RabbitWings, no, not really. As long as they don't sparkle in the sun, I'm fine. xD

EDIT: I gtg. I'll post my bio when I get back.

lol, I can work with that xD Will you mind if I make him Nordic? =3

RabbitWings, sure. ;D

 [[Yay~]]

Name~ Olavi Njord
Gender~ Male
Age~ Old... Looks around 18ish
Looks~

Personality~ Olavi is reserved and tries to keep most of his emotion. Tries is the key word here. When you get him pissed, you better look out! No, seriously, it's hilarious, you should go and grab some popcorn. Usually he tries to attack you and make rude commits about you that sound quite pitiful. After that, he will run away and cry in a corner somewhere. Olavi doesn't exactly need attention, but he does need human, or at least semi-human, contact. As in, he needs someone to order him around because he's lazy and protect him because he's week.
History~ Olavi was born in Finland on October 24th into a semi-rich family. He was a pretty obedient child in the day, but at night he would sneak out and do stupid teenage stuff. He continued like this until he was eighteen, when he was turned by one of his school teachers and moved out [ran away flailing] and hoped that he would never have to see his family again.
Other~ Nope~

((Fine. xD))

It was past midnight, and Crystal still wasn't asleep. She turned around restlessly in her bed, and tried as hard as she could to fall asleep. But she couldn't. Finally, after deciding it was useless, she kicked off her blanket and slowly got off her bed. Why couldn't she sleep? Maybe she wasn't full or something. No, but she just ate. Maybe she needed a glass of milk. Yeah, that might help. Crystal walked over to her door, and slowly pulled it open. It was dark and no lights were on, so she had trouble seeing. She clumsily walked over to where she guessed the switches were, and felt the wall for them. After a good couple of seconds, she felt a lump which she knew had to be the switch. She pushed it up, and the lights went on. Good, now she could see.

She walked over to the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake her parents up. Then, slowly and cautiously, she walked down the stairs. She didn't want to be careless like last time and fall down the stairs. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she slipped on her slippers, and using the faint light coming from upstairs, she found the other switch and turned on the light downstairs. As downstairs lit up, she walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard. After taking a glass, she swung open the fridge and pulled out the milk carton and poured it into her cup. She put it back into the fridge, and quickly drank all her milk. But she still wasn't sleepy. Maybe a walk outside would do?

She ran upstairs, and grabbed her flashlight and some keys. She quickly changed out of her pajamas into something more suitable for wearing outside, and then proceeded to go downstairs, making sure to turn off the lights upstairs first. When she reached downstairs, she turned off the lights, and turned on her flashlight so she could see. She put on her shoes, and then went to the front door. She opened the front door, and took a deep breath. The house was so stuffy compared to outside.

She walked onto the sidewalk, and then, not really planning to go anywhere, walked on the path. It relaxed her, and she hoped that after this she could finally sleep.

((Crappy intro. >.<)) 

 [[I thought it was fine =p ]]

Olavi knew that it was stupid of him to run away from his maker again, but he just couldn't help it! You try being forced to learn the psychology of why the human pupil dilates. Yeah, not so fun, is it? Olavi grumbled to himself, he realized he was being childish and his maker was trying to be kind, but it was just so annoying.

The vampire ran his hand through his bright blonde hair. It was down and fell just above his shoulders, and he cursed himself for forgetting to grab a hair band before he left. Olavi probably looked like a girl right about now, he was wearing gender neutral clothes and his long hair didn't help. He spent a minute wondering why he didn't just cut his hair already; it was annoying and it sometimes got caught on branches and other things. Olavi then remembered that he kept it to remember his past, when it was normal for males to have hair as long and luxurious as a women's.

Olavi snapped out of his thoughts when he almost walked into a tree. Almost, as in he realized he was about to hit something when it was a foot away. So technically it wasn't 'almost'... Right?

"Did I almost hit you? I don't think I did, because I wasn't very close to you." Olavi told the tree. He thought for a second before smacking his forehead with his palm. What sane person would ever talk to a tree? And for a moment there, Olavi had even imagined it talking back to him.

Crystal was walking, having a perfectly fine time, until she heard someone's voice. She looked around, and then noticed in the distance that there was a person who appeared to be talking to a tree. What a freak. She never really liked people, and this guy was even worse. She looked away and then continued walking, as if nothing had happened. She didn't want some guy talking to a tree to ruin her walk. After all, she had went on the walk so she could sleep with ease afterwards. Not to be bothered by some freak.

She continued walking like that, just looking ahead of her. She hadn't walked very far yet, as she could still see her house when she turned around. And that freak. When she looked back ahead of her, that was when she noticed some branch. But by the time she had noticed it, it was too late. She tripped, and fell onto the sidewalk. "Ow," she muttered.

((I would've written more but I don't know what to write. D:))

[[Yeah, well, I'm attempting to have the same amount of paragraphs as you, so I'm completely fine with that.]] [[Sorry if it's been taking me a while to reply]]

 Olavi had seen the girl, and he hung his head in shame at the look she gave him. She must think I'm some creep! How many people do you usually see talking to trees late at night? he thought. When she past him, he realized he wouldn't be able to answer that question because he never went out other than to hunt. His maker never allowed contact with pray. A few minutes later, he heard a noise soft enough for a human not to pick up. He looked around.

