XXXXXγ»Corie Visciarγ»
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Β¬ Age; 266
Β¬ Gender; Masculine
Β¬ Role; Leader, Vampires
Β¬ Location; Coven
Β¬ Mentioned;
Β¬ Tagged; Duana
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"Duana! I know you can hear me. My room please." Corie was less then impressed, there had been more of the beastly scouts around the place, and with the threats from the witches he was under extreme stress. What exactly was he suppose to do? What was the right choice in their situation? He shoved himself away from the desk, inked papers fluttering to the floor around him and his chair made that horrible squeaking sound as it scraped across the bare wood. He turned his head slightly to glare at the chair as if it had just insulted his mother. He shouldn't let his frustration and anger get the better of him. After all, they hadn't done anything wrong, right? He would have heard if one of his own had gone out slaying werewolves left, right and centre. Hell. He was sure that he'd have more then one pack to deal with if that was the case. But, who else could be behind this all? No. This wasn't the time to be doubting his own people. He wasn't the one to put his entire trust in a person, but these guys? These guys were like his children to him. Even if a couple of them were older than him.
He sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his temple. All of this thinking, this scheming, simply made him sick. He'd tried to reason with a couple of witches but they weren't having it. Of course they didn't believe him, after all, they were vampires right? Vampires and witches haven't exactly had the best past. Considering the whole witch slavery period amongst other misdeeds his kind had created. Corie had a vision for peace, especially for this town, however it was fairly oblivious to him that most of those under him do not share the same vision.
XXXXXγ»Faye Mirandeγ»
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Β¬ Age; 17
Β¬ Gender; Feminine
Β¬ Role; Human
Β¬ Location;
Β¬ Mentioned;
Β¬ Tagged;
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XXXXXXγ»P A R S L E Yγ»
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Β¬ Age; 18
Β¬ Gender; Masculine
Β¬ Role; Werewolf, Pack Member
Β¬ Location;
Β¬ Mentioned;
Β¬ Tagged; Hunter Vanhoose
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"Ack!" Parsley tugged at the clothing that clinged to his body. Parsley had been alive for 18 years, and in all that time he'd never had to start wearing clothes until about two weeks ago. This new world was strange to him, he didn't understand what purpose these clothes could have, what the sounds around him were and he most definitely didn't understand the people. Everything was so different to his way of life. He'd just have to learn and adapt.
"It's touching me." Parsley growled, trying to pull the jeans away from his legs as if they would just magically stay where he tried to place them. Maybe jeans was a little too much for him at this point in time.
"Do you have anything.. Less touchy?" He turned his attention to Hunter, the person who he'd currently been borrowing everything off of. Clothes, food, water, etc. He wasn't entirely sure where all the food that came out of that trap box came from, or why exactly he had to wear the clothes, but it was better then him running around without any clothes on and starving, right? Hopefully.
"It feels like wet leaves and moss."