Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 12, 2015 1:05:48 GMT
Cruel. That was the first thing that came to mind when people who knew him, or of him, saw him. Strangers called him 'beautiful'. He relished in only one thing, however, it was the cruelty and the murder he took part in at that time. It was the pleasure he felt when he tore out someone's heart, or made a father choose between his wife and his children as to who should die first. Sometimes he made mothers tell their children it'd be okay before she was killed. One time, he orphaned the children of three different towns, each in one night and then amused himself by watching them struggle during the hardest of times. Another time, a prostitute wouldn't go away so he tore off half her face and told her 'Now you look much better, let's fuck' and promptly had his way with her right in the road; her screams of both pleasure and woe brought him the hardest climax had felt in decades. He wasn't like other people, though he knew not how he came to be. One day he just...Woke up and there in the world he was. He didn't understand a single thing, nor could he explain just how he knew how to walk and talk. He wasn't like other people. When he got hurt, he healed right away, he never got tired and strangely he didn't really need sleep- though he liked the concept of laying still in a half-dead state for hours on end. Many years after his first day of existing, he learned he was something called a Vampire. He was a cruel being through and through, killing all enemies in his path both human and not. He watched man kind grow and prosper or fall to rubble and die. He did not care whether or not the humans- or anything other than himself- survived or not. Though he did admit to someone at some point that he would eventually become bored of being the last living thing as there'd be no one to cause trouble and mayhem for. He, to this day, still can't remember if he killed that person or only maimed them. He was cruel, but honestly he did it out of sheer boredom. Cruelty was what amused him most, even if it meant being hated by all he came across; he didn't care.
He spent many upon hundreds of years wandering the earth, crossing oceans and experiencing new things almost every day. He never stayed in one spot.....Until something interesting happened. One day in Russia, on a particularly cold day during the winter, he had decided to paint the pure white of the snow a crimson red. Not really putting much thought to it, he slaughtered everyone. Every last man woman and child; he laughed when they cried and sang when they screamed. It was towards the end of his destructive whim that he came upon something that had never happened before. It was among a group of thirty people, all were crowed around him in an attempt to finally fight back the carnage that was of his doing. Men and women- though mainly women- screamed and threw insults his way. They threw all they could at him, though none of it came in contact as he merely side stepped the projectile. The men were set on using their fists, attempting to burn him with fire and kill him with silver. All the men died; he hated silver with a passion. When the women started to become hysterical, screaming profanities and demanding he bring back their lovers or husbands, brothers or sons, a louder voice called out to him. He remembers it well, unable to forget it even if he somehow had amnesia.
She cried for the screaming to stop, so it stopped. She demanded that the throwing of things cease, so it did. She demanded to be let through; she was let though without so much of a thought. She was a lovely little thing, barely standing up to the middle of his chest- though he wasn't and still isn't that much of a tall man only standing at about six foot five. She was tiny indeed, but she was strong and he could tell this well. He had had many encounters with people like her, strong people. He killed strong people the slowest and made certain that they suffered the most. It pleased him that there was at least one strong person worth killing in town. He smiled wider upon realizing that the young woman was not completely human, though at the time he didn't know what that non-human part of her was. Already he wanted her blood on his hands. She approached him, strides long and eyes determined. She was a pretty little thing too. Caramel colored curls and vibrant green eyes that shone with determination. When she opened her mouth, bells came out. The sound of chiming was nice to hear, seeing as to him most women with 'beautiful' voices sounded like tone deaf opera singers even when talking. But this girl was different. His sharp hearing sense liked her voice. She told him she wanted to make a deal with him. He could beat her and harm her as much as he pleased, and she would act as his servant slash slave, so long as he allowed the women around her to survive. With all the men dead, that's all she could ask for. He hadn't ever been offered a deal before. People either died or ran away the instant he decided to attack. Yet that young woman brought forth something new and interesting.
He agreed to the bet.
