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7:46pm Apr 17 2010 (last edited on 4:43pm Apr 18 2010)
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.:PLOT:. The vampires and werewolves have lived for thousands of years in hiding. But today, humans are discovering their secrets. More and more of them are getting killed. Who's the monster? Them, or the humans. Werewolves and Vampires must team up to stay alive. I know they won't like it, but it's the only way to escape. .:RULES:. 1. No powerplaying 2. You may be a human if you like 3. Not too much swearing please 4. Romace is allowed, but don't go past kissing 5. Violence is allowed 6. Reeses is co-owner, listen to her when I'm not here. 7. No more than 5 characters, please. 8. My internet shuts off at 8 Res time, 9 Res time on Fridays and Saturdays. Don't post too much without me!
.:BIO:. Name: Age: Gender: Species: Personality: History: Looks: Other: .:CHARACTERS:.
Vampires: Amelia Faithe- dragon123mm(Pengui) Damon Salvatore- chance437 Maya Griffin- ssather Ash Silverblood- ssather Jade Silverblood- ssather
Werewolves: Avery Ponde- dragon123mm (Pengui) Westcot Jamison- Reeses (Pet) Jack Napier- chance437 Hunter Dodder- ssather Johnny Dodder- ssather
Humans: Katherine Hawk- ssather Aurora Hawk- ssather
=D
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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7:56pm Apr 17 2010 (last edited on 8:04pm Apr 17 2010)
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Name: Amelia Faithe
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Personality: Usually shy. Amelia became a vampire long ago, and has never made a friend since. She is lonely and sad. History:Long ago, when she got bitten, the shock turned her mute. She can't talk, and never will.
Looks: Bright, red hair and green eyes (When she's not thirsty) She usually wears a dress or a skirt. Other: She's mute =O  Name: Avery Ponde
Age: 11
Gender: Female Species: Werewolf Personality: Aventurous,but mean. She is rude and grumpy towards most people. She attackes humans on sight. She lives in the forest History: Was bitten when she was 5
Looks: Dark brown hair with blue eyes. Wears jeans (Usually ripped) and a T-shirt. Wolf form: Dark brown wolf.
Other: Eats Jell-O with her fingers o 3o
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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7:56pm Apr 17 2010
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Name: Westcot Jamison
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Will roleplay it out...lol, I'm lazy today. x3 History: Born to two werewolves in a forest borderinga town, his father left as soon as the violence started, telling them to stay hidden while he looked for a safe sanctuary. For a while, he visited every month, his search failing repeatedly, but suddenly stopped visiting. Whether or not he was dead was a question, but Westcot learned to grow up without much influence from his father. Looks: Short, shaggy red hair, silver blue eyes, and a rather frail form. 8D Other: N/A
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7:58pm Apr 17 2010
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((Added you to the list =D))
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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8:01pm Apr 17 2010
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((Join?))
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8:01pm Apr 17 2010
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((Thanks, though I kind of have to go really soon. My mom is making me do work for my sister.))
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8:03pm Apr 17 2010 (last edited on 8:04pm Apr 17 2010)
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((Sure, chance :D Kk Pet. Could you ask Dragon if she wants to join?))
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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8:05pm Apr 17 2010
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((Dragon doesn't roleplay. Doesn't like to, and hates forums.))
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8:07pm Apr 17 2010
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((Oh. Kk. -has red Jell-O all over fingers- o 3o
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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8:07pm Apr 17 2010
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((You guys talking about Dragonstar?))
 Name:Damon Salvatore Gender:Male Age:Over 500,but looks 20 Species:Homo Nus Nocturnus Personality:(Bear with me,it's from his Wiki))Damon is self-contained and reserved on the surface most of the time, only letting his emotions through when he's angry - usually at Stefan. He generally acts flippant and arrogant, and constantly plays word games, especially when it comes to dancing around an issue, and even more especially when that issue involves his true feelings on a serious subject. Damon has an aristocratic, elegant demeanor, and a very pragmatic outlook on life. He believes that the vampire nature is inherently dark, and that Stefan's attempts to not feed on humans are therefore unnatural. He has no problem with killing humans, although he generally won't go out of his way to do so. He kills Mr. Tanner, but claims he did so only because Tanner pulled a knife on him and that it was thus self-defense. He has no problem threatening children, though - since Elena gives in to his blackmail - it'll never be known whether he really would've gone through with his threats to hurt Margaret. He has a significantly violent history due to his early vampire life, when he started his own mercenary company. Although we are given no glimpses into this mercenary life, it is strongly implied that he did immoral things with no regrets, and would have little to no problem doing them again. During the course of the original four books, it is implied that Damon may have a renewed respect for human beings as something other than food. As he spends more time around the human characters, he seems to warm up to them a bit more and treat them less like potential meals and more like acquaintances, almost even friends. He sometimes even seems frustrated by his own unwillingness to be straight with them, as exemplified by his inability to rescue Vickie in book 4; Stefan reams him out for several paragraphs before Damon finally explains the real reason he couldn't help her. Crush: Boyfriend/Girlfriend: History:Didn't