Vampire: the Masquerade The Results-FINISHED

[devoshka]

Ok it looks like I'm gonna be the guinea pig here and post this contest....and I'll have it removed from the contest area...just because it's better suited here than the other...

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g313/Devoshka/banner.jpg

Welcome to Los Angeles, home of the Camarilla made up of 7 clans of Vampires
and is the largest organization of vampires.

They consist of:
Brujah
Malkavian
Nosferatu
Toreador
Tremere
Ventrue
Gangrel


Camarilla policy is that vampires should try to fit in with and hide from the rest of humanity,
as to easily feed on them. For this reason, they created a web of lies and misinformation, called the Masquerade,
to make the public believe that supernatural beings like vampires could not possibly exist.

The Camarilla also believes that the only way the vampire species can survive in these modern nights is if it unites -
any breach of the Masquerade by any vampire risks exposing the entire race.

You are a member of one of these clans, but somehow someone has found out your true nature and is hunting a group of you.
They are sending you on a wild goose chase, with the hopes of trapping you.

One among you is NOT truly a vampire but is masquerading as one, your task is to discover who that is, and unmask them.







Game play: You are given a choice of 3 paths to follow with one leading to a trap. When you arrive there there will be clues as to how to escape. EVERYONE is to solve the clues. Only
after this is it revealed whether the path you chose was safe or not, and if not, whether you escaped with your life.

During the contest you will RP your character with the others in the hope of finding solace and ultimately the hunter.
Throughout the entire game the hunter will have the opportunity to offer 2 deals, one of them would be to offer a chance of
survival on the condition that the vampire would submit to the hunter's will and turn on the others, thus becoming an assistant hunter; while
the other deal is having another take your place in being the target. During the game there will be several rounds where
the vampires will convene council to decide who they think the hunter(s) is(are). At the end whoever is left standing wins ;)


What kills a vampire: Sunlight, fire, a stake through the heart or draining them completely of all blood and dismembering
them. Everything else is myth.



Rules:
1. Abide by the forum's rules
2. Have fun and don't make catty comments (unless that's your character ;)
3. be a graceful loser, if you happen to, don't say it's unfair or anything, just accept it with poise ;)
4. No powerplaying/godmodding, try to respect each other's character.
5. No spam! Try to keep it strictly contest related....these types of contests are still in question here, and we want
to show that they are possible to be done.
6. ONLY 3 SPOTS OPEN PER CLAN, as we don't want just a few of the clans represented. We want the whole spectrum.
7. Only teenager/adult/elder sims
8. Only your sim! No sim tweaking/stealing
9. Photoshop is allowed within reason. No simmerizing! Pics must be at least 80% in game.
10. For those of you who know V:tM, there will be NO disciplines...sorry would just make it too difficult to play out in
this kind of setting.


Application:
1. what clan you belong to
name
age (based on these: -Neonate(s): just Embraced vamps. They keep this name until they're about 100-200 years old
-Ancilla(e): Vampires between cca 200 and 350, 400 years.
-Elder(s): Vampires over 400 years
-Methuselah(s): these are very rare. Vampires over a thousand years old)

short bio
2. headshot
3. free shot

NOTICE-If there are more than 21 applicants there will be a round of elimination based on clans, as more than that is just too much for this
type of contest.


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1. Vahn Straus (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=911393&postcount=349)-Garnet
2. Emma Wielding (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=899483&postcount=229)-LadyAshe R.I.P.
3.

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1. Veronica de la Rosa (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=889507&postcount=27) -Oniella R.I.P.
2. Icarus Centowski (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=890084&postcount=44)-Haylifer R.I.P.
3. Damia Lorccan (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=893924&postcount=121)-pixelated R.I.P.

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1. Esther Rosenburg (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=897464&postcount=202)-Skylark
2.
3.

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1. Vevila van Roemer (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=889193&postcount=12)-trampledsneakers R.I.P.
2. Colette Fiuliere (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=889259&postcount=15)-pompom R.I.P.
3. Stella Baudouin (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=887803&postcount=4)-Gerbera
4. Illustra Methrodesia (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=912464&postcount=372)-lustyforlife

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1. Mina Coles (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=890469&postcount=53)-Veldagia
2. Adrien de la Coeur (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=890991&postcount=61)-Atropa
3. Celeste La Morte (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=894839&postcount=134)-PennyTheCorgi R.I.P.

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1. Ada Charlotte Vernon (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=893793&postcount=120)-Doddibot R.I.P.
2.
3.

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1. Liikc (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=888895&postcount=8)-Swiftsign Left for the great outdoors and to take over
2.
3.


ROUNDS

Round One (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=895402&postcount=147)







The clans are as follows:

Brujah

The Brujah can trace their roots back to ancient Babylon, and the clay tablets of the first scholars. They were the lovers
and guardians of knowledge, and the founder of their line was the inventor of written language. However, in their quest for
freedom, they slew their founder and were banished from the first city. Today, the Brujah are scorned as riffraff who have
lost their heritage and are without pride. For over a millennium they have been rebels among the Kindred, forever questioning
and testing the Traditions. are the brutish, overly physical clan. They believe that might makes right, and have little patience
for those that choose not to act. They are seen as anarchistic rabble by the Camarilla. The rest of the vampire community rarely
cooperates with them, since they always seem to counter existing authorities. This clan chiefly depends on their body and physical strengths,
using blood to enhance their movement and combat abilities.

The clan is very poorly organised; its members meet only irregularly, and share little in common besides their love of
rebellion. They are among the supports of the anarchs, and aiding them is one of the only matters upon which they ever agree.
They are often underestimated, as much by themselves as anyone.


Gangrel

Clan Gangrel is said to be the only clan whose founder is still involved in and concerned with the welfare of her progeny.
Her concern for them is matched only by her concern for mortal descendants - the Gypsies. Though many Antediluvians use their
progeny as pawns in the Jyhad, the Gangrel pride themselves on their freedom from such manipulation. There is a close bond
between the clan and the Gypsies. In recent years, as Gehenna approaches, their interaction has been considerable.

Born in the wild, this is a rather interesting sample of vampire species. More feral than other clans, they exist on the
fringe of civilization. Since they have such a deep connection with nature, they are able to communicate with some types of animals.
As they enhance their special animal-like abilities they become less and less... err... friendly.


Malkavian

The history of the Malkavian clan is completely shrouded in the past. The Malkavians themselves have many tales about their origin,
but do not believe most of them. A favored legend among the kindred is that the founder of the house was cursed by Caine,
and his descendants have lived with the madness since. The Malkavians have always existed on the periphery of the vampire
culture, watching, but never truly involving themselves in it. Long ago, before the curse and the madness, the founder was
said to be the greatest among third generation. Now it is his madness that keep the weakest of those involved in the Jyhad
"alive".

Extremely unpredictable and dangerous vampires. Blood drives them completely mad, but also grants them extraordinary powers
that make them stand out among other vampires. Their chief abilities include seeing things most vampires cannot, manipulating
the will of others, etc.


Nosferatu

It is the unfortunate plight of the members of this clan to display the beast within their hearts upon their countenances.
Though their founder was known for his rabid predilections and monstrous impulses, the Nosferatu of today are known for being
cool-headed. Though they tend to choose only the most depraved individuals as progeny, some how the members of this clan seem to
retain their sanity better than most vampires. Their hideous appearance makes them quite unpopular and completely unable to exist
in civilization. They look more like monsters than men (for an idea of their appearance, check out the classic film of the same name),
they are endowed with a unique ability to conceal themselves from sight (called Obfuscation), which makes them formidable spies and ambushers.

The founder is said to have been a man of regal visage who incurred the wrath of Caine for his barbaric activities and was thereby
cursed with the face of a hag. The savagery of his soul is reflected upon his face and that of all his progeny.


Of course, many clans have legends in which an all-powerful Caine curses their founder just as God cursed Caine. It is not likely that all
of these stories are true, but some, such as this, might be. Presently, the Nosferatu clan is estranged from their founder, and do not serve
him - at least to their knowledge.


Toreador

Throughout history, the Toreador have been involved in the arts. This tradition is said to have begun with the first progeny of the founder,
a pair of beautiful and artistically gifted twins. Their sire was a leader of the cabal of third generation vampires who slew their own sires.
Though ruthless, he was very doting upon his progeny, proffering them far more independence than any other fourth generation vampires were given.
They used their freedom to nurture the full panorama of the arts, and their sire protected them throughout war and famine. To this day, the Toreador
claim that they are watched over by Arikel, their founder. Though the Toreador are not as formally organised as some other clans, they are furiously
loyal to one another and to the art they claim to serve.

Debutantes to the end, these vampires are inspired by things of great beauty. A Toreador’s senses are vastly enhanced to see beauty in the most
unlikely of places, and they can use this skill (Auspex) to find their way out of seemingly impossible situations. They also have the ability to
enchant and charm others (Presence). But, being so sensitive, they are drawn to any beautiful thing and can become completely captivated by it -
even at the most inopportune moments.


Tremere

The Tremere are unique and no other clan has a history as rich, yet short, as theirs. Long ago, there were others of their line who were not warlocks,
nor did the clan have mastery over the discipline of Thaumaturgy. Less than 1,000 years ago, a metamorphosis occurred. Deep in the Romanian mountains,
in the district known as Transylvania, a group of magi from the ancient order were Embraced by a foolish clan leader. Combining their new powers with
their ancient lore, the magi were quickly able to assume control of the clan. They Embraced many others from their arcane order, and drank the blood
of all the elders of their clan. It is even hinted that the most powerful among them managed to hunt down and slay the founder of the line. The Tremere
have adopted the most rigid hierarchical system among the clans, and this has allowed them to achieve great power within Kindred society. The other clans
distrust the Tremere, both out of fear and a sense that something is not quite right with them. The political center of the Tremere is in Vienna.

A malevolent bunch which seem more like sorcerers than anything else. Their powerful ancestry has bestowed great magical powers to the Tremere, passed
down from untold generations. Their unique blood type grants them heightened senses, and the ability to force their will on their victims.


Ventrue

The Ventrue suspect that their founder has been slain by one of the Brujah clan. Though this is a blow to their pride, it has given them some distance
and protection from the chaos and strife of the Jyhad. Without the intrigue and demands of a god-like founder, the Ventrue have acheived a remarkable
independence from the Antediluvians. They do not know how much truth is contained in this legend, but it is nonetheless one of the basic tenets of their
clan, no matter how much other Kindred scoff at it. If there is an elite class of vampire, the Ventrue would be the closest thing to it. The Ventrue
are the political powerhouses of the Camarilla, and as such, most cities are governed by Ventrue princes. They are a balanced clan that relies equally
on physical strength and the power of the mind.

Much of the respect accorded to the Ventrue is due to the independence they are perceived to have from the Antediluvians. It is out of pride for this
respect they are given that they conceal their persecution of the Brujah clan. More princes and Justicars come from the Ventrue clan than from any
other; they are clearly leaders of the Camarilla. The Ventrue have regular clan meetings in various parts of the world, including a Grand Council
in London every seven years.






Just an idea of what a vamp COULD look like from a certain clan...but really it's your interpretation!

Toreador - generally more than average pretty. Think sexy, seductive, enticing. They are usually up to date with the respective age's fashion trends
(and indeed, among the only clan who bothers with such things). They're basically the fashionistas of the vampire world.

Tremere - no real clear stereotype...they're usually scholars, dressed in austere clothes. they don't much care for flashy things. I would imagine
a Tremere woman as wearing a pencil dress with a tweed jacket, hair in a bun and with glasses. For example.

Brujah - think punk, or bike riders. Tatty, worn clothes, leather, jeans, anything that screams "I'm a rebel and don't give a ...."
Usually with an attitude to match ;)

Ventrue - well they're the upper class, and they were in their mortal days too. In the past, new progeny were chosen from the ranks of nobles,
royalty and so on. Nowadays, from CEOs of companies and the like. They like the finest and most elegant clothes, though not necessarily fashionable.
Many of them like to keep the style of their own mortal days in the way they dress. Males would wear impeccable suits, hair short and perfectly styled,
women in either business suits, or elegant gowns for social meetings, fine jewelry, all in good taste. They're snotty as hell, and like to think it is their
duty to lead the vampire society

Gangrel - well they're the wildest of all clans. Most of them don't have a residence at all, they like to roam forests and pastures and sleep in the earth.
They'd almost always be dirty, with matted hair, ripped clothes, feral. They're also the clan closest to the Beast (the predator in each vampire) - they
have an uncommonly close relationship with animals, and many of them have a certain animal-look about them too, whether claws, or cat-like eyes,
or very sharp teeth and so on.

Nosferatu - it'll be tricky to recreate them. The Embrace leaves them deformed and unrecognizable - scabby skin, puss-filled sores, bald heads,
bat like ears, discolorations of the skin, lopsided fang-filled maws and the like. In one word, very ugly. They live in sewers, crypts etc so
they usually smell as good as they look ;)

Malkavian - it's incredibly difficult to stereotype them. All of the members of this clan have a mental disorder, but that's not so easy to spot.
For example, a raving lunatic in bunny slippers could be a Malkavian - but so would an apparently respectable doctor a la Hannibal Lecter...
so it's really up to you.





INSPIRED and FREELY adapted from the game Vampire The Masquerade-Bloodlines

Vampire the Masquerade is a registered trademark

Ok here are some links for you who aren't familiar with the game....

http://www.white-wolf.com/Games/Pages/VampireRevised/pages/camarilla.html


You DON'T need to know this game in order to RP, it serves as a basis and idea for this RP that is all :)

*information compiled from several different sources*

Thanks to Ghanima Atreides for helping with the descriptions, Swiftsign and LorinMarie, for being a sounding board and to proofread :p And a very special thank you is in order to DizzySim for making the beautiful clan banners!

[SwiftSign_SC]

Dev you are so brave for posting the first!!

Just for that i might have to enter :P it looks amazing!

[Tramen]

Dude, I used to play this before I went to Uni XD

I'm going to try and find my old character from when I played in RL, but if not I'll just create a new one, which will more than likely be a Brujah.

[Gerbera]

Clan: Toreador
Name: Stella Baudouin
Age: Ancilla, 267 years old
Bio: Stella was born in Rome, in the year 1740. Her father was a well-know politician who had French and Italian ancestors. He had met her mother, a former slave of African descent, when he had travelled around the Carribean Islands and took her home with him to Europe.
Stella, an only child, had had a great childhood with many liberties. Her parents had supported her in every way, she was able to study everything she wanted. Already as a little child she had shown a great talent for the visual arts and by her 18th birthday she had become famous in Rome and the surrounding areas.
In the night of her 20th birthday she was bitten by a Vampire of the Toreador Clan. After she had become a Vampire as well, she didn't stay in Italy anymore for her parents wouldn't have understood it.
First she lived in France for a while but then she moved to the New World.
Since the early 1960s she is living in California, first in San Fransisco, now in Los Angeles.
Stella has only few close friends as she choses them wisely, but she is quite popular for her charming attitude and general kindness. Despite her age, sometimes she is still like a child. Other days she can be a bit moody but usually she is quite cheerful. Stella still has a great interest in paintings and sculptures and already has a big collection in her house in the hills.
Pictures:
http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h292/Indijanajones/Sims/Vampire/snapshot_53634613_53635262.jpg

http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h292/Indijanajones/Sims/Vampire/snapshot_53634613_536355f6.jpg

[devoshka]

((Looking forward to all of your vampires :) I'm working hard to make this a fun RP (at least I hope it'll be!) Also I will be updating with a map and whatnot throughout the evening, so hopefully things will look a bit nicer. :) ))

[Gerbera]

((You'll have to wait a bit for my pictures .. The game crashed while the lot was laoding and now it is gone :( I'll have to make a new Sim. Does it have to have a geyish skintone or can we also make dark-skinned Vampires (I was thinking about making a Creole)? Do they have to have visible vampir teeth and strange looking eyes?))

[devoshka]

((noo it can be anything...I have some pics that I'm working on of my interpretation of each clan, but it's up to you, I'll put up a link to some websites that you can look at to get ideas too. Vamps aren't just gray, and strange looking eyes nooo...just if you pick a gangrel I would think ;) and fangs don't have to be visible, it's more about the character you create not necessarily the one you show in pics. I'm just asking for pictures just to help people to have an idea of what your character looks like))

[SwiftSign_SC]

Clan: Gangrel
Name: Liikc
Age: 127 Neonate
Bio: Compared to some I am new to this vampire business. This is my first vampire gathering as it were, and my 100th anniversary since my embrace... I still remember, at the time I was terrified; my skin turned black as night, my eyes felt as though they were on fire in bedded in my head. But after a while the pain subsided, and I learnt to accept who I had become...

The woods were to be my home, I was to stay there. Unless the inner me was to take over, the one that controlled the feasting... sometimes it was uncontrollable. I kill to survive, however this side of me seems to do it for fun. I try to isolate myself; deep in caves, or in the depths of the forest. But somehow death chases.

