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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 10:49 am
Crimson Rain
Introduction Think you know the food chain? In this city...you may want to think again. Yeah that's right bub, you're the bottom as far as this city is concerned. Walking the streets, thinking you're 'hard' and 'untouchable'. Well guess what? To someone like me, you're just fast food. I'm the thing that lurks in the shadows around the corner, hides under your bed and watches you.
All that crap about crucifixes... Pfft. The last priest that pulled one on me, I shoved it down his throat. Okay, sunlight does hurt us, that's no myth, but it doesn't kill us. A good sunblock fixes that one, along with a pair of shades. If you haven't guessed it by now, yeah, I'm a Vampire.
No, I am definitely not like those that you hear about in fairy tales. No, I don't sleep in a coffin, why the hell would I wanna do that?! I have a perfectly good bed thank you... And all that crap about living in a dark mansion or a remote, old castle? What the hell have you been smoking? If I lived out there, who the heck would I live off? I live in an apartment, I have a job too y'know. I work at the down town morgue. Pretty icky huh? Well someone has to cover up our tracks right?
We can't have all of you tasty morsels running around, screaming 'vampire' at the top of your voices. Mind, I love a good hunt, and the demoralising laughs you would receive off people who thought you were crazy for pleading for help. Oh how delightful...
We vampires though, have one major problem, and we have had this damn problem since the dark ages. The Lycans. Oh how I would love to rid the world of them, wretched hounds, cancer of the undead! My still blood boils in my veins thinking about the flea-ridden dogs!
However...myself and a few others have been planning, as have the Lycans, I would assume.PlotThe Vampires are currently at war with the Lycans and have been since the Dark Ages.
The Lycan's can choose to change on a full moon, but they don't know about the vampires unless they change.
The Vampires are trying to keep hidden as much as possible, only revealing their nature if they have to.
The Lycans want the war to be out in the open and for the humans to join their side.
Whoever wins, gets their way....
and the humans...
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 10:50 am
Rules1. No god-modding.
2. I even glimpse at someone flaming, I'll make them crap themselves with a taste of their own medication.
3. Unless you really are stuck, no less the 5 sentences per post please.
4. Spell properly damn it! Or at least try!
5. Please re-read your posts and make sure that they make sense.
6. You can edit your posts if you need to, there is no rush.
7. No cybering.
8. Don't post in OCC too much, just don't.
9. Please do not kill another character off without their permission, because I will find out and limbs will be broken. =3
10. PM all profiles to me, and also use URLs for images.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:19 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:33 am
Biographies of CharactersThis is where you get creative. Please write your own bio, and pm me with them, having the title as your character's name. Please type at least 75 words roughly.
Angelica
Angelica was a normal girl...about 132 years ago anyway. Born in the year 1858, in the time of the Anglo-persian war, she was born into an aristocratic family in England, who had allot of money and wealth behind them. As a little girl, she was taught the arts and the sciences, as well as a language or two, but being the typical airhead of a blond, not allot of it stuck. Being the bubbly person she was, she always had fun no matter what she did. Her older brother, David, was her idol throughout her mortal life and she loves him to pieces. Upon becoming a teen, her attitude changed ever so slightly, but not allot. She became more sarcastic, and this was due to the crowd she was with, but she still managed to retain her sweetness...sometimes. David had managed to hide the fact he wasn't human for ten years, until the day he turned her.
September 24th, in 1876, Angelica's 18th birthday, was the day he turned her. Angelica doesn't really remember much about it, and her brother won't talk about it, even though for the past 132 years she has been pestering him about it. Their parents died in a car crash in the December, a few months after Angelica's birthday. Not once did they suspect anything, about her or her brother. Every so often, so that suspicion isn't aroused, Angelica fakes her death. She has gotten pretty good at it too. The last time she faked her death, she threw herself off a building and broke a good few bones, and managed to look mangled enough to make the coroners think she was dead, which technically she was. She tends to do it every 30 years or so.
