While Ophelia was keeping herself distracted, she gets bumped into by someone. "Watch where you're going, if you don't mind!" The man hands her a note, and her eyes narrow slightly, though weirder things have happened in her life than someone passing her a note. Before she could even read the note, or say anything else, the man ran off and she turned to look at him go.
Finally she opened the note to read it, "Go to the arena at 1 and you'll have a nice surprise." Out of curiosity, she lifted the paper up to her nose and breathed in slowly. It smelled of human blood, ink, and parchment. Nothing out of the ordinary. "Jax, look at this." She whispered to her sister.
Ophelia watched as the male approached them once Jax mentioned he was the person she had met the night before. "You're right about him being devillish... Devillishly handsome!" she giggled slightly, whispering while nudging Jax in the ribs. Ophelia coughed slightly when Jax introduced her to Morthos, and curtsied low. "Nice to meet you! Thank you for walking Jax home last night."
While they talked, Ophelia took in his features gently. He was wearing a cloak, so she couldn't see all of him, but knew what it was like to be different, though not quite to that extent. Eventually Ophelia's attention was turned to other people arriving onto the campus and then looked towards the ground, the scent of blood of all kinds surrounding her, reminding her of her failed hunt the night before. Her throat still burned and she bit the inside of her lower lip with her fangs to distract herself.
Ophelia got up from her bedroom early, despite the fact that she never sleeps, and went and got ready for the day. Jax had been going to SPA for a while now, but Ophelia had taken a short break between her classes. It was nice that way. She could pick back up when and where she wanted to, for the most part. After a few moments of contemplation, Ophelia stepped into a pale, off white floor-length dress, and pulled her hair up into a messy bun, pieces of the hair falling down around her face. She moved quickly, grabbing her cloak and fastening it around her shoulders, pulling the hood up and grabbing her bow and quiver an placing those onto her back. "Jax, are you ready to go yet?" she calls, looking in the direction of Jax's bedroom.
Jax stood in front of her mirror, choosing a pair of thigh high boots, breachers, a low cut white blouse, and her favourite blue army jacket. She looked over at the black cross necklace hanging by her dresser. She threw it over her copper hair, letting it fall into the blouse. She then called back to Ophelia, "Be there in a minute!"
She turned walking to the door where her scythe lay crooked onto its hooks in the wall. The black shine of the blade hit the sunlight as she picked it up and swung it around to hook over her back. She looked at her room for a second, knowing that she might not sleep here tonight if the fight went bad. She exited her door and looked at her sister,"I don't know how you can fight in that dress. I don't understand how you never get blood stains on that!"
Ophelia grinned wide, her fangs obvious for Jax to see. "I'm going to bring a different outfit. Plus I don't normally get blood on my clothing!! OH!" she said, reminded again of the encounter last night with the human. "I have something to tell you!" She looked up at Jax, her twin many inches taller than herself, and pushes a piece of white hair from her face, but before Jax could respond, Ophelia disappeared into her room once more time and grabbed the outfit she mentioned, then stood again at the door, reaching to open it. "Come on, I'll tell you on the way to SPA."
Jax smirked,"I was going to say...and really? My shut in sister has a story. Is it something about last night's hunt?" She exited the door and looked over at her little twin,"You seemed a bit peckish last night. What happened?" Jax thought of her meeting and decided to keep it to herself, not wanting to steal Ophelia's news.
Ophelia walked in bare feet along the cobblestone road towards the city center, raising an eyebrow at Jax's comment "My shut in sister has a story", then continued on to tell her about the encounter. "Okay, well I left to go find something to feed from, in my usual spot by the forest. And anyway I came across this human. He was wearing a weird white mask and oh God. So I figured since he was human it would be fine, but his blood smelled dark in a way. He had an injury. And I shot my bow at him, but I missed and so I was about to snap his neck and he fought back! He broke my arrow and got blood all over that black and silver dress! And you wanna know how he got the blood on me? I ripped his mask off. But it was attached to his face like some weirdo!! Uhg it was the creepiest thing I ever saw in my life. I hope I never see him again."
