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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 1:16 pm
STORY: My name is Lukas Morone. I have recently had a near-death experience. While in my comatose state, I was transported to the realm of Destiny. Believe me when I tell you; Destiny is a b***h. She endowed me with the powers of a Watcher, one who keeps watch over the supernatural, otherwise known to humans as the Damned. We also have the abilities to see who is going to die soon, and see snippets of the future. I am a member of the Watcher's Private Investigation Society. We solve supernatural crimes and keep balance between the Damned and the "normal," whatever that is. Our allies are the "human-like" supernatural creatures; the vampires, the witches, and the lycanthropes. In the last few years, the supernatural beings - all of them - have come out of hiding, and a legislation called the "five strikes law" has been passed. It states that if there are five serious offences caused by the supernatural party, the Damned are declared "animalistic," and are allowed to be hunted down and killed. There is currently a new legislation underway to get rid of the five strikes law, called the "supernatural equality act," that will give all supernatural creatures the same rights as humans. The first crime of many to come has emerged in the city. A supernatural serial killing, the killer leaving incredibly gory mutilation in its wake. Our job is to figure out who's doing this, and put a stop to it... before it gets too out of hand. My name is Charles Early. I know; ironic name for a vampire. But it is, in fact, my name. I was turned over one thousand years ago. I am well known among the entire globe, but most of all in this city. I am the vampire master of the city. I am also a very well known ally to the Watcher's Private Investigation Society (W.P.I.S.). However, seeing as... business calls me, I am not in the city all too often. But when I'm here, things seem to stay in order. If they're not, I help to the best of my abilities to keep them in order. OTHER CHARACTERS ThEndOfHeartache927 WILL BE PORTRAYING OCCASIONALLY:Jamison McDowell - Head of the W.P.I.S. in the city. Detective Woodrow Sanz - Detective of police department in the city. Destiny - The manifestation of destiny itself. She lives in her own dark realm, visiting Watcher's in their dreams to tell them what to do next, or what they should do. They don't necessarily listen, of course.... Charles Early - see first person bio above. RULES:-Cursing is allowed; just don't overdo it. -No godmodding (controlling everyone else's character) -No cybering -If you have a disagreement, take it to a private message. -I reserve the right to add or change rules as I please. -I will blacklist you if you break these rules 3 times. -All profiles must be PMed to me with the abbreviation "W.P.I.S." as the subject. -No abbreviations; goods grammurrzz please XD (in other words, be literate) -I will NOT be accepting applications for "demons." I realize that the supernatural are out of the shadows, but stereotypes against those considered "evil" still exist. Even vampires still aren't fully accepted by society, but demons are much farther down on the ladder of acceptance. Because of this general distaste for them, demons remain in hiding. -Try to refrain from one-liners, but I do know writer's block exist. LOCATION:An undisclosed big city in an undisclosed eastern state xd PROFILE SKELETON:Username: RP name: RP age: Ally, Watcher, Or Human (if ally, specify what kind of supernatural being): Personality: Appearance: Bio (optional): Other info:
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 1:35 pm
PROFILES:Username: ThEndOfHeartache927 RP name: Lukas Morone RP age: 18 Ally, Watcher, Or Human (if ally, specify what kind of supernatural being): Watcher Personality: Sarcastic yet kind-hearted, outgoing, slightly depressed since the loss of his girlfriend. Appearance: Slightly long brown hair; falls into eyes. Tall; almost six feet. Skinny, but not lanky. Slightly muscular, but not a "muscle man." Bio (optional): Only a little less than a month ago did Lukas lose his girlfriend to a serial killer that had terrorirzed the city for a little over a week, tracking down the members of a prestigious witch coven. Also, before the killings began, Lukas was in a terrible car accident. When he almost died, he was transported to Destiny's realm, where she endowed him with the powers of a Watcher. Other info: N/A Username: ThEndOfHeartache927 RP Name: Charles Early RP Age: Over 1000 (not exactly specified) Ally, Watcher, or Human: Ally - Vampire Personality: Dark and mysterious, yet also nice to those he has been well acquainted with. Appearance: Blonde hair down to the base of his neck. Pale skin. Piercing gray eyes. A little over six feet