Now, Angelica works at the morgue. Well, she has to earn a living right? She may not need to eat human food, but she still needs a roof over her head. Not only that, she buys allot of 'Gothic' clothing, which tend to be rather expensive. Because she looks so young, when she is in the clubs, trying to pick up a bite to eat, it comes very easy to her. Guys thinking that she wasn't legal, and shouldn't be there, tended to go for her. Angelica only took the lives of disgusting perverts, they deserved it in her eyes. Due to 'yob culture', where idiots in track suits pick off anyone who looks different, she has had to develop some street fighting abilities, even though she detests that kind of violence. Yes, she has been in brawls with guys before, and being naturally stronger and quicker, she tended to beat them to a bloody pulp.
And this brings us to today. Or tonight should I say?
David
Memories, memories.. So many memories that flood the man with the alabaster skin when he thinks of the past. Of course, David is the older brother to his beloved little sister, Angelica, however if it wasn’t for his doing, his lovely little sister wouldn’t have remained so beautiful as she is today. Seems an explaination is in order.
David, was born on October the 13th, 1856; oh yes, being born on such a day brings such bad luck, but David had such incredibly good luck, it might have seemed scary. He was born and raised in a rich, well known family, was to be the heir of a large family business and was to wed a beautiful, young girl to carry on his family’s name. Goodluck, yes, very goodluck but not on one night when he was walking home from a little party him and his wealthy friends had thrown. That was when he heard the softness of a voice, whispering, alluring and enticing, but it was a male’s voice. It seemed a bit awkward for the young heir, to want to hear that voice again. He was taken away from reality on that night, on the 5th of November in the same year, a month after he had just turned 20. He was taken and his life was stolen through the lips on a man he faintly could make out from the darkness. After that, David often remained inside, never going out into the summer; his once beautiful tanned skin lost to the shadows for which he crept when moving about the house during the day. His family had thought he had gotten sick and they left him be, as long as he completed the work that he was requested of, nobody ever complained. David had a very clever way and making sure nobody found out about his ‘condition’. He said he preferred to go out at night because it was cooler, that if he were to become an heir, he should probably go to more parties, at night and get close to people he needed to. This pleased his father of course, his mother didn’t seem to mind but his sister, Ah, precious little Angelica. He didn’t believe he could love any women more then he loved his sister, or his mother. Angel was often hard to convince because she, strangely enough, wasn’t blinded by little lies, and so, pestering him made it difficult until he told her one night after she turned 18.
All he could remember was her screaming when he told her and the threat she made that she would tell their parents but oh how he dealt with that. He had bitten and changed her into what she was today, telling her that she could no longer tell anyone, because they would kill her aswell. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t regret changing his sister into one of the damned, if he hadn’t of changed her, she would have been resting in the ground with their parents, sleeping eternally in peace but the fear of being lonely for all his life made it painful and so, her life he sacrificed, selfishly. Angelica often bugged him, seeing as she couldn’t remember when she was turned, he had felt the same way, forgetting who had turned him, who took his body and mangled it with sexual desire and the firm piercing of flesh and the sudden rush of blood lost. That man stole him, the man who lured him into the shadows. Years passed, and David adapted well to the ever changing economy, the endless disputes, the wars. He could handle himself fairly well, and so today, here they stood. David worked as a nightclub manager, often standing on the balcony and watching his guests dance. Even back then, he was wildly known, these types of clubs were blood clubs. Humans lured there by vampires, and then eaten savagely once alone. Even though he is told often by the elders to keep himself hidden because he’s a favorite amongst the younger generations of vampires, he can’t help but flaunt himself a little in order to give a show.
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ElizabethJera
Bio: You look to the man next to you at the bar. You’ve asked about another man. The other man has a green Mohawk and wears Punk clothing. He is alone and doesn’t seem to want to be disturbed and so you asked the man, whom is a vampire like you, about the Punk. The vampire next to you replies in a hushed tone…
"That's Laguz...Laguz’s real name isn’t known. He was called Laguz for some reason he keeps to himself, but the name has stuck. In fact it’s become something of a possession which he guards, refusing to go by any other name.
