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Name;; Camrin Vos Mawuli
Age;; About 100
Species;; Ice Demon
Appearance;; (Demon) He has white skin... Perfectly, pearly white. It's complimented with bright two tone hair and purple eyes. Body Type. He stands at an average 6'6. He has two smallish-horns sticking out from both sides of his head that are usually hidden by his hat. He also has a black forked tail.
(Human) His hair is still the same strange colors. He just tells people he dyes it. His eyes are a normal icy blue as well. His complexion is still light, but... Not the extreme of his demon appearance. He wears more normal, but dark clothing in his human appearance. Sadly, he cannot hide his tail... He normally loops it through his belt loops of his pants. His horns are gone though.
Clothing;; He wears normal looking clothing... Pants and long sleeves when he goes out because his skin is so pale and he doesn't want it to burn. He also wears a hat. He tends to wear darker colors, but it's not necessary.
Personality;; He's not scared of much of anything... He's very sure of himself and he's soft spoken despite his loud personality. He's rather cold and he tries to keep to himself most of the time... He isn't shy about anything in his head or in other people's heads... He's not afraid to use the strength he'd worked his body up to because it comes in handy most of the time. He's outspoken when it comes to his thoughts, but it's odd for someone that has a normally light voice.
Background;; His parents were both of the same race and they took care of him rather nicely. They were a family that was born into money on both sides... So, naturally when they died Cam was left with all of that. He has a rather nice home and a lot of money. But then he left that nice home behind and moved to America from Britain because he wanted a change of scenery... Not to mention, he had more than enough money for that. He decided to go back to school because he knew nothing of the Americas, pretty much.

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Name ;; Srashia (Goes by Sasha Morgret in human world.)
Age ;; 114 (Looks around 16-17)
Species ;; Lesser Angel
Appearance ;; She stands at an average height of 5'5", with lightly tanned skin and has very light mahogany colored hair that comes to the middle of her back. She has very soft features and has large icy-grey eyes.
Doesn't cast a very strong presence as her work on Earth does not call for it. Dresses in trendy clothes, doesn't really have her own style.
She also has wings, but she keeps them hidden/invisible. They are not very big as she is only a Lesser Angel, but they are large enough that she can fly and they are pure white.
Personality ;; She is usually very quiet and doesn't tend to speak without being spoken to because of her position in Heaven. Her outward personality can seem cold and collected, but her true self is very quirky and spontaneous. She has learned to hide her true feelings however.
She can also be slow, which gives her lots of grief from other angels.
Background ;; Sasha was able to become blessed and turned into an angel when she died from an accident. She had been very kind and giving to those around her when she was still alive, mostly because she had an innocent mind and was gullible. She never realised when people were taking advantage of her.
When she did become an angel she was honored, but she was not fit to be a warrior of any sort, instead she frequently goes to Earth on investigations of demons and the like. She is constantly looked down on by other angels because of her childlike qualities and her inability to become a strong warrior or anything else they consider needed. However they o recognise her redeeming quality of being an extremely giving and charitable person.
She was sent down to Earth this time to investigate a minor detection of demon powers at a high school, but she and the other angels don't know that there is actually a high amount of demon activity in the school.

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Name;; Aza Rebecca Hopkins
Age;; Unknown
Species;; Vampire
Appearance;; She's rather short, only standing at about 5'1. Her hair is a light blonde with black streaks. Hair Style. Her eyes are bright green. She's pale, but not too pale.
Clothing;; She almost always wears dark things. She tends to wear more girly things though. She wears dresses and tons of accessories. Dress possibility. Dress possibility. Dress possibility. Dress possibility. Outfit possibility. Choker. Boots. Small hairclip.
Personality;; She's rather quiet and spends most of her time writing or drawing. She's drawn back from people most of the time because she mainly doesn't like them. If she's ever spoken to she usually tries to get it over with as quickly as possible... Just because she doesn't feel like keeping up a conversation. She's nervous when she's thrown into situations like that, but she can definitely manage most of the time.
Background;; She's been a vampire for quite some time now and she's not afraid to feed off of humans. She does it often, actually... When she needs to feed. That would explain why she's gone back to high school. She's just trying to get closer to humans so that she can attempt to befriend some of them then betray them by feeding off of them.

