Walk Beside Me (A literate RP, Open)

[Iskander]

[Based off of LJ Smith's Nightworld series]

The Nightworld, and the Dayworld, "two halves of a twisted peach," as some Godforsaken forgotten author put it. Sometimes called the world of the living and the world of dead, despite the fact that many of the denizens of the Nightworld are far from dead.

The End of the World, the apocalypse, entropy. The winding down of the universe has many names, it is just happenning far faster than human scientists have thought.

Messiah, savior, God...Who will save you? God doesn't live here, anymore.

[Iskander]

[Nightworld]

The Nightworld isn't exactly a world, it is more of a culture. An underground culture made up of the oddest of people, if you could even call them that. The Nightworld is vicious, cruel, unforgiving, but enjoyable, and full of ecstasy.

[Creatures]


Vampires: Creatures of legends and myths, they appear to be nothing more than humans. Unusually fit humans in this age of obesity, but humans nonetheless. A vampire doesn't flinch in sunlight, but their night vision is better than their day vision. There is no turning into bats, or mist, or other such nonsense, and garlic does nothing to them unless they happen to dislike Italian food. Crosses are no problem either, and they don't carry out their soil or whatever else people may speculate. They can sleep in coffins, if only because they choose too. A vampire has other powers besides being rather strong and immortal. Telepathy runs in their blood, stronger in others and weaker in others. Telepathy either comes in the form of talking mentally, hearing mentally or using telepathy as weapon. Never all three.

Wood, however, is the one thing the legends got right (along with a vampire's need to drink blood). A vampire can be harmed by other means, like metal, fire, acid... but none of those means leave a mark for more than an hour tops. A vampire heals at an incredible rate, unless cut by wood. Then they heal as a normal human would. This comes with a price, the reason that they heal so fast, and are immortally young is because of their blood. However, vampire blood destroys the hemoglobin in the bloodstream, so they need to feed once a day (or more depending in their mood). The feeling of 'thirst' is not thirst at all, but aphyxiation.

Werewolfs: Wolfman, come see the wolfman. A man who turns into a wolf at the full moon, is what many people believe. On the contrary, a werewolf turns whenever they want, and aren't hulking beastly men like the old movies portray them as. They are human, and then they are wolf; there is a between-form, but nothing so grotesque as one might think. Werewolfs aren't the smartest in the bunch, but are insanely loyal and instintually good fighters.

Wolfsbane, a plant grown only on high peaks in the mountains is the weakness of this Nightworlder. When fed to the 'wolf, or inhaled, it poisons them. And only a skilled herbwoman can save them. A werewolf can feed in human form, but when it feeds as a 'wolf it has to eat the internal organs of an animal. That is how hunters have marked a kill as a werewolf's.

Witches: A witch is a witch is a which? Witches, the name is not gender specific (there are male witches as well) are the herbwoman and men often read about. They don't all have warts, though it is possible, and they don't fly on broomsticks or wear ridiculous hats. They are skilled in all the ways of healing and poisoning through herbs such as wolfsbane, foxglove, and other such plants. This information is usually passed down through each family line, and each family line has a unique signature plant or magic. Magic, of course they have magic. They cannot hex or curse someone as one might think, but are adept at killing people.

A witch's main offense is the 'orange fire', a sphere about the size of a baseball (to the size of a basketball) forms between her/his cupped palms. It is then thrown and explodes into either flames, or lava or whatever else they feel like. Not the most effective weapon, but certainly destructive when it hits. A lot of the witch's magics aren't so visible, however. They can encourage plants to grow, have an affinity with animals, learn healing magic, create wards... the list is endless. A witch's weakness, besides being mortal is iron. The iron will poison his/her blood until she dies an agonizingly slow death.

And the first vampire was a witch.

Shapeshifters: A cousin to the werewolf, but descended from dragons. A shapeshifter is born with an animal, and can change shapes at will. Anything from a bird such as a hawk, to a jaguar, to a beetle. Very similar to their werewolf cousins they can have a between-form, and are good instinctual fighters. They mainly are humans, and only animals in a fight or stealth situation. Gold is their poison.


[Dayworld]

The city of Kaffeyville isn't very large, but it isn't very small. A midsized city, with its share of problems. Urban sprawl, crime, domestic violence, a handful of outskirt gangs... and vampires. Oh yes, the vampires, werewolfs, witches, shapeshifters and vigilantes. The vigilante Hunters are almost as bad as the demonic denizens themselves, armed to the teeth with arcane weapons and attitudes they hole themselves up in Kaffeyville just for a chance to bag themselves a vampire. And it is much harder to bring a corpse to justice than a person.

The downtown of Kaffeyville is like a giant grid, with many allies and small independent shops. There is a city hall, some apartments, a firestation, the normal things. And then... then there are the clubs. Many of which are frequented by Nightworlders as well as Dayworlders.

