Hello and welcome to my little part of the "Anita-verse". This is my attempt at a Role-Play based on the books by Laurel K. Hamilton without recycling a plot from the books and without making it too far-fetched.
!!! Due to the nature of the books this role play is based on, there will be blood and most likely sexual situations. You have been warned. !!!!
~Rules~
*Follow the Mene ToS
* Violence and romance are allowed, even encouraged, but keep it pg-16 (IE- Fade to black when things are getting steamy)
* No God-Modding or Power-Playing
* Be semi-literate or above, we don't need our eyes bleeding FrMTlk LIek Dis LOL
* Keep OoC chat in something like ((this))
*Keep things as realistic as the books, lets not have purple Were-Wolves with wings running about, Savvy?
* I have a right and the power to change these rules at any time, as well as the power to boot you if you break the rules.

Rules on Original Characters will be listed on that post.
Index

1 Rules and Index
2 Story
2 1/2- Plot
3 Existing roles to be filled, Original Character guidelines and Skeleton
4 Original Characters accepted
5 Reserved

~STORY~

"A-....W-... What have you done?" The priestess uttered with her last calm breath, the swarm of seething, blood-red creatures clamoring over her body. The Vampire merely smiled, looking down at the woman with his unsettling umber eyes, her muffed screams like music to his ears.
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"High Master! There is an urgent problem!" The sound of rushed footsteps rang through the stone as the young vampire ran to the meeting hall, his dark pants and coat covered with a thick, shiny goo.

"What is it, Archeaus?" The Master of Wiltshire turned around to face the man, his pale green eyes cold and narrow.

"Master, one of the priestesses has broken her vows. She has invoked the blood on her own and was overcome. She unleashed the crimson plague!" He said, lowering his raven-topped head, his brown eyes to the ground, bowing in a way.

"What!? How did this happen?" The older, fairer vampire demanded, his voice sharp with anger. He walked down the few steps to the floor below and walked with a brisk stride, Archeaus in tow.

"I know not, I went to gather the priestesses as you asked for the ritual tonight, and I found her with a circle cast, the creatures devouring her already." He answered, keeping in stride with the taller vampire. They wound their way down the halls of the stone building, to the home of the priests and priestesses of the Coven.

"Here, my lord." Archeaus stopped and motioned to a dark oaken door on the left.

"Medea? How-" The Master Vampire cut himself off and looked to the pool of red, black and brown ooze seeping from under the door. "Get the High Priest and Priestess. We need to stop this, now." He said, the air about him getting a little colder as his gift flared to life.

Archeaus bowed and took his leave, walking quickly to gather the Coven. Screams could be heard out side, and the elder knew it was too late to contain it.
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The near-full moon shone overhead as the Coven of The Sanguine Moon stood in their sacred grounds, their robed forms standing on the line of blood, their blood.

"We are ready, My lord. The circle has been cast and the Munin of the old ones is with us." The High Priestess Estella spoke, her blue eyes pale and wolf-like.

"Then let us begin." He rose, and took the blade from her hand, it's silver sheen bright in the moonlight.
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This powerful coven in the united kingdom is performed a blood ritual to call for aid against the so-called Crimson Plague, and it seemed it did nothing. The children of the coven became frightened when is seemed the call was not answered, for they only had the word of their Master, Lucian. "The aid will come when we need it most."

~Plot~

It has been two weeks since the ritual had taken place and a hand full of powerful beings in the neighboring US have been getting strange dreams of an icy land and dark magic. They feel a pull, a need to be somewhere, but the question is, where?

Among those who feel the pull is Anita Blake, Vampire hunter and Necromancer. She isn't alone in this though, some of her closest friends and lovers feel it, and the pull is spreading each day, others out side of her group have felt it and it is only a matter of days before they are called to the battlefield for real.

~Existing Roles to be filled~

There are a handful of characters from the books that need to be played, any that are not filled I will try to play, though I would really like for some people to play them.

!You can have an original character as well as fill one of these roles!

