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 Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 7:16 pm
((The following is just like the novel "The Silver Kiss" by Annette Curtis Klause. If you have read the book, then you'll understand the plot a lot more. If not, well I'll try my hardest to explain it to you without giving out too much so that it has to stick to the storyline.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 7:59 pm
Plot Male CharacterFor three hundred years since he turned into one of the undead, the cursed ones, all he wanted was revenge for what his brother did. He lived a prosperous life, his father owned a fairly large amount of land and his busniess was flourishing perfectly even with the depressing atmosphere of the 18th century. He was only a mere infant back then so his memory of he childhood before he was turned was kind of faint. All he could remember is his older brother Chistopher, his father, and his mother. Most of all his mother, having lived with her most of the time his father was busy. She was a outgoing person for someone that was living during a time in Europe where you were expected to wear dark colors. She was always laughing always smiling. And even as an infant, he was able to laugh as well. Of course he was able to laugh. As an infant, laughter was a requirement. Then everything changed when a man named von Grab came into their lives.
At this time, he was already about five or six and his father's business was growing more and more successful. So they all decided to move to a bigger house in the country. At this time, Christopher, his bolder brother, was probably eight or nine. Once night, while they were playing, his father came home with a man. Von Grab was a businessman himself and promised more profit for the business. So the man agreed and they were partners. Von Grab was at the house plenty a time ever since the deal. He was just so joyful when around the family. And Christopher adored the man. But there was something that was always so off about the man. And the servants were the ones that mostly noticed. His pale skin, his hair (which was easily seen as a wig), and the fact that he never went out at night. But either way, the servants never said anything and the family went on being happy with him. But one night, everything changed. In the morning, little Christopher was not in his bed and von Grab was no where in sight as well. For years, Christopher remained missing, and even though the family went on without him, they still searched.
A few years later, our male lead was about eight or nine, his mother started acting strange. It was as if she was able to see her first born son again. One night, our male was told by his mother to stay near the window. He stayed there all night, and his mother never returned. The next morning, his mother was found dead in the bushes in the garden with her throat slit open. At the young age he was in, he didn't understand all that was happening. So he had no idea why his father was so depressed these days and why they were suddenly moving to London. While there, he was pretty much spoiled. His father got him everything he wanted since his business was progressing more and more. And soon, when he figured out about his mother's death, he sort of didn't care anymore.
By his manhood years, he was pretty much living the life. He had friends that wanted him both for his money and for his entertainment. And the bars he went to were fun. The liquor and the women satisfied him. Then one night, while he was just plain drunk, he stumbled across a boy. This boy was unlike all others. His skin was as pale as paper and his hair was silver white. You could say that he was albino. But because was really drunk, he didn't care. The boy offered to take him to his house where his master would take care of him. But by then, he was passed out. When he woke up, he was on a bed and in a room where there were no windows. The man (who is von Grab by the way) took care of him till he was all better. But he was not allowed to leave. While the boy took care of him, giving him soup because he was catching fever, the male did not mind being here. Then one night, he woke up with the man caressing him to his chest. And a pain came to his body, mostly his neck. Blood was being sucked from his throat by the man. The man realized that he had awoken and told him to go back to sleep. This feeding off his blood went on for many days. Till the albino boy told him of a solution.
The solution. Change him to one of them. Change him to a vampire. A blood sucker. The cold ones. Beings of the night. The undead. At first he didn't want to go along with the plan, but he didn't want to die by the hands of von Grab so he agreed. So the albino boy, who wasn't really albino because he was one of them, changed the male. In no time, he was one of them. And he was slowly growing strength. One night, von Grab came in for his share of feed. Only to find that he was one of them now. The man was furious nd called for the boy. With von Grab's back to the male, he found his chance. With a sharp part of his bed, he stabbed the man and watched him shrivel to nothing. That was when everything was told to him. Who the boy was, who the man was, and what had just happened. When the male found out that the boy was his older brother and that he was the cause for his mother's death, he wanted out. He didn't want to be part of any of it. So with all the strength he had, he escaped, plotting for a way to kill his own brother for what he did to their mother.
