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    You wanted a happily ever after? I'm doubting it.
    My name is Arrow. Don't ask questions, just accept it. Yes I'm Arrow - but you might know me as The Big Bad Wolf. Shocked? I'm not surprised. After all, you are the first HUMAN, to find out about our existence. Our? I hear you question. There are more characters hidden in your world - and my job it to kill them. Yes , killing my own kind - however once killed, they return to their books, away from this world. No human can see me. But you - you're the exception.




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    Rules
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    -Don't create a perfect character
    -Attempt to be active
    -Don't post with 'Can I join?', post a reply
    -Semi Advanced to Advanced, so 1+ paragraph
    -Don't randomly drop, warn me
    -Make your character a female
    -Semi-Literate
    -All WCRPG rules apply




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    Arrow sheath around his chest and back, the man nodded to himself. It was raining, harder than usual for a night like this. Whispering something under his breath, his body became invisible to your average human. Sitting crouched on a rooftop; Arrow watched as a black haired woman entered the night club. Chuckling to himself he began. "Oh Snow white; time to return home." The woman would eventually realize that she would disappear. Landing with no sound of the wet pavement, he entered to club. I was simple to get past security. No-one could see him.




    Dressed in a silky white dress; Snow immediately realised she had disappeared as Arrow came into view. The woman screamed - however no-one reacted. Dropping the drinks she had in hand; they didn't smash, but landed neatly on the floor. With Snow now up against a wall; Arrow loaded his bow and fired into the stomach of the woman. Pulling the arrow out of the lifeless body, the man wiped away the blood with his fingers, before putting the arrow back into its sheath. Snow's body twitched, and faded in and out of transparency before finally disappearing.
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    ~Cameron Damen~


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    [size=25px]~Basic Info~[/size]



    Nickname: 'Cam'
    Age: 19
    Gender: Female
    Height: 5'7"
    Relationship: N/A
    Family:
    -Chris Damen- (Brother)
    -Unknown- (Parents)


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    -Independent-


    Practically having been raised by her brother taught her many things, one being that it was important for her to stand on her own. She never favored being dependent on her brother for things, especially towards her later teen years.


    -Stubborn-


    Another characteristic she is famous for, (thanks again to her brother), and uses much to her self benefit of getting things her way. She will always speak her mind when she feels threatened and isn't afraid of a challenge. This comes as a shock to most people since she can seem a bit shy around strangers or crowded places.


    -Free Spirited-


    This relates to her stubborn nature- Cam will do just about anything she wants without a second thought about what others might think of it.


    -Loyal-


    With her brother being her only family, and the few friends she kept from high school, she knows that loyalty is the key factor to any relationship. Trust is her number one priority when it comes to getting to know anyone, and can easily tell when she is being played at.


    Likes:
    -Warmth
    -Night
    -Books
    -Adventure
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    Dislikes:
    -Anything/anyone that tells her what/what not to do
    -tight spaces
    -The cold
    -crowds
    -being a burden



    IC-
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    Cameron stared at the golden liquid sitting squarely in the shot glass, various lights from the bar glistening off of its surface. On any other day no one would ever have found her in such a crowded place, not on her own time anyway.


    "Hey, Cam! You're not afraid of your own whiskey are ya?!" A girl with bleach blonde hair walked up to her side, leaning heavily against the bar counter, letting off the obvious fact she had probably had one too many drinks that night. "Drink up! It's a party, have some fun!" She prodded Cam's shoulder with an elbow.


    Cameron rolled her eyes, "Alright, easy Elise. It's only eleven 'o' clock." She muttered as she tossed the alcohol down her throat, feeling it singe all the way down to her stomach as heat rushed to her cheeks.


    The blonde rocked back a little, "Yeah, eleven 'o' clock on my birthday!" She exclaimed over the music, flashing her a wry smile before she disappeared into a few guys standing by.


    Cameron peered out into the crowd, trying to settle the buzz from the shots as her caribbean gaze watched all of the people dancing. The shadows fell over their bodies, dancing with their every move. It seemed fun, although Cam would never go out and do it herself- she did hate parties after all...


    A sudden figure caught her attention; a woman in a white dress. She seemed somewhat different from the others. Cameron felt odd, as though merely looking at the woman was illegal. Just as Cameron was about to turn away, she noticed the woman's atmosphere change, and she followed the course of the disturbance to a man standing a few paces away towards the back entrance.


    Cameron heard the girl's scream and watched the glasses sink to the floor in an explosion of clear shards. Before Cameron had a chance to react, she watched as the girl fell to the ground, crimson staining her dress where an arrow protruded from her upper abdomen. She didn't get up again.


