Loose Fantasy Starter

(I don't mean to sound like a snob but good spelling, grammar and being descriptive is appreciated. Thanks.) Scenario: She was slightly aware for most of her life about the creatures that rule the night. She had heard about them throughout her childhood but mainly ignored them, only using them to scare younger kids from time to time. One night, she headed out with her brother and some of his friends. After walking around for a bit, being a small town, they head out into the fields and the woods, the old hideout and playground of all the children who grew up here. Together in a clearing, they start a small fire, sitting around it, passing around the bottle of whiskey, aged and beautiful, liberated from their parent's liquor cabinet. As it got a little colder and the bottle was nearly done, the fire was stamped out and they headed off somewhere else, probably to someone's house but she broke away from them, starting to head back, having plans for the day that had already begun. The wind picks up a bit, moving the leaves and rifling my hair as she made her way back through the trees, her eyes slightly adjusted to the darkness but knowing the routes of these woods like the back of her hand, seeing didn't matter too much. She looked up at the moon as the clouds part, smiling slightly with a pleasantly spinning head, not realising that you are watching her nearby with a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. (Name to be decided at time of roleplay. She is 5'2. She has dark emerald eyes with dark hair dyed blue hair, flowing slightly over her shoulder in a messy ponytail. Pale skin and glasses with a two piercing at the top of both ears, a stud and a ring, and a dark purple rose with music notes as the stem snakes it's way up her right arm from her wrist. She has a small scar on her chin, from a mirror breaking in a bathroom in her late teens, and several marks on her wrists. Some are various scars from owning two cats, others are straighter and more... deliberate looking if you understand but they are from years ago and whilst she covers them with jewellery, she is by no means ashamed. It’s just easier and people don’t judge or ask or get offended or upset. Wearing a hoody, a grey t-shirt, faded black jeans and purple vans, along with a necklace of a guitar pick engraved with a dragon on it.)