Anita Blake, Vampire hunter and Necromancer: Played by Bikari
Richard Zeeman, Ulfric of the Thronnos Rokke Pack: Played by Drakina
Jamil, Sköll (second in command) of the Thronnos Rokke Pack:
Micah Callahan, Nimir-raj of the Blood-Drinkers Clan:
Rafael, the Rat King: Played by LaVida
Damian (so sad XD no title): Played by KageShio

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~Original Character Guidelines~

* We can't all be vampires, so please try to keep the numbers realistic. Example: 2-3 vampires, 5 Weres, 2-3 humans.
* Make sure your character is powerful in some way(they have to fight, after all) but no GMing
* If you wish to be a Vampire, keep in mind that a Master might not be welcomed too warmly
* Vampires can only have two "gifts" besides natural vampire skills
*Necromancy is a rare talent so not every human can be one
* No child characters, Minimum age of 17. The only exception to this rule is a Vampire who was turned as a child.

~Profile Skeleton~

UserName:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
I look like: (description or image)
Personality:
Brief bio:



Make sure you PM your profiles to me, Do not post them here!

~Accepted Profiles~

UserName: KageShio
[B]Name: Shiomataru Hiro (Hiro Shiomataru to you backwards English folk) also is known to go by Kage Shio,
Age: 1,067 (looks in his mid to late twenties)
Gender: Male
Species: Master Vampire (He doesn't count as one of the few from the US)
I look like: Slim and tall, over six foot, with mid-back black hair and curious eyes: one deep blue and one golden brown. His features are oriental despite his height, his skin is a sandy pale covered in scars from a hard life by the sword and his build is pure, lean muscle. His clothing usually consists of black slacks with a blood-red sash, a black top of some sort, heavy boots and a fedora. When "on the job" He has a black, ragged cloak that has seen better days, tight black cotton pants wrapped at the bottom and a black Japanese tunic-top bound at the forearms. Soft boots give him a light, silent step when "working". He also can be seen with an assortment of blades, from Katana to Sabers, you can bet your life he has a blade on him. (picture will be provided when finished)
Personality: Depending on the situation and company, he is either cold, silent and serious, only dry humor as a break, or he is warm, friendly and can even be talkative, with heavy doses of sarcasm.
Brief bio: Hiro grew up in japan and lived by the sword as his father and his father before him, Gaining many scars and titles early in his adult life. How and when he was turned is a mystery other than it was while he was in his homeland. He came to Europe after he broke away from his sire, attempting to get where the vampire could not reach him. Lucian found him and harbored the culture-shocked "young" vampire and made him part of his centuries-old coven, the Sangiune Moon. Hiro never stopped his training and became a sword for hire, an assassin for Lucian. He broadened his scopes after a century and accepted jobs from masters all over Europe, even counsel members have acknowledged his skills, giving him a reputation among vampires everywhere.

He came to the US on a mission when the Crimson Plague was unleashed in his home, he has also gotten the call of distress, but has yet to dispatch of his quarry to return home. He spoke with Lucian briefly and has been told to find those who heard the call and bring them back to Wiltshire.

Originally Posted by Scarebear

UserName: Scarebear

Name: Betha Russell

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Species: Wereleopard

I look like: Betha is a short woman, only an inch or two taller than Anita. She's in shape and is a red head with bright green eyes.In her leopard form she is 5ft. in legnth with a height of 22 inches.



Personality: Generally friendly overall. Doesn't normally start any fights, but she can be rather feisty and finish one.

Brief bio: Betha is the newest leopard in the Blooddrinkers Clan. She had a rough childhood and is very secretive about her past. Micah is the only person she has given any details about it to.

UserName: Bikari
Name: Monty
Age: 493
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
I look like: Monty is 5'7", built like a dancer and there are tattoos scattered about his skin. He almost looks androgynous, but his features are just a touch masculine for anyone to mistake him for a female. He has long, straight, black hair and amber eyes. He wears simple clothes; Black or white wife beaters, jeans, black boots or sneakers, t-shirts of all kinds anything that says something witty. He also constantly is changing his earrings, usually something interesting adorns them.
Personality: Monty likes to joke a lot, but when he is in a pinch, he gets down to business. He fights well, and can hold his own. Monty is from Belle's line and therefore has powers wrapped in sex, and it is reflected in his jokes and the way he chooses to deal with things.
Brief bio: Monty is originally from Britain. He grew up in a down-trod area and resorted to thievery. he eventually had to leave London and managed to get passage to France.
While there he came across a wealthy french woman and sought to pick her pocket. As crazy-random-happenstance would have it, the woman just happened to be Bellemorte. Monty spent the next few years as her servant. One night, Belle called him to her room, this had happened many times, but the difference this night was that this time she was dressed to go out. She commanded him to follow her and he did. Together they went out and on one corner she had him stay there. She then walked up to the first person she met and kissed her. She then becconed Monty over. When he got there he noticed the woman was staring vacantly past him. While he looked at her belle leaned in close and bit him on the right side of his neck. He wanted to push her away, but knew she would punish him severely. As his life blood was sucked away and he sank into her arms he thought 'So this is it then'. Belle pulled away, "Non, you will live in a manner." With that she opened her wrist and made him drink. From then on he was a vampire. He drank from the young girl that very night.
Now he lives where he will. He keeps himself under the radar and travels the country. Recently he has found a safe harbor with Jean Claude. Monty strips to earn his keep while he stays In Jean Claude's city. Monty has often spent time with Jason and Nathaniel back stage and has, on occasion, spoken with Anita or Micah.

