Name: Mark
Age: 17
height: 5'2
[hes not a vampire yet, I guess you could turn him if you want core, and anyone else can turn him if they want... and he really hates when people comment about his size...]
Mark sat in a corner where he was less noticable. His grey eyes shifted to a beautiful woman at the bar. What was he thinking? He wouldn't have a chance with her. He dropped his hand on the table. No one cared about him, whether he lived or died. He wanted to be somewhere would people wanted to be around him and like him for who he was.
(repost, incase inthesilence comes back tonight)
Originally posted by DanieLs_4_Ever
*Night was amazed at the way of entry to the club. She climbed down and took his hand, smiling playfully back, and giggling as he said that to her.*
*She looked around and immediately her senses went wild as she knew there were more of her kind lingering every which way around her. But none of them mattered more than Christian, the one she'd pay her mind to.*
"An absolutely brilliant place you've chosen Christian!", Night said and kissed his lips.
Originally posted by soren
(Sorry I had a Basket ball game. the Cowden-Herrick Hornets the team I was on, won. The score: 40-23, it was against St. Elmo.)Soren: *whent over and picked his sword up* "What's that Hart?"
((good 😄 😄 nice to hire you win 😄 😄 ))
hart :its a nacha its a soft clouth for cuts or other things i make some all the time i lerned it when i was a little girl in england
she let her aksent slip away