[Creatures]

Humans: Uh. No need to explain, do we?

Old Souls: Humans who have been reincarnated several times, and remember their past lives to a certain extent.

Witches: (See above)

Hunters: Hunters hunt the Nightworlders, usually for the reason of revenge. Often vigilante humans with something to prove. Sometimes witches or other Nightpeople.

[Iskander]

NPC's
Name: Madder Redfern
Race: Vampire
Physical description: A wiry young man, by the looks of it, his face set in a mask of apathy. He inherited his dark red hair from his mother, and her from her mother, all the way back to Maia, the First. His face is very angular, no trace of baby fat clings to his bones, not on his face, not on his body. Madder is built like a jaguar, muscle, for sudden strikes. His hair is short, and cleanly cut, yet still looks more like a punk's than a prince's.
Personality: Out of the twins, Madder is the 'calmer' one. The more reasonable one. The more logical one. He is the one to persuade, but he is also harder to read. More likely to gut you while smiling and shaking your hand.
Alliance: Nightworld [Night Council]

Name: Lily Redfern
Race: Vampire
Physical description: Her body is like Madder's, only with some more curves, less angles and a small chest. Her hair she likes to wear long and in a braid, to distinguish herself from her twin, but other than they they are identical.
Personality: Lily likes blood, she likes to see people writhe before her, bow before her and beg. She is also cruel, and often blinded by what she believes in right.
Alliance: Nightworld [Night Council]

Name: Rudi
Race: Werewolf
Physical description: Not a burly man, but far from small Rudi is a beast. He has mucles, lots of them, like a guy who goes to the gym too much. His skin is tan, and his hair an Icelandic blonde to go with his pale eyes. Famous wolf, he has one tattoo, that one, on his back. A wolf howling at the moon with the kanji for Ookami in the moon. About six foot, he isn't towering above his opponents, but certainly faster than most. He lacks class, for all his brawn, and his hair is shaggy and his appearance unkempt.

His wolf form? A hulking grey wolf with a scar running down his side.
Personality: Insnaely loyal to the Redferns, for reasons yet unrevealed to all other's he regards as morons. Except for his kin, which he gives respect. In Rudi's eyes, only 'wolves and the Redferns are worth a cent. He's not stupid, but can be slower than the average person, too many blows to the brain.
Alliance: Nightworld

[Iskander]

[Blue Fire]

There is a legend about the Wild Powers, four people with the power to stop the end of the world. Just a rumor, that was all it took to divide the Nightworld and the Dayworld. Suddenly Nightpeople were helping Daypeople and vice versa. Four Wild Powers to turn back the 'tide of darkness and shadow'.

"One lest, and the world ends."

[The Soulmate Principal]

There is a theory that there is one person for us. One 'soulmate', a true love, the other half of you. This person can meet you and it is instant love, or instant sparks, which may or may not be good. Some say it feels like fire in their hearts and hands, and others that it feels like a silver string attatching them.

[Iskander]

[Characters and Players]
Iskander-
Akai_Ryu- Ghost
Mikora- Linara Lysinaga
xNaomi- Naomi
kelbelmol2006- Kataline Anaya





[Character Sheet]

Gaianame:
Sample of role playing skill:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Physical description:
Personality:
History: (Optional)
Weapon: (If a Hunter)
Soulmate: (optional)
Alliance: (Optional)



PM PROFILES. DO NOT POST THEM HERE.
-Halfbreeds I don't like very much. You have to be very special to submit a profile as one.
-Wangsty people will get a note on how to become less wangsty.
-Illiterates will be asked to go away, polietely.

[Iskander]

(What I consider to be a literate post... from my RP Weiss Kreuz: Seele, Doesn't have to be that long)

Quote:

Many miles away the subject of such an order was standing hear the sacred shrine in Nara. Blue eyes that had seen a too much of the world were focused on something far away as he held out the grain for the deer. Dressed in more traditional garb than the old grey gakuran he had worn most of his 'career' Nagi Naoe sighed. He could feel that something was going to change, only yesterday he recieved mail from New York. And today from Munich. Schwarz was coming back together, which only meant one thing.

Kritiker was also on the move. He had ties to the underworld still, and knew the best of the best when it came to killing, stealing and forging. Something many wouldn't expect of the seventeen year old 'prodigy'. A title he hated when his peers used it. There had been whispers about an all-powerful government agency beyond checks and balances that was out for the world. An organization with assasins like no others at it's disposal. Since the fall of Estet the only organization that could it was the one which backed Weiß.

One of the sacred deer bumped his hand, demanding more grain. He reached into his pockets only to find he had none. At that same moment and black car pulled up, tires crunching on the gravel.

