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𝕭 𝖑 𝖊 𝖊 𝖉

Status:
►Open ◄

Concept Inspired By:
►The Original Role Play By Myself◄

Creator and Co-Owner:
►xMalicious Vendettax & My Wunderbar, Beautiful, Smexy Insidelookingout. ◄

Role Play Type:
►This Is A Fallen Angel x Vampyre Role Play Focusing On Homosexual Relationships ◄

Claimer:
►I, Malicious am the creator and owner of this role play. At the event that any post stolen from me and or if the concept is taken in any form or way as a remake with out my permission, one will face the wrath of a very pissed off Hacker. You have been warn. ◄

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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔐𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡 . . .


𝔒ur Father, Who art in heaven,

ℌallowed be Thy Name.

𝔗hy Kingdom come.

𝔗hy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.

𝔊ive us this day our daily bread.

𝔄nd forgive us our trespasses,

𝔄s we forgive those who trespass against us.

𝔄nd lead us not into 𝔱 𝔢 𝔪 𝔭 𝔱 𝔞 𝔱 𝔦 𝔬 𝔫,

𝔅ut deliver us from evil.

𝔄men.

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ℑ 𝔇𝔬𝔫 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔊𝔬𝔡 . . .
𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢.

𝔜ou are 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡. Whether or not you live this life because you wish too or you were forced into it, it really doesn't matter. You are doomed to roam through this world aimlessly without cause or reason to be. No, I can not lie and say there is reason for your existence, for though people like to think such things we know there is no direct answer. For the moment, however, you live solely for the purpose of filling that blood lust of yours. Regardless of if you lived under the one that turned you and stole from you your morality--the chance to finally rest--or you live on your own, you know how important it is to make bonds. What's this? Oh, so you have already made connections with the others in your area have you? Wonderful. Simply wonderful. It may seem like a pain to do so now, my love, but when you realize how those bonds can take the weight of the world off of your shoulders you'll appreciate it a lot more. I promise. Looking at you and that rag-tag group of yours (I mean no offense honestly) I can hardly see how you came into this rather unusual predicament.

𝕬nd you! 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 beings of heaven above! I can not believe the actions you have taken! What went wrong? Why did you decide to fall so far from grace into a world that you know little about? You can barely walk on your own two feet with out the 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡 watching your necks! A feat, may I remind you, that they are only pulling off to save their own hinds. Foolish beings. What have you gotten into? Your souls are turning black, your wings are losing their purity as they slowly turn from white to black. Is this what you wanted, little angels? Did you truly wish for this? From the moment of your creation you were cherished and showered with the heavenly pleasure of freedom. True and utter string free freedom. Why would you give that up? Ah, ah, ah! I have heard your reasoning. I have heard once, twice and thrice. I need not hear it again. And yet I still can not comprehend it.


Why would such 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 fall for those doomed to 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫?

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𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔢,
𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔢. . .

𝔏ittle angels, tell me why? Why have you left your seat from heaven's throne to damn yourself to this earth below? You were not a normal angel; all of you were Archangels. Leaders of the Guardians, Warriors, Scholars, and those who simply believe. You lived by the Lord regardless of what your past held or how you came to be in the heavenly realm. Life was content and sweet; your every desire was filled and never did you have to worry about the threats of the outside world. You lived by rules, of course, but then again every society has them. I suppose it matters little to you. You were always the Lord's favorite group. Always willing to please him whether just because you adored your God or you are attempting to save your own self in doing so. However little angels, you gave into the worst one; 𝔱 𝔢 𝔪 𝔭 𝔱 𝔞 𝔱 𝔦 𝔬 𝔫. That's right, hang your head in shame. You know how far you have fallen from the grace of God.

ℑt was a simple task, watch over the 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡. You were told to make sure that they did not affect the minds of those around them too much and didn't indulge in the crimson liquid more then they needed too. That was you task and that alone. And yet somewhere within that task you got side track. Little angels, you have never seen anything like the 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡 ones have you? No I suppose not, seeing as most of you either lived normal human lives before death or were created in heaven from the beginning. You should have been more prepared before being sent into a mission such as this. But you were not and that lead to your down fall. 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 beings such as yourself can not fall in love. It isn't to say that you necessarily can not fall in love, but it is looked down upon--it can even be called forbidden unless you have consent from God. It goes with out saying that a angel born of the male gender falling for another male is even worse.

