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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:37 pm
[Image Collect.] End's Origin Main RP Theme: [ Link] Official Playlist (Spotify): [ Link]
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 10:58 am
The Story of Annie Quaid │ [ Theme] Annie hated people. Always. They were cruel, loud, pushy, and selfish. She had taken time off before college to rethink the world and what she wanted to do with her life - at least what she had left of it. No one dared object her decision. There were many things she wanted to do, if only she had the time. But more than anything, she wanted to be more than what she was. More than utterly forgettable.
She wanted purpose. She wanted power. She wanted more life.
Annie lit another cigarette. What was the point? She only had months left to live anyway. She watched the hazy coils swirling in front of her; that was the only reason she smoked. She didn't particularly like the taste, but she enjoyed blowing the little clouds into the air to watch them shimmer and fade. The smell of tobacco kept many people from getting too close, so she supposed that was an added bonus. It was a Thursday, her favorite sort of day. It was toward the end of the week, yet peaceful and still. No one was likely to be out - the teenagers had homework, and the suits had jobs to wake up to. There was nothing remarkable about Thursday.
Her eyes scanned the deserted park out of habit; the trees, the garbage cans (painted green in an attempt to make them seem more friendly), the lamps with their pools of light hanging about them, the tall - but not too tall - grass that blew in the warm breeze. Nothing remarkable, nothing out of place. Annie smiled to herself, basking in the moment. If she closed her eyes almost all the way and tilted her head just right, she could make the shadows dance.
And suddenly they were.
She frowned and strained her eyes, attempting to see into the gloom. Something was definitely moving about, skirting the edge of her vision carefully. It was playing with her, moving this way and that, swaying and then darting out of sight only to reappear on a branch or peeking from behind a tree. And then it was next to her, coming slowly from the forest. A moonbeam broke through the branches and illuminated a handsome man. His posture was somehow regal, his eyes showing depth and power. There was an energy about him that drew her in. He was magnetic. Impressive. Frightening.
Flight or flight. She didn't run. She never did.
His mouth twisted into a cruel smile. She blinked. Strong hands were on her, pulling her head from her shoulder, exposing her neck, muscle and tendons stretching painfully. Something warm spilled down her back. She had gone into shock and couldn't feel the pain. She blinked again, but her eyes never opened.
Her heart beat twice defiantly, and then was still.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 10:59 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 11:03 am
Prologue Aperçu: How Soon Is Now? │ [ Theme]
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 2:25 pm
A Story of Silvano │ [ Theme] This account is from a firsthand witness, Girard - the vampire who turned Andrea.
Girard's Physical Age: 27.
Actual age: 112.
Born in 1902, changed at the age of 27 in 1929.
Historical perspective: World War I was from 1914 to 1918. World War II started in 1939, just ten years after he was turned.
Documented fact: Silvano met Girard during WWII when they both lived in the United States. Eventually, they went to Europe and used the war to cover their excessive hunting, killing thousands of Axis (German Nazi, Italian fascists, and Japanese imperialist) soldiers. They played both sides of the fence (so to speak) and were heavily involved in it all. By the end of the war, Silvano had directly or indirectly killed around 11 million people. (The casualty total for WWII ranged from 50 million to 80 million.)
According to Girrard: Silvano is very clever and ambitious. He never tires of killing, whether the victim is human or any other creature. He willingly kills his own kind without so much as a blink, and he only turns those that he finds would be useful to him. He is very careful and secretive in general and often instigates massive wars in order to feed. He has in some way been involved in almost all major wars in history. He is older than almost any known vampire currently alive.
Girard split off from Silvano halfway through the war.
After: There are rumors that Silvano made weapons for both sides and experimented on soldiers that volunteered. He built the weapons for monetary gain and the experiments were on Nazi soldiers. The Nazis thought that he was helping Hitler try to build a super soldier, but Silvano was just using it as an excuse to torture and feed on Nazis for their crimes while getting paid for it.
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