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User Name: Filia slayer
Name: Candy Hart (Candy also makes a suitable nickname for her occupation)
Age: 17
Click: The fawns
Appearance:
Crush: None yet.
Other: During the day time, Candy is just your average student with the same wishful thinking as many others her age. Truly, all she wishes is to make friends and become one of the most popular girls in the entire school. By night, little Candy is in her own adult like world---the world of stripping.... it wasn't by force that she did this, but poor candy loved money and would do all she could to keep it flowing into her palm.

Ghosts:
Name: Tami Conner
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/DW121586/emochickey2.jpg [alive];http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/DW121586/emochick.jpg [dead]
Age: Tami passed at 17, but has been dead for twenty three odd years, making her fourty---or she would be fourty.
bio: Tami was an average girl at best. She made decent grades, had a pretty decent upbringing, and lived the life that many live from day to day. She loved hanging with friends, and to shop, but her greatest love of all was the one that she shared with one of the earlier coaches at the school. Even though the coach was married and already had a family, Tami made it her business to please to coach when away from his burden of a wife. At one time---as rumors have been told by the alumni, she was even said to have been pregnant by him. Maybe that was a motive in the death of young Tami Conner. No one knew or knows to this day what happened, and probably never will. All that could be known was that the on a late spring night after Tami had gotten into a rather harsh argument over the phone---(no one knew what the conversation was based on since her room mate had been gone home for a crisis in the family.) Afterwards, she rushed out into the hall to cool off, but somewhere along the way, tripped and fell down the long stairs, severely injuring her spinal cord and fracturing her skull. It was said that she may have had a chance if someone would have come to her rescue and gotten her medical attention, but she lie there for what seemed like hours-- unconscious and still......She was found dead approximately at 10:31 p.m.
The coach had been taken into custody for questioning, but had a valid alibi for the night of her death, and was set free without any proof of evidence. Some say that she was pushed by him because he wanted her to have an abortion so that his marriage and career would not take affect, but she refused. Some even blame it on spirits and ghosts who roam the halls after curfew hours, and prank those dumb enough to leave their rooms. Others have said to have seen Tami herself lurking the halls in her same uniform which was much unlike the current attendees, or sometimes she dresses in a long white shirt that reached to the edge of her transparent white legs, and often carrying a mysterious white bundle in her arms. No one knows for sure....

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Name: Samantha Borthello
Age: Unknown. Her heart stopped when she was at the age of eleven, but that took place in the late eighteenth century so its hard to determine the age status.
Gender: Female
Apperance: http://www.northarc.com/images/unsorted/306.jpg
Bio: Samantha started off at a very normal lifestyle. She was the sixth born out of her seventeen siblings, and blended in like all the others so well. Stories about creatures of the night were normal rumors, and some villagers of her small town actually swore to have seen them, but it never affected the way the lifestyle for them all went on. One evening, young Samantha was bitten while out gathering kindling from the back of the house, and from then on everything began to change for her. Her family accepted her, although she never fully accepted herself any longer. Time went on, her loved ones passed on very quickly in her eyes, and she was still the same lonesome girl who wanted nothing more but to die--but like many people, she feared that death would be even more painful than living, and so continues to live her sad agonizing life.
Other: Samantha is quite intellectual, but others look down upon her because of her childlike image. She is at least over a hundred years of age, but still remains in the stage of innocence. She speaks very lightly, but when she becomes hungry, she will feed without hesitation, be it from another vampire, or from a human.
Race: Vampire
Type: 2

(Profile pending)

Screen Name: filia slayer
Rp Name: Victoria Amerie Collins (sorry if the name sucks... I had to make it up just now )
Age: 23
Bio: Victoria--the name itself stands for a conqueror and a winner. The name of a champion was bestowed upon her, and with the title, she so carried the persona. she was quite the competitive young woman---had always been so, from the ballet and piano recitals, to the chior and track team. The need to succeed was in her blood. Most of the talents that she had obtained throughout her childhood were irrelevant to her profession now, but she would never mention a word of that to her parents. Afterall, they were the ones who saw her through each and every obstacle, and lived her childhood for her.
She never loved to sing, dance, run, or play an instrument. Her real interest now is to become an culinary chef---of course it was out of the question. She loved to cook, and loved to lie out on her porch swing from time to time, staring endlessly into the horizons, or even catching up on a good novel.
In appearance, the mixed female (father black and mother white) was quite a beauty... well, in the eyes of the beholder, though she has gotten many compliments on her features. Long curling sandy brown hair that drapes over her slender shoulders and fairly high yellow skin, soft pink kissable lips, slanting green eyes...it was apparent that she was neither fully black or white, and even she found it as an insecurity to be asked her race.
Her personality like most people determined on her mood. Often seen one day as a lonesome person longing for another childhood, and the next flirtatious and spunky--as anyone around her age. Deep down she wished to find true love and gain the fairy tale life--to live happily ever after...who knows when that day would ever come though..
RP EXAMPLE: (I am drawing a blank at the moment... what should I write?)

Victoria stood out on the porch, her head tilted just enough so that the brisk morning air could fish out the sleep from her lungs and ready her for another glorious day. The day like always started off wonderfully, as if it were like a paradise of such an ugly world--but there was no paradise... nowhere in this god forsaken universe, and deep down she realized that.

