So, if any of you have seen the TV Moonlight, you know the insperation for this piece. I was soooo in love with that show and was devistated when it was cancelled! Anyway... For my art class my Senior year of Highschool we had to create our own comic book charater. A little before I had to come up with my idea I had a dream with some of the charaters in it... as well as my PERFECT comic book hero :) so I had to addapt it to fit. this was the one based on Moonlight and if I can find the one I changed the most to make it my own I will put it up too. (All charaters from Moonlight belong to CBS, I make no claim!)
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Name: Renee McHale
Date of Birth: June 26, 1982
Current Age: 25
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 150
Hair: Dark brown with red tint
Eyes: A mixture of gray green and blue
Species: Human
Occupation: Full time collage student, part time vamp slayer
Renee McHale was born into a normal family. When she was four her parents had two more children, twins Nathan Lucas and Nicole Lee. She lived a seemingly normal and boring life in a small suburb of L.A. Being smart, she retained a 4.0 GPA all through school. She was extremely close to her to siblings and always looking out for them.
During her senior year of high school she started dating Connor O’Haley, a new student. He was a nice boy and fit in well with her tight-nit family. She and Connor both were accepted to L.A. State University. Her family was excited to get the news and her sister was envious. As a freshman, Nicole was already planning out the collage career and modifying her high school courses. Nathan, however, was her polar opposite. While Nicole was studying and doing extra curricular activities, Nathan was sailing through his basic courses and playing sports. Renee loved them both and brought up the good points of both paths.
Soon graduation came and Renee graduated as salutatorian of her class. And so plans were made for the following school year. It seemed life would go on in this normal pattern. Little did they know that in just two weeks into the summer, their lives would be drastically changed.
One summer night Connor’s car pulled up in the drive. Renee’s mother told her to go out and invite Conner to have dinner with them. When Renee reached his car Connor got out. He seemed to be acting strange to her, as if he was not sure of himself. Suspiciously he kept glancing at Renee and the quickly looking away. She thought little of this and invited him in for dinner. As they sat down at the table Connor said little. When a plate was placed in front of him he took one bite and stared at the rest.
During the course of the meal Nathan preceded to tell Connor about how he had to get stitches in his arm the day before. Nathan looked up to Connor like a big brother and expected him to be impressed like he normally would have been. However Connor seemed to be somewhere else and said simply “cool”. It was then the rest of the family noticed Connors odd behavior. Nicole was watching him intently watching him when she accidentally cut her finger. The fresh blood drew Connors attention and his normally brown eyes turned misty blue. He lunged across the table at Nicole causing most of the table to scream. Renee placed her self between her sister and her deranged boyfriend. During all of this Nathan fell back in his chair. He stood up and wiped some blood from his arm. He had broken a stitch. Connor flew at the boy who was standing alone. Renee tried her hardest to pull Connor from Nathan but she could do noting. Connor bit Nathan’s neck drained his blood. When Connor was done he left the body looking as if a dog and attacked it and turned on the rest of the family. Renee held Nicole firmly behind her as Connor took a step towards them. But just then the door flew open and a shoot rang out.
Standing in the doorway was a man of about thirty with wavy dark hair. A sharp hiss rang out and Connor blew out the door past the man. The man turned and was gone.
Renee followed the men as quickly as she could but was soon lost on an unfamiliarly street. She stopped for breath and a hand flew over her mouth from behind her. Everything went dark. She woke in a strange place with a bright light shinning on her. A man spoke to her in a reassuring voice. He told her about what happened and about vampires. He explained that Connor was a newly turned vamp who had gone rough. She was returned home.
The next day she wrote the collage explaining that a family tragedy would force her out of town and to take all of her freshman courses over the internet. She said she would return to attend her classes her sophomore year. She told her parents none of this but left for what they thought was collage at the end of the summer. In reality she had started to spin the lies that would become her life. She disappeared that year and no one heard a word from her, but her class work was always on time.
When school started the next year her friends who attended L.A. State were surprised to find the new sophomore lean and muscular. She had dropped a lot of wait and gained huge amounts of muscle. The once shy and academic girl now put some of the schools most devoted athletes to shame. However, she still remained extremely smart.
She majored in psychiatry and biophysics and graduated with honors. No one knew who she really was.
