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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:05 am
 ⊰ ℜ 𝔢 𝔡 ...𝔐 𝔞 𝔰 𝔮 𝔲 𝔢 ⊱ Based on Edgar Allan Poe's, The Masque of the Red Death.
A strange sickness is running through the city of Venice.
From aristocrat to street peddler, it is ravaging the people.
It is a mysterious plague, some calling it 'the red death' despite the fact that it leaves its victims almost drained of blood.
There is dizziness, pain, and then the victims bleed until they are dry.
Carnival is approaching and the remaining nobles are determined to have a celebration unlike any other
So the Duchess is hosting her annual masquerade.
This year, each ballroom--and there are many--is centered around a different, brilliant color.
And each color will be hosted by an important noble.
But, there are whispers of secrets and plots within the ornate walls.
Could this really be plague?
Could the 'red death' really be what it seems?
And what can the Duchess be hiding?
Who is who?
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:07 am
⊰ ℜ 𝔲 𝔩 𝔢 𝔰 ⊱Rules
♠ Follow Gaia TOS.
♡ Please be reasonable; no super-mega-powerful-jesus characters.
♦ Romance, yes. CYBERING, NO.
♢ NO God-moding.
♣ Please be active... I know we all have other lives, but try.
♤ Be literate! And try to decorate your post a little.... I'm looking for people who post paragraphs... not phrases.
♥ Try not to cause monumental amounts of chaos first thing... let the story progress as it will!
♧ PM me your prospective profiles before posting on the Profiles page so I may approve them.
♛ Quote the players when you reply so we all reply faster!
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:08 am
⊰ 𝔓 𝔯 𝔬 𝔣 𝔦 𝔩 𝔢 𝔰 ⊱[imgleft]IMAGE URL[/imgleft]
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]Name[/b][/color]: (title + name)
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]Age[/b][/color]:
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]Relationship[/b][/color]: (single, engaged, married?)
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]Color[/b][/color]: (for color nobles only)
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]Gender[/b][/color]:
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]Personality[/b][/color]:
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]History[/b][/color]: Message me your profiles.
Post finished profiles here.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:09 am
⊰ ℜ 𝔬 𝔩 𝔢 𝔰 ⊱Nobles - hosts of the 𝔐asquerade.
Each colored ballroom is hosted by a noble centered around that color.
mad_hatter223 - Duchess
KissMeHappy - Red
Grinning Wolf8 - Blue
Yellow
Orange
moonlight_lament - Green
cHesHiRe_CaT_0013 - Indigo
Violet the Maestro - Violet
Others - guests at the 𝔐asquerade.
Kitty Kat Rosetta - Mysterious Stranger
Rich Foreigner
Cheshire_King223 - Professor
-Circe-of-Aeaea- - Drunkard
taken - Red Death
Whoever holds this part will be asked to keep it a secret.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:10 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:23 pm
 ♛ 𝔍 𝔥 𝔢 ♚ 𝔇 𝔲 𝔠 𝔥 𝔢 𝔰 𝔰 ♛  Duchess Velera Rovinare stood at the top of a grand staircase in a midnight blue gown with golden filigree on her forehead and shoulders. It was floor-length with a slight train, as was the latest fashion, with a hidden corset so it have her tall figure one, elegant shape. Her strawberry hair was coiled onto one shoulder, the curled ends being played with by her long, slender fingers. Her emerald eyes watched with subdued scrutiny as she waited.
Tonight started the next few days of festivities. Her palace on the moon lit bay of Venice, it was decorated to host hundreds. And hundreds had replied. She stepped down slowly, step-by-step, her heels clicking clear and loud on the marble steps. Servants were scurrying around her, but none stepped in the way of their aloof mistress.
The central lobby was free of any kind of colorful affiliation. To the left, the rooms went green, blue, violet. To the right, yellow, orange, red. A hallway could be seen, curving out of sight on each side. The hallways coiled in a circle throughout the entire palace on all three floors. However, instead of meeting to complete the circle, a small courtyard went from the center of the palace to follow a thin path between wings. Each room was a blossom of its own color, from the lanterns to the tapestries to the wine in the glasses.
With a sigh, she signaled to her servant to ring the bell for seven o' clock and put on her mask.
