Here's my bio

Alice [Ali] Scott
Age; 25
Race; Witch
Description/Pictures; [will edit in]
Personality; Alice likes showing off, but doesn't like sharing things, whether it be physical things, or just details about herself. She'll get defensive if someone pushes too far. She's happy to talk, and find out things about others, but a lot of things that she says about herself or her experiences will be a lie.[most likely will change as I RP her a bit]
History; She was born into a family of witches, stayed until she was 17 when she decided she had learnt enough to make her own way, so she left. She loves to travel and has been moving from place to place most of her life.
Notes; Ali tends to need spells to do magic, she can't just flick her wrist and do what she wants. She can do some minor tricks and illusions without saying a word though and she likes showing them off.

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Even In Darkness [Updating]

(Awesome job on the bio, Ennostiel. I'll have up the first post soon.)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

It was two weeks before Lucida's junior year of college. Her summer hadn't been overly exciting so much as productive. She worked two jobs, one at a movie theatre, the other a Starbucks - she actually transferred her employment to Byrlington and its one Starbucks, conveniently located just down the road.

The point was, now that she saved all this money she didn't have to worry about rent at all, paid in full - her part at least - for the year. It was definitely a load off her back, not that the rent was too terribly expensive considering the house was supposedly haunted. Not even supposedly, it was. She had Felix check it out before going in on it with the other people - after all if Felix was stubbornly following her back to college...again, then he would have to be useful. However, if anything, Lucida could deal with ghosts and just about anything else the otherside threw at her. Well, she did have trouble with vampires, but that was besides the point all she needed was a cross necklace and she'd be good.

So, there she was, standing in front of the relatively large and almost rundown house, looking up the front path. As far as she knew, she was the only one of the group who knew for certain that the old Cromwell place gossip actually held water.

With a sigh the girl pulled her trunk after her. Thank God she had her dad help her move all the big stuff in earlier, so her room was pretty much set up, all it needed was some nick knacks of her own, clothes and a well meaning ghost to make it home. She would even settle for something without the ghost.

The door opened with a despairing groan and the red head winced.

"Lucy! Thought you'd never make it back. I've checked this place up and down, and so far there's not been a peep, but I know there's somethin' about," said a voice from the staircase. Lucida sighed at the nick name and looked up at Felix, although to anyone else it would have been her staring at air.

The gangster stood at the top of the stairs, fedora in hand, a bright smile on his face and he went to go greet her. His shoes made audible clacks on the stairs. He was relatively good looking, the only thing that marred his features was a few holes in his coat. These had been bullet holes and when she first met the ghost they would constantly issue blood, now it only happened every now and again. Felix was getting more powerful, able to change face now.

"Hi, Felix," Lucida grumbled, dragging her bag up the steps, loudly while the ghost followed behind at a jaunty pace. "Could you float or something? You're noisier than Mrs. Fennel's dog."

The ghost shrugged. "No can do, honey. Haven't done figured that trick out yet," he said, his thick Chicago accent coming through as he spoke.

"Well, keep it down. What if someone hears you?"

"It's a haunted house remember, Lucy? Geez, that's the only reason I can let my girl live in this Hell hole. I can make as much noise as I want now and blame it on the other guys."

"Always a charmer," she said while letting out a long sigh looking happily at the door leading to her room. She stepped over the threshold and threw her bag onto the bed, not even bothering to shut the door as she wanted to hear when anyone else came in.

"Aww, shucks babe. You're making me blush," Felix said with another grin.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

The big red truck rattled up to the house, stopping in the driveway. The extended bed was full of furtinure. A small desk, a bookshelf, a matress, a dresser, and a computer chair. There was also an esel and several canvases, some blank, others not. Inside the truck was a bag of bedding and towels, a suitecase of cloths, a bag of books, a bag of art supplies, a roll of posters, and a college girl.

Agatha pulled the key from her ignition, and hopped out of the truck, carmel latte from the Starbucks down the road in hand. She was glad of the Starbucks because she was addicted to their carmel latte with a pinch of cream and tons of wip topping. The hands that held the cup had many rings on their fingers, and the nails painted black. The wrists were covered in braceletts, and she wore a black hoddy with a rose bush tangled around two swords crossing each other on the back. Studded belt, blue jeans, and converse covered the rest of her.
Your typical strange artist punk.

Agatha decided to check out the house before unpacking. It was supposed to be haunted, which was why she got it so cheap, living off of the art she sold and the local Hot Topic she worked at. But being haunted didn't bother her. Her old house had been full of a few poltregeists and disembodied voices anyway.

Walking into the unlocked front door, she looked around the front hall. The place was a little dusty, but it didn't feel haunted. At least not now.
"Hello?" she called, pretty sure that someone was here because of the car parked out front. "Anyone here? That would include ghosts and goblins," the last statement was followed by a sarcastic chuckle.

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Sandy looked up at the grim building. It had an air of foreboding melancholy swirling around it. Squaring her shoulders, she continued forward through the dark front doors. She didn’t mind a haunted house; heck, she’d grown up in one. The pale girl smiled softly at the memory. Henry, the ghost of a confederate soldier, and Margaret, his fiancée, had been wonderful friends. As a little girl, there was not a scrape that they couldn’t get her out of, or talk to her about. When she had left for college, they had been sad, but given her the bracelet that she was wearing on her right wrist.

Speaking of the bracelet, she looked down as it clinked softly for no apparent reason. The grey metal circle was shaped like a curled up, sleeping cat, usually. Now the emerald eyes had opened, and a silvery mist rose from it. A whispery voice reached her ears, “This place is full of spirits, mistress.”

