Your Story RP

[Zephyr_320 65]

This RP is a free roam with no real set story. In this RP there are any type of races from vampires and warewolves to elves and drawves. The timeline is a set kinda like final fantasy.

The sign ups are under 'your story (sign ups).

[Could someone put up a link from here to the sign ups, I can't because I'm on my phone. Also I want that to be the first post on this thread.]

Have fun and be creative!!!

[JailXun 27]

The train was rolling through the wasteland, soon it would reach the city.

If you went all the way from the front to the back, you would see the rich people, in the first class... some in economy... and at the very end of the train, even after the luggage car there was an empty care reserved for luggage, and in the corner he sat. He was smoking the day's last cigarette, while sitting in the corner.

The young man scrolled through the contacts of his cellphone... he saw a lot of names... but he couldn't remember the fitting faces.

He put the phone away, stood up and want to the back of the car where a little balcony was. He looked at the rails leading to his former home, to the academy to his abandoned friends. It was all going farther away by second. As he finished the cigarette he threw it on the rails and headed back inside.

Another day would break up for the Shadowfallen, that meant another job which meant another cold corpse. He picked up his suitcase as the train reached the platform, like never there he jumped out from the balcony and headed for downtown, where his next client was waiting.

[AnsemTheWise 1,114]

OOC: Link to the sign-ups http://kh13.com/forum/topic/37165-your-story-sign-ups/

 

"What the- what the hell?!" The thug fell back onto the ground, shaking in terror as his friend fell forward to his knees. The fresh corpse dropped forward, black blood pooling out of its mouth. "What the [FCC censorship] are you?!?!" The thug's red eyes flashed with fear as he inched backward down the alley. The woman in white stepped over the body, her own crimson eyes piercing through the shadows. The twin holes in her neck sealed themselves quickly, two small trails of black blood snaking down her collarbone under her long jacket. She reached toward him, her emotionless face tearing the thug apart on the inside.

 

She had to die. She was a freak, a monster. And she had to die.

 

He mustered up the scraps of courage that he had left, throwing himself at her. He felt an impact on his chest, stopping a dozen yards away as he staggered back a step. He looked down at the hole in his torso. It was covered in blood, but... not his. The thug looked up in horror as the woman lowered her hand, blood dripping from her wrist. "You-" He could barely think in complete sentences anymore. "You're... you-" He lurched forward, doubling over where he stood. His entire body felt like bursting. He could feel his blood pressure rising as the blood tore through his veins faster and faster. His eyes bulged as he coughed, the black blood that had penetrated him splattering on the pavement.

 

"You are the monster." The woman finally spoke. She approached the convulsing thug, grabbing him by the throat. she lifted him off of the ground with one hand, her red irises gleaming in the darkness. "You pervert the name 'vampire'." She squeezed, the thug gasping for air. "Now, tell me who you work for. Who sired you?" She released him, but the choking continued. He fell to the ground, clawing at his chest. If he could just relieve th-

 

He fell forward, dead. Black blood ran across the concrete in rivers, Olivier taking a step back to allow its passage. These new vampires were running rampant, acting with a reckless desire to murder and maime.

 

They were a disgrace. One she would eliminate.

[Zephyr_320 65]

Alexander Moon leaped from one of the cliffs. He was free running the mountains of the northern region in desperate search of the clan of assassin that killed his pack.

Alex has been on the hunt for about 5 months and is running on 3 days lack of sleep. He was blood thirsty for revenge.

[StarStruck 78]

Neenah walked the quiet alleys of Twilight Town, smiling as she went by. She notices a shodowy figure dash through one of the alleys. She turned and looked in its direction. To her surprise, it had dissapeared. She turned back around and continued walking. She saw the same figure dash in front of her. She turned and ran after it, stopping as it turned around. 'whats going on? Is it watching me?' she thought. The figure turned around and dashed away. Neenah shrugged and turned. She walked peacefully, humming as she past a few windows.

[Zephyr_320 65]

(This isn't in the world of Kingdom hearts, fyi)

[AnsemTheWise 1,114]

Splitting laughter filled the lounge, patrons turning to see the commotion. A man in a black leather jacket and black jeans sat on a wide sofa in the back of the lounge, dark curtains obscuring any view of him, but everyone knew what happened in there. The man sat in the life of stolen luxury, his arms wrapped around whatever women would lust for his power. Smoke wafted throughout the lounge, collecting in the low arches of the ceiling. The patrons returned to their business as the laughter died down.

