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Princess Araxis Marie Captain
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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 10:09 pm
In a year far from now, in the year 2020, the earth is ravaged. Creatures that look like you and me, walk among us...spreading the disease. This disease will not be like AIDS or Cancer. It wont slowly kill you. In fact, it wont kill you at all, but will make you stronger, more agile, the peak of human beauty. But behind that beauty, there will be a strange and grotesque secret. By day, they are as Hollywood beauties and beaus...working high class jobs....successful and fairytale-like lives. By night, they are trained killers. Feeding off fear and hiring themselves off as assassins of a different caliber. They are le loup-garoux, or in lame man's terms, shape-shifters. American Indians believe that your soul has an animal connection. Bears, Eagles, Wolves, etc. When you caught this disease, your body becomes your spirit animal. The problem seems far away, what, with all this fantastic talk. Seems like something full of pros and minute amount of cons. But the one Con outweighs every single pro. They hunt people. During the day, they are normal citizens. They work, have lunch with friends, and they interact. But at night...as the moon rises...their dark side sets in. Animalistic personalities emerge. The need to hunt, the need to feed takes over their thoughts and they become their animal. The ability to change is part of them...but the moon rising change is inevitable. Once the change is complete, you change back and your duties begin. First, you feed yourself. Then, you go and kill the people you were hired to kill. With each dying spirit, the killer becomes stronger, and more beautiful. The souls are like the elixir of eternal youth. It keeps the assassin young and strong, as well as their ferocity control. The more souls a person kills, the more powerful they become. One weakness these...Le Loup-Garoux...have, is feelings unlike any other being. They love, hate, and feel sorrow more than anyone else. When they fall in love...it is their fate telling them that was their mate for life. When they hate...revenge is certain to follow. When they feel sorrow, they feel it within all of their body...incapacitating them until the sorrow passes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 10:19 pm
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Rules: Normal rules for an RP
Players: Good Assassins: Bad Assassins: Name:Araxis De Le Fleur Spirit Animal:Wolf Age:22 Occupation:Model Weapon: Claws and Pistols as well as swords at times Type of Assassin:Corrupt Description/Picture: Model form-{without the ears}  Wolf form-  Werewolf form-  Self in the midst of Assassination-  Other:Alpha Female and leader of the Corrupt Assassins, and sister to Cuno, whom she is always fighting but likes her brother much to her dismay. Biography:Was born the heir to the Alpha position when turned into a Familiar. Very standoffish and evil. Loves to boss but loves her members dearly. will fight to the death and is very malicious. hides behind a facade of serene smiles and then slits your throat with a chilling smile. no one has ever escaped her, for she is very skilled. Has the blood lust of a hungry rabid dog. Very noble and graceful. Name: Cuno
Spirit Animal: Wolf
Age: 32
Occupation: Writer
Weapon: None; attacks with clawed hands and brute strength
Type of Assassin: Corrupt
Description/Picture: A tarnished black tunic with a furlike appearance, tarnished pants that have the same appearance as the tunic. Blackened eyes with only bright yellow pupils visible. Wild hair restrained by a headband. Sharp claws upon his fingers. No shoes.
Wolf Form: Jet black fur with bright yellow pupils. Eyes are jet black except for pupils. Almost shadow like in appearance.
Other: Alpha male of wolves. Brother to Araxis.
Biography: Breaking away from his wolf pack, Cuno became a rogue. Crossing paths with demonic forces has infused him with dark power, allowing him to become an alpha wolf. His violent tendencies are insatiable. Name: Hiral
Spirit Animal: Hawk
Age: 21
Occupation: struggling artist
Weapon: Katar and pata
Type of Assassin: good
Description/Picture: hawk form assassin form as a human he is naturally tall short messy brown hair, golden eyes and always wears loose clothing.
Other: as his assassin forn he shares the power of sight with his spirit animal.
Biography: A light hearted person and never in the same place at once, his life is run on spur of the moment. he hasn't lived in one place for more then a year, he now owns his own apartment for his works. When he focuses, he is very empathetic and always seems to know what you're thinking.
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Princess Araxis Marie Captain
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Princess Araxis Marie Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:28 pm
{waiting for at least one more person}
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:56 pm
Hiral just walked into his apartment, his sleeves coated on blood some was dripping from his face. Ignoring the bathroom completely we walked into his bedroom and laid down, still fully awake though. This happened every night, never felt like his job was never done. It didn't take long before he got up again and headed to his apartment window, staring out into the city streets. many normals would see him and know that Hiral was not one of them anymore. the glow of his eyes were proof, they peirced the night as he observed the cityscape for more blood. all he could hear was the drip of the blood sliding off his nose.
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Princess Araxis Marie Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:12 pm
Araxis growled a sweet smile, the blood of an innocent dripping off her beautiful chin. Her brother was off somewhere, doing what she thought she had done. She was still having the urge to hunt but she would wait til Cuno came back
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:23 pm
After a while, Hiral finally decided to head to the washroom. Turning on the tap, he took off his shirt, placed it in the hamper, and began to wash his hands and face. ater a quick shower and change of clothes. Hiral went back to his "perch" at the window.
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Princess Araxis Marie Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:28 pm
Araxis was tired of being inside so she climbed into the elevator and hit the down button. Once at the bottom floor, she walked out with a growl at the chauffeur at the door and stood outside eying everyone as possible prey.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:31 pm
Name: Mariah k**e Spirit Animal: Wolf Age: 23 Occupation: Moviestar Weapon: katanas, teeth, claws Type of Assassin: {?} Loner Description/Picture: {Moviestar form}  {Wolf form, tougher than she looks xD}  {Werewolf form}  Other: She's by herself, and she has no friends. Her emotions tend to overpower her most of the time, and this is the only thing that makes her weak. Biography: {to be discovered later}
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:32 pm
Mariah anxiously let her eyes dart around her, the scent of Dawn coming off the grass and trees around her. Her clothes were so bloodstained and battered that she knew she ought to get back in soon.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 7:15 pm
Hiral spottedsomething peculiar in the residential district on the east side of the city. He looked over the apartment doos and found someone exiting it with an all too familliar glare, he has seen many, and have killed many who worn the same look. but he sayw that the way she carried herself that told him that she had power among the Corrupt, which Hiral thought was a rare thing to see. He could feel the feathers grow over his body, and wings sprouting as he stepped on the outer ledge of his window. he looked down from his loft at the bustling traffic below, knowing all too well how blind normals are to the world around them.
"One more for the night," he muttered to himselfas his wings expanded to full span and his mouth and nose began to stretch and harden. Hiral dove into the night lights, and soon began to soar over the city his eye not once leaving his prey.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 7:18 pm
Before going inside, Mariah glanced behind her. Her apartment...it was so close. In mid stride, she transformed into a wolf and sprinted to her home. When she got back, she climbed the stairs in her human form and wrenched the door open, realizing all too late that her neighbor was standing outside of his doorway, staring. She would have to hill him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 7:20 pm
(PS. when it says type, it means good or corrupt.)
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 7:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 7:34 pm
(when it asked for type of assassin, you are either Corrupt: kill just for fun, or good: hunt down the corrupt. I am good. which are you?)
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