𝔅ut little angels, why did you do it? How could you give in to sin and fall for the 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡? Do you know that they will never love you? Don't you know what you have sentenced yourself to? They will kill you, my little angels. You are nothing but food. Eh? What is this? Haha, It seems as if something is on your side indeed. So you found out how to bound yourself to the 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡 huh? Brilliant. With that mark they will never hurt you--not with out hurting themselves anyway. But now you have only succeeded in become public enemy number one even though they have to protect you for the sake of themselves. Will you ever receive that love that you so freely give to them? Or will you always be a new burden to add on to their 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 in their eyes...?

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ℑ 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔦ӄ𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔤. . .
𝔰𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰𝔫‛𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔠ӄ𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰

𝕮ursed. You know the meaning of that word very well don't you? From the beginning of your existence you're life has been hell, or maybe it hasn't. You could be the few that lived a good life until you were changed or you could have been a slave to your mortality until you were given freedom. Regardless of what happened in a past life--for that is all it is now the past--you now are apart of a race that was beyond your wildest dreams. Some of you see this new life of immortality as a gift from god. You are not bound to anything. Society's rules of what is proper, who is accepted, morals and values mean absolutely nothing to you. You remember how hellish your life was before your change. You would never want to go back to that, now would you? No, why would you? You're having so much fun being free. You can hardly contain yourself especially when it comes to your new found love for that delicious crimson liquid.

𝕸aybe you can give the others a word on how to live. There are some who did not chose this life. They were content just as they were in their own human lives. Then again maybe they weren't content. Maybe they were ready to die when this unfortunate event forced them to live. No matter the circumstance, they are quick to tell you that the only thing they live for is the end. They take no comfort in living forever when the ones they grown so close to die in front of their eyes. Never aging as love ones turn into dust can put a damper on anyone's life, I am afraid. Even if they find something worth living for, it is clear that if the chance ever came to end their lives, they would. The two spectrum go hand in hand I suppose. You can't have a extreme without the lesser of the two. However, I have little idea where it was fate or simply cruel and unusual punishment that you are now in this little...mess.

𝔗he one day your coven keeps to themselves, hell breaks loose. Or should I say heaven? Since when was it a sin to go out and get your own meal? Perhaps God just loves seeing your kind irritated. For it surely does seem that way. Whether you where with another member of the coven or on your own, the moment the sky parted and a streak of golden light came down your way your attention was quickly grabbed. Within a moment a angel came into your arms and for a second you caught yourself fascinated with what had just happened. Within another second you found yourself preparing for a easy meal. You extended your fangs and got ready to drink only to be beaten to it. The 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 beings jerked up and sunk there own canines into your throat, taking a bit of your blood as you stood in shock. You were quick to over come it though, but the damage was done. You are bound to that 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 twit and as you look over the series of unfortunate events that have taken placed how can you
not consider yourself 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡?

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𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℌ𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔑𝔬 𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔡. . .
𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢. . .

_______o1. я σ m α η c є.
• Is strongly encouraged. No cybering this is not even up for debate so hush.. Making out, fine, anything going too far? Skip it. Its the reason time skips were created. We don't want to be banned from Gaia, now do we? As far as romance goes I love, I want it, but if you want your own porn read then kindly leave me out of it. Keep in mind this is a yaoi role play. If I get a 'EW YAOI' or a 'YOU SICK TWISTED GIRL!' I'm going to stalk you and make you go insane before I rip your brain out and see what makes irritating people click. 'No I'm just joking about the brain part! Hahaha-!' No I'm not. No I am not.


_______o2. α c т i v i т y.
• I would like it if you're able to post at least three times a week. That way I know you're dedicated and not a one post role player. If you are going on a trip, band from gaia for life, or maybe if you got grounded or something, be sure to tell me. I will delete you in a heart beat if you haven't posted in a while. And if I've deleted character from the list, please send me a pm explaining why you were gone. If I think it is a good reason and not just some crap excuse to get back in, I'll go ahead and put your character back. If your character was taken, then oh well. I used to say that but you know what? ******** that. I am not going to let you back in. If I sound like a dictator...good. You got one shot. Don't ******** up. There is always someone waiting to take your place. When you send in a profile don't wait eighty nine days later to make a post. Yes we have lives. But seriously, if you take a hour to change your precious little avatar you can do the same to write a post. End of story.


