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Kestrel sat in her room looking out the window at the darkened street below, hugging her knees to her chest as she bit her lip. A gentle breeze caressed the wind chime above her head, making the metal reeds tink together. She brushed back a few loose strands of bright red hair that flew into her face, keeping her vision clear. She remembered this street, she remembered when children used to play soccer or hockey in the winter time, but that felt like such a long time ago now. She slowly closed the window and turned back to her room. She hadn't left her house in weeks, her father had built a fine house, she was sad he wasn't here to see how well it had held up.
Her room was stocked with ammo food and water. all she'd need for another week if she was careful, the rest of the house looked just as neat and clean as that first day, the door was solid oak, and the back yard was fenced in, so she had a lot of warning if anything was coming that way, but a house was a lot to protect by one's self. Her grandfather had left her father an old rifle, which she now took possession of now that he was gone.
The sound of something falling over and smashing on the floor was unmistakable from downstairs. She shouldered her rifle and walked down the stairs slowly. the power had gone out a few days ago, and she tried to only use her flashlights when she really needed to. There was a scraping sound, it came from the kitchen. she slowly made her way to the hall and down towards the back of the house, the kitchen had a back door that led to the yard, had something gotten in?
She stopped just outside the doorway that led to the kitchen, trying to slow her breathing as she listened for any more noises, but for now it was just the gentle scraping sound. she turned and shouldered her gun, looking around for the source of the noise, but all she faced was blackness. She screamed when something grabbed her leg and she fall back, firing shot after shot at the mass that was clutching at her ankle, the arm dragging the gaping maw towards her, the snarling creature being blasted to bits till it was an unrecognizable mound of flesh.
She got up shakily and shook off the bits that clung to her leg. She stared wide eyed as she followed the trail the zombie had left behind, it's legs having been gnawed off before it had died, and turned. She knelt and emptied her stomach, the signs of it's trek were evident around the dog door that she'd forgotten to block off. she got up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "good god.."
She swallowed a scream as an army of the undead marched upon her home, the sound of her scream and the gun shots had brought them unpon her. She bolted for her room, up the steps and locking the door, there'd be no way to kill them all. She grabbed a bag and packed as much water and medical supplies as she could before climbing out the window of her second story bedroom, the shots would lead them into the house, but she'd try to be gone before they made it back onto the street.
Within minutes she was on the street, running as fast as she could from her home, from where she'd grown up and the only safety she'd known. She was wearing boots, a pair of jeans and a tank top, and the cold was setting in, she'd have to find someplace to shelter soon or they'd find her.. but where?
shinka134 · Thu Mar 14, 2013 @ 04:55am · 0 Comments |
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1. War between light and dark, an alternate dimension has opened up letting demons into our realm and my character is one of a group tasked to close it and kill all who come through.
I'm reminded of time before the rift, Time when humans thought they were alone in the universe. Mankind had been divided since the beginning of their short, insignificant existence, that is until they discovered something that threatened to destroy them all. A rift appeared, no one knows where it came from, or where it leads. they only see the beasts that come forth from it's depths. At first the humans weren't ready for the new threat, but slowly new technology was developed to at least match the new foe on the battle field, and a new task force was enlisted to find the source of the disturbance, and put an end to the threat for good, and bring the earth into a new era of peace.
Finvola sat alone in the darkness on the outskirts of town, the only women among her group of so few. The men gathered around the fire on a night this cold, but she hardly noticed. She watched the stars, looking to the sky as if it would give her answers. The men had never accepted her, a woman among the ranks was almost unheard of, and the thought of a woman on a specific task force for the most dangerous job in the service thus far was a joke, but it wasn't her choice, nor was it theirs. There were very few who knew what she was, and her men were not those privileged with that information, they only knew they had to work with this strange woman. Her hair was so dark black it almost looked blue in sunlight, she kept it tied back out of her face for fighting, her armor was brightly polished plate and chain that did nothing to hide that she was female. The blue accents gave her rank of ensign, third in command, but even she prayed she'd never have to use that rank, she knew none would follow her. Her blue eyes scanned the men by the fire, spotting her commander and his executive talking as an unknown rushed forward, a girl with red hair that spoke very quickly of a new assignment. She stood, taking up her sword and striding towards the fire just in time to catch the end of the conversation.
"... trapped in sector J, We need enforcement to aid with the civilians. Your squad are the only friendlies in range with the skills we need." Finvola smiled, as the CO went to rally the men and prepare to move out.
((I'm figuring the men will die and leave her alone to take on the mission alone? or she could branch off later... ))
Less than an hour later they all arrived on scene, 15 soldiers against what looked like a small army. The dark creatures took on many shapes and sizes with any range of abilities. Some didn't even look human as they ripped through lines of troops. Everyone in this sector looked green. There were ashen faced men, no more than boys with guns, huddled behind anything that could cover them from fire. The group scattered as soon as they assessed the situation, half to assist the people trapped in the basement of the adjacent building, half to provide cover till they could get out.
shinka134 · Tue Feb 26, 2013 @ 11:48pm · 0 Comments |
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So, If you find yourself here then you have some interest in an RP and you have taken the initiative to go through my journal for characters, This is great because to me this proves you are as excited about Roleplaying as I am. But I have some rules.
