The Nevermore Contract(closed)

Blaze:

I look down at the feisty girl. She was shorter than me, which I’m not used to being 5 foot 3. My face is still red from talking to Liam. I haven’t talked to this many strangers in a long time.
“I was just going to the dormitory to unpack,” I blurt. The girl’s dark eyes thank me for the escape. I’ve never met a person who’s looks might actually kill!
She smiles at me. “I’ll help.” She doesn’t look at Liam as she strides out of the library. She walks amazingly fast with such short legs, I think.
“I’m really bad at maps and really good at getting lost,” she explains as we trot down the corridor, “which turns out to be a really bad combination. I’m Cassondra, by the way.” We start up the stairs to the second floor.
“My name’s Blaze.” As I say this my shoe catches on the hem of my uniform, a scarlet and gold dress with white lace embellishments, and I face plant.
“Damn it!”
Cassondra giggles. “Graceful,” she comments.

(Thanks Fading for letting me and Bee play a team! if this doesn't fit the criteria please let me know and i will gladly edit.)

Name: Caleb LaBrecque (la-Breck)
Gender:Male
Age(15-20): 20
Species: Knight
Power:N/A
Appearance(pictures plus a description is preferred): most would describe him as:Tall, dark and handsome. He is built with well defined muscles but not overly bulky-just the right kind. Caleb has large, dark puppy-dog brown eyes that are very expressive and are the windows to his soul. His hair he keeps cropped short-ish and he usually has just the right amount of "roguish" stubble on his face.

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Personality: To sum it up, if you looked up the phrase "cool as a cucumber" you would see a picture of Caleb. The man is unflappable. He is bombproof and nothing surprises him, even when it does he rarely acts it. He is highly intelligent and can react and adapt to changing situations quickly. His personality could be called benevolent, he was a very sweet man before being changed into a knight and still retains some of his "sweetness" despite the long years of "nothingness". He had a sense of humor before and was able to make most feel at ease around him and sill can- he just has to try really hard to remember what it was like.

Strengths: Caleb has had centuries to train as a swordsmen and he has a natural gift for the art, so he is almost unequaled in skill with a blade. His left handedness is a really an asset to him as almost all of his opponents wouldn't be expecting that. His skills as a warrior are also sharpened by his strict warriors code that is honor based and honoring- if it is not honorable Caleb will not do it or take part.

Flaws: His protective instinct was not changed by his becoming a knight and if anything has now sharpened, this can get the best of him as he will drop everything to save a friend. He also has no sense of personal safety and throws himself into very dangerous situations without much fore thought as he says "I'm not really alive so what's the point." his calmness can also seem to others like disinterest or uncaring but it's not really.

Background: normal childhood and warrior training until the war. He was young and not used to questioning the authority of those in higher positions- especially as one of those persons was his father. His father was one of the commanding generals of the army and Caleb followed him without question until the last fight of that bloody war- but by then it was too late and he was put under his curse like all the rest. He hopes to find redemption for his past sins and to regain his humanity, he doesn't consider himself "human" anymore- as human emotions are what make life beautiful.

Relationship: He is straight as a poker, and would be open for a relationship- if he could feel again, as of now he would want to but not know how.

Other: Over the years he has developed a great appreciation for music as it is the only thing that makes him feel something like the tingling of emotions. he is a talented pianist and can sing quite well if one catches him practicing- he never sings when others are listening. Caleb also likes most of the arts and is always trying his hand at new things- he is very curious and wants to learn as much as he can- make some use of his eternity on earth.

Name: Isabell Nora
Gender: Female
Age: Physical age - 16 / Actual age - 132
Species: Vampire
Power: N/A

Appearance: (Picture at the bottom) She looks like one of those people you just want to avoid, one of the 'wrong crowd'. Isabell has medium length black hair and pitch black eyes, except imediatley after feeding when they turn crimson. She has the classic pale, almost white, pristeen skin and her lips are quite dark. Every now and then she will try to get away with wearing the boys uniform, and often succeeds. Average to tall height.

