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[BlytheOhBabyy.]

Vampires.

Typically considered to be creatures of the night; Undead beings with ethereal beauty.
They are strange, seductive, and seemingly always in control...

But there's something you don't know about them.
These alluring creatures, once turned, have absolutely NO control over their newly formed demonic side. Some survive and eventually gain a little more control--but others, forever drowning in their demonic state, tear themselves apart...little bit by bit...

Until they perish into ashes.

http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/Lilith_Winters/Castlewithmoat.jpg


Upon seeing this, a round of ancient vampires formed an institution to teach these young fledglings how to control this particular destructive side; Along with sharpening their reflexes and battle skills.

Of course, being the selfish creatures Vampires are, these ancients did not particularly form the institution for a simple human emotion (which all Vampires have to be sure, but wholly buried deep), but to be ready for an opposing force, which threatens their very existence: The Salmec.

The Salmec believe that by gathering untamed fledglings, they will rule out the ancient vampires and control their entire race. Of course, once the fledglings are used in battle and win, the plan includes killing off the entire army, if they prove not to kill themselves before a certain date after the war is won. After all, in the long run--how else can the leaders of the Salmec be sure that they will not be vastly overruled, and killed themselves by their very own soldiers?



However, The new arrival of the new 21st century fledglings will begin their training for the next 100 years in the ancient council members' institution, named The Amdis Institution...

Along with these new arrivals though, are new untamed fledglings being gathered rapidly by The Salmec.

And so begins the Cold War of the Damned.


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Okay! So these are the rules, loves. :]

o1. BE LITERATE. Yes, I know some of you have the excuse of trying to be 'unique' by using ghastly grammar and punctuation(or you truly have no CLUE as to how to type correctly...?), but TRUST me--it makes the RP much much better. ((I.e., "plz dnt writee lyk dis foo. ((:".) If I see your grammar skills are not sufficient, I WILL tell you, to be frank. So PLEASE, I beg of you, type your absolute best!!

o2. NO GODMODING. Omigoshh. Please. Vampires, too, were once humans are THEREFORE DO have weaknesses. So please, don't be pompous. For your fellow RPers sake!

o3. NO KILLING OFF OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS UNLESS YOU HAVE PERMISSION. That's pretty much self-explanatory, right? x] Then again, don't make one on one battles last more than 3 pages, mmkay? :B

o4. BE CONSCIOUS OF OTHER PEOPLE. As in, don't leave other RPers behind. Seriously. You'll make 'em cry. D:

o5. NO ONE LINERS. Try, try, TRY to post atleast 3 lines people. If not, then a minimum of two sad, lonely lines. :'(

o6. ROMANCE IS WELCOME! However, overly-graphic foreplay WILL be PMed. (Must think of the children...xD)

On another note(!): You will have the choice of being either untamed(The bad guys, a.k.a, Salmec's army), or tamed(in training at Amdis. :3)

--TEMPLATES ARE COMING IN A SEC! ((:--

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

Templates! Wootness! C:

o1.Name(?):

o2.Sex(?): [It is optional for you to play both a male and female. Doesn't really matter. :3]

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): [19+ please!]

o4.Personality(?):

o5.Background(?)

o6:Appearance(?): [NOTE: Real Pics! && For the sake of my sanity, plllleeeaasse try not to use too much of a scene-ish, emo-ish pictures or whatever I usually see here for Rps...after all, the characters here have to have a certain level of maturity; They're already grown ups after-all.]

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?):

o8.Other(?): [You can include interests, hobbies, etc. ((:]

[joebobohobo]

((im joining, bly!! XD One sec, ill whip up a charrie. can i have two? :O))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

((im joining, bly!! XD One sec, ill whip up a charrie. can i have two? :O))

[Gahhh Joey you're my savior! x33
Of course mann! The more the merrier. ;O]
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[rocker_emo16]

((May I join?))

[joebobohobo]

o1.Name(?): Kell
o2.Sex(?): Male
o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 21
o4.Personality(?): Hes weeeeeird. He a very creepy kind of person, he hates, HATES being the butt end of a joke. Hes under control but you can make him lose it, if you try. Hes usually quiet, cold, but he will warm up to you after he gets to know you, hes just not that trusting of people.
o5.Background(?) He lived a rather pointless, meaningless life while he lived on the streets until he was accidentaly turned one night by a vampire. Hes pretty darn old now, and hes tame
o6:Appearance(?): http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p172/endlessdaydreamer/Models/DavidWitko.jpg
o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed
o8.Other(?): he has a stud on his left ear and a intricate tattooed pattern of small x's on his left hand. He likes to take walks, and thats usually what hes doing most of the time, just walking around.

o1.Name(?): Casey
o2.Sex(?): Female
o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 20
o4.Personality(?): Shes nice, sort of seductive and sweet. She is nice most of the time, but if you get on her bad side, shes likely to not forgive you.
o5.Background(?) She was recently turned, and has barely any control at all over her 'urges'. If you make her mad, she is very liable to attack you. She lived with a respectable family until she was out at a club one night and got turned, she killed her family by accident and has been brought to the institution.
o6:Appearance(?): http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p172/endlessdaydreamer/Models/LaceUpCorset.jpg
o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Untamed
o8.Other(?): She loves stuffed animals, like LOVELOVELOVES them

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

((May I join?))

[Yes you may! :3]
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[joebobohobo]

((whoohshssh, im first charrie make ^(^_^)^ Huzzah!!! but where are yours, Bly? :O:O:O))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[I'm working on them, shhhh! x33]
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[rocker_emo16]

o1.Name(?): May

o2.Sex(?): Female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 20

o4.Personality(?): Random, acts like a five year old if hyper, has bipolar
disorder so her moods can be out of whack.

o5.Background(?) She lived in the slums of England back in the day. Till one night she was turned into a vampire. She is pretty tame but with her disorder she dose become violent.

o6:Appearance(?): http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa274/Becca800/030520086617.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed

o8.Other(?): She likes animals and music.