Ten years. For ten long years he had beaten and tortured the young woman, living on the outskirts of that town in a danky old building with her at his side. He did everything he could to harm and not kill her, and refrained from maiming her because a broken toy is no fun. Even so, despite all the pain she had to have gone through and despite all the blood she had lost, she stood firm. She stood so firm, that he actually found himself wanting to know more about her. He wanted to know how she grew up, where as well. He wanted to know what part of her was the non-human part, her name and age. The more he learned, the more interested he became. He had started to grow interested in her during the eleventh year of her servitude. During year sixteen, after three and a quarter of which were spent in denial, he had found himself in love with the young partial human woman. She was fifteen when she made the deal with him, and had only grown more beautiful over the years despite the beatings. Due to her non-human blood, the blood of a creature not even she knew the name of, she healed without many scars and often healed quickly. In year seventeen, he had begun to treat her with a gentleness he did not understand. He didn't care that he was changing- probably had been since not long after the deal was made- as it offered some sort of amusement and he realized that even he could be subjected to it. Even if not physically. He fixed up their danky home with things he stole- though she yelled at him for stealing and made him pay the store owner later on- and turned it into a place to be awed by(he stole A LOT of shit). He often left for hours on end only to return to her with a gift of extravagant means, or even just simple ones like flowers. He laughed and joked with her, had her accompany him on walks both long and short. Shit, he even let her have time to herself; during which she went outside to be with old friends. He cooked her food he could not consume. It was difficult not to make passes towards her, to not try to get himself laid night and night again. Because after all, he knew that all he needed to do was turn on the charm and she'd be in his bed in mere moments, self sustaining and strong or not. It was very difficult indeed. During the twentieth year of their being master and slave, he gave her her freedom. When she opted to stay with him when he told her she could live else where if she wanted, he deemed that as a reason to do as he had wanted to for a while.
He proposed to her. Spilled his bleeding but not beating heart out to her. Even told her that if it meant him or her, he would die to keep her alive. The man that, twenty years ago, had been nothing but a beast was a love struck fool. He offered her the most beautiful ring he could find, and spent a long time looking for it at that.
What did she do?
She declined.
The woman turned down his proposal of marriage, to let him love and hold her for the rest of her days. While she admitted that for a little while she did have feelings for him, the fact that he didn't show any sign of romance towards her made her give up. She had no urge to turn back to her feelings from that long ago, however as another had captured her heart through and through. A human, a lumberjack actually, with broad shoulders and dark hair with pale skin. The human was almost as beautiful as the vampire, as the vampire saw it. His still heart broke, but being devoted to her with all his ancient being, he saw her off. He even attended their wedding as a guest of honor. He fell from her sight for the next ten years, too hurt to stay in contact but not able to bring himself to leave. So, he watched her from afar, a silent guardian of the night who kept any harm from coming to her and hers.
Five years after her marriage, the love of his life had her first and only child. It was a little girl whom had lovely chocolate curls and vibrant green eyes like her mother's. Like her mother as well, she was a fire ball and would one day have the voice of lovely bells. It made him nearly weep at the sight of the small but happy family, even when he fell into the woman's silent past. But he stood by her side, in the shadows, protecting her and her daughter- for all he cared the lumberjack could go die. Eventually the man DID actually pass during a freak accident that sent the woman and her child into poverty. They struggled to survive on what they could, the woman working two jobs and the child basically raising herself half the time. Both were tired of life by the time disaster struck a second time.
He had left her side for three hours. THREE DAMN HOURS for one fucking meal. In those three hours, his silently mournful life was turned into one of utter dread.
Robbed. The woman and her daughter were violently robbed.
The woman attempted to fight the large men off, using what she remembered about pain tolerance from her days with the vampire she stopped seeing ten years ago. However, with age came the weakening of her non-human blood. She was far more fragile than she used to be, and that was that did her in. She was thrashed into a bloody pulp, unable to stand with shattered legs and internal bleeding. He found her under a book shelf, the child hidden away in a closet for her own protection. He ignored the child, eyes only for the woman whose voice was sullied by blood. He held her close to his chest. knowing what was to come but unable to stop it. He begged her to hold on despite this, and even offered to make him like him. She declined even though it would assure her survival. What she DID ask of him however was for her daughter to be protected by his hand. She knew her little girl would be safe all through her years if he did this for her as her last wish. He vowed he'd protect any of her direct descendants until the end of time. He had never felt sorrow before; then was the first and worst time he had felt it. And what came with the sorrow was tears of blood. He did not want to throw his head back and wail. He swore he wouldn't. However that's what ended up happening anyways. His head was tilted back and the loud low toned cry of something that sounded like a wounded animal came from his lips. He cried to the malicious heavens for three hours, and only got up once he had settled down.