Personality: Has a very tomboy like attitude, she is very self-confident and proud. She is easy to get along with and tries to smile often, although due to her appearance and 'tendances' others tend to avoid her. Isabell dosen't like to show her pain or sadness, and prefers to keep her secrets secret. When she needs to feed/is 'hungry' she can become grouchy or even openly hostile to anyone around her.

Strengths: Is intelligent and can understand deeper meaings behind someones words, she can controll herself well in difficult situations.
Flaws: Can be distracted by her desire to feed, she can't seem to work in a group of people due to a lack experiance.

Background: Isabelle can't remember much from when she lived in the Netherworld, she has spent years away from her home. Her parents were whiches/warlocks who cursed her when she became a vampire causing her to have scaring up her both of her arms in the form of ancients trible markings. She was around towards the end of the Dikurin war and has know a lot of the knights from that point on.

Relationship: Is willing to try a relastionship.

Other: N/A

Isabell Nora

I sighed, gods how I'd missed this place. Yeah it was like my eightith year at the Ilixandria Academy and I should be tired of seeing it's beautiful towers and arches, but it's home to me. That and the fact that I can actually walk around during the day. It's windows were beautifully engeneered anti-sunlight panels of glass. Smiling to one of the regular Knights I walked to my room, nope still no room mate. I only had to glance around the dorm to see that no-one had even set foot in here since I'd left for the summer. Yet another year as vampire in solitude. I just hope that cliché won't stick. Dumping my bag on the bed I pulled out my uniforme from last year, one of the perks of being a vampire I supose; I won't have to buy a knew one every year, and donned it. Inspecting myself in the mirror, or least trying to, I sighed. Stupid dress, I wouldn't mind it if it weren't so damn sticky outy.
"Why they couldn't just let us wear what the outside world wears, only without the hoops, I will never know." I muttered once back on the corridor.
"Don't you say that every year?" Liam said from behind me.
"Yeah, well, at least it's true." I said trying to sound optomistic.

Nenlia
"Snow..." I scoffed. I wasn't a huge fan of the snow. It was cold, wet, and well, cold. It there was anything I liked about it, was that it was beautiful. Oh, how I wished I was able to paint the snow. I turned away from my gazing at the open window in my dorm and pulled on my school uniform. I also didn't like these clothes. First of all, they were dresses. Second of all, they gave me too small a size and I felt awkwardly revealed in every aspect. The guys noticed as well. Suddenly a knock banged through my door.
"Are you up Nenlia!?" A voice called.
"Yes I am Noen. Will you be patient?" I snapped back. I grabbed my school bag and stopped in front of the mirror. My long, wavy red hiar fell neatly around my shoulder, and my green eyes seemed to gleam brightly in the dim light of the room. Once again, my body was slightly obscenely shown off. I hated how it made everyone think I was slut, when I really wasn't.
"Oh, let them think what they want to." I sighed to myself, walking towards the door. I opened it to find Noen staring down at me, anger in his eyes, but for the most part, he looked emtionless, because he was. I hated how he couldn't feel anything. At all. Nothing. His eyes were a soft grey-blue today, and his tan skin was accented by the flickering candlelight. To me, he was so breathtakingly handsome that I couldn't stand it. I turned away from him.
"Good morning Noen." I replied, heading down the hallway. Noen followed close behind, standing tall dressed attractively in his school uniform.
"Why are you following me?" I asked, turning down a staircase. Before Noen could reply, we saw two girls on the stairs. One looked she had just fallen and the other was helping her up.
"Good morning." I said to the two of them. One of them looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey, what's up?" She replied. I recognized her as Cassondra, but I didn't recognize the other girl.
"I'm Nenlia." I introduced myself to her, walking down to the two of them and helping her up. "What's your name?"

