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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 27, 2017 22:31:57 GMT -5
( do they wear uniforms? )
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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 27, 2017 22:37:58 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 27, 2017 22:39:52 GMT -5
{{ Nah, no uniforms }}
{{ OK Amber sounds great! Thank you <3 }}
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 27, 2017 22:52:53 GMT -5
{ I'm excited~ I've almost finished my starter good heavens it's been so long since I last rped!
also, I'm mostly focusing on Sid for my starter I didn't want to throw Viau into the mix and overwhelm you, Cloudy but I can if you'd like to rp him and Jaxxon! }
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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 27, 2017 22:57:20 GMT -5
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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 27, 2017 22:58:10 GMT -5
( one more character lmao )
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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 27, 2017 23:14:31 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 27, 2017 23:17:28 GMT -5
{{ lol Viktoria was implicit in the murder of some random human? xD }}
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 27, 2017 23:17:42 GMT -5
SID SPRINGER { noctem hall // early morning }
For the first time in nineteen years, Sid was alone. Panic settled like a great, hungry beast in the pit of her stomach, swallowing up all other emotions that dared to rear their heads. Excitement. Freedom. All disappeared in the jaws of sheer panic. She was alone. Sid chewed her bottom lip, fighting to keep her composure, or what little she had left. This is what you wanted. You wanted this! All this! University had never seemed like an option when Sid was young. And to not only attend college, but a Caligo was something straight out of a fairy tale. Sid half-expected a fairy godmother to pop out from behind the curtains and crown her a princess. It was beyond belief, really. But not even the vastness of Sid’s joy could compare to the depths of her panic. Her family was gone, miles away in Georgia waiting for her to return home with a degree in something respectable. Above all else, that meant no art, no botany.
Surrounded by students like herself and, for all their company was worth, Sid felt lost. It was jarring, like she was the sole survivor of a shipwreck, alone in her lifeboat. She smoothed the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt. She winced as her eyes landed on the dark smudge at the hem of her dress. Despite Sid’s best efforts, she’d managed to dirty even her best clothes. If her mother could see her… The thought rippled through her with more intensity then she’d anticipated. Her mother. Her mother and sisters. Sid wondered if they were missing her right now. Maybe they missed her as much as she missed them. Without a doubt, Sid knew that Celesse missed her.
Celesse.
Sid could still see the hurt glittering as sharp and painful as broken glass in her sister’s eyes. Of all her family members, Celesse was by far Sid’s favorite. She’d been there for her since they were children playing hide-and-seek in the garden. It was Celesse that had bandaged her scraped knees and wiped away her tears and pointed at very star in the sky until Sid fell asleep on her arm. There had been something so painful in her sister’s face when Sid showed her Caligo’s letter, it had surpassed description. And now Celesse was miles away, still feeling that pain. Sid had done that. She’d hurt the only one who’d ever cared about her, the only one that remembered her existence more than a few times a year.
And she’d left her behind.
The din of conversation plummeted into respectful silence as a man took the stage. It was in the moment before he began his speech that Sid realized her hands were balled in her lap, gripping fistfuls of her skirt. Feeling silly for the momentary lapse, she relaxed her grip and smoothed her skirt. It was one of her best, cotton fabric dyed black, and the perfect match for her green sweater. At least, she thought so. Straightening, she listened carefully to Kingston’s speech as he detailed the nature of Caligo. Listening to it, Sid’s panic seemed to grow lighter, as though carried off by the flow of some unseen river.
You are that group; the best of the best.
You show the greatest potential.
Her. Sidney Springer. She was the best of the best. She showed the greatest potential. Of all the students in the world, Caligo had chosen her. To be personally selected for what was arguably the most elite school there was—a student body of only five hundred or so was exceptionally small—it was breathtaking. For a single thrilling moment, Sid forgot her panic, her loneliness, Celesse. For one moment, it was just her, seated in the auditorium of Caligo, letting the flow of Kingston’s speech carry her to the top of the world.
