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Awesome, awesome. First post of the IC is up - hope it's up to par and makes sense.
Shadows danced off the walls as Elizabeth made her way along the sidewalk. The sun had long since set, and darkness had crept over the town. However, the streets were far from empty –in fact they were littered with groups looking for a party or some other form of amusement. The stars of the sky were just barely visible beyond the lights of the city, the moon only a fragment of the light which led her way.
Like a few others who wandered the streets, she was on her way home. She had spent the last few hours of her day studying at the city library. She had things to worry about, like paying rent and passing her classes. In some ways, she found her world dull. It was led by the meaningless cares of just trying to fit in. Too much time was spent meeting expectations. But this was just a part of being human – and a part of her cherished the simplicity. Being human was simple, and she no longer had to spend her time constantly on edge preparing for an attack. Spending time at the gym was called a hobby, not mandatory for survival. And this was life, the hand that fate had dealt her. She was alive – but that meant that she was human, even if she didn’t agree with it.
A chill down her spine stopped her in her tracks. She turned on her heels, coming face to face with a vampire. White coated her vision as her head slammed into the concrete of a nearby wall. Desperately she shook her head as she tried to regain her vision and orient herself with the world. She should have seen it coming – she had already been attacked once in her lifetime as a human. But still, it took guts to target a human in a crowd – picking them up and dragging them into the alleyway. She had to give the vampire points though, smashing her head into a wall was sure a good way to try and incapacitate her so she couldn’t go running away. A rush of energy passed through her, her instincts to survive. She heard a terrible crash, and following sounds of cardboard boxes falling over. She shook her head as she felt herself go weak. Lifting her eyes, she watched as the vampire pushed his way up. He let out a hearty laugh as he rested his hand upon his shoulder and rolled his neck.
“Feisty darling, aren’t you,” he questioned. In seconds, the vampire had her pinned against the wall, this hand around her throat.
Her blood ran cold as she forgot to breath. For upon his neck was a tattoo identical to the birthmark upon her arm. Chronos.
Like a few others who wandered the streets, she was on her way home. She had spent the last few hours of her day studying at the city library. She had things to worry about, like paying rent and passing her classes. In some ways, she found her world dull. It was led by the meaningless cares of just trying to fit in. Too much time was spent meeting expectations. But this was just a part of being human – and a part of her cherished the simplicity. Being human was simple, and she no longer had to spend her time constantly on edge preparing for an attack. Spending time at the gym was called a hobby, not mandatory for survival. And this was life, the hand that fate had dealt her. She was alive – but that meant that she was human, even if she didn’t agree with it.
A chill down her spine stopped her in her tracks. She turned on her heels, coming face to face with a vampire. White coated her vision as her head slammed into the concrete of a nearby wall. Desperately she shook her head as she tried to regain her vision and orient herself with the world. She should have seen it coming – she had already been attacked once in her lifetime as a human. But still, it took guts to target a human in a crowd – picking them up and dragging them into the alleyway. She had to give the vampire points though, smashing her head into a wall was sure a good way to try and incapacitate her so she couldn’t go running away. A rush of energy passed through her, her instincts to survive. She heard a terrible crash, and following sounds of cardboard boxes falling over. She shook her head as she felt herself go weak. Lifting her eyes, she watched as the vampire pushed his way up. He let out a hearty laugh as he rested his hand upon his shoulder and rolled his neck.
“Feisty darling, aren’t you,” he questioned. In seconds, the vampire had her pinned against the wall, this hand around her throat.
Her blood ran cold as she forgot to breath. For upon his neck was a tattoo identical to the birthmark upon her arm. Chronos.
No problem. Let me know if you have any questions. ^^
@misfitMooncalf: Here is a thread of the roleplay just for you. :) http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/29371/posts/ooc Feel free to post your character sheet there and ask me any questions.
Exiled
The Westlands had once been a peaceful kingdom. For thousands of years it had grown with prosperity. But such a utopia cannot last for long. As the years dragged by, greed grew in the hearts of those closest to the royal family. The queen's brother was one with such a heart. He conceived a plan of betrayal and deceit, for simply killing the king would not be enough to give him the throne - as his subjects would then most certainly rise up against him. No, he could not kill the old king just yet. That fateful night of his uncle's betrayal forever changed the young crown prince's life. Not only did he witness his mother's murder, but he was framed for the very act. Beloved by his people, they could not bring themselves to call for his execution, so the young prince was stripped of his title and exiled from his home.
