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Llewelyn

I posted this a while ago.. And then it died.. But someone convinced me, quite easily actually, to repost it. So here it is. Anyone can join; those who joined last time can rejoin with the same character if they'd like. Otherwise, let's get some noobs! :]



What would you do if your body transformed into a giant hairy beast, each and every night?

What would you do if when you grew thirsty, your teeth elongated and your mouth salivated for the taste of blood?

What would you do if you woke up one morning with pointed ears, a blemish-free face/perfect skin, and magical abilities?

Would you try to fight it or hide it? Try to be "normal"? Or would you embrace this new happening and attempt to live with it? You choose.


This RP takes place in New York city. A city full of people. Your character can be any age or gender, it's pretty much free reign. You can create 2 character sheets and be both characters, of course. There are three main schools: Steiners School, for characters who wish to be werewolves (lycans); Armond's School, for characters who wish to be vampires; and St. Chanel's School, for those who wish to be elves. All three schools are grades 1-12 and therefore your character and be any age. Even a teacher. Or just a bookstore owner on 7th Street. Anything. But all the characters interact at some point. All characters outside the schools must be vampires, lycans, or elves as well.

((and remembering concerns from last time:
elves are magic. They can use magic anytime, anywhere. They're pretty epic SOB's. They are part of the immortals. They can live forever; they stop aging after a certain point in their lives though, when they develop their specific lifestyle, such as warrior, magician, etc. Their weakness is that they can die by any means a human can. Excluding cancers.

lycans don't really have powers. Just their super lycan speed and strength. Their weakness is silver.

vampires have super vampire speed, strength, and agility. Their weakness is fire. The vampire's school is a night school, because walking in the day is dangerous for them. And no, they don't sparkle. They die.))




Character Sheets:
Name:
Age/Grade:
School (or just race, if you're not in school):
Occupation (if you're not in school, although if you wanted a job, i can't stop you):
Appearance (you can use a picture, drawing, description, whatever floats your boat):
Personality:
History (why are you the way you are? Why did your parents enroll you in that school? etc):
Extra:


Rules:
-no godmodding
-no one-two sentence responses. that's no fun for anyone.
-abide by the main rules
-sure you can cuss
-have fun!


I'll post my CS later. Thanks for considering!
--Llewelyn

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Screenfox

((These two characters come from a day dream I have :P. Hope you enjoy))

Name: Lucian Morningstar
Age/Grade: 375
School: Vampire, Armond's School
Occupation: Head master, and Chairman of the Company
Appearance:
Personality: He is good with his students and very protective, he is also very series when it comes to work, he has trouble with his emotions with his twin sister. Most of his free time he is playing around and having fun. He is a lot tougher and series then he makes himself appear.
History: He was born a vampire from a man name Draculios. He is also the chairman of the Company he and his eight other brothers and sisters made together a long time ago. He decided that he needed to teach the young vampires so he started the school. All nine of the siblings are different ages except him and his twin sister Luna.
Extra:

Name: Luna Morningstar
Age/Grade: 375
School: Armond's School
Occupation: No one really knows well except for Chairman of the Company
Appearance:
She is short and about the height of most of the students there. Her left eye is red and her right eye is green.
Personality: She is quiet and dark. She is almost never nice to even her brother. She doesn't joke, ever
History: She was born at the same time as Lucian. She has stayed by his side. Except once. She disappeared and when she came back she had changed in more then one way. before she was like her brother. She was fun and energetic. Also she had the cracks and breaks in her skin. Her left eye is blood red. She doesn't talk about what happened then. Now she works with her brother at the school.
Extra:

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Llewelyn

((So yeahh. You're accepted.))

