Posts by TheScarletKing

I'm better now, thanks for the concerns. I need to get surgery done on my nose soon though... Fun....

And it's fine, it happens to me sometimes as well.

Isuet paused for a moment to watch the man's lips moved, which was only for a mere moment but she felt as if even that had been too long of a wait. The thought of a night filled with elegant dancing was enough to make her giddy with excitement, but to actually see how the wolf's society worked from the inside... This could be the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to give the Vampire Kingdom a strong foothold in this war. The idea of that sparked a sense of duty in her veins, although the excitement was all that leaked into her features.

"Same with you," Isuet returned the compliment as she latched herself onto the wolf's arm. "But we really must be going, I don't wish to miss any of it." With that in mind, Isuet tugged and pulled him away from this spot and towards Cry's own kingdom. Although adrenaline was coursing through her stolen blood, lodged in her veins was a feeling of dread. She couldn't help but fear that something would go wrong in this seamless plan, or that something dramatic would happen... Death would be dramatic she supposed...

It took Isuet a while, but as they neared the kingdom she slowed her pace to allow for Christopher to take the lead. She has traveled these routes during attempted sieges, but the dark army had only gotten so far before they were met with blades and claws. The walls to the kingdom were in sight, and this was the first time she had seen the cobblestone, moss-ridden buildings that belonged to the wolves. It was all so different from the Vampiric Kingdom, with strange holes in the walls and the streets were practically empty compared to her own. "Why do you have holes in your walls? Won't the sun reach you?" She paused for a moment to consider her question, and realized how stupid it sounded. They weren't Vampires, they don't need to worry about the sun's rays. A light shade of red painted her cheeks with embarrassment over this silly question, and stared down at their feet which moved in unison. "...Or we can just go ahead and join your people at the ball..."

Marie's lips thinned into a dangerously thin line as he rejected his own property, but there was no point in arguing so she simply stuffed the flimsy cardboard box into her pocket without a word of disapproval. Her eyes then moved away from Gavin and towards the morning sun that danced through her midnight curls and penetrated the orbs that attempted to catch a glimpse of this bright light, but the sheer amount of light that her pupils received were far too much and forced her to look somewhat south of the sun... Or she had been until the man began to inspect her face.

Marie had been about to tell him a white lie: that she was fine. Of course she wasn't, as her pummeled features were sore and throbbing still... It didn't matter what she had told the man it seemed, as before she knew it he had left her on the balcony without an answer to his question. A quiet scoff and a roll of her eyes made its way onto her feminine features, taking another long drag of the cigarette. "Why ask if you weren't expecting an answer...?" Marie questioned herself as if she was awaiting some Godly being to answer the question, but alas no voices disturbed the bustling sounds of an awakening city and so she did not press further for an answer.

Marie had stayed on that balcony until her cigarette had run dry, and that's when she tossed it over the railings and slipped away inside. Marie had practically flown down the stairs, much more lively compared to yesterday as well as a lot less flirty. That entire mess yesterday had kind of dimmed her desire to tempt Gavin as she had done not long ago, although don't get too fond of it as she's bound to break that all-too quickly... Perhaps within the hour.

Marie's eyes traveled to the young girl practically drooling over her plate, and a smile touched her lips although it threatened to fade when her father had snapped at Macy. "Relax and adjust your thong, I think it's on too tight," Marie scolded Gavin as if he were a dog that had just pissed on the rug. "No reason to get pissy with her, she hadn't even touched her fork smart ass." Marie didn't entirely know why she had gotten so defensive over Macy when he wasn't truly scolding her, but she had. Marie's best assumption that she could draw from it was that her own self had been the subject of verbal, but not physical, abuse from Daddy. He was always counting her flaws and screaming his guts out at her for something as simple as forgetting to close the toilet seat. To this day she doesn't entirely know why Daddy had did the bizarre things he did, but she supposed that a piece of those buried emotions had been uncovered by Gavin simply scolding his daughter... It wasn't really her place to do so either, so she simply seated herself at the table and ignored whatever harsh stare she was receiving.

