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 Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 11:28 am
"A monster is no way to live your life Damien!"
He could still hear her screaming in his ears.
"It wasn't like I had much of a ******** choice!" Damien kicked the coffee table away. "You think I wanted to be changed into something like this!!"
He could hear their child scream.
"Get out of my house!"
"Sire?" The maid's tiny voice rang in his ear gently. He lifted his gaze from the burning fire and turned o look back at her. She was new, naive...and would end up dead by morning light. "Are you alright? You're brothers are quite worried."
He turned back to the flames. "Yes, I'm fine. Let them know we're in need of a new maid."
"...sire?" The young girl stepped a little closer.
"Run, Marie." Damien stood from his chair and turned to look at her. His eyes a blaze of lust and vengence. His lips curled up into a sadistic grin. "I'll give you a heads start."
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Straight forward - Its about this clan of vampire brothers that live in this mansion. Every maid they ever had was murder by the elded, Damien because of his blood lust. NOw they've hired new ones, and they're all just waiting for Damien to snap on the new hire, Sandry. But, because of his ctions the brothers are starting to develope a war between them, the civilians and Damien.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 11:32 am
Rules
I'm going to say this once...you post in this forum without acceptance and you'll NEVER be accepted in it. With that lets get on to the rules
1. Follow Gaia TOS.
The rating of Gaia applies everywhere, do not break the rules...period. I won't be punishing you...Gaia will.
2. Literacy
This includes proper grammer, correct spelling, sentence structure, past tense, third person and intellegent writing.
3. Posts
Size 9 or 10 font and centered. I'd like you to refrain from using colours but I'm not going to enforce it (just nothing stupid bright). All thoughts should be italisized, all dialogue in quotations.
4.Bumps, Quotes, OOC talking.
No bumps, period, it's against the Barton Town Rules and Guidelines. No Quotes, they stretch the page and they are annoying. OOC talking, in double paranthesis of any kind (( )) [[ ]] {{ }}. Please keep the OOC talking to minimal and always have an in character post with it.
5.Respect
Respect me and fellow roleplayers, if you're going to fight take it to PMs.
6.Length.
I can not stress this enough....NO ONE LNERS! A block is fine but even the greatest of block can muster up more than one frigging sentence. Add detail, emotion, anything that you might think could help with the story.
7.Story
Don't be afraid to throw in ideas!
8.Applying
Through PMs, the title is 'Damien Fendel'. PM the characters sheet and an rp sample. For reservation just give me the name of the character with the title as the name of the rp. Send your rp sample with the character sheet.
9.Acceptance
When you're accepted I will tell you. Do not post until accepted. If you do not receive a reply within 24 hours...you're not accepted.
10.Leaving
Tell someone before you leave and try to give an approx time when you'll be back. Take yourself out of the story as well.
11. Drama
It's loved but do not pull all the attention on to yourself. It gets annoying and eventually people will start to ignore you.
12. Quitting/No Replies
If I see you're inactive for awhile I won't even bother to PM you. You'll be kicked out, period. If that happens you're welcome to reapply considering your spots aren't filled up. If you want to quit kill off your character or make them leave somehow--do it in a professional way.
13. Personally I have no problem with picture alongside your posts....but...my computer does. The broadband gets overruns with 300 dpi pictures and it makes my computer run slower...so to refrain myself from losing my mind...NO PICTURE ALONG WITH YOUR POSTS!
14. Don't wait for someone to post towards you. It happens too much and rps die like that. Place yourself in the story make yourself noticed.
I reserve the right to add rules as I please.
Have fun!
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 11:33 am
Special Rules
Vampires
-Immortal creatures that can only fall by beheading.
-Garlic, holy water, salt, silver and sunlight do nothing.
-Sunlight does not kill them but they are sensitive to it. Too much could lean to severe burns.
-Vampires do NOT mate for life. Though when they grow attached they do not leave until one or the other dies.
-They can change a human through two ways; mixing blood or intercourse (try to refrain from the latter unless you do some sort of time skip).
-If you change a human they are your responsability. Do not abandon them!
Humans
-If you are changing it takes up to several days. There is a new set of teeth growing in, your gums will hurt. You will feel chills at first. You're hunger lust with always overpower you. (Lets try to refrain from changing everyone yeah?)
-Once you have entered the mansion you cannot leave.
-You are free to move about the mansion but are forwarned to stay out of the vampire's bedrooms.
Other
-The mansion belongs to Damien. He has taken in the other three vampires.
-The vampires are not actually brothers but are close enough to be family.
-A vampire's room is his sanctuary. Uninvited visitors are open to attack.
-Maids sleep in one large room together.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 11:37 am
Character Sheet
Vampires
I'm known as . My brothers just call me . How did I become a monster like this? I was like this. I appear to be but my real age . I've lost count. I have conflicts with my conscience, . [url=]Here I am.[/url]
Humans
I'm known as . My friends just call me . I'm years old. I want the job because . My conscience seems to be telling me to stay away.[url=]Here I am.[/url]
Send through PM to myself with a roleplaying sample.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 11:38 am
CharactersVampiresI'm known as . My brothers just call me . How did I become a monster like this? I was like this. I appear to be <18> but my real age <264>. I've lost count. I have conflicts with my conscience, . Here I am.
Maids
I'm known as Sanderline Cameron. My friends just call me Sandry. I'm Eighteen years old. I want the job because I feel that cleaning is the only thing I'm good at, so why not get paid for it?. My conscience My_Deepest_Regret seems to be telling me to stay away. Here I Am
I'm known as Allen Walker. My friends just call me Allen. I'm fifteen years old. I want the job because I need the money to pay off the debts that were thrown on me. My conscience oO_Allen Walker_Oo seems to be telling me to stay away.Here I am
Humans
Others
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 11:40 am
Roleplay is offically open!
