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 Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 11:59 am
EDITED BY LUNA:
Basically, this thread is to RP out the character you originally had for the OASIS LARP. Since the RP and Rulebook is dead, basically, just don't try and Godmode, RP your character out and be who your character is.
Don't get into technicalities of the actual fighting or what not. If a person is going to die (two people fighting) PM between each other to see what happens before you post. That sorta thing.
Luna
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:46 pm
Salmi ran her purple hands through her silver white straight hair. Her blood red eyes looked around the area, finding a castle out in the middle of nowhere. She smelled blood; this must be the home of a vampire. Salmi has never really seen a vampire before, and that sparked her curiosity. She crept closer, and sprang into the open window. The velvet purple and red curtains hide her from any who was in the room at the time.
Her hand softly brushed the curtains out of her face as she stepped into middle of the room. Her ruby eyes gleamed as the candle light hit them; she was in a woman’s room. She could tell by the scent of perfume.
Salmi held onto her long wooden staff, that was her only weapon. She noticed that no soul was in the room at the time, so it was safe for her to explore the parts of the room. She started with the closet, noticing the long formal dresses. They seemed like gold to a penny, compared to her own dress that she was wearing. She wore a small dress, cheep, and barely covering anything. It was a pale dirty cloth marital, but salmi wouldn’t take it off, ever it protected her in some way.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 5:00 pm
A long night of training and meetings ended with the rise of the sun's rays peaking over the mountain tops to light the jet black night sky. Inside, the main castle areas that were frequently used held the various vampire and demonic visitors who were outraged and came together to converse about the on going war inside and out of the set boundaries placed between them. As for what races were involved no one was yet aloud to know other then the elders who kept to themselves. If one were to make an assumption another would blame it on them. Madlax could have cared less, like many of the younger generations. Her position was to obey strickly one elder in the vampire line so that soon, she may also take her place as a leader if not an elder.
She's looked upon as a goddess among vampire girls because of her unique fragile appearance. Her mother, Helena a previous vampire queen fell deeply in love with a strong willed Angel named Dark, against the laws of intermarriage. In secret they had a beautiful baby girl with pale blonde hair and light blue eyes, unlike any vampire baby before them. The elder who was now taking care of her thought she would take after her father but, thankfully he was wrong. Madlax grew to know both her parents before they abandoned her at the castle's estate, the reason why was a mystery. She had a feeling the angels were involved but, kept it in her heart before the biggest mistake of her life would be made. Praying alone was not enough, she'd do anything in her power to keep the nations from engaging with her father's people.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 5:18 pm
Madlax made her way from the densely crowded gyms to go to the place where she thought she could finally be alone. No boys, or men around asking for her hand in marriage or commenting perverted remarks on how she looked, no stupid commoner accusing another person aloud, and no more young children running around or crying in their mother's protective arms.
Behind the chapel doors of the isolated church on the hardly populated east wing of the second story floor she could be in a safer haven untouched by the essence of the residence. She successfully arrived to the nearest stairwell serveral yards away and already seemed, exhausted. Feet dragged behind her as she pressed on ward up what felt like an endless staircase in heels. Sweat slowly slid down her forehead to the nape of her neck with every step. The black lights above lit her white gothic lollita dress brightly and the black silk lace entertwined in her chest region shimmered.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:53 pm
Salmi walked to the wooden door, touching it softly. She was deciding if she should open it or not. She pressed her body up against it, feeling the cold wood door felt calming on her flesh. She pressed her ear against the door trying to hear the sounds that came from behind it. Salmi turned down her crazy thoughts to herself and just played attion to the sounds behind the door.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:23 pm
She felt a huge accomplishment when reaching the top step, the hardest part had come and gone. Peering down the darkly litted hallway that led to the faded white doors at the end left her being not the least bit suprised that no one would be coming or going besides herself. Her hands rested behind her head as she continued down the pathway staring upward at the passing overhead lights. She couldn't hear them anymore, and that in itself was all she could ask for.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:50 pm
Salami pressed her purple body up against the smooth wooden door more. She extends her violet lengthy spider fingers out as they touched the supple aged wooden door. She could hear the sound of light graceful steps coming from the other side of the dark brown door. A devilish smile played on her glossed butterfly lips as the thought of meeting a real life crimson blood sucking vampire played in her mind. Her bare feet's toes curled as she leaned back on the rough dark purple heal. Her left hand slowly and lightly brushed the wood downward, until it touched the cold golden door handle that was very elegant looking with swirls of silver looking like vine leafs of a rose. Ruby is what gleamed in her eyes as they looked at the top of the silver vine. A ruby rose, it looked so beautiful and so carefully hand crafted. Her thumb played on the golden button on the handle, that if pressed would release the door, letting it swing open. The woman closed her blood red eyes as she focused on the sound a little more. She was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, like a cat stalks its mouse.
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