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 Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 2:42 pm
 [.Name of Nightmare.]
Bauh'eim
[.Fear.]
Dogs
[.Home.]
Beastia
[.NM's Personality.]
Vicious and chaotic, his 'game' is to completely torment his human counterpart; mentally, physically, and spirtually. He finds enjoyment in seeing her squirm, and loves it when shes tries to 'fight back' but fails. Often times Bauh'eim will come up with cruel plots to mess with what's left of her sanity.
Though despite this, there is some twisted urge to 'protect' his human counterpart, or at least as protective as a lion defending its kill. She is not worth the thought of being alive, and Bauh'eim will keep any and everything away from HIS 'kill'.
[.Name of Human.]
Ropin N. Riden
[.Human's History.]
Ropin has grown up living in a bad town, where the crime rate was high, and if you wanted to survive you had to fight for it day in and day out. Though she herself had it easy for most of her life, for her older brother would keep her out of trouble and away from harm. About a year ago he had passed away from heart failure after having medical trouble from the day he was born. That alone had taken alot away from Ropin, and since then she has learned to fend for herself in a world where cruelty and crime went hand in hand with the dawn and dusk.
Recently, Ropin had been attacked by 'stray' dogs that have been seen roaming around the area. Just before that the police had come up with an official report for her brother's death, saying that after heavy investigation, it was determined that his heart failure was due to trama caused by a dog attack. With that fresh in her mind, Ropin snapped and turned violent. After a near attack on a local police officer, it had been determined that she was mentally insane, and by order of the judge was admitted into the 'hospital', commonly known as the insane asylm, in hopes of finding her the help she needed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 2:43 pm
 - *coughs* Well my tasty little treats... I mean friends, looks like you just stumbled upon Bauh'eim's journal! -
- So how's it feel to be a snack for da Ropin? JK <.<... >.> but feel free to lurk and read, just don't post unless I give the okay. -
-Well basically I'll be using this journal for some random rp's of mine and keeping track of my Nightmare's development. -
Ps: Da Ropin is crazeh... neva forget dat foo!
[.Inside the plot- er, I mean contents!.]
My nightmare and basic Info.
Contents A Few Extra Details
[The rest are going to be PRP's and RP's in general.]
In-Guild RPs
ORP Beastia - 5 posts
Beastia (Dank places and flowing mud) - 6 posts
Pan's Raid - 4 posts
Journal - 1 post
Total - 16 posts
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:17 pm
 [.Name.]
Ropin N. Riden
[.Age.]
21
[.Gender.]
Female
[.Height.]
5ft 7in
[.Weight.]
130 lbs
[.Likes.]
Ropin perfers doing mostly nothing all the time. As long as she doesn't have to use any energy, she's good. One of her favorite past-times includes starring up at the clouds and pretending to sleep while listening in on other's conversations.
[.Dislikes.]
One of her greatest dislikes are bullies. Not much of the cowering type, Ropin will gladly show 'em a thing or two with either wits or fists. It all depends on how the situation goes.
[.Personality.]
In normality, Ropin was a silent observer, keeping to herself mostly and not really caring about the things that went on around her. But with the recent events, the perfect word for Ropin would have to be... paranoid.
[.Appearance.]
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:21 pm
 Readily accepted with a dull smack against its heavily padded interior, the tiny room began to echo with the taunting thud for what seemed like hours on end. Harsh and unwavering, the noise pressed itself further upon quaking ears, nearly ringing in agony until it faded. The slumped figure on the ground, restrained and lifeless, stirred with this new found 'freedom' from the chaos. Stiffly and hesitantly at first, a heavy head was lifted to peer at the bland room, white in color and padded up to the ceiling. Dazed to the point of no realization to the events beyond the padded room, seemingly hallow blue orbs darted from side to side in a new found panic.Catching the break between the padded walls, the icy blue eyes grew in a wild plight against the confusion. And there it stood. Poissed as if ready to strike, and looming over all else, the figure blocked the only exit out of the padded hell of blinding white color. Carefully the icy glow that held a hallowed soul at bay, sized up this potential obsticle, and when the body willed itself to move, it was quickly discovered that asides from twisting and moving at the legs, that movement of the arms was restrained and useless.This made the clouded mind angry in fright, a terrible anger that whispered of a sweet release in one violent fell swoop upon the monster blocking the door. Then something bewildering happened. It spoke to her in some foriegn tongue, coazing and threatening at the same time. In the near drunken haze of those icy crystaline blue eyes, not a word was understood.
