Vampire/Witch (PRS)

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Namn: Tristan Thorne
Ålder: Sjukt gammal (lol)
Utseende: Svart, lockigt hår till strax ovanför axlarna. Vältränad kropp, gröna ögon.
Personlighet: Dryg och maktdriven. Gör ingenting som inte gynnar honom själv på ett eller annat sätt.
Familj: Har två systrar som också är vampyrer som han älskar över allt annat.
Övrigt: Är en väldigt kraftfull vampyr

Namn: Aaliyah Samuels
Ålder: 19
Utseende:
Personlighet: Lättirriterad, impulsiv men godhjärtad och väldigt trevlig tills hon har anledning till att inte vara det längre.
Familj: Hon bor med sin mormor, som är en häxa.
Övrigt: Hon är en heretic, trots brist på egen magikälla är hon otroligt kraftfull.

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Aaliyah stared up at the ceiling and toyed with her locket, she knew that it was time for her to get up and get to her job at the local pub but she was still so fascinated by the magic locket that allowed her to practice magic. The locket was the only thing she had left from her own parents, as they had disowned her the minute they found out that she did not possess her own magic but lived out of others. Ever since then, her grandmother had raised her as her own and taught her everything there was to know about magic and heretics, as she was just that. Aaliyah wasn’t fully aware of how the whole sucking magic out of objects really worked but whenever she thought about magic and touched the locket, she’d feel a buzz in her fingers that would spread all over her body and she would feel the magic flow inside her. Unfortunately, the locket wasn’t all that powerful so she had only practiced a few small spells but she knew the bigger ones but she hadn’t had the powers to try them out. A little sigh left her lips before she got out of bed to get dressed in the usual black jeans and a simple t-shirt. She couldn’t help but giggle when she saw how she looked in the mirror, her hair was standing in all directions and was a total mess. She glanced at the watch, sighing when she realized that she wouldn’t have time to take a shower. She put her hair up in a messy bun and brushed her teeth before applying a little bit of makeup just to freshen up. She hurried downstairs, took an apple from the kitchen and began her 5- minute walk to town.

She looked around in the pub when she got there, she was the only one there with the chef in the kitchen but she hadn't spoken to him since she got the job and she wasn't planning on speaking to him that particular morning either. She looked around and rolled her eyes when she saw how much people had forgot the previous night, she collected the items and shoved them in a box near the pay desk, where she would spend the most of the day.

“Lucy, have you seen my wallet?”. The black haired man stood in the living room, the only thing on his body was a pair of pants. He sighed and groaned as the brown haired woman, who looked a lot like him, walked down the stairs.
“You might want to find a shirt before looking for your wallet” she said with a grin and Tristan rolled his eyes.
“Thanks for the help, sis” he said and grinned as she threw a black t-shirt at him. He caught it mid-air and put it on.
“There” he said as his sister got down from the stairs, “now can you answer me?” he said and Lucy shook her head.
“Sorry, I have no idea. Did you forget it somewhere?” she asked and Tristan raised an eyebrow.
“Forget is the key word in that sentence” he said and grabbed his jacket before he went outside. He probably forgot it at the pub from the day before, where he had chatted with a woman who no longer was there to tell the story.
“Maybe she could have told me where it was” he muttered as he walked down the streets and through the park to get to the pub. It was open at least. He opened the door and walked inside. He cleared his throat as he walked up to the counter and put on a charming smile.
“Hi, I’m wondering if you, by any chance, found a wallet here last night?” he asked.

Aaliyah had been scrolling through her Instagram feed when she heard the bell ring, as the door opened. She sighed and put her phone in her pocket as she put on a big smile.
"Sure, what color is it? Do you have anything in it that makes it easier to recognize?" She went through the box and found a wallet, wasn't planning on handing it over until he gave her some description of it though. She couldn't help but study him quickly, handsome and extremely sexy. She raised an eyebrow and felt her smile turn into a smirk instead. Aaliyah would never do anything with that man but to lead him on but he was attractive and that wasn't something she could ignore.

Tristan had to think. It wasn't many times you had to pay attention to how your wallet looked like.
"It's black, and is lined with red. There are three cards in it" he said and smiled towards the woman. She was cute, and somehow he felt that this was exactly the spot he needed to be in right now. He locked eyes with her for just a second, and he kept his smile. He felt as if he knew her, even though he obviously didn't. He needed to keep talking to her.
"I bet there are loads of stuff in there, can you take it home with you if the owners don't come back to claim it?" he asked with a grin. That's what he had done, if he would have been working there.

Aaliyah handed the wallet over with a smile before letting out a tiny laugh.
"Of course not, if the owner doesn't show up in a week we donate it to people in need." She smiled and leaned back towards the wall. "Anything else I can help you with?" She wasn't in the mood for small talk, she liked being alone in the pub as it gave her time to practice small spells but as long as she had company she couldn't really do that.