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In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

-Greta-
Great eyed the hunter warily, uncomfortable with the nearness of him. It was not until she picked up the sound of more footsteps approaching that she registered there was someone else coming. She blinked a few times, and noticed the newcomer. He or she was wearing a long cloak and a sunhat not unlike the one Greta had in her satchel. However, the most disturbing thing she took note of in the person's outfit were the two rather large swords sticking out of his clothing. She watched him, her curiosity piqued, momentarily forgetting about the hunter and the nauseating scent emanating from him.

Suddenly, the hunter stepped into the path of the person coming into the woods. From her vantage point, Greta could see that the cloaked figure appeared to be male. "Who are you?" the hunter questioned him, obviously just as uneasy as Greta. Greta shrank back further into the foliage, hoping that the man in the cloak would not immediately see her. The two swords on his back looked particularly lethal. She desperately hoped that she hadn't caused too much of a stir by backing up into the trees, and that the two men out on the path would fail to notice her until she had time to formulate a plan of either attack or escape.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

hey whirlwind, would you be ok with one of ur npc vamps turning caroline into a thrall? since she legit does nothing in this rp rn lolol
I could have my npc vamp do it but ehhh i mean it's totally up to you though
and what do you think your npc vamps would think of greta and stella? or would they not know each other yet?

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

added to the list ^^^

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

alright!!!!!!!!! great post btw, i love the line where you describe his voice
like the fire and velvet all mixed together
wowie!!!!!!!!!

Painting the Town - 1920's

Name: Jaqueline (Jackie) Reynolds

Gender: female

Occupation: Associate (works as a musician in a speakeasy at night)

Age: 22

Appearance: Jackie has inky black locks that fall down in wavelets to the middle of her shoulder blades. She has smallish rosebud lips and warm chocolate brown eyes. She has a petite figure, standing at a mere five feet, with a fragile, birdlike bone structure, and she looks like she could be swept away with a heavy gust of wind. Jackie is quite thin and she has prominent cheekbones-she is a very slight woman. She is not afraid to show some skin, and would rather dress comfortably as opposed to attractively. She weighs around 100 pounds, with nimble fingers and small feet. Her nose is rather flat. Jackie has a fairly pale complexion-she isn't porcelain pale, but she is definitely not tan either, due to years of being confined to the indoors.

Biography: Jackie was born into a strict Catholic family who believed in mandatory five hour church services every Sunday with tight, scratchy dresses and Bible study 7 days a week. Her parents and relatives were all uptight and extremely religious. As the oldest child, Jackie was expected to obey the familial law and become a role model for her numerous younger siblings-a mold that Willa completely demolished. She wanted to experience something new beyond her restrictive home lifestyle. Willa came from a well-to-do background, one of the only “approved” pastimes that she enjoyed being playing the violin. Violin was her passion, along with a curiosity in the life of partying. However, Jackie could recall times when her instructor “took all the fun out of it” by forcing her to play stuffy, centuries-old pieces, and of course wild parties were altogether inappropriate for young ladies of wealth to take part in. She found her personality being stifled by constrictive lifestyle that she led at home. No, Willa liked things fast and lively.

When she turned 17, Jackie got up and left, fed up with her religious upbringing and all the talk of getting married that was starting to surround her. She wanted to drink and dress in the latest fashions, to live without a dozen governesses breathing down her neck. To her, life was an adventure and she had every intent to journey through it all. Jackie yearned for an action-packed lifestyle. She wanted some spice to her life, some flavor to contradict her bland, tasteless childhood. Jackie left her sleepy little town in Illinois, catching a train to Chicago with the money that she had taken from her family. She soon found a job at a speakeasy, where she could get paid to play the violin and score a few drinks while she was at it. Jackie found herself frequenting on the shadier side of the law, and the raw ecstasy from doing something wrong and getting away with it began to consume her. She got a certain rush, a certain thrill in deliberately flaunting the law-and the omnipresent threat of being caught just added to the fun.

