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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:05 pm
+The Seven Deady Sins,
& The Seven Holy Virtues+
ToC:
+ Introduction
+ Setting/Plot
+ Rules
+ Profile Outlines
+ Accepted Profiles
+ Reserved
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:06 pm
+ The Plot
& Settings +
The Sins are what ruins mankind; what plagues them and makes them succumb into temptation. They are the root of all evil and love to cause mischief and chaos. Whether they be more subtle Sins, such as Sloth, or more violent and outlandish Sins such as Wrath.
The Virtues are the opposite to the Sins, they are what creates harmony and peace among mankind. They help humanity on the right track, and oppose to sins. They are what balance the nature of the people, and bring good will where they can.
The Sins and Virtues are sent in mortal form on the human plane, to create havoc or harmony. They may despise their counter-parts, but none can live without the other. The Sins to the Virtues are like Yin and Yang. They are bound together as a whole. Together they create a perfect balance between good and evil.
When the Sins and Virtues are sent to the mortal plane, they are faced with a challenge- Like Yin and Yang, they are bound to their counter-part. What happens to one, will happen to the other. If one disappears, so shall the other- creating emptiness.
The two balances, Sin and Virtue must create balance in the New World. The Sins try to bring the world down to destruction and chaos, whilst the Virtues try to restore harmony. They are at a battle, influencing and convincing mankind. But what will become of them? Will the Sins step up and take over? Or will the Virtues stop them and restore peace to the New World?
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:10 pm
+ Rules +
+ No God-mod - Control your character only.
+ No Cybering - Characters may get over-intimate, but as it's against TOS to advice you in what to do, I'll leave it in your hands, and take no responsibility for said actions.
+ No One-liners - I expect at least a few sentences per post. It doesn't have to be a giant soul-eating post, but don't make it two/three sentences.
+ Pretty Posts- Try to make your posts pretty and interesting to look at~ However don't stretch the page or post gigantic pictures.
+ Post your profiles in the related thread - Since we are all in this guild, I think I can trust you to be sensible enough.
+ For OOC - Use {{ [[ (( etc. or a different colour. I don't want them mixed up.
+ No **'s for actions e.t.c - But you probably already do that, being in this guild and such.
+ DO NOT JOIN AND NEVER POST - I hate this so much when people do it. If you're going to be away for a few days, I completely understand. But don't just post once and never come back.
+ NOTICE: As far as rating goes, I rate this thread PG-16, there will be blood, violence, perhaps gore, and romance. If you don't like this, or if you're button happy and are itching to report this thread because it's "not meant for 13 year-old children", I have given you a fair warning, and I expect you to be fair in return.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:15 pm
+ Profile Outlines +
+ Please keep the answer and question on the same line.
+ Don't change around the code.
+ PM these to me. <3
+ You may change the colours to whichever you wish. (preferably your posting colours.)
"Hello, my name is (character name),
I am a (sin/virtue), but you can call me (type of sin/virtue: Gluttony, Charity, etc.).
I may hate them, but I can't live without (your opposite).
I like (What they're interested in), but I really can't stand (things they don't like.).
You should also know (anything you'd like to add.).
And this is what to look for: (picture, url please. c: ).
(Username) pulls my strings." + Main Sins / Virtues + + Lust / Chastity + Gluttony / Temperance + Greed / Charity + Sloth / Diligence + Wrath / Patience + Envy / Kindness + Pride / Humility + You may be another Sin/Virtue, granted that you have a counter-part as well. || + Introduction + Setting/Plot + Rules + Profile Outlines + Reserved + Reserved + ||
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:17 pm
& Reserved + || + Introduction + Setting/Plot + Rules + Profile Outlines + Reserved + Reserved + ||
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:18 pm
& Reserved + || + Introduction + Setting/Plot + Rules + Profile Outlines + Reserved + Reserved + || OPEN
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 9:55 am
"The more we are filled with thoughts of
the less thoughts we find of true romance" The last of the sun was slowly decending in the sky, smothering the streets with grotesque shadows and choking the amber glow of the streetlights with darkness. Gracefully, Nicholas pulled away the dark leather gloves from his hands and pushed them deep into his pockets. The day had been wasted away, and he could not find any lady that piqued his interest. Tossing his head to one side to move away stray strands of golden hair, he lifted himself from the park bench and began walking. He didn't have anywhere to go; he didn't have anywhere to be. Perhaps he would run into a woman of an incredible stature on his way
Night is only the begining, Nicholas thought to himself, walking unwavered as a cold wind rushed over him. If I'm lucky, hopefully I could try corrupting a cute Virtue. He smiled to himself at the thought of it, carfully crossing the road. The market district lay ahead of him. Women loved little, cheap gifts that dictated a so called 'love' to them - a few roses, a small teddy bear with soft angelic wings (Nicholas hated those bears) would be all he needed to carrry out his trade.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:52 pm
 As darkness descended upon the city, a slender figure of a woman was walking out of the of her apartment headed for down town. As she walked down the empty street the clicking of her stiletto boots dropped a subtle drumbeat onto the pavement as she headed downtown.