The year she had spent away was spent training her-self. She was now a powerful and skilled vamp slayer. And she was for hire. She put herself through collage on the wages she earned but she did not always enjoy her work. Thought she hated vamps, those were all she could work with because no one else knew they existed. She held no loyalties and often gave her services to the highest bidder.
Her most frequent employer was a vamp by the name of Lance. Apparently he was from a very wealthy and prominent family in France. She worked for him about a hundred times before she met him. When she finally did meet him he left a lasting impression. He had one jet black eye. She wondered why he had chose now to finally meet her and she found that it was because this was some what of a ‘family’ matter for him. He wanted her to kill a vamp who had been turned by his sister. This vamps name was Mick St. John.
She set out to find this vamp and learned he lived near her home in the busy city of L.A. She was hot on his trail and let no sing of hers. She was ready for him. She decided to take him on a brisk night in June. He was walking home to his apartment on a deserted street when she found him. He smelt the air and she knew he had sensed her. She stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight and stopped in her tracks. Standing in front of her was the man that had stood in the doorway of her home nearly four years ago. The man who had saved the rest of her family after Nathan’s murder. She could tell he recognized her too.
His voice was kind and familiar when he asked who she was. Her response was that of the story of her brother’s death. It ended with the statement of her being the human he saved. They formally introduced them selves and entered his apartment. There he told her the story of tracking Connor down and killing him. This brought her closer and that night she went home and called Lance, telling him that for reasons unrelated to his assignment she could no long be of service and was retiring from the slaying business.
Lance left the agreement with no hard feelings.
Over the next few years Mick told her a lot of things about him self and she in turn shared with him. She never told him she had been sent as his executioner.
One day Mic called her in need of her help. He asked her about a former employer by the name Lance. She was sure he had found out about her job to kill him and refused to answer his questions. She showed up at Mick’s house the next day, to find him human. She learned about the temporary cure and a royal family in France. Lance’s family. Mick also told her about it being Lance’s fault Connor was turned and had gone rough.
This new information made her mad. She now blamed Lance for Nathan’s death. She owed him a visit. She promised Mick she would help find Lance and help Mick in research for a permanent cure.
With this promise she made another one. To kill the man responsible for her brother’s death.
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"The Wedding Guest"
This was an assignment from my Senior year of High School British Literature class. We had to write the beginning or end to a story we read in class. I chose to write the ending (my friend wrote the beginning) so I'm sorry if it doesn't make the most sense... but I think its a nice peace.
Thunder clapped through the air waking me from a restless slumber. I sat up in bed, sweat cold on my brow. Another nightmare, although this one had taken a different course then the ones that had troubled my mind for over a fortnight.
I had returned home to Monte Burlingame after the wedding of my best friend and cousin. But this thunder storm, which oddly came in the middle of June, seemed to reflect my current inner turmoil. The steps I took resonated off the surrounding walls, the hallow echo burning into my soul, each one reflecting one of my million mistakes.
Darkness filled every hall, and the washroom was no different. I slowly poured water into the basin to wash the filth from my face. As I splashed the chilled water onto my skin lightning flashed across the sky and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The old loon’s words rang in my mind. “That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me…” My face. I marveled of the truths shown on such a masked surface and refused to be the man that had formally known so little of misery.
As I walked through the manor, memories of the past flashed through my mind. The many nights I had spent stripped of virtue plagued me. The lives I had left in ruin tore at my conscience. Before the wedding, I had been a different man. No, not a man, a selfish boy. Though I was of a much sadder disposition, I was now wiser and no more would I aim to be the spoiled, arrogant Count.
I knew that I had made too many mistakes, too many to calculate, too many to remember. But there was a few I could recall and I was determined to make them right. Of all the places to start on the long road to my redemption, here was not one of them.
Herefordshire estate was not that far on by carriage. However I was sure Count Alexander and the newly titled Countess would not be too pleased to see the man who had failed to fulfill his obligations at their wedding. But they were not the only ones to whom I wished to speak on the duration of my trip.
I met the newlywed couple in the parlor of their estate. As I entered the room I bowed my head, for I was feeling a new emotion. An unfamiliar word crossed my mind. Was this remorse?
