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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 15:27:29 GMT -5
Okay, so I really want to do a roleplay involving a vampire. I don't have specific plot ideas, but I do know that I don't want the plot to be focused on romance. Also, I kinda want this to be a long term thing. So, any takers?
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 16:30:50 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 27, 2016 16:31:53 GMT -5
I'd like to RP! I actually have a vampire plot idea if you're interested?
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 16:42:47 GMT -5
I am interested ^^ What's the plot?
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 27, 2016 17:01:41 GMT -5
So it's a modern-day set plot, although it can easily be adapted to other time periods if you so wish ^^ A major mafia family has employed the use of vampire guards for generations. In exchange for their protection and service, the vampires were promised the blood of the family's enemies. Eventually both the vampire clan and the crime family grew in size and power, until they had the whole region under their control. Eventually, the government grew wise about the vampires, and created a special unit of Vampire Hunters to eliminate the vampires. The Hunters employed special equipment and weapons that the vampires could not combat, and began a systematic extermination of all vampires in the country. The vampires turned to their long-time allies for help, but when the vampires needed them most, the mafia, looking to get rid of the vampires completely and assert complete domination over the region, refused to help them. With no one to turn to and their only ally gone, the vampires were doomed. Years later, the government operation has been deemed a success, and vampires in the region have all but been wiped out. The mafia's plan worked, and they are now in complete control of the criminal element of the country, at the cost of their allies. Muse A is the young heiress of the mafia, but she wants nothing to do with the family or its corrupt ways. Now in her late teens, she is looking for a way to get out of the family and live a normal life. And then, one night, Muse B appears at her balcony. Muse B is a vampire, one of the few still left alive. He has spent the past 5 years of his life hunted, and is badly wounded and near unconsciousness. He has returned to the only place he knew as a safe haven, even if they are against him, in the hope that someone would take mercy on him and help him. What will Muse A do when she recognizes Muse B as her childhood friend and protector, before the betrayal? What will she do when she discovers he is a vampire? Will she help him, and use his abilities to help her leave the family? Or will she turn him in to her father to be executed?
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 17:14:29 GMT -5
I really love that plot ^^ It's not a cliche vampire plot and it sounds completely amazing and I really should stop using conjunctions now.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 27, 2016 17:27:03 GMT -5
Glad you like it! ^^ Do you know which character you'd like to play?
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 17:34:34 GMT -5
I would prefer Muse B ^^
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 27, 2016 17:37:07 GMT -5
Alright! Do you want to descriptions prior, or just go into it?
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 17:38:29 GMT -5
We can do descriptions if you'd like ^^ I don't have a preference.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 27, 2016 17:48:12 GMT -5
(Alright, let's do descriptions then. Nothing too long, just a name and a basic appearance and age should be fine!)
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 18:05:36 GMT -5
Okay ^^ I'll get working on that ASAP.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 27, 2016 20:40:28 GMT -5
(Okay sounds good! Sorry I'm multitasking a presentation)
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Post by Misty on Aug 27, 2016 20:50:14 GMT -5
(That's fine ^^ I haven't started my description yet oops)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 27, 2016 23:24:43 GMT -5
(That's fine )
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Post by Misty on Aug 28, 2016 13:55:54 GMT -5
Lucas Grey - Male - Appears to be 22 Lucas stands at six feet tall, weighs 185 pounds, and appears to be in excellent shape. His muscles appear toned, which is likely a combination of him being in shape while he was human and being turned into a vampire (as well as his ideal physical self). Because he is a vampire, his skin is very fair, but he does have a few freckles scattered across his arms, legs, and chest. His hair is a medium brown color and it is styled into an undercut. The sides and back are cut shorter than the top, but the length of the sides and back is not uniform; instead, his hair transitions in length so the contrast between the top portion of his hair, which is of medium length and pushed straight back, and the rest of it is not as stark. His eyes are hazel-green, making them hazel around the pupil before transitioning to a light green and dark green. His teeth are white and perfectly straight, and he is clean-shaven. He wears a pair of non-prescription glasses so he appears older, as he has occasionally been told he looks younger than 22. He has a few scars: a pair of puncture wounds on the right side of the base of his neck and a scar from a knife that runs across his chest and stomach area. He also has some tattoos. The first is an armband tattoo that is centered on his right upper arm. It consists of six lines, each a quarter of an inch thick, and a solid band an inch thick. Three lines are above the band and three lines are below it. Each part is separated by a section of skin that is a quarter inch thick. The second runs along the right side of his lower chest/upper stomach and "spells" his name in Roman numerals (XII for L, XXI for U, III for C, I for A, and XIX for S). Both pieces are done in dark brown-black ink.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 2, 2016 2:32:06 GMT -5
(Sorry had to take a small hiatus for exams. I'm back now!)
