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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:56 pm
✖ I can add and take away rules as I see fit.
✖ This is a PG. 18 roleplay. Meaning cursing is allowed, romance and violence as well. && in the guild lines of the TOS!
✖ All profiles will be pm'd to me titled 'vampires'.
✖ When talking out of character, use something so we do know your no longer acting as your character. I don't care what you use, as long as an OCC is clearly visible. xD
✖ No Cybering! If you don't get the whole rating, or ToS, this should do it for the slow people. Romance is welcomed and going to happen, but keep it under control. There is a fine line between between ok and not ok, don't cross it.
✖These are pretty basic rules. Not that big of an issue, riiight?
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:57 pm
His story
He was born a while ago, and thought he was the best thin on the planet. His era there were such things as witches, demons, they were not all that uncommon. But it was fairly modern, he had to attend school, which is something he dread. He was better than that. A witch wanted to be with him, and he clearly refused. She got pissed and cursed him to be a beast of a vampire. Since he was just normal, now he was a monster. She cursed him to walk the night, and to feed off of human. To be a killer. There was a way to break it, but she never told him. Limiting where he can stay, she cursed his little brothers to become inanimate objects. He only has 500 years to figure out how to break the curse before he is killed. A clock he kept hidden in his house was a constant reminder of that.
500 years goes by, and he still doesn't know what to do. But over time, he has truly lost the human in him and became a monster. Going out a night, killing everything that ventured too close to his house which was still intact. Creepier and ragged, but still there. But since times has changed, so did his hunting habits. Instead of killing them on the spot, he took them and kept them at his house for days, feeding them. He bled them dry, and a human could last him a week or two. So people would just go missing, sure the police considered the house, but they went missing too. Eventually fences went up and people didn't venture too close. He had to use his brothers to go out to other places to bring back something.
One day they brought back an old man, he wasn't going to last a week. Old people didn't have a lot of blood left in them, it was rare if they did. Plus he had to put his mouth on all that wrinkled skin which was gross. He heard a noise and went to see if the old man had more energy than he had expected, and he saw a girl. A young girl. There was so much blood in her compared to the man, he was getting ready to take a bite right then and there, when she asked to switch places with the man. Well, since he pretty much took everything from the man, he agreed. Although he was sure she had no idea what was going on. The era of demons and monsters were long over, slowly becoming legends and fairy tales.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:59 pm
her story
Just a normal teenage girl, honestly. She was an only child, and the only person she had in her life was her father. He was her everything. She loved her dad dearly. She was a good student, something of a book worm. And she wasn't that bad looking either. But never really took an interest in men. Cause lets face it, teenage guys aren't really that intelligent. She always longed for guys that were portrayed in books. Handsome, smart, courageous, chivalrous. She always thought she was born in the wrong era, cause she loved old fashioned stuff too much. But then one day her father went missing, and no one was doing anything about it.
So she decided to find out what happened. He left for a business trip, and she followed his path, and that path eventually led to an old house a few town over. It was the middle of the day, and didn't look like anyone was home, so she kinda let herself in. She walked around the place, and got the chills, but she found what she was looking for, her father. He looked sick, and on the verge of death, skinny, no color to his face. She was freaking out when something appeared beside her.
