They Say

[Zyke Nevaristh]

Hello, and welcome to 'They Say', a volunteer based roleplay. My name is Zyke, or otherwise known as Zoobie. If you have never experienced role playing with me or in one of my threads, few as they are, I will explain some simple basics. ALMOST ALL OF MY THREADS INVOLVE VAMPIRES AND YAOI. It's been a while since I've created a thread, so I hope youll bear with me. Another helpful little tip, when I say volunteer based, and I dont do this often, it basically means I provide the storyline guidebook, and you, the role player, create the story. Anything that happens is completely in your hands so long as it relates to the original guidelines.
So without further ado, because I know long introductions are boring, let me bein with the table of contents and well be on our way, shall we?

Introduction
Storyline Guide
Thread Rules
Character Guidelines
Character Skeleton
Character Profiles

Profiles
OoC

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[Zyke Nevaristh]

They say the human race is superior to all other creatures. They say, "We need not fear, for God shalt save us if we shall believe unto his word!" They say He shalt rain down upon the earth his wrath and fury, bring eternal death to sinners.

They never said He would create another kind of life.

The year is lost somewhere in the distant future. The world hath moved on. God hath abandoned us, and we are left to blindly grovle in his path long unused. We say we are believers, and we say we hope to see each other on the other side. But God's fury still doth haunt us, and one by one, we all fall down. Let us pray, for They prey upon us.

[Zyke Nevaristh]

1. This thread is semi-advanced literate. This means no chat speak or similar, and try to keep spelling mistakes to a minimum. I know it cant be helped at times if you type particularly fast like I do, or if youre just unsure of proper spelling. Just not every other word if you can manage.

2. No violation of Gaia's ToS will be tolerated. Depending on the severity of the offense, I may just give you a warning, but if deserves higher priority, I will promptly inform you of your banning from the thread, and if needed, I will report you. I work towards a better Gaian community.

3. This is a volunteer based operation. As long as you stay within the guidelines of the plot, youre free to come up with any idea you can imagine. For example, this thread is strictly vampire/ human yaoi based, but there are no other restrictions on the characters or their interactions.

4. Please, please, please, with emphasis I might add, please respect your fellow members. It's no fun to roleplay drama when there is actual drama going on behind the scenes, because everyones judgement may be clouded with said activity. keep the drama to the storyline, and keep your fellow members as friends.

5. Please don't post inappropraite or unrelated material here. Any images, text, or general discussion that is not directly related to the storyline may be placed in the OoC thread, which will also act as the commons for members and anyone else who is interested but hasn't joined. Perhaps someone is lurking, but wants to find out more before joining?

6. Try to encourage fresh ideas and new members. Sudden twists in the plot or adding in another character or two to tangle up in the mess is always interesting. As aforementioned, the OoC will act as Commons, and I will try to periodically post thread updates there. The reason for this is, I know how annoying it is to be gone for such a long while, and to come back and not know what has happened in your absence, well, its a pain in the arse. So, if at all possible, use the OoC to update toehr members and potential joiners.

7. Seven is always my lucky number, and as always, HAVE FUN....

-Zyke (AKA Zoobie)

[Zyke Nevaristh]

Well, to start off your character(s), there are no real restrictions other than they can only be vampire or human. This also excludes half breeds, unless by some miracle, you are able to PM me a believable and legitimate possibility of how they are bred. Your character has no age frame, so they can be anywhere from a few months old to one hundred and fifty if they are human, and any age for a vampire, though try to keep it younger than five thousand, as anyhting older may potentially lead to godmodding, which is extremely discouraged and frowned upon. They also have no limits to their appearances, names, or personalities, so long as they remain either human or vampire. And as an afterthought, please try to keep the numbers neck to neck if not equal, and try not to let your urges get the better of you and go out and turn any human you come across. Its no fun if there isnt a little danger. Well, thats all I guess. The rest is up to you.