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Post by Misty on Sept 2, 2016 16:32:24 GMT -5
(That's fine ^^ oh gosh I still need to do my description xD I'll get working on that ASAP)
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Post by Misty on Sept 2, 2016 23:12:59 GMT -5
(Okay, I finished my physical description for my character ^^)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 4, 2016 3:37:05 GMT -5
(Okay great! I have mine as well)
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 8:32:06 GMT -5
Great! Did you want to start or should I?
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 4, 2016 17:30:31 GMT -5
You can go ahead and start us off! ^^
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 17:32:33 GMT -5
(I will get started on that. And could you post your character's description?)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 4, 2016 17:36:34 GMT -5
(Ah sure, just a sec)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 4, 2016 18:20:29 GMT -5
Rebecca "Becky" Conlon Female, Age 19 Becky is a slender, graceful young woman who stands at about 5'5. The young heiress of the powerful Conlon criminal empire, Becky has been kept on a rigorous physical and mental regimen from a young age, to train her for her future position, which she wants nothing of. Due to this, she is quite athletic despite her slight frame and seemingly harmless persona, and is well versed in the use of firearms as well as close combat. She can certainly fend for herself if needed. Becky has long, wavy blonde hair that stops at the base of her back, and deep blue eyes, as well as a well-developed figure and quite small hands. Unlike most members of her family, she is not power hungry or particularly ambitious, and would much prefer to do what she wants in life. She is particularly against how they have conditioned her life to fit her needs. She is resolute in her beliefs and isn't one to back down from a confrontation. Nevertheless, she does have a shy side, especially when meeting new people, and when she makes a mistake, she can get flustered easily, an aspect of her personality that her trainers were never able to completely subvert.
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 19:29:02 GMT -5
Running through a forest area at night usually wasn't a good idea. Running through a forest at night while injured was never a good one.
Lucas swore under his breath as he tripped and nearly fell for the fifth time that night. While tripping and falling usually wasn't an issue for him, it became one when he was injured and struggling to stay conscious. He took a few more steps forward and finally tripped and fell. This time, he swore loudly as he tumbled to the ground. He remained on the ground for a moment, simultaneously dazed and relieved to not be running at the moment. He took a moment to assess his injured. He had deep gashes on the right side of his body and chest, a fairly deep cut across the top of his left leg, a long but shallow cut that ran down the length of his left arm, and a small cut along his right temple. He didn't have many, but the ones on his side, chest, and leg were major issues for him. His body was trying to keep him conscious and begin healing the wounds, but the competition for energy was taking its toll on him. If he didn't see someone about his wounds soon, he knew it was likely that he would pass out. He needed to find some to help him.