Years have passed since then and the king has grown old and ill. With the king upon his deathbed, the kingdom believes that their next king will be late queen's brother. But with his last breath, the King announces a challenge. The one to find and return a legendary artifact, the Thief of Time, to the kingdom will be crowned king. Word of the challenge has spread far and wide as rogues to royals hunt for the legendary item. So it makes sense that such words have reached the exiled prince's ears. After all, he was raised on the stories of the Thief of Time - an object that is supposed to have come from the far future. He plans to take on the challenge in order to win back the kingdom that was stolen from him and to take his vengeance upon those that are responsible for his mother's death.
But the problem that none of the contestants foresee is that the Thief of Time is not a legendary artifact, but a young woman. She was raised in the High City, a desolate city in the air. It is a place where kindness doesn't survive. It is a place controlled by a notorious group called the Seven Sins. An orphan, like so many, she must figure out by herself how to survive. The best mercenaries and assassins come from the High City; it’s the only possible way to get out of the city and back to the ground below. She however turns to the path of a thief. But in a place so poor, the only things of value belong to the Seven Sins. However, to steal from the Seven Sins is punishable by death. But not all goes as planned and the Seven Sins newest execution machine malfunctions, sending the thief back into the past.
Two untrusting souls wound together in a strange destiny.
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The Thief of Time
Name: Phoenix
Appearance:
Biography: As a child of the High City, Phoenix has memories of her mother that are few and far between. For at a young age, she was abandoned, left on the streets as an orphan - a simple street rat. Instinct kept her alive, as did her skills of observation. She watched others, learned about what she had to do and what she shouldn't do on the streets. She learned to kill and protect her life. However, her greatest skill was theft. As she grew older, she interacted more with those around her - and eventually they gave her the name of Phoenix after she survived an incident that should have taken her life.
Nix, as she is most often called, aspires to one day visit the world below and live a life far more grander than the streets. And so she devised a plan, honed her skills, and eventually she made the Seven Sins her target. For while she could not fight her way down to the lower worlds, perhaps she could buy her way there. The first time in and out of the Capitol was a success. The second time, Nix was not blessed with such luck. It was not long before her execution was set. However, machines are finicky things for just one crossed wire might mean the difference between disintegration and time travel.
The Westlands had once been a peaceful kingdom. For thousands of years it had grown with prosperity. But such a utopia cannot last for long. As the years dragged by, greed grew in the hearts of those closest to the royal family. The queen's brother was one with such a heart. He conceived a plan of betrayal and deceit, for simply killing the king would not be enough to give him the throne - as his subjects would then most certainly rise up against him. No, he could not kill the old king just yet. That fateful night of his uncle's betrayal forever changed the young crown prince's life. Not only did he witness his mother's murder, but he was framed for the very act. Beloved by his people, they could not bring themselves to call for his execution, so the young prince was stripped of his title and exiled from his home.
Years have passed since then and the king has grown old and ill. With the king upon his deathbed, the kingdom believes that their next king will be late queen's brother. But with his last breath, the King announces a challenge. The one to find and return a legendary artifact, the Thief of Time, to the kingdom will be crowned king. Word of the challenge has spread far and wide as rogues to royals hunt for the legendary item. So it makes sense that such words have reached the exiled prince's ears. After all, he was raised on the stories of the Thief of Time - an object that is supposed to have come from the far future. He plans to take on the challenge in order to win back the kingdom that was stolen from him and to take his vengeance upon those that are responsible for his mother's death.
But the problem that none of the contestants foresee is that the Thief of Time is not a legendary artifact, but a young woman. She was raised in the High City, a desolate city in the air. It is a place where kindness doesn't survive. It is a place controlled by a notorious group called the Seven Sins. An orphan, like so many, she must figure out by herself how to survive. The best mercenaries and assassins come from the High City; it’s the only possible way to get out of the city and back to the ground below. She however turns to the path of a thief. But in a place so poor, the only things of value belong to the Seven Sins. However, to steal from the Seven Sins is punishable by death. But not all goes as planned and the Seven Sins newest execution machine malfunctions, sending the thief back into the past.
Two untrusting souls wound together in a strange destiny.
