Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ | accepting!

[angelonia]

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Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

Trevor gave the witch yet another nod. "Yeah it tastes... great. I don't feel like covering your counters in
sick so that's a plus." Trevor said in response. He was still trying to not succumb to bloodlust. It had been
several centuries since he lad last tasted that sweet taste and most of his most recent victims have all tasted
the same: coppery with slight variations. Trevor watched the witch ingest the green liquid before he spoke
up again. "Does it taste different for everyone? Or the addition of your blood change the flavor?" The vampire
was curious. he pushed his mug of lilac liquid away from him before he leaned forward on the island, his
blue eyes searching the witch. Mavis' reaction seemed so different than his own which caused such a curios
reaction in the vampire. He straighted up after a second to roll up his shirt sleeves above his elbows to avoid
getting anything on his shirt. The counter wasn't dirty, it was just a habit Trevor had when it came to leaning
on surfaces. With his sleeves up, he leaned back on the kitchen island with his forearms resting on the surface.

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Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

"It's nice to meet you too," Rhydian said with a smile. He was glad to have met another person in town. It
was rare that the male wasn't sleeping or running around in his wolf form. He propped his right ankle up on
his left knee and got comfortable on the bench. he lazily licked his ice cream but it melted faster than the
man could eat it. Ice cream nearly spilled onto his pants but he un-crossed his legs and leaned forward in
time for the drop of melted cream to hit the concrete instead of dirty his pants. "Close one," he muttered.
The werewolf returned to eating his ice cream but at a much faster rate.

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"both. ..i think." humming softly, the brunet disposed of the former storage container, opening ip the dishwasher before stacking the glass besides others waiting to be washed. "then again, i'm not a vamp. drinking blood from different sources - does it vary? it does everything taste the same?" a minor thought that had been nagging at mavis' mind for a while now, the male hoped his inquiry wasn't too insensitive. sure, it was less harsh than saying " so, when you eat people, do they all taste the same? " alas, it was still implied.

"for regular healing potions, like the one i just downed, they taste differently depending on the user. mine taste a bit like green tea, usually, and it reminds me of my late sister. as i'm somewhat secluded from my brethren in this town, i can't say for sure what they taste when they take healing potions. seventy-five percent sure it's different though." tossing a glance towards the cauldron, mavis' brow furrowed as he stared at the ungodly amount of potion left. perhaps he had made just a bit too much. "oh and hey, do you want to take the rest of this vamp healing potion? could be useful, considering the regular won't work on ya."

[persay]

(recap please?)

kia woke up under a tree yawning

kat sighlently shifted into her lynx luna

[aho]

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[ species ] witch [ location ] cafe [ tagged ] Axel and Dianne

She drained the last of her coffee and tilted her head back to drain the last drops of the coffee. She felt the tiniest bit more alive now that she had gained enough energy to get her through the last half of the day. She had the urge to ask him if he was supernatural or not but had to fight away the urge in case he got a little triggered at her suddenly asking out of the blue, and besides she had only just met him not wanting to give him any reason to feel wary of her. The hairs on her arm pricked up as she felt someone's eyes glaring at her or rather a piercing gaze and a weird feeling came about her that she couldn't exactly place. She knew for sure this person didn't have good intentions, the atmosphere became sort of strange. She turned around to survey the room but couldn't tell where the strange aura was coming from to no avail was she able to find who it was. Turning her attention back to Axel she replied to his question, "I guess its not too bad here, its enough to keep me entertained half the time. I tend to sneak out a lot at night to go clubbing." she said giving him a cheeky smile. "I'm just going to chuck my cup in the bin." she said noting that the witch and other guy had left together on some sort of circumstances. She hoped that she would bump into the witch again sometime maybe introduce herself get to learn a little. She walked over to the bin and tossed the cup in a proceeded to head back to the table.

[. nash .]

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↳ ( Twenty five | Werewolf | Tagged ;; Kana

The werewolf watched her with interest. A nymph, maybe he'd heard of it. His grandmother loved to rattle on about stories of her youth were she had known all these different creatures that used to live in the Quarter before the left after the first scent of a hunter. Brogan would always find himself sitting cross-legged in front of the older women listening intently to the times before this; loving everything about it. "I've heard of them, my grandmother knew a group of them before the hunters had moved into town years and years ago. " Brogan told, he never expected to actually meet one of the creatures. When she asked what he was to his pack, he couldn't help but to laugh. Brogan didn't have one here and he couldn't help but to laugh a little bit. "Omega." He told, shrugging. "Just for now, but in my old family pack I was beta." He clarified, pursing his lips and shrugging. Despite not having a pack, Brogan still held himself like a beta, and it wasn't uncommon for a whole to act like a certain rank without even having it.

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↳ ( Twenty | Angel | Tagged ;; Luna

Ariel didn't really mind the touch of the other's hand. Before this form, Ariel had been a very touchy angel, and so people touching her never really bothered her. Not like this person would know that, they didn't even know each other's name for god sake! Ariel just kind of smiled at the female as she removed her hand, looking a bit embarrassed, maybe. Ariel perked up slightly at the mention of the other needing help. It was a perfect way of paying the other back for running into her to stupidly. "I can do you one better, I can take you there." Ariel told, a grin lightly up on her face. "C'mon." she added, grabbing onto the girl's wrist out of habit and pulled lightly before letting go and taking a few more steps, looking over her should at the girl.