For, he has hunted for survival, feeding off animals so that he wouldn't kill a human anymore. He had left London in search for his brother after the news of the death of his father. He was never able to see him, talk to him. Before the old man died, he would stand outside his window and watch his father slowly die of old age. The grief on his face from lossing his family. When the old man died, the male was able to get one thing. A family portrait of all of them. Him as an infant, his older brother who was only a little boy back then, his father, and his mother holding him in his arms. And all the while, he had started tracking down his brother, ready to kill him.
The way he tracked him down was through the murders. Females found dead with their throats slit open. That was how he was able to track Christopher. And this tracking, forced him to cross the dreaded waters to the new world in the 20th century. It's been three hundred years, and now he's close. He has found Christopher, but, stuck in a child's body forever as he is stuck in a teenager's body forever, he is so far from him. Christopher has brought himself into an orphange and is now adopted by a young couple. So the male cannot reach him. But he always there, waiting for the proper time to strike. It will take time, especially since Christopher is much more older and much more smarter than he is. All the while, he is shunned out of the world. No one talks to him, and he prowls the streets at night because of fear of the sun's rays burning him to his true death.
((If you have any questions about the male lead, please pm me))
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 9:36 am
Plot Female CharacterOur regular human. A plain old shy girl. But the thing is, she's dealing with a big problem in her life. Her mother has cancer. At only seventeen, she hates to see her young mother like this. So beautiful, but yet she is so frail. She is afraid of the time when her mother would just give up and let herself die. She doesn't want that. But on the outside, with her around, her mother is a brave trooper. Now if only she could be the same way.
Ever since her mother was diagnosed with cancer, our female has had more problems in her life than usual. Her best friend since they were little kids is moving to Oregon, so she doesn't have her true and only friend with her anymore. She won't have anyone there with her to grieve with when her best friend is gone. And ever since her mother got cancer, her father has avoided her. It is almost like he never wanted her as a daughter. Whenever they go to the hospital to visit, she is always given a shorter time with her mother than her father. He could stay all day, while she on the other hand, gets a mere twenty minutes with her. "She will weaken her," the doctor says. This is enraging her. But because of her shy self, she won't say anything. She just keeps to herself about her feelings because she doesn't want to stress her mom.
She is usually home alone now. Her father stays at the hospital for a long time to stay at her mother's side. She wishes to be there as well, but she knew she couldn't. "It pains me to have you see me in this conditon sweetheart," her mother told her one time when she went to the hospital to see her. But she doesn't care. She knows her mother needs her as well to fight through this. But again, she feels left out and lonely. She needs someone to talk to but no one is really there. She still has her best friend, but only for a few months till she moves. But even that isn't enough because all the girl ever talks about is her moving. How she hates it, how she can't wait, etc, etc. It is pissing her off. But since it is her last months together, she won't say anything. How she wishes for somone to talk to about all this.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:10 pm
So my rules are gonna be a few things. Most are a major of course. Follow the guild and gaia ToS. Keep Pg-13, romance, violence, the whole nine yards. Of course romance is a must! I want at least one paragraph in each post with at least five sentences. I will accept writer's block occasionally but don't make it a habit. That's all I can think of so yeah.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:12 pm
Jack Ira Mortuus  Count the fingers. I'm 327 years old Doctor says I'm a guy Now a few things about me I am quiet and introverted, I may be 300 but none of those years are memories I hold dear. My 300 years of Un-life have not been spent learning or progressing as they could’ve, no I’ve been plotting. Trying to find and kill my brother. It’s the only thing that drives me, though I wish it wasn’t. Sometimes I catch myself just wanting to find him so that I can have someone to be close to again even if for just a moment. I miss being human, I never wanted this, and I still don’t want it, I hate what I am. I’ve had plenty of relation ships, while I was human, and now they serve just as a stinging reminder of what I can never have again, and all that I miss. My life long story My life as a human child was quintessentially perfect, I was young and naïve, and so I saw everything through rose colored glass, everything was perfect, I was happy. Something happened though, a man came into our lives one day, I still remember it as vividly now as if I’d just seen it, it’s one of the few human memories I can still recall clearly. He stepped through the door, and I knew something was wrong, the way he walked and talked, his hair, his voice and his eyes. I knew something was wrong, wrong with him, and as a child I could never have known anything and I wanted to be brave. So I stood beside Christopher and looked the man square in the eyes, and he smiled at me; I knew with the most gripping condemnation that he was something bad. Following his appearance, I can’t say how long after, my brother disappeared. I didn’t understand and in my childhood ignorance I expected him back at any moment, expected that he was just gone for a little while, I never understood why my parents were so sad.