And then the plummet ensued. Pairings. Sid had heard of this practice, some middle schools used it when introducing new students. A sort of buddy system. She’d never heard of it being used for a college. Especially not one as prestigious as Caligo. But what did it matter? Her new school already seemed full of surprises. Sid crossed her fingers, waiting for her name to be called, hoping her mentor would be someone like Celesse. Someone pretty and charming, sweet and caring, warm and bright and welcoming. Hers was the last name to be called. Figures. The name that followed hers was unusual, like nothing she’d ever heard before. Artistide Penbrandt. Sid blinked, eyes snapping up in search of her mentor, already standing to meet him, as the others around her were doing.
At least she found him and was immediately taken aback. The panic had once again settled in her gut, but this time Sid wasn’t sure why. Artistide was… Good lord! There was no word for it! He was beautiful, with striking red hair like a swatch of blood. Everything about him was fluid and purposeful, in a way Sid couldn’t put into words. Somehow it felt predatory. She pushed the notion away, knowing she was thinking from a place of homesickness, a place that would do anything to paint Caligo in a bad light just so she would have a reason to go home to her family. Sid steeled herself. Maybe he wasn’t as intimidating as he looked. Perhaps he was good and kind. He certainly didn’t look like a student. Must be a professor then. Sid breathed in, steady and deep. Her first day of university. She hoped it would be a good one.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Mar 27, 2017 23:20:50 GMT -5
[ question before I post - is everyone a first year or have the vamps been at school longer? or is it just kind of up to you?]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 27, 2017 23:24:27 GMT -5
{{ up to you. Thane is a senior, Kane is a freshman, Jaxxon and Imani are both freshmen }}
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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 27, 2017 23:24:58 GMT -5
{{ lol Viktoria was implicit in the murder of some random human? xD }} ( lmao yes xD )
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ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Mar 27, 2017 23:25:21 GMT -5
The car was stuffy. A glossy layer of moisture fogged the mirror inches from Sterling's lips. With a long exhale, she watched the splotch of condensation expand, a cold, giant amoebae. It obstructed her vision of outside, but she knew without having to look that it would be the same moody scene. Trees, fog, the occasional pond or small town or scenic overlook. She had hoped the sun would be shining, not because she minded weather but because she had hoped to explore the campus upon arrival. Besides, she realized early into the car ride that she'd forgotten her rain boots. Well, trusty converse, you will have to do, she said, looking down forlornly at her white shoes. Not perfect for puddle stomping. Her feet rested upon one of her suitcases. Most of her belongings, in fact, were crammed into her parents' ten year old Subaru. Excluding her rain boots, of course, and probably many other important things. Well, as long as she had clothes and her book bag everything would be fine.
She drew a heart in the fog on the window. It was an imperfect heart, a little too narrow on the left side, so she redrew another beside it with her index finger.
"Honey, I think this is it," said her mother from the passenger's seat. Sterling closed one eye and looked through the portal her finger had created to the outside world. Still trees. Her blinking lashes reflected back at her in beads of water. "Sterling, look out this way. Terry, I think you turn in here. I just saw a sign. Oh good, there are other cars."
Sterling unbuckled her seat belt and then maneuvered through the luggage to look through the window shield. Her mom was right--they had found themselves behind a line of cars headed into a private driveway. An iron gate shouldered the vehicles to either side, swallowed in heaps of green ivy. "Yeah this is it," she breathed. Alarmingly, she found her heart rate spike. A voice in the back of her head questioned if it would be possible to turn the car around. Despite her parents being within an arms length, she found herself missing them nearly to the point of sickness. And yet, under it all, was an intoxicating hit of Adrenalin. The car crept forward, and the campus slowly came into view. It was, well, striking. Sterling's heart skipped a beat in its frantic pounding.
Her mother gasped. "Oh honey, this looks expensive," she cooed. Dark stone buildings in a dramatic gothic style, towers, spires, and arched windows. Tall trees above a deep green garden Rain began tapping on the window impatiently. Sterling was vaguely aware of her father reaching his hand back to pat her knee. "We're so proud of you, kid." He looked back at her in the mirror, eyes crinkling with affection.