1. If there is something wrong with my posts or any response I give you, I'd like it if you just msg me and we'll see what I can do to change it to be more like what you were expecting. I'm alright with adapting my style for the right person and growing as a roleplayer to keep us both happy.
2. If you approach me with smut or just looking for erotic and sexy roleplays, you are in the wrong place. I believe romance has it's place and I am not against it, but that is not all I RP for. I'm over 18, if I want porn I will go buy it, I don't need to get it here.
3. I'm a literate roleplayer, I prefer you to be literate as well but I can work with anyone and anything, but I'd like to find a happy medium between the one liner and a wall of test, usually something about a paragraph or two long, depending on mood and skill.
If you're still reading then I applaud you for your fortitude. Thank you and enjoy looking over my journal for characters and ideas. Just keep in mind all of these are ideas and every RP I do is different, these are guidelines and therefore subject to change.
shinka134 · Tue Feb 26, 2013 @ 07:36pm · 0 Comments |
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EVERYTHING BEFORE THIS POST IS VERY VERY OLD IF YOU CHOOSE FROM ANYTHING BEFORE THIS BE PREPARED FOR SOME CHANGES BEFORE WE START
shinka134 · Tue Feb 26, 2013 @ 07:26pm · 0 Comments |
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name: Shinka age: about 17 Race: werewolf Bio: she was born and raised till she was 7 by loving parents. her father was the pack leader of the Rokke Clan but he died in a house fire while trying to save other pack members, her mother died 3 years later of a broke heart, it took so long because werewolves are very durable but it drove Shinka a bit nuts to see her mother slowly whither away and then one day disappear. the clan was taken over by Tobias and to save his mate at one point traded Shinka for her safety, being the old pack leaders daughter she was valuable. she was able to escape but not before much damage was inflicted on her body in the form of very deep scars. it proves the burns and cuts were bad because minor wounds are usually healed quickly and with no marks left behind.
human form wolf form
Name- Liliana age - 24 race- human
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Name: Celeste age: 19 race: wolf demon Bio: she was born of a huge pack, her father was single because her mother ran off soon after her birth and he was left to raise her by himself. this effected her greatly making her more of a tom boy than anything. she soon left not wanting to burden her father any more than she needed to. her father knew he couldn't stop her, now she wanders trying to find her place.
Name: Moro age: 22 Race: Wolf demon Bio: she was raised by her older brothers, her father had run off during her mother's final pregnancy and her bother died soon after her birth. when she came of age for males to look at her with wanting eyes she left.
Name: kimi Age: 18 Race: human Bio: she was sold into slavery at a young age and bought by a collector. he kept her safe and happy till she was 14. he used her body as he pleased but he had a fetish for pain, her pain. her body became a mess of scars and yet he seemed to find something new to do to her every time she was strong enough to be put to his mercies again. she soon escaped but is not on the run, a reward on her head. the man seems to believe if he can't have her, no one will.
Name:kira Age: 25 Race: human Bio: she was raised by her mother, her father was in jail for a murder he never committed, he'd been blackmailed by competitors for his company. she left home to avenge her father and in the end never went back even after her father was safely home. she now spends her time wandering in search of a demon she'd run into on many of her travels.
#1[b/] Kira ran through the forest, hot in pursuit of a demon, she growled as she jumped large rocks and fallen trees and wove through the bushes so not to loose him, she was 19 and very fast but she knew she'd have to get him soon. she ran faster and he just laughed matching her pace. she spotted her chance as he jumped over the river and she swung her whip, entangling his leg at the knee and dragging him down to splash into the water, she paced back and forth watching for him, she threw in a couple knives but he was gone..."damn it" she cursed as she turned on her heels, she'd have to find him again. as she turned she could hear noise in the bushes at her back. she froze, was there another she should be worried about, had the hunter become the hunted.
#2 Shinka walks about the dark corridors of the mansion, her blood red satin dress clinging to every curve of her body, the low dropping neck line and the necklace that hung into her cleavage went perfectly with her. her hair was black and came down her back in a cascade of perfect ringlets. her footsteps made no noise as she walked from one room to the other. though she also heard nothing she could smell someone.. someone was there... very close. so close she could almost taste them.
