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    1. FireHeartWolf 11 yrs ago

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Kay ;) thanks, I'll make my CS soon
I'll explain my character's race-
It is a bit like a Crocotta mixed with a Siren. Kinda. Other than that it is completely original.

I have named them Firenze (pronounced Fear-en-zee NOT Fire-enzee). They look like humans normally, and feed off of human souls and sanity.
When feeding, Firenze hide behide something and wait. Whenever they see someone, they can almost read the victims mind. (In public this can get very overpowering, so Firenze like to be alone) Their voice changes so that it sounds like someone the victim knows. The Firenze then screams or beckons the victim over, using the voice of one of the victim's loved ones. (If this is confusing you, skip a couple sentences and read that instead) When the victim is near enough, the Firenze then captures and feeds from them. Usually, a victim is left with slight insanity or a mental disorder e.g. deafness, depression, hallucinations or anxiety etc.
So, if Bob was walking along, thinking about his son, Jimmy, the Firenze's voice would change to Jimmy's. The Firenze would then call Bob over and feed from him.
Firenze need to feed at least once every 72 hours. If they don't, they can get moody, malicious and even a little mad. They turn quite 'evil' and are unpredictable when they are hungry.

So which category?
I'm not sure which my character would fit into category-wise.
Ahh good I'm in!
Derpestein said
Grant stayed silent for a few moments. Who was she? She seemed strange. Odd. Grant, deep in his subconscious, sensed she wasn't...Normal. Not a proper human. "Um, sure..." He said, barely loud enough to be heard. He slid the book closer to himself, but kept it closed. "If you don't mind," He looked at her, "What's your name?" She had him intrigued.


Avery slid into the chair and sat down. "Avery. Most call me Avie, though." She said with a smile before adding, "what's yours?"
Avery walked into cafe and searched for a place to sit. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a loud thump, which was amplified by her acute hearing.
Derpestein said
Grant had been eating his doughnuts, reading and thinking. He sat in his chair quietly, thinking about the book he was reading. 'I'm not liking it so far...' He thought. Flipping another page, he took his doughnut and accidentally knocked over his book. It proceeded to fall to the ground, making a 'smack' sound. He sighed, looking at it. He just sat there, staring. He honestly didn't like the book, so what was the point? He sat there for a few seconds, before taking a bite out of his doughnut.


Avie turned and snarled, her natural instinct when she sensed danger, but her growl stopped when she saw a book on the floor. She looked up at Grant, but he didn't seem to notice. She bent down and picked it up for him, placing it on the table. "You dropped this..." Avery said befoore adding, "May I sit here? This place is packed, and I can't see anywhere else...?"
Melanie accepted
Avery sat under a shady tree, the gentle breeze blowing the pages in the romance book she was reading, The Notebook. This is one she has loved for as long as she could read. It felt so familiar, which she liked. Her golden-blonde hair flowed way below her shoulders and her deep blue eyes glimmered in the bright sunshine.
Avie sighed with both relief and disappointment. It was a relief that she was away from the hordes of crowds and humans, and relieved that she finally got a break from her training. But all this time alone had made her think about home and family. She was homesick, that's for sure, but she had to remember this WAS her home from now on. Besides, Eyensford was beautiful, so picturesque compared to London. Despite this, there was no forgetting home, and how lonely she was in this new town.
Anyone can start on the IC
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