Posts by Israel

The hero leaned forward to press his forehead against the flustered villain's forehead, their noses bumping into one another. Jacob stared wide-eyed into the dark orbs of the hero. The way he was looking at him was quite different than the apathetic stare Nathan usually gave him whenever they fought. It was a warm look and Jacob felt something warm spread across his chest. The villain's hands that were placed against the hero's chest previously moved away, it had been a way for Jacob to keep a small distance between him and the hero. Now though, he felt a bit more comfortable being closer.

Nathan had been worried that his partner and him had maybe pushed the villain a little too much. He doesn't seem like the kind that gets out much. The dark-haired hero thought with a smirk, making the villain arch an eyebrow. He was brought out of his thoughts when the pleasant sensation that Hannah had been doing against his neck suddenly turned slightly painful. He let out a sudden gasp at the sharp nibble his partner had given him. He let out pleased sound at the feeling that followed the bite. "Try not to mark me up too much. We still have an image to protect... but that doesn't mean we can't mark someone else." Nathan smirked, looking down into the surprised eyes of the villain.

Said villain swallowed nervously and felt himself begin to flush again. He wasn't sure how to exactly react at the idea of being marked by two heroes. However, he was quickly brought out of his thoughts when both him and the male hero were suddenly laying back in Hannah's bed. It dawned him that Hannah had pulled them both back. He looked at the girl in a sort of daze, but embarrassment quickly showed up again and he hid face in the crook between Hannah and Nathan. Although he was embarrassed, he still leaned into the girl's hand that was currently making it through his messy hair.

Nathan looked down at the villain who was currently hiding his face between the corner that formed between Hannah and him. He's beyond adorable. He then focused his eyes on his partner, whom seemed pleased by her action. He did enjoy her fingers moving through his short, dark hair, and it seemed as though the villain enjoyed it (despite his bashfulness). He quirked an eyebrow and pointed his eyes down to the dark-haired criminal, giving the girl a smirk. "Is someone embarrassed?" He let out in a sing-song voice. A muffled "shut up" could be heard between the two.

(Sorry for the late response, have been busy with a project.)

"Why is the room spinning?" Eri muttered out loud, his eyes spinning slightly. The bath had been a bit too much for the werewolf and he was currently situated on the living room couch. His skin was slightly pink and his hair and the boxers and t-shirt he was wearing were slightly wet.

"Sorry, Sarah." Meanwhile Abe stood in front of the werewolf's owner with his hands doing a single clap in front of his face. "I didn't realize a werewolf's body temperature was higher than a human's." He felt embarrassed about the whole situation. It didn't help that he usually took scalding hot showers and baths, but he also had ignored the werewolf when he said the water was too hot. "It's fine, it's fine." He remembered saying. Not ten minutes later did Abe have to nearly carry the almost incapacitated werewolf out of the bathroom. "Also, I'm sorry again Eri." The young man apologized to the werewolf who was currently laying back on the couch.

(How is Kingdom Hearts 3?)

Nathan did feel sort of bad for giving the villain a hard time, but he liked all the boy's embarrassed reactions. They were adorable and he wasn't about to give up the cute blushes or wide-eyed responses. "That sounds more like a reason to keep on teasing him." He winked at his partner, he also enjoyed her reactions. He leaned into the girl's kiss, enjoying the short-lived activity.

"Come on, I didn't mean any harm by it." He looked between his partner and the villain, although he couldn't quite see the villain's hidden face. "I'm sorry..." Crud.Neither Nathan or Hannah had managed to get the villain to say his name. He knew at least their names because the two had blurted them out when they were arguing. "..aco..." He heard the villain's muffled voice coming from his partner's neck. "What?" The villain couldn't quite catch what he said. The villain lifted his head away from the crook of Hannah's neck. "My name is Jacob." His eyes would move from one hero to the other. "Jacob, huh? Well, I'm sorry for teasing you Jacob." The dark-haired hero gave the villain a genuine smile. He then leaned in and gave Jacob a quick peck on the lips.

His partner then proceeded to bring him closer to the villain and her. He was a bit surprised by her sudden bold acts. Jacob put his face back into the crook of her neck, obviously enjoying the spot. Well, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. She did kiss him first. He didn't know whether to feel jealous or not. He was technically jealous of both them for sharing their first kiss, but he wasn't all too upset. Her words, however, seemed to soothe any worry he felt about it. "A family, eh?" That sounded good to hear him. "Are you sure you want that with me?" The villain muttered into her neck. Nathan's eyes shot a glance over to Hannah, it was a concerned look. "Especially with you." He wrapped an arm around Jacob and his partner, pressing the three closer together.