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Name ;; Draydon Illuise
Species ;; Incubus Demon
Age ;; 244 (Looks around 18, but can pass as someone in their early twenties.)
Appearance ;; (Human) - Stands at a tall 6'2" and has a very strong but lithe build. Very toned and cut for what most consider the "perfect" body. He has medium to dark brown hair that is cut short and styled into a cut like http://menhair.info/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/9aee523bd1eyHair.jpg.jpg but a bit longer on the sides. He has dark green, almost black eyes and strong facial features.
He dresses in simple clothes, usually consisting of t-shirts, jeans, jackets, sneakers. He doesn't like to overdo it with his clothes.
(Demon) - When changing into his demon form, Draydon gains some muscle mass but not to the extreme. His hair turns black with bits of silver streaked into it and it grows out the back to right below his shoulders. His eyes also turn black and his skin, nails, and teeth take on a greyish tint. His veins stand out in places where the skin is thin, such as his face, neck, abdomen, the insides of his arms, and his hands and feet.
Teeth and nails become sharper as well. While he has a large amount of strength and speed in his human form, he gains a lot more while in his true form.
Personality ;; He is very confident and sure of himself. Will typically speak his mind to men, but holds his tongue to women that he is interested in seducing so that he does not scare his prey away.
Prides himself on his good looks but does not obssess over them since he is naturally attractive to women in order to seduce them. He does change with the times and trends but he still holds onto his own personal flare and style, not willing to change himself drastically for humans.
Because of what he is he tends to have a sexual deviance and is not afraid to be "dirty" or do something society would frown upon.
Background ;; He was born as an Incubus and has always been eager to seduce women and eventually kill them and/or feed off them. Was never ashamed or mad at what he is. He typically does not find human women to his liking beyond fulfilling his craving for his sexual desires, but he did once fall in love with one human woman. Because of her he does now sometimes question if he is truely happy with what he is, but he does not enjoy being moody or angsty so he mostly just ignores those feelings and continues on with what he is doing.
He has come to the high school so that he can prey upon the young girls there. Of course he cannot simply entice and kill any girl at random, so he is having fun first before he starts his attack.

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It wasn't going to be a good day... Cam could tell. He was walking down the street, figuring it was better for him to not drive today... He wanted to get to know the way there on a more personal level. He was tired of people saying something about his accent and the way he talked, so he figured it would be good for him to go to high school... Since, he looked like he could pass for 18 and he put that age on everything...
Shifting his bag higher on his back, he turned a corner and his face was greeted with a huge mass of people in front of the school. His eyes widened and he wasn't sure if this was a good idea anymore. He kept his gaze down and knew he would get used to it after a while. He inhaled deeply and kept walking forward, ignoring the whispers. He knew it was probably either about his height or his hair... Possibly both. He knew that would start to bother him... But not on a sad level... An angry level. He didn't like having to tell people he dyed it, since his hair was just naturally like that. He was glad his eyes weren't purple though... Because then he'd have to lie about those too. His eyes were just the same color blue as his hair.
So, that was a good way to cover it up. He just told people he wanted his hair to match his eyes... And the white was just another addition. He made his way into the school and his eyes were scanning for the office. He found it with ease and stepped through the door, knowing he was being talked about by how the girls were giggling as he walked by. That made him scrunch his nose, but he didn't really care too much. He could feel that he wasn't going to be a well liked person here after a while.
Finally looking up, he was glad to see a rather jolly woman behind the counter of the office. "Good morning," he said to her and watched as her face showed interest in his accent. He shrugged that off and continued. "I'm Cam. Camrin Mawuli? This will be my first day here." She then nodded and bent down to pull his schedule out to give to him. "Your classes should be easy enough to find. Here you go. All of the names are above the doors and there's a map on the back of your schedule incase you get confused." He nodded his head and took it, his eyes intent on the classes as he walked out of the door.

