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Topic Started: 17 Sep 2007, 04:07 AM (333 Views)
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OOC THREAD || IC THREAD
* All information (plot, characters and more) located in the OOC THREAD


Rules

- Follow role play courtesies

- Equal the length of the other players post. Average a page on MSWord, NEVER less then three well written paragraphs.

- You must play multiple characters, you are required to start with two and add as we go.

- This is a mature role play there are no limits. If you are uneasy about the following be forewarned that they may occur. However these acts will be monitored and kept under control, we are not engaging in mindless acts of cyber heaven, or mindless violence. It is simply being stated that the bellow may occur at anytime within the role play between any number of characters. If something does go beyond the GM’s limits the situation will be stopped and averted for the mental safety (XD) of the other players!
  • Anthromorphic characters (furries, anthro, nekos, animal ears/tails ect) – Characters with animalistic features, some more animal then human. The rage varies on the player.

    Pedophilia (Shota, cougars, cradle robbing ect.) – Under aged characters placed in sexual situations. This includes but is not limited to intercourse, inappropriate touching, kissing, rape, non-con, general deep seeded affections and persuasions/manipulation.

    Violence – this depends on the player but the violence rating would be considered an R rating. This means senseless killing, war, torture, mental torture or terrorism and anything dealing with severe physical or mental harm to a character.

    Sexuality – there will be sexual content from nudity, to actual acts of sex, general affection (kissing, hugging and touching while still clothed) as well as acts between married couples, homosexual couples (gays and lesbians ect.), as well as all fetishes. These acts take place between adults and as prior mention stated between under aged characters.
Again these are some of the more extreme warnings and I simply want it known that the players joining this role play should have a mature outlook on things. They should be willing or at least semi-comfortable with such situations if they are to arise.

-POST ORDER. DO NOT POST OUT OF ORDER. To keep an orginaized role play where players are not left in the dust we will be posting in a pre-ordained order. You will post when it is your turn and you will not post at any other time
  • The acceptations are:

    If the GM allows players to skip someone’s turn.
    If a player tells the GM to skip their turn.
    If you are going to be gone for an extended period of time and you give permission to the GM to skip your turn.
    If you take far to long without informing the GM of this absence your turn will be skipped.
-DO NOT POST YOUR PROFILES, send them to the GM and the GM will post the profiles.

-This is a general rule set by the admins but clearly people do not follow it so I will repeat it. DO NOT USE OOC IN THE ROLE PLAY THREAD. OOC BELONGS IN THE OOC THREAD. THANK YOU.

- Lastly even though I sound like a dink have fun, that’s the point but be respectful and mindful of the rules and warnings! We do not want any misunderstandings.
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  • Jeffery ran a long fingered hand through his hair and gold aged strands of dry tresses slipped between wrinkled fingers catching against the wide cracks of his dry hands. The tug against Jeffery’s hair and the itch between his fingers forced Jeffery to draw his hand back, his nervous habit causing him more irritation then a distraction. When tonight a distraction was what Jeffery desired most. Standing in front of his son Philip, Jeffery found that he could not bring himself to look his son in the eyes. It had been nearly ten years since Jeffery’s last visit sadly time seemed to pass far differently for Jeffery then those around him. His son had seemed younger when Jeffery saw him last, less wrinkled and tired. Now Phillip looked exhausted, he was fifty nine after all and though still of a fair age Jeffery’s wife’s family line did not have a long life span, nor did Jeffery’s.

    ”Are you sure you don’t want to sit down… Father” Phillip asked his voice cracking and hitching. Jeffery did not know but a year earlier Philip had been in an accident. The wrong end of the horse as Philip said, the damn thing caught Philip in the neck. He’d been bed ridden for days and it took months before Philip had been able to speak again. His voice was slowly returning but still it hitched and sometimes disappeared all together. This drove Philip mad seeing as he was often a talkative fellow.

    ”No Phillip I’m fine where I am…” Jeffery answered looking his son up then down, he’d done good with himself Jeffery was proud. “How are the kids?” Jeffery then asked his eyes shifting to glance down the long narrow corridor of Phillips home. The house was a fair size, three bedrooms upstairs, two on the main floor and a special studio in the basement for Philips wife. The halls of the home were a bit small for Jeffery’s taste and the family room to the front of the house did not have high enough ceilings. Then again the room compensated ceiling height with width and length. Phillip had made a good choice in size the room was a lovely place to gather the family, with enough space to play in without bothering Mother and Father.

    ”Their fine, little Shelly misses you. She kept asking when Grandfather would be back to see her. Shes twelve now you know. You missed a lot of time with them. Christopher is fifteen he’s taken a liking to your novels, especially the one about a dark skinned vampire. The one you sent Mother after you disappeared” Philips voice held the edge of spiteful anger, he was hurt not a surprise to Jeffery.

    It had been six years after Jeffery had been taken before he’d picked up the pen once more. Jeffery spent the next year writing a novel for his family. In the fictional fashion Jeffery was famous for he wrote a story about a dark skinned Arab vampire. He told how in sickness the vampire came to him and with a seductive prose the creature lured Jeffery from his bed and drew him into that eternal kiss. A kiss that stole Jeffery from his family and force him to delve deep into a world unlike the world he’d come from. The novel spoke of an eternal war and a cold cruel vampire lord. The story spoke of romances that only a wife would know of and of a war between mortals a ‘human’ war as it was written.