UserName: Drakina

Name: Dana Jaekilsin

Age: 37

Gender: female

Species: were-rattlesnake

I look like: 5' 6" tall, dark brown hair, hanging loosely to her shoulder blades, slightly tanned skin, hazel eyes. Usually wears loose gray or green pants, tucked into shin-high combat boots, and brightly colored tank tops, with a black sweater tied around her waist. She speaks with a slight southern drawl. (Snake) eastern diamondback rattler (Were form) must I? a cross between the other two...

Personality: Quiet and withdrawn, but fairly easily angered. Prefers to listen without speaking, but will say something when asked directly or she feels she needs to.

Brief bio: Grew up with her parents in norther Tennessee , but was unhappy with the area. She wanted to see more, to go someplace new and start over, especially when she pissed off most of the other snakes in the city. So when she got a scholarship for a culinary school out of state, she leaped at the opportunity. After that, she moved to St. Louis, setting up a little pastry shop and making a decent living off of it. There were no other rattlers in the city, so she felt safe enough, not being pressured into something.

Originally Posted by CaptainCrossbones
Username: CaptainCrossbones
Name: Chase McMillan
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
I Look Like:


Personality: comical, fun-loving, and playful
Brief Bio: A new member of the Thronos Rokke, he is of low rank, taken in by the clan when his old clan fell apart.

Username: LaVida
Name: Sunny Drew
Age: About 20 (actual years: 50)
Gender: Female
Species: Were-dove(Dove Mane) (experimented specimen)
I look like: Drew

The bar code on the right side of her stomach was used in the lab to identify her as a specimen. After she got out, she got the green and purple rose tattoo in memory of her dead sister.
Personality: Although she looks about 20, her personality is that of a high school girl because she never got to mature properly in the world outside her own. She likes to volunteer and try out a ton of new stuff. Drew is usually a very happy and lively spirit with an endless amount of determination, but after all she has been through, she tends to have her cold-sided moments.....very cold... and also, she tends to have troubles handling her anger (as in getting in very embarrassing situations or getting someone/herself hurt) but she is VERY hard to piss off.
Brief Bio: Drew was born in a lab with her twin sister Snow. The first thing she remembers is lab-coats and needles. Scientists were trying to develop a were-dove that could support a human body, yet still be able to fly. The reason current were-animals weren't able to fly with partial shape-shifting was because a human body was usually too big and heavy to carry. So, the scientists made Drew and her sister's extremely sturdy, yet light enough to fly. At the age of 10, both Drew and Snow were adopted into a second experiment. Scientists from the same laboratory were holding a different experiment, except that the human that they kidnapped died. So, they asked Drew's lab testers if they could use their creations instead because they were stronger. The experiments that were done on her were supposed to make her immortal. From the point she sees it, her life just got a tiny bit longer, not buy much and she's still waiting for the whole "immortal" effect to stop her growth spurt. Because of the "immortal" experiment, when Drew was 40 (actual years), her sister Snow died from "unknown causes". That was when Drew decided enough was enough, she broke out of the Lab and destroyed everything and anything that had experiments about her and/or her sister on it. She is currently studying in college and loves to volunteer and help others out. She loves sweet things, especially chocolate and she prefers to be called Drew, since that's what she's been called for over 40 years.