    Cameron felt like she was going to puke. She dizzily slid off of the stool and was momentarily confused at all of the eyes of the people nearby glued onto her. It took her another minute to realize she was screaming. "D-don't you see that!" She yelled over the noise, feeling her heart thrumming in her chest. When no one seemed to understand, she raised a trembling hand to the woman on the ground, "Someone help her! She's dying!" Cameron yelled again, panic creased into the curves of her face.
    Her terror faltered as she saw the woman's body disappear. "What is going on?! Don't any of you see it?" Confusion flitted across her pale face and she had to grab onto the bar to keep her legs from buckling beneath her. Why wasn't anyone doing anything? Her eyes went to the killer and she froze, the time seemed to stop as her breath hitched in her throat as she waited to see what he would do.


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    The green eyes of the dark dressed man flickered up to a human girl. See has seen him. The place on the wall where snow had been was no longer covered in blood; only the green-tipped arrow remained. Taking a step back from this strange human, the dark headed man retrieved his arrow. His gaze flew back to the girl. I'm going to have to clean this up. Not that he'd never killed a human before, but Arrow was intrigued on what this human could see him. For now; he would let her panic. Placing the arrow back into its sheath, the male left the building.Walking along the footpath; his body flickered back into a visible state. It was still raining, and Arrow for one, was getting drenched. Lighting a cigarette; it was a favoured human pastime.




    OOC; Ugh. Low muse




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    ~Cameron Damen~



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    (that's alright :) )
    Cameron ignored her friends as she shoved through the crowd. The lights only fed her dizziness, and she nearly stumbled to the floor as she made her way to where the man had disappeared. He couldn't get away, not after killing someone like that.
    She felt the fresh air hit her face before she even managed to walk out of the door. When she did, she was met with the dreaded realization it was raining. She ignored the cold droplets as they fell from above onto the pavement and her eyes landed on the killer only a few meters away. It was as though he didn't seem to think there would be any fallbacks for murder. Cameron stood, gazing at him in perplexity. Her brow pinched together, and she raised her voice above the rain, "What do you think you're doing out here! You just killed someone and you're going to just stand around and smoke like a complete jack*ss!" She spat, anger she didn't know she possessed welling up from her chest.
    When she realized that she was talking to a guy who had mercilessly just ended another woman's life, she felt whatever had gotten into her ebb away and she began to tremor, and it wasn't from the cold.





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    The rain was a thing of comfort for him, something that he could wash the troubles of the day with. However, this day was lingering around him. Placing the end of his cigarette in a nearby bin. The girl was just about upon him. Arrow didn't know what this human was capable of. Gritting his teeth; the male placed his retracted bow in his hand. When retracted, the bow was about the sixe of a matchbox. not of convenient, but easy to spring a surprise onto another being.




    Arrow wasn't going to say that this girl wasn't feisty. He ginned lightly, and chuckled. As the girl finished. His voice suddenly became dull and unimpressed. "I had to do- what I had to do." For now he wasn't going to tell this girl that he happened to be invisible when doing that 'job'. For now anyway. Perhaps human lives were much more fragile in this world. Shaking the thought, his green eyes looked over the girl. She didn't appear to be an immediate threat, but one can never be too sure. Nodding his head, Arrow left from speaking to this girl, and instead continued walking along the payment. Shaking his head, Arrow watched as the light he stood under flickered. Moving away, the light turned back to normal. No flickering.




    His house, was something special. It was rather hidden. It was nothing but a plain grey house that didn't stand out. The basement however, was something much more.




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    IC-
    Cameron blinked, disbelief and discomfort radiating from her body. She straightened her stance, and opened her mouth to speak but he had already begun to walk away, "Hey, hold up!" She snapped, unable to believe this guy had the nerve to turn away like she hadn't even seen what he had done. When he didn't respond, Cameron glanced over her shoulder, knowing she wouldn't have long until someone came out to check on her. There was no way she was going back in there after the scene she had not only witnessed but also caused.
    Instead, she followed behind him, making sure to keep a good ways back. As she walked, she clung tightly to herself, cursing under her breath for running out into the rain without any cover. She hated the rain because the rain made everything dark and wet and wet meant cold.
    She kept a close eye on him as he walked, starting to get a bit anxious with each second that ticked by. "Great idea, just follow the killer in the cold with no source of defense- nothing could go wrong with that." Cam scolded herself quietly, taking a few deep breaths. Her blue gaze trailed to the ground, and she began to wonder why no one else seemed to notice the incident. If she remembered correctly, everyone was looking at her; just her. And it certainly wasn't because she was stripping on the barstool.



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