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  • ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶤʳᵉ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ


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    Esther had never thought much of her hair. There was, however, one exception. From the snot-crusted days of toddlerhood, when she'd been hardly old enough to speak let alone make appearance-altering decisions, she had obstinately refused to allow it to grow an inch past her shoulders. She never bothered running a brush through the dark ginger curls, never seemed to notice or care that, over the years, they had absorbed a life of their own.


    And now, stepping into her first period class with the fiery coils dancing into her face, she couldn't help but think that it was about time for another haircut.


    It was the first day back after those three liberating months, known fondly by all as summer vacation. She figured that meant there was no shortage of new kids wandering the hallways of Bastion High School, so her presence drew a predictable amount of attention... In other words, zip. It was because she knew nobody, and nobody approached her, that the only thing she could bother to think about was her hair. But even that evaded her mind as she read the words, scribbled in what appeared some kind of mad haste, across the board.


    "Welcome to Ms. Harp's AP World History course! The seat you choose will be yours for the semester, so choose wisely. Syllabuses and supply lists are stacked the front table. Take one of each as you come in."


    The teacher herself was nowhere to be found.


    Already, one or two students had claimed seats towards the back of the room. As she picked up the papers from the front table, she decided to take a seat on the far edge of the room, directly beside the door that led outside. It was with a quiet, relieved sigh that she sunk into her desk.


    Fifteen minutes until the bell rang. That meant she had plenty of time to mentally prepare herself before the day really kicked off.

  • ᵖˡᵒᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵐᵉ - ᵐᵉᵍᵃ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; opacity: 0.80;]Hi, I'm Labyrinthine and I'm a semi-advanced to advanced roleplayer. I have had a thing for supernatural romances over the past couple of weeks, and was wondering if anybody wanted to plot with me?


    A few things:
    - I prefer to play the main female, but will play numerous characters at one time. If you wish to play both a main male and a female, I have no problem doing the same.
    - I enjoy things where the characters are backed by either a pack or a family of some sort, so you will probably end up playing one or two side characters as well.
    - I don't have any triggers or anything I am unwilling or unable to roleplay. If you do, please tell me and I will do my best to ensure that you don't have to roleplay it out.
    - On that note, I do prefer to play things with a PG-13+ sort of rating. Violence and "love scenes" are just fine, but I always fade out when the clothes come off.


    NOW, with that out of the way, the real fun begins. Here are a few concepts I have a lot of muse for at the moment:


    - Werewolves from opposing packs fall in love, but it is forbidden by their pack members. Or a werewolf in a pack falls in love with a lone wolf, which is equally forbidden.
    - A human girl moves to a small town and sparks the immediate interest of either a vampire or werewolf.
    - Tragedy befalls a human girl, who is for whatever reason turned into a vampire and thrust into the "family life" of a local vampire family/clan. She must continue acting like a normal teenager while learning to control her vampiric urges.
    - A human girl witnesses a vicious fight between supernatural creatures, and is taken into the family/pack of either vampires or werewolves so as to ensure her silence.
    - Forbidden love between feuding vampire and werewolf.


    If you like any of these ideas, or have any similar ones of your own, state your interest! Trust me, I don't bite.

  • ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃʷᵃʸ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ

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    She froze midstep, and melted back against the lockers. Was this a smart idea? Of course not. Was she going to do it anyway? Most definitely. Would she regret it? Let's hope not.


    She squared her shoulders and spun around, dodging several annoyed students as she started hurriedly after Damien.


    "Hey, Damien! Wait up a second, huh?"

  • ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃʷᵃʸ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; margin-top: -1px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.85; letter-spacing: 1px]Victoriana blinked, baffled. Then it registered in her head that the rest of his pack probably wouldn't look too kindly upon the two of them standing within the same proximity let alone chatting it up in the middle of a crowded hallway. She felt that familiar burning rush of frustration at just how difficult the stupid feud had to make things.


    The short vampire sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. She knew he was right, and she couldn't bare to risk getting him in any more trouble than he was probably already in with his companions.


    "Alright, fine. We won't talk here then," Her voice was scarcely more audible than a whisper among the monotonous drone of the hallway. She knew he could hear her, though, as werewolves and vampires shared an acute sense of hearing. She upturned her dark eyes to him and tilted her head in the direction of the door.


    "Could you please come out to my car with me. You can miss a little bit of one class, can't you?" Skipping class was nothing out of the ordinary for her. Everybody, the teachers included, expected it of she and her siblings at this point... But their grades were so excellent that nobody ever bothered to question their whereabouts.


    She couldn't believe she was really asking a werewolf to come out to the car with her. It was her car, of course, but it was also the car she carpooled with the rest of her siblings in. There was one good thing about their absences today.