want to tell me,and I didn't want to press the issue Looks:((Pic))Hair black with rainbow lights in it, like a crow's feathers, or 'like liquid, too soft and fine for human hair.' Eyes that are black, 'fathomless and full of strange lights' and which have a tendency to 'fill the universe.' He's middling-verging-on-short, and has 'dark beauty and grace and the sensuality that drew women to him like moths to a flame.' He tends to lounge in a way that should get him done for har*censored*ment but can take 'lithe stalking steps.' He usually wears all black, mirrored sungl*censored*es and drives a black Ferrari with 'illegally tinted' windows. He has a 'very engaging' laugh and a 'charming' smile. Other:This vampire is like no other.Immune to stakes and silver,he proves so by his silver fangs.Both his sets of fangs are located on his upper jaw,his Cuspids and Bi-cuspids Name: Jack Napier Gender:Male Age: 22,but looks older History: Didn't want to tell me,and I didn't want to press the issue Personality: Psychopath.Examples below Other: Watched his father kill his mother,before his Father sliced his cheeks into an eternal grin.He killed his father,and that was when he was 14.He is an Outcast,and he goes by the alias,The Joker.Wears cover up on his cheeks to hide his scars.You can't see them unless you look for them,and don't ask how he got them,really,if you value living Theme Song: Fake It by Seether Picture: Jack has dirty blonde hair,that has an odd green tint to it,since when he does go out,he dyes his hair green.He has a cute button nose.He has a teasing grin,and a mischievous glint in his eyes.He has a haunting laugh,and a voice that is somewhat nasaly,like a geeks,but it echos comandment and demands respect.He carries nothing in his pockets but knives and lint,and doesn't like using guns.He's always Grinning, never Smiling Wolf Picture: Jack's wolf is like no other.He,in wolf form,looks like he is wearing a suit.And a haunting one at that.Most of his fur is purple,but down his chest,it's layered to looks like a vest,and the vest is green.The area around his eyes are black,while the path leading down to his muzzle is white.His scars are clearly visible,due to the fact that,while his muzzle is pure white,his mouth is not.It is colored a lipstick red,hilighting the horrible scarred tissue around his mouth.But,his back legs are a checker board patterned hues of green,purple,and a rusty color orange. Reasons for Fake Lunacy PS-He is actually a genius,just FYI Aggressive narcissist
1. Glibness / superficial charm
2. Grandiose sense of self-worth
3. Pathological lying
4. Cunning / manipulative
5. Lack of remorse or guilt
6. Shallow
7. Callous / lack of empathy
8. Failure to accept responsibility for own actions
9. Promiscuous sexual behavior
Socially deviant lifestyle
1. Need for stimulation / proneness to boredom
2. Parasitic lifestyle
3. Poor behavioral control
4. Lack of realistic, long-term goals
5. Impulsivity
6. Irresponsibility
7. Juvenile delinquency
8. Early behavior problems
9. Revocation of conditional release
Other
1. Criminal versatility ((Without Paint)) 
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8:10pm Apr 17 2010
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((No, the user Balloon.))
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8:11pm Apr 17 2010
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((Added your characters. =3 Added a new rule, btw))
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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8:16pm Apr 17 2010
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8:18pm Apr 17 2010
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((I dunno. Who wants to start?))
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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8:24pm Apr 17 2010
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((Not me. :p I'm not going to be able to post much. I have to do Dragon's work so she can check it all as an answer key. .____. But blah, now I have to erase it all because I didn't write it the right way. >.>))
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8:29pm Apr 17 2010
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((I don't wanna start xD))
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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8:31pm Apr 17 2010
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((Well, someone has to, that's not me. xD))
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8:36pm Apr 17 2010
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((Chance =D Chance can start.))
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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8:41pm Apr 17 2010
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((Hey! Lol, fine. I'll start.)) Jack walked through the barren streets, his high collar blocking most of his paint-ridden face. He looked behind him, noticing someone following him. "What do you want, Damon?" He growled, not bothering to turn around as the vampire was soon next to him. "No 'hellos' or 'his' anymore, Jack?" Damon mimicked, easily keeping pace. "If you knew I had humans to kill, you wouldn't bother me right now." Jack replied, smirking maliciously. "That's why, I wanna help. A friend can help a friend, right?" Damon replied "You're not my friend." Jack answered, grinning. "Fine, then let a brother help his older sibling." Damon retorted, knowing Jack wouldn't reply. "Fine." |
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8:50pm Apr 17 2010 (last edited on 8:52pm Apr 17 2010)
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Amelia walked slowly down the dark street. A red balloon floated above a little boy as he waited for the bus to come. Amelia smiled and walked down towards him. "Hi!" the boy said, "Do you like my balloon?" Amelia nodded, still smiling. "What's your name?" the boy asked. Amelia just stared at him. She couldn't say her name. She couldn't speak a word. "What's wrong. Can't you talk?" Amelia shook her head, and pulled up her hood so no one would see her. She tackled the child and bit him, draining all his life and blood. Poor boy. He would never see his momma. When she came out of thos bus doors, all that would be waiting for her would be the dead boy of her child. The little red balloon floated away.... ((I gtg soon >.>))
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
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