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You are sitting in your abode when suddenly you hear a knock on your door. Rising to find out who has visited you at this late hour you open the door. Standing there is a figure shrouded in black. The figure bows before you and hands you a letter. The letter itself seems to be precious with golden gilded edges and beautifully curved writing. Suddenly a voice emanates from the letter. Each word spoken disappears from the page and soon you are left with a blank piece of precious paper. This is what you hear….

“On this night when the moon is full we are throwing the Moonlight Ball…a masquerade! Bearer of this letter you have been invited to this ball and as such are expected to attend. This ball only happens once every couple of years..and that is when the moon is full..but not just any full moon. No siree..it’s the night of the red moon. Be warned that because this is a masquerade you are to attend in costumed regalia making sure to hide your identity. If at the end of the night you choose to reveal yourself so be it. But one more warning stranger you don’t know who will attend and all manner of beasts come out to play. So watch yourself!”

This roleplay is a romance tinged with a bit of darkness. This masquerade is being held so that everyone can come together without causing any strife. Vampires and Humans dislike each other and as such are never seen in the same circles. No one knows who throws the ball and the invitees do not know who will attend as everyone conceals their identity. Therefore you can guess that these two clashing races will be there together but unknown to each other. You must be thinking that the vampires at least should be able to determine who is human but they cannot. The reason for this is that there is a strange magic in the air...magic that works only on the night of the full red moon. What will happen? Will love flourish? Or will there be bloodshed? Only you can decide…

~Rules~


-Follow the Gaia TOS
-Everything should be kept at a PG-13 level.
-No God Moding or Power Playing.
-No Cybering.
-Must be literate.
-No double posting! Unless a special situations calls for it.
-Post at least once a week, but more is highly encouraged and gets you brownie points.
-No one liners.
-For the love of God, use proper grammar and spelling!
-OOC should be noted as such, and always in ((_____))
-Multiple characters are allowed per player, but don’t neglect any of them. Pay equal attention to all your characters
-No chatspeak.
-Romance is encouraged! Duh it is a romance rp ^^
-No spamming
-PM profiles to me titled Moonlight Sonata.
-I am master of all.
-We start when I say so, so no posting before I give the go-ahead.
-Respect other players.
-And last, have fun!

