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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 1:51 pm
I'd like to if there is someone to RP with.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 2:45 pm
Krystal-unicorn I'd like to if there is someone to RP with. I'm still here :3
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 5:01 pm
username:Grand Puuba character name: Raurick Blud age: 21 race: Vampire family: unknown slave/master: Vivi Belen occupation: Slave personality: Dark and brooding, he will only speak to the master or other vampires. He rarely speaks to any other race unless given something of value. collar color(s): Black, Red keachain(s): Moon, Fire likes: Blood, Chocolate, Moonlight dislikes: Medicine, Vanilla, Sunlight weapons/powers: Can manipulate fire, and has proven handy with a longsword. weaknesses: Can't stand in sunlight or be exposed to water or becomes physically weak and powerless. history: It's widely accepted that Raurick killed his entire family and fled into the night. The fact that he was taken in is highly questioned by anyone who sees or visits. He's a notorious trouble maker, but will never harm women under any circumstances. description: 
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 5:05 pm
"WHERE IS MY FOOD?!" Raurick bellowed as he pounded against the walls of his cell. In daylight he was confined, unable to work until the sun rested. But right now, he was hungry and he wasn't going to let anyone go easily. He cursed his luck at being caught and slammed the walls yet again, growling as they bowed out slightly at the impact. "WHERE IS MY FOOD?! BRING ME MY BLOOD!!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 5:43 pm
Sorry for the wait but here are my characters: username:Krystal-unicorn
character name:Skara
age:17
race:Elf
family:none
slave/master:Rakazi
occupation:slave
personality:shy, usually calm, very stubborn, caring
collar color(s):blue, green
keachain(s) surprised pen book, heart (usually), animal, rose
likes:to cook
dislikes surprised ther slaves being tortured
weapons/powers:able to turn liquids into ice and manipulate both liquids and ice, heals quickly from injuries
weaknesses:cares about other people
history:Abandoned by her parents when she was two, she got picked up by a human couple. Treated like a slave she got beaten if anything was in the least bit out of place. As she got older she started to develop a stubborn side. She was sold to Rakazi when they got utterly annoyed with her. She is now helping Vivi Belen.
description: username:Krystal-unicorn
character name:Rakazi
age:19
race:human
family:demons he hardly ever sees
slave/master:Skara
occupation:slave owner
personality::Can be kind if he wants to be, calm
likes:toying with his slaves' emotions
dislikes surprised ther people harming his slaves
weapons/powers:able to heal himself and others, good with swords and bows
weaknesses:secretly wants someone to truly like him
history:Rakazi was raised by a couple of demons, most of the time left alone with their slaves he found ways to entertain himself with them. As he grew older he realized that, to him it was funner to play with their emotions than it was to hurt them physically. He developed a little bit of a kind side by acting nice and earning the trust of his slaves. Still it wasn't long after he did this that he would start beating them.
description: 
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 5:59 pm
Skara
Skara's ears perked up as she heard Raurick bellowing from his cell. She moved about quickly trying to remember where they said the blood for him was. It only took her a couple of minutes to find it. She poured some into a glass and raced down the stairs, careful to make sure it wouldn't spill. She walked the rest of the way to Raurick's cage and held out the blood through the cage bars for him to take. She looked at him, giving him a hopeful smile.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:08 pm
((I'll join too if it's still alive. Maybe we can bring it back.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 6:18 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 7:38 pm
I'll try to get on with the time school doesn't eat up.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:44 pm
heylookitsmrvolcano I'll try to get on with the time school doesn't eat up. Okay blaugh I know how that is 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:32 am
Krystal-unicorn
Skara
Skara's ears perked up as she heard Raurick bellowing from his cell. She moved about quickly trying to remember where they said the blood for him was. It only took her a couple of minutes to find it. She poured some into a glass and raced down the stairs, careful to make sure it wouldn't spill. She walked the rest of the way to Raurick's cage and held out the blood through the cage bars for him to take. She looked at him, giving him a hopeful smile.
Raurick stopped slamming the walls as he saw the glass of blood presented. His eyes became soft and he looked at the ground as if ashamed of himself. Carefully taking the glass from her, he drained it's contents and handed it back. "My apologies... for my manner..." He muttered audibly as he turned away and rested in the darker corner of his cell.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 4:17 am
Skara
Skara smiled happily as he took the glass. "It's alright," she answered. She sat down, setting the glass next to her. She hadn't been told anything else to do and wondered if she could talk to him. "What is your name?" She asked.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:14 am
For some reason he felt he could trust this woman, despite the fact she didn't smell of vampiric nature. "Raurick..." He answered awkwardly, still unsure of how much he could really trust her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:53 pm
Skara
"Hello Raurick," She smiled, seeming overly ecstatic for just getting him to talk to her. She could sense his distrust, though she was pretty used to it, after all she didn't wear any chains or anything to inhibit her in any way, one might think she didn't mind being a slave. "You didn't hurt yourself did you?" She asked, recalling how he had been hitting the walls before, her manner changing into one of concern.
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