Alexander stood close to Catherine, who sat with pride and dignity. For the first time in my life, I saw what true love was. Though Catherine sat with an aloof air she looked at Alexander with respect, admiration, desire, and what I could only describe as happiness. I could not help a small smile as I saw the same affection returned from Alexander. Today I would discover the word for the feeling that had plagued me since the wedding. Guilt. How had I been able to hurt them as I did? And, maybe, love was not the puddle I had once viewed it as. My apology to my friends was quick, for I knew that words would not be enough to ease the hurt I had caused them. It would take action. And that would take time.
After I excused myself I started my trip back towards Monte Burlingame. My carriage sped through town, past old houses and an old church. I had my driver stop. It is hard to illustrate the disgrace and embarrassment I felt walking into that hollowed building, with my multitude of sins weighing on my soul. I prayed genuinely for the first time in my life.
I felt lighter as I left and again started for the estate. There was one last thing I wished to amend today. We reached Lark Hill not long after midday. I spoke to Barron Cambridge and tried to set strait my intentions. Catherine had a younger sister by the name of Nicole and I wished to speak with her.
She sat contently in the small estate library, a book in her lap. It was rather odd to find a woman who often spent her time reading books and studying art as Nicole did. Her long hair fell gracefully down over her shoulders and I took my cap in my hands as I stood in the doorway for a moment, noticing her beauty as a human, not just another woman. I had always found her the more attractive of the sisters and on the notion of her beauty, I had pursued her. She was the only woman who had completely refused me. I had, however, never read further into my emotions than that futile attraction.
As I stood watching her I felt a movement inside, as if something was changing. The hard stone that held my parched, emotionless heart groaned and fell away, leaving my breast bear to the world. I felt the same affection in me that I had seen in Alexander and Catherine. I loved this woman and, if she would have me, I intended to marry her. Her name ran over my lips fluidly and rang through the room.
We were to be married two fortnights from now for, even in my prior arrogance, Nicole had seen what good had existed deep within me and had loved me in secret. If only I had known what life could be, what true joy could be.
Not only did I pledge myself to the happiness of my soon to be bride, I found refuge in the church. I gave a great deal of my earnings to the church and spent much of my time there washing away the scarlet in my soul and caring for others. I had found the two things in my life that made me feel worth while, religion and love. My soul was still scared and damaged, but it was well on its way to recovery. I had turned my life around. And this all started with the simple words of an old man’s tale. “There was a ship…”
~Tristan
Thunder clapped through the air waking me from a restless slumber. I sat up in bed, sweat cold on my brow. Another nightmare, although this one had taken a different course then the ones that had troubled my mind for over a fortnight.
I had returned home to Monte Burlingame after the wedding of my best friend and cousin. But this thunder storm, which oddly came in the middle of June, seemed to reflect my current inner turmoil. The steps I took resonated off the surrounding walls, the hallow echo burning into my soul, each one reflecting one of my million mistakes.
Darkness filled every hall, and the washroom was no different. I slowly poured water into the basin to wash the filth from my face. As I splashed the chilled water onto my skin lightning flashed across the sky and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The old loon’s words rang in my mind. “That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me…” My face. I marveled of the truths shown on such a masked surface and refused to be the man that had formally known so little of misery.
As I walked through the manor, memories of the past flashed through my mind. The many nights I had spent stripped of virtue plagued me. The lives I had left in ruin tore at my conscience. Before the wedding, I had been a different man. No, not a man, a selfish boy. Though I was of a much sadder disposition, I was now wiser and no more would I aim to be the spoiled, arrogant Count.
I knew that I had made too many mistakes, too many to calculate, too many to remember. But there was a few I could recall and I was determined to make them right. Of all the places to start on the long road to my redemption, here was not one of them.
Herefordshire estate was not that far on by carriage. However I was sure Count Alexander and the newly titled Countess would not be too pleased to see the man who had failed to fulfill his obligations at their wedding. But they were not the only ones to whom I wished to speak on the duration of my trip.
I met the newlywed couple in the parlor of their estate. As I entered the room I bowed my head, for I was feeling a new emotion. An unfamiliar word crossed my mind. Was this remorse?
