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No, it was pretty clear. You don't want to hit the reader over the head, either! If you picked up a book and the opening line was MY CHARACTER IS A VAMPIRE., you'd put it right back. xd

I've only ever wanted to burn one book, the first book of the Gap series by Steven R. Donaldson.

im kinda brain dead today so im not posting today. probably tommorow though.

A swirling mass of blackened clouds begin to form in the twilight skies. A foreboding omen of the pure evil and darkness she now stood to face. In a brilliant flash of crimson red lightning he appeared. This dark figure wrapped in legend and mythology, the dark demon who sought to overturn the peaceful planet of Mercia. She grit her teeth slightly, enamel becoming minutely scarred from the pressure.

She readied her Kunai blades and stood strong in a defensive stance. But this black shadowed man did not make any advancement of attack. He merely stood there, a dark scowl and half-smirk upon his visage. He turned Eastward, staring out into the sea which began to toss and crash into itself with the building storm. A black mist-like aura had begun emanating from the figure, taking the form of two demonic wings engulfed in cloud. He glanced over at Shaela, his expression unchanged. He spoke;

"So here you stand, devout to the light, persistent and determined unlike any vanguard before you."

His words had a faint echo, a twisted demonic effluence of speech ripe in darkness.

"Tsk.. you're pathetic Shaela. Do you really think that you can succeed where countless generations of your vile kind have failed?"

Sharp words, piercing like daggers. Enough to make anyone crumble in doubt and self-pity, but Shaela stood strong. Speaking nary a word, only waiting for the Dark Lord to finish his droning taunt and engage the battle.

"Pity.. won't even humor me with an answer hmm? Fine, if this is how you wish it to be, I shant disappoint."

The aura around him shifted from wings to a darkened blade, a weapon fitting of the God of Destruction. He threw away his cloak and made ready his attack.

"You may have bested my Apostles, but like your wench of a mother before you, you shall fall by my blade!"

Shaela tilted her head slightly, her eyes never losing sight of her foe. A thunderous roar boomed through the blackened sky as more crimson lightning struck. Harrowing winds blew and the waters around the tiny island they stood upon crashed against the sandy shore. The Dark Lord lunged forward, his blade sparking against the dual Kunai, Shaela's favored weapon.

He recoiled and lunged again, a forward thrust of his shadowy blade. Narrowly missing the thigh of the heroine Shaela. She swung her weapon true, but instead of feeling a reverberation of striking flesh her blade merely phased through his shadowed form...

"Are you so weak you resort to cheap parlor tricks?"

Shaela finally spoke, a taunt, though not as elegant or sophisticated as the Dark Lord's speech. His reaction was only a mere snicker as he lunged again. The sounds of clashing metal would echo out from the island and fade away in the crashing waves of the raging sea for what would feel like eternity to the embattled Shaela.

heck that was great XD lol so was the other guys lol mine isn't all that great XD lol but yes,i will(NOT)sue you for that lol you did good

Honey hummed lightly as her dark eyes surveyed the even darker room. The pistol glowed a dim gray in the soft light drifting down from the holes in the ceiling. Her soft brown hair drifted behind her and her bare feet tapped along the floorboards as she saw a humanoid shape sprint across her line of vision.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The sound of the bullets being fired echoed in the large room. Honey paused, the gun smoking in her right hand.

Melon was that humanoid figure that had padded across Honey's vision. His fluffy red fox tail swished in the dark and his ears, easily twice the size of his head, swiveled in Honey's direction when he heard her feet tapping across the wooden floor. When the gun was fired, Melon instantly reacted to the first and second shots, but the third bullet lodged itself in his leg. Melon's mouth opened itself in a silent cry of pain.

Clack

Honey put down the remote and turned to glare at Othello. "You said there weren't any cameras in that place!" she said coldly and Othello winced.

"Sorry, girl. I swear there wasn't!" he protested, but Honey continued to glower at him. "Augh - please don - " He was cut off when Honey removed her gun from her belt and pressed it to Othello's temple. Honey worked her fingers around the side and unlocked the safety. She placed a polished finger on the trigger.

"Othello, you've messed up for the last time. You know how hard I've been working on getting the damn fox and now CNN has that video. You've caused enough trouble for me," Honey growled and Othello's eyes widened in a silent plea for mercy. Honey gripped the gun and her finger contracted on the trigger.

Bam!

Othello slumped over, the bullet lodged in the wall behind him, a gaping hole torn in his skull. The blood seeped out onto the couch and Honey stood up and kicked his lifeless body onto the floor. She sighed and walked away.

She dug around in her pocket for her ringing cell phone. When she fished it out, she flipped it open. "What's up?" she drawled. "No? Okay ... When are they coming? ... You don't? You're as useless as Othello! I need to get Melon and me out of here. ... Well, you need to find out, idiot! And get Rochelle to come over here. I need Othello's corpse taken out. Alright. Bye," she hung up. Damn ... FBI's coming ... she thought.

She exited the room. In the next room that she entered was a small cage with a padlock on it. Melon slept inside of the metal cage, his ears twitching and tail swishing comfortably. Honey kicked the cage violently and Melon jumped, baring his teeth at the young woman. "Okay, fox. We're leaving," she said and opened the cage. She snatch his leash off of the top of the cage and attached it to his collar. "Good boy. You're getting better at this, ne?" she said in a low voice and Melon growled at her. "Okay. Let's go."

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Okay, I'm done~! What did you think? I usually post this long ... or longer.