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o1.Name(?): Damien

o2.Sex(?): Male

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 23

o4.Personality(?): Dark, Weird, and Cold.

o5.Background(?) He was just turned and has no control over himself when he has an ‘urge’. He grew up in a big city and lived a normal life till he was turned.

o6:Appearance(?): http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj154/xoxoxVampirexoxox/24863622-1.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Untamed

o8.Other(?): He has a odd hobby…He collets old newspapers.

[joebobohobo]

((ok, ok Bly XD hehe))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(This detailed and literate enough for you? ;))

o1.Name(?): Felicity Reed

o2.Sex(?): female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 23

o4.Personality(?): Felicity is a quiet young lady, dignified and refined. She’s not the sort who you would expect to see out partying at a night club or what have you. She’s more likely to appear at some sort of classy cotillion or other sort of equally upper-class venue. She’s not a snob, nor self-centered, but she’s restrained enough that some people may think so. She has a great love for music and the arts, of course, especially classical, and also a weakness for fine fashion and jewelry.

o5.Background(?) Felicity was born to a well-off family in a town in the vicinity of London, England. Her family isn’t titled, but they’re what would be considered “gentry” by older-school standards. Thus, she grew up in a “classy” sort of background, steeped in the arts and the finer things in life. Early on, Felicity discovered her great love- ballet. Dance drew her in and overall was where she felt most at home. Thus, she stuck with the lessons with a perseverance one might not expect from a high-society girl, and ultimately even found herself a place dancing with an area ballet theatre, gaining prominent roles in some of their performances.
Then the strange letters started. Written in a bizarre hand, all curlicues and flourishes, the like of which not typically seen on a letter written past the 19th century. Professing admiration, eternal love… eternal binding. Needless to say, Felicity didn’t like the idea of having a stalker admirer. So she accepted a timely offer to participate with another ballet company and their tour of the United States, figuring her stalker would not be able to reach her in another country.
At first, all was well and quiet. She seemed to be at peace. But then the letters found her again…. And things got worse. Shadows seemed to follow her, at night. Then the gifts. Little things, like ribbons and earrings and… then, bouquets of dried, dead roses. Needless to say, Felicity was getting freaked out, by this point. But the police couldn’t find any evidence of the stalker. He was just on the fringes, never acting out…. But then, one night after a performance, Felicity was summoned by a stage hand to come meet a fellow performer backstage. The stagehand acted a little strange- had a stiff, odd voice- but this was someone she’d never had any reason to distrust. So she went along….
And there he was. Like a figure out of a Gothic novel, all long caped coat and waistcoat with cravat, the white the only splash in the darkness. That and the ghastly pale face, the cold blue eyes…. Felicity tried to flee, but he was too fast. Caught her, told her how he had admired her for so long, she of the silent grace and luminous beauty. To never see that grace or beauty fade or change with time, to last on forever… alongside him, he alone who loved her so deeply…. Next thing she knew, fangs were burying themselves in her long slender throat. Felicity was Turned.
Her captor took her away, tried to make her over in his image. But it didn’t work. She was enthralled for a time, yes. But gradually, discipline and a hitherto unseen determination rose up, and she succeeded in breaking free of his hold. Fleeing to a safe haven. Last she knew, he was dead. With any luck, anyway.

o6:Appearance(?): http://cheetah.matt.free.fr/unknowns/unknown-model%20(196).jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed

o8.Other(?): Felicity has a fondness for wearing fine garments most of the time, especially long dresses. She loves things that shine and sparkle. She also still maintains her dancing, even though she’s not performing anymore, due to circumstances. Someday, she would like to resume something akin to her career.

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[Uwaa! 'Tis here. :D (Finally...>.>)]

o1.Name(?): Corbin Daray

o2.Sex(?): Male

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 20

o4.Personality(?): Corbin's a natural charmer. He loves speakingwith new people he meets, and his natural charisma puts anyone at ease. He has a very calm air about him, and thus makes anyone in his company a bit more relaxed. He's very open and friendly, and is also a perfectionist.

o5.Background(?): Growing up in Chicago in the late 1920's gave Corbin a taste of city-life. He used to live with one of his good friends in a two-room apartment to pursue an acting career, but was unfortunately turned just for being at the wrong place and the wrong time in the back of an old theater. Immediately following his own demon attacks, he severed all ties with his roomate, and set out on his own. A few decades later, he found Bella alone, and confused in a small park; Thus began their sibling relationship.

o6:Appearance(?):http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/Lilith_Winters/RiverPhoenix.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed.

o8.Other(?): Being the perfectionist that he is, Corbin has managed to tame himself to an exceeding extent. He can't remember the last time he lost control of it; Thus, he met Bella in Chicago, and has been helping her since...
Ever since finding out about the Institution, he immediately enrolled himself to sharpen his reflexes and battle skills.

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o1.Name(?): Bella Kieran

o2.Sex(?): Female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 19

o4.Personality(?): A bit shy, Bella is less outgoing than her good friend Corbin; Though she's easy going and care-free once you get to know her.

o5.Background(?): Bella's mother died giving birth to her; she once lived with her father in a small countryside, but unfortunately, he died after her 18th birthday. Wanting to get away from her old, painful memories, she moved to Chicago, where she was offered a modeling career. She spent her days unil her 19th birthday working and reading books all day. Sadly she was turned one day in a small secluded park by a perishing, older 20th century fledgling who fed on her feeble attempt to save his existence, but did not prevail.

o6:Appearance(?): http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/Lilith_Winters/lais.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Halfway there. Her attacks don't necessarily consist of losing control in an animalistic way, but to experience extreme pain on each self-attack.

o8.Other(?): Corbin has helped her a bit, seeing as to how she doesn't try to slaughter people, but rather just tremble in anguish in each of her attacks. Because of this though, she followed his advice and enrolled in the institution in hopes of fully taming herself one day.