 

Behind the curtains, a young man trembled as he stood before the man in the jacket. He was sweating, his knees shaking uncontrollably. Caius removed his arms from around the women at both of his sides, leaning forward. He propped his elbows on his knees, a twisted smile revealing his vicious fangs. "And she tore them apart, just like that?!" Caius snapped his fingers, laughing again. "That's some crazy [FCC]." He leaned back, signalling the women away when they tried to hold him again. "'Blood Gout'." He pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, flipping his lighter open in the same motion. He lit the cigarette in a flash, pocketing the lighter. "You just don't see [FCC] like that anymore these days."

 

"Blood Gout, sir?" One of the vampires in the corner piped up. He was burly, to be sure, a camo tank top covering the rolling muscles that sculpted his enormous form.

 

"Yeah. It's an old technique, pretty much lost to time." Caius let out aplume of smoke, almost having completely forgotten about the messenger. "It's a spell, what the old vampires called the Dark Gift. Basically, they fire their own blood into their victim, and then use it to telekinetically drain their victim. Although sometimes, if the vampire can taint their blood... they prefer to just let their victim rot from the inside." The burly man and the messenger began to look sick, but Caius' eyes showed reflection. "Yeah... I think House Tepes is just what we're looking for..."

[Zephyr_320 65]

Alexander Moon finally came to a stop. He was stand on a cliff on the side of a mountain. He looked out to the horizon and saw the sun begin to rise over a small town quite a ways away. Alex's eyes turned from human appearance to wolf appearance. What looked like a small town in the distance was a global attraction city, Crimzon City. Alex began to move towards the city.

[NightfallXIII 68]

Carte got off the train in the city. He stood out because of his black mage-like clothes and the staff on his back. He looked around. "Man, this place is huge!" he said in awe. He was out exploring the world for the first time. "And these buildings are so tall..."

[JailXun 27]

While the shadows steamed from the hole in the man's head, Shadowfallen was already putting his gun back into his suitcase.

He glanced back at the street from his position on the building.

"Pathetic..." he whispered.

The man he just killed was highly appreciated in the underworld, many wanted to see him dead, it was a chubby and bald man wearing a blue suit.

His name was Gola grande, his business was to draw money from the government to his own pocket and to his gang. The leader of a rivaling gang was the client of Julian Shadowfallen. As he walked down the stairs of the building he smirked. There would be no way to identify him through the bullet he used, mostly because there was no bullet. He used a pure projectile out of shadows to shoot his victim.

As he reached the street he merged into the crowd that was surrounding the dead man and acted panicked.

[Zephyr_320 65]

Alex entered the city that he saw in no time flat. A train just pulled in and people were getting off. The city was huge. He put in a Brant to hide his ears and began search his environment.

[JailXun 27]

Shadowfallen headed back to the station, because he had no more business in that town.

He was deep in thought, but he couldn't concentrate on the topic he was thinking about, he was always drifting away from it.

He didn't look on the road and accidentally ran into Carte.

"I'm sorry..." he grumbled.

[AnsemTheWise 1,114]

Crimzon City was a dangerous place. Monster lurked in the shadows, clinging to the dark pall that loomed over the city's citizens. Hell's finest skulked through its ungerground, but House Tepes held no place amongst their ranks.

 

Olivier stood in Crimzon Square, a pale dot in a sea of squirming black. People shuffled past her, paying no attention the the vampiress. It wasn't that she didn't want to be seen; she simply saw no point in interacting with any of these humans. Olivier took a step forward, the people in front of her casually moving out of her way. Perhaps they were uncomfortable, or they felt a draft. Perception filters were clever in that way, or at least as clever as the vampire using them. The ways fot he Dark Gift were lost to the newer generations. Only the older, more powerful vampires had access to its splendor, and many of them held high-ranking positions in the Houses.

 

Olivier stopped, looking to her right. The throng surrounded her once more, but there was nothing new there; it was an involuntary reaction. A feeling that she had. Gola grande had been destroyed. It seemed that the crime in Crimzon City was beginning to clean itself up. A rather nice convenience, if she did say so. As Dominus of House Tepes, it was her duty to know what was happening in her city, as it was the duty of any Dominus of any House. Olivier looked up to the dark sky, an odd hope for rain swelling up inside of her. Dawn would be arriving in a few hours, and she needed to conclude her business in the city before returning to her sanctuary.

 

If only for appearances...

