The New Generation of Witches of West End

New Sole -School Characters From Hawthrone

The year is 2015. New Sole is alive and thriving. The city is vibrant and diverse by day. Average Joes making the nine to five commute. Tourists snapping pictures of anything and everything, amazed by the simplest of things. Entertainers show off their talents on the busy squares and subway stations. New Sole alive and, vibrant, and full of thrills.

But that's just the outside of New Sole. The mask, the outer shell. The cities true secrets lay deep beneath it's humble vibrant shell. The real New Sole only awakens when the sun sets and the night arrives. The cities true secrets lay within it's night clubs, back alleys, and underground raves. Downtown New Sole
"The Rage"

Holly grinned as she strolled out of her apartment complex, camera dangling from her neck. She walked along the street, taking pictures of every picture-worthy thing. Due to it being night, she wore a brown beanie on her head and a black sweater along with blue jeans. Dellan sighed as he slumped back against the rough brick wall that made up the local butcher shop, today being a particularly draining one. Sure he was way ahead of the other students around him but it did come at a price, that price being long nights and pretty much no free time. Tonight was a free one however, the current dilemma being something of the past thanks to his go getter attitude. As all of the other students are still cramming he now has plenty of free time, which tonight he plans on going out to his favorite restaurant. Recently the only thing he has been able to eat has been ramen noodles and microwaved hot pockets.

With that in mind he moved himself off of the wall and started down the sidewalk, absentmindedly wondering if they serve anything new now or not. He laughed to himself as he skirted around a puddle of water, thinking it was fairly deep. "How long has it been?" He proclaimed aloud to himself, his finger tip tapping at his chin as pondered how long it has been since he has been to that homely like dinner that serves the best cheeseburger and fries on this side of town. He counted the months off on his hand as he continued to walk, eventually settling on five. "Woah that long..." he yet again exclaimed to himself as he passed by a couple walking the opposite direction.

Seeming to coincide with his thoughts he stopped in front of the dinner but was faced with a rather annoying 'out of business' sign. He simply stared at the sign for a moment and then scratched the back of his head, letting out a sigh. "Well...that sucks," he yet again said aloud, a group of people laughing as they passed by him. EPLAYS

Casual Bane of the Witch

The year is 2015. New Sole is alive and thriving. The city is vibrant and diverse by day. Average Joes making the nine to five commute. Tourists snapping pictures of anything and everything, amazed by the simplest of things. Entertainers show off their talents on the busy squares and subway stations. New Sole alive and, vibrant, and full of thrills.

But that's just the outside of New Sole. The mask, the outer shell. The cities true secrets lay deep beneath it's humble vibrant shell. The real New Sole only awakens when the sun sets and the night arrives. The cities true secrets lay within it's night clubs, back alleys, and underground raves.

10:19 PM
Downtown New Sole
"The Rage"

The music is load, the air us humid, and the club is alive. Pulsing with energy that you can almost see in the air as the people move and shake to the heavy beat. The music is loud, intoxicating, and the sensations it sends through everyone just keeps them locked on the floor.

A dark haired woman in a stunning red low cut shirt and short jean shorts sways her hips and moves to rythm. The entire time she has a single mans eyes locked, not even a man, his first time in the club and he's completely unprepared and she hooks him like a fish on the line. She sways and twirls, twisting and weaving through the crowd until shes almost on top of him, "Hey there big boy, want a private dance?" She asks seductivly, dipping down to give him a look at her low cut top. It's not even a question. John Doe simply nods his head and slowly follows her as she drapes his arms over her shoulder, leading him back through the club into a quieter area of the club. She pushes him through a door into a room, sitting him in a chair as she moves all over him, getting as close to him as she can as she straddles his lap. He's intoxicated, enraptured, and completely unaware and unprepared as she moves in, breathing along his neck before she suddenly opens wide and bites down. He screams, trying to push her away but her hands smack his arms down like iron clasps and her body holds him into the chair. His screams echo down the hall, no one to hear them, no one to save him as the woman drinks him dry...