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Srashia looked at herself in the window of a shop she was standing next to, making sure her hair and makeup worked like she had seen in the magazines. It had been so long since she needed to worry about such things and the world had changed so much in the decades that she had been away. Of course she had been down to Earth many times, but it was always on simple observation, never a full blown reconnaissance mission like this.
The blip of demon energy coming from this city was apparently a small enough task that she was trusted with it, but large enough that she couldn't mearly swoop down and take care of it herself.
She sighed as she adjusted a few strands of her long, straight hair.
Then she walked briskly down the street several blocks until she reached the large high school.
She had barely been in high school herself when she died so many years ago, so this assignment made her very nervous. Funny how such a simple thing could do that.
The children around her paid her no mind, which was exactly what she wanted, she was supposed to be under the radar. But maybe I do need to make a good impression and get into the in crowd so I can gather information she pondered.
As she entered the building and headed for the head office she nearly ran into someone. A very tall someone at that. He towered over her and when she looked up she noticed his strange hair but simply figured it was part of children's style in this time period.
"I-I'm sorry, I was a little spaced out," she whispered in her sing-song voice.

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The class listings seemed like they would be easy enough and there were only four for this semester... So apparently this school was on block schedule and he didn't even realize it. Then he noticed that someone ran into him. He had very good balance, so he barely even noticed it until they spoke.
Moving the paper from in front of his face, he looked down at the small female and then he shrugged his shoulders. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't paying attention either, obviously," he said and flapped his schedule he'd just picked up lightly.
Rather curious, his eyes were going over her features. He was confused as to why she felt a little different than the other people. He just played it off as the fact that she was the only one that had spoken to him yet. He then shrugged his shoulders lightly and wasn't sure if he should walk away or not...
"Are you alright though?" he asked, inquiring if she had hurt herself when she ran into him at all. He knew it didn't bother him any... He had barely even noticed it until she said something. She was so tiny and short that it made sense though.

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She was relieved when he didn't yell at her and seem mad. She did tend to annoy everyone else... even though she didn't know why she did.
"Ah, uh, no. I mean, yes, I'm quite alright. I just space out a lot so I run into things a lot and I really can't help myself because-" she stopped short, putting her small hands up the cover her mouth.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on like that... um, excuse me," she blurted in a rush and then quickly darted past him into the office.
"I'm Sra-, I mean Sasha Morgret, I just transfered," she told the smiley woman behind the counter who nodded and handed her a schedule and explained what was on it.
Again, she payed more attention to that then where she was going and ran into the door. Sasha quickly blushed and opened the door before dashing out back into the hall.
STOP. You can't do this Srashia, they sent you here for an important job, time to put on your game face, that's what they call it right? she thought to herself. She then put on a focused face and began looking for her first period class.

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The girl seemed so... On edge to him. He looked at her strangely when she darted by. He then lightly shrugged and pulled his schedule back up to his face.
Anatomy... he thought in his head. His eyes then glanced to the name of the teacher and he sighed. He flipped it over and looked at the map, actually glad to see that it was on the same hallway he was standing on with the office. He turned it the right way to have the office on the same side as he was standing. He was then able to find the classroom with ease...
Eyes darting to the doors, he saw the right one and walked towards it, avoiding the people that were trying to get to their own classes. That was the same thing about coming to school in the first month... Everyone already had their own schedule going and he was just now getting used to everything...
Walking into the room, he looked around. Thankfully the teacher was behind the desk and he carefully walked over to it. "Hello... My name is Cam... Camrin Mawuli... I'm new," he said, his eyes then darting towards the lab tables in the room. "Where... Do I sit?"
The teacher looked up from his paperwork and nodded his head. "Hello, Cam. I can tell you're not from here. I'm Mr. Vindetti. It's a pleasure to have a new student so close to the beginning of the school year. You can sit right there. I'll have to pair you up with someone when we have our first lab," he said and held out his hand, shaking it. He then pointed to a seat and Cam quickly moved over to it. He sunk down in the chair as he saw eyes focused on him. He didn't much like being the new kid.

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Sasha went from class to class, thankfully she never had to introduce herself to the class, but the one before lunch was a different story.
She walked in right as the bell rang and handed her schedule to the teacher, a shrewd looking woman that glared at her, but Sasha kindly thought that she must have merely been having a bad day.
"Miss Morgret is it? Please introduce yourself to your new geography class," she said cooly.
Sasha swallowed hard and then focused herself so that she wouldn't come off as the quirky girl she was.
"Hello, my name is Sasha and I just transfered from out of state and I hope to become friends with all of you," she said in a confident voice.
Everyone in the class seemed inpressed so she guessed she did an ok job.
As she sat down at the desk the teacher pointed her to she was immediately bombarded by the girls sitting next to her, compliments thrown at her from left to right.
"Oh my god I love your hair, it's so long and shiny!" one squealed.
"Ya and your clothes are super hot! They must be from a brand new line!" another shrieked.
Sasha was shocked, she had never been such a hit with anyone in such a short time.
"Thank you very much, you all look wonderful as well," she replied in a cool voice.
The girls then looked at each other and then began again, "Wow, you sound so royal and old-fashioned! I'm jealous!"
The class continued like that, with glares from the teacher, until the bell finally rang letting class out to lunch.

