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 Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:16 am
Story
In the midnight hours under the moons watch a passage to another world reveals itself to those who know the words of the ancient tongue and all those who know this will be transported to the relfection of the world, a world of endless shadows known as Umbras ruled by the damned. This world is home to vampires and werewolves, they drift back and forth from their world to earth feeding on humans as is necessary for their kind...
There are many clans of vampires and werewolf packs in this world but none so powerful as the Eversio Clan and the Valiku Pack, these two groups have long warred with each other right now there is a shaky truce held between them, a truce that could ignite over the smallest transgression... Peace was beginning to feel normal when the war sparked again, this time over the murder of a royal member of the Eversio clan...
The human world has no idea of the war that has spilled over into there world but the signs are beginning to show to those that could see...
Settings
Celiez City: This is the largest vampire city on Umbras, at the center of the city is a portal into the human world, the grand hall is located next to the portal. The grand hall is a beautifully designed building made of black marble and obsidian with large open rooms, this is where the clan leaders gather to discuss important event's, and is also headquarters of the Eversio Clan. Midnight Valley: Just outside Celiez is a large valley with almost nothing in it but long grass, this empty field has be stage for many battles and has the remains of war in it... Celeste Forest: Past the valley is a large forest with huge trees the towering high above the ground, this forest is the marker for werewolf territory and is marked as such... Jirun City: This is the largest werewolf city on Umbras and lays deep within Celeste Forest, just as with Celiez it has a portal to the human world in the center of the city but it has walls around it with a large hall on east and west sides of the city, the Western hall is headquarters for the Valiku and the Eastern hall is headquarters for the Sintru pack, the only other pack close to the Valiku's size.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:24 am
Rules
1. Please no god moding -.-''' [See Below Rules!]
2. No killing other characters, unless you have their permission (in which case go right ahead)
3. Try not to use too many one liners (notice I said try)
4. Pm your profile to me before rping, otherwise everything you say will be considered OOC (Out of Character)
5. Dont use Net speak when IC (In character) use real words please.
6. Try to use proper grammar (I know we're not computers, at least I hope...so dont worry about being perfect)
7. Try to be as literate as possible (Once again we're not computers...I hope)
8. If you read these rules put 'Death to Noobs' as the title of you're profile pm.
9. DON'T let the rules disappoint you, most of these rules are flexible and occasionally breakable. So just have fun alright? Any one is welcome to join. ^.^
((Rules are subject to change if necessary))
This is a modern Rp so guns and explosives are allowed, but please dont be a living gun rack.
These are the kind of rp'ers that will not be tolerated.
-The people who never miss a single shot no matter how hard it is (Aimbotters).
-The people who can't be hit or just shrug it off (God-moders).
-The people who 'balance' their characters by having a massive but irrelevant weakness and massive powers (Min-maxers).
-The people who use Out Of Character knowledge to get an edge (Miss Cleos).
-The people who do things in hindsight (McFlys).
-The people who RP other people's characters for them (Puppetmasters).
-The people who RP completely irrelevant things (Daydreamers).
-The people who RP actions and time against others while the others aren't presant (Shoe elves).
-The people who ignore or alter RPs that they don't like (Revisionists).
-The people who RP an absurdly time consuming sequence occuring between other people's actions (Speedhackers).
-The people who play as characters that are completely impossible (Oxymorons).
-The people who arbitrarily declare themselves the winner with instant death attacks (Baghdad Bobbits).
-The people who've taken actions before they start RPing (Gaseous Snakes).
-The people who alter their character as needed for the situation (Zoicite).
-The people who gain abilities as they need them with no prior exposure (Trinities).
-The people who pick-up things that spawn from seemingly nowhere (Quakers).
-The people who assume an opponents reaction instead of waiting for a responce (Munchers).
-The people who can see/walk through walls because they don't pay attention to where they are (Ghosts).
