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[L]iteracy: I understand that sometimes a neccesary length to a post can inhibit people and cause writers block as i too suffer from the condition very frequently. However, please avoid one liners because they make my eyes twitch.

[R]omance: If this story does not have at least some romance in it I will probably shoot myself in the head! Romance is encouraged and expected, however, please try to keep it realistic to a point, don't make your character a whore or easy! Create some sore of relationship. Also, this thread is open to all typrs of sexual orientation, go for it!

[V]iolence: There will be blood. End of story, action is the key to keeping people interested in the story line and I don't want this rp to get boring. I'm sure a lot of it will be NPC battles and such between factions but I leave you to your own judgements in a pvp battle. But remember, your character is not god, if I feel like you are overstepping on your abilities, you will be removed with a sharp kick to the arse.

[D]rama: These factions HATE each other. There is bound to be arguments and all sorts of fun mumbo jumbo, but lets try to avoid OOC drama. We're all adults more or less here, your old enough to settle petty squables maturely, but if you need a mediator, talk to me.

[A]:Unless either We've elected someone to be a moderator or someone has requested to be one, Spoof's and my words are law. What we say goes and if we must, we are subject to change any of these rules at any time. We also reserve the right to remove anyone or to delete posts if I feel they are preventing the roleplay from doing well.

[F]inally: Please enjoy yourselfs! We want to have a fun roleplay here, and while We may sound like We're being total jerks about these rules, We have seen so many of our threads end before they even begin and We're getting very tired of it. We'd really like to follow through on this one and not have it end because of something stupid.

Profiles

Death dealers

Warrior: Hael



+ --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Shavas (Kaelene) Delano ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ Vampire]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 20]
+ --- [ I belong to... ] - [ Death Dealers]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] - [Great speed and agility during battle, aiming abilities, and blood lust. When engaged in combat, Shavas wears a red jacket buttoned about half way with a beige collared blouse underneath. She wears a dark brown tie with a sliver skull pin and a silver tie clip. Most of the time, she wears square heeled combat boots with black lace, knee high stockings. She never takes off her brown gloves and wears a eyepatch even though she has excellent eyesight. A silver chain wrapped around her waist keeps her two, slim, one handed blades in place. Both are wrapped loosely with thin white cloth and have the words "kyuuketsuki" and "tsumibito" written on them which translate into "bloodsucker" and "sinner"]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ Werewolves. She despises them and their messy nature. Shavas hates anything she considers "primitive" or "barbaric". She's also a bit aphephobia (Yay Psych class lol). She doesn't like to be touched or touch things with her bare skin, but she won't have a panic attack if she is touched. She'd simply rather avoid any contact. She also dislikes imperfection, though she is not a perfectionist. If something is out of place, she will fix it, of course, but, as said before, she will not go into any sort of panic. She can't stand clingy people or those who insist on talking. Shavas, however, fears being alone.]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ If she ever decided to enter a relationship it would most likely be with a male.
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [Shavas has never had any kind of romantic feelings for any person, though she was once betrothed. She takes interest in very few people, though she does find others attractive at times. She wants some one That would give her a bit of a reality check. Someone very down-to-earth and passionate about whatever it is they do. She needs someone mature and experienced with life, willing to be with her when she's at her worst. A kind, gentle person with ambition and charisma. She wants someone who will except her as she is.]
+ --- [ Description! ] - [ Shavas has always been the strong silent type. She's a bit selfish and with drawn from others, even her own kind. She had never grown attached to anyone or let herself get too close to others. Most of the time, she's polite and conservative, though quiet non the less. She socializes when the time calls for it, but she's still very distant and uncaring. Cold, some would call her, heartless even. Others would say she was just a bit shy. The truth is, no one knows what's going on in the mind of Shavas Yamagata.

Shavas was born and raised in Rome. She belonged to the aristocratic Yamagata family and was the child of Kaelene and Celio Yamagata. Being of "noble" birth, she grew up in a very sheltered environment. Everything was done for her, even her thinking. She had no opinion as a child. She was not creative nor curious as most children were. Her father was a very controlling man. Nothing was to be done with out his consent. Even his "beloved" wife was kept in line at all times. Kaelene, however, was an angel in contrast to her husband. She attempted to spoil Shavas by taking her out or buying her things her father would certainly disapprove of.

To say the least, the Yamagata couple had their differences. They fought constantly, often in front of Shavas. She was usually the cause of their spats. Both thought they knew what was best for her. For her father, it was isolation and for her mother, it was freedom. Unfortunately, Celio always won in the end. Until the day he died. At the age of forty- five, Celio Yamagata died from a stroke, but not before making one more decision for his now eighteen year-old daughter. He arranged her to be married and for once in her life, Shavas stood up for herself. She ran away and never looked back.