"Now calm down Miss, ain't nobody here gonna hurt ya. If ya just stays calm. Yuh been here for a week now, and if ya don't start behavin like a young lady, what am I gonna have to tell dat there judge? You wanna see your family again, right? They miss ya awfully bad, and ders no way I'm tellin another family their kid has to be kept here longer then then judge suggested..." the voice trailed off a bit, but the heavy southern accent still echoed against the padded walls. With a heavy sigh the man rubbed his temples and turned to leave, mumbling about the injustices of the world and how such thing had to happen to such a fine young lady as patient # 103. "G'night now Miss Ropin", he spoke as he turned his heavy frame upon the door to shut it gently; the resentment towards his job fully exposed in hardened eyes.
A sorry mistake. That was the only thought that happened to cross the clouded mind as a back was turned to her. By now Ropin had gained more control over body, and though her arms were restrained by the sleeves of a heavy jacket, her legs were perfectly functionable. Get out, was the only urging thought to escape the hazy mind, and without further prompting was put into action. Ropin balanced forward from her position on the ground and in a stumbling attempt to catch herself, made a quick lunge forward. She wasn't a heavy girl, but had grown up in a rough part of town and was primal in the use of her body and the force it created. Her movement was rash and raw, but as the doctor turned to shur the door she caught his chin against her hard shoulder. She didn't look back after hearing a sickening crunch, and didn't stop to think about what might have happened. Her thoughts were scattered and distraut due to the drugs they had her on, the only thing keeping her movement up was the desire to escape, the savage urge to flee and never look back. After leaving hearing nothing but her own shuffling feet fighting to in the mad staggering flight from the confusion, the silence of the place began to get under her skin and gnaw at her sanity.
Quickly her faultering steps took her through the cordoor, and the little balance she had while running was only made worse by the fact her arms were bound by the stitched white jacket that held them at her sides. Ropin's thoughts were shot, and a deep confusion insued all possible explanations of this place and how she had gotten here. All except for one urge. Run and get away. It was while she passed yet another door, one with a clear glass that seperated herself and whatever was inside, did she finally stumble over her own loss of direction. In a heap and unable to clear her mind, Ropin stayed down on the ground, earlier thoughts of running far from her concious. Then a loud smack jerked her head up, and there her blue orbs found those of a wide rimmed white. There crouching against the other side of the glass was a man, a creature of a man who too had no concious thoughts of sanity. From beyond the glass Ropin heard a low and uneven growling, one that made her skin crawl. Trying to gather herself enough to back away from the growling creature, she found that it only prompted him to smack the glass again, before completely breaking down into a poor imitation of a dog's bark. Hearing this, as cloudy as her mind was, Ropin stiffened and struggled to get to her feet, unable to shift and rock back to her balance. The one thing that probbed her mind now was an undeniable fear, a realization that her body quaking in an attempt to get away. With her struggle the barking continued, and as she slipped her gaze forward towards it, the eyes had seemed to change completely. They mirrored her crystaline blue orbs, but no long the wide rimmed shards of sanity she had remembered seeing before. No, these eyes completely different. They beckoned an invitation of humor, probing further against the outer shell of the girl's concious, and the barking did not cease. Ropin did not hear the footsteps running towards her, and when a pair of arms grabbed her in an urge to drag her away, she did not fight back. To get away from the barking creature, she would allow herself to be dragged back to the place of horrors and nightmares.
