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Please, no one RP in red. I will be using red to denote changes in time of day and weather, so anyone else using red in this thread shall either have their post modified or, if they continue this, will be put on RP probation.

This is our Holliday RP. We will end this RP February first. However, if people want to continue this RP we will keep it until it dies.
The Setting:
Basically, this is a Masquarade by Invite Only. My character will play host. Once again, this is a yaoi RP. You may have a female character, but I doubt you'll get much out of it if you do. The ficticious Masquarad Ball will be explained in the inviation. It takes place in an "alternate universe," so you may have demons or angels or whatever. Pretty much anything goes. The ball is classy, so no sweatshirts and jeans. rolleyes Ball gowns (yes, guys can wear these if they cross-dress) and tuxes and the like. It takes place in winter, so it is snowing. Within the gates of the "fortress" where the ball is being held, there is always a light shower of snow. Outside, however, there is a blizard so no onemay leave this enchanted area for the duration of the ball. Guests may arive at any time and there will be a waiting time (in the RP, not RL) of five days before the Ball begins. The ball itself takes place from 6PM until 2AM every day for two weeks. I will be comming in every now and then and making a post saying when it is the next day (because I have powerslike that). Afterwards, guests are invited to stay longer.
There seem to be servants here, for the mansion is always clean, but there are none to be seen. However, you may RP as a servant if you wish.
The meals include: breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoontea, dinner and dessert, so no one should go hungry.

Profiles:
Please use the following form (PM it to me)-

Gaian name:
Character Name:
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Age:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance:
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History:
Favorite Thing:
Least Favorite THing:
Hobbies:
Occupation (if any):
Extra (including pic, nickname, etc.):

Characters:

Gaian name: Mie-tanuki
Character Name: Shigeru Bonnefeit (bo-neh-fay)
Sex: male
Race: half-angel; father was Japanese, mother was French
Age: eighteen
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 124lbs
Appearance: He has shoulder-length auburn hair that changes color depending on the light, which he normally ties to the side or braids. His eyes are a bright green that reflect gold even when there is none. His skin is neither lite nor dark. He is very lean, but strong, too. Since he is half-angel, hehas one pristinely white wing that comes out of his left shoulder. It can become large or small and change shapes, but is always a singular white wing. He can create an illusion of two wings, but only to fool others. His one wing allows him to fly just fine.
Personality: He is very kind hearted and likes helping others. He has strong ethics, but also has his own interests in mind. He tries to appear mysterious to others, but when he's on his own he's very much like the little bo next door. He loves all kinds of animals and is kinder to them than to people. He lets his guard down around them.
History: His mother was French and his father was Japanese. one of them was an angel and thus he has a white wing. Neither of his two sisters have wings. perhaps the angelic blood runs strongest in him... All three of them have powers, however. For instance, Shigeru can, to a dregree, control the weather (thus the very strange blizard).
Favorite Thing: Animals
Least Favorite THing: People who are cruel to animals
Hobbies: anything to do with animals that supports them, snow sports, singing, anything athletic that doesn't involve fighting or tackling or balls.
Occupation (if any): Who knows what his job is? He's already graduated from college. He is ver wealthy and owns his mansion in the snow.
Extra (including pic, nickname, etc.): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v473/Mie-chan/bonnefeit.jpg
He loves ice cream and anything cold. He snores very quietly and tends to mumble and sleep walk while he is asleep.

Gaian name: [Hiroku] or Sex On Toast
Character Name: Dorian Ovalle (doh-RY-an oh-VAH-yay)
Sex: M
Race: Human. Half Messican
Age: 19
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 136 lbs.

