LadyHarpy and SenselessPi

[LadyHarpy]

Here's a little info on my character.
Name: Amy
Age: early 100's looks 17
Appearance: dresses in fishnets, short dress, and leather boots and carries a red leather jacket where ever she goes. Hair is extremely short with the top spiked up and one long strip of bangs to the side, died pale blond but is naturally dishwater blond. eye's are big and green.
Personality: After she realized she wasn't going to die anytime soon she went a little crazy and became a club junkie. has done her share of drugs, but is mostly sober. She doesn't suffer from being in the sunlight but it does make her a lot weaker then she would like to be, so she usually has an umbrella with her in day time.

Amy looked around the crowded club and couldn't help but feel bored. Even with the music blast and dance floor overflowing with rocking bodies Amy could be anything but interested. She got up from her seat, her drink in hand and walked out of the club. She strolled down the street looking for a new place to chill until the sun was up when she heard some sounds coming from down a random alley way.

[SenselessPi]

And here's mine. It's a bit long because...I like detailed profile lists.
The post will be coming after this one.

Name: Imoyn Despana
Age: 153
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2"
Appearance: Imoyn is radically different than "surface dwellers" in the looks department. With her snow white hair and dark gray, almost black skin, and pointed ears, she's easily recognizable as an elf of some sort. Most don't know what kind of elf she is, but those that do know her kind are not to be liked. Her face has been described as "pleasant" and if it weren't for her skin color, she could easily pass as one of the graceful surface elves. Her body is fairly curvy, and her face is notable for its high cheekbones and wide forehead. She likes to wear clothes from the surface, or clothes with spider motifs. She doesn't care what she wears or how she looks in it, and wears them simply for the sake that they feel comfortable.
Personality: Imoyn is incredibly lazy and doesn't like dealing with others very much. Since she doesn't follow any drow god, she's fairly tolerant of other non-drow races, but she does avoid them as best she can. If she meets a new person, she will be rather aloof and polite. Males are especially prone to her curt and standoffish side.
Abilities: Like the rest of the drow, Imoyn can see in the dark far better than any other living animal. Unfortunately, that leaves her next to blind in the sunlight. Unlike most of her kind, she cannot cast magic thanks to having no schooling on it at all as a child. The only "magic" she can use is faerie fire, which is not really fire at all, but rather just small lights of various colors.

[SenselessPi]

Imoyn was completely lost. She had no idea where she was supposed to be, and grimaced at how bright everything was. That was one of the things she hated about visiting the surface: it was always bright, even at night.

The drow made her way through alleys and backstreets, hoping not to run into very many humans that lived there. Since the city was unfamiliar to her, she doubted anyone would know her. She also doubted they wouldn't turn her into a sideshow attraction.

"Where am I? I knew I shouldn't have taken that tunnel..."

[LadyHarpy]

"Hello," Amy called down the alley "Any one there?"

She took a couple of steps into the alley, the ice in her drink clinking together with each step. She looked around when her eyes caught the shape of a person, but with pointy ears.

"Hey, you there. what are you doing here at this time of night?"

This was the king of place where innocent people had bad things done to them. Amy, being on the kinder side of her kind only drank the blood of sleeping people so they wouldn't feel any pain. However, she had been ignoring her need for a little to long so the smell of pumping blood was growing more tempting with each sniff.

[SenselessPi]

Immediately she stiffened upon hearing a voice. She noticed it was female, and had to breathe a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was to meet a male in the middle of the night. She didn't like talking to them much, even during the waking hours.
Though she did wonder how said female could see her in the alley. She chalked it up to some humans having better vision at night. She just hoped that person couldn't see her skin. That was sure to send them running.

'On second thought, I'd like for her to run if she saw me...hmmm.' She turned to the female and smiled.

"What city is this, pray tell? It appears I've lost my way."

[LadyHarpy]

Amy got a better look at the person and the voice gave away that it was a woman. The way the shadows in the alleyway hit her skin made it difficult to tell what color it was but Amy could tell that her hair was bright white. She took a few steps closer as she finished the rest of her drink off.

"You're in Ricksonburg. The greatest clubbing city in all the world. I wouldn't recommend being alone in this part of town at night, some nasty things wander around these parts."

Amy tossed the glass to the ground and it shattered. She pulled the collar of her jacket up and stuffed her hands in her pockets. She bit her lip trying to fight back the urge to bite the person in front of her.

