A Witches Lost memory( Open)

Since the dawn of time people struggled to obtain power beyond that of mortal bounds. A power that defies life itself. One that not even wealth could bribe from another. Immortality is this power. A power where you'll stay young for all eternity. Yet to some this so called gift is curse. Something of a infernal fire worse that hell itself. Many creatures have unlocked this power, and defied the grasp of mere mortal ambitions. Such creatures are called vampires. The undead that live on with everlasting beauty. Yet our particular story begins with one vampire in mind. The one called the Lost Artist.

"Such a drag. Where oh where am I even going. Can I really find a partner worthy enough to behold my magnificent beauty? We'll of course they'd need to be the same. I can't travel with something known for ugliness beyond comprehensive comparison. Hey you over their stop hiding from me. Just then a small child scurried outward from behind a near by oak tree. She were dressed in ragged robes, and spoke with many stutte rs in her voice. The frail child seeming to glare disarmingly into the eyes of Envy The she spoke. The very words escaping from her easing across the length of a otherwise silent tongue. "He..lol mister." She muttered these words, or rather stumbled upon them until they were clearly understood. However Envy brushed the small girl off continuing to ponder his life once more.

John Marston was going for a walk in death city. The old looking man figured he might as well know the city in and out. He wore a hoody that did little to cover his white hair. He was also smoking a cigar, he ended up walking next to envy. Not talking to him.

Ooc : Envy is a guy.

Ooc: edited

" It seems like I'll have to go elsewhere to find a weapon partner. There aren't many Dark weapons now adays. Even in a world drowned by chaos. The young male would turn his head ever so slightly. With doing so he noticed the extra figure that had somehow inserted himself into the equation. Without speaking a word Envy pulled away. Really he had just stopped walking all together. After all a witch needed not be concerned with beings outside the realm of magic. They were useless to him, and needed to all perish. Glancing upward each if his hues flew with their respective pigments. Darting from side to side Envy had wished to scan his surroundings before speaking.

"Hey you!! May I ask why you have decided to bother me? I'm on an important mission you know. Forming a witches council is a lot of work after all." Now Envy had given away his plans to take down the marketers of the world. The witches council to trivial the first had now been revealed. What could he do? The words were already spoken. Nothing could help him now. Maybe destroying the unneeded variable was in order. Yes this boy could prove troublesome if left alive. Envy had, but two options. Kill, or be killed by this seemingly harmless citizen. Lowering his body the young witch slowly backed further away awaiting some sort of response.

John took a long puff on his cigar and looked up. Why today? He asked whatever higher power lied up there. Then he let this cigar fall to the ground and stomped it out. That's when he made his move, fast as greased lightning and much faster than a regular man of his age could move he slid a small knife out of its sheath in his hoody and surged forward. He tried to lock her in a standers cqc grab, essentially a chokehold with a knife ready to plunge into her soft neck. Regardless of his success he says. " You can't expect to get away with saying that right in front of a teacher at the dwma can you!? " His voice sounded gravely.