"Okay, Sarah." The werewolf complied. There were worse things to listen to, however he enjoyed the sound of his master's voice. It was light and soothing, at least to him it was those things. As long as Sarah was there, he knew everything was going to be okay. "Sarah, do you remember the first time we met and I accidentally bit you? Dad look like he was about to kill me, good thing Mom was there." He joked, his eyes focusing on his human.

"Alright. Cool or luke-warm water, got it!" He gave the pair a serious look with a thumbs up, as if that had permanently been imprinted on his mind. "Why I don't like taking showers or baths. Mom was always too concerned and made me take cold showers when I was younger." The werewolf seemed to be doing better, his eyes were no longer spinning and he seemed to focus on Sarah. "Hm? Cold showers." Abe gave a rather coy look, but was quick to let out a chuckle. The werewolf's eyes focused on the human standing beside his owner. He arched an eyebrow at Abe, not quite getting the meaning of his joke.

"He's way too adorable, Sarah." He smiled at his girlfriend, hoping she wasn't upset by his crude remark. However, he would get away from any such wrath when he heard a knock at the door. "Food's here." Abe declared with a smile and headed towards the door. "Go ahead and pull up a movie that you guys want to see." He proceeded over to the door, grabbing his wallet from the kitchen counter that he had left it on. "Coming." He shouted at the door.

They had come with little to no warning, when the sun first set for 30 days.

It was a small group, probably no more than twenty.

Like a phantom, they had slipped in without a trace.

They looked as though they were walking down a city street on a cool day, instead of walking through subzero temperature.

They were dressed in all black mainly (perhaps to make it harder for you to see them). With clothing that was far too light for the temperature.

Their language was one of havoc and bloodshed: guttural whispers and screeches that were far more animalistic than human.

Their appearance could only be described as gruesome and horrifying:

Pale, gray skin that made them look like a corpse instead of something alive (if you considered them to be living).

Pitch black eyes with little to no life in them, they only seemed to show emotion when hunting.

Nails that looked more like claws.

Their teeth... their teeth were gruesomely sharp, almost like razors.

Plot: Similar to 30 Days of Night, I wanted to make a RP with vampires that were almost identical. While the movie mainly capture group survival, I want this RP to capture the life of those vampires. What happens when a human first becomes a vampire, how they survive and don't get caught, and what their relationships (whether romantic, platonic, etc.) are like. In this scenario, my character is a vampire that discovers two human survivors (your characters) after a vampire attack on a small town. While the group he was with did not coordinate the attack, they still want to kill the humans (due to their knowledge that vampires exist). My character steps in and suggests a different alternative: to change them into vampires. As we advanced into the RP, we will discuss the plot further.

Roles:

Male survivor:

Female survivor: BubbleTeaPoppers

Male vampire: me

Character template (please feel free to use your own)

(Appearance)

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Personality:

Bio(optional):

Other:

Name: Uriel Herzog

Age: 284, appears to be around 18-19.

Gender: Male

Personality: Like many vampires, Uriel has a very aggressive personality. While he is a lot more calm and levelheaded than most of his vampire brethren, he can still act very cold and bloodthirsty. However, he does hold a warm spot for humans and, unlike many other vampires, will not needlessly slaughter them. Surprisingly, he has an almost playful personality and is a lot more "innocent" that most vampires. While many of his species considers him to be immature and weak, many others (especially the older vampires) realize his cunningness has allowed him to live past a century.

Bio(optional): Born in 1735, Uriel was raised in a Jewish village in what would be considered modern-day Romania. Until he had become a vampire, his human life was probably rather mundane. Upon his eighteenth birthday, he had been accepted to learn under a revered rabbi of the time. While moving between his village and to the city where the rabbi resided, the group that he was travelling with had been attacked by a vampire. He had survived and escaped the attack, but due to a bite wound had become a vampire himself. For the next few decades, Uriel hid in his country and stayed away from human civilization (only attacking on the outskirts of cities and towns). Eventually he would meet other vampires and begin to learn from them on how to survive in the human world. He often would travel between Europe and the fledgling United States, preferring not to stay in one place for too long. This would eventually lead him to learn and master several new languages, this skill would eventually gain him favor by the older vampires.

Other: None

They had come with little to no warning, when the sun first set for 30 days.

It was a small group, probably no more than twenty.

Like a phantom, they had slipped in without a trace.

They looked as though they were walking down a city street on a cool day, instead of walking through subzero temperature.

