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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:12 pm
Table of Contents:
1. Setting
2. Rules
3. Profiles
4. Accepted Profiles
5. Updates
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:31 pm
Setting:
Deep in the heart of 1800's England, there sits a theatre of gothic beauty. It draws hundreds of people in from the dank streets that surround it to see mystical plays. But there is something different about this theatre, something that sets it apart. Over the years it has gotten a reputation for mysterious disappearances and black magic. The police has investigated many times and found nothing out of the ordinary. The owner of the theatre, Ludwig Willhelm, is an eccentric man, only coming out at night and seemingly forcing his cast and crew to do the same. However, all is not as it seems. For centuries vampires have roamed the world in their quest for human blood. Some take the individual approach, keeping to themselves and hunting singular prey in the back alleys. Others join covens, a large group of vampires housed in one location- a family of sorts. The Willhelm Theatre is one such coven. There is the main floor with the actual stage and production rooms, but below the wooden floorboards there are catacombs, housing many vampires. There are rooms for those who live there and cages for their human pets. Above the theatre sits two rooms: a suite for Ludwig Willhelm and another room for his assitant- Jacquline. No one speaks directly to Mr. Willhelm anymore, but must speak to Jacquline. There are many who grow tired of Ludwig's reign and wish to overthrow him, thinking him a senile old man. However, they are scared to do so as he has sired most of those staying in the coven and is much older than anyone who dares to defy him. The system has worked for hundreds of years and Ludwig plans to keep it that way.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:42 pm
Rules:
1. This is a literate role play. That means you must use third person, unless speaking. You must use quotation marks ("") for speech. And I would like to ask that you have decent spelling and grammar, but I realize that everyone makes mistakes. I think this all goes without saying, but I'd like to make sure.
2. No God modding
3. Use (( )) ( ) [ ] for OCC
4. Romance is allowed, cybering is not.
5. Fighting is allowed, so is killing someone else's character. However, you must have their permission before hand. Anyone wanting to kill Ludwig will have to speak directly to me (Die Dame D).
6. I have the right to change any of these rules at any time. I will be fair, but I will not accept everything.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:53 pm
Profile Skeleton:
Username:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Occupation: (Actor, Stage hand, etc.)
Personality:
Bio: (As long or short as you want.)
Appearance-
Head: (This includes facial features, you may use a photo here.)
Body Information: (Height, Weight, Slim? Average?)
Attire:
Other (Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, etc.)
PLEASE PM ALL PROFILES TO ME (Die Dame D)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:09 pm
Accepted Profiles:Username: Die Dame D Name: Jacquline Willhelm Gender: Female Age: 100 (Appears 21) Occupation: Ludwig Willhelm's personal assistant. Personality: Jacquline can be harsh when needed but is generally very kind, especially to the slaves, because she used to be one herself. She is a strong, confident woman and has an opinion on everything that she isn't afraid to share. Bio: At the age of 21, Jacquline went to see a play at The Willhelm Theatre, from which she didn't return. She was captured by Ludwig for her beauty and placed in a cage in the catacombs. After a year, Ludwig decided to change her and she became his assistant, and more like a daughter than anything. Appearance- Head: Jacquline Jacquline has piercing blue eyes that are nearly white in places and long black hair that overflows onto her shoulders. Body Information: She is a petite woman standing at 5'7 and weighing 110 pounds. Attire: A long white V neck dress with lace along the hem and the collar. The front is pintucked in. Other: Jacquline has a couple of bite mark scars: one on her wrist and the other on the left side of her neck. Username:FooFoo_Cuddly_Bottoms Name: Jack Gender:Male Age:23 Occupation:Groom Personality: Quite leery and suspicious of everyone. Not a bad person at heart, but still rough around the edges. Bio: Jack was cast out on the streets at the age of thirteen to live or die after both of his parents were gone; his father gone off to war and his mother burned for a witch. A kindly stableman took him in and offered him a job, and he has remained there since. Appearance- Head: [ X ]Body Information: Slim, lithe build standing just over 6' and wieghing 175lbs. Attire: Usually wears a simple tunic that is beginning to become paper thin from years and years of use and washing. Too-long pants come down past his ankles and were handed down to him from a big man that passed through the stable one night. If the night is cold, then there is a dark cloak and a woolden scarf. Other Has three slight scars. One is at his brow, from a horse's hoof, and is only visable because the hair there grows white. The other two are around his wrists where the mob that burned his mother threatened to burn him as well.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:25 pm
Updates:
March 29- The thread is now open.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 2:34 pm
Jacquline hurried down the long corridor beneath the theatre, she had some urgent business to attend to upstairs. Tonight was opening night for the newest play in the theatre, Dracula. She had been very against doing this play, especially considering the company's history of strange disappearances, but she was out voted.