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

(This detailed and literate enough for you? ;))

o1.Name(?): Felicity Reed

o2.Sex(?): female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 23

o4.Personality(?): Felicity is a quiet young lady, dignified and refined. She’s not the sort who you would expect to see out partying at a night club or what have you. She’s more likely to appear at some sort of classy cotillion or other sort of equally upper-class venue. She’s not a snob, nor self-centered, but she’s restrained enough that some people may think so. She has a great love for music and the arts, of course, especially classical, and also a weakness for fine fashion and jewelry.

o5.Background(?) Felicity was born to a well-off family in a town in the vicinity of London, England. Her family isn’t titled, but they’re what would be considered “gentry” by older-school standards. Thus, she grew up in a “classy” sort of background, steeped in the arts and the finer things in life. Early on, Felicity discovered her great love- ballet. Dance drew her in and overall was where she felt most at home. Thus, she stuck with the lessons with a perseverance one might not expect from a high-society girl, and ultimately even found herself a place dancing with an area ballet theatre, gaining prominent roles in some of their performances.
Then the strange letters started. Written in a bizarre hand, all curlicues and flourishes, the like of which not typically seen on a letter written past the 19th century. Professing admiration, eternal love… eternal binding. Needless to say, Felicity didn’t like the idea of having a stalker admirer. So she accepted a timely offer to participate with another ballet company and their tour of the United States, figuring her stalker would not be able to reach her in another country.
At first, all was well and quiet. She seemed to be at peace. But then the letters found her again…. And things got worse. Shadows seemed to follow her, at night. Then the gifts. Little things, like ribbons and earrings and… then, bouquets of dried, dead roses. Needless to say, Felicity was getting freaked out, by this point. But the police couldn’t find any evidence of the stalker. He was just on the fringes, never acting out…. But then, one night after a performance, Felicity was summoned by a stage hand to come meet a fellow performer backstage. The stagehand acted a little strange- had a stiff, odd voice- but this was someone she’d never had any reason to distrust. So she went along….
And there he was. Like a figure out of a Gothic novel, all long caped coat and waistcoat with cravat, the white the only splash in the darkness. That and the ghastly pale face, the cold blue eyes…. Felicity tried to flee, but he was too fast. Caught her, told her how he had admired her for so long, she of the silent grace and luminous beauty. To never see that grace of beauty fade or change with time, to last on forever… alongside him, he alone who loved her so deeply…. Next thing she knew, fangs were burying themselves in her long slender throat. Felicity was Turned.
Her captor took her away, tried to make her over in his image. But it didn’t work. She was enthralled for a time, yes. But gradually, discipline and a hitherto unseen determination rose up, and she succeeded in breaking free of his hold. Fleeing to a safe haven. Last she knew, he was dead. With any luck, anyway.

o6:Appearance(?): http://cheetah.matt.free.fr/unknowns/unknown-model%20(196).jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed

o8.Other(?): Felicity has a fondness for wearing fine garments most of the time, especially long dresses. She loves things that shine and sparkle. She also still maintains her dancing, even though she’s not performing anymore, due to circumstances. Someday, she would like to resume something akin to her career.

Gwaahhh, Guendolen Sama! I worshipp thee. *_*
Lmao, wow. It's definitely long enough for my taste! ;D
Thanks so much for joining. :3

[Guendolen_Sama]

(You're welcome! Hey, you said you wanted literate and detailed. I figured I could provide.... Long live detailed literacy! Huzzah! ;) Oh, and you forgot to tell us Bella's Turning age! What is it?)

[storm_cloud]

((hello ^^;; may i join?))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

(You're welcome! Hey, you said you wanted literate and detailed. I figured I could provide.... Long live detailed literacy! Huzzah! ;) Oh, and you forgot to tell us Bella's Turning age! What is it?)

Omigossh! I'll fix that right now! xD

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

((hello ^^;; may i join?))

[Of course! Welcome. C:]
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[storm_cloud]

((thank you ^^;; I hope this is okay))
o1.Name: Cait

o2.Sex: Female

o3.Age You Were Turned: 20

o4.Personality: Cait has always been a strong, hardworking girl. She is very independent, and not the most social person. She will talk with people, but not too often. She prefers to keep to herself.

o5.Background: Cait was born into a large Irish family in America during the Great Depression. Her family was one of many that struggled with finances in this time. Cait was the oldest of her siblings. She lost her closest brother to illness when she was young, and her father soon followed, leaving Cait and her mother to work in factories to provide food and shelter for her younger siblings. She was 20 years old when she was turned. She left her family after this, but would go back to her old home now and then, and watched over them from a distance.

o6:Appearance:
http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm254/jocelynsphotos/red.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed: Tamed

o8.Other: She does enjoy music, and dancing. But she’s more likely to sit down with a good book, then go out to a club or party.

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[It's wonderful! C: lol. Welcome to the thread then, I hope you'll enjoy it. ^^]
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[joebobohobo]

((Im excited about this rp XD Roar, funnnn!!!)

[!Angel~Gabriella!]