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taraneme

((Just 2 Q's, do the transformations occur during a point in their life as in are they born human then change or born elf? and also with elves power is their magic focussed into one area (elementals etc) or can you just use everything, but with varying degrees of mastery? Depending on the answers i'll edit my CS))



Name: Silver Buxton
Age: Looks about 15 (9th grade... i think)
School: St. Chanel
Personality: Quiet, but very intelligent and tends to overthink things. She doesn't speak much in class but when she does she will often give her answer in a huge long paragraph that bores the rest of the class. She is reserved and prefers to be on her own most of the time because she will most likely outlive any friends she makes.
History: Silver has lived just about everywhere in the country, moving on after a while, often faking her own death or suicide using cloning magic to hide her immortality. After her fourth family Silver started to become depressed and withdrawn, slowly realising it wasn't worth getting to know or love people, for they just die, leaving her behind. It was then she stumbled across St. Chanels, with people of her own kind. Here, she feels there may be a glimmer of hope. She had often made up names and identities for herself to use, but Silver has always been her real name. She has a diary/book that is precious to her, she has a photo of all her families and her bedroom to remember them by.

August 2005
I knew I had to do it sometime soon. I'd been with my current family for five years now, and I hadn't changed one bit, they think I'm 20, and want to pack me off too university. But I love this family, more than any I've had before. I had even considered telling them I was immortal... that I could use magic... that I loved them. But no, this is how it was meant to be. I'd been cursed, cursed with damn immortality that I didn't always want. It hurt, more than anything in the world to do this to people I loved, but it was necessary.

Getting up off my bed, I took my instant developing camera (a gift for my "18th" birthday) and snapped a picture of my room. The picture rolled out of the slit in the bottom, and I knelt down to pick a tattered old book up from under my bed. I opened it to the "Buxton" page, and glued it in. A tear slid down my face. My mind was telling me not too, to tell my adoptive family about me, the real me. Before too long I was crying properly now, my vision blurry as I stared at the picture above it. We where at a beach, my little brother under my arm as we all laughed merrily. Mum, dad and Jamie. It was wonderful.

I closed the book, and wiped my face. It was nearing midnight of the night I had planned to do it. With concern I realised I hadn't even organised a way to do it yet. My thoughts choked up in my head; was this an omen telling me I shouldn't do it? No, of course not. This is the cruel reality I have to face.

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1 o'clock. I rammed some food into a rucksack from the fridge and hauled it over my back. The journey was long. Checking to make sure I had what I needed, my feet took me through into Jamie's room. Crying softly I kissed him on the forhead, my own goodbye that he couldnt consiously receive. I bade my adoptive parents goodbye from their room and slipped out into the night. It was cool, despite it being August.

The bustop I planned to do it was just a few minutes away from my house. Once there, I sat on the bench in the shelter. A tramp snoozed peacefully to my left. Closing my eyes, my outlined glowed silver and instinct told me to get up. I did. Behind me was a perfect, souless copy of my body. That'd do.

I flickered out of sight, melting away into the darkness as I picked up the dead body, complete with empty rucksack (my real one full of supplies, aswell as my purse, memory book and camera) and waited for a bus to come.

Soon, two spots of light materialised in the distance. Choked cries of emotional pain left my mouth as I shoved the cloned body into the road. I heard the bus keep going into the night, briefly unaware of what had happened.

Watching sadly, the bus screeched to a halt and people poured out of it, screaming over the souless body. Cries of "shes dead!" could be heard. I materiallised, sitting on a grassy bank a few meters away, watching carefully. An ambulance turned up, and confirmed me to be dead. I got up, and turned my back to walk out of yet another life.

"Her life has been lost!"

It wasn't there to begin with.

Extra: None yet

((HOLY CRAP D:! I just read that through, and didn't realise how angsty it was :/ sorry about that >.<))

Llewelyn

((To answer your first question, it's your choice. For example, mine will be born elf from an elf mother.. But, for example, the elf gene could be passed down through generations and skips a few generations and then one person down the line is somehow born with it. And then anytime before 30 they can stop aging.. Or, the character is born human and the gene shows itself upon the 13th birthday or something like that. You know? Uhhmm.. An epic version of human-turned-elf would be like, if a human's blood comes into contact with an elf's blood, the human would become an elf. I hope that made sense.. xD

For question two: again, it's kind of up to you. Some people may want everything, others may just want to be strong in one area. But if your character is born human, then it can't be strong in everything..