I Go By: Namine De L'Cor
I have lived: Many years but looks 19
My Nature Is: Vampire but not just any. She is a Cruznik meaning she feeds on other vampires. She can also feed on humans.
I Am Like: Namine is aware of her power and beauty and uses them to the fullest extent. She can be quite friendly and doesnt really care about the animosity between her kind and humans. She is straightforward and goes for what she wants but she would never harm someone to get it..at least not to the verge of death. Namine can be flirtatious but has yet to fall for someone truly.
My Story Is: Namine is a mystery even to those of her kind. She is well known among their circles and even by humans as she is a cruznik. She feeds on vampires and humans alike. Many vampires fear her because of this and some humans secretly idolize her. They believe that she is the answer to their prayers because they think that she will devour the vampire race. Namine was not turned into a vampire. She was never human. Her existence was created after the copulation of 2 powerful vampires. She matured to the seeming age of 19 and now remains in the perfect visage of beauty as is characteristic to vampires..never getting old..forever immortal unless they meet an untimely death. It was discovered that she was a cruznik after her parents demise. They were attacked in their castle in an attempt to overthrow their rule. Her parents fought hard to protect themselves and her, but they were outnumbered. Namine being the daughter of 2 powerful beings went into a rage calling upon an impossible strength. She was found by her clansmen feeding on the bodies of the assassins who were vampires and apparently traitors of house De L' Cor. The loss of her parents was hard on her and as such she has not fallen in love, maybe because she is afraid to lose the person. Will anyone make her feel the wonder of love?
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I Go By: Alsvid
I have lived: 136 years
My Nature Is: Vampire
I Am Like: Due to the heart break in his life, Alsvid is quite distant and cold to others. He prefers to become engrossed in himself but still subconsciously searches for another immortal he can be with.
My Story Is: Ever since the last remaining member of his family died fifty years ago Alsvid has been keeping his head down. He used to enjoy the thrill of the hunt but now that he has experienced loss he can only bring himself to kill animals as he can‘t bear the thought of making others suffer the way he has. He lives in a small apartment in a vacant, dilapidated old building. He still tries to enjoy the night life and goes out regularly. But since the death of his family he has felt completely alone.
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I Go By: Victor Francis Graham
I have lived: 34 years
My Nature Is: Human
I Am Like: Passionate and Devoted, almost to the point of zealotry. While his outward appearance is cold and immune to feeling, his deeper psyche remains untapped and waiting to be unlocked. Unrelenting and unwavering, determination is his forte' and is driven to its fullest extent.
My Story Is: From the moment he had reached maturity, Victor has hunted vampires with animosity the likes of which were almost unheard of. His hatred for their kind stems from the loss of his adolescent love. This fury was not because they killed her, but rather that they had forced him to do the job himself. For when she was bitten, they both knew it was only a matter of time before she would turn. With a remorse that still permeates the air around him to this day, he drove a stake through her heart the moment she leaped for him. Now, Victor seeks to exact vengeance on all of the nocturnal souls who would put others through the same kind of torment he had experienced, no matter the cost.
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I Go By: Skyler
I have lived: 18
My Nature Is: Human
I Am Like: Wild, crazy, mean, twisted, caring, kind, sweet.
My Story Is: She lived with her father and mother and they constanly smothered her. She ended up, fearing being touched. She stopped talking when when her mother died and her father started to drink. She constanly stayed at one of her friends house just to get away from her drunk father. Now she wanders not wanting to go back home.
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I Go By:Raoul Cordoba
I have lived: 148 yrs
My Nature Is: Vampire
I Am Like:Poised, collected, famously bloodthirsty, especially when I get bored. Come closer, go on...I won't bite.
My Story Is: Only a century and already I am bored. Sadly to say, after a while one realizes that there's only so much debauchery and hedonism one can cram into a lifetime before a certain...restlessness overcomes one. This ball, grand as it appears, there has to be at least one interesting person in here.
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I Go By: Ayla Solderini De España
I have lived: 27 Years.
My Nature Is: Human.
I Am Like: Motherly and warm to those who seem "Adequite" enough to receive this rare behavior from Ayla. Other than this, she is completely withdrawn, thoughtful, soft-spoken, Sleepy, and prefers a day with her grand piano rather than any conversation.
My Story Is: Ayla always had it simple, nestled there, into the soft, beating bosom of Spain. Ayla had it made in the shade, with a vast field of Grapes, and A Winery, all of which she would inherit upon her fathers passing, seeing as how the family had no sons. However, Once she was informed that when she found a suitable Groom, she could no longer claim the vast fortune as her own; She had to turn it over to the other, the man in the family. Upon hearing this news, she quickly packed, and moved on to an undisclosed location, hoping to begin her life again, but with her pulling the strings. Wrong. She quickly found how cold and unforgiving life outside her care-free bubble was, and grew increasingly disgusted at how ugly the world had become. Due to her strong Spanish Accent, Ayla found it hard to find refuge in the town, Most of them cussing, spitting, and vomiting out racial slurs at her expense. The place where she now lived, for a meager sum of money, was the second floor of an bakery. This bakery belonged to an old Spanish couple, her "Abuela" and "Abuelo", as she liked to call them. They had found her a small-pay job working nights playing the Piano at a club in town, having heared of her history with expensive piano lessons. Her affiliation to the nightwalkers was fairly close, But not dangerously, moronically close. She kept her distance from that one, her Boss whenever she could. Ever since that night she saw him and a pretty young girl dissapearing into his back office. Ever since she peeked in curiously to find him mauling the side of her throat, Licking the blood from it. She couldnt shake that face, the one of the girl, Pale, Sad, Frightened, and Angry. As she had pried herself from the doorframe quietly, it all began to fit and click into place. The countless missing girl reports. What seemed to be a deep red lipstick that caked the Boss' Lips, the deep scratches on the back of his neck and forearms. She was in a club that was run by a Vampire.
She kept it to herself, Not wanting to lose her job, or die like any of the girls had. She pushed the memories to the back of her mind and waited for them to die.
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I Go By: Poinsettia Surgoi
I have lived: 25 years since December 15th years ago
My Nature Is: Human/Vampire
I Am Like: Shy and quiet most of the time but wishes for peace of mind before the next winters frost takes his soul to the heavens.
My Story Is: Poinsettia is in fact a male who happens to dress as a female. He wants a man, any man, who will accept him for the way he is and love him until the end. He does not have long left in his short life due to a disease eating away at him. His parents sought revenge on each other after they had Poinsettia, due not only to the fact they were both on opposite sides, human and vampire but because their treaty was broken. The human father of Poinsettia had hunted and killed a vampire & the vampire mother of Poinsettia had killed a human. The boy the two conceived was never meant to come into the world that is why he was poisoned and given his short life in the first place. His parent's were hung & destroyed for their actions, Now all the lonely boy they left behind wants is love before he leaves the world, he does not know what will save him but he knows what his last wish is. Poinsettia goes by ‘she’ never ‘he.’
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I Go By: Richter Eisenheim.
I have lived: 19.
My Nature Is: Human.
I Am Like: Eisenheim is an enigma. He comes and goes like a deathly breeze. In person, he is incredibly charming, genuine, and seductive. However, something happens to him when he engages in combat... something... inhuman.
My Story Is: Eisenheim is a great vampire hunter. Though he is young, his natural talents and skills have allowed him to excel above and beyond even the best in the field. His prefered weapon is a set of specialized claws and many tools and gadgets used to slay vampires easily. Vampires know him simply as "The Barrage".
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She stepped out of the carriage. A porter took her hand to assist her in finding the grand ballroom. With a nod of her head she let him know his services were not required. She wanted to find it on her own. Her eyes traveled to take in the beatiful structure she had entered. Its opulence was truly magnificent..more opulent than anything she had seen. She recalled the invitation she had received, the mysterious delivery man, and the voice that recited the disapearing words of the letter. Upon reaching the grand hall, where the ball was taking place, she involuntary sucked in her breath. The sight that greeted her eyes was magnificent. It left her in true awe. She thought she had seen everything but lo and behold here she was witnessing something she had never seen before. Everyone was dressed in their finest costumes. There were so many themes..some recurring. She didn't recognize anyone and smiled at the notion that it was meant to be that way. There were so many performers some on the floor performing tricks and serving the guests, some were hanging from the rafters tangled in colorful fabrics with which they danced. There was also a sumptuous feast spanning the grand hall. She didnt think that much food could be consumed even with all the people gathered here now.