I never met another one like me... and until recently I didnt really want to. But I guess this time curiosity caught me. I just want to see the only family I have left. And at the back of my head... I keep hoping that I might see her...

http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d178/prossy/snapshot_9361a69e_b361a92f.jpg

http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d178/prossy/snapshot_9361a69e_73621658.jpg
One with nature

~Sadly it was going to be an evil pic, however her bad side managed to crash the game ;) lol

[Tosh]

Clan Nosferatu
Name Nath Brodye
Age 402 years (Elder)

Short bio

Nath was born in the winter of 1605 to Dutch parents who immigrated over to America earlier that year.
It wasn't until he turned twenty three, walking the streets of New York at night, that he was plunged into a
rotten sewer and had his blood devoured by a ghastly creature. Nath became a nosferatu vampire and has
remained in and around the sewers of New York city for several hundred years before commuting over to Los Angeles.

http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m228/t-o-s-h/nath.jpg

http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m228/t-o-s-h/nath3.jpg

[devoshka]

Oh Tosh he's amazing! *a side note* Just thought i should let you know though, Los Angeles as a town didn't exist until the 1760s and that was settled by Spanish Missionaries....before there were some native settlements on the Catalina Islands. He can always have gone there after the change ;) I'm not a huge stickler on historical accurateness, but it's just funny that the town hadn't even existed then.. :P

Swift! She's beautiful! Who would have thought that she lives out in the wild O.o she shouldn't hide that beauty in the forest :(

Gerbera I love her background! It's so fascinating can't wait to see how it develops :)

I'm so excited about this and look forward to other applicants *hint hint* :P

[Tosh]

Swiftsign she is awesome!

Ah-ha! I wasn't sure whether Los Angeles existed or not, thanks for clearing that up ;)

I know I'm excited about this too, I can't wait to see more vampires apply! Come on vamps or I'll unleesh wrath of Nath upon you... ^^ *chuckle*

[trampledsneakers]

Clan: Toreador
Name: Vevila van Roemer
Age: Neonate - 89 years

Bio:
Vevila was born in a small German village in 1918 to a Dutch father and German mother. Her father was an ungoverned and audacious actor who taught her from infancy that the greatest pleasures in life would be obtained through the pursuit of the arts. Her mother was a meek and servile woman in contrast; she owned a small and unassuming bakery but had a magnificent gift for the harp. The dual interest in the arts compelled Vevila to hone her own aptitude for singing, which she pursued tenaciously. Her overwhelming beauty and grace while performing captivated a member of the Toreador clan, who turned her early in 1943. Once embraced by the Toreadors, they sheltered her from the war that enveloped the world.
Once the war ended and Germany surfaced as a ruined nation with nothing but rubble left lining its once glorious streets, Vevila emigrated to France for a short time before settling in London until 2003. Thriving off of her ability to attract others through her haunting songs and alluring nature, Vevila began to fully understand her new life as a vampire. On a whim, she decided to venture to Los Angeles, where she remains to this day.

Photographs
http://i9.tinypic.com/4mh935w.png

http://i12.tinypic.com/54k1954.png
Too beautiful to kill?

[Tosh]

Welcome tramples! :) Bio sounds great, can't wait to see your vimmie (vampire+simmie :lol)

[SwiftSign_SC]

Thanks Tosh, Thanks Dev :D

Nath is scary! wouldnt want to bump into him in a dark alley ;)

Vevila sounds interesting Trampled :) cant wait to see pics

[pompom]

Clan: Toreador
Name: Colette Fiuliére
Age: Neonet, 124 years old
Bio:
Colette was born in the French countryside the year 1883.
But at a young age she realised that she wanted more of an artistic life and not the farm life her parents lived.
So at the young age of 15 she ran away to Paris where her uncle lived.

When she was 19 she had decided to be come an painter.
She struggled for about a year and then she met Antón a quite popular painter and a vampire.
He lured her to come with him, he promised to make her famous. He bit her and made her in to the Vampire she is today.
She joined the Toreador clan around the 1920's.

She lived in Paris untill 1991 when she moved to Los Angeles.

http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d87/pompom91/vampu.jpg

[trampledsneakers]

Haha, the Toreadors sure went fast, hm? xD
Tosh! I'm so excited! I hope my Vimmie (so cute! ;3 ) will be up to par. I love Nath! <3
Swift, I'm off to take some pictures right now! :D

[Tosh]

Ooh hey pom! Colette is cute... but what lies underneath that pristine exterior? :evil: ^^

Thank you trampled and swift :D

[devoshka]

K i've updated the list, and the other 2 banners are being worked on as I write ;)

Gerbera I wasn't sure which clan you were in so I didn't put you in any yet... could you please bold it? :D thanks

pompom and trampled, I'm so glad to see you both join! I like both of your vamps :D

ETA NM Gerbera I reread your bio so I figure you're Toreador right? You don't have to be just because you were bitten by one ;)

[Gerbera]

((I had written earlier that Stella was a Toreador but accidentially deleted it with my last edit - I have rewritten it now :P
I'll post my pics tomorrow, I didn't have time today.
I hope to see more entries soon, this is going to be fun!))

[pompom]

Yay thanks Toshie...but I'm quite unhappy with her picture but the best picture I took was in CAS and it would seem...not good to post it xD But maybe I should because you can se her better...eh I'll think about it -.-'

http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d87/pompom91/Scr14.jpg

Eh I did it...don't hate me because I dont take great pictures xD

[GreenStraws]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Lhidias2.jpg
Biography

Aha, yes. Of course, you would be the sort to look at me, a terrified look on your face. Maybe someone told you wrong. Maybe you have a twisted view upon the world, and our world... yet, are you even aware of its existance? I thought not.
Long ago, before you probably can even fathom to think my existance began, I lived a normal life, somewhat like your own. Trying to understand the world around me, trying to find away to make it better, nicer. You wonder why Im here, why I stand before you, eh? Why Im not dead? Lost forever as everyone else was?
The simplest answer, the simplest you can understand anyway... A cool night, walking home from the library, where I had been studying something or other... To this day i cannot recall the exact subject.. Someone pulled me aside. Now of course, startled, I fought against them. "Perfect." was all I heard, before slipping into black.
You question my honesty? Ill ask you to question your thoughts on life, how nice it is to be a normal person, in your criminally normal world. Would you like that?
"Think for yourself or die. Either way, Im satisfied."

Pictar

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Wee-1.jpg


ooc;; Mahhhhh. I tried? :P

[trampledsneakers]

I was going to put Vevvie's first shot up, but realized it was HUGE.
I'll resize later when I get back from my practice; do the picture forums size limitations apply here as well? (600x450?)

She's gorgeous PomPom!

[Haylifer]

I might have to enter this.. *twitch*

If I do, it'll be my lovely dear Icarus as featured in my avvie at the moment.

I'll get his app stuff up tomorrow, right now I'm going to sleep. :D

[devoshka]

@trampled yes they do apply here...what you can do is crop it and put a link back to the full one :D

Oooh Haylifer would love for Icarus to join from the looks up it he's VERY attractive ;)

[GreenStraws]

Well.. Im mostly finished. Happy Dev?

:lol:

[sapphireXclaws]

Colette is gooooorgeous!!!

Everyone looks so good! Though Nath is scaring me...

[oniella]

Clan - Malkavian
age - Neonate: 87
Name: Veronica de la Rosa
short bio:
Guadalupe, Mexico 1920. 23 year old, Veronica de la Rosa is quietly walking home from a long day's work. She doesn't notice the crackling sounds coming from a nearby ally. With only one thought on her mind, her 5 month old son waiting for his dinner, she doesn't notice the unfamiliar shadow following her. As Veronica was about to open the small gate to her home, she was struck by a creature and was bitten upon the neck. Left unconcious, Veronica awoke hours later in her bed with the town doctor hovering above her.

Only days later had she noticed the changes. So she left, into the night, no longer with her child and husband, but instead with the clothes on her back and the hunger for blood in her stomache.
Days turned in to years and she knew her husband was no longer, her child now a senior, so she left Mexico and traveled to California, where she found herself in Los Angeles, city of Angels.
And that is where she resides today.


http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s248/Plaid_Onie/ggg.png

http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s248/Plaid_Onie/ggggcopy.jpg
Sexy, with an attitude. Veronica isn't afraid to show skin, or tell 'em who's boss....
Her personality changes drastically within minutes... and she just can't help it.
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new to this, so shoot me if i'm ruining it or just plain out bad

[GreenStraws]

Okay. Im actually honestly for real-ly finished.

Awesome huh?

Anyway.. The finished entry can be found here (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=889435&postcount=21).

Just a scary side note - The original height of the picture when I cropped it was 666. Is this a sign? :rofl:

Edit : Oniellaaaaa. I cannot wait to see what she looks like. ^-^

[oniella]

Thanks Greenie!

Done, finally!

changed the dates....

so now she's actually correct :P

[trampledsneakers]

Posted my pictures of Vevila! :D

Awww.... I kind of like Nath. :giggler: Isat weird? >_>

Greenstraws - Ooh. He's hunky. :3
Oniella- Wow! She's beautiful!

[oniella]

Thanks trampled!

Vevila is gorgoues too!

[GreenStraws]

Greenstraws - Ooh. He's hunky. :3
:lol: Heh, not bad for nearly 2,000, eh? :rofl: I cannot believe I just said that.
But.. yeah. Your girl is goregous herself.. :D

And ONIE! Shes amazingly puuurtyy! In a terrifying sort of way... xD

[oniella]

T'ank you Greenie!

[veldagia]

((Wow can't believe I've missed this so far, I love the idea of vampy roleplaying. It's been a while since I RP'd but I'm geting together an appliction right now...

The vamps are all gorgous - well Nath is more cute/scary :D

Can I reserve a space in the Tremere clan?))

[devoshka]

Yay more entries! :D I'm so happy. I'm sorry Veldagia but I can't reserve you a spot the whole idea is to fill all the places and I don't think it's allowed :(

I HOPE we get some more male vamps out there *hint hint* ;)

Greenie, Lhidias is looking gooooood and I love the name ;)
Onie Veronica is very exotic looking, I also wouldn't want to cross her path in a dark alley O.o

[GreenStraws]

Greenie, Lhidias is looking gooooood and I love the name
Hahaha YAY, for hitting the keyboard!

[Tosh]

I love him Greenie! :D

*EDIT* Oniella she is gorgeous!

[devoshka]

Tramen I'm sorry but there's no reserving. Although, it is allowed to claim a spot provided all info is filled out (primarily bio) and that pics will be posted later :)

[GreenStraws]

Awh thanks Tosh-- Sorry.. Bufalovravlovingloben.[[:lol:]] Ive missed you.. Stalking isnt the same.. ;)
And, Nath is like.. Insanely awesome. :D:D:D

[Tosh]

:lol: Thanks Greenie, stalked any members recently? Hehe. [[End of spam]]

[Haylifer]

I've got a male vampy!

He's coming soon.

I have a problem though. I wrote up the bio, and got carried away slightly. It's not exactly short. It's 5 paragraphs :D If I post that AND the photos then its just going to be a massive beast of a post and take over the world as we know it. I'm trying to condense it down a bit as we speak. x__x Maybe I'll just rewrite it. It serves me right for trying to write a bio in 1st person for a schizophrenic vampire.

[devoshka]

LOL it's ok, I love backgrounds and it does help to establish characters and for others to understand what he's like and how to interact...but yeah maybe pruning just a teeeny bit would help :P

[GreenStraws]

Now I wanna see it. -whines-

If it was my place to do so, id make you post it anyway, just so I could read it. :lol:

[Haylifer]

Hooray for using ancestral Polish surnames.. :D My Bio still isn't exactly short :( I took out loads though!

Clan: Malkavian
Name: Icarus Centowski
Age: Ancilla (217 years)

Bio: I was born in Ireland towards the end of the 18th century, to two Polish immigrants, renowned of the cult. For my 16th year of moral living, they bestowed upon me the gift. In disgust, I hid myself from the world for the first century of bearing my affliction. My photosensetivity denied me the daytime world I had grown to love. I hated my parents for making me what I am, despised them. I hid myself through two wars, feeding solely on the unfortunate trespassing rodents, listening to the explosions and screams happening above me.

Soon after the end of the Second World War, I heard a rumour of a city in the United States. It was said to sleep through the day, and come alive at night. This nocturnal behaviour made me curious, due to the similarity in my own behaviour pattern. I decided to cross the Atlantic and see this City of the Night for myself.

My seclusion from the world in the past has taken its toll, however. For now I have another condition to cohabitate with. Ever since my childhood, there have been others there to keep me company. I can not see them, instead I hear them making conversation with me. Recently, these voices have changed in their friendly nature. They are violent, insisting, judgemental and somewhat disturbing. I only can hope that someday they will take leave of my mind, and I will perhaps be able to live a life somewhat closer to normality.

There are also several... personality disorders I have been associated with. Whilst I have a tested IQ of over 195, my mood has been known to change most rapidly, from a manic psychosis to depression. I have also been known to speak out of turn, be far too bold, or say things offensive to others. I deny this. My psychiatrist insisted that I suffered from a form of schizophrenia and also bipolar disorder. Of course, he's not around anymore to tell me this. I took it upon myself personally to ensure that was the case..

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a332/liquidization/snapshot_d3522cd7_73638194.jpg

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a332/liquidization/snapshot_d3522cd7_f36384c0.jpg


(Photo coming soon-ish, I wanna go in-game and take one rather than just a bodyshop one. Or then again, just look at my avvie! I wanna give him clothes though. Well I don't want to, hahah, but I may have to :rolleyes: )

EDIT: I made him Irish (tee hee) and added more about his personality. Watch out, I'm taking over the forums with my beast-post!

EDIT 2: Added pics. Decided to leave him topless. He's better that way :p

[oniella]

Thanks Toshie and devoshka :P

[GreenStraws]

Or then again, just look at my avvie! I wanna give him clothes though. Well I don't want to, hahah, but I may have to Hahaha. nooo! Dont do it! ;)

i love him though.. Going and killing his psychiatrist.. :D

[oniella]

Eeee Haylifer, that sounds awesome!
Veronica is the same! lol

[pompom]

Colette is gooooorgeous!!!

Everyone looks so good! Though Nath is scaring me...



Aaaaahw thanks ^^

and Nath scares me to :O

[oniella]

pompom! :D

Heyas
Colette is gorgeous ^^

[veldagia]

Not to worry, I should have my application finished by tonight. I'm working on it right now. Its a female vamp though as she's been in my head a while and I've almost finished creating her in bodyshop.

Haylifer - from your avator he really, really doesn't need clothes.

[trampledsneakers]

Greenstraws- Not bad for any age. ;)

Haylifer- Icarus sounds really interesting! Love his bio, even if you cut stuff out. :]

[Gerbera]

((I finally uploaded pictures of Stella :D
She did not exactly turn out how I wanted her to look but I thinks it's okay nevertheless ^^
Greenie, I love Lhidias! Stella will be interested in him, I am sure *lol*))

[veldagia]

Clan: Tremere
Name: Mina Coles
Age: 103 embraced years
Bio: I was born in 1883 into a typical English Middle Class family; my father treated me well despite the questions around my conception. Whilst my brothers were educated at Cambridge I studied at home. At the turn of the century I was initiated into a stem of the GD. It was here I first met with the Secret Chiefs and once my initial instruction was complete I was “reborn”.

I spent many years in Vienna watching and waiting, as the wars took their toll and new leaders arose. The time passed easily whilst I discovered for myself the wisdom held in our laboratory, rituals and ancient texts. As I mastered the arts of the elementals, the pathway of the tarot and the evocations of the spirits I realised that there was something missing.

Slowly I began to work up the hierarchy, finally establishing myself among likeminded others who had been embraced but all the time I keep a careful eye upon those who hold power amongst us. I now live in London within the ancient cobwebs of my favourite museum but my search has brought me to L.A.

http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u61/veldagia/vampire/MinaColes2jpg.jpg

http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u61/veldagia/vampire/MinaColes3jpg.jpg

[PerplexinglyMe]

Hey, where can I find blood drippings makeup? I'd like to use some for my entry simmy. :D

EDIT: Never thee mind, I found some. Be back with my vamp soon!

[oniella]

I have a random vampire related question.....

Can vampires become pregnant? :lol:

Seriously, random but i've always wanted to know (I know people have different ideas and such)

[devoshka]

Umm no as far as I know of vampires it's impossible.....they lose the ability after the embrace.

It's looking good, I'm excited about this contest...wish I could join you all ;)

[Haylifer]

Thanks people :D Everyone's app looks great so far! I'm excited too Dev =D

I updated my app! (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=890084&postcount=44) With pictures and everything. I decided to leave him half-unclothed *evil laugh* But he'll catch his death out there in the rain! See, the sacrifices my poor sims make in the name of this contest! :D

[GreenStraws]

Greenie, I love Lhidias! Stella will be interested in him, I am sure *lol*Whahaha! -happy dance- Yayayayay. Rofl. :rofl:
Stella's goregous anyway. So, I dont think Lhidias will mind. :D

Can vampires become pregnant? :lol: I was actually wondering that the other day.. :D:D
But, apparently not. :P

I decided to leave him half-unclothed *evil laugh* But he'll catch his death out there in the rain! See, the sacrifices my poor sims make in the name of this contest! Bah. He's just gonna have to get used to it. His own stupid fault for being so goregous. :lol:

[oniella]

Thanks devoshka!

