Post by Xero on Nov 10, 2008 11:42:06 GMT -5
A man walked down the street, his feet shuffling softly. A look of terror was plastered across his face as he looked over his shoulder. Blood stained his white button down shirt, he was pressing a hand to his neck to stem the flow of blood from it. He tripped, stumbled, then hit the ground. A piece of the concrete had been raised slightly, crawling on one hand the mad started to move again. Just then, out of the shadows, a very tall man appeared. Trendles of the shadow pealed off of him, this black leather trench coat and black combat boots made him look more intimidating.
He spoke softly, his voice cold, “…. You thought you could get away from me?”
The windows of the near by building started to fog over, however the day was very humid. Clouds threatened to rain down on the tall man and the one cowering on the ground. The one on the ground pushed back with his hand, pushing him on to his back. He kept on moving backward, attempting to get away.
The tall man smiled softly, his immaculate white teeth were a perfect complement to his shallow and pale skin. His eyes where hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but what was plastered on his face was clear; the man on the ground, that was now pressing his back against the wall of the other building on the street, was as good as dead.
It was over before the man against the wall could blink his body cold and lifeless. The tall man stood slowly, blood dripping down his face slowly.
Three thousand miles away, in Salem, Massachusetts a new comer was welcomed. His pale and shallow skin seamed nearly lifeless, but who were the townspeople to judge him and his small family. Him and his daughter stood out in the group of people, clearly different.
A portly Minister walked over to them slowly. “Vincent and Elizabeth Tudor, I presume.”, the minister asked, clearly afraid of the answer.
“Aye, that is our names. I do presume this welcoming party can disburse, Elizabeth is rather tired from our long journey from London.”, Vincent said, the look in his honey- suckle gold eyes spoke volumes to the people of the village.
The two left for a small cabin on the very outskirts of the small village. Most of the townspeople would be at the local pub to find out more from the higher ups until long after day breaks.
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Ok, the basic idea of this is simple, and it is something that would make most smile. This RP takes place during the time period of the infamous Salem Witch Trails, however, it is not in this plane. Humans are completely obivious to the secrete world right infront of their eyes. Vampires, as well as any other form of mythical beast such as Were-wolves, can be welcomed in this. Just remember that humans can not find out what is going on.
The start of this will be in February of the year 1692 AD.
Again this is something I have been toying with for ages.
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Character Sheet
RPGang Name:
Name: (First and Last Name)
Nick-Name:
Age: (Nothing under the age of 13)
Gender:
Race: (Human, Vampire, Were-wolf, Etc.)
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Appearance: (Common Clothing first, then other items)
Picture #1: (Human form)
Picture #2: (If shape-shifter)
Bio: (Who is your character, what is their personality, Etc.)
History: (Where did they come from, Etc.)
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My Characters for this RP only.
RPGang Name: Xero
Name: Vincent Tudor
Nick-Name: Vince
Age: 236 (appears to be no older then 27)
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Honey-suckle Gold
Appearance: Commonly seen wearing a white linen tunic and light leather pants, light
leather boots and leather fore arm bracers. Commonly seen with several
different knives attached to his light leather belt.
Picture #1:
Picture #2: N/A
Bio: Quiet, clearly has a very high opinion of himself. Very, very religious.
History: Born to the House of Tudor in 1456, Vincent was given a very high opinion of
himself by most of the servants of the house. In December of 1483, during a visit
to the Tower of London he was attacked by a “crazed” convict that had escaped
the tower. Caught of guard, Vincent was knocked to the ground. Bleeding
slightly from the neck, Vincent roused several hours later, alone in the middle of
a forest. He lived in the forest for nearly one hundred years, killing animals to
feed his thirst for blood. In late 1583, Vincent reappeared; his house had all but
forgotten him. During that time, there had been several attacks that had reached
his ears of ones like his. Finding the one who had caused him so much pain and
isolation, Vincent attacked with out abandon; striking dead the convict in the
name of God. After that, Vincent rejoined his house. In the fall of 1589 he
received word that a family in Italy wished to see him, and so he went in hopes
of furthering the relationships of England and Italy. When he arrived there, the
family turned out to be a coven of Vampires; the group that had raised the one
who turned him, the one who he, himself, had killed. After that, Vincent had not
been seen until December of 1676; being accompanied by a young lady named
Elizabeth, a young Vampire. They moved to Salem in an effort to start over.
RPGang Name: Xero
Name: Elizabeth Tudor
Nick-Name: Beth
Age: 92 (Looks no older then 16)
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Honey- Suckle Gold
Appearance: White and light blue Linen dress, light leather boots. Commonly seen with a
Rosary around her right hand.
Picture #1:
Picture #2: (If shape-shifter)
Bio: Very, very quiet and shy. Not commonly used to talking unless it is to Vincent.
