...::Love by another Name::.. [[O/A]]

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4oo Years before today (June 26th 1865.) A few men were sentenced to an eternal imprisonment on an a new land, not seen before. The men were:

-Robert Duroche
~A French man who had the desire for sex. And in those times it was wrong.

-Thomas Frestrol
~An English man who never believed in God. And for this he was burnt and tortured.

-Finny Gotty
~A German man who was horribly obssesed with the fact that humans could and will die. So he killed numerous people in a week.

-Fredrick Mcclinly
~A Irish man who was usually found in a pub. Getting Sloshed. He wasn't rich, so he stole the money to drink.

As there arrival became appearent, the angels (Who had lived there) Came out of hiding.
A few years later, each man was married and had children. Then soon after the children became of age, a war broke out. The children were sent so they could fight. Then men and angels (Wife and husbands) stayed on their land.
The children had slaughtered the enemy. And as a gift, God, gave them the internal flame which lived inside them for years until, they settled down and had children of their own.

And in these children, they were given eternal life. They live on, to this day.

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:: Name- (Any)
:: Age- (Any)
:: Attracted to- (Male, Female, Both)
:: Gender- (Male Female)
:: Bio-
:: Personallity-
:: Rank- (Traveler, Warrior, Housekeeper, Land owner.)
:: Father- (Only if you are a grand child of that man)
:: Pet- (If you have one)
:: Use of Body- (What organ does this character have his/her Flame in. Eg: Heart, Brain, Soul etc)
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Children of Robert Duroche

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:: Name- Caine Shadelande(Duroche)
:: Age- appears about 17 but really about 75
:: Attracted to- both
:: Gender- Male
:: Bio- When he was young he knew his parents were odd. His mother made sure to give him her maiden name of Shadelande rather than his fathers. His father was obsessive over his mother to a point that bothered her. At times he'd see him drag her into their room where hed hear muffled shouts.
One night when he was about five his mother sent him to his room to go to sleep. She was gone for a few hours when his father returned. He heard him shout out and leave. Caine sat in the room by himself for a week before anyone found him. After that he was sent to live with his aunt who raised him until he found out about his father at 17 when she kicked him out.
:: Personallity- He's pretty relaxed but once he gets it into his mind that somethings up he's easily distracted and a bit paranoid. He's very caring when he finds someone worth it and although he tries to appear tough when it comes to people he cares for he's very sensitive.
:: Rank- traveler and hired hand
:: Father- Robert Duroche
:: Pet- N/A
:: Use of Body- his heart and blood vessels. red
:: Picture-
:: User- Shade Asylum


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:: Name- Annabelle Duroche
:: Age- Looks sixteen is about like 74
:: Attracted to- Both
:: Gender- Female
:: Bio- Annabelle, was a daddies girl, but wasn't as much like him as he wanted her to be. Now, her brother, who she loved, and always wanted to spend time with was taken from her and sent to live with their aunt and she was stuck with her father. When she left at age sixteen, she never went back. And, she's been searching for her brother, hoping to have a better reunion then when they last saw each other at war.
:: Personallity-Annabelle is sweet and kind/ She ca have a bit of a temper though. She hardly act her age.(That, was just for kicks since she's suppose to be old.)
:: Rank- Housekeeper
:: Father- Robert duroche
:: Pet- None, she's alergic to animals
:: Use of Body- Her Heart. Crimson Flame.
:: Picture-
:: User-Dying Memory

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Children of Thomas Frestrol

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:: Name- Lacey Frestrol
:: Age- 156 But looks 19
:: Attracted to- Male
:: Gender- Female
:: Bio- She was raised as a killer. But loved all life, she was heartbroken when ever she had to kill. This set her parents off, she was an abused child. And although she could never Kill someone. She was perfectly fine hurting them, leaving them to survive by a thread. Killing was their life, letting someone survive was her's.
:: Personallity- Loving, Out going, Strong-minded, intelligent, fun to be around.
:: Rank- Traveler
:: Father- Thomas Frestrol
:: Pet- White Spirit wolf. That travels through time and space. He knows everything about everything. But says very little.
:: Use of Body- Soul And a Blue flame
:: Picture-
Lacey Frestrol
:: User- Ohh the Magical Irony

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:: Name- Holly Frestol
:: Age- appears to be 18 but is around 82
:: Attracted to- males
:: Gender- females
:: Bio- when she was 65 and had the appearance of a 16 year old she fell in love with a boy, he loved her back but his parents were against it and forced them apart saying that holly had a dodgy background.
They tried to run away but there was an accident and the boy died. holly never got over it and has pledged to herself that she'll never fall in love with a normal person again as it is too heart breaking.
:: Personallity- Quiet and reserved though when drunk loud and open. she never tells secrets but is very good at keeping them. sShe very aloof and never listens to what people say which of course get her into trouble often.
:: Rank- Travler
:: Father- Thomas Frestrol
:: Pet- N/A
:: Use of Body- lungs black flame
:: Picture-
:: User- pixle44
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Children of Finny Gotty