all. Skinny, slightly muscular. Always wears similar outfits; black shirt, black jeans, black, long trench coat. Bio: His reputation precedes him. Many centuries ago, when when he irst came to America, he brought three other strong vampires with him. These three vampires were the serial killers tracking down the members of the Lazarus Coven, before they were stopped. With these three vampires, Charles drained a neighboring city dry, before coming to this one, and becoming reigning master. Before he was turned, Charles was a murderer in England. He has long since changed his ways. Username: selphie395 RP Name: Terry Nichols RP Age: 18 Ally, Watcher, or Human: Ally - Witch; as well as partner to Daniel and Lukas Personality: Outgoing, slightly chatty, may look like a goth, but doesn't act like it. Sweet, sensitive, and caring. Appearance: Her black hair falls to the middle of her back, with pink and red undertones. She is relatively tall, about 5'9-'10. She is skinny, but "womanly" in all the right places. Bio: Once a member of the prestigious, dark, fabled Lazarus Coven. When all the other members were killed by the serial killers that existed before this RP, said coven became extinct, and Terry began working with Daniel and Lukas. She and Lukas have a strange, slightly awkward relationship, on account of a one night stand that happened several weeks ago. Their current relationship is strange; more than friends, yet less than boyfriend/girlfriend. Username: gothic_emoness101 RP name: Nova Anne Baker RP age: 17 Ally: Lycanthrope (She turns into a black panther with dark brown eyes) Personality: Shy and timid until you get to know her. She'll be more outgoing and playfull once she knows you. Appearance:  Bio (optional): Living a seemingly normal life till she was 15, Nova didn't know she was special. Growing up to believe John Baker was her father, she never expected to be a lycanthrope. When she finally made the transformation, her mother told her the truth about her father. She ran away after that, renting a small apartment and working in a bookstore. She refuses to comunicate with either of her parents now, though she excepts that they pay for her schooling. Other info: None Username: Blue-teh-vamp RP name: Mave [[and her little sister for the beginning, Phoenix]] RP age: Mave is 17 and Phoenix is 7 Ally, Watcher, Or Human (if ally, specify what kind of supernatural being): Their mum was a vamp, and their dad was a human, meaning they are each a dhamphir. Personality: Mave is independent, strong, and doesn't take any crap. She has sensitive moments, but one mainly sees her tough side. Of course, with friends or people she's comfortable around, she's almost too-hyper and random, has an obsession with Skittles, and is a manic drummer. Around strangers, she is very defensive-- and she doesn't make friends all too well. She is VERY over-protective of her little sister, who she loves very much. Phoenix is very young and is always sleepy for unknown reasons. She's like an average human child-- she's curious, shy, and gets frightened easily, but the vamp blood pumping through her veins allows her to know when to shut up, when to not push it too far, and when to speak up and when someone's lying. She's lazy, but gets the job done when necessary. Appearance: Mave... Mave, Mave, Mave. She is unique and incredible-- unlike airbrushed TV and movie stars, she is Barbie-perfect, glamourous movie star beautiful. She is very tall and very lean, almost too tall to not look at her and go, "Uhm, ouch?" She has wide, round eyes that glower a sapphirre/cobalt blue. Her face is oval shaped, with strong, high cheekbones. Her complexion is almost too-perfect, but pale-- and not that sickly-human pale that shows all of those disgusting veins or anything of the sort. Her hair is a deep chocolate brown with auburn to ruby red lowlights, and falls straight down on the right side-- kind of like emo bangs ^^. In the back, if let straight down, would go down to nearly her shoulders, but she spikes it, ALWAYS, in an anime-like fashion. She only wears dark colors, leather, chains, metal, anything of the gothic sort, and always always ALWAYS wears the pentacle around her neck on a black velvet choker, which, in the center, is a self-healing crystal with a miniature onyx statue of the vampyre goddess Nyx. Phoenix is very short, very petite, and has a quiet and sweet face. She is a bit darker-skinned than Mave, and has fiery red hair with lots of orangey and bright yellow highlights, almost unnatural-looking. Her moss green eyes teem with bursts of life, and when she smiles, an inner light goes off that makes her approachable. Basically-- she's kyoot! Bio (optional): Ahhh... They live with their father, for their mum left a long time ago. Their father is strong and a great provider, and they love him dearly; he wants to move