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 Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:33 am
So, let's take the story of Los-Angeles' Nightmares and turn the dial, sending time back by a Century and making our wonderful world a terror of 1790's France proportions. Characters once dead are now alive, characters once alive may have not even been born yet. The stage is set, the characters cast, and with no influence on the current workings of LA life is about to change dramatically for everyone involved...
Year: 1793 During the Republic of Virtue and Reign of Terror. Important events happen during the year such as the Excecution of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette
Country: France
City: Paris (?)
Timeline of events: http://www.marxists.org/history/france/revolution/timeline.htm
Information:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:1793_in_France
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:1793_events_of_the_French_Revolution
And a Map of Europe, ~1800
http://www.euratlas.com/history_europe/europe_map_1800.html
Character info Post character information in Plot and Planning, or PM it to Rhia-chan. Include: Name; Age; Master (If Alive/applicable) Figures of Mention These characters are either available as NPC or can be picked up by players. They can be interacted, affected, killed, whatever suits the story. Maximilien Robespierre, an influential revolutionary figure.
Currently he is being overshadowed by an unknown Demon, prodding him in the direction of a nigh dictatorship of fear....
An Introductory post for him is available on page two of this thread, he's available as both a pre-made character and an NPC, as is the Demon overshadowing him.
Can think of some other revolutionaries? Send me a PM and I'll add them to the list!
Pre-existing Characters
Maren K'Meric; 1539 years; Lilith.
Felix; Madeline; Jasmine; Erendi; Emilie; Sophie; Melinda and Perry.
Narmer; ~5000 years; Lilith.
Alluvian Dynentha; Indefinable Age; None.
Loryt; 2374 years; Alluvian.
Naltan; 2289 years; Alluvian.
Yami; Indefinable Age; None.
Ninak Svit'Kona; Approximately 1100; Recently deceased.
Veroen; Unknown; Unknown.
New Characters  Trevor K'Meric; 1537 years; Maren.
Maren's younger brother, they've been together since the very beginning of it all, before their deaths. Inseperable save for their lovers spats, they co-exist even with their extreme difference in lifestyles and ideals.
Hatshepsut; 3302 years; Lilith.
Lilith's third child and first woman, Hatshepsut was one of the most successful pharaohs of all time. She takes a friendly, sisterly approach to Maren and often quarrles with Narmer. She is obedient to Lilith and is generally of a pleasant disposition.
Sybil; ~1200 years; Lilith.
The youngest of Lilith's children, Sybil is a psychic with extreme power. She is known to humans for being able to tell the future, although she has this ability more from knowing the intentions and patterns of humans than from actual fore-sight. Or so is assumed by most...
Corinne Angelus Leblanc; 17 years; Human Noble.
The surprisingly educated daughter of a rather rich nobleman, it is apparent that life will play out a tragedy for her. After all, blood is thicker than water...
Melisandre la Rhode; 19 years; Human.
A butcher's daughter, who has a rather odd preference in meat...
Leroy Delano; 3018 years; None.
A vampire who refuses to drink the blood of the innocent.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:32 pm
[ Since the first few posts of my own have nothing to do with the actual location of the RP, I'm gonna go ahead and get them out of the way whee I want to write! ]
[ Russia, Denmark, then wherever our plot takes place. That's my list. If you have some pre-location posts you want to do, feel free to do so. ]
She looked at him, the terror in his eyes, the tears that streamed down his cheeks and the shaking that ran his entire body. This was perhaps her favorite moment, seeing them like this. Pale as a porcelan doll... or as pale as she was. The desperate whimper that left his throat unwillingly as she leaned closer to him was music to her ears, a sweet serenade to end the beautiful orchestra.
This house was hers, the rest of the village she left to the others. They'd surrounded it together not soon after dark, cutting off road access with logs and stones to stop any carts to come into or out of the village. The village itself was rural, a huddle of huts a more deserving title. This hut was nearly empty now, the woman and children strewn in a bloody pulp across the ground. Their screams still rang in her ears, a happy memory, a titilating cresendo of sound and terror that sang to her very soul. The look he gave her was the sweetest desert, her claws reaching out to gently stroke the side of his face.
