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Name: Macy Anderson
Age: 25
Personality: A bit uptight, very conservative and polite. She's easily offended, although she is a bit of a romantic. She tries to contain her imagination, especially when the exotic Mr. Smith comes to town.
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Name: Christopher (Chris) Smith
Age: 25
Personality: Chris is very lax, even when doing the thing that he is paid to do, and came to this town to do: hunt vampires. He kind and fun to be around because of his good nature, and will have a conversation with just about anybody given the opportunity. Unbeknownest to him, though, there is someone in this town as the same trait that he does: being a romantic.
Picture: Black hair, blue eyes, wearing dark-ish clothing to blend in at night.

"Whelp, that took a little longer then I thought..." Christopher said under his breath, seeing the time of day. "I hope no one's too mad..." He continues, looked around for the diner that he was told to meet someone at. After about four mor minutes, he found said diner and looked around. "Now... Where did she say she was going to be sitting...?" He asked himself, looking at the people that were already here.

The hunter looked around for a little bit more, before a kind of sixth-sense guided his gaze to someone who was looking directly at him. He saw a woman sitting there, alone. "Ah! There you are!" He said, walking over to her and talking a seat. "You should have said something, I might have thought I was in the wrong diner or something!" He said. He was acting as though this meet was for nothing! A friendly get-together! And yet, his slaying rate was phenominal...

When she reached out to him, Chris swiftly took her hand in his and shook it, smiling at him. "Hello Mrs. Anderson, pleasure to meet you. As you may know, I am Christopher Smith." He said. He was practically oozing his good mood, and he didn't seem none too serious. When the waitress would come by and ask him if he wanted anything, he looked at her, and shook his head towards her, still smiling. "No thank you. Wait. Maybe a glass of water." He said, before looking back to Macy. "Now then, it must have been important that they would send me." He said, resting his chin on his hands which were elbows propped on the table. "Lay it on me."

At hearing this, Chris shakes his head a little bit. "I'm sorry to say that if I do this quickly, I can't do it quietly, and vice-versa." He said, a tiny bit of a serious tone showing through. "Well, that's not necessarily true, depending on the size, after all. If there aren't that many, then I could probably do it, but otherwise..." He said, sitting back up as the waitress delivered his water.

"Oh-ho-ho!" He started, taking a drink of his water. "Ho-ho, I see what this is about now. Allentowns 'reputation' for being the 'only town withing a fifteen mile radius to not have and supernatural activity." He said a bit sarcastically before he leaned forwards a bit, smiling a little more. "And I can tell you right now, you're wrong about that fact..."

"Martinville is that bad? Then why am I here?!" He said, grabbing hold of the back of his seat raising a bit about to stand up. However after a second of that he sat back down. "I'm only kidding." He said, chuckling a little bit, lifting up his glass, staring at its contents. "But that's not what I was talking about. I ment you were wrong in there's only one..." He said, drinking from the glass.

When the woman clasped her hands around his own, Christopher looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Would I be here if I wasn't going to?" He asked, setting down his glass. "From what I can tell, it's a standard pack, about seven to ten of them. Maybe a family."