Blaze:

Cassondra is still giggling uncontrollably. My face is bright red from embarrassment and it gets redder when I look up to see the woman and man who just witnessed my stair incident. This hasn’t been the best first day.
“I’m Blaze.” I try to make a good impression, “It’s nice to meet you Nenlia”
“She’s..” Cassondra tries to say through her giggle fit, “a klutz.”
The woman grins. I let a little smile dance on my lips. She has the kind of red hair I always wanted: long, smooth, silky locks that shine in the sun. I’m kind of jealousy. I don’t know why because she fills everything out well, but Nenlia looks just as uncomfortable in her dress as I do mine. I hate the way the corset squeezes my stomach in, making me look undernourished. My uniform attempts to thrust any cleavage it can manage into everyone’s faces - it doesn’t have much to work with with me. And those stupid shoes! I know it’s only a two inch heel but where I can from, I went barefoot.
Nenlia motions to the most handsome man I have ever seen. My knees feel weak and I command myself not to trip again. “This is Noen.”
Cassondra’s face darken and she pulls me up the stairs. Simultaneously, Noen murmurs, “Let’s go, Nenlia,” and guides her down the stairs with a hand under her elbow.

This is the song I was imagining him playing while I wrote this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZeA0PbjcdI

Caleb/Conservatory (music room):

I sat at the grand piano in the conservatory, my eyes closed, trying to "loose" myself to the music-like so many of the composers I had read about said so often. When the music took them to places in their hearts that nothing earthbound can fathom. My hands flew over the keys, heart yearning to feel that unnameable well of emotion that stirs within ones breast.

Nothing.

My playing was lacking the one thing that made music speak, the one thing that made music, not just notes to play, but a narrative of life itself- emotion. Something which I lacked. My hands slowed slightly in their dance across the ivories as I became lost in my thoughts.


I don't know for how long I sat there playing, but when the piece ended, my hands stopped and I slowly came back to
where I was, and what I needed to be doing- greeting new students. I glanced up at the clock and sighed.

"Too late for that now." I murmured quietly.

I rose form the bench and rolled down my sleeves, which I had pushed up whilst I played and tried to find my coat. I was only in my waistcoat and shirt and if any of the teachers found me like that I would be reprimanded- even though all of them were far younger than I. Then after a long moment, I realized with a mirthless grin that if I had been myself, I might have found that humorous- the irony of it all...

I found my coat slung over a music stand and with this in hand I strode out of the room- it was time to meet the others in the library.

(As always if i have done something wrong please let me know and I will edit.)

Noen
I grabbed her elbow and led her away.
"Goodbye Blaze!" Nenlia waved behind her and then turned to Noen. "Why did you lead me away?"
"Because." was my simply reply. Truth be told, I wasn't really sure why. I just want to leave. For someone who didn't have emotions, I sure didn't like being around Cassondra that much, and I didn't know that either.
"Because why?" She persisted.
"I don't know." I replied truthfully.
"Of course you don't." She growled softly, and lightly pulled herself out of my grasp. I stared at her form for a second, and then gazed blankly out the window. Everytime I looked at her, I knew that something should be there, I should feel something, but...nothing. I felt nothing. Just memories of feelings that I should feel, but...
"Noen?" Nenlia asked. She had stopped in front of me, and looked patiently into my eyes. I smiled down at her and nodded.
"I'm sorry what was it?" I asked.
"I asked if you wanted to go stroll with me later today." She said. I could see something glinting in her eyes, sadness maybe, but it was gone before I could really figure it out.
"Sure." I replied. Even though I knew that's the answer she wanted, she sighed and turned away. She paused for a moment, shook her head and walked forward.
"Thank you." She replied and continued on. We turned around a corner and saw a blonde, slim-figured girl talking to a man I recognized as Rocco.
"Hello Rosie!" Nenlia called out, waving to the girl. Rosie turned and saw Nenlia and waved back, sighing with relief.
"Nenlia, it's so great to see you." She replied.
"Noen." Rocco nodded to me.
"Rocco." I replied, and followed close behind Nenlia.

