I don't know what to say...

So I'm going to post my bio.

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The Basics:
Name: Alix Huntress Wade
Alias: CI Sin
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Female
Vampire or Wereanimal

The Appearance:
Distinguishing Features: 5’8’’
Preferred Cloths: I like my skinny jeans, tank tops, sweat shirts, and comfy shoes.
Looks: I have waist length, light blonde hair that is typically kept in a braid. I have pale skin that is only getting paler because of my new, unexpected lifestyle. Being that I am a young vampire, my eyes are still midnight blue, though when I'm hungry they turn nearly black. My facial features are gentle but I don't smile for just anyone. Slim yet not too skinny, I like to keep myself in shape.

The Personality:
Loves: Music, adrenaline rushes, swimming lakes and oceans
Likes: Playing with fire, reading, drawing, exploring
Dislikes: Swimming in pools, being looked down on, large gatherings, lots of people
Secret(s): I have an interesting heritage…
Pet Peeves: Stupid people.

Pacing the black tiled floor, Alix cursed her situation yet again. She didn't like to be defenseless because she was far from it, but these foul playing men had snatched her up like a pitiful child and took her captive. For whatever reason, they were taking a lot of vampires. I could have gotten away if I hadn't been so hungry, she told herself. Although, Alix knew that wasn't true. Twelve black cloaked men had come out of the darkness, they worked effectively. Four ganging up on her, while a few stood back just in case, and the others distracted clueless pedestrians. If only I could have had two more seconds to call for help, she thought, but that wasn't in her either. Alix knew that she would never call for help. That was for the maidens in distress that always need some knight in shinning armor to come save them.

Mid-step in her pacing, Alix tensed when a moan echoed through the cell, which was surprisingly sanitary. Obviously the vampires didn't want to deal with mold or keeping up a tough look, and Alix appreciated that since her stay was already horrid. Not even bothering to look in the direction of the moan, Alix continued her silent stalk, she had taken off her shoes to keep the soles from echoing each step.

"Would you stop that! You're making me tired just watching," an annoy, slightly high-pitched voice whined.

I bet it does, Alix thought to herself with a sneer on her face. The girl speaking was her cell-mate and she couldn't stand her. Always complaining about something, the girl had spoken non-stop unless she fell into an unnatural sleep...aided by Alix.

"How do you keep your hair so neat when you pace all the time. I don't think I've even seen you stop yet. When will you stop? Are the guards coming? Do you think they will let us out now? I hope they do. I am really hungry. Are you-

With a piercing glare, Alix stopped the girl mid-sentence, and saved my sanity. Four days of this! Her patience was waning thin. But I don't even know what I'm waiting for. The guards don't get close enough to the cell bars, and I have no one out there to miss me. With a deep sigh, Alix closed her eyes and m*censored*aged her temples, trying to get the migraine to cease even for a moment. Mumbling softly to herself, Alix wondered, "What have I gotten myself into this time."

Sumnor strode proudly into the prison proudly, it seemed almost as if it was too proudly, one of the guards picked up on this and stood in front of his with a hand on his chest, in an attempt to stop him, "Where you going, bub?" Sumnor looked down at the hand a grimaced slightly, "You think you're a comic book character or something?" On that note, Sumnor drew his katana and dragged it across the rib-cage of the prison guard, causing him to drop to his knees, gasping for air and praying for life.

He then walked through the metal detector, the alarm causing three armed guards to come running in, *censored*ault rifles toting in their hands, all three of the shaking from slight fear, "You noticed my eyes I see." Sumnor's crimson eyes glistened with Blood lust as he flitted around in a semi-circle in which he dragged his katana across the throats of the three guards, before sheathing it as an unarmed guard came running out.

