<a class="postlink" href="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg162/xxinuyashaxxxx/imagesCAXWT7XP.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Elimire St. John<br/>Age 22<br/>Race: ShapeShifter<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5281/5299411954_56593d4ee6.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The neighborhood was quiet as always this time of night. The streetlamps just begining to light up the darkened side walks. Here and there people walking thier purebreed dogs back to the homes they saw normally but to others were extravigant manors. None more so then the St. John Estate on top of the hill. The grand house looked down upon all the rest as if they were trash to be thrown out on monday mornings. The owner of the house was the Earl of Siderdale, Lord Elirmire St. John, heir and now owner of the SiderDale Johnson theatre and Opera house. The finest place for up class entertainment in all of japan, bringing in crowds with more then 1grand people flocking in to whitness the masterpieces this govermentally aproved genious had to offer. his plays were consitered life changing and awe inspiring, bringing tears and laughter to the hardest critiques.<br/><br/>The Earl yawned up in his study, the candle on his desk lightly flickering in and out threatening to commit suicide.. "Just a little longer, and ill be done.." he whispers scribling the last lines of his latest and greatest work of art. However his candle had other plans, on the very last word the candle went out leaving the room dark and foreclosed. St. John yawned and sighed leaning back the moon shining through the window behind him. "Fine I will finish tomarrow..." with this he stood up and through his blue kamono over his shoulders and began to treck to his downstairs library. "Afterall it is bad luck to write without candle light.." he says chuckling to himself, he had lived in the manor for three years on his own, making best efforts to keep his status so his parents would remain proud of him in the after life.<br/><br/>The Library reached from floor to cieling with books of all kinds of knowledge. Ranging from mystery to fairy tale romance to betrail, this was th webook type which on the night caught the Earl's attention, settling into the easy chair beside the fireplace he flipped to chapter 9 and began reading the final pages of his father's last novel.<br/><br/>Moments later stange sounds filled nooks and crannies of the large house, traveling thier ways all the way to the library in the badk hall of the first floor. The sounds echoed from the kitchen. "What the..." he quoted standing up laying the book on the table. He proceeds down the hall seeing a shadow stand before his refridgerator. A frown coating his face as he leaned against the door frame. The kimono hanging loosely off the right shoulder as he leaned. anger covering his cheeks in a red flush. 'Yiou that food doesnt belong to you..." he pops his knuckles one at a time. "I suggest you return it now..."