny and Myrel, Ceren grew up a normal only child in the fifth ring. Her parents were part of the revolution from almost the very beginning, and always pushed their daughter to believe in the underdogs and to always stand up for what was right. That urge was instilled in her from a very young age and it carries with her to this very day. When the storm came for their ring, her parents died trying to protect her. Her mother shielded her, protecting her child's life. But, that didn't stop the storm from laying a curse on the young girl. From the very moment her curse took it's hold, she has been an outcast and living alone and on scraps that she has been able to find. She believes in the work her parents put into the revolution, and is bound and determined to live out their legacy.

Hope for a Dying World

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