    The novel as a whole was fascinating and exhilarating but it left so much to the imagination that it did not satisfy Philip. For years Philip resented his father for the book, for all that it lacked, for the harm it did, the pain it caused and when Jeffery had shown up at Philips door, Philip lashed out. Jeffery came back time and time again over the year to follow and slowly became close to Philips children. Then like before Jeffery disappeared without a word, to once more show up at Philips door.

    ”I’m sorry Philip… time just flies, I do not notice it pass.” Jeffery whispered with a shrug of his shoulders. A mundane movement that struck Philip hard, as if his Father cared not for his grand children as if their lives did not mean anything just like Philips life.

    “Get out” Philip hissed and pointed at the front door, the same door Jeffery had but moments ago entered. Jeffery stared at his sons hand as it wavered in the air and trembled with effort. The look on Philips face screamed that he was hurt inside, his expression hard, his eyes narrow holding back tears, his lips pursed tightly together and he almost seemed to huddling in on itself.

    ”Philip I...”

    ”Get out Father… I do not want to deal with you again” Philip bit and looked down and away from Jeffery’s pained expression. He did not want to remember his Father as a hurt man; he wanted to remember that final goodnight kiss and smile from his childhood. “Leave”

    ”Philip”

    ”Now”

    Jeffery reached a cracked aged hand to his face and ran his finger along the edge of his eye. Coming away with a hot salty tear that held a hit of red, it was the blood Jeffery drank to sustain himself that turned his bodily fluids a pink shade. It was a reminder, or so Jeffery thought, to say that he was not human. This was far truer then Jeffery wished and with a clearing of his throat and a sad good bye Jeffery left his sons home.

    Outside the house after the door rattled closed, the wind blew in bone shaking gusts that passed right through you. It was the middle of December in Ingles, the trees around the fairly large town all hung sleeping and waiting for spring. The long winding path of Philips driveway was covered in a nearly two foot mound of snow. The field to the right looked like a grey sea of drift snow and Jeffery stood staring at the waves of light powder. His mind lingering on the moments that passed inside the house. This was the reason Jeffery was so lost to his perception of time.

    Often Jeffery stood alone staring, dreaming and thinking. Without moving Jeffery fell into a long form of meditation, it had been a trick Jeffery’s master had taught him. Seeing as the years kept pilling on and as a vampire Jeffery never aged, this form of meditation was Jeffery’s only release. It helped time easy by and kept Jeffery’s mind sane. It allowed Jeffery to think slowly on something anything without the perception of time passing.

    ”Oh my Jeffery, look at you” a chilling voice rung over the whistling wind that had picked up and the scratching of tree branches in the background. “What is it that your doing out here. You’ll freeze to death if you stand there” The voice calmly noted.

    ”Hello Lira… Did he send you to find me again?” Jeffery spoke plainly and lulled his head to one side his cheek pressing against his shoulder. Behind him stood a thin, short little woman with a thick cap covering her head and dark shall of black hair. She swore a long deep brown coat that touched the pilled snow and was adorned with furs around the hem, sleeves and collar. This woman worked for a vampire lord the man Jeffery wrote about in his last novel. Sadly Jeffery also was bound to this man and as hard as Jeffery tried to wonder out of the grasp of this vampire he could not.

    ”No, this time I came on my own.” Lira said. “I over heard you say something about your son to Copley, while she was playing one of her pieces for you. She writes lovely music by the way. I figured I would come and meet your son. Though it seems your son does not want to see you tonight” Lira drew her hand from her sleeve and took a slow stop forwards. She placed that leather covered appendage against Jeffery’s cheek and a knowing half smile came to her lips. For once the smile also reached her eyes and oddly it was not a happy or mocking smile either.

    “I know how you feel Jeffery, to be denied like that, to be shunned by your own flesh and blood as if you have done something wrong.” Lira whispered the comforting words to Jeffery her lips moving slowly and her eyes, those deep brown eyes so full of compassion never left Jeffery’s face. “My daughter did it to me; they don’t understand how time passes for us… They accept we are some strange creatures but time is something we no longer posses and we can not help the things we miss because of this lack of understanding.” Lira drew away from Jeffery and held her hand to him. “Come home we will get Copley to play us a song”

    Jeffery stared long and hard at Lira’s open hand, her long fingers never moving even as the wind pushed against them. It seemed as though she could have stood there for as long as it took. She was like a statue waiting for Jeffery, forever waiting. This thought closed Jeffery’s eyes and with cold frost bitten fingers Jeffery took hold of Lira’s hand and followed the girl back to him home. Jeffery wanted to hear Copley play.

    Hours later Jeffery and Lira still hand in hand reached the door of their Lords estate. A high two story building built from the finest stone, wood and glass money could buy. The house had a towering oak door with an elaborate silver knocker of a classic gargoyle that held a thick silver ring in it jaw. Jeffery always admired the knocker, wished he’d had one on his door when he still had a home of his own. Gently Lira placed a delicate hand around the thick door handle pressing with her thumb against the large button that opened a latch and allowed the door to easily swing free.