back to England, although they only moved to America a few years ago. Mave is just trying to be a normal teen, but when she found out, exactly three years ago, that she's a dhamphir, she freaked... wouldn't anyone? She's learning how to live with her extra senses, how to fit in with this new society, and how to cope with the bloodlust... and Phoenix is basically worshipping Mave, and doesn't really care what she is. Other info: Ahhh... Mave loves MCR XD Username: Kryptonite120 RP name: Lana Furlong RP age: 17 Ally, Watcher, Or Human (if ally, specify what kind of supernatural being): Ally, Lycanthrope Personality: very loving and gentle. Likes to party and drinking is her game. Lana is very artistic at photography and enjoys being who and what she is. She is, how ever, a vegetarian. Lana doesn’t like meat at all and would much rather eat ranch dressing and broccoli. She loves techno music and anything with a beat that she can dance to. Going to clubs and partying are some of her favorite things. She loves to skate board and roller blade, most of the time, she’s stuck on her roller blades. Appearance: Lana has long golden red hair that is usually on the top of her head in a messy bun. She has sugar honey brown eyes with highlights of gold and a ring of deep forest tree brown around the edges. Her nails always have a coat of clear glittery nail polish on them and are very long. Her favorite accessory is a pair of large head phones with a long cord she always has leading to her ipod which remains in her back pocket. She only wears baggy band tee shirts, tight flair jeans, converse, and baggy hoodies. She doesn’t wear make up or skirts. Bio (optional): when Lana was five, a lycanthrope killed her parents. But when he turned to her, he saw his daughter and couldn’t bring himself to kill her. He felt horrible for what he did to her and her family so he vowed to raise as his own and never harm her or let her be harmed. When she turned 17, a clan of lycanthropes discovered his secret. Her. They came in the dead of night and turned her, knowing full well that it would destroy him more to have her be turned than to be killed. It did. Lana didn’t blame him, instead she asked him for his help to become one of them. She has been accepted amongst the community and has high expectations as the only young female lycanthrope in her community. Other info: the lycanthrope who has raised her names is Evangelos. She is the only one who calls him Evan. She has a pet kitten all white named Faith. A fortune teller said the cat is Lana’s spiritual opposite.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 1:42 pm
((NOTE: This roleplay is based on the events that take place after a novel I am writing. In the novel, Lukas Morone is turned into a Watcher, and stops the serial killer taking the lives of the witches in the prestigious coven mentioned in Lukas' bio above. The coven is called the Lazarus Coven, a dark witch coven that raises the dead in some ritiuals, and has some very dark secrets. Terry Nichols was a member of this coven before all the other members were killed. She now works with Lukas and Daniel.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 1:59 pm
Being a Watcher isn't all it's cracked up to be. We may see snippets of the future and who's going to die next. We may be able to save people's lives. We may have all-around cool jobs. But it's not fun being endangered almost every day.
In any case, I was chosen to be a Watcher, and I couldn't get away from it. I sat at home, alone, for once in the longest time. For the last month, I had shared a car, hotel room, and other small places that weren't my box-sized apartment, with Terry Nichols and Daniel Torrance. I hadn't spoken to them in several days, and was starting to miss them; Terry especially. Over the last month, I had developed feelings for her. I knew it was wrong, because I had just lost my girlfriend, Caroline Madison. But I couldn't help it. However, I knew it wouldn't work out, and I had made peace with that. Besides, I couldn't exactly focus on work and relationships. I suck at multitasking.
As I watched TV, the phone on the table next to me rang, and I had a hunch it was Jamison McDowell, my boss.
"Morone," I said as I pressed the phone against my ear.
"There's been another murder," Jamison said. Like many manly men, he wasn't much for hello's or goodbye's.
"What?" I said, sitting up. There hadn't been any murders for almost two weeks, and it was already starting up again. I couldn't take this.
"Yeah, not far from your place, either. It's pretty graphic."
"s**t," I said, sitting back against the couch. "Alright, give me the address. I'll be over ASAP."
Jamison did so, and we hung up. I got my shoes and jacket on, walking out the door. The murder scene was within walking distance. As I walked, I pulled out my cell phone.