[Zyke Nevaristh]

[imgright]Image Here[/imgright]My name is [b]Full Name[/b], but you can call me [b]Nickname[/b].
I am from the [b]Race[/b] alignment.
I've been a part of it for [b]Age[/b] years.
I enjoy things like [b]Likes and Hobbies[/b], but I'm not particularly fond of [b]Dislikes and Unwanted Interactions[/b].
If I was to describe myself, I would most definitely use [b]Theme song, adjective, comparison, quotes, etc.[/b].
My dreams? Well, I aspire to [b]Character's hopes, dreams, aspirations and wishes[/b].
Other little odd things about me? Well, let's begin with [b]Any other odd little information I may have forgotten or neglected. This can also serve as your character's bio.[/b].
Don't forget, though, I'm only a puppet on the strings of [b]Username[/b]

You can choose to add color, add or subtract sections, etc. Just try to stay to the same order of things so it's easier to keep track of.

[Zyke Nevaristh]

A profile thread is currently under construction. Please excuse the basence of profiles while I attempt to creat an adequate settign for our cherished characters, and I will post a link shortly. Thank you.

[Zyke Nevaristh]

When the Moon Doth Shine .... Where the Sun Doth Burn


Days gone by: Three
Day of the week: Friday
Skies: Heavy Rains
Temperature: Extremely moist and cool
Season: Late winter
Time: Eight P.M.


Moon


Phase: Last Quarter

*Note: It takes about six to seven days for the moon to accomplish each next phase.
For example, from the New Moon Phase to the First Quarter would take seven days, not the Waxing Gibbous.

[The Game - You Lose]

_________ⓛⓤ©ⓘⓕⓔⓡⓝ ⓗⓐⓡⓟⓔⓡ_________


Why was it that looking in a mirror always pissed Lucifern off? Yet every time he was
drawn to the cursed object, he would sit there and play with his face and hair delicately, pondering
why he looked the way he did, yet caring ever so carefully for his skin. Ever since he had been
young, Lucifern was one of those envious guys. He always wanted to look differently; to
look like that guy on the poster, with a masculine face and cool hair do'. Even when he
tried to cut his hair once before, Luci looked like a total loser. His face would not allow him hair
any shorter than what he was cursed, or blessed?, with originally. Time and time again, the young
man tried to convince himself that...this was him: there wasn't anything he could do about his
girlish looks. It was a bother, yet it made the male so curious at the same time.

Pulling away from the window-shop mirror, Lucifern sighed softly and absent mindedly drew
his fingers slowly through pointed blond bangs, all the way back. When his hair fell again, it
simply fell in a blown out wave before falling gracefully around his face to taunt him once more.
Blue eyes shifted over towards the lowering sun as it was buried behind gray clouds, threatening
to pour rain down on the creatures of earth later that night. The air got noticeably cooler as
well, but it wasn't a big deal. During these cooler months, it was always kind of gloomy and
dark looking outside. Not that it was bad or anything - it actually made a wonderful time for
shooting photos. The gloomier, the more enchanting the picture seemed to been.

Untucking his book from under his arm, Lucifern fixed his white sweater for a moment before
he took a seat on a bench outside the old closed down barber. He had recently come from his
favorite place, the library. Not one for wanting to wait around either, the impatient Luci figured
now would be a good time, as any, to begin engulfing himself in a new historical novel of past
wars that raged in various area's around the world. He looked around briefly, offering a
soft smile to anyone who would look in his direction, before lowering his lashes and allowing his
mind to get lost within the text of his books, letting his mind forget all about the terrible figure
he saw in the window mirror moments before.

[Zyke Nevaristh]

'And as the hours passed, the faded orange of the sunset, dull and washed out, grew dim on the distant horizon, and the people shuttered themselves away for the evening, rejoicing that life had once again come to their small world, and It was forgotten in the shadows, until It stirred once more. The hand of Death had awoken with the oncoming of nightfall....' -Quote by Satoma

[Zyke Nevaristh]

Where the day had gone, he did not know. He had hidden himself away in the most dismal places, places too vile for humans, places he knew They wouldnt look for him, and when dusk settled over the city, he crept from his hidey hole, laggish and tired, exhausted, but ready to start anew his travels across the district, to search out his true callings, because if he could find them, hed find himself.

