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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 2:58 pm
 I welcome, you my darling children, to The Children of The Goddamned Litterate Role Play!
We are The Filth of Humanity, and we are The Children of The Night. We hold they key to Humanity�s most foolish hopes and dreams. But we have not always been this way.
(Bela Lugosi would be very proud.)
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 2:59 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 3:00 pm
  "You must base your character off of the form below, or Massster will never accept you in! When you do fill it out, puny mortal, please PM it to my Massster! (Crucifixed.) Do not post it yourself. If you do, my Massster will be very angry! You do not want him angry!"
Screen Name:
Character Name: (First and last please, but not your real life name. Duh! Please try to use Norwegian, French, or other Vampirec like Country related names if you chose to start out as a vampire. If you want to start human, then you may chose whatever, but you must still have both a last and first name. I would suggest this link for finding last names: http://www.last-names.net/)
Age:
Sex:
Race: (Vampire or Human only.)
Appearance: (Don't say "avi", and if you chose to use a picture, don't provide just a picture.)
Attitude:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History:
Other:
(You may improvise some, but all of this must be in your Character Profile.)
List of Characters so far
Screen Name: Crucifixed
Character Name: Aleksander Rasmussen
Age: 2427
Sex: male
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Aleksander's skin is so pale that it is almost see-through. He paints his lips red, and puts a massive amount of eye-liner under his eyes. He doesn't, however, dye his aged hair. He did earlier in his after-life, but he found that his white hair made him seem more majestic.
Attitude: Very self-assure, and rather talkative. He doesn't care if others do not share his views, as long as they will listen long enough for him to sudduce them into his arms . . . for a sip of blood.
Likes: Blood, of course, but he doesn't need it as much as he used to. He also likes roses, silk, and crushed velvet.
Dislikes: people who find snooping in on other's business to be fun. The last time he found some one doing that . . . well, let us just say that they never eves-dropped, or looked at things they shouldn't have ever again.
History: He doesn't reveal much about his history, but if you sit down to talk with him, he might just tell you.
Other: Aleksander is the owner of The Rasmussen Manor, and also the oldest vampire in town.
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Screen Name: Crucifixed
Character Name: Olivia Granville
Age: 19
Sex: female
Race: human
Appearance: Olivia has long golden-blond hair, and pale skin. She has a "different" style.
Attitude: Rather morbid, and very quiet. She doesn't like to share her thoughts, but will if she must. Very artistic.
Likes: death metal, poetry, industial art, and a good horror book.
Dislikes: ignorance.
History: She grew up in a boring family, so at the age of 12 she ran away. She lived her life on a boat, and eventually met an artist in New York who helped her get her life back in order.
Other: none.
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Screen Name: Ze_Mole
Character Name: Genevieve Beauvais
Age: 1027
Sex: Female
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Her long black hair that reached her rear, her smal but full figure, and pale, pale skin draws most to her immediately. Her eyes are a winter-sky grey, framed by long black eyelashes. Her face has the beauty of characters in stories, etherreal and perfect. She usually wears long, form-fitting black dresses, elegant and beautiful, like herself. She never strays from the colours black, dark purple, and dark red in her clothing.
Attitude: She is very seductive to people of her fancy. She is outgoing, and is usually the "life," for lack of a better word, of the party, making people laugh, catching everyone's eye, but still manages to be mysterious. She is very playful, but not in the childish meaning of the word. Many people don't like the way she plays. A little too rough for most. To those she dislikes, she is cold, cruel, and unwavering. She is pitiless to those people, and they usually don't live very long lives.
Likes: Certain men and women, roses, blood, bondage, causing pain, her native language (French), rain, and cold nights.
Dislikes: Childish people, rudeness, and stalkers (she has had many of those over the years, none living after she had her way with them).
History: Her past is a mystery, very much like herself. The only thing known about her is her French royal heritage.
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Screen Name: ArtemisSnape
Character Name: Manuella Bontecou
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Race: Damphir
Appearance: Manuella is 5'4, approx 120lb.s. She has big brown curls in her hair down to her back and big innocent blue eyes. She is almost always in a blue, green, or white dress and boots to match. Her dresses are usually long sleeved and knee length, just eough to cover the mysterious tattoos that a select few have been able to see.
