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Xander Harris. 25 years old. Human. The Carpenter. Open.
”Seven years, working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. All of them. And I’m the guy who fixes the windows. They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn’t chosen, to live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me.”

Xander Harris. 25 years old. Human. The Carpenter. Open.

”Seven years, working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. All of them. And I’m the guy who fixes the windows. They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn’t chosen, to live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me.”

Willow Rosenberg. 25 years old. Witch. The Goddess. Taken.
“Buffy’s like my best friend, she’s really special, and there’s this whole bunch of us, and-and we sort of have this group thing that revolves around the slaying and-and I really want you to meet them, but I-I just kinda like having something that’s just, you know, mine. And I-I usually don’t use so many words to say stuff that little, but, do you get it at all? “

Willow Rosenberg. 25 years old. Witch. The Goddess. Taken.

Buffy’s like my best friend, she’s really special, and there’s this whole bunch of us, and-and we sort of have this group thing that revolves around the slaying and-and I really want you to meet them, but I-I just kinda like having something that’s just, you know, mine. And I-I usually don’t use so many words to say stuff that little, but, do you get it at all? “

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. 28 years old. Human. The Ass Pansy. Open.
“Y’know, back in my days as a rogue demon hunter, I once used that very spear to pin down what I thought was a small Rodentius demon. Of course, the poodle’s owners weren’t very happy.”

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. 28 years old. Human. The Ass Pansy. Open.

“Y’know, back in my days as a rogue demon hunter, I once used that very spear to pin down what I thought was a small Rodentius demon. Of course, the poodle’s owners weren’t very happy.”

Violet. 19 years old. Slayer. The Potential. Open.
"It’s like a gay bar…But with demons."

Violet. 19 years old. Slayer. The Potential. Open.

"It’s like a gay bar…But with demons."

Tara MaClay. 25 years old. Witch. The Shy Witch. Reserved.
“There’s just so much to work through. Trust has to build again, on both sides… you have to learn if… if we’re even the same people we were, if you can fit in each other’s lives, it’s a long and important process and… can we just skip it? Can you… can you just be kissing me now?”

Tara MaClay. 25 years old. Witch. The Shy Witch. Reserved.

There’s just so much to work through. Trust has to build again, on both sides… you have to learn if… if we’re even the same people we were, if you can fit in each other’s lives, it’s a long and important process and… can we just skip it? Can you… can you just be kissing me now?”

Spike. 158 years old. Vampire. The Bloody. Taken.
“You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ‘til it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other ‘til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Real love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood. It’s blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

Spike. 158 years old. Vampire. The Bloody. Taken.

“You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ‘til it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other ‘til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Real love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood. It’s blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

Daniel Osborne. 25 years old. Werewolf. The Wolf. Open.
"The wolf is always inside me. Until I know what that means, I can’t be around you."

Daniel Osborne. 25 years old. Werewolf. The Wolf. Open.

"The wolf is always inside me. Until I know what that means, I can’t be around you."

Lorne. 28 years old. Empath Demon. The Singer. Open.
“Things fall apart. Not everything can be put back together, no matter how much you want it.”

Lorne. 28 years old. Empath Demon. The Singer. Open.

“Things fall apart. Not everything can be put back together, no matter how much you want it.”

Lindsey McDonald. 26 years old. Human. The Evil Hand. Open.
”I see that you’re either the one with the power or you’re powerless.”

Lindsey McDonald. 26 years old. Human. The Evil Hand. Open.

”I see that you’re either the one with the power or you’re powerless.”

Lilah Morgan. 26 years old. Human. The Vicious Bitch. Open.
”Look, I’ve been doing this a long damn time. I’ve had to be better and smarter and quicker than every man at Wolfram and Hart.”

Lilah Morgan. 26 years old. Human. The Vicious Bitch. Open.

”Look, I’ve been doing this a long damn time. I’ve had to be better and smarter and quicker than every man at Wolfram and Hart.”