As Lucas stood again, he realized that whoever had hurt and started chasing him had given up on pursuing him. "Damn government," he mumbled as he pressed a hand to his side to cover the wound. That didn't do much to help, but it made him feel better. He stood again, realizing that this part of the forest was familiar. It took him a moment to figure out why it was familiar, and he groaned once he did. He swore again under his breath. "Damn mafia," he mumbled. It was unlikely that they would help him, but it was worth a shot. Either he passed out and died in the forest, or they killed him. He began walking forward with his hand on his side, and soon exited the forest and saw a balcony. He didn't know whose room it was attached to, but that didn't matter to him. He took a few more steps forward before falling to his knee and letting out a sharp cry of pain.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 4, 2016 20:42:09 GMT -5
Running through a forest area at night usually wasn't a good idea. Running through a forest at night while injured was never a good one. Lucas swore under his breath as he tripped and nearly fell for the fifth time that night. While tripping and falling usually wasn't an issue for him, it became one when he was injured and struggling to stay conscious. He took a few more steps forward and finally tripped and fell. This time, he swore loudly as he tumbled to the ground. He remained on the ground for a moment, simultaneously dazed and relieved to not be running at the moment. He took a moment to assess his injured. He had deep gashes on the right side of his body and chest, a fairly deep cut across the top of his left leg, a long but shallow cut that ran down the length of his left arm, and a small cut along his right temple. He didn't have many, but the ones on his side, chest, and leg were major issues for him. His body was trying to keep him conscious and begin healing the wounds, but the competition for energy was taking its toll on him. If he didn't see someone about his wounds soon, he knew it was likely that he would pass out. He needed to find some to help him. As Lucas stood again, he realized that whoever had hurt and started chasing him had given up on pursuing him. "Damn government," he mumbled as he pressed a hand to his side to cover the wound. That didn't do much to help, but it made him feel better. He stood again, realizing that this part of the forest was familiar. It took him a moment to figure out why it was familiar, and he groaned once he did. He swore again under his breath. "Damn mafia," he mumbled. It was unlikely that they would help him, but it was worth a shot. Either he passed out and died in the forest, or they killed him. He began walking forward with his hand on his side, and soon exited the forest and saw a balcony. He didn't know whose room it was attached to, but that didn't matter to him. He took a few more steps forward before falling to his knee and letting out a sharp cry of pain. Becky hated it all. The restrictive lifestyle. The stuffy dresses. The training and the etiquette. Being paraded around like some kind of trophy. And worst of all, the corruption. Being born into the life of an extremely powerful mafia family wasn't easy for the girl, who would much rather just go to college. Instead, there she was in her room, in practically house arrest for trying to escape yet again. She had vocally stated many times that she wanted nothing to do with this business, but her overbearing father, the current head of the mafia, would have none of it. It was no secret that Becky despised her father. When she was only 7 years old, her mother had been removed from her life for being 'too soft of an influence' on her. Then, the training had begun, all under his command. She had been there to witness countless unscrupulous missions undertaken by his word, including the betrayal of the vampires, who had aided them for so long. In contrast, her father cherished her dearly. Or rather, for a more accurate term, he cherished what she represented. To him, she was the crown jewel in his trophy box - A beautiful young daughter well versed in the ways of the family, to be married off to make as many connections as possible, and eventually take over the family business. Her feelings didn't matter, and he was either oblivious or uncaring of the fact that she hated him. The young woman sighed while laying on her bed. Yet another unproductive day of doing things she didn't want. When would it stop? Her irritated thoughts were interrupted when she heard a loud thud outside her room, on the balcony. She sat straight up, and her hand immediately to the Beretta on her nightstand. No doubt someone was there, trying to break in. She considered calling for the guards, but decided against it. She could handle herself, and the last thing she wanted to see is their sneering faces as they treated her like some sort of damsel in distress that they could flirt with at every turn, hoping for a promotion. Instead, she wrapped her small hands firmly around the handgun and got to her feet. She made her way cautiously towards the balcony, gun pointed in front of her as she approached the drapes. Weapon at the ready, she quickly swiped the curtains aside, ready to put a round through the leg of whatever had dared to enter her room. Instead, she faltered when she saw a heavily wounded young man keeled over on her balcony. Her first instinct was to rush over and help him, but over a decade of training won over. Instead, she stood warily away from him, gun leveled towards him. "Who are you?" She asked slowly. "And why are you here?"
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 21:24:43 GMT -5
Before Becky came outside, Lucas removed his hand from his side and placed both his palms on the concrete balcony. He shifted his weight so that both knees were also on the ground, but that turned out to be a bad idea. He let out another cry of pain before shifting to a less painful position. Too focused on trying to find a less painful position, he didn't hear the girl come outside, so he was startled when she spoke. He slowly lifted his head to look at her, and he blinked a few times as he recognized her almost immediately. He struggled to recall her name - not that it mattered. She wasn't the young girl he remembered, and she had a gun pointed toward him. Still, it couldn't hurt to ask for her help. Worst case scenario, she could shoot him and put him out of his misery.