[Zephyr_320 65]

Alexander Moon reached the town square and watched people move without paying no attention to anyone around them. Alex used his sences to sniff out a dead body. He found where the scent was on an alive person. 'Must be a vampire...'

[JailXun 27]

Without waiting for a response Shadowfallen went on ahead.

As he disappeared behind a corner he smirked again he held the wallet of Carte in his hand, threw it in the air and caught it again.

"Actually I want to thank you, moron." He whispered.

[NightfallXIII 68]

Carte looked at Shadowfallen as he ran. His pocket felf emptier. Reaching into it, he didn't feel it in there. He had read many books in the school where people did this, and he knew why. "That little-" He ran after Shadowfallen. "Hey, get back here!" he shouted, turning the same corner as the pickpocket.

[JailXun 27]

Julian Shadowfallen stood in front a mass of people. He turned around and saw the shouting and running black mage.

He grinned right in his Carte's face and merged into the crowd.

Keeping a low profile and moving pretty fast he quickly reached the core of the crowd.

[AnsemTheWise 1,114]

OOC: Stupid mobile site cancelled my post earlier...

 

Werewolf.

 

Olivier stopped the moment the stench hit her. Dirty, feral creatures the lot of them. Once mortal enemies, the conflict between vampires and lychen had ended abruptly when the powers collided centuries before. The smell really brought the memories back for Olivier as she closed her eyes, allowing them to flow into her mind. Vampires may have had the Gift, but werewolves had sheer might. Not only could they overpower most vampires, but they were unaffected by the vampiric bite. The resurrection of the Soul Reaver, an ancient vampiric relic from history nearly lost to time, brought an end to the struggle. Choosing to avoid all-out war, the races had gone their seperate ways.

 

Olivier opened her eyes again. It was close by. In Crimzon Square, in fact. She looked to her left, the figure sticking out like a shining flare. A normal human may not have noticed him, but to vampire, it wasn't even second nature. Olivier stepped forward, shadow-stepping directly behind Alexander. The humans around them shuffled out of the way, unaware of their actions. "Lychen." She spoke, her voice like an arctic wind. "What brings you to my fair city?"

Edited July 13, 2012 by AnsemTheWise

[NightfallXIII 68]

"Darn, where did he go?" Carte asked himself. He looked around. He scanned the crowd. "Now where is he?" he squinted and concentrated. He saw someone moving faster than everyone else. "That's the obvious giveaway," he smiled to himself. He ran towards Shadowfallen again. "Can't get away!"

[Zephyr_320 65]

Alexander heard those words several times with his old pack. "Lychen?" Alex began to laugh. "I am no such thing," he turned around. "But you were close though...."

[JailXun 27]

At the core of the crowd it was easy for Julian to confuse his pursuer. With some quick steps he changed places with very surprised strangers, it was a bit like dancing... like a Waltz.

As he reached the other side of the mass he quickly stepped into an ally.

Now he had to remember his training at the hidden academy again. He snipped his fingers and a tiny blue light crackled between his fingers, he literally merged with the darkness around him and was unseen.

[AnsemTheWise 1,114]

Olivier moved closer, her face next to Alexander's ear. She inhaled his scent, her blood almost curdling. He was right. He wasn't a lychen.

 

"You're one of those half-breeds." Olivier stepped back, her red irises glinting into the setting moonlight. She didn't telegraph disgust, and she wasn't exactly feeling it. What she felt was... somewhere between pity and shame. This thing was a blight to the lychen race, as far as the vampires were concerned. Half-human, half-wolf, and with few of the benefits of either. "Looner." The word inadvertently came out with almost a sneer. "House Tepes presides over Crimzon City, and though you are not lychen your people still honor the pact, do they not? What brings you here?"

[NightfallXIII 68]

Carte was able to track Julian to the alley. "Those moves were a dead giveaway," he said. He frowned. It was perfect for an ambush. He held up his hand and a bright ball of flame appeared. He stepped into the ally and looked around, but couldn't see anybody. He stepped further into the alley.

[JailXun 27]

As the mage passed Julian he quickly stepped out of the ally without making a sound and strolled along the street.

"He's good... but he hasn't got the shadows as his allies."

The Dark Caster thought.

Edited July 13, 2012 by JailXun

[NightfallXIII 68]

Carte went deeper into the ally. He heard a large growl. "Eek!" He launched a firaga and made a massive explosion. The whole ally blew up with him in it.

Edited July 13, 2012 by NightfallXIII