ooc: Elric of Melnibone ****, to tell the truth. If you ever read the series by Michael Moorcock, you should know what I'm talking about. If not... I recommend the book ^^ Bic: The figure listened intently, not truly knowing if he should care or not. He shook away the memories from the past.
Juste rested in bed, the sun rising into his room. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the sunlight. Hands bandaged, only in his tight leather leggings, the vampire hunter got up, dizzy. He appeared sane, but full of melancholy. Juste left his room, walking about the manse that were the headquarters of the Hunters. Boots echoed in the corridors, a light fluttering of his torn cloak danced about. He wore his gloves, hiding his shameful cuts, his chest and abdomen bare, save for the bandages running about them. The vampire hunter walked, head bowed, walked about, searching for something. He shook his head from the visions of ash and blood.
Amber glowed in the distance, a rosey colour shining its brilliance within the shadows. A figure awaited another movement.
His vision went black, with screams of the dying in his ears. The perpectual nightmare continued. He screamed loudly, as if he had lost an arm, his eyes wide, his head down... He only saw darkness.
Yea, a few more people, then we'll be set.
lol, there are no Jehova Witnesses, this takes place in an alternate universe (a fantasy of my design, with some other ideals I disown). Added :P
Normal weapons, no guns; [Medievel Technology]
It's good. Added ^^
(With new ideas and old, I decided to make a new RP. Just something to pass the time and allow you to have fun.) Story! ~Prelude of the Dawn! When sorrow arises in one's hearts, angels are said to guide the lost... Angels and man scower the earth, in search of love and hope, others in lust and hate. Light and darkness break the skies, showering beads of love and death. Black and white, as blind as an ancient man. This is how the world is seen. Twinkling stars alight the minds with prayers and chants... Thus has the world been wrought. From darkness turned to light, this is how the angels sing. A special star, pink and black, a beautiful mirage that twinkles in the sky at the stroke of midnight. The moon dies for a moment and is reborn when the clock hits the minuet of awakening. This is the Twilight Star. A world of mystery, a world of paradise. A world where all ends meet. Black sands, blue suns, heavenly rose-coloured skies. The world is beautiful in the eyes of lavendar. Bring forth the fallen, bring forth the forgotten. Save them, save yourself. Thus the cycle tides. There was a world where the Dead Gods ruled, awakening the Chaos Bridge to visit the mortals. The Dead Gods now reside on the Twilight Star, where time is in its perpectual beauty. They live in a floating emerald spire, high above the Alkalide Mountains, the Dead Volcanoes of Perpectual Wrought (or "Creation"). Mortals, such as Vampires, Angels, and Humans now reside. There are cross breeds, even higher up races that are thoroughly scattered across the Pandemonium Star. The Chaos Bridge, now, only awakens to a song... Just one song given only to the Chosen One. The Minuet of the Midnight Sun. The Chaos Bridge only alights at Midnight when the song is played, when the moon is full and as blue as the Pandemonium Sun. The bridge slowly breaks. Several Banishing Swords, whose blades are never tangible unless wielded by a worthy successor, rest upon the star. The Dead Gods mock their creations... Seeking only amusement. The Gods need be overthrown by the Heroes of the Pandemonium, to restore the Twilight Star to pure beauty... Ascention, too, is worthy... The dead Heroes will ascend to a greater world, giving their power to their beloved friends... Friendship needs to be intact. Arian, the Dead God of the Blacks (The Abyss, the Nine Layers of Hell), arises to set his lesser brethren after the Heroes. Arian, the strongest of the Dead Gods, awaits their arrival with drooling lips and sharp black teeth... His tongue as long as the Laviethan and as purple as Aether's lovely lavendar. END! Rules 1. No god modelling/moding(modding) 2. No power playing 3. Keep below R-rated 4. No killing without permission 5. Any difficulties with the story at any point and time, pm me or ask a member who knows. 6. If you're to become one of the Dead Gods, pm me for permission. 