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Twilight_misstress Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 3:14 pm
The village has succomb to the curse of a Vampire overlord.
It's curse is of eternal darkness without hopes of ever seeing light again.
But some have it worse than this.
There are some who have been caught alone and travled outside the village in hopes of finding a cure for the curse.
These have been given the worse curse, they have been changed.
They now have to deal with the undying thirst for human blood, of being unable to be near the ones they love without fear of hurting them, and of being unable to kill themselves to rid the curse.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 3:17 pm
So your choice of characters are:
The Vampire overlord ((note you custom your characters))
A human who is for or against the cursed ones.
One of the cursed ones that have been turned into vampires themselves.
You can give your profiles in a list or story intro.
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Twilight_misstress Captain
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Twilight_misstress Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 3:19 pm
He allowed the locker door to hide his face to the other students around him as his memories flashed in his mind in visions that were to real to take.
Whisperings sounded in his mind of voices long past a voice of fear.
His heart started to race and his eyes started to blink faster as the memories kept pounding his mind.
The voices getting louder...
' Bite her and let the sweet taste quench your thirst.'
"No."He said in a mutter, his lips quivering.
'Bite her.' The voice said again.
He licked his lips, his thirst longing to be quench.
He had to fight this, he had to break free of his past and the voices of the ones who turned him.
He slammed his locked door shut, the loud noise allowing him to quell his pacing thoughts.
Now with his back to his locker, he focused on slowing his breathing as the cold sweat trickled down his face.
People watched him and shook their heads as they called him a freak.
He didn't care, he had grown use to it.
Slowly he slid down and wrapped his arms around his legs, burring his head in his hands.
He was losing this battle.
He looked up from his hands, his face red from having pressed into his hands so hard.
The bell had rung some time ago, but he had liked to go home late, that way no one would see where he lived.
He stood up and collected the rest of his books than headed out into the moonlit day, the one reminder of the curse that haunted this town, and will always haunt his life.
He was one of them, a creature of the night, blood sucker, vampire, whatever you call it.
He was one of them and would always suffer being one.
Unlike the others he refused to drink blood of people, so he'd resort to cows or a potion a preacher had kindly concocted for him.
The problem was his thirst was stronger each day and for human blood.
That was his curse, to become a killer in his lust for blood.
He knew he couldn't fight it much longer.
A sharp pain and a cold feeling trickled in his hands and he realized in his reverie he had clenched his hands into a fist and caused his nails to break his skin.
He raised up his hand and licked the blood.
Sour.
More of the curse to keep him from resorting to his own blood, his creators had been clever.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:57 am
Age:19
status:human against the cursed ones, but willing to help those resisting their "condition".
story summary: He was, at first, Just another guy in his late teens, figuring out what he wanted to do with himself while enjoying life living with his girlfriend. Then the vampire lord came and cursed the town. He tried to stop her, but his girlfriend, in hopes of seeking help stepped outside the town limits and was captured and taken away, and changed to one of them. He was elated when she returned, but she was changed more than he thought. Not only did she now have the curse, but she embraced it, and as her act, dumped him even after the years they had spent together. He showed her the ring he had been hiding away for the right moment, but untouched by his words, he struck him down and threw the ring into the sewers. "to go with the rest of the human filth" she said. leaving him for dead, she moved into the vampire lords mansion, to become one of his many mistresses. But he survived, and once let out of the castle, he spent a year training so that he could one day fight back against the cursed inhumans.
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Twilight_misstress Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:31 pm
((Yay you joined, now you just need to post a reply to my start))
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 3:50 pm
Age: 14 real age: 19
Status: Vampire
When he was 14 the worldlord changed his village he watched as the people change and turned and refused to become one of these hideous creatures. He could not stop what he was becoming, the only thing he could do was refuse it with all his might but in doing so his denial got the best of him. No longer was he just the 14 year old boy he was a vicious killer, his mind had split in two he had no memory of even becoming a vampire and rejects the thought of it despite the evidence against it. He is under the impression he has some sort of sleeping disorder since he tends to black out and lose large chunks of time. Occationally he wakes up in a pool of human blood and doesn't really realize why he is there, instead of dealing with the problem he closes it out and forgets it ever happened. His true self is a shy little boy who could barely injure a plant let alone a person, but all the malice and anger is released when it is feeding time.
