Rusalka

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

DARK SPIRIT KNIGHT SHEZMU HAS INVADED And in other news, I have officially decided on another character, and she shall be~ *drrrrumrooooolll*

A Vampire Temptress!!!

Evelyn: Oh nards... -_-* I will have a cs up later....after more sleep =.=

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

DX Blegh! I apologize for that horrible post.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

Evelyn - Loli-Goth As she finished her smoke, she snuffed it against the sidewalk, one last exhale of white mist fading from her lips with a deep sigh as she tossed it away carelessly and stared up empty eyed at the stars. "So...beautiful night, huh?" She said to herself in a small whisper, but figured Lisa probably heard her anyways, so she continued, a little curl of her lips into a wry smile. "It's funny... I used to remember...when I was a kid, my sister and me...we'd sit outside every night, looking up at the stars...thinking...what it would be like if...we became stars. Like...after we died...our bodies would turn into a beautiful bright light and they would shine so radiantly...up in the sky...forever." Evelyn laughed to herself, her hat slipping off her head and falling next to her, letting loose her wild black hair flowing over her shoulders. "I'm not making any sense, am I?" Her cheeks reddened a little. "Sorry. I just tend to think stupid things when I'm bored. I...never really like to talk much about myself...or my family. That was back when me and my sister were...well...close. Now, she can't even stand the sight of me." The girl's smile faded slightly as she curled her knees up to her chest with another bothersome sigh, resting her head on her knees, her eyes, more like glistening rubies, falling away from the sky and affixing themselves as a frown towards...nothing but empty space. "It's not like I care..." Her voice...it sounded deep, raspy almost, as if she were about to... but she didn't, and she damn well didn't want to in front of Lisa, embarrassing as that would be. Already Ev was fighting tooth and nail to hold back the painful deluge welling in her eyes, still muttering to herself. "She's got her family...her husband, her kids....Why would she even give a fuck about her little sister, right?" Sure enough, she failed to keep all but one stray tear from breaking through, and down it streamed her burning cheek, falling to the grass as but a small ounce of her inner pain shed. While Evelyn sat there though, her eyes trailed to the side, noticing...a rather peculiar young girl standing behind Lisa in the distance. "Huh?" A bit perplexed, she got up and dusted herself off, straining her eyes a little in the dark to see the girl. She was a strange little character with hair as dark as the young woman's, but lacking the blood-red eyes, not to mention the height as this girl was well..in Ev's opinion...she was a total midget, dressed in garb that could only be described as complete and utter loli. "Umm..hey. You lost or something, kid?" Ev said scratching the back of her head and putting her hat back on. How did she not know that kid was standing there the whole time? Also...what's with that weird look on her face. It was like the tiny-tot was zoned out or something.

The Black Tower: A Fantasy Adventure RP (CLOSED)

Twas as though the mighty steel hammer of the Forge God had slammed against her brawn and all and tossed her through the crumbling wood and smoldering ash of the burning house, for Nariah was indeed thunderstruck by the unrelenting force of the behemoth's claw. For a while or so her vision was blurry, the bodies of her "companions" and the stoking flames eating away at the village around her, nothing more but abstract, bleary shapes moving and undulating about and causing the warrior woman to grasp her head spiked with such a pain. "Agh...by the gods... The woman groaned and lifted her head from the pile of debris she laid in, already her armor scorched to an even duller shade of gray, such as the pristine white of her hair...now caked with a smelling concoction of blood, dirt and ash, the very same that marred her face. As the rest of her battered figure rose, her vision soon returned to normal, just in the nick of time to see the healer approaching her. My...if it wasn't for the fact Nariah could recognize the rather...charming lass, she would've assumed she had died upon the battlefield and Tha'agorn's shield-maiden was rushing forth with the light of Altia at her back, to ferry the weary woman to Hall up High..where she would drink, feast, and sing with her fellow kinsmen forever. Unfortunate it wasn't the case, but at least the woman was assured..she lived to fight another day. "Ugh...I'm alright, lass." With a bit of a pained grunt and a grimace to an ache shooting through her chest, Nariah staggered against the cumbersome weight of her armor and rose to her feed addressing Adelisa with a half-hearted grin. "It's only a scratch. No need to waste yer breath on me. Save it for the others." Then, she turned to the ranger named Conan, the one who asked if she still breathed. "Aye woodsman, and I can still stand too in case ye haven't noticed." She replied popping her shoulder back into place and cracking a few bones in her neck while grabbing up her sword and shield. "But if we keep this up, none of us are gonna be breathin' fer a while. That damn beast! There's no way one man...or woman..can take it on their own. Never been my intention in the first place, but...if we want to send that bastard back into the Abyss...we're gonna have to work together..." It was a prospect she was begrudging to admit. Nariah...she always tried to be outfront, always tried to display the strength she carried, even being so brash as to charge headlong into the face of imminent demise...course that only worked on your typical rowdy band of brigands and cuthroats. However, that tactic was proved folly against the wretched behemoth. As much as she loathed the idea, the woman had no choice. None of them did. Twas either band together....or die.

