((Introduction))
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Tell me the story!" A little boy burst through the door into the bony arms of an old man, his grandfather.
Snickering, the old man tightly squeezes the child of five, and looks up into the eyes of his daughter. "Melissa, it's great to see you."
Melissa smiled, her ice blue eyes shining. "Be good, Jake. I'll only be gone for the weekend." She ruffled her son's black hair. Her eyes drew back to her father and she nodded solemnly, both sharing something mysterious.
"Ok Jake, let's go upstairs then. It's time to say goodbye to Mommy." His grandfather said.
"Bye Mommy!" Jake squealed, hugged his mother tightly around the waist, then pounded upstairs.
"Good-bye sweetie." Melissa's father murmured, lightly hugging her, then following Jake. He heard the door shut and lock and the car drive off. "Okay Jake. You wanted to hear the story?"
Legends tell of a young girl. Some say she was Japanese, some say she was English, but no one really knows. Her name was lost in the trans as well. One day, her fourteenth birthday, she was walking home from school, when she got lost in the woods. It was beginning to get dark, and she was beginning to get scared. But up ahead was a house, the lights were on and smoke was coming out of the chimney.
She reached up and knocked on the door with a gloved hand. The wood was dark and solid, expensive and old looking. Footsteps padded behind the stone wall, and the door cracked, golden light shining on the girls, making her blonde hair look lighter.
"Child, what brings you out here." A young looking woman stood at the door. She was beautiful, with auburn hair and golden eyes, a slim yet curvy body, all draped in a light dress and corset mixture. "Come in, come in."
The girl stepped in the house. It was quaint, a fire in the corner, nice homey furniture. But in the corner was a large bookcase and desk, covered in papers and specimens of animals and plants. Books of all shapes and sizes.
"I-I was lost, m-ma'am." She stammered, eyes locked on one book in particular. It's cover was worn and tattered, and must have been over one hundred years old. It had no ti
tle, nothing to indicate what it was.
"Aah, I see you have spotted my most prized possesion." The gypsy-esque woman smiled, ivory teeth glistening, and walked, no glided, over to the desk and picked up the book, pawing through the pages with elegant hands. "It is called The Gift. Rumor has it that it gives special powers depending on what one sees." Her eyes glowed knowingly.
"M-may I try?" The girl murmured. The gypsy nodded, handing the girl the book. She opened it to somewhere in the middle, and ink blossomed on the page. Gasping, the girl leaned in closer. Then all went black.
"Grandpa! I want to know more!" Jake whined.
"No, no Jake. The rest may give you nightmares. But there is no need to worry, it's been over four hundred years since it happened. Many things have been lost."
"Oh, ok. Can we go to the park now?" The young boy asked, his five year old attention span taking hold.
"Yes, yes we can."
~TWELVE YEARS LATER~
Jake held a black umbrella for his mother as the rain pattered against the cold earth. It was cold and dark, most funerals were.
"I'll miss you Grandpa." He murmured, throat tightening, and mother sobbing too much to speak. One last solemn nodd at the grave and they turned back to the black car.
"It's okay, Mother." Jake put the side of his head against his mothers, raven black against light blonde. "He's in a better place now."
"Jake, I-I need to tell you something when we get home." Melissa hiccuped, dabbing her eyes with a cloth, mascara running down her cheeks. She never seemed to age, always young. After twenty minutes of driving they stopped at the house, and went inside.
"Wait here." She said, and scittered off into the living room, leaving Jake in the kitchen. Sighing, he sat down and waited for about ten minuted for her to come back. In her arms was a black book, worn and tattered with no writing on it at all.
"Look into the book, and tell me what you see." Melissa murmured.
Smirking tirdley, Jake opened the book. "Mother, it looks just like the book in the story. What was it...The Gift?" His eyes drifted to the blank pages, and he gasped. "It is..." He murmured, watching teal ink spread across the page, and all went black.
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((Rules))
Well, that was interesting. Anyway, onto the rules.
Warnings are allowed, but three strikes and you're out!
NO GODMODING OR POWERPLAYING I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS
DO NOT STEAL MY IDEA. Yes, I did base it loosly off some other stuff, but most of the thinking is mine. Any other resemblance to anything not done by me is just a coincidence
As many characters as you want, but please nothing crazy like 7 characters.
I would prefer at least a paragraph per character, per post. It is not that hard to do, but I will understand it if you have writer's block
I WILL START THE RP, NO EXCEPTIONS :D
Tell me what happened when the two eggs walked into the bar
NO PICTURES. I REPEAT NO PICTURES. I want everyone's characters to be their own, not based off of pictures found in the internet.