They were dressed in all black mainly (perhaps to make it harder for you to see them). With clothing that was far too light for the temperature.

Their language was one of havoc and bloodshed: guttural whispers and screeches that were far more animalistic than human.

Their appearance could only be described as gruesome and horrifying:

Pale, gray skin that made them look like a corpse instead of something alive (if you considered them to be living).

Pitch black eyes with little to no life in them, they only seemed to show emotion when hunting.

Nails that looked more like claws.

Their teeth... their teeth were gruesomely sharp, almost like razors.

Plot: Similar to 30 Days of Night, I wanted to make a RP with vampires that were almost identical. While the movie mainly capture group survival, I want this RP to capture the life of those vampires. What happens when a human first becomes a vampire, how they survive and don't get caught, and what their relationships (whether romantic, platonic, etc.) are like. In this scenario, my character is a vampire that discovers two human survivors (your characters) after a vampire attack on a small town. While the group he was with did not coordinate the attack, they still want to kill the humans (due to their knowledge that vampires exist). My character steps in and suggests a different alternative: to change them into vampires. As we advanced into the RP, we will discuss the plot further.

Roles:

Male survivor:

Female survivor: Wolfiee

Male vampire: me

Character template (please feel free to use your own)

(Appearance)

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Personality:

Bio(optional):

Other:

Name: Uriel Herzog

Age: 284, appears to be around 18-19.

Gender: Male

Personality: Like many vampires, Uriel has a very aggressive personality. While he is a lot more calm and levelheaded than most of his vampire brethren, he can still act very cold and bloodthirsty. However, he does hold a warm spot for humans and, unlike many other vampires, will not needlessly slaughter them. Surprisingly, he has an almost playful personality and is a lot more "innocent" that most vampires. While many of his species considers him to be immature and weak, many others (especially the older vampires) realize his cunningness has allowed him to live past a century.

Bio(optional): Born in 1735, Uriel was raised in a Jewish village in what would be considered modern-day Romania. Until he had become a vampire, his human life was probably rather mundane. Upon his eighteenth birthday, he had been accepted to learn under a revered rabbi of the time. While moving between his village and to the city where the rabbi resided, the group that he was travelling with had been attacked by a vampire. He had survived and escaped the attack, but due to a bite wound had become a vampire himself. For the next few decades, Uriel hid in his country and stayed away from human civilization (only attacking on the outskirts of cities and towns). Eventually he would meet other vampires and begin to learn from them on how to survive in the human world. He often would travel between Europe and the fledgling United States, preferring not to stay in one place for too long. This would eventually lead him to learn and master several new languages, this skill would eventually gain him favor by the older vampires.

Other: None

Approved.

Now we wait for a third, otherwise I'll RP as them.

Awesome. I'll start working on my first post.

Sorry, I have been busy.

I would really like to do the first one, perhaps combine it with my other RP plot based on 30 Days of Night where there is one survivor from a vampire attack. The one who broke the rules goes to investigate and finds the survivor. Knowing that there is only two choices, killing the human or turning them (they decide to do the latter).

I would also kind of like to do the second plot again.

(I think after.)

The sun would soon rise. After thirty days of night, the morning would come. After thirty days of carnage, slaughter, and fear... the sun would soon rise. The majority of the small town's population had left, excluding a little over one hundred who remained. Those who remained,were met with a living nightmare. After thirty days, any survivors were met with the burning of their town.

"The sun will soon rise. Have you found any evidence of the group who might have done this?" The vampiric language sounded mainly sounded like harsh whispers, guttural sounds, and clicks to the human ear. A small group of them had arrived, just as mysteriously as the previous group. "I couldn't find anything, other than the scent of vampire blood. It seems a few of the humans were able to take some of the group down, but the group must have fled with the remains." A young, at least in appearance, dark-haired male spoke to the vampire that spoke. "Other than that, there is no evidence of the attack. They must have planned it this way: we can't gather enough evidence before the sun rose and the humans won't be here until there is nothing left but ash." After stating this, he then growled out in frustration. "Perhaps we should ask more of the Americans who might know more?" This time a redheaded female vampire spoke up. "I doubt they would be of any help. They don't want cause trouble with other Americans." A tall male vampire with light brown hair answered.