Once calm again, he went to the little girl and gathered her up into his arms and took her away from the death place of her mother. She had fallen asleep crying so there was no issue though she was sure to freak out after she woke up. He was determine to burn that bridge when they got to it. He swore he would not fail the woman that changed him. He swore he would do as he said he would. He walked from the town with a burning determination.
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The time and settings are as modern as they get, so in the year 2015 during the beginning of spring. The starting place is New York City, however. There is a supernatural theme to it so demons, angels, werewolves and all that good jazz is permitted. Supernatural creatures have been discovered yet have had equal rights for quite some time- yet of course there's still racism to go around. We're not situated in a school or anything so your character may be as old or young as you please as long as they're able to travel i.e. walking/running and talk comprehensively. This particular RP is based off of a dream so I apologize in advance if the back story doesn't make much sense. I tried to make it as understandable as possible.
Before joining this thread I ask that you check out the 'Rules!' thread and make sure you understand them to the best of your ability. Being that my vampire is going to be the main character so to speak, I'm looking for another main character to act as my vampire's first love's descendant. They can be male or female, it doesn't make any difference however there is only one position open for this so it's first come first serve.
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Plot:
The basic plot is the story of my vampire finding the descendant of his first love and protecting him/her from any harm that comes their way be they a bus nearly running them over or even some weird stalker person out to get them due to a sick fetish. After meeting this descendant, be they a working adult, child or teen in school, my vampire will by any and all means be at their side. The enemy is an organization created to just kill my vampire, however they first plan to take any and all sources of happiness from him (i.e. the descendant via murder). It is unknown as to why this organization only hunts my vampire and insists on making him suffer, though he does know they exist and this is one of the reasons why he is so determined to stay by the descendant's side. His goal, on top of protecting his charge is to take down the organization so he can at least have some peace in his eternal life time. On top of this, there is an organization called Occidere Mortuis, better known as Corpus, whose main GOAL is to keep the supernatural creatures from causing too much mayhem. Think of them as a police force for the supernatural. However underneath this goal there is the TRUE purpose of taking down the vampire that had caused so much sorrow and pain hundreds of years ago. They do anything and everything to bring pain to him, going so far as to harm if not kill those he protects. At the same time, no one but the highest of officers know exactly why they are hunting this vampire and aiming to bring him into an ultimate depression.
Skelly:
Name:
Age:
Are you employed or going to school?:
Gender:
Species:
Personality(Doesn't have to be all of it, just a taste):
Personal Purpose/Goal:
History(Can remain unknown, but don't give it all at once):
Looks(Try to add a picture if at all possible):
He spent many upon hundreds of years wandering the earth, crossing oceans and experiencing new things almost every day. He never stayed in one spot.....Until something interesting happened. One day in Russia, on a particularly cold day during the winter, he had decided to paint the pure white of the snow a crimson red. Not really putting much thought to it, he slaughtered everyone. Every last man woman and child; he laughed when they cried and sang when they screamed. It was towards the end of his destructive whim that he came upon something that had never happened before. It was among a group of thirty people, all were crowed around him in an attempt to finally fight back the carnage that was of his doing. Men and women- though mainly women- screamed and threw insults his way. They threw all they could at him, though none of it came in contact as he merely side stepped the projectile. The men were set on using their fists, attempting to burn him with fire and kill him with silver. All the men died; he hated silver with a passion. When the women started to become hysterical, screaming profanities and demanding he bring back their lovers or husbands, brothers or sons, a louder voice called out to him. He remembers it well, unable to forget it even if he somehow had amnesia.
