Werewolf
Name~Vivian Gandillon
Age~19
Gender~girl
personalitey~beautiful and strong,
looks~~

wolf~~

Crush~......
Bf~........
History~Vivian Gandillon relishes the change, the sweet, fierce ache that carries her from girl to wolf. At nineteen, she is beautiful and strong, and all the young wolves are on her tail. But Vivian still grieves for her dead father; her pack remains leaderless and in disarray, and she feels lost in the suburbs of Maryland. She longs for a normal life. But what is normal for a werewolf?
Then Vivian falls in love with a human, a "meat-boy". this boy is kind and gentle, a welcome relief from the squabbling pack.(he calls her wolf girl alot) He's fascinated by the supernatural or unknown, and Vivian longs to reveal herself to him. Surely he would understand her and delight in the wonder of her dual nature, not fear her as an ordinary human would.
Vivian's divided loyalties are strained further when a brutal murder threatens to expose the pack. Moving between two worlds, she does not seem to belong in either. What is she really—human or beast? Which tastes sweeter—blood or chocolate?
form Vampire
name~Sierra Noble
age~18
really~ 131
gender~Girl
personalitey~She is very causious of them one.she really wont be near someone for long.
looks~

Crush~......
Bf~........
History~
9th December 1879It was a cold December night, as a young woman walked down the street after a late night celebration. Her shoes crunched through the freshly fallen snow, her pale lilac dress trailing along behind her. Breath turned into mist before her eyes as she hurried to get home. The Victorian street was deserted, only the occasional flicker of a street lamp flame lit up the icy path ahead. Slowly, snow began to fall from the heavens.
Someone on the other side of the street called her name. The young woman's head turned towards them. It was a group of gentlemen smoking, how she had not noticed them as she passed them she did not know. One of their faces was familiar to her.
'Albert, you should know better not to stay out in the snow, I fear you will catch a terrible cold.' She scalded him, her posh English accent carrying easily across the empty road. She continued to look at him, wrapping her small coat around her tighter. The boy laughed.
'You worry too much m'lady. Come over here.' His accent was heavy American, despite his rather English surroundings. She obeyed him reluctantly, glancing towards her destination, which was only a few streets away. As she approached him, she noticed many of the other gentlemen surrounding him. They looked far too intimidating for her liking.
'Albert I really must go.' She turned to leave, but someone had grabbed her arm. She turned to look at him. 'Let go of me!' She tried to pull away, but the man's grip was too strong for her. She winced in pain. 'Albert, you're hurting me!' They laughed. He pulled her roughly towards her and kissed her fully on the lips. She broke away, disgusted. Her gloved hand flew to her mouth to wipe it, but when she withdrew it and looked at her glove, it was covered in her own, scarlet blood.
They started to walk towards the young woman, evil smirks strewn across their pale faces. 'Albert, don't, you're drunk!' She struggled for words. 'Please, let me go back!' As quick as a flash they surrounded her, and the woman fearfully looked up into his pools of expressionless, black eyes.
.:131 Years Later:.
20th June 2010A shrill alarm forced Sierra Noble to open her eyes. Wearily she attacked the clock untill the thing had shut up, and when it had, she rolled out of bed. Splashing her face wih water in the bathroom, she looked into the mirror. A pretty, 5"2, golden eyed, blonde, 18 year old looked back at her. Shaking her head, she walked back into her room and got dressed. Pulling on some skinny jeanes, a blue tank top underneath a grey hoodie and some blue converse, she headed downstairs into the silent house. she brushed her hair and grabbed her schoolbag, heading out the door. It was her first day in a new school, so she hoped she made a few friends while it lasted.
form Human
name~Tifa falls
age~18
gender~girl
personalitey~
looks

Crush~......
Bf~.......
History~It started out with Zack and Tifa arguing. "We can help eachother I know we can." She tells him as he is getting ready to go on another mission. "I don't want you involved." He calmly tells her. "Yeah but.."
"Tifa!" he shouts.
-2 months later-
Tifa visits the church, the one place where she has always felt closest to Zack. Although she has come to terms with his passing, she feels him near her, just as close as the day he left. But she knows that no amount of hope can ever bring him back. But the longing to be with him is unbearable... she collapses on the church floor as her imagination overcomes reality. When she gets her bearings, she thinks back to times that she was happiest, like the night before he left, when he told her that she was one of the best things that happened to her beside their mom being alive and made her paralized with happiness. While she was living in her memories, the sound of the church doors opening brought her back to reality. Her first thoughts was that is was Zack, coming to comfort her in her time of need. She looked towards the doors to see an approaching shadow, Zack's shadow. But her smile fades into horror when he stopped in the door frame and gave her a gentle wave, then departed back into the light. And she reminded herself that no amount of hope, can ever bring him back.
(This was Zack Falls)