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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 2:16 pm
Continuing from the guild. Already know the rules and whatnot.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 2:31 pm
Well, we've gotta set up a storyline and an idea of where we're going, along with what characters we're using. Since we'll be the only two in here, I'm going to probably have my Viscount as the main character and maybe two minor characters. Like his maid. X3
The idea that I had for it was back in time a bit, a few hundred years. You know? He'd still be in his mansion and wearing his fancy clothing stuffs, but I'm not sure where your character would come in. I was thinking, perhaps, that she could be lost in the forest? I know it sounds cliche... X3 But.... it would work, right? The little town below would probably be even smaller, and full of very superstitious villagers.... or it wouldn't even be there. But his mansion would be the subject of fear and horror stories to keep the kids in at night. :3 Ooo~ Perhaps your character could be a runaway? X3 Oh the ideas keep coming!
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 2:34 pm
My char could be an outcast from her own village, for being a "witch"...unless...we're not that far back O.o....lol
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 3:27 pm
That works! ^_^ That's not too far back. :3
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 3:39 pm
^^ So uh, here's my character! X3
Meet the host- Viscount József Noir:
--Having lived so long that he can no longer remember his age, it is amazing that he looks as young as he does. Any passerby that might stay at his mansion would only guess his age to be in his middle, perhaps late, twenties; but no one has ever actually asked what it is. He stands at a slightly tall build of 6’1”, and has straight broad shoulders that are never slouched. His eyes are the same deep, feral gold seen in a lion’s eyes, inlaid with the earthy bronze of mountain soil touched by the sunrise. His hair is unfathomably dark, laced through with almost blue hues like the sky at midnight and is usually tied back low; the only testament to his age are the very few silver strands that streak through, a few shooting stars in the ebony black that frames his face. His face, ah, his face is fierce, though fine, a paradox within itself with strong high cheekbones and a straight nose, but with slender, almost inquisitive eyebrows that arch high, dark slashes across his pale skin, and a sensual mouth that always seems to possess a calm, if distant and rather distracted, smile. How is his face fierce if it is so beautiful? It’s the calm intensity that cuts through the distance between him and whomever he is looking at, the steady gaze that openly informs you that he knows all and is merely humoring you for his own amusement- no, I take that back, not for his own amusement, but for his own interest. His skin is an oddity, for though he has the looks of someone with dark coloring, his skin is nearly as pale as the snow that surrounds his sprawling mansion deep in the mountains of Hungary. It would be safe to say that he doesn’t get out much, in fact, it would be safe to say that he would prefer to stay in his tall, dark mansion, lounging in a chair by a fire with a book open in his long fingered, but firm and steady hand. His nature is that of a stately and cordial man; someone who is on good terms with tempered kindness and generosity, and not someone who fights often with authority. Although, alone in his mansion, he is the only authority that there is to be followed. His dress is that of a nobleman in the late 18- early 1900’s, usually comprised completely of the color black, except for perhaps the white shirt that stands out starkly and a silver chain that hooks from the inside of his suit coat and dips into the right breast pocket. If you are lucky enough to catch him when he is being less formal, you might find him unwinding in the library with the suit coat neatly folded on the back of his high backed chair, his white shirt open one button, and the silver chain (now seen to be hooked instead to the pocket of the white shirt) leading to a gilded silver watch in his hand. There is, perhaps, one more thing I should inform you of with this person that you are about to visit, and I would much appreciate it if you didn’t find me to be mad; but the last thing that I remember hearing about him was that when he smiles his canines tend to slip out over his lip, unnaturally long, and unnaturally sharp.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 3:48 pm
I'll use my same girl image....cept history shall be this.