(Oh my goshness!!! Count me in???!!! ^-~)

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

(Oh my goshness!!! Count me in???!!! ^-~)

[Of course of course! Glad you made it! ^^]
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[!Angel~Gabriella!]

o1.Name(?): Nevaeh Locresst

o2.Sex(?): Female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 19

o4.Personality(?): She's very timid and shy. Whenever someone touches her, there's an alarm that goes off inside of her and her defences come up. She doesn't like crowds, so she's a loner at first. She has the smarts of an ancient, but tries not to show it when she first meets others, because she wants to be like everyone else.

o5.Background(?): She was raised by her Uncle Fredrick, because her mother died while giving birth and her father left her because he blamed her for his wife's death. Her mother, Kasandra, had an older brother that was turned at a young age. He is now 82, but looks very young. He's taught her everything he knows after her best friend, Michael, turned her.

o6:Appearance(?): Nevaeh (http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/angel_of_your_nightmarez/A%20Beautiful%20Lie/normal_emo-girl-15--large-msg-11834.jpg)

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed.

o8.Other(?): She has a high tendency to be seen with a black bird, whom she calls Shadowess. The bird is practically her only friend other than Michael and her uncle.

[~Haruka~]

{{ may I join??? ^-^ }}

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[Yes ma'am~~! ((x ]
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[~Haruka~]

o1.Name(?): Arwyne DeMore

o2.Sex(?): female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 19

o4.Personality(?): quiet, smart, sweet, drawn back, a bit book wormish, uncomfortable around people she dont know, fun, wild, crazy, sarcastic, insane around people she does know. Arwyne hates large places, crowds and people telling her what she thinks and how she acts. {ex: you think you're.... yada yada} Its not often she lets people touch her either.

o5.Background(?) Arwyne grew up in a small, small house so that explains' her basic clausterphobia only with larger spaces. She gets extremely uncomfortable in large spaces. Arwyne had a lot of eyes on her when she was younger because of her pretty singing voice. She still has that angelic voice but rarely uses it.

o6:Appearance(?): http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc177/redmustangnikky/Dark_Girl.jpg

{she has a black long sleeved shirt on}
HER JEANS: http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p55/Karen_Stagg/Ripped_jeans_by_deep_in_silence.jpg from upper-thigh down

HER BOOTS: http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii297/nickjisoffdachain7/boots.jpg {except a few inches higher}

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): very untamed

o8.Other(?): [You can include interests, hobbies, etc. ((:]

[queen-of-meadow-lands]

((is it too late to join this?))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[Not at all, Queen. ^3^]
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[queen-of-meadow-lands]

o1.Name(?): Luna Gideon

o2.Sex(?): Female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 19

o4.Personality(?): Luna is an outgoing girl, loves to party is she can and date. She's really smart, but she doesn't like to show people that she is because her family told her it was a curse. She has tried many things in life, including different styles of fashion, which used to change every month, but now it's stuck to her favorite look, the look of the brother she was closest to.

o5.Background(?): Luna grew up with her brothers, all 6 of them. One was a Jock, another a nerd, the emo/skater, the freak, the prep, and the man whore. She was closest to Jared and Jeremy, the Nerd and Emo/Skater. One day, when she was 19, they all died because of a vampire attack. The vampire turned her and just left.

o6:Appearance(?):
http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn98/kristy-girl/people/00011.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Untamed

o8.Other(?): Luna has to wear glasses, but she hates them so she wears green contacts.



o1.Name(?): Victor "Vic" James

o2.Sex(?): Male

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 20

o4.Personality(?): Victor, or Vic as he likes to be called, is usually hyper, bouncing off walls. He loves acting and drinking energy drinks, which can just make him more crazy and hyper. He loves being around people, it kinda calms him down, but the more the people, the calmer he gets.

o5.Background(?): Victor is from the UK, and recently moved but he doesn't have an accent, which most people find is weird. He was walking home from an acting gig one night when he got attacked and turned into a vampire and that vampire taught him the propar ways.

o6:Appearance(?):
http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn98/kristy-girl/people/P5100039.jpg
it was the outfit of his last acting gig

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed

o8.Other(?): His favorite drinks are Java Monster (coffee energy drink), Redbull, and coffee in general.

[angelgirl1419]

((Blye! ^_^ *Tackles*. It looks great! I can't wait. Just, give me a few seconds to get my characters ready. :D ))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[Yay! Our first bad guy! >:3 Lmaoo.]

o1.Name(?): Damalis

o2.Sex(?): Male

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 27

o4.Personality(?): Cold, Ruthless, and Evil. He takes pleasure in seeing others suffer.

o5.Background(?): Damalis was once a good man; until he turned into a vampire. Needless to say, he still had the same sentiments once he was a creature of the night, but his resentment for the ancient vampires who denied him the help that was needed for overcoming his evil side later fueled it's way into becoming hatred. With this, instead of overcoming his new dark, spineless side; he enveloped himself around it, instead of tearing himself apart by despair. (This too, is rare if the Vampire blood in a newly turned agrees with your old human body instead of overwhelming a fledgling.) Since he was turned in the 19th century, he was able to join a newly formed Salmec and position himself in the elite group of top-ranking Vampires in Salmec.

o6:Appearance(?): http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/Lilith_Winters/0030qv.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tamed, due to his many years of a barely-survived existance.

o8.Other(?): Loves to control many of the untamed Salmec army fledglings.

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

((Blye! ^_^ *Tackles*. It looks great! I can't wait. Just, give me a few seconds to get my characters ready. :D ))

Sure thing, mon ange~~
:B

[angelgirl1419]

o1.Name(?): Akana Nasri

o2.Sex(?): Female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): Twenty-two

o4.Personality(?): Akana is an over the top character, always passionate. She is a very sophisticated villain, and while she is intelligent, Akana's temper and ruthlessness know no bounds. She loves power and control, and is stubborn enough to stop at nothing to obtain both.