"Woah! What? He didn't hurt you did he? Because if he did. So help me.." Jax's eyes turned full green for a few minutes, anger running through her veins. She paused, her tone a bit more restrained,"You ripped off his mask though? Jesus! Did you finish him off? If he is evil he might hurt someone else Ophelia." Jax tried to calm down knowing she needed to prepare herself mentally for the fight. "You usually are so careful when it comes to hunting."
"He cut my throat but it's healed already. I don't know if he's evil Jax. Something was different about him that's for sure. I've never seen him before. I don't know where he came from, but he was in the forest heading into town." Ophelia paused for a moment, her shoulders slouching slightly at Jax's last comment. "I know I'm usually very careful. I didn't anticipate that he would retaliate. He also gave me a bag filled with Solars to pay for the dress and arrow he wrecked.. It was odd to say the least. But I'm fine, don't worry about me so much..." She chewed her lip for a while after.
Jax let out a sigh,"Well thank God for that. At least he paid for what he broke. If he's a fighter he might be new to SPA. Be careful and let me know if you see him again. I don't want to sound like mom. I'm just a little on edge today." She rubbed her hair, knowing that Ophelia would blow a gasket if she knew what she planned for today. "I met someone as well last night as well. Not in the same manner but..I made a new friend."
"What's wrong? And oh? How did that go?" Ophelia asked her curiously, watching her face as they walked.
Jax purposely ignored the first question,"It was awkward. Hargul insulted this devillish looking fellow in his usual charming manner and I had to apologize for it. The guy was sweet though, he kept me warm and walked me home because it was pouring out and I had stupidly forgot an umbrella. He is the only reason I am not sick right now. He's a student at SPA I will introduce you to him later."
"That is kind of awkward I guess. He really doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut, does he? Why did you bring him around again?" Ophelia chuckles, taking the hood from her cloak down as they enter the SPA grounds through a large wrought iron gate.
Ophelia grunts gently as she's pinned down, his weight not really bothering her, just simply feeling frustrated that she can't move much. She looks up and realizes his face was covered in blood where his mask was, and her eyes widen. Despite being thirsty, she realized that this person could possibly die from blood loss, and then wonders how in the world he even is conscious at the present moment. Becoming concerned, she doesn't fight against him, even though she knows he poses a threat to her.
"I think you should get some medical attention..." she says, her voice, when not agitated, like music.
“What this?” Roxas points at his face and laughs. “This is nothing. Now what do you want from me and why have you attacked me. I’ve never seen you before in my life.” His face still bleeding but doesn’t seem like he’s phased by it at all. He slowly gets off of the woman and goes to grab his mask off the ground, putting it back on his face where the blood was. The blood immediately stops flowing and his face healing up.“Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go change out of this.” Roxas starts to walk away from his attacker, sheathing his blade.
Ophelia sits up as the man gets off her, watching as he puts his mask back on. Her eyebrows raise slightly as the blood stops, and she begins to look confused. She can tell this person is a human, but he’s definitely not an ordinary one. “I don’t want anything to do with you, I suppose…” She whispered mostly to herself as he begins to walk away. She was uncertain, simply wanting to go home now, having forgotten about her thirst despite all the blood around and on her.
She looked on the ground to find her broken arrow, her lips shifting into a slight pout, worried about how she’d afford to get it repaired, and held the pieces in her hands gently before getting up to go back to the tree she had originally been hiding behind to grab her
, quiver, and cloak.
As Roxas starts to walk away he turns around to see the woman return to her tree. He laughs to himself seeing as he has her weapon and cloak. “I better return this.” He sighs to himself and starts to stalk over to her. As Roxas walks up behind her he starts to grin, expecting to frighten her. “I think you’ll find that what you’re looking for is right here.” He hands out the woman’s equipment to her.
Ophelia turns around, having heard him approach thanks to her heightened senses and looks at him, reaching her hand out to be given her things back. “You shouldn’t steal, it’s not right..” she says, feeling unimpressed by him. “You also got blood all over my
, and broke my arrow.” Roxas gives back the items he had and smirked a little. “You’re the one who ripped of something you shouldn’t have. Also sorry about the arrow.” He hands her a bag of Solars with her stuff. “Hope this can cover it.” As he does that he start to turn around and walk away.