UserName: Staria
Name: Sarah De’gare
Age: 18
Gender: female
Species: Vampire
I look like: She has long, slightly wavy brown hair that goes past a few inches past her ass that she tends to wear either down or in braided pigtails twisted into various styles if she‘s working or something. She has near perfect facial features…except for a single jagged scar completely down the right side of her face and down her torso, extending all the way between her breasts down almost to her belly button. This scar is the result of the accident that killed her brother. She has eyes that are almost the same shade of blue green but not quite, one eye greener and the other bluer. The scar also makes one eye tilt slightly further down then the other though a little mascara makes it nearly unnoticeable.. Nearly. To hide this scar she favors hoodies, scarves, and/or long sweeping bangs. She is very shapely of build, particularly up top which something she is intensely and irrationally embarrassed of so often hides beneath loose and ill-fitting clothing giving her the false appearance of being a little pudgy, and around 5’7.

Personality: She tends to be quiet and polite as that was just the way she was raised. Once she’s comfortable she tends to talk a little more, however, as within she is a very emotional person. She is fairly innocent and tends to believe the best about people… Despite this she is very observant and good at puzzling things out.

Brief bio: Sarah was born a twin and was raised by Atheist parents who are very hard line… if it can not be touched, it is not real or important. This does not apply to just religions, however, but even basic human emotion. Perhaps this was their way of dealing with Sarah’s twin brother’s death when the two were seven. Sarah, being not only emotional but occasionally even inclined to psychic abilities, did not fit their world view… so none to surprisingly they butted heads… finally culminating in an argument where her father told her a ‘daydreaming fool’ like her was useless and that the family would be ‘better off without her‘ implying cruelly that it would had been better if her brother lived and she had died in the accident. He immediately regretted the words spouted in anger but once said it could not be erased as he’d touched upon a nerve for the whole family.
Defiantly and with a wounded heart Sarah left then, a few days before her eighteenth birthday. It took her little time till she found her way to Saint Louis City, working as a waitress as she submits her writing to various publishers and tries to prove to herself her dreamy ideals are not worthless.
Shortly afterwards she met a young vampire though she didn’t know it at the time. He showed up at one of her tables at work every day and easily swept her off her feet, in two weeks convincing her to let him move in with her. Even she knew it was naïve and stupid… but she thought herself in love even only knowing him two weeks. Over the next three weeks he would feed off her twice. The first time she was so confused she didn’t know what happened… the second time she was awake enough to figure it out and knew what he’d done….and what he was. Confronting him as he walked her home for work he responded by saying going to leave her just as he always did when one of his ‘donors’ dared say anything as he was just too scared and disgusted with what he was to deal with it any other way.
She responded by calling him a “leeching coward” for wanting to just run away rather then talk about it with her and to just leave then, hitting a nerve unknown to her.. He shouted at her to shut up, she responded in anger and hurt with more words. In anger he shoved her into the alley they were passing and pushed her against the wall, loosing control of his instincts and feeding on her. Realizing that this was magic feeding number three he dropped her to the ground, but too late… He was far too young to be allowed this….Fearing the consequences, and the idea of having to deal with a newly turned vampire, he fled…leaving her bleeding in the alley where he’d killed her and changed everything…

Name: Nana
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Were-cat
I look like:
Personality: Cheerful around people she knows, but normally shy in public.
Brief bio: led a normal human life until she was recently turned Werecat. She has no known family, and no memory of them. She also has no memory of her turned her into what she is. shes in Saint Louis and has been a were cat for several months. She also wants to find others of her kind.She has no other powers other than the ability to become a Werecat. Her worse enemies are vampires because she believes they killed her family.

UserName:Lune Selet
Name: Ilithyia Chronios
Age: 21
Gender: female
Species: Human
I look like:
Personality: Very calm and soft spoken, has an aura of peace that tends to influence those around her. Very wise beyond her years and often finds herself in the middle of conflicts mediating.
Brief bio: Normal Greek family(we all know what thats like). Grew up in St. Luis. her family owned a greek restaurant. Typical but delicious. She really dislikes going to the blood quarter. Solitary witch who practices earth magic, but has done research on several types of energy work. She was born clairvoyant. Its been an ongoing struggle to try to control it. Being brought up strong minded helped with control it.

