((OOC: In honor of Valentine's Day and my insanity, I decided to make a post featuring all of my characters. Feel free to reply with more than one character or to more than one of my characters. This is the post of doom. A V-Day gift to Nina who felt it would be made of win XD And I apologize, in advance, for how many characters I have. HAPPY ( Read more... )

Angel's on his usual couch by the fire, with a notebook.
Unlike some people, there are no lyrics involved here. Unless they come up as a plan for driving the music out, anyway ( Read more... )

Angel can sense the weirdness in the Inn. It's a vampire thing ( Read more... )

Benjamin Sullivan is particularly chipper today, because he has just had an amazing conversation with one particularly sexy Australian. A conversation that may have lead to something just as amazing... in bed. Life is, indeed, looking good. He's drinking a beer at a table and generally, enjoying life.

Angel is here too. He doesn't end up in the ( Read more... )

He has been walking and reading simultaneously for the passed ten minutes and has yet to run into anything, a feat he is rather proud of. The pages are turned quickly, so often in fact that those who don’t know him think he isn’t reading the book at all. His mind is in those pages though and certainly not on his location ( Read more... )

Angel opens the door to his place. He hesitates to think of it as home. It's underground, far away from anything associated with what could be considered a home, but it is where he slept during the day and where he kept his 'food ( Read more... )

He was walking home from the butchery in town, plain paper bag in hand. The contents of said bag are not precisely something he wants to discuss with anyone, and doubtless would evade any questions about it. He should, by all rights, appear to be a young man in his twenties, but quite frankly he doesn't look it. It's not his fault. The minor gods, ( Read more... )