The Boss

The Boss is in control. Purposeful and wilful. Protective and honourable. Believing that the team is counting on her leadership to pull off the plan. At this level, she has immense amounts of self-confidence, strengthened by past performance. The Boss is a straight shooter, doesn't pull any punches in the quest to get things done. The flaw in her approach is that her wilfulness doesn't always take into consideration the other members of the team, steamrollering them, overpowering them, and relying heavily on her ability to control the team. Control is a real issue for her. She expects other people to stand up for themselves. Others look up to her and can rest assured that she will get the job done. The Boss is uncomfortable with close relationships, but when her softer side surfaces, it gives her that much-needed third dimension.

The Boss's character flaw is based on the incorrect belief that the world is an overly demanding place and the only way to get what you want is to be powerful and force your will on others. Her biggest fear is to be weak. During the story, she learns that hiding vulnerability creates vulnerability.

When she's under pressure, she withdraws. When she's relaxed and secure, she uses her power to help others get what they want.

The Boss never identified with her care-giving figure, who may not have been the mother. Still, she didn't disconnect completely. Somehow she took on the role of protector - perhaps a protective father figure was missing or ineffective. In order to keep the order in the household, The Boss had to grow up fast and become either the protective figure of the household or compliment the protective figure to bring the level of protection up to a comfortable level. As an adult, she has taken the leadership role in every situation, learning that this is the way one keeps order and makes sure everything turns out okay. This controlling nature may have driven away followers, leaving her a little lonely.

Having had a lot of education, The Boss works on the assumption that others know she should be in control or in power. She's surprised when she meets resistance to her drive for power. She also tends to "float above" everyone and avoids getting directly involved in smaller battles.

At work, The Boss is a bold, take charge kind of person – a tough negotiator who likes a worthy opponent. Under the surface lies a soft heart, driven to protect the underdog. She's attracted to high-powered work where she can shoulder a lot of responsibility.

The Boss is in control and wants others to remember that. She has the strongest will in the room and thinks this wilfulness is a primary component of completing any goal. She doesn't see personal relationships as that important and may seem a little uncaring. She wants the others to focus on the task at hand. "Keep your eyes on the prize." "This is it; let's do it." The Boss is also very extroverted, able to take control quickly even when the help isn't asked for. She may step into a conflict and try to solve it, paying the consequences. "I was trying to help."

Internal Dialogue: "I can do it. I feel good when I'm powerful."

Battler

Battler has slowly become a leader over the years. He has always had an analytic mind, usually concentrating in one area of knowledge. He has spent most of his life in his head, analysing the world. As time has progressed, he has lost touch with reality more and more and in profound ways. This subtype is less interactive with the environment, so he's especially susceptible to paranoid delusions. The world is an unsafe and overwhelming place. Focusing on inner thought has always been a safe place for him. But now that he has lost touch with reality, the source of the delusions are coming from within his own head, Battler is now ready to act out on these delusions - either by destroying the world to start over or by taking control of it to make it a simpler, eviler place. He is socially isolated, negative about the world and possibly addictive.

Battler's character flaw is based on the incorrect belief that being self-sufficient will free him from needing things from others. He avoids intrusions and demands by others.

When he's under pressure, he gets involved in rampant thoughts without following through on anything. When he's relaxed and secure, he more straightforward and forthcoming without getting bogged down in thought.

Battler is a product of an inattentive set of parental figures. They were there but too busy with their own pursuits to give the child the stability and sense of safety he needed. Possibly abuse came from an outside place, creating a feeling that the world is a dangerous and over-whelming place. As a result, he retreated into his mind, mulling over what he knows, feeding on facts about the world. He became an outsider. At some point, Battler began losing touch with reality and separated from the intellectual community. Perhaps thrown out of his professorship or shunned by the science profession for his creative and wacky ideas.

Having had an average education, Battler is very well informed and has always loved learning, in and out of school. He may social and love talking with others, but does his real thinking alone. He has diverse interests.

At work, Battler is both arrogant and over-intellectual, or avoidant and socially awkward. He holds emotions in contempt, and avoids emotional scenes by putting up walls, finding it hard to concentrate in the presence of others.