((Cannot continue without at least one more Watcher and one more human or ally [preferably ally]))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 3:21 pm
Charles Early saw Lukas coming towards the crime scene as he himself approached from the opposite direction of the rookie Watcher. As he reached the crime scene, he took a look around. Blood bathed the windows - every single one - on the front side of the house. As a vampire, this came as no surprise to him that someone (or something) should be able to do this - the human body contains about two gallons of blood. And, seeing as he smelled four different victims, that was aout eight gallons right there. Imagine spilling eight gallons of milk on your carpet - that's a lot, isn't it?
He imagined that inside, most of the carpet and walls would be bathed with the red stuff. Not that he would be allowed in until the Watchers were allowed in, which wouldn't be for another fifteen minutes. It was beyond him as to why Jamison would've called Lukas here so early. But it wasn't his job to question it. It was his job to help figure this out.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 4:07 pm
((I pmed you asking if I could post but you're offline now...I hope it is ok for me to post. If not, I'll erase it. ^_^))
It was chilling cold that night; my first thought when pulling out of my car was to tug the ankle-length coat closer to myself. My black velvet dress was warm, but not enough.
Approaching the small crowd of uniforms and others who stood by the house, my blood froze, and not because of the wind, this time. The sight was awful; the windows drenched in blood, the front porch a total mess. Catching my breath, I grabbed one of my talismans and whispered a small incantation. A protection one.
Deviating my eyes from the gruesome scene, I caught hold of Lukas. Things have been odd between us lately...ever since it happened. Not a good time to think about that, though; work is work. So, after a second of hesitation, I walked up to him.
"Hi there. Do you know what happened? McDowell didn't brief me the details." I'm keeping my hands in my armpits for warmth. Still, my breath makes small clouds of mist in front of me.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 4:33 pm
((nice touch with the talisman. that might go in the novel ^_^))
I jumped as Terry's voice sounded next to me. I looked at her, startled, then relaxed, realizing who it was.
"Oh, hi," I said. "I have no idea what happened... aside from the murder part, obviously. They won't let us in for another ten minutes or so." I sighed, frustrated by the police always considering the W.P.I.S. non-officials, next to the force. It was as if they thought they were better than us. Just because they had big shiny badges and big fancy guns and blue uniforms, big in the waist to accomodate all the donuts they ate, doesn't mean they're better than Watchers and their allies.
Across the mobs of uniforms, I saw Charles Early, eyeing the exterior of the crime scene.
"Great," I muttered, as he made eye contact with me. He was standing in front of me a moment later.
"How many dead?" I asked.
"Four that I can smell." He nodded his greeting at Terry. "And it smells pretty gruesome."
"No s**t, I can tell by all the blood," I said grimly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 5:45 pm
(( eek really? yay!))
I nodded in agreement to Lukas. Ten minutes. Well, it was not like I was eager to enter the house, but the sooner we got in, the sooner we'd get out, and home. In the meawhile, there was just the wait, and the heavy silence between us. I wanted to talk with the guy, really I did, but I just couldn't find the words.
I know I'm not usually the silent type, but now...it just gets uncomfortable around him. You know the feeling when you know you forgot to buy an ingredient for the potion, and you can't remember which? It was something like that.
Thank the Gods Charlie came along. He's not the chattiest of guys, but at least with him I'm comfortable. Smiling at his nod, I processed his info.
"Ok, four dead...Can you tell if they're humans, by the smell? And do you catch any scents behind those?" Call me an optimist. It's not like I was expecting him to suddenly recognize a beast we could hold accountable for the murders; life is never that easy, as I'm well aware. But I can't be blamed for not trying...
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:14 pm
Charles glanced at Terry. He had never really gotten to know the girl in the past month he'd known Lukas, but he never really thought her the observant type.
He sniffed at the air and said, "No, just the humans. Whatever did this made a clean getaway, on their part."
"Unless it was one of the humans," I said. "Maybe it was a murder-suicide."
"Possible," Charles replied. "But unlikely. A murder like this is far from human in nature. We'll just have to wait-" he glanced at his watch "-six more minutes."
Six more minutes. Jesus. The boys in blue were really starting to grate on my nerves with their "i'm better than you" bullshit.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:23 pm
I glanced around me nervously, walking through side alley's to get home. My poor cat Toxin hadn't been fed yet, and she was probably angry about that. Hearing noises behind me, I turned, spotting the creator easily with my cat eyes. Being a lycanthrope had some perks.