My mother was hurting the worst, as I got steadily older I realized my brother was never coming back and neither was Von Grab, I knew it had been him what ever he’d done to my brother had made him disappear; but I couldn’t tell her that. She refused to be comforted and then all of the sudden she was happy again, back to normal as if nothing had gone astray, as if Christopher was back. Mother told me one night as I was about to got to bed that she wanted me to stay by the window. I didn’t understand but I was worried about her so I obeyed, I waited there all night until they found my mother’s body that morning in the garden.
I remember how the days floated by, my father was distant and he would never meet my eyes, we never talked about anything that happened, and I didn’t want to. I wanted to forget, forget everything. That objective was made easy by my father’s money, I had everything I could ever want, girls, booze you name it, but I was never happy, because no matter how much I drank no matter how many girls I had I never managed to forget.
It was one such time that I remember being drunker than hell, I would take swig after swig knowing that at some point it would be dangerous, but that just made me want to drink some more, end it all and then I could finally forget and stop living my life through my memories. I don’t remember much after that but the pain and ache that followed testified that I hadn’t managed to kill myself. I remember the look of that room, and as a boy walked in with the strangest white hair that struck a cord, a tunneled image of him standing in an alley way looking at me. Had he taken me home? I wondered but I knew it wasn’t my home, I didn’t care. I didn’t want to go back to that silent depressing old man anyway. If only I’d known. I never got better, I was always weak and sore, it didn’t make sense but I didn’t care, I wanted to die anyway, it was a slow way out, but a way out none the less. One night, I wasn’t quite asleep, and drowsiness ebbed as cold fingers snaked under my shirt and gripped at my flesh. I still shiver at the memory, I couldn’t see who it was but its silhouette was too big to be a girl. His head came down to my neck and revulsion pooled in my stomach but I lacked the strength to do anything, pain struck like lightening in my neck but I couldn’t even cry out. Following that night I never slept, and every night it was the same or worse. The white haired boy finally came back one night and offered a solution. This solution.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:13 pm
J O E Y // N A T A L I E // L A R K S Count the fingers. I'm Seventeen years oldDoctor says I'm a femaleNow a few things about meFirst and for most, I'm a very shy person. I hate having to face people and speak to them if I don't know them so well. I freeze in a snap and can never find any words to say. Confrontations are the worst. I can never ever get what I want to say out of my mouth. There is just so much I want to say but the thing is, it's just so scary having to hurt people's feelings during confrontations. I don't like that. That is why I usually keep to myself. I'm very soft-spoken. Sometimes you have to come closer just to hear what I have to say. The last time I have ever screamed or yelled was, well, the years before my mom was diagnosed with cancer. When you finally get to know me and actually dent through my barrier wall, I am pretty friendly. You may see a smile on my face a lot, but let me tell you. Eighty-five percent of the time, that smile is fake. I rarely smile for real these days. I have to stay strong for my mom so now I must keep smiling like nothing is wrong. But still, I'm pretty friendly. Just don't expect me to talk so much or crack a few jokes when around me.My life long storySo a little about me. Um well to start off, my name is Joey. I know I know, why the hell would a girl have a guy name. Well my mom decided it. For some odd reason she was that into making my unique. My dad wanted Josephine, but in some miracle, my mother got my father to agree to Joey. Ah well, I sort of like it. Anyway when I was a little girl, my parents and I use to live in the city. My mom was a striving artist, my dad a work-a-holic businessman who still had time for his two favorite girls in the world. This part of my life, I loved so much. I was happy, my mother was happy, my father was happy. Then my parents suddenly decided that we move to another place. Somewhere smaller so that I don't fully grow up into the violence of the city. So we moved to a small town. I was about six during this time.
The first few years of my new life in this small town was alright. But it was quiet. Because of my whole shy thing, I found it hard to make friends. That was why, when my best friend Mandy, came up to me during the second grade, I was pretty much relieved that I finally never had to worry about making friends. During the years after I met Mandy, she did most of the work of making new friends for us. She did it during junior high, and she did it during high school. Unfortunately for me, some things are going to change for me.