---
The Thief of Time
Name: Phoenix
Appearance:
Biography: As a child of the High City, Phoenix has memories of her mother that are few and far between. For at a young age, she was abandoned, left on the streets as an orphan - a simple street rat. Instinct kept her alive, as did her skills of observation. She watched others, learned about what she had to do and what she shouldn't do on the streets. She learned to kill and protect her life. However, her greatest skill was theft. As she grew older, she interacted more with those around her - and eventually they gave her the name of Phoenix after she survived an incident that should have taken her life.
Nix, as she is most often called, aspires to one day visit the world below and live a life far more grander than the streets. And so she devised a plan, honed her skills, and eventually she made the Seven Sins her target. For while she could not fight her way down to the lower worlds, perhaps she could buy her way there. The first time in and out of the Capitol was a success. The second time, Nix was not blessed with such luck. It was not long before her execution was set. However, machines are finicky things for just one crossed wire might mean the difference between disintegration and time travel.
@Avanhelsing: Sorry for the super late reply. And I'd love to roleplay with you. Here's the link to the roleplay: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/29301/posts/ooc
Twist of Fate
[For Avanhelsing & Jealous Angel D]
Under the cover of night, a war is waged between vampires and humans. As the years have progressed, the humans have developed weapons and strategies to counter the vampires’ speed and power. However, there are some vampires who prove to be more difficult to kill than others. One such vampire leads a clan called Chronos, and she has begun to turn the tables on this war. Elizabeth is her name, a vampire gifted with telekinetic abilities which she has used to become infamous and slaughter any who oppose her.
But pride and treachery was her downfall – leading to an ambush of the Chronos stronghold. Unprepared for the ambush, the slayers slaughtered all of Chronos – leaving no survivors. But fate was not about to let such a powerful soul perish. With her body gone, Elizabeth’s soul found refuge in the body of an unborn child. And so she was raised as a human. Still, even as a human, she possesses all of her old memories, the mark of Chronos on her arm, and her strange telekinetic powers that made her infamous as vampire. But unfortunately she finds that her powers are not as strong or as easy to control as a human – and for some unexplainable reason she is immune to a vampire’s bite.
Twenty-one years after her death as a vampire, she has resigned herself to living as a human. However, on her way home one night, she is attacked by a vampire. But not just any vampire – this vampire bares the mark of Chronos. When all seems lost and that she’s about to become this vampire’s lunch, she is suddenly saved by a man who slays the vampire. Instead of just vanishing into the night like any usual vampire hunter, the man decides to stick around – probably because the girl doesn’t seem entirely human. And while she would prefer to not get involved, the return of Chronos may lead to her teaming up with the people she despises most.
Prefered Name: Liz Wright
Full Name: Elizabeth Anne Wright
Formerly Known As: Elizabeth Dietrich of Chronos
Age: 21 years old
Appearance:
Other facts: Liz was born with the mark of Chronos on her upper right arm.
Mark of Chronos:
[For Avanhelsing & Jealous Angel D]
Under the cover of night, a war is waged between vampires and humans. As the years have progressed, the humans have developed weapons and strategies to counter the vampires’ speed and power. However, there are some vampires who prove to be more difficult to kill than others. One such vampire leads a clan called Chronos, and she has begun to turn the tables on this war. Elizabeth is her name, a vampire gifted with telekinetic abilities which she has used to become infamous and slaughter any who oppose her.
But pride and treachery was her downfall – leading to an ambush of the Chronos stronghold. Unprepared for the ambush, the slayers slaughtered all of Chronos – leaving no survivors. But fate was not about to let such a powerful soul perish. With her body gone, Elizabeth’s soul found refuge in the body of an unborn child. And so she was raised as a human. Still, even as a human, she possesses all of her old memories, the mark of Chronos on her arm, and her strange telekinetic powers that made her infamous as vampire. But unfortunately she finds that her powers are not as strong or as easy to control as a human – and for some unexplainable reason she is immune to a vampire’s bite.
Twenty-one years after her death as a vampire, she has resigned herself to living as a human. However, on her way home one night, she is attacked by a vampire. But not just any vampire – this vampire bares the mark of Chronos. When all seems lost and that she’s about to become this vampire’s lunch, she is suddenly saved by a man who slays the vampire. Instead of just vanishing into the night like any usual vampire hunter, the man decides to stick around – probably because the girl doesn’t seem entirely human. And while she would prefer to not get involved, the return of Chronos may lead to her teaming up with the people she despises most.
Prefered Name: Liz Wright
Full Name: Elizabeth Anne Wright
Formerly Known As: Elizabeth Dietrich of Chronos
Age: 21 years old
Appearance:
Other facts: Liz was born with the mark of Chronos on her upper right arm.