:lol: Ooooh Haylife, hottness.

[Tosh]

Cool, more vimmies! I can't wait to see some more of Nath's clan... or men, for that matter :lol:

Ah I hope this doesn't result in a similar crisis situation like the Apocalipse RP, where men are severely small in number XD

[AtropaMandragora]

Clan: Tremere
Name: Adrien de la Cour
Age: 25 human years, 217 vampire years, making him an Ancilla.
Bio: Born a French nobleman in 1765, during the Enlightenment, Adrien was destined to have a talent for learning. At an early age he discovered the power of knowledge, and was taught a number of languages, sciences and arts. A romantic at heart, he found himself spending hours and hours playing and composing music. The harpsichord was his instrument of choice, and it was there he felt the most comfortable, and at peace.
However, late 18th century France was a turbulent time and place, and during the French revolution, Adrien's family were amongst the unfortunates that the people turned against. Both his parents and older siblings were arrested and executed.
Adrien himself, however, had caught someone's eye. And not just one person's. It was two people, who for different reasons desired him. Both of them vampires. One Toreador female, who had fallen in love with him while watching him perform one of his sonatas at a party. The other a man of the Tremere clan. Adrien's vast knowledge and hunger for learning tickled his interest.
But while the woman waited for just the right time to approach Adrien, the man wasted no time.
In a dirty back ally, attempting to escape from the angry mob, Adrien was embraced and quickly taken to a crypt at the cemetary. There he learned about his new nature, the Camarilla and the Masquerade, and he was delighted. He thouroughly enjoyed being a vampire. It opened up so many doors, so many new dimensions to life.
He's travelled the world, to study cultures and technology, and recently ended up in Los Angeles.


http://www.vintagestars.com/river/Test2/AdrienDeLaCour1a.jpg
Headshot


http://www.vintagestars.com/river/Test2/AdrienDeLaCour1b.jpg
A little bit more sinister


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Edit - Okay, I finished the bio. Pics coming later today.

Edit 2 - Added pictures.

[oniella]

Cool, more vimmies! I can't wait to see some more of Nath's clan... or men, for that matter :lol:

Ah I hope this doesn't result in a similar crisis situation like the Apocalipse RP, where men are severely small in number XD

Yes more men for Veronica! XD

[devoshka]

Woo a nobleman!!! Atropa love the bio can't wait to see him ;) I'm hoping that we'll get the other spots filled up within the next couple of days in order to kick this thing off! :D

[Teajunkypanda]

This sounds so interesting, I'll definitely be watching :]

[Tosh]

look away! I updated my post with a scary free shot... :lol: Gave me the chills just making it. Anyway, here (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=889007&postcount=9) it is.

[Teajunkypanda]

damn that shot is great Tosh! love your Nosferatu sim! :D

I wanted to enter a Nosferatu as well, but I wont be any good in the whole RP thing x3

[Haylifer]

Wow, Nath is great, Tosh! If not a little scary. Well, very scary. That blood.. I'll have nightmares about it tonight. Imagine meeting him in a dark alley at night.. :blink:

[devoshka]

Tea if it's your first time RPing and would like to try this would be a great place to start, as there won't be as many, and it has some controlled environs....If you wanna give it a try, please do, not everyone is a pro;) So if you still feel like please join, and if not, then I'm glad to have you watching, and I hope it's an interesting and fun read! :D

[Teajunkypanda]

I'm sure it will be interesting to read, I love stuff like that heh
It's just that I'm more afraid of the whole writing part becoming a headache to me then fun, I'm more of a visual person.

I'd love to try though, just be ready for a stinky bio. and I'll be fine if get killed right away x]

[devoshka]

I'm glad to hear you giving it a try, we all started somewhere and we all aren't writers! I know I'm not LOL

[Teajunkypanda]

Lol I know, I'm just better without deadlines x]

[AtropaMandragora]

devoshka - Thanks. :)

I've just added pics. Won't post a link, since they're on this very page.

[Haylifer]

*swoons over Adrien* He's pretty, Atropa :D

I wish I lived in LA now. With all these hot vampire guys.

[Tosh]

Well all hot vimmies, except Nath :lol: And thank Haylifer, I aimed to get that whole, "Don't cross him in a dark alleway" message across with the blood and such... yah. :D

Oh Tea please make a nosferatu vimmie! Join forces with Nath and we will forever be unstoppable! :evil: Muhaha >:D

*EDIT* Atropa! Woah he is sexy! How did you get that pose in the last picture? :blink:

[AtropaMandragora]

Thanks guys. :) I really like your characters as well. Icarus' pics had me thinking Malkavian without even looking at the bio, and Nath... Well, same goes for him. *lol* He kinda cute, in a Nosferatu sort of way. ;)

Oh, and the pose... I'm not sure really. I was messing around alot with pose hacks, but I think that picture was a result of toying with this one: http://www.modthesims2.com/showthread.php?t=195581

[devoshka]

I guess i'm just weird but I personally <3 Nath :P I think he's to die for, wouldn't mind him biting my neck ;) All these vamps are too good looking for their own good ;) We would make easy preys.....

[Tosh]

:evil: Hehe, indeed dev, indeed. :D I can't wait for this to start too, its going to be awesome!

[Tosh]

Yeah, well the best way to take pictures is to Print Screen them and then open the print screened images in an editor, like paint, gimp or photoshop and edit the size etc. The storytelling folder only displays the last picture for some reason. Happens for everybody :)

[Haylifer]

You need to go to:

Neighborhoods -> N00X (replace X with your neighbourhood) -> Storytelling

That should show them all. I don't really see the point in the other Storytelling folder seeing as it only shows one picture..

[PerplexinglyMe]

Really? Because when I used to have the game installed on my other computer all of my pictures showed up in the storytelling. :D Thanks. So for Print Screen, you just press 'Print Screen' then do what to open it up? I've tried just pasting and that doesn't do anything. (ctrl v)

Nevermind. I found them. :D Thanks so much@ (Even though I feel like a complete idiot now...)

[Haylifer]

I think if you have just base game installed, they show up in Storytelling. When you install EPs they move :blink: Mysterious.

[oniella]

devoshka: i'm assuming we start when we have all vampires, yea?

:D

[Teajunkypanda]

Well all hot vimmies, except Nath :lol: And thank Haylifer, I aimed to get that whole, "Don't cross him in a dark alleway" message across with the blood and such... yah. :D

Oh Tea please make a nosferatu vimmie! Join forces with Nath and we will forever be unstoppable! :evil: Muhaha >:D

*EDIT* Atropa! Woah he is sexy! How did you get that pose in the last picture? :blink:

Nath is so freakin RAWR damnit! x] I'd soo go for him *perv* xD
Nosferatu is definitely what I'm aiming for. I'm working on him as I type this xP

[Tosh]

Yesh!! :D :D :D More vimmies for Nath to play with! XD lol Nath isn't usually one for flirting but, oh well. I wish I could look that bad and still be sexy... haha!

[oniella]

Yea Nath is uber awesome and i'm jealous Tosh, I think I might have to *fake* steal him :D

[Tosh]

:lol: Maybe he and Veronica can work something out... lol

[oniella]

:lol:

Maybe.... Veronica would totally be interested.
;)

[Tosh]

:heyhey:

We shall discuss this further my fair lady Veronica :P *Ends spam and apologises for clogging up thread coughcough*

[oniella]

LOL

Veronica: What ever you say mi amor. ;)

*ends too*

[devoshka]

It would be nice to have all the slots full but I'll give this till Tuesday evening my time (I'm GMT+3) So whatever whomever is here then is what we'll play with :P I hope that's not too long for you all to wait ;)

[Teajunkypanda]

Yesh!! :D :D :D More vimmies for Nath to play with! XD lol Nath isn't usually one for flirting but, oh well. I wish I could look that bad and still be sexy... haha!

LOl who said anything about him needing to corporate? rawr x]

I'm finally done with making mine. Gonna go take some photos and finish his bio. If I wont post an entry today(though it's kinda tomorrowish already x__x), then probably tomorrow.

[Tosh]

LOl, well who said Nath was going to play nice... ;) :lol: Can't wait to see your entry Tea!

[trampledsneakers]

Nath is teh awesome! XD I'm in lurve.

and YAY! Tea! this will be so great!

now we just need a few more vimmies and we're good to go.

[Tosh]

Hehe thanks trampled :) I can't wait to start the RP, muhaha.

[Teajunkypanda]

I bet even Nath would creep out from a fanatic fan girl like me x]

anyway am done, hopefully it's not too bad :3
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Clan: Nosferatu
Name: Cole Angus
Age: Neonate, 35
Short bio:
My name is Cole Angus. Nothing special about me or my former life. Born to a humble midd class family in London. No privileges, no sudden dramatic events.
I went through the whole teen angst like anyone else did and found my peace in heavy metal music and horror movies. Nerd, I know.
I wasnt very popular at school or much of an outsider either. For the most part nobody knew me("Angus who?").
At the age of 13 I was forced to see a therapist(-who was by the way the first one I killed), for my moody persona. No need to say that damn therapy did not work.
Rewinding forward, I became a college professor. Giving lectures. Yeah very exiting job. Very.
The actual "dramatic event" happened in 1994, October. I was working late on a project for my (dumb) students. Shortly saying, the only time I bothered staying late, payed off with an outcome I wouldnt thought possible in our so called "normal" life. The lights went off and so did I.

Adapting myself to my new "situation" wasnt too bad. I Traveled by trains(everyone there looks even worse then I do, so no one notices) during the night, and through the sewer by day time.
Sure there was a time when I kinda lost my sanity. Even once I considered joining the circus( which didnt work very well). I kinda killed three of the circus dogs. and lets just say, the fat lady wont sing again.
Eventually I got bored of England.
So I came to LA... and life suddenly became something worthy( even in my rather different looks). I changed, and I loved it.


http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/2494/coleheadshotv2di4.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/5918/colefreeshotyf5.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

[Tosh]

Cole is awesome, I love his tattoos! But I still think Nath is scarier ;) Cole can be the sexy Nosferatu... if they even exist, lol!

[Teajunkypanda]

Lol Thanks! I know Cole isnt really scary, more of a creep~o xD
When he smiles he is scary though xP

[Tosh]

:lol: No he is scary, but not as scary lol. Well now we have two nosferatus. Yesh for us!

[PerplexinglyMe]

Clan: Nosferatu
Name: Marianne Shelley
Age: 133 years embraced (153 total)
Bio: Marianne was born in 1854, in New York. She had a normal childhood for her time, playing with her dolls and sewing, the usual girl things. When she was 18, she fell in love with a man known for his debts and trouble-making habits. She thought she could change him. Two years later, on their wedding day, she learned that some men never change their ways. Her husband-to-be had crossed paths with the wrong people. The Nosferatu are not vampires you want to anger. Unfortunately, this is exactly what he had done. Marianne was taken as punisment moments before she was supposed to walk down the aisle. When given the choice to die or be embraced, she chose to live. She had hoped her fiance would still love her and she could change him. Then they would still live happily ever after, if not beautifully. But he had already run away with another woman by the time she found him. Needless to say she was a bit angry. He, and his new girlfriend, were found drained of blood a few days later, dead. Since then, she has been scooting around from town to town finding couples to prey upon, to soothe her sad heart .

http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/CarbonBasedMe/snapshot_d36714dd_93671a4f.jpg

[Teajunkypanda]

mhm 3 now :3

I changed his headshot, I think it looks more fitting and less sleazy lol

[GreenStraws]

Tea?

Hes actually kinda cute. :lol:

[oniella]

He looks awesome Tea =D

[Gerbera]

Hey gals as much as I love to post comments like these I think we really shouldn't do that. I don't want this thread or even the whole rp area to be closed down ...
I hope you understand that :)

[oniella]

We're allowed to comment about other players, but your right.

[HystericalParoxysm]

Comments that pertain to a specific character and aren't really questions or stuff that develops the roleplay, etc., should probably be done in PMs. If everyone doesn't need to see your comment, that's the best place for it, to keep the thread as clean and easy to navigate as possible. These threads get very long very fast as it is. :)

[Teajunkypanda]

Thanks GreenStraws and Oniella :]

[devoshka]

Yes please keep the spam to a minimum, I hadn't said anything till now, as we are in the application stage, but once the contest is going, I ask to please keep OOC remarks/comments to a minimum. If you have any questions regarding misunderstanding then please ask and you are always free to PM me as well :D (I like getting PMs, makes me feel special LOL), but I would really like to keep this section open. It also helps with reading if comments aren't breaking up the RP.

[devoshka]

This is to give you an idea of where we are. This is a map of the section of Los Angeles we are going to concentrate on. No, we are not going to do every community that is shown here. But I thought this would be helpful for you to have a visual to give you an idea of the layout. If you click on the map it takes you to a link of a bigger map of LA, so you may put everything into perspective. We will be starting out in the legendary Hollywood, just to help you do some research if you don't know much about it ;)

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g313/Devoshka/sectionofLA.jpg (http://www.laalmanac.com/LA/lamap2.htm)

(yes i know i'm double posting but they are needed to be kept seperate.)

[Haylifer]

I didn't know that Hollywood was in LA.. :blink:

I'm stupid :p

[Teajunkypanda]

Well this is going to be difficult, perhaps I should've just watched x__x

[devoshka]

Nah it's not :) I'm just wanting to give you visual people out there an idea of where the action is taking place. The map isn't 'important' to the RP just in the fact of giving you something to look at, and like Haylifer didn't know....Hollywood is in LA ;)

just taking the mick Haylifer, a lot of people don't realize that Hollywood is in LA :)

[Tosh]

Is there going to be a deadline for apps Dev, or are we going to wait until every clan is complete? I really want to start :lol:

[trampledsneakers]

I'm nervous that I'm spamming buuuut...

I agree with Tosh; I'd love to start! But do we need to have full slots?
If we do; maybe if new people don't join by a certain date (soon) then if people already signed up want to create another sim or something? No idea. Just trying to expedite the process.

/end spam

[pixelated]

I'll be entering a malkavian shortly! That is, if things go the way I planned. :D

[devoshka]

Oh I guess I wasn't clear in my post about the deadline :p Sometimes I can ramble and important things can get lost....like the deadline. Tuesday evening my time (GMT+3) is the cut off for apps. It would be great to have all spots filled, but I don't want to drag this out, and see people lose enthusiasm for it :D So look for Round 1 on Tuesday. Woo!!


Oh and pixelated I would love to see you join, Malkavians can be very fun to play ;).

I find it amusing that no one wants to be a former princess or king or pharoah or what have you for the Ventrue Clan....

[pixelated]

I find it amusing that no one wants to be a former princess or king or pharoah or what have you for the Ventrue Clan....

I was going for Gangrel at first... but I'll always be a Malk at heart. Nothing to do about it! :lol:

I was going to ask, since my bio, which is written from her perspective, might become a little... ehm, let's just say Malkavian. Is that alright, or should I rather avoid writing in first person, to make it more clear?

Sorry if this counts as spam, if so I'll delete it. :)

[devoshka]

Feel free to write it in first person as long as it's relatively understandable ;) This is just to give the others an idea of what your character is like, and writing in the first person can help you with the feel, and giving an insight into their head ;)

[Doddibot]

I find it amusing that no one wants to be a former princess or king or pharoah or what have you for the Ventrue Clan....
Oh, I'll be a Ventrue. I'm not going to be that old though - probably a spoiled brat child of a 19th century politician or something.

Entry coming once I get home.

[GreenStraws]

Alright. To start out, sorry for spam. :hmm:

Second, Ive been reading [[Yes! Its true! I can READ!]] about everything having to do with this.. game thing.
My mind is so dead right now. But, I have a much stronger character basis. :D So, I am going to rewrite/redo Lhidias's application thingy. Cause I know -way- more than I did when I wrote it.
Hooray for wikipedia.
[[As a note for everyone else, if you wiki your clan, you get an intense amount of info... All this stuff. :P]]
Just saying. So you all know. And I reccommend googling. I have a much firmer grasp on whats going on now.

:here: My revised entry (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=889435&postcount=21). And believe me. It will change about a million times. :hmm:

[Doddibot]

Name: Ada Charlotte Vernon
Clan: Ventrue
Age: Born 1st February 1843, Embraced 24th November 1859 (you do the math!)

Short biography:
The only child of two aristocratic parents, Ada was born 'with a silver spoon in her mouth'. With her father head up a major textiles industry, and her mother's father a wealthy landowner and politician, she should have been presented anything her heart desired (she was in fact 'spoilt', but she didn't realise it). Yet, her grandfather was not a popular figure by any standard, leaving her constantly working for her influence and possessions. And by 'work', that meant pleading with her father and family, and threatening her servants.

On a chilly winter's evening, Ada was shopping in Paris with her family and their servants, unwittingly watched all the while by a well-to-do man in the shadows. Her future sire was quite impressed with Ada's command of her servants, and especially surprised at the forceful pleading of this overindulged young woman - he saw potential. So much so, that he visited his primogen and prince, asking for her to be his childe, as is customary. It was accepted.

