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(fantasy characters more than welcome; this includes non-humanoids!)

The little house had seen better days. Probably about a hundred years ago. The grass was a withered sort of brownish-green and too long. The yard was dotted with small stumps, the trees long since dead and cut down. The paint on the one-story house itself was peeling, faded yellow that made the whole of it look sickly, an impression not at all helped by the sagging, unpainted wooden porch and shuttered windows. The only sign the place was even inhabited was the porch lamp, casting a circle of pitiless yellow light over the door and steps, and a sharply lettered sign reading bell broken: knock on door.

The inside of the house was just as rundown as the yard, but scrupulously clean. The front door opened directly onto a living room which contained an overstuffed couch, two upholstered chairs that matched neither the couch nor each other, a scuffed and scarred wooden coffee table, two table lamps with no shades on rickety end tables, and a threadbare rug about as old as the house over the wood floor.

Kellen was in the chair nearer the door, feet propped up on the coffee table, thumbing through a novel without really reading it. He was under strict orders to man the door and pass out candy, and Scars would have ways of knowing if he didn't. For someone barely half his size, Scars could be very intimidating when he wanted, so here Kellen was. Trying to read a book and waiting for someone to show up for free candy. That's what he got for taking the kid in, he supposed.

Rose petel was in her fairy costume she skipped along the path and saw a cool house she skipped up to it. "Hi" she said waving to the person. its Halloween can't believe it my first Halloween yeah!!! She thought

Kellen looked up from the book and out the open door at the little girl on his porch. She was done up in rainbows and fake wings, and looked like this was the most exciting thing to have ever happened to her.

Kellen closed the book and set it on the end table, reaching for the large plastic bowl on the coffee table and holding it out. He wasn't quite close enough to reach the door, but it'd only take a step or two for her to take what she wanted, and Kellen had been advised not to stand up unless he absolutely had to. Little thing like her just mighty faint if he did, and Scars would find some way to make it entirely his fault.

"Take as much as ya like," he said. The sooner he got rid of all the candy, the sooner he could turn the lights out and get some peace.

"Okay" Rose petel said as she took some candy and put it in her bag. "Bye sir" she said as she skipped away happy. (Is it okay if my character has a little magic?)
She was happy that she jumped up happy and kept skipping.

Kellen set the bowl back down and retrieved his book, offering the kid a wave as she left. While he didn't get most of Halloween, he supposed he understood the free candy part. It might have been his favorite day as a kid, if he'd heard of it back then.

(magic is fine)

A spark of magic flew from her hand and into the air making a star and the star flew to the man and went into the mans hand. She kept skipping happyly.

Kellen dropped his book and very nearly swore. He was aware of the existence of actual magic - he lived with an elf, after all - but that didn't mean he was used to seeing its flashier side.

Okay, so he had a magic star. He should do something with that. What, exactly, was a body supposed to do with a magic star? Did they need special care? Should he put it in something?

After a moment of indecision, he set it next to the table lamp and hoped it wouldn't scorch the end table. He'd never hear the end of that.

The star stopped glowing. It just lightly glowed like a lamp. "I love when I use my magic" she says as she heads to the right and keeps skipping out of the site of the man's vision.

The damp and musky town air flowed into the nostrils of a small woman, seemingly in her element within the dusk. The sun had nestled between forested peeks with a final stinging kiss which caused the raven-haired individual to hop off her perch, an absent mailbox post.

Wooded areas seemed sparse although she had found herself a little cove it had seemed. Her naked feet made a pitter patter melody as she danced along the ice cold tar, a road which would lead to a house and as she bounded by, squinting her golden eyes to see through the light's haze, she spotted a man. Her lips curled up in a smile equal parts excitement and nervousness. Humans were never appealing to this woman, despite their existence being her only sustenance.

She skipped up to the man and leaned her back against the post, her hair flipped. Was this that human festivity she had heard about for years yet had never experienced?

"Why, hello sir," the woman cooed in a smooth British accent.

Almost before the little rainbow fairy left, someone else wandered up. Kellen'd put this one at late teens or early twenties; her body certainly seemed about done growing up, wherever her mind was at. She came off a bit nervous, but not scared, at least.

He grabbed the candy bowl again and held it out, hefting an eyebrow at her. "Ain't you a bit grown to be trick-or-treatin'?" he asked. He wasn't too entirely clear on the rules of this holiday, and he wasn't gonna refuse her some candy if she wanted it, but he was pretty sure Scars had said the door-to-door was mainly for kids.

