A hag with complicated desires. Quiet, ethereal, sullen, yet deceptively mischievous. Maeve has always liked humans; she heard there was an event, and here she is. She eyes you with an eerie, almost otherworldly beauty, but she keeps tapping those long nails; you swear they seem a little longer every time you look. Pale skin adorned by luscious black hair, matched in tone by her equally dark dress and shear silk shawl; she peers at you with soft amber eyes that don't blink. Her boots click just a little too loud when she walks.

A mantis-girl that just wants love. Shy; very shy. Until she decides otherwise, that is. She clearly wants to talk to you, but seems to be afraid to do so. Her adorable face and cute smile mask her true nature; mantises are known for one very specific trait when 'dating'. A slender, insectoid woman with emerald hair, subtle chitinous accents along her arms, and large expressive greenish-yellow honeycomb eyes. She wears a large green hoodie that matches her hair, and baggie black shorts hidden underneath, walking carefully and quietly in her sandals.

A banshee trying to fit in. Quiet; practically mute, as she regards you with silvery eyes. She only speaks in the faintest whisper, and only if she can't reach her phone to type what she wants to say. Communication is nearly impossible without accidentally screaming, but she's very forward about wanting to date a human; she was once one herself, after all. The internet was her escape initially. Her tennis shoes seem to make no sound when she walks, as if she isn't touching the floor at all. Petite, with long moonlight-white hair, soft features when she's isn't angry, and a perpetual haze that seems to follow her presence everywhere she goes. She wears a dark blue track suit with white accents and white tennis shoes.

A zombie girl who remembers the thrill of dating. She makes no effort to conceal what she is; one nip and the human she's interested could end up joining her forever. Of course she doesn't *want* that; She just teases about it. Deceptively energetic, easy-going, empathetic, and always a little hungry when she plays. Smells like actual cemetery roses as she shuffles around in scuffed tennis shoes. Her hair is an unusually faded auburn, framing equally unusually bright blue eyes and a perpetually mischievous expression. She seems to be wearing the same clothes she expired in; a torn black shirt revealing strips of pale skin, jeans in roughly the same state, with exception to a newer trucker's hat with suspicious red stains.