♛ 𝔚ho holds dominion ♚ with 𝔇arkness and 𝔇ecay ♛
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:56 pm
 ℑsᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ ℵᴀᴠᴀʀʀᴇTʜᴇ IɴғᴀɴᴛᴀCall me ℬℯℓℓℯ ✫ I'm ƒℯℯℓїηℊ: Antsy
Isabelle smiled at the memory, fingers absently toying with her matching red mask, the perfect counterpart to her gown. In just a few moments, the Duchess would open the door and the Red Room would be hers to host. She knew it would be beautiful, Duchess Velera wouldn't allow for anything other than absolute perfection. She had dreamed of this day ever since she had been asked to host a room. She often tried to imagine what it would look like, what the food would taste like, even what it would smell like. This ball marked a day of freedom for Belle, and she planned on enjoying every single second of it."Roger," she called out to her carriage driver. "How much longer until seven?" Just then, she heard the clear and distinct bell ring out into the sky. The Infanta smiled, reaching for her mask. The ball was about to be begin.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 12:47 am
  Tobiah Fiske stood stiffly at attention as a servant straightened his brilliant blue petticoat with a stern tug of their fingers, making sure everything was perfect and presentable for the eyes of the public. His appearance as the Grand Marquis in representation of the Fiske family had to be no less than perfection and anything below that standard would be considered a disgrace. Tobiah barely contained the disgruntled huff that threatened to mar his carefully collected features. His golden blonde hair had been smoothed back in a regal tail and tied at the back with a thin blue ribbon. He was clothed in dashingly rich colors of deep blue, a sharp petticoat flowing around his tall figure in a commanding flare, trim pants clothing his lithe legs and freshly shined boots clad his feet. Underneath his jacket he smoothed the wrinkles out of a trim vest, careful not to jostle the silver pocket watch that lay tucked carefully in a pocket, chain dangling across his waist. Underneath the vest a ruffled white shirt flashed in a show of lighter colors in comparison to his usual blue.
The color was a perfect reflection of his current mood and an ironic smile threatened to tug his lips upwards. Idly his fingers strayed to his throat, playing absentmindedly with a dainty ring that hung from a chain around his neck. If only...
"Ah, shall I take that from you my Lord?" The servant shifted nervously, aware that the ring was not a part of the assigned wardrobe the Marquis had been instructed to wear.
"You may certainly try." Tobiah quipped simply, an icy demeanor wrapping its tendrils around his form. "But I would save the trouble if I were you." His eyes flashed a cold blue as he reached out to accept the gilded mask nervously being offered to him. With a brief moment of hesitation he slipped the mask over his eyes, hiding the upper portion of his face from sight and leaving only his sharp gaze and the wry twist of his mouth visible.
If he was to be perfectly honest with himself he wasn't truly looking forward to this. It was yet another fanciful event he was obligated to attend and he wasn't in the mood as of late to put up with the trill chatters of overly presumptuous upper class members such as himself. His chest ached with the ice cold touch of mourning as he tucked the ring back safely underneath his layers of posh clothing. Tonight he would be wearing more than one mask, he mused silently as he readied himself to enter the Blue ballroom he was to play host of for the night.
 "Blue is the only color which maintains its own character in all its tones... it will always stay truly blue.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 7:32 pm
 Baroness Lunetta Donatella “Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.” ►The Baroness sat in her carriage staring at her mask. It was a nice lavender color with a few silver gemstones decorating it. It had originally been her mother's and was now one of the few things left of her. Feeling a tad impatient, Lunetta smiled. "I think now would be a good time to go in," she said to the coachman, alerting him to the fact that he should open the door. In a short time, she would be hosting a room. ◄
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:53 pm
 Ρ ʀ ɵ ϝ ϵ ʂ ʂ ѳ ʀ Professor Rafael Salvatore reigned in his horse in front of the grand palace, the servants of Milady Velera were routing the seemingly endless line of coaches and lord's horses. All of them had managed to turn up looking far more shiny or well-groomed than his whinnying Avelignese, its bleach hair ruffling from the breeze blowing off of the Venician bay. He adjusted his spectacles with the back of one hand. He looked down at his probably unfashionable, umber coat and vest with the ridiculous cravat his butler had insisted on his wearing.
Rafael watched as some of the richest, highest nobles stepped into the glittering palace. A lock of dark hair fell into his face, and he ducked his head. He was suddenly feeling very low and unworthy. Why had an invitation of this caliber arrived for him? A professor of the sciences?
He coughed falsely into his coat arm and said in a gruff voice, "Well, here we go." He urged his horse forward.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 10:20 am
♛ 𝔍 𝔥 𝔢 ♚ 𝔇 𝔲 𝔠 𝔥 𝔢 𝔰 𝔰 ♛ Velera stepped into the main foyer and watched as the rooms began to fill with lesser and higher nobility alike. She stepped up to the railing of a central balcony, a dual grand staircase on either side. She looked down at her guests, waving to those who noticed and dipping her head to those who pretended not to. Her aqua eyes gazed down from behind her mask; a half-face, gilded gold with fusion of a dark, dark blue with accents of burgundy. Gold shimmered from her face, hair, ears, and throat in the light of the chandelier above. It covered most of her features except her sculpted, wry lips and piercing eyes.