Rather intrigued, the woman raised her eyebrow. "Oh? I'm not acquainted with the rules of this- activity, you could say. I was strolling by and noticed what appeared similar to the stories I have heard over time. Granted the stories always changed and things seemed a little incredulous sometimes- sorry, I'm rambling."

Irmgard eyed the bowl of candy and let out a soft hum. "What is the point of this if I may ask? You give candy to children, correct?" The female had not experienced candy in a long time as her main source of predation was the red nectar of humans. Ironically she needn't a costume for the October holiday.

She simply took one piece of candy between pointed nails and examined it with keratin daggers before unwrapping and placing it within her mouth. The sensation of a sugary treat caused her to shiver. It was almost sickeningly sweet.

"Why-" She held back a gag, "why do people enjoy these so?"

The star stopped glowing and it hovered above the man. Rose skipped to the next house. "Hope the man loved his star" she siad as she skipped.

"You got me," Kellen said with a shrug, returning the bowl to the coffee table. "Truth to tell, I know probably about as much about this as you do. But I learned the hard way you don't argue with a fire elf- he says give kids candy, I give kids candy."

Kellen wasn't too good at dealing with people when he wasn't punching them. Politely passing the time was decidedly not one of his many talents. He only half joked when he said he kept Scars around to do his interacting for him. Still, it wasn't like he was getting anywhere with the book, and he didn't have a radio or a television to occupy him, so...

"Wanna sit a while and ramble some more?" he offered. "I'll get ya something to get rid of the taste, and I could do with a bit of company."

The star glowed brightly again. It kept hovering over Kellen. She skipped to the next house and got candy. She sat by a tree happy so happy a spark of magic flew out her finger and turned her wings blue. "Awesome so cool" she said as she sat down still.

A smirk lifted the cheeks of the vampiress and she nodded, feeling relief that this man was at least in league with elfen kind, surely not the xenophobic human. If he himself indeed was a human.

She stepped closer and once solidly on the landing, she leaned up against the wall of the house. Through her smile, if one had been attentive, her small fangs could be seen peeking. Surely, she would remain and accompany the other, even aid in the passing out of treats. Perhaps she could have close interaction with human kind and pass her obvious disparities off as a costume. It was a little silly though.

This instilled a feeling of childish excitement in Irmgard as she looked forward before noticing the star. She pointed a finger questioningly, "what's that there?"

Kellen glanced at the little star. "Don't rightly know," he confessed. "A kid left it here. It don't seem to be harmful, at least. You come on in and have a seat where you like."

He stood, stretching, with a slight grimace when his hands brushed the ceiling. At least the low ceiling wouldn't be a bother to his guest- she was at least a full foot shorter than him. The ceiling was probably plenty high enough for most folks- Kellen was the only one he knew who had to duck a bit to get through the doors.

He started across the living room for the kitchen, calling back over his shoulder. "We got beer, apple juice, and water- which'll you have?"

The star landed on kellen's wrist and it turned into a cool staff for kellen. "I hope he likes the star whatever he wants that is what the star turns into" she thought I with a smile.

Calling out through the house, Irmgard decided she was well as she was. "No, I'm fine, I don't need anything." She did smile to herself at the offer however and let her eyes stare into the dark night sky. Was this really her deal? She decided she should just be quiet and patient. When the next guest came by she would then decide whether or not she wished to stick around. It felt truly bizarre being by somebody else's living quarters and she refused to step inside.

"I'll sit out here, I'll keep an eye out, okay?" The vampire crossed her arms with a soft sigh into the cold breeze.

A star came up to irmgard.It's glowed softly. She got back up and skipped again. The star landed on irmgard It turned into a necklace. "Hope she likes it" she said as she skipped still.

Kellen shrugged, grabbing a beer for himself before heading back to the porch. "Have it your way," he said as he stepped outside. "Name's Kellen, by the way. What should I call you?"

She was a curious one, this lady. She wasn't dressed for the chill - even Kellen had a sweater on - but didn't seem at all bothered by it. Almost unnaturally pale, too, and he couldn't remember ever seeing eyes quite like hers. She talked British and seemed pretty out-of-touch, even more so that Kellen himself was. And he just got this feeling, in the part of him that'd kept him alive so far, that she was more than she looked.