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[Love Less] | In the Game of Love, Everyone Loses

I'm debating whether I should create a male or a female. I've pretty much got a backstory for either one. I just need to decide on the gender. Any ideas?

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He will survive lol with what we have planned he's not allowed to let his character die yet. After your post we will wait for Zi and Phoenix then I will post and so on.

@RenaKin90

Oh, good. I don't like it when characters die off quickly. T_T

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@RenaKin90 @DeadlyPhoenix @Smiter19 @Zi @Shmektheshmuck

Like a moth to a flame, Amira found herself captivated by the blazing inferno, watching it flicker and frolic along her skin like wildfire. The heat itself seemed an entity of its own, sovereign of any celestial body, but when she tore from her immersion, she noticed sheer amount of damage it had caused. While it temporarily banished the vampires, it mauled at others, and left them fighting for their lives. It was a massacre. Bloody carcasses were strewn across the forest floor in their numbers, leaving little of what was left of the green grass bellow. Amira could only fathom what would happen next – the forest was aflame, people were wounded, and god help those who had managed to breathe in an infirmed vampires fumes. Sighing, she'd avert her attention onto the small congregation of people who were already making their way to shelter, hopefully to higher ground.

As one of the humans called out to the group, signalling them to follow, Amira wondered if that meant her too. Could she trust these people? What if it was a trap? These cynical thoughts troubled her greatly, especially since she was under extreme time constraints. In agitation, Amira would bite her bottom lip till it drew blood; she knew what she had to do now, and that was to follow them. After all, as far as the vampires were concerned, she was with them now whether she liked it or not. As she'd trek after the group, Amira would attempt to catch up with the ones that were flagging, the armor plated husk which shrouded arms now slowly shedding itself away to reveal soft, tanned skin. “Is everyone alright? How much further is this shelter you speak of?” Amira would holler out to them, hoping they wouldn't deter her away like so many others had done in the past.

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@RenaKin90 I'm nearly finished writing my reply. Sorry it's taking a little longer than usual, I'm busy. ^^"

Just finished reading @Shmektheshmuck post... Is his character going to die, or survive the ordeal?!

Vampire Royal Family

I'm a sap for all things supernatural, so of course I'm interested. ^^

.:Luna Sea Insane Asylum:. [always accepting new patients.]

@Grifter I'm also interested. If you're still accepting, I will have my CS posted sometime soon. ^^

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@Zi Pairing them together would make for an interesting story. So yeah, I'd be more than happy for them fall in love! ^^

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Lily Ecclestone

Name: Lily Ecclestone
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Family: Father (Alive), Mother (Deceased)
Flat: 8, 1st Floor

Bio:

_{❝ As a child she was described as having the eyes of a half-tamed creature,
being drawn to the unnatural, with a penchant for improvising tempestuous fairy stories. ❞}

Lily's fondest memories were that of the mundane moments she spent with her mother, looking through fairy tale books together, only for them both to be lovingly chastised by her father when he caught them awake past bedtime. Being a simple child, she cherished this simplicity in which life had to offer. Lily spent most of her years at home, where she was schooled and groomed to be a proper lady; not knowing the many wonders of the world. Just like her mother, she had an undying interest with "otherworldly" things. It fascinated her knowing that the world everyone had come to know, was not entirely as it seemed. Lily’s "little world" expanded when her mother was rushed to hospital one evening. For being a shelter girl all her life, she didn’t understand the sad smile on her mother’s face; not realizing that her mother was terminally ill. As soon as she was informed by the doctors of what was to be expected, Lily broke down.

Fifteen years had passed since then; she still isn't completely over the loss of her mother. Though now, Lily is more able in masking her heartbreak with a smile. Currently occupying flat eight on the first floor, she attends university, studying in animal management.

Personality: Lily is an enigmatic and friendly individual, who makes an effort in trying to befriend others. Seemingly having a reality of her own, she sees things differently, often saying or doing random things to the people around her. Despite being an oddball, she is a dreamer with the strong determination of making her dreams into reality no matter how ridiculous it sounds. Although, her cheerfulness isn't entirely genuine; rather a façade she had taken in as she prefers no one knowing how she truly feels. She purposely projects herself "weaker" than most—when in truth, she is much more smarter than she looks. Overall, Lily is someone who becomes easily attached to those who would accept her hand of friendship.

Theme Song: Florence + The Machine - Only If For A Night
Extras/Other:
▸ She suffers from albinism.

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It's hard to think about romance when all this vampire bloodshed is going on the the IC tab.

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Amira would release the lesser vampire from her grip, it's feeble form colliding into the rocks beside her. The vampire would then flounder for a moment before regaining its balance once more, a crooked grin creasing across its lips. Soon, other nocturnal creatures where coming to its aid, their hisses distorting like ripples in a still water pond. The now agitated Amira could feel her scales bristle slightly as the thought of being outnumbered lay heavy on her mind. What had she gotten herself into now? If only she had listened to what her mentor had said, this would never have happened. Then again, she couldn't just leave them, could she? Cracking her neck into place, she'd shake the uneasy thoughts from her head. After all, she was the one who had gotten herself into this mess, and now she was sure as hell going to finish it.

As another vampire made a lunge for her, Amira would ram her fist into the creature's sternum; her claws piercing skin and bone as she reached for the heart. With a bit of brute force from her other arm, she’d pry the heart from the vampires now lifeless carcass, before tossing them aside and into the obscurity of the forest. One after another, she’d take them down, careful not to inhale their putrid fumes. All while this was occurring, Amira couldn't help but ponder what the vampire from before meant. What small elf? Is that seriously what they where after? Well, whatever it was, it had grabbed Amira's attention, and she wasn't going to let it go that quickly. Not after all this pointless bloodshed.