Attitude: Manuella is very cute and innocent acting, but also wise beyond her years. She's very friendly to everyone and gives everyone, whether human or vampire, the benefit of the doubt. However, when in a tough situation, she can hold her own.
Likes: greek statues, incense smoke, vampires, fantasy novels, writing, sex
Dislikes: mean people, particularly mean vampires, loud noises, birds
History: Manuella is a Damphir, however she was raised as a human by her mother. She never knew her father but she had always been told that he was a great man who worked to stop 'the vampire threat'. Truthfully, her mother was raped by a vampire. Manuella recently discovered that her mother may have been lying to her about her father, as she had an encounter with a vampire in which he spared her life because he did not know if she was a human or a vampire.
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Name: Blaine Caedres
Nickname: None.
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Religion: Protestant, Ex-Catholic.
Hair: Raven Black
Eyes: Light Blue
Distinguishing Features (Also has appearance description): Has a large Celtic Cross tattoo on his back in black light responsive ink. His canines are longer than average for a human, but not long enough to be mistaken as an Unsired. His hair is longish to where his bangs hang down in front of his eyes and the back and sides of his hair is to his shoulders. He wears a silver armored necklace around his neck with his name engraved onto it with his motto “My end justifies my means”. His clothing consists of a midnight black formal coat (including tail)with a blood red undershirt and cuffs. Black slacks that crumple a little around the ankles of his steel toed boots.
Personality: He is usually withdrawn, and can be mistaken for an introvert. When he is around people he is comfortable with he is very extroverted and smiles a lot. It takes a while for him to warm up to people unless they smell like something familiar. He has a phobia of harsh lights.
Weapon Set #1: Dual Colt M1911A1. He has a special built clip rack on his belt to where he can eject both spent clips, flick his coat tail up and slam in new clips in a quick fluid movement.
Weapon Set #2: M79 40mm grenade launcher.
Skills: Tracking abilities in large cities and undercities. Lowlight vision.
Weaknesses: His eyes are somewhat more sensitive than a normal humans, so harsh daylight and harsh artificial light daze him.
History: Blaine grew up in a partially religious family. They went to a Catholic Church about twice a month, said their prayers at night and so forth. His father was in the Police force and his mom was a stay at home mom. Blaine was greatly influenced by his father’s line of work, but did not like the set guidelines of the job. What he didn’t know was that his father was a spy in the Police Force. He was paid by the Irish Mob and paid very well. It was thanks to him that Blaine got his first job at the age of 11. He began with just small jobs, but quickly became reliable for his fast negotiations of the city sides streets and harmless but large network of acquaintances. On one particular delivery to his favorite Mob man, he was greeted with a present from the mobster. It was his seventeenth birthday, and the gift was very special. Two Colt M1911-A1 pistols. One had fine silver inlaid throughout the steel of the chamber and barrel, the other had the same Celtic like design but in ivory. This wasn’t just a present, it was a promotion. Blaine had been target shooting with his dad at the Police ranges and showed exemplary use in the American made pistol. His father had informed the Mob of this fact as proud as any father would have. The boy was now official part of the Mob and put under the wing of a famous Irish assassin for training.
Years later, he had climbed the ranks and replaced his old teacher as the head assassin for the Mob. His reputation was grim and feared, yet when someone would see him walking down the streets, they wouldn’t think it was him. Just some other weird Goth-type. He was still somewhat immature. Most could tell in his clothing style… but none dared mention it. He was the boss’ favorite. Nothing to be trifled with in and of himself… but with that added on… oooh boy. Blaine took out so many contracts it was said he couldn’t sleep due to nightmares. Not true of course, he felt no remorse for those he killed. He had been steadily moving away from his Catholic heritage and didn’t think of much other than work. The contracts he would take would only be high staked, very dangerous people. High priced. The numbers stacked. Blaine was never caught or even suspected thanks to certain police contacts and his own resourcefulness. He was made particularly famous on contract #65 when he killed 38 people in one night. All armed to the teeth. But something was missing. Everyone in the world makes a mistake at least once. On contract #66, his mistake was made. He was twenty at the time of the 'mistake'...