“I know, I just hope they’re friendly. Lets go in.” Sandy headed inside the building, followed by her ghost cat, only to bump right into Agatha.

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The Seemingly Nice But Actually Really Nasty Nazgul
School ate my life. *sigh*

"People are here Lucy, go say hi to your friends," Felix said.

Lucida turned around from her task of putting up her clothes into her dresser drawers and glared at the poltergeist lounging on her unmade bed. A dim light that filtered through a dusty window pane was all she had to see by right now - she had to put a reminder on the fridge to pick up some proper light bulbs as her room was not equipped with any for some reason.

The door below shut with enough force to rouse her from any thoughts, as did Felix's words.

"Scat, Felix," she said like she was shooing a cat away or something.

"Fine." The poltergeist submitted to his girl's wants and faded from view and Lucida felt when he switched back to the Otherside for a time.

Lucida hurried downstairs, almost tripping on the last stair - luckily the handrail caught her fall and was not as rickety as it appeared. Small miracles were wonderful. The curly headed girl looked at the other two with a bright, if somewhat uncertain, smile.

"Hey guys!" She said with a wave. "How was summer?"


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Felix made his mind let go of the world of the living and focused on the central hub of the Otherside. It was a small, but dizzying pull and then he found himself standing in the middle of what looked to be a mall, and for all intensive purposes - it was. The middle area was a place of peace, no one attacked each other there no matter what grudge there races held against one another, although there were very few race grudges on the otherside now.

The center was huge and oblong with various doors and corridors off to the side. Some of these led to a larger part of the Otherside where certain races lived, the most notable being a large vampire city where by some magic it was always night. The smaller doors were generally for ghosts and lead to the respective haunted houses - like the one Felix just exited. The tall, thin and plain victorian door was not the easiest thing to spot in the midst of a wall of various other doors, but it bore a special number of 246 that made it distinguishable to him.

Felix considered taking a trip to New York and visiting some old pals that hung around an abandoned speak easy, but he wasn't in the mood for real socializing. He did, however, want coffee. With that in his mind he changed course towards the coffee shop run by nymphs. He bypassed a few goblin merchants, flirting teenage ghosts and mummy before he reached his goal. And look at his luck...there was a line.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

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Agatha was looking around the hall when a girl with a smoking bracelett skipped through the door and bumped into her, causing Agatha to take a few steps back. Just then another girl hopped down the stairs, almost falling on the last step. Out of reflex Agatha went to prevent her from falling further, but Lucida caught herself.

"You alright?" she asked. But apparently she was since she gave them a smile and asked how the summer had been.

"Nothing too exciting happened, I asure you," Agatha murmered, suddenly becoming shy as a chill ran up her spine. If the place didn't feel haunted before, when she was alone, it certaintly did now with these two other girls. Like ghosts were attracted to them. But Agatha shrugged off the thought and feeling.

"So what rooms and taken, and what rooms are free?" Agatha started to ask when a disembodied voice came from the kitchen, and then was suddenly in the hall with them. And there, floating above the three, was a ghost. Although to Agatha it was just a glimmer of silver whisping about in the air.

"Ghost, vampires, and the occassional fairy?" Agatha asked, and glanced around the room. It sounded like a joke, and she was looking for projectors causing the shimmer, and speakers causing the voice. But she found none amung the chipped paint, and faded floral wallpaper.

Agatha looked back at the glimmer, and realizing it wasn't a joke or trick, her carmel latte fell to the floor, spilling hot liquid onto her jeans, and burning her legs. She jumped back with a yelp and rubbed her now sore shins, keeping her eyes on the ghost.

"Great, just great. So the place is haunted," she mumbled, and said a few more unaudible, inappropriate things as she waited for the burning to stop...

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Xavior Endymion did not care much for his own kind. For the most part the others seemed so drull and broring, prefering to sleep or play a game a chess, only feeding when they were hungry. At least, that was what most of the vampires in the city in the Otherworld were like.

So this particular vampire spent most his time in the real world, hunting innocent humans for sport. And not hunting like a wolf after a hare. He was more like a wolf in sheeps clothing, getting close, looking innocent, before going in for the kill. And the longer the hunt, the more fun it was.

This vampire, for the past three months, had made Cromwell house his not-so-permanent residence over the summer while it was empty besides the occasional ghost. But he left those alone, so in turn they left him alone, letting him stay in the dank, dark basment during the day while he was go out at night and have fun. Though he didn't expect to have any company any time soon. At least not until footsteps thumped over his head through the basement ceiling, waking him from a deep slumber.

Voices wafted through the vents, and with his heightened vampire hearing, he could make out what they said. And he became instantly annoyed. This quiet house was no longer quiet. It was full of annoying, talkative, squeely, delicious teenage girls.

Curiosity not half replaced the irritation of being disturbed. Xavior soundlessly prowled up the stairs to the kitchen. He possitioned himself in the kitchen-dinning room doorway. The dinning room seperated the kitchen and hall, and one couldn't see the kitchen doorway from the hall. But there was a mirror in the dinning room that allowed one standing in the hall to see the kitchen doorway -or vice versa- through it's reflection. This was the perfect spot for the vampire. For he could look in the mirror, which was at just the right angle, and see all those in the hall. But they could not see him for he had no reflection.

A smirk covered the smooth and pale face as he watched a girl drop her hot coffee at the site of one of the ghosts that lived in the Cromwell House, and burned her legs. Something told him that these group of young women would be cause for much fun for him.

He wasn't much good at chess anyway...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08