She didn't want her father to remain in there, so before he could do anything to her she plead with him to let her father go and take her in his place. Whatever was going on she could handle it. And so that's what happened.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:01 pm
Plot/story
After the father was let go, he was ready to attack when a stuffed animal walked in telling his brother to stop. Now she was freaked out cause something talked that shouldn't. He didn't complain though, and just grabbed her and took her to where she would be kept. After leaving her there, the teddy talked to the girl explaining what was to become of her. She understood fully. And if she could prove her usefulness around the house, duration between bites would become longer, meaning she could live longer. They were at the end of their time, and want to leave with at least some human qualities, a clean house. The reasons to them were still unsure of why they let her live, but now she was stuck in that house. And there was no way of leaving.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:11 pm
Ƀεɑυʈʏ ☆- - - the b a s i c s☆name - - - Annabeth Aroha McWilliams☆age- - - 18☆gender- - - Female☆preference- - - Straight☆theme- - - Whispers in the dark // Skillet ☆birthday- - - June 3☆- - - the i d e n t i t y☆personality- - - She is a pretty laid back teen. Only reason for that, is cause she get's things done when they need to get done, allowing her to have time to be laid back. She has the personality that draws people to her, and she isn't quite sure of it herself. But she is outgoing and bubbly to other people, but alone its another story. She sometimes sits and just thinks about what it would be like to have a mother, and if she was normal compared to other girls. If things were wrong with how she acts. It's hard living with only one parent, but living that way most of her life she was numb to the feeling. Her heart is buried deep within her. She doesn't like getting close to anyone. Afraid that she might get hurt. ☆biography- - - She was born June 3, and graduated from high school right before her 18th birthday. But let's back up another step.
He mother died when she was only five years old, so she doesn't remember her much. But since that time it was just her and her father. Her dad never even consider getting another wife, for her mom was the love of his life. So she had to grow up and do all the house work. Her dad had a job with horrible timing, so he was gone a lot. To relieve the stress she learned how to cook and kept everything nice and tidy. And growing up like that, it's just force of habit to have everything clean. Not like she is ocd about it or anything. Just easier to relax in.
She always got good grades at school, and studied really hard. Which was awesome considering she had a part time job to pay for groceries and some bills, then saved some money for college, and still had a little left over to spend on herself. During school people seemed to flock to her for advice, and she was glad to help to the best of her abilities. But she never went out with anyone. Soon it seemed that 'No man Anna' became her nickname. It's not like she wasn't interested in boys or anything, there just wasn't time to waste on them. And it's not like the boys didn't try. She let them down the best they could, but something about things that seem impossible drove them to try harder.
After graduating she quite her job, getting ready to be a full time college student. Her major was still undecided, though she had what she wanted down to three options, which was more than others her age. She planned on having some down time before going to college, and it seemed she couldn't have planned that better.
A week after her birthday, her father went missing, and no one was doing a thing about it. Was she the only one that cared? He was on a business trip a few towns over. Taking some money out of her savings, she went there in search of him. How could someone take her father? For what reasons could they have? She followed his tracks to this old haunted looking house. Her great fear of horror said don't go in, but the determination to find her dad kicked in. If he was there, good, if he wasn't, that just took ten years off her life. So she decided to venture inside. ☆likes- - - Books • Sleeping • A clean house • Cooking • Swimming • Star gazing • Shopping • Good grades • Family • Fictional characters • Old eras ☆dislikes- - - Being dirty • Horror films • Chick flicks • Shallow girls • Stupid people • Having nothing to do • Waking up • High heels • Movies • Some sports ☆height- - - 5'8"☆weight- - - 157☆behind the insanity - - Soulless_Wonder
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:13 pm
The Ageless Monster ☆- - - the b a s i c s ☆name - - - Victor Lorel DeVontra ☆age- - - 520 ☆gender- - - Male ☆preference- - - Straight ☆theme- - - Monster - Skillet ☆birthday- - - Febuary 14th ☆- - - the i d e n t i t y ☆personality- - - Cold, hard. I dunno, it depends on when you ask. A long, long, time ago, I was a nice guy. I had an ego, yes, I did, thought I was surperior and I was, compared to some of the people I knew. I was nice though, at least I thought so. Now, though, im barely anything but angry. Hungry. I've never felt more hatred in my entire life, for living so long, for having to see my siblings live as random objects around my house. I was hungry all the time and without a cure for my own curse, I knew that nothing was changing that, so I built up rage, held onto it, and lived by it. My former self was completely consumed. Now, I don't even remember what I used to be. ☆biography- - - Being born into a successful family I was...spoiled. Highly spoiled. My father taught me to grow thinking I was better than everyone else, I was never taught otherwise, and so I did think that way. Going to school, I hated it, and still thinking I was better, girls would come my way, but I didn't think them deserving. One especially, a witch, she was pretty, and better at her magic than I thought. I rejected her, like everyone else, but she was in love with me. She said if she couldn't have me, no one could. She made sure of that. I was cursed! That retched woman! I dread the day I met her! My siblings turned to objects, and my life eternally changed! I would watch that damned clock day in and day out, counting down how much I had left.