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Marie's eyes did not lift from Gavin for the longest moment, face expressionless as she studied him. Her blood had not boiled until her skin turned red, but she didn't shy away from his "correction" either. More so it intrigued her to say the least, as he didn't simply bend over and take it or even held back even a small amount of anger. Most men that she had snapped at either laughed it off and treated her as if she was a child that didn't understand, or simply ignored the insults in order to stay on Marie's good side.

Marie had slipped into the realm of the dazed as she had lost herself in her pointless staring, and became rather zombie-like as she didn't seem entirely too wary of the world around her. Only when she had taken a bite out of her sausage is when she broke free from this trance, as the piece she hadn't been chewing slipped off her fork and disappeared into the space between her breasts. A sudden gasp escaped her lips accompanied by a slight squeal, leaping to her feet and shaking her shirt until the food reappeared on the ground at her feet.

It was only after she had seen the half-eaten sausage on the floor that she realized just how stupid she must have looked. Marie questioned Gavin's parenting skills when she was no parent herself, she had stared at him practically the entire meal to try and figure out how he worked {Without succeeding}, and then allowed food to fall into her bra before doing a freaky little dance to try and get it out. A light red hue painted her cheeks as she turned on her heels and made her way back down the hallway and towards the stairs. "I need to get ready for work..." She muttered her excuse as to why she left the dining table with a plate still full of food, although the truth of it was that she was simply too ashamed to sit with them any longer.

It had taken Marie a considerable amount of time to prepare for her first day, having needed to tease her hair into an appropriate shape and coat her face in a light amount of make up. The outfit she wore was formal... ish.... It was a low-cut grey dress that exposed both her breasts and her long, tanned legs. She wore high heels of a matching shade which clicked against the ground as she made her way towards the door.

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Morgan. A six-letter word that others would call this young girl, have been calling her since birth. Morgan's true parents remained a mystery, as she was simply a small bundle abandoned on the church's steps one fateful night. Father would often tell her how not a single cloud had darkened the stars burning brightly in the sky, or how even the horses and the chickens had seemed unusually merry in their ways. Father had taken the infant in as his own, raised her with all the care she could never require and all the love she could never desire... It did not matter to neither of them that they were not blood-related, Morgan was still Father's daughter, and the good Lord was there to watch over the pair.

Then there was Daniel, the man who had grown up beside Morgan. He was a few years older than herself, four years to be exact, and ever since Morgan could walk and talk they've been inseparable. Father {and practically everyone else for that matter} had always bragged and boasted about how the two would one day be bonded as man and wife, and it seems as if Father was right. The two were engaged to be wedded Sunday night two weeks from now, although Morgan could honestly admit that she did not want to be any man's wife... The life of a housewife seemed to bland, too domestic.

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Moments ago, church had its services like it did every Sunday {And sometimes during the week days if Father was feeling well enough to host such events} and Morgan was currently trying to escape the protective watch of Daniel and the lectures from loving Father that was bound to arrive sooner or later, after church was when Father usually lectured her over the realms of both Heaven and Hell. She had learned a lot from Father through those lectures, but she was not in the mood for either man to smother her.

Morgan wanted to be alone, to be free with only the Lord to herd her, although Father would be upset if he learned she had left the village. Never before had she left the secure little huts and the shadow of the cathedral, although she one day hoped to. Perhaps when Father was a little more lenient and Daniel was a little less protective, but that would not be a day any time soon.

So for now, Morgan had to resort to standing at the shadow's edge, as far as she could travel, and stared out into the grassy plains and cobblestone roads that remained constant until it slipped away past the horizon... What did it look like? The world, that is. She had seen pictures and read stories from the books in Father's study, but never before had she gazed upon the scaling mountain tops and barren deserts with her own two eyes, and never before had she felt the salty water of the sea brush against her skin... Daniel had, though, and although the bible warns against the feeling of envy towards another, she can't help how her skin grows green at the thought.