One thing, it's the middle of the school year, of my senior year, and my best friend is moving. Her father got a job up in Oregon. And she's leaving when I need her the most. You see, when I was sixteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. We didn't know how this happened, but it did. I visit her, but my visits are usually cut short because the doctor thinks that I'm tiring my mother. She's my mother. I have every right to see her. And it pisses me off that my father gets to see her all day right after work while I get only twenty minutes and then have to leave. It is bull. But like I said, I can never say anything about it. Ever since my mom got cancer, my father has not been at home that much. And he hardly talks to me. I know he cares for me, but he hardly shows it. It's like I'm some kind of weight on his shoulder that will not go away. That's why I usually keep my distance. But sometimes, especially when Mandy is too busy to hang out with me, I feel so lonely. I just wish that there was someone that could share the same pain I'm feeling right now. So at least I can finally talk to someone about it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 9:45 pm
Setting It's late at night, about an hour till midnight on a January night. Jack is at the park all alone, plotting a way to get at his brother.
Joey is making her quiet way to the park. It's quiet at her home and she doesn't want to be alone in there. Her father is staying late at the hospital with her mom.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 7:22 pm
It's a dark night. And very late as well. But this did not stop Joey from getting out of her safe and warm house. In fact, her house was the one place she didn't want to be in at the moment. It was just too quiet and her dad wasn't even there. He was still in the hospital with her mom. God would I kill to see her right now! Joey thought as she got closer to the park. She was expecting no one to be around, except for the couples hooking up behind a bush (tacky) and the usual trouble maker kids smoking joints. She didn't care, all she wanted was some alone time that wasn't as silent as her house. Bringing her coat closer to her skin to warm her up, Joey took a right into the park and walked onto the grass to the benches near the gazebo. Little did she know was that there was another figure just ahead of her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 7:36 pm
Jack leaned back in the park bench, staring distractedly up at the sky. He mulled silently about where his brother could have gone, he'd tracked him all the way here only to find the trail had completely gone cold! Jack slouched further letting the irritation simmer as he now stared at the grass, his perfect eye sight picked out thirty different bugs crawling around just in his live of sight. Having nothing better to do he focussed on the individual bugs and tried to remember their respective names. spider, ant, ant, ant, ant, beetle, beetle, slug--nasty.. He leaned closer drawn in by the grotesque curiosity as he studied the slimy creature. Being so very engrossed in his slug-watching he hadn't even noticed the girl come up behind him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 7:45 pm
Joey was so into her own thoughts that when she suddenly saw a bright light in her peripheral vision, she was frightened. She stopped walking instantly and looked up to see where the bright light was coming from. It wasn't a car like she had expected, or a cop coming to walk through the park to see that there was no trouble around. No, it was hair. Bright white hair, like hair an albino would have. But the hair was not only the one that was so bright, like it was glowing in the darkness. The skin of the figure in front of her was the same bright white color. Maybe this person was albino. But there was one thing that she could not stop thinking, this man a few yards in front of her, was extremely handsome. She found herself unable to move a muscle. Not even the wind that made her shiver could get her to move.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:10 pm
Jack leapt up and spun around to face the girl who was still a few yards away standing stock still. Swallowing hard Jack said as he relaxed his posture as much as possible, I've got to calm down, i don't want to scare her, the last thing i need is a police report about me, then i really won't be able to find Christopher..
"Sorry, you uh startled me, i didn't think anyone else would be out here.." One look told him she wasn't a threat but he indulged himself in a long assesment of her physical features. She was pretty good looking, her long hair accented slightly almond shaped eyes and she had a nice figure too, shapely but not skinny.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:31 pm
Joey's eyes widened when the male turned to look at her. She had been seen. Crap! was all she could think of as the male looked at her before he spoke. But when he did, she was shocked. For a guy that looked, her age, the tone of his voice was much more mature. She found herself blushing, she had been staring. "Um that's okay. I shouldn't have...um..." She was at a loss for words. His features were just so amazing. His eyes were strikingly green. And even though his skin was so white, he still made it look handsome and appealing. Joey get out of there! He could be a fricken rapist or something! Fricken RUN! But she couldn't move, she was just so tense. And as she stood there, she could feel his eyes on her, looking at every part of her. It frightened her. And she could picture it now. Seventeen year old female found dead in the park If there was any good time to run away, now was a good time to do it. But again, her muscles were not moving and her eyes were stuck on him.
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