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↳ ( Twenty four | Lobizón | Tagged ;; Jaevin

The sun was hot, maybe intolerable to some but the tiger shifter always loved when it got hot. Mateo wasn't from New Orleans, only had been living here for almost one year. Before living here he had lived in one of the more hotter areas of the world; the amazon. His mother had been particular to keep them hidden and keeping well in a small shack with a few other creatures had made her feel safe, but not Mateo. Mateo was to restless to actually live there anymore and so he left; soon finding the French Quarter to better suit his need in life. It was odd at first, used to the quietness of the jungle, well as quiet as it could be, to the loudness of New Orleans that never seemed to have a down time. By now, the tiger was okay with it, welcomed it even. Mateo's particularly favorite place was the park not far from where he lived in the small apartment. He liked to watch everyone, not really in that 'I'm a stalker' type of way, but he always found the people's movements here comical. It hadn't taken long for the park to come into the male's view and a burst of energy to make him move even faster than he had been before. Mateo really wasn't paying attention, just trying to get to his favorite place before knocking into someone, more like flat-rolling them. Mateo twisted quickly to face the being again, a look of surprise crossed his face before something else settled into the pit of his stomach; anger. Why, Mateo didn't know but that tone the fallen person had used made his skin itch. "Don't be a child, get up." Mateo hissed out, not actually realizing the male on the floor was actually injured. "Don't act as though that actually hurt you." he added in an equally hardened tone, glaring ever so slightly at the dark haired male.


@wolfy - i believe nothing big happened, everyone has just been doing whatever.

[G.L'S]

Luna Beauvoir

Location: Street
With: Ariel
Feeling: Fuzzy

Luna Felt relieved that at least one of them knew where she lived. She planned on taking a second to sign and collect herself up a bit, but the tug of her arm stopped her from doing that. The young woman grabbed her wrist and moved off as if to say come on then! Luna smiled and fell into step behind her, swinging her fiddle across her back to free up her hands.
"I never introduced myself. I'm Luna," she offered as they passed by countless people parading down the sidewalks in the opposite direction. The whole place was bustling. So much cacophony that it seemed to make sense in her mind.
She brushed by a middle aged man and felt a tightening in her gut. He wasn't there yet, but that reminded her of how inevitable finding someone who is dying would be in a city so big. Wouldn't that be just cute. Hi you only just figured out my name, but guess what? I can predict when people die! Isn't being a banshee awesome!? Ya...not really. That would really make an impression.

[angelonia]

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Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

'Well," The vampire started. Trevor tried to organize his thoughts. "Sometimes? Flavor is influenced by diet
and recreational substances but lately, humans have been coppery." How long had it been since someone tasted
other than bland and metallic? Trevor guessed that it had been decades since he had tasted a difference. The
flavors have melded together recently. "I guess blood is similar to that potion then. Its all similar but two
vampires can be feeding on the same... host and taste different flavors." But I haven't tasted anything exciting
in decades. he added mentally. Trevor pondered Mavis' last question before responding. "Sure." It took a lot
for the vampire to accept the offer. Yes, it took him back to a dark time in his life but the pros of the liquid vastly
out weighted the cons. "Do you need any payment? Anything for your time and ingredients?" He offered. He didn't
want to just use the other man's ingredients and waste his time for nothing in return.

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Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

"It's nice to meet you too," Rhydian said with a smile. He was glad to have met another person in town. It
was rare that the male wasn't sleeping or running around in his wolf form. He propped his right ankle up on
his left knee and got comfortable on the bench. he lazily licked his ice cream but it melted faster than the
man could eat it. Ice cream nearly spilled onto his pants but he un-crossed his legs and leaned forward in
time for the drop of melted cream to hit the concrete instead of dirty his pants. "Close one," he muttered.
The werewolf returned to eating his ice cream but at a much faster rate.

[nyctomancy]

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witch || speciality; rune magic & potions || appears 21 || homosexual || male || at his home || tags; trevor



The brunet nodded solemnly, absorbing the information. He would have to jot it down later - blood and its differences. Hopefully Trevor didn't mind. Then again, it wasn't as if he planned on sharing the information with the whole witch world - Mavis was just curious. "That's pretty interesting," the witch offered in a ways of response, his thoughts still scattered. Returning to reality as the vamp gave his response, Mav's mocha orbs brightened. "Great!" He exclaimed, moving back towards his cauldron. In his excitement, the man tripped over his feet, but he managed to right himself by using the cauldron for support before his noggin was smacked against the hard black and white tiles. Flashing Trev a sheepish smile, he took an empty jar from the cabinet. Resuming their conversation as he fiddled with the jar, the witch shrugged. "Uh well, there is one thing you could do," he admitted with his back turned to his guest. "There's an ingredient I've been dying to get my hands on, but it's hosts usually aren't so keen on giving it up." Turning towards the man, his features softened into an uncanny resemblance of a puppy-dog look. "If you could somehow, I'unno.. maybe fetch a couple of siren scales?"

