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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:21 am
Ilusions of the Night
A Vampire RoleplayRules 1. No god-moding
2. No cybering
3. There will be a seperate thread for Character sheets...post all character profiles in that thread please
4. Romance is encouraged but keep it PG-13
5. Keep cussing to a minimum I will allow swearing but please not every other word
6. Be at least literate or semi-lit
7. No using ** for actions
8. Please write in third person
9. Please do not quote
10. I am goddess my word is law! blaugh
11. I have the right to add or take any rules away as I please
12. Last but not least have fun!!!
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:24 am
~Story~ Blood soaked her hands and clothes, tears streaked down her cheeks. What had she done? She had killed her parents...but it had not been her fault! She wasn't the same person they knew! She had been changed...she had been changed into a creature she thought not possible to exist. How could this have happened? Out of all the people in the world why did it have to be her?
Why did he change her into a....
Vampire.
Do vampires really exist? I had not believed that they did...but that all changed.
It was over three hundred years ago when I first met a real vampire. She was beautiful, but she held a sorrow in her like no living creature I had ever come upon. I became her friend, but it was strange since the only time I ever saw her was night. Still it didn't come to me that she was a creature of the night...a vampire or so to speak. No, I had fallen in love with her and I didn't want to believe other wise. But then, she told me...she told me her story. She told me of the pain she held within her, the regret, the anger...the resentment.
She had killed her own family, but it hadn't been her choice to make. The thirst had been unbareable and unlike the stories, livestock animals hadn't quenched that gnawing hunger-like thirst. It had been her home she fled to...hoping to get help from her family, to tell them of her problem. But as soon as she saw them...she had attacked and killed them all. Her sister, her brother, her mother and father. After she told me her heart-breaking story she asked me the impossible...to kill her. How could I have killed the one I loved? Easy...she would do it herself, no matter what I said or did.
But before she died I asked her for one favour...to turn me into a creature of the night. With much begging I managed to make her turn me...and come the morn, I killed her...just as I had promised. But I would hunt down the one who had caused her that horrible pain...I would kill the one that had turned her.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:29 am
~Made-Ups~ Daenerys Targaryen21 Username: Daenerys Targaryen21
Name: Arianne
Age: 121 but looks 20
Personality: She is a bit cold and harsh, but once you get passed all that she is sweet and kind.
Race ((Human or Vampire)): Vampire
Appearance ((No avi. A picture or detailed description, please)):
Bio: Arianne had been born into one of the richest families of her time. Though she had all the protection needed, there was no stopping the one creature from reaching her. He had desired her and in doing so had come to her in the middle of the night, he had come through the front door as if he hadn't needed permission and killed many people who had tried to protect her. But in the end he had gotten to her and almost drained her of her blood, he had then saved what little blood she had left...and turned her.
Weapon: Uses a sword forged of a special material. It's black in color, glass-like in appearance and very sharp, it hardly needs sharpening. Though it looks to be fragile and useless it is almost like diamond, hard to break...almost impossible. The sword is unbelievably light but is sharp enough to cut through an opponent if she so wishes. Experienced with this sword, she has had years of training, a special training in the handling of the light sword she carries with her. Not many people know how to use or wield it for it rejects most Alyah Username: Alyah
Name: 400, looks 23
Age: Eisley
Race (Vampire or Human): Vampire, but has turned against her own kind, now a Slayer/Hunter
Personality: She's determined and skilled, sticking to her work and not letting anything get in her way. She's sharp and quick to act, clever and all hell and spit-fire. She doesn't take s**t from anyone and
Weapon (Two or three): her adoptive father's old Colt, machete and machine gun
Bio: Eisley grew up on the streets of England, a rampid little vampire. She was part of a small coven of young vampires that wandered the streets, taking whoever they could victim. She was growing accustomed to this fast-paced life style until her younger brother, Dios, was killed by a fellow vampire for simply getting in the way. After, Eisley fled with determination to fight against her own people and a personal hatred of herself. She's managed to surpress her wants as a vampire and met an old vampire slayer who took her in and taught her the ways of a slayer. Now, she's on her own after her father passed away, slaying whatever vampires she can find and struggling not to kill herself for what monster she has become.
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 tears of a star Username:tears of a star
Name:Tristina"Tris"
Age:21
Race: Human (Slayer)
Personality:Shes preatty cold most of the time and normally doesnt losen up till shes almost fighting, no clue why.
Weapon (Will allow four): Gun, and a silver sword that runs down her back bone.
Bio: Tris was born into a bad family. Her dad was taken away from her when she was little and her mom fell into a depression and started taking drugs. Her big brother was her angel, the one that tucked her in at night and held her as she cried. He was the one that told her the stories about the monsters that lived, not under the bed, but they lived as we did. Later she learned from one of her brother’s friends that her brother’s job was to kill all of those monsters. About a month later his body was found, pale and ripped open, she swore from that day on she would kill all of the monsters that her brother died trying to destroy.
Appearance:Tris
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:36 am
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:38 am
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:39 am
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 4:33 pm
Tris picked her way threw the twisting streets of her current home town. She tucked the pale silver locket that her brother gave her for her last birthday before he died. She was hunting again, another monster had made it on her radar. She put her hand on her gun and kept her eyes open.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 8:35 pm
Eisley is having the urges again. She squirms, like she is having a bad dream - tries to shift herself away from the desire for blood; licks her lips like she needs it. She reaches blindly for her gun; it's still dark out and she doesn't want to turn on the lights.
She hasn't been able to sleep for weeks.
"God," she mutters, turning over. It rushes over her like a tidal wave; she thinks of her brother, thinks of the coven that betrayed her, thinks about what Daniel taught her - fight it, Eisley. Control it - don't let it control you.
Sometimes, she wonders if she'll ever get past the want for human blood.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 9:47 pm
Arianne walked calmly through the night. There was something in the air...the scent of blood. She scrunched up her nose and continued on her way, for now she would ignore the want for blood. She sighed looked down to the ground below her not watching where she was going at all, yet she was avoiding perfectly well smacking into people or objects. Her mind was elsewhere and she didn't want to be pulled back from the memories...or did she?
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