Jackie soon found herself in serious debt. The extravagant lifestyle of partying all night and waking up hungover in the morning didn't exactly lend very well to her funds, and the hundred dollars she "borrowed" from her family ran out pretty quickly. Also, she frequently had to forfeit her salary to pay for the alcohol she consumed, and within a year she had been evicted from the run-down apartment she had lived in since arriving in Chicago for missing one too many rent payments. As Jackie had wandered the streets aimlessly after being kicked out of her cramped apartment, with no money and no way to get it fast, she found herself in front of the speakeasy she worked at-how she got there, Jackie had no idea. However, standing in front of a building staring at it in a Chicago dawn was not a good idea, especially if she didn't want the cops to notice her. Thankfully (or maybe not), one of the lesser members of the Family had caught her looking at a seemingly nondescript bookstore instead of the Chicago police force, and after a few wary inquiries, he had decided to show Jackie the life of a gang.

Currently, Jackie works at the same speakeasy as before, but with an ulterior motive every time she goes to perform. From her vantage point on the stage, Jackie has a bird's eye view of all sorts of transactions and negotiations happening right under her nose-literally. The Family pays her to keep them updated with the latest deals, very rarely telling her to resort to violence. Jackie is actually perfectly fine with her situation. She has money, she gets to play violin for a living, and she doesn't have to endure five hours of a stiff wooden bench and scratchy church dresses every Sunday morning at an ungodly hour.

Personality: Jackie is always up for trying something new, and she the complete opposite of soft spoken. Instead, she is outgoing, sarcastic, and spontaneous. She tends to be a very reckless at times, never stopping to think things over before acting upon whatever new thought that popped into her head. She is snappy and hot-headed, and gets riled up very quickly. Jackie is easily distracted, but she tries to take her job for the Family seriously. Where else would she get the money to provide for herself? Jackie was never afraid to bend the rules a bit back at home, and nothing changed when she made the move to Chicago-in fact, one could say that it escalated, and it escalated exponentially. Jackie never really believed in God; if there was a God, why did he invent such uncomfortable places to worship Him? She is a flippant woman, and altogether flighty. However, she is ferociously loyal to those she cares about, and usually makes an attempt to be nice to people until they annoy her.

Weapon(s) of Choice: she really doesn't need much, but the Family has advised her to keep a knife on her at all times, so Jackie always has a dagger strapped to her thigh under her skirt and a noticeably smaller one down her cleavage. Also, with some of the money she earned from working for the Family, Jackie has managed to acquire about half a dozen razor sharp hairpins that she wears in her bun, making sure she can easily reach them if the need arises. It's honestly just a precaution, but better safe than sorry-especially in this line of work.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

lol sorry i wasn't clear but alex is the hunter near greta and greta is behind alex

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

posted, lemme know if i have to edit anything

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

As Vanessa walked with Acacia and Genesis towards the security office, she listened as Chimera relayed the orders to the three of them, nodding her head in response. "Alright Acacia, I guess you're gonna have to be the one to distract the guard, as I am absolutely horrid at any sort of diversion other than completely making a fool of myself or embarrassing myself, it seems like your...flirtations...could come in use right now," Vanessa said quietly, to the red-haired woman, the side of her lip quirking up into a small smile. So far, the operation seemed to be running smoothly, but admittedly they hadn't really done much yet besides figure out the location of the security office and hack the lock on the security office door-that had been Chimera's doing.

The trio approached the security guard, and Vanessa let her eyes stray out the large glass windows on the sides of the carpeted corridor. She could see multiple skyscrapers stretching up to the heavens from her vantage point. Exhaling slowly, she averted her attention back to the situation at hand. Focus, she ordered herself. There isn't any room for mistakes, so don't mess up.