1955 - 1975
Laguz often talks of child hood. He explains how he lived on a council estate, though which one he can’t remember, and in others eyes he actually just wants to forget it. Laguz was never one of the “boys” as such. He was often the one taking the beating as a child. His parents would often beat him as well, creating the rugged personality we see today. He would often scrap with other boys. At the end of the day he always had a spurt of luck that saved his face. His upper torso however is not the prettiest sight. All scarred and that, on his chest, back and shoulders. Even as a child he had scars. As Laguz hit 14 he had grown fast. His face was more defined and his face in general was quite charming. This caused envy in the other lads, who were not so lucky, and so they carried on their violence towards Laguz. However now Laguz was larger than the most of them, only a few were Laguz’s size or bigger. It was at this point, the man known as Laguz became the short fused Punk we see today.
At 16 Laguz’s life turned around. Laguz had always kept in line as a child but his father punished him for the little things. Laguz had enough. He began to ignore his father, and each time his father went to hit him, Laguz raised his bare fists, ready to fight. Laguz had soon repainted his room to a dark red. He often wrote on the walls about the thrill of fighting in white paint. This pushed his father too far. One night, as Laguz was studying, his father threw him to the floor and pinned him, and proceeded to beat him. Laguz lay on his room unconscious for an hour or so. His mother loved his father too much to speak out for her son. Laguz rose from his unconscious state coughing and spluttering. His face was bruised but luckily, as always, he had nothing long term. Laguz growled at himself for not fighting back but he could not harm his own father, though his father could harm him. Taking a large back pack, Laguz quickly packed clothes and a stash of money he had earned from a part time job he had taken. He reached under his bed and pulled out a large metal pole. He grinned. He wanted to leave an “impression” as Laguz himself called it. Putting his money in his wallet, he carried his backpack down stairs in one hand, the metal pole in the other. He stood outside the living room door. His father and mother looked at him from the couch. He smiled at them tauntingly. “Well this is it! I’m going…but I got one thing to give you first…” Laguz said to them. Then, WHACK, the pole connected with his fathers head. The beating had severed the last part of normality in Laguz’s mind. Laguz did a lot of damage that day. Apparently he smacked his father so hard, the guy lost his marbles.
Laguz lived rough for a while, sleeping on park benches and on the steps of libraries. Soon the police picked him up. He believed he was to be arrested for his father, but nothing was said about it to Laguz. Apparently his mother claimed it was a gang. He was taken to a youth hostel where he lived at, earning money and putting it towards his own apartment. At the age of 20, Laguz had a full time job and his own home. He was content but still he felt mistreated. The government had done nothing for him. His anger for the government and the capitalist system that Britain was in, angered him. For around a year it brewed and then came along Punk…
1976 - 1979
Punk hit Britain and Laguz was on the frontline. He soon had acquired his hair style that he is known for. He soon had bought his army surplus boots that he still has today and a pair of woollen tartan trousers but he had not at this point added the random zip detail. Laguz was soon going to concerts, getting ‘pissed’ and having a good time. Soon his love of anarchy developed from his hatred of the government. He was fed up of the system and anarchy seemed to solve the problem, in his eyes anyway. Soon he was involved with an underground anarchy network that often started riots at protests. Laguz soon learnt to hate the police and still does so with a passion. “Pigs” as he calls them, are tools of the government, in Laguz’s eyes, and tools can be used until they are broken, and he liked to do the breaking. It was around mid 1979 when things changed for Laguz again, but this time, on a much larger scale compared to ever before…
Late 1979 – Present
Laguz’s involvement in the anarchy group had attracted the attention of the attention of a female vampire. Laguz was renown for his scraps with the police and it was rumoured he was wanted for GBH. This alone proved to her he would be a worthy mortal to sire. She did not have a hard time with the siring. Laguz was ‘out of his face’ and due to the vampire being a female, his soft spot for women allowed her in. Laguz woke up more sober than he ever had been. He looked around. He was inside a run down flat. Laguz’s sire was a powerful vampire yet one of the most beautiful women Laguz had ever seen. Apparently when he first woke up to see her stood next to the couch where he was lay, he had said “Hello pretty”. He quickly received a slap from her. He soon learnt of who and what, she was. Her name, Laguz never mentions but his bond with her was strong. When he was sired, it is believed Laguz was given his name from his sire. This is the most sensitive subject of Laguz ‘s past, and so I advise you my friend not to ask of it for doing so it not smart with a man such as Laguz. His sire was beautiful. Laguz once showed me a picture…from how Laguz treasure’s her, she was more than just his sire though…just don’t mention it for your own sake. I was lucky enough to talk to him when he was ‘plastered’.
