Oof could you start? I'm sorry I'm still trying to get back into rping after my hiatus!
Posts by PaleLight
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Hope I'm not too late for this!
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The shrill sound of an alarm sounding woke Elijah from his peaceful sleep. He turned on his stomach and buried his head into his down filled pillow before letting out a long sigh. Reaching out a hand he turned off the alarm which had gone off at six o' clock sharp. Running his hand through his thick obsidian hair the young man stood and began to get ready for the day ahead of him.
An hour later Elijah straightened his button up shirt, pick up his necessities for work, and stepped out of his flat before getting into the elevator. Exiting the apartment complex he lived in, he started the short walk to the building in which he worked.
His job isn't all too hard, just tedious. While Eli is quickly becoming quite a successful businessman it has certainly taken a toll on his personality. He's practically forgotten the words 'please' and 'thank you' and when he does say them, its in a cold and unmeaningful tone. Work takes up a majority of his time and he doesn't mind it in the least.
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Elijah's hazel eyes scanned over an old artifact as he milled through an odd dragon museum that had recently opened. He shoved his olive tone hands in his pockets and turned to leave when his gaze landed on a group of four around a mountainous looking sculpture. Two of which were in the ground passed out while two others stood by them. Furrowing his dark brows he contemplated on whether or not to see what was going on but quickly decided against it. Someone probably already called an ambulance and he wanted to get home to watch the new season of Game of Thrones anyway. He turned and started to walk in the opposite direction. After a few steps he slowed to a stop before letting out a sigh and turning around. Like many times before his curiosity got the better of him. As he approached he saw that one girl had a blank look to her features paired with unusually blue eyes while the guy beside her looked terrified and in pain at the same time. "What the hell?" His voice came out as a murmur as he kept a weary eye on the girl while questioning the guy. "What's going on?"
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hiii I'm so sorry! I miss you too I just kinda stopped coming on here?? I probably won't start back up anytime soon but I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay and I hope you are too angel!
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hii i haven't been on here in a while so I'm rustyyy
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hey! I'd like to join if that's ok, I made a bio for my charrie and based it loosely off of your form so lmk if you want more info. Also, should he have powers or anything?
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okay! I'm thinking he has 2 forms he can switch from (obviously human & demon), can manifest fire, and maybe limited form of possession? where he has to be in contact with the one he wants to possess or something like that??
& for the plot I like the supernatural idea where they go hunt evil and what not
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if would be great if you could!
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Sorry my first post is always a lot lol should I keep censoring curse words or do you not mind?
Damien made his was down an alley with his olive toned hands shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans. He hated everything about the situation he was in and it shown clearly in his abnormally dark eyes. Those same eyes locked onto a homeless man who had his back to the young demon and was digging through a garbage bin. Without a moment's hesitation he veered over and kicked the bin, sending it flying down the alley and making the homeless man stumble and fall. The human uttered a few curses and the demon shot some back as he continued down the walkway.
Just before he turned the corner out of the alley a man stepped out and blocked his way. It wasn't just another human, oh no, this was someone all to familiar and the last being Damien cared to see. "Abraxis." The name slipped from his mouth in a seething tone as if the name itself was burning. He knew it was his dad just from the power that radiated from the human vessel he was momentarily possessing. "Son, where is the young man?" Damien scoffed and shrugged response "Like i give a d*mn about some worthless human."
The last word barely escaped his lips when he was slammed against the brick wall of the alley. His fathers forearm quickly found its way to his throat where he felt a heavy force suddenly being pressed against his windpipe. "He isn't worthless. She wasn't worthless." Abraxis' tone turned into an inhuman growl as Damien struggled to breathe under his father's sudden wrath. "You got attached to some human that had a kid and everything. You're pathetic." Damien spat out and took in a long breath of air as he was let go but it didn't last long as his father's fist soon collided against his cheek.
Letting out a string of curses he straightened himself and wiped the dark blood that came from the newly inflicted split on his lip. "Do as I say and find the boy. You've wasted enough time." Hatred and anger created a turmoil of emotions within Damien as he shoved his father away and turned the corner to get away from the fellow demon in disguise. He could feel the strong urge to turn into his natural demonic form as tried to control his anger. He couldn't do it in the middle of town where everyone would see, else he'd have to kill all of the witnesses and that was far too much work than he was willing to do.
As he was in thought and trying to calm himself he didnt see the figure before him and they collided. "Watch where your going." He managed to keep his balance and sent a disgusted glare at the young man that he had run into. He made eye contact do with the human and paused for a moment. He had uncanny similarities to the woman he had slaughtered months before and Damien immediately knew. "This is just my luck isn't it." He grumbled in a low voice and gave a roll of his near black eyes. "Marcus. How have you been?" His anger was subsided and he spoke in a new and uninterest tone.