"God, you guys are embarrassing," scoffed Sterling, but she squeezed both of them on the shoulder. Her body didn't know whether to cry tears of anxiety or love, so it settled for laugh. God, she would miss those goofy parents, and it hurt to know they would miss her more.
And then the car was stopped, parked in what wasn't really meant to be a parking lot but was really more of a lawn. Parents and students flooded from their cars and in a flock split off to the dormitories, shepherded by faceless person up ahead. Technically it was only a portion of the freshman arriving that day, given the majority had arrived in the days prior. Her parents had insisted on spending every last moment together. Sterling loaded her arms with various things, from bags to spare jackets. Amidst the blur, the family of three found itself stumbling into her her dorm on the third floor of the women's building. It was a small but comfortable room, although Sterling did not take long to soak in her new home. In an instant she was engulfed in a hug from her mother, who melted into a weepy mess in seconds. "It's fine, Mom," murmured Sterling into the familiar gray curls. "I'll call you every night. Besides, between New Zealand and the new puppy, you guys will hardly notice I'm gone." The parents had decided upon a rather impulsive move to the southern hemisphere; parents always cope in different ways, and she figured a move of country would be better than a spiral into alcoholism or whatever. Next was her father, who pinched her cheek and made a joke about when he experimented in college. Then he called her kid, and kissed her forehead.
"Well, we'd better be off," said dad. Sterling nodded, and hugged them both one last time, and then far too quickly, she was alone. Alone in the world. Holy cuss. She bit her bottom lip, and to her surprise she was more excited than scared. She was perfectly equipped to handle adulthood. With or without rain boots.
In the silence, she found herself perched on her mattress taking in her room. Three arched windows, two beds, and a ornate red and orange rug. It was a beautiful pattern, and she stood up to examine it more closely. It depicted a woman with pale skin in a black dress. She was menacing looking, but beautiful. In her hand was an apple with a single bite through it. Something about the image, however, was off. A dark mark on her cheek. Unintentional, from the look of it. Sterling stood from the bed, and looked down at the rug, eyebrows pinched in concentration. An odd feeling came over her. The stain can from a single drop, and she knew without needed further examination, that it was made by blood. It felt as though there was a marble in her throat, and she choked it down.
In a sudden flash of movement of sound, the door was flung open. "Oh hey, freshie. Orientation is starting, if you want to join the flock." The girl in the door was pale skinned, and her lovely face was framed chocolate brown curls. She looked expectantly at Sterling with sharp blue eyes. "Sorry to have frightened you. We tend to throw doors open around here. That way you can catch someone if they're doing something they oughtn't." The girl gave her a wicked smile, and then she twisted back out of the doorway. Sterling cleansed herself of her strange dread and swiftly followed the dark haired girl into the hall.
Minutes later, in a flock of other students, Sterling entered the cathedral. More specifically, it looked like a cathedral, though the script on the door named the gothic building Noctem Hall. Inside, it was even larger than it seemed from the outside, mostly due to its sky high ceilings and equally towering stained glass windows. The students shuffled to chairs in a chaotic manner. As soon as they were seated and silence had fallen upon the hall, a figure took the stand at the stage. A man--the headmaster, as he proclaimed, launched into a brief introduction. He was praising them as a class it seemed, though Sterling figured that was what he said every year. It wasn't personal, but most of her attention was turned to the people around her. Fellow students, all quite intelligent looking, and she had to note in spite of herself that they were an attractive group. "“To make sure your transition is painless and flawless, we utilize a practice here at Caligo University," the headmaster was saying. "You will be paired with another student or faculty member who will be there to answer questions, assist in your schoolwork, and guide your path here at Caligo. Be proud of what you have accomplished, but remember that your fullest potential has yet to be unlocked. Et fortitudo aeternitatis.” The stained glass was lovely, although she thought a bit creepy for a university. Queens with spiky crowns, thorns, and poison apples. Vivid reds, greens, and yellows.