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 1:00 am
Profile Format Gaian Name: Name: Age: Gender: Race: Clan: (Only if Applicable) Abilities/Attributes: (Keep these limited) Weapons: Description: Personality: (Not Required) Bio: (Not Required) Goals: Veone Ceravelli Name: Veone Ceravelli Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: 50% Vampire and 50% Human Clan: Has Eversio Blood but not officially part of the clan. Abilities/Attributes: Highly enhanced senses, limited telepathic/telekinetic ability, extremely high physical speed/agility, high strength/endurance (comparative to weight/size), and highly skilled swordsman/martial artist. Weapon(s): 3’6” long (Not including handle) and 4” thick Carbon Steel Straight Blade with a half inch platinum bar in the center and the words “Twisted Fate” engraved into it and a .44 Caliber Desert Eagle. Description:  Personality: Always a bit of a show off in the public eye, usually sarcastic in manner and can come off as apathetic a lot but is generally kind hearted to most. Has a powerful set of morals that he does not deviate from, if befriended he is loyal to his last breath, and he doesn't believe in hitting women (yeah I know, its a little cliché well blah...). Try not to get on his bad side, even though he has a high tolerance for his temper, he is sometimes prone to short outbursts of rage. Bio: The half breed son of a once powerful vampire known as Ravius, one of the top vampires in the Eversio Clan, Veone's father was stripped of his title as his position when it was discovered that he loved a human woman...The Eversio killed Veone's mother when he was seven, under the orders of their leader and attempted to kill Veone but Ravius protected Veone with everything he was, Ravius was eventually killed but at a high cost, nearly fifty or so Eversio died by his blade, Veone disappeared soon after his fathers death knowing all to well that he wasn't safe, he left behind all of his life and his memories, and has only one remnant of his past, his fathers blade Twisted Fate. Goals: Veone's only true intention is to bring the Eversio down, he wishes to destroy the clan by any means necessary and will stop at nothing to see them be crushed into nothing but a memory... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name: Lady Reyith Name: Evelyn Beauvoir Age: 16 Gender: Female Race: Human Abilities/Attributes: Evelyn has extremely good telepahtic skills, and can communicate with anyone or anything with a mind. She has very good range with her powers, though she hasn't tested exactly how far she can reach with her mind. The Princess is called the Songbird of the Kingdom, as she has the most beautiful and most enchanting voice in the land. Weapons: None Description:  Personality: Most people think the beauty would be very shy and nervous upon seeing her, but in fact she only acts like this towards people she doesn't know or if she is in an awkward situation. Most of the time the girl is sharp-witted, intelligent, and sweet. Evelyn is actually quite daring and adventerous, especially when she is in her own element. She can be quite fiesty at times though, if she is provoked. Evelyn can keep her temper reigned in when she needs to, namely at royal gatherings and parties. The Princess walks around with an air of grace and beauty that was gifted to her at birth. Bio: Evelyn was born with a rare skin disease that prevents her from being touched by sunlight. It is very painful for her and she would die of it eventually. Thus she has become a nocturnal beauty, as pale as a soft white dove. The disease also means she has fragile skin, and cannot be handled too roughly for too long and she bruises easily. Her mother died during her birth, because she had always been in failing health. Though saddened, her father took over raising the child with a kind heart, but did not remarry. Since Evelyn was born into royalty, she was pampered since birth. They discovered her singing talents at an early age, and introduced her to music. Evelyn has drawn huge crowds from all around the land to hear her sing at enchanting nighttime concerts. She loves roaming the mansion in her private gardens with animals around her in the midnight hours, singing. Goals: Although the girl loves her home and her way of life, she longs for something different, something she can't quite figure out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name: Skaskea Name: Sylvain Lalond Age: 468 Gender: Male Race: Vampire Clan: Sylvain is the last living memeber of the Lalond clan; which was thought to have been eraticated over 300 years ago. Abilities/Attributes: Extremely high speed/agility, abnormal strength/endurance (even for vampires), electrokinesis (mind lightning), limited telepathy, Heightened senses, skilled in close combat Weapons: Two .45 Silver Ballers with extended clips and laser sights, hidden pouch under the flap of his coat with three custom throwing daggers and two 1'(blades) knives; one with a saw like blade and the other is hooked so it takes more with it as it exits the body. Description:  Personality: Sylvain is wild and is willing to do almost anything to have a good time, regardless of the law or what others think of his actions. This masks his more depressed and lonely side that can be seen just by looking deep into his dark eyes. Sylvain has his own code of honor and tries follow them and punishes himself if he breaks any. Bio: Sylvain was born into a very powerful clan of vampires during the 16th century and was blooded at the age of 20. He lived a simple vampiric life in the family's mansion and city until he was 143 when the city came under seige by a neighboring kingdom. The Lalond family's forces were too out numbered despite them being more powerful and were overrun, wiping out the entire force. During the invasion Sylvain was visiting another kingdom to discuss a treaty between the two countries and the offer was rejected. On his arrival back at his home he found the mansion burned down and all his family hung by their necks. He has become a wanderer and has spanned the globe looking for the family that tried to destroy his. Goals: To find someone to truly love and to have revenge for his family. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name: OmegaV Name: Satchel Rend Age: 22 Gender: Male Race: Vampire Clan: Eversio Abilities/Attributes: High strength, zoom in on enemy with out scope, High reflex able to sense all surroundings while shooting so very low chance of sneak attack at this time (Last one just a thought not really something I need Weapons: Sniper rifle, Great sword Description: Picture later Hard to describe Personality: Watches and studies others developing stragies just on personalities Stands back and rarely talks but is completey different when drunk talking all the time and outgoing. (Gets drunk nearly everynight unless there is somethign important Goals: Tries to find the ultimate stragies to the hardest enemies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name: CSamurai Name: Cryse Samsom Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Human Abilities/Attributes: Extremely adaptable fighting style, above-average physical strength and speed, relatively stealthy, not good at anything other than fighting Weapons: M4 Carbine SOPMOD (supr., 40mm), r. arm steel blade, various bullet/40mm types Description: He wears a dark, slate colored padded vest with two cargo pockets on the front of it. Underneath is a long sleeved white shirt bearing a winged sword, the symbol of Wrath. He also wears long urban camouflaged (black, grey, white splotches) pants covered with pockets of all sizes, a broad black belt, and black combat boots on his feet. His head is uncovered, except by his unruly red hair, which partially covers his dull blue eyes. Personality: Apathetic Goals: Making money by killing sh*t ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name: Tyson the Twilight Wolf Name: Tyson Bladesmith Age: 25 Gender: Male Race: 70&#xhu;man 30&#xwe;rewolf Abilities/Attributes: enhanced sight and speed Weapons: twin .44 calibeur magnums, and a broad sword engraved with the words "Reaper of Payback' Description:  Personality: Calm to a point that its creepy, hes practicly emotionless until he goes to kill. Bio: Vampires attacked and killed his girlfriend right infront of him. She had excepted him werewolf blood and all, the only one that had. He became a hitman for the werewolves so he could get revenge. Goals: To kill all vampires associated with the ones that killed his girlfriend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name: Rethrage Name: Zane Lirironac Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human Abilities/Attributes: Extremelly Fast/ Strong for a human. He can reach the peak of his power, only for a short time, for is seems unhumanly. He wishes to one day, have the strength and speed of a vampire. Weapons: Short Dual katanas, Near the handle there are holes drilled, and are used for catching the tips of blades. Short combat knife wrapped around his left calf. Dual personally modified handguns, quick and silent fire. Description: ((Will Describe now, Will get a picture when I find one.)) Zane's brown hair falls just a couple inches before his shoulders and covers his ears. He ties a headband Underneath His bangs, which cover hsi eys and finds himself brushing it out alot. He wears a black long coat. Has black gloves, with steel plated top of hand cover. He wears a white undershirt underneath the jacket, and Baggey Black jeans. With Brown hiking boots. Personality: Zane is a liad back individual, he likes to laugh and tlak, once he gets to know the people around him. most people don't like Zane and he is a social outcast. This sometimes frusturates him, not knowing why nobody likes him and causes him to sometimes be violent and irrational. Bio: Lives outside the cities, where he trains in solitude, trying to become stronger faster, and to have the strength and speed of a vampire. He Remembers his father fighting a vampire and soon enough becoming vicotrious, but then his father and mother were swarmed by many others. He does not know much of the clans and tries to stay clear of the city, until now, or when he feels comfertable with his power and being able to defend himself. not to go down like his mother and father, who where very honourable people. Goals: To Have the strength and speed of a vampire, and live a normal happy life, with a family inside the villages, with no fear of being attacked or killed
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:51 pm
Veone sat next to the still bleeding carcass of an Eversio vampire, it had shifted into the human world to find a meal, of course the only thing it managed to eat was Veone's sword and then the ground underneath it. Veone smirked at the dead body before he got to his feet, the Eversio clan would be pissed to find out that they were all being hunted by a half breed they thought they were rid of...Of course they also had the war with the Valiku to worry about, it was interesting because the war started up again right after Veone's father died and the Eversio leader said that a Valiku had killed one of their royal family...It was suspicious but Veone of course never got enough proof to prove his conspiracy theory true but every vampire in Umbras knew that the Eversio were a twisted and ruthless clan, they destroyed other clans on a whim, so why not one of there own to start a war?...