"You gotta help me," Lucas begged, removing his hands from the concrete, brushing them off, and using one to cover the wound on his side. "My name? It's Luca-ah!" He didn't get to finish telling her his name. Instead, he dropped his hand and brought both hands to the wound on his chest as he swore loudly. He looked up at the teenager and blinked a few times as he struggled to remain conscious. "Why am I here?" He repeated, having to think about why he was there. "I-uh-I don't really know," he admitted as he glanced down. The mafia hadn't done anything to help him or his friends when they needed their allies the most. Lucas found the strength to look at Becky again. "I was running in the forest and caught sight of the balcony, and I figured my options were either die out there or come here and maybe get help." He found his eyes closing, and he quickly blinked to keep them open. "Look, I'm in [flipping] pain and I'm about to pass out from my injuries. If you're not gonna help me, you can shoot me now, end my life, and put me out of my [flipping] misery."
After he finished speaking, he dropped his head and groaned as he pressed harder against his chest. "Look, I'm not asking for much. Please, just help me."
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 4, 2016 22:09:12 GMT -5
Becky's wariness fell as he spoke. It was clear that he didn't come to harm her, and he was just in trouble. She decided to drop her guard and she lowered her gun, relaxing slightly. "Lu...?" She mused. The name...something seemed familiar about it. She decided not to dwell on it and instead help him. "Alright, come on in. I'll patch you up." She said. She moved to his side and helped him up, being cautious of his injuries. She was burning with questions - who he was, how he had ended up so close to their estate, and how he had ended up so badly injured. But those could wait.
The girl helped him over into the room and onto the bed, before withdrawing the first aid kit from a drawer. She quickly looked him over with a trained eye. Medical field training had been an important part of her regimen. She focused on the gashes on his chest and side, which appeared to be the most serious. She began to clean up the wounds carefully while methodically pressing cotton to staunch the bleeding. The material quickly soaked through, but she continued to apply pressure on the wound until the bloodflow slowed. Once done, she moved to the next wound.
She worked quickly and methodically, cleaning out each wound with water and iodine, swabbing it with antibacterial fluid, and then using cotton to staunch the bleeding. Once she was satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, she began to carefully cover the wounds with gauze and medical tape, staying deadly focused until every wound had been tended to. Although she had the appearance of a dainty girl of high upbringing, she clearly didn't have an issue with getting her hands dirty, and with the first aid finished, her hands were stained red with blood, in contrast to the expensive dress she wore.
She picked up the bloody cotton and rags and made her way to the bathroom. She dumped the rags and proceeded to wash her hands clean of the sanguine grime before returning back to her room. "You're going to need stitches." She told him. "But that's going to have to wait until you heal up a bit." Now that he was up close, she could study him a little more carefully. He had a well defined face, and those eyes...somehow, she reminded him of someone she used to know... She tried to keep it to herself, but the question grew until she couldn't help herself, and she finally burst out, "Sorry, but you look like someone I knew a long time ago. You wouldn't happen to know a Lucas, would you?" She asked him, naming her dear childhood friend who she hadn't seen in 10 years.
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 22:53:27 GMT -5
Lucas nodded weakly as she agreed to help him, and be didn't fight Becky's assistance as she helped him onto his feet. As she guided him into her room and to her bed, he focused all his remaining energy on walking so that he wasn't putting all his weight on her. He guessed that she was a good six inches shorter than him, and he wasn't sure she fully support him. Under normal circumstances, he would be embarrassed to admit to needing help, but his situation stopped being normal a long time ago. When they reached the bed, he immediately sat on the edge of it and pulled off his bloody, ripped shirt and let it fall to the floor. He winced as he did this, but he felt better with the bloody shirt not sticking to him. Also, he hoped that removing it would make it easier for Becky to treat his injuries.
As she cleaned his wounds, Lucas remained silent and focused his energy on remaining conscious. He picked a point in the room - the bottom drawer of her dresser - and stared at it while Becky tended to his injuries. Even though she was treating him, he was still worried about passing out and not waking up (though that might be a blessing given the state of his life at the moment). He didn't take his eyes off the point until she spoke, though he did wince during the treatment. Once she did, he turned his attention to her. "That's something you're gonna have to do. I'm not going to a hospital." He said this stubbornly, and if he had been able to cross his arms without wincing, he would have. He dropped his head and gently shook it, unsure of how long it would take his body to heal itself. "The only Lucas I know is myself," he said weakly as he lifted his head again.
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