She cried for the screaming to stop, so it stopped. She demanded that the throwing of things cease, so it did. She demanded to be let through; she was let though without so much of a thought. She was a lovely little thing, barely standing up to the middle of his chest- though he wasn't and still isn't that much of a tall man only standing at about six foot five. She was tiny indeed, but she was strong and he could tell this well. He had had many encounters with people like her, strong people. He killed strong people the slowest and made certain that they suffered the most. It pleased him that there was at least one strong person worth killing in town. He smiled wider upon realizing that the young woman was not completely human, though at the time he didn't know what that non-human part of her was. Already he wanted her blood on his hands. She approached him, strides long and eyes determined. She was a pretty little thing too. Caramel colored curls and vibrant green eyes that shone with determination. When she opened her mouth, bells came out. The sound of chiming was nice to hear, seeing as to him most women with 'beautiful' voices sounded like tone deaf opera singers even when talking. But this girl was different. His sharp hearing sense liked her voice. She told him she wanted to make a deal with him. He could beat her and harm her as much as he pleased, and she would act as his servant slash slave, so long as he allowed the women around her to survive. With all the men dead, that's all she could ask for. He hadn't ever been offered a deal before. People either died or ran away the instant he decided to attack. Yet that young woman brought forth something new and interesting.
He agreed to the bet.
Ten years. For ten long years he had beaten and tortured the young woman, living on the outskirts of that town in a danky old building with her at his side. He did everything he could to harm and not kill her, and refrained from maiming her because a broken toy is no fun. Even so, despite all the pain she had to have gone through and despite all the blood she had lost, she stood firm. She stood so firm, that he actually found himself wanting to know more about her. He wanted to know how she grew up, where as well. He wanted to know what part of her was the non-human part, her name and age. The more he learned, the more interested he became. He had started to grow interested in her during the eleventh year of her servitude. During year sixteen, after three and a quarter of which were spent in denial, he had found himself in love with the young partial human woman. She was fifteen when she made the deal with him, and had only grown more beautiful over the years despite the beatings. Due to her non-human blood, the blood of a creature not even she knew the name of, she healed without many scars and often healed quickly. In year seventeen, he had begun to treat her with a gentleness he did not understand. He didn't care that he was changing- probably had been since not long after the deal was made- as it offered some sort of amusement and he realized that even he could be subjected to it. Even if not physically. He fixed up their danky home with things he stole- though she yelled at him for stealing and made him pay the store owner later on- and turned it into a place to be awed by(he stole A LOT of shit). He often left for hours on end only to return to her with a gift of extravagant means, or even just simple ones like flowers. He laughed and joked with her, had her accompany him on walks both long and short. Shit, he even let her have time to herself; during which she went outside to be with old friends. He cooked her food he could not consume. It was difficult not to make passes towards her, to not try to get himself laid night and night again. Because after all, he knew that all he needed to do was turn on the charm and she'd be in his bed in mere moments, self sustaining and strong or not. It was very difficult indeed. During the twentieth year of their being master and slave, he gave her her freedom. When she opted to stay with him when he told her she could live else where if she wanted, he deemed that as a reason to do as he had wanted to for a while.
He proposed to her. Spilled his bleeding but not beating heart out to her. Even told her that if it meant him or her, he would die to keep her alive. The man that, twenty years ago, had been nothing but a beast was a love struck fool. He offered her the most beautiful ring he could find, and spent a long time looking for it at that.
What did she do?
She declined.
The woman turned down his proposal of marriage, to let him love and hold her for the rest of her days. While she admitted that for a little while she did have feelings for him, the fact that he didn't show any sign of romance towards her made her give up. She had no urge to turn back to her feelings from that long ago, however as another had captured her heart through and through. A human, a lumberjack actually, with broad shoulders and dark hair with pale skin. The human was almost as beautiful as the vampire, as the vampire saw it. His still heart broke, but being devoted to her with all his ancient being, he saw her off. He even attended their wedding as a guest of honor. He fell from her sight for the next ten years, too hurt to stay in contact but not able to bring himself to leave. So, he watched her from afar, a silent guardian of the night who kept any harm from coming to her and hers.
Five years after her marriage, the love of his life had her first and only child. It was a little girl whom had lovely chocolate curls and vibrant green eyes like her mother's. Like her mother as well, she was a fire ball and would one day have the voice of lovely bells. It made him nearly weep at the sight of the small but happy family, even when he fell into the woman's silent past. But he stood by her side, in the shadows, protecting her and her daughter- for all he cared the lumberjack could go die. Eventually the man DID actually pass during a freak accident that sent the woman and her child into poverty. They struggled to survive on what they could, the woman working two jobs and the child basically raising herself half the time. Both were tired of life by the time disaster struck a second time.
