hunter was lost in a daze, eyes trained on the open flame of a candle sitting on the countertop of the book store. as her fingers opened, the flame grew larger, and when she clenched her fist it extinguished itself. her body was in halloweentown, but her mind was about a million miles away. every now and again, she felt homesick, and that’s what she couldn’t shake. her daze was only interrupted by the sound of hands slamming on the countertop. she startled so terribly that she lost control of the tiny flame; it grew upwards, magnificently and slowly, giving her just enough time to step out of the way and snap her fist shut aggressively. “were you trying to give me a heart attack or was arson your goal because last i checked, startling someone who’s playing with fire is a terrible idea,” she was a bit breathless and with shaking hands she removed the candle from the countertop, “admittedly i probably shouldn’t be doing this on the clock.” she tapped her nails on the surface and smiled softly, “what can i do for ya?”
He couldn’t hep it, not in the least, seeing her in such a deep focus meant she was practically screaming for him to startle her. The simple pleasure that she might possibly start a fire was just an added bonus. “Right,” he quipped sarcastically, “and since when have I ever been known to give a damn about whether it’s a good idea or not?” He removed his hands from the counter as she cleared it, giving her a one shouldered shrug, “The usual, come to see if you’ve received any new aromas of incense.” Being the blood drinker he was, his mausoleum constantly wreaked of iron, something he tried to get rid of if only to keep himself from being constantly hungry.
✧*:･ﾟdid you see Vincent Reese the twenty-one (83) year old vampire walking around halloweentown? they’re known as the icarian, makes sense since they tend be quite candid & rash. they work as a photographer and spend a lot of time at autumn woods listening to Easier by 5sos. they’ve always reminded me of infectious laughter, cold autumn nights, small tattoos and the smell of iron. wonder how they’re taking all the disruption in the town.
Hey guys, Honey again, here’s a bit about my second child Vinny. Once again feel free to IM me to plot!
Born Human in New York City, turned vampire at age 21
In the year 1936 back when the portal was open between worlds and humans and monsters lived in harmony the then human Vincent visited Halloweentown on holiday, only to be bitten and changed into a vampire.
After becoming a vampire, he himself chose to stay in Halloweentown instead of returning back home to New York
He enjoyed Hallweentown at first glance, always having been a much darker person with a love for ghost stories, so when he was changed he saw this as a perfect opportunity to stay permanently and say goodbye to the poor lifestyle he had in the human realm.
Since having moved to Halloweentown he has become a photographer, a quite well known one at that, and made a living for himself.
Despite that having been 83 years ago, Vinny ( as most people know him ) still behaves like a 21 year old.
He is reckless and adventurous as well as selfish. He can be charismatic when need be but is for the most part snarky to the majority of those he meets. He is known to frequently cause mischief and havoc around town whn not working.
He has no family, having been the only child of only children and at this point in his life has little recollection of what his human life was life, other than being cold, poor and starving.
If you ask him he wont outwardly admit to having friends, but he does have people he favors and considers close.
Is always quite up to date with electronics and social media. He is even part of the group of individuals that brought modern technology into Halloweentown.
His home is a private mausoleum in the cemetery which leads underground to the living quarters.
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