It seemed to go slower and slower as time progressed, and my life changed. I had been sorrowful for years, trying to find some way to fix myself and my siblings. Nothing. After awhile, I was just SO hungry. My throat burned every second and I would just waste away at humans day after day. It was awful. So I would keep them, feed them, make them healthy. Then feed off them slowly over time, keeping myself strong. I'd been routine, and with my last year ticking down the clock, I awaited it, when a young girl came here. Just another blood bag, right? ☆likes- - - Stars, Taking care of flowers, dark, my brothers and sisters, the sound of piano. ☆dislikes- - - Sunlight, Witches, Curses, My siblings not being human, the ticking of that dreaded clock. Myself. ☆height- - - 5 "7 ☆weight- - - 172 ☆behind the insanity - - oOoRainbow-SherbertoOo
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:17 pm
So... Feel free to use a post to get your layout in place. And then after that we will start.
I'm thinking starting the first night she is at his house. Right after the deal was made, and she is now stuck there, and finding out that your a vampire, and what exactly needs to be done, as well as the first bite.
Or whatever you feel like doing. Those are just my thoughts.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 6:05 pm
 ♦ ♢ Ⓐnnabeth Ⓐroha ⓂcWilliams ♢ ♦
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 1:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:43 pm
||Oh.. It's soo purty!||
||Where and how do you wish to start?||
||I'm thinking where she first walks into the house.||
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 4:19 pm
||Why thank you :]||
||That sounds good to me :]||
||I'm good with wherever you want to start||
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 6:14 pm
♦ ♢ Ⓐnnabeth Ⓐroha ⓂcWilliams ♢ ♦
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xoxoxoxoxoTime seemed to stop entirely as the silence continued, it was suffocating her. Something, anything had to happened sometime, and the sooner the better. Annabeth waited patiently by the phone, for hope to ring, but when timed stopped, her hope stopped with it. It was time to take matters into her own hands. Standing up she quickly went into her room, gathering the basics. A few change in clothes, brush, soap, toothpaste and brush, all the needs for a few days away from home. If no one was going to continue to look for him, she certainly was. Standing by the answering machine, she now replaced the message to one explaining everything. She was going to find him and return, and don't worry. If anything she could handle herself, she was smart, strong, positive there was nothing she couldn't handle. Closing the door behind her, she got onto the closest bus, and began her search. A whole day went by, bus stop to bus stop, the only thing keeping her sanity intact was music provided by her i-pod, and books on her i-pad. Reading and listening to music seemed counterproductive to most people, with two sources coming at you at once; however, when the music is just classical background music, it's very soothing and calming.
Getting off at the last stop of the bus route, it was clear that she was far away from home, getting a simple hotel room, she pondered on her next move while taking a shower. She wasn't that far from where her father last was, and if he wasn't there, someone had to know something on where he went. Annabeth was confident in that much. Waking up in the morning, her bus ride continued, until the town where she last heard from her dad came. She walked around that town all morning, and no one seemed to know anything. Her mind flashed to all the shows that she heard about on tv, and sometimes watched. NCIS, Law and order, etc etc, and how they usually start. The plot, where people end up, and how things got started. Walking around town again, she spotted a house she ignored the first time cause it looked haunted. No life seemed to radiate from that home, old and abandon. That seemed like a good place to look around. Pulling her backpack tighter, and tugging on her suitcase she approached carefully. If this indeed turned into a crime scene, she didn't want to mess with any forensics of any nature. Knocking on the door twice she waited, verifying that no life was actually present before letting herself in. "Hello? Is anyone there."
