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 Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:12 pm
((Hey I wanted to start an rp here...I hope i am allowed to i just got invited... sweatdrop ))
Name: Sakuya Kasumoto
Age: 500+ years
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Sakuya is about 6' 10". He has really pale skin and wears black. He usually wears a cloak and a pair of Tripps with chains on them. His hair falls down to his waist, its jet black color sets off his paleness.
Personality: He is really quiet and is calm. When he is angered he gets evil.
The soft crunch of leaves echoed throughout the empty streets. Everything was still and seemed ghostlike in the fog. A nearby owl called from its limb and listened for some form of reply; But, all was silent. A shadow appeared behind the fog giving it a distorted wavy look but as the shadow walked forward the imaged became clearer and clearer. Emerging from the wisping sheet was a pale being, his cloak dragging behind him cutting through the lowest fog only to allow it to slink back an reshape. The man stopped and stood as straight as a post, then pulled his black eyes to the shadows. His look was of pure hatred as he watched another figure emerge from the darkness. "Lillith..." He said with a slight hint of annoyance, "What a pleasure to see you lurking around here..." The woman smiled and then lifted her hands, "And a pleasure to see you here as well Craven." The tension built high between the two as they inched closer and closer together. Lillith reached inside her jacket and began to pull out a stake but Cravens strong hand gripped her arm, "Now now Lillith," He said with a smirk, "You wouldn't want to do anything rash would you?" Lillith had a look of defeat on her face but soon became cheery, "No i wouldn't do anything rash but he would." Lillith nodded towards the alleyway and Craven turned and a look of horror spread across his face. Sakuya awoke from his nightmare, he never wanted to witness his brothers murder again but he couldnt escape his dream. He stood beside his bed and put his cloak over his black shirt and walked to the door. The chains on his Tripps clanked in a mournful tune as he opened the door and stepped out onto the platform that led to the streets below. As he walked down the lonely corridor his lip ring and his three eyebrow rings glowed with the passing lights, and his black piercing eyes darted to each wall as if to see a face in the cement. He reached the moonlit sidewalk and turned to the right, making his cloak flitter sharply to catch up with the rest of his body. He looked at the ground as he walked, letting his hair fall past his face and reach for the ground.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:29 am
Chilly night time air brought fog past the lips of someone who appeared to be a young woman as she travelled the streets of the city, only adding to the thick fog already around her. Those lips were painted a darkened shade of rose red and stood out beautifully against her moonlit pale skin. Above those lips, past her small and delicate nose, was a pair of silvery gray eyes peering out from behind a pair of small, black-framed glasses. Hanging from a high ponytail was a river of raven black hair, which reached down to nearly her hips. A tall and somewhat slender frame was adorned in a black trench coat that reached to her ankles.
Leather boots made a soft click against the pavement of the sidewalk as the fog swirled all around her while she walked, and that ponytail swung back and forth. She was a vampiress, the one who went by the name Terah. Those silvery eyes had only a bit of trouble seeing past the thick fog, but she managed. She soon stopped and leaned against the wall of a building nearby, taking out a cigarette and placing it between her lips to light it before she returned the lighter to her pocket.
Pulling the cigarette from her mouth to push the light blue smoke past her lips, she lifted her gaze to glance at the moon. There it was, full but barely visible behind the curtain of fog. It was nights like this that Terah despised; everyone was too frightened to venture outdoors, so humans, if any, were scarce. A sigh escaped the lips along with the smoke as she shook her head. It was going to be a long night.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:31 pm
In a nearby district of the city, on top of a tall apartment building, high above the, slightly quieter, streets of the city, sat Michael, uneffected by the, chilly, night air.
He sat, back resting against the ledge of the rooftop, almost, entirely hidden within the shadows, with a game of solitare layed out to his left and a, Sony, diskman on his right. He was, quietly, whistling and snapping his fingers along with the beat of the music. Michael appeared, quite, young, as if he recently reached his sixteenth year, but his appearanced lied... Michael is, truly, in his, early, twenties. He turned his attention towards the game of solitare, layed out to his left, and the little bit of light exposed his features. Michael's hair was, dyed, white, a style he was trying out, and his eyes, glowed, red... because of a pair of, special, coloured contacts, another style he was trying out. As he made a move to draw a card, the elevator doors opened, Michael returned to the shadows, as the janitor stepped out, onto the rooftop, and began to sweep. Obviously, the janitor felted uncomfortable, as if he was being watched, and stopped sweeping. He was startled when he noticed a pair of, glowing, red eyes staring at him from the shadows, and than he laughed and said "It's only you." Michael got to his feet, stepping into the light, he smiled and said "Yes, it's only me." When Michael stepped into the light his clothing was exposed. Michael was wearing a white, Nike, hoody, over a white t-shirt, and black, baggy, jeans. He was also wearing, fingerless, leather-padded gloves and black and white skater shoes. Suddenly, a scream broke the night! Nearby! Michael, after excusing himself politely, calmly walked towards the elevator and pressed the down button, but the elevator didn't come up, he pressed the button again, but, again, the elevator didn't come up, he listened carefully for the sound of the elevator, coming up the shaft, but heard nothing. He walk calmly over to the edge of the rooftop and he climbed up onto the ledge. The janitor watched with intrest as he did this. The elevator doors opened behind him... he realized, foolishly, that he was still wearing the, diskman's, earphones. He, angrily, pulled off the earphones and threw them off the edge. And than he jumped...
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 8:40 pm
-Varun Elhabra
-12 years
-Vampire
-He is an outcast; he never got along with the others of his kind. Shure, he was told to suck blood of harmless animals, but he never found any use to it. He developed an immunity to it...
-He is about 5'7", with dark hair and pale skin, red eyes are revealed. He wears a leather smock he made years ago, as well as a plaid t-shirt and ivory slacks.
Nitemares bare he digs into his evening meal. He eats as sophisticated as a starved to death viking; every single day actually. Looking about the small hotel he had rented he notices a picture at the wall. He stares at it as he slowly finishes his meal. Completley stunned, he immediatley gets up from his seat and stares at the painting.
closer... closer... closer...
He finds himself nose to nose; eye to eye; with the painted face. To him there was something odd; different about it. Out of no thought, he immediatley takes the painting and rips it off the wall, before stomping it on the ground, watching the dust release from the old canvas and oil panting.
farther... farther... farther...
Hes thoughts slowly shrink away as he continues to look at the painting. "What was I thinking?" He murmurs to himself in a curious voice. Some had told him he had some problems as a child, but he never realised it. Maybe someday he'd find out... maybe...
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