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Post by merry on May 26, 2006 10:37:26 GMT -5
ok character: Name: Rose Species: Dhamphire Gender: Female Age: 12 Parents: Father: Deceased Mother: Became vampire shortly before Rose's birth adoptive father: Vampire, approx age: 300
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Post by Frodo on May 26, 2006 12:20:03 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, a dhamphire is a child who's mother was bitten, and the child wasn't born yet, right? I can't remember.
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Post by merry on May 26, 2006 13:57:59 GMT -5
on page 1 is your answer.
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Post by merry on May 26, 2006 14:10:14 GMT -5
character's appearance: Rose is slightly small for her age. She is very thin. At about five her mother left her at an orphanage, and had lived there since. she isn't liked or trusted by any one at the orphanage. the name rose is on account of her eyes which are a reddish brown, most of the time. Rose is quite. And despite her frail appearance she often is intimidating. And also in comparison to her size she is surprisingly strong.
-ok i think thats every thing.
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Post by merry on May 27, 2006 16:10:34 GMT -5
Rose sat glaring out of the small window next to her cot in the overcrowded bed room of the orphanage. it was already late and the moon shone through the misty sky. "I've had it here..." she grumbled to herself. And so in an instant her mind was made up. Everyone but one or two in the room were asleep, if she waited a few more minutes she could leave, and no one would notice till even as late a noon tomorrow. but them the thought occurred to her, were would she go? On her fathers side she had only one surviving relative, her grandmother, who lived farther away than rose could hope to travel. Her mothers family had all been murdered shortly before Rose had been born. only her mother had survived, but then that mother had abandoned her here... that left living on the street. Or, there was one other option, when mother had left her here he told Rose that if ever she need anything all she had to do was come find him. that is what she would do. That man was the same one mother had married after the dad she never met had died, so although they had rarely ever spoke to each other Rose called that man father. He was quiet but he was nicer to her than mother was. "I'll find him." she muttered. in less than an hour every one was asleep. Rose quickly dressed and grabbed the few things she needed, and silently left.
OOC: ok , computer crashing i'll spell check later.
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Post by Frodo on May 28, 2006 17:53:01 GMT -5
Vidar realized the man had left the theater, and wandered outside. Vidar followed to the lobbey, staying indoors. The other vampire stood, muttering to himself. Vidar watched him curiously, from behind the dust-caked windows, feeling his cat senses invade. If he had whiskers, they'd be twitching.
he suddenly longed to be a cat, and trail this strange man to where-ever he lived. That's what he'd done the last time he took a human's blood - he was a cat. And she had fallen for it. Fortunantly, he was careful about her. When she awoke, she would have felt very tired and sore, with two small pin pricks at her neck, and no memory of what had passed what-so-ever.
But this man was different. This man was like him . . . Vidar opened the door, and leaned against the side of the building, so the man couldn't see him, but he could see the man. But just as he had settled in to wait, a shaft of light broke in the dark clouds, and pale sunlight streamed about. Vidar's skin tingled, and his veins showed grey under his skin. He quietly hissed between his teeth, and hid in a shadowed culvert, waiting for the sun to pass. When it finally did, he realized he was trembling. 'The feedidng will have to be tonight, I suppose' he thought to himself, resuming his place to observe the other vampire.
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Post by Locked Out on May 28, 2006 21:36:40 GMT -5
The late evening sun broke briefly through the clouds. Lanyon flinched and there was a soft hiss nearby. Paranoia and vampire are synonyms, he reminded himself sternly, cross that he had panicked so easily. It was his day off, and that meant, by human standards, that he should relax. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. Human standards were a little...less than stellar, if their "screen plays" were anything to judge by.
It's not as though he were afraid of another of his kind, really. Crossing the street, he dismissed the notion. A very lengthy span of time had elapsed since he had last been in the vincity of a vampire who was not himself. Humans were generally oblivious, but more than two vampires in a fifteen mile radius of each other seemed to be borrowing trouble, and he had no real need to interact with any of his species.
Half a mile from his appartment, it dawned on him that he could hear a harmonica playing. Odd, he thought, that I didn't notice it sooner. The source of the forlorn melody sat not three paces from him, at least a half decade younger than his human shape. There was a deep seated weariness hung about the youth that disturbed him. He wasn't particularly compassionate, but he disliked the familar feel of these types of humans, as if they were closer to in relation undead beings (such as Lanyon himself) than to their own sort. Fishing out his wallet, he tallied the euros and dropped a third of the sum next to the boy. It was enough that the musician could buy a cheap meal but little else. Still, why pay for the meals of his prey? He quashed the sentiment quickly. You owe your "prey" a life-debt four centuries old, because technically, chap, you're a parasite, he told himself grimly.
Reaching his abode, he sat on the steps rather than go in. The sun was nearly sunk below the horizon, and he wasn't quite ready to spend the first half the night restlessly padding about the cramped quarters of the appartment. It was against everything instinctual to sleep while the sky was dark, but his neighbors would notice if he kept odd hours, and he had to rest sometime. It was tiring, keeping up a human guise, and he had been doing it for a long time now. Leaning against the step behind him, he tipped his head back and regarded the emerging stars. Well, the heavens have been hanging there for a long time.He closed his eyes, rather chagrined that he had come up with such whismical thinking. Silly of him to get so sentimental, when he was four centuries old and counting.