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I hope this is okay its late and im like half asleep typing it lmao
Damien stood still as he watched Marcus look him over and attempt and fail at recognizing him. He wasn't surprised, when he had gone to kill the other's mother he had taken the form of a whole other human. Running a hand through his light brown hair he frowned lightly as the dark haired boy answered his question with one of his own. "Not yet." The curt answer answer left his mouth as he looked the other over as well. He was a small bit shorter than Damien with messy brown locks and a bitter expression plastered on his features. His irate demeaner seemed to only worsen as they stood in a short silence.
Within a few heartbeats Marcus' voice broke the quiet once again and sparked an interest in the demon. He was fiery and daring, unknowingly telling his mother's killer to 'fuck off'. It was tempting really. He wanted to do just that and go wherever and avoid all his problems but at the same time he wasn't too keen on being incinerated by his father.
With a defeated sigh Damien turned on his heel and went after the grump of a human. Falling in step with him he reached over and pulled out one of Marcus' ear buds. "Come on don't be like that" He spoke with a hint of a faux smile playing on his lips. "Besides," he continued, "What if I said I know who killed your mom?"
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im glad it was even legible lmao. Lmk if this is hard to reply to or if you want something to go differently I don't mind!
Damien's eyes followed his every move and he just barely caught the hope that flashed through his eyes. Amusement glittered in his own optics at how he could manipulate Marcus' emotions so easily with just a few words. This could all end up being pretty entertaining after all. He let the earpiece be snatched out of his fingertips and gave a low laugh at his one worded question. As if he'd actually believe him if he told the truth.
"It was me." He uttered the three words with a cheeky look wanting to test the waters to see how the human would react to such a confession. But he quickly decided otherwise before the other could answer. "Bad joke, my bad." It was too soon to decide what all he wanted to tell this Marcus guy so he quickly formed a different plan instead. "Exactly, she was mutilated. Almost like what an animal might do right?" Damien found it funny how irritable the other was and how quickly his words turned sharp. But it also intriguing to him how easily he spoke of his mother's dead body, weren't humans supposed to overreact about these things?
Ignoring Marcus' clear disdain for his presence Damien adjusted his long sleeve black shirt before looking up to meet his cold glare and continuing. "Youve heard of werewolves right?" He knew there was a pack somewhere around the place he killed the woman, it would be convenient to place the blame on the mutts until he decided on what to do. Thoughts danced within the demons mind as he took in the human before him. It would be so easy to kill him, run his inhuman claws across his throat in a quick swipe like he did with his mother. However, hesitation set in as he remembered the presence of his father, it would be a death wish if he struck out in this moment.
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yay! id absolutely love to do plot 1 with you :) my first post is so embarrassing im so sorry i start acting like a crackhead when im tired lol. ill pm you when im not half asleep & we can set a better foundation for the plot! but it might be a little while as I have work tomorrow and I need to sleep :( ill message you as soon as I catch a break though!
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I'm intrigued by this plot and it looks fun I'd love to rp it with you :)
I hope he's up to par~
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sure I don't mind starting! and im almost always on mobile so i usually have minor typos lol sorry in advance
Malikai's eyes widened in amazement at the sight of the dragon eggs displayed before him. The giddy voices of his siblings urging him to hurry up faded into incomprehensible clamor as his curious brown eyes skimmed over the oval shaped figures. Some eggs were smooth, others jagged, small, and large, a few even seemed to let off a faint glow. No two were exactly alike. Without giving much thought the prince reached a hand in and let his fingers dance across each egg until he stopped at one and let his olive toned hand rest on it. The little creature within the confines of the shell seemed impatient to get out and explore the world as the egg shifted. Malikai grinned and scooped it up within his arms, it wasn't too small and it wasn't too large, the perfect size for him to comfortably carry it. "Ill take this one!" He was quickly pushed out of the way by his inpatient siblings as they quarrled with one another to get their own eggs.
Soon he was sent off by the teacher to prepare for the hatching of his new companion and with no complaint the prince obliged and hurried off to his room. Once there, the curly haired teen gently set his precious cargo onto the soft blankets that enveloped his bed. He took some time to take in every dip and protrusion that covered the egg as excitement coursed through him. "Ill set up a good place for when you decide to come out, don't worry." He spoke allowed as he moved to a corner of his expansive room and sent off servants to bring him mounds of blankets and pillows. Eventually a spot was set up that he deemed comfortable enough for his dragon and he moved the egg to a makeshift cocoon of blankets. He sat on the floor with his eyes glued to the figure, his mind not allowing him to focus on anything other than the scaled egg he had chosen as his own.
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My first posts are always so long lol you dont have to match the length! If you rather something go a different way let me know, ill change it up :)
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please you wrote way more than i could have if i had to rp an egg lol, can i just say i love the name Vincenzo?? its so cool~
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oh god i think this ones even longer
