Name: Alexandreina (Reina for short)
Age: 21
Race: Romani Gypsy (Human)
Personality: Alexandreina cares deeply for everything around her. She is easy going and fun loving, seemingly the docile creature women are meant to be, but don't be fooled, she is wise beyond her years, slightly cheeky, independant and strong.
Appearance:

Brief Biography: The Romani gypsies walk a very thin line in this world. On the one hand they're great entertainment and fun to have around, on the other hand they are fortune tellers and witches, going against all that's good and holy. Alexandriena is no exception to this rule.

She has lived her entire life in uncertainty. not knowing whether the next person she meets is going to attack her or befriend her, or simply pay for her next meal. Not that she minds, it's all she's ever known.

She lives and travels with the rest of her tribe, as there's safety in numbers, but If she's not sleeping or travelling she will be doing her own thing. Living her own life, and getting into her own trouble most likely.

Name: Zane Troy
Age: 20
Race: Werepanther
Appearance:http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r76/Angel_of_Death911/OCs/ZaneT.jpg His hair is a deep violet in color and his eyes are deep emerald green with gold flecks.
Personality: Zane is really a very calm and outgoing person, but when angered can become very violent. It takes a lot usually to anger him though. He loves to meet new people and try new things, but becomes a bit more cautious and wary around the time of the full moon.
Background/Bio: Zane grew up in a small forest community of werepanthers, but as he got older, he decided that he wanted to go out and explore the world. His parent’s reluctantly allowed him to leave and he was excited at first about it, but quickly learned that it could be dangerous for him traveling because of the full moon. Eventually he figured out an easy way to make it around while still being near a forest around the full moon. Zane is able to go through partial changes at any time, but must fully change on the full moon.

The bustling streets of Hadzor seemed to have been directly influenced by maze designs. They twisted this way and that, taking an Eastern road could often take you to the west, laughter and smiles seemed to prey on peoples confusion, while kind words only served to add to it. What did they really care of another lost stranger? They'll buy you a drink and hear your tale, but did they really care? Of course not. Humans rarely care for anyone but themselves. A lesson Alexandreina had learnt a long time ago.

Reaching out her slender fingers, she touched the bakers sign and sighed. Another Bakers? How many bakers did one town need? A slow smile spread across her ruby lips as she answered herself. Her fingers lowered from the sign and her bare feet skipped lightly around the street corner. Her brightly coloured gypsy skirt floating out behind her, stannding out from the white, cream and beige so many women chose to wear. Of course, she couldn't blame them, dyes were expensive.

Brushing her long black hair from her dark brown, almost black eyes she began to hum a soft, and somewhat beatiful melody as she walked. Where exactly was she heading? Nowhere in particular, the Tyrra tibe had only visited this town once before and it wasn't for very long, Alexandriena hadn't had the chance to explore before now.

After a few more minutes, words began to drip from her smiling lips. The lyrics to the tune she hummed, soothing and haunting, a childs lullabye, sang to no one but herself, yet catching the attention of a few townsmen as she swept by."Lollay, lollay little child
Child, lollay, lullow
Oh hush thee, my baby
The night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green
The moon or the cold looks downward to find
At rest in the hollow that wrestle between
Where pillow meet pillow..."

Zane stared out of the forest, his emerald eyes almost seeming to glow. Not far from where he was standing, was Hadzor. It wasn't a particularly interesting place from what he could see, yet there was something about it that interested him. After a moment of thought, he stepped out onto the nearest road.
Now if only there was some way to change my hair color. he thought in irritation. It had always been a vibrant deep violet color for as long as he could remember and it made it hard to remain anonymous. Those that saw him weren't likely to forget him simply because of his hair.

As he entered the town, he met people's open stares, as if challenging them to say something, but most just turned away, their faces flushing with embarrasment.

The song died on her lips and her footsteps faultered. Her fingers swept her hair out of her eyes as she looked around her in confusion "Acesta este un maze" She breathed quietly to herself as she recognized where she was. A few passerbys cast funny glances in her direction, but she didn't really care. She wasn't talking to them so why should she not use her native tongue?

She turned around on the spot, her dark brown, almost black eyes taking in every little detail around her. Apparently she must have seemed lost, or helpless or some other such thing, because a man approached her politely to ask if she was lost. He was met with a slow smile and a shake of the head as she replied "Not at all dear man. I am simply admiring your town."

A look of confusion registered upon his face, for only a moment, before she moved away from him, heading curiously down anothe path. "Strange child." He muttered to himself, but didn't follow her.

After entering the town, Zane decided maybe it would be best if he stuck to the side streets more. He could perhaps avoid too much attention that way. Besides, he felt better being near the shadows.

A few times, people opened their mouths as if to say something, but a single glance their way, and they hurried about their business as though they hadn't seen him.

This wasn't the ideal situation. Not really anyway, but he didn't have any other choice other than to walk along the main streets. He still didn't know why he was here though and what better place to look than the shadowy back streets?

Eventually Alexandriena tired with exploring the town and headed back to the market place that she had passed a while earlier. Built up areas wore thin on her rather quickly, the only things they ever offered her was food and work. As she headed back to the market she contemplated whether she should just buy some bread and leave, or find somewhere to try and earn some extra money.

It wasn't long before Zane caught the scents of the market. His mouth watered from the smell of breads and meats. It had been a long time since he had last had a real meal. Without consiously doing it, he found himself moving out from the dark back streets and toward the market.

Soon he was standing back in the shadows of a side-street, watching the people moving about in the market. He wondered briefly if he'd ever fit in as well as the people did, but he didn't wait for himself to change his mind about entering the bustling crowd and slipped out, heading for where he could smell fresh bread.

Her fingers plucked the leather money pouch from the belt at her waist as she approached the bread stall. Picking out a loaf of bread and depositing the required coins in the sellers palm...Immediatly she retracted her fingers and backed away, turning suddenly and almost knocking into a purple haired man. "I'm sorry." She breathed, stepping to one side.

Zane stared for a moment at the woman who had run into him before he managed to regain his senses.
"It was my fault entirely," he said lightly, " I shouldn't have been standing where you wished to walk."
Then with a slight nod, he wished her a good day and passed, wandering off amongst the food stalls buying the occsional piece of bread or scrap of meat.