o5.Background(?): Akana, the daughter of a priest during the peak of Egyptian power during the eighteenth dynasty. Like her father, she was a very spiritual individual, taking part in the burial processes with her father (though it was only known between the two of them). Her younger life was very sheltered, having lost her mother during child birth, she grew up under the watchful eagle-eye of her father. It wasn't until Akana witnessed a chariot race did she get her first taste of danger and excitement. Though her years are numerous, and rivaled only by the pyramids themselves, Akana can still remember that day vividly. She saw how the charioteers had a sense of control and power. Not only over their horses, but over the crowd. Having seen that, she was changed forever. Seven years later, Akana's life changed further. Having been collecting water from the Nile, she was attacked. At the time, she had mistaken the creature for a jackal and was left for dead. It wasn't until she awoke from a deep slumber did she realize the true identity of her attacker. Peering in the river beside her, Akana took in her full appearance. While her skin was still dark, it paled, her eyes glowed demonically, and she noticed her canine teeth long and sharp. At first she recoiled at her appearance, but found it enticing. Leaving her home forever, Akana fled to the desert, where she used her instincts to survive as a vampire. As the centuries passed by, Akana realized how much order there needed to be among vampires, and she yearned to reign supreme above all others. It had become her life long ambition, since sixteen, to gain all the power within her grasp.

o6:Appearance(?):

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Untamed

o8.Other(?): Akana has a fetish for snakes, and if often decked out in ancient Egyptian jewelry.

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

o1.Name(?): Akana Nasri

o2.Sex(?): Female

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): Twenty-two

o4.Personality(?): Akana is an over the top character, always passionate. She is a very sophisticated villain, and while she is intelligent, Akana's temper and ruthlessness know no bounds. She loves power and control, and is stubborn enough to stop at nothing to obtain both.

o5.Background(?): Akana, the daughter of a priest during the peak of Egyptian power during the eighteenth dynasty. Like her father, she was a very spiritual individual, taking part in the burial processes with her father (though it was only known between the two of them). Her younger life was very sheltered, having lost her mother during child birth, she grew up under the watchful eagle-eye of her father. It wasn't until Akana witnessed a chariot race did she get her first taste of danger and excitement. Though her years are numerous, and rivaled only by the pyramids themselves, Akana can still remember that day vividly. She saw how the charioteers had a sense of control and power. Not only over their horses, but over the crowd. Having seen that, she was changed forever. Seven years later, Akana's life changed further. Having been collecting water from the Nile, she was attacked. At the time, she had mistaken the creature for a jackal and was left for dead. It wasn't until she awoke from a deep slumber did she realize the true identity of her attacker. Peering in the river beside her, Akana took in her full appearance. While her skin was still dark, it paled, her eyes glowed demonically, and she noticed her canine teeth long and sharp. At first she recoiled at her appearance, but found it enticing. Leaving her home forever, Akana fled to the desert, where she used her instincts to survive as a vampire. As the centuries passed by, Akana realized how much order there needed to be among vampires, and she yearned to reign supreme above all others. It had become her life long ambition, since sixteen, to gain all the power within her grasp.

o6:Appearance(?): http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/hoboyeah/Pretty/201.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Untamed

o8.Other(?): Akana has a fetish for snakes, and if often decked out in ancient Egyptian jewelry.


[[Aha, no wayy! That's my favorite girl pic! =^.^=
But I already used it for another RP, so don't worry. P;]]
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[angelgirl1419]

o1.Name(?): Ashling Wakefield

o2.Sex(?): Male

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 21

o4.Personality(?): While he may seem timid at first, Ashling is able to conjure up enough courage when he needs too. Being naturally a more poetic, sensitive character, the War and his vampirism has hardened him, leaving only fractions of his human persona. He now is more cold, distant, and brooding.

o5.Background: Born in London, England, Ashling Wakefield came from a military background. It would only be natural that when World War II came around, Ashling would be sent to fight. He gave four years to the war effort, before he found himself wounded and in a veterans hospital, still miles and miles from his home, where he desperately longed to be. He had figured death would be upon him, and mentally set him self up to welcome it. However, one night at the brink of the war, he was met in his bed by a dark creature, something Ashling would have read about as a boy. Figuring it all a dream or a hallucination, he was certainly wrong when he awoke a whole new being. The wound in his leg had heeled completely, and the infection of his arm, in which gang green had set in, was no more than a blemish. Stumbling from his bed, Ashling nearly screamed when he saw his reflection in a mirror. Ever since that day, many years ago, Ashling has always renounced his vampire state. He longed to be human again, to see his family once more. His family had to believe he was just killed in the war, and they were long since passed. He dislikes the changed man he is, and is always seeking for a new way to give himself a more human-like existence, however, it always ends in failure.

o6:Appearance(?):

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tame

o8.Other(?): A natural scholar at heart, Ashling excelled in school, before the war. He resents the fact he wasn't able to go to a University, but as a vampire he still carries this trait, constantly reading or learning of new things.

[angelgirl1419]

[[Aha, no wayy! That's my favorite girl pic! =^.^=
But I already used it for another RP, so don't worry. P;]]
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((Oh, really?! Haha. I love it. XD))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Yay, I'm finally not the only person Turned at an age older than 20, in this! I thought I was going to be a lonely 20-something in a sea of 19-year-olds....)

o1.Name(?): Ashling Wakefield

o2.Sex(?): Male

o3.Age You Were Turned(?): 21

o4.Personality(?): While he may seem timid at first, Ashling is able to conjure up enough courage when he needs too. Being naturally a more poetic, sensitive character, the War and his vampirism has hardened him, leaving only fractions of his human persona. He now is more cold, distant, and brooding.

o5.Background: Born in London, England, Ashling Wakefield came from a military background. It would only be natural that when World War II came around, Ashling would be sent to fight. He gave four years to the war effort, before he found himself wounded and in a veterans hospital, still miles and miles from his home, where he desperately longed to be. He had figured death would be upon him, and mentally set him self up to welcome it. However, one night at the brink of the war, he was met in his bed by a dark creature, something Ashling would have read about as a boy. Figuring it all a dream or a hallucination, he was certainly wrong when he awoke a whole new being. The wound in his leg had heeled completely, and the infection of his arm, in which gang green had set in, was no more than a blemish. Stumbling from his bed, Ashling nearly screamed when he saw his reflection in a mirror. Ever since that day, many years ago, Ashling has always renounced his vampire state. He longed to be human again, to see his family once more. His family had to believe he was just killed in the war, and they were long since passed. He dislikes the changed man he is, and is always seeking for a new way to give himself a more human-like existence, however, it always ends in failure.

o6:Appearance(?): http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/hoboyeah/Pretty/Brutus031505_Tobacco01.jpg

o7.Tamed Or Untamed(?): Tame

o8.Other(?): A natural scholar at heart, Ashling excelled in school, before the war. He resents the fact he wasn't able to go to a University, but as a vampire he still carries this trait, constantly reading or learning of new things.

