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 Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 6:01 am
'Eating, breathing, sleeping; Those are the three things we do to survive, but what if you had more carnal ways of surviving?
Sex and blood are tightly bound within my core, and sometimes I wish I could give them up like an addiction that's gone too far. I've run for the hills, locked my heart away and tried working away my needs, but I just can't escape them.
Now that I'm learning to control them and beginning to truely understand that they're as much to do with love as they are lust, I'm starting to enjoy myself. I'm just scared when I start enjoying it too much...'
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Welcome, one and all, to the first ABVH RP here. I hope many of you will enjoy these dark nights with me, and if not, perhaps you can be convinced.
This is a rather standard RP, as far as Anita Blake storylines go anyway, but I have many twists in mind. So never get too comfortable, because I may have a trick (or a treat) up my sleeve.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 6:09 am
There are many faces, some which we remember, others we don't. I hope that my face will soothe you in the darkest of nights.
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~Characters~
(Pre-Mades)
Username: x-Marmee Noir-x (Ironic, isn't it?)
Character name: Anita Blake
Age: 26
Race: Not quite sure nowadays, but human I suppose.
Appearance: Here. Minus the blades, add in the guns.
Biography: (Will add when I find the words)
Weapons: (Again, will add it when I find pictures and such)
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Jean Claude:
Username: Lillie Hime
Character name: Jean Claude
Age: Old.
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Here,
Here & Here
Biography:Jean-Claude is approximately four hundred years old. He was born to a French peasant family in the seventeenth century, and was astoundingly beautiful even as a child. He was selected to be the whipping boy for a noble child of his age. He was raised in a noble household and educated as a noble, but was severely beaten in the place of the young noble whenever he misbehaved. Jean-Claude still has scars on his back from that experience.
As a young man, Jean-Claude was killed and raised as a vampire by Lissette, a vampire in Belle Morte's bloodline. Jean-Claude spent the next five years in the court of Julian, Lissette's master, sleeping with whomever Julian chose, unable to say no while in the grip of the ardeur.
Later, Jean-Claude joined Belle Morte's court as one of her favorites, remaining there for several years.
At some time during the seventeenth century, Jean-Claude left Belle Morte's court and traveled with Asher and Asher's human servant, Julianna. The three travelled together as a ménage à trois for twenty years, ending with Jean-Claude's mother's death. (Jean-Claude also states that at this time, he and Asher were "masters of comparable power," which suggests that he matured remarkably early to have become a master within his own mother's lifetime). This period ended when Jean-Claude temporarily left the other two to attend his mother's funeral, returning too late to prevent Julianna's death and Asher's torture at the hands of human captors working for the church. Asher was disfigured using holy water, and Julianna was burnt at stake for being a witch. Jean-Claude has stated that he "humbled" himself to rescue Asher, agreeing to one hundred years in Belle Morte's service in return for her help saving Asher.
After rejoining the Council's service, Jean-Claude was imprisoned alone in a cross-wrapped coffin for two years, unable to feed his ardeur. Belle Morte also used Jean-Claude as a sort of prostitute for more powerful vampires, presumably both before and after Jean-Claude's travels with Asher (Jean-Claude refers to himself during this period as a "catamite," but it appears that he was provided to both male and female vampires). At some point, Belle Morte gave Jean-Claude to Seraphina. After approximately 100 years of service, Jean-Claude left Belle Morte's court for an unprecedented second time.
Weapons/ Powers: * Seeming older or younger than his actual age
* The ardeur, which allows him to gain power ("feed") from lust and sex
* Hypnosis, including using his voice, gaze, and aura to excite or calm humans, lycanthropes, and lesser vampires
* Calling wolves and werewolves
* Flying
* Controlling the magics of Anita and Richard and being able to shut them down.
* Forming a triumvirate with his human servant, Anita, and his animal servant, Richard.
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Richard:
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Asher:
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Micah:
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Damian:
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Nathaniel:
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Username: Itzapapalotl_the_Great
Character name: Edward
Age: unknown [to you]
Race: (Human, lycan, vampire) Human
Appearance: Here
Biography: I met Anita Blake a couple of years ago during a case involving a vampire raid and a very big arsenal--like my flamethrower? It's my favorite. I have an alias, Ted Forrester, a fiancee and two kids who've adopted me as a father figure, and I've got no exit plan. I worked for a man called Van Cleef--beware, he recruits. . . unique talent and emotionless bastards. I have bad taste in friends, and like coming to St. Louis to see Anita whenever I need a fix on blood/death/destruction and if I need information, she's usually very compliant. Plus, we're kind of becoming good friends.