A padded room from floor to ceiling.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 6:47 pm
On the occasion, a terror of a pup had taken to calling his little game into his own reality, the nightmarish land of which he lived. Of course at the moment he lay bored upon his belly, full from his last feeding, and completely at... unease. He needed to feel his existance again. To smell that lovely fear and witness the violent shaking just the sight of him would bring to the unfortunate woman. It was quite near entoxicating! Getting a chill to run up and down his spine, the psychotic quickly lifted his muzzle to the air and let loose a wild cry that soon turned into a vibrating howl of the soulless. Without even moving an inch, and by a practiced, yet still strained, effort he had brought a lump of worthless flesh before his paws. Of course, upon seeing it stir just a few inches from his paws, Bauh'eim's crystaline blue eyes became rimmed in a morbid white excitement. "Hello worthless one", he cooed in a half snarle that bared dripping ivory fangs.It wasn't her first time being in this plain of existance, and after awhile Ropin had begun to figure it out. Wake up, she demanded fiercly to herself, hoping that she would be gone before anything could happen. But the voice made her freeze up and curl towards the ground. "Don't look at him... don't look at him... don't look at-"Him?" Bauh'eim finished with a sadistic laughter, gazing at the pathetic heap of flesh before him. He was feeling a bit lazy at the moment, but that didn't stop him from placing a paw onto her arm, since it was merely a few inches from himself. At first he just let it rest there, allowing her quaking body to pulsate up to himself, before his maw curled up into a nasty grin. Without warning he put more pressure onto the arm and in response she almost jerked it away. In an instant he was on his paws, fur bristling dangerously as his weight dug the claws into the struggling arm. "Idiot human! Stay still!" his bark rang merely an inch from her ear, despite getting the response he had wanted when she pulled away. He would have fun tormenting and confusing her tonight, for those wonderful drugs kept her asleep for hours on end despite what all happened in the realm of nightmares.Jerking heavily as her skin was pierced Ropin did her best to stay still, but all her body wanted to do was run and run like the devil himself was chasing her. Though really, to her, that's what it would seem like, for Bauh'eim would surely chase her down till the end. She didn't like having his deadly maw so close to her face, nor feeling his breath against her volunerable neck. Undeniably her heart paced itself with an eratic thud of panic, she had to get out of here, she had to get away from the devil dog! He would kill her! She knew he would! Dogs, all of them, but Bauh'eim was the worst of them! Quaking at her thoughts she woman tried to come up with something, anything. Then it happened. Bauh'eim removed the weight from her arm as he began to circle slowly like he often did, and though she dared not raise her eyes to look at him, she knew this was her only chance... of escape. As the dog made its way behind her, with her body still shaking violently against the muddy ground, Ropin thrashed her legs out towards him, hoping to make contact. She felt it! A hit! She heard the terror grunt and she scrambled to get upright without hesitation. She had done it. She'd get away this time! Slipping in the mud though, a very sharp pain slammed down into her upper calf, enclosing a leg as pain and sheared muscle cried out together. "No, let me go!" the woman cried out, frightfully kicking her leg around, and only managing to tear it away; though she knew the stunt had caused more damage to the leg then good. Desperately, and close to tears, Ropin stumbled into a poor excuse of a run.A chase is it? His voice at first was a light chuckle, but soon it turned deep and haunted the border of laughter and growl. "So be it!" he snapped, bloody jaws coming down to meet before baring blood-stained teeth. There wasn't a need to hurry, and despite how lazy he felt at first, now Bauh'eim was feeling wild and excited. White-rimmed eyes kept a good eye on her struggling form, before his paws let him loose against the muddy ground, sucking and pulling at his form. But the forest was his ally, and he knew its twists and turns by smell alone. Up ahead Ropin was struggling to even keep her footing, while Bauh'eim had a blood-lust like none other. With a monsterous snarle he lept at her exposed back, tackling her to the ground and snapping his jaws very close to her face. "Stay down!" he demanded fiercly, blood dripping from his maw and onto her cheek. Her own blood. He felt her quake again, could smell her terror like a sweet nector, and basked in it. She looked as if she were going to cry even, which would be a first for him, so he brough his face closer to hers, allowing more of his body weight to rest against her. "Is that all the fight you have left in you? I'll kill you if you let me", he whispered quietly, licking at the blood that had found its way to her cheek. That scornful grin found its way to his maw once more, and she trembled at the touch. It made him chuckle, crystaline eyes filled with a delighted laughter. His prey was so fearful, and so willing to run. It made for a fun game. She started to say something, a squeak it seemed, but he clasped his jaws down onto her exposed neck, feeling the quick metalic sensation of blood against his tongue... and then she was gone. She had woken up. He sneered in glee, knowing that she would wake up frightfully, and that tonight would not be forgotten.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:04 pm
Scruff. It was a simple sound but one that Ropin could not quite place it. Since her latest visit to the 'nightmare dog' she had kept herself from falling asleep for days on end. Such a feat, despite her continously clouded mind and the solitary padded room that offered no form of entertainment or companionship, she found to be very difficult. Not bothering to glance up, or even fix her blue-tinted sunglasses, which had slid down the base of her nose, Ropin knew what such a sound meant. They were coming.
Begining to rock back and tighten her hold around her knees, Ropin slowly turned it into a motion, a gesture of coping perhaps, but she was just trying to escape the massive headache that laced her every thought. It was like any part of her that use to be an actual living, breathing, human being had been drown out of her by the piles of pills and shots. Mental. That was term she thought they had used. Crazy? Was she crazy? Before she could begin to branch out from such a whim of thought, her mind began to pound at the base of her skull, stopping any and all thoughts that may have followed this one. From beyond the metal door, for it was the only thing in the room that wasn't padded, the footsteps began to make they're way towards her room. Towards her. Oh hell, not again. She couldn't handle this again. Not after what happened before. Not after every time she fell asleep. It wasn't right. It wasn't natural. Tightly her eyes shut and the rocking continued to grow in pace. She heard it now. The soft panting and the scruff of nails in hallway. A voice came from the outside, told her it would be alright... but she already knew.