Almost 150 years later, and after many residences across Europe, Ada and her sire now live in a manor in Brentwood. In return for power and prestige, Ada serves her sire and her clan with skill, especially in the discipline of Domination (her 'spoilt brat' routine is literally a force to be reckoned with).

Pics
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[pixelated]

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There are only two kinds of Malkavians - those who have derangements and those whose derangements have them.

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Clan: Malkavian
Age: 218 years (Ancilla)

Hmmm? Why would you be asking about my past? The past is already decided, what is important is the future and the now, the way the fish... fish? Who said fish? No thank you, I don't want any fish. Put it right here, next to the starry night sky. Very well, let me give you the quick resumé. I was born to earth over two hundred years ago in Greece, I was embraced, and my life would never be the same. Like in the movies, except without the tap-dancing pigs and the happy endings. There are no happy endings in life. There's only death, and then the inevitable decay of what's left of us. No sunsets to ride into while the credits start to roll.

We all become trash in the end, thrown out to the streets with the used diapers and empty beer cans. Not safe to eat, unless we haven't touched the ground for more than three seconds. Abused, broken, falling apart, with people scraping us off their shoes when they've walked past. Two hundred years, of which the last ten have been the most fulfilling in my life. I was running, hiding from them. They're everywhere, eyes on the walls, under every rock and tourist bus. If you scream "BANG" really loud, it might blow your brains out. It's worth a try. They'd hear it, they hear everything! Los Angeles found me on the way to it, embraced me like I was once before embraced. All the trash talks to me, begging me to tell their stories. I would need a thousand voices, or a really big tape-recorder.

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[pixelated]

Hope that's alright, and that you can make some sense out of the bio atleast. :lol:

[Gerbera]

((She looks hot! And the bio is cool :D What's her name? Damia?))

[Haylifer]

Pixelated, I love her bio! <333

She sounds so.. Malkavian :D

[Teajunkypanda]

Great job Pixelated! I really like the backround in your second photo :]

[pixelated]

Thanks, Gerbera, Haylifer and Tea! <3 I'm happy you like the bio, it was... interesting to write. ;)

((She looks hot! And the bio is cool :D What's her name? Damia?))
Yup, Damia. I always spend ages picking names, to make them fit the character. Damia is feminine version of Damien, that means "to subdue", referring to how Malkavians can control other's minds. Lorccan would be something like "the fierce small one", since (in my mind atleast), she's a tiny woman. :D Of course, she picked out these names herself when fleeing from Greece.

[Gerbera]

((Wow, very well thought, I am impressed :blink: Maybe I'll makeover Stella's bio etc a little ...))

[Tosh]

Yep, she is uber cool pixel :D

[oniella]

o.o
Pixie she is awesome and puts my Malkavian to shame!

[PerplexinglyMe]

Sorry. I'm dropping out. I'm not very good at this, and I'm sure somebody more eager would prefer to take my place.

Just kidding. I'm not really. :D

[Tosh]

Why? Don't drop out, we haven't even begun yet!

[Gerbera]

Emily, I am also not very good, but we'll all learn while we're doing the rp :)
Please try it ...

[PerplexinglyMe]

Okay, okay. I was just being cranky. :) Sorry.

[PennyTheCorgi]

what clan you belong to: Tremere
name: Celeste La Morte
age: 345


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[devoshka]

In a couple hours I will be posting Round 1, so if you haven't but would like to join please get your app in now. :D

(Sarah, if Round 1 is already posted and you haven't finished your app yet that's ok.....just try to get it done asap :))

[Gerbera]

Oh yeah *jumps around* Finally :D

Another question, may be stupid ... Will characters die every round? And if so, how is it decided who dies and who survives?

[Tosh]

Awesome, can't wait to start! :D :D

I was about to ask the same question Gerbera, you beat me to it ;)

[pompom]

Yaaaaay! I've never rp'd Vampier but I think it'll go well ^^

To bad Our characters hate each other Tosh :( xD

[PerplexinglyMe]

I'm excited now :D. Oooh! Yes, and how does this dying thing work?

[devoshka]

I'll explain everything in the first round ;) but no someone doesn't necessarily die every round....if they manage to escape then no one dies. But at the convening of the vampires, to try to determine who the hunter(s) is/are then someone for sure will die :D

[PerplexinglyMe]

I'll explain everything in the first round ;) but no someone doesn't necessarily die every round....if they manage to escape then no one dies. But at the convening of the vampires, to try to determine who the hunter(s) is/are then someone for sure will die :D


Ok, I get that you will explain everything when we start, but I really want to know: Will you randomly pick someone to be the hunter? Then they pretend not to be, and try to act and fit in with everyone else?

[devoshka]

exactly....and there could perhaps be 2 of you...if the hunter chooses to make a deal with a vamp who agrees to submit to the will of the hunter thus turning on their fellow vampires. :)

[PerplexinglyMe]

I'm glad I've got the right idea then. I feel very smart.

[trampledsneakers]

Has the hunter already been selected then, or will you randomly choose one of us at the start of the first round? :]

I'm so excited!! X3

[devoshka]

the hunter HASN'T been chosen yet, b/c I'm waiting till first round is posted in case there are any last minute entries, and I don't want it to be obvious that someone is not the hunter ;)

@Tea (since I don't want to keep clogging up the thread....who says they can't ;)) I mean IRL yeah it would be possible...but for rp sake who's to know :P



Ok guys I'm gonna work on the first round so I can't answer anymore questions....but I will try to fully explain everything as I post round one. Also once round one is posted keep OOC chatter to a minimum :) if you have comments on someone's behavior that deals with your character that you might not agree with PM them and ask them to change something, also remember no godmodding. And if you still have questions, please feel free to ask.

[Teajunkypanda]

Cant wait to be horrible x]

Too bad the hunter cant be romantically involved with the vampire(coughbuffyIknowcough) xP

[devoshka]

Welcome to Hollywood!
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The glitz, the glamour, the fame, the stars, all are discovered here in Hollywood, but little do people know that it also has a dark seamy underbelly. Whores, crackheads, pimps, and deviants strolls the streets at night. But there is something that dwells here that should strike fear into all inhabitants. Like all other creatures that prey upon others, they only come out at sunset.

The sun is setting on the horizon, and as usual there is a beautiful sunset which is caused by the pollution in the air. The tourists are wisely leaving to go back to safer areas and the night life is beginning to stir. Like it does to all living creatures, Sunset Blvd beckons......
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Tonight there are 3 places that seem ripe for the plucking.....



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The Viper Room

Partly owned by Johnny Depp till 2004, the Viper Room is most famous for being the site where actor River Pheonix OD'd (overdosed) and died. It didn't detract from its popularity though. It continues to be a hot spot for young actors to come and party.


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The Mann's Chinese Theatre

The grand opening of The Mann's Chinese Theatre occurred on May 19, 1927. It has since become one of Southern California's most well known landmarks and is steeped in Hollywood lore, having been home to numerous premieres, birthday parties, corporate junkets and two Academy Awards ceremonies. Among the theater's most famous traits are the autographed cement blocks that reside in the forecourt, which bear the signatures and markings of many of Hollywood's most revered stars and starlets.


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The Hollywood walk of Fame

It is a sidewalk along Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street, which is embedded with more than 2,000 five-pointed stars featuring the names of celebrities honored by the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce for their contributions to the entertainment industry. At night, it becomes a haven for street walkers and drug dealers plying their trade.



You will make a choice of which will be your hunting ground. But beware, a hunter has infiltrated the Camarilla posing as a vampire and is slowly picking off the kindred. A trap has been laid at one of these locations, and if you happen to choose wrong, it could be your last night of feasting. If you do choose wrong, you will still have a chance to survive. Clues will be given as to something or someone that could save you. But if you fail to find that object/person, you will perish.


In the beginning there is only one hunter, but this hunter has a chance to make 2 deals throughout the contest. One would be a deal to one of the Kindred to submit to him (in a non gender way), and turn on the others, in order to save their life. The 2nd deal would be to someone who is about to lose their life, but is offered a deal and in return must put another up for sacrifice.


ETA: Forgot to add when this choice will end....I will give you till Friday evening my time (GMT +3) to make a decision. And in a post you MUST put in BOLD where you choose to feed for the night. And so start RPing! You all somehow arrive on the Sunset Strip and whatnot and take it from there.

[GreenStraws]

ooc;; Im almost scared.. xD Anyway, here's my first... -crosses fingers-

The sun sunk below the horizon, and the sky faded from its pinks and oranges to a much more demure dark blue. Stars were not visible yet, although with the bright lights of the entire city, they were nearly unheard of. A few, perhaps.
People everywhere. Cars honked and made their way along the street, engines and music blaring, and loud mouthed women chattered away, their heels clicking on the cement.

Footsteps, lost in the noise, made their way down the street as well. He talked to no one, and would do anything to avoid any sort of contact. No one looked at him twice.. Few looked at him at all. Everyone had something they were focused on anyway.

Lhidias finally stopped, coming to rest between some little restaraunt and a store. Leaning against the cool stone wall, he watched the world with uninterested eyes, listened with bored ears. He was not the sort of person to take in everything that was going on. Simple, more direct, he only paid attention to what he thought needed it.

He fit the stereotype of the Brujah clan less than usual on this night. Wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a black zip-up sweatshirt, he did not seem to be the tough biker guy. If anything, he fit in rather well, looking normal in his dress and appearance.
The only evidence of his personality was how he held himself, head, although bored, high with a self confidence and assurance. Knowing perfectly well that anyone who tried to give him trouble would have their ass kicked.

Certainly, he was bored. Too early in the night to get anything done, the clock having just hit 8. Still, he liked to come.. Early. See what there was to see of the pickings that night, and perhaps.. Have a bit of fun.

Afterall, it couldn't hurt.

[Tosh]

Awesome! :D ((ooc: yes Gerbera, we start RPing. I'll go whip something up))

[chestnut_trauma]

NO! I was just about to post my app. Is it ok if I post it really quickly now?

[devoshka]

yes go ahead :) but just edit above post please :P

[Gerbera]

Stella awoke when the sun was sinking. She slowly got up and then did her usual bathroom routine - having a long bath, do a little make-up and get a nice hairdo.
"What am I going to wear today ... Oh yeah, this will be perfect for this warm night!" She said and put on a pear of dark jeans, a simple white shirt and a black vest. A final look into the mirror - "Beautiful!" She stood in front of it for some time, watching herself, trying out poses. Then she giggled and walked outside.
Stella felt thirsty ... "Where will I go hunting tonight?"
She got on her car, a black sportscar, of course. She started the engine to head towards Sunset Boulevard.
That was one of her favorite spots in this town. Boulevard ... This word brought back sweet memories of her days in Paris. Of course, the big "Boulevards Parisiennes" couldn't be compared to the Sunset Strip but the word was beautiful and sweet ...
She turned on the radio, Classic Channel. "Ah, Vivaldi" ....

[trampledsneakers]

((ooc: question, and once it's answered I'll edit and/or delete this-- are we just mingling along sunset blvd first, or do we automatically head to the location we're going to select? this is looking great Dev!))

[devoshka]

Mingling, you are building up a story, so of course i don't want to you make a choice straight away, that why I'm giving a few days, so you can interact with others :P I want it to be fun not just about making choices :)

[Haylifer]

Master..
Master Icarus.. It is time to wake.
The treacherous sun has fallen from the sky.
The night is young, youthful blood be in plentiful supply-

I grab the piece of glassware from the bedside cabinet and let it smash to the floor. Noise - anything to get him to shut up.

"So, the sneaking suck-up poet decided to wake me today. I wonder what brought about that pleasant surprise?" I growl. Forcing myself to stand up, I stagger across to a dusty mirror. The hotel room looks like it hasn't seen use for years, filthy hole. But I shouldn't expect so much when it's on... well, gratitude payment.

For a second, I turn to face the mirror to check my hair. It takes a moment to register why I simply see a void when I face the mirror. Just that one moment, until I remember my vampiric affliction. One hand runs through my black hair, long thin fingers attempting to coax it into some sort of style. With the other, I pour myself a glass of Scotch whiskey, then swirl the amber spirit delicately before draining the glass.

Alcohol.. Kills your soul..

"No, actually, it doesn't. However, I am actually hoping it to kill one of your souls instead soon. Pestilence!"

My voice resonates around the small room. Quite deep and rich. The accent? Very British. It's quite unusual how quickly I adopted the accent. I lived in London for but twenty years of my long life, yet the dialect has had a pronounced effect on me. Occasionally, I do wonder what other people must think as I converse with my companions. But I need not care about them. Mostly, I take it upon my good self to do the kind job of ridding the world of these judgementalists.

I begin to fasten a black shirt, before stopping to indulge in another Scotch. Grabbing my wallet, I head out into the night. Fog blurs the street lamps; I'm sure it'd be cold, if only I could feel it. After walking some distance, I arrive at somewhere that thrives with young, fresh life. I look up at the street sign to give me some indication of what kindly restaurant provides tonights meal.

Sunset Blvd.

Sunset Boulevard. Ironic it may be. Sunset is my dawn. Sunset marks the beginning. Therefore, here I shall begin. I caress fanged teeth with my tongue, and step out under a streetlight, ready to begin the night.

[PerplexinglyMe]

Marianna knew very well that is was only a few minutes past 8, but despite the early hour she was hungry. She hadn't eaten for days, ever since she made it into the country. She had been travelling at night, trying to get to the spot where she had heard many vampires congregated. Sunset Boulevard suppossedly had the most vampires in one area than any other city in the world. Even Europe couldn't rival Hollywood. After all, there was an awful lot of free food to be found in Hollywood.


Marianna brought with her the long coat and scarf to wear around her head. Luckily this was a strange city, so people didn't notice so much when she tried to cover her distorted face. She shrugged on the trench coat and wound the long, woolly scarf around her neck and lower face, leaving only a small stripe of festering flesh and her diabolical eyes visible in the blinking glow cast by the neon lights. With her head down and her hair covering what little face you could see, Marianna made her way towards Sunset Boulevard.

[Tosh]

I'm dropping out dev, sorry.

[Teajunkypanda]

Dont drop out Tosh!T__T'...

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"behh, what's that smell? Oh yeas..That's still me"-Cole mumbled to himself while trying to get up from the pile of old newspapers he now calls "bed". It was almost 9 pm. The sun already settled down, and a new day began for him as it ended for others.

After walking almost weeks as it seems in the filthy sewers of LA(surprisingly or rather luckily not encountering others of his kind), he got to the holly land of the "not so young and the oh so self obsessed" -as he named it after having too much spare time. In other words: Hollywood.
"Finally" he thought to himself, looking around and struggling to remember the last time he was out of the sewers. Introducing his nose to a new stank, of the Sunset Boulevard streets.
Being the oh so happy fella, Cole could care less about anything going on around him, the outside world was no longer an interest to him.
Passing people who looked more deformed than him was not exactly something he awaited so much to see after his long journey. It's also has been weeks since the last time he was out in the fresh air of gas and human stank.
With a nice black hoodie covering his face, he headed towards the nearest dinner. Rats and all the other bizard things he's been feeding on for the last months, werent the nutritious meals that could really sustain his body.
Cole closed his dark eyes and lifted his face sniffing the air "I must be close"...

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[trampledsneakers]

It was cold in the small, dimly lit apartment. Too cold for most; but that was how Vevila preferred it. The air-conditioning was perpetually pumping frigid air into every inch of every room, numbing her incessantly.

"How early is it?" she murmured softly to herself, glancing at the clock mounted on the nearby wall. Hardly past eight.

"Plenty of time yet," she moved to her closet and stood before the racks and rows of clothes. Even in a life of death and decay, murder and corruption, demoralization, exploitation, fraud, degeneration...she still wanted to look as beautiful as humanly (or inhumanly) possible.

She lovingly selected her go-to dress for any and every occasion: a black satin little number that never failed to turn the heads of every man she passed. Corset-style with ruching at the bust, it hugged dangerously close to her every curve and flattered her like no other article of clothing could.

Vevila carefully applied her makeup with the utmost practiced precision and care. Years of application without the visual aid of a mirror had forced her to learn entirely new methods of ensuring that she looked beautifully natural and not like a heavily-makeup'd drag-queen. She avoided eyeshadow, but utilized enough mascara to give her feathered-but-natural-looking lashes, and applied her lipstick by fingerpoint.

Once she felt entirely satisfied with her appearence, she inhaled and exhaled deeply and a smile spread across her lips, revealing two alarmingly sharp pearly canines.

"Lovely."

She didn't live far from Sunset Boulevard, so she selected a pair of surprisingly comfortable black pumps and slid them onto her dainty feet. Vevila exited her apartment silently and decided to venture along the streets on foot. Most women would amputate one of their own limbs before wandering the darkened streets alone at night where they could fall prey to any number of perverts or maniacs. Not Vevila, however; that was one of the few perks (if you could call it that) of being a Vampire. Unlike mortal women, vampire-borne women could certainly defend themselves.