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:18 pm
The first peircing note of a haunting yet beautiful song lanced the cool night air, breaking the silence. It seemed as if everything else around her went silent, listening to that enchanting voice. The deep evergreen gardens were bathed in the moonlight. The mossy stepping rocks that delicate pale feet touched gently were cold yet inviting. A small hand with pure white skin reached out and touched a rose petal gently, her fingertips caressing the soft surface. The night air was refreshing against her skin, the sky the deepest blue color. Her song filled the empty night, as if it sang out what the wild could not sing for itself. She was the voice of everything that growed and lived.
A whispy white dress flowed about her skin lazily, echoing her smooth and graceful movements. The the top of the dress was strapless, and wrapped tightly around her slender waist and torso. Starting from her hips, the fabric billowed out in waves of the silk, ending around her feet and ankles. As she sang a particularly high note and kept it going, the girl raised her arms towards the night sky, her head held high. The deep chocolate brown short hair slid back slightly, and the white/silver strings on top of her hair shimmered in the moonlight. At the moment when she hit the highest part, her eyelids flew open, to reveal stunning blue eyes. They werent a sky blue, or a dark blue, but the true color, the richness of it dazzilng.
Princess Evelyn Beauvoir, (she hated the title) finished the note and kept on singing, taking a few more slow steps along the stones, a few creatures following her timidly. She had a way with all living things, they loved her for some reason. Maybe it was her telepathic powers. Eveyln could talk to anything with another mind, maybe that was the reason they never feared her, because they could, in turn, see into her's.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 3:28 pm
"Hey barkeep! Another triple shot of vodka!" A young looking man dressed in a dark hooded coat sat in the middle of the bar yelled out. Many small shot glasses littered that part of the bar. Many patrons were sceptical of this one, he should of been out cold with all he had been drinking tonight but it seemed he had only begun his night. A couple whispers shot around the small pub as he chugged the new glass down. He turned in his seat and peered at one man who had said a paticularly nasty little comment about his drinking. "What did you say?" His voice sounded dark with a hint of boredom.
As the patron stared back, he wrinkled his nose. "Nothing that concerns you...drunk." He muttered the last word of this lie under his breath. Within a second of the guy's last word the hooded figure had rushed over, gripped the man's collar and lifted him off his feet. His black eyes examined the frightened customer's face and tossed him across the bar. The man slammed up against the shelves holding the bottles upon bottles of liquor, breaking a few of them.
Three men from the table jumped up and flung themselves at the man. In one fluent movement Sylvain grabbed one, threw him into another, and the last guy stopped as his face ran into a closed fist. His hood fell onto his back as he walked to the bar counter and left a check for a large amount of money on the bar. "That should cover the costs." His voice still filled with boredom. Not a soul spoke or took their eyes off the him until he walked out into the dark city street.
As he walked down a less crowded street of the city he heard an elegant voice come from behind a huge wall. He snuck into a small alley and lept up on top of the wall and looked down on a lavish garden. He scanned the area for the source of the amazing voice. His eyes rested upon a beautiful female near the center of the garden. As she sang a higher note he felt his legs buckle and he was on his knees. He made no effort to conceil himself nor did he have the control to.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 4:35 pm
The eurethral figure floated around the gardens, singing her heart out. The song was about a man who had fallen in love with a woman, they were deeply in love before he was framed by a man who was jealous of them. Needless to say that the young man was driven to a faraway land and exiled. The woman was crushed when he left, but she resisted the evil man's attempts at her. Years later, her spirit broken, she finally gave in to the evil man and married him. She was planning to kill herself when her long lost lover came for her. It was too late, however, because they were already wed. Upon seeing him, the woman killed herself out of shame. The man killed her husband and then took her to the sea, where he took her and they plunged into the surf together.
Evelyn was getting really into the song, feeling the pain of the lovers and their plight. Even though it was not a true story, she couldn't help but let her heart bleed for them. Her eyes were closed as she walked, and thus she did not see the figure as he landed like a cat on the wall of the mansion. Now she was on the part where the man returned to find his love already promised to another. Her eyes tightened, as if she were the one who was in pain. She always let herself get personally involved in her songs, otherwise they would never have meaning to her. This was her secret to her singing, besides having a one-of-a-kind voice, Eveyln put herself into the song, heart and soul. And thus, it sounded better than someone who was merely singing it.