Lifting her arms gracefully, she said with a not-too-loud voice, "Good evening, signore e signori. Welcome to my home. Please enjoy yourselves on this night of festivities, despite our situations. For this is a night of reveling... and revelers, we are!"
Suddenly, all of the doors were opened, to create that one, long hallway through her palace. Dancers, tricksters, and musicians all in masks came pouring into the main foyer. The crowd laughed and cried out in awe and cheer. The performers began to thread through the people as the guests dripped off into the rest of the palace to explore, two-by-two.
The guests momentarily distracted and her duties as a hostess significantly lessened, she walked down the marble steps languidly in search of her guests of honor.
♛ 𝔚ho holds dominion ♚ with 𝔇arkness and 𝔇ecay ♛
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 2:42 pm
ℑsᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ ℵᴀᴠᴀʀʀᴇTʜᴇ IɴғᴀɴᴛᴀCall me ℬℯℓℓℯ ✫ I'm ƒℯℯℓїηℊ: Ecstatic XXXXXIsabelle looked around at her surroundings in glee. There were so many people dressed magnificently in every color imaginable, their faces covered with beautiful masks. There was a feeling of never ending possibilities in the air. Tonight, the guests could be anyone. Every second spent waiting for the fun to officially begin made the Infanta even more excited than just moments before.XXXXXShe looked up, detecting a presence watching over the crowd. Sure enough, there was the Duchess Velera herself, standing upon the center balcony, looking over everything. Isabelle's smile grew even larger, surely this meant the doors would be opened soon! Just then the Duchess made a small lifting motion of her hand, readying the drowd for the announcement she was to make. "Good evening, signore e signori. Welcome to my home. Please enjoy yourselves on this night of festivities, despite our situations. For this is a night of reveling... and revelers, we are!"XXXXXJust then the door just slightly in front of her opened, revealing a long hallway while entertainers poured out into the crowd. Isabelle shrieked in elation, ready for the festivities. Tonight would be a night she would never forget.
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Kitty Kat Rosetta Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 8:26 pm
 ζ uminere ɱ arrie Ѻ nnet ❝Somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination❞
•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´
Luminere smiled blissfully. She twirled once more, showing off her elegant gown to the golden mirror. "Beautiful! Simply Beautiful! Oh, Ms. Ariona truly outdid herself in the creating of this dress!" Luminere chirped. The gown was perfect for the masquerade, she was thrilled with the outcome. Luminere sighed as the chimes of the 7:00 bell rang through her room. The fun was about to commence. Hurriedly she placed her rose earrings (carved from pink pearls) in her ear piercing, slipped into her glass tainted pink shoes, and ran from her inn room down to her awaiting carriage. The bal would take place not far from where she stayed the week, yet, a guest such as herself should not be seen walking to the grand event. No, she would take her carriage, driven by her favorite horse, Rosetta, a white mare with majestic aquamarine eyes.
Luminere climbed through the carriage door and gracefully sat in the plush black seats. "The time has finally come, has it?" She sighed. Luminere had been looking forward to this even in particular for some time. It has been a while since she would be allowed to flirt with the handsome men with no consequences. She wondered what story she would play along with this time.
She can't quite remember when she last told the story of her true past. Always giving out imaginary tellings of her background, Luminere felt it was best to role play with untrue fantasies, and allow the mind to linger as to who she actually could be. When she describes herself as a far away princess's lady in waiting, the men have often told her they suspect she is the true princess, not some maiden who serves her. Luminere should answer them with a shrug and gleeful eyes, the imagination is a curious thing.
The carriage lurched to a stop beyond a grand building. Oh, how gorgeous it seemed, Though she did not yet exit her transportation. She would take in every sight of color and beauty, so when she did in fact leave, her face would show peace and serenity. Gripping her feline mask, Luminere smiled slightly. Tonight would be....different, there was no doubt in her mind.
•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´ Oº°‘¨ I think I've finally had enough ¨‘°ºO
Oº°‘¨ It's amazing ¨‘°ºO
Oº°‘¨ With the blink of an eye you finally see the light. ¨‘°ºO
Oº°‘¨ It's amazing ¨‘°ºO
Oº°‘¨ When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright. ¨‘°ºO
Oº°‘¨ It's amazing ¨‘°ºO
Oº°‘¨ And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight. ¨‘°ºO
[OOC: Dress: A somewhat version of thisMask: Similar to this
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 8:38 pm
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