The darkened mist hid her as she manuevered her way through the shadows of the alleys.  The feathers pricked on her neck as she aviated around the stone exterior of an abandoned warehouse.  Suddenly, with a quick motion, she beant upward and shot into the open air, her feathers basked in the moonlight momentarily before receding into her body.  Her feathers recoiled and shrunk back, revealing human like flesh.  Her large talons and sharponed beak shrank into limbs and a fine mouth.  She blinked and focused to her target, before gravity took hold and she plumeted to the earth at a tremendous amount of speed, only to land gracefully on the rooftop of an apartment building.  Her landing was silent, untraceable by any eye.  A man stood, his back to her.  He appeared to be about her age, and she approached.  A true beauty in the city of secrets.  her bare feet made a soft beating as they met the cold shingles of the rooftop balcony.  The man turned to face her, he faltered, his heart beat sped up, fear creeping into his features.  She continued her gentle approach, the man frozen in horror.  She made it closer and put a hand on his cheek, she leaned in close so that her breath could be felt on his skin  "Do you fear me?" she whispered.  Then, all fear and horror faded from his face... his eyes glazed over with complete ardency.  He met her, and traced her upper leg with his left hand fingertips, his right entangling itself in her hair.  She closed her eyes as his lips brushed her neck, becoming more aggresive as he pulled her close, gripping her lower back with his left hand.  Her eyes suddenly sprang open, a dangerous gleam in her eye, with a quick motion she withdrew her concealed weapon and trimming his neck.  The grip fell limp, and he collapsed to the ground, a pool of deep crimson forming at her feet.  His eyes became white and glossy and she threw the weapon by his head, where the blade became inlodged in the stone.  She disappeared into the shadows of nightfall without a sound...

Unexistant in this City of Secrets.

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This may be the last I write...  they have me cornered, you have been warned.  I dont know what they are.  Superhumans?  Immortals for sure.  They were blessed with inhuman beauty, unatural talents that even I cannot describe.  Their intellect is far more advanced then any I have seen.  Using the forms of creatures from our nightmares to seek out and destroy...  I watched my friends and family be destroyed by their 'gifts' if that is what you will call them.  If you ever meet one... I sware to you, you will never survive.

-Harrison Inayne 1782-1806

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Ok, so basically there are two sides, a human or an immortal.  The setting is in a large city, that goes by the name of New Anaim City (much like new york city).  The humans are well, humans who live in the city like normal people... but they will be hunted and some killed by the immortals.  They are also unaware of the immortals existance, for none of the humans who encounter them ever survive.   The immortals are a race of superhumans, that can shapeshift into forms of mythical creatures and hunt the humans for no apparent reason.  They seduce their human prey in order to gain trust. The immortals are inhumanly beautiful and irresistable to any mortal they attract in their human forms.  Their powers depend on the creature they can shapeshift into, and they each have a swirled tatoo, signifying that they are part of the immortal clan.  The immortals are untraceable and no human can point them out...  The note above from Harrison Inayne will come in later, when I say... dont forget about it

There is a limit of the amount of immortals in the rp, they are as follows:

Hypogryph:  This immortal can take the form of a griffon.  He/she is extremely fast and agile.  He/she is also very cunning and uses this to his/her advantage.  He/She can shroud themselves in a mist, making them unseen by human eyes.

Gargoyle: This immortal takes the form of a gargoyle.  he/she is strategic and wise.  He/she has numerous knowledge of most things.  This immortal also can guess the moves of opponents by watching body language.  He/she can also turn to stone freely when in the gargoyle form in order to hide from prying eyes.

Chimera:  This immortal can take the form of a chimera.  He/she has strength and is resourceful.  he/she is stronger then the other immortals and can use many materials to survive.  He/she can also survive longer without food/drink.  But due to the numerous heads, this immortal tends to have mixed personalities.

Pegasus:  This immortal can take the form of a pegasus.  They have the gift movement and careness.  This immortal is the kindest of his/her kind.  He/she is one the immortals usually respect, and they can disappear into thin air and reappear in a desired location. 

As you can see, there are only 4 immortal spots, first come first serve.  However, the leader of the immortals may allow several humans into their ranks.

griffon: (Morana) Funlover6

Gargoyle: Yukita Jade (emeraldwing)

Chimera: Adelainne Harimas (detneth)

Pegasus: Akilina (feyth)

Humans:

Jackson/Jared Ina (elamant)

Relis Cornas/Eleanor Nykamp (Feyth)

Dante Jade (emeraldwing)

Drake tailor (funlover6)

Charlotte White (dragonsnap)

Ebony Rain Bast/Isis Silvia Bast (ssather)

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RULES (yes of course):

-No pp or gm

-listen to me at all times

-no killing a charry without permission

-Dont post and then leave, especially if you have an immortal... COMMIT if you post a bio, or alert me if you decide to drop out.