Annabeth left the door slightly opened, and her luggage by the entrance and began to explore. It really did make her skin crawl it was gross and disgusting. Pulling her blond locks up into a bun to keep it out of her face, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. "I'm looking for my father... His name is Christopher, I was wondering if anyone has seen him. Can you help?" Talking to nothing was never a good sign that your sanity was intact. But it gave her something to break the silence with, it was so stifling she thought she was choking on it. Her footsteps echoed throughout the hallways as she continued on her way, trying desperately not to think of horror movies that had this kind of setting. Peering into the last room she saw a blob on the floor. Clearly it wasn't a piece of furniture, nor did she think it was an animal. Walking carefully closer towards it, the blob transformed into her father. "Dad!" she exclaimed, falling to the ground beside him. He was very thin, and pasty looking. As if he was dying of some sort of cancer, he looked so weak. 'You must leave... Please" He couldn't be serious, how could she leave him after it took so long for her to find him. "Shh... It's going to be alright. I'm here now. I'm going to take you home. We are going to go home. Don't worry." She was brimmed to the peak with relief that she actually accomplished what she set out to do. Her father was alive, for the most part, she found him and now they would return together. 'Take that NCIS... In your face!"
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σncє вrσkєnlinelineít shínєslinelinenσ mσrє líght [OneOrangeCar: I must admit, that was a pretty cool post for me. XD]
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:09 pm
⊗Victor⊗Lorel⊗DeVontra⊗ ▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆ ▆▆ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ This day seemed to be, like any other, full of nothing but dust in the giant house that was Victors and his siblings. He'd been waiting, clenching his teeth, his throat beginning to be more painful than before when he finally stood up. What was taking that old man so long? He knew he was old but it was none the less unacceptable! After he had fed him, disgraceful. He paced, clicking his tongue, trying to grasp onto the human emotion that was patience, but not getting to it quick enough. He stormed out of the room, scanning the hallways for the sad old man. His hunger was starting to make his head pound. Then he heard it, a distinct knock, light, but echoed in the empty house, making Victors ear twitch. A knock? Who would dare trespass on his property that did not have a death wish? Micheal would answer it, and do the normal call, so Victor proceeded toward the old mans chambers more quietly and gracefully than any mouse, finding not just him in a pathetic heap that he was, but someone else as well. Her sent caught him quickly, making his fangs not just elongate, but throb, she was much more of a meal than the scrawny old man. With his stomach in his ears, he almost didn't hear them. Taking him home? Nonsense. "You will not be taking him anywhere. That, and just who do you think you are breaking into my house." There was a dark threat to his voice, which was not always intentional, but he had grown accustomed to using, and he stroked her hair behind her air. Having stealthy made himself apparent beside her, silence was what made this hunting thing so easy for him.
"On any case,Christopher, i'm appalled that you would try and turn such a guest away."His eyes starred daggers at the old man, and having to clench his fist in order to keep his control, Victor straightened his posture, contemplating how to do this. He hadn't quiet thought over that this girl could be of use, and hostility wasn't the answer, as unhappy as he was of her trying to steal his food and breaking into his house. 'Well, I could finish off the old man and then get whatever else I need from the girl, or just leave the old man be, and let him die on his own, seeing as he already looks like he's dying...or keep him. I might be able to strengthen him up a bit.'He adjusted his red tie over his black suit and then looked over the girl. "Ah..this is the girl i've heard you speak of, I assume."He'd noticed her bags, and heard their conversation, the poor man had begged, that he had family back home, that she needed to know what had happened. "Anny? Andrea? Anna? Yes, that's what it was. Annabeth, I remember now."He looked at the girl once more, and his throat caught fire, he needed her blood, that old man wasn't doing it anymore.
