Young Writers Society

We're starting?! Whooo! ^0^

Hi I finally was able to get onto the Mac, I'm sorry I'm so late! This is going to be brief.
Name: Asher Howie

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Demon

Appearance: He is around 6ft tall with quite a slender build, he has straight black hair which he lets hang over his dark red eyes. Also he has slightly longer sharper canines than what would be considered normal. In his demon form, he has almost shark like teeth, his eyes widen, he gets claws on his hands and feet and his skin turns red and it is scalding to touch, even for other demons.

Personality: Asher is a sadist and constantly pulls pranks on others indiscriminately, sadist, he sees no point in the racial divide and believes that all races are the same: a bunch of idiots. His only friend is Isaac (Moos character) as they grew up together before coming to the house. He also can be a charmer when he wants to be and gets himself and Isaac out of trouble all the time because of this.

History: Like I said Asher and Isaac grew up together and are partners in crime. Apart from that Asher's family was attacked by vampires and many of them was killed, he keeps this from everyone because he couldn't care less if they were dead or not.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes: Chocolate and food in general he can never stop eating, to pull pranks, and if he's not pulling them he's plotting them. Generally annoying people. Dislikes: A lot of things like teachers, people talking to him, humans.

Bad habits: Asher eats all the time and ignores people unless they are telling him the latest gossip which he can then use against someone.

Strengths/weaknesses: Strengths: He is a bit faster than the typical demon, he can tell if someone is lying even if they are the most accomplished of liars. He has a way with talking to people, so much so he could sell snow to the penguins (pardon metaphor). Weaknesses: Asher only has average physical strength for a demon and relies on speed. He often goes beyond too far with his pranks and jokes, often making the victim hate him for months afterwards. He trusts no one except Isaac and himself.

Other: Up for love

Name: Scarlett Jones

Age: 16

Gender:Female

Species: Vampire

Appearance: She has light brown/golden hair, with big locks at the ends. Her eyes are a mist of blue and green, but are mostly blue. She is normal built, about 6" foot tall, and has a nice silhouette.



Personality: She's brave and a fighter. She won't let you have your way if she doesn't feel like it. Although she's what one may call one of the dark creatures, she doesn't seek to do much evil when the world. She drinks blood when needed to and when given on free will (of course, if she's very thirsty she'll hunt). She would prefer not to be called a monster. She is fun to be around, easy going but mysterious. She quick and won't have a problem doing what was needed to be done and rarely shows mercy. It all comes to what she's feeling and how she wants it. She's somewhat emotional and controlled by what her head says. She also jumps in scene, and only thinks about the consequences later on. She is very charming, when intend to and that usually gets her out of difficult situations. She can be anything if she's up to it.

History: She lived with her parents, a family of vampires already. She's what you could call a pure blood, since her parents where both vampires and their grandparents, and their grand grandparents. She has an older brother (older by four years) named Stephan. She lived well until her parents decided to shove her into this 'school', something she wasn't and still isn't much thrilled about.

Likes: General food, to play the piano, rainy days, music, to be fighting smartly or just stupidly with someone, and the colour black.

Dislikes: sunny days, heights, spiders, too bright colours, electronic/dance music, vegetables, to be closed on the same space for too long.

Bad habits: Biting her nails when she's nervous.

Strengths/weaknesses:She's strong headed, determinate, physically capable to kick someone's ass, smart, and very sneaky. On the other hand, she cannot trust someone too easily, and is somewhat bossy. She also says things she doesn't mean when mad at people she cares about, and she won't admit she's wrong.

Other: Up for love.

Name: Teriaq Svanssen

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Species: Werewolf

Appearance: As a human, her face is chubby, sweet, the nose a little bit small, lips full, and gray-brown eyes that are beginning to develop cataracts; her black hair is in bangs, and she tends to wear a red hoodie jacket, along with jeans. However, this is a conventional disguise for her to wreak havoc.
As a wolf, she is smaller than most, dark gray with white at the tips of the muzzle and ears. A bit like http://merwolf.net/images/Black%20Wolf.jpg but with gray-brown eyes and cataracts.

Personality: She pretends to be innocent, sweet, but she would probably do anything. She once took up smoking just to annoy the teachers, but gave that up; she once tried to brain a vampire for making a reference to 'taking the cake'; and she will personally beat to death anyone who calls her 'Teriaq', as she hates her Eskimo heritage.
Really, she's just worried that they will all dig deep enough and find the soft girl trying to be hard. Unfortunately, she 'acts' way too hard.

History: Teriaq was the daughter of a Danish businessman, and his young, Inuit wife, both of whom, by coincidence, were werewolves. But all the good times did not last, as her parents died in Africa, due to a mishap with the safari truck. As she was left behind so often on these little jaunts around the world, she didn't really register shock when she was told so at age 8.
And so she ran from the foster home she was put in to the House of Night, mentioned so often by her parents as 'a bunch of races running around, bound to get into scraps'. Perfect.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes; cake, biscuits, the look on people's faces, revenge, and generally being a bit of a brat. Dislikes; anything to do with her heritage, her name, people feeling sorry for her.