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  • ᵖˡᵒᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵐᵉ - ᵐᵉᵍᵃ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Yes! Sounds like a plan to me. I can make the thread at some point today or later tonight! I'm at school right now, actually, so it's probably not the best of times. If you'd like, I can also play a pack member or two?

  • For: Our Vampire Plot

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    And yes. I've heard of True Blood, but I don't know anything about it.

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  • neutral ground. || pafp, must be willing to play 2+ characters, vampire roleplay

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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    An answer popped a bit too quick from Olivia's lips.




    "I would love that." Even a momentary escape from the choke-hold she felt this place had on her was an opportunity well worth leaping at.




    She hugged her arms around herself as a low growl rumbled through her stomach. Admittedly, she was beginning to wish she had taken a chance on the school lunch, but the period must have been nearing an end at some point soon. She wouldn't have any time to eat if she went for food now.




    She offered Rocky a wry smile. "Seriously. It doesn't look like I'll be making many other plans this year, so I'm available whenever you're in the mood to just take off."





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    ESTHER MORGAN


    Now that caught Esther's attention. Her head snapped automatically to the side.




    "What?" she exclaimed in unison with a baffled Eli.




    "Zac, Man. What on Earth is going through your head?" It was convenient that Eli managed to recover his voice before Esther. Had Esther claimed the spotlight before him, she would have looked quite the sputtering fool.




    Sure, there were occasions in which she had given into the temptation of a haggard old drunk, or perhaps a druggie so gaunt that their blood seemed more like the consumed drug than actual blood, but she hadn't done that in a few years.




    "Seriously. You know you can come to us if you need help. If nothing else, Delilah or Samuel would try to help if something's going on." Her own voice was surprisingly suave, somehow unaffected by the confusion spilling through her veins.





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  • ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶤʳᵉ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ

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    Morning was Esther's favorite part of the day. She was particularly fond of that brief period occurring just before sunrise, when the smell of dawn was in the air, but the night still hung like a fragile, sable veil over the town. Second best only to that fleeting period was around when the light grew brighter and the world became ensconced in varying hues of rich, milky blues and greys.


    Of course, her favoritism towards mornings was all in the aesthetics; she didn't actually fancy the internal struggle of whether or not it was worth it to drag herself out of bed and down the stairs. Summer's finale meant that she could no longer side with her bed over a hasty awakening. There was an upside to every situation, however, and she had always been prone to seeking it out. That she got to be awake each day, just in time to see black transfigure into runny blue, and blue into the day was what she decided to focus on as she stared sleepily through the glass door, a fire escape that would only ever prove a necessity in the instance of monthly, state-wide fire drills.


    Something made Esther look away from the window.


    It was an instinct, something that came as automatically to her as fight and flight although she couldn't have said for what reason.


    The room had filled up since she had last looked over, but there was one boy in particular who caught her eye... And she didn't seem isolated in her interest.


    Only, her absorption spawned more from a deep-rooted shock. Striking eyes, the golden gateways to El Dorado itself, had locked onto her before she had even glanced over. A jolt of electricity zapped down her spine, deeming her unable to peel herself away. There was a brief, ridiculous moment of unreality in which she was positive she had seen those eyes before.


    And then they were gone. In the wake of a smile that somehow managed both gracefulness and discomfort, the boy's attention shifted away of her. It was only then that Esther, in a state of utter stupefaction, released a breath she hadn't known she was holding.


    What had just happened to her? A visual sweep of the room said that she wasn't the only one to have taken notice of this strangely attractive student. She was relieved that nobody seemed to have noticed her own enthrallment, and quickly slumped forward, sliding her arms over the enameled surface of the desk. In the process, she sent both sheets of paper sprawling from the top corner and flying each in their own directions.


    Crap! Belly twisting, she lurched out of her seat and lunged for the paper to land nearest to her desk.
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  • ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃʷᵃʸ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ


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    "I wouldn't think that your alpha is that strict," was her first and foremost remark. Werewolves made tight-knit packs and were supposed to protect each other tooth and nail... That's why she was so confused as to why a werewolf would defend her against his own pack mate.


    "You know this fighting is ridiculous, too, don't you?" Before he could reply to her original statement, she leaned forward as though eager for his answer. "This... This feud between your pack and my family has gone on for too long. I just can't believe you actually stood up against your own packmate for me. I owe you my face." A small smile tugged persistently at the corners of her lips.

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  • ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃʷᵃʸ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26pt;color: firebrick; opacity: 0.95; letter-spacing: -1px]VICTORIANA WRAY[/fancypost]
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    So he agreed, then! From what she had so far seen, his pack members were like drones. They were told that the Wray's were an inherently evil bunch, thus they believed it. As for the Wray's... Well, her siblings were easily provoked, and bristled like quarrelsome cats at the most minor of insults. If that wasn't obvious enough by Victoriana's earlier display of ballsiness.