Appearance: Caramel skin, dark eyes, hair he insists is dark brown although it's clearly black. Healthy, but not skinny. Hair is curly-ish wavy-ish, goes down to just above the shoulders. Wears tight clothing, cinnamon, brown, red, and black most often. Has been known to cross-dress. Smiles a lot. Chews fingernails, so there's sometimes blood around the edges of 'em. D:

Personality: His father, a writer, taught him Spanish and Mandarin, his mother, a professional singer, taught him French, Japanese, and Italian, as well as music theory. Most fluent in English. Sings tenor, can't dance anything except ballroom, cooks a bit. Upper middle class. Catholic, athiest, intelligent, refined, flamboyent. Bit of an elitist, but outgoing and kind.

History: The secret love child of a lesbian and a gay man, he was raised in secrecy in Lousiana and Houston until the age of ten, when he moved to Tamaulipas (That's in northern Mexico, kids!) because his parents were being ostracized by the ho-mo-sexu-al community. Went to Catholic elementary and middle schools, homeschooled freshman year, moved back to Texas and attend HSPVA, a small visual+performingarts school for three years, went to YHS for college. His nuclear family is proud of him, as is his mother's family. Father's family disowned the lot of them years ago. Also has an one-year-older sister, Maria.

Favorite Thing: Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens.
Least Favorite Thing: Dog bites, bee stings, people who don't appreciate the Sound of Music.
Hobbies: Singing, writing, fashion design.
Occupation (if any): Student. Might end up in opera, or law, or politics, or social work.
Extra (including pic, nickname, etc.): Was teased in middle school by people singing the song from 'Finding Nemo': My name is Dory! And here's my story! I'm from the reef and I don't eat beef! Piccy forthcoming...maybe.

Gaian name: Silas_99
Character Name: Silas
Sex: male
Race: half elf
Age: 18
Height: 5foot 11inches
Weight: 125pounds
Appearance: *my avi, does that count, I dont have a pic*
Personality: quiet, smart, sarcastic, kind and carring
History: Silas was and always has been a smart kid for his age. He never liked being around to much people. He just doesnt like all the things that go on all at once. Silas would rather be with someone really close to him, or off reading or walking in the park. It is Silas's senior year in highschool, and he is working hard studying. He also works at one of the towns local coffee shops part time.
Favorite Thing: reading, walking in the park late night
Least Favorite Thing: being rejected and being arounf to many people
Hobbies: drawing, reading and sleeping
Occupation (if any): Cashier at Coffee shop
Extra (including pic, nickname, etc.): Some people call me Simon, just as a nickname. I have long dark green hair, like in my avi. And, I am currently single, lol.

Gaian name: lack_luster_soul
Character Name: Levi
Sex: male
Race: fallen angel
Age: really old... but looks only 19
Height: 5'9
Weight: 115 (eh, he's a lightweight)
Appearance: Kind of average looking at first glance. About average height, very thin and lanky, but with a slight set of muscles beneath his pale skin. He has silver hair that slides about his shoulders, slightly longer. He has bright blue eyes that shine from his pale face brilliantly, but only in comparison to the whiteness that surrounds him. He has wings (which aren't in the picture of course) that are a pearly grey-tinted white. The feathers are bloodstained at spots, stains that will never wash away. He is wearing a totally grey pinstriped tuxedo with a rich saphire shirt under the dress jacket. He wears a long silver chain with a diamond adorned cross at the end that dangles about his sternum. He is wearing small hoop earrings from which are haging little dangling chains with tiny crosses at the ends. He constantly keeps his dark rosary about his left hand. Wearing shiney black boots
Personality: he is very cold and stand-offish to make up for his usual lack of confidence. Sensitive, but it never shows. A lot of his behavior is a cover-up and is a habitual user of the internal monologue. sometimes his mask calls him to be cocky and insulting, and that is when most people consider him stuck up. But inside, he curses himself for nearly every move he makes. Seduces people whenever he pleases, never really gets emotionally attached... atleast... up til now...
History: Exiled from heaven for seducing another angel. He ruined one of the only pure spots left. So of course he had to be driven away. He had snapped from his servile temperment one day and couldnt stand the pearly gates much longer anyways. He actually did it just to get out.
Favorite Thing: his silver and diamond cross around his neck, last memorabelia fromm his first love the angel who set him free who he could never see again
Least Favorite THing: probably the thoughts most people have about him
Hobbies: paiting, sculpture, drawing, playing piano, writing
Occupation (if any): doesn't have to eat or drink, has enough money to survive without a job... spends his time making his artwork, and everyonce and a while, selling ti to make the money to live for a year or two more
Extra (including pic, nickname, etc.): hey... I'm stupid and I can't figure out how to post a picture... so any computer geek can do something better than I can, but helll... I'm happy I don't play computer games for a living and still live with my parents... if you want to see the pic, its here: http://www.vamppire.com/snowdrop/eyes/69.jpg
and
http://www.vamppire.com/snowdrop/eyes/48.jpg
and yes, I do realize this is Eyes Rutherford from the series Spiral, but I thought he was too beautiful of a character to have his charm wasted on a b-rated anime that never went too far...