Jonah looked skeptically around at first, searching the tree line that surrounded his exit, scanned for any movement and hoping against whatever god remained that there was no one near to spot him, or hear him tumble for that matter. Being rather ungraceful on his feet after arising was an irritance he couldnt rid himself of, and it had caused him trouble several times since he had escaped from the System. But as he hesitantly approached his conclusion that he was alone, Jonah took a cautious step foward and then another, holding his breath with each one should someone jump out at him and cuff him. Vampires, of course, would be able to smell his racing pulse from yards away, see his heat in whatever infrared vision they had, but he hoped again that there were no other humans around, because if he was caught by a vampire, at least it was a swift and relatively painless death compared to being dragged back to his pension cell, the fosterhome.

Everything was unsettled in the changing light, seemed to jump out at him as shadows lengthened and gradually vanished altogether to be replaced by darkness itself. And yet everything was covered in a film of gray light, and he was momentarily afraid to trek through it, lest he leave a trail to follow. The world was going to sleep, but he was just beginning to wake up, and with every step closer to the center downtown as the sun began its final hour of descent, he was that much closer to his dreams. And it was this one city which could make him or break him.

[Avearan The Bloody Rose]

He's the kind you bring h o m e to your m o t h e r
He looks g o o d in blue jeans even b e t t e r under covers
He's a d e v i l in bed between the sheets
Ask him if he's a s a i n t and he'll get down on his knees and p r a y

|| OMG! Zyke: I think the picture in your siggy is Cedric!! O.O . . . Do you know where the picture in your sig is from?? ||

The night came and Cedric found that he could not sleep. He had moved away from the school he had been teaching at for one or more reasons, the main being that his toy had tried to slit his throat in the middle of the night, but he could have dealt with that. He just did not want to be a hindrance to his blonde little boy’s love life anymore. He felt bad about his actions, not regretful, just a little sad that his poor friend had to feel so horrible. So, he decided to resign from that school and make his way to another town. A new town would be lovely. He was excited for this too. He had a good job teaching the art class at the local high school, though he would miss being able to teach an all boys’ school. He liked it there a lot. The people were nice and the boys were utterly entertaining. He had seen quite the many characters when he was down in the other school. So many strange and unique boys that just made him curious about just what the people did on the weekends, if they were some heavy drugs or something. Though, one of the teachers it was obvious about his addictions. Entertaining, even when he won a bet against one of the other teachers, and that all leads to why he was here. His friend slept with the addicted teacher, causing said friend’s boyfriend to feel crushed. Then the boyfriend came up to Cedric for comfort’s sake, and well, what else is a man to do when there’s an adorable boy crying on your shoulder other than to completely take advantage and have his way with the boy? Needless to say, it caused a bit of an issue and well, before any more hearts could be disrupted, he left the school and came here - still keeping in touch with his friend of course. He has known him for years, he could not just stop all contact.

Currently, the man stood up from his bed after attempting to sleep, and groggily headed toward his closet. Oh, he needed to explore the town or something. There had to be one thing he could do that would entertain him and help to tire him out for the night so that he could sleep. He did not like not being able to sleep. Sleep was precious, and while he looked gorgeous even without the need of sleeping, he enjoyed it nonetheless. Preferably sleeping with company was better, but he was not picky. Standing in front of his closet which was nicely adorned with clothes, shoes, toys, and many, many other questionable things, the brunette’s golden eyes examined his choices in clothes. He needed something that would be nice for the evening. He would choose his more light shaded of clothes, yes? Yes. That sounded good to him. Pulling out a pair of light blue jeans and a lilac vest that hugged his torso and showed off his naval just a bit, he turned and headed toward his bed to put the things on. Changing into the clothing, he brushed his hair a bit before he put on his shoes and headed toward his door. Puling on the white fluffy coat that was there, he was out of the apartment he currently lived on and off to explore the streets.