Eva normally lead a peaceful life. She was kind to everyone, always did good things for others, no matter how far out of her way it would be, and she was generally happy, even when she felt the saddest one could imagine. Her life was normal except for one thing. She was psychic. Being able to talk to the dead, perform rituals for good luck charms, better healing, and other things sounds like a luxury. If you think so you're wrong. Eva was cast out of her village, dispite all her good deeds, because she was thought to be a witch. Her friends are her foes, her family has disowned her out of force, and now nobody wants to even look at her. Eva, only 19 (changed the age biggrin ), ventures out on her own, trying to find a new life, and somebody that will accept her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 4:04 pm
Okay. :3 That works! Uh... teh Viscount I suppose looks the same age. >_> Because once you're turned you remain that age forever.... sooooo.... yeah. :3
Shall we start? If we start then you start. I have no clue where to put Jozsef right now. o_o;
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 4:20 pm
Hrm...well we'll set it in the "woods" outside the mansion?
Eva was tired. She'd been travelling for weeks, nobody accepting her into their village. Mainly it was because of the mark on her hand that her village burned on her skin before she left. It was customary to mark witches in her village, so they'd have nowhere to go. It was a simple mark, a circle with a star, similar to the star of david, on it. She was getting cold, and even more fatigued. Her clothes were ripped from the woodland
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 4:39 pm
Okay. ^^ Hows this for an entrance? X33
The room was dark. It had been dark for a long time. He couldn't remember when it was bright in that room, and to think of the joy that used to be in it... only brought pain. A tall, long shadow shifted in the darkness, detaching itself from something as it slowly made it's way across the room. Suddenly it turned, burning gold eyes flashing through the ebony that cloaked the room and landing on what could be assumed was a window. A faint breeze fluttered through the heavy black drapes, lifting them slightly to let light into the room. A single line of silvery light. It cut across the inky darkness and split the room in half before gently laying across the body of a man- the lean shadow. The breeze then died, and the drape softly sighed shut, wisping back into its place.
The shadow paused before slowly moving, melting across the room to the drapes where almost tentatively, he pulled them back. More light spilled into the room like water let from a bowl, and the man was revealed in it's soft embrace. He was a tall and almost formidable looking man, with broad shoulders and a long, lean body. His shirt looked rumpled, as if he had spent many nights in it without bothering to take it off, and his hair was mussed into tousled black silk that lingered around his pale face. His bright almost amber colored eyes were fixed on the ground far below. Movement.
There was someone in his forest.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 4:45 pm
Eva tripped on a branch and fell down hard, cutting her cheek on a sharp branch the process. She hadn't realized it until she got up shakily and she felt something run down her cheek. At first she thought she was crying, but as soon as she touched her face, and pulled back her fingers, a deep crimson red color was on her fingers. The slight smell of metal whipped through her nose and she sighed. Yet another cut to her collection. She had been in the forest for a long time, and only wished to get out, but she was lost, and low on hope.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 5:02 pm
The scent of blood reached his nose soon after he opened the shades, and the man looked down almost curiously, though the expression on his face was perhaps anything but curious. Suddenly he dropped the shades, retreating back into his room. Moments later he stepped into the hall, the warm light from many candles reflecting on him and over his rumpled shirt. A maid suddenly appeared at his elbow, holding a new shirt.
"If you go out," her voice was soft, almost inaudible, "you cannot be without a proper shirt."
Jozsef looked at her for a second before nodding. Slowly he stripped off the first shirt and put on the new one. Once the shirt was sufficiently covering his body, the maid moved out of the way, allowing him to pass.
"Be careful." Her voice barely brushed against his back as he moved through his home, finding the stairs that led to the front door and taking them. His hand grasped the handle to the large doors and he effortlessly pulled them open, stepping into the cool night. There was a touch of burnt autumn in the air; the sky was clear and the moon hung large and round, a crescent, to the left of his vision. Taking in a breath of the lightly chilled air, the Viscount scanned the trees, searching out where the person was.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 5:07 pm
Eva fell again, this time harder as she tripped over a large log. Her night vision wasn't too well, which showed from all the cuts she recieved. This time, instead of getting up, she just sat on the ground and pulled her knees to her chest, the marking on her hand slightly illuminated by the moon. Some blood dripped off her cheek onto her shirt.
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