7. Any question about races, just PM me. I'll allow most races, anyhow. Magicks! Geomancy ~ Magic of the Earth, of Nature Pyromancy ~ Magic of Fire Aeromancy ~ Magic of the Wind, of the Air Aquamancy ~ Magic of Water Necromancy ~ Magic of the Netherworld, of the Dead and of Demons and Devils Atrumancy ~ Magic of Darkness, of Shadow. Luminancy ~ Magic of Light Hemonancy ~ Magic of Blood OC Form Played by: Name: Race: Age: Appearance: Weapon: Banishing Blade (This won't come until later on!): Magicks: History: Personality: Likes: Dislikes: Faction (Good, Evil, Neutral): Characters Pandemonium Star Races Played by: Sessamaru Name: Yami Race: Fallen Angel Age: 3500 Appearance: Weapon: Two scimitars, Twinkle and Ivy Banishing Blade: Necros, the Greatsword of Twilight Magicks: Aeromancy and Hemonancy History: He lost his memory after his descent from the Twilight Star, not remembering who or what he is. He covers himself in his broken wings, wanting to keep everyone away from him... He doesn't want anyone to give him pity, to help him regain his lost memory. His black wings are said to hold every star in existance under their darkness. Personality: Cold, mellow, often keeps to himself; protective, easily amused, easily falls in love with the woman who reminds him of... Likes: Food, sword-dancing Dislikes: Fighting, the Dead Gods, and the terrible Pandemonium Star. Faction: Good Played by: Sessamaru Name: Chun Race: Human Age: 15 Appearance: Weapon: None Banishing Blade (This won't come until later on!): None Magicks: None History: He was born for one soul purpose... To play his emerald ocarina to awaken the Chaos Bridge! Personality: He's empty, as empty as a tool Likes: His ocarina... his music... Dislikes: Nothing Faction (Good, Evil, Neutral): Neutral (Sorta on the good side, I guess) Played by: Fayt-Harkwind Name: Kraine Race: Vampire Age: 752 (looks to be in his 30s) Appearance: http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e3.../anime-guy.jpg Weapon: a rapier called Silver Rain, decorative throwing daggers Banishing Blade (This won't come until later on!): Magicks: Hemonancy History: For as long as he can remember he has been used as a weapon, an assassin. He has always been treated like a tool until he broke free of his masters control and became a freelance assassin. Killing is the only thing he knows how to do. He was born a vampire. Personality: A cold empty man, he sometimes shows a strange feeling of joy in battle. Likes: Blood and fighting (it's his only way of life) Dislikes: Other Vampires and being controlled Faction (Good, Evil, Neutral): Neutral Played by: Deathsight44 Name: Chris Race: Angel (fallen angel to be exsact) Age: 78 (looks only 19, but he is still pretty young for an angel) Appearance: http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/HixOnxLife/toumajx2.jpg Weapon: 2 swords. One of them is a red katana, normal size, and the other is a larger katana, made of a type of black steel (sorta looks like clouds. Normally I wouldn't use weapons that are like anouther charecters from an actual anime or game, but I thought that those kinds of weapons would suit him best) Banishing Blade (This won't come until later on!): Magicks: atrumancy History: A fallen angel. he was in a revolt against one of the gods of earlier ages, while he was still young and reckless, and in doing so, he had his powers as a respected angel taken away, gaining his black wings, showing him as scum towards the public, and also to assure that he becomes an outcast, as punishment. But now, he wanders the planet, with hatred stored away in his heart for a way to slay the gods who have done this to him, but until he can, he holds off by serving as a bounty hunter. Personality: He appears to be evil, full of hatred, and appears as if he wants nothing to do with humanity. Most believe that he is purely consumed with thoughts of vengence, but he truelly does have a kind side to him, which he won't even admit to himself that he has one. Likes: Things that go boom (in other words, he likes explosions) Dislikes: Jahova witnesses (if those exsist in this thread) Faction (Good, Evil, Neutral): Neutral Played by: Akua WaterDragonKing. Name: Akua Race: Dragon Hybrid Age: 16 Appearance: (on card) Weapon: Dragon King Blade and Door To Light Blade Banishing Blade: Poseidon's Forgiveness Magicks: Aquamancy and Luminancy History: He was experiment that got lose Personality: Calm and nice mostly but can be mean Likes: Oceans,Sunsets, and Full Moons Dislikes: Watching people die and Fires Faction: Good Played by: Kingsora Name: Linax Race: vampire Age: 17 Appearance: (cant draw so ill discribe him) green cloak with black gloves and goggles on top of his head black jeans with a black vest Weapon: 2 dual swords with one extra lage sword encased in dimonds Magicks:Aeromancy History: his parents disliked him and took him out to a vally to die but a uknown person came and took Linax and put him in town Personality: funny & yet cool Likes: ramen and rice Dislikes: his parents Faction (Good, Evil, Neutral):good Twilight Star/Dead Gods
"They're not going to hear you," he said, more to the shadow in his head than to Emma. He began rambling, staring at a figure and an island that was never there. He spoke and rambled, talking to the invisible figure ahead of him. Juste began to tremble.