Soft clunks could be heard while the brunette walked down the street, his arms wrapped around his slender frame and golden eyes looked around the place he now called home. He was going to enjoy this place. He so hoped that he would at least. So far this did not seem too bad at all. He had yet to meet anyone to befriend, but he had no doubt that he would. How could he not? he was an utter gentleman and he had quite the few people who enjoyed his company. He loved to have fun and tended to party a lot and well, that was excluding anything in the bedroom. That was a totally different story. Smiling to himself, he looked around, having stopped his feet for the moment. His eyes looked around all the things before he shrugged and began to walk once more. He was not sure where to go yet. Maybe there was a coffee shop open at this time, or a club, or something where he could go and have his bit of fun. He so, so badly needed some sort of entertainment. He did not start working at the school for a while, and he needed something to entertain him in the meantime of being all alone in this city. Who wanted to be alone? Not Cedric, so he would need to make some sort of friend sometime soon.

G r a b something and go 'cause I can't decide
While I'm planting the s e e d s growin' in your m i n d
I can't be p i c k i n g up things from all the bad, two years running
I'm g u n n i n g for the f u t u r e fast

[Zyke Nevaristh]

Jonah was on the town with no real reason to go anywhere, save that he had to escape from his impending possibility of doom should They catch him. He carried nothing on him save the clothes he wore and a small mp3 player he had managed to steal from one of his former foster homes, using it like some drug addict might, truly addicted to the sounds that emanated from the little headphone set he wore under the hood of his long coat. If ever there was a way for him to relax, it was because he had numbed himself from the world, lost in the syllables and enunciations of rhythm and beat.

He was numbed to the core, protected from whatever things went on around him, no longer vulnerable to his own emotions in reaction to going ons. Always aware of changes in his environment, but no longer caring how they might affect him the short run. It was the long run that mattered, and it had been such a long run at that. Hed been on the run for seven months now, and if he had been toothpick thin then, he was just over skin and bones now. He studied the sharp contrasting angles of his wrist. They had once been smooth and had shown no sign of malnourishment, but now, now they were sharp and bony, like everything else of his body. He was beginning to present the first signs of emaciation, and yet, this didn't scare him. Because as long as he was out on his own, he was free to do whatever necessary to stay that way.

Jonah turned a corner, the air noticeably cooler here on this one-way street, when he spotted a suspicious looking woman just up ahead. He thought she looked vaguely familiar, and if he had so much as a twinge of warning set off in his mind, Jonah was not one to ignore his gut feeling. Picking up pace down the street, he only hoped she hadn't spotted him in turn, and was now trailing him. This street was a little less crowded, but much darker, and he was sure it would be easier for him to use the shadows to his advantage, considering his attire consisted of black and gray hues. Jonah, head down, walked faster, hoping again against whatever god remained that he didn't trip over his awkward feet or run into somebody else, lowering his eyes to avoid contact or the possibility of someone recognizing him.



((No, I dont. Someone wanted to join the thread and was particularly interested, but she felt bad becuase she had doubts aobut whether or not she could be literate. So, to make up for being illiterate as she put it, she asked if she could help in any other way, and if she could make a banner to help advertise. So this is what she came up with. I think its pretty awesome, but youre right, it does look like Cedric. Im pretty sure it probably is too.))

[Avearan The Bloody Rose]

|| It is. ^^ just spent FOREVER searching for him. They're from a yaoi game, Messiah. It's for the PC annnd therefore, I'm SO tempted to download it. XD I told my Mom I wanted to get a yaoi game. She was like "WTF?!" ||

[Rabid Ollo Bear]

xxxxx Every second that goes by is one more second off my life

xxxxxѕєєкα тαcнιмαxxxxx

And it couldn't be more clear I'm literally dying without you here xxxxx

Ew. Just . . . ew. Seeka felt disgusting. Like he had rolled in smelly mud, walked through a chicken coop, and then accidentally tumbled into a vat of toxic waste. So gross. But it was a sort of necessary evil. It was something that couldn't helped. In order to do his job, it required some sacrifices of his creature comforts. Like feeling clean. Still, between feeling like he had just stepped out of a shower and his job, he would take the later every single time. Even if it meant getting covered in vampire blood every single day. That was the thing about being an avid vampire hunter. One tended to get into very sticky situations. the young man, merely twenty-two years old, knew that lesson better than others his age. Today was just another reminder. Okay, so strictly speaking it was only evening, the sun was casting it's dying rays over the earth, but it didn't matter. This was the best time for picking off weak and young vampires. Seeka always hunted around this time. Weak vampires, if not quickly destroyed, would eventually become strong vampires, and he simply couldn't let that happen.