-Post I will survive in your favorite color to join

-romance is STONGLY encouraged, get as serious as possible! PG13 and UP if you want

-Violence is STRONGLY encouraged, get as serious as possible again! PG13 and UP if you want

-Dont steal my rp ideas

-Swear like a sailor!  it builds more suspence and expresses more emotion

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Bio:

Name:

Age:

Species (human or immortal):

if immortal, creature?:

personality:

looks (no pics please):

family:

crush/mate:

other:

By the way, I want immortal bios in VIVID DETAIL, if I feel you do not have enough info, your immortal bio will be rejected and the position will be up for grabs.

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I would like your bio to be more detailed then mine, just as an example.

Name: Morana Leigh

Age: unknown appears to be in between the ages of 17-21

Species (human or immortal): immortal

if immortal, creature?: hypogryph

personality:  she is cold hearted and harsh, taking pride in what she is and using her cunningness to play games with her prey.  She can be a difficult mind to understand and not even her closest allies have her completely figured out.  She knows the flaws in all her fellow immortals and dosnt stand for failure.  If Morana sences a trace of betrayal she will slaughter the offender on the spot, without a second thought.  She kills without guilt and is believed to be evil, but is still respected by her immortal followers.  She is very seductive and uses this quality to get close to her human targets. 

looks (no pics please):  Morana is shorter then most immortals but remains to be very beautiful due to her immortal qualities.  She has a flawless face, with a nicely fitted nose and mouth with lovely full lips.  She has dark, emerald like eyes that have a wicked radiance flowing off them.  Her eyes are enough to send shutters through anyone or anything's bones.  Her face is framed by layered, light brown hair that flows past her shoulders to her upper back.  She has a left bang that can cover her eye at some times.  Her body is nicely shaped with amazing curves and features.  Her skin is naturally flawless and she usually appears to be wearing anything that compliments her features.  A look that she can be seen with is a long skirt that flows to her ankles, but there is two slice marks up two sides of the skirt, revealing her legs and hips on both sides.  She wears a tight top that is held up by slim straps.  The top stops under her bustline, revealing her skin from the bottom of the bust down to the lower hip.

family: you will see

crush/mate: open open

other:  Is the leader of the immortals.

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Name: Drake tailor

Age: about 18

species: human

personality: Can seem dark and silent.  He hardly ever speaks, but shows ex
pression through actions.  He is a quick thinker and knows his way around the city...'street smarts' if you will.  He has grown up alone for practically his whole life, losing his family when he was young.  However he is sly and usually not one to be trusted.

looks:  a handsome and well built young man.  He has pale skin and light blonde hair.  His eyes have a grayish hue.  He usually wears a pear of jeans and a nice shirt, sneakers/converse on his feet. 

family: deceased

crush/mate: nope

other: nah uh.

((Guys, maybe you should just drop this. Fun and the staff can handle this, let's do her a favor by letting all these problems blow over.

This is a remake. All the info is on another thread but let's leave this one clean so her and her group can enjoy the Roleplay.))

The darkness seemed to consume her as she crept silently amoungst the black mist that was of night.  Her light hair fell past her shoulders as she raced through the stone exteriors of the buildings, towering above.  Her cloak brushed against her bare legs as she made quick movements to avoid being seen...or heard.  Her revealed skin basked in the moonlight through the canopy of the unfinished skyscrapers... empty.  and dead.  Her gaze fixated itself onto the bustle of life coming from the streets, she manuevered her way through the shadows and scaled the farthest building, clambering ever so gracefully until she arose the the shingels that made up the roof of one of the largest builds in town... the theatre.  The skylight was apparent even in the blinding darkness, the stars were unapparent, as the clouds roamed freely in the sky, covering the moon half way through.  She crept to the glas.s, her body close but not to close.  Below she could hear the beautious notes of the actors and actresses as they displayed themselves through charracters in the most facinating novels and works of literature.  But she was not here for that purpose... in the audience, there was a young man... a man who would soon look at death in the face...her face... Morana's face.

((forgive me, it was rushed...i gtg))

((Last comment. o__o

Just because there's no evidence, doesn't necessarily mean no crime was committed, and it doesn't mean curiosity will cease to overrun people's hearts.