"" she cooed to him in sweet-sounding Russian, her words every bit a lie. She snapped forward quicker than he could see and bit into his neck, causing him to tense and cry out in pain, hands flailing uselessly against her stone cold body. Blood, sweet blood and fufilling screams filled her with ecstasy for a moment before just as quickly she pulled back and stepped away, stepping back into the shadows to watched the drained human suffer.
"" He panted after his screams quieted, leaving her to grin in the darkness.
"" She whispered to him, again her words a lie, the plot being set up for their entertainment. ""
The look of horror on his face was enough to send her into fits of estatic giggles, growing louder and more vicious sounding by the moment as he muttered to himself, to her, pleading to kill him, cursing her for the fictional fate put upon him. He would go mad, or perhaps tell those that would come to his rescue what she had done and be killed for it. People here were so much more supersticious than others.
She was upon him in a flash once again, her clawed hand grasping him by the scruff of his shirt and hoisting him close, forcing him to look into her eyes as she gazed into his. ""
He closed his eyes, she dropped him to the floor. Her meal was done, time to find Mother.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 7:25 pm
"" Maren cooed, pulling herself onto a high roll of hay to where the other Vampiress sat, her arms immediately wrapping around her shoulders from behind. Her words were no longer sweet Russian but growls, growls and hisses as the feral language all Brahmaparush knew, at heart. ""
Mama smiled, a sudden change in features, not bothering with slight or slow movements. It was a full smile, a wide grin, too big for her face and seeming both natural and unnatural at the same time. Her own manner seemed to follow this grin, this expression in stature. Unusually short the Brahmaparush Maren referred to as 'Mama' barely reached four feet. Her hair was a wild tangle of aburn that filled a wild halo around her head, her eyes a vibrant red unseen by mortals for ages untold. Completely sinew she was thin, lithe but strong, the compact form of what all that laid eyes on her came to know as death. Not the quiet, gentle form of death, but death's wild sister, a mirthful and vicious spirit that had long left the ranks of Vampire. Some would argue her a Demon, most a force of nature, as wild as a hurricane and as deadly as a plague. To the Brahmaparush who ran with her she was their mentor, sister, friend and mother. To herself, she was happy.
"" She asked, growling affectionately as she took Maren's arm and gracefully pulled the taller Vampire over her shoulders and into her lap. Her fingers immediately went to the red mess of tangled curls, grooming them, removing the knits and re-arranging the bones, ""
Maren giggled, letting herself be pulled over and submitting to the grooming, enjoying the attentions of her mentor. Mama hummed something, a lullaby perhaps, and Maren joined in with the tune, a song she had heard hummed enough times to know from heart, though had never heard the words before.
"" Mama said, the statement definite, her tune pausing for the moment she growled before continuing on once more. Inhuman dexterity fished a jagged bone from Maren's hair -perhaps once from a human wrist- and pulled her hair up into a swirl, weaving the bone through it and re-arranging the jawbone tiara that crowned the red mass. She noticed Maren's expression and without a beat continued, ""
Maren relaxed into her arms once more, fiddling with the intestine she had wrapped around herself, dried and flaking from the weeks of running through the trees. It would last her until she hit town, when she washed away all she had embraced.
""
"" Mama answered, silencing her with a tug of her hair, ""
She continued to run her fingers through Maren's hair, pulling out gnats and ticks, spiders and lice. Hay found itself woven into her hair, golden tufts between the wild red clumps, almost a true flame atop her head. She turned Maren to rest in her lap, back against her shoulder. "
Maren smiled, a happy whine leaving her as she wrapped her arms around the Brahmaparush from times long past, each pulling the other into a tight embrace. Yes, she would definately come back. This was a place she belonged, no matter what happened out there. Here with her own kind, she belonged.