Vevila's heels clicked along the pavement of the boulevard and created a metranome-like rhythm as she walked. Her obsidian and voluminous locks of hair undulated gracefully, her seemingly-endless legs appeared a glorious milky-white in the rising moonlight. She felt the stares of countless men and women falling upon her, entranced by her unharnessed beauty. She paused for a moment under a flickering streetlamp when she felt an intensely powerful gaze upon her, but she couldn't discern from who and from where it was coming from. She quirked a brow and adjusted the ruby ring on her finger, wondering who was watching her.

[Teajunkypanda]

Sniffing the air like a hungry street dog, Cole noticed a different fragrance mixing with the familiar stanks of the humans around him.
He didnt move to find it, even though tempted to follow it.
The growing hunger quickly returned his thoughts back to the dinner.

[oniella]

I'm dropping out dev, sorry.

What!? Tosh why!?

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I'll rp later.... if anyone wants to rp with Veronica, just remember she is wild, spuratic*, and very sexual ;)

[AtropaMandragora]

In another corner of the city, yet another vampire awoke. It was the soft sound of muffled voices that had broken through his dreamless sleep. The occult shop downstairs had opened for the night, and as Adrien sat up and then slowly rose to his full length, he started to listen in on the conversation between the shop keeper - a young dark haired woman with far too much make up and an obsession with the color black - and a customer. He enjoyed to eavesdrop on them, and occasionally ventured down there himself just to study them as they talked about dark magic, rituals and their uses. Not that he would ever learn something from them that he didn't already know, but their perverted plots of revenge often inspired him. Or they just made him laugh. Either way, he enjoyed it.
Although this time, he soon lost interest in the conversation. It was yet another sob story about a cheating boyfriend and how the customer, a high school student, wanted to somehow get back at him. Adrien had heard them a million times, and quite frankly, they bored him. So instead of staying there to listen, he continued on with his nightly routine. First, he got dressed. A long sleeved black shirt with a red intricate decorative pattern on the chest, black pants, and black boots would serve the purpose this evening.
Second, he'd feed.
You'd think he preferred people with a dark nature, such as the shopkeeper and her customers, or the goth kids he seemed to run into everywhere he went. But you would be mistaken. Adrien had found that those people often tried so hard to be original, that all the mystery and flavour they had to offer was just skin deep. They left a bland taste in his mouth.
No, it was the quiet ones that attracted him. The plain, the wallflowers. Never seen or heard, they often had such a range of bottled up emotions inside, that when he fed, every single heartbeat of theirs sent these feelings shooting through his own body; the body that in itself didn't possess very many human feelings anymore. It was a rush like no other.
So as he made his way to Sunset Blvd, he discreetly eyed the people he met, carefully taking his pick.

[veldagia]

I awoke slowly, first consciousness brought the dim awareness that I was not home and the darkness seeped into my skull. I opened my eyes, but did not move, listening carefully for the sounds of life around me. A faint scurrying, some way to the right, nothing to concern me, it would only be vermin. Satisfied that I was free of the company of humans and my kind I pushed hard and heard the satisfying creak as the heavy lid moved from above my body.

I heaved myself out, forgetting grace as I freed myself from this catacomb for the dead. My hands found the stash hidden under a shelf before me and automatically I pulled a comb through my hair. Quickly winding it up into my traditional bun and securing the dark ebony locks into place. As always a few straggling curls fell around my face but tonight I did not care. I dusted myself down, detangling ancient cobwebs and dislodging the dust that had settled on my clothing before pulling on the short fitted jacket. Checking I had everything I needed for a hunting trip still safely stored in the pockets of my clothing I made my way silently towards the doorway.

Inside the museum itself there were still no signs of life. I could be alone a few moments longer before facing the hum of the outside world. As I travelled through the dimly lit corridors my hand gently caressed the spine of an antique book and I paused a moment for the thrill of discovering its contents. Alas, I had read this volume before but still the calligraphy brought beauty to my eye. I lingered a moment, allowing myself this luxury of time before I began my search.

Outside I stood a silent figure, black against the darkness, shadows moving with the breeze against the ancient museum stones. As headlights approached I stepped out under the streetlight and extended my arm. I climbed into the car, firmly instructing the driver to my destination for the night “to the Sunset Boulevard”.

[Haylifer]

So thus begins the night.

In the dense fog, I replace my spot under the streetlamp with one more subtle; the shadows make a perfect hiding place, especially in this weather. The place is remarkably busy for night-time, and I fear that going un-noticed may prove difficult when choosing a victim. My eyes scan the crowd, searching for an outsider, one who can easily be picked off.

Icarus... I am hungry.. I starve... I need blood.. Please, Icarus...

I close my eyes. It was her. The one person who could get me to do near anything with that soft, almost magical tone of pleading. Sighing deeply, I return to my search. And then I see her; the perfect victim, stood there alone. No friends to notice her disappear, or hear her scream.

Silent as death, I advance through the shadows towards her place under the streetlight. A prostitute, maybe? Tainted blood never tastes as sweet, but nonetheless. It comes down to drink here or starve. Inches behind the girl now, I put one arm round her narrow waist and lean in close to her ear. "Bon soir, mademoiselle.." I tilt her head back, searching along her neck for the jugular. That's when something catches my eye. Her mouth.. No, not her mouth. Her teeth. Are they... fangs?

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((OOC: Any girl vampy can step in here if they want :D))

[Gerbera]

Stella finally reached the Sunset Boulevard and parked her car in a smaller side street.
She got off and then walked along the Strip. She could smell sweet flowers. "Where does that come from?!" she wondered. She stopped and stood silent for a while, trying to find the source of that smell.
Suddenly she felt an arm around her waist and someone said "Bon soir, mademoiselle."
Stella opened her mouth to make an angry reply. Only a fool would do that to her!
She turned around and slapped the guy who was holding her in the face. He let her go, looking very surprised.
Then Stella realized that this man in front of her was an other Vampire!
"Oh ..." ... "I don't think we have met before ... I am Stella. You should be more careful when you pick your victims - what is your name?!"

[oniella]

Sunset Blvd, said the street sign. Where the whores and the damned walked, hand in hand.
Veronica passed by all of the prostitutes, their pimps, and druggies, walked into an ally way and leaned against the wall.
'What are you doing amor? There is plenty of places to have fun, why must you stay here?'
"I'm hungry, leave me alone..."

Her stomache growled and she yearned for the taste of blood. She quickly left alley and started to walk amoungst the mortals.
She spotted a man, she laughed, "Perfect *groan* he's so beautiful...".

She walked up to the man and asked him if he wanted a good time. He declined her offer and pushed by her. Veronica reached behind and grabbed him by the arm, "Did I say you could leave!? How dare you push me!"

*giggles*

"Please, I really need you...*groan*". She rubbed against the stranger and with-in a minute they were in a hotel room and she was finally getting what she wanted, food.

OOC: i'm sure you know the italized part is her talking to herself

[oniella]

Definitely don't wait for them to be un-banned, that lasts 2 weeks + most are perm banned.

Let's just continue and your going to still let some members join right?

[devoshka]

Well if there are others that want to join but I haven't seen others wanting to, besides chestnut who is temp banned....but yeah if someone still wants to join they are more than welcome :)

[Haylifer]

Fangs. S**t..

My eyes widen in surprise. It has been a hundred years since I've seen another. I open my mouth to speak, but am cut short by a hand and a jolt of pain.

I hiss slightly in pain, raising an arm to defend myself, when I hear the vampress speak.

"I don't think we have met before ... I am Stella. You should be more careful when you pick your victims - what is your name?!"

I glance to the floor before replying. "Icarus. I'm sorry about that. After a century of not seeing another like myself, I began to think perhaps I was the only one left. But apparently not. You're one of the Camarilla too, aren't you?" I flash a vampire grin, just allowing the sharpened tips of my fangs to show.

[HystericalParoxysm]

((For the purposes of your RP, you can assume that the character of anyone who was banned died suddenly, got called away by the death of a rich relative, fell off a cliff, or suddenly moved to Fiji. They won't be returning to play with you. Sorry for the disruption, guys. Carry on as best you can.))

[Lunarsea]

I'd join if I could Devoshka but I fear I may have bitten off more than I can chew already with Desperado! Sorry, looks really cool though. :D

[devoshka]

aww well it's up to you, of course i would love for you to join, but you know your time schedule :D

[Gerbera]

Fangs. S**t..

My eyes widen in surprise. It has been a hundred years since I've seen another. I open my mouth to speak, but am cut short by a hand and a jolt of pain.

I hiss slightly in pain, raising an arm to defend myself, when I hear the vampress speak.

"I don't think we have met before ... I am Stella. You should be more careful when you pick your victims - what is your name?!"

I glance to the floor before replying. "Icarus. I'm sorry about that. After a century of not seeing another like myself, I began to think perhaps I was the only one left. But apparently not. You're one of the Camarilla too, aren't you?" I flash a vampire grin, just allowing the sharpened tips of my fangs to show.

"Yes, I am." Stella replied, "A Toreador. But you problably already guessed that." she grinned. That guy was kinda hot ...
"I am Malkavian" Icarus said. "Strange name ..." Stella thought. "I wonder whether he is as arrogant as the mythological Icarus?!"
"How come you haven't seen others of us for such a long time? I mean, you are in L.A., that's practically the capital of our world!"

[veldagia]

((Just a couple of questions, sorry if these have been answered I've quickly skimmed the thread and couldn't see them but I've just got in from work and after all the stats have a fuzzy head:
Is there a limit on how many posts per day we do?
Does it matter what style we write in? I've noticed that I automaticaly wrote in 1st person and others have used 3rd person narrative?
As there are still quite a few spots left if these don't get filled could players already in the game create another character?
I think that's it for now :D))

[Gerbera]

((I think you can write in whatever style suits you best :)
I had written the bio in third person so I thought I'd write my RPs in the same form ...))

[trampledsneakers]

((ooc: There is no limit on how many posts you can make a day (not that I'm aware of) but obviously you won't flood the board with double posts, so I don't think it's a problem. And like Gerbera said, it's really up to you what perspective you decide to write from. I chose third-person narrative because I'm more comfortable writing that way. It's just a personal preference. :] ))

[Haylifer]

"Yes, I am." Stella replied, "A Toreador. But you problably already guessed that." she grinned. That guy was kinda hot ...
"I am Malkavian" Icarus said. "Strange name ..." Stella thought. "I wonder whether he is as arrogant as the mythological Icarus?!"
"How come you haven't seen others of us for such a long time? I mean, you are in L.A., that's practically the capital of our world!"

"I've only recently settled here. I came to America shortly after the war, but chose on travelling around." I decline to mention my withdrawal from society and bizarre relationship with my own mind. Although now Stella knows that I'm Malkavian, she can probably guess as much.

Icarus! I demand-

I give a polite cough to silence the voice. "I don't know about you, Stella, but I'm so thirsty right now I fear I may shrivel up and die." I give a nod to the large crowd of lively people. "Please tell me that they aren't Vampire, too?"

[HystericalParoxysm]

((veldagia, there is no hard limit to posts. That may change in future depending on how things go. I have no problem with people doing several posts as long as they are content-filled. One or two line posts back and forth that start getting spammy may result in a limit being imposed. Until that time I'm leaving it up to you guys to police yourselves. Try to write a decently descriptive post, don't spam things up, and if you find that there's a lot of back and forth between yourself and another player's character, you may want to chat a little in PM about doing a bit of light godmoding of each other's characters, with permission, to help move each particular post along a little further.

I would MUCH prefer to see people doing several content-filled roleplay posts per day than several random spammy posts - if it's good and useful I have no problem with it. :)

Regarding the perspective, I personally prefer a third person perspective as it makes the whole thing flow better together as a cooperative story. First person is better for solos and one-on-one RPs but I think that's probably personal preference unless set by the person running the RP.))

[Teajunkypanda]

I'm dropping out, sorry :|

[Haylifer]

((I decided on using 1st person as it'd be far easier for Icarus to have conversations with himself, being a Malkavian, so I don't have to overuse the phrase 'he thought'. My usual preference is 3rd person though, so I'm struggling a bit.))

[Gerbera]

"I've only recently settled here. I came to America shortly after the war, but chose on travelling around." I decline to mention my withdrawal from society and bizarre relationship with my own mind. Although now Stella knows that I'm Malkavian, she can probably guess as much.

Icarus! I demand-

I give a polite cough to silence the voice. "I don't know about you, Stella, but I'm so thirsty right now I fear I may shrivel up and die." I give a nod to the large crowd of lively people. "Please tell me that they aren't Vampire, too?"

Stella laughed. "You are funny!" Of course they aren't. You seem to be a bit lost. I am just as thirsty as you are. If you want to, we can hunt together.
I'll show you how we do that here!"

((Haylifer, I'll be in bed soon so feel free to godmode as long as you stick to Stella's character ;) ))

[veldagia]

Stepping out onto the payment I coolly surveyed the crowds around me. Eyes taking in the variety of styles, people from all walks of life that had descended on the Boulevard after the suns dying rays. A mixture I could blend into, unnoticed like the last flicker of sunset before day turns into night. Safe in the anonymity of my dark timeless clothing and subdued smile.

I turned to watch two young lovers walking arm in arm. Absorbed in the gaze of each other, nothing around them existed. I stepped into pace with them, hanging behind always keeping a body between us. I felt the craving growing inside, the silent need that vibrated through my body where once flowed the pulse of my blood. But could I take two? At one time, maybe, but now I wasn’t so sure.

Still I followed as they wound their way through the crowd. I detected the faint odour of lightly spiced wine, the smoky taint on their clothes. But it was too early, their only real intoxication with each other. Perhaps there were easier targets around, but something about them lured me. Their innocence, perhaps or the ancient talismans they wore so brazenly around their throats.

Laughing they slipped out of each others embrace and ducked into a bar. I paused a moment, considering what I was about to do, before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

((OCC, Thanks for all the replies everyone. I think I'll stick with 1st at the moment as I'm most comfortable with it and helps me get a feel for the character as I get inside her head, but if it becoems a problem for the RPing I'll switch.

If anyone wants to interact with Mina feel free…))

[pixelated]

A fat fly buzzed lazily around the boarded window of the old abandoned house, as the sun set in the horizon. A few, scattered sunrays illuminated the room, filled with various more or less broken items, knick-knacks and odd pieces of furniture.

An eye parted slowly, showing a steel grey iris scanning the room around it as the silence in the room was broken by a high-pitched, hoarse voice.
"Mr Muffinman... you disturbed my sleep, sleep is important. Sleep is almost as important as air, you see... only not as light and transparent. If you could fly in your sleep, you might not make a sound, if no one was around to hear it." Damia reached over to the window, a pink-lacquered nail closing in on the fly that now sat on one of the worn boards. The fly saw something gigantic and pink coming into view, and did what any sane insect would've done. Attempted to flee. It extended it's wings, and-

Splat.

Damia grabbed the dead fly by it's wing, rolled out of bed (which was no easy feat concidering it was covered with old newspaper-clippings) and streched like a cat while walking trough the room. She descended the stairs, and kneeled down by a large goldfish swimming around a clean glass bowl. The bowl seemed to be the only thing that was even close to clean in the house. She dropped the fly in the bowl, and smiled an erie smile at the fish. "A treat for you, Jeremiah!" she chirped, and tilted her head over to one side. "What was that? Do I need food?" she pondered for a second, then nodded. "As always, you're right. I better go downtown". Damia got dressed in a hurry, put on some makeup and buttoned up her knee-high boots, all while singing quietly to herself.

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city,
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there...
You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go
Downtown -- things will be great when you're
Downtown -- you'll find a place for sure
Downtown -- everything's waiting for you!

Some time later, she stepped out on the crowded boulevard, gave the cab driver a sharp-toothed grin and made him promise to always wear double pairs of socks, "in case the badgers would attack", and looked around her, absent-mindedly stroking her shaved head. The things that stood out to her trained eye, was the two vampires having a somewhat intimate (or so it seemed) conversation over by a lamp post.

Something shiny on the ground not far from where she stood caught Damia's attention. She ran over, kneeled down, and was just about to reach out for it as a door flew open, hit her over the head and made her fall backwards.

"FIRE! YOUR ANCESTORS WILL BURN IN FIRE AND THEIR FEET WILL BE EATEN BY BADGERS!" Damia yelled, and looked up into the eyes of Mina.

[veldagia]

As the door swung forward I felt the heavy thump vibrate through my arm as it hit something propped against it. My gaze flew downwards, senses prickling suddenly alert.

No not something, someone. A women? As she fell away from the doorway I continued moving forwards, carefully stepping around and pulling my coat tighter around me, something was not quite right.

"FIRE! YOUR ANCESTORS WILL BURN IN FIRE AND THEIR FEET WILL BE EATEN BY BADGERS!" The women shouted as her eyes met mine.

My eyebrows arched languidly as I took in the sight before me. “My ancestors burned a long time ago, darling. And nothing I could do would save them now.”

Hesitatingly I held my hand out in an offer to pull her up. It was the good natured thing to do after all.