"What about Lilith? There is no way she wouldn't know about this attack." A petite female with short hair spoke. "She may have known about the attack and perhaps orchestrated it, but we can't accuse her of anything without evidence." The original vampire spoke, she appeared to be the leader of this small delegation. She stood tall and with dark, braided hair. "We can't let this go unpunished! This will only allow others to do similar attacks and will ultimately reveal ourselves to humans." The dark-haired male seemed more upset than he did before. "Uriel, I know you are frustrated. However, we can't let your empathy for humans give reason for haste actions." The leader spoke. "But, Isabella-" Uriel began to say, but was quickly interrupted. "Ah, young Uriel. Always empathizing with food." The tall male spoke, his mouth turning into a jagged smirk. "Shut it, Giffard." The dark-haired male growled, his body crouching slightly as if he were going to attack the other male vampire. Giffard's smirk only grew and, he too, shifted his body into a more aggressive stance. "Enough!" Isabella growled, causing both males to stiffen slightly at her command. "We need to head out before the sun rises. We don't have any more time to look." The redhead spoke once again.

If only we could find something. Uriel thought, shifting his eyes around the small town that was burning to the ground.

(Hope this is a good start for you guys.)

(Shame to hear about BubbleTea, but glad you are here rosebush.)

(As for your first post, Crepe, feel free to enter your character however makes you comfortable.)

(Hi Midnight, unfortunately the thread is at capacity. However, I'll keep you in mind and pm you if I ever have an rp similar to this one.)

Isabella must have sensed Uriel's distress and placed one of her slender hands on his shoulder. "Uriel, we don't have any more time. The sun is about to rise, we can do no more right now." Isabella placed a hand on the younger vampire's shoulder. Uriel gave a defeated sigh and nodded his head once. However, something suddenly reached his nose. It was faint, but was something that Uriel was all too familiar with. Blood. It was different from the remaining blood of the dead townspeople, meaning it was alive.

"Isabella..." Uriel muttered, but the other vampire must have picked up the scent too. "Elizabeth, Ashley. Head back to the camp. Uriel, Giffard come with me." Isabella then began following the scent of their only living evidence. "I could use a meal... after we get our answers from them." Giffard gave a toothy smirk, which earned him a scornful look from both Isabella and Uriel. However, they no longer had time to argue with the tall vampire. As they made there way through the destroyed town, Uriel spoke up, "How should we handle this?" his eyes scanning his surroundings. "As diplomatically as possible, but if they resist we will have to be more forceful. Uriel, you will confront them while Giffard and I stand back." Isabella responded as they approached the source of the scent.

Name: Asher Levy

Age: 23

Asher didn't know what was exactly wrong with him. He couldn't focus, he felt frustrated all of the time, and his body felt on edge. He wasn't sure if this was normal for new werewolves, as he was not awre of what felt normal for a werewolf. All of this was quite new to him and he couldn't track the werewolf that had changed him. "Asher... Asher... Hey, Asher! Are you even listening?!" His twin sister, Natalie, brought him out of his thoughts. They were sitting together at an examining table.

"What is it, Natalie?" He let out with a frustrated sigh. His sister ignored his obvious irritation, totally use to his unpleasant behavior. "You were all excited by this artifact coming to our museum and now you're totally out of it. Are you okay?" His sister's eyebrows knitted together, obviously worried for her brother. "I'm fine." Waving his hand and avoiding eye contact, as if that would clear him from his sister's prodding. The young woman was about to open her mouth, but Asher quickly cut her off. "I'm fine!" He couldn't help but let out a growl. Shit, why did I do that? Despite being a stubborn hothead and his lycanthropy was to blame for his suddenly growl. However, that didn't make feel any less guilty as she was only trying to help. "Well, the museum is about to close up. Why don't you head out first? I think the fresh air will do you some good." Natalie was use to her brother's behavior, although this growling thing was new, so she let it roll off her. Asher did genuinely want to examine the artifact with his sister. He was about to argue again, but instead let out a defeated sigh and simply nodded in response. He quickly gathered his scarf and his pleather, biker jacket, which was covered in different band patches (such as Depeche Mode and the Cure). With that, he left his sister to examine the artifact alone and quickly punched out of work.

As he made his way towards the exit/entrance to the museum, his eyes scanning the different objects in the exhibits. Despite the lack of light, he could clearly see each and every object. Obviously something he had inherited with becoming a werewolf. "Have a good night." Asher heard the night security guard call out to him as he left the museum. He nodded at the older gentleman and gave a polite wave as the sliding door opened for him.

As Asher stepped outside, he was met with a cold gust of wind. He tightened the distressed, black scarf around his neck, but he did have to admit the cold air did help him with feel a little better. Perhaps I should wait for Natalie. Make sure she gets home safe and treat to her dinner for being such an ass. He thought and stepped a little ways away from the entrance to lean his back against the wall of the museum. He then folded his arms and kept his eyes focused on the sliding door of the museum, obviously not aware of anything that would be watching him.