The security guard, dressed all in black, stepped out in front of the three. "Ok, so what now?" Vanessa murmured almost inaudibly. Hopefully Acacia would be able to easily distract the man. Vanessa didn't want the security guards inside the office to notice them just yet, and she was sure that the rest of the team felt the same way.

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posted, woot! btw i changed the last bit of my earlier post with greta, basically i just took out the part about needing a thrall and replaced it with them trying to figure out who set off the bombs and stuff

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

-Alex-
After returning to the remnants of the manor, he was so angered by the events that had transpired the night before that he decided to take on his own course of action, disregarding any potential consequences that his rash decisions may cause. Thankfully, none of Alex's belongings had been lost to the fire, besides a few non essential things such as clothes and books. After getting a few hours of rest, Alex quickly and quietly made his way down the dirt road to the edge of the village itself. This time, he was well armed with a selection of silver knives under his clothing and a wooden stake under his jacket, as well as a few vials of holy water and bulbs of garlic he had shoved into one of his pockets so he could reach them easily. Pausing for a second, he gulped down a mouthful of water from the canteen strapped at his waist. Straightening, Alex continued on his route towards town.

Alex was so preoccupied with his thoughts of vengeance combined with a need to prove himself to his kin that he didn't notice the man standing about twenty feet or so away from him when he exited the wooded area.The man wore a cloak and an unusually large hat, and he was heading in the direction that Alex had come from. Narrowing his eyes, Alex stepped back into the forest in an effort to conceal himself. He noticed the two swords sticking out of the man's attire, and he stiffened, reaching for his own weapons. Who the hell was this guy? From the looks of it, someone hostile, and judging by the strange amount of cover his clothing provided, a vampire. Of course, Alex wasn't completely certain that it was a vampire, but it would be best to be careful. For once, his rational side got the best of him, and Alex slowly backed into the trees. Since the day was turning light, Alex had the upper hand. The vampire hopefully wouldn't be able to see as well in the brightening daylight, and Alex intended to use this weakness of the vampiric species to his advantage.

He was so intent on the movements of the cloaked figure that he was completely impervious to the chocolate-brown eyes boring into the back of his head from a little bit behind him.

-Greta-
Greta had refrained from running at top speed to the manor and the forest, as there were sure to be at least a few humans out and about with the sun rising above the horizon. Instead, she strode along at a leisurely pace to divert any unwanted attention, not quickening her stride until she reached the outskirts of the village. Greta had on a plain dress in an earthy olive green, a rather frugal decision on her part-again, she did not want to attract any attention, and the best way to do that was by blending in. However, the white sunhat couldn't be helped, though she concealed her baby blue parasol in the burlap satchel she carried with her. And besides, in this part of the world, anyone with darker skin would be a rarity. Greta always had a hard time being completely unnoticeable due to her ethnicity.

If only I was back in Spain, she thought to herself. Ah, Spain. Greta had genuinely enjoyed her life in Toledo, with her husband and children. If it hadn't been for that insane queen, she probably would have lived out her life as a human and died centuries ago. Alas, here she was now, in England amongst the scores of people with fair skin, and helping the vampires of London at that. It was impossible for Greta not to stick out like a sore thumb, what with her bronze skin tone and dark eyes. The least she could do was dress like the commoners that flooded the streets of the English city.

Greta arrived at the forest, and she ran for the trees, slowing down as she reached the underbrush. In the daylight, it would probably be best to get off the path and into the trees, despite the fact that the greenery added to her poor eyesight during the day would slow her down considerably. She halted suddenly when she heard the sounds of footsteps approaching rapidly; grateful that her hearing remained the same no matter what time of day it was. She squinted, peering past the tree trunks and foliage to discern the source of the sound. However, Greta felt the dizzying silver and smelled the garlic before the mysterious person came into view, and by then she was so nauseous Greta couldn't see clearly. She steadied her breathing and tried to quell the queasiness in her stomach, staring blearily at the brown-haired man who had just entered the scene.