(Is this enough? )

Profile
Username: Filia slayer
Name: Nevaeh Knight
Age: 24
Grade Taught:n/a
Birthdate: 12/15/1980 (wow thats old lol sweatdrop )
Appearance: "5'7, not counting the heels." Famous words quoted from the school nurse, a voice in the background, though heard like the rest, proud and strong. Beauty was a main gift, although she was'nt a deity or a godly figure, but she acquired both brains and beauty all in the same hereditary genes. With the long flowing crimps (slight wavy curls) of dark brown hair that dropped just past her enticingly seductive brown hues, to the thick stature and medium bust size... all was seemingly perfect, but like everyone is sure to be aware of, its not beauty or brains alone that spots you love. She usually wore a nurse outfit: the white nurses' dress, a hot pink stetoscope that clung around her slender throat and down the middle of her chest. (a small amount of cleavage is being shown... she isnt flaunting.) A pen and clip board is usually kept in hand, showing dedication to her job and enthusiasm for what she does as a living. In her pockets rested a stack of sugar free candies, and on the opposite side, a large thermometer.
Short History: well, there is very little to say. Studying parts of the body and ensuring the safety of others had always seemed like a hobby for little Nevaeh, and as time flew, it turned into a passion. The illnesses, the blood, the bandaids, all were symbols of what she loved, and now as she is coming out of her second year of graduate school and looking for a place to spread her wings, she is relying on the studies of the ill and needy children of this high school to help her move further into the doctorate program.
Personality: A lenient person to some, but not too passive, for it allows for some to walk all over her. She has a great sense of humor, but becomes annoyed at some things, such as students who scam their way into her office and waste her time with bothersome excuses. She can be goofy when not on the clock, and has been known to even wander off at the mind, but for some reason that only occurs when the days are rainy and wet. (It just makes her calm and prone to daydreaming)
Other: She suffers from OCD (obssessive compulsive disorder), and loves for her office to be tidy and straightened out (at home she is more of an unorganized person--perhaps it is because of stress?)
Dorm: Not sure
Class Taught: N/a
Club: Hopefully there is a health club that one can look forward to

Name: Victoria Alexia Snootenbaum the 3rd
Age: 18
Student or Teacher: student
Race: Human
Appearance:Stylish and poised, was she. From the delicate way the she carried herself, to the bit of dimunitive beauty, and graceful spirit. Her height was at about 5'6, mocha toned flesh revealed from beneath the lace patterns of her violet dress and choker strapless bustier top. Long bouncing curls of purple pressed to her back, spreading like the wings of an angel or another creature of high stature. One of her glimmering hues covered with an awful patch, leaving the other to fend with sight, but that was her punishment for disobedience.
Bio: Young, wealthy, and stuck up as hell... this is the life and personality of the young Victoria. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth and a life without the attention from her parents, this young snobbish girl looks down at the shallow lives of "commeners and normal individuals", but secretly, she craves to live the normal life... she just hasnt found the right friends yet....

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Name:Lovely Angel
Age:18
Apartment:manager's place
Appearance: Lovely stands at 5'6, a slender girl with bright healthy features. White wings sprouted from her back in a heavenly manner, showing that she was'nt just acting angelic, she practically was. Long pink hair dropped down her back, stopping at her waist line and curved under some. natural glimmering green hues sat, gathering a look of innocence. Soft caramel toned flesh show from the sleeveless jersey dress which stopped at her thighs and tightly clung to her hips and breast. She wasnt the cutest thing in the world, but she was childish nonetheless. A pair of clean white sneakers tie and lasted on her soles, brushing against the ankle socks which also wore with her matching baby blue and white outfit. A blue bandana tied over the top of her hair as well, covering her scalp some, but was just a necessity to her outfit.
Room Number: Dont need one
Miscellaneous: She is giddy, immature, and is always so playful with the guests...although, she can become quite protective over her small boy, Tsucasa. She is single, but isnt really looking...just trying to have fun.(she is half demon and half angel but we wont get into that)
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Name: Tsucasa
Age:2
Apartment:stays with Lovely in the manager quarters
Appearance: A child of small stature, Tsu stands at about 3'1 with spikey brown hair, adorable wide brown eyes, pudgy cheeks, and fairly big ears (he got them from his father lol). He has a small pair of claws and fangs too, and always wears his little jersey shirt with the teddy bear on the front, and his green shorts with sneakers to them.
Room Number: doesnt need it
Miscellaneous: is quite mischevious, but is mainly adorable

Name: Crisis
Race: Fire demoness
Weapon: Carries a large ovular weapon made from ivory. Sharp spikes carry up the ends, protruding out, and on the inside is a slot which is built for only her hand to hold. The weight of the large blade comes to at least about 400 pounds or so, and in all is about the size of a monster truck tire. The item is also attached to a long chain, which helps its return when thrown at a bad angle. The item itself is tossed in a spinning motion, maybe similar to that of a boomerang, and the spikes are usually meant to slice through the victim...that is, if they are unable to get out of the way in time... but the fun doesnt stop there...if the victim is missed the first time, usually, the large jewel engraved weapon will capture the opponent from behind, and slash through from there, soon to return to its owner's hand, ready to be thrown again....though, it is easy to dodge, it is extremely hard to crack or break due to a wonderful job of forging.....she also has her claws, fangs, and a little conjuring of fire energy which can also be used
Age: Looks to be in her early twenties or late teans, but in her real age, she surpasses at least the age of ninety

::Crisis appeared on the rooftop of one of the burning huts, her crimson colored eyes carrying the image of flames burned within them as she smirked with a rather seductive look and leapt off. Her red toga held to her body, pushing up over her breast and tied tightly over one shoulder with a medallion and ring. Her bare feet stood into the fire, not once causing her any pain of slight flinching, due to her element as a fire demoness. a small river of blood ran down her chin, sliding past her glistening wet pink lips as she tossed the body of a young maiden to the ground and turned, leaping from the hut with a low growl, her heavy blade kept underarm and cradled the entire time. Blood red hair flowed to the back of her calve muscles, flowing up with her distant leap and fell back into place as she made it to the ground, turning to spot the others before taking off on her own, wiping the blood from her flesh as she walked.::

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