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Post by fused frodo on Jun 1, 2006 14:00:41 GMT -5
OOC: the harmonica playing waif isn;t me, is it?
(man I feel so stupid having to ask you about your posts!)
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Post by merry on Jun 1, 2006 15:34:00 GMT -5
Outside the place Rose had known as home for so long it was dark and cold. The darkness didn't bother her, in fact Rose rather liked it. But the cold was different, it made her shiver. Then the thought occurred to her, it may not be warm and cozy but she was now free. The roads were deserted. Most houses and many business were dark. As Rose walked down the road she only passed maybe five other people, all were the type any kid raised in a caring home would have known to not trust.
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Post by Locked Out on Jun 1, 2006 15:53:35 GMT -5
OOC: Maddie, did you or did you not tell me that Vidar was older- and had grey hair? The kid playing the harmonica is definitely NOT Vidar. Besides, if Vidar was following Lanyon, how is he going to get in front of him without Lanyon noticing? Lanyon isn't completely oblivious.
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Post by Frodo on Jun 1, 2006 18:39:39 GMT -5
OOC:right... okay.... brain fart...
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Post by Frodo on Jun 1, 2006 18:40:01 GMT -5
OOC: Vidar's not THAT old. Just looks it at the moment....
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Post by Frodo on Jun 1, 2006 19:00:42 GMT -5
The sun was setting, catching the man as he crossed the street. He had turned his head in Vidar's direction when he'd hissed, but kept going, showing not a sign of fear, or even caring at all.
The behavior baffled Vidar. ‘I’m another of his kind, and he ignores me.’ It was strange. He so longed to be a cat, and follow the man... or even a raven! But when he reached for his energy supply, it was barely high enough to keep him moving as it was. Without the strength, his beauty fell away, leaving him for an old, decrepit man, and pain would begin to overwhelm him. He knew from experience, and did not want to repeat the episode.
Muttering, he began to inch along, going the same direction of the other vampire, but without the least interest of following him. Although his curiosity pulled at him incessantly, he knew he simply couldn't. Not at the present time, anyway. Vidar sensed a small life with smaller-than-human intellect nearby. He suddenly felt his teeth slowly alter in his mouth. He groaned in protest, and sagged against a wall, closing his eyes. His body trembled again, and he remained as still as possible so it would go away.
When it didn't, he tipped his head back to the darkening sky, and little by little, so as not to use up too much of his energy, changed into more of his vampire form. To a passerby, he would appear no more than a human shadow. But upon closer inspection, the afore-mentioned passerby would either run in fear.
His skin was almost translucent, and every movement was a ripple of grey muscle. His pupils were large and black, surrounded with a thin jagged circle of yellow. His face was more haggard than before, with an animal-like savagery; his upper jaw protruded slightly, his back was bowed, the ridge of his spine showing clearly.
With a leap, he sprung at a furred animal, sedating it first, then taking his fill. When he was finished, he gently laid the creature back down, seeing that it was another cat. As Vidar allowed himself to slide into his human form again, he grimaced. He didn't feel quite so ancient now, but he still needed more; and quickly before his instincts took over again.
He stroked the cat’s head, watching it sleep for a moment, before rising to his feet in search of prey.
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Post by Locked Out on Jun 1, 2006 20:33:36 GMT -5
There was a slight scuffle somewhere, and a pitiful yowl from what Lanyon assumed was the stray that drifted through the neighborhood on a regular basis. When the yowl died out suddenly, he raised his head, shifting to rest his elbows on his bony knees. There was nothing out of the ordinary on the street, but if he had been human, he would have called the sensation hair-raising. As it was, he was edgy. Anxious, he recalled the familiar scent from earlier. Nonsense. There was no reason for another to trail him in any case, and the animal had sounded a rather solid couple blocks away. Pushing himself up, he stood in front of the door for a moment before once again opting to stay out of doors.
A walk, then, and I'll turn in. There was time enough, really, and no one would question it. He stepped off the threshold and walked along the gutter, feet unconsciously retracing his earlier path.
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Post by Frodo on Jun 2, 2006 13:39:01 GMT -5
Vidar sniffed the air cautiously. The other Vampire's scent was stronger. He must have turned around. In a way, he feared meeting another, especially one as old as this one smelled. Vidar knew he couldn't run, but he could keep a steady pace, and perhaps outwit the other. He was baffled by his own change of instincts, but decided it was better that way.
Vidar kept to the paths he knew, keeping low, staying in back alleyways and side-streets. After a while, the moon gleamed out from behind a wall of clouds. The silvery light warmed him, and lit his way. He let his feet wander, as well as his mind. He usually tried to be in his apartment at the curfew, but not tonight. He felt too awake to be confined in such a small space.
He nearly choked when a new smell over-powered him. He sensed a high intelligence, but a small life. And then came the unmistakable musky smell of a vampire-human.
He'd only heard of a dhampire, never seen one.... but his feline curiosity was dulled by the raven's logic. He needed strength, before we went traipsisng off after people of his kind. With a sigh, he turned back the way he came, keeping a look out for any hard-sleeping humans.
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