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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 7:21 pm
♥ blood&&chocolate ♥ ♥youputthespikeinmyheart♥
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 7:33 pm
♥ blood&&chocolate ♥ table.of.contents
♥ blood&&chocolate
♥ table.of.contents
♥ let.me.tell.you.a.story
♥ the.rules.we.hate
♥ &&.heres.our.players
♥ five.minutes.to.midnight
♥ the.world's.a.stage
♥youputthespikeinmyheart♥
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 7:53 pm
♥ blood&&chocolate ♥ let.me.tell.you.a.story
18th Century France. The Revolution. During this period of blood and violence with no end in sight, terror reigned free and those claiming noble blood were mercilessly beheaded in droves every day in the name of "reform."
Both sides, the Radicals and the Nobles, fought viciously and without remorse. While even those who opposed this onslought were cut down, another, more secret war was going on.
Vampires and Werewolves, thought only to be myth and folklore, do in fact, exist. They have been fighting since the dawn of time, or at least since history has been recorded. Ever vigilant in their staunch hatred for each other, they fight alongside the Nobles and Radicals, seeking to use this Revolution to their own ends.
The Vampires, more aristocratic and classy than Werewolves, side with the remaining French Nobles; acting as stealthy assasins and spys.
The Werewolves, wilder and bloodythirsty, side with the almost equally bloodythirsty Radicals, both for a chance to eradicate the Vampires and to spill blood- human and Vampire. ♥youputthespikeinmyheart♥
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 7:58 pm
♥ blood&&chocolate ♥ the.rules.we.hate
Yes, there are rules to follow. I'll be nice and not put them into a paragraph. You still have to follow them, though, or I'll set a clown to kill you in your sleep like all those MySpace bulletins say.
oo1. » I am God, ruler of Earth and creator of threads. Listen to me, follow the rules and respect everyone. That way Mr.Bubbles the clown won't come after you with a pitchfork. Three strikes and yourrrr outtt ! So ner.
oo2. » This roleplay is long term and literate at least. Don't like it then leave now. This means I expect you post daily (if needed) and when you join to not just let it die. Can we get this to page 100 ? That'd be awesome if we could. If you're going away for longer than 2 days then you MUST PM me or i'll think you've quit. So remember that please. Illiterate people should just walk away now. Proper grammar and correct spelling. If you're lucky and have firefox, then you get a built in spellcheck, if not then you should put your posts in word first to check them.
oo3. » Stick to the ToS, it's there for a reason. Yes I will allow cussing, everyone gets angry sometimes, just not every ********' word, kay ? Romance is deeply encouraged and we all like details of how tingly you get when that person kisses you, however, we do not like details of when you start making babies. No one needs to know. Gaia doesn't like cybering, neither do I. Making-out, fair enough, just no sex.
oo4. » Posting-ness. Your first post should be 2 paragraphs at least. A paragraph to me is roughly 2-4 lines, that's lines, not sentences. Every post after that only needs to 1 paragraph at the least. Font size should be between 9 and 11, as for size of headings, double the font size for your main text. Example, if I was using size 10 font, my headings would be size 20 font. Use a nice color for either the whole post, or just your characters speech/thoughts, just not one that blinds us all like yellow. Ew. I'd rather you type in third person (He/She/proper noun), but if you're really good at it, first person is okay. Bold for speech and Italics for thought please.
oo5. » Profiles. Oooo. Now these are going to be a bit more simple than most profiles, it makes everybody's life easier but you should still make them look good. Pictures are required for the profiles, not descriptions and anime only. PM profiles to me, as always. Profile title: && ii AT3 TH3 C0W WH3N iiT LAND3D ♥youputthespikeinmyheart♥
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:01 pm
♥ blood&&chocolate ♥ &&.heres.our.players Vampires Alexandre | Astin | Rousseau ii.blow.out.thiis.many.candles: A whole freaking lot of candles.iit's.iin.my.blood: Vampireii.chose.a.side: Noblesii.love.iit:
♥ Blood
♥ Quiet Places
♥ Reading
♥ White and Red Roses
♥ People who can actually hold and intelligent conversation
♥ Not being required to think extremely hard on thingsget.iit.away:
♦ Violence
♦ Arrogant people
♦ Annoying people
♦ Women who flail and panic at the slightest things
♦ Loud, noisy places
♦ People who stutter and hesitate too much
♦ Courtly affairs, such as balls and partiesii'm.just.the.way.ii.am: Though somewhat cold and bland when at important meetings or just generally around people he doesn't know or like; Alex is actually a pretty warmhearted and friendly person, for all he's undead and drinks blood.