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 8:29 pm
A small sigh escaped Sanderline's lips as she looked up at the mansion. She wasn't sure how she landed this job in the first place, but it was very promising from what she understood. It was a place to live, good pay, and all she had to do was clean. That seemed pretty fair. And from what she understood she wasn't going to be the only one here, which made everything a lot better. She didn't want to be the only one cleaning a huge house such as this, she would never get any sleep! She ran a hand through her golden locks as she knocked baged against the door with the rahter large metal ring attached to it. Now all she had to do was wait. While she was waiting, Sandry thought it would be a lovely idea to think about the postitives and negatives about this job. She for one would shoot someone if she had to wear one of those whorish French Maid uniforms, that was just uncalled for! Why would she want to clean a house while looking like a whore, better yet; why would she want too if eveytime she bent down boys would be looking at her a**? "Yeah, ******** that." She said to herself. She looked around the outside of the doorway, taking in every detail. It seemed so old, but it looked like it'd never been tarnished.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 8:47 pm
The door crept open, slowly and creaking. A face peered at her through the small crack, gray eyes scanning her over.
After a moment the door opened wider, a young teenage boy stood in the now opened doorway.
"Are you Miss Cameron?" He asked slowly. He had been told to expect a new maid to come in today, and from the looks of it, she was here.
He gave off a small smile. "Welcome, we've been expecting you."
Moving to the side he held his arm in a motion telling her to come on in.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:07 pm
Lady Sanderline smiledd softly to the young man as she walked into the house. By first impression, he couldn't of been any older than thirteen, fourteen at least. He seemed way to young. Wasn't there such a thing called child labor laws? She shrugged it off for a moment and looked at the boy, her moonlight eyes scanning him for any defects. Fom what she saw, he as very well put togeather. Personality wise at least. "Yes, I am Ms. Cameron. And you are?" She asked with her polite' adult' voice. She wasn't going to treat this kid like he was. Afterall, if he was old enough to work, he was old enough to carry the responsability of being an adult so he must be an adult. So far, everything ont he sinside of the place looked a lot different contrast wise to te outside.Theo tuside looked dead, the inside looked brand new. Thats what confused the living hell out of her somtimes. People can let the outside of their house go, but they must keep the inside up. Thats probably why they're hiring maids. They're too damn lazy to do things for themselves. She sighed half heartedly. She just didn't understand people entirely at sometimes.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:16 pm
The boy closed the door soflty, and looked at her as she asked for his name. Standing up straight he began to talk.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself when I answered the door..." His voice trailed off softly. "My name is Allen Walker."
He held out his hand in a greeting. "Nice to meet you."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:24 pm
Sanderline laughed and shook the little kids hand. "Cute name." She said wth a smile. He seemd too cute to live here, to work here, to be chained to the walls by opression. She sighed once again and looked at the boy. "Where't he little feller that runs this place?" Oh boy, she wanted to make a comment about that one but she decided to keep her comments to herself untill she met such a fellow. She had some questions, and comcents for him. Afterall, who hires a full time maid and then says they're not allowed to leave? That wasn't very nice at all, in her aspect. Once again,her eyes started to gaze over everything in the hallway that the two where in. She liked to make mental notes of everything, just incase she needed to run. It was a bad habit that would end up killng her one day. Or better yet, it would save her. She wasn't sure. It hasn't come in handy, yet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:34 pm
"Ah, Thank you." He smiled then looked down one of the hallways; smile fading. "He's probably in his room- Ah' But I would wait until he came out. He doesn't like people going into his room." His voice almost had a shake to it, like he had secretively seen something that he shouldn't have.
Allen hid that quite well though.
"I can take you to the living room if you wish."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:43 pm
Sanderline nodded in agreement. "I'd go in his room. But then again, thats just me." She shrugged her shoulders back and picked a hallway to walk aimlessly down. It seemed pretty elegant. Pictures of random people and various things where haning everywhere. It was kinda scary, considering the fact that this place was owned by all males. She shrugged her shoulders once again. She came to a mental agreement that all the males in the house where gay. If not, then there was no need for this many pictures on the wall. "Living room sounds alright. So what do you do here, kiddo?" God, she haded that name. Kiddo. It reminded her so much of her parents. No matter how adult she got, they always called her that.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:52 pm
A seventeen year old girl with tan skin, dark green eyes and short black hair, styled in a very punkish way and vibrant red highlights walks towards the mansion. She was wearing a black hoodie with black armwarmers underneath her sleeves, also she was wearing a pair of very baggy pants with silver and black crossed belts. On the bottom parts of the pants it was designed with blue and green lines that flared out a bit, covering most of her combat boots. She made her way up the trail, and while doing so she looks at the mansion that was going to be her new home.
'Looks like something you would see in a movie, or read in a book, these cliche mansions where supposively something scary happens in it.' She mused to herself in her mind.
A few minutes later she finally arrived at the door. She quickly glances her eyes around, noticing the fine design of the door and gives a small whistle.
"Damn....these people are flipping loaded." She said to herself in a soft whisper, then raises up her left arm, knocking on the door as she awaits the response.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 10:01 pm
He walked beside her, paying no mind to the decorations. He had seen them all for the longest time. He could bet you that if someone shuffled them all up, he could place them back in order with no mistakes.
"I Help the masters out. I wake them and take them breakfast among other things."
Allen nodded a bit. "Yep, that's my job."
He led her to an open room with furniture. "Here's the living room. I'll go find the head master."
He paused "I'll probably see you around, but be careful, alright?"
With that, he strolled to a door and headed down another hallway.
((And I should probably get to bed, I have an exam tomorrow.))
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