UserName: Staria
Name: Nayeli Aingeal
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Human
I look like: She has white hair, that was once a dark almost brown red, due to the necro’s experiment that drained the color from hair but the rest of her features, from her high cheekbones to her dark tanned skin is that of her native american bloodline. She is of slender build, 5’11 and willowy. She always wears a black sash to hide the empty sockets that were once her doe brown eyes, her choppy, little past chin length hair having seeping bangs that cover much of the cloth. She has various tattoos over her form, Including one of her spirit totem, the crow, on her shoulder.
She tends to dress in mainly black with random bright colored accessories, finding it simply easier to dress in all black for obvious reasons. She loves corsets but tends to pair them with plain old jeans and black hiking boots. She often wears silver and turquoise jewelry that belonged to various members of her family.
Personality: Though soft spoken and even gentle most of the time she’s confident and stubbornly independent. Should you push her she can turn hard and cold in an instant. Nothing seems to scare her, except small spaces…. She has an odd sense of humor and tends to find amusement in everything, no matter how inappropriate. She tends to keep this humor to herself but giggle still, making it appear to be laughter out of the blue giving her a slightly crazed appearance…
Brief bio: She was born gifted in the magic arts but particularly necromancy. She could see through the eyes of the dead when she closed her own, though at first this would simply show her coffin lids during her sleep and she’d wake up screaming. This caused her to seek help from a necromancer, wanting it to stop. The necromancer instantly was fascinated with her ability and caged her then and there….His experiments ultimately culminating in removing her very eyes…
It was within a few hours that the vampire assassin Hiro would show up, killing him. Seeing her newly blind and helpless he took her back with him. She became a part of the coven and Hiro’s Pomme De sang. She seems to worry about him, a ridiculous thing all things considered but she does.

~Reserved~

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~This RP is now Open!~

Monty waits for Nathaniel to finish his routine, pondering his dreams of late. He can't help but think about them. He shouldn't be dreaming at all. He jokes with the other dancers and waits. When Nathaniel comes backstage, he goes to him, "Hey, Nate!" Nathaniel turns, "Is Anita picking you up tonight?"
"Sorry, no. Did you want to talk with her?"
"Actually, yes. It may be important, so can you tell her that i would like to meet with her soon to talk? If i need to make an appointment, that's fine."
"I'll talk with her, but is there a specific reason you want to speak with her?"
"I just have a question. That's all. Thank you." He looks around, "So who is picking you up anyway?"
"Micah will. Anita has a corpse to raise, and Micah should be finishing his meeting soon."
"Well, see you later, and thank you for the help." He walks out to head to the Circus.

Dana wiped her forehead of sweat. Clean, finally. After the stray dog had run in and knocked over the open bag of flour that she had been using, she hadn't gotten very much baking done. "Oh, well. I have to at least try to get some sleep. Damn dreams," she muttered to herself, closing and locking the door to her shop before heading out to get a drink before going back home. She slipped into the establishment, easing past already drunk people to get to the bar. "Hey," she called to the bartender, waiting as he dealt with another patron before heading over.
"Your usual?" he asked, pulling out a glass.
"Yeah, just one, tonight," she replied, pulling out the money and handing it to him. She took the drink, staring absently out the window while she drank, thinking about her old life.

Mis-Matched eyes flickered with power behind them as Hiro stalked the roofs of Chicago, the city's lights seeming to fade before they reached his black-cloaked form. He drew back the tattered hood of his cloak, his pale skin nearly luminescent in the few patches of remaining moonlight. He could feel her running below the city, smell her blood mixing with the street drain and sewage. He closed his eyes and stepped back into the darkest of shadows on the roof, willing them to embrace him. He furrowed his brows as the power engulfed him, the world blurring and reforming. He opened his eyes to his new surroundings, the dank stone walls of the sewers still echoing the Were's sloshing steps. "Hayaku, hayaku..." His baritone voice whispered almost playfully to his prey. He moved up onto the thin line of stone against the wall, keeping his feet out of the water as he followed the scent of his target, silently drawing a gleaming blade.