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[Guennie!! *Teh glomp* Glad you're on! ;DD
Actually, Both of my male characters are 20 and up. O.o One is 20, the other is 27...lawls. ;3]
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[angelgirl1419]

((Si! Tis' true. XD. And, Akana is 22. :D ))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(I somehow missed all that.... Or maybe it's just that so many characters were marked at 19 that I started seeing it all the time, reflexively! And hm, never seen someone I just recently met so happy to see me on. :))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[Ahaha, well I'm an extremely friendly person. xDD Hope you don't mind. ^^;; So! With Corbin, Akana, Damalis, and your character, you wont have to drift in a sea amid the younger fledglings, huzzah!! ^^]
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[angelgirl1419]

((Haha! Friendly might be an understatement, Blye-my-love! ^_^))
((But Akana and Damalis are evil! And you forgot Ashling! :D ))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(It's all in good cheer, so no, can't say I do. I wouldn't be upset unless it got creepy and stalker-ish, which I don't see happening! And yes, good to know I'm not the only one who's fully "legal" in this business. Don't want to end up bordering on house mother because of the age difference! :) Even though I don't know how likely I am to interact much with the evil ones, really. I imagine it wouldn't go well, after all. Most of the good ones are the little ones....)

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[[Ahaa, what's that supposed to mean, Gelly? ;P]]

[[Naww, Guennie. I'll only get stalker-ish if you mention Penguins or cookies. Px
It's okay! You'll still have Ashling and Corbin to chat with! We'll be the mature fledgling trio. ;O]]
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[Guendolen_Sama]

(Sounds like a plan to me! And hm, must remember not to bring up your triggers, then.... **looks around furtively, then hides the penguin-shaped cookies**)

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[[Yess! Let's do ittt!! 8D Ahaha. Can't waiiit. ^^

-Glances behind Guennie's back only to find said cookies- OHMYGERSSHH!! Mine mine MIOO!!! D':]]
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[Guendolen_Sama]

(Is that rabid fangirl speak for "Please step away from the cookies?" ;))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[[Bahaaa. :3 You got a knack for translations, dontcha? ;D Ahh guennie. You're so cool. ^3^]]
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[Guendolen_Sama]

(I've had a lot of life experience.... Guess I just pick things up! Not used to being admired so wide-eyed and amazed. ;))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[Grawrr, you should be. :]] I could tell you have an awesome, down-to-earth personality right off the bat. ^^]]

[angelgirl1419]

((Blyyyyy!!!!! Post something, please? XD. On our RPs? :D I'm so incredibly bored. T_T))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Wait, you guys know each other already? I had no idea! I hear you, though- I'm restless too. I want to do something but can't settle on what....)

[angelgirl1419]

(Wait, you guys know each other already? I had no idea! I hear you, though- I'm restless too. I want to do something but can't settle on what....)

((Si! We've known each other forever!))

[angelgirl1419]

((Is everybody on? I was thinking, maybe we could start?))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(I'm here, but I dunno about anyone else. But if some more players are on, I'd very much like to start. I think we've chattered long enough. ;) And are unlikely to get any more applications.)

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[[Sure Thing. :]] Let's start then!]]

[Grawrr, Angel. I'll post in the RP's later, don't worry; I'll be up alllll night. :D]]

[I'll give anyone the honor to start first. ^^ I'll be a little busy for a while, but I'll keep posting. O:]

[Guendolen_Sama]

(My dinner'll be ready in a couple minutes. So angel can start first, as I like to take care with my opening posts. I promise I'll do one after I eat; it won't take long.)

[angelgirl1419]

((Okay, okay. ^_^ :D But...why me?! XD.))
((Oh, Bly! I gotsa question I need to PM ya', dahlin'. :D ))

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[[Beccaauuse!!! *Whines* You're the avid RPer! *Bows* xDD

And okay luurves. ^^ ♥]]
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[angelgirl1419]

[[Beccaauuse!!! *Whines* You're the avid RPer! *Bows* xDD

And okay luurves. ^^ ♥]]
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((*Huffs* Fine, but I have to ask you my question before I post it. XD))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(I actually suggested you because you seemed to be the only one other than the two of us on.... But I'm done eating now, so I'll post. Sound good?)

The moon hung low in the sky, its luminous orb playing hide and seek between misting clouds. A few clouds scattered the sky, framing branches of trees like celestial diamonds.
All this was visible through the tall French windows, but the figure in the studio was not looking without. Rather, she was focused on one thing only- the music. The strains of "Giselle" played, graceful and tragic. And a lone figure danced to the tune, remembering a choreography of years ago.
A white dress, soft and delicate as the moonlight without, fluttered about her as she spun, leapt. Feet light in toe shoes made nary a sound. Arms graceful as willow branches; back light and supple.
It was ironic, really. Felicity Reed would never have wanted this, nor desired it. But.... she had been Turned years ago, back in the 1980's. If she had aged normally she would be dancing no longer, instead likely teaching in an academy somewhere. But instead, she was arrested in time, a time when she had just been reaching the height of her capability.
Felicity thought not on this as she moved, remembering still the moves she had done when she had played this role so long ago. It was only herself, the music, and the moonlight.

