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Rainbow Conversationalist
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 Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:53 pm
So the Story Goes. . .
What you'd never expect seems to come to life here and the owner of this manor has brought you here for the reason that he believes you can stop it. . . or you'll die in the process. You aren't the only ones here though. There seems to be another person here besides you, the head of the manner, and his servants. Some harmless. . .and then there are those you're here to stop. Can you help the owner? Will you survive or die? Will you ally yourselves with the others or will you go alone?
Only time will tell.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:54 pm
Rules 1. YES, Gaia TOS applies.
2. Please be Literate, and what I mean by that is. . .:
-Use " 's for speaking
-Write in Thrid Person
-Do not use Chat speak in posts
-One liners. . . keep to a minimum. (or none at all)
3. PM ME ALL PROFILES!!!
4. No GM, PP, or Characters that cannot get hurt or die. Yeah... I don't want you to kill each other but... what's the fun if you can't hurt each other a bit? Maybe people will die, but that's towards the end. . . I suppose.
5.Be active, please (A.k.a. Try and post every day, or atleast once a week)
6. INACTIVE people WILL BE removed if they do not post for 2 WEEKS
7. I am the lord of this board. . . so I have the right to enforce my rules ^^
8. Romance is allowed if desired but this is kinda a horror rp.
9. Follow Guild Rules!
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Rainbow Conversationalist
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Rainbow Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:55 pm
Character Skeleton  Gaia Name:
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The call me:
I'm this old:
This is my Specialty, this is why you called me here./I'm here Because I. . .:
I am of this Race:
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My hair is:
I'll Tell you Why I'm here(Bio/History): [imgleft][/imgleft][color=put in your text color]Gaia Name:
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The call me:
I'm this old:
This is my Specialty, this is why you called me here./I'm here Because I. . .:
I am of this Race:
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My hair is:
I'll Tell you Why I'm here(Bio/History): [/color]
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:56 pm
Invited Guests, Residence, and Others! Owner of the Manor-
Maid 1 -
Butler -
Vengeful Ghost 1 - AlbeltheWicked24
Vengeful Ghost 2 -
Harmless Ghost 1 -
Harmless Ghost 2 -
"Evil" Demon 1 - X_Werewolves_Rule_X
"Evil" Demon 2 -
Harmless Demon 1 -
Harmless Demon 2 -
Guest 1 -
Guest 2 -
Guest 3 -
Guest 4 -
Residents of the Manor Ghosts/Demons "living" in the house  Gaia Name:AlbeltheWicked24
Character
The call me: "Vengeful Ghost" Reid
I'm this old: Looks to be about 16 or 15
This is my Specialty, this is why you called me here/I'm Here because I. . .:Murdered here years ago
I am of this Race: Ghost
Height: 6' 1"
My eyes are: Red
My hair is: Black
I'll Tell you Why I'm here(Bio/History): A long time ago he was killed here and ever since has been haunting the house. He can't seem to remember how he died or who did it but he attacks anyone who he thinks may have done it. . . meaning people he isn't used to seeing at the manner. He's looking for revenge for his unfortunate death, but also seems to have some kind of 'human' side that's hard to reach, but is there. He's looking for his remains as well, but had yet to find them in this manor. It seems as if it would be an easy task to calm this vengeful soul. . .but only if his desires are for filled. Until then. . .he's a killer looking for what he wants. . .and searching for the figure that ended his life that long time ago that he can scarcely remember but so desires to get his killer for. Gaia Name: X_Werewolves_Rule_X
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The call me: "Evil Demon" Tarlar
I'm this old: Looks 15
This is my Specialty, this is why you called me here./I'm here Because I. . .: Was assigned here.
I am of this Race: Demon
Height: 5' 5"
My eyes are: Silver
My hair is: Black
I'll Tell you Why I'm here(Bio/History): I come from an order of demons that seek only to terrify the pitiful creatures nown as 'humans'. My superiors sensed the fear and despair that hangs in the air of this place, and so they sent me to wreak as much havoc as possible. I look forward to it.Guests
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Rainbow Conversationalist
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Rainbow Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 7:23 pm
Shall I. . . Though the night was not here yet, the sky was dark and gloomy, much like him. The clouds were coming in quickly and soon enough he'd be able to move out of hiding without fear of the light piercing his spiritual form. He hated the sun because it was something that meant something to him in his living years. . . the years robbed from him because of someone's deed long ago, a deed he could neither remember nor cared to remember. . . all he wanted to remember. . .was who it was. . .that had taken his life. . .and where his body lay so that, maybe. . .be could finally rest in peace.
As he looked out into the world once more, he saw that the clouds were coming in heavier, darker, and the sun was almost completely gone. His time to move was coming. He was greatful to the clouds for casting such a blanket over the sun so that he may seek, once again, for the one who had taken his life so long ago. Though he was unsure that his killer may have been dead due to the passage of time, he still waited for the killer to come back. He was so hoping that he would come back. He wanted revenge. . .he craved it. . .and he craved peace though it be through finding himself or his killer, he wanted it. . . and he would kill and attack until his demands were met. . . He would go on for an eternity. . . searching for himself. . . for the one who killed him so long ago. . .but would he ever find this person? He wondered. . .and was starting to become a bit wear of his search. . . though he still continued.
The sun was entirely gone now, and the heavenly tears began to fall. The rain had come. . . very much like the one his soul had awoken to on that day. . . so long ago. . . .Kill you quickly?
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:03 am
Tarlar inhaled the sweet scent of rain, and smirked. The air really was as depressingly gloomy as her superiors had said. Her superiors... the senior demons that now watched her every move, so that every horrible thing she did they could see and praise her for it. That was what they did. Humans... pitiful humans... were are fun to mess with. They are so easily unsettled, so easily frightened. And it is so easy to make them turn against one another. Take that poor soul there, for instance... Tarlar spotted the ghostly young man and grinned, sporting a pair of gleaming fangs. She sensed his anxiety, his pain, and could only guess a great injustice had been done to him when he was living. The rain began to fall harder now, the drops hitting the ground with more force and in more abundance. Tarlar started for the ghost, but stopped when she was still half-hidden in shadow. "So, what's your story, boy?"
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Rainbow Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:17 pm
Shall I. . . He saw her coming but paid no mind until she was standing before him. She asked him a question and he simply answered, "I was killed. . ." He waited a moment, watching her, seeing as she wasn't about to leave after just that he went on.
"A long time ago I lived here on this land. . . my father owned the house and I was a happy boy. I lived liek any normal kid and then as a normal teen until the day he came. He made my life miserable. Made my father mad, ruined my family and then. . . He killed me and burried my body so I couldn't find it. I'm still looking and all who come here who do not belong, will be killed. . . understand?" He said, looking at her with rather angry eyes. He wasn't pleased to be bothered. . . .Kill you quickly?
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:04 pm
(No one's posting!!!!! D: )
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Rainbow Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:04 pm
Tarlar raised a brow and smirked. "Killed, eh? Well that's unfortunate. I can see why you're so moody. Still, it's not wise to make an enemy of a demon, capito?" Not waiting for or expecting an answer, Tarlar's icy silver gaze moved to her new workplace, the manor. An above-average piece of human architecture, it surely looked like a good place to scare the living daylights out of humans.
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