_______o3. ℓ i т є я α c y.
• You know this by now: spelling and basic grammar would be appreciated. The occasional slip-ups are just fine; just as long as they are every so often and not all the time.If I get a posts that are alwyx loking lik ths then I will delete you and slap your a** on the black list. Maybe give you a sticker to go with that. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE ******** PROPER GRAMMAR IS THEN DON'T EVEN BOTHER!! I SWEAR I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT IF YOU WAST MY TIME!I won’t deal with that text talk crud, either. If you made it to the third grade you are able to form a proper paragraph by now... Speaking of which I want 4 paragraphs per post at the least. That is five full length sentences per paragraph people. Learn it, Love it, Obey it. Keep the text in the 9-11 size range, it makes every one's text look better like that when speaking to one another. For titles and such, I don't care if you use any bigger text.


_______o4. c н α я α c т є я s.
• My dears...Lets be honest. Vampyres--and yes I will spell it like this cause it looks cooler so xP--do not sparkle in the goddamn sun. I have never heard of a holographic vampyre and frankly I think it would make the race pretty ineffective. Who is going to fear something that looks like they lost a fight to a packet of glitter? Really? Seriously? Come on guys. Stop it. If I get a vampyre that is simply a spin off of a stupid Twilight attribute, I will kill you. Be original with the bios! No 'omg the world hates me now I want revenge for my fallen lover la la la~" | "My village tricked me into killing my brother and now I must destroy Konoha~" No. Although I expect some to have sad stories, don't turn this into Hallmark. I would be grateful if you were to stay in-character. Otherwise, I will have to notify you and if you fail to comply with my request, then your spot here will be terminated. You can reserve characters up to two days, after that, the character spot will be open for the taking. There are only seven vampyres and seven angels. No more. No less. Don't even ask.


_______o4. Ø Ø C.
• A ooc thread will be made soon. When it is created I expect all to use it as is the meaning of its purpose.


_______o5. p m s.
• Please send your reserved profile to me titled "Tomorrow comes today." If you do not fill out the reserve profile first then you will not be accepted. Vampyres should send their profiles titled, ’I do not believe’ to me as well. If you are playing a Fallen Angel title it 'Forgive me father...' To Insidelookingout.


_______o6. p σ s т i η g.
• Please be sure to decorate your posts with pretty pictures, icons, maybe some flashy song lyrics, etc. I know most already do that but just a reminder xD

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝕹𝔬 𝔘𝔰𝔢. . .
𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤...

☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


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D.O.B: ((Date of Birth Month and Day Only.))
Age: ((Actual Age and Age of Appearance))
Race: ((Vampyre or Fallen Angel))
Why I Was Damned...
((For Vampyres only. In a paragraph briefly state how you came to be. Delete if you are a Fallen.))
Why I Have Fallen...
((For Fallen Angels only. In a paragraph briefly state how you became interested in the Vampyres more then you should have been. Delete if you are a Vampyre.))


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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

𝔖𝔭𝔞𝔯қ𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔶...
𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢...

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰



Reserved--Taken--Open

I.


☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


Name: Gabriel
D.O.B: August 1st
Age: Actual Age? About 213 years . . . But that’s not much as far as eternity’s concerned. I’m still called boy. And here they seem to think I’m a baby-faced 17 year old.
Race: Fallen Angel
Why I Have Fallen...
In four words: I heard a voice.
For the first time, outside the whispers of my Lord whose feet I was content to sit at.
“Go,” The Lord had said to me, “Such creatures there are below, take to them a message of the end.” I rose, those words the bread I lived from then . . . To which I would never wake without an overdose swimming thick into my veins. He knew. I was his precious messenger; Messenger of Death, of Life, of times to come, of warnings, of celebration. Like some smitten young pup, I would wait tucked into my master’s side unable to hear anything else but his slow gentle breathing. Not even the cries of those to whom I delivered their fates. Eyes blinded and content as such a sight of grace. I would sing at quiet contented times- when the choirs passed. He would place a gentle finger over my lips. A little less noise, please . . . A little less noise. So I locked my voice up to wherever my sight had gone. It was a soft, peaceable time. I was happy. I won‘t pretend it was awful. But then he told me to go—I took off, message cradled under my wings a song in my mind- not my lips. Not any longer. When I stood before him . . . He whose message I was to give, he peeled back the blindfold and startled me with colors. He sang, sweet, and low into my ear. I’d never heard another voice- not single and broken like this one. My heart began to beat for the first time on its own, and as I looked into his eyes I could not comprehend anything but the music there in the world. It was at his fingertips, in his voice, it fell dripping from his shoulders as he walked and grew in the ashes of his flaming eyes. A spectrum of sounds- a symphony and low bass beating my heart alive. He began to walk away, and I panicked, wrapping my arms about him- my breath grew warm against his neck . . . and in only a moment I shattered every second I had lived, devoted, breathed, to bury my teeth into him. Angels don’t have fangs you know. It would be a lie to say I didn’t know what I had done, but holding him against me I knew I could sing. A little more noise- and it was beautiful, breathtaking the noise he made when I bit. My throat began to burn, It was the first time I knew tears- burning bitter salt things leaving trails of raw flesh in their wake. A little more noise, Please. A little more . . .



The Master Behind The Mask: Benevolent Ebil

II.


☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


Name: Micaiah
D.O.B: 14th of February
Age: My actual age goes far beyond what your brain can imagine. In fact I believe I’m over 200 years old but I lost count at 150.. As far as my appearance goes people assume I’m 18 years of age and barely old enough to tie my shoelaces.
Race: Fallen Angel
Why I Have Fallen...
It had seemed like such an easy task at first. Even when my own curiosity got the best of me once I ascended from Heaven down to the beauty called Earth to watch those that had strayed from the sacred path. My fascination wasn’t to be contained easily and my curiosity had always been scolded by others, even when it had made God himself laugh. It figures that that curiosity alone caused my downfall and let that smile drop from God’s face. Days had passed by before I recognized the tight feeling in my chest whenever I noticed one of them, one of the beautiful creatures that I was supposed to watch out for. All I had seen, all I had known had been up in Heaven where freedom was within my reach and I couldn’t want for anything more. Yet the desire I felt for those Damned was more than I could comprehend. Ironically I was ‘born’ on Valentine’s Day while I hadn’t the slightest clue of the word love. As soon as I knew the symptoms I went to God to discuss my deepest feelings and the confusion I felt when it had happened. I won’t ever forget the frown on God’s face, telling me that it was foolish to fall in love with one of them and that I shouldn’t ever fall in love again. Against his wishes and perhaps against my own I was not able to stop myself from wanting, that burning ache in my chest that had started out from something as innocent as curiosity. Soon, sooner than I expected, I had been condemned to an existence on Earth and been marked as a Fallen Angel.


The Master Behind The Mask: Emael Levant

III.


☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


Name: Raziel
D.O.B: February 26th
Age: Technically, only about 300 years...To humans I appear to be around 18 or 19, I suppose.
Race: Fallen
Why I Have Fallen...
God is my pleasure. He truly is. That is the meaning of my name, and is what imprinted into my beliefs. I was the one who stood close by the Gracious Father's throne. I was the one who heard and wrote down everything that is said and discussed. There is no one who loves Him like I do, but...but I failed him. Not only once, but twice. The first time is another story, and I was able to redeem myself after a well deserved punishment -- frozen since the expulsion of Adam and Eve until now. The second time was a chance my Almighty Father gave me for further redemption, to prove that I will not betray his trust. It seemed like a fairly easy task -- watch over the Damned. I grasped at this chance and clinged onto my loyalty to Him as I followed his order and descended to Earth for the first time in thousands of years. Everything has changed -- changed so much that I no longer recognized anything. But, I was sure the Lord's wishes would guide me. I fell into the arms of the Damned, stunned. It was his voice and touch that woke me. These first sensations I experienced on earth -- by God, was it ecstasy. How was I to know, by the split second, that these feelings I have never experienced before are sins? How was I to figure out in that moment, that him being so close was against the teachings of my Father? It wasn't until his lips pressed against my neck did I realize what was about to happen. Then, faster than I recall myself to be in the past, I flipped the situation over and bit him instead. I know not what I was doing. The moment his blood flowed into my mouth, God was the last thing on my mind...


The Master Behind The Mask: Dysthymic Mestiza

IV.


☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


Name: Israfel Desmond Veda
D.O.B: October Ninteenth
Age: I have been since the beginning of time, although, by looking, one would ne'r be able to guess. I appear in my early twenties.
Race: Fallen Angel
Why I Have Fallen...
For countless eons, I have been awaiting the order. To usher in the end. To descend to the Earth that lay below and shatter the world. Not with malicious intent, of course, but so as to bring about the Final Judgment. Such was my appointed task in the realm of Heaven. Such was the task given to me by our Lord. That is, until the Damned. I was assigned a new directive; to watch the foul spirits that stalked the night and preyed upon the living, ensuring that their affairs in the world of mortals were never in excess. That the creatures did not become gluttonous or sway the minds of their hapless victims.

It was in this, watching and waiting, that I developed a rapt fascination. They did not seem so dissimilar to any of God's other creations. Did the lion not prey upon the lamb? In the grand scheme of things, I could not see how they could possibly be labeled as evil. Perhaps misguided, yes, having lost their ties to humanity, but once very cherished things. For, had they not been human once? And, was not His love boundless? So, why had these wayward beings been forsaken by God? Could they too not be saved? Certainly, they still retained a soul. Something so precious could not simply disappear.

It was with such thoughts circling within my skull that inevitably lead to my Fall. But, I was not cast from Heaven's soft and cool embrace by force. Rather, I chose to descend of my own volition. I wished to prove, not only to myself, but to Him that the assumptions were wrong; they weren't Damned. If I could love them, then why not He?


The Master Behind The Mask: [ B E E L Z E B U B ]

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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔅𝔲𝔯𝔶 𝔐𝔢 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢. . .
𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢. . .

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔶𝔯𝔠𝔰


Reserved--Taken--Open

I.


☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


Name: Muurdecai Anayantzin Konstantin
D.O.B: December First
Age: Eight Hundred and Ninety Nine Years of age with the appearance of a Twenty Year Old.
Race: Trust and believe, my dear, I am no angel.
Why I Was Damned...
I was created. Normally that would be all I would say for why would you want know more? I was human once. Long ago in the sixteenth century… I adored my life. Human memories fade but I still remember bits and pieces of them. I had a fiancé once. I remember that part of my life clearly. Her name was Annina. Yes…Yes I remember. I wanted nothing more than to make her happy. It’s too bad I never got the chance. I will not go over details leading up to that night just yet but a few days after our parents gave us their final blessing. I took Annina out into the woods at midnight and presented her the ring she had always admired. I keep that memory stored safely for it is my favorite…and last human memory… I remember…contorting to see approaching figures. They stalked us like prey and before anything was said they attacked. I heard Annina scream; I called out her name. I saw her body hit the ground as her eyes filled with tears as fear for me more than herself. It was the last thing before darkness over took me.
When I awoke, I was unaware of where I was… Who I was… It only took a second however for everything to click back into place. Annina...She was dead wasn't she? I wanted to cry, I wished I could have cried. But I didn't some how my body wouldn't allow me to process the urge to fill sorrow. It was quick to register the touch of another however. I could feel myself in the arms of a woman I never seen in my life and though I should have been afraid I wasn't. I reached up and touched her face absentmindedly, watching curiously as she smiled in response. She had blue eyes and black hair; but by her gaze I knew she was a bit too interested in me… I tried to speak but she stopped me with one sentence. “My, my, what pretty eyes you have my dear…Tell me, are you thirsty?” It was in that moment when the burning sensation in the back of my throat became the foreground of my thoughts. I quickly grabbed my thought and began to pant as I watched the woman turn her head to reveal her neck. I didn’t wait. I latched on to her neck and drunk her blood like my life depended on it. It did. I finally choked rushing to drink the crimson liquid she so freely gave and found myself forced to rip away. She laughed at me and that was my first experience with my Mistress, Lacrymosa. For three centuries I stayed under her wing, learning whatever I could until I became sick and tried…of taking orders. I challenged my Mistress for my freedom. If I won I could go free. If I lost I would be another corpse to add to her body count. Apparently, however, I won. It almost shocked me how easy it was to take her life but no matter.
Let’s skip on shall we? In the present world, I am the elder of my own coven, a group I can tolerate to look after and care about moderately. We live by our standards and life…has been well. Until those beast of burdens came upon our door steps. The moment my curse fell into my arms I was ready to dine, only to have the tables turn. Let me assure you. I never liked angels before but now I despise them with a passion. You love me? You insignificant little twit. You have no idea what love is. What you are experiencing is lust and sadly I do not return the feeling. I have no desire to bring on more issues upon myself then needed. You think you are smart and clever for biting my neck? Well you are wrong, because until I can find a way to remove it I will show you the true meaning of pain. I do not believe in God my dear. Why? Because I do not believe in Mother Goose.


