Riley Castor has a dark past about her. She's been walking the earth ever since she's been kicked out of Heaven; that was approximately five-hundred years ago. Still, she retains the air of an eighteen year-old woman, but most could call her off for mid-twenties because of the solemn, knowing air she has about her.
She's not a very lovable person and doesn't bother to make herself look like one. With a black leather jacket, dangerous short-shorts, an obnoxious low-cut tank top, and Aviator sunglasses to hide her black eyes, she can be quite the intimidator. She's had her fair share of experiences with humans, if you know what I mean. After five-hundred years on earth, hey, an Angel's going to get bored.
She's also made a few friends; werewolves, witches, and even the occasional gremlin on her list. But, she's always hated the vampires. They're a part of her past, but of course, she won't share it with anyone.
Well, what if she fell in love with a vampire? ;D
Your boy's going to be in for it.

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I want someone literate to play the vamp, but long posts aren't technically required.
Ask before you go and post a bio.
Don't hate me if I say no.
:P

Riley Castor

Looks: Standing at a height of 5'6'', Riley seems more than a bit intimidating. Her wavy black hair seems to stretch midway down her back, the dark tendrils curling against her spine. In the sunlight, the copperish flecks in her hair shine. Her body is slightly muscled though not unbearably so. Her eyes are black, the pupils blending with the irises. When she's angered, a crimson ring forms around her eyes.

Her typical attire is a crimson or black tank top. Sometimes she'll add a black leather jacket if it's cold outside. With her pants, it's either black black motorcycle pants or skimpy short-shorts that show off her long legs. Her face is cut very angular; the look closely resembling an elf's. She wears black motorcycle boots all the time as her only shoes. The main thing that makes Riley...well, Riley are her silver Aviator sunglasses. She never goes anywhere without them.

She also has a motorcycle. Yep.
And she doesn't wear a helmet. Ever.

Persona

Riley is a complete bad***. She doesn't take crap from anyone and her fired temper can get her into trouble even at the best of times. She's more to stay out of people's way and is typically just there to intimidate them, but if she gets sucked into drama, she'll take care of it herself. She cares only about her bike and herself, not needing the trust of others to carry on in her life.
Drawn by Bitowurd. Noooo touching. ;D

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MEEE! XD

Can I joins?

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I will.

And I know that stuff. I read A Dark Angel and stuffs.

Which vampy should I use? Markus or Zaou?

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:D

Flip a coin. Markus is heads. Zaou is tails.

Also, Zaou is older than Markus.

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Markus it is! My ancient greek vampire boy. Want a bio for him or something similar to what you have for Riley?

X- Name -X
Markus Kallaticus Taen

X- Age -X
2030, but looks Nineteen

X- Gender -X
Male

X- Species -X
Ancient Greek Vampire

X- Species Deion -X
Markus has abilities beyond the normal human. He has heightened senses, inhuman strength and speed, and he can sense the future. Although he seems all-powerful, Markus does have some weaknesses. Like a wooden stake to the heart will paralyze him and silver acts like a poison when it gets into his body. But the only thing that can kill him is decapitation and fire. Markus can control the element of Air and often relies on the wind around him to make it work. He cannot control it for a long period of time when inside, but when outside, he has no problem.

X- Appearance -X
Markus is, in short, an albino. When he fangs grow in, all four canines look roughly similar to a wolf's or a cat's fangs. One his left shoulder blade is a black tattoo of a Fleur de Lis. His pants are tight black jeans that end at his ankles and he wears black boots that end at his knees. The boots have silver skull fastenings. The skulls look like they have small fangs. He also stands at six foot two.

X- Personality -X
Markus is cold and outlandish. He is an outcast in his own eyes, but very mysterious in the eyes of others. He doesn't like to get close to people for what happened in his mysterious past. Sometimes, he is more animated when he is around people he trusts. But that is very rare for him to leave his stoic state.

X- History -X
Markus was born in 19 BC to a wealthy family in Athens, Greece, as a human. As he grew up, he went to school and learned about the methods of fighting and other things. He was happy during his human life. Until his parents arranged a marriage between him and a woman he did not love. That happened in the years in which “Jesus Christ” was supposedly born. And during that time, he was attacked a vampress and was turned into a vampire. His maker was called Shoni and she was an Egyptian vampire; a lovely one at that. They traveled around Greece for a while until Markus turned a hundred. They were in Sparta at the time and Shoni was killed. Markus was branded with a Fleur de Lis and he fled Sparta. After that, he traveled around the Mediterranean. Only coming back to Greece once every hundred years. Then, he grew tired of his world and decided to travel through out the world.

X- Other -X
In a past life he was called Silver Fang and was the brother of Zaou Scar and Sanctum Raa.

Riley's hands tightened over the throttle, lips pursed as she revved the engine of her motorcycle. She released the clutch and took off at a dangerous speed on a forgotten road in the midst of a desert in California. She was just outside the city of Adelanto, California with the sun beating down on her back and dirt kicking up from her tires.

The wind tore through her hair and she kept her lips in a line, her neutral ex
pression; a blank face that gave away nothing. Her silver aviator lenses flashed in the sunlight, hiding her black eyes. Her wings ruffled anxiously in the wind, wanting to unfurl, but she fought the instinct and enjoyed the thrill of the ride.

The road she was travelling on was forgotten, as mentioned before. She had stumbled upon it during one of her leisure flights, on her so-called angel wings. She'd made sure that it truly was abandoned, flying lazily overhead for a couple days to be sure there weren't any of modern day's cops wandering around. Of course, like she had thought, it truly was a ghost's road, a large stretch of road that just seemed to wind through the desert.

Coming here calmed her and that was one of the reasons she hated it, yet also loved it. She hated the fact that she needed it, some type of condolense to battle against her past. She tried not to dwell on the harshness of her life, but it was evident in her personality and her mere image. She snorted at the thought and shook her head, releasing a few hairs that had caught between her lips.

She came to a lurching stop, turning the black motorcycle to its side and gripping the asphalt below her with her biker boots. She took off her aviators and blinked at the harshness of the sun's rays. She listened with her angel sense to see if anyone was nearby, ultimately checking for passerby auras. There was nothing, but the shrill cry of a desert vulture.

Cautiously, she unfolded her wings. Their black forms slid easily through her clothes, as if the material itself didn't exist. In a way, it didn't. Seeing as her clothes were of mortal being and her wings were celestial, the two things existed in two different dimensions at once. It was tricky to think of, but not entirely possible.

She stretched them out to their full eighteen-foot extent. The feathers warmed under the heat of the sun, sticky tendrils of darkness curling under the swathe of heat. It felt good to bask in the sunlight and she dismounted her bike, pitching the kick stand as she walked away from it. She walked like that for a long time, in meaningless circles around her bike, letting the sun warm her feathers.

When she accomplished what she came for, she mounted her bike again and left the road where it would be forgotten until her next visit. The dust kicked up behind her, rocks spraying from the black tires. She ducked her head down low, dark hair streamming behind her.

She wound her way down the cliff edges and returned to her home city; the 'city' was more like a semi-industrial rather large town, but she wasn't one to complain. She slowed down within the city limits and pulled into a breakfast diner on the side of the road.

She rolled the sleeves of her black leather jacket up to her elbows before she dismounted her bike. She slipped the keys into her pockets and felt the edges of her mouth quirk up as she admired her BMW S1000RR. Shaking her head, she walked into the diner and seated herself in a booth far at the corner.

Bumpah. :u

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Can't think of anything... 

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-shuffles feet-

Yes...

Ooc; *pats* Good?

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Maybe. Give me a few minutes and I might think of something.