She was so into it that she approached the man unintentionally and she got about ten feet from the wall where she stopped and finished the song with a sorrowful note. The animals had run at the sight of the frightening man, but Evelyn was not aware of his presence. She breathed in deeply, letting the sorrow flow out of her before she opened her eyes. They slid open slowly, revealing her pure blue eyes with thick lashes. Her eyelids fluttered a few times, and she looked up at the figure and blinked a few times. She was still a little dazed from the song, so she didn't fully absorb his presence for a few seconds. When she did, she gasped softly and took a few steps back away from him, her eyes glued onto him, wide with terror and fright.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 11:10 pm
Each note of her wondrous voice peirced into his heart and coursed through his veins, making him feel what she sang. His usual turbulent attitude was squandered and was replaced with one that was placid. Why had he never heard of such a pleasing voice? Such a voice should had been known by the world. Her voice getting even more melodious as she got closer and closer. He could listen to her for an eternity and more.
It was too late when he relized that she was actually going towards him and it wasn't his imagination. "Crap." He mumbled as he tried to move out of sight but couldn't. His legs wouldn't respond, they were still under her voice's spell. He looked at the platinum beauty as she opened her stunning eyes. They stayed still for a moment, he looked into her staggered eyes. She finally relized his being, her eyes filled with fright.
Sylvain's body recovered from her voice and he could move again. He stood back up and carelessly surged off the top of the tall wall, landing a few feet in front of her. As he examined her closely he found it hard to stay on his feet. The beauty in front of him was almost too much for him to contemplate. Slyvain took a step towards her for every step she went back. There had never been a time in his long life that he knew he needed someone until now. If he couldn't hear her voice again he would go insane. His right arm raised and his pale hand came out of the coat's large sleeve. "I'm going to have you..." His voice was narcotic and soothing as he tried to hypnotize her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 2:36 pm
Evelyn's eyes shut tightly when he jumped it seemed effortlessly off of the wall and landed right in front of her. Expecting to hear a heavy thud or possibly even some bones breaking, she was surprised to hear a soft little noise and cracked open one eye in puzzlement, only to see that he was looking her over in a very intense manner. The girl flushed slightly and turned her head to the side under his scrutiny. As he stepped closer, she straightened her head to look at him squarely and stepped away, arms out and slightly tense beside her. She looked quite like a frightened rabbit that was about to flee at any moment.
He seemed to be very interested in her, and that frightened the young girl immensely. This young man seemed to be...something different, something odd. How could someone just jump over that enourmous wall and jump off like it was nothing? Who was this man? Or, perhaps the more appropriate question to ask, what was he? Her breathing hitched when he raised an arm and his hand slid out of the folds of his dark coat.
"I'm going to have you..."
Never before in her life had she heard more terrifying words than those. Her eyes widened to their full extent, her body seemed to freeze up with fear. She tried to run away from him, into the cover of the trees, into the mansion, she didn't really care where it was as long as it was away from him! But to her horror, her body would not obey her! Evelyn began shivering, her body trembled from head to foot. A cold sweat began to form on her night-cool skin and glistened in the moonlight.
An odd fuzzy sort of feeling filled her mind, trying to tell her to relax and let it go, whispering to her in a soothing tone. Just relax and calm down, everything will be alright if you let everything go. It will all be better soon. The voice touched her mind, trying to comfort her and lull her into an obeying trance. With her immense mind powers she was able to see right through it and saw it for what it was; hypnosis. "No!" She shouted, both in her mind in the physical world as she broke the link.
The invisible chains that seemed to have been surrounding her lovely body and restraining her movements vanished and Evelyn was free to turn heel and run as fast as she could, which is exactly what she did. Her feet barely seemed to touch the deep green grass she ran so lightly, the sheer fabric of her white dress billowing behind her as she ran away from the terrifying man.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 4:22 pm
As the words exited his lips her eyes had widened in true fear. Sylvain's body started to tingle with excitement. The telepathic message that he was forcing her mind to tell her repeated over and over in his own too. His hypnosis was working! She would be his soon. He could feel her struggling to run away from him. When he got closer to this pale princess her body was quaking in sweet, sweet horror. He got even closer. A glaze of sweat caught his attention as the moon's rays were reflected from it into his gossamer black eyes.