The Master Behind The Mask: xMalicious Vendettax

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☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


Name: Tai Aderyn Halifax
D.O.B: May 8th.
Age: Seven-hundred and thirty-eight, appearance of twenty-two.
Race: Vampyre
Why I Was Damned...
If you had asked me at eighteen years if I had any intention of becoming a vampyre, I would have laughed at you and explained that blood-suckers are just imaginary creatures. Two years later, such creatures would be the only thing on my mind. There was only one, actually. After all, one vampire is all it takes to make another.

As a human, I never had the best luck . . . that much I can remember. My friends always joked with me about how I had no interest in any of the women in our village, or any of the men, for that matter. The truth was that I had little interest in the female gender, but none of the men really caught my eye either, though plenty took note of me. I stayed lonely. I had no interest in the likes of them. It wasn't until a newcomer came to our village that attraction sparked in me for the first time. I remember the eye contact I made with that man- the unfamiliar one that seemed to just appear one day in our small, isolated village. I remember the way he looked at me with eyes an icy blue- uncharacteristic of a Japanese man. A dull, dark brown pair of eyes met his gaze. They were mine. His name was Haruki, and he was the first thing that I ever wanted. I was at the mercy of such a man, being the fact that he was my everything- my first love, even. I would do anything for Haruki. I never questioned the sharpness of his teeth or our meetings that could only take place in the dark hours of the day. Never did I question the sky in his eyes, for I had no need to. It wasn't until I had found my love feasting on the blood of another that I knew. Haruki was a vampire. When I discovered his true nature, everything changed. The small village that was once my home in Japan became nothing but a distant memory. One day, I awoke somewhere completely different.
Remember the part where I said that I would do anything for such a man? Despite the terrible things that happened to me- that I went through, I couldn't help but love Haruki, regardless. The living blood in my veins- my beating heart- my life . . . they were all things that I gave away selflessly, just like everything else before them. I didn't think when I gave my life away so willingly. I grew weaker and weaker by the day from the physical and mental suffering that I endured in my human shell. The mortality that made me scream when Haruki tortured me and the frailty of those bones that snapped under the strength of my supernatural lover made me learn that as a human, I was imperfect. He convinced me, through pain, that vampyrism was the release that I longed for. By my twenty second year, I begged for such a fate as eternal damnation. I had little choice in the matter. I let him drain me of my own lifeforce and his forbidden blood touched my lips for the first time and I knew that something in me was sealed for eternity. It didn't take me long to realize that such an existence was far from perfection.

In terms of angels, I don't have one chained to my ankle. Despite the rest of you, I managed to avoid such a fate. I fell into such a trap as to choose one of the fallen as a meal as well, though managed to get the creature away from me before those teeth pierced my flesh. Haruki was good, in a sense, and granted me one good quality of note- quick reflexes.
That same angel still follows me though, unrelentingly. Unlike you, little angel, I do not believe in destiny.


The Master Behind The Mask: insidelookingout

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☇ Whαt It Mεαns To Bε Dαmnεd:


Name: Felix Remus Crowe
D.O.B: March 06
Age: Four hundred and twenty years but thanks to my delightful trickery I appear as nothing but a mere twenty five year old!
Race: Vampyre
Why I Was Damned...

“Little Joker, you arouse my interest more than any of the cads I have been forced to bare witness to. It is in your best interests to join me for soon you will not be needed here. To see your spark fade would be such a sombre affair.” he had softly spoken the words into my ears and left me, the puzzler of puzzles in a state of confusion.

“I will not be needed? Surely you jest dear sir! Life cannot be lived without laughter and thus I shall never be out of a job!” I cried with a chortle.