Namine was glad she had come to this ball after all this was held once in a couple of years on the night of the red full moon. It was also called the longest of nights because it seemed as if time slowed down and the night would never end. A waiter stopped before her and offered her some champagne. She took it graciously and sipped just enough to taste. Contrary to popular belief her kind could partake in regular food but they could not taste its full potential nor did they get nourishment from it. She wanted to find higher ground so that she could enjoy the view as seen from above. She moved through out the crowd heading towards golden stairs that spiraled up to the alcove above. She could see many lovers enjoying the privacy it provided unfortunately she did not have a lover to share such a place with. Once at the top she found the perfect spot. Here she could look out and see everything in the grand hall and in turn everyone could see her. She had felt many eyes following her movements as she made her way to her current resting place. She tried to envision how they saw her through their eyes.

Namine was wearing an exquisite wine colored gown in a couture style. The gown began at her neck coming down in a filmy gauze dangerously low to reveal some of her bosom. It had long sleeves that began off her shoulders and ended past her wrists in an accent of spotted feathers. Around her neck slighlty coverign her exposed shoulders was a filmy silk gauze..it was see through and it made her seem ethereal as it seemed to float around her. A bit above he bosom and below her neckline a large ruby was centered somehow the fabric ran through it. From the back of her dress protruded some wings made from the same see through material that seemed to float around her shoulders, but mixed within the material were feathers entwined with rubies. So as she moved the wings seemed to flutter and sparkle. On her face she wore a mask that seemed to be ravaged by time but was elegant in its simplicity as it was made of the finest materials available. It had feathers the color of her gown and with it white feathers and precious jewels were blended together to creat the overall affect she wanted. That of a crimson bird. All that you could see beyond the mask were her mesmerizing emerald eyes. Her hair is the color of burnished copper tinged with red and a hint of black. In her hair rested a crimson flower whose aroma wafted around her, its origin is unknown. On the other side of her head tilted somewhat stood a crown embedded with more precious jewels. Anyone looking at it would know it was meant for royalty. To put it simply Namine's attire was the most elegant, detailed, and erotic design present at the ball. As such her beauty radiated as no others.

Namine stopped her reverie as the lights dimmed and a spotlight focused on the center of floor. A singer stepped forward and sang a haunting ballad which in a sense described all she was seeing before her. As the music was done a figure came down from the rafters and stopped in mid air, announcing the beginning of the ball. The voice was the same as the voice in the mysterious invitation she received.....

