Cora Whitehaven
Vampire (Countess) | Female | 24 | Single
Cora finally got up when the sun had sunken fully below the horizon, the only lights out on the streets were the streetlamps and the lights from the buildings, the moon barely visible behind a veil of cloud. She didn't say a word as she walked out of the door, not even bidding goodbye to her brother.
Vladimir Whitehaven
Vampire (Coven member) | Bar owner | Male | 28 | Single
Vlad looked up to watch his sister go, glad that the sun had finally gone so Cora's presence was no longer an issue in his bar. She was going out to feed though, Vlad was sure of it. He just didn't get why she refused to drink from any of the bloodbags, it made living here a lot harder if people got killed.
Georgia Howlett
Werewolf (Loner) | Female | 17 | Single
Georgia kept walking until she reached the river, dipping her head down to drink from the water. Then she heard a snap and her head flung in the direction of the sound. Somebody was following her. Her eyes narrowed a little and she gave a small huff, sniffing the air. She could smell human and... silver.
(I'd prefer realistic but what sort of thing did you have in mind?)
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis CarrollFanfiction Account
Jubjub bird