There were few people out walking as the evening began, but whoever saw that girl stopped and stared. Stella H. Cromwell was quite the beauty even if she was a tad intimidating, her wardrobe consisting of black on black clothing. With her blue black wavy hair, perfect porcelain skin, and most mesmerizing of all her almond shaped green gold eyes with thick black lashes she looked like an archangel dipped in coal.
Her steps were quick and light, graceful as any dancers as she walked at a leisurely pace running a delicate hand through her ebony locks. The descending evening was rather chilly and she wrapped her arms around her, wishing she had brought her jacket though she was dressed in a snug black turtle neck and grey jeans. Ah, I hope I'm not too late...Stella thought to herself as she checked her wrist, her gold tinted green eyes flickering to the tiny wristwatch she wore on her left wrist. Oh no! The girl thought in dismay seeing as she was late. Picking up the pace, she started into a ground eating lope her booted feet making little sound as she ran into the darkness her short blue black hair fanning out behind her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 1:45 am
Ebony caught the arm of the teenager and pulled him back onto the side walk as a taxi zoomed past where the blind spot behind the truck had stopped the child from seeing it. “Its better to have a small time lost and die another day. Why not just cross at the crossing and save yourself the trouble of dieing?” She said to the teen.
He pulled away from her grip. “I’ll cross where and whenever I want!” He turned and ran across the road only to meet the sound of screeching tiers and the honk of a horn before coming to the other side.
Ebony sighed to herself as she continued her walk to the city café, “Kids going to get himself killed.” her hair lifted slightly with every step she took, seemingly bouncing off her blue trench coat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 1:11 pm
Stella's quick steps slowed as she neared a dark alleyway, the black backpack she wore stopped bouncing up and down with her rhythmic movements. Her strange tinted gold eyes flickered alertly left and right, making sure that there was no one behind her as she took her first step into the alleyway and was swallowed by the darkness.
Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness for all she could see was a dark swathe of shadow stretching endlessly until it reached the end where streetlights held the darkness at bay. Eventually Stella's cat green eyes adjusted and she was able to see vague shapes in the dark. She treaded quietly here, she didn't know who else would be here and she did not want to disturb them. Then the beautiful young woman's silent steps halted, she had found what she was looking for.
Located between a large metal dumpster and a stack of large dirty cardboard boxes, was a pile of what looked like filthy rags. As Stella knelt down close to the dirty bundle she slid the shoulder straps off her backpack off, and placed the bag in front of her, as a elegant hand reached out tentatively towards the lump of clothes. But before she could even touch the pile and gnarled withered hand shot out and held her tightly by her wrist. Stella was not in any way alarmed though, she only smiled gently at the person beneath all the layers of dirty clothes as she pulled the tiny person up into a sitting position and she could get a good look at the person in rags.
" Hallo to you too, Doris. Come up and sit so I can get a good look at you." Stella said her accented voice giving away her English roots as she spoke coaxingly. The tiny old woman looked like a witch if Stella had ever seen one, with her stringy grey hair and obsidian black eyes that gleamed intelligently. Now that the skinny old woman was in a sitting position, the wizened old woman stared at the girl in complete disbelief as if she couldn't believe the girl was standing right in front of her. Stella only smiled at her bemused look. " What's the matter Doris? I told you yesterday that I was coming back again. How's the lupus?"
" S'all right...Not so bad at the moment..." The tiny bird like woman mumbled seeming to get over her shock. " Scared me half to death when I first met you, you did. Alf thought you were an angel of death, coming to get me with all that black."
