Ayumu Yamashita
Age: 671
Appears to be: early to mid 20s
Height: 5' 5"
Sex: Female
Race: Vampire
Abilities: Spells, shinigamis and mediumship (communicate with the dead)
Weaknesses: Normal vampire weaknesses, is limited to controlling three shinigami at one time, and is vulnerable when communicating with the dead.
Bio: (I'll update this later on)


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Name: West Leroy
Age: 18
Height: 6’ 5”
Looks: somehow West has the perfect mix of height and muscle which makes his look tall and slender. straight shoulder length dark brown hair that he pulls into a ponytail at the base of his neck. he tends to wear black pants, a black long sleeved shirt, a black hooded jacket, laced up mid calf boots, and black gloves.
Personality: quite, loner, slow to trust, can be a bit jumpy or uneasy.
Likes: sun light, open places
Dislikes: night time, closed in or tight spaces
Bio: For as long as he can remember West has been trained from his parents the art of hunting, weapons combat and hand to hand combat. He also remembers the stories that his father insisted on telling him growing up even though his father knew it terrified him. His father would tell him each time that it was important that West know and remember the ghost and monster stories because they were all real. West grew up knowing that he should be afraid of the dark, not because the ghosts and goblins in his head might get him but because real ghosts and goblins might get him.
West started going hunting with his father when he was 12. When West turned 15 his father said he was old enough to go hunting on his own. Now at 18 West does more then hunt on his own he lives on his own to, as much as you can call his life living as he doesn’t tend to spend more then one night in one spot.

With the sun set and stars beginning to fill the sky West sits at the bar of a local bar. A beer sits in front of him. He wasn't really here to join in drinking or add to the dark mood that seemed to be hanging over a number of the patrons that were scattered around the bar.

He was there looking for someone. He didn't know what they looked like but from the recent string of murders that were slowly making there way across the country he knew it was only a matter of time before the killer made their way here.

Though the bodies were found in various states of decay, some were ripped apart but some were found whole. But all of the bodies were found completely drained of blood. All of the people that were killed were last seen in places like this which made West feel pretty sure that he would find his target.

Night was finally falling. About time, Ayumu thought to herself as she looked through the few articles of clean clothing she had left. It didn’t take long for get to pick out what to wear tonight to lure in her next victim. The dress was one a women of the middle class would wear, but with a few modifications to make it a bit more revealing and alluring. Smiling at herself in her hand mirror she put the finishing touch to her outfit in her hair, a crimson persimmons blossom. Satisfied that she would have no trouble finding herself a meal tonight she prepared to leave the small room she had taken shelter in.

She quietly slipped onto the quiet street from the shadows. Making her way to the bar she only passed a few people. Some of the looks that she received only made her grin. Humans are so simple minded and are easy to trick. Merely play things for my enjoyment as well as a source of food. She paused for a moment outside of the bar, planning how she would ensnare her prey tonight and after some thought she decided to play the damsel in distress. Taking a moment she moved back into the shadows where she could go about making some tears in her dress and also get it dirty. To make sure she looked right for the part she also got her arms and face a little dirty as well.

Once she was finished preparing she entered the bar, seemingly out of breath and teary eyed. “Help me. Someone please help me.” She gasped, stumbling forward further into the bar. As she continued to act, reaching at toward some of the men in the bar, she scanned the room for her victim.

Completely sober, unlike everyone else in the bar, West noticed the cry for help before anyone else. He couldn't help tensing up. With all of the victims found dead he really wasn't sure if he was hunting a man or a woman. He wanted to jump up go to the distraught woman when she stumbled into the bar but fought the urge.

For all he knew this might be some kind of trick to. He forced himself to remain seated and starred down at the beer in front of him. He had to wait for someone else to step in and then he would follow and catch his target in the act.

Her eyes caught a young man at the bar. He would make a nice meal or play toy she thought. Some of the men close to the door helped her to a table close to the bar. One of them called for someone to get her a glass of water. Things seemed to be going as she had planned. Sitting there she continued to feign labored breathing and distress. “Help, please help,” was all she could seem to say to the small crowd that now surrounded her. There was murmuring around the bar about the recent murders and disappearances. It was only natural that they would wonder if there had been another victim.

One of the men in the group started to push her with questions. “What happened? Why are you so dirty? Tell us now.” She had to fight back the urge to hit the man and yell at him. To calm herself she closed her eyes momentarily, giving the illusion that she was trying to gather her thoughts. Her breathing was close to normal as she started to tell her little story. She easily spun a web of lies about being on a walk with her fiancé when they were attacked by a large shadowy figure with red eyes. Her fiancé fought the creature, but she wasn’t sure if he was still alive. He had forced her to run away to try to get help. That is how she ended up here.

Not wanting to look out of place from everyone else in the bar West turned to face the troubled girl but continued to sit on the bar stool as the woman spun her tail for all of the eager to help men who surrounded her. He was she of what she was now and what she wanted. To lure some poor fool outside and to his death. He slipped some money on the bar and waited to see who would foolishly run off to help her.

Most of these men were easily fooled by her lies. In her mind she was grinning and laughing at them and how easily they could be manipulated. A few of them suggested that she take them to where she and her fiancé had been attacked. Keeping in character she feigned being afraid and shook her head. “How could I go back there? I want to know if he is alright, but I don’t know what I would do if he was…” She acted as though she couldn’t finish her sentence and pretended to cry once more. The men continued to comfort her.

Taking another glance around she spotted a man who seemed to be watching her from the bar. That one didn’t seem to be fooled by her tale. Of course he also didn’t seem be drunk like most of the others. In truth she hated preying on drunkards. Their blood wasn’t as tasty, but it would do when needed. Her gaze left the man’s face turning back to one of the men in front of her, Duncan, she believed he said his name was. He along with a few of the others were urging her that it would be safe if they left in a group. This game was growing tiring so she finally agreed to lead a small group of them to spot. Duncan along with three other young men escorted her outside. “Thank you, I really appreciate what you are doing for me. It’s this way…by the way,” she whispered lowly to them, “I don’t like how that man at the bar was watching me. He made me really uncomfortable.” The fools told her not to worry, they would take care of him as well if he tried anything. She smiled at this with their reply. “We should hurry.” The small group disappeared up the darkened street.

West watched the woman lead the small group of men out into the darkness. He looked around, all of the other men returned to their spots and acted like nothing happened. He figured it must have been some kind of hypnosis that attracted them to begin with. He took a breath put some money on the bar and followed after the men and the woman.

He quickly spotted them. They were already down the street and headed into an ally. Keeping to the shadows he caught up with them but still kept a distance between them. He was sure that she would have the men stop him or attack him if she spotted him. Watching from the shadows he and waited to see what would happen next.