    “We’re home” Lira called out into the open greeting area that echoed up a long stair well that lead to the lounge. Where a grand piano sat for Copley to play and compose music and for Jeffery to sit and listen. The room above both Jeffery and Lira’s head also held a small portion of books. That Jeffery sat and read while listening to Copley’s music. Lira too enjoyed a novel from the selves above but tonight Lira hopped someone would come down from the room to greet them…

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Raspy breathing fell from dried, parted lips as very toned hands gripped the cotton sheets on which the chiseled yet lithe body lay on in a writhing fashion. Flashes of a very vivid nightmare played across the closed lids. Sweat trickled down the half naked form, brows drawn tightly in a contorted expression of pain, hatred, sorrow. Regret. Untold levels of betrayal and heartache plagued this young man's dreams; the very emotions that drove him to flee to this place from the get go.

Xander Armesto had thought himself to have the perfect life with his family. He imagined it to be so as a way that he could escape the harsh reality of his true life. Being the youngest of 6, Xander’s family was close to poor. Abusive, neglecting father. Sickly mother. Out of control, uncompassionate siblings. Hardly any money in the house. All of these things contributed to Xander’s creating his own fantasy world of sorts. Though this method worked throughout most of his childhood, it faltered for him when he hit his teenaged years, and entered high school.

Things got bad. Half of siblings had already fled the house, their mother having perished from her sickness, leaving their father emotionless and far more violent than ever. Xander was the third out of 3 boys, his other siblings being sisters. One of his sisters ran off with a lover of hers, having become pregnant and whatnot. His eldest brother, the second eldest of them all, disappeared mysteriously, never to be heard or seen from again. As for what happened to his other siblings, Xander didn’t know because he’d become distant as far as his family went.

It came to the point where right after he graduated, he left his home himself, now sleeping in an abandoned house he’d found in the next city. Winter tore through the cracked windows, nipping at his body as he slept and dreamed about his past life. Dreamed about the lover he never had, the friends he’d always wanted. He dreamed of when his older brother left suddenly, the only sibling he was close to, which felt like betrayal to him. Xander shivered and curled up more beneath the ripped and torn sheets he laid on, ignoring the smell of urine from afar off. He had no idea where he was going to go in life without any work experience, and this also ate at his conscious. Was he destined to be alone and poor forever?

~*~*~*~*~

A half a world away, another individual was living a more sheltered life. Felipe Martinique was roaming his 18th century estate, having just had his fed for the night. His dark brown gaze fixed on the moon that hung in the winter sky, his arms crossed about his chest with his silky dark brown hair trailing down broad firm shoulders and back.

“Such a lonely night tonight, no?” he directed at his butler who was never too far away.

”Indeed, My Lord,” the older man replies, standing perfectly still despite his old age. Mr. Stoe had been serving this vampire since his 20’s. It took him a while to get used to aging and watching Felipe not age. It grew to the point where Felipe began to consider him a role model of sorts, despite his title as butler.

Mr. Stoe didn’t have much longer in the world, but if anything, he knew he would never regret working for such a remarkable young man as Felipe. Just watching the man’s stature and keen look made him feel proud, almost like a father of sorts.

He remembered it almost as if it were yesterday. Felipe had just entered this world of immortality a bit before Mr. Stoe was born. Mr. Stoe is currently 87. If he remembered correctly, Felipe should be reaching his 100th year. Whatever the case, Mr. Stoe recollected the frightened young vampire crying on the floor of the main foyer.

Felipe’s sire had long left this estate and told Mr. Stoe to look after Felipe. Teach him the reigns of this new life. It was rather hard for the butler at first, being human, but soon, Felipe caught on. Felipe was taught everything from elegance, to history, to all aspects of vampirism. Yet, he was still…adjusting, it seemed.

”Something wrong, Mr. Stoe?” Felipe’s voice sounded, breaking the butler from his flashback and bringing him back to the present. Felipe’s usually hardened gaze was softened a bit, looking at the older man with a bit of concern. Of course he would be concerned. Mr. Stoe was the only person he had after his undeath.

The butler smiled a wrinkled smile, shaking his head slowly. “No, My Lord. Just….reminiscing is all,” he answers.

Felipe smiled himself, letting a few chuckles escape his lips. “Oh, please don’t tell me you’re that old? Thinking way back in time like that? Come, no need. We have business to attend to,” he says, moving away from the window and heading for the door in which Mr. Stoe opens for him to leave through.

There was a ball he was to attend, things he usually attended to keep himself busy and not think so much about his lonely life back at the estate. Mr. Stoe helped him dress, prepared his way of transportation, and saw the young vampire off, watching his carriage roll down the pavement away from the main house.

Mr. Stoe smiled, but this one being a very…tired and weary smile before closing the door softly. He felt his time drawing near. He knew it would be within the hour. Most likely, when Felipe returned from the ball, he would find his butler and long term friend and father figure dead in his bed.
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