He can be sarcastic at times, though his sarcasm is actually pretty funny, if you're not the one he's being sarcastic about. He also has an inborn habit of messing with people's heads, especially those that are easily flustered or angered. He finds it quite amusing.
When driven past his limit - which, thankfully, isn't often - he becomes cruel, remorseless, and somewhat mindlessly raging. It often becomes quite hard to restrain him while he's like that, though afterwards he remains silent and withdrawn for long periods of time, somewhat shaken and regretful about whatever damage he may have caused.ii'm.just.a.puppet: Kaito DakuWerewolves Humans Violette | Corinne | Beaumont  ii.blow.out.thiis.many.candles: Eighteen= Nine times Two iit's.iin.my.blood: Human ii.chose.a.side: Noble ii.love.iit:
♥ Intellectual Conversations
♥ Family
♥ Challenges
♥ Smiling
♥ Reading/Writing get.iit.away:
§ Ignorant people
§ Scratchy material, it's so uncomfortable to wear
§ Annoying people
§ People who think way too highly of themselves ii'm.just.the.way.ii.am: Let's see...where should I begin other than I'm from the upper class. I'm pretty friendly though my parents, yes parents play a big role in their daughters lives during this age, refuse to let me go out very much. I laugh and smile easily and I practically wear my heart out on my sleeve(which Mother says is a horrible choice). It takes a little while for me to get upset so I'm fairly tolerant of other people, just don't push my buttons. I've been bred to think highly of myself so I have a rather healthy self-esteem level that barely crosses the line to arrogance(at times). (Right now though, we pretty much hide out to make sure we don't get caught. My personality doesn't exactly shine there, now does it?) ii'm.just.a.puppet: xxredmoonxxskeleton.bones first name | middle name | last name ii.blow.out.thiis.many.candles: age, written outiit's.iin.my.blood: race, human, vampire or werewolfii.chose.a.side: If you're human; Noble or Radical, Vampires are with Nobles and Werewolves are with Radicalsii.love.iit: likes, in list formget.iit.away: dislikes, in list formii'm.just.the.way.ii.am: paragraph of personalityii'm.just.a.puppet: username[size=20][color=yourfirstcolor]first name[/color] [color=yoursecondcolor]|[/color] [color=yourfirstcolor]middle name[/color] [color=yoursecondcolor]|[/color] [color=yourfirstcolor]last name[/color][/size]
[imgleft]malformedurl[/imgleft] [size=10][b][color=yourfirstcolor]ii.blow.out.thiis.many.candles:[/color][/b][/size] [size=8]age, written out[/size]
[size=10][b][color=yourfirstcolor]iit's.iin.my.blood:[/color][/b][/size] [size=8]race, human, vampire or werewolf[/size]
[size=10][b][color=yourfirstcolor]ii.chose.a.side:[/color][/b][/size] [size=8]If you're human; Noble or Radical, Vampires are with Nobles and Werewolves are with Radicals[/size]
[size=10][b][color=yourfirstcolor]ii.love.iit:[/color][/b][/size] [size=8]likes, in list form[/size]
[size=10][b][color=yourfirstcolor]get.iit.away:[/color][/b][/size] [size=8]dislikes, in list form[/size]
[size=10][b][color=yourfirstcolor]ii'm.just.the.way.ii.am:[/color][/b][/size] [size=8]paragraph of personality[/size]
[size=10][b][color=yourfirstcolor]ii'm.just.a.puppet:[/color][/b][/size] [size=8]username[/size] ♥youputthespikeinmyheart♥
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:08 pm
♥ blood&&chocolate ♥ five.minutes.to.midnight
Date
january . february . march
april . may . june
july . august . september
october . november . december
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monday . tuesday . wednesday . thursday . friday . saturday . sunday
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12:00 . 1:00 . 2:00
3:00 . 4:00 . 5:00
6:00 . 7:00 . 8:00
9:00 . 10:00 . 11:00 ♥youputthespikeinmyheart♥
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:21 pm
♥ blood&&chocolate ♥ the.world's.a.stage
Our story takes place in France during the Reign of Terror, which lasted for about a year - 5 September 1793 – 28 July 1794 - and we have just barely entered it.
Seeing as the Revolution was spread throughout the entirety of France, it may take place just about anywhere in France, though it will probably take place mostly around Paris. ♥youputthespikeinmyheart♥
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 8:45 pm
{Here’s how it goes. You and me.}Violette stood back, her creme-colored and green shamrock-like pattern, dress torn. The shoulder scooped down, practically falling off her left shoulder. The radicals. Her hair slightly pushed out of its neat little clip, all she and her family could do was sit there and stare. Watch as their estate was burnt to the ground, ashes wouldn't even remain. Thankfully her family's estate contained a vast amount of greenery where the lot of them could hide. Her father, Leroux, planned that this would happen. He had prepared a cottage in the woods on their estate where peasant clothes would be waiting, well not really peasant but not aristocratic.