She takes her things gently, fastening the cloak around her now blood stained dress, and places the bow and quiver on her back. Ophelia then is handed a bag of currency and she looks up at the man gently, “I can’t take this.” “Keep it anyways, I have plenty to spare. Maybe get a new dress while you’re at it. Maybe one with less blood.” Roxas says over his shoulder and waves. Thinking he’s never going to see her again, he turns around to get one more look at her.
Ophelia’s grey-blue eyes narrow slightly at the bag, placing it in her cloak pocket, looking at her dress sadly. Great, now I need to get this dealt with too. And I liked this one, jerk, she thinks. She groans and decides to finally head home, turning her back to the man and disappearing into the forest, not wanting to run into him again. Even though this would be the long way around, she makes her way home again and finds the door still locked. Before opening the door though, she leans against the frame and listens as rain pours down, having been sheltered most of the time she was gone by the trees. Her shoulders slouching in the rain before heading inside.
After his encounter, Roxas swiftly runs home to change. Once home he finds his
,lays it out on his desk to get ready for the next day and starts to take his clothes off. Once the rest of his outfit is off, he rips off his mask, used to the pain. Blood starts to gush from his face again but not for long. After taking a towel and wiping his face, the blood disappears not even leaving a scar. He lays his mask in the top left drawer of his desk then shuts it. After throwing his outfit in the wash, Roxas puts his pj’s on and gets ready for bed.
Roxas was about to reach is destination when he felt the arrow rush past his head. "God damn it. I just wanted to change." He sighed to himself and quickly turned around. Not expecting what came next. All he could feel was a cold hand against his jaw and then one on his forehead. "Oh it's on!" He thought as he was fighting to get away. Immediately after the hands touched him, he grabbed whoever was attacking him hand flung them to the ground. Readying his glaive and his creepy smile crossing his face as his eyes change again back to the blood red. "listen, I've had a very long day. I'm covered with blood and I just want to change into my normal clothes. You really don't want to mess with me right now." He threatened as he brought his glaive to his attackers throat.
Ophelia was thrown to the ground, but before her hands let go of his face, her fingers curled around his mask and tugged it off with her. She landed hard, and if she needed to breathe, her breath would have been knocked right out of her.Before doing anything else, she grabs her arrow. "I'm not afraid of you, human," she snarled through her fangs, bearing them at him after picking herself up off the ground only to be met by his weapon at her throat. She smiles, tilting her head back as if to invite him to try and kill her, and reached her arm out quickly, wrapping her fingers around his injured wrist and pulling him forward towards her, kicking her leg out around his to trip him to her side, his weapon slicing her throat slightly and she presses a bare foot down heavily onto his face, trying to get a good look at him, pressing her arrow down onto his back.
Ophelia opened up her eyes again after a short while, deciding finally to go hunt. She moved quickly, almost a blur through the rooms of the house, grabbing her bow and quiver, as well as her
. She wrapped the cloak around her and put the hood up, the silver lining framing her face and hair with perfect symmetry. Silently, she made her way down to street level and locked the door behind her, double checking it by twisting the handle before turning and moving into the night towards the side of the city closest to the Salikawood forest. There were often people unconscious, drunk, or high near this side of the city, and it made for easy hunting. Despite the fact that Ophelia was a gentle person, she had come to realize early on in her Vampirism that she had one very important need that had to be met often, and accepted the fact that this could and would hurt other beings, whether they be human, non human, or animal. The moon was rising up into the sky at a decent pace, and her grey-blue eyes easily adjusted, her night vision extremely good.
A little while had passed by the time Ophelia finally arrived at the edge of the city, and she could hear moans and random babbling from people around her in the surrounding area. She breathed in long and and slow through her nose and took in the scents, focusing on one in particular that smelled fresh and clean, but also dark somehow. The scent drew her in instinctively, and she began to move towards the person the scent was coming from. Finally her eyes came to rest on a tall male with dark hair and pale skin, a mask covering most of his face. He wore a long black jacket which matched the rest of his dark clothing. She took in his features quickly but finally her eyes came to rest on his wrist, noticing his injury.