Aden
Delilah
He'd known it had been her from the very beginning. How could he forget that fawn colore brown hair, those violet eyes that seemed to burn with life. He'd known who she was even before he'd known her name.
Yes, Delilah is the Iris priestess.
Those words ignited within him a cold numbness, the memory of a fire that could no longer burn. Yes, his precious girl was the destinied Iris preistess. She was so innocent to that now, so innocent to what would come once she turned sixteen this afternoon.
I...
How could he finish that simple sentence. He was bound to her through contract, but it was so much more than that. Ever since that evening when he'd first met her so long ago.
Delilah. That hadn't been her name then, but even so...
"...the Iris priestess." Aden turned, slamming his fist into the wall with enough force to make the floor shutter. Why did it have to be her? Of all people, why did it have to be her?
Within seconds, Aden regained his composure, turning numbly towards the library where he could sense the other knights had already begun to gather.
They could sense her know, so close to the awakening.
Straightening his jacket, Aden ran a hand through his hair then turned and began walking.
It was time for the Knights of the Nevermore to meet their priestess.
Delilah
Delilah stormed towards the kitchens, cheeks flaming.
Aden, you fool.She thought to herself, bunching her hands into fists.Why do you always have to be such an idiot?
"Ugh! If I stay around him any longer his stupidity will wear off on me!" Delilah cried, slapping her cheeks. Then, making her decision, she walked out into the flow of students that had begun to gather in the main hall. One of the best things about being a maid was that no one noticed you. Walking through the crowded room, Delilah was grateful for this. It was nice, being able to disappear into the background. It was one of the things she loved most.
Delilah weaved her way through the crowed, making it to one of the hallways leading towards the dormitories. But before she could move out of the way, she smacked directly into a young man who had just turned to follow his friends into the main hall.
"I'm sorry, I didn't..." The man gazed down at her, a confused look on his face.
"Woah there, it's okay. I'm sure Noen didn't mind." One of the girls said, smiling and offering Delilah a hand. Delilah took it.
"You are.." the boy, Noen started. Delilah laughed nervously, patting down her skirt. Both boys in the group were staring at her. It was terrible. Delilah didn't like being looked at.
"I really am sorry." she said, curtsying to Noen and then nodding to the girl, who's eyes widened in surprise then rushed away.
"Don't worry about it!" the girl called after her.
Delilah finally reached the door that led down to the kitchens, hurrying down.
"Delilah!" The familiar voice of Jane, one of her close friends, brought Delilah to a stop. She smiled at the short, mousey girl, and allowed for her to catch up.
"Jane." Delilah murmured.
"Where have you been, I was worried." Jane said, voice shaky.
"I was only in the dining hall." Jane looked up at Delilah, tears shining in her eyes.
"When I couldn't find you, I, I, i didn't know..." Delilah wrapped Jane in her arms.
"Don't worry Jane. I promise that i'll never leave you alone.
Jane:

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Nenlia
"Noen, that wasn't...is it?" I asked. Noen had told me long ago about the Iris Priestess, but I never thought I would meet her. Noen looked at me and nodded. His eyes looked tense and he turned to Rocco.
"We should head to the library." Noen said. Rocco nodded and started off with out him. Noen walked over to me and hugged me slightly.
"I'll see you later." He whispered. I felt my heart skip a beat, but then pushed away from him.
"Alright." I responded and watched him walked off. "Come on Rosie, let's follow that girl." I said to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along with me.
"Why?" She asked, confused, but she didn't pull away.
"I'm not sure, but we should anyways." I replied, and headed down the same hallway. I could hear a couple of voices coming from the kitchen, so I went that direction. When I opened the door leading to the kitchens, I saw two girls, one crying and the other holding her.
"Sorry, I don't mean to intrude, but you ran away so fast, I was worried." I said to the girl who was the Iris priestess. I could feel the power burning withing her, bubbling just beneath the surface.

Fawn:
Yes, I am still sitting here. On the couch in the library. Reading about petunias. Why not, right? It’s not like I get hungry or sore or need to use the little girl’s room. I don’t feel anything. The Knights will meet here eventually.
Liam left but he’s back now, chuckling to himself about his own jokes. Aden is sitting, straight-backed, in the chair next to me. He hasn’t said a word to anyone. Fey skips in, whistling to himself, Gren his dragon flying behind him. He stops in front of me, eying the end of the couch my legs take up. I glare at him.
“Still bad at sharing?” he sings innocently.
“Still haven’t hit puberty?” I reply.
Fey gives up and pulls over a chair to form a circle. I have to give it to the kid: he knows a lost cause when he sees one. When Caleb strides in, Fey asks cheerfully, “Wrote anything new, yet?”
“No, Fey. Still trying to find what I lost.” Caleb rubs his face with his hands and leans against the wall.
Rocco and Noen are the last to enter the library.
Finally, I think, it’s time.