Slowly the door was pulled open and a shock of light first struck the white walls of the room. The footsteps stopped, but the panting continued. To frightened to pull her head out from behind her knees, and too prideful to scream, she kept the motion up in hopes that this would all just go away. Then it barked. A quiet thing, a questioning thing, but it nearly had her jumping out her skin. Glancing fearfully over her shoulder towards the sound, she spotted the small beast. No more then the size of a house cat, and restrained by a tight leather leash. She started though, scrapping her heels against the floor and backing into the wall of the room. The voices came again. They told her it was alright, but she didn't believe them. It had teeth, it barked, it walked and breathed like Bauh'eim! How'd she know the name? Simple. It was burned into her mind like breathing or any other natural thought.
When the little pouch was brought closer, one step at a time, Ropin huddled and hunkered into the safety of her own straight-jacket, occasionally finding her gaze to meet that of the dogs. To an observer, it may seem as though she was getting use to the idea and was curious. Perhaps thats why the dog was allowed to advance and venture so close to her; but it was far from the truth. They couldn't see it, but her pale blue orbs were rimmed with a horrified white, brillant and shinning with thoughts of death and blood. And though she did look at the dog, and saw it face, something spectacular happened. Its eyes, childlike and hazel, turned into that merciless crystaline blue. Only then did Ropin scream. Only then did she perceave the parrels of this creature and all its worth. Whether it was her mind's eye, the lack of sleep, or the drugs; she now stared straight into the eyes of her killer. Every night. Every time she slept. Her killer would find her. When her body began to thrash in its attempt to get away, and she nearly broke her neck ramming her shoulder into the padded wall, was the dog withdrawn and the door shut.
"I don't know Jack, she seems to be getting worse by the day now, and there's no explanation as to why. It may be to late..."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 4:11 am
Swiftly and surely, percise padfalls brought the dog terror through the undergrowth of Bestia. Such a lovely day, if one could consider such a place to be lovely at all, for the canine had a certain glee sticking to his crystaline blue orbs. It was always like this on the hunt, and he knew just how it would turn out this time as well. He had confused her, herded her if you will, into running in the direction he wanted. Heh, even in a simple chase he was the boss.
Flicking a bushy tail out behind him Bauh'eim crept closer to the center point of his interest. Raising his muzzle to the air, he sniffed and tested it for that certain salty taste. Mmm, there it was. Rich and thick as always; he was getting closer.
Shifting his weight to the side, the canine slipped into the shadows of the large trees that plagued most of beasty, for once taking care not to allow his paws to be sucked into the mud. He would be quiet this time, take her by surprise, and then reek the benefits. It wasn't usually in his nature to be percise and predictive with his calculations, but the dog was begining to understand the nature of this tortured human; and made him all the more brutal in his plots against her.
Crouching down as grew closer, his crystaline gaze scanning the area around his little hiding spot, a familar sight came to him. The blue haired woman, the worthless one had given up on running and was just sitting there. Sitting there? Did she expect this? That thought angered the terror; how dare she steal his fun right from under his nose! With a heavy grunt, his lips drawing upwards to bare a row of lethal ivory teeth, Bauh'eim rose from his crouch to stalk out into the open; all the while his clawed paws scrapping at the mud in his fury. "Wothless one, tired of this are you?" The question, of course, carried none of his anger in his voice... in fact, it seemed rather concerned.
There was no answer from the woman, though her glance upwards was hopeful yet, hopeful in that sea of fear that was always there. Bauh'eim saw it, and knew the oppertunity was to great to lose. In a rather uncharacteristic movement, he went closer to the woman, his belly low and his ears back as if he may apologize. "Then just maybe-" he hesitated slightly, as if stricken with guilt. Was it working? Glancing slightly into the pale blue orbs of the woman, he spotted confusion of all things, and fear, and hope.
She had actually gone far enough to shift her weight in his presence, and flinch. This had definatly thrown her for a loop, he thought rather cheerfully. When he got closer and it seemed like she would accept his presence without retaliation... the canine made a sudden move. With teeth flashing in fury and the joy of the kill, he lunged forward, using the low belly crouch to propell him forward. In an instant his jaws were locked on to her tender flesh, and those hoarse screams once again met his ears.
It was done in an instant, she had woken up and he had his fill for the day. Satsified, Bauh'eim gave a long yawn from his bloody maw, and dropped to his belly in the mud. Such a hunt deserved a good rest after all.
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