Suddenly my chin was gripped tightly, his eyes which now that I saw closer up were a colour that could not be classified as human. They were tinted with red as if someone had gone nutso with a red marker pen and drawn around his irises.

“Listen closely to me fool, your King will soon be overthrown and when he is the man that will take his throne will see your profession as nothing but a frippery. You will be penniless and bitter by the end of your short life. I cannot stand the thought of such talent being wasted.” he almost growled the words causing me to stiffen in slight fear.

I laughed again, this only seemed to aggravate the man more and somehow I managed to draw my chin away from his death grip as I rose from my sitting position. “What an excellent joke sir! I shall have to add it to my performance!” I replied and with haste began to make my exit, the man was no longer interesting to me, in fact he was downright frightening. Edwin didn’t take kindly to my attempted escape, he had grabbed me quite violently with a speed that had not even registered in my mind, I could have sworn that I never even heard the man get up! And yet there he was. I felt a hot breath against my pulsing neck and despite the situation I found myself shivering in slight pleasure as my skin tingled under such an action.

“I had wanted you to come by your own will but it seems you have stuck to your role as the fool to the very end.” he said with a snarl.

Then I screamed but no one heard me over the festivities and the twanging of lute’s. My neck throbbed in pain, my body convulsing as he dug what appeared to be fangs into my soft, human flesh. Soon my screams were ended, no longer having the energy to go through with such a movement as he continued doing the perverse act upon my body. I had long since blacked out by the time he had finished although I do recall something wet pressing against my lips and would learn when I awoke, to my horror that he had fed me his own blood.


The Master Behind The Mask: Poison_Grass

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Name: Vitali Azier Sribolong
D.O.B: December seventeenth
Age: My, my, I believe I'm about five hundred and twenty four. But why bother with such a large number when I'm forever twenty-one?
Race: Why, I'm a damned Vampyre of course.
Why I Was Damned...
Hmmm... it happened so long ago I do not think I remember how I came to be. But I will say this before I try taking a trip down memory lane, I do not find my existence to be a curse or misfortune in the slightest. Actually, now that I've said that, I think I do recall how this all started out. Just don't call me a monster in the end, even if it's true.

Well, I was born into the late middle ages. Ah, what memories. I so despised my life back then. Well, okay, I did not truly. I remember being a wealthy man with no wife. But I certainly slept around. Unlike most of the people in my society, I cared little for gender. Don't you think it's sad to limit yourself to things such as that? Well, by the time I was eighteen, I already knew what I liked and that was coming from experience. I was literally quite the whore back then. Wait, scratch that comment, I'm still a whore now. My parents didn't like it all that much. I remember them berating me for acting like that; it wasn't befitting a man of my stature. Oh how I hated their whines.
Well, I suppose someone wanted to teach me a lesson. I do not remember if she was a lover of mine or just a woman I happened to have slept with one night. I care little for names. I attended a ball one night and she came to me. I assumed she wanted something but my flirting was completely ineffective. She simply introduced me to someone she thought would be interesting for me to meet. I suppose she didn't even know who this man was because when we walked into the room, she screamed her lungs out. Oh dear. Funny thing was the man she wanted to meet was my father's closest friend. I had always thought him a bit odd but I had never expected him to be a murderer. It took a moment for me to register that he wasn't a murderer per say, just a vampyre. I reacted shocked I think. Ah well, it doesn't matter. The woman had fainted beside me but I was more focused on the creature before me. I do not know why, but I thought it would be interesting to see his reaction to a certain question. I asked him to make me a vampyre. He laughed at me; he wanted to know why I would ever want to be a bloodsucking creature of the night. "For the immortality of course." Was my answer to the question. Next thing I knew, I was blacked out.
I awoke later with my father's friend hovering over me and the taste of blood in my mouth. He went and made me a vampyre as I had requested. Talk about being careful for what you wish for. He did not remain in my life for long, and I hold no grudge. I found my immortal life to be far more entertaining.

As for the present day… Well, I joined this strange little coven. My habits from the old days have slightly died but they are ever irritating the men and women of this lovely place I inhabit. When this bundle of feathers fell into my hands, I honestly had no idea what to think. Now I'm bound to the thing. I must say, it can really throw a fellow off his game. But for now, I like to watch the creature's reactions whenever I mess with him.


The Master Behind The Mask: xX Toxiic_B U N N Y Xx

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