"Violette, Charolette!" Her mother called to them quietly, ushering them further into the woods. The raven-haired woman couldn't help but look back at the firey mass of burning wood. "Violette!" Finally said girl turned her gaze from the building to her mother, a blonde-haired and blue-eyed woman.
Violette's dress, creme-colored and shamrock-floral patterned, had been torn in the rush to flee the mansion alive. The walk was going to be a very long one but none of her family, a mother, father, two sisters and three brothers, minded. "I didn't expect them to find us so soon..." Violette trailed off. An amount of time had passed until she, her sisters Charolette and Fleur, her mother Marie, her father Leroux and her brothers Maximillion, Avery and Andrew made it to the quaint little cottage. Marie ushered the children inside, forcing them to change into the less lavish clothes that they were used to. "Leroux...did you summon him yet?" Marie whispered. Their father nodded, standing in small room.
"Yes, he should be here shortly".{But maybe this time. We’ll get it right}.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 9:23 pm
ALEXANDREASTINROUSSEAU
she walks the line into her deathbed rings;; i say she's all alone;; begging for forgiveness
i won't teach her to lie or make a plan;; that clairvoyant stare and grin;; god won't forgive me for this I know
tragedy unfolds tonight;; as you sever my skin apart;; take this sadness and close your eyes love Shadows danced beneath the trees, fluttering in the light sifting through the still half-bare limbs as the last vestiges of winter clung to them. Beneath these branches, underneath the cover of these intricate shadows, walked a tall, dark figure. He wore plain black clothes underneath his equally plain black cloak, the hood drawn up to hide his face. Less than an hour previously, he had recieved a hurried message from the Lord Beaumont, summoning him to their small cottage.
He was actually hired as a bodyguard specifically for the Lady Violette, to protect her from the radicals, as she was the eldest Beaumont daughter and would make a valuable hostage, if she was not executed first.
The rather long, and almost tiresome walk to the cottage ended, and he gently knocked on the door, just loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to alert any one who would think to search for them out in the woods. Within seconds, the door opened, and there stood the Lord Leroux Beaumont, who nodded shortly to him and gestured for him to come in quickly. Alexandre did so, lowering his hood as he went. The cottage, at least, was reasonably well lit, but not so that it was blinding to his sensitive eyes.
Previously hidden underneath his hood, his fine, almost inhuman features were exposed; including his coal black hair with the barest touches of blue in it, his liquid, solemn eyes; and the pale, almost deathly so, skin.
"This is.. Alexandre. He's our bodyguard, from now on. He's going to help us get to a safer place, where we won't be found so easily." Leroux said, nodding to his children, all but Violette hadn't seen him before. "But papa, how can one man protect all of us?" Fleur, the youngest of the daughters, said; her brothers and other sister nodded in agreement. This time, Alex spoke up, revealing his pointed fangs. "Don't underestimate me, my lady. It would take a hell of a lot more than those fools can do to even put a scratch on me." His voice was low and quiet, but his tone nevertheless firm, with a slightly dangerous and demented edge to it.
Nodding to the Lord Beaumont, he added, "Unfortunately, I had gotten here too late to stop them burning the mansion down, but I did see a few of your servants to safety, those that hadn't been caught at least. The transportation that will take you to Versailles will arrive within a day. There, you can stay with a.. friend of mine. She's neither noble or peasant, so you should be safe on her small estate." go deeper, i feel it;; i see your ghost appear;; go deeper, I see it
i feel your ghost appear;; i will say goodbye tonight (we'll sleep forever);; hold on, hold on tonight love
we'll sleep forever;; hold on, hold on tonight love;; we'll sleep forever
hold on, hold on tonight love;; close your eyes
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 9:48 pm
{Here’s how it goes. You and me.}Violette swept into the small room, the woman previously had been in the back room...helping her sisters get ready and dressed. Her deep eyes glanced over at the new gentleman that stood in the little living room-like area. She recognized him, he had met her before but she couldn't remember where. Her head inclined slightly at the sight of him, her beige-brown peasant clothes brushing against the floor.
