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Post by Siete on Jan 17, 2009 12:57:19 GMT -8
(((Open to all members. This is just an introductory thread, to get the Role Playing started)))
New Mayhem, the largest vampire city in North America. Hidden from humans, not-quite safe from witches, and sometimes visited by shapeshifters. This is where the creatures of the dark can show themselves for what they truly are. They are proud, they are beautiful, they are vampires.
Las Noches, the heart of New Mayhem. It has a mural of a forest on the outside wall, and the doors and windows are black. Inside, the only light is the pounding red strobe light, giving everything a blood washed look. Further confusion is added by the walls of cracked mirror, reflecting everything in grotesque and distorted proportions. At the bar, no ID is ever taken, and all the drinks are free. Though there is nothing there that would hurt a vampire, there is plenty that will hurt a human. In the club of night, nothing is as it seems.
It’s just after sundown, and the crowd is about half vampire, half human. The human bartender, Rabe, chats with another human regular. At one table, Jager and Fala are murmuring conversationally to each other, each holding a glass of red liquid in their hands. Aubrey has just entered, and goes over to the opposite side of the bar from Risika. The female vampire in question is sitting on a table, chatting with Kaei. It is as peaceful as it could be. But, like any large group of predators, fighting can break out at any moment.
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Post by Alex Grey on Jan 20, 2009 19:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Kendra on Feb 12, 2009 13:05:40 GMT -8
(My entrance sort of has to do with my RP Sample in my App ^_^)
Striding into the room was a woman who looked as beautiful as she was lethal. Before she had even entered, she heard the thoughts of the weaker Vampires as they wondered what she was doing out in the open; Kendra had been just whispers lately, barely around those of her own kind. But New Mayhem had been tugging at her heart lately, and she could not help but give in and find out why she was so curious.
Upon reaching the location of the blood bar, Kendra was alerted as to why she was so interested-- the power of the room was just as intoxicating as the smell of blood, the looks of the beautiful Vampires around her. The weak humans were barely even acknowledged by the ancient female as she strode over to the middle of the bar. Kendra was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with black leather boots up to her knee over them. On top, she was wearing a simple white t-shirt, but on her it somehow looked stunning as it showed off her perfect frame.
But looks aren't everything; underneath the sex appeal of her clothing was a fire and ferocity that one could read easily on her aura, if she allowed one to. But for now, Kendra was there simply to observe. Hopping up easily onto a bar stool, the woman grabbed the nearest bottle of blood and sniffed the contents. Crinkling her nose, Kendra searched and grabbed another bottle and poured it into the wine glass that was handed to her by the frail human behind the counter. Without even a nod, Kendra poured a glass of the blood she desired and drank, watching everyone around her.
Not all in the room had seen her before, but the Vampire in the woods had known who she was, and she expected something to happen by her presence; really, she wouldn't even mind if someone just came up and had the guts to speak to her. It all depended on her mood, and she was feeling very demure and relaxed. For the time being.
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Post by Myseri Rhayne on Mar 4, 2009 17:18:21 GMT -8
Myseri had been wandering the streets of New Mayhem when she realized it was getting awfully close to sundown. Hurrying without speeding up her pace, she headed to the bar. Oh how she needed a drink. She assumed the regulars would be there, though she really didn't care. No one seemed to notice her here. It wasn't unusual in a crowd full of beautiful vampires to get lost. As much as she hated to admit it, she wasn't in the spotlight here.
Rounding the corner, she sighed as the door of the bar squeaked when she pushed it. I'm going to start wearing a big, blinking sign to announce myself, she thought to herself sarcastically. Her light aqua eyes scanned the room through her dark black hair. She hadn't picked up on anything obviously out of place. Then again, these people would only be putting themselves out there if they were dumb, or looking for a fight. Myseri was neither dumb nor was she in the mood to fight. She was, however, in the mood to drink.
Sliding over to her red stool close to the far corner, the bartender looked her way with a smile. Before she could blink, a black opal was headed her way. It was laced with blood of course, since she really hadn't the urge to go out feeding lately. It was odd for her to feel that way, but then again, that's how she got when depression slumped on top of her. Being alone was the worst thing for her, but being alone in a town like this was suicide. Not knowing what line she was from didn't exactly help her find a home either. She sipped her drink and left a small, delicate lipstick mark on its rim. She took another glance around the room. Maybe something would pick up.
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Post by Kendra on Mar 17, 2009 10:17:49 GMT -8
With such high powers as she owned, Kendra heard the thoughts of the young Vampiress who had entered Las Noches. It seemed the young girl wanted attention, but many of the creatures in the room were much too busy trying to figure out why one of Siete's direct descendants was in the bar, let alone in territory that belonged to Silver.
I bow to no one, especially not Silver, Kendra told herself, pride laced in her thoughts. Oh yes, she was vain and arrogant at times, but her fiery ways kept everyone from pointing out such attitudes. Deciding to stretch her aura a little bit, the air felt as if it crackled as the ancient woman allowed more of her power to seep out into the room. Taking in an unneeded breath, Kendra reveled in the fiery smell that was her power. Glancing about, she saw one young vampire get up and leave, followed soon after by a Shapeshifter Kendra had seen a few times before.