Bad habits: nibbling at strands of hair, biting her nails, ignoring those who tell her to stop, bumping into doors (this has become more and more common; the world's just a fuzzy bunch of lights)

Strengths/weaknesses: She's strong in that, though she's small, she has no limits, and just is fierce. However, the cataracts make it hard for her to see which one is a friend and which one is a foe.

Other: Up for love (hard to get)

*Waits for this thing to start*

Can I post vampire, please??? Male or female???

*Puppy dog eyes*

So, who's starting??? =I

I don't even know if we're allowed to start... if we are I WANNA GO FIRST

Go, go, go! Do it! =D

I'm going to post a vampire **Hope 'tis okay**

Name: Matthew Abbot

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Species: Vampire

Appearance: A really big nerd, he was turned three years ago - and was a real nerd then too. Wears coloured contacts too hide the red in his eyes (mostly his contacts are purple, but after reading twilight he has a few yellow pairs too). He wears very unusual clothing, mostly pinks and purples - V-neck shirts and skinny jeans. He has light brown hair, and light skin - which makes his irritation to the sun a lot worse. He is also quite "buff"/"ripped"/muscular. Has a really long "emo" fringe.

Personality: Very intelligent, and doesn't really know how to have a conversation without using a 'big' word. Quite dark, but not evil. Due to his irritation to the sun, he spends most of daytime hours asleep.

History: He was turned three years ago, and is rather new to the whole 'supernatural' business. The people who turned him saw him as useless and shipped him off to this school. He has natural vampire agility and strength, but hasn't fully learned how to control it.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes: To be alone, to have his own space. Dislikes: teachers who aren't as smart as him.

Bad habits: Plays with his massively long fringe. Always runs his fingers through his hair - which he has an obsession with.

Strengths/weaknesses: Strengths: making people forget what they where talking about by distracting them with really long words and boring theories. Weaknesses: Fights - he's only been in 2 and has lost both, an earned some pretty severe injuries.

Other: Up for love.

We are allowed to start xD And Scarlett needs friends...

Would someone else like to start? 'Cause I suck.

OK moo don't kill me but I'm going to start this before people forget about it, OK?

Asher- Demon.

I sat in the main stairway looking for my next victim, and waiting for Isaac to appear. My mind drifted off to what I would be having for the midnight meal and I missed the passing of a vampire that I had not pranked in a while, cursing, I set about trying to set fire to the recently fire-proofed banister, I started off with a yellow fire, and gradually heat it up until it was blue, and, finally white. They had done a proper job this time as the wood was blatantly refusing to set fire and the brass handrail on top was turning red, I smiled and decided to try melt the brass covering and get to the wood below. "You know you aren't supposed to do that..." A voice behind me.
My attention was distracted and instead of the fire being concentrated on the handrail, it spread across the whole stairway. I heard the patter of feet as the voice tried to get away from the steadily approaching white fire and I sat in the flickering flames, remembering to make sure to stop my clothes catching. "Will you stop that! I need to tell you something!" I heard the voice yell at me.
I pondered on whether or not I should fry the voice or listen to it. Curiosity won and I resolved to burn the owner of the voice if it had nothing to say that interested me. I stopped the flames in an instant and turned to look at the owner of the voice behind me.

Any one can jump in.....

Ezra - Demon

Asher Howie turned round to look at me with an evil stare. I responded with a wide eyed, innocent look and ran a hand casually through my blue hair.
"Well, what I really, really wanted to say, Asher... it's basically ..."
"What?!" He snarled, raising a threatening hand.
"Well ..." I continued thoughtfully, "I'm sure that I can remember it. Just give me a second."
Asher rolled his eyes and I saw the familiar look come into them. He was so gonna burn me.
Quickly, I hopped down the stairs 'till I was standing below him and winked cheerily.
"I just wanted to ask ... Howie you doin'?"
He growled and I began to snicker, jumping up and dashing round the corner before he had a chance to make my clothes catch on fire. I looked down with pride at the pin-striped suit I was wearing today, if he had burnt it I would've done something. What, I wasn't sure but it would have been bad, really hardcore.

I knew that my joke wasn't really funny, the play on his last name had been weak and spur of the moment. But I was still chuckling as I walked lightly down the corridor, ignoring the stares that my new oufit recieved from a couple of passers by.

Not sure what she'd have important to tell him, but I'm gonna jump in!

Scarlett

"Seriously, dude, you're impossible to talk to," I grew closer to him. I was here, trying to tell him something that would matter and influence him, but no - he had to just go around and burn things. Pyromaniac. Well, not exactly, more like a demon.

My heels made noise on the pavement, but I walked confidently. "Scarlett," he acknowledge.

"Asher," I greeted. "Can you cover your neck a bit? The smell's killing me," I blurted out. Well, it was true! I want to drink blood, juicy, hot, red blood. Now, focus!