Over the following years Laguz obviously learnt a lot from his sire. Learning quickly, one of his human traits, he lived up to his sire’s expectations. However upon one night a pack of Lycans attacked Laguz and his sire. They killed his sire during the fight but all died at Laguz’s hands. His sire commanded him to drink her blood, as to free himself from any chains. Upon doing so Laguz had freedom, though he genuinely mourned the death of his sire.
Laguz travelled for many years. He was a troubled person. Travelling by night, sleeping by day. He visited other vampires, helping where he could, killing those he deemed as evil and slaying Lycans whom preyed on other vampires.
This takes us to the current, the present and leads unto the future young vampire. If you ever need a place to stay, Laguz. If you need help from Lycans, Laguz. If you ever commit a morally wrong kill, Laguz. He watches the city. It’s Vampires, it’s Lycans and it’s Humans…”Eden
Seventy eight years ago, I believe that's where we intended to start? Well, I lived with my mother. Don’t know where my father went off to, never really had a chance to meet the old man. He left us a bit after I was born. From what I heard, he wasn’t a man of commitment. My mother, she was absolutely crushed when that happened. So, she tried her hardest to make our life good. Working as much as she could to support us, trying to give me the best life possible. I didn’t ask for much, really. She just.. Thought otherwise I suppose. I really appreciated it, but now I realize.. Because she worked so much, I didn’t really get a chance to talk to her a lot or anything. She was a bit of a stranger to me.
When I came old enough, I thought it would be best to help mom. I went out and found a job at a local club as a bartender, making money so mom wouldn’t have to work so hard. Of course, she did disagree with it. She called it dangerous, but I know she was only looking out for my well being. I didn’t do anything too bad though, I mean com'on, pouring a few drinks, having the odd conversation with others, and so on. During this time, I met him. The person who I thought was the love of my life. His name was Jake, he was sweet and kind.. Everything you could want in a man. Little did I know, it was a mistake falling for him.
I worked with Jake, that’s how I got to see him so often. One day he gave me a proposition. It was something I shouldn’t have accepted, but I needed the money. I was to deliver something very important to someone. Who that someone was, I still don’t know to this day. It was late, and I waited for them in one of the deserted streets. They did finally come, but it wasn’t the package they wanted. It turned out to be empty. Instead, I was bitten. Changed Into one of those nightwalkers. A vampire. A blood sucker. Jake had betrayed me; all this time I was merely his puppet. I didn’t even realize what had happened at first, whoever it was. Had just left me there. Without a clue. It didn’t take me long to realize it though, the sun had begun to rise and I became weak. I hid back into the shadows.