When he reached his hand out to touch her angelic face she broke free of his hold with a mind shatering shout. Sylvain feel to his knees trying to regain himself. When he looked back up she had already bolted. He lifted himself to his feet and smiled wildly. "Going to make this harder than is has to be, are we?" He steadied himself and lowered his body. He pushed on the ground and darted in her direction. Her speed was no match for him. In a flash he stopped many feet in front of her, the same smirk still on his face. "You can't flee from me. As I said before...you will be mine." His voice was filled with sadistic glee.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 4:53 pm
Never pausing to look behind her at the frightful man, Evelyn ran with everything she had, but even that would be no match for a normal human. And this man was certainly no normal mortal! She could feel his frenzied movements from behind her, the girl could almost taste his excitement in the air. It was in that terrible moment that she realized that escape by herself was out of the question. The Princess was shaken from her thoughts as his voice washed over her again, bathing her in sheer terror.
One second she was running away from him and he was behind her, crooning to her, and the next he was in front of her, a horrible smile on his face as he looked at her. He spoke again, his voice full of mocking humor. He was amused! She realized as she stared at him, her body quivering from head to foot, visibly shaking in the pale light. That man was just playing with her, like a cat plays with the mouse, heightening the fear, waiting for the opportune moment to strike the killing blow. He was probably having the time of his life with her. And that thought filled her with just enough anger and rage to keep her going and not buckle under the fear.
Evelyn narrowed her eyes, lowering her head and balling up her fists. It looked like she was ready to take him on with everything she had. [Which would not be that much considering their staggering differences.] Still, she hoped it would catch him off guard just a little. "I can and I will." She told him, her lovely voice filled with confidence. "You cannot have me." Her voice lifted it'self up again at the same moment she sent a telepathic message to almost all the guards in the mansion. Help me! Along with an image of her attacker and her exact location.
Within seconds, furious-looking males poured into the gardens from all directions, weapons drawn and ready. At least ten of them sprinted towards Evelyn. The rest of them, at least two or three dozen and growing, stepped forward to challenge the strange male who had dared try and take their Princess. The girl sighed with releif and began to run towards the nearest guard, the releif on her beautiful face apparent.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:40 pm
Sylvain's face darkened as she still refused to give up. "If you like it or not you will." The amusement left him and his voice, now it grew increasingly annoyed. Footsteps came from inside the mansion. Sylvain spun around only to see many armed gaurds spilling out of the manor. He turned back and looked at the girl who was running for a gaurd. This isn't going to stop me. He shot over to her. The vampire glanced over at the girl and watched her being comforted by a younger guard. He felt his rage intensify as he watched the two. He's going to get the worst! She is mine!
Slyvain looked around in a circle, counting the number of gaurds that were going towards him. 28. Not a bad number. I might actually get some fun out of this. The gaurds surronded him quickly. Most of them were armed with either some sort of blugeon or a pistol. A couple were equiped with sub machine guns. There was a long silence until Sylvain spoke in an annoyed yet excited tone. "If you continue to stay in my way, I will kill you." No one moved. "Very well then." Sylvain shrugged and quickly reached for the holsters in the back of his belt. He produced two silver pistols with gemini symbols etched into the grips. The gaurds didn't even have time to react by the time he shot off two rounds, striking the two more heavily armed gaurds in their hearts.
Sylvain bounded into the air and squeezed off a few more rounds killing more sentries. On his way down three gaurds started shooting. One round grazed his left leg. He winced slightly and took aim between the man's eyes and pulled the trigger, dropping him to the ground. When he landed three men came in with night sticks. Sylvain drew a dagger and stabbed one in the stomach and pulled back, the man's entrails followed the knife's trail. Sylvain cried out as a club was brought down onto his back with a loud thud. He turned with an angry yet hurt look on his face and pistol whipped the guy in the side of the neck, rendering him unconcious. Sylvain did a roll over to a body and picked up the gun the gaurd had dropped. He squeezed the trigger hard and swept the area killing almost all the gaurds but one.
The last one was hiding the girl and was adamant about it. His eyes narrowed and he shot off three rounds. Two struck Sylvain in his left shoulder. His scream of pain swept through the air. Sylvain raised his right hand and fired off every shoot he had left in his pistol, even when the gaurd was dead he shoot the body. As the last round exitted the barrel he turned and looked at the girl. He was out of breath and in pain.