"" Mama stood as she spoke, the short woman carrying Maren with apparent ease. <"We will run with you until the water, it would be wrong to have any less of a send off.>"
Joy in her heart and tears in her eyes Maren stood, pulled the jawbone tiara from her head and placed it onto the other's head. She placed a gentle kiss on her elder's cheek, ""
Mama only smiled, ""
"" Maren cheered, jumping from the hay bale and racing through the feild, the town of nightmares her first destination.
[ End: Russia ]
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 10:10 pm
They ran her to the Baltic Sea but no further, their hisses, howls and growls a joyous chorus as they moved otherwise soundlessly, leaping and bounding from branch to branch in the canopy, jostling and jumping with and upon each other, their run an endless untiring motion like waves on the great seas. Still even with their rough play and joviety never did a branch creak, never did a leaf jostle. Their mirthful growls were the roar of a wild sea but as they existed, they worked as one with their surroundings.
They stopped suddenly at the treeline as Maren leapt from the trees, sailing clear over the shoreline and splashing into the water of the Baltic Sea. She didn't notice the icey chill of the waves or the current of it as turned to face the shore, a rainbow of eyes staring back at her. Mama's red, the pink of some of her own children and all the colors imaginable watched her, encouraging growls of farewell growing into a resounding chorus. A splash beside her distracted her, a moment later a brown-haired head rose from the black water, pink eyes staring back at her. Madeline had chosen to return with her and that meant Jasmine would soon as well.
Her guess was right as a moment later another splash soaked her from the other side, a wave cascaded over the heads of the two Vampires before Jasmine surfaced again, black hair framing her pale face. The current pulled them away from the shore, slowly at first but faster as they got further out until finally none could hear the howls of the family they had left behind.
'We'll let the current pull us out further, then swim until we see land. We will find a city, and there we will wash.'
She closed her eyes, and took a breath.
'Trevor, my love. I'm coming home.'
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:59 pm
The streets of Paris, as extravagant as they may be, hold a certain sort of solitude. It seems that solitude is saved for one lonely male, meandering the beautiful cobblestones. His presence was only known when he allowed his boots to step lightly into shallow puddles. The night was young and yet not a thing to do. The ages were finally wearing down on the young man. Even though he did not seem much older than a teenager, his stride already presented a sort of strength that can only be possessed with age. His black eyes, darker than a moonless night, watched couples as they laughed and embraced merriness on such a wonderful night. Parts of the young lad wished for such a relationship. Simultaneously, he knew in his heart such a thing is impossible. For he kills, nearly every night, draining the blood from his victim. Who would love such a beast?
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:24 pm
[ For future reference, this is Europe: http://www.euratlas.com/history_europe/europe_map_1800.html ]
The three Brahmaparush pulled themselves from the Baltic Sea, the shores of Prussia greeting them as the just-past-sunset sky coverd them as they shed the last remains of the wilderness. Peircings of jagged bones were pulled from their flesh, skin-clothing removed and hair de-tangled as much as possible. First order of business: re-discover civilization.
It was a process only Jasmine was unfamilliar with, moving from the absolute freedom of wild ferality to the restraints, constrictions and clothing of the 'developed' world. For Maren the movements and order were so ingraned it seemed almost tradition, ritualistic as the three of them worked together to slaughter a family live, delight in the screams of the poor farmers then wash up, rinsing their skin of the dirt and dried blood that dyed their pale forms nigh brown. Clothing was stolen, the wives and daughters dresses taken and donned. Together they brushed their hair out, cleaned their claws and made sure that each of them were, individually, spotless. Then came the learning.
Words were always the first hurdle, re-discovering language beyond the growls, grunts and body language of wild Brahmaparush was a task. The tradition for Maren had always been to re-learn Norse, her mother tongue, the one she had heard for the beginning of her life and had lived all her childhood on. In the middle of the common room the three of them sat, talking, experimenting, remembering until they crawled into the cellar and the sun rose high above in the sky.