((I don't mind Mina doing minor actions/words if it helps the plot))

[GreenStraws]

ooc;;
For the purposes of your RP, you can assume that the character of anyone who was banned died suddenly, got called away by the death of a rich relative, fell off a cliff, or suddenly moved to Fiji. Gahh, I know, spam, but.. FIJI!

Ill add my post into this when I get home. It just occurred to me Im going to have to /run/ to get where I need to be at 3. :hmm:

[pixelated]

Damia studied the hand silently for a second, suddenly very calm.
"Do you know what really seperates us from the animals?"
She stood up with some difficulty (she was wearing rather high heels after all), and brushed some dirt off her clothing while meeting Mina's gaze with a broad smile.
"Opposable thumbs. If there was a creature with two thumbs on every hand, it would rule the universe. Or three. Three would be three times as opposable. Are you going inside?"
Without awaiting an answer, she bent down, picking up the beer cork she had been trying to reach, and strode in trough the open door.
"I would very much like to hear about your ancestors. They say setting people on fire isn't very polite. I tend to see it as a way of showing recognition."

(( Tea, don't drop out! We're just getting started, and I was really looking forward to meeting the Nosferatu. :( ))

[AtropaMandragora]

Concealed in the shadows of a dark ally next to a drugstore, Adrien watched the noisy evening street life. He was trying to find the right victim, but he was picky. Always had been. His sharp mind required clean blood. Drug filled or disease ridden blood just didn't cut it. It made him feel dirty, and not in the delightfully deviant way he enjoyed, like when he and his consorts tried new experiments...
A malicious grin spread across his pale lips as he thought about the last experiment, just a few nights ago. The naive, unsuspecting young man... The fear in his eyes... His heart-wrenching screams of terror as it dawned on him what was about to happen.
Or rather, what he thought was about to happen. Never could he have imagined what actually did happen. Ah, yes. That was Adrien's kind of 'dirty'.

A pair of loud teenagers passed by on the sidewalk infront of him, and forced him back to reality. With one hand under his chin, he traced his lower lip with a finger, slowly wiping away the sinister smile.

The streets were crowded this evening. And not just by humans. During the time he had stood there - an hour or so - he had seen several vampires pass by. A black haired beauty had walked right past him, but she'd been too busy talking to herself to notice him. It didn't take a nuclear scientist to know she was Malkavian.
"Crazy loons", Adrien muttered to himself.
And almost right across the street, two other vampires seemed to hit it off really well, after a minor incident. One of them a dark belle with perfect make up and perfect clothes. A Toreador, no doubt.
But the man... That was a bit trickier. Adrien couldn't quite grasp his character, couldn't find any signs of what clan he might be.
"Oh well", he shrugged, figuring he'd find out soon enough, just as another female walked past him. Another female vampire. This time it was a pale femme fatale in a black satin dress and high heels. Adrien snorted. Another Toreador. Another conceited princess.
Yet, he couldn't help but to take a step out from his hiding place, to watch her as she continued down the sidewalk. Conceited or not, the Toreadors sure did know how to please the eyes.

[pixelated]

(( Heh, with all the dark beauties in this contest we'll need to start adding names. ;) ))

[veldagia]

An independent soul, I thought as I watched her struggle to her feet. Meeting her smile with a carefully measured one of my own.

I entered the room behind her, carefully surveying the faces around me. My prey had found themselves a quiet corner where they could stare longingly into each others eyes. Loosing themselves into the instant pleasures. A time when no words are needed only the faint hint of a smile upon the others lips. Reassured that I had not lost them to the rush of the city I returned my focus to the woman before me.

“I come from an ancient family. Like all that have deep roots it is a tangled history. Some time ago, we were branded as witches.” A faint nostalgic smile touched my lips. “Not all were killed; a few had the sense to hide their talents. Others as you say were burned out of recognition. But that is the past and true knowledge lies in what is before us.”

Nodding for her to follow me I stepped over to a deserted side of the bar. As I slid onto a stool I picked up the abandoned glass before me and delicately sipped the contents. Mmm Vodka. Gesturing at the array of half-empty drinks upon the table I asked with a smile. “Do you fancy a free drink and explaining how you end up on the floor of a place like this?”

[oniella]

((PLEASE, can someone intereact with Veronica? :D))

Veronica slipped out of the hotel room, making sure that no one was watching. She adjusted her shirt and skirt while walking back towards Sunset Blvd.

The neon lights were flashing and the traffic flowing, and the night had just begun.

((for right now it's ok if you god mod her a bit...^.^, she prefers males, but females are just as nice :D))

[GreenStraws]

ooc;; I changed my mind. Ill put it here. :D

As it continued to grow later, Lhidias did not move far at all. There was no reason to anyway.
Serveral vampires, he had noticed, were out and about tonight as well. Watching them with somewhat of a sparkle in his eye, at one point he even smiled.
To be hit in the head by a door... The female's reaction was to be expected. Thinking about it for a moment, he decided he too would be rather annoyed by that. Yet her reaction... Priceless.

He could find no one suitable to save his life, honestly. /How the hell am I--/
His thoughts were interuppted by a low, seductive voice.
"Hey baby.."

His eyes flicked up, only to look into those of a young woman. A prostitute, no doubt. He said not a word, and instead crossed his arms over his chest. He would not stoop so low as to take her. Oh no.. She was obviously too tainted. He could tell by the simple look in her eye.

"Come on..." She said, pale, long fingers brushing his chest.

A look of anger, and he shoved her aside. The woman, blinking in surprise, uttered a few choice words, and stalked off, tripping once on her own heels.
/Bloody moron./

Lhidias left his place, and continued on his way down Sunset. Would he honestly have no luck tonight at all?

[Doddibot]

Ada looked solemnly out of her bedroom window of her sire’s mansion in Brentwood Heights, overlooking the Santa Diego Freeway and Sunset Boulevard. Her sire, Paul (or even, sometimes, ‘father’) to her but Mr d'Auvergne to kine and most other kindred, was in a conference. He was still in the mansion, but in his office…on the phone…working.

Ada was sick of this. She wanted to do something tonight; Something a bit more fun than messing with the estate security guards or eavesdropping on Paul. She returned her gaze to the window, and looked towards Hollywood. Perhaps, she thought, she could just head out shopping for a bit.

Ada walked down the long hallway, and as she passed her sire’s office, without even stopping, she said “I’m just stepping out for a bit”. It didn’t really matter if he heard her or not – Paul wouldn’t approve, even though he knew she could take care of herself.

After grabbing a quick something to drink out of the refrigerator (Ada, like most Ventrue, had very selective tastes in vitae, and so couldn’t rely on hunting to satisfy her thirst), she walked outside. At first, the guards would attempt stop her if she left without Mr d’Avergne’s permission, but they soon learned that only the strongest of minds can resist the dominating will of a stubborn teenage Ventrue. They no longer tried.

(ooc: Am I allowed to use disciplines on kine? I promise I won't use them on anyone else's characters, or even kindred, if you don't want. Please?!)

[oniella]

((lmao, wee prostitutes and pimps galore))

Veronica walked among the mortals of Sunset Blvd, traveling to her next destination, The Viper Room.
The night had grown busy and there seemed to be more people than normal on the streets. People were bumping into her left and right and she couldn't help but tell them off. A few "What the fuck"s and "Who the hell do you think you are"s worked perfectly.
It was until she saw him. She knew she would have fun tonight.

Veronica lifted her gaze from the ground to what was in front of her, a gorgeously handsom man. She looked him straight into the eyes and she knew, she knew that he too was a vampire.... and so she smiled and quickly pulled him aside. A quick grab by the hand and tug into a nearby alley was all that was done.

"So, who are you mi amor?" Veronica said as she put on her seductive smile, making it clear that she was one of his kind.

((towards Lhidias))

[PennyTheCorgi]

Celeste stood silently in the shadows, her eyes glinting with a feral gleam. She watched Adrien glide down the sidewalk, silent and shadowlike. An amused smile played at her lips. Adrien was like her, a fremere. Turning her attention back to the street, Celeste watched a young man wander down the opposite sidewalk. He clutched a piece of paper in his hands and glanced around, clearly confused. Smiling, Celeste watched him glance around at the street signs and back at the paper. "Yes" she though " He'll do nicely." Gliding up behind him, she sunk her fangs into his pale throat, feeling the warm blood trickle down her throat and the life seep from his pathetic human body.

[trampledsneakers]

((ooc: Damia is SO cool! x] And everyone's vamps are so unique. We'll miss you and Cole Tea. :[ Hope you don't mind me poking Damien, Atropa. ))

The shuffle of feet was subtle, only noticeable to her greatly honed Toreador-induced senses. Someone had moved behind her. A tiny smile played upon her lips and she slowed her walk slightly. Perhaps those feet belonged to the body that also possessed the intense pair of eyes that had been staring so intently at her only moments ago?

Vevila pivoted to face the stranger, her hair billowing out behind her like a silken curtain. Her deep amethyst and ruby gems of eyes focused upon the man and she quirked a brow, tacitly asking him what he was looking at.

"Evening," the word slipped effortlessly from her cerise-hued lips. Her voice was a surprising blend of velvety sounds, the full embodiment of her namesake. She tilted her head elegantly downward in a nod of acknowledgement; a movement so small and fluid, and yet it possesed inestimable charm and allure.

[GreenStraws]

ooc;; Shit. I had it all typed out, and once again, it all vanished. I hate this. -sob-
Here we go again...

"So, who are you mi amor?" Veronica said as she put on her seductive smile, making it clear that she was one of his kind.Annoyance set it. This seemed to be a hopeless endeavor so far. All he could see were those whom he wanted nothing to do with. Lhidias continued on his way down the sidewalk, not a single person catching his eye.

Yet, suddenly, he found himself face to face with a rather stunning woman. /She might just do.../ Her eyes met his with an air of confidence, and he was knocked off guard. It was unlikely for anyone to be /that/ forward, without the air of prostitution.
As her hand took his, he did nothing to stop her, curious.

A dark alley, and the silence was broken by her voice.
"So, who are you mi amor?" Low and seductive, and that smile. She--

Lhidias's features softened into a look of amusement. "One of us, hmm?" he said, his own voice low, quiet. He scanned her quickly, unable to pick up what clan she may be. /Perhaps.. But no. She did not seem to have the right attitude.../
"Lhidias." Was his simple answer to her question. Nothing more needed to be said, and he would say no more than he felt was neccessary. He never did.

[oniella]

((sowez Greenie))

"One of us, hmm?" he said, his own voice low, quiet.
"Lhidias."

She couldn't help but laugh, he was far too cute.
"Well hello Lhidias, i'm Veronica ..."

She walked around the man and looked him up and down.
"Hmm, your certainly not a Toreador *clasps hands together* your a Brujah arn't you!? God, i'm good... "
She laughed.

She playfully smiled, "Well my sweet, wanna go to The Viper Room with me? I mean unless you have some other plans?" She faked a frown, making sure it was doused in seduction.

Oh he's so lovely, don't you want him Veronica, you know you want him.
Suddenly she spun around and faced the wall, Veronica whispered to herself, "Shut it! I don't want you to interfere with my night!"
She spun around and smiled.

OOC: *cries* I'm no good at rping, so please excuse me :(

[GreenStraws]

ooc;; -shrug- Ill just post again.. xDDDDD Im having fun.

Suddenly she spun around and faced the wall, Veronica whispered to herself, "Shut it! I don't want you to interfere with my night!"
She spun around and smiled."Veronica..." He repeated her name softly. "Its a pleasure to meet you..." Crossing his arms over his chest, his smile faded, yet his eyes still sparkled.

His eyes followed her as she circled him, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, your certainly not a Toreador.." She paused, and clasped her hands together. "Youre a Brujah arn't you!? God, i'm good... " A small laugh escaped her.
Lhidias smiled again, and nodded. "Are you saying I appear to not be a Toreador?" He asked, smile turning into a smirk.
He still didn't know what she was, and stayed silent, not wanting to guess /wrong/.

She was pretty, he would admit. Exotic looking almost. not the typical beach blonde he found around here, anyway.

"Well my sweet, wanna go to The Viper Room with me? I mean unless you have some other plans?"
He thought for a moment, but before he had the chance to reply, Veronica had spun around to face the wall, and he heard her whisper to herself. /Malkavian./

"I would love to.." He said simply, returning her smile.

[devoshka]

Wow I get up to this, you all this is great! Now to answer some questions. As this is a contest and there is a hunter unfortunately there can only be ONE character per person. If it were just a freeform RP then I would say go for it.

As to the disciplines, I'm going to have to say no. I would LOVE to use them, but it wouldn't be fair at this moment in time to use them even if they weren't on the Kindred as not everyone who's in the contest is familiar with them. Maybe after this contest, if things go well then maybe I'll put up a freeform version of this and then we could add other elements to it ;)

I'm sorry to see you go TeaJunkPandy

Remember to put in your destination in a post and bold it! :)

[skylark]

Eeeeeeep!

Are Apps still open?

And do we need pictures beyond the application? I can't take pics right now... *gruble graphics card, grumble* But if I could re-use old pics from a contest, Esther would loooooooooove to join?

Please let me know!

[devoshka]

Yes apps are still open and no you don't need pics beyond the application round :)

I would love to see Esther join as she's a beautiful speciman of a Nosferatu

[skylark]

Nosferatu
Esther Rosenberg
605 (Elder)


Good evening! No need to jump, Neonate. I am one of your kind if you’d take the time to look before yelping. Who am I? Why Esther Rosenberg, of course. Ah… I can see by the look on your face that you don’t recognise the name – I suppose that I have not been to the Americas for quite some time, but Pariswas getting tiresome. Yes, Paris. I know we don’t as a rule like to travel, but I tend to be an exception to many rules.

Why so jumpy? Oh – you really are a young blood aren’t you? Still changing? No, I’m not going to hurt you so you do not need to threaten with the return of your sire. Care for some company? Some idle chatter? It’ll keep your mind off the pain. Not in the mood for talking, huh? You wish to hear about me? I suppose I could tell you what it was like for me. When I was sired our clan was quite different to what it is like today. It was 605 years ago in a German town. I was the only child of a Jewish trader and our ilk was not welcome. One evening when my father was away and I was running errands I was attacked and left in the street to die. Please, forgive the bitterness in my voice, but the memory is painful. But that was not good enough for my sire. He came to me, told me of how my punishment was fitting and then embraced me and abandoned me. Yes, I went through the change alone. Yes, I had to teach myself what I was. Needless to say I left and tried to make my own way in the world – until I made the mistake of feeding on a Ventrue’s spy, which is when an enclave of our kind found me and bargained for my life with information. Yes, that is very different from today – although some I fear, still sire out of hatred. Me? No – I have never sired and probably never will. I find others Neonates more than enough to keep out of trouble.

I have travelled the world since. Information is our clan’s lifeblood and I make sure that it gets around. You know Shreknet? Never guessed an Elder was behind the modernising, did you? No – keeping to old ways and old methods won’t help us to survive. And it is so much quicker than waiting for someone like me to arrive like the Pony Express. Although it is best to visit places in person from time to time to keep an eye on things, besides which – I always follow the stars. Crazy? Perhaps, but some habits are hard to kill.

Why thank you. It is not often I am called kind. No, definitely not to the other clans! They see what they need to see. Most of them are stuck up gits who think they own the world. It’s good to remind them that they’re not. Besides – they think that we’re less, that we can be bullied because we are openly monstrous. *spits* Arrogant pigs! Worse than any of us. I will admit they are good for a bit of fun and information, now and again.


Ah look – there your sire. Give him this flash drive and tell him to look at the file called “Obliette”. Yes. Some things are better delivered in person. But now I must go feed…


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http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o59/mhaward/snapshot_f2ad4db2_72d3a6b8.jpg

Sorry it's so long - I was having fun with it. :)

[SwiftSign_SC]

Liikc walked down the near empty road. She kept in the shadows, and ran her hands across every tree in her passing. This was not her world, maybe coming here was all just a big mistake. The woods were calling to her... calling her back. She was out of her depth, even the animals here spoke differently.

She felt so alone, nothing to comfort her fears other than the whistle of the late night wind, and rustle of the familiar trees and the sparkling stars looming over head. The vibe of the city was intriguing, however to Liikc it wasnt home, and could never be.

Here only the shadows were able to comfort her. And they were not the warmest of greetings.

As she looked to the stars her eyes shone a bright orange, and her skin looked a slightly lighter shade of black. She was a misfit, but this was her chance to not be... she could be with others like her. Different... but proud and standing strong together.

She could not wait to meet another vampire. Although as she thought about it a bead of sweat ran down the back of her neck.

[skylark]

The city is alive, even at night.

Esther moves through the dark, shadowy places, the places nobody looks and watches. Watches the mortals scurrying like ants through the streets. So small, so helpless and completely oblivious to what lies beneath the surface of their world. Drinking in the air, Esther can taste the sweat and blood of a Los Angeles night, tinged with the fumes from petrol and other less savoury scents.
Paris was cleaner. The people more watchful of themselves. Here, here it is raw and real and alive.

