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Kande & Elara
Name: Domilo
Gender: Male Age: over 600 but looks 20 Appearance:http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs7/i/200...by_celleuh.jpg Bio: Domilo was bitten in the dead of night in his young adult hood and he has been forced to wander the earth for over 600 years, watching his one and only love die before his eyes without him aging a day. He has now withdrawn from society and lives alone atop a silent hill in a delapadated cottage, wishing his pain would disapear. Personality: He is clever, and loving but longs to find someone like him to share his love with, he is quiet, withdrawn for modern day life, he is troubled and athletic, fast enough to escape being spotted by the public. |
Name: Camilla
Gender: Female Age: nineteen Appearance: http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b2...er/Camilla.jpg Bio: When man plays god, disaster is destined to strike. When man creates a new species, for his own desires, it would surely create turmoil. Man has always had sick and twisted desires but till this point no one knew to what extent. By genetically mutating human embryos and feline embryos man created a new race of catlike men called Neko. These Neko were born to be slaves to man, born to be pets. Just like in the pet stores of the early millennium there came a new pet store. This one selling only Neko. Neko had the cognitive ability of any human but both the tendencies and desires of both their animal genes and human genes. |
It was dark and cold, the wind whistling through the trres, rain splashing over the windows of the house. A slate fell from the roof and cracked into peices on the stone bellow. He watched from the window, the room dark too. Domilo loved storms, he felt much calmer and happier knowing that the world was miserable too. A fork of lightening streaked the sky and a clap of thunder rumbled through the cool dark night.
As he watched the storm he thought, as he often did at times like this. He thought about his past life, his family, his friends, his dog, his love. He thought of her most, her pale clear skin, her long red hair, her emerald green eyes that shined like the sun. He sighed. He had watched her grow old, her wondering why he never aged. They got married. She wanted children, though he knew that was not possible. Soon she got tired of him. Of his ways and left. She ran, ran far away, to start a new life. Changed her nam, re-married an dhad the life she deserved. He had watched her from a distance, her smile, her laugh, her live. Sadly she also watched her die. Alone. She was out at night, coming back from visiting her mother. It was cold, snow was falling. She was returning to her husband and two young childre, girls, both exactly like her. She turned down an alley and came across a man. He robbed her, stole her bag, all her money, the gold locket around her neck, even her wedding ring. Then to finnish the job, conceal his identiy he stabbed her. Repeatedly. It was torture to watch. The love of his life, dying in the cold hard streets of the city. He had a decision to make, to stay with her, watch her die, or follow the man that did it, and watch him die. He chose the latter. He tailed him, got him on his own and did what he did to his love. He stabbed him, and then, with much pleasure, drained all the blood from his body. As he returned to the alley where it all took place she was gone. Someone found her. They took her to a nurse who pronounced her dead. Her family broke down, along with Domilo. He shook those thoughts from his head and looked out at the storm. |
(woah for epic post...)
Camilla groaned, waking up was never fun. Even thought it was set for 6:45am. No one would like getting up that early. She sighed and then smiled as her kitten began licking her face. Yawning with a stretch she got out of bed, pushing the sheets away. Shortly after wiping her sparkling blue eyes she climbed into the shower. Washing her long white hair, cleaning up, she was able to get out. After the quick shower she changed into some jean shorts and a pink tank top. She then went into the kitchen feeding Truman, her puppy, she grabbed an apple and her keys. Locking the door behind her she went for a walk. She lived near a beautiful park and today was the day she was going to get that picture. She worked for the local newspaper and today there was a small concert in the park and she had to take pictures of it. She made sure she had everything she needed. She checked things off her list and finally stepped to the sidewalk. She groaned when she looked up. The skies were almost black and it was still morning hours. She groaned again and ran back into the house. There was no way she was going to miss this concert. She grabbed new camera equipment for the rain and a hoddie and headed back out into the storm. It was black out even though it was daytime she sighed as she walked back outside. |
((lol, I never realised how long it was until I finnished it))
Domilo woke up, a crick in his neck. He must have fallen asleep watching the storm. The sun was high in the sky, warm and bright. He groaned. He loved the dull rainy days, so he could walk in the park, go out, loose himself in the outdoors. He sat up and twisted his neck until he heard that satysfying crack, it always made his love cringe. He could remember what she would alway say too. "Domilo! Must you make that awful nose? You shall do yourself a mischief, and don't come crying to me when you do!" He would laugh and say the excat same reply. "When I do myself a mischief trust me, you, my dear Rosaline, are the last I would come to for sympathy." He smiled to himself as he though, he liked to remember the good times. The lovely long walks they would take each sunday with their dog. They would climb up a huge hill and then have a picnic, lovely sandwiches that Rosaline would make. He grinned as he remembered some of the less tasty cooking she made. Once she made a god awful stew with lumps of fat floating everywhere. Dsgusting. He was sick of wallowing in his own memories and decided to go out. He pulled on his shoes and a black hooded top and went out the creaky door outside. He breathed in the the fresh after storm air and smiled. He walked down the hill, steep and rocky. He would go to the park, retrace the long walked routes. |
Camilla was happy for her news- press pass. It enabled her to get backstage and wherever she needed to be for set up. She hooked up various tripods around the general viewing area in front of the stage.
She looked around and then up, the sun was still behind the clouds but maybe it would come out a little bit so she could have some nice natural light. She finished setting up her shots and focus everything before grabbing her camera and taking a walk. She had a few minutes before it started so she went to the little cafe and got a smoothie. She looked around as she walked, her ears flat against her head. It felt like everyone was staring at her, well they were. She knew how it felt to be watched like a hawk and looked at like some kind of monster, it happened to her so much and it still hurt when they did. It had been years and she still wasn't used to it. She sighed softly before putting on a fake smile and sipping her smoothie. |
As Domilo had gotten to the bottom of the hill a large grey cloud had ebbed its way across the bleak sky and covered up the suns rays. He smiled to himself, now today would be a perfect day for a walk. He whistled a slow, somber tune simmilar to the funeral march as he walked. A few spots of rai fell on his head from the high, oak trees and a light wind rustled its way thorugh the leaves and the branches.