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:: Name- Tana Simone Gotty
:: Age- 140 looks 20
:: Attracted to- Female
:: Gender- Female
:: Bio- Tana was born into a world of self doubt. She was the odd ball of her family, her father having an affair with a Russian woman. Being the only one in the family with violet eyes, dark hair, and her mother's accent she was teased horribly as a child. Her siblings pushed her down, called her names, left her behind, and did everything to make her miserable. Her never met her mother and was often beaten by her father's wife. At a very young age she took to being mute, people left her alone then. Going off at the age of 16 she tried to settle on her own, only to be shoved under the foot of people around her. Again. The only time she found her place was in a tavern. Being skilled with drinks and able to make music attracting customers it was only a few years before she bought the tavern and was able to call it her own.
:: Personality- Fiery and passionate, though she doesn't speak much everything can be told in just a look. A very good people person she may have a tough appearance, but she's on of the softest, most kind people on the inside. Overly-protective at times. Tries to keep more of her Russian culture than her father's German, seeing as how she found they were very cruel to her.
:: Rank- House Keeper
:: Father- Finny Gotty
:: Pet- German Shepard companion
:: Use of Body- Eyes orange flame
:: Picture- Snow days!
:: User- Payne Greggor



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Children of Fredrick Mcclinly

1.
:: Name- Roisin Leanne Mcclinly
:: Age- looks 17 but is really 89
:: Attracted to- Male
:: Gender- Female
:: Bio- Roisin was a blessed child to her parents. A gift from the gods. Or so they thought. Nothing they had ever done had caused them to deserve this arrogant, spoiled, wicked child. Roisin ran of her own choice. Fled the home that had been provided for her for sixteens years. She never looked back. Never. She never planned to return and the war offered her an easy way out. Broke her parents hearts.
:: Personallity- She is extremely bras and impulsive and too often acts upon her emotions. She often flys off the handle when angry -true to her irish blood- and mouths of. Her mouthiness has earned her many a scar and landed her in a pretty tight place.
:: Rank- (Traveler)
:: Father- (Fredrick Mcclinly)
:: Pet- An Egyptian sphinx named Amorie
:: Use of Body- Mouth-silver flame
:: Picture- http://img2.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/07022008/8/c/c/e/8cced032abf690_full.png
:: User- Bellatrix Malfoy-Luv it


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:: Name- Clover
:: Age- 14
:: Attracted to- Males
:: Gender- female
:: Bio- Nothing is known except for the fact that she is the last survivor of a royal family. Nobody knows this except her.
:: Personallity- She is very innocent, kinda and caring. She can also be a little air-headed sometimes.
:: Rank- None as of now
:: Father-N/A
:: Pet- N/A
:: Use of Body- Doesn't have one, is a normal girl living in the city.
:: Picture-
:: User- HaruhiFugioka1234


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Announcments

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( This RolePlay is now Open and Accepting)

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Bump?

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Lacey wandered around the gates of the town. She hummed lightly as she walked.
"Oh?" She said to herself, bending down and picked a rock up. She smiled faintly. Then threw it a bit farther away from the town than what it was.

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Twirling a knife between her fingers Tana stared at the wall in front of her. A few men mumbled behind her, bursting into laughter. Cocking one eyebrow she took a deep breath and flicked the knife away from her. With a solid thunk it landed in the middle of the board. Her arms raised in the air as a mixture of cheers and moans went up around her. One man slammed his head on the wooden table under him. She turned on her heel, smirking, eyes blazing. "Aww come on lass..." The man whined, all ready reaching for his wallet. She wagged her finger, plucking the wallet from his hand, taking a wad of bills and tossing the square back in his lap. She was slapped on the shoulder, only to wave the drunkard off, tapping the mug in his hand. It was early, and still the drunks refused to go home to their loud wives and blubbering children. It wasn't her fault...And she rather liked the amount she could full in. Going back behind the bar she grabbed a small towel, rubbing the back of her neck and cheeks off. She caught a sideways glance from a girl at the end of the bar, and her eyes flared, head tilted to the side. With a quick twist she went to messing with her large keg under the bar, trying to hide her blush.

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Lacey stood there for a moment. Her eye's glued on the rock she had thrown. Something about that rock was weird. But no, she wouldn't go look at it. She sighed lightly, and started to walk the opposite way. Back into the gates of this town. Humming as she walked. Lacey, really, hadn't a place to go. Homeless was exactly what she was. But she just walked around.

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Tana sighed, getting a whiff of a rather ungodly smell in the tavern. Standing up she looked around only to see a garbage, at the end of the bar, overflowing. Wiping her hands off with the small towel she tucked it in her belt, and then placed her hands on her hips. She caught her other bar-maid sitting on some man's lap, trying to get a bigger tip no doubt. Tana knew she had asked the girl to take the garbage out a few hours before hand. Scowling he grabbed the wooden barrel and stormed out the back. She scared a dozen or so rats and a few drunkards trying to stumble home. With a kick of her foot the back door slammed shut and she started walking down the back alley. The smell was starting to make her eyes water, but she just shook her head and walked clear to the town gates. Giving the morning guard a little wave she went pass, dragging the barrel over to a large cart, filled with others just like the one she held. Giving it to a rather large man she received a freshly washed barrel and a pat on her head. "Simone! Where's ya wench?" He laughed softly. She rolled her eyes and put one hand on her head, sighing. "Ah...Tad busy is she? Tell ya what, next two barrel ya bring...Be on me. K?" She gave him a little bow of her head, waving him off. Only to receive a finger poked in the middle of her forehead, "I'll have none of that! Run along now!" She gave him a stubborn look, but ended up smiling anyway. He stunk, horribly, but he was a good man.