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Isabell Nora

Rubbing my eyes against the harsh sunlight I made my way to the library. I really should have adujsted to being up at this time before coming back. I thought. Most of the other students would be in the dinning hall or kitch getting breakfast or something along those lines, but as I don't need any, what better place than the library to catch up with the knights? Seeing Liam again had been good for me, he was one of very few who actually 'got' me. As soon as I entered the room, the tension in there hit me like a stone wall. Somethign was going to happen. I just knew it. But as usual, I couldn't ask. Well I could, but they wouldn't answer me. Curling up in an old armchair I pulled a book at random from the shelf and pretended to read while the knights spoke about me.
Fey, bless him, as optomistic as ever tried to conduct conversation but same as ever failed.
"Wrote anything new, yet?"
"No, Fey," Was that Caleb? Glancing up I saw that it was. Rubbing his face, almost annoyed, was Caleb. "Still trying to find what I lost." Oh, but you never lost it I thought You had it taken from you.

I call next post! And if there are any major spelling mistakes, i'm sorry. I wrote it in a rush=)

Fey
Fey had decided to be in a terribly good mood today. He was incredibly exited. He'd had a dream that night, about finding the thing he'd been looking for. Gren, too, seemed to be happy. He'd gone around burning holes in all the furniture, which he only did when he was in a good mood.
"I met her." Noen say's in awe, taking a seat behine a straight backed Aden.
"Yes, she looks just the same as last time." Rocco added. Fey watched them all talk, a soft smile on his face. He was the only one who had not already met the Iris preistess. He wanted to see the girl who was so powerful she could take out an entire race single handedly.
"Her name is Delilah, this time around, a fitting name for such a lovely flower." Liam joked.
"Yes, even Nelia noticed that she was the.." Noen began. The temperature in the room seemed to drop to arctic temperatures.
"Nelia? Nelia knew what, Noen?" Fawn asked. Everyone was staring at him.
"Well, um, actually, Noen, um..." Rocco said, trying to stick up for his friend.
"Noen, Nelia knew what?" Aden growled.
"I told her about the Iris preistess." Aden stood, calmn braking, and smashe his fist into the table. Everyone in the room jumped at his reaction.
"Noen! That goes in direct violation to the contract!" Caleb said. Aden grabbed Noen's collar and lifted him into the air.
"Do you realize what you've done. What if the girl tells the council, what if she tells someone else? It will be just like last time!" Aden shouted. Noen remained calm, unblinking at Aden's empty fury. Fawn stepped forward, trying to pull them apart.
"Okay, Aden. We all get that Noen is an idiot but that's no reason to kill him." As they all fought, Fey had stood and snuck up behind them. He cleared his throat, and all eyes turned to him.
"Well, let's ask Noen why." Fey turned to Noen, smiling kindly. "Do you trust her, Noen?"
"With my life." he said, unblinking.
""Well then, that settles it. If he trusts her we must to." Aden lowered Noen to the ground, then fell back into the chair.
"Fey's right. Now is not the time to fight. We all know what it means when the Iris priestess returns.
"He's back." Fawn sighed.
Aden
"Yes. And Delilah is turning seventeen tonight. We must be prepared for what that entails. He will probably try to attack her while she is weakest, or just during the awakening. We have to keep an eye on her. We can't lose her. She's the only one that can defeat him."Aden said, rubbing his temples. From behined one of the bookcases there was a rustle, and everyone turned to stare at the girl sitting in one of the arm chairs. It was Isabell, the Vampire the knights had been working with for the last hundred years, ever since she first came to the school.
"Don't mind me." she said holding up the book. Liam laughed.
"Don't be shy, Isabell. I promise that i'll only bite a little." he joked. Isabell's cheeks flame.
"Yeah, as if you could even get a chance to try before I'd kick your butt." The tense mood in the room lightened, and everyone laughed.
"So what's the deal, guys? What's this about a girl?" The soft tolling of the bell echoed in the distance, shocking everyone back to reality. They all stood, grabbing their books. Caleb walked to Isabell's side.
"Meet us tonight, and we'll explain. This is what we've been waiting for." he replied, then hurried off to class.