I knew the last thing I should do was return to mom. I might’ve bitten her. That would’ve only made the situation worse. So I stayed away. I watched her a bit from the shadows, and it seemed a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She didn’t work so hard, and I don’t know but, that wouldn’t stop me from getting my revenge on that b*****d of a man. It didn’t take me too long to find him, up in a room having his time with a woman. I got rid of both of them, and enjoyed my revenge. I sucked that girl dry and ripped Jake's heart from his chest. There I left them to rot. I knew it was all in anger, but I thought he deserved it for what he did to me. That was long ago. From then on, I began traveling. From place to place, until I found David's nightclub. I met a lot of people in the city. They were all different, just like me. I was given the job. It seemed to be a pleasant opportunity. As for the Lycans, that's a different story. Alt
Alt is a highly respected Nazi general. He use to be married and he has no children. Born in Berlin, his family died in a fire and he was put in an orphanage at the age of three, December 16, 1808. A German Captain, who died well before the Nazis came to be, adopted him exactly one year later and taught him all about warfare and weaponry. All he did when he was little was shoot guns, do chores, and make his body strong. General Vinzenz worked his way through the ranks and became known for his strategy in battle. Then he disappeared. Well, that's what everyone else thought. A soviet vampire found him in the middle of the night and chomped down on his wrist. Vinzenz dealt with the changes in secret and never returned to his troops until the war was over. The only way they were going to escape the hell that was to be brought upon them was if their general took it upon himself to bite them.
November 5, 1876: General Vinzenz came across a fairly young man, probably 20 years old, he guess. It had been a while since he last replenished himself and this male was very attractive. Without another though, Vinzenz bit down on the guy and stole his human life.
Currently, his troops travel in the night and bite down on closet Nazis. Forces must be gathered in order to bring back the Nazi Party. Hitler's plan will be finished.RayenRayen Nanuk was born in 1979 to a waitress named Jaci Nanuk and a mechanic, Ryder Rivers in a small town in Arizona. The population was hardly over five hundred; a little place a few miles off the main highways that branched through Arizona named Clents. Religion was hammered onto the people with speakings of the sins of the outside world. If anyone knew the truth Rayen would have been considered the couples biggest sin, yet the information on her father was kept secret to save them from being shunned by their own people. Secretly the couple courted and kept up with lie upon lie of the birth of Rayen. A b*****d child born from a rape that the mother was too frightened to share the name. No. Rayen was a love child and after six or seven years Jaci Nanuk grew bored of the little old town decaying with manipulated words of God spread along to the brainwashed towns people the pastor kept in his hands. A few arguments shared between Ryder and Jaci on moving somewhere new for the sake of their child ended in a long train ride to Denver where Jaci took Rayen to stay with her grandparents. Working two dead end jobs one after the other Rayen watched her mother slowly start to wither away with old age and stress.
After a few changes when puberty hit Rayen was a troubling teen working 'odd' jobs here and there to help her mother and her grandparents. She was a leader at heart, at least that was what her grandfather would always say to her. None of them realized that in the future she would become something of the sort. Finally eighteen she headed off to college on a 'full-ride scholarship yet she never made it to graduation. To rid herself of the familiar faces of the class that graduated without her she moved to Fishskill, New York till she was twenty. Settled into her little shared apartment she encountered a few strange that widened her perspective of life. On a camping trip on the forth of July that year intoxicated under the stars straying from camp for a little break her life went down another path. She never stepped foot in that camp again. A few days later the young woman woke from what seemed like a terrible dream of glowing yellow eyes, pain threatening to break her bones and flashes of fever.
Nursed by a group of majority males besides the few females she realized that nightmare had became her life. They allowed her to adjust to her new way of living often restraining her from violent rages that erupted from her every so often. She was explained what had happened to her. What she was. She was attacked by a rouge lycanthrope yet the pack had gotten to him before he could finish her off. It took her three more years with that very pack before she came to terms and accepted who she was. Again the nomad woman was itching for a move. The high level of testosterone was far too much for her to handle; all the pissing contest and quarrels over territory she moved on and settled in the city she resides now.