Pausing to let that sink in, Mavis amended his statement in a rather hasty manner. "B-but I can understand if you wouldn't want too! I've tried in the past, and well, let's just say the mermaids aren't so fond of me nowadays." Holding up his left hand, the brunet hurriedly rolled up his sleeve. There was a scar in the crook of his elbow, a large, white line that stood out against his tanned skin. Apparently it was resistant towards healing potions, given the fact the man had just downed one minutes before. Returning to the task at hand, Mavis tapped the singular glass bottle with his left hand. The jug suddenly split into two jars, a copy suddenly shimmering into existence besides the original. And then four jars were on the counter, followed up shortly by eight. The spell wore off at sixteen, in which Mavis happily began to fill up the containers with the violet potion.

[azhefa.]

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ana ✘ twenty-three years ✘ lone tiger lobizón ✘ form; tiger, human ✘ location; market > park
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Waking at dawn like she always does no matter the time she went to sleep, Aiyana takes a quick shower and dresses in a pair
of beat up old jeans and a large t-shirt. She ties her long hair up into a high ponytail before heading outside with her gardening
tools and a basket. Her lovely little home was on the edge of the French Quarter near the river, a somewhat quieter place than
in the center of the Quarter, and she has a nice little yard which she has turned into a small garden. Ana hums to herself as she
works at pulling up weeds and clearing out dead plants to make room for new ones. The work was tedious and somewhat tiring,
but she enjoys every second of it since it reminds her of the times she use to garden with her mother. For most of the morning,
Ana works in her garden, but once the sun was high in the sky, it was time to go to the market.

After taking another shower to wash off the sweat and grim from her labors, Ana dresses in a pretty floral summer dress and a
pair of pastel flats to match. She dries her hair and pulls it up into another high ponytail before grabbing her purse and heading
out the door. It was a fairly long walk to the French Quarter from her house, but Ana loves the scenery so she ignores the nearly
uncomfortable heat and blazing sun. She resituates her sunglasses as she walks, her mind wandering, but her attention quickly
snaps back as she nears the rather loud French Quarter. Even though she likes peace and quiet, Ana can't deny the fact that she
enjoys the feel of adrenaline that flows through her as she moves through the streets bustling with people and loud music.

Ana walks with ease down the crowded streets towards the large farmer's market that was set up, dodging the stumbling drunks
that are ever present and the bikes that fly past without a care in the world for other people's safety. She makes it to the large
market without so much as a scratch and happily grabs a basket before setting off down the rows and rows of tables. For almost
an hour, she mills about the market, asking about prices or how some of the fellow gardeners grow such robust vegetables. Ana
was at home in the busy market, surrounded by the scents of earth and people. Once her basket was full, she purchases a cloth
bag to carry her items in and returns the basket to it's proper place. On her way out of the market, Ana catches a glimpse of a
large park and decides to head over to investigate. Being that she's only been in the area for a few weeks, she hasn't yet really
explored the area so the park was a new find.

Just as she crosses the street and nears the park, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stand up at attention and her skin
tingles slightly. The feeling spooks her a little, but is easily understood as her crystal blue gaze settles upon a tall lean figure a
hundred or so yards away. Lobizón. A light breeze blows in her direction and she is able to scent the air, picking up the familiar
musk of a male tiger. Ana was both terrified and overjoyed at the other tiger's presence, scared because it was an unfamiliar
male and happy because it was a tiger like herself and not some small house cat. Her light trance was broken as she sees the
figure on the ground, a young man clearly in pain. Ana's healer side kicks in and she rushes over to the downed man, quickly
realizing it wasn't just some human, but a Vampire. Though she's not very fond of Vampires, she helps Jaevin anyway. Brushing
past Mateo, Ana kneels next to Jaevin and puts a soft hand on his uninjured arm, her voice filled with concern and motherly
warmth, "I'm a healer, what's hurting you, Nightwalker?" Ana keeps her voice low and soft so that only Jaevin and Mateo could
hear the nickname for Vampires.

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dae ✘ twenty-six years ✘ self-proclaimed alpha werewolf ✘ form; wolf, human ✘ location; x
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{open I guess}

[coaliev]

Ａｍａｌｉｅ Ｗｉｍｔｏｎ
werewolf || twenty || heterosexual || tags; Rhydian

Amalie shook her head a little and if you listened carefully, you could hear a quiet giggle coming from the girl. She really felt a need to use her pencil but couldn't find anything worth being drawn in her pad. The girl was just about to give up, when she looked over at Rhydian eating his ice cream and came up with an idea. "Umm... Would you find it creepy if I asked you if I maybe could draw you?" she almost mumbled. The words sounded so much better inside of her head and they didn't really come out the way she wanted. Amalie sighed. "I mean... What I really am trying to say is; Would you be okay with me sketching you while you're sitting on this bench?"