Weapons: I always have an arsenal of guns, ammo, knives, shotguns, pretty much anything I can get my hands on is a potential weapon. . . my favorite is my flamethrower, though. It scares the right people--all of them.
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Jamil:
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Shang-Da:
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Jason:
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Cherry:
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Zane:
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Veronica (Ronnie):
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Dolph:
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Zerbrowski:
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Peter:
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Olaf:
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Bernardo:
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Wicked:
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Truth:
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London:
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Byron:
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Merle:
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Rafael:
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Willie:
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~The Council~
All are NPC's until I let everyone know otherwise.
Marmee Noir:
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Belle Morte:
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Morte De Amore:
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The Traveler:
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Padma:
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And anyone I've forgotten, these were off the top of my head remember.
I expect you to create a profile for them, complete with a decent (preferably non anime) picture.Quote: Profile Template Username: Character name: Age: Race: (Human, lycan, vampire) Appearance: Biography: Weapons:
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 6:14 am
~Characters~
(Originals)
These are simple, as they are original. If you want to create an original use the form in the post above, and try to impress us.
Username: x-Marmee Noir-x
Character name: Kyla "Ky" Manners
Age: 19
Race: Panwere- Wolf, Tiger and Leopard.
Appearance: Here
Biography: Kyla was never your average teen; Experimenting with drugs and alcohol from a young age she grew into every mothers worse nightmare. Eventually her parents were at the end of their tether and Kyla thought she would make it easier for them. So she left. At the age of 13 she was walking the streets with the confidence of a 25 year old, but the body of a girl who had barely hit puberty. For a while she turned tricks, whoring herself so she could feed her addictions. It was when she met three attractive, charming young men who convinced her with drugs, booze and enough money to quit hooking that her life would never be the same. Each held a strain of lycanthropy, and each of them gave it to her with the slice of their claws, and the ripping of their fangs. It was twelve hours of agony and torture that has turned Kyla into a tough talking, street wise fighter.
Weapons: Dagger, Desert Eagle. But she prefers teeth and claws, anything to get up close and personal.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 6:58 am
~Plot Points~
Blood shall save us all.
+ Something will be arising, something tall and muscled walks the horizon +
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 7:05 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 11:32 am
Sitting behind my desk at Animators Inc, I felt slightly uncomfortable. Not because I was wearing the most cleavage boosting bra in the world under my navy scoop neck tee, but because I had just been away from my office that long. Nothing had changed physically, my gun was back in the top draw of my desk, and I still had my coffee mug (which was still as offensive as the last time I was here) but I couldn't shake the fact that I had been away so long.
As I impatiently tapped my newly manicured nails on my desk - I know, me, manicure's? Jean Claude was definately making me into a new woman - I felt the sun lowering behind the horizon, darkness swallowing the sky like a hand over a candle's flame. As soon as the sun was snuffed out I felt Jean Claude wake, like a jolt through my bones. I knew he would feed from Jason, and then tend to his businesses like normal, but I couldn't get rid of the need to be with him. It wasn't sexual, atleast not overly, but I wanted to hold hands. I wanted to go see a movie, even though I still wasn't sure if he'd ever been to the cinema.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:39 pm
I shook my head, physically shaking the need to be with Jean Claude away. We'd see eachother later, and besides, I had my other men to keep me company. I still found it unfair that I felt certain things for one but didn't have the same thoughts about the others. Sure I loved them all, but perhaps for different reasons. Jean Claude was the night sky; endless, and dark. Something you could wrap around you and you would know you'd be safe, until the sun rose. Micah was like the breeze that would move with you, stay with you until you wanted it to go away. And Nathaniel... well Nathaniel wanted me to hurt him, as in whips and chains kind of hurt. The idea still made me squirm.