Rayen took it upon herself to try and keep the lycans that dwelled in the city in order and safe. A few gathered at her side and thus a pack was born. Occasionally a new 'pup' who had no where to go sought them out for comfort, and that security only a pack could offer. Respected among the group she became the alpha female in charge. As war opened her eyes she tried to keep peace or pieces of her enemies. She would do anything to protect the pack even if it meant her own life. Fight after fight she realized how many rouges crept into the territory and how many of her own trying to seek a fresh kill that could think; either human or vampire. Trouble stirred and Rayen answered it with a force of her own. She tackled down those that broke the rules and rid her conscious of new blood vampires who didn't seem to have the brains to think before showing off their fangs in the face of an immortal foe. Presently, she owns a butcher shop to keep the kills down when some can not wait to feed the beast within them for a group run outside the city.
SalanicaSalanica, like many of the vampire's, starting off her life as a basic, innocent and un-tainted child. A child that would spent her nights watching stars or playing with her straw dolls, and at day time would play with her friends. Until the fateful night she was snatched. Not by any old person. But by her distant relative, who claimed that a legacy had to continue for them. And never to trust a Lycan.
Being only a child at the time, she'd of course taken those words to heart. That day, she was changed. She still remembered the exact date. October the 17th, 1865. Her family never even noticed the faint bite marks on her lower neck.
Years passed by for Salanica. Education soon became an issue for her. Being the 'freak' of her school had never been easy. Bullies would often target her for her ways of living, oblivious to the fact that they were taunting the one thing that would destroy them. And she certainly did. On the night of her prom, she made a delicious feast out of the people who had once pushed her down, sneered at her and would yell 'freak'. She felt a twisted pleasure in seeing one loose his control over bodily functions, the sound of the idiots screaming plea's as she sucked them bone dry of blood. Her blood-lust, despite her self control, grew.
And now, she is facing on her toughest challenges yet. Controlling her increased bloodlusts and urges, and to at least pass her first year at college without severe trouble. After all, since joining, she'd become more accepted by her fellow class mates... but they would never have suspected her of the being responsible for the disappearance of one of their class mates... she wrote in her diary of the incident.
My class is distraught at David's dissapearance... they all think he's been kidnapped... no... he's dead. How would I know? I was responsable for it. There's no point being blunt...
What can I say? He was a Lycanthrope... I still remember my cousins words those many years ago about them... I could sense that boy was one of them... I could make a feast of him. Though I'll say his blood was no where as tastful as human blood...
Ever since that entry, Salanica's lifestyle had never been more secretive.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 2:05 pm
Des snarled as she heard a ringing sound, she picked her cell off her night stand and groan as someone was calling. "Who may I ask is calling at this dreadful hour", she growled. She had only gotten a hour of sleep and she was cranky. "Can we talk about this tomorrow? I just got in and am not in the mood to discuss my newest book", she asked as it was her agent. "Thank you, good bye", she said, hanging up on him.
She turned her cell phone off and went back to back to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 4:02 pm
Laguz woke up groggily with a banging head ache. No it wasn't drugs or booze, both of which took huge doses of to effect his vampiric body, but the fact he was trying to regulate his body. Laguz wanted to be used to daylight. It had been a while and he wasn't too good at it. Taking a deep sigh, he used some sun block on his sterotypical pale white skin. That wasn't because he was a vampire. It was due to him being of Irish decent and not going out in the sun. Putting some shades on, he wrapped up. "******** sake..." he muttered, drinking from a test tube containing blood...
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 4:27 pm
Des awoke and stretched, "That was a fitful nap, but no rest for the wicked". She ripped out a blood pack and poured the blood into a glass, she sipped while listening to her answer machine. 'I don't have a job to do tonight, so I'll just talk to my agent', she thought, purring at the fact she finally got a night off.