"Are you going to try to stop me? seriously?"  The guard winced slightly, "Nevermind try, I will kill you were you stand." The guard fell to all fours, before the might of a lycanthropic form burst through his human clothes, "Now let's see if you're so co.cky."the lycan guard then elapt on the chest of Sumnor, his open jaw instantly shooting for the throat, Sumnor gripping both parts with a hand each, "I've always hated dogs like you... I'm here for a girl, nothing else, goodbye." He then let loose with awesome strength, slitting the lycan right down the middle.

Sumnor stood, before walking into the main cell block, finding the cell with the vampire that had been kidnapped the day before, kicking the cell doors off their bolts and bowing slightly, "if you want an encore you're going to have to wait until I have a chance, elt's get moving, don't ask questions I'm justs here to save you."

As if drawn by her words, the shrill shrieking sound of the security alarm pierced the air. Grimacing at the keening tone, Alix covered her new sensitive ears, but the volume didn't let up. The girl in the corner, Alix never bothered with introductions, started to wail. As if the siren isn't loud enough, she thought bitterly. Looking at the girl, Alix noted the white of her eyes while she screamed and cried for the noise to stop.

Stalking over to the girl Alix felt like a monster when the girl jerked away from her. It's what I've become, so I just need to get used to it. Kneeling down to her level, Alix swiftly and effectively pressed the pressure point on the girl's neck, aiding in another of her unnatural rests. The alarm continued to blare but it was becoming background noise if she didn't pay too much attention to it, since the screams of the girl weren't accompanying it anymore.

Dimly hearing the pounding of running feet, Alix crept to the front of the cage. Peering out, Alix prepared herself for the two pairs of guards, who were trotting down the hall considerably close to the cages. Right when the last, closest guard was about to jog by, Alix snatched his leg, and yanked with all her might, which was a lot now. Falling to the ground, the guard was about to call for help but Alix hit the pressure point near his groin. Quickly searching his body for the key card, Alix cursed when there appeared to be none. "I can't believe my luck," she grumbled.

Then, as if drawn by her words yet again, luck happened. A tall, dark haired man dressed in black combat boots, jeans, and leather jacket stalked down the hall. Alix knew that he wasn't part of the group that took her because he had a certain air about him, and none of the guards had dressed quite like him. Dang, was all that came to her mind.

Moving to the back of the cell, and snatching her running shoes, Alix watched the new man closely. He was a predator, that she could tell with ease, but friend or foe? As he came closer, Alix couldn't stop the hope rising in her that he might actually get her out of this place. She watched as he braced himself, right in front of her cell, then kicked the doors down with a surprising ease. Double dang, she thought with a wicked grin as she shook her head in appreciation.

In a deep, thick voice he said, "If you want an encore you're going to have to wait until I have a chance, let's get moving, don't ask questions I'm just here to save you."

Gritting her teeth to fight back a snappy reply, Alix almost growled at the save you part. I hope he doesn't have an ego the size of his strength. I am no helpless damsel in distress. Holding her head high and proud, Alix thought, I am plenty capable fending for myself. Though, at the current moment, Alix didn't quite know how to defend that thought.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Alix snapped before she could catch herself, "Sounds good, prince charming, just toss me over your back like a sack of potatoes and let's move. I mean, that isn't very knightly if you're going to save me, but I don't have a clue where we are going you know." Biting her lip, Alix cursed her viper tongue. Her mouth always caused her trouble, every single time she opened it. It's how I got here, and now it's why I'm probably going to stay. Her blue eyes shone with dignity as she held herself proudly.

Sumnor grinned a wickedly maniacle grin, jogging over and hoisting the girl up and over his shoulder, beginning to flit through corridors and doorways, doing his utmost to find the way back out as easily as he had gotten in, before being halted by a group of around twenty guards, "Well isn't this a warm welcoming party...?" Sumnor drew his blade as another thirty swarmed in to surround the twenty that had already surrounded Sumnor and Alix.

"Ready girl... if we go down now, we die an honourable death and tonight we dine with the vampire gods."  Sumnor raised hisblade high as an unarmed guard came running at him, deciding to try his luck with close quarter combat, but he was met only by cold, unforgiving steel as it sliced through his jugular and through the majority of his rib-cage before being dragged back out my Sumnor.