Oddly enough, Kendra was intrigued by that specific Shapeshifter, but she would catch up with the woman later, if she truly felt like doing so. Otherwise, she would stay here to watch whatever madness would go on. Still a few bar stools away from her, Kendra wondered why the young Myseri was so desperate for attention. With an attitude as hers, she could soon be dead. But I will let her live, Kendra thought, studying the girl out of the corner of her never-ending black eye.
Kendra nearly laughed out loud when she noticed that the vampiress' eyes were not black, but a lovely blue-green; was this girl so vain-- or scared-- of the blackness her eyes should be that she hid them from the world? It was odd to Kendra, for in her day (so very long ago), her eyes showed those around her the power and might she held over them, and she adored the feeling of reverence. Now, though, times were different-- and perhaps eye color was more important than actual power.
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Post by Myseri Rhayne on Mar 27, 2009 6:47:16 GMT -8
Myseri shifted uneasily in her chair as she felt eyes at her side. She didn't even need to look up, the power radiating form her was enough. Kendra, she thought immediately. The woman definitely lived up to the expectations everyone had murmured in the streets. That, and possibly the darkness her eyes beheld. The young girl never really had the blackened eyes everyone else seemed to. Then again, they used to be completely white. Her mind drifted back to the never-ending ridicule she got in grade school before she blossomed. Then, her eyes murdered and buried many men. Her self-destruction was only a drop in the ocean compared to what those souls did to themselves.
A small sigh escaped her as she spun the stool to look around the room. It wasn't necessarily full-blown attention she wanted, it was more a sense of belonging. Neither of the world's she drifted in had actually accepted her. In their minds, she never fit. Humans thought she was cruel and reckless. Vampires believed she wasn't 'all there.' Quickly closing her eyes, she threw that away. It was a new city and she would find a way to figure things out.
She slid the rest of her drink down her throat and placed the glass on the bar behind her. Myseri had a job to do. That's why she had came to New Mayhem anyway. Inhaling deeply, she turned to Kendra. No doubt, this was the type that spoke mainly threw thoughts. Myseri had done it all the time, but it wasn't formal. Chivalry got the best of her as she began to speak, "Excuse me, can I borrow a moment of your time?" With that kind of question who knew what the answer would be. "I need a litle assistance decifering my line," she added quickly. Immeadiately laughter always followed and a quick 'good luck, moron' joined the party. Sure, talking to someone as high up the food chain as Kendra would more than likely get her killed, but she was beyond desperate anymore.
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Post by Kendra on Mar 27, 2009 11:36:05 GMT -8
Turning as the attention-wanting young vampiress next to her, Kendra found that the girl was extremely young. She had felt her youth before, but even in the way the girl looked and acted-- either something was not quite right, or she was truly as young as she seemed. Time means very little to me, Kendra thought to herself, not quite annoyed, but still wondering what in the world the girl could possibly want.
"Deciphering your line?" The ancient repeated, not knowing what the young woman was talking about. She called herself Myseri, though, as if she had seen sad things. But Kendra's mind flashed to a moment in time when a great and powerful city fell, before returning back to the present; Kendra truly had seen terrible things.
All around, Kendra's mind brushed with vampires who were in shock over the fact that this youth was still alive, let alone talking to someone as powerful and hot-headed as Kendra. Not that Kendra always killed right away, but she didn't exactly seem very open to people, either. But for the sheer daring of the girl, Kendra allowed her to speak.
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Post by Myseri Rhayne on Mar 27, 2009 12:10:39 GMT -8
Maybe it wasn't as ubsurd as she had thought. Kendra obviously was going over what she meant, which means Myseri wasn't entirely crazy or stupid. Feeling the eyes burn into her back, she stood a little taller. Honestly, she was waiting for a descendant to jump her skin at any moment for talking to Kendra.
"You see," she began rather calmly, "I have no idea who or where I belong with. You have an amazing line. Artistic, fiery. I just don't know where I go." She was slightly resembling a lost puppy dog. Somehow, she knew it wouldn't help her case, but she couldn't change it either. It was pretty much stuck that way.
As strong as Myseri had always been, she began to melt under Kendra's gaze. Her dark, black eyes caught everyone in the room. They shone of power and wisdom. What did Myseri have? Light aqua eyes that everyone assumed to look directly into her soul. The only thing in common with her eyes and her soul were the icy, cold.
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Post by Kendra on Mar 30, 2009 12:04:20 GMT -8
The young lady talked about how Kendra had "her line," as if it were the only thing that defined her. It brought a momentary scowl do Kendra's face, but she quickly wiped all emotion, allowing everything to simmer in her eyes, as she always did. "You say you do not know where you belong, and state my bloodline as if it is all of who I am," Kendra began. She chose her words carefully, but the vampiress' mind moved quick enough that she did not have to pause as she spoke to get her thoughts out in a coherent manner.
"You choose who you belong with. There is a corner for us all, you must find your own." The words sounded odd, and the closes thing to motherly Kendra had said in an extremely long time. But the words were true; if this young Myseri thought she belonged among the cruel, they would most likely accept her. Or she would find another corner. "Perhaps your place is with the heartless," it seemed the girl would fit there-- there was something cold in her soul-- "Or perhaps it is with those witches and others at SingleEarth. No one finds your place but yourself."
Kendra reached out and lifted a bottle of warm, wonderful blood and poured herself a wine glass full. It was beautiful red in color and she sipped it happily, studying Myseri's aura and face, watching all of her reactions without totally diving into the girls' mind.
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