Her raven hair hung around her face, trying not to stand out too much she had pulled it out of its organized form. "Thank you very much Alexandre...". Violette saw her father give a slight bow. For some weird reason it was as if her eyes were drawn to him, he was so...beautiful. The young Beaumont felt her breath hitch in her throat but it resumed to its normal pattern a second later. She knew there was no way that he was human, "There's no way...that you're human...," She whispered under her breath.{But maybe this time. We’ll get it right}.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 12:55 pm
ALEXANDREASTINROUSSEAU
she walks the line into her deathbed rings;; i say she's all alone;; begging for forgiveness
i won't teach her to lie or make a plan;; that clairvoyant stare and grin;; god won't forgive me for this I know
tragedy unfolds tonight;; as you sever my skin apart;; take this sadness and close your eyes love A few hours later, Alexandre pulled his hood up once more, stepping out of the small cottage. But a few paces away stood a small cart, laden with boxes and other objects. Nodding to the driver as a greeting, he shifted one of the boxes to make it easier for the others to board the wagon. "Best not look in those boxes, 'specially if you've eaten recently." the driver cackled, grinning in a slightly maddened way. After the Lord Beaumont had hidden himself amongst the boxes and other objects in the cart, Alexandre offered his hand to Violette, helping her on to the cart, as well as her mother and sisters. After everyone was settled, he took his seat at the front with the driver, signaling him to go. The cart lurched forward, the two plain horses that drew it loping along at an even pace, albeit a little bumpy from the worn dirt path they travelled.
Of course, they couldn't risk travelling straight through Paris, so, taking an eight-hour detour, they drove around it. After a particulary shaky ride over a bridge, the cart stopped, and Alexandre jumped down from the cart, going around to the back and starting to help everybody off. "Unfortunately, we're going to have to go the rest of the way on foot. It's not too far, and a rather direct path, so we'll be there well before dawn." Indeed, night had already fallen, and the darkness creeped in from the trees. Alexandre held a lantern, which drove most of the darkness back for eight feet or more, but also caused more shadows to dance on the ground, adding a slightly creepy effect to the night. Nodding to the driver of the cart once everyone was off, he continued down a small side path, motioning for the others to follow. go deeper, i feel it;; i see your ghost appear;; go deeper, I see it
i feel your ghost appear;; i will say goodbye tonight (we'll sleep forever);; hold on, hold on tonight love
we'll sleep forever;; hold on, hold on tonight love;; we'll sleep forever
hold on, hold on tonight love;; close your eyes
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:00 pm
{Here’s how it goes. You and me.}Her eyes squinted, she had to adjust to the darkness that was illuminated by the lantern Alexandre was holding. Violette took the sight in though she felt very on edge, it was as if people were watching. Glancing to the right she saw something reflective that caught the light for only a second before it disappeared. Ushering her siblings in front of her the family followed their guide through the dark forest. The young woman didn't mind walking at all, it was just being in the dark that disturbed her. Being guided by this ethereal man didn't make her any more comfortable...he just seemed unnatural.
Her mind struggled with itself, deciding whether or not to trust this strange man. 'Well father trusts him...That means nothing...'. The heir sighed to herself, such conflicting thoughts. A rustle in the trees and Violette's head snapped in that direction, something was there. Her little sister, Charlotte, squeaked. "Sh...," Violette silenced her sister as they continued to walk.
"That one right there...," A hand pointed to the eldest child of the Beaumont family. "I think that Jarrett would be most pleased if we brought her to him...". The second werewolf nodded in agreement before they slipped back, further into the darkness. They knew that Alexandre, all they knew him as was 'Vampire', would not take too kindly to their presence. {But maybe this time. We’ll get it right}.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:22 pm
ALEXANDREASTINROUSSEAU
she walks the line into her deathbed rings;; i say she's all alone;; begging for forgiveness
i won't teach her to lie or make a plan;; that clairvoyant stare and grin;; god won't forgive me for this I know
tragedy unfolds tonight;; as you sever my skin apart;; take this sadness and close your eyes love His dark eyes scanning the trees warily, Alexandre continued down the worn path, alert. We're being watched.. he could feel it, the presence of others, hiding somewhere beyond the trees. They shouldn't be too much of a problem.. as long as we're not ambushed, we should get there in about half an hour Still, this thought did little to ease his tenseness. Lord Beaumont can probably fight, and his son as well, but if they're werewolves.. most likely they'll go for the women Pushing these thoughts away once more, he continued on, the lantern light reflecting in the dark pools of his eyes. However, once more, these thoughts came unbidden to his mind. What if they attack Lady Violette? Now quite annoyed with these thoughts, but not showing it on his emotionless face, he mentally kicked himself. Why should I care? She's just a human.. and a noble, at that. All these frail noble women would be in tears by this time. Her, though.. she seems stronger than the rest.. Mentally kicking himself once more, he struggled to keep his mind focused and blank for the next twenty minutes, by which time they arrived at an old, ivy-covered and worn wall, which had an old wooden door set in it. Testing the door, he sighed. She just can't make things easy, now can she? he thought wearily. Handing the lantern to the nearest person, which happened to be Violette's brother, he motioned them back a little, then brought his left foot up in a rather thunderous kick. The door, being rather old and somewhat rotted, broke quite easily.