I hope that helps.

Oh, by the way: you're accepted. ))

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conmon

Character Sheets:
Name: Taurien Forlorn
Age/Grade: He looks about 18, but has an accent like he is from the sixteenth century.
School (or just race, if you're not in school): Half-elf Half-Vampire. (Will edit if not allowed)
Occupation (if you're not in school, although if you wanted a job, i can't stop you): He owns a sword store, right across the street from the elvish school. It is called, Thine Serated Edge. Very old looking store that is a bit run down in the structure, but the swords look brand new.
Appearance (you can use a picture, drawing, description, whatever floats your boat): He stands quite a bit taller then most humans, but smaller then most elves. He dresses in the same clothing every day, it always seeming clean. His K-9's extending into a sharper form, more then the average person. His ears are long like an elf's, and his eyes are precise like a vampire's.
Personality: Polite and often very friendly, kind towards everyone.
History (why are you the way you are? Why did your parents enroll you in that school? etc): His mother was an elf, and his father a vampire. He grew up an outcast on both sides, only his mother caring for him. He grew up with an aching hunger in his stomach, then when he turned 18, several hundred years ago, he went into a blood fury. His mother was completely drained, and his house set alight, other bodies surrounding the house. He only had his father's sword with him when he left, his eyes red as the very blood dripping off of his chin. That was when he realized he had to be a sword smith, as well when he stopped aging. Over the centuries he acquired and made several swords, selling them and making a small fortune. He is going out of business due to a lack of interest in such things.
Extra:

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bloodyjane22345

Character Sheets:
Name: Zorra Whiteaker
Age/Grade:14 (100) 9 grade
School: armonds
Occupation: N/A
Appearance:Zorra is naturally short, about 5'0" in hight, ad weighs hardly more than niney pounds. She has long reddish blonde hair that falls into neat curls and reaches to her middle back. Her skin is a pale translucent peach color, adding a darker look to her thick lashed blue eyes and making them stand out without makeup.
Personality:Zorra is a scatter brained girl, often forgetting things and making people angry. She tries her hardest to not be annoying or forgetful, but sometimes things just slip her mind. She often gets into more trouble than she wants to, and tends to scare people alot with the fact that she can be very quit. She ha cat like reflexes and often when getting into fights with people uses them.
History: Zorra comes from a rich family, her mother and father both very succesfull people who are almost never home. So instead of having Zorra home alone all the time they enrolled her into Armonds, and also hired Zoey as a nanny. It took a while for Zorra to adjust to a new life, and she started getting in lots of trouble with people Eventually her parents Assigned Zoey as a full time guardian of Zorra, even though they dont know about Zoey being a werewolf.
Extra: Nothing

Character Sheets:
Name: Elizabeth Zowie banks (known as Zowie by most)
Age/Grade: 18 not in school
School (or just race, if you're not in school): Werewolf
Occupation (if you're not in school, although if you wanted a job, i can't stop you): Works at a CD shop
Appearance (you can use a picture, drawing, description, whatever floats your boat): Zowie is tall and skinny, though she never discloses her weight to anybody, or her hight, she is the tallest out of each of her siblings. Though no taller than her little brother zacherius. She has short blonde hair that is cropped close to her ears, the front is longer than the back and is in an A symetrical style. Her eyes are a dark black color and seem to look passed you, and not directly at you.
Personality: Zowie is sometimes refered to as Zoey, but normally dosent let kids her age o youngr call her that. She has some anger issues, and gets angry really easily. She also has instinctive protectvieness, and is very terratorial. She is very protective of Zorra, and hates people getting to near her, or atlast near enough to hurt her. If people stray to far close to her home she gets really terratorial, and has been know to fight people alot. She is untrusting of most, and known as a very cold person.
History (why are you the way you are? Why did your parents enroll you in that school? etc): Zowie grew up on the semi-streets. her parents were always gone, but they provided her a home and a weekly check for the rent and things like that. All was good and Zowie became terratorial. It took all of her power to land a job at the CD shop, and now she supports herself, along with Zorra, whom she is the legal guardian of. Though she could go to school, she dosent.
Extra: A small black dog is known to be seen near Zowie at all times.

