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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:05 pm
Well, as I glance over the Roleplaying forum, it doesn`t seem that any one RP is currently active, so I figured i`d give it a shot personally.
The Story
The Setting would be around the time the Ghouls had just started appearing, but before Millenium had made himself known. Roughly just after the boarder scrimmage. It`s obviously altering from Hellsings actual plot- well... just call it behind the scenes.
Characters
No Actual characters are needed for this roleplay- meaning any and all of them are welcome to join in. It`s on a first come, first serve basis, just post your:
Username:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance:
Pasts, weapons, personalities are all nice as well if you`d like it to be known, but obviously part of the fun to roleplaying is to thrive to learn more about the other persons character.
Taken Characters
Father Alexander Anderson - Father_AlexanderAnderson
Rule
1.
Please don’t border your posts with * it is very unprofessional, and will cause a searing pain though your fingers if you do. (I.E *Raddison turned to walk back inside*)
2.
Please try to post at least two small paragraphs; a paragraph being at least four sentences.
3.
Watch what you say. The site isn’t exactly a kids RP, as there will be swearing but keep it reasonable. Some words are purely unacceptable (such as racial slurs)
4.
As for how far 'romantic moments can go', they`re welcome. Keep it vague though. No one really wants to see that Xx;; Take it to PMs if you`re really that desperate. O_o;
5.
No godmoding- Meaning don’t control other people’s characters, you can’t choose how someone will react unless you ask their permission. And you can’t decide to automatically win in a struggle, or be an all powerful character that can only be killed by the blow of the almighty golden spork.
6.
Fighting between two characters is based purely on skill, and who appears to be overpowering the other without godmoding.
Besides that, enjoy, and hopefully this`ll be able to make if off the ground!
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:06 pm
Thin whisps of dancing breath frozen upon the well known chill air of Ireland, passed eyes well guarded from the eyes of the world, by it`s own lenses. His own breath marring the shields in front of his eyes- fogging his glasses. Causing the Priest to tilt his head forward glancing over the thin silver rims. Slow smooth hisses of crisp fabric against fabric was the only sound which broke upon the early morning of the quaint town. Very few wished to walk n the cold of Ireland, and fewer still who wished to be up at this hour of the morn. Besides the whores and drunkards that constantly littered the streets. Aye, the evils of man, has corrupted even the smallest parts of the world. Everywhere the paladin looked he saw sins being committed. He had long ago decided to let them slip, small sins of mankind would be rebuked upon the grace of god… he was not the one to try to set the world straight..
So he continued to walk his vibrant jade eyes turned skyward as he let himself get lost in his own thoughts, let his breath dance before him, be his only company. He walked with no fear of this sinners- mind you he knew that no murderer or mugger would hesitate to attack a priest, but he relaxed knowing that he himself was quite intimidating to behold.. Indeed standing at 7’7 he would well dwarf anyone who wish to try their luck with him. A sharp, all to insane grin slid playfully across his lips, rows of pale white teeth flashing against the darkness, his hand coming up to absent mindedly scratch his chin. He welcomed any who wished to .. play with him. There was very few who could ever stand up to him- a mans shield- his confidence, his gun, was nothing that could strike him down.. and so he walked within the darkness without fear.
He wished his mind would do the same- to still within the night and take the experience of solitude as a blessing, but it was hardly the case. He was already missing Ferdinant Luke`s ( the orphanage) and it had hardly been a day. He lived for god- but second to him he lived to his children.. he protected the world for their sake.. to make sure that they like all else wouldn’t fall to common sin. He knew that he could only do so much, but at least he`d do that. A slight sigh passed the stilled lips of the mad man. The puff of breath caressed his pale skin for a brief moment before falling once more behind him. He was send here however as a punishment he knew… he was told it was because there was reportings of more vampire sightings, but he had doubted it the moment he had heard. Enrico Maxwell had been well mad at him.. for letting Hellsing`s Dog Alucard live, and for not even putting an end to the onslaught of Ghouls, and Freaks. Iscariot had been tarnished, and Hellsing though seen in the eyes of the public as the enemy, was now known behind the scenes as the savors, This was soley blamed on him.. after all he was the one sent out to fix it all.
He had been within Northern Ireland for a day, no less, but it was as still as always, no sightings of any vampires, any destruction, or any disturbance of any sort. He was simply sent away, to be away so to speak. He was being punished in the one way that would actually effect him- he was being separated from his only home. Yawning stretching out his arms, his walking slowed as the ear catching sound of drunken laughter and song drifted to him above his thoughts. Turning his head to the side, the lenses of his glasses catching the light of the only lively building, he peering inside spotting instantly what it was. A Tavern.. his crooked grin snapped across his lips in mere amusement. He should have guessed..
Scanning the front of the building once again, trying to find any signs of identification. He was admittingly lost in thought and had lost where he was.. a small wooden sign hanging in solitude above the wooden door, gave the small establishment a title. “The Saint`s Prayer.” Cocking a brow, he stared at the sign in question, his lips stilling for a moment before parting in laughter. His grey clad shoulders shaking in mirth. Such sacrilegious slurs would at one point upset him- now it was just another daily amusement. His lips parted in speech, his pressing jade eyes stilled placed upon the sign.. his words dragged out in amusement.
“Whit ah fitting place tae sit…”
Pressing the door open, he subconsciously ducked to enter the building, his eyes falling forfeit for a moment as the sudden light temporarily blinded him, his gloved hand coming up over his brow to provide some shade, he made out the shape of the bar. Walking silently towards the barstool as his arm fell to his side once again, ignorant to the sudden hush that fell over the tavern at his startling presence. He was well use to such a response and no longer even acknowledged it. It was never long before the residence would catch their bearings and place a blind eyes towards him once again. The bartender however hadn`t noticed his new guest enter, he was busy wiping a dirty glass with an even dirtier rag- as all bartenders seem to be doing. This however was an excellent chance- being able to spot them when needed. His smart grin mischievously crawled upon his lips.