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 3:01 pm
This space will be saved for news about the thread.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 4:29 pm
GENERAL RULES
1. Keep it PG-13.
2. No godmoding!
3. Put the time at the top of each of your posts, please! It is easy to do, all you have to do is guesse how long it would have been since the last post. Very simple. I have never tried this before, but I guess it is called for in a vampire RP.
VAMPIRE RULES
1. Don't make your victem one of your kind untill you have watched them for a while.
2. You are invinceble to almost everything. The only thing that can kill you is the sun, and fire.
3. To make a human into a vampire, you drain them to the brink of death, and then fill them back up with your blood.
4. You must return to the Manor by 5:00 AM.
HUMAN RULES
1. If you are destroyed, then you have no choice in the matter. You will either make a new character or leave.
2. The same goes for if you are turned into a vampire; You are a vampire whether you like it or not. Submitting is the best way. Not to mention the sexiest way.
3. You can kill other humans, but don't think you are such hot s**t.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 6:14 pm
THE TIME IS: 6:30 PM. One hour before sun-set.
Olivia sat atop the roof of her art-gallery, text-messaging her grandmother in California. There was a ladder which lead to the roof, so that was how she got up. She was gting so very bored of this town, so she wished that something would happen.
((Come on, people, don't make me have to RP with myself!))
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 6:46 pm
6:31 PM
About the time Olivia sent her text message, Genevieve rose from her slumber. She heard the faint cry of a person, maybe two, coming from a floor above. "Oh Aleksander, must you begin the fun without me?" She climbed out of her coffin with ease, moving in a flowing motion like she had muscles in places she shouldn't have them in. Her dress, made of black and dark red velvet, sweeped the floor behind her as she ascended the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 6:52 pm
THE TIME IS: 6:32.
Aleksander was one of the vampires who truly enjoyed his food. He sat at a table, and stared at the two children as they wept in the corner. "Come now, my dears, it won't hurt too bad, so come hither," he said in his dry voice. He hoped these poor fools were not going to make themselves a boring meal.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:11 pm
6:34 PM
Genevieve glided into the room, and found Aleksander sitting at the table. "Oh, why must you start without me? It makes me terribly upset." She swept past him, the cloth of her dress brushing against his arm. She knelt in front of the humans, and whispered something in one's ear. The boy went stiff, his eyes glazed over with fear. She laughed then, a warm sound that made one feel as if exquisite fur was being run down one's body, in places that have a great effect... She stood up, and was still chuckling as she joined Aleksander at the table, sitting in a chair next to him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:16 pm
6:34 PM
Aleksander laughed, "what did you tell him?" he said in a rather sensual tone. He hoped it was something violent. The "foreplay" before the kill always excited him ever so much, and he was already screaming on the inside to swallow the children whole. He stopped himself, however; it was better if he had played with them.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:28 pm
6:35 PM
Genevieve laughed again, that laughter filling the room and caressing all who heard it. "I just told him what we were going to do to him. In minute detail. Isn't it great?" She looked at Aleksander, her eyes sparkling with that morbid humour they shared. Lust was another factor. Not just for the violence either, though that played a great part. She smiled, her vangs glinting noticably.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:33 pm
6:36
"How kind of you, my dear," he said in a soft moan. "Will you have the girl, or the boy?" he whispered, and licked his lips. He was almost tempted to touch this other vampire's hair. To feel it against his skin. Oh, how lovely that would be.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:44 pm
6:36 PM
Olivia now sat within her studio. Her grandmother had to pick up her pet cat from the vet.
She dialed in the number of her boy-friends office. He had decided to be an a*****e and leave the planning of his trip all up to her. He was visiting her, and she had speant the whole day geting things ready. She was worn out, and needed to go to bed.
((Ze, you are welcome to make a human character. It might make things move a bit faster, if you ask me. Hell, you could even make Olivia's boyfriend. blaugh ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:46 pm
6:36 PM
Genevieve pondered that for a second, looking back at the two frightened humans now cluthing each other for support. "I believe I will have the girl." She then leaned into Aleksander, her hair trailing from his shoulder and down his chest, and whispered into his ear, "And I believe I will have you after." She grinned wickedly and pulled back, licking her lips.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:48 pm
((OK, I believe I will. But not now. I hate profiles, and have had my share of making them for the day. ^^() ))
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