Here goes. Have never rped on Gaia before, but I have on other forums.
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The sounds of a carnival carried across the small river, a testament to the happy times the Renaissance had generated throughout Europe. However, on this sunny, joyful day, not all was well. In the shadowy, dust-covered alleyways, a silhouette moved just out of sight, headed towards the riverside. All that was left to tell of his passing through were shallow footprints left on the unswept alley floors. That, and the quiet sound of a royal blue cape brushing against a black satin tunic. Stopping for a moment, a gloved hand made its way to the wide-brimmed feathered cap resting on top of the man's long, brown, curly hair. A sigh escaped the shadow's lips and, scratching his short beard, he made his way into the sunlight, melting into the passing crowds.
Arthur Grant, a Baron, was expected to be arriving shortly. Or at least, that's what the dispatch had told him. A small, squirrely looking boy, the messenger was. Stuttered a bit, too. Removing himself from the river of bodies, the man found a safe haven at the railing of a bridge stretching across the river. Dark green eyes picking through the passersby, another sigh slipped out.

"There you are, Leo! Or is that even your real name?" It wasn't his real name, but his clients didn't need to know that. Turning to meet the approaching Baron, Leo smiled politely and removed his hat, bowing. The Baron seemed like most nobles: fat, pasty with a lot of makeup, and dressed in clothes worth more than most commoners' homes. "I trust you received my message?"

"Of course. I am here, am I not?" Gravelly and quiet would be the way to describe Leo's voice. The kind that seemed a whisper, but could carry across a noisy room.

"That you are, dear fellow. Now, about this whole money business..."

"I do not care to discuss business in plain view of strangers." Another polite smile. Arthur reddened slightly, patting his sweaty face with a kerchief from his vest pocket.

"I understand, unfortunately." Retrieving a small folded piece of paper from within the folds of his cape, the Baron thrust it into Leo's hands. "This has all of the information. I hope this is the last time we meet." Turning, the fat noble pushed his way into the crowd and disappeared.

Xavier Aehrenthal - 1000 marks

Beneath the name was a small sketch of the target. Kind of an ugly guy, at least by Leo's standards. This would be an easy kill.
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Continued since I just got back from work.
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A small smile crept across Leo's face. Aehrenthal was a big name, an important one. And Xavier was reputed as a dangerous man, one few would ever cross. But the assassin disliked easy marks, he preferred the difficult ones. His secret vaults beneath his humble villa in a small town outside Vienna were full of artifacts and things wealthy people own, so he had no need of the money. It was the test of skill, the scent of danger, that drew him to continue in his "field of study", if you will. Nothing worth having ever came easy. Information was needed, not of Xavier himself, but of his whereabouts. He knew just the place, a small, questionable tavern on the dark side of town. It just so happened that that side of town was closest to the Aehrenthal chateau. Leo made his way into the streets, footsteps carrying him towards 'The Black Dragon'.
Leo hadn't always been a killer, and his name hadn't always been Leo. The name given to him at birth was Lucius Revise, a son of a lesser noble residing in Paris at the time. Lucius had grown into a striking young man and, at the age of 16, was promised a marriage to the daughter of the Governor of Paris. Her name was Elizabeth Touliere and she was, as the young men were wont to say, a fine catch. A fine catch, indeed. She, too, was 16, and wasn't just beautiful on the outside. She was a woman of intellect and personality and had caught the eye of nearly every man, old and young, who ever crossed her path. But she loved Lucius alone. They had met at a ball her father had held and Lucius, being the womanizer he was, immediately set his sights on Elizabeth. However, after the first exchange of words and polite flirting, Lucius was already falling for her. And she was falling for him.
Married, they began a passionate and loving relationship. One to spite the gods, they told themselves. On his 18th birthday, Lucius was given permission to join his Uncle's trading company so he could begin providing for himself and his wife and newborn son, Charles. His first charge was quite a lucrative one: to try and open a trading post in far China where silks and riches abounded. Kissing his wife and son good bye, he left, ambitious and full of dreams. However, as all tragedies go, he met misfortune early on. He and his shipmates were beset by Chinese pirates and eventually fell prey to one of the most powerful men in the region, Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan had the strange habit of converting his prisoners to become part of his crew with his quick tongue and deep philosophic nature. Lucius, being the impressionable young man he was, was quickly enticed by Shen's promises of fortune and power and pledged himself to the pirate's ideals. All of the men were told to learn how to fight with any weapon they could find as that skill only would keep them alive in the heat of battle. Lucius took quickly to most everything he tried to learn and was soon noticed by his superiors as one of the best fighters aboard Shen's four ships. The young merchant-turned-pirate was soon promoted to something like First Mate aboard his ship, 'The Silver Blade'. Two years passed in the Chinese waters and Lucius began to change from a young, careless man into a mature and knowledgeable adult. He began to make a name for himself.
And, as all tragedies full of misfortune go, it all fell apart. Docked in Shanghai for provisions and a break from months on the water, a rival gang set fire to the ships and ambushed Shen, slaughtering everyone from the crew. Lucius had taken leave to use the restroom and escaped the bloodbath, slipping into the night on a stolen rowboat. Catching rides on this ship and that, he eventually found his way back to France and Elizabeth whom, despite his adventures and growing fame, he had missed every day he was gone. He found her remarried to a man of more power than he and his father dead the year before of cancer. His home was gone and, along with it, all of the family's money and influence. Cursing the gods and their will, he made his way to Italy and found his way into the killing business, since killing was what he had always done best.
Snapping out of his reminiscing, Leo found himself at the door to the tavern. He nodded inwardly and entered, taking a seat at the bar and ordering a small glass of whiskey. He slipped off his gloves and sighed, looking around the room for a likely informed individual.
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Haven't written in a while so I'm a bit rusty. Have at it.