It wasn't long till he caught up with her, blood-loss has slowed her to a crawl. She snarled and swiped at him, but only caught the edge of his tattered cloak in her wet, half-formed hands. He twisted away, the fabric tearing more, sliding from her grasp. "Naughty Kitty, that's not a toy...." he taunted in his haunting, soft voice. The Were snarled again and swiped at his legs, her movements slow, and let out a scream that was not human nor animal. He had driven his silver-bladed sword into her arm, the tip hitting the stone below with sparks. He then leaned in close as she writhed in pain, his odd eyes dead and emotionless. He drew his second sword, "Ippen, shinde miru?" He whispered, staring into her golden-flecked eyes as he ran her through, the silver blade piercing her heart. She made a sharp hiss of a scream, and her head rolled back. She was dead.

Hiro flicked the blood from his swords and watched the body slip into the dark water. He cleaned the blades with an edge of his cloak, and stepped back into the purest of shadows, sheathing his blades as the world began to blur.

Monty stops in a bar on the way to the circus and sees a weresnake. She is drinking and he hasn't seen her before. He walks up to the bar, "Hey, Dave." He nods, grunting. Monty leans against the bar and looks at the were. "What's your name, pretty one?"

Dana looked over at the man suddenly next to her, trying not to show her surprise. She'd been thinking too deeply again. "Dana," she said, taking in what he looked like. Just a bit taller than her, wearing obviously comfortable clothes. Odd, for a vampire..."You?"

"Monty. Now what's a pretty girl doing drinking alone," Monty asks, flirting a little.

Chase walked down the dark sidewalk. The crisp night air feeling nice against the bare chest that was exposed due to his open leather jacket. He was dressed all in black, heavy black boots, and black pants that hung low, revealing a little silver bellybutton ring. He wore nothing under his black leather jacket, his reddish brown hair hung shaggy around his face. He wore a black fedora pulled down covering his eyes. His golden brown eyes glowed in the moonlight as he walked out of the shadows and in fron of the bar. He was pretty new in town and he didn't really know everyone, and most people didn't recognize him either. He walked into the bar and quickly looking around, making his way to the bar and sitting down on a empty barstool.

Dana smiled. "Drinking alone, for the most part," she replied. "Why did you want to know?" Her tone of voice didn't hold any anger, at least not yet. Merely curiosity. She glanced at the new person, noticing the scent and taking note of it. "You might find a better meal in him, I've heard snake doesn't taste all that good."

Chase ordered a beer and took a long swig of it before noticing the conversation going on near him. Hmm...a were-snake, I've never met one of those before. He took another swig, looking in there direction. He chuckled a little to himself, he didn't really know if he chuckled loud enough for the other two to hear him.

He ignores her flippant retort and says, "No not really, but, then again, you would have to be a willing victim is i didn't want to anger the Executioner. Now him, i'm not sure. If he is one of Richards wolves, then i don't want to bother. He is a dick and no meal is worth the aggravation."

Dana's eyebrows shot up. "Really, now?" She smiled, turning to really face Monty. "I've stayed out of his way. No reason for one little snake to cross his path." She looked at the werewolf again. He was nothing too exceptional, except for his scent. "The cobras are a slightly different matter with me. They tolerate me."

Chase sat up and leaned over the bar, looking dead at the vampire. "Yes I am of the Thronos Rokke, but I'm new," he grinned, almost innocently like. "And you are....?"

"Oh yes beyond the usual everyday dicks you meet on the street." Monty turned to the young werewolf, "Monty. And you?"

Chase flashed a grin at the vampire. "Chase, it's a pleasure Monty. And you?," he nodded to the female were-snake.

"Dana," she said, looking down at her now-empty glass. "Hm..." She glanced at the door, then back at her cup. "I seem to be empty..."

Betha walks in wearing black jeans, a matching tank top, and high-heeled boots. She always wore heels to try to gain some height. Her fiery hair was in a low pony tail tonight and she wore light makeup that was barely noticable. She had been in town for a little over a month now and hadn't really gone out to explore the town. She didn't plan on starting until her Nimir-Raj, Micah talked her into it. She found herself a bar stool and asked for a glass of water.

"Well allow me to get you another." Monty asks Dave to get her another drink. "How old are you anyway Chase?" Monty watches the new female enter and turns back to Chase.

Chase does a double take when the fiery red walked to the bar and sat down. "I'm...uh...I'm 25," he answered Monty, but kept his eyes on the red head.

Dana set the glass down, glancing up as yet another were walked in. "Well, I was only going to have one... but I guess." She sighed. "After that I'm going, though. I have to get up somewhat early to get everything going in my shop."