Please don't post excessivly without everyone there. I know I have done this, but sometimes it's hard to catch up with stuff like this, so no 2 page dialogues with only 2 people please
No fighting in Ooc, and no excessive Ooc, that's what Rmail is for.
You can use or create your own skeleton, this is just a base.
DELETE PARENTHASES IN THE SKELETON. You don't know how much it annoys me when people don't do that. XD It's a pet peeve.
Cussing is allowed, as well as romance, but it is not the main point of the roleplay
I GIVE GIFTS. MY CHARACTERS ARE THE WITCHES, UNLESS I TELL YOU OTHERWISE. NO GIVING OTHER PEOPLE GIFTS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. This is not an advantage to me, I just don't want everyone to have Gifts.
Only females can be Gifters (Witches), not males
Have fun!
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((Skeleton))
Name (First AND Last)):
Age and Birthdate ((This is set in modern time)):
Gender and Sexual Orientation:
Gift (They don't have this yet, you will need to come to my Witch to get one, and these ALWAYS work, so choose and use wisely):
Good or Bad?:
Personality (Mandatory, but only a few sentences. This can change, I don't care):
Looks (NO PICTURES, VERY DETAILED PLEASE):
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((My Bio's))
Name: Russian Roulette. Roulette for short. No one knows her true name, not even her. It is written somewhere in another ancient book, one even before her time.
Age and Birthdate: Four hundred thirty-two. April 26, 1577
Gender and Sexual Orientation: Female, Bisexual
Gift: Can twist the mind into believeing anything is true. Works only with her eyes, and within a three foot range.
Good or Bad: Good
Personality: Quite mysterious. No one knows much about her, she is just a name whispered in the wind, a memory forgotten. Some hear stories of a vicious woman, a femme fatale. Mixture of beauty and death. Others hear of kindness and comp*censored*ion. Many think of her as a garden snake, pleasent to some, but when the time is right, she can deliver a deathly blow.
Looks: Dark red hair, almost brown, with natural, darker brunette streaks. Golden eyes and high cheek bones complement her pretty face, along with a slender, petite body. Long legs and a long torso make her stand at six feet. Most of this is covered by some type of clothing, whether it be a cape, and a mask is upon her face at most times. Usually the kind found for masquerades and the like.
IM NOT DONE WITH THESE cause its beddy bye time ^3^
Name: Kasper Leon DeRouge
Age and Birthdate: Two hundred fifty-nine September 14, 1759
Gender and Sexual Orientation: Male, Straight
Gift: The ability to clone anything, although it only lasts about twenty to thirty minutes. There can be only fifty clones at a time, not many when there is a war at hand.
Good or Bad?: Bad, the Kind of the Mals
Personality: Ever since he was a child, Kasper has been evil, cold hearted. His parents disowned him after he tried to murder his baby sister at age five. Known throughout the Gifted community for his ruthlessness and cunning. He knows how to win someone over.
Looks: Platinum blonde hair covers his hazel eyes and rests at the nape of his neck. A strongly built frame holds up a well-mucled body, with long legs and a short but sturdy torso. Always a decieving glint in his eye, he has a strong chin and perfect rows of gleaming teeth.
Name: Melissa Catherine Troussoue
Age and Birthdate: Four hundred forty six, August 19, 1591
Gender and Sexual Orientation: Female, Straight
Gift: None, anymore
Good or Bad?: Good
Personality: Very kind and quiet. She used to be famous for becoming the second witch in the world, but after being flocked by people asking to be Gifted, she went into hiding. Many do not know if she is still alive. Compared to her regular personality, though, if anyone ever places one hand on her son, she will lash out with all of the force in her body. For about two hundred years, she lived in Japan, learning fighting styles from top masters.
Looks: Flax blonde hair and a narrow face, eyes of light blue. She is short, about five feet, four inches, and looks to be about twenty. Many think she is just regular, which is fine by her. She doesn't want to be anything to anyone anymore, except a mother to her son, Jake.
Name: Jake Damien Troussoue
Age and Birthdate: Seventeen, January 15, 1992
Gender and Sexual Orientation: Male, Straight
Gift: He doesn't know yet.
Good or Bad?: Good? Bad? He doesn't know what any of this is about.
Personality: Very serious, quiet, like his mother. He never had any friends, mostly because he never saw the need to. The only people he really connected to were his mother, Melissa, and his grandfather, who is now dead. School never went well, he always did okay with grades, but he never paid attention to anyone, usually having lunch in his car or somewhere without many people.
Looks: Shaggy black hair and icy blue