The cafeteria was very large, with swarms of kids rushing to get their meals. Sasha scanned the room, trying to sense any foul presence. She had been so distracted in the morning so she hadn't been doing her job.
She didn't feel anything so she continued along with the group of girls who had claimed her as a friend as they cleared a way to their table.

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The day was such a drag and it was filled with random "How did you get your hair that color?!"s as well as "Jeeze... You are so TALL!". More than the others, he got "Where are you from? Your accent is hot." Those all made him uncomfortable, but he would answer each one to the best of his ability.
The class before lunch wasn't much different from the others. He introduced himself to the teacher and then the teacher introduced him to the class. He went and sat down to the seat that was pointed out for him almost dead in the center of the class.
Once more, girls turned their attention to him and tried to get him to talk more than anything. He didn't really want to, so he was actually glaring forward. He was just so tired of answering these questions. He finally sighed and turned to the most annoying of them.
"Could you PLEASE leave me alone? I did NOT come here to be interviewed by every giggling girl in this school, alright? I came here for an education," he growled out in his normal low voice. He hadn't gotten mad at anyone all day, so this was a surprise to even him.
The boy that was sitting in front of him turned around and nodded. "Good job, man. My name is Marco. I was tired of hearing them to," he said and held out his hand for a quick handshake. Cam nodded his head and shook the man's hand. All of the girls turned their attention to the teacher again, not planning on messing with him again...

The lunchroom was rather overwhelming... He was glad he got there early and he was able to get his tray fast. He followed Marco to the table he would be sitting at and he was glad to have made at least one friend... Marco was a strange one though. He was dressed in darker clothes just like Cam was, so he figured it fit for him to be with this guy...


Walking into the office, Aza flattened the front of her dress over her stomach. She then looked up at the woman behind the desk and she realized how high the counter was. She actually had to stand on her tip toes to see the floor on the other side. She then shook her head and looked up at the woman again, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. She glanced into the window beside of the counter to make sure her eyeliner and everything was fine.
"Hello. I'm Aza Hopkins. I'm so sorry that I'm late... I didn't mean to be, it was just hard to get everything situated today," she said and then bit her lip. "I'm one of the new students though. I understand there were more than just me coming into the school today."
Then she was handed her schedule and the cheerful lady pointed her towards the lunch room. She explained that she was only going to be here for one more class and lunch. Aza nodded her head and then walked out of the office, looking down at her boots for a moment.
Sighing, she walked down the hallway and looked down at her schedule. She had a notebook and a sketchpad clasped firmly under her arm and there was a pen pushed into the sketchpad. She walked into the lunchroom and kept her gaze down.
Obviously, she was insanely shy. She didn't like that she was, but it was so weird to be around so many humans... She walked over to a table that didn't have anyone sitting at it and she sat down, crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt down over the front of them. She opened her sketchpad and quickly went to work on her latest sketch, hoping that no one would bother her.

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Shoving his way out of the locker room, Draydon was in a pretty good mood. It wasn't that he had done an exceptional job, as always, during football practice, but instead it was because he heard there were three new students coming in today.
He was hoping they'd be more interesting than these fools he had to spend time with everyday, and he especially hoped that the two new girls were worth his time. He licked his lips as he thought about it, it had been way too long since there had been a woman impressive enough to satisfy him. At this school he had been moving his way up the social status, and it was incredibly easy with his looks, charisma, and athletics.
All of the girls, or at least most of them, lusted after him, and while there were maybe a few that peeked his interest, none of them really seemed worth the effort.
This month had been frustrating, but once he heard about the new students his hopes went up. Being a demon was harder these days, you couldn't just sweep into a town and seduce a woman into a dark alley anymore. Well, you could, but there was much more risk involved, and while humans didn't have much chance at destroying him, they could cause serious annoyances to him.
Anyways, he did quite enjoy the games and trickery involved in this modern era.