#3 Moro sits lazily by the water wearing a pair of pants that look worn and beat up, as if she'd had them for a very long time, and a black cut off shirt that exposes her flat stomach. she yawns rolling onto her back. it's dark but it doesn't matter much to her. her ears twitch slightly as the wind picks up and her tail sways gently beside her. the river laps lazily at the bank, dangerously close to her bare feet so she sits up and hugs her knees to her chest, watching the moonlight reflect off the water
#4 Vivian had walked a long way through the forest behind her house, her brown hair was slightly tangles and hung lazily about her shoulders, her green eyes were the color of emeralds and seemed to sparkle, though now the only shining they did were because of the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. in her right hand she carried a gas can, in her left a box of matches. she'd already left a note on the table explaining everything and telling her mother she was sorry. she finally found where she wanted, it was an old fire put that was dug a few feet into the ground dead dry leaves had piled into it, it was perfect. she set the matches on a stump near by so they wouldn't get wet, then stood in the pit and held the gas can over her head. it smelled horrible but she hardly reacted as she soaked her shirt then her hair and the leaves around her. like father like daughter... she thought to herself as she was reminded of the house fire that killed her dad ten years ago. tears began streaming down her cheeks and she didn't know why. so she ignored them and got her matches and tried to strike one, but it snapped in her fingers. she went to get another but her hands were shaking and she couldn't grip it right "heh.. can't do anything right..."
#5 she ran though the forest in her wolf form. hunters were hot on her trail, blood hounds and a few other dogs on leashes drag the hunters on her trail. she leaps over logs and risen roots and darts between bushes trying to get away. after hours of running she is out of breath and doesn't know how much longer she can run. but she still hears the dogs behind her so she keeps speeding forward.
#6 she sat in her cage, hugging her knees to her chest as she gazes helplessly around the dark room. she hated this place, the smell the sight, the darkness the people. in the underground slave trades. she watched people as they passed, looking from one slave to another, she swatted at mens hands when they tried to touch her or she'd leap into her bars hen, wanting to scare them. this place was hell, but she would never go with them, there was no name for a place worse than hell, but she knew it existed, and it would be with one of these men.
7 Shinka didn't live in town. she lived in a house on the edge of town, it was easier for her to find privacy. she left the house early that morning and walked straight into the forest, disappearing into the trees, she wouldn't come back till she had some fresh meat to sell to the butcher, it's how she makes her money, not that she spends it on much but the people of town enjoy that they most always have a fresh supply of venison and wild pig, and it gave her an excuse to be out all day. so she walked through the trees and stopped beside a stream for a while, laying back on the grass with her hands behind her head.
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Banafrit sat on the bank of the river as images flew past her eyes. She couldn't stop thinking of how she got here...
(Flashback) "What are you doing out here Banafrit?" Her father asked her as he came out into the hot sand of the desert to see her daughter playing with her little brother. "Hi papa" She yelps and jumps to her feet, running to him. "By the gods my girl look at you.."He laughs and sends her inside. She ran towards the bathing chambers to go clean up but something caught her eye. A nitch in the wall that wasn't there before showed an opening in the wall. She couldn't help herself, she went to it and found the wall moved. She disappears through the opening and down the steps, wondering what was down here. She saw at the end of a long hall a door that was open, and noises coming from it. "What are you doing here?!" a panicked voice asked as she came into view. She was too frightened to speak so he continued. "No matter, I'll take care of you" He began chanting and her vision was blinded by many bright lights and noises. She tried to run but she tripped on a tree branch... tree branch... what the.. She found herself lying on the ground staring up at a slowly darkening sky surrounded by trees. "Where am I...." She feels her body sway as she tries to sit up ( End flashback)
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Cassiel walked the darkened forest slowly till the found the river. Having finally found something other than more trees she smiled and sat down on a smooth rock on the edge and dipped her toes into the water. She let her white/silver wings flutter out behind her as she enjoyed the cold water
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Liliana stood on the deck of her 24 gun Frigate that she managed to speak out of the harbor, right under the french Navy's nose. She laughed to her self as her crew worked around her, hauling lines and scrubbing decks. The ship was beautiful, the HMS Seaford. The french had stolen it from the British, and she had stolen it from them. Dawn was breaking and they were far away from land, it was time to look around and make sure she hadn't missed any stow aways.
shinka134 · Sat May 03, 2008 @ 01:36pm · 0 Comments |
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kestrel: age:16 race: human personality: she's sweet and easy to be around, but she's got a temper if she feels the need to use it and watch your step she knows how to use that sward!
shinka: age: 22 race: human personality: she's very serious most of the time but does know how to smile, though she doesn't often. she rairly gets angrey, her policy "don't get mad, get even"
Celest: age :19 race: werewolf personality: she's powerful and knows it, she smiles often but has a very short fuse.
Rose: age: ? race: elf personality, she's very connected to the trees and may appear cold and distant at first, but she'll warm up to you with time.
Lyn: age: ? race: dark elf personality: she's quick to anger and loves to fight, she enjoys killing if you'll only give her a reason, she won't harm unless she has a reason.
Findenbahr: age confused race: demon personality: her blade isn't her most deadly weapon but she would be damned if that were weak. she is actually of the more happy sort and pretty easy to be around but she knows when to get upset and when not to, she can have a very sharp tongue.
Kira: age: ? race: angel personality, she is very happy and always gives people the benefit of the doubt, her smile can light up a room and her laughter is contagious.
shinka134 · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 08:38am · 1 Comments |
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