Dorian slammed the door behind him, shuddering at the temperature. It was not supposed to be this cold. Where he came from, winter was a proper seventy-five degrees. [OOC: I love Houston. :D] He had, while not holding out for a normal temperature, at least expected his black cotton sweater and umber cloak to be acceptable. But nooooo. Had to have a lovely negative two degree storm. He glanced at his fingers- they were blue. Teeth chattering, he shuddered his way into the great hall, only noticing the winged boy with green eyes when he ran straight into him.

"Aaagh!" he cried, "How did you expect me to see you, popping out from nowhere like that!"

Anyone watching the two of them would have been hard pressed to understand why he said this, as the two of them were, at present, alone in a large room with no obstructions nearby. In fact, the angel boy was about as conspicuous as it was possible to be, sans large flashing neon lights.

Silas walks up to the mansions huge doors, he knocked several times. The door opened and he walked on right in with his hands clenched together keeping him warm. Walking into the room, Silas takes a big look around, gazing at all the expensive and antique intem in the house. He finds the other two people and walks right up to them, taking off his coat. Well, hi! What a blizzard it is outside.

*confused look upon face* Umm....hi. Im fine. Yes, it is really cold outside. I dont know how I would survive even for a moment our there. Oh, an invitation. I have mine somewhere, *searches coat pockets*, ah yes, here it is. *hands over the initation* So, where is everyone, I must be early?
((Ohemmgee, NO! Let's see what's wrong with this!
First of all, it's a literate RP. There are no atserisks to denote actions. Speaking is denoted with double quotations.
And it is, once again, a literate RP. Appostrophes (I have NO idea how to spell that) are your friends. They don't bite.
PLEASE read the ROLE PLAY STICKY!!! Until then, please don't RP. It disrupts the flow to have you role play in this way.))

Dorian winked and cocked his head. "Nuuuuuu! Of course you needn't torture me! I have the invitation right here. It just amuses me to mess with your mind, angel-face." He coughed and looked around. "Awfully rocking party you've got going on here. Want to play Twister?"

Dorian glared at Bonnefeit. "Twister is the greatest single invention in the history of the known world." He pulled out a colorfully spotted sheet from a pocket in his cloak and placed it on the floor. "This...is Twister! It's the funnest, bestest party game ever! When I bring it anywhere, the legions of Twisterminions fall and grovel at my feet! And do you know why? Why, this simple cloth is the hinge on which the world operates. Its subtle rhythms echo those of the cosmic sphere, influencing our lives in ways as yet unplotted! But soon, and very soon, I shall uncover their hidden mysteries, and then the stars will be as my garden, the cosmos shall serve none but me! And then...we shall PARTAY!"

A mischievous look came into Dorian's eyes. When Bonnefeit's back was turned, he gently picked up a purple paintbrush. Tiptoeing towards him, he oh-so-lightly brushed the tips of Bonnefeit's wing. The effect was quite pleasing. Dorian soon got caught up in his artistry, lining the top of the wing, and going up onto the neck and shoulder. Swirls of flowers bloomed along Bonnefeit's body. Dorian didn't notice anything other than the color coming from the tip of the brush.