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Out of the corner of those green orbs that perched themselves upon her feminine, pretty-little face, Morgan had seen this man approach her person for a moment longer than it took the stranger to actually speak, and for a while longer she was silent. Morgan's eyes scanned his figure, taking in his features and trying to pin them on a known resident of the village. See, it was a tightly-knit community where everyone knows everyone, and a new face stands out as if it were a sore thumb amongst those that were healthy. He was a sore thumb, a nameless face that her brain unconsciously seared into her memory should she ever meet him again. While the stranger intrigued Morgan, it was nothing surprising. Merchants and traveling nomads visited this quiet little town all the time, yet very rarely would Morgan ever be approached by one. Usually either Daniels warns them off or Father steals their attention.

A gay smile touches the girl's lips as her head bobs in a vertical pattern, yet shifts it's form slightly to the side as her head tilts. "Of course! Of course!" Morgan enthusiastically reassured him, almost ready to skip off down the road to show him every pebble and wildflower that resided itself in their lovely little village, yet paused as she came to the realization of something: Who was this stranger? It calmed her flame of excitement as it replaced itself with a gnawing sense of dread, seeing as if Daniel had gazed upon her with this man it would surely spark suspicion and, more than likely, aggression towards them both. While Daniel was very tender and caring towards Morgan, he had a temper that was not difficult to ignite, and once it's been set it's a raging wildfire that would burn anything and everything in sight... Morgan still bared the hidden scars of their last argument.

"Um... But I must ask first..." Morgan paused for a moment, glancing towards the cathedral to make sure that Daniel was nowhere in sight and to her relief, he wasn't. Daniel might be helping Father with confessions, it was usually busy this time of day as the sinners came crawling in for forgiveness. With that comfort in mind, her head turned sharply back towards this stranger in front of her, light blonde hair bouncing at the sudden movement. "Who are you exactly? I haven't seen you before, and trust me, I'd remember if I had."

That's kewl, any plot ideas in mind?

Take your time :)

I like it so far, but I would suggest to make it a little more... erm... relevant to the time period. For example, a woman back then was the equivalent to a cow so a woman would not be allowed to single-handedly rule a Kingdom. She would be forced to marry a man who could run the Kingdom, so maybe the King becomes more and more of a plot issue as the romance starts to come in?

Yeah but I haven't finished the series yet so no spoiler alerts... I've only read up to the third book cause my library needs to get the rest of its shiz in 8)

That's fine though, reply when you canz :p

Yep, I've done enough zombie RP's, movies, books, and stuff to last me a lifetime {Plus I get real bad anxiety attacks from them so I try to avoid these....}

Anyways, I have no plot in mind yet {But I am staying home today so give me a chance to think about it} but I'm thinking a wantz to do a magical superz adventure in a non-zombie apocalypse...? Like give me a chance to think about a plot, I'm really good at coming up with good plots so you won't be disappointed even though I request we do bxg cause I'm just not comfortable with anything else... I don't have a problem with the RP's themselves but everytime I try like bxb or gxg I come out awkward and the RP doesn't last very long to say the least {Well I tend to come out awkward anyways but I come out as super awkward and stuffles :/ }

Yeah thanks for understanding, I had the idea that the issue would be a bigger issue XD

Anyways... I meant like mutant-people caused the apocalypse kind of thingy. Like here's my ideaz:

Ok so the government {Gosh aren't they just amazing? I mean without them, I would be sitting in a yacht with some icky stranger to wait on me hand and foot so I can be fat and lazy... Whew... Dodged s bullet there, thanks Congress!} has been kidnapping and stowing away people for decades as if the people were simply there for the pickings, and then they would erase their identities as if they had never existed. The reason for this? Genetic testing to make them into killing machines of war. They destroy their victim's DNA and replace it with something else, something... Frightening. Some people gain the ability to shift between a normal form and a monstrous one, and then others are given freakish powers of heightened strength/hearing/etc, and then some are transformed completely into these humanoid bringers of death {Basically anything you can imagine}. They all have one thing in common though: none of them wanted to be this way. As soon as one idiot allowed one to escape, they all did. The creatures were resentful of pure humans, all of them, and the way they saw it was that if they couldn't be human, than no one could. So these killing machines raged a blood-thirsty war on the land, and people didn't even last a chance. It was done and over with in a blink of an eye, the humanoid freaks came out victorious with very few casualties.