The Blood Compact

There we go. A perfect setting for vampires to come out and join the fray. If you wonder what the darkness is like, first turn off all the lights within 500 feet from you. Next, close your eyes. Then, stab your eyes repeatedly with a black ink fountain pen until the pen runs out of ink or your eyes run out of blood.

@The Grey Dust

*tries it* Yay!! Now my other senses will be extremely sharpened!! *.*

The Blood Compact

The figure at the front spoke up, after hesitating for a moment. 'Well..... it seems you have important reasons to go where you need to be. However, don't get in the way of our Brothers and Sisters, they will not show mercy.' The man seemed unsure of himself, and Rebecca guessed it would have to be against his nature to allow someone through. Most likely, the effects of the hypnosis would not last long. Furthermore, from the whispers she could pick up from the others, it seemed multiple among the Vampire Hunters had noticed the strange change in behaviour from their superior, and suspected some form of foul play.

@thewizardguy

Like ice it felt, a sinister, unwelcomed chill that seemed to creep down the woman's spine and course its way through her shriveling nerves to the very tips of her fingers, threatening to extend her sharp, obsidian blades from her hands and unleash a terror like no other upon these...obviously overzealous fundamentalists, but with a mental slap on the wrist, Rebecca swayed herself from such illicit thoughts, the telltale voice that whispered in her head kill them while the other, the voice of reason, urged her to simply walk away. Pay not the suspicious glances and apprehensive mutterings of the hunters any regard, climb back into her vehicle and drive onwards taking her and her adorable, sleepy thrall to safety, or...what apparent safety may be left in the city as spoken by their grim words. As it appeared, the city was in absolute peril, as these religious buffoons were purifying every inch of it. It was best not to make a scene anyways in front of these few, not when they had heavy firepower on their side, plus with the volume of which they were armed, it would be a miracle in itself if Rebecca survived the altercation with just a few pieces missing from her. "Very well. Thank you for your cooperation, and have a wonderful evening." She smirked to the armored men and women before returning to her car, her high heels echoing with every clack against the weathered asphalt of the road. She slipped in closing the door and locking it rolling up her window, when she saw that Camille was very much awake and apparently...frightened by something. "Sweetheart? Is something the matter?" The woman asked her servant, a gentle hand reaching to caress her smooth, blushing cheek. The girl shakily answered, a nervous fang pinching at her bottom lip and tinting it about the same glowing hue as her skin, "Ummm...n-n-no Mistress. I-I ummm... I was just a little scared of these guys. That's all." The hunters, of course. To an elder such as Rebecca, they didn't really strike her that much as intimidating. Rather, she was laughing hysterically on the inside at the great lengths mortals would go just to eradicate the undead scourge, about as subtle as the Holocaust, but....to a youngling...it might as well be the coming of the Third Reich. Even in the dim, greenish haze emanating from the dashboard of her car, Rebecca could see clear as day the fear surmounting in Camille's soft emeralds. "My dear, you've nothing to be afraid of." She assured the young thrall with a tender kiss upon her forehead. "They're letting us through now. I'll admit negotiations were rather...tense shall we say? But you know your Mistress. I have quite a way with words." With a little smirk, she giggled to herself starting up her car and driving past the roadblock, making sure to keep her speed to a minimum, so as not to draw ay further suspicion. She would admit, tense indeed was the word for that short meeting. In a matter of seconds, those fools could have ended her life....and that of her sweet little Cammie. ....But what Rebecca hadn't noticed was the fear in Camille's eyes was not that of the hunters...but of the shadowy, cloaked figure that was scrutinizing their every move from the seemingly infinite darkness, and now...as they had gone, the figure set his attention...upon the lowly roadblock set by the Purge...and the valiant men and women who guarded the passage with their lives...

The Blood Compact

Get to posting *cracks whip* >_> Lol

@Shikaru

Oooh kinky! >3< *beaten with a shillelagh* Ok that's not!! DX I'll post!

The Blood Compact

I... was out doing "adult things."

@Wraithblade6

Would that be- *insta-death!!* X.X

@Rusalka

No comment, except I like the way you think about me.

@Wraithblade6

I has a dirty mind. What can I say >.>

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

I love LR, my only issue is one I don't usually have in RPGs, which is that I CAN'T STAND the main character. He's such a backwater country bumpkin that it's crossed past funny and into annoying.

@chukklehed

^This, but then again I'd rather have backwoods hillbilly than whiny, wimpy "but I'm not Lord Sigmund, I'm just a wussy flute player" Capell, this why I cheer for Lloyd Irving more than you <.<

The Blood Compact

I... was out doing "adult things."

@Wraithblade6

Would that be- *insta-death!!* X.X