He had left her side for three hours. THREE DAMN HOURS for one fucking meal. In those three hours, his silently mournful life was turned into one of utter dread.
Robbed. The woman and her daughter were violently robbed.
The woman attempted to fight the large men off, using what she remembered about pain tolerance from her days with the vampire she stopped seeing ten years ago. However, with age came the weakening of her non-human blood. She was far more fragile than she used to be, and that was that did her in. She was thrashed into a bloody pulp, unable to stand with shattered legs and internal bleeding. He found her under a book shelf, the child hidden away in a closet for her own protection. He ignored the child, eyes only for the woman whose voice was sullied by blood. He held her close to his chest. knowing what was to come but unable to stop it. He begged her to hold on despite this, and even offered to make him like him. She declined even though it would assure her survival. What she DID ask of him however was for her daughter to be protected by his hand. She knew her little girl would be safe all through her years if he did this for her as her last wish. He vowed he'd protect any of her direct descendants until the end of time. He had never felt sorrow before; then was the first and worst time he had felt it. And what came with the sorrow was tears of blood. He did not want to throw his head back and wail. He swore he wouldn't. However that's what ended up happening anyways. His head was tilted back and the loud low toned cry of something that sounded like a wounded animal came from his lips. He cried to the malicious heavens for three hours, and only got up once he had settled down.
Once calm again, he went to the little girl and gathered her up into his arms and took her away from the death place of her mother. She had fallen asleep crying so there was no issue though she was sure to freak out after she woke up. He was determine to burn that bridge when they got to it. He swore he would not fail the woman that changed him. He swore he would do as he said he would. He walked from the town with a burning determination.
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The time and settings are as modern as they get, so in the year 2015 during the beginning of spring. The starting place is New York City, however. There is a supernatural theme to it so demons, angels, werewolves and all that good jazz is permitted. Supernatural creatures have been discovered yet have had equal rights for quite some time- yet of course there's still racism to go around. We're not situated in a school or anything so your character may be as old or young as you please as long as they're able to travel i.e. walking/running and talk comprehensively. This particular RP is based off of a dream so I apologize in advance if the back story doesn't make much sense. I tried to make it as understandable as possible.
Before joining this thread I ask that you check out the 'Rules!' thread and make sure you understand them to the best of your ability. Being that my vampire is going to be the main character so to speak, I'm looking for another main character to act as my vampire's first love's descendant. They can be male or female, it doesn't make any difference however there is only one position open for this so it's first come first serve.
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Plot:
The basic plot is the story of my vampire finding the descendant of his first love and protecting him/her from any harm that comes their way be they a bus nearly running them over or even some weird stalker person out to get them due to a sick fetish. After meeting this descendant, be they a working adult, child or teen in school, my vampire will by any and all means be at their side. The enemy is an organization created to just kill my vampire, however they first plan to take any and all sources of happiness from him (i.e. the descendant via murder). It is unknown as to why this organization only hunts my vampire and insists on making him suffer, though he does know they exist and this is one of the reasons why he is so determined to stay by the descendant's side. His goal, on top of protecting his charge is to take down the organization so he can at least have some peace in his eternal life time. On top of this, there is an organization called Occidere Mortuis, better known as Corpus, whose main GOAL is to keep the supernatural creatures from causing too much mayhem. Think of them as a police force for the supernatural. However underneath this goal there is the TRUE purpose of taking down the vampire that had caused so much sorrow and pain hundreds of years ago. They do anything and everything to bring pain to him, going so far as to harm if not kill those he protects. At the same time, no one but the highest of officers know exactly why they are hunting this vampire and aiming to bring him into an ultimate depression.
Skelly:
Name:
Age:
Are you employed or going to school?:
Gender:
Species:
Personality(Doesn't have to be all of it, just a taste):
Personal Purpose/Goal:
History(Can remain unknown, but don't give it all at once):
Looks(Try to add a picture if at all possible):