SirensCall

Just Give Me A Sign

Alrighty. If you feel up to starting us off, go right ahead. I may not have a chance until tomorrow.

Just Give Me A Sign

They are beautiful. =) I can get us started off soon enough. Either later on tonight or tomorrow. I just don't know whether to begin at the funeral or before or after.

The Siren's Call [ignore post count]

This will probably be the only Original idea I post here, but it is mammoth, so I think that it kind of needs to actually be posted here.

Rescue Me

Things were never supposed to end up the way they did. The fountain should have been left alone, the warning it had imprinted upon its marble frame should have been advised. “Potum de fonte et a maledicto in se vim bibentis millennii erit praeteritum.” The engraved warning meant that to drink from the fountain would lead the drinker to become cursed with darkness from millennia past. They would never be the same, not unless they could undo the nightmare that they brought to life.

Medieval times, a demon no one talked about went at large after planning, quietly, from the sidelines. It planned to cover the world in darkness and make the creatures of darkness the most powerful creatures on earth. Things were terrible as this tyrant went on its power trip of terrible consequences. So many innocent people were taken and twisted into drones. The hollow shells of the innocent were called the Army of Insolence. They defied every law the demon had thought up for when it could finally come to power.

They were the weakest of the dark creatures. They were impure in the eyes of the demon because it turned them. It didn’t create them. The demonic servants he created obeyed his every whim. On the drop of the dime. It was as if they were hive minded, but there were other creatures. Creatures that had their own will. They were able to control their own actions, and it was probably one of the first mistakes the demon made.

The shadow sirens were the first of these created. Among the most dangerous of the demons creations, shadow sirens are primarily female. Their forms are that of shadow-like proportions. Their skin a hazy shade of black, like the shadows humans cast from light. Their eyes fierce shades of crimson, their nails like knives reaching at least a foot long on their hands. Their lips are as black as a starless, moonless night, and their hair a raven color. That’s the shadow part of their name. Siren refers to their voice. They may have a distorted appearance, but their voices are pure. They can sing, and it lures most any form of creature to them. Their food? Souls. They eat souls of those they entice. Very few creatures can resist a shadow siren call.

Next, there were the tortured angels, mainly male in creation. Their wings bound by chains that come from their skin, the white feathers stained with their blood and blood from those they led to the abyss. Their eyes glimmer only with anguish, and their skin pale. The only creature the demon created to completely embarrass human beliefs. It was to show that even angels could be tied down and have no one to watch over them. Their wings did not function and could only be unbound by something with as great of power as the demon that created them. Their souls were tortured in creation, making them vicious and cruel. They seem to have been hive-minded as well, but it was not the case. Fear fueled them to stay with the demon, and it was courage that could break them from its bounds.

The veiled guardians were the demon’s proudest sire. The statuesque beings were molded as perfect beings. Just toned right, just enough color, just enough of everything. The feminine side of them could stand just about five and a half feet tall in almost human like forms. Their legs were long, their feminine features not too large or small, and they wore black clothing that covered their chests and skirts that reached the ground, but slits high up to their thighs. Their hair was raven black and their skin like bronze, just not as shiny. They have permanent veils that cover all but their foreheads and eyes, their bangs falling over their foreheads. Their eyes were the color of the moon on the darkest nights.

Male veiled guardians have the same skin and eye colors as the female side of their race. Able to be six and a half feet tall, the male veiled guardians were well built and wear armor made from dragon scales, painted to look light a starless night, and their permanent veils covered from the bridge of their nose to their necks. They are the pampered creatures. They could get whatever they wanted from the demon and were the only race to stay completely loyal to it.

Many other creatures were created by the demon, but little did it know that there was a war brewing against it. There was a witch who foresaw the darkness and knew that she would need to seal away this demon, forever, otherwise the world would succumb to its ways of darkness and it would severely upset the balance of nature. She enlisted the help of natural abominations. The vampires, the lycanthropes, the fallen angels, and many other creatures. They formed an army to fight the demon, but first the witch would try reason.

She went to the Catacombs of Abyss, the demon’s known lair, where she came across the first three creatures. The shadow sirens, the tortured angels, and the veiled guardians. Able to turn the tortured angels and nearly half of the shadow sirens against their creator, and in return she offered them the ability to be BEAUTIFUL. The idea of being beautiful struck the shadow sirens most, but the idea of freedom brought every last tortured angel to the side of the witch.

The witch knew that the demon would never agree to her terms, so the war began. The side of natural balance against the side of certain darkness. It was a long fought war, taking nearly 50 years before the witch was finally able to seal the demon’s spirit into the Fountain of Forgotten Tears. The witch placed the inscription upon it and placed it in the abandoned castle she sought refuge in to keep an eye on it. For nearly half a millennium the Fountain remained untouched. For nearly half a millennium the demon remained locked away.

