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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 1:36 pm
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He didn't hear her as he already left for the mall. He got into his black 2009 mustang and sped off. He entered the mall's parking lot and started looking around in the shops. He stopped at a shop that selled girl's clothes. A gothic store that selled goth girl's fashion. 'Hm, maybe Lana could use some clothes seeing as she is staying with me now...', he thought as he stepped into the store. He looked around and picked out some corsets, shirts, skirts, pantyhose, boots, necklaces, bracelets, etc. He picked out all the things that she might like. A woman that worked at the store came over to him. "Hello there, sir. Do you need any help? A basket, perhaps?" She asked him kindly as she noticed that he was carrying all the clothes with just his two hands and the pile was pretty high. "Uh, no. I'm alright. Thank you for your concern. But I would like to check out now." Jasper replied in a kind voice as well. The woman smiled and nodded her head as she led him to the register. After he got all that done and paid for and got the clothes he bought for himself, he returned to the cafe' in about an hour, with 3 big bags in each hand. "Hey, girl!" Jasper called out. "Come over here, I've got something for you!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 1:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 1:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:26 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:26 am
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Character Name: Xeko Full Name: Xeko Coldrain Nick Names: Zeek Gender: Female Age: 20/15 Marital Status/Spouse: Single/None Sexuality: Bisexual
Hair: White Eyes: Yellow Origin: Underground city of Hermai Language: English (for my own sake) Blood Type: Undefined Height: 5'9" Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: 150lbs/Very slim, corded and bony/Huge feet
Race/Species: Zeek was once a night elf Hobbies: Reading, drawing, hunting for sport Likes: Quiet time, being alone, Auriel (another OC) Dislikes: Crowds, loud noises, violence Fears: Older vampires, mostly Parents/Siblings: Nameless sire, no known siblings
Bad habits: Bites her fingernails, slouches Normal talents: Scholarly habits like reading and going to classes, drawing, speaks very well. Supernatural Powers and Abilities: Super fast, super strong, heightened senses, heat vision, and her night vision from her elf days. Temperament: Pretty chill, but is kind of bitchy. Mostly backs down from a fight, though she gets violent if she has to. Background(Story): She was a night elf living with her clan in the underground city of Hermai. She went on a camping trip into a surface forest with a few friends looking for bug species. While they were trekking through the forest, Zeek got separated from her group and was attacked while trying to find them. She woke alone, undead and thirsty. She's never met her sire, though a few older vampires like to keep tabs on her, and hold their knowledge over her head.
Picture
"There was a light snort from out in the cafe, where a girl with medium length hair sat in one of the booths, flicking her pointed ears over a laptop's screen."
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 6:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:48 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:39 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 7:18 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:56 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:06 am
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"Laptop forgotten, the elf woman fell upon the coffee, lightening it with cream and stirring in sugar with a thrilled expression. "Thank you, no. This is all I need."
Pulling her tall hat off, she lowered it to the table beside her computer. She turned to look once at the only other customer in the cafe, with a mildly interested smile, before returning her attention to her coffee, drinking deeply despite the heat of the freshly made beverage.
She tucked a few rogue strands of her shiny white hair behind her long, tapered ear, scratching mildly at her tattoo before she continued to tap the the keys, her fingernails clicking lightly against the textured black plastic.
She looked up again, waiting to see if the boy would return with his cards, or if her hypochondria had frightened him off."
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