Draydon made his way into the cafeteria, where the usual throng of girls immediately came after him like rabid dogs. He just flashed them his cocky grin, quickly made his way through the line, and then sat down at his usual table. He searched around for the three new students.
The boy caught his attention first, as he had crazy, two toned hair and a sullen expression on his face. He felt something strange about him, but immediately searched the room for the two girls.
The first he came across was a soft, dainty girl with long brown hair, and while she was pretty enough, he didn't think she was his type. Yes, even Incubi have types.
Then he caught sight of the other new student, a very tiny girl off on her own. She seemed pretty shy, but she also held a certain... air about her that made Draydon's mouth water. It was definitely worth the boring month wait to run into such a trohpy.

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Eyes were on her and she could feel them. It made her want to sink into herself and just go back home. She knew coming here was a bad idea, but coming here late was even worse. She sighed softly and glanced up, noting more than a dozen eyes on her. She saw some strange boy with bright hair, but that didn't really hold her attention either.
Biting her lip, she looked back down at her notebook and shifted in her chair uncomfortably. She sighed softly and allowed her shaky hand to move across the paper to sketch out the nature scene she was working on. All she ever did was sketch... She didn't color anything, but she did broaden her horizons and use charcoal pencils though. Not often though because they were so very messy... Especially on her pale skin.
Looking at her shoulder, the slightly puffy sleeves of her dress were starting to annoy her. She pulled one of them down and it was a little more pleasing to her OCD eyes, but not much. She knew wearing this one was really going to mess with her head. She shrugged it off and then moved her bangs to the side again. She didn't want them in her eyes as she was drawing... But looking down was kind of going to always put them in her face.
Glancing up again, she didn't turn her face upright this time. She just wanted to scan the crowd. There weren't too many people looking at her anymore, but there was one that caught her eyes. It was a male and it seemed like he was rather popular.. He was staring right at her and it made her feel very... Very uncomfortable. She could tell he was in some sort of sport or something because of his build and that made him feel rather insignificant since she was so short and tiny. She looked back down at her sketchbook quickly and went back to work.

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Draydon noticed the tiny girl look up at him but she looked back down at whatever she was doing quickly. That made him grin widely as her shyness was quite adorable.
"Draaaaaaaydoooonnnnn," an annoying female voice dronaed at him.
He glared at whoever it was, catching her by surprise, but quickly got rid of any annoyance in his gaze. He smiled fakely for her, thinking her name was Alison or something, and said, "Oh hey, what's up?"
The girl immediately forgot his glare and began to ramble on in a very perky mood. Draydon just nodded and smiled at what she said, but he wasn't really listening. Instead he was thinking about how that girls' pleasure and then pain would make him feel. It had definitely been way too long as his memories of past experiences almost made him drool.
He shook his head quickly, ate his lunch, and continued to pretend to listen to the ones around him. He was glad when the bell finally rang for the end of the lunch period.

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The bell actually made her jump and she knocked her sketchbook off on the floor. She shook her head and leaned down, grabbing it. Aza cursed herself in her head a few times and then she sighed. She set it back down on the table and firmly put her pen inside of the spirals on the side. She stood and pushed her chair under the table, smoothing her dress down in the back before looking down to make sure she didn't have too many wrinkles in her dress.
That was something she always worried about. She hated it when her clothes were wrinkly. That was probably why she always wore a dress. Those were easier to keep wrinkles out of... Or they were just meant to be wrinkly at the bottom. Almost all of the dresses she had fluffed out at the bottom. The one she was wearing today was black and had a strip of white going down the front with a black belt tied around her middle. A large bow was made at the back right before the dress started to poof out. It went down to her knees and stopped, where her boots began soon after.
Putting her notebook and sketchpad under her arm, she slowly and cautiously began to move towards her class. Her gaze was kept at the floor and she was careful to not run into anyone else.
Remembering what he schedule said, the last class on her schedule was art. That was definitely going to be good for her since she enjoyed to draw so much. She remembered where the art room was and took the less populated route to get there.
Shyly, she introduced herself to the teacher and was pointed to one of the many tables to sit at. She placed her things on top of the table and silently hoped that she wasn't going to have to sit next to anyone obnoxious...