Stella just gave a musical chuckle at the old woman's comment as she started pulling things out of her back pack and thrust them into Doris's lap, who looked away from the items and shoved them off of her lap, before she locked her black eyes onto Stella's green gold ones.
" Lissen here, I don't want anything you've got to give." The old woman said ruthlessly in her wheezy old voice. " You're a good kid, but I haven't fallen so far as to ask for handouts from a young snip like you."
" And you listen to me Doris." Stella said her musical voice soft yet ringing sternly with command as her almond eyes narrowed. " I demand that you use this stuff that I give you. You never asked me, I'm giving you these things because I want too so shut up and don't complain you old biddy."
And grudgingly the old woman obeyed Stella's demand, gathering the things she had given the old woman, a knit sweater, hat, gloves, mittens, and various other things that would keep her warm during the cold nights. Smirking Stella stood up and brushed the dirt off he worn grey jeans. " You're welcome Doris." She said smiling down at the tiny woman, glad that she had won the argument as she swung her considerably lighter backpack onto her shoulders. " I'm glad you like them. I'll see you again next week." And with that the slender young woman sauntered out of the alleyway and back onto the lit streets.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:37 pm
Smiling, Ire felt the rabbit struggling beneath her fingertips. Its soft fur was plastered to its body and stained with blood. She felt its heart beating and her grin widened. Then with a quick twist of her hands, the neck snapped. Ire felt a rush overcome her body and she sat back, staring at the remains of her neighbor's bunnies. She had killed them all, all 8, each in a unique way. Her favorite was slowly cutting them up with her trusty butterfly knife. The blood running over her hands made her body tingle. Such pleasure from so much pain, she loved it. It was that simple. Ire loved their pain, their dying squeals. Thou shalt not murder... She could see why such a rule was created. It was so much fun, if everyone was getting this rush there wouldn't be anyone left to kill. That would be a shame.
Holding the remains of the soft animals, she set them out nicely on the porch. She made sure each one could be viewed, there wounds more than evident. Then she rang the doorbell and walked down the alley behind the large Victorian house. The screaming gave her chills, and she laughed as the owner of the bunnies discovered the desecrated bodies. The owner happened to be a 11 year old girl. Hehe...teach you to talk back to me... She thought to herself at the memory of the little girl telling her she was dumb after she commented on killing the rabbits.
Ire's body wriggled with satisfaction, then she moved along looking for her next target. Her mind rushed through all the people she knew who had come to trust her. And the image of someone came to mind. A guy she had met about a week ago, who had hit on her. She almost exploded right there, but decided to play along. She had promised to call him. Might as well... She sighed as she picked up the phone, dialing the man's cell. The phone rang, and she awaited the voice of the guy she knew as Nicholas. She didn't know a lot about him, but she did know he wanted nothing more than to get in her pants. It might prove to be a wonderful opportunity for violence.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 10:00 am
"The more we are filled with thoughts of
the less thoughts we find of true romance" Nicholas's cell rang a few times before he could summon the will to tear his eyes away from a young girl walking past and answer it. Sighing, he lifted the phone to his eyes, shielding them with his free hand as he read the caller id. The numbers didn't seem special, so it was probably just another girl he had met in a place before.
"Hey, baby, you called! I was just about to call you, you know", Nicholas answered, hoping his lie did't sound too obvious over the phone. "So, did you think about my offer? Just the park and a light lunch. It'll be fun, I promise". Lust's games were hard to play out, but he knew the rewards at the end were well worth his suffering. Acting as a gentlemen, presenting himself accordingly - the performances would sicken him. It was as if he was the same as the virtue Kindness and Charity. However, it was his purpose in his human form, and one he could not renounce.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 11:00 am
Ire gritted her teeth at the sweet words flowing from the man's mouth, it was like nails on a chalkboard to her. "Really?" She said in heated whispering tone, " That sounds wonderful..Where should I meet you?" She tried to make her voice soft and innocent, hoping the man was as ignorant as he sounded on the phone. " These humans and their petty sexual obsessions...Its much more of a rush to kill then have your body intruded on with a big hunk of meat... She shuddered at the thought of her last sexual experience. The guy was a real sadist, he was almost as bad as she was. In the end though, he just didn't cut it.