He stood waiting, eyeing the guards suspiciously, waiting for the next idiotic move to be met by blade, "We may have to flit to get out of this one alive... Alix."  Another three broke rank, Sumnor fell into an impressive manoever, his blade seeming to glide through flesh, meat and bone, slicing through necks, arms, hips, ribs, leaving the three men in a pile of pieces, "Oh, rest in pieces would be so cheesy right now."

Sumnor crouched down slighly, his knees bending slightly and his entire being taking on a ready position, his eyes filled with hatred, "Get on my back... we're getting out of here before they all decide to attack."  On that, 5 of the guards came running quickly dispatched by Sumnor, who didn't even have to break position.

With a very un-dignifying squeak, Alix wriggled around and was about to start pounding her fists onto this guys back but he took off running, which made her grasp for his coat instead. Well, I was the one to say the idea, she thought and that almost made her laugh. Suddenly the guy stopped, knocking the wind from her lungs, and set her down. Turning around, Alix was stunned by the amount of guards. "How many do you think there are?" she asked, ignoring his sarcastic remark. This guy does have a sense of humor.

His sense of humor didn't last, though, and when he talked about them dying, Alix said with conviction, "We are so not going to die when I am this close to leaving." When a cocky or some would say stupid, guard came running at them, her rescuer sliced straight through him.

"We may have to flit to get out of this one alive... Alix."

Her sapphire blue eyes sparked with an inner fire as hesitation lurked in the background when she looked up at him. "How do you know my name?" Alix growled. "And why should we turn tail when it's obvious that you know how to fight and I do too." When he made another oddly humored joke, Alix found herself about to smile but stopped. She hadn't felt like smiling this much in her whole life.

Suddenly the guards swarmed closer to them, pressing them in, and it was all Alix could do to keep herself from slashing at them, but they had taken her daggers the day she was kidnapped. Still, Alix lowered her center of gravity and raised her hands in a defensive manner. Shifting so that she was more back to back with her rescuer, Alix felt her long braid sway, and she wished she could have tied it up tighter. I hate it when they pull on my hair, but she decided she wouldn't give them the chance. Tensing every muscle and envisioning her attacks, Alix was about to bolt into motion when the man at her back said, in his deep voice, "Get on my back... we're getting out of here before they all decide to attack."

"Are you kidding me!" Alix whined, as she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Though, the second she did about three guards rushed her. Full attention brought back to them, Alix curled her arms close and prepared herself for a side thrust kick. Knee, stomach, head; she told herself. Thinking they could overpower her, the three guards came straight at her, which was perfect for Alix who could use their own momentum to bring them down. Striking with her new speed, Alix kicked the one on the left straight under the knee cap and up, dislocating it and possibly more. The middle one hesitated after seeing that, so she went for the one on the right and slapped him over both ears, breaking the eardrums and causing him to pa.ss out. The last one had stopped and was watching her with wide eyes. "That's right," she purred wickedly, "some girls do know how to fight." Only ten pounds of pressure to smash the trachea, Alix thought as her pointed fingers stabbed into the guy's neck with a sickening crunch.

The rest were now watching her with a more cautious look, and she didn't like that because it meant they were going to be smarter. Backing up until she bumped into her partner, Alix drawled, "Sooo, um, what was the plan on getting out of here? I follow you or something." Cause I'm not about to jump on your back like your some bomb-proof pony. Peering around, Alix saw what she hoped was the entrance, or escape route. "That's were we get out of here, right?" she asked, Alix didn't dare point incase the guards took notice and blocked it.

"How many do you think there are?" She had said in her rather feminine voice, he hadn't quite counted but he decided to give her his estimate of things, "I think there was around fifty at first... now there's around forty, forty-two... or something like that." "How do you know my name?" Sumnor laughed slightly at the question as he ran another foolhardy haurd through on one of his long katanas, "I need and apprentice, did some research, found out you were here... new bloods are always good for me to train."