 "They're after us, you know." Someone spoke in front of her. It was Olavi, of course. "The trees, I mean. They aren't happy that we destroy their clean air and burn their bodies. I don't really blame them, though. I would do the same thing if I was in the same position." He awkwardly held out his hand to the girl. "I-I'm Olavi."

Crystal looked at his hand, and then at him. He sure was weird. How could trees be after people? That's just crazy. A branch had tripped her, but it definitely couldn't have been a tree's intention. She didn't even bother to shake his hand or take his hand or whatever people were supposed to do when someone holds their hand out for you. She wasn't very social, so she just got up and brushed the dirt off herself, completely ignoring Olavi. After she was finished, she looked at him, her ex
pression like normal. Not cold or sweet, but normal.

"I'm Crystal," she said quietly, eyeing him as if he were going to do something weird. Well, he was weird, after all. It's fine to be a friend of trees, like trying not to waste paper and some other stuff, but talking to trees and saying trees were after people is just taking it too far.

Olavi smiled faintly and allowed his hand to drop. "Are you okay? You didn't get a scrape or anything like that, did you?" His eyes left her and went up to the sky. It was dark out with only a sliver a moonlight. Olavi figured he still had a few days before the new moon came up, and then he could hunt again. He looked back at the girl, Crystal. She had pretty dark pink hair that fell almost to the middle of her back. And Olavi thought his hair was unusual. Her skin was fair, but looked like it was sun-kissed ever so slightly, compared to Olavi, who avoided the sun if he could.

He realized that he had been staring at the girl, so he quickly adverted his gaze again back to the heavens. The stars are bright tonight, he thought. It was easy for him to see most, if not all, of the constellations that were present tonight.

"I'm fine," Crystal said when Olavi asked if she was okay, her voice still quiet. Maybe she did get a scrape or two, but it's not like she was going to tell some stranger. She glanced at her house, and realized that she was supposed to be sleeping. Well, actually, she was supposed to be going on a walk to help her sleep, but some guy came and it would be rude to walk away. Well, she could walk away if she really wanted to, but as much as she wanted to walk away, she found herself staying.

((I only wrote a paragraph. D: teh world iz going to ennnddd nooooooooo!1!!!!!1one

Yes. I'm sane. Perfectly sane. xD))

[[Nooo~!]] [[lol, did I not give you enough to reply on?]]

"Are you sure? You aren't bleeding, are you?"  If Olavi had a heartbeat, he probably would've paled considerably. Blood was never a good thing, especialy when you're a vampire. Well, Olavi had to admit that he needed blood to survive, but he'd rather not go around and start attacking people before the new moon. He was going to look the girl over, but Olavi knew that she probably whould've thought he was a pervert if he did.

"It's getting late out. Why are you not inside sleeping?" Olavi questioned.

((You gave me enough to reply on. My brain just wasn't working. :P))

Crystal rolled her eyes. "I'm not bleeding," she said, a bit annoyed that he was so worried. Why would he care if she was bleeding? It's not like she was going to die if she was bleeding. She wasn't bleeding, but still, if she was, it's not much of a big deal. Unless he was a vampire, but vampires aren't real. They're just made up creatures that are put into horror movies to scare people. If vampires were real, then why wasn't it on the news? Maybe they stayed well hidden or something, but vampires couldn't exist. That's just impossible. When he asked her why she wasn't sleeping, she hesitated. Now she was going to tell him more information? At first she didn't want to answer, but she answered since just standing there and not saying anything would make her look like a freak. The last thing she would want is some freak thinking she was the freak.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided I'd walk outside to help me relax," she said. "Why are you asking me so many questions?"

[[ The last sentience on the first paragraph made me lol ]]

"...Erk..." Olavi managed to mumble out. She defiantly probably thought he was a pervert now! How could he be so stupid? He should've never talked to her in the first place, he should've stayed talking to the tree and hopped that it would say something back! "I'm just... Interested in knowing...?" His answer ended up sounding more like a question than anything.

"I... err...Got to go. My mak- father, yeah, my father is waiting for me." He hurried around her and quickly started walking away, praying to all of the Finish and Norse gods he knew that she wouldn't follow.

Crystal was actually delighted that he left. She didn't even bother to wave. She was about to go back to her walk when she realized she was already getting tired. She headed for her house, not even turning back to look at Olavi once. When she reached her house, she eagerly opened the door, and felt joy flow through her when she was home. Home sweet home. She had only been away for a few minutes, but talking to Olavi made it seem longer.

She ran upstairs, put the keys and flashlight in their places, and changed back into her pajamas. She got into her bed, and she was a little shocked at how sleepy she was starting to feel. She closed her eyes, and it wasn't long before she fell asleep.

((Should we time skip to the next day?))

[[Yep. But by day, do you mean night? I'm confused, so I'm just going to write something compleatly pointless.]]

Olavi went home to his maker before the sun came up. His maker was not happy that he had ran away and punched him in the cheek. The action hurt painfully, and Olavi could tell that it was going to bruise later. He maker immediately apologized and hugged him before sending Olavi to bed.