"Sterling Grace," her name rang out through the echoing hall with surprising force. Her eyes snapped to the podium. "Your mentor will be Thane Kingston." Everyone began to stand as if on cue. Who the hell was Thane Kingston? By the sound of it, she was to be mentored by a monarch. She smiled to herself and attempted to pick out a face among the crowd-- a face which she had never seen before. To her surprise, it happened. Amidst the hundreds of faces, amidst the chaos of the headmaster's booming voice, a single person was walking towards her. Her instinct was to be nervous, because he was good looking and must have been an actual king. But that melted away, as did the chaos of the room.
"Name's Thane," he said as he stood before her. He looked down on her with intense green eyes that were almost predatory. His aura enveloped her like a fog. Dark hair, lean frame. She planted her hand in his, and he gave it a cordial squeeze. His scent was of pine and mint; sharp and intoxicating. She had never noticed a person's scent before.
"Sterling," she said. Her voice sounded more flirtatious than she had intended. In spite of herself, she soaked him in like cooling moonlight. "Where to first?" she asked breathlessly.
[ Well that's probably full of typos but heck here we go! ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Mar 27, 2017 23:26:16 GMT -5
[ alright, that's what i thought, tho always good to double-check. thank ya! ]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 27, 2017 23:33:37 GMT -5
{ why must you do this to me, Glow? I think my starter's just fine and then you come in here with that masterpiece! anyway, take your time! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 27, 2017 23:36:37 GMT -5
poor Sterling has no idea what she's gotten herself into xD
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 27, 2017 23:38:48 GMT -5
{{ should they go somewhere private and Thane can bite her or something, but doesn't wipe her memory properly so she starts to figure things out?
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 27, 2017 23:40:34 GMT -5
{{ xD I will try and get another response up tonight but I need to go to bed soon lol }}
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 27, 2017 23:48:17 GMT -5
{ perfection's a strong word for something that could easily be mistaken for a toddler's handiwork xD
but thank you <3 }
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 27, 2017 23:51:44 GMT -5
O boy I should probably start working on a starter
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 0:07:20 GMT -5
{{ ok I am going to reply to Glow and then will finish replying to everyone else tomorrow <3 }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 0:10:10 GMT -5
Thane eyed the female in front of him for a long moment, taking a deep breath in. She smelled sweet and exotic, like pineapples and vanilla. It was intoxicating, and it stirred the beast within him. He swallowed as the scent of her desire smacked into him like a sucker punch from a heavyweight fighter. He reached out with his mind again, sliding easily into Sterling’s psyche. She was utterly and completely under his control, he realized. He could snap her free will in an instant, and she’d be his. Something dark within him purred at the thought; it liked her, and wanted to keep her. Mine, it told him, and when Thane tried to disagree with himself, it snarled at him. He blinked, and tried to refocus, sifting through Sterling’s thoughts as she took him in. She thought he was a king? He chuckled at that. More like a prince – a prince of the damned. She introduced herself, and the tone of her voice told Thane that he’d been far more successful at influencing her than he’d imagined. He cocked his head to the side, a strand of his dark hair shifting to slide across one jade-colored eyes, and then offered her a kind smile.
“What would you like to do?” he prompted, even as he gently peeled back the layers of her mind and consciousness, until he reached the deepest part of her psyche. He blinked at what he found there; she was… a breath of fresh air. Intrepid, determined, stubborn. Thane found that he liked her. The beast agreed, and urged Thane to sink his teeth into her pretty throat and drink deep of her life’s essence. He found his gaze drawn to the line of her throat, and his nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent again. Her hair covered her throat slightly, and Thane reached out instinctively to brush her hair out of the way. For a long moment, he lost himself in his instincts, and within Sterling’s thoughts and mind. He could feel his teeth elongating, could feel saliva rush to his mouth in preparation, and he swallowed, taking a small step closer to Sterling. She stared up at him like an innocent bird, and the look she gave him, like she was a lifeline to him, had him snapping back to awareness. “Do you need help settling in?” he offered, somewhat awkwardly. He could feel the hunger, the thirst, biting at him, and despite his reservations, he did want to taste Sterling. Her scent taunted him.
