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Oh, you got baited in?
Naaaaah!
I'm not the type of guy who writes these kind of threads, but during the course of action and a change of my personal life, I've decided to give it a shot and post up about what I do, what I like and some rules on top of that!
Yes, we must roleplay.
After reading everything, make sure to post a reply on this thread and I will send you a PM.
Rules:
- I would like, at the very least, 3 paragraphs. You have to squeeze it up, just one or a few posts a week which doesn't take a long while. Sounds like a charm, yeah? ;)
- Activity depends on us. I have a job that takes a lot of my time, but from my point of view, I will try to reply once a day, so that same would go for you.
- Sweet English, like your neighbour next door - just a jest! Seriously, I am not a guru at English myself and all of us do mistakes, but try your best to make fewer mistakes and show dedication to your writing. Same would go with punctuation.
- Brainstorm together with me during the plot. OOC does matter and I'd like to get more details with each step that we would do.
- When it comes at GENRE, I prefer fantasy which has Gothic elements, afterwards you slice in that slice-of-life and that's it, due to the fact that I didn't try other genres, but I am down to try with you.
- Dominant or Submissive? It doesn't matter for me since you can create some roleplay out of this when trying that 'two-faced' stylized texture.
- A little spark is that I like when our characters don't know eachother or they KNEW them from the past or just seen them a few times, but that would be probably it.
- Human
- Vampire Hunter
- Vampire
Eternal Ether
A new drug just hit the streets for a while - be it several weeks, no one cares, but the fact that the mortals on the nightclub named "Ascention" scene are lapping it up like candy. That tingle and enjoying sight from taking this soft capsule drug orally or intravenously — called "Ether" by dealers — is substantial. Needless so say, a kindred(a vampire) decides to sample the drug, realizing that the capsule shockingly contains vitae(blood), or a chemical compound with a similar taste, capable of producing the same feelings of euphoria which a vampire uses the Kiss(vampire's bite) on its victim or mortal.
The Hunters, finding out about the stationary drug and its plausible damage habituating the area of Santa Monica launch an investigation into the supply of the drug due to the fact that, indeed, if it were blood that mortals were ingesting, they would become ghouls(vampire's minions). . The trail runs in a loose end when the supplier of the drugs explains she found two boxes of the drugs in the back of a burned-out van, sealed and unharmed.
Santa Monica quiets down on Ether, the vitae drug runs low and the users move on to mundane narcotics that sought back such as crack, weed, heroin and so forth.. Until a catastrophic ideal happens. The feelings of withdrawal from the blood begin to afflict all of those individuals who've taken Ether. Like ghouls lacking a fix, mortal users act aggressive(imagine an alcoholic who needs a fix of drought and drink), and begin to eye vampires in deaf hunger without understanding why they find these apparent humans (meaning vampires due to the fact that they became ghouls; like an enhanced humans) so damn appealing to look at, sniff, and even taste. When a vampire is brought down by a gang of these jonesing addicts, who uncontrollably rip the vampire to pieces and drink from his remains, the city's vampires are compelled to act.
Your dear hunter finds out about these batches as well as the operation which happened. As a high-ranked hunter, you are tasked to find the unknown identity which spread this drug speculates at the reasoning behind the anonymous release of Ether. She is conscious the drug manufacturer's identity is still unknown, and know the rewards are great if they can bring whomever's responsible to heel.
...
Or there would be a twist of action?
The Hunters, finding out about the stationary drug and its plausible damage habituating the area of Santa Monica launch an investigation into the supply of the drug due to the fact that, indeed, if it were blood that mortals were ingesting, they would become ghouls(vampire's minions). . The trail runs in a loose end when the supplier of the drugs explains she found two boxes of the drugs in the back of a burned-out van, sealed and unharmed.
Santa Monica quiets down on Ether, the vitae drug runs low and the users move on to mundane narcotics that sought back such as crack, weed, heroin and so forth.. Until a catastrophic ideal happens. The feelings of withdrawal from the blood begin to afflict all of those individuals who've taken Ether. Like ghouls lacking a fix, mortal users act aggressive(imagine an alcoholic who needs a fix of drought and drink), and begin to eye vampires in deaf hunger without understanding why they find these apparent humans (meaning vampires due to the fact that they became ghouls; like an enhanced humans) so damn appealing to look at, sniff, and even taste. When a vampire is brought down by a gang of these jonesing addicts, who uncontrollably rip the vampire to pieces and drink from his remains, the city's vampires are compelled to act.
Your dear hunter finds out about these batches as well as the operation which happened. As a high-ranked hunter, you are tasked to find the unknown identity which spread this drug speculates at the reasoning behind the anonymous release of Ether. She is conscious the drug manufacturer's identity is still unknown, and know the rewards are great if they can bring whomever's responsible to heel.