Ophelia kept herself hidden behind some trees, moving silent with bare feet, and took her bow from her back, placing a silver tipped arrow into the knock and drawing the string back, moving her body steadily as her target walked towards the city. Finally as he had his back turned to her, she released the arrow aimed at his right shoulder blade, but her arm moves just slightly up, causing the arrow to just barely graze the top of his shoulder and she shifts herself to hide behind a the tree again, her nostrils flared angrily. After a few moments to collect herself, she places her bow very carefully, along with the quiver and cloak, on the ground, doing all of this with utter silence. Once her items are placed on the ground, she moves again in a blur towards the male, reaching her perfectly manicured hands out to grab him, one hand placed on his jaw, the other on his forehead, prepared to snap his neck to the side.
Ophelia sat silently in front of the fireplace which threw heat toward her and crackled in the evening air. She watched as the flames danced and played together, creating a story for her to watch. Her mind wasn't really on anything in particular, and she chewed at her bottom lip, her fangs pressing into the cold flesh sharply, though the pain didn't phase her. Her throat burned slightly with thirst and she considered waiting another night to feed, but knew that she'd be starting some new classes at the Silvermoon Pier Alliance within a couple of days, and figured it would be a bad idea to wait.
Where she went to hunt depended on how thirsty she was. If her throat burned like acid, she would feed on humans who she knew were homeless and had no family. If not, she fed on animals to just satisfy. She shook her head gently to erase the thought from her mind for a while, and pulled the throw blanket over her legs more snugly and shut her eyes.
Weapons: Silver whip. Silver bow and arrows. Personality: Ophelia is very soft spoken. Always thinking about others over herself. She tends to take on a motherly type of role and has searched her entire life for love, finding it very important. She can sometimes be stubborn, but always does what she thinks is right. She tends to be calm in the face of danger, and not many people have seen her at her worst. Other: Vampire. Pets: None.
Title/Rank/Occupation: Healer/Medicine maker for the Thane of Ballara. She also teaches or apprentices other healers, helping them learn.
Skills/achievements/etc: Maevah possesses pretty much any skill that would be needed for living, such as hunting, cooking, sewing, ect. As well as an in depth knowledge of making medicines and healing.
Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: Maevah likes the quiet, and often prefers to be alone unless she is helping someone in need. She often comes across as broody and serious, though she is extremely approachable if you look passed that. As for her more complex personality traits, people don't often get close enough to her to know her on a deeper level.
Biography: Maevah moved to Ballara when she was quite young. As she grew though, her mother taught her almost everything she knows about healing and medicines. Maevah learned well and learned quickly. Until an incident happened where her mother was in a deadly situation, and Maevah was unable to save her, thus creating her mission to help people heal one of extreme importance to her. Until this day she focuses almost all of her time and spirit to helping others, as well as teaching apprentices her trade.
Equipment: Mortar and pestle, vials, knives, bow and arrows, ect.
Title/Rank/Occupation: Healer/Medicine maker for the Thane of Ballara. She also teaches or apprentices other healers, helping them learn.
Skills/achievements/etc: Maevah possesses pretty much any skill that would be needed for living, such as hunting, cooking, sewing, ect. As well as an in depth knowledge of making medicines and healing.
Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: Maevah likes the quiet, and often prefers to be alone unless she is helping someone in need. She often comes across as broody and serious, though she is extremely approachable if you look passed that. As for her more complex personality traits, people don't often get close enough to her to know her on a deeper level.
Biography: Maevah moved to Ballara when she was quite young. As she grew though, her mother taught her almost everything she knows about healing and medicines. Maevah learned well and learned quickly. Until an incident happened where her mother was in a deadly situation, and Maevah was unable to save her, thus creating her mission to help people heal one of extreme importance to her. Until this day she focuses almost all of her time and spirit to helping others, as well as teaching apprentices her trade.
Equipment: Mortar and pestle, vials, knives, bow and arrows, ect.
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