Name: Mina Dalca; Aged 19 Name: Vladimir Dracula; Aged 300 looks 28
Mina was known as two things. A 'nice girl' and 'Mina the mouse,'. That's how she was pretty much summed up. Everyone would say, "Ooo yes, That's Mina she's a nice girl...," or "Mina is like a mouse, scatty and nervous,'. Mina acknowledged that she wasn't the bravest of souls and that she found it hard to be unkind to anybody, even Sir Craster who liked to pat her rear when they passed each other in the streets. Yet Mina was marking today as 'Mina's rebellion,'. Here she stood, three meters beyond the fence, with her shoes in one hand and her feet rooting themselves in the dark green grass. Her dark eyes stared out into the wood and the wood stared back, the trees looked like they were going to claw her...She knew she was crazy but Mina did not care. Today she'd grow out of her name. She could tell the whole town that she had ventured a few meters into 'Vampire Country,'. Of course she knew people went missing weekly but Mina had smarts...only a few more seconds and she'd take off to join Rodrik and Arienne who were standing on the other side. Mina couldn't really take it all in, she'd only seen it from the bottom of the hill. She decided to take some notes, the tree trunks looked as black as ash...some even looked red as the moonlight bounced of the mutilated trees. The warnings carved into the trees by the creatures hadn't gone unnoticed either. The grass felt crisp under her feet...She couldn't even hear the wind yet the breeze blew her hair so that it was framing her face.
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Period: 1890s Me-Mae Dark; nineteen; maid You-(name); twenty four; imprisoned son of a Duke with a large birthmark across his cheek.
Mae pushed open the front door of the (surname) Manor house, her eyes wandering up the dark oak stair case and large portraits hanging on the walls. She pulled her hood down from her head, her cheeks reddening from the rush of heat from the large fire crackling to her right. It had been seven months since she had moved here to clean, dust, make beds...it wasn't a thrilling job but it was better pay than most. Being a girl of little power and status in society she took the job without hesitation. Despite how beautiful and grand this place was, there was a dark cloud hanging over the whole household. It was no secret that the head of the house was a banished son; he had been sent away from his home London society to live here...away from the public eye. Of course no one questioned why, it was rather obvious due to the large birth mark across his cheek. Mae personally did not think it anything bad, the other maids called him ugly...but she thought him handsome, she thought him curious and interesting. He was intelligent, wise, charming...yet everyone else just saw his mark...It was such a shame such a man had been imprisoned here just because of something he was born with. Mae never thought anything of it, it was part of him. Rarely though did she converse with him, he didn't like talking to anyone...he liked spending time alone. She didn't blame him, from his parents sending him away from the public why should he want any company? He was permantly and wrongly scarred.