The act of blood drinking in itself was intensely pleasurable, and more often than not was followed by intimacy. Thane’s father did want him to continue the family line; better now than never. He reached out, tucked Sterling beneath his arm, and lead her out of the auditorium, and towards the girl’s dorm. He quietly planted the suggestion that she wanted to spend time alone with him; yet again, he felt sickened at the manipulation. She was innocent, and didn’t deserve her fate, but there was little he could do to change it.
The walk to Sterling’s room was rather short, and Thane followed her mutely as they entered the tiny little dorm. He stared around, taking in all the decorations she’d put on the walls. She’d done the best to make the room hers, and judging by the mess, she was not the most organized person. Thane turned to Sterling, his studied her for a moment, and then settled his smoldering green gaze on her. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed in a murmur, shuffling closer to Sterling. He bent his head towards hers, breathing in her exotic scent, and despite the intense hunger it stirred in him, he found that he was calm, and centered. He felt in control of himself, and that was calming. He wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t kill her, no matter how starved she was. With a moment’s hesitation, Thane leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sterling’s.
His movements were gentle, left hand sliding up her spine to cradle the back of her neck, fingers tangling loosely in her blonde hair. She flooded his senses, overwhelming him. Of their own accord, his teeth elongated into fangs, and the tip of one gently nicked Sterling’s bottom lip, drawing blood. Instinctively, Thane caught the blood with his tongue, and groaned.
Her flavor exploded across his tongue, and he groaned again. She was so damn good it should’ve been illegal. There was an exotic undertone to her blood, one of dragon fruit or star fruit. There was also a hint of vanilla and cinnamon, and it all combined to create what Thane would’ve admitted was the perfect concoction. He ran his tongue across the cut gently, making a rumbling noise in his chest. When the wound stopped bleeding, which was almost instantly, Thane began to kiss and gently nip his way across Sterling’s jawline and down her throat, settling along her jugular. He ran his tongue over the skin gently, as if prepping Sterling for the sting of his fangs, and he exhaled once, blowing cool air of Sterling’s throat. I’m sorry, Thane murmured into her mind, and then gently slid his teeth through the slight resistance of her skin, and into the vein.
As before, her blood burst across his tongue, warm and thick and full of life. The compound in his saliva entered her bloodstream, increasing the pleasure of the moment. Thane wrapped his right hand around Sterling’s waist and torso and pulled her closer to him, without dislodging his teeth from their secure place in her throat. He drank deep, pulling at Sterling’s blood with a dark hunger, although he remained gentle. She was his Chosen, the one who would most likely become his consort or mate, considering that he was in his last year at Caligo. His hands slid up and down her spine and stomach, as if admiring a fine fabric. She was soft and gentle and perfect. His tongue swept across her skin again, catching the drops of blood that sought to escape. He swallowed, delighting in the explosion of flavor across his tongue and palate, in the sensation of the warm liquid sliding down his esophagus to settle in his stomach. After what seemed to short a time, Thane retracted his teeth, although he kept his mouth sealed over the puncture wounds. He ran his tongue across the wounds, sealing and healing them with his saliva even as he savored the last remnants of her life’s essence. He slid back into the fog of her mind, rearranging it so that she didn’t realize what had truly occurred.
Unbeknownst to Thane, though, was that he didn’t do as good a job of rearranging Sterling’s thoughts and memories as he thought he hand. He continued to pepper light kisses along Sterling’s throat and jaw, savoring her taste. Instinct demanded that he sink his teeth back into Sterling and drain her dry, but he resisted the urge. He’d resisted becoming attached to his Chosens prior to her for so long, but somehow Sterling had wormed her way into his heart and mind, and he’d claimed her against his better judgement. She was his now; if anyone dared to touch her, his little bird, he’d kill them.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 28, 2017 0:10:52 GMT -5
{{ nah, go ahead and throw him into the mix Mu xD }}
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