Sylvain walked slowly over to her and stood in front of her for a few moments, admiring her beauty. He basked in the knowledge that he finally had her all to himself. "I told you that you would be mine." Without another word he picked the Princess up and slung her over his right shoulder. With his prize obtained, he merrily turned and jumped over the wall with a satisfied smile on his face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:45 pm
Veone's ears picked up flurry of noises coming from a distance he was tempted to investigate the sounds but he noticed it was coming from the direct of that stupid mansion, he'd heard the princess's voice before and had no interest in going anywhere near that damned place for a long while so for the time being he decided he had better things to do, like hunt down more Eversio...
Veone walked out into the street quietly, he glanced around alittle before he look toward the direction of the mansion, he shook his head once and then began to walk in the other direction...It was sad because he knew very well that his curiousity would eventually get to him...
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 10:08 pm
A cold shiver ran down her spine as she ran, the angry message in his mind message aparent. She reached Alan, her personal bodyguard and threw her arms around his neck, shivering with fright. Alan cooed softly to her, and stroked her hair and back, trying to calm her down. He looked up at the strange man, his eyes narrowed. The young man studied the other, wondering why she had summoned so many guards to take on one man. Well whatever it was, it's given poor Evelyn the fright of her life. Alan looked back down at the girl and comforted her again, speaking in a soft voice.
Eveyln relaxed against Alan's touch and allowed herself to be petted. However, her calm mood was suddenly shattered by the sound of gunshots coming from all around them. Alan tightened his hold on her, his arms wrapping around her slender waist as she gripped his shirt and closed her eyes tightly. The sounds of other kinds of fighting could be heard over the gunshots, and the Princess screamed throughout it, trying not to listen to the sounds of the men she had called to her rescue dying all around. She buried her head in Alan's chest and sobbed. This was all her fault!
Then everything got quiet and the screams died away along with the guards. She felt Alan tense up and Evelyn peered around and her blood froze when she caught sight of the man, covered in blood, watching them. Quickly, Alan pried the girl away from his chest and pushed her behind him. He squared off with the man and drew his weapons, firing a few rounds and hitting him. However, when he ran out and it was the intruder's turn, almost every shot he fired hit the mark, and Alan's body was riddled with what was left of his bullets.
She screamed as Alan fell, but didn't dare to come closer because the man was still firing at him. Evelyn kept screaming his name, over and over, as if she was willing for him to stay with her. But she knew he couldn't have possibly survived all that. He was gone. Alan was dead. Her eyes looked at the bloody corpse deafly, unwilling to beleive what she was seeing. Her mouth was hung open slightly, silent tears streaming down her soft white cheeks. She slumped over and fell to the ground, sitting there staring at Alan's petrified face.
Evelyn didn't take notice in the man's presence until he walked up to her. She could feel his evil eyes resting on her, like a snake slithering over her body. The girl shivered and looked up at him, tears still falling from her eyes. But this time there was a mix of pain, fear, and anger in her eyes as she looked at him. He had killed them all. "I will never be yours." She said with defiance, but she did not resist when he picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder. She simply hung limply, her body trembling with fear, tears wetting his coat as she silently wept. What was going to happen to her now?
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 11:12 pm
Veone's mind drifted through his memories, as he wandered the streets aimlessly searching for Eversio clan members, it was sad that he couldn't draw up a single happy memory, he was becoming consumed by his own lust for retribution... he sighed lightly before his eyes drifted back to the mansion... With that he turned and began to walk toward the mansion...It shouldn't be to hard to get in, humans were easily swayed with telepathy...at least most were.
Veone now stood outside the walls of the grand mansion of the royal family, was there a point to even going in...he was beginning to feel conflicted, but he ignored his apathy for the time being and quickly entered the mansion.
"Odd...where are all the guards..." Veone said to himself quietly, only passing a few on his way in, of course he had no idea how to move about the mansion for a while atleast not until he 'got directions', He wandered about the vast and mansion, he'd never really been in a large mansion or a small one for that matter...
"Ha...why'd I even come here? I don't even know what I'm looking for..." He shook his head slightly, sure he felt the presence of a vampire here but it didn't seem to be an Eversio, it read differently and seemed to be alot stronger from what he could read telepathically, though the vampire would've detected his presence by now, and most vampires didn't enjoy the company of those that could rival them and aren't on there side...
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