Vampire Role-Play (Always Accepting!)

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I'll join. ^^ Never done a vampire RP before but I'd like to try it out~

Name: Arabella
Human, Vampire, Werewolf, Hybrid, or Other: Human
Age: 12
Mate: None/Too Young
Location: Village

Picture or Description: J̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶H̶o̶n̶e̶y̶ ̶B̶o̶o̶ ̶B̶o̶o̶ Arabella's hair is a very dark brown which appears almost black during daylight. Its slightly wavy as it reaches her shoulders and is normally kept in low pig-tails. She has a low side-swept fringe which she continuously brushes out of her chestnut eyes. On a normal day, she'll wear a simple grey dress and black ballet flats.
Personality: (Please don't mind me chucking this in) A normally quiet, polite and reserved girl. She lacks a lot of friends due to an absence of being able to socialize with the more adventurous children in her village. To her very close friends, she is more open and trusting and will reveal a cheekier, more childish nature when around them. She has secret fascinations, beliefs and ideas about magical creatures that are classified as 'nothing but old wives tales' by her parents.

Username: SeptemberQuail
 
Name: Willow

Human, Vampire, Werewolf, Hybrid, or Other: Human

Age: 12

Mate: None

Location: The village

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Personality: Overly-energetic, easily scared, doesn't think as herself as beautiful, but is.

Username:TinyBeaks
 
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I'll join. ^^ Never done a vampire RP before but I'd like to try it out~

Name: Arabella
Human, Vampire, Werewolf, Hybrid, or Other: Human
Age: 12
Mate: None/Too Young
Location: Village

Picture or Description: J̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶H̶o̶n̶e̶y̶ ̶B̶o̶o̶ ̶B̶o̶o̶ Arabella's hair is a very dark brown which appears almost black during daylight. Its slightly wavy as it reaches her shoulders and is normally kept in low pig-tails. She has a low side-swept fringe which she continuously brushes out of her chestnut eyes. On a normal day, she'll wear a simple grey dress and black ballet flats.
Personality: (Please don't mind me chucking this in) A normally quiet, polite and reserved girl. She lacks a lot of friends due to an absence of being able to socialize with the more adventurous children in her village. To her very close friends, she is more open and trusting and will reveal a cheekier, more childish nature when around them. She has secret fascinations, beliefs and ideas about magical creatures that are classified as 'nothing but old wives tales' by her parents.

Username: SeptemberQuail
(Accepted. We can begin as soon as you want.)
 
Name: Willow

Human, Vampire, Werewolf, Hybrid, or Other: Human

Age: 12

Mate: None

Location: The village

Picture or Description:

Personality: Overly-energetic, easily scared, doesn't think as herself as beautiful, but is.

Username:TinyBeaks
(Accepted!)
 
In the dark veil of night, Isobel crept into the Village. She was hoping to sate the thirst that had wracked her body for days, ever since she was turned. Her tongue rolled over the sharp edges of her fangs, two constant reminders of what she was. The burning, dry sensation tore through her again. Her ears could pick up the slightest vibration, and she heard it now. The steady beating of a human heart, gushing blood. She tried not to breath in the sweet scent of the man, but her longing took over. She inhaled quickly through dead, stone lungs. That was all it took. In a few seconds, she had appeared at his side, and sunken her fangs into his neck. Blood came pouring out of the open wound, which she sucked at until none was left.
 
(I'd love too! Sorry for late replies. By the way, what timezone do we live in? Medieval? Modern? Old England?)

Arabella rested her bare elbows against the window sill, her palms pressed firmly against her cheeks as she gazed outside, unable to fall asleep during this time of night. Her mouth parted to let off a small sigh as she let her gaze draw upon each individual house within the village and the village square that was only metres away from her small townhouse. There were these flowers outside, beautifully arranged that would sit near the edges of the village square. They were gorgeous in the morning but would always hide away at night. It was eerily empty at this time which would always cause Arabella to become extra cautious where ever she went as she knew there were more than just humans and forest animals out there, So I must be careful. she thought to herself, as her lips mouthed those exact words.

With a reluctant sigh she pulled herself away from the nighttime view and began to make her way towards her bed but only to realize how thirsty she was. Pulling her fringe out of her face with her right hand, she walked outside her room with her bare feet shuffling against the timber floor before she descended downstairs into the tightly-packed kitchen. She got hold of her glass sitting on the kitchen counter before running it under the tap. Satisfied with the amount of water she had, she proceeded to haul herself onto the counter and seat herself, her legs hanging on the edge before she fixed up her night-gown and began drinking the water as she looked out the kitchen window. Once again, losing track of time as she observed the surroundings outside once more.
 
(I'd love too! Sorry for late replies. By the way, what timezone do we live in? Medieval? Modern? Old England?)

Arabella rested her bare elbows against the window sill, her palms pressed firmly against her cheeks as she gazed outside, unable to fall asleep during this time of night. Her mouth parted to let off a small sigh as she let her gaze draw upon each individual house within the village and the village square that was only metres away from her small townhouse. There were these flowers outside, beautifully arranged that would sit near the edges of the village square. They were gorgeous in the morning but would always hide away at night. It was eerily empty at this time which would always cause Arabella to become extra cautious where ever she went as she knew there were more than just humans and forest animals out there, So I must be careful. she thought to herself, as her lips mouthed those exact words.

With a reluctant sigh she pulled herself away from the nighttime view and began to make her way towards her bed but only to realize how thirsty she was. Pulling her fringe out of her face with her right hand, she walked outside her room with her bare feet shuffling against the timber floor before she descended downstairs into the tightly-packed kitchen. She got hold of her glass sitting on the kitchen counter before running it under the tap. Satisfied with the amount of water she had, she proceeded to haul herself onto the counter and seat herself, her legs hanging on the edge before she fixed up her night-gown and began drinking the water as she looked out the kitchen window. Once again, losing track of time as she observed the surroundings outside once more.
(I really don't know yet...)

Though satisfied for the night, Isobel wanted to stay in the Village for a while, hoping to communicate with a human while the darkness made her eyes look like a dark brown, instead of the blood red that showed in the sun. She wanted company, and it would be relatively easy to not kill anyone due to her recent feeding. Her eyes skimmed the darkness, which to her, was as clear as day, looking for anyone to talk to. Her delicate hand rose to her mouth, whisking away any blood left over.
 
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