((I hope this is good, if it needs adjustiung tell me))
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 3:56 pm
The young man was out this day, taking a walk to relax his nerves. Then he noticed the high schooler trying to drink his own blood. He approached the kid, saying" you know that won't work. You need clean blood."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 4:20 pm
He looked up at him with eyes darkened from craze this curse caused him.
There was also a hint of shock in his looks, for this was the first time someone had spoken to him.
Turning his eyes upon the guys neck he saw the veins pumping the precious life blood he so desired to drink.
He had to leave, being here any longer would cause him to lash out at the innocent human.
Jumping to his feet he pushed him away and took off running.
He had to find the preacher before something he'd regret for the rest of his life would happen.
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Twilight_misstress Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 6:18 pm
The small figure walked around the night, his long dark hair flowing lightly behind him as he trodded on slowly. His pale skin ever whiter from the effects of the moon. To most he just looked like a normal preteen nothing out of the ordinary. That was also the image he had of himself. Having forgoten anything to do with his vampire side he lived a normal life. The only thing that seemed a little out of the way was the fact he never really seemed to get older but most knew his real age so not many accually noticed, and those who did shrugged it off as nothing more than "good genes". As he moved forward his soft green eyes traced the area a few street lights and passing cars where mostly what lit the way for him.
He was on his way to the market to get some groceries, never realizing food did him no good. After a while his hunger gradually got worse and he began to feel dizzy, he sniffed the air lightly and the smell of fresh blood was close, very close. His animosity took over and he lunged forward attacking the small creature, it was a small dog who had just been injured in a scrap and was bleeding. After a few moments the poor creature had been laid to rest and he collapsed over on the being. After a few minutes he ragained himself, noticing what had happened he let out a scream and ran off, the front of his shirt now covered in blood. He hid behind a nearby dumpster and shook back and forth trying his hardest to supress the new memory.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 7:12 pm
the kid was running, but it was so slow, he had a greater hunger than the young man had expected. He caught up to the boy and grabbed his shoulder, to prevent him from escaping. He held out a pint of blood in a hospital bag, the type they take donations in, for the boy."Important to be prepared." he said to the boy with a wink.
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Twilight_misstress Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 7:17 pm
"Get that away from me!"He hissed, pushing the bag away.
"Don't you understand, I can't drink human blood or I will become a mindless killer once that taste falls upon my tounge."He informed with a stern look.
He than ran again, his hope growing a little when he saw the steple nearby.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 7:29 pm
He chased, wanting to help."it's artificial!" he yelled after the boy."what did you think I mean by 'clean blood? It was made in a lab for those like yourself, it has the nutrients you need with no human matter."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:07 pm
He came to once again and moved from behind the dumpster and cleared his mind and convinced himself he just had an accident he passed out and landed on the animal. He seen the small amount of blood on his shirt and covered it up with his coat, feeling he no longer needed something to eat he headed back to his house. Trying not to think about it onthe way home.
"Nothing happened." The soft voice said, denial was the way he lived, and it was one of his worst enemies and allies.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 9:06 am
Shisho kept running though, he had to.
He couldn't afford being near a human even if they offered "clean" blood.
'There's nothing clean about it, I wouldn't have been drinking it if it weren't for this curse.'He thought to himself.
The preacher was his only hope, he had the means to quench his thirst and a way to stop him if it didn't work.
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Twilight_misstress Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 12:14 pm
he realized the boy would stop, so he stopped talking and instead just followed. If the kid had somewhere to go, there would be a possible ally there. he eventually followed him into a steeple. "what's in there for him?" he thought.
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