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Story

A large city, somewhere. The rich live on the outer edges, pretty much their own little aristocracy. All the poor peoples are crowded into the center, so they can't leave without permission. Between is a market, bars, whatever you decide.

There are "elite" races (vampires, werewolves, certain sects of elves, anything else you think of) and "scum" (gnomes, trolls, again, whatever)

The rest I leave to your imagination and creative writing skills.

Profiles

The name? Ill tell you my name, Raidon Sethren Valentine Anenokoji the XXIII. My birthday just passed, that makes me 21. I love piercings, I have a few. I come from a rich family, one of the richest, and most powerful. An Elven family. brought from the great forest of lore. Now living in this city. I suppose if someone wanted to call me something, or stereo type me, then Id probably...smack them in the face, and take a steel hammer to there head. But I guess Im pretty apathetic sometime, being rich and all I am obviously too important to actually use my money than for anything other then mope and groan about how powerful and rich my family is. And that the simple demand to marry A lovely lady and continue the family tree is OBVIOUSLY too big of a thing for me to handle, so then what else does some like me do? Well if you guessed the cliche thing of 'running away' then..well then your pretty good at this.
Oh and did I mention that donkeys tend to appear when I'm around..ALOT.




































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Username: DeeAnn(who can follow the profile sketch I put out, unlike some people *cough cough raidon*)
Character Name: Gwen
Age: 21
Race: Human
Past: Sold to a vampire, orphan(sp?), blaw, blaw, blaw...


Username: Kioko XIV
Character Name: Drae
Age: 20
Race: Fae
Past: Was born to a servant of the aristocracy, so, suprise suprise, she became a servant.


Fullbody (Unclolored)
Another uncolored fullbody
Username: Axxerous
Character Name: Axxerous
Age: 14
Race: Vampire
Past: (Sorry, I HAVE to post a story for this, I am going to urge Ghost to come in as well)
SHORT SUMMARY : I am Axxerous. I was born a vampire, but never met my parents. They were killed by Crusniks the day I was born. I was raised by a group of people called "The Dark" for they never came out during the day, and they never said much. I was told that they sensed potential in me, so they took me in. They turned out to be Pure-Bloods as well. They trained me to an extent no other Vampire has ever known possible. I spend most my days searching for Crusniks to kill. Though, when I met Ghost, I found out, not all Crusniks hate Vampires. I spend alot of time alone, for not very many people want to hang around me. Alot of my past I keep a mystery, but in time, I will begin to reveal it.

THE STORY OF GHOST (by Ghost himself!) : Axxerous stiffened. She had heard a sound many kilometers away approaching from the south. It made a weird noise, not like a horse, a car, or a motorcycle like the ones she had seen in magazines that people from the nearest village throw out. She has not been outside much for a week in fear that she'll miss a possible member visiting her "lair" mentioned in the flyer she set up for her council. So she "borrowed" magazines or newspapers whenever she could to keep up in the news. Today though, she wishes she had went out because whatever was approaching gave off a presence that she feels she should fear. Though, because of her anti-prejudice nature, she feels she should not fear what she does not know about like how people treated her. The noise stopped. A sweat drops. Ragged breathing escalates. Rats scurry back into their holes. It was the longest 10 seconds she has ever precived. Finally, the figure slowly opened the door and took a step in. It looks to both sides, as if absorbing the life from the dark stale moist room. She could see the green tribal tattoo clearly as if it glowed. "You can come out now," it said. Axxerous came out as told, used to being commanded to avoid conflict. "How would you like it, a crucifix in the heart, holy water in the mouth, a fast death or a slow one?" But as Axxerous came closer finally visible in the moonlight and just stood there taking the presence of the new one in, but the being was surprised by her aura. He knew she was different and was only testing her, but her presence was full of... hope. "No pleading? No last stand? So you do not fear me, eh? Even though I am naturally your enemy?" The small vampire was perplexed, "Enemies?" Before she finshed though, the new one came up to her a noiselessly pulled out a knife and nicked her finger which he had also unexpectantly pulled away from her. After said act, he did something out-of-the-norm, he began to lick the knife! "No, " She yelled, "Its poisenous to humans! Even vamps can't drink vampire blood!" "Who said I was human,... or a vampire. You see... I'm a Crusnik!" the Crusnik boasted. "I have come to help your cause. It appears I am the first," the still unnamed man implored. "No your not said!" replied a shadow leaning against the wall. "Who are you?" said the Crusnik. "You come uninvited and question me? How rude!" said the shadow. "Fine, my name is...", hesataited the man ", I have no name, but people call me Ghost."

The wind grasped and clung at Raidon, filthy it felt, uncleansed, demoralized, incapable-of-being-healthy. This was the touch that came to your skin, the hard leathery truth, this was...the inner circle. The dirt trail picked up and swayed, few leafs danced on high the brown mixing with orange, it would be beautiful had it not been for an odd stench. Just to his left, a piling mass of dark brown, the buzzing of flies. Yes that was a bit distracting, the pile of poo and all. "donkeys.." Raidon sighed.

"P-p-please s-sir" The voice came below, an old man. I'm sure you are thinking that he is so feeble and weak, unclean and unrich that he is on his kness begging this rich elf for money...well he's not.
"please sir, g-get off my back." Yes, the man..is on the floor and Raidon happened to be, standing on top of. And this is where you assume, Raidon notices, apologizes and offers a drink, well..then your only a quarter right.

"What an odd piece of ground Im standing on, feels like bones," quick sigh "oh well." With that Raidon progressed toward a small pub, leaving the man with a low 'harumph' sound.

Drae wandered down the grimy, rat-infested street, breathing in deeply. This air was wonderful, not like the pure unpolluted air that clung to the edges of the city, burning a person's nostrils. Hopping over a half-dead man that looked like he had already been trampled a few times that day, she saw the lines of taverns, bars, and shops that sold dubious items.
She'd go looking through some of them, once her business was done. Her feet carried her towards the pub, The Tipsy Werewolf, best name for a place like this ever, since the owner had obviously been sitting in an alley somewhere, surrounded by mounds of dusty bottles and holding one himself when he thought of it.
The door opened as a rather gastly ogre of a figure stumbled out, an oblivious smile on his face, his large feet moving forward unsteadily. She slipped in around him, looking over the bar. One particular person caught her eyes, causing her to do a double take. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her-no way was this weird freak sanitizing his chair before he sat on it.
But yes, indeed, it was as it appeared, amusing Drae so much that she snatched an almost full glass from a nearby table where a pixie had fallen over and was now peacefully unconcious on the floor whilst a less drunk man removed his wallet, and stood staring at him openly, drinking the beautifully foul green liquid.

No. It-it couldn't be. How dare he ignore her!!!! It didn't really make her mad, she was used to being treated this way by rich people, but he was here, in this part of town...
She walked over and sat down across from him,setting the glass on the table. She didn't say anything, just continued staring.

It took Drae a few seconds to figure out what he meant. When she finally got it, she laughed, gulped down the rest of the alchoholic stuff, and took off the cloak she had been wearing over her normal clothes, so her gender was more obvious.

She slapped him, hard, for treating her like an animal or something. "Yes, I am," she replied, eyeing his drink hungrily, wondering if she could get away with stealing it.