"...already...?" The assasin wondered aloud.

[Iskander]

[Profiles: Nightworld]
[Name:] Adalwulf "Ghost" Lowell
[Age:] 32
[Gender:] Male
[Species:] Shape-shifter

[Description:] Adalwulf, called Ghost because of his coloring, is tall and lanky at 6'2" and 150 pounds. Muscles like steel cords and a toothy, wolfish grin along with his shaggy hair gives him the air of a human wolf. Ghost's sharp chin is softened by the fringe of beard he wears. Much like his lupine form Ghost has grayish white hair, almost as if he went prematurely gray. The roots are a darker color than the ends and so is his beard.

Normally Ghost keeps his longish hair slicked back, but occasionally he lets the chin-length strands fall forward. No matter how much time the man spends in the sun he retains his clear but very pale complexion. The only thing keeping him from being called an albino is the fact that his eyes are a light clear blue that seem almost transparent. Like many musicians Ghost's fingers are long, dexterous and covered in calluses from playing instruments.

Having learned how far a nice set of clothes can get one in his youth, Ghost can usually be seen wearing a suit and tie. However, when alone or doing work that is potentially messy, he can be seen wearing a dress shirt neatly ironed and starched with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and jeans instead of slacks with his tie loosened. Given his light coloring, Ghost tends to wear light grays, tans and whites instead of the darker colors a lot of well dressed men prefer.

Aside from a rather unusual watch Ghost doesn't normally wear much jewelry. When dressed up however he wears a set of pewter cuff-links and a pewter tie clip. The cuff links are expertly shaped like howling wolves' heads while the tie clip is shaped like a pack of wolves running at full stretch. One of the things that very few people know is that Ghost's torso is traced with faint scars, marking where he had been bitten and slashed at in the past.

[Personality:] Ghost has a sort of Devil-may-care attitude about life. He's open to just about everything and is willing to try just about everything. Generally found grinning, Ghost often comes off as a jovial sort. Adding to that image is the fact that he doesn't really hold grudges. Despite the fact that he's very much the lone wolf Ghost is incredibly loyal to his friends.

The werewolf doesn't care much for the few vampires he's run across nor for the witches, seeing them as arrogant and too stuffy. He doesn't like being tied down much either. Wanderlust burns bright and hard in Ghost's blood, sending him around the globe to see the sights and absorb their brand of music. Aside from traveling Ghost loves music of almost any sort.


Name: Naomi
Age: 18
Race: Witch
Physical description: Her body frame is average, a little lithe and petite, but her arms and legs are well toned and capable. The young witch stand about five foot six, with her mane of sleek ebony hair, streaked with strands and locks of lime green. The bottom of her hair reaches about mid-back, her bangs very long, but only about half as long as the rest. Her skin is slightly pale and creamy, like a vampire's, although not as translucent. Her face is simply symmetric, large doe like eyes framed with thick burgundy lashes.

Irises are of bright green color, resembling a cat's. Her nose is somewhat small, placed just above her lips, almost always presented in a wry smile. Her clothing consists of a corset-like top, the lacey areas and thick strings matching the bright green streaks of her hair, the corset tied in the middle of her chest in crisscrosses. Her bottom, is a skirt, about knee length, a dark color, like the indigo hue of the night. Her shoes are just boots, with buckles that are nicely shinied up. As clumsy as they look, they served as good kicking weapons.

Personality: The girl is generally kind towards others, accepting and very open minded. However, if you provoke her, she might serve to be a very difficult adversary. A bit stubborn and hardheaded, she hardly ever stops at something until she achieves it, which makes her such a witch. When she does fight for whatever reasons however, she acts completely on impulse, determination, and inspiration...But she doesn't usually think twice when she does something, which is another fault of hers.
History: Grew up with normal parents, except for her mother, who was also a witch. Her father obviously not liking the fact that Naomi turned out to harness magical powers, left them both. Her mother works far away, only visiting once in a long time.
Soulmate: None yet.

Name: Eilan Bial
Age: 22
Race: Vampire
Physical description: Eilan's wan skin, not so pale as to look sickly, demands even more attetiong to her piercing, clear yellow eyes. Rarely wearing heavy makeup, she usually wears brown eyeliner and mascara. Her long, curly, white hair cascades down her back when not falling over her shoulder or pulled up in some way.

Being of the artsy (not tragically artsy though) frame of mind, her style in uncoventional. She ranges from the preppy side of things to the goth side of things, but is typically seen wearing a pair of flare blue jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of pea coat; she sports either a pair of boots or sneakers.

Personality: Eilan is extremely blunt at times, depending on her mood. She is sarcastic, witty, and nice at times. She doesn't have the snobbish air of most vampires being the artist she is. In older times, she would be considered Bohemian and doesn't take pride in the fact that she is sometimes called a tortured artist, because she is not such a thing.