"The shadow... Keep the shadow away..." Juste mumbled over and over, his mind completely disoriented. He heard laughter. Only he heard laughter. The shadow danced and pranced about in his mind, dancing upon the island of ash, the streams running with blood into the vast sea of blood... He shook his head, ignoring the image.
"My weapons... I..." He began, coughing up more blood in the process. "No hospitals... Vampires... Death... Ash and Blood..." He rambled on and on, his mind befuddled, his crimson eyes lightless. The albino was lost in his subconscious, drifting off into his own darkness, his mind locked away.
He continued to mumble, patting the ground. He cut his hands over the sword countless times, acting like it was nothing but rock, ash, and the stream of blood. He ripped his skin as he clutched the whip, thinking it a broken lifeline to a ship. He cursed, spat, and coughed. A puddle of blood, his blood, now began to rise. He ignored his wounds and continued to perform his endless search.
Juste ignored her, looking for his weapons. In his mind's eye, he saw everything as they should be for normal humans. There was no tent, there were no benches or seats, and there were no vampires. No weapon. He began to mumble incoherently. He lost all sanity. Or maybe, he just lost the will to even exist. He was broken. The barriers to keep his nightmares at bay were broken. The earth around him seemed to shift, turning into a sea of ash and blood.
Juste's face was shadowed by his hair, giving the impression that he is not fully conscious of where he is. He coughed again, the wounds reopening to a worse state. As he walked past them, he entered the tent, looking for his weapons. He overlook several times, but he didn't see them. He fell to his knees, crawling about, looking for the shining saber and the ravenous whip.
There he stood, Juste Belmont, against a lean, broken telephone pole near the circus. He gasped for air, blood dribbling down his mouth. He was only in his trousers and boots, his torso and cloak utterly destroyed. He walked towards the tent that possessed his weapons, only to see two hunters and a shady figure who was closer to the tent. He bent down to pick up a loosed pole that was light and ten feet in height. He used it for support. "I hate hospitals..." He muttered, hacking up some blood, his wounds upon his chest and abdomen reoppening. His bandages were stained sanguine.
Ooc: lol, yea... Now, I'll be gone for a bit. Need to think on how to improvise this plan of mine... '>.>
Ooc: Hot character, Varnor XD As the doctors and nurses began their work, he heard whispers. Their whispers. Ash and blood, a sea of darkness... they whispered, all around. He felt confused, he felt pain. Minutes went by like hours, and hours, days! As he rested in his room, his eyes opened slightly, hearing faint, deathlike footsteps. "Well, well, 'tis been awhile, Belmont!" Spoke the shadowy figure. "I--" Juste couldn't speak, his throat was constricted. He eyes the shadow, it looked as if he wore furs, was sharp, almost perfect. He was nimble, graceful to his eyes. "Hush, Belmont. We don't want that pretty voice of your's to die, now do we?" It asked sardonically, whipping back a silver strand of hair. "Be a good boy and listen... Your blood is mine by the break of Twilight... Unless someone else gets you. Dawn is arriving soon, so I must leave you, mate." The shade vanished. Juste passed out.
Ooc: Hm... Well, this a dilemna for me XD Ah well, I'll improvise... BIC: Juste hacked another terrible cough, gasping for air like a fish. He was still unconscious.
Juste passed out, due to exhaustion and the battered ribs. He left his weapons behind... His cloak now inusable... He rested. Juste dreamt the nightmare once more, of a sea of darkness. He was now forgotten and now, most likely dead... The Belmont Line, finished.