Running her tongue over her fangs, Esther contemplates dinner. A prostitute or junkie would be easy pickings, but her hunger is not so great that 'easy' is a neccesity. Hmmmm... a dealer or pimp perhaps. Yes, its been a while since she gave someone a good fright. Grab the dealer, let him see what has grabbed him, drink until satisfied and them pump whatever chemicals he has on him into him - bad trips are such, interesting memories. It's a risk - you have to watch the bozo afterwards, but nobody believes them. Sometimes its fun to play the boogeyman.

Suddenly movement catches her eye. Interesting. If she is not mistaken, that's the d'Avergnue residence. And someone is leaving it. Someone rather primly dressed... someone rather young... and dead. It must be Paul d'Avergnue's childe. Esther smiles to herself, Ventrue: so high and mighty. Always scheming and plotting and their sandcastles fall so easily. And they're almost always good fun. Well, toying with the childe a little won't hurt and might just end up being profitable down the road.

Esther changes her course to intercept her. Nobody here looks at someone in ripped jeans and a oversized hooded jacket - they just leave the dregs alone.

But how to play with her? Which mask to put on? Grovelling and obsequient? Older and knowledgable? Rude and straightforward? Best to wing it. It all depends on whether she's Paul's lapdog or not and how much power she thinks she has.

Esther moves forward quickly and 'accidently' shoulders and stumbles into the pretty little thing. Turning her face so that the girl can just see the deformed face and fangs under the hood, Esther murmers, "My apologies."

[oniella]

"I would love to.." He said simply, returning her smile.

Veronica smiled, "Good! I can get you in easily, i'm a regular."

So she took Lhidias by the hand once more and they both walked out of the ally.
"So," Veronica said "Are from these parts? I'm not, traveled from Mexico, not to long ago."

Before Lhidias could answer her question, they were both at the entrance of The Viper Room. "Hey Steve! He's with me."
The big burly bouncer smiled at Veronica and nodded, letting both vampires into the club.

"Told you." Veronica said with a smile before they both arrived at the bar.

[AtropaMandragora]

Vevila pivoted to face the stranger, her hair billowing out behind her like a silken curtain. Her deep amethyst and ruby gems of eyes focused upon the man and she quirked a brow, tacitly asking him what he was looking at.

"Evening," the word slipped effortlessly from her cerise-hued lips. Her voice was a surprising blend of velvety sounds, the full embodiment of her namesake. She tilted her head elegantly downward in a nod of acknowledgement; a movement so small and fluid, and yet it possesed inestimable charm and allure.


Suddenly coming face to face with the lovely lady, Adrien stopped dead in his tracks. Having seen her slow down ever so slightly, he cursed himself for being taken by surprise as she turned around. It had not been his intention that she would notice him. He had only been curious, having seen so many Kindred at the same place at the same time. And she had been the one that seemed the most interesting to follow.

At first he just stared at her, eyes narrowing slightly, not wanting to make it obvious that he'd momentarily been at a loss for words.
Then he regained his composure, straightening himself up, shoulders slowly dropping until he stood before her, once again his normal, poised self; Tall and slender, though far from skinny, and with a strangely enticing air about him.

"Evening", he replied, his voice soft and husky, but with a vaguely eerie resonance, as if he was saying one thing, but meant something far more mischievous.

(((ooc; I take it you meant Adrien, trampled? ;) )))

[devoshka]

Ok I'm just giving you a heads up that you have about 18 hours left to post your destination for the night's hunt :P

[trampledsneakers]

((ooc: But of course. ;) ))

A nearly imperceptible smile slid across her lips and an expression of curiosity settled upon her delicate porcelain features. Strong presence, this one. Vevila had never been naturally adept in perceiving who among her was a Vampire, most likely due in part to her short term as a Vampire herself. A mere Neonate, she still found the ways of the Camarilla odd and alien to her. But this man--with his own fair skin and intense gaze--exuded the qualities of a Vampire. The elegant sophistication, the calm, the innate allure. One of the more aristocratic vampires, at that.

She slowly extended her slender hand toward him.

"Vevila van Roemer," she spoke in her melodious voice again, each syllable produced as beautifully as the next, before continuing. "And if I'm correct in my assumption, I believe you were staring at me not because of lust or malice, but because you know what I am." She tilted her head slightly to the side, her smile still too small to reveal the precious weapons concealed inside her near-perfect mouth.

"And if I'm not further mistaken," she paused, taking a step closer to him and locking her gaze with his, "I'd venture to say that you and I are one and the same." If he was indeed a Vampire, he would fully comprehend her. If she was mistaken, he would reveal himself to be an utterly baffled mortal, and a possible meal.

[AtropaMandragora]

She slowly extended her slender hand toward him.

"Vevila van Roemer," she spoke in her melodious voice again, each syllable produced as beautifully as the next, before continuing. "And if I'm correct in my assumption, I believe you were staring at me not because of lust or malice, but because you know what I am." She tilted her head slightly to the side, her smile still too small to reveal the precious weapons concealed inside her near-perfect mouth.

"And if I'm not further mistaken," she paused, taking a step closer to him and locking her gaze with his, "I'd venture to say that you and I are one and the same." If he was indeed a Vampire, he would fully comprehend her. If she was mistaken, he would reveal himself to be an utterly baffled mortal, and a possible meal.


Adrien's dark green eyes, with a ting of brown locked with hers, piercing right through them. He was trying to determine what her intentions were. No doubt had she made him a victim, had he not been a vampire himself. But now?
Adrien had made a habit of being cautious around non-Tremere Kindred. He knew all too well the Tremere were mistrusted amongst the other clans, and in return, he mistrusted them right back. And because of the Tremere hierarchy, it was easy to know who was one of his own, and who wasn't. This one was not. But, he couldn't say he didn't enjoy her company so far.

Always the gentleman (well... almost always...), he lifted her extended hand to his lips, and gave it a soft, swift kiss.
"Adrien de la Cour. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
He let go of her hand, and added with a vague smile:
"And no, milady, you are not mistaken. Now, you'll either have to excuse me, or walk with me. I'm afraid I have places to go, and people to see. Care to follow me to the Walk Of Fame?"
And with a sly smile he leaned in closer, and added yet another remark;
"There's always something for everyone."

[trampledsneakers]

"Adrien de la Cour. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

Vevila finally extended her smile enough to allow the two pointed canines to peek out between her two full lips. She nodded gracefully again, although slightly taken aback by his kissing her hand; the men of this day and age hardly made such shows of respect. This certainly added credibility to her belief that he too was a Vampire. 'Must be older than I,' she thought silently to herself. Neonates were most prevalent in L.A.; the continual embraces by new vampires led to a steady supply of new generations. Older vampires however--they were rare.

"Likewise," was her simple but pleased response. She felt a pang of relief when he said that he indeed was a blood-sucker like herself; he was so charming and handsome, it would have been a shame to have had to kill him. At the suggestion that she join him on a stroll to the Walk of Fame, Vevila quirked a brow and grinned.

"Well, you leave me little choice then. The Walk of Fame it is." This time it was she who took a step closer, and now the two vampires were very close. He was slightly taller than she was, so she had to tilt her head slightly upward to meet his eyes.

"Funny. I wouldn't expect you to have a taste for that kind of blood; I would think that a man of your sophistication would be very particular. No whores and drug addicts for you." She winked and smiled coyly, backing away a frew steps before turning her back to him and continuing walking. She began speaking over her shoulder to him, still not fully turned around.

"So you're of French ancestry, hm? De la Coeur? 'Of the Heart.' Ironic."

[oniella]

((btw: Veronica and Lhidias are at The Viper Room))

[pompom]

((ooc:Yay my first post! ^^))

Colette always whent out later at night. Because it was when "the fun starts" she thought. She stepped out onto her front porch an thought "Where to?" She stood thinking a minute then she decided to go to "The Viper Room." She got in to her car.

When she arrived at the club the line was huge. She walked over to the big guy in front. She turned on her charm and said "Hi Steve! Can I get in?" she winked at him. "Of course Colette!" He nodded. She stepped in to the bright light of the club and looked around. She looked over tonights crowd. She saw the woman who had been there ever night, Veronica...something and the guy she picked up this night.

She went over to the bar and said "A vodka martini, please." She sat at the bar and looked around.

[~LadyAshe~]

Do me a favor and save me a spot in the Brujah clan. i'll be back tommorrow. promise.

[Gerbera]

((Uhm ... Haylifer, do you want to continue the rps we started earlier?
If not I'll write an rp just for my own character later today ...

Vosh: Stella will go to Mann's Chinese Theatre.))

[veldagia]

((Mina's in the middle of a RP with Damia and I might not get home from work before the deadline for destinations. So can I just say she's heading to the Mann's Chinese Theatre after her interactions with Damia :D Hope this isn't against the rules I was hoping to manage to RP her over there.

Pixelated if you want you can incorporate this into a RP if you post before the deadline.))

[devoshka]

LadyAshe looking forward to seeing you join, but in your first RP I'll need you to pick a destination for the night's feed. I will extend the deadline till Saturday morning my time (which is Friday night for those of you in the US), so that those of you can get the RPs in and also the last minute entry in. So if anyone wants to join has to do it now, as this will be closing for new entries when the cutoff is.

[GreenStraws]

ooc;; Onie, sorry this took so long. :/ I was really not in the mood at /all/ yesterday.
And yes Dev, Lhidias is in the Viper Room... Hawt, I know.

"Told you." Veronica said with a smile before they both arrived at the bar.Her response to his answer was a smile.
"Good! I can get you in easily, I'm a regular."

Lhidias still looked at her, a faint expression of amusement on his face, and nodded.
/This.. Veronica.. She is interesting, certainly.../ Her hand took his, and he let her lead, still curious. It was unlike him to be so willing to go anywhere, do anything.

His thoughts were broken by her voice. "So.. Are from these parts?" She asked sweetly, that smile still upon her lips. "I'm not, traveled from Mexico, not too long ago."
/Ah ha, so that explained the exotic look, and her facial features./ He flicked his head in the direction of the man she talked to, his hair brushing across his face.
"Hey Steve! He's with me."
No expression crossed Lhidias's face, not a smile or a frown. He simply looked at this /Steve/ with a look of interest and unattatchment, and followed Veronica inside, leaving the rather large man somewhat confused.

"Told you." Her voice came again, with a smile as they approached the polished bar.
"That you did..." He replied. "And Mexico..? That explains it." He paused for a moment, debating how much to tell. "Im from the middle east.. The way it /was/, anyway."

[Doddibot]

As Ada left, she turned over her shoulder to look back at her estate. Suddenly, someone bumped into her. Someone who hadn't had a shower in long time, wearing torn clothing and a hooded jacket. The figure murmured something, but Ada didn't hear.

No doubt a homeless begger, looking for scraps of the hard-earned wealth of her neighbours, Ada thought to herself, don't make eye contact. Just keep walking....just keep moving. And she did, until the odour abated.

Ada continued along the streets of Brentwood Hills, enjoying the (now fresh) night air. Well, she didn’t really enjoy it as a mortal might have, but the freedom was refreshing. However, Ada wasn’t dressed for a long walk, and it was still a fair way to anywhere even remotely exciting. She considered walking back to her home and convincing her chauffeur to take her out for the night, but then remembered this was supposed to be an exciting activity, not the usual tedium of her life. So, deciding to do something quite brave (for a Ventrue), she called a cab.

After waiting for far too long, a dirty yellow cab finally arrived for her. Ada stepped in, but only once she had opening the door…for herself! It smelt like Nosferatu inside!

“Where to, gal?” asked the driver, a plump man with a strong accent – Spanish, it seemed, but not from the European mainland. Cuba perhaps?

“I’ll have you refrain from addressing me that way.” She reprimanded, then softened the driver by handing over a crisp $50. “To you, I shall be addressed as ma’am. Now, drive west, towards Hollywood. I’ll instruct you further when I get there…”

The driver said nothing, startled by the young girl's demeanour, and turned the ignition. As engine stared, so too did the air conditioning and with it, the stench returned. Ada covered her nose with a silk handkerchief that she pulled from her handbag, and gazed out into the night.

[Haylifer]

Stella laughed. "You are funny!" Of course they aren't. You seem to be a bit lost. I am just as thirsty as you are. If you want to, we can hunt together.
I'll show you how we do that here!"


"Thankyou." I accept Stella's offer. "Well, where do you recommend we start? I'm sure you know the area better than I."

Suddenly it starts. A voice that sounds like fingernails scraped down a blackboard, metallic and painful. It doesn't speak - it screams.

SACRILEGE! SACRILEGE! DO NOT TRUST THE BODY I RESIDE UNTO ANOTHER TO FIND YOUR FOOD! IT'S A TRAP! A TRAP! YOU WEAKLING! YOU FOOL!

Noise! I need noise! Lots of it, and quickly. The voice goes on, and there is nothing to distract from it. I can't bear it much longer. The next few seconds blur into each other, until I find myself on the floor, hands over my ears and shouting deliriously.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up, you demented old cow!"

[Gerbera]

((thankies :D ))

"Thankyou." I accept Stella's offer. "Well, where do you recommend we start? I'm sure you know the area better than I."

Suddenly it starts. A voice that sounds like fingernails scraped down a blackboard, metallic and painful. It doesn't speak - it screams.

SACRILEGE! SACRILEGE! DO NOT TRUST THE BODY I RESIDE UNTO ANOTHER TO FIND YOUR FOOD! IT'S A TRAP! A TRAP! YOU WEAKLING! YOU FOOL!

Noise! I need noise! Lots of it, and quickly. The voice goes on, and there is nothing to distract from it. I can't bear it much longer. The next few seconds blur into each other, until I find myself on the floor, hands over my ears and shouting deliriously.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up, you demented old cow!"

After Icarus had accepted her offer, Stella said "Then let's go in this direction" because she wanted to go to Mann's Chinese Theater, a really beautiful and famous place, one of her favorite places in this area of the town.
But Icarus didn't seem to listen to her. He made a strange face, as if his was being tortured and suddenly he screamed and fell down.
Stella was shocked and completely lost. "What have I done?!" she wondered and then ... "Madness is common in his clan, I know that." What she didn't know was what to do. How do you calm down a mad person?
Some people had already stopping passing by and watched the two of them.
"If that fool doesn't stop soon they'll know we are not human!" Stella thought. She tried to smile and look confident. "Everythings okay, walk on, he's fine!" "That's so ridiculous ...."
"Icarus, come on, everything's fine, let's just walk on, okay?!" He still didn't answer. At least he had stopped screaming, but he breathed hard ...
"Are you okay now?! We really must go now, find some victims ..."

[oniella]

"Told you." Her voice came again, with a smile as they approached the polished bar.
"That you did..." He replied. "And Mexico..? That explains it." He paused for a moment, debating how much to tell. "Im from the middle east.. The way it /was/, anyway."

((it's ok :D))

Veronica furrowed her eyebrows, "The middle east? Before the war then? What 30 something years?"

The couple reached the bar and sat down. The bartender quickly took their orfer.
"Hmm, I think i'll have a Grey Goose," She turned to Lhidias "bloody mary's are so traditional!"

Without Lhidias' decesion yet, Veronica recieved her drink first. She guled and exhaled.
"God knows what this i'll do to me!" With that Veronica laughed.

((sorry it's crap, it's also 5 am >.<))

[PennyTheCorgi]

Celeste wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and shoved the boy away from her. The was not quite dead yet and omited a low moan. Celeste ignored him. Glancing up and down the quiet street. I need a change she though. A poster caught the corner of her eye and she turned, smiling. "To The Viper Room then." she purred.

Added Celeste's picture. :)

[AtropaMandragora]

"Funny. I wouldn't expect you to have a taste for that kind of blood; I would think that a man of your sophistication would be very particular. No whores and drug addicts for you." She winked and smiled coyly, backing away a frew steps before turning her back to him and continuing walking. She began speaking over her shoulder to him, still not fully turned around.

"So you're of French ancestry, hm? De la Coeur? 'Of the Heart.' Ironic."



An amused grin spread across Adrien's face as he followed her down the sidewalk and eventually caught up with her.
"Isn't it?" he smiled.

He was not one to be particularly fond of the company of other vampires, but this one piqued his interest. She was bold, and quite clearly not a stranger to playing games. Mind games, or otherwise. And Adrien liked playing games.

"However", he said as they continued on towards the Walk Of Fame. "This time, mademoiselle, you ARE mistaken. Whores and drug addicts? Perish the thought. I flatter myself with thinking I have quite a refined taste. The Walk Of Fame is not all it appears to be. Like I said, there's something for everyone. What I require may not be there in plenty, it may be hard to find, but when you do... it tastes oh so sweet. The hunt is part of the thrill."

[trampledsneakers]

Vevila chuckled softly as he appeared along the periphery of her vision. He was clever, and not entirely mean-spirited. He didn't seem overtly vain, or self-centered. That eliminated almost all of the other clans. Her bet was on Tremere.

As he explained how he would satiate his hunger not with hookers or other degenerates but with far better blood, she couldn't help but smile.

"The hunt is part of the thrill."

She now turned to face him as they continued to walk, her interest peaked.

"Ahh, so I have a fan of cat and mouse in my midst? Quality not quantity, the longer the wait the greater the payoff, and all that?" Vevila smirked and gave a nod of agreement. "It's a shame though; the whores and the drug addicts are of the least use to society, so it would be most beneficial to be rid of them instead of the purer blood you thirst for."