(Hey, question. How much like traditional vampires are these? Are they vulnerable to daylight, holy things, garlic? Are they incapable of eating real food? How often do they need to feed, and what is the criteria used? Modern urban fantasy plays a lot with the vampire mythos, and I wanted to find out what your vision was early on, so I knew what I was operating under.)

[~Haruka~]

{{ I feel so il-literate compared to the people here U~U }}

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Just do your best, hon. Take your time and go slowly. Think about what you're writing and how you write it. Focus on your little details. This isn't one of those roleplays where you have to rush to post or you'll be left behind because everyone else takes all of thirty seconds on their posts. You can take your time without fear. Just give it your best, be sure to remember your attention to detail, and you'll be fine. I promise we don't bit people's heads off! :))

[~Haruka~]

{{ thanks! That makes me feel so much better! :D }}

[Guendolen_Sama]

(You're welcome! Just as I said, remember your details. Capitalizing, reading it through after you wrote it, paying attention to giving details of setting and character and the like.... You can do it. It takes slightly longer, but in the long run it's so worth it.)

[angelgirl1419]

((And here I was, just gearing up to post. ^_^))

It's a wonder how a being can live so long. Akana often wondered how she stayed sane after so many years. It was a hard life, that was for certain. Not being able to have any close acquaintances, other than fellow vampires, was something Akana hated the most. But, she somehow worked through it. Boredom plagued her now, and perhaps that was a reason buried within her interest of the Salmec. Of course she lusts for power and control, that is the paramount reason, but having lived so, so long, Akana has accomplished many things, leaving little room for much else. It only made sense to invest time (which she had an infinite amount of) into the Salmec, and explore a new enterprise.

~*~

Night was always his most hated part of the day. And the fact that he literally would die without it was the irony that consumed Ashling's life. He renounced his vampirism, wishing he no longer had to be drenched in darkness. However, there was something within Ashling, some cowardice or stubbornness - he couldn't be sure which - that kept him alive.
He spent many of his nights alone, in a flat he bought just near the Seine in Paris. He would never be able to return to London, and city life suited him best, Paris seemed a logical fit. Ashling could spend hours upon hours, studying, and deemed himself well versed and knowledgeable in many subjects, however, it all came with a price. He was a vampire.

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[[Aha, it's okay Haruka. You can only grow when you keep on writing...♥ ^^]]

[[I was think that immunity to the sun is based on their ability to control their demonic side, which is actually not as easy as it sounds. That's why the institution is there to help the fledglings' mental abilities(that without the instititution, would have formed with age; if you survived of course, which is RARE, but possible). If not, like most of the Salmec soldiers are bound to do, they will keep ripping at their own flesh, trying to dig through their own skin to rip their hart out. Morbid, no? Of course, the old 'Stake to the Heart' does the trick. Crosses and such hold no trouble for them, however. =D]]
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[Guendolen_Sama]

(Sound advice, that- one grows as a writer through practice. Very true! And so how likely would someone who had been with the institution be able to control that demonic side? If someone is basically in control, does that mean they can? And holy things don't bother them? How about the garlic thing, and the matter of feeding?)

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

(Sound advice, that- one grows as a writer through practice. Very true! And so how likely would someone who had been with the institution be able to control that demonic side? If someone is basically in control, does that mean they can? And holy things don't bother them? How about the garlic thing, and the matter of feeding?)

[[Very likely, considering that the ancients will be there to help them with their mind, helping them control their demonic sides better. But they basically have to explore your mind, dimming down the bloodlusts, and violence wreaked in there. That's why some choose to come, to try to have a more sane existence; Others choose not to, seeing it as despicable, and an invasion of privacy. But there's no other way to speed up the control process other than the touch of an ancient who is powerful, and has lived for many centuries. Honestly, I'm not very religious(sorry if that offends anyone,) and I found things such as 'Holy Water' and crosses being able to hurt Vampires a bit of just a stereotype. But if you want, just tell me if it would be more prudent to include that particular weakness, and I wouldn't have a problem...:] And no, the garlic theory does not apply.
Feeding? Truthfully, you can feed off of animals or humans; But sometimes drinking animal blood for a vampire is as unsatisying as tofu over steak; you get me right? Still, it can be done. :D]]

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Oh, I'm not offended. The holy thing might work against an older figure, perhaps, but maybe not on a modern one, so much. I'm not religious either.... And thanks for all the clarification. If a vampire in your world tries to eat human food, what will happen? Are they incapable of it, will it make them sick, or what?)

[BlytheOhBabyy.]

[[Oh, well I'm glad! And yes, that idea sounds good to me. :D

Human food? It's pretty much harmless; Sometimes they have to play it off infront of humans over the years, if they choose not to exist in secret. It's pretty much as appealing as eating dirt though...x3]]
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[BlytheOhBabyy.]

It was like a rush.

Corbin had chosen, stalked, and seized his prey through the long, seemingly endless night. Of course, it was time he paused from feeding on animal blood. It was 'Human Night'. To be what is considered fair in the balance of 'right' and 'wrong' though, he only stalked humans with specialties such as assassins.

Not to mention it was more appealing that way.

He glanced at his tense companion beside him; Bella always seemed to be tense on hunting when it was 'Human Night.'

She didn't mind the animal blood; She just sometimes longed for something more satisfying...
Every 5 years, both night creatures seized humans as their prey. This was due to the fact that their mind was still ingrained with human emotions, and both felt that human lives were of something frail; precious. Eventually, though, they gave in. But both excersized an excessive amount of self-control over their Vampiric nature.

Corbin learned this by himself over the years; He had also taught Bella a few things to excersize and expand her mind to the pain and anguish in her demonic attacks.
Instead, now, all it did was cause her pain; but there wasn't anymore scrapings on the ways that were younger than 20 years.