She dressed to go out and armed herself just in case. She left her loft and got on her motorcycle to drive to one of her favorite cafe. "Why do you drive a death trap like that?" Her agent, Simon asked. "My life, my reasons", she answered.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 1:46 am
After spending around an hour getting up, Laguz finally left the house. He was still groggy but none the less he had a city to watch. As he walked he'd get the odd insult from idiots, people who think anyone in something other than a track suit is a target. He didn't bother with 'gits' like that. Not worth the time or effort. Moreover as they were in a group he couldn't simply start to beat on them. One would notice, no matter how stupid, that he wasn't simply a human. Giving them the 'one finger salute' he carried on his way through the city...
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 2:33 pm
Scarlet fought to pay attention to Simon's useless chatter. She sensed something though, something that made a shiver ran down her spine.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 3:51 pm
It was getting to around that time, when the doors to a world filled with nothing but music would open and allow humans and other ‘creatures’ inside. It was getting to about that time, the time was hitting around 11, tonight they were going to open early, special night actually. Oh how fun it was going to be for everyone, for the regulars and the newbies. But let’s begin with the beginning to the evening, shall we?
It was just hitting 8'o clock, the lights to the city finally breathing into the buildings and waking them with new found life, keeping everyone away from the darkness, what a shame. A man stood idly on the street in a tophat and very nice, black suit with thin blue pinstripes going down the fabric. The man didn’t seem to really care if he was gawked at, glared at, any kind of look he was given, he merely ignored it. Of course, the men who were unloading the large freezer truck didn’t even seem to care anymore, they had gotten used to their boss dressing in such a fancy manner. Who the hell wore a tophat anymore?! Then again, the men who were unloading the truck weren’t human, so.. That might actually be a reason why they didn’t seem to mind. David was the man’s name, who dressed so elegantly, his skin so beautifully pale, like the color of alabaster. David was tall, standing at an average of 6'0, semi-broad and firmly muscles, hidden of course under the expensive clothing; and oh, what deep, wild, indigo eyes. So charming and alluring, but mysterious. Made him quite a lovely thing to stare at really, or even fantasize about.
Looking down at his silver pocket watch, which seemed so old and out of date, he looked at it dully, he wanted to return inside where it was slightly warmer but he needed to make sure that his ‘shipments’ were all accounted for, the man’s attention being withdrawn from the ancient hand held clock to a big, brute of a man, poking his head out from the truck as he spoke, telling David of the extra packages that had been placed there. This of course caused the raven haired man to raise a slim brow before walking into the street, his dress shoes hitting the cement with a fine clacking noise that matched evenly with his stride. With a cane in one hand, he twirled it with his agile fingers, placing it against his shoulder, his gloved hand tapping the tip of the silver hilt with his thumb.
“ Well, that’s odd. Well, bring them in and check them. Make sure they haven’t been intersected.”
And with that, the man unloading the cargo nodded, making the nicely dressed male who gave the command turn on his heels and walked right back into the large building that had very thick doors and sound proof walls. Intersected? Oh yes, they were at war of course. He took no chances of devouring blood that may have been touched by a lycanthrope, contaminated by them and their need to kill so barbarically. Such filthy creatures they were, damned flee bags. Walking up the stairs and into his office, David removed his tophat and set it along with his cane down on the chair, removing his gloves to reveal the pale flesh of hands and slender fingers. There was a sigh when he moved himself behind his large, oak desk and sat down in the large, leather chair that was placed there. He needed to do some paperwork, fill out a little bit of forms for the shipment, give a few calls to notify that they had arrived safely. It was his job. The place he provided his fellow nocturnal individual was a haven where they did not have to worry about the outside world, where they were free to go when the sun rose and found itself peaking over the horizon. Oh no, they did not hate the sun, in fact they found it beautiful. Even he himself often doused himself in sunblock and would watch the sunrise and sunset. How beautiful, the world that they could not touch. The daylight world.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 5:44 pm
Des parked her bike at home and walked to one of her favorite nights. The bouncer allowed her with a wink and she went to the bar, ordering a cup of Blood tea. She paid for it and watched the people around her carefully.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 10:53 pm
“You’ve reached the darkness. Our business hours are weeknights from 7 to midnight. Please leave a message and we will try to return your call.”