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They were off running again, barefoot through the woods, over the mountains and into the night. Careful, their lithe forms twisted and wove their way through the branches like the wind, their dresses a flutter yet never snagging, never ripping. They had tucked slippers into their sashes, shoes to be worn later, when they arrived home. Ah, home.
She could feel him, she could feel him now, the closer she got the stronger she felt him, more she needed him, the stronger the magnetic force pulling them became. The instant they crossed the border in to Denmark, her territory, her home, she could almost smell him, feel him in her arms. The ache in his chest growing stronger and stronger with each footstep. They ran, together for what seemed an entire night and then suddenly, suddenly he was there. There, in front of them, in front of her, arms open and on his face an expression she was sure matched her own.
"Welcome home."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 4:05 pm
"Welcome home."
He could remember every word, every look. All the anger, all the frustration, even the hatred was recalled with perfect clarity, their argument having played through his head thousands of times since they had separated. Seeing her there, alive, healthy, coming back to him, made it all seem so... simple. His anger with her actions, his frustration with her thoughts were all brushed away the instant he saw her face, her smile, the glimmer in her eyes that let him know she still loved him, a feeling he more than requited.
The argument had been deep, their shouts scathing and their anger all-consuming but now, after nearly a century none of it mattered, all was forgiven. From now until their next argument, they were together. From now until the next time they parted ways, they were in love.
"Maren," he whispered to her as she stepped into his arms, their embrace tight as he held her close against him, and him to her in return. Red dots threatened the corners of his eyes, "Maren!"
"I know, I know," she whispered back to him, her nose burried in against his neck as they rocked slowly. "I know."
His arms tightened around her, pressing her to him, against him as if she would collapse into him and they would cease to be separate entities; to be united together, inseperable forever. "Maren, I-"
"Hush," she whispered, her pink eyes focusing on his as she looked up, "It doens't matter. It doesn't matter anymore, Trevor. None of it."
He nodded quickly, choking back tears. She was here, with him, and that was all that mattered.
Quickly he leaned forward, his lips pressed quickly to her forehead, then down, moving along her nose, across her cheek before she turned her head and caught his.
'I'm home.'
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:59 pm
"Let's go to Paris!"
She'd been back for months and, of course, she wanted to leave again. Never in the same place for too long, it was a habit they had been brought up with. A nomadic existance, he couldn't be in a single place for very long either, but she took the trait to even further extremes.
At least they'd be together this time, their last seperations far too much for him to bare. Together, in Paris, perhaps?
"Paris sounds nice, any reasons in paricular?" He asked, his arm around her side, the floor of the hut above them as they rested under ground. They hid from the sun, curled in their fur blankets, talking the night through, books stacked in columns against the far walls of their hollow.
"Melinda and Perry are there...." she grinned, nuzzled up close to him. Her brother, her lover, her child. They'd been together since the beginning, since before the beginning, back when the beginning was a time before the start of it all. Brother and sister, Master and child, Vampires in love.
"And...?" Trevor raised a brow, pressing kisses gently on her brow.
"And there's a Revolution!" she squealed, giggles cascading as she rolled on top of him, the back of her head pressed against the low roof of their cave. "Battles, riots, revolts!"
"Of course," he pulled a wry smile, rolling his eyes. "A Revolution. You're like a fly to honey for carnage."
"Of course I am!" she giggled, clasping her fingers and resting her chin on hands. "You know me better than anyone else, it isn't worth it if no-one dies."
"I know, I know." He sighed, resting his head back and closing his eyes. "Alright. Paris. The French were always a lively sort, I wouldn't mind visiting again. How long do you think...?"
"Until somewhere else interesting pops up, I suppose." She smiled, pulling the furs up around them as the noon sun drifted through the sky.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:03 pm
Lights glittered, the world aflutter for the couple in a vibrant serenade of night life, music and wine. They had danced, laughed, and murdered the weeks away. Oh lovely it had been, how grand! Delights untold filled her heart, a coy smile on her face as she danced with the cabaret girls, the stage her canvas in lingerie and powder.