[SenselessPi]

"Nasty things..." she repeated the words. That made her laugh on the inside. Even in the dark, she smirked. In the underdark, she'd seen much scarier things than most humans could imagine in their nightmares.

"I'm not afraid of people. There are more terrible things that lurk in the dark than people."

[LadyHarpy]

"That is true," Amy said, her thirst taking over slightly " Like ghosts...or vampires."

She took a few more steps closer. A small bite wouldn't hurt, she thought, it would quicker than a bee sting. She looked behind her to the opening of the alley. Only a few car were driving by but other than that it was completely clear. Amy turned back to the woman.

"In truth, there is only one nasty thing that lurks around here these days..."

[SenselessPi]

"Ghosts and vampires hm? Interesting thought there." she chuckled. Her ears pricked as she heard the footsteps, and turned toward the other female. One white eyebrow lifted as she saw her "companion" looking around nervously. Imoyn had seen a couple human men do that before when they thought she was just another hapless female to be raped. Surely this woman didn't mean to attack her? Her body motion was hinting at it, she noticed.

'She can't be serious...Oh well, at least I can see her better than she can see me. Any fight would be over quickly...though I don't see any weapons on her.' She was a bit confused by that, but stayed on her guard.

"Well anyway, it was nice chatting with you, young lady."

[LadyHarpy]

Amy smiled on the out side but inside she knew she was losing her chance. She needed to act quickly before her meal got away. She could feel that she was being discovered as they spoke and took the moment to close the gap and place a hand on the womans sholder with lightning speed.

" Nothing personal dear, but a girls got to eat." And with that said Amy let lose her fangs and lunged her mouth at the strangers neck."

[SenselessPi]

'I knew it...why am I always right? Figures I'd find one of those confounded vampires while I'm up here.' she frowned as she saw her advance. Her hand closed around a thin stiletto dagger she kept strapped to her thigh and brought it out. She caught the flash of fangs and ducked under her. She didn't have time to properly aim the stiletto, but it would've grazed something on her attacker if she'd aimed even a tiny bit.

Once she was out of the way, she smirked again.

"Girly, do you know what you're trying to snack on? I can see you perfectly in this darkness."

[LadyHarpy]

Amy was taken by surprise by the dagger as it grazed her upper thigh. She took a nasty spill onto the ground before turning to face the woman. She could not see the woman better now that she was in better light. Amy glared at the woman before getting back to her feet.

" Whatever lady, you are not worth the trouble. I'm going to go find a drunk, they are so much easier to deal with..."

[SenselessPi]

"Yes, you do that dearie." she smirked. She still kept the stiletto out, as time in the underdark told her to never sheath a weapon even if it seemed safe. While she did doubt the surface's amount of dangerous things, it still helped to keep her old ways.

Imoyn also couldn't believe she'd actually run into one of the "night creatures" the surface considered deadly. Well, deadlier than most of the other night predators anyway.

'I suppose it's just not as frightening to a drow, of all things...' she thought, her eyes still locked on the female.

[LadyHarpy]

Amy looked the woman up and down, she could tell that this person had skill. She glanced at the knife for a moment, it had some of her blood on it. Amy looked down at the cut and ran a finger across it, collecting the blood, before licking it off and looking back down at it. The cut had already started to close and heal. She looked back to the woman again. She was rather pretty, definitely would attract some yummy meals for sure. The skin and hair thing could easily be called a genetics condition. Amy's hunger was no more satisfied than before so she was kind of testy but she still managed to be polite to possible dinner bait.

"Look, I know this sounds weird coming from someone who just tried to drink your blood, but you want to join me in clubbing? From what I can tell you don't seem to have much else to do and I'm really bored. Besides, we both know there is no real point in me trying to attack you again since you have obviously just kicked my ass, so what have you got to lose?"

[SenselessPi]

"Clubbing?" she blinked twice in a bit of confusion. Being a subject of the underdark, she hadn't the slightest idea of how the modern young had fun on the surface. She just figured they played with those electronic things she'd seen a few times.

"If it has anything to do with smacking someone with a metal or wooden bat, then I suppose it can't be too bad." She sheathed the dagger, though she kept her hand near it just in case.

Forgiving one's enemies was all but unheard of for the dark elves. Usually when one attacked another, only one survived. Whether that one was the attacker or the victim depended solely on physical prowess and reaction time. Still, a vampire was more...tame than her more common foes.

"Very well, vampire. I trust you'll know of a place where I can rest for the day? The sunlight is...not kind to my eyes."