immortals can range anywhere from angels to Vampires and werewolves.
DO NOT chatspeak AT ALL.
if you speak out of character mark it with Ooc: or double parentheses.
TRY to be literate. I know i'm not so i won't fuss too much.
DO NOT have a perfect character or control others characters.
IF the end of the world shall come, it will be an end to the RP.
Immortals WILL die at the end of the world (or will they?)
only 3 characters are allowed to not be immortals and only 6 immortals are allowed so, yup.

when a the world starts coming to an end, everyone frets. Everyone trips out.
for some reason though, the outcasts give earthquakes, death and unreasonably low food supplies absolutely no concern.
Why?
noone knows, but who will find out?
do they just want to die, or is there some secret they are keeping?

characters:

1. human-taken

2 human-

3 human-

4 immortal- taken

5 immortal-taken

6immortal-taken

7 immortal-taken

8 immortal-

9 immortal-taken by muah :)

No bios, only intros please

sure you guys :) let me enter all of it at the top :)

[Hooray! Since I'm bored and home sick I'll go ahead and post their intros. And sorry for the long length, I can't help it...]

Zolo was a shy man of twenty, maybe twenty-one years of age. He was a cute man, to be modest about his looks; he was, anyway, considering he always felt like he was too shy to even date. He had short blond hair that stuck up in different directions, as if he never cared to brush it, and shocking light-blue eyes that never seemed to lose their interesting glint. He was fair-skinned and proud of that fact; any other skin tone would make him look weird. He was a thin man, though underneath his jacket and jeans he was muscled, as if anyone could tell. His entire physical appearance he thought was dulled slightly compared to his twin, even though they were identical.

Voltaïr, unlike his brother, was a very outgoing man who wasn't afraid to flirt. He wasn't vain even though he knew he looked good; instead he spent his time trying to convince his dear brother that he was the better-looking one even though he was the younger one. Zolo wouldn't believe him, though. No matter, they were still close, closer than normal siblings. Twins tended to be, they figured. While they loved each other and it often times looked a certain way, they weren't in love; neither man was big on either incentuous feelings or feelings for other guys. However, that didn't stop Zolo from allowing Voltaïr to flirt with him sometimes to pick up girls, since it often seemed to work. The only different between them other than their personalities was that he was a vampire, unwilling to turn his brothe... yet.

Both twins had jobs, as their parents lived in a different country across the sea. Voltaïr had originally been against Zolo getting a job, since he didn't want his frail twin to work, but Zolo had made the argument that if they both worked, and each paid half the rent, then they'd have more money to spend on food and such. Not able to argue with that they got themselves different jobs, Voltaïr as a blacksmith making weapons and Zolo as a librarian and a Scribe. However, at current time, the twins were relaxing in the park on a bench, Zolo reading out loud from a book while his brother lay across his lap with his eyes closed.

"Voltaïr?"
"Hm?"
"When was the last time you called mom and dad?" Zolo asked. His thich Irish accent made him a little difficult to understand, for most people. Voltaïr merely shrugged. They both turned their heads at the sound of a wolf call.
"Wolves? During the day?" the older twin wondered. It was Zolo who shrugged this time, and he continued reading to his brother. Unless the animal actually found them, they weren't too worried about it.