It seemed as though the crowd parted before him subconsciously. They all appeared to keep their distance as this man, the very air around him thick with a sense of dread, walked in from the main door and into the ballroom, his wide-brimmed hat pulled low and cloak hanging down to his feet.
Victor Francis Graham hardly noticed, or cared about the spectator's reactions to his movements. He himself did not even know why he had bothered attending this party, particularly considering that he was fully aware that there very well could be numerous marks of his quarry here.
Unfortunately, he could only sense the fear that these otherworldly fiends were emitting, because while he was only a human, he had been ending vampiric lives for only a short while in their perspective, he did so with such a fervor and passion that had left countless timeless undead bodies in his wake.
In all honesty, he was not even in costume, a travel worn cloak, his favorite leather hat and his weapons concealed beneath his outfit, ready to defend himself or begin the hunt at any moment. However he blended in fairly well to the masquerade, aside from the fact that no one would go near the man.
With a gruff chuckle, he swiped a glass of wine from a passing steward and began non-chalantly enjoying it, observing the spectacle of his surroundings from underneath the low cast brim of his hat.

Skyler walked quietly through the city she just arived in. She kept her head down with her eyes and hears on full power. Shw gracefully moved her body from side to side to keep from being touched by the people that passsed her. Her feet began to move quicker as the area got more crowded. Her heart pounded as she tried to find and empty place to stand, but could not find any gap in the overly crowded walkway.

Skyler quickly made her way to an restront that was close by. Get her self close to the red brick wall of the building made it easier for her to get to the door of the restront.

A lady with brown hair greeted her once she entered the door. "One?" The lady said. Skyler just nodded and she was showen to a table that was ment for two. She sat down as the lady gave her a menu. "I'll be back in a bit to take your order." The lady walked off to seat a family of four.

Skyler just sat there and stared at the menu. All she wanted was water. She took out a small note book and a pin. She started to write.

Skyler thoughts raced as she waited for the lady to come back. The restront began to get crowded as she waited. Her fears began to kick in as more and more people walked in. She stood up and quickly too her leave. Thw walkway had gotten better and she search for a place that didn't seem over crowded. Her searched failed as she soon became lost and did not sence what was around here.

Eyes of greed and lust seemed to stare at her from the shadows as she walked down and dark allyway. The feeling did not fase her as she kept on walking. Her pace did not quicken, but slowed down. She soon came appon a place that seemed to be filled with people. The music sounding like it was being played by a classic band. Skyler walked up quietly just so she could see what was going on. She kept her breath slow and quiet and her steps light and looked in a window.

The people in the room seemed very well dressed and manered. She watched them dance to the music the band played. She started to hum quietly to the music.

Namine twirled in the hands of some stranger. He had approached her quite causally offering his hand to hers. With a curtsy she obliged. He seemed to have a sort of dark theme as most of his regalia involved dark colors. His mask was exquisite though. Large plumed feathers seemed to dance along with them..tiny gems sparkling within. She stared into eyes as dark as the feathers themselves. Now that she thought about it his theme seemed to be that of a raven. She had the sudden urge to quote shakespearean poetry. "Quote the raven..nevermore." The man laughed at her statement and her rudy lips spread to flash a brilliant smile.

The song ended and she curtsied once more moving to a spot less crowded. She wanted a bit of fresh air. Namine was enjoying the ball and she had danced with many an interesting person. She could have sworn that one of them was female in male attire. She laughed at that..and wished that she had thought of it. From the corner of her eye she noticed someone make his way through the crowd. His attire was..well...different. He seemed so gruff in his manner. She wondered if he were here to do harm. Sighing she decided to be alert in case anything went down.

It was so hard to tell everyone apart. The only way was by knowing who was dressed as what. There was one way for her to get secrets. Her fangs elongated within her mouth at the thought of sinking them into someone here. She could easily pull someone into the alcove above. With such privacy none would notice and she would have the added bonus of knowing who she had fed on. She would of course make sure they were not aware who she was and what she did. Namine discarded the notion she was not about to start biting everyone at this ball. Someone would come to her and when he.. did who knows what she would do.

Nearby she heard a voice say how exciting the ball was. She looked up wondering who had said so. The voice was fluid and it perked her interest. He didnt speak again so she could not determine his location. "Ah well..there are plenty more to play with" she said. Taking a drink from a waiter she sipped..licking her lips afterwards. She was sure the waiter had blushed as he bowed and moved away swiftly. Namine found herself laughing out loud and delighting in it.