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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 11:28 pm
Journal Entry 01 ~ Selior
The werewolf stared at the book infront of him, face shrouded in the darkness. The rain pounded against the old mansion, which stood there unflinching in the weather but still had a certain ricketyness to it due to it's misuse over the years.
What the creature, should he be so real as to consider himself that, had been through in the past few moments was something quite remarkable. Last he remembered, he was about to enter the ring....
"Seli, you ain't listenin'." The human said, smirking confidently. He was leaning against the door that led down into the pit, blocking Selior's path. "Move." The battle ready werewolf commanded, though his voice was jovial considering he was about to go kill something.
"Now c'mon Seli! Non' of us want anythin' to happen to you. Now I know ya'think Marcus want's ya dead, but he want's what we all want! Entertainment!" The human continued, his smirk broadening.
"'course. When did I complain? Move, you little tick." Selior commanded again. He placed his hand over the human's face and pulled him off the door, pushing him to the side like a little bug he was flicking off his arm.
He went through the barricaded door, and continued the descent into the pit below. The way was broad, wide enough for the various forms of wonderous creatures to past.. but it had a sort of claushtraphobia to it none the less. As he got closer to the arena, the smell became foul and the air heavy and thick.
Shadows covered him as he entered the open area. So dark, deep below the tavern of spectators above, his face was shrouded again. All that remained was the ocassional glimmer of golden, woflish eyes that focused intensely on the one waiting for him.
... and then he was here. A mansion, but first it was a room. A silly, eccentric little place with more art on the door than he had ever seen in his entire life... and of course, the bewildered woman. She was even stranger, perhaps.. but weak, which makes things easy. At that notion he smirked, a glimmer of over sharpened teeth through the darkness.
She was an android, she told him, a creature not entirely human any longer. She had an eye that glowed and another that was brown. Mostly normal looking enough if you asked him, he had certainly seemed stranger to her. Even so, she had a sort of mechanical power he was, at first, wary of. This was something she dismissed quickly with a submissive attitude right when he had appeared. She told him what she knew, with only a little threatening.. and then he told her to get out.
This place, curse or blessing, was his. The adrenaline from his anticipated battle still pumping through him, he exhaled slowly as his chest trembled, trying to steady himself.
He looked up at the room he had found.. magnficient room. He looked up at a portrait on the wall, an image of a lithe man with dark hair and a trimmed beard. He looked meek physically but had a certain power to him, even in just a painting. Selior smiled. This room, It would be his, whether or not it already belonged to someone else.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:27 pm
Jezebel made a damn quick job of doing what she had done, once she'd gotten back to her room and found her pen. She wrote something, quickly 'sealed' it in her own way, and then snuck to Rinter's room.
It wasn't that she cared about the guy, but she was a girl. And girls usually are more in tune with their feelings. Especially feelings of guilt. She wasn't guilty about what she did, no. What got her was that he had blubbered about it. If he'd have left her alone, she'd've been fine. But nooo. Guilt reared it's ugly head.
She walked to the door, and bit her lip, looking for any slit whatsoever in the door. Finding one, she slid the folded up slip of paper in the door, and then left before she could be discovered. No doubt he had some sort of robot watching the door, but even then, only he'd see.
The note, upon opening, read...
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:50 am
Further exploration of the mansion.. (Seli posty 2)!
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:03 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:04 am
Coming to Theatre // Open~ > Ends at the EARLIEST Feb 22nd, at 12pm PCT.
Muse seems to enjoy spending her free time in the ready-room, the makeshift storage room for all the masks we have been finding. She ocassionaly gets one of her 'feelings' about a mask and seperates the thing with a note attached, describing her 'feeling.' Eh, what can we say, so far she's been right...
Current number of available 'premade' Inspired characters: 1/8 Briar Rose
This mask itself is delicate, and a soft rose color. It is from a rennisance era, and of a formal, upperclass. One hears the sounds of a river, a soft stream, and the murmurs of servants. Visions of great beauty flood the mind; art, nature, gardens - things catered to the upperclass.. and just as quickly, visions of poverty flood the mind. The senses of great, hidden and/or magical power are attached to this mask, aswell as a feeling of restraint, guilt, honesty and muted sarcasm.