...
Or there would be a twist of action?
Mysterious Time Split (MTS)
An unknown vampire appears in Los Angeles in one daring night out of the blue, as if an unexpected sight had planted its grace. This 'individual' presents himself as a somber and an orphic in manner, only deciding to speak with vampires that are of a great age and brushing off the local Baron (a Vampire that is in charge of the city) and all requests that he should present himself before himself due to the fact that the laws of this city of a freshly newcomer grave that.
By any means, when other vampires try to coerce the vampire to speak to them as this one dismisses, the figure simply disappears from plain sight, making an outstanding escape without any tracks that are left behind. The other remainder of the vampires are shunned and try to speak to the elder vampires to find out what did the newcomer had told them. Gradually, the elder Vampires decide that it is best to explain the dues of this newcomer whereas he spoke of spiritually-significant matters in bay.
Words such as "The End", "The Beast" and "The Purification" are used in between the lines but, chiefly, the visitor gave different advice to the different Elder vampires that were of a certain age. To ones, he had emitted a compel to reach fasting without drinking any vitae(blood) for over two weeks so they would reach their true potence, to others he had revealed mind powers which would subject to calculating the time in what would happen at another 3 seconds and so on.
Neither line takes issue, disbelieving the words of this mystifying prophet.. Yet, such advice of this figure's words leave an impact on even of the most incredulous vampires. Something of the depth of a man and desperation with which he conveyed his words, how he casually presented himself in a matter of time and spoke with that stature that shivered through each of every vampire's spines. Either that, he was either a con artist, or.. A great vampire of true power that no one dared to miss off.
Needless to say, everyone is trying to track down this individual for each of their reasons.the visitor for varying reasons. When some of the vampires began to use his advice, years had passed and it had shown some positive results to ones, for others - even greater power and an altruistic clarity of mind and a better observatory of the world that craves in.
To confuse matters further, a vampire librarian happens to come across a picture that is early of 17th century, in which the SAME mysterious vampire is present in an assembly of the court of the vampires. Only one of those vampires from the assembly is still active, walking these nights and is bewilder by the reappearance of this vampire.
What does he know?
By any means, when other vampires try to coerce the vampire to speak to them as this one dismisses, the figure simply disappears from plain sight, making an outstanding escape without any tracks that are left behind. The other remainder of the vampires are shunned and try to speak to the elder vampires to find out what did the newcomer had told them. Gradually, the elder Vampires decide that it is best to explain the dues of this newcomer whereas he spoke of spiritually-significant matters in bay.
Words such as "The End", "The Beast" and "The Purification" are used in between the lines but, chiefly, the visitor gave different advice to the different Elder vampires that were of a certain age. To ones, he had emitted a compel to reach fasting without drinking any vitae(blood) for over two weeks so they would reach their true potence, to others he had revealed mind powers which would subject to calculating the time in what would happen at another 3 seconds and so on.
Neither line takes issue, disbelieving the words of this mystifying prophet.. Yet, such advice of this figure's words leave an impact on even of the most incredulous vampires. Something of the depth of a man and desperation with which he conveyed his words, how he casually presented himself in a matter of time and spoke with that stature that shivered through each of every vampire's spines. Either that, he was either a con artist, or.. A great vampire of true power that no one dared to miss off.
Needless to say, everyone is trying to track down this individual for each of their reasons.the visitor for varying reasons. When some of the vampires began to use his advice, years had passed and it had shown some positive results to ones, for others - even greater power and an altruistic clarity of mind and a better observatory of the world that craves in.
To confuse matters further, a vampire librarian happens to come across a picture that is early of 17th century, in which the SAME mysterious vampire is present in an assembly of the court of the vampires. Only one of those vampires from the assembly is still active, walking these nights and is bewilder by the reappearance of this vampire.
What does he know?
Blood Ties
Living live sluggishly isn't a good ordeal when it comes to bait click every little aspect of life. You, as always, simply wake up, have a shower, grab something to eat and get your ass to work. Once again, you get back at your crib, have a spliff and a chill, fall asleep and the same old routine over and over.
It's not fun, is it, yeah?
Well, fuck that. Your life clicks on a change from this moment.
On your way home in that same old road and same old branch that you used to love to smoke beside the corner of the bridge, the bristling night, you are smashed across the ground with brute force that is enough to stroke a breath off from your lungs for a brief period of time.
You try to escape, but a grasp, so strong and so devastating, tugged you across the shelf of the ground by the riverbed over the canal. You don't feel your leg anymore as a crack would've been heard in a descent and a hiss, leading through the devastating laugh.