“Whit du ah `ave tae du fer some service?”
“What will you ha-”
Words spoken by habit where cut off, as the sound of breaking glass took it`s place. The bartender looked down at his feet where upon the glass he had been trying vainly to clean had slipped form his hands- his eyes snapped back to the priests once more however, his hand twitching in hesitation. Anderson only grinned further, leaning upon the countertop- nearly coming face to face with the man standing well behind. His glasses flashing once more, obscuring his vibrant eyes.
“Ah Ale.. in ah cleen glass..”
Pointing downwards towards his feet indicating the glass he had been trying to clean, his grin only broadening, the bartender looking at his feet obediently looked back up at him his expression completely blank. Laughter broke his silence. The man only continued to stare, trying to catch his bearings- and perhaps trying to figure out if he Anderson was threatening him or not. Tapping gloved fingers upon the wooden desk top he slowly arched his brows in question. The bartender finally caught himself and turned to get the man’s order. Turning himself his eyes scanning over the crowd, his wondered if there was truly a vampire within his midst’s. He was sure if there was one, they wouldn`t remain quiet for much longer.. and he anticipated that moment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:43 am
Username: [.Alucards.Angel.]
Name: Azalyn Darkwood
Age: Looks 20, Actually 400
Race: Lycan
Appearance: Azalyn(Human form) Lycan Form Wolf Form
First post (if I'm in)
"Come on, Aze," said one of the males sitting in front of her at the bar they usually went to. The Saint's Prayer. "You know how this works. We lost, therefore, we forfeit everything over to the other clan."
Sighing with annoyance, Azalyn shook her head. "I will not become his mate, I made that clear to him and you a long time ago." Her blue eyes flashed as she opened them, looking to the males in front of her. "I am the last proud member of the Darkwood Clan, don't you dare presume that I am going to give myself up so easily..."
"He'll chase you then, he always has been," answered the other.
"Then let him," snapped Azalyn. "I'll kill him when the time is right and you can have the clan. I don't want anymore to do with it..."
"Azalyn!" exclaimed the one who seemed to be concerned about the situation.
"Screw it," said the other, standing. "We'll take her to him ourselves!" With that, he walked around the table to grab her but found nothing there a moment later. Azalyn had used her haste to jump upwards onto the ceiling and waited for him to notice.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:29 am
Username: Legacy133
Name: Corinth Athaime
Age: 17
Race: Angel
Appearance: Human Form- http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll230/lilangellover1480/?action=view¤t=Anime06.jpg
Angel Form- http://s184.photobucket.com/albums/x119/animekachikamac/?action=view¤t=agjk.jpg
Other: When she changes to her angel form, her hair color changes to pure white. Her aura is generally pure most of the time.
Bio: Hailing from England, she happens to have an accent of english when she speaks. When she was young, Someone had left her in a place where no one would find her, but one did. His name was Furistre Athaime. Taking the young girl under his wing, she became like a daughter to him. Furistre is a vampire who has lived for more than 400 years (He only looks 32). Though at first when he found her, he intended to kill her, but could never find the means to. They have been traveling across Europe for a while now and stopped in at The Saint's Prayer.........
First Post:
An older male and a younger female walk into the bar known as 'The Saint's Prayer'. As they walk in, the girl immediately notices a very tall man sitting at the bar. She tries to think nothing of it, but is unsuccessful. The older man waves her over to a table and she realizes that she's been standing still staring at the man for a while. She hurries over to the table.
"Well, well. It seems that young Corinth has lost her train of thought," says the older man.
"I can't help it, Furiste. That man over at the bar is unnaturally tall. It's not my fault." The girl looks down at her lap feeling ashamed.
A man comes over to the table and asks what they'd like to drink.
"Red wine, please," says Furiste, a slight smile spreading across his lips.
"And you miss?"
"Just a water please." She looks up from her lap and smiles at the bartender. The atmosphere lightens a little.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:56 pm
Name: Lilliana
Race: Vampire
Age: Looks 13 but other than that it is unknown
Appearance: She has very pale skin with almost glowing green eyes and long blond curly hair. She is wearing and will only wear what looks like a maids outfit that consists of a white poofy (Couldn't think of any other words to describe it) shirt with a black lace up corset that goes from her breasts to the bottom of her stomach and laces up in back with silver string, a bell shaped black shirt that has white roses sewn onto it with whit trim, and black lace up shoes with white stockings that end at her knees.
Personality: She is very insane and will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is always deeply in love with Alucard and has an obsession with him. She has a ring that she keeps on a necklace and if she loses it she will kill or try to kill all who is in the way. She acts very childish at times.
-First post- (Hoping that I am in)
Lilliana runs her small fingers along the jewel of her ring and smiles slightly upon seeing Anderson walk into the bar. She firmly put her hand down on the table that she was sitting at and let out a tiny giggle.
"Is that a priest?" She mutters to herself which is seemingly silent to the rest of the people in the bar.
After seeing the other people walk into the bar she raises and smooths down her skirt and walks over to the bar and puts a small amount of money down and taps it with her finger before leaving it there.
"Thank for the wonderful drinks." She smiles and heads for the door glancing at Anderson and then glancing down at the wood floors. She looks up at the door and a smile crawls across her small pale face but she shakes her head getting rid of the ever growing idea that is in her head and places a hand on the door pushing it open enough to walk out.
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