Ok so our characters:

Character B was once like all of the other creatures: Blood-thirsty and ruthless. He is the leader of the Gateway Pack {You know, St. Louis has that arch that makes it the "Gateway City"... Get it? Get it? :p } and has a reputation to uphold after all. Well, then he meets character G, and while at first he planned on killing her the sight of a rouge beating him to it sparked a sense of duty and he did not hesitate to defend her. That's when all the baddy feelings go away and they begin to build a friendship with rainbows and unicorns

Well it doesn't take long for the pack to find out about this girl, and while they attempt to kill her B suggests kidnapping her to see if she could reveal where the other humans are hiding which is the only thing that saves her. During these "interrogation" meetings between the pack leader and human, stuffles and romance happens and now B has a choice:

A) Protect who he loves but risk getting them both killed.

Or B) Destroy the love of his life to save his own.

Marie's hand was perched lightly on the golden knob of the mahogany-wooden door as she heard Gavin's voice call out to her. The woman paused and waited, head turning to the side to spot the man running towards her to see just what he wanted. Now, the woman expected the words he spoke to be bitter leftovers from the scolding she had received not too long ago, but not words of encouragement.

Marie blinked and turned her full body to face him, staring as the gears in her mind slowly turned and grinded against one another. Her confused, almost dazed, eyes were reluctant to move from his face as she awaited some symptom of amusement from a joke or doubt from a lie, but neither emotion crossed his face and left Marie to draw her own conclusions. Slowly, she turned to look at the bag and reached out to take it. Her dainty little fingers wrapped around the handle, her hand brushing against his, and she held her hand there for a short while. Marie's hand did not move while her eyes locked with Gavin's, carefully picking out each and every expression that crossed through that man's darker orbs and sorting through all of them to see if anything suspicious crossed them. Then she slowly pulled at the bag until the butler loosened his grip enough for him to take it.

"Thanks," Marie murmured, the feeling of caution escaping from her body as she realized that this man probably was not pulling some deeper form of revenge. "You're treating me as if I were a child going off to school on the first day, though," She pointed out as a sly smile crept its way onto her features. In more of a playful, flirtatious way rather than a serious gesture, she non-hesitantly took the man's hand and placed it on the curves of her ass. "That's not a good idea, cause I can do much, much more to you than any kid could."

With that, Marie pulled away from Gavin rather suddenly and looked over his face for the sure anger and possible symptoms of his aroused body and a smile crossed her face. "I'll see you later," She assured Gavin before exiting the penthouse without another word.

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"Mon...ey?" Morgan echoed his words, leaning over a slight bit to examine the contents of his bag but stopped herself rather quickly and righted her position. It was rude to peer into another's privacy, and something had told her subconsciously that the idea was a poor one. Her head shook quickly, as if she was shaking away the idea of intruding on this man's personal space while simultaneously refusing the offer. "No, Father always tells me that when someone needs help, money isn't needed... Besides, we don't have much use of currency here, we're just too out in the country to make use of it," Morgan explained, reaching out and taking hold of his wrist to pull his attention away from the bag.

"Here, follow me into the church... I'm sure that our cathedral is the reason you came here, yes? It's only the best one for miles around," Morgan boasted as she started to lead this stranger towards the towering brick-building that they stood in the shadow of. It was the only one for miles around, actually... But Morgan was sure if tens of thousands of churches were built in this village, Father's lovely cathedral would still be sitting on the top.

No wonder Morgan thought this, as the interior was perhaps more breathtaking than the exterior. The walls were intricately carved into arches and pillars and shapes that even Morgan could not place a name on, and dozens of stain-glass windows decorated the wall, each one depicting a bible story. There was Moses leading the Jews through the red sea towards their far left, and then there was Daniel in the lion's den opposite of that. The most breathtaking one was the Virgin Mary coddling the infant Jesus over the chapel in which Father often presides over the people. Directly in front of the large double doors was a garden fountain which was constantly spewing out Holy Water into the pool of the worshiped liquid below. Morgan very lightly dipped her fingers into the Holy liquid before dabbing it on her forehead, both shoulders, and then one spot on her lower abdomen to form the Holy cross Then, Morgan stepped to the side and looked to Ezekiel expectantly.