Mark of Chronos:
Evelyn was struck speechless – for he had of course easily guessed her most immediate questions. Of course it was easy for him to guess what she was wondering. However, he didn’t ask her any questions – which left her wondering exactly what he knew. Therefore in the silence that followed, she moved to sit up. As she moved, she felt less weighed down and a bit more normal.
“Evelyn,” she gave her name in return.
Her gaze drifted to the rest of the room, taking in the décor – and any escape routes she could take. He seemed like he wasn’t a threat. But he sure didn’t seem like your average person. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed something upon his back, but in the shadows it was a bit too difficult to tell what it was.
In the silence, her stomach let out a growl of hungry. Embarrassment fluttered across her cheeks as she looked away. It was no surprise that she was hungry. How much energy had it taken to repair the damage done? And her stomach was sure empty after what happened. She rested her hand upon her stomach, as if that would silence it from speaking again. After all, she had questions to ask.
“Thank you, for taking me in. But… why am I here? You don’t even know who I am – just a stranger. Wouldn’t it make sense to drop me off at a hospital or something?”
“Evelyn,” she gave her name in return.
Her gaze drifted to the rest of the room, taking in the décor – and any escape routes she could take. He seemed like he wasn’t a threat. But he sure didn’t seem like your average person. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed something upon his back, but in the shadows it was a bit too difficult to tell what it was.
In the silence, her stomach let out a growl of hungry. Embarrassment fluttered across her cheeks as she looked away. It was no surprise that she was hungry. How much energy had it taken to repair the damage done? And her stomach was sure empty after what happened. She rested her hand upon her stomach, as if that would silence it from speaking again. After all, she had questions to ask.
“Thank you, for taking me in. But… why am I here? You don’t even know who I am – just a stranger. Wouldn’t it make sense to drop me off at a hospital or something?”
Bump
How much time had passed? What was real, and what had she hallucinated? All she knew was that the mattress between her felt like a marshmallow, and she was sure that she was sinking into the fabric. For her limbs felt heavy, as stones were weighing them down. She blinked several times, rolling her head to the side. Her senses felt hazed, as if someone had dunked her head in a bucket of water. But luckily, the more she moved her head, the more reality seemed to set in.
Her surroundings were strange, to say the least. She wasn’t hooked up to any machinery and there weren’t people in scrubs standing over her like she was their new science experience. In some ways, that brought her relief. She didn’t need her condition to appear on records, and she sure didn’t want to spend the next few days being poked with needles as they “tested” her to make sure she was healthy enough to leave the confinements of a hospital.
However, if she wasn’t in a hospital, and she wasn’t lying in the alleyway, then where in the world was she? Evelyn groaned as she ran her fingers through her hair. Nothing about this situation could be good. A quick glance down at her outfit let her know that she probably looked like she had just walked off of the set of a horror movie. The only problem was that there was no evidence that the blood was hers. Faint white scars were the only blemishes that remained to remind her of the attack.
A chill traveled down her spine. She wanted to believe she was hallucinating, that the near death experience hadn’t been what it was. But the experience was all too real. Leaving her to quietly wonder, “What was that thing?” But she quickly stilled as she realized that someone was watching her. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to rack her brain to come up with some excuse as to what happened. Sadly, all she could draw was a blank.
Her surroundings were strange, to say the least. She wasn’t hooked up to any machinery and there weren’t people in scrubs standing over her like she was their new science experience. In some ways, that brought her relief. She didn’t need her condition to appear on records, and she sure didn’t want to spend the next few days being poked with needles as they “tested” her to make sure she was healthy enough to leave the confinements of a hospital.
However, if she wasn’t in a hospital, and she wasn’t lying in the alleyway, then where in the world was she? Evelyn groaned as she ran her fingers through her hair. Nothing about this situation could be good. A quick glance down at her outfit let her know that she probably looked like she had just walked off of the set of a horror movie. The only problem was that there was no evidence that the blood was hers. Faint white scars were the only blemishes that remained to remind her of the attack.
A chill traveled down her spine. She wanted to believe she was hallucinating, that the near death experience hadn’t been what it was. But the experience was all too real. Leaving her to quietly wonder, “What was that thing?” But she quickly stilled as she realized that someone was watching her. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to rack her brain to come up with some excuse as to what happened. Sadly, all she could draw was a blank.
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