Flightless_Soul

The Living Dead [Open]

Heaven said
I was thinking we'd start on a highway- they stopped there to raid the vehicles for supplies- such as gas, food, clothing, medicine, etc. Then a hoard of zombies passes through- sounds like a good beginning? If not we can all throw ideas out there.

You know, I was totally gonna suggest the same thing. I love it!! ^0^

Vampires: Return from hell

"It was a dark and stormy night....."

That was how most scary stories began, a cold and lonely cemetery of cracked and moss covered gravestones, alight by a sinister streak of lightning and a deafening crash of thunder raging through the ominous dark clouds above, all while the rain poured heavily upon the foreboding scene. However, this story did not begin as such. True, there was a great and terrible storm billowing through the tumultuous black skies above the quiet little hamlet nestled between the forest, the mountains and the sea, but rather than taking place in a graveyard of ghostly fog and mist or a decrepit, old house wrought with an uspeakable evil, this story began upon the cracked and muddy cobblestone streets of the village, whereupon lied the disrobed and disheveled corpse of a young woman, protruding from her belly a once magnificent, shimmering rapier, now crimsoned and marred with her blood. The rain drizzled over her deathly pale skin, seeping into the ruby-ish puddle that oozed from her ghastly, gaping wound, and her hair, as dark as ravens' feathers, clung wet to her fragile, lifeless expression forever frozen upon her beautiful face. Suddenly with a loud crack of thunder, the woman sprung to life and wrenched herself from the ground crying painfully into the stormy night. She ripped from her belly the accursed weapon, only to realize.....it was hers.... "Aquilius....." Faintly she whispered clutching the hilt of the sword fraily in her dainty fingers. Much more to her baffled astonishment, the wound upon her belly healed instantly, not a scratch remaining, skin smooth as porcelain. "I.....I'm alive...? But.....this cannot be. I was.......I was....." Murdered..... She was viciously and coldly struck down in her own home, but by whom? To identify her attacker, the woman had not the faintest of evidence. All that she had seen before her wicked demise....were shadows...an infinite sea of black... Try as she may to recollect the killer's face, or rather any feature, it had all came as a blur to her. Who were they? Why did they kill her? Such questions, such inquiries....they plagued her mind with a pulsating ache. She felt dizzy, almost nauseous from her rude awakening, her return from the gaping jaws of Hell into the land of the living. "My manor.....I must return there...." Perhaps upon the scene of her murder, Erza may find some answers.

Vampires: Return from hell

Theodora_21 said
Oooo I'm liking the love triangle!! Yaaass!!

That's what I was kinda going for ^_^; Also I was thinking maybe there was some conspiracy to get rid of Erza and Galard. Again, just a thought.

Being Human

"Figured it was something like that." Matt stated blunt. He was completely amazed though that Ally had the power to summon the dead and possibly bend them to her will, absolutely awestruck, but similar to Ally's cold and lifeless appeal, Matt wasn't one for showing emotions.....other than anger. "I'd say that's a bit more cool than shooting fire from your hands. Just don't go dragging up my old man, alright? Keep that f*cking drunk in Hell where he belongs." He finished off Ally's tattoo with the last small crow and turned off his tattoo gun, setting it aside and again wiping away excess ink. "How does that look?" He said handing Ally a small hand mirror. Matt also noticed the cold chill had subsided as well, giving hard evidence of Ally's exotic and.....rather astounding power.

Vampires: Return from hell

Is it cool if I join?



Name: Countess Erzabeth "Erza" Kardenstein

Age: 25 when she died

Bio: Erza was the daughter of Lord Magnus Lee Kardenstein, a wealthy merchant and one of the most prominent member's of the land's aristocracy. When Erza turned thirteen, Magnus entrusted his entire fortune to her, along with his seat of power. It was an action that further angered Venius, Magnus' greedy brother, and soon he retaliated in violence. One night, a band of mercenaries hired by Venius stormed the Kardenstein Manor and tried to kill Magnus and his family. Magnus, using the family blade Aquilius, fended off the attackers, but at the cost of his own life. Venius was arrested for funding the attack and sentenced to a life in exile, never to return. Erza continued her father's business from then on, competing with a rival merchant named Galard. But on the night of Galard's murder, she too met a grim end.... Before Erza could retaliate, a man shrouded in black shadows ran her through with Aquilius, leaving her to choke on her final breath before descending into Hell for cheating the common folk out of their money. She was soon brought back to life, unclothed, confused, and bound in the cold, rainy streets of the village she and the merchants ruled over. She was angry, vengeful, and quite literally....thirsty for blood.....

Weapon: Aquilius. A light rapier and a family heirloom.

Magic (3): Invisibility, Time manipulation, and Necromancy

Clothes: Stealth Armor

Other: Erza once had an affinity for Galard's maid Theodora that frequently went unrequited, as it still stands after her death and return from the grave.

"I came from Hell.....and I'm going to drag you there with me."

The Living Dead [Open]

Sounds like a planonus! ^_^ *slapped*

Life as a Soldier: Life on base (OOC)

Not too soon did the words leave Jax's mouth when all hell broke loose. Just as Kevin trained the M2's sights on the eastern horizon, rifle fire rang out and bullets pelted the humvee with a resounding ping. "FUCK!! CONTACT RIGHT!!" He hollered immediately opening fire in the given direction. The sheer ferocity of the fifty rattles in his gloved hands as his face is baked by the heat coming off the barrel. Shell casings swooped past him, hot brass pelting his skin with a burning singe. Just like that.....a typical situation faced in the Stan. One moment your joking with your buddies, the next....you're fighting to save their lives.

Guts [ Medieval adventure ]

Sounds cool ^_^ Think I'll hop on this one too. Been looking for a good medieval rp

Life as a Soldier: Life on base (OOC)

Kevin grabbed the fifty as ordered and racked the bolt ready to fire on any tangos that came his and his friends' way. Shit...he hoped that boy in the buggy was alright after seeing the impact on the tree. Lucky it didn't knock the soldier senseless. As he stayed behind the Browning M2, Kevin's eyes remained glued on something that caught him moving on the horizon. It was about four klicks or so from their current location he witnessed a couple of silhouettes moving across the sand, human shaped silhouettes. "Lieutenant!" He hollered over to Jax. "I got eyes on possible enemy movement four klicks due east. Might wanna hurry and get that man patched up."

The Living Dead [Open]

LokiLeo789 said
Ima guy, but I second that :P

XD I take it Lee doesn't like c0ckblocks?