Sometimes, what I say causes quite a bit of drama, even if all I'm saying is the truth, or at least what I think, so. Just drop it, figure it out yourselves in your head, and. Live with it.

The best option is just to ignore me and my ramblings; it's plainly my honest opinion, and usually nobody agrees with it.

And now I wait for everyone to start ranting at me, since my advice is just plain stupid and idiotic and...-sigh-))

Immortals strike again

There was a long story of what happened late last night on Sursee street. Most of which Charlotte White skimmed. She had picked up a half ruined soggy newspaper that was drifting over to a nearby gutter. Again? She thought. These attacks were happening way to often, virtually every day there was a new article informing the weary public of another *censored*ault to an unsuspecting citizen.

Why would someone, something, do this? Charlotte thought. She skimmed to another line. Whatever you do, stay away from these things, if you see one, run. Run and never stop. That was all she needed. Charlotte was going to find one of these immortals and stop them, and no one was going to tell her not to.

((Sorry so short! I'll try to do better but I'm very busy right now.))

 Isis looked up at the full moon. "Isn't it a beautiful night?" She asked looking over at the pale black haired girl walking next to her. It was a cool night, the air felt ice cold against Isis's skins. Dust rose above the two girls feet as they walked down the street. Isis stopped infront of a large building. "Oh, look! Its the theatre...Can we go...Please?" She asked in a pleading voice. She looked back up at the sky as a cloud covered the moon making the sky look black. She watched her sister stuff her hand into her pockets and turned towards the Theatre. "Yea!" isis said letting out a small squeal of joy.

 Ebony rolled her eyes. "Okay, you have to pay for the tickets though." She said in a joking voice. She walked towards the theatre and looked at the huge door in front of her. Her hand went up to her neck as she wrapped her neck around a small golden necklace with a cat on it. It was the only thing her mother had left her, her sister had gotten a silver one. She opened the door and held it open for Isis to walk in.

((Which means I lost my entire intro....))

As the music played in her head, she wrote it down, letting her thoughts flow onto the paper in front of her. The gloomy music spread across her page in a series of bars and measures, quarter notes and rests. They ranged from low notes to high notes, such as the high ‘G’, ranging all the way up to the top of the staff, or the low F, all the way at the bottom of the measure bar. It was a beautiful piece.

            The composer pushed away the chair and stood up, revealing that she was equally, if not more, beautiful than the piece she had just written. Locks of black hair flowed down her back, never tangling. Her eyes were piercing green as if they could see right through to the center of your soul. Her body was tall and lithe and clothed in a white tunic lined with blue. Her body was curvy, her lips were full, but the color of blood. Some call her Killer, others call her brilliant, some even call her drinker of blood. Only her fellow immortals know her by her true name: Akilina Pegasi Rasel, or Aki.

            Aki opened her mouth and let out a glorious note. As she began to sing, the notes seemed to float of the pages and surround the room in a blanket of bliss. The notes floated out the window, drifting on the wind. As she finished, the last note came from her mouth and hung in the air, until she stopped and the note faded away as the sun drifted to sleep, hidden behind the hills. The moon floated into the sky and began its watch over the town, shedding its blue glow over the houses. The immortal stepped out of the house, unfazed by the frigid night air that swept over the city, freezing the blood in humans’ bones. It was beautiful to the woman.

            Unfazed by the cold wind, the immortal glanced around as if searching for something that could not be found. Her eyes spotted a young adult in the distance and a smile spread across her pale face. She took a step forward and it seemed that the night swallowed her up and spat her out right behind the man. He turned and tipped his hat. The young man wondered what a woman like her was doing out so late on a night like this, while Aki was thinking how idiotic the man was for tipping his hat. She let her fingers gently brush his face and his eyes glazed over as he fell into a trance, overcome by Aki’s beauty.

            Aki’s other hand emerged from her sleeve and she moved it in a swift motion, making it collide with his skull and he didn’t even move to stop her, too entranced by her obvious goddess-like beauty. “Fear me.”

 She flayed him like a fish, her knife slitting the top of his bac, down to his bottom. As blood poured onto the ground, Aki changed into a blue-white pegasus, wings elongating from her back. She flew into the air and landed right beside Morana, in a few minutes. She transformed back. Aki was a trained composer, but a born killer...

The said issue was taken care of by staff and if continued to be meantioned on the board will be addressed and taken care of.

Marrhet, 

Support Staff