Elizabeth heard her voice ring through the empty gallery, causing her piercing eyes to open with discontent. For once she had actually fallen into a shallow sleep, only to be awaken by phone. Grunting she jumped up from the concrete floor. Paintings of all kinds hung around her on the walls. Each shadowed in the darkness of night. A slender hand ruffled her hair as she shook the sleep out of the volumes of curls crowning her head. Grabbing her keys from a key holder in her office she started cleaning up and turning on lights. It was almost time for her open and tonight she expected a reasonable crowd. Elizabeth was to unveil her newest pieces along with a few other artists works. Smiling she unlocked the door and waited for the onslaught. Or at least hoped for one.
Her gallery was one of a kind. Being a vampire she hated bright lights there fore her gallery was quite dark. Hence the name, which she hated but figured it good enough. Funny how such an unoriginal name came from her. Shrugging, she turned the music on, closing her eyes. It seemed the night was hers and in that she felt invincible. Twirling about she made her way through the gallery for maybe the hundredth time. As the song came to a close, so did the small energy burst that had sparked her moment of dance and bounce in her step. Jarred from her thoughts, the supple sound of the doorbell, the change in smells and the soft padding of feet, Lizzy pulled herself towards the front of the loft. Her first customer had arrived and high time they did.
"Welcome to The Darkness." She recited the greeting artfully and with as much alluring charm as possible. "Let your mind go and embrace the art." She flashed a brilliant smile towards the young man and gestured with a pale hand towards the beginning. "In the artists wishes, please start from the here to get the whole effect." He nodded, and followed Lizzy's directions. Her smile drop as his back turned. Her first thought went towards the thirst but then again this was not the night. Wrinkling her nose she headed for the desk, changing the music once again. Something more suiting to her art. As the night proceeded, her artful show of words and charm increased along with the volume of people. Over a hundred had shown their faces and gaped at the beauty before them. This always sent a shiver of pride cascading down her spine. Waving goodbye to the last of the lot, she decided to have fun. After all the night called to her.
The sleek car pulled up before the night club, and her slender legs swing out the side as the door was opened. Giving the valet a quiet thank you, the vampire made her way into the throbbing room. All the life around her brought new smells and urges that usually she suppressed. Again she flashed a brilliant smile, she made her way to the bar. Tonight she sported a simple black baby doll. The fabric a silky midnight blue. This was paired with skin tight black jeans. Several looks were spared her way though she ignored them. After being near so much back at the gallery, she preferred some space. Though it was quick to change once she made her way to the dance floor.
Bodies moved as one, some with skill and others with, well very high sexual intentions. The thoughts she collected from those around her were far from appropriate and Lizzy believed the images to be sketched forever within her mind. Shaking her curls roughly, Elizabeth let the tension of the day release in fluid movements. A quiet smile curving her tempting lips. The smoke and haze of the room filling her nostrils with a wondrous burning sensation. She felt a hand loop around her waist and she twisted with a cold stare. How dare this stranger interrupt her? Scowling audible towards him, she pushed away with out remorse before turning her nose to the air. Soon finding herself out of the masses, she returned to the bar, ordering the poisons of poisons. Absinthe. The green fairy would do her good tonight. Vampires had a very high tolerance for alcohol but she still loved the taste and the seduction of how the flavor played with her taste buds. "Bartender." She waved again, waiting for the next shot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 1:21 am
Des whispered a greeting to the other vampire and sipped her Blood tea in a ladylike manner. She glared at a human male, who winked at her. He licked his lips at her and she flipped him off with a snarl. She was not in the mood for horny guys and very likely to kill whoever offered. She have looked harmless, but she was still an assassin and a deadly one at that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 2:54 am
[[VampiricGypsy92 Can you please read the rules on the main forum page? You have to write at least 15 sentences and also write them in font 9 or 10.]]
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(assassin look)
(Usual look)