As he got closer to town he heard the noise the rabel and the people. He groaned, they always ruined his trips, people. A flyer blew in his face as the wind got up, he looked at it. It was for a concert, today. He smiled to himslef, he loved music, listening to the way it changed throughout the centuries, from tinkly symphonies to hardcore rap, he was an avid fan. He decided to go. He could climb at the very back atop the hill, he could still here and with his binoculars he could see it too. It was a major thing, not just one band nut a more festival feel. It starts in an hour, if he was quick he could get comfy before it starts. He siled and strode off towards the other end of town, ebjoying the peace as most people were allready at the stage front, drink in hand and voices raised. He got to the bottom of the large hill behind the concert and climbed to the top. the grass at the top was long and lush and when the sun was out it was roasting. Today however it was grey and bleak, the grass slightly damp sending a wave of cold up his body as he sat down, patiently, waiting for the concert to start. |
Camilla grabbed her black camera with her 10x zoom lens and picked it up placing it on her eye. She turned around looking through the lens trying to spot the perfect picture. Her ears perking as the wind picked up. She looked over toward the direction of the wind and saw a man sitting on a hill. She twisted the base of the camera as it zoomed in more to get the perfect shot. He was so far away he wouldn't notice her taking his picture so it would be alright. Besides, the hill and stormy background made the picture extra creepy.
She swirled the lenses around until the perfect image was in the frame. She clicked and got the picture. She instantly pressed a button and looked at the picture she had just taken. It turned out amazing. She smiled to herself as she turned back around looking to the stage. Everyone was so loud and crazy and once the concert started it was going to be even worse. She saw a great action shot of two kids chasing each other and snapped away. She kept moving backwards as she got more and more pictures of different things in front of her. At least she was until she tripped. She fell backwards tripping over a pair of feet and landed in someones lap, the camera in her lap now. Her ears lowered as she looked up at the face and blushed brightly. It was the man on the hill and he was a lot cuter in person. She quickly scrambled off of him and said "I am really sorry... I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.." she rambled on as she looked back to him finally shutting up. Blushing deeply she said "sorry about that..." as she looked up at him. |
I watched the concert atmosphere, people running having fun, and one very pretty girl taking pictures. She was walking backwards and tripped over one mans feet, she tumbled right into my lap. I grinned at her as she stood up making her aploogies. Normally I woul scowl, go mad, make them pay! But she was different, she had a bright feel to her, a warmth I had not felt in some time.
"Don't worry, its fine," he said to her in his deep but lyrical voice, he flashed her a rere sile too. "wabt to sit and watch the concert with me?" Domilio patted the grass next to him and looked up at her. "I am Domilo by the way," he added, turning back to the stage. |
Camilla looked down to him and relaxed as he didn't scream. He didn't pull her tail or hut her ears, he must be a nice guy. She looked at his eyes and then his smile. "uhh sure..." she said with a huge blush as she sat down next to him. "my name is Camilla..." she said softly as she pulled out her camera and looked in the lens. She looked out and into the field of people catching a few quick shots before looking back to him. "do you live around here?" she asked softly.
Looking up to the sky she frowned as she grabbed the camera cover. She placed it around it and then suddenly looked back at him. "sorry... my new camera.. don't want it to get wet if it rains" she said with a small blushing smile as her tail moved back and forth slowly. Her ears perked up as she looked back to him with another blushing smile. |
Domillo smiled when she sat down. He watched as he protected her camera from the elements and watched as her tail twitched slowly. He smiled at her and carefully listened to her before deciding on a reply.
"Yeah, I live just out of the town centre," he said carefully. "Nice camera. What is it you do anyway? Are you like a professional photographer or a reporter or what?" Domilo was curious, he had seen lots of news titles, living thourgh all disastors, travelling from country to country to experiance them. He had great admiration for reporters, how they could write so casually about the worlds greatest tradgedies was amazing. He always loved photographers to. How the capture the action the moment it happen, timing is a must. If they are even just one second late the shot is thrown out. Though if she was a profesional why does she need to have to buy her own camera? He grinned as her cheeks turned a rose colour. "No need to blush, I am not the type to make fun of neko's. I think they are amazong, most people say science gone wrong, I think medical marvel. What do you think?" Domillo had beenthere when the first neko was created. The newspapers were going mad. Headlines like "mad catman goes one step to far" and "A human cat, what will they think of next" Domilo thought that they were going a bit far, discriminating against them because they were different, he hated that, they were still people after all |
Camilla smiled at him and held her camera. It was her first digital SLR. She loved the changing lenses and being able to see it quickly. "Well.. I am a professional photographer and a journalist..." she said softly. She worked for the local paper, sometimes she wrote for the pictures and other times it was just the pictures. "I am a photographer first and journalist second.." she said as she smiled at him.
She loved taking pictures so much and especially because of what she was, her nature, she had a very interesting perspective on her shots and she had a quick finger so she was able to get the best shot almost every time. When he said don't blush she blushed deeper. Her ears lowered as he spoke but then said "well I think it is a bit of both... especially me... I WAS the result of a science experiment.. or so I was told.." she said softly looking away for a minute. Her ears perked up as he said that they were amazing. He didn't think she was weird or some kind of monster. People always made fun of her and it was hard for her to find a job or go to school. It wasn't until the editor saw her photos and then her race didn't matter. |
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