History: Before meeting Vincent on the streets of Paris, Elizabeth was a loner. Given up
at birth by her parents, she lived in the church. Not long after her sixteenth
birthday, she was attacked and left for dead by a vampire. She ran into Vincent
while running in fear. She has traveled with him ever since.
He spoke softly, his voice cold, “…. You thought you could get away from me?”
The windows of the near by building started to fog over, however the day was very humid. Clouds threatened to rain down on the tall man and the one cowering on the ground. The one on the ground pushed back with his hand, pushing him on to his back. He kept on moving backward, attempting to get away.
The tall man smiled softly, his immaculate white teeth were a perfect complement to his shallow and pale skin. His eyes where hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but what was plastered on his face was clear; the man on the ground, that was now pressing his back against the wall of the other building on the street, was as good as dead.
It was over before the man against the wall could blink his body cold and lifeless. The tall man stood slowly, blood dripping down his face slowly.
Three thousand miles away, in Salem, Massachusetts a new comer was welcomed. His pale and shallow skin seamed nearly lifeless, but who were the townspeople to judge him and his small family. Him and his daughter stood out in the group of people, clearly different.
A portly Minister walked over to them slowly. “Vincent and Elizabeth Tudor, I presume.”, the minister asked, clearly afraid of the answer.
“Aye, that is our names. I do presume this welcoming party can disburse, Elizabeth is rather tired from our long journey from London.”, Vincent said, the look in his honey- suckle gold eyes spoke volumes to the people of the village.
The two left for a small cabin on the very outskirts of the small village. Most of the townspeople would be at the local pub to find out more from the higher ups until long after day breaks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ok, the basic idea of this is simple, and it is something that would make most smile. This RP takes place during the time period of the infamous Salem Witch Trails, however, it is not in this plane. Humans are completely obivious to the secrete world right infront of their eyes. Vampires, as well as any other form of mythical beast such as Were-wolves, can be welcomed in this. Just remember that humans can not find out what is going on.
The start of this will be in February of the year 1692 AD.
Again this is something I have been toying with for ages.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Character Sheet
RPGang Name:
Name: (First and Last Name)
Nick-Name:
Age: (Nothing under the age of 13)
Gender:
Race: (Human, Vampire, Were-wolf, Etc.)
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Appearance: (Common Clothing first, then other items)
Picture #1: (Human form)
Picture #2: (If shape-shifter)
Bio: (Who is your character, what is their personality, Etc.)
History: (Where did they come from, Etc.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Characters for this RP only.
RPGang Name: Xero
Name: Vincent Tudor
Nick-Name: Vince
Age: 236 (appears to be no older then 27)
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Honey-suckle Gold
Appearance: Commonly seen wearing a white linen tunic and light leather pants, light
leather boots and leather fore arm bracers. Commonly seen with several
different knives attached to his light leather belt.
Picture #1:
Picture #2: N/A
Bio: Quiet, clearly has a very high opinion of himself. Very, very religious.
History: Born to the House of Tudor in 1456, Vincent was given a very high opinion of
himself by most of the servants of the house. In December of 1483, during a visit
to the Tower of London he was attacked by a “crazed” convict that had escaped
the tower. Caught of guard, Vincent was knocked to the ground. Bleeding
slightly from the neck, Vincent roused several hours later, alone in the middle of
a forest. He lived in the forest for nearly one hundred years, killing animals to
feed his thirst for blood. In late 1583, Vincent reappeared; his house had all but
forgotten him. During that time, there had been several attacks that had reached
his ears of ones like his. Finding the one who had caused him so much pain and
isolation, Vincent attacked with out abandon; striking dead the convict in the
name of God. After that, Vincent rejoined his house. In the fall of 1589 he
received word that a family in Italy wished to see him, and so he went in hopes
of furthering the relationships of England and Italy. When he arrived there, the
family turned out to be a coven of Vampires; the group that had raised the one
who turned him, the one who he, himself, had killed. After that, Vincent had not
been seen until December of 1676; being accompanied by a young lady named
Elizabeth, a young Vampire. They moved to Salem in an effort to start over.
RPGang Name: Xero
Name: Elizabeth Tudor
Nick-Name: Beth
Age: 92 (Looks no older then 16)
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Honey- Suckle Gold
Appearance: White and light blue Linen dress, light leather boots. Commonly seen with a
Rosary around her right hand.
Picture #1:
Picture #2: (If shape-shifter)
Bio: Very, very quiet and shy. Not commonly used to talking unless it is to Vincent.
History: Before meeting Vincent on the streets of Paris, Elizabeth was a loner. Given up
at birth by her parents, she lived in the church. Not long after her sixteenth
birthday, she was attacked and left for dead by a vampire. She ran into Vincent
while running in fear. She has traveled with him ever since.