I rose from my desk, grabbing my gun and my jacket. I slid the gun home and put my jacket on. It was a tad too warm to wear a jacket, but I'd leave the first few buttons undone so I could reach my gun. I always prefered to be armed rather than comfortable. With my gun sat just under my breast like a reasurring weight I left the offices. Bert had given me more freedom seeing as more people were trying to kill me, and I was trying not to let any of my friends get killed. Perhaps he had finally found his heart, or perhaps he wouldn't earn as much money if I were dead.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 5:08 pm
Edward stared at Anita through the spyglasses and smirked. She looked so different than she had before she met the vampire. Part of him was glad she found something to bring her humanity back. Seeing her in New Mexico was hard because she was very cold, and very cold was what he was. There was a reason he didn't keep a mirror handy, and seeing himself in her was damn near terrifying. No doubt there would be a day when she would completely surround herself with those she'd come to warm up to, even if they weren't human. He kept the binoculars up and pulled out his phone, dialing her number from memory.
It rang.
[[so sorry, I was waiting too long for people to join, not thinking, dear. Forgive me? ;_;]]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 11:14 pm
**raises hand** can i be Belle Morte?
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 8:58 am
[[there's a profile chart in the second post--Out of Character discussion goes in brackets/Parenthesis, and I had Itzy send the profile via PM smile Hope that helps.]]
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 1:14 pm
((Please send me the profile for Belle in a PM, but keep in mind she won't be used until later on, and you may not actually get to play her at all.))
My cell rang from the top pocket of my jacket as I was scrambling for my car keys. I hit the button that made the alarm beep off and pulled my phone out with the other hand. I glanced at the little screen and didn't recognise the number, frowning I pressed it to my ear and slid into my car. I did all of that without falling over in my heels. Go me. "Anita Blake, how can I help you?" Hopefully it wasn't some pyscho who had gotten a hold of my details from the phone book, or worse, Olaf. Ick.
((That's okay Itz, I knew people wouldn't rush at the RP, there doesn't seem to be many active members o.O))
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 8:03 pm
He watched her slide into her car, and she wasn't rushed at all. That was something she'd practiced and was very good at now. She never did carry a purse, good girl, smart. At least this time he didn't have to wait for her to pick up the phone from the answering machine. He smirked, wanting to laugh a little at her professional tone. "Anita, Edward. I'm in town, need to meet with you. Corner cafe on Hill street. Come alone." And he hung up.
[[you'll have to pm me your ideas for the plotline, or we'll end up going through van Cleef's stuff or Olaf. Edward's a little unpredictable with lycanthropes and vamps. :[ ]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 5:47 am
My pulse sped up a little as Edwards voice came over the phone, I couldn't help it; it was a built in reaction. It's like how a mouse reacts to a cat that's just caught its tail. I opened my mouth to reply, but found nothing but static in my ear. I hung up and slid it back in my pocket, frowning perhaps a little too hard. He sounded professional, there wasn't any emotion like last time, had something happened to Donna and the kids? Shaking my head I buckled my seat belt, turning the engine on. I may survive a trip through the windshield nowadays, but old habits die hard.
((Okey dokey, I'll do that now ^^))
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 7:42 am
He started his down the street, navigating away from where he thought Anita would drive. For someone who was a little worried right now, he was taking pains to keep her out of his eye sight. And rightfully so, he thought, his Seecamp on the seat beside him. It was a rough day and it was only going to get rougher, and he could prevent it if he put some effort into the task at hand. Anita Blake was in danger, and it was his fault.
[[I LOVE saddlebrown!]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 4:51 am
(( mad D))
The Corner Cafe was a quiet little place where lawyers went if they had the time to. It was normally packed with people ordering stuff to take away, but today it seemed nobody was allowed on their break. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. With a sigh I opened the door to my car, closing it and pressing the button that made it beep. I always liked that sound for some odd reason, paranoid - who me? The Cafe was lit with soft glowing orbs hanging from the ceiling, and the 50's decor wasn't too overbearing. The booths were cosy and waitresses were always smiling, they liked it here. If it was any other day, so did I.
I slid into the booth that let me see most of the Cafe, not seeing Edward anywhere. He'd normally be here before me, it made me nervous for some reason that he wasn't. I tapped my nails on the top of the table quietly and ordered a coffee when one of the waitresses walked up to me, obviously feeling sorry for me that I was alone because she overdid the smile just a bit.
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