Battler is an intelligent person and has thinking processes down pat, but he's horribly misguided by his own mind. His mind has added incorrect facts to the mix that he believes. Therefore, Battler is likely to have crazy theories about how the world works, as well as paranoid delusions. He, however, won't usually become a ranting maniac, there's almost a sense to what he thinks and he speaks in an ordered, seemingly rational way.

Dialogue examples: "I hate that loud guy." "Conform? Never." "I don't trust the mailman." Internal Dialogue: "I'm perceptive. I feel good when I'm wise."

(Can you guess who they are? The first pretty obvious, second a little harder.)

So the Date begins.

Amelie's POV –

As I wait at the bar at the small restaurant in the Founders square, open to only few people. I process how I got here. Myrnin may have had good luck in finding Claire, yet that does not mean I will. My heart will always belong to Sam, my beloved decease love, but as Myrnin so rightfully pointed out I do need someone with me, someone to attend functions with, someone to catch me when I'm down, someone to love who is still alive or vampric. However I doubt I will find such a person so now I lower my standards to just the first; someone to attend functions with. I can no longer ask Myrnin because he is with little Claire, to whom has already attended these events with him at her own cost though I know I couldn't let her hurt, she is far to valuable and I have grown to attached to her. As I sit with my martini in hand, white rose so my company can recognise me in my pocket, a hand touched my shoulder and as I turn a growl releases from my mouth.

Morley.

"What are you doing here?" I spit at him, in a very calm, icy voice to discourage others to get involved. I turn fully getting into a predatory stance while still looking Queenly, he raises his hands in a surrender motion though I do not relax but straighten up appearing unaffected by him.

"Well Amelie, I am here on a date. Since you so kindly asked me I return it, why are you here? Out for a night cap, lonely." Morley says his voice leaking with sarcasm, I hate him, and I hate him. I still wonder why I still allow him to live, oh yes because he is almost as old as me. It would be very difficult and though I hate him he is a good asset it have in my grasp.

"I'm also here on a dat- oh, umm, why are you wearing a white rose?" I asked optimistically hoping that my theory wasn't correct. If it was I was thinking about reconsidering my promise to Myrnin to stay on this date, though I did not say that I would enjoy it.

"My date will recognise me – You're my date aren't you?" Morley smirked handing me his hand which I took and he took us to a table in the back. "We have a lot to talk about Amelie. But first I must ask why you are on a dating website; truly the Founder can get a date."

"I have a function to attend and Myrnin, the fool, suggested I go on the dating site that he met his little Claire on and started a relationship. Of course I rejected the idea first but with the upcoming event and Myrnin's constant nagging I allowed him to sign me up as I wasn't able to get out long enough to find a compatible company to attend the function with. How did you find yourself in this predicament?"

"As you well know human have been staying in earlier and keeping in their homes more, so it has become impossible for us to find blood so I thought I could nab my date, though I find that quite impossible now." Morley explained I was completely outraged that he would try to prey on the innocent, ok not really but that was a better reason.

"Morley as you well know we have blood bags for your use but you insist not to use them."

"But were would be the fun? And the taste… oh the taste lacks so much, I don't know how you survive on that disgrace."

"Oh but we also have the source of a few willing more or less humans that will allow you to feed directly from them." I said that would mostly accommodate his needs if you wants direct source we have direct source that will stop him from hunting humans and stop more of Claire's rants and maybe slow down Captain Obvious rebellion. Maybe.

"But what about the hunt? You know how much we use to hunt together? Do you remember the time we both were in Greece and we were both hunting the same human, as I use to say 'great minds think alike, so do there appetites'. Ah the human was good wasn't she what was her name…. Roza something?"

I remembered the memory vividly, summer in 1807, in Greece the princess was to marry a young man though she was in love with another. I was there on business and she told me so I decide to end it all so she didn't have to go through it, so considerate aren't I? "Roza Bella Dangimor, she was the princess such fine blood it was pure quite usual for that time. Do you remember the time in Italy with that young man he was courting so many young women, when he made his move on me you stepped in as we both had a little snack. His blood was tainted though."

"Oh yes such good times do you remember when…" And we continued like that for most of the night until we separated just before he asked me to the function and we attend, had a good time then never spoke again till he wanted to leave Morganville… But that's another story….

I know, I know rubbish ending, please Review. I know it's been so long but I was originally just going to keep it a one shot but I might keep doing these so if you have any suggestions feel free.