Alexander stood close to Catherine, who sat with pride and dignity. For the first time in my life, I saw what true love was. Though Catherine sat with an aloof air she looked at Alexander with respect, admiration, desire, and what I could only describe as happiness. I could not help a small smile as I saw the same affection returned from Alexander. Today I would discover the word for the feeling that had plagued me since the wedding. Guilt. How had I been able to hurt them as I did? And, maybe, love was not the puddle I had once viewed it as. My apology to my friends was quick, for I knew that words would not be enough to ease the hurt I had caused them. It would take action. And that would take time.
After I excused myself I started my trip back towards Monte Burlingame. My carriage sped through town, past old houses and an old church. I had my driver stop. It is hard to illustrate the disgrace and embarrassment I felt walking into that hollowed building, with my multitude of sins weighing on my soul. I prayed genuinely for the first time in my life.
I felt lighter as I left and again started for the estate. There was one last thing I wished to amend today. We reached Lark Hill not long after midday. I spoke to Barron Cambridge and tried to set strait my intentions. Catherine had a younger sister by the name of Nicole and I wished to speak with her.
She sat contently in the small estate library, a book in her lap. It was rather odd to find a woman who often spent her time reading books and studying art as Nicole did. Her long hair fell gracefully down over her shoulders and I took my cap in my hands as I stood in the doorway for a moment, noticing her beauty as a human, not just another woman. I had always found her the more attractive of the sisters and on the notion of her beauty, I had pursued her. She was the only woman who had completely refused me. I had, however, never read further into my emotions than that futile attraction.
As I stood watching her I felt a movement inside, as if something was changing. The hard stone that held my parched, emotionless heart groaned and fell away, leaving my breast bear to the world. I felt the same affection in me that I had seen in Alexander and Catherine. I loved this woman and, if she would have me, I intended to marry her. Her name ran over my lips fluidly and rang through the room.
We were to be married two fortnights from now for, even in my prior arrogance, Nicole had seen what good had existed deep within me and had loved me in secret. If only I had known what life could be, what true joy could be.
Not only did I pledge myself to the happiness of my soon to be bride, I found refuge in the church. I gave a great deal of my earnings to the church and spent much of my time there washing away the scarlet in my soul and caring for others. I had found the two things in my life that made me feel worth while, religion and love. My soul was still scared and damaged, but it was well on its way to recovery. I had turned my life around. And this all started with the simple words of an old man’s tale. “There was a ship…”
~Tristan
5 Riddles
This was an asignment for my Senior High School British Litature class. We had to write five riddles of 14 lines each to share with the class. The answers are listed on the bottom.
Riddle #1
1 The living darkness that I am
2 seeps throughout the deeply
3 blackened woods. A visual
4 would reveal the yellowed
5 moon. Ivory razors, exposed,
6 a gut wrenching scream
7 to unite local comrades.
8 I am one of
9 many to move, perfectly synchronized,
10 with speed to great.
11 To govern my domain
12 fear must enter many.
13 A nightmare to countless
14 the true horror I personify.
Riddle #2
1 My body glistens with
2 the power to destroy
3 life. I am a leader,
4 a symbol of strength,
5 for though my vessel
6 grips my neck until
7 his knuckles turn white,
8 I lose no breath.
9 To some I am
10 their freedom, the path
11 that lest them live,
12 to others, the captor
13 that forces their summation.
14 I lead both to life and to death.
Riddle #3
1 Eternal twilight eclipses the
2 future that I know.
3 For the marble stone
4 that is my skin
5 is colder than any
6 of the snowy planes
7 that it resembles and
8 will not let warmth
9 reach my core. Blood
10 flows through me, though
11 not in my veins and
12 I have life in my
13 never ending death. Seduction
14 has never been this lethal.
Riddle #4
1 Many have felt me,
2 good and bad, for
3 I am ageless. I
4 can confuse you with
5 my simple grace and
6 happiness or my steadfast pain.
7 My true form is only
8 seen once, though I
9 may come, deceitful more than
10 once during your life. I am
11 a sweet music that
12 bewitches body and mind,
13 blinding and revealing. My
14 grip it the strongest there is
15 but it can be broken with a simple actions.
Riddle #5
1 Consuming everything I touch
2 I am a force
3 to be reckoned with.
4 I easily overpower others,
5 for that is my
6 nature. I am cruel
7 and spiteful, a companion
8 of evil. I feed
9 you deepest desires, stoking
10 them until they are a
11 burning inferno. With great
12 cunning and dexterity I control
13 your body and mind, but beware,
14 for I am a traitorous sin.