The details are hazy, but somehow the young woman was turned and became part of the Vampire army, as if act of rebellion against her deceased father.]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ Shavas looks at the world as an art critic might view a painting in a museum: pretty, yes, but hardly useful and filled with flaws. Its an intangible thing to her, merely another rest stop on the way to that lovely thing known as death. She tends to be fickle in her loyalties, often flitting back and forth between one person or idea and another. The only thing that is final in Shavas' life and opinion is the end of that life. All things die, for that is how the world works. It is the only thing she believes in and trusts. That isn’t to say she rushes toward it or forces others into it; actually, she believes the idea of death to be wasted if we haven’t been through the hell of life yet. To her, death isn’t a bleak and dismal inevitability—it is a release. And no release can be truly appreciated if we haven’t faced hardship and difficulty on the way toward receiving it. She is one of those strange people who truly cannot be classified as either good or evil. She sits on the fence, directly centered in that mysterious gray area. Shavas goes through life with the intention of enjoying it as much as she can. Although she doesn’t have any sort of “live life to the fullest” idealism, she doesn’t see the point of simply floating through life listlessly. If she is going to experience this step on the way to death, she wants to truly feel it. This want and need drives her to aesthetics. However, she also enjoys experiencing the grim and horrifying. She can find equal beauty in a sunset and slaughter, show appreciation for both the ocean and a drowning victim, or express simultaneous joy at a birth and a grisly death. And always with a disturbingly acceptance that many find too macabre to bear.
]
+ --- [ Who's pullin' your strings? ] - [ Faithofthefallen ]

The order of the Rose




~*~{Hi my name is} Elara Wicken
~*~{Age}20
~*~{My race is} Witch
~*~{I belong to} The order or the Rose
~*~{Beware of my} Elemental powers, and ability to shape shift into an barn owl. she uses spells like flair, shock, chill, and gust. she can also fly on her broom.
~*~{I realy dislike} cold tea, spells that backfire, werewolves
~*~{My sexual orientation is} Strait
~*~{My heart belongs to} no one at the moment. but she is infatuated with vampires.
~*~{Description} ((working on it))
~*~{Who's pulling my strings}E.P. Flannery

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Non Yet

There had been a time in Shavas' childhood where she had not believed in werewolfs and vampires, in magic and ancient warriors. But that time had passed when she'd reached adulthood and stepped outside her father's stifling home for the first time in her life. Two years had passed since then and she couldn't feel better.

The streets were eerie at night, something she had grown accustomed to over the years. Street-lights glowed almost defiantly against the night that threatened to extinguish them, but only dimly mind you
The Bar was just up the left side of the street, flashing neon lights proclaimed it was open, and the grubby drunken men leering at her from the benches outside clearly indicated that it was doing quite well buisinesswise for this early in the evening.

She stepped inside the bar with a wary glance around, her hand resting casually on the hilt of one of her swords. A flash of silver caught her eye off to the side of the crowded room. Despite the oath she had sworn to her coven to abstain from violence her lips curled in a feral snarl and her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, Sinner, at the sight of the young witch. But it was for a good cause, she reminded herself, the downfall of those disgusting werewolf freaks off to the south.

Recoiling absently from Tsuki, she sat next to the woman on the barstool and pulled at the end of her nose, the return signal.

"So what do yuo have for me?" She whispered in her slightly accented voice.

Her eyebrow quirked at the brawl that broke out near the front of the room. How droll, she thought, rolling her eyes.

The woman's statement irritated her immensely, she glared at her for a few moments before proceeding. "Pudding cup!" she announced primly, while motioning for the barkeep to pass her a drink. She would never drink it of course, she thirsted for something much more satisfying, but she needed something to hold onto besides her weapons.

she tried to focus on something besides the fact that she was sitting very close to a mortal enemy. Almost too close in fact... their arms were almost brushing together, she scooted her barstool away from the witch o couple centimeters.

(-grooves- CANT READ MY, CANT READ MY, NO HE CANT READ MY POOOKER FACE!)

Shavas nodded, it was nothing she didn't already know, she hoped the witch had more information than that if she expected to recieve the amount they'd agreed on.

"A dog by the name of Killane has managed to gather quite a significant base of power, or so we understand... He claims to have found the... Amulet."

She disclosed this last part rather hesitantly, the amulets were a rather touchy subject between the races. A drunken human chose that moment to stumble right next to her, spilling his disgusting drink into her lap. She leaped up with a hiss, and grasped his puny neck in one gloved hand, fully intent on relieving the world of his pitiful existence, but one glance at the witch stopped her in her tracks. Killing this human would start a brawl that would involve the both of them. Shew as unsure of his allignment. If it was a daywalker..... A confrontation between three of the four factions, definatley not a wise decision. With a disgusted sigh she thrust his as far away from her as she could manage, which was pretty far, and sat back down.

"I absolutely loathe humans..." she confided to the witch privatley, "No offense intended," she amended with a toothy grin.