The scent.

They pinpointed their target, an excitement coursed through them, brushing their skin in anticipation. Their part of mind that was still human was disgusted. Their Vampiric part of mind was overjoyed.

Corbin disappeared.
A second later, an audible scream was heard for a moment, cut off by soft crack.

Blood filled Bella's senses, driving her closer to where Corbin stood, a hunger reflecting on his pale face as he gazed at the prize.

She felt the seductive pull of the warm liquid trickling down the dead man's stubbly face.

In that moment, she wished she could have felt remorse as she licked her lips, closing in...

[~Haruka~]

"On top of the roof
The air is so cold
And so calm
I say your name in silence
you dont want to hear it right now," Arwyne sang, knowing every word to the Tokio Hotel song. She wandered in the cool air, not knowing where she was going at all. Her body went where it wished to go and Arwyne just followed.

Arwyne had... 'ate' earlier, now she was just taking in the sights, excersizing her beautiful voice to the trees, air and stars since the moon was hiding that night. She danced lightly, hearing the gravel under her feet.

Smiling, Arwyne continued down the path that was laid before her by another but, at the moment, she didnt mind. Normally, she cut through the woods on the side but she didnt feel like it. Mainly because, at times, she got lost. And she didnt want to have to run around like a crazy person ten minutes before dawn and end up with burns. Again.

The cool air rushed past her, making her hair fly and her eyes close at the nice feeling it bought. Her body stopped on its own, pale lips curved into a smile as she enjoyed the moment. Once it was over, Arwyne hummed again, continuing.

[joebobohobo]

((OMGOMGOMG!! -slides into rp- SAFE! >8D Holeh monkey, all your posts are like essays DX ill do my best.... @.@ but dont yell at me for not writing a ton pleeease? ^^))
Kell hummed and walked down the long forest path, like he did every night before he went to feed. He was humming softly to himself, and walking. His feet made no noise as he walked on the grass, and no animals betrayed his location. It was a very bright night, what with the moon shining so much. He liked these kinds of nights the best, thats when he felt most relaxed. After a long while of walking he reached the end of his trail at a clearing. He walked out of one side of the clearing and through some brush and out into the thick trees, looking for something to eat. No twigs crunched or leaves rustled as he walked by. He was feeling quite hungry so he walked out far into the forest to find food.

Casey sighed and trotted around the institution's grounds. She hated being there, but she knew how much she needed to be there. Otherwise she might as well call herself dead. She sat down on a bench and thought about her happier times when she was still human, able to go where she wanted without having to worry about the whole vampire thing at all. It was very quiet, just how she liked it. No one there to bother her, annoy her, or even look at her. Just the way she liked it.

((i must say that is the longest rp reply i have ever made. @.@ consider yourselves lucky people, thats like a record for me ^o^))

[storm_cloud]

Cait sat on the branch of an old birch tree in the woods. One leg hung lazily off the branch, and her head lay gently against the truck of the tree. The sweet, warm taste of blood still fresh in her mouth. Tonight wasn't anything particularly amazing though. Deer. Just another common meal, but it was still pleasantly satisfying.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as a cool breeze blew. She stared up at the dim stars in the sky and sighed. The cold moon didn't light up the sky so much as other nights. It just sat there, giving off a less then magnificent glow.
But then again, this could have been just Cait. Nothing seemed as marvelous as it once did.
Before..

[queen-of-meadow-lands]

Luna sighed as she sta on a roof, licking her fingers. She just killed two humans, their blood so good. It filled her very well, she's be fine for another two days.
The smell of their blood still lingered around her, making her more hungry for human blood.

Vic strolled the streets, wearing the red bandana he always wore. He needed animal blood, not human blood, animal blood.

[angelgirl1419]

Akana wondered how such a task could be carried out, Salmec's goal, as it was. In a way, it was reminiscent of a genocide. If the fleding army failed to prove themselves worthy, they would be simply wiped out. Akana thought of this fact alone. Was her lust for power worth all the deaths? The notion that vampires indeed were already dead, did little to sooth her conscience.

But, under the training of the Salmec, it should be easy for them to prove themselves. At least, Akana had hoped. She planted this idea deep into her mind, and would wait for it to grow into a reality. Perhaps, she would not have blood of the undead on her hands, yet could rule supremely all the same.

~*~

It seemed in life, Ashling was always unlucky, even as a vampire. He was always clumsy and idle as a child, not like his brothers. Ashling was smart, not brawny, and he felt his father resented that. The farthest bound his intelligence should reach would lie within military strategy alone, as far as his father was concerned. However, Ashling always came up short, not able to do anything right in the cold eyes of that man.

As a vampire, one could view him as weak and submissive. He stalked the Parisian streets at night, not for human blood, but sewer rats, stray dogs or cats, doves, any animal he could get his hands on. In the back of his mind, he could hear his fathers mockery. It plagued him, always. Even this night, as he was being drenched in the cold, French rain, clutching his clammy, pallid fingers around a plump rat, his fathers reprimanding voice sounded through his ears.

Finishing off the rat, his hunger merely lulled, and he groaned as a Parisian couple passed by, sharing an umbrella. He had human blood once, and it was an unforgettable experience. It filled him completely, every fiber of his being was complete after that first kill, but Ashling was no murderer. He couldn't make a life out of killing, not that way. He took a solemn vow, never to take another human life, and thus far, he was true.

[angelgirl1419]

((Wow. Don't all post at once. :D ))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Sorry, I haven't been entirely sure what to do next.... I'm finding myself drawing a blank.)

[~Haruka~]

{{ I'm siding with Guendolen_Sama on that one ^^;;;; }}

[angelgirl1419]

((Same here. I'm not quite sure on what else to do. I've already posted twice))