She looked like she didn't know where she was, which worked perfectly. As long as he could keep the old man shut. "Anna, dear, it looks like you've had a long trip, why don't I just show you to a room? So you can rest."His tone started to soften, to lure her in, make this easier. He would hate to have to hurt her, it made it harder to feed off of them multiple times if he had to run after them. Plus it did put his family in such a worrisome state. 'Well, if things go as planned I can just take the girl in one of the bedrooms and leave the old man to die. I can just throw him in the backyard with the others, sounds perfect.'His mouth twitched up in a grin, and he hoped that the old man would keep quite, after all, Victor could just snap his neck and get it over with, but that wouldn't persuade the young girl very nicely now would it? No, not at all.
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Mine however is not the best, I apologize.]
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 8:05 pm
♦ ♢ Ⓐnnabeth Ⓐroha ⓂcWilliams ♢ ♦
lσvєlinelinelinelinelinexo ís α dєlícαtє linelinelinelinelinepαrt σf lífє▅▅▅▅ • ▅▅▅▅ • ▅▅▅▅ • ▅▅▅▅ • ▅▅▅▅
xoxoxoxoxoHer entire body forgot how to exhale air when a voice suddenly was present, that belonged to neither her nor her father. The threat was apparent, and it sent chills down her spine. Annabeth was now freaking out. "I'm.. I'm sorry.. I did knock, and present myself... It didn't look like anyone lived here. I didn't mean to intrude." It didn't look like apologizing was going to help her any, this guy was a wacko. First he was threatening her, and taunting her father, whom seemed to afraid to do anything. Which was rationalized within her mind by being kidnapped and beaten to some degree. Her eyes glanced all over, he was quick, and quiet. Which made her nerves slowly break down. How could she defend herself against someone she couldn't see or hear, this was a bad situation, and she needed to get both of them out. Her attention turned back to her father, he spoke of her. Do people speak after being taken about their families? Mentally smacking herself, of course they do, when they're pleading for their lives. Which meant he was extra dangerous and was going to kill her father. How appalling, brutish, and very rude.
Standing up she looked around and found him, got a good look at that too. He was the one doing this? He didn't look that old at all. 'How sick and twisted was his youth to turn him into a monster at such a young age.' When he spoke again, his words were drawing her in; however, she was smarter than to get fooled by his looks. 'You seem to know my name, however I failed to catch yours. Moreover, I failed to understand that last part. Rest, you want me to rest. A moment ago you were threatening me, saying I can't take my father anywhere. He needs to go home, that's why I came in search of him." Her declaration didn't do anything to help calm the fear that was bubbling inside of her.
"Think... Think... I need to get him out. His old and weak, he seriously looks like he needs to visit the hospital. Plus he is so freaked out that he isn't even saying anything. I've lost Mom, I'm not going to loose him too." Thinking on her feet, she glanced down at her father. "What conditions are you going to make to allow my father to leave here in one piece? When you have a hostage, there is some sort of ransom is there not?" NCIS don't fail her now, she was on a roll. True that just him looking at her was enough to make her skin crawl, there was seriously something off with this kid. But that didn't matter, she wasn't going to back down. Stubborn as she was, it was a trait that came in handy in stupid situations like this. Her arms that were constriction her chest now hung freely at her side, making it easier to defend herself if needed, and to run if also needed. She nearly jumped out of her skin when something touched her ankle. Not a good day to wear shorts, that skin to skin contact was creepy. She looked down to see her father, and it appeared he was pleading with his eyes for her not to do anything. Her heart instantly sank, maybe there was a different way to go about this.
Annabeth crouched down and hugged her father gently. Anything to comfort him, he shouldn't be allowed to die in such a place. "Anything... There has to be something... He needs a hospital. Please.." Now she was reduced to begging cause of her father. How sappy was that. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, plans started to formulate within her mind. They were both getting out in one piece, and she was going to make sure of that.
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σncє вrσkєnlinelineít shínєslinelinenσ mσrє líght [OneOrangeCar:Pffft. I'm not always cool.
And you, my dear, are amazing. ]
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