The silver haired man made a face as he whipped his dagger clean on the shirt of the young vampire he had just killed. Stupid vampire never saw the slayer sneaking up on him. He had been too busy talking very loudly on a cell phone, or something. Hell if he knew. He didn't care. Unfortunately, the kill hadn't been as clean as Seeka would hope. The leech struggled, and they fought so several minutes before the superior fighter came out on top. Enhanced or not, strength meant nothing if one didn't have the skills required to put it to good use. While he wasn't as strong, Seeka had twenty years of training . . . nothing else to do but train when he wasn't roaming the streets in search of the creatures he killed. He was in tip top condition. It was obvious just be a casual glance. Hints of muscles could be seen through the black material clinging to chest and arms. At least, it would be if he wasn't wearing a long coat that hid his weaponry from view of "regular people". Really. How often did someone see a random guy walk down the street with knives and stakes and whatnot? It wasn't normal.

But whatever! He didn't care. He never did. The slayer wasn't trained to think like that. And he was much too busy anyway. He had one kill for the night. Seeka never went home without staking at least five. It was a rule for him. It made him feel better, knowing that he had done something to protect the idiotic human population. Seriously. Sometimes he couldn't believe they had made it this far. He sighed, closing dark blue eyes for a moment or two as he waited to cross the street. Humans...he worked so hard to protect them...but sometimes he wondered if he would die to save one in vain. Oh well?

[Rabid Ollo Bear]

xxxxxя υ α ∂ к α ι и н σ я м σ и ∂ ✖✖✖

SLAM!

"Ow!

"Brat!"

"Bite me!"

"Go to hell!"

Ruadh pouted at his brother's bedroom door. He had been thrown out, quite literally, by the back of shirt once his usually even tempered twin had grown tired of watching him roll around on the carpet as he whined about being bored. Now he would have to find entertainment somewhere else. The first thing that popped into his mind was the arcade. He loved that place and the teens that hung around there. He looked young enough, and followed the latest fashions, so he was immediately accepted into their little groups without too much questioning. It was just too easy sucking up to a particularly weak minded human and them to let Ruadh bite them without fuss. He loved humans so much. But Ruadh wasn't supposed to be there for about a week or so. Not since he had gotten himself involved with a fight between a girl and her boyfriend. That had been interesting. And messy. But now he couldn't go back. So if he couldn't bother Galen, or play games, what else could he do?

Wander the streets, of course! After he got dressed. That meant changing out of his flannel pajamas and into some real clothes. Hm . . . nothing complicated today. Just some skinny black jeans, almost brand new converse, a formfitting black tank top, and his favorite yellow hoodie over that. He liked hoodies, and he loved the color yellow. Together, this was his perfect outfit. After a few accessories were added and his crimson mane of hair was tamed, he burst out of the home he shared with Galen and into the night with a wild, care free laugh and a skateboard. He was permanently stuck in childhood, something that drove his brother completely insane.

But who cared about that! Ruadh really enjoyed his life and zipping down the sidewalk on his board was fun. Maybe, just maybe, he was going a bit too fast. That was a bad habit of his. He put himself into too many risky situations. Going down a steep hill on a skateboard at top speed wasn't the worst thing he had done, but it definitely wasn't smart. By the time he realized there was someone at the bottom. "Holy shi-!" Too late to shout out a warning or try and swerve away. He didn't even get the chance to complete his sentence before he crashed directly into the man. The short vampire landed rather awkwardly lying half on the man's chest and half in the street. Not cool at all. He wanted to get up, in case a car drove by, and therefore over his legs, but he was too stunned. It wasn't everyday you hit a man with a skateboard.


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