A skinny dog dug through the trashcans, looking for food. Sighing in relief, I made it out of the alleyway and headed toward my apartment. Cutting through a residential area, I saw the flashing lights of police cars ahead. Arriving at the yellow tape marking off a crime scene, I smelled the blood before I saw it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:29 pm
Charles spotted the newcomer before I did.
"She's not human," he said, before I even knew she was there.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I realized I still held my cell phone, and put it back in my pocket; I was about to call Terry, but that wasn't really necessary, now was it?
"That girl, over there." He nodded across the yellow tape. I followed his gaze and saw a girl of about sixteen or seventeen with long brown hair, and I knew he was right. She definitely wasn't human. My skin tingled with the power she held, radiating in my direction. Charles slowly made his way over.
"Wait! Don't-!" Too late, he stood in front of the girl, with me standing next to him like an idiot.
"What are you?" he said rudely. I elbowed him in the ribs and smiled politely.
"Sorry about him," I said. "He's... a little off." I smiled again. "I think what he meant to say was, 'Hi, I'm Charles Early, and this is my associate, Lukas Morone.'"
Damn, this vampire needed to learn some manners. I thought the English were polite. Well, that's a stereotype, but the best of us do it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:48 pm
I blushed lightly. Was it that obvious I wasn't human?, I thought as I looked up at the two men standing before me.
"I'm a lycanthrope." I said, meeting his eyes boldly. I didn't know who or what he was, but I already didn't like him much.
"Perhaps you could tell me why you care?" I asked, feeling confident while annoyance rushed through me. I studied his friend, the one who had elbowed him. He seemed kind, though his size was definitely intimidating. My 5'4" looked seriously pathetic next to both of their 6' at least. The girl they had been with was tall also, around 5'8" I guessed. I awaited an answer, not blinkng as I stared into the mans eyes with a cocky confidence I didn't know I had.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:54 pm
Charles smiled charmingly at the girl. "Just curiousity. Why would a lycanthrope be at a blood-bathed crime scene, I wondered, when I saw you. Of course, I didn't know exactly what you were, but I knew you were more than human."
"Way to not be rude," I said sarcastically. "I'm sorry about him," I told the girl again. "And, since he still hasn't introduced us, I'm Lukas Morone, and this a*****e here is Charles Early. His reputation as a murderer and dickhead precede him, so there's a chance you've heard of his 'work.' The last word I spat out with disgust; I hated what Charles had once been, even long, long before I was born, but still knew he had long since changed for the better.
"I'm a member of the Watcher's Private Investigation Society, and Charles is an... ally." Once again, I said the last word reluctantly. Over the month I'd known Charles, I'd never particularly liked him. Hopefully, business would be calling him away soon...
One could only pray.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 7:04 pm
"I was on my way home. I'm Nova." I said, relunctantly. They trusted me, so why couldn't I trust them, I thought.
"Never heard of a Charles Early. Perhaps you should take it up with my history teacher." I joked, becoming more comfortable with the situation. I was still a bit uncomfortable with the fact they could tell what I was, but I was slowly allowing my curiosity overtake me.
"Why are you here and what exactly happened?" I asked, looking past them to the blood spattered walls of the home. I wrinkled my nose at the smell. It smelled like rust and salt. I had never really liked the smell of blood, and I always had a problem with the sight of it. Looking back to their faces, I surpressed a sudden urge to vomit.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 7:20 pm
"We don't know exactly what's going on right yet," I said. "Just that four murders have been committed by something non-human in this house. They'll be letting us in there in about-" I glanced at my watch "-now, actually." As I said it, Detective Woodrow Sanz spoke to my boss, Jamison McDowell, who signaled me, Charles, and Terry over, paying no heed to the girl called Nova. The three of us walked forward, rudely abandoning Nova. I realized what we had done, looked back, and gestured for her to join us.
"I hope you haven't eaten in the past couple hours," I said. "Something tells me this is going to get graphic."
"Who is she?" Jamison asked as the four of us approached. He was talking, of course, about Nova.
"She's a lycanthrope," I told him. "You know they're our allies, Jamison. Just let her in."
"Fine," he said, stepping aside, letting us enter the house.
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