KiraKiraKins and Yours Truly :3

And so begins our epic RP. Commence.


Name: Rosaline Van Dutch (Stereotypical vampire name XD)
Age: Appears 21 (365 years)
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Looks: clicky!
Personality: Ruthless, heartless, all round a tough cookie. Is rather good at blending in with humans, if it weren't for her vampiric ways giving her away.

Not sure what else I might have missed, kinda doing my history homework at the same time XD

Hmmm looks like we'll have to bend the Buffy ways...male Slayer time! *readies the stake and holy water*

Douglas Aarons
19(cougar town? XD)
Dark brown, somewhat curly hair and pale blue eyes. Is of average height with a muscular build. He is very laid back and prefers to take a backseat, but will voice his opinion if necessary.

The reason I made him a teen is just because that's how it goes...xD

[[lol xD I didn't want to make her too young, I wanted her to have a rather feisty attitude, so a young adult fitted that XD She doesn't have to be a lasting character anyway... *evil laugh* Could you please start? I'm better when people start for me :3 *batts eyelashes* ]]

Right...okay xD

Douglas sighed as he sat on a tombstone, tapping the stake on his leg. The patrol had been quite uneventful so far. He looked at the red head who had joined him. "So, Mariella, anything come up?" He asked as she leaned against a tall tombstone. She shook her head.
"Nope, nada thing."

Rose drained the last drops of blood from her victim, a young male, closing her eyes as she drank him dry. His body had already gone limp, but once she was finished with him she let the pale, stone cold body drop to the floor of the alley, his head lolling to one side, revealing the two puncture wounds on his neck. Rosaline smiled, a pearly white grin coupled with a razor sharp pair of fangs, before she turned her back on her victim. She blinked a few times as a flickering street lamp illuminated her path for a few seconds, before emitting a weak buzz, the bulb shattering. The hunters would be out tonight...she'd have to be careful.

Douglas sighed. Well this patrol was going nowhere. Why did being a slayer have to involve so many boring nights?

Rose made her way through the shadows towards the west end of town. As she passed the graveyard, she noticed a figure leaning against a tombstone. It smelled like a human, but she knew all to well that humans wouldn't just be wandering around in the middle of the night in a graveyard...

[ugh. I have no muse @-@]

[[he could see her, chase a little, but she tries to seduce him? ]]

[hmmm okay xD]

Douglas ran his fingers through his hair, ready to quit, when he caught sight of a figure slinking about. He stood, stake ready, and headed for it.

She turned her head, looking towards the figure moving towards her, and hissed. "Leave me." She hissed quietly, but loud enough to carry her voice across to him.

"Sorry. Can't do that." He said brightly, then moved to stab her through the heart.

Rose hissed and jumped to the side in a flash. "I don't take kindly to being attacked, human." She hissed, baring her fangs.

"Oh, come on! I'm the slayer. It's what a do." He did a round house kick, hitting her in the stomach. Just a normal human kicking her would have probably broken their leg, but becausebhe had the extra strength if a slayer, it would have done at least a bit of damage.

Rose fell back, stunned at his sudden move. "Alright then, if this is how you're going to be." She backed away, giving him a slightly sexy, seductive smile. "Come on then." She turned and headed away at a running pace.

Douglas grimaced. "Vamp chicks." He said, disgust boiling in his voice. He followed after her, easily catching up.

She turned down an alleyway, the darkness kept her strong, powerful. She turned to face him. "You hunters...You must get bored, mustn't you?" She gave him her smile again. "I mean...it must be boring work killing people like us." She changed her facial expression so she appeared innocent and childish.

"People? Hardly. And actually, it's quite fine. I enjoy getting rid of you creeps." he said with a devious grin.

Her expression changed suddenly, from innocent to anger. She stepped forwards again. "Are you sure? Because I could tear you limb from limb..." She trailed off.

"None of your friends could do it. They're all dust now." He smirked, then moved to stab her again.

"You bastard!" She hissed, skimming out the way again, but went into a wall back first. "You killed them all! They were my friends.."

"Yeah. I think we established that." He grunted, then moved to kick her again.

[I'm on my phone, sorry about the small post!]

Rose was so angry that she didn't see him coming it was too late. He hit her full in the stomach, and she keeled over, wheezing. she swore, falling to her knees.

Douglas's face was grim as he moved in, ready to stab the stake through her back. But something held him back. Usually he didn't mind killing vampires because they had no soul, but this one..,hm. He was stumped. He held his position for a phew brief moments.