There was much to do on her part to make sure everything went smoothly. She had to make sure all the actors were dressed and ready to go, check the lighting cues, and most importantly, make sure that Mr. Willhelm's seat was ready for him and the cast and crew would not speak to him.
Hearing a large bang coming from the direction of the stage, Jacquline broke into a run, pulling the skirt of her long dress up so she wouldn't trip. "What was that?" She muttered under her breath.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 1:48 pm
Jack made his way down to cobblestone streets toward the gothic theatre that loomed over the road. His master sent him on this journey as a precurser to witness the play of Dracula. The stablemaster had, of late, developed quite an interest in the dramas and musicals taking place at the theatre. This, however, he was a bit more hesitant to attend, and so sent a stableboy to offer a review.
The coins for admittance were clutched tightly in Jack's hand against the rough inside of his cloak. Briefly, he debated whether or no to skip out on the play and simply go to a tavern and spend some time on himself for once. But no, that wouldn't do. The stablemaster had eyes and ears everywhere, and he simply pried and picked at ways to punish Jack for the smallest of triffles. "Better than mucking out the damn barn," he muttered, his breath fogging in the cool night. Trudging forward, he approached the theatre, paid his due, and was ushered to a seat with many a dissaproving gaze from the lords and ladies in attendence.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 3:05 pm
Jacquline attended to the large bang, a fallen light and went off to fufill her other duties. The show was about to begin and she escort Mr. Willhelm to his seat and take her place beside him. On the way she checked in on the actors, making sure that they were all fed and ready to preform, they were. Then she went to check on the lighting, the fallen light was one of the only large spotlights they had in the theatre. Jacquline sent Oliver, one of the more loyal slaves to fetch a new bulb for it, the show would be delayed until his return.
Rushing into the dressing room, Jacquline donned one of the lavish velvet gowns used in an older preformance and took the stage.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," her voiced boomed around the entire theatre. "The show will commence shortly, we've run into some difficulties backstage, but I'm sure they'll be resolved quickly. Until then please enjoy a preview of our next show preformed by The Willhelm Theatre's own up and coming star- Elliot Willhelm."
All the actors in the theatre donned Ludwig's last name when they joined the company. The slaves kept in the catacombs were not allowed last names as a sign of respect for the vampires that housed them. If they were lucky, as Jacquline was, they would be changed and allowed to become a Willhelm, but this was a rare occurance.
Jacquline exited the stage and went above to Ludwig Willhelm's room. He was already awaiting her arrival. She told him of the delay but he said it wouldn't matter and she escorted him to his seat. On Ludwig's right sat a boy who looked terribly out of place. Jacquline whispered in Ludwig's ear that she could have him removed, but Ludwig declined. He turned to the boy and spoke softly.
"May I ask how you aquired tickets to this show? We don't see many of your kind here, if you don't mind me saying so."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 8:37 am
Jack turned toward the man beside him. A light scowl was set onto his features, born from skepticism. The man was lavishly dressed, but did not smell of the cheap perfume the other noble men and women wore. Jack glanced up slightly and saw the young woman who had been on stage announcing a delay, and could only assume that this gentleman was part of the theatre through some sort of proffession or position of power.