The woman is somewhat ethereal, wearing saturated and soft rose colors. She has upon her a white veil. She isn't the main character, but plays a victim role in the story.
||| Applying:
If one of the above characters catches your imagination, use the form below and send your application to Selior. Note that you are not filling out the actor's information, you are filling out information on the character the actor is playing and will become! They are, as Xannie says, basically insane people 100% sure they are the characters they were playing in a play.
You do not need to fill out the form perfectly, some typos are okay, you aren't sending in a resume to Nasa. This is a very easygoing shop and we would rather have a dozen good apps that show off your personality and rp style than one huge, perfect application. We like to give characters to runners up, too. smile
Oh, and they cost nothing. Except your love. <3.||| Premade Form
[x] - An Example of a Premade Application if you're interested/confused/etc. <3
This is the form/prompt you will use for applying for a premade character in the post above.
Username or "Owner's" Name:
"Name" of Character applying for:
What would you name the character?:
Tell us about where the character is from/a bit about the play they are in/etc: I.E. This is basically like the traditional 'background' section in concept threads. Tell us what you think the characters background should be like, you don't have to have it hammered out to finalized perfection, though.
Tell us about the character's personality, and maybe even a bit about the actor: I.E. Tell us about some of the characters skills/imperfections/attitudes. If you're going to get into information about the actor, keep it light, actors are generally not cared about. (;
Finally, show us some of your roleplay finesse. RP a moment in the character's life, (or if you prefer, a moment in the play the character is from), but keep it semi-short: I.E. The first thing that comes to mind! Expand on some of the information given to you about the character in the post above, roleplay out feelings or sights and sences. Roleplay out their entrance onto the stage, or if you already have more formed ideas in your head, roleplay out a short part of a significant moment in the character's 'life.'
|| All forms are to be sent to Selior.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:05 am
Rinter having a brain lapse/breakdown.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:06 am
Seli trying to shift again ;D~
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:07 am
Selior being able to shift fully !@
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:09 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:10 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 10:11 am
Journal Entry 09 - Muse
Muse sighed heavily as she slammed shut the door to her gigantic room. She leaned against the door, a look of exhaust and an unusual glimmer of depression on her generally cheerful face. A few moments passed like this, her leaning there with her eyes closed looking quite morbid all of a sudden.. and then she opened her eyes and her normal glimmer of happiness returned.
There was a fiddle on her bed, a peculiar looking thing with her trademark color all over it. Infact it was so very personafied for her one might wonder if she haden't made it herself. The mute walked to it quickly and picked it up, finding a place in the middle of her floor she sat and got comfortable.
They didn't understand her, none of them.. Selior could read her mind more often then not, Gwydion seemed to be able to do it quite literally and the others got her gestures better than she could have hoped for but. Well, she still coulden't talk. And for all she remembered she was always perfectly content with this disability but for some reason, lately, she had begun to resent it. No voice.. which ment, not just only no speaking to others but no music made soley from herself.
She gripped the fiddle's neck tightly and lifted it up into the proper playing position. Eyes closed again, she strung a few odd notes on the thing and cringed. Opening her eyes slowly, and looking quite content, she began to play again.
The song she played began simply enough, infact a rather popular song she had picked off a movie she saw the other night while up late. [x] Not long into the song, however, an entire orchestra was ment to chime in and begin a powerful chorus of orchestrated noises.
As she continued to play, reaching said point in the song, her distant smile grew wider. The instrument began to radiate a teal color, same to the ones tattoo'ed all over her body in simplistic little designs. For her, the rest of the room faded out, and the sounds of dozens of other instruments, all seeming to originate from her and her instrument, fell into the song perfectly.
What's more, tword the end of the song, a voice became heard just barely over the raging instruments. An ethereal, inhuman voice perfect for the singing and perhaps sounding good for nothing else, it was very feminine.. only to be accompanied quickly by a second, simmilar voice only masculine in nature.
It became a private orchestra of one and for one person, masterfully conducted at that.. if Muse had any 'special abilities' as a few of the others seemed to posess, this was it. She coulden't talk... but she could certainly make noise!
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