She walked briskly to her house, a small dingy apartment building, and hurried inside. She went into the kitchen and pulled out her knife, cleaning it thoroughly and put it in its case on her mantle. Then she walked into her room. The place was a bloody mess, literally. She had plastic sheets over all her stuff so when she did finally kill her Vitim the blood didn't get on anything and ruin it. She wanted her deposit back later, and couldn't have it with a huge blood stain in her carpet. Picking up the now crusted sheets, she went to her laundry room and threw them in. Making sure she washed the sheets in hot water was the key, they were already pink so no one was the wiser when it came to the coloring.
After starting the load, Ire went back to her room and collapsed on her silken bed. It was a feather down bed with silk sheets. And who said she didn't have potential to be vanity or greed. Sighing, she closed her eyes and snuggled into her warm bed, dreaming of a date with a stranger.
The alarm was so loud that Ire fell out of the bed. Damn thing... She growled, throwing it against the wall to her left. She clutched her head and moaned, headaches as usual. She dragged herself over to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. A shower always got rid of her pesky migraines. After the shower, Ire picked out her nicest little girly outfit. A flowery white sundress with a red ribbon sash. She tied her hair up with a similar bow, smiling brightly into her mirror. She looked like the epitome of innocence, not a drop of sin stained her soul. Or so it seemed.
Calling up Nicholas, Ire told him what she would be wearing and where to find her. Then she started out the door, grabbing her knife on the way out and tucking it in her bra. Hi Ho hi ho, its off to work we go.... She hummed to herself as she walked towards the park. ((if people dont start posting on here soon I'm leaving. I really wanted to do this Rp!!))
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 2:44 pm
"The more we are filled with thoughts of
the less thoughts we find of true romance" Nicholas woke early, making his preparations carefully before leaving his small apartment. Making sure he had the right gifts, enough money and other necessities, he pulled a dark coat over his formal/casual outfit: a dark tie hung loosely around his neck, tucked neatly under a pale shirt that was buttoned to the near top. He pushed his phone into the pockets of his dark trousers, hitting the send button as it dropped. The love note sent to his latest sweetheart, and he left the door in a hurry.
Nicholas ran his hand through his dark, auburn hair as he waited in the park. A second love note, letting Ire know that he was waiting for her, and Nicholas began to fix up his appearance once again. It was a habit that was going to die hard within him; he couldn't help touching up his hair, or straightening out his clothes. The morning air in the park was the only place the air wasn't besmirched by the air of the morning rush hour traffic; instead, it was mostly carrying the intoxicating scent of the many flowers and trees that grew across the river bank. Leaning over the edge of a bridge railing, Nicholas watched the water surge by, wondering how it would feel to fall into the icy torrent, unable to pull himself out and drowning. Surprised by the morbid thought that crossed his mind, he shook his head, pressing his hand against his temples. He had no idea why it crossed his mind; perhaps his subconscious was trying to tell him something.
"Where are you, my desire?", he mused to himself, suddenly remembering why he was in the park all along. He raised his head up, looking out for a red ribbon sash tied around a graceful and fetching body. Truthfully, he couldn't remember who Ire was in the first place; he was lucky to be told what she was going to be wearing, and what he hoped to have the pleasure of removing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 4:58 pm
Ire pulled out her cell as she reached the park, a text told her that Nicholas was near the fountain in the center of the verdant city park. She smiled as she walked towards the middle, where the trees got really thick. Her hair was thrown up is a nonchalant way, and fell over her shoulders to frame her pale face. It was tied up with a crimson ribbon, and so was the waist of her dress. Her small 5'6', 108lbs body was sheathed in pure white, except that sash. It stood out like fresh blood, and Ire loved it. She reached the fountain where a tall, handsome man stood fighting with his hair. She suppressed a giggle. Silly humans...obsessed with their looks..Don't they realize its not gonna matter, they're gonna die anyways... The man cast a sideways glance at Ire, and she forced a small, shy smile. Thinking about killing him made Ire blush, and she looked down as the wrapped her arms around herself. When she got closer to him, she looked up and smiled. "Nicholas I presume?" She said softly, her voice quiet and sweet. The moment the words left her lips, she ground her teeth. The pureness of her voice had hurt her own ears.
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