"Indeed you don't sir," Jack replied to the man. "Stablehands rarely have the coin to afford such commodities as a theatre-going. But you are right in asking, I suppose. My master is usually found here viewing ythe plays, seeing as he is such a lover of the arts. However, pardon my fankness, he is a bit of suspicion toward the latest of these. So he sent me as a precurser, to send a review of the play."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 2:53 pm
Ludwig nodded politely. "Ah I see, well I do hope you enjoy the play then." He sent a message to Jacquline that the boy should be taken after the show and kept in the catacombs for his personal use. Vampires in the theatre usually jumped at the chance to take people of lower class. It meant that no one would come looking for them. The point that the boy had a master was a little troubling, but that could be worked around. It wasn't at all unusual for people to escape when given the opportunity. The only problem Ludwig could forsee was that the boy's master was weary of the theatre. There would have to be a different way for him to be captured.
On stage Elliot was finishing up his act as Oliver helped the stagehand replace the broken bulb. As Elliot exited the stage Ludwig leaned back slightly in his chair and looked at Jacquline, cementing his plan in her eyes. She knew her part and would be the only one involved in the operation. As the curtain rose, a sly smile came across Ludwig's face as Jacquline rose from her seat and entered the stage door.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 12:46 pm
((I saw the movie once a long time ago. Pardon my ignorance of it sweatdrop ))
"Thank you, sir," Jack replied with a slight nod. This man did not sit well with him. There was nothing apparant in the way the man carried himself that gave a ill-felt aura. Instead, it were almost as though there were...a wrongness about him.
Jack turned his eyes onto the stage, watching the repair of the lightbulb, but ensured to keep the man and the young woman within his line of pereffrial vision. With her, too, he noticed an oddity. Some of the women about him, stuffed into peticoats and coursets and powdered to appear pale, were perhaps beautiful beneath the makeup. But none so much as this man's attendant. It seemed almost unnatural, and he did not miss the look that passed between them before she went through a stage door.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 2:24 pm
(it's not based entirely on the movie so no worries, just play your character and we'll see where it goes. smile )
Ludwig watched the play intently, as he did all plays. Occasionally he glanced back at the audience behind him to see their reactions. He, of course, knew all the little tricks of the play so he could gauge when a reaction should occur.
Meanwhile, Jacquline prepared for her mission. She passed the stage and went upstairs to the loft where she and Ludwig lived. She gathered what she would need for her journey and her capture of the boy. She donned a black dress with a velvet red, nearly black, hood. She put some essentials into her bag and exited the room.
Downstairs, the play was drawing to an end and Jacquline took her place outside the theatre. She would follow the boy home and make sure he checked in with his master, however long that would take. She would wait as long as necessary and then snatch him from his home.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 4:52 pm
Jack lost track of all other threads of thought as the play passed into a more and more suspensful plot. Why had his master feared comming to this play, even if it were telling the tale of creatures that were said to be made in hell's entrails? It was well planned with some romance and actions sequences, and even a bit of comical relief.
As the play drew to a close, there was a polite applause from the audience. Of course, loud, enthusiastic clapping was...juvenille, for the commoners without class. But he could feel from the aura about him that they had immensly enjoyed the play as well as he did.
He stepped out of his seat after the others had exited, and bid the strange man who had been seated next to him a polite good-night before stepping out through the doors, much to the curled lips and upturned noses of the noble folk.
Walking upon the cobblestones of the streets, heading for the stables, he shivered against the cold. The night wind bit clean through his page-thin tunic and cloack alike. The scarf helped precious little to warm his cheeks and ears. As he left the noise of the city and the theatre behind, the fine hairs at the back of his neck stood up and he felt as thought someone's eyes were following his path.
That play has you imagining things. the desperate, logical part of his consciousness reasoned. Another few streets and you'll be in a warm room. Still, that feeling did not disperse, and so he made various loops around nameless allies and streets before finally heading to the stable. He did not head directly to his master, has he had been directed, but instead relieved a tired girl and promised to finish the duties for the night. The horses offered some company with their large bodies and gentle nickering as the curry-comb rubbed their fur. But still, he could feel eyes at his back.
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