Asher jumped a little in shock when he heard a voice, his normally gray-colored eyes were shining a luminescent silver. Upon first scent, he knew that he was not dealing with a human. He let out a threatening growl when the male approached him. "How do you know my name?" He crouched slightly, but felt the rough wall of the museum brush against his back. He cursed at himself for placing himself in such a susceptible position. He also wondered why he had not shifted yet, normally if he felt threatened he would have already shifted. Why aren't you here? He beckoned. Normally young werewolves would attack more quickly and aggressively with the feeling of being threatened. However, something else churned in Asher's stomach. He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes at the other lycanthrope. Something wasn't right.

He quickly brought his thumb closer to his mouth, knowing he could trigger his wolf form if he bit into his flesh. He couldn't shift at the thought, but he had learned if he was harmed that he would shift upon instinct.

Suddenly another scent hit his nose and another lycanthrope appeared. Asher let out a threatening growl, obviously not liking the thought of being outnumbered or being approached at all. The young werewolf could feel the stony gaze of the female, obviously not pleased by him. Part of himself wanted to bite into his thumb, while something else told him not to. His eyes quickly shifted between the two and his breathing became more erratic.

Asher slowly lowered his hand away from his mouth. He knew that in a fight with two obviously experienced werewolves, that he would probably not last that long. Currently his inner turmoil was not helping and his ears began to rang. The scent of the two was almost intoxicating and he felt his face begin to flush. No, no, no. His thoughts repeated and he brushed past the two swiftly. "No thanks. I don't need this right now, so leave me alone." He let out a small growl.

He began moving towards his car, eyes focused on nothing but getting out of the current situation. He could his stomach churn, obviously controlled by something other than his thoughts and instinct to leave.

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Asher knew better than to think the pair would just let him walk away silently. Which as soon as he felt someone stop in his pace, he let out a growl. His eyes had instinctively looked up, expecting to see the taller male. However, he had not anticipated to be stopped by the female werewolf. His body froze up when she leaned in to whisper something into his ear. He could feel his ears burning and a small heat radiate up the back of his neck, however he was not going to submit that easily. "... and what if I refuse? You both going to kidnap me?" He gritted his teeth through narrowed eyes. He slowly pulled out his car keys, perhaps if he made a break for it he could escape. His car was only a few yards away...

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"Pet?" Asher could feel his face turn red, both out of embarrassment and frustration. He met her penetrating gaze, obviously trying not to show he was intimidated. He swallowed nervously as she took a step closer towards him. Her fingers snaked into his hand and she took that opportunity to snatch his car keys. "Hey!" He growled, gritting his teeth together. "Give it back." Extending his hand to reach for the keys she held in her own hand.

"I am no one's pet." His words would have sounded more defiant if his voice had not waved. F*ck. What is wrong with me? He cursed at himself. He decided to ignore the questions that prodded his mind and attempted to make another grab at his car keys.

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Asher gritted his teeth at the playful behavior of Alexis. "I ain't go nowhere with either of you." He growled, still trying to make a reach at his keys. His body brushing up against her's slightly. While he remained relatively calm throughout the situation, he could feel his anger becoming more intense.

Upon hearing the male's voice, his eyes shifted to look over at Gabriel. "I've managed quite fine without you, thank you very much." He lied. Right now his instincts were a whirlwind and he couldn't think straight. Part of him was telling him to either rip their throats out with his teeth, the other part of him felt like submitting (in more ways than one). What the hell is wrong with me? He felt his face turning red again. "Neither of those sound good." He muttered, not liking the idea of having a violent reaction or a submissive one.

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Asher suddenly felt himself being lifted off the ground. He was a bit taken aback and his eyes widened, staring at the other male with a bewildered look spread across his face. He felt a slight panic run through his brain, his feet dangling and trying to find the ground below him. Asher knew he didn't weigh a lot, but the sheer strength this man must have to easily pick him up. '"Do I look like a ragdoll to you?" He sputtered, but knew that the man would not let him down. It was safe to assume that Asher would attempt to make a run for it if released.

"Fine, but I'm going to complain the entire time. I also have to go back to work on Monday." While he finally submitted and went along with it, he was not going to make it easy for them. Upon seeing Gabriel's vehicle, Asher gave a side smirk. "I didn't know they let monster trucks ride on public roads." He mocked.