<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Scarlett Maybe, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Maricza could hear the bass thrum of the music from the party as she approached. She'd not been in town for long, but had already taken care to learn the woods well. Solitude had been her favorite ally for quite some time. Soon as her steps crunched through the deritus of the forest floor, she could see the flicker of the main bonfire. Already she could smell the sweat and adrenaline of hundreds of teenagers. Hundreds of clueless teenagers who had no inkling of what stalked them in this place. But while most vampires that might rear their ugly heads here were determined to drink them dry, Maricza was one committed not to.<br/><br/>Despite her remarkable willpower, she felt her canines stretch and sharpen ever so slightly as she aproached the crowd. It was a desire to taste them that she used every fibre of her being to fight. She'd gotten her soul back through great sacrifice and had made a vow to never feed on human blood again. She meant to keep it. No, she was no stalker of the night, not anymore. She was here on official business. Or at least unofficial official business as a liason of the Sheriff's department.<br/><br/>A bounty hunter by trade, Maricza was often contracted for work they could not deal in directly. In the case of the annual back to school party in the woods, the department is well aware of it, but rather than try to prevent the celebration, (which would take manpower they can't muster, and paperwork they'd prefer not to do) they tend to decide that kids will be kids. On this night only each year, they turn a blind eye to the underage drinking. As a compromise, they send a few undercover liaisons to monitor for problems and help keep the kids safe. She was clad in a vintage but fashionable leather jacket and non-descript jeans. On her shoulder she wore a small satchel containing a first aid kit suited to the occasion. She looked to be in her mid twenties - older than many of the partiers, but she had a young face that prevented her from standing out too much.<br/><br/>At the treeline before the clearing, she surveyed the revelers at various levels of drunkenness acting like idiots. One boy was chasing a girl around with a bottle of schnapps pathetically begging her to have "Just one drink" with him. A smirk crossed her face as she whispered to herself. "Sure. Just one drink." She removed the opaque glass flask she kept at her hip and licked her lips before taking a swig of the pig blood which she cut with brandy just to make it palatable.<br/><br/>Steeled for the battle of 'putting up with drunk morons' she began her patrol of the crowd looking for anyone who had injured themselves or had a bit too much to drink. She wasn't here to break up the party, just to aid those that found themselves going too far in their reckless teenage stupidity.<br/><br/>During one of her passes she smelled something... interesting. It was a scent that had become rather familiar to her in her unique line of work not related to the police department. It was something that most vampires wouldn't even usually detect. Dust. As in the specific dust that remains when a vampire is killed. Maricza could smell just a wisp of dust that shakes off a well used stake if it's moved around. She couldn't be sure with the way the light breeze swayed through, but it might be coming from the vicinity of that blonde over there... Her muscles tensed, preparing to flee if need be.