*He wanders through the mansion, shouting every so often, and creating something of a ruckus as he goes. Ashley's the quiet one, polite and gentle, shy of crowds. He has no friends, only a tiny scattering of people who know him by sight because he's exchanged a few words, maybe flirted now and then. No one's ever seen him raise his voice, except ( Read more... )

*sweeps into the mansion and hops onto a table in the middle of the room*

I am the Vampire Lestat. *grins and bows dramatically*

Typist: ...well. That was brief. I believe that would be my shortest character intro to date. Anyways... I give you Lestat from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, re-typisted and memory-reset. He's been inactive for ( Read more... )

*Walks through the Mansion, demonmodding three particular couches in the main room -- If a person sits on the red one near the fire, they'll find themselves wearing a kilt. If a person sits on the flowery one near the window, they will find themselves wearing a tightly-laced corset. If a person sits on the green one near the entrance, they will ( Read more... )

He ambles throughout the mansion, whistling tunelessly to himself (or perhaps there is a tune, but the tune in question would be little better, or perhaps worse). He runs his hand along every door he passes, and his fingers leave brief trails of fire. This is, let us say, a sort of... controlled chaos ( Read more... )

He starts, violently, eyes wide, panicked, scared. Dark eyes, dark and lost--like holes through time--and a face of excrutiating beauty, cheekbones like razors, and he starts, gazing around with wild terror ( Read more... )

Since I haven't caused much of my element lately, I thought I'd do some of the widespread type ( Read more... )