 "And why should we turn tail when it's obvious that you know how to fight and I do too." Sumnor sighed heavily, slashing his blade against another group of three, dispatching all three who foolhardily moved in formation, giving him the ability to dispatch all three with one sweep, "It's simple, it's only a limited amount of time until they find the armory, and strangely enough, even with my flitting ability, katana's don't fight bullets to good."

Sumnor slashed as another came into range, they were starting to get worryingly close now, "some girls do know how to fight." he chuckled, glasd she was enjoying herself, looking to were she motioned with her eyes, he nodded swiftly, before ducking, sticking his head between ehr legs, standing and flitting through the crowd of guards and ducking to get through the door without bangiung her head on the door frame.

Putting her down when they got a safe distance from the prison, he bent over to catch his breath, "If you're going to stick with me you're going to have to learn to take my words as the gospel truth, even the oens you know are lies, they will protect you always." Sumnor wiped his katanas clean before sitting on the groud, motioning with a hand for Alix to do so a well.

Tense from staring down opponants, Alix almost smashed her fist into the strangers face as he awkwardly, for her, yet gracefully, for him, hoisted her onto his shoulders. Instead of squealing in surprise Alix bit her lip and grabbed a fistful of hair, giving an extra yank just for good measure. Since she really wanted to curse this guy with some pretty fowl words, which she could still count on one hand how many times she's used them.

Ducking her head as the door frame came into view, Alix was shocked that, being as tall as this guy was, he moved with such grace and agility. Gah! Put me down already! she thought, but didn't dare open her mouth because all she wanted to do was scream, and she didn't know if she could stop herself. As he continued to run from the building, Alix wondered just how far they would have to go before the guards would lose interest. Soon enough he stopped and gently set her down.

Turning around with blushing cheeks and accusing eyes, Alix was about to stab at his chest with her pointer finger and rant about how unnecessary that was when she saw him bent over and catching his breath. The sight was both heartening and distracting. This guy sure knows how to keep in shape, she admired. Looking down to note her faded, dark denim jeans had seen better days and her black, long sleeve shirt was hugging her thin frame a bit more than she remembered.

Suddenly the strangers deep, distracting voice whispered, "If you're going to stick with me you're going to have to learn to take my words as the gospel truth, even the ones you know are lies, they will protect you always."

Intrigued by his words, Alix found herself sitting before him, criss-cross apple sauce fashion with her hands resting on her knees. It was then that she felt her hunger, oddly enough. It ripped through her veins like a living fire, leaving her trembling and thirsting. Her sharp, delicate fangs pricked her lower lip but she ignored it. I can do this, just don't think about it. It was what Alix had been repeating to herself for the past three days.

"So,  brilliant one," Alix gritted out between clenched teeth, "may I ask your name? We just worked through quite a bit of suffer, and I don't even know your name." Licking her dry lips, Alix wished that her thirst wasn't so strong. It's getting worse, she thought fearfully as her gaze strayed, for not the first time, to the man's throat. But that won't work since he's a vampire. Closing her sapphire eyes, that she could imagine had turned black, Alix m*censored*aged her throbbing temples.

Groaning when the pain didn't let up, Alix whispered, "Make it stop, please." Opening her eyes in surprise that she had said those words aloud, Alix looked up to see if he had heard. Of course he did! It's just my luck. There was nothing worse for her than looking like a weakling.

Sumnor walked over to Alix when she asked his name, "may I ask your name? We just worked through quite a bit of suffer, and I don't even know your name." rooting in his pockets for soemthing he had gathered long ago, not sure which one of his many pocketshe had put it in. removing his leather Jacket and handing ti to Alix, noting her shivering, he started rooting through his combats, "My name's Sumnor Pegagnyx, and I'm god knows how old, I'm one of old ones."

