Name: Night
Age: 20
Job: To Kill
School:
Grade:
Species: Vampire
Weapons: Her own fangs mainly, thus, otherwise she would use her swords.
Appearance: 5'8, 120 lbs, silky shoulder length jet black hair, labret piercing. Clothes wise, she always wears her leather trench coat and tight black pants. No makeup is really necessary because of her pale complexion. Plus she is beautiful enough.
Originally posted by XxLuvMe4MexX
her eyes widened, not in embarrassment, but more in surprise. How did he know? He probably got a glance of her book..She cleared her throat and brushed the wrinles out of her dress as if trying to stall. Then she faced him. "I paint..." she said slowly. "I paint pictures and bring them in to sell. That's my living.. it pays good, enough to keep my comfortable. Other then that I'm alone, my parents are always out, seems as though I'm not needed. yet I'm not old enough yet to be out on my own." she said with a shrug of her shoulders. then she couldn't help but giggle at the mention of his job. "So, you raise Leprechauns? I never thought that was possible." a smile spread over her face as she tried to hold back another small laugh.
*In the outskirts of town, Night stood in the darkness of the cemetery. She traced her finger atop the gravestones as she walked along passed them, slowly. Looking down, she watched as her feet slowly carried her; one in front of the other. Today was her first day, or shall we say Night, in the town. She had earlier found an old abandoned apartment complex to home herself in and was now examining the new grounds that she had never before seen. Night knew no one, she heard no one. There was nothing in the air but silence except the occasional bark of a dog down the street in one of the homes. She paused in front of a family plot and folded her arms atop it, resting her chin.*