Trevor sat at a table, a bottle of wine and a plate on his table, a glass of the chill liquid in his hands for show. His eyes were on the stage, a smirk on his lips as he watched his sister-lover-mistress dance, the music loud, upbeat, the voices as clear as any human chorus could be. The lights, music, dancing, it was all a pleasant atmousphere even with the violence on the other end of the City. The Champs-Élysées was always alive, even in the middle of the night. Maybe that's why it made the best hunting ground.
[ Aaand, they're in Paris! Okay, it's about time xd ]
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:11 am
The weeks, or perhaps it had been months, he never cared to take tally, had gone by uneventfully. Feeding and seducing as usual. Even though he was not a Daeva, he definitely shared attributes of one. Perhaps it was just his muscled, yet young, stature that seemed to be of marble. His icy skin entrances the young lads and their curiosity led them to his bed, and soon after, their grave.
There were multiple empty glasses spread around the table with the lone Ninak and another one was in his hand, ready to be devoured. Even though the taste of good liquor isn't his most favored delicacy, the after-affects are a marvelous remedy to his irrevocable loneliness. His black eyes caught one dazzling dancing and a smirk played on his lips. Her fiery hair bounced with her perfectly choreographed movements. Oh, he could only imagine how magnificent she must be if he bedded her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:29 am
((Where can I post my profiles? I want Veroen to be in this as well, because he was traveling Europe around that time, before he was an Elder in the new york Coven. He was an assassin.
And as for Luke, I will enter him into all this a bit later.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:39 pm
(Well, since the profile stickies still exist in the subforums, I would say you could post the profiles there. If they aren't going to exist in the regular, current era of the guild, I guess you could label them as for the 1909 roleplay.)
A faint glitter shone off in the distance, reflections of moonlight. The trees barely swayed, as there was no breeze this night. Alluvian stood on the edge of a clearing on a hill that overlooked a portion of the Black Forest. His hair hung slightly thick down to the base of his neck, gray twists leaving tangles here and there. Loosely fitted black cotton served for his shirts and pants, his shoes only a semblance as such, being soft, supple material. He placed his hand on a tree trunk beside him, feeling the rough bark against his skin.
"This is pointless, Master," a voice came from behind him, which he ignored. Loryt had been ranting about his decision for some time now and she was likely winding up to another round of her spat. While she did fray his nerves, he did listen to her arguments. Most, of course, he found invalid in themselves. "Why do you need to bother yourself with this, when you could have so many more important things to do?!"
"Why is it you consider Teutates unimportant, Loryt?" Alluvian asked, his annoyance somewhat conveyed in his tone. She knew his purpose, his goals, she had been assisting him with them for centuries. How she could now decide that they could be thrown away the moment there was some danger involved. Truthfully, it made him a bit sad and disappointed in her. She had always been hot-headed and slow to reason, which clouded her sight of what should be done.
Naltan appeared behind her, placing what hand on her shoulder. Impatiently, she tried to shrug him off, but he only dug his fingers in deeper. Loryt sighed, getting his meaning, and relaxed. "I just feel that you are not taking this seriously, Master. You only brought the two of us when you don't even know how many he controls.We may be strong, yes, but none of us are invincible. Not even you, Master."
There was some truth in that, but Alluvian wasn't overly worried. "At most, he is only a demigod," he said, "Whether demon or vampire, once he is slain, the others will likely flee. It won't be as much trouble as you are thinking." He had already thought through her angle already and made this determination. This was something he had done many times before, he was practices and experienced. For the centuries that he had been in hiding, Teutates was likely not. Alluvian did hope this was not true, for a real conflict would make him feel better about slaying him. He would try his line of reasoning first, as always, but he doubted it would work on one with power such as this, much like the other leaders he had come across.
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alluvian_dynentha Vice Captain
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