Eilan is very down to earth, and she loves to have a good time, frequenting the clubs and the like. She has many, or what she would call, acquaintances and very few friends. She doesn't like to get too close to anyone person just for the sheer fact of the very nature of people.

[Iskander]

[Profiles: Dayworld]

Name: Linara Lysinaga
Age: 20
Race: Shapeshifter
Physical description: Linara (or Lina, for short) has a fairly thin frame, making her quite steathly. Her skin is more pale than tanned, which is mostly because she never lets the sun get to her skin very much. She is about 5'7" and probably about 146 pounds. Lina's straight, brown-and-gold hair falls to her hips and is usually in a braid. Her eyebrows are thin and a dark shade of brown. The hunter's almond-shaped eyes are an odd crimson colour from her contact lenses.

Linara's taste in clothing is rather questionable. The young woman tends to wear colours that are more on the dark side. When she is simply going out for one reason or another, she usually wears a long, dark skirt or a pair of old jeans she found in her closet, along with either a sweater or a loose blouse with wide sleeves. And on her feet she either wears indigo boots or beat-up running shoes. While she is on a hunt, she wears a black cloak over her clothes, as well as a large belt around her waist that holds all of her weapons.

But no matter what the occasion or time, she always wears one thing - a silk scarf covering her entire face, except for her eyes. She always wears one, and each scarf is usually a different colour each day. The only time she is not wearing one is when she is sleeping. She tells no one why she wears these. There are about four possible ways to see her without the scarf. One: Linara trusts her life with the person; two: one would have to sneak into her room while she was asleep; three: the scarf would have to fall off and four: the scarf would have to be ripped off.
Personality: Linara is shy and quiet around and to most people. She does not go around town to meet people. The only way for her to do that was if she was forced against her will, or she was being paid an enormous amount of money in a dire situation. She is quite intelligent, as well as talented in the arts.

Also, Lina is not a very spiteful and mean person. She only kills when she must. If Linara ever manages to be comfortable around one person, then they probably have a friend for life. She is quite kind and she hardly has her temper aroused. But then that does happen, she is still a very soft and gentle person. Even when she is in the middle of hunting, she still has a a bit of a soft demeanor.
Weapon: Linara likes to use an assortment of weapons - guns, knives, even the brass knuckle or two. But the weapons she uses most are her 'blade tonfas', also known by some as elbow blades or even simply tonfas. Her pair are quite lengthy - they go about three inches past her elbow. The crossguard is made of pure iron, and the handle is wood. The blade, however, is simple metal. But she carries around many curious-looking things that look like they would fit onto the blade perfectly. She has a few made of iron, some of silver, and two of wood. But there is no gold.
Soulmate: None

Name: Kataline Anaya
Age: 30
Race: Witch
Physical description: An average looking person. Not considered pretty, but not considered ugly, a place inbetween. Her hazel eyes seem to illuminate an intelligence she rarely shows, and a smile that never dissipates. Shoulder length curly brown hair, an average height of 5'5, and also an average weight (though she'd never reaveal the actual numbers).

Her attire is normal also. Jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, turtlenecks. She rarely wears a skirt, or a hat.

Personality: Kataline is a person that you want to be close to sometimes, but not all the time. She talks, going around and around in a circle never getting to a point. Even though she has some experience in her years she still acts like a teenager in some aspects of life. She has a very bad memory, making her somewhat comical when she starts looking for something that was right in front of her. Though she takes her skills as a witch very seriously. She may not be the best, but she at least tries

[Mikora]

OoC| I think I'll... join in a sec. Just one thing: what's wangsty? o_o *ish stupid*

[Ryuuno Haruka]

(( Wangsty Iskander? xd Can I IM you a link to a character I wanna use? ))

[Iskander]

Mikora

OoC| I think I'll... join in a sec. Just one thing: what's wangsty? o_o *ish stupid*

(Overally angsty profiles, you know? Like "He was raped, and then molested, and then beaten and then died. but he really didn't. and then rocks and stuff! Feel my angst!!!!!" sort of profiles. I hate them with a passion.)

(Sure, Akai >P)

[Mikora]

OoC| Ooooooh. I shee now. All righty-ho. Off I go!

[Iskander]

(Nifty'o. *bops thread so more people join*)

[Mikora]

OoC| Crap. Gotta run. I'll send it tomorrow, promise. Sorry, bye!

[Ryuuno Haruka]

(( Join Iskander's RP people!

-hefts sledgehammer and kicks open the box of grenades Skin gave her-

Join us. join the dark side.

-coughs-

er...didn't say that. Anywho, Iskander I'm being dragged off to get a haircut(Which one it is, I'm not quite sure yet. It could be the one on the back of my head or elsewhere.). ))