The night had descended upon them quickly, and all the streetlamps had flickered on to provide the minimal amount of lighting possible. The streets were lined with an array of diverse people, all beckoning her to them. Both literally and figuratively; while some men followed her with their eyes, telling her to choose them, her own thirst for blood compelled her to indulge them--only for her own benefit.

[pixelated]

(( Argh, I've had loads of work and little time for play (and RP). :( In case I don't get time to write something up, I'm going to assume Damia followed Mina to Mann's Chinese Theatre. Hopefully some creativity and time will come to me before tomorrow morning though! ))

[skylark]

(( Erm... Doddibot seemed to have missed my post referencing her... should I just pretend Ada didn't pay any attention to Esther? For now let's say Esther is going to the Walk of Fame, pending any changes... like tailing a certain Ventue.))

[GreenStraws]

ooc;; Haha, the joys of roleplaying at 5am, eh?
By the way, skylark, I absolutely /adore/ Esther, even though she scares the crap out of me. xD

"God knows what this i'll do to me!" With that Veronica laughed.Her brow furrowed. Lhidias couldn't help but think how cute she looked when she did so, and he bit his tongue.
"The middle east? Before the war then? What 30 something years?"

He laughed. Actually laughed. "No my dear, far earlier than that." With a slight wink as he turned to face the bartender, he still wore a look of honest amusement. /30 something years.. If only../

"Hmm, I think i'll have a Grey Goose," Veronica said, turning to look at him. "Bloody Mary's are so traditional!"
He smiled, and nodded slightly. "Gin and tonic for me."

"God knows what this will do to me!" she said laughing, as she took a sip of her drink.
A mischievious smirk, and Lhidias shrugged. "Who knows, we'll just have to find out.."

His fingers closed around his own drink as the bartender handed to him. The glass was cold, and he drank, the cool liquid and the tang of alcohol going down his throat.

[Doddibot]

(( Erm... Doddibot seemed to have missed my post referencing her... should I just pretend Ada didn't pay any attention to Esther? For now let's say Esther is going to the Walk of Fame, pending any changes... like tailing a certain Ventue.))

((Hmm, sorry. I only skimmed over it, but was looking for the name Ada. Oh well, you are Nosferatu, so not only are you very hard to look at, but you also can obfuscate. But, because we can't use disciplines, we'll have to say Ada didn't happen to take any notice of you, rather than my preferred alternative of Esther being in the taxi causing that wretched smell. If I can, I'll quickly edit that in))

[~LadyAshe~]

I hope it's not to late to apply:

Name: Emma Wielding
Age: Neonate ~ 20 years
Coven: Brujah

Bio:
Emma, not much you can say about Emma. She takes everything and turns it into a dangerous situation. She lives for danger. Just don't mess with her. Cause you'll be the corpse, not her...


Ha ha I'm SMART! I zipped 'em (well "rar" but you get the point)

[oniella]

His fingers closed around his own drink as the bartender handed to him. The glass was cold, and he drank, the cool liquid and the tang of alcohol going down his throat.

((I know :eviltongu .... ))

Veronica giggled and lifted her drink, tasting the very last drop of her Grey Goose.
Music played in the background and she turned her head. "Oh I love this song! Come... come dance with me!"

Veronica walked slowly over to the dance floor, where the band was playing, leaving her glass at the bar, and started to move to the music. Her hands roamed her body and her eyes were closed as she sighed and groaned. Then she laughed and ran over to Lhidias. "Come on!"

She held on to his hand and squeezed it.

((... eh a bit pg-13... um her hands roaming is like.... not like that :lol: ... so shh))

[~LadyAshe~]

Emma jumps to a start after a bad dream. She holds the thin layer of covers over her and look at her alarm clock:

10:37

D****t! She spring up and pushes the corpse from last night out of her way as she pulls on a corset. I'll deal with it later. She realizes that she is practally starving and runs out, hair unbrushed and everything. The doorman in tthe lobby says "Have a good night Ms. Wielder", she kicks him out of the way and goes through the doors.

She drives down to Sunset Blvd. and stops outside of a club. The Viper Room. Sounds interesting. She parks the car and walks in, suddenly spotting a fellow clan member dancing with a girl. She decides to play a dirty little Trick on Lhidias.

"Lhidias! How could you!" He looks at Emma weirdly. "You were supposed to call me! What a boyfriend you are!" Emma walks off with a smirk on her face. That'll teach you to fall for a Malkavian.

Em walks over to the bar where she orders some Belvedere. She waits, and watches...

((Oniella, you can take it from here if you want to.))

[SheElf]

Weeee!!! Is there time for my baby to join?
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v682/AnnieBonnie/Angels%20and%20Mermaids/Arminia1.jpg

or maybe her...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v682/AnnieBonnie/Angels%20and%20Mermaids/snapshot_5354b3c0_3354b755.jpg

[~LadyAshe~]

((I'll be off, I live in seattle, WA so, feel free to play Emma, just read her bio thing near the top of the threads. I'll keep the screen up, and check every few min for people.))

[devoshka]

Ok sheelf if you are able to get the info in done in the next 4 hours you can still join (and both of your ladies are beautiful), but in your app you MUST put the location of your night's feeding along with an rp. This will be the last one to join as I can't hold up the others who are here, waiting on some apps. :)


So this post marks the end of applications, they are now closed.

[oniella]

Emma jumps to a start after a bad dream. She holds the thin layer of covers over her and look at her alarm clock:

10:37

D****t! She spring up and pushes the corpse from last night out of her way as she pulls on a corset. I'll deal with it later. She realizes that she is practally starving and runs out, hair unbrushed and everything. The doorman in tthe lobby says "Have a good night Ms. Wielder", she kicks him out of the way and goes through the doors.

She drives down to Sunset Blvd. and stops outside of a club. The Viper Room. Sounds interesting. She parks the car and walks in, suddenly spotting a fellow clan member dancing with a girl. She decides to play a dirty little Trick on Lhidias.

"Lhidias! How could you!" He looks at Emma weirdly. "You were supposed to call me! What a boyfriend you are!" Emma walks off with a smirk on her face. That'll teach you to fall for a Malkavian.

Em walks over to the bar where she orders some Belvedere. She waits, and watches...

((Oniella, you can take it from here if you want to.))


((lmao but that's weird... I can't rp to that until Greenie rp's for Lhidias....and how do you know she's a Malkavian? ... I think I might just ignore it....))

[Haylifer]

"Icarus, come on, everything's fine, let's just walk on, okay?!" He still didn't answer. At least he had stopped screaming, but he breathed hard ...
"Are you okay now?! We really must go now, find some victims ..."

The pain's still there, even if the screeching isn't. My head feels like it's been cracked open. But this time, the voice comes soothing and calm. A young girl's voice. The one that always rescues me.

It's gone. You're okay, Icarus. You'll be fine.. I made it go away. I saved you, Icarus. If anyone saw you, well God knows what would have happened.

I manage to open my eyes, and pick myself up off the floor. I turn to Stella, and sigh apologetically.

"I'm sorry about that. It couldn't be helped. I think I really need a strong drink.. I could just do with a drunkard right now. Blood laced with alcohol.. My favourite liqueur, I must recommend it. Mann's Chinese Theatre, you say? Perhaps you could introduce me to some others of our kind, if we should chance upon them."

[SwiftSign_SC]

Liikc was starting to get used to these urban surroundings, although her sensitive hearing was doing little good for her as motors flew down the road. Her head was starting to hurt.

Suddenly her nose picked up something... it was an amazing smell...

The Man's Chinese was right opposite her, and whether it was the sweet and sour smell or the sweet taste in the air of fresh blood, no-one could tell.

[~LadyAshe~]

((She recongnises Veronica from somewhere, and I read your app :) ))

[~LadyAshe~]

Emma looks around at the club for food, she was starting to perish. She spots a biker pulling up outside. He'll do. She comes outside and looks at the bike

"Nice Ride." he replies "Thanks." Emma flashes him a little smile, "Can I take a ride?" They ride over to a nearby park, and he stops. "It's a beautiful night isn't it?" she says.

Em pulls back up to The Viper Room, alone, on a motorcycle.

[Gerbera]

"I'm sorry about that. It couldn't be helped. I think I really need a strong drink.. I could just do with a drunkard right now. Blood laced with alcohol.. My favourite liqueur, I must recommend it. Mann's Chinese Theatre, you say? Perhaps you could introduce me to some others of our kind, if we should chance upon them."

Stella was relieved. Icarus seemed to be back to normal - normal in a Malavian way of course.
"Yeah, I'm sure we'll meet some other Vampires around, this place is quite popular. And you are in Hollywood, so we'll find a drunkard for you ..."

A short time later they arrived at the theatre and begun to scan the crowd.

Stella saw a good looking man, tall, athletic, not rich, problably an immigrant from some South American country. He would be perfect, at first she'd seduce him and then drink his blood ... He had drunken a little alcohol as well, she could smell that. "Red wine, how I love that!"
It seemed as if Icarus had found a victim as well.
Stella said "Let's have our feast first, I can see you need it and I do as well. Just drag your victim to some darker corner and be careful that noone sees you. Then we'll meet here again and I'll introduce you to the others - some are already here."
Without awaiting his answer she walked over to the man she had spotted. He saw her coming and was immediatley charmed by her appearance. He would be an easy prey for her ...
"Hi ... I have a problem with my car, will you help me?!" "Of ... Of course!" "Pretending to be cute and helpless always works." They walked to a dark corner of a smaller side street and she bit him quickly. He was so surprised that he didn't try to protect himself at first. When he started to fight back it was already too late for him. "Ah, sweet blood ... How I had needed that. It's a shame though, such a handsome man .." She wiped her mouth and went back to the Theater, humming.
"I hope Icarus was successful as well."
He was nowhere to be seen so she sat down. Stella could feel that others were close, very close. She concentratd to find out who it was but then ...

((Haylifer or some other person can come in here :) ))

[AtropaMandragora]

"Ahh, so I have a fan of cat and mouse in my midst? Quality not quantity, the longer the wait the greater the payoff, and all that?" Vevila smirked and gave a nod of agreement. "It's a shame though; the whores and the drug addicts are of the least use to society, so it would be most beneficial to be rid of them instead of the purer blood you thirst for."


Adrien smirked. He could think of several good uses for them. But he wasn't about to say it out loud.
Instead he nodded.
"And all that", he said, with the hint of an ironic smile.

They continued down the sidewalk of Hollywood Boulevard, and soon found that people seemed to move out of their way. Not once did they bump into anyone, nor did they have to change their course ever so slightly.
Adrien was used to it. It had been like this ever since he was born, and even more notable since he had been embraced. Back when he'd been human, people had known who and what he was - a nobleman - and stepped out of his way, like good little commoners.
And these days he still carried himself with such a regal posture that people still listened to their little inner voices, telling them they were not worthy of walking in his path.
"So", he said as he watched the passersby watching Vevila. "Since you now know me so intimately, tell me, what's your preference?"
He smirked again, suggesting:
"Some poor sod with a good taste in women?"

[trampledsneakers]

Vevila laughed softly at Adrien's words. He was certainly a clever vampire, that was for certain. She felt oddly important walking beside him; it was much akin to Moses' parting of the Red Sea. Wherever they walked, anyone obstructing their path would simply move to the side, out of the way. She had not once been purposefully bumped into by some drunk hoping to cop a feel at the slightest opportunity. It was, admittedly, nice for a change.

"Since you now know me so intimately, tell me, what's your preference?" She glanced over at him, brow raised and the corner of her mouth tugged upwards into a smirk matching his own.

"Some poor sod with a good taste in women?"

She chuckled and turned her gaze back directly in front of her, not looking him in the eyes.

"Should I be flattered by that?" She looked over to him from the corning of her eyes, still not turning her head.

"Perhaps, I suppose. I never touch women; not unless absolutely forced to. Something about how they're so...defenseless, just puts me off. I know how it feels." She trailed off, silent for only a fleeting moment before continuing. "Men however," she grinned, fangs exposed briefly, "that's a different case entirely. They're just too easy! You bat your eyelashes a few times, and they're as good as yours. I'm a bit picky about who I choose," she paused and bit the corner of her lip, appearing to be in deep thought.

"I take those I feel have little to offer to society. Those I feel might have a better life ahead of them, who have something to contribute, or have no reason to die, I leave them be. I try to at least give them a chance. It's the little good I am still capable of in an existance as horrible as mine." Vevila looked over at Adrien, her eyes now alight with an exuberance and livelihood that was a true rarity in Vampires. "It appears some of my human is showing. Don't mind me; I'm still a little too...naive, for the vampire world thus far."

As she said this, she clapped her hands together with a look of satisfaction before kneeling down suddenly to examine one of the stars.

"John Lennon! I always was a fan of the Beatles," she smiled brightly up at him before glancing back down and running her slender fingers over the smooth surface of the star.

[~LadyAshe~]

((finaly some activity around here))

[pixelated]

An independent soul, I thought as I watched her struggle to her feet. Meeting her smile with a carefully measured one of my own.

I entered the room behind her, carefully surveying the faces around me. My prey had found themselves a quiet corner where they could stare longingly into each others eyes. Loosing themselves into the instant pleasures. A time when no words are needed only the faint hint of a smile upon the others lips. Reassured that I had not lost them to the rush of the city I returned my focus to the woman before me.

“I come from an ancient family. Like all that have deep roots it is a tangled history. Some time ago, we were branded as witches.” A faint nostalgic smile touched my lips. “Not all were killed; a few had the sense to hide their talents. Others as you say were burned out of recognition. But that is the past and true knowledge lies in what is before us.”

Nodding for her to follow me I stepped over to a deserted side of the bar. As I slid onto a stool I picked up the abandoned glass before me and delicately sipped the contents. Mmm Vodka. Gesturing at the array of half-empty drinks upon the table I asked with a smile. “Do you fancy a free drink and explaining how you end up on the floor of a place like this?”

"I forgot. Sometimes the mind runs faster than the feet, which is curious since it's all stuck inside my head. Nothing an ice pick couldn't fix, I s'pose."
Damia looked over the table, picking up one glass after another and sniffing the contents. She settled for a glass filled with something of a deep purple colour that smelled strongly of violet, and sipped it while measuring Mina with her eyes. A long awkward silence followed.

"What about them? They smell orange." Damia inquired, and nodded towards the couple at the table. "Love is all you need? It's not true. You need to breathe, aswell." she hesitated for a moment, apperantly thinking this trough. "And water, food, and..."

If this was a cartoon, this is the moment where a light bulb would have appeared over Damia's head. Her expression transformed into a mischievous grin, showing a hint of a pair of tiny white fangs. "I finally caught up with them! Hah! Try to outrun me will you, silly thoughts... Food! Count Jeremiah sent me here for food." Looking around the room, she continued; "This place is no good, though. Thank you for the drink, madam Butterfly, and I will see myself out thankyouverymuch. Sorry to hear about your ancestors and all that, send my best regards and well-wishes". She curtsied before Mina, drank the last of her drink, slammed down the glass on the table and walked out the door.

"Adventure lies this way, my faithful companion! To Mann's Chinese Theatre we go!"

(( Heh, Damia is not the type that'd suggest Mina to accompany her... but you're of course welcome to follow! She won't have anything against that. ^^ ))

[devoshka]

Emma can't leave the Viper room ;).....actually I'm having a bit of an issue....2 people as far as I can tell didn't put in their choice, and so by default will be placed at the trap. Sorry people but I think I've given you enough time to make a choice :P I'm working on it now, but things are going crazy right now IRL and so it probably won't be up till tomorrow my time. Sorry.

[Haylifer]

Dev, I hope you picked up my choice! It was Mann's Chinese Theatre, for the record ;]

[pixelated]

(( LadyAshe, I'd suggest reading the contest rules and how this'll work. ;) Also, since you seem to be new at this, there are a few tips I could give you on roleplaying, things you shouldn't do:
Metagaming: Means you let your character know something he/she shouldn't be able to know. "Damia: Hey Emma, I heard you killed your parents", if your character never told anyone that, it'd be... weird to say the least.
Godmodding: Basically doing things to other's characters that they haven't given permission for. Like controlling them, deciding for them how they react, and such. Like, if I'd do "Damia took up a dagger and killed Emma before she had time to react" or "Damia told Emma she was leaving, and Emma started crying".

Hope you understood the examples, and that you don't mind me using your character for them. :) ))

[~LadyAshe~]

((Not at all, and thanks, I am new at this. I thought I'd just try something new rather than be bored with my game))

[oniella]

((Lady Ashe your going wayyy to fast, first of all... if you recognize Veronica ya should have said so :P .... second, I don't think your character can look at my characters app lmao.... because that just wouldn't make sense....... and 2nd... Greenie or I haven't even been able to rp to what you have put.... so boo, everyone's in a different time period... just wait.))

[pixelated]

(( No worries, we're all newbies at one point! You can only learn by practising, after all. You seem to have a great imagination, which certainly helps. :D

Sorry about the spammage Voshie, just figured it might be useful. :) ))