    "No... No, I guess not. But I still wanted to thank you again for helping me out earlier. Even if that Mike guy is a big, rude brute who had it coming anyway." She tilted her head to the side. Damien appeared to be observing the tiny bugs, hard at work on the pavement beneath their feet. She wondered what might have been going through his head, but his expression was as unreadable to her as a foreign language.


    "If you didn't already know... My name is Victoriana. I guess you already know my last name." She leaned against her car as well. "Lucky my family wasn't here today. Otherwise, your buddy, Mike, would have been taught a real lesson in manners."

  • ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃʷᵃʸ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ


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    Her fingers twitched at her side as her eyes moved back up and locked onto those of Damien.


    "Yes," she agreed at last. Her voice was hesitant, but she stuck her hand out and latched onto his. With an enigmatic smile, she nodded. "I will put my differences aside with you and your pack. But if my siblings are ever in danger... I will protect them."

  • ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶤʳᵉ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ

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    How had he gotten to her paper so fast? How had she not noticed even the slightest quiver of movement from his direction?


    Leaving her unspoken questions unanswered, he spoke up. His voice carried to her ears as scarce heavier than a murmur. She almost had to strain to hear them. Without skipping a beat, the red of her hair seeped from her roots and dispersed through her face in succession to the moment she comprehended what he was saying. He even referred to her by name, something she assume he must have gotten off of the syllabus he'd recovered.


    "Sorry. I didn't mean-" Despite the obstinance she felt at having been addressed in such a condescending manner, she began to rattle out the usual excuse for her clumsiness, but it seemed as though she had deemed the boy bored. He was gone, back in his seat before she could finish.


    It was only when she leaned back in her own seat, sliding the lanky fingers of one hand through the thicket of her vermilion coiffure, that she realized how lightheaded she was. And who could blame her? In less than a minute, blood had rushed in and out of her face. Now she appeared as pale as paper.


    Without her noticing, a younger woman had made her presence at the front of the room. She was unusually tall, with frazzled black hair surrounding her face like a mane. A wild gander on Esther's part said that this was Ms. Harp, whose handwriting fit to her eccentric appearance like a puzzle piece.


    Something in her fool mind couldn't help but venture a peek in the boy's direction, but it was to no avail. He was looking away from her, his head cradled in his hand. And before she had even turned her face fully away from him, the first period bell rang through the school.


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  • neutral ground. || pafp, must be willing to play 2+ characters, vampire roleplay

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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    For a moment, Olivia considered turning the pizza down. It was the polite thing to do, plus she didn't want to seem like she needed to be taken care of. But it was the first day, so surely she deserved to be cut a little bit of slack? After all, she noted another slice laying on his plate. Rocky wouldn't be going hungry, she wouldn't be going hungry; everybody wins.




    She scoffed at his words, and accepted the slice with a grateful smile edging across her lips. "Only one I've gotten, yet." With that, she took a quick bite of the school's attempt at a pizza, and was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't horrible. Sure, they went a bit heavy on the grease, but the bread was textured like bread rather than cardboard, and the cheese wasn't horrible either. Whether it was because she hadn't eaten that morning, or that this school actually had semi-decent food, she couldn't say.




    "This isn't bad," With wide eyes and the remainder of her pizza held in one hand, she sounded positively baffled as she looked to Rocky. "It's almost, like, food or something."





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    ESTHER MORGAN


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    [color=palegoldenrod]Eli could see that Esther didn't appear convinced by Zac's vow. She fell into a gloomy silence, leaving his words unanswered. He, however, wasn't about to turn down any opportunity to stake something like this into Zac's mind. If he made a promise, then it was likely to be kept. And, even if it wasn't, what was there to lose from making him agree to one?




    "You'd better try." He was standing up now. The bell hadn't yet rung, but he needed to go grab his books for the last couple of classes out of the back of the van. It was an easier and cheaper alternative to renting out a locker for the year, plus he was lazy. Who wanted to tote around books from all four classes around in their bag all day? Or to seek their locker among thousands of others between classes? It was all much too tedious for him to bother with.


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  • YOU CAN SMELL THAT FRENCH PERFUME || PAFP, Pirate!France x OC,

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    Cerise peeked hesitantly out from behind the trunk of the mountainous evergreen. Her whiskey-brown gaze was unfaltering as it traced the path of the men who crawled like ants upon the sandy shores of her land. They were dressed so... peculiarly. Something about it was extravagant, but she couldn't be swayed to approach the odd men. It was uncertain to her whether they were dangerous, but they were much larger, and much louder than herself, so it was better to stay on the safe side and keep her distance.