What kept you conscious was the immense pain and subtle remedy of a breath that gauged over your lungs. Screaming didn't help as well as the dreaded gaze of the figure caught your breath loose. The same individual leaps over you, the heart that was monotonic along your same routine had thudded over and over in skipping beats alongside the swiftly pouncing water of the canal. A figure, broad-shouldered and sinewy in an outlook, aboutt six feet over with a pale complexion of his somber facial expression leers over you.
You can't speak. You can't breathe. You only stare and the figure doesn't stop to yelp as you catch a few words that are following during the course of the story: " Sorry. " ; " I must. " ; " Forgive me. "
His mouth would slick down on your throat as you are powerless to stop the figure. Only then, you feel a strike of ecstasy that rushes through your whole spine, a surge of weakness, but tranquil oozing in a gulf of a rush.
...
......
You wake up.
Weak, shivering and cold, but.. Thirsty - as if you haven't had a decent drink for three days and sobering head as if you got smashed with a hammer throughout.
There is a figure near you, but he seems to be different than that one and, as a few seconds split pass through, the individual appears to be scared. Needless to say, you would notice in crimson color written across the dim light that startles through the door:
" Forget the daytime, your night is eternal. "
It's not fun, is it, yeah?
Well, fuck that. Your life clicks on a change from this moment.
On your way home in that same old road and same old branch that you used to love to smoke beside the corner of the bridge, the bristling night, you are smashed across the ground with brute force that is enough to stroke a breath off from your lungs for a brief period of time.
You try to escape, but a grasp, so strong and so devastating, tugged you across the shelf of the ground by the riverbed over the canal. You don't feel your leg anymore as a crack would've been heard in a descent and a hiss, leading through the devastating laugh.
What kept you conscious was the immense pain and subtle remedy of a breath that gauged over your lungs. Screaming didn't help as well as the dreaded gaze of the figure caught your breath loose. The same individual leaps over you, the heart that was monotonic along your same routine had thudded over and over in skipping beats alongside the swiftly pouncing water of the canal. A figure, broad-shouldered and sinewy in an outlook, aboutt six feet over with a pale complexion of his somber facial expression leers over you.
You can't speak. You can't breathe. You only stare and the figure doesn't stop to yelp as you catch a few words that are following during the course of the story: " Sorry. " ; " I must. " ; " Forgive me. "
His mouth would slick down on your throat as you are powerless to stop the figure. Only then, you feel a strike of ecstasy that rushes through your whole spine, a surge of weakness, but tranquil oozing in a gulf of a rush.
...
......
You wake up.
Weak, shivering and cold, but.. Thirsty - as if you haven't had a decent drink for three days and sobering head as if you got smashed with a hammer throughout.
There is a figure near you, but he seems to be different than that one and, as a few seconds split pass through, the individual appears to be scared. Needless to say, you would notice in crimson color written across the dim light that startles through the door:
" Forget the daytime, your night is eternal. "
Twisted Fate
Cold-blooded murder at the middle of the night in the Santa Monica's pacific. A chill, yet rasp scent of obnoxious bulges the tip of your nose as a serial killer's on a loose -- or that's what YOU think.
Paparazzi, flashing lights and a few cruisers reek up, ambulance offshore and evidence lights the very eyes of yours when you're back at the lab. Who you are? One of the best detectives in Santa Monica's Police Department. You took the role up in your sleeve. You know what sounds like an intelligent opinion on every subject, even those you've never heard of. Yet, you're trying WAY too hard to catch the fellow serial killer for over two years, but..
You found something interesting -- a letter.
In the victim's body sight, stained in piss and abrupt crimson blood nacks up a goofed note, which trembles your thoughts:
Your heart is far away, nursing old wounds, missing your friends who have been lost to this serial killer and playing the woulda-coulda-shoulda game with your life, making a big step to trifle.
This has to end.
NOW.
Paparazzi, flashing lights and a few cruisers reek up, ambulance offshore and evidence lights the very eyes of yours when you're back at the lab. Who you are? One of the best detectives in Santa Monica's Police Department. You took the role up in your sleeve. You know what sounds like an intelligent opinion on every subject, even those you've never heard of. Yet, you're trying WAY too hard to catch the fellow serial killer for over two years, but..
You found something interesting -- a letter.
In the victim's body sight, stained in piss and abrupt crimson blood nacks up a goofed note, which trembles your thoughts:
Your heart is far away, nursing old wounds, missing your friends who have been lost to this serial killer and playing the woulda-coulda-shoulda game with your life, making a big step to trifle.
This has to end.
NOW.
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