Answers
Riddle # 1- wolf Riddle # 2- sword Riddle # 3- vampire Riddle # 4- love Riddle # 5- greed
~Tristan
Riddle #1
1 The living darkness that I am
2 seeps throughout the deeply
3 blackened woods. A visual
4 would reveal the yellowed
5 moon. Ivory razors, exposed,
6 a gut wrenching scream
7 to unite local comrades.
8 I am one of
9 many to move, perfectly synchronized,
10 with speed to great.
11 To govern my domain
12 fear must enter many.
13 A nightmare to countless
14 the true horror I personify.
Riddle #2
1 My body glistens with
2 the power to destroy
3 life. I am a leader,
4 a symbol of strength,
5 for though my vessel
6 grips my neck until
7 his knuckles turn white,
8 I lose no breath.
9 To some I am
10 their freedom, the path
11 that lest them live,
12 to others, the captor
13 that forces their summation.
14 I lead both to life and to death.
Riddle #3
1 Eternal twilight eclipses the
2 future that I know.
3 For the marble stone
4 that is my skin
5 is colder than any
6 of the snowy planes
7 that it resembles and
8 will not let warmth
9 reach my core. Blood
10 flows through me, though
11 not in my veins and
12 I have life in my
13 never ending death. Seduction
14 has never been this lethal.
Riddle #4
1 Many have felt me,
2 good and bad, for
3 I am ageless. I
4 can confuse you with
5 my simple grace and
6 happiness or my steadfast pain.
7 My true form is only
8 seen once, though I
9 may come, deceitful more than
10 once during your life. I am
11 a sweet music that
12 bewitches body and mind,
13 blinding and revealing. My
14 grip it the strongest there is
15 but it can be broken with a simple actions.
Riddle #5
1 Consuming everything I touch
2 I am a force
3 to be reckoned with.
4 I easily overpower others,
5 for that is my
6 nature. I am cruel
7 and spiteful, a companion
8 of evil. I feed
9 you deepest desires, stoking
10 them until they are a
11 burning inferno. With great
12 cunning and dexterity I control
13 your body and mind, but beware,
14 for I am a traitorous sin.
Answers
Riddle # 1- wolf Riddle # 2- sword Riddle # 3- vampire Riddle # 4- love Riddle # 5- greed
~Tristan
Mirror
Gleaming with the morning light
I look upon a peaceful slumber.
I sit atop the dresser and reflect,
Reflect the room that I face,
And reflect unwavering reality.
Silent I remain for I know no words
But only truths beyond your comprehension.
I reveal what is and not what isn’t.
Not only do I watch but I listen,
Listen to confessions of a heart.
She looks into me as she wakes,
With hopes for a new day.
I show her what she is, who she is.
Watching and listening as she grows,
Grows from a girl, grows into a woman.
I have been there through her life,
Through everything she remembers and what she doesn’t.
Having seen all her shinning moments and all he lows
I know she what she fears,
She fears Aloadae and the bronze jar.
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In Greek Mythology, Aloadae (twin giants who where referred to as a singular unit) kidnapped the War God, Ares. Despite the strength of the god, Aloadae kept Ares captive in a bronze jar for thirteen months just to see if they could.
~Tristan
(Written junior year of high school)
I look upon a peaceful slumber.
I sit atop the dresser and reflect,
Reflect the room that I face,
And reflect unwavering reality.
Silent I remain for I know no words
But only truths beyond your comprehension.
I reveal what is and not what isn’t.
Not only do I watch but I listen,
Listen to confessions of a heart.
She looks into me as she wakes,
With hopes for a new day.
I show her what she is, who she is.
Watching and listening as she grows,
Grows from a girl, grows into a woman.
I have been there through her life,
Through everything she remembers and what she doesn’t.
Having seen all her shinning moments and all he lows
I know she what she fears,
She fears Aloadae and the bronze jar.
________________________________________________
In Greek Mythology, Aloadae (twin giants who where referred to as a singular unit) kidnapped the War God, Ares. Despite the strength of the god, Aloadae kept Ares captive in a bronze jar for thirteen months just to see if they could.
~Tristan
(Written junior year of high school)
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