Bringing us up to modern times, the year 2012. The year the world was supposed to end. A Senior class takes their senior trip to backpack across Europe where they come to this abandoned castle turned museum. Leave to teenagers, naïve teenagers, to get off their group and go into a restricted area. They found the Fountain of Forgotten Tears. The demon’s resting place was being stared at by stupid teenagers that could probably grant it freedom. Ignoring the inscription they couldn’t read, the teenagers took a drink and the demon was freed.

However, the witch had a failsafe and time turned back to the war between the demon and her. Now the teenagers, now changed into one of the races, have to make things right or lose the reality they came from forever. Will they be able to? Only their actions will tell their tale…

Just Give Me A Sign

CHRISTINA "RICKI" SINCLAIRE

18| THE HEART

Christina has always gone by Ricki. She tends to be really secretive abouy her home life. She comes from a wealthy family who never wanted her and pays her to stay away from the house because they can't take her... given her condition.

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CHRISTOPHER "CHRIS" GRAYSON

18| THE BRAIN

He's smart and emotionally desensitized.

( I know that these are small, but I like leaving something to the rp)

The Siren's Call [ignore post count]

El bump.

The Siren's Call [ignore post count]

Hello, my name is SirensCall, as I am sure you see, but you can call me Siren. I used to roleplay a lot, but life got in the way. Just know that if you rp with me, I can't reply everyday. I have a life, and I work a lot. I will try to reply at the very least twice a week, but I will try to get in daily to keep my partners updated.

A few things before I get into my interests.

-I tend to stay towards mid casual to advanced, anything less than two solid paragraphs a character tends to bother me. I give what I get mostly, at least I try.

-I prefer to double, and play multiple characters, but I like having one main character of each gender, though I tend to lean on my female characters because I am a female. If you are not okay with doubling, that's fine and dandy, but I am probably not the person you would want to rp with.

-I like drama and romance. So romance will be a theme, I believe it adds necessary drama.

-I am not good with MxM or FxF pairings, as I do prefer MxF, but I will try them out if asked to.

-Don't power play, or god mod, whatever you call it. Everyone has flaws, and by golly if you play my characters without consent I may rip your head off.

-Please, no chat speak, unless the circumstances call for it. OC chat, I don't mind, but in the rp itself, no. I will drop it.

-Please, don't be afraid to add your own ideas, or to tell me if you have lost interest. As I will not be afraid to do either of them.

-Threads only. I keep up with them the best.


FANDOMS

Harry Potter-Goblet of Fire on up, OCxCanon pairings only. NOTE: I have many ideas for Harry Potter, and I may be willing for OC x OC

The Vampire Diaries-Have not seen season five, so no spoilers, but I wil do OCxCanon and some CanonxCanon

The Walking Dead-TV show only


OTHERS

High school drama

Anything supernatural. Seen the idea around of supernatural academy, and it sounds interesting

Anything with romance and drama really, and feel free to bring ideas to me. Thank you.

I also have original ideas that are available upon request in pms.

Not Even Death Can Save Us Now

We should totally do one!!! I have ideas out the wazoo.

Not Even Death Can Save Us Now

I'm watching Potterthon on abc family. Omg I want to have an active hp rp so bad. =p

Not Even Death Can Save Us Now

Okay. =)

I Can't Face The Dark Without You

Ally was glad when Snape came and unknowingly delayed Connie's punishment. Now was time for her own troubles, moving. She was still in immense pain, and she was having trouble standing on her own two feet, but she wouldn't dare asked for help. People tended to get kicked while down now. Lavender helped her up, and she took up her own books before moving, carefully. She kept feeling as if she would fall over, but Lavender had stayed behind with her.

"Perhaps you should go see Madam Pomfrey, Ally." Lavender whispered, but Ally shook her head.

"I'm okay, Lavender." She assured her friend before catching up to the others. She was pushing herself to move, and it hurt like hell, but she didn't want anyone to worry anymore. She caught Neville looking to her, and she forced a small smile, but relief came when she got to class. She took her seat beside Neville as they continued to talk, and she looked to him.

"We need to be careful with it though." She whispered. "Don't forget the last incident. We need to be very specific, can't leave any loopholes."

"Weren't you and your brother working on disillusionment charms over the summer?" Lavender whispered from behind her, and Ally nodded. "Maybe we could see if those help, maybe you and Connie could work on it. You two are the best of us in charms."

Ally heard Flitwick begin his lesson, and she looked to Neville. "Do you think it would be helpful? Your idea, your call." She whispered to him, opening her book and turning Neville's to the proper page once she caught it. She slumped back, still trying to relax. The pain may have been dulled, but she could still feel it burning through her as aches. It wasn't too bad, and she knew it probably left a mark on Neville. She reached under the table and grabbed hold of his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

When most people looked at Neville, they had a mocking sort of air about themselves. They would belittle him, discourage him even. But when Ally looked at him, she saw the heart of a lion hidden beneath lamb's skin. Now he was starting to break out further than he ever had. . . And as his friend she had never been prouder of him, but it made her worry more.

TO BE FINISHED