With a slightly smug smile, Alexandre took the lantern back from Maximillion, leading the way through the now-empty doorway. "We're here. She should be expecting us.. ah, here she is." As he spoke, a woman appeared a few paces away, also holding a lantern. "Well, come on then. I suspect it's going to rain soon.. wouldn't want to get wet, now would we?" She spoke with a slightly English accent, and her eyes gleamed like dark pools, much like Alexandre's. Her dark hair flowing down her shoulders, she turned and beckoned for them to follow her, leading the way to a rather well-sized manor house within sight from where they stood. go deeper, i feel it;; i see your ghost appear;; go deeper, I see it
i feel your ghost appear;; i will say goodbye tonight (we'll sleep forever);; hold on, hold on tonight love
we'll sleep forever;; hold on, hold on tonight love;; we'll sleep forever
hold on, hold on tonight love;; close your eyes
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:40 pm
{Here’s how it goes. You and me.}Stepping through the doorway, after her siblings, Violette glanced around and took in the lavish surroundings that were the place where they were to stay. The only noise, though, was the sound of everyone's footsteps. All seemed to be stepping at the same time which was slightly freaky. Charlotte was firmly attached to her skirt and Fleur almost doing the same if Violette didn't force her to step ahead. Her heart beat had calmed down considerably than when they were in the forest, probably because it was much more lit and seemed much more at home than the dark, dank greenery. "What was in the boxes?" Her little brother, Avery, just had to ask.
Violette, on the other hand, did not want to know. If it was going to cause her to lose what she had had for dinner then that would not be a wise item of information to know. Forcing herself to stare at the surroundings and try to tune out any form of response her mind, for the how many-eth time today, began to wander. And again her eyes rested on Alexandre, this caused her eyes to roll. 'Come on woman, get yourself together. You don't have to stare at him every five minutes. It's not like you're going to die if you don't see him'. She found these invading thoughts extremely annoying, to think of. Their family was in the middle of a crisis as it was and looking for possible suitors was, in addition to out of tradition, an opportune activity. {But maybe this time. We’ll get it right}.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:23 pm
ALEXANDREASTINROUSSEAU
she walks the line into her deathbed rings;; i say she's all alone;; begging for forgiveness
i won't teach her to lie or make a plan;; that clairvoyant stare and grin;; god won't forgive me for this I know
tragedy unfolds tonight;; as you sever my skin apart;; take this sadness and close your eyes love As his 'friend' led them down the well-lit hallways of her home, Alexandre glanced around quickly. Not much had changed in the last decade or so. Finally stopping, the woman ushered them all in to what appeared to be some sort of a sitting room, in which a fire crackled merrily on a hearth on the eastern wall. "Come on, come on now. I'm sure ye'd like to warm up a bit, it's cold out there, and it being the middle of the night.." Shaking her head in ridicule, she turned to Alexandre, waggling a finger at him. "That's just like you, Alexandre. Always travelling by night.." Sighing, Alexandre replied, "There were still radicals and werewolves on the estate grounds, we couldn't risk travelling too early!" Rolling her eyes, the woman also sighed and shot back, "And no doubt you would have been eager to do away with the whole lot of them, of course. Now off you go, you haven't visited for well over a decade, so you're going to work! I think Henri down in the kitchens will be needing a bit of help, with so many more people here now." When he looked ready to protest, she gave him a light thwack! to the side of the head, making him wince a little. "Fine! I'll go.. crazy old bat.." he muttered, turning around and exiting the room before he could recieve another rather painful hit to the head.
Turning to her guests, the woman grinned, saying "Ah, sorry about that. My son's a little.. lazy, and rather allergic to work. My name is Renee Roussseau, and I am honored to have your lord and ladyships under my roof." She curtsied, as was befitting their class, then straightened and added, "Your rooms are about ready, so I would be glad to show you to them, I'm sure you all are very tired after such a long journey." go deeper, i feel it;; i see your ghost appear;; go deeper, I see it
i feel your ghost appear;; i will say goodbye tonight (we'll sleep forever);; hold on, hold on tonight love
we'll sleep forever;; hold on, hold on tonight love;; we'll sleep forever
hold on, hold on tonight love;; close your eyes
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