He noted her still shivering, remiving his black long sleeved shirt and covering her legs with it, he went in the side pocket of his combats and pulling out a small vile of blood, unscrewing the top and putting it to her lips, "Make it stop, please." Sumnor then tipped the vile, spilling the blood into the girl's mouth, "You'll never need a lot to survive."

Sumnor then stood, checking his upper body for cuts and bruises, tensing his upper arms, he searched the muscle, his arms, well toned, but not bulky, well defined, were clear, he then decided to check his body, "I'm clean...."  He looked at the girl, hoping she had swallowed the blood he'd spoon-fed her, "When you're feeling better you shouod check yourself, too."

Sumnor went into the bag he had left in the area the night before going to save Alix's hide, pulling a long sleeved black Shirt with a large skull printed on it in white, the words I am your death printed in block capitals above it. followed by pulling out a normal jacket and pulling it on, the jacket only temporary until he could get the leather back.

He then went in and pulled a pair of women's jeans out, and a shirt with Alix's name on it, the shirt was plain black other than the white name, and he smiled slightly as he lay them on Alix, "You should change... we don't want people seeing us stained with blood."

Her rescuer took another turn that Alix didn't expect and handed her his worn, obviously loved, leather jacket. How sweet, she thought. He must have seen me shivering. A smile tugged at the edges of her mouth but she couldn't seem to finish it, so the half-smile sat frozen on her pale pink lips. Tipping her head back, way back, to look the man in the eyes, which were an unnerving red, she nodded when he said his name. Pegagnyx sounds really fancy, she thought as she shifted the leather jacket across her shoulder to gather warmth. Spotting blood splotches over her knee, Alix picked at them until Sumnor's shadow fell over her again.

First all Alix could see was a black, long sleeve falling over her lap but she soon saw Sumnor. His will toned flesh was an eye sight, and Alix knew that she was staring but she couldn't seem to stop. Just like she thought, he was muscular but not overly. Like most tall men, he didn't need to bulk up to let others know he was tough stuff. He just carried himself like that.

It took a moment for her to realize that Sumnor was holding a vile to her lips. Blinking her dark blue eyes as if to wake from a trance Alix swallowed without hesitation. Only later did she think to be cautious. Wow, Alix, you have the attention span of a crazed butterfly! Any more staring and I think he might actually laugh. A blush tinted her cheeks and Alix quickly found interest in looking down at her shoes.

"I'm clean...When you're feeling better you should check yourself, too."

About to ask what he meant, Alix looked up to see his rippling back muscles as he rumaged through a bag. Licking her lips again, she forced herself to think and realized what he was talking about. "Oh, I don't have any injuries." A wicked sparkle shone in her eyes as she fairly purred, "I'm not wearing my own blood, just others." Alix wasn't proud that she attacked today, but she had been taught to protect herself when necessary and today was very necessary. In reality, Alix didn't like to cause others pain. Do unto others what you would want them to do to you, she heard the wise words whisper through her mind but quickly rebuffed with, or you can do unto other before they do worst to you.

Drawn from her thoughts when Sumnor's shadow fell across her again, Alix looked up to see him dump more cloths in her lap. Though, this time wasn't nearly as distracting. A pair of jeans her size was under a black shirt that had her name in block, white letters on the front. Before she could stop the flow of words, Alix growled, "What is this? Am I a walking billboard for free hugs?"

Getting to her feet, since she felt oddly small sitting in front of Sumnor, Alix cocked an eyebrow and continued, "Am I supposed to smile at every stranger that looks at my name and say, 'Hey, I'm Alix, but you already knew that. What's your name?'" Rolling her eyes, Alix couldn't even imagine what she was getting herself into. He gets the cool shirt too! Yeah, it was totally jipped on her side.

"Oh," Alix added with a teasing look, "by the way, I am so not changing right here. No in front of you, or out in the open where some random person could walk up to me in the middle of anything." At this point, she knew she was in trouble. So why not dig the hole deeper, Alix thought. She always had been good at making others angry with her witty and out going remarks.