Yeah I'm sorry but I uber quickly just lost all of my muse but you were really into this thread so i tried and tried to stay interested, but it was a losing battle. Sorry.

Sorry but I don't think so... We've already tried to add more plots and stuffles but my muse didn't get better.

I really don't like doing this, but I think this thread's going down... I feel guilty though so look at this picture of meh new puppeh: She's freaking adorable

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A scowl was still set on those unhappy lips of Drahzan's, even as he watched Asiru leave his presence. Was that the road that this snake was going down? That he wanted Mau to bear a serpent child? There were doubts, but with the way he was acting there was still that gnawing feeling of dread. Well, he supposed that he shouldn't be too bothered by that, seeing as Drahzan had probably fathered a few litters of his own, but his blood was scathing with anger and a growing sense of duty. He needed to keep that snake as far away from Mau as possible, or at least long enough for Mau to go into heat and become pregnant with Drahzan's own pup, that should be enough of a deterrence from shifters like Asiru.

Drahzan should know, considering he was... Maybe still is... rather similar with females to Asiru. He often compared women to ale, you could never have just one cup. It was an addiction to say the least, but an addiction that he was attempting to get better about. Asiru was free to do as he wished, seeing as that man had no mate to tie down his loyalty, and the Alpha's greatest fear was that the serpent would step far past his boundaries and into a land meant for Drahzan's eyes and Drahzan's body only.

"Asshole," Drahzan muttered, turning towards Mau and considering stealing her away to their bedroom to release his anger and aggression, but soon the anger was pushed down to allow for a new emotion to step in. The new king felt... overwhelmed. First his people were threatening to revolt, he need to hold the hands of the newly-freed Hybrids as if they were pups learning to walk, Jehan was raining down Hell on Drahzan, and then not to mention now he needed to keep a close eye on Asiru now. Slowly, Drahzan moved over to the bench and plopped down in it, resting his head in his hands as he thought the situation over.

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☣ Dierk Gisbert Fruehauf ☣

☣ 26 Years of Age ☣

~ History ~

☣ From birth, Dierk was always at the top of the food chain. He was the oldest of three siblings, and the ultimate supreme ruler over all of those snotty brats during childhood. In school he was a beloved jock who every girl wanted to have his arm draped around, and every guy wanted to be around. In between his rich social status and athletic build, he was the dream boy who practically owned the school {Unofficially of course}.

Well, things had began to change during his grade school years. It was unbelievably impossible, but Dierk seemed to be pushed even further up the social ladder as Hitler took office. The star of the school was the perfect model of the Aryan citizen, with the perfect light blonde hair and light-colored orbs {And not to mention his natural hatred for those imperfect blemishes of their German society}.

Eventually Dierk graduated with a full scholarship that he did not truly need seeing as he was not only rich, but did not want to attend college. With the influence of his beloved parents, he signed up for the militia in hopes to scale the Nazi ranks and sit nice and pretty on the very top of everyone where he belongs... Things do not always go to plan, but perhaps in a few years he will finally be promoted to a position well-deserved by his person. ☣

~ Personality ~

Dierk has that artificial character that you'd expect to see in these spoiled, worshiped brats.

Flirtatious

Oh yes the art of wooing, something that Dierk had under his fingers by the too-young age of ten. As the Aryan child, he would often resort to trying those slick words on the lower-classed citizens who could not get a soul to pay them any attention. It did not take long for this child to grow into a man, and by then he had slept with probably half of the girls at his school and with his growing ego came a growing sense of desire for something more than one-night-stands and girls who could not see past the money and the body, but of course he would never admit this to a living soul {Nor a dead one at that...}.

Confident

That cocky attitude combined with flirtatious tendencies combine for a deadly venom, one that nail you right in the heart strings and cloud your brain with tempting thoughts. He has an attitude that he could do whatever he wants whenever he wants, and so far it's proven itself true. His actions rarely hold consequences, save the times of praise and rewarding.

Ambitious

Dierk has the idea of becoming a wealthy, successful man in the high ranks of the German force. He even believes that he's worthy enough to become Hitler's right-hand man in the future... Maybe even take his place one day... Although he's had little success so far to back this dream of his up.