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KazuX

Character Sheets:
Name:Lance Mingan
Age/Grade: 17 (11th grade)
School (or just race, if you're not in school): Steiners
Occupation (if you're not in school, although if you wanted a job, i can't stop you):School
Appearance (you can use a picture, drawing, description, whatever floats your boat):
Personality:Lance is a pretty nice guy. He try's to help anyone he can. He is very protective over the people he cares about and can sometimes make him seem aggressive but in reality he wouldn't hurt a fly. he also hates to be around large groups of people and will tend to be very shy around the people
History (why are you the way you are? Why did your parents enroll you in that school? etc):Lance's Father was a Human and His mother was a werewolf. His mother left soon after he was born and his father raised him on his own until lance was about 5 then his father got sick and died. Lance then went into the child care system he went from home to home for3 years until he finally found one he like and could stay at. It was a single lady with no children even tho they were not blood related then truly loved each other. On lances 15th birthday he started to show signs of his werewolf heritage. weeks went by and i t became more noticeable that Lance was not human with his superior strength and speed. He started to get picked on in school and got into fights. With all that was going on His mother heard of a school for people like Lance and decided to send him there. Lance hated it at first but soon came to enjoy the freedom of not having to hide who he was.
Extra: None atm

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Llewelyn

Name: Llewelyn Carter (goes by Lyn or Llew)
Age/Grade: 432 She's one of the latest generation of elves.
School: St. Chanel's School. Elf.
Occupation: Head Mistress
Appearance:

Personality: Lyn is so sweet-tempered, she passes for a student, and often interacts with them instead of the teachers. She finds the students more like her. She is a very sweet and gentle girl. She's energetic and perky, always trying to lighten the mood. She strongly dislikes arguing and anger. Lyn enjoys being surrounded by people; not the center of attention, just having lots of personalities interacting. The elves aren't supposed to interact with the other races, but Lyn could never not like anyone. Unless you do something to harm her or her family, she's always going to have your back, and always going to be friendly. Some of the vampires and some of the Lycans don't agree with Elves being in their presence, but most of the time, Lyn knows where to find the kind vampires and lycans.

History: Lyn is a half-elf, but not many people know it. Her mother was a normal elf who had sex with a human: giving them Llewelyn. Then, her mother fell from grace in the Elven kingdom and landed in the arms of a vampire, where she had her second child, Jaymes. Before her mother fell from grace, she enrolled Lyn into St. Chanel's. After graduating, Lyn came back and scaled the ranks from teacher to headmistress, loved by all.

Extra: Llewelyn's half brother is a teacher at Armond's school; they keep in touch through handwritten letters and sometimes spend time together by sneaking each other onto school grounds. Their bond is something very few siblings have. Her being half elf and half human, and his being half elf and half vampire gives them a bond between multiple races. Llewelyn's powers include healing (self-explanitory), gliding (it allows her to fly or self-levitate), and shape-shifting (also self-explanitory). She usually shape-shifts into either a red-furred tiger, or a red-furred wolf. Her velvety purple eyes, however, give away her identity when in that form.



Name: Jaymes Raphael
Age/Grade: 345
School: vampire, Armond's.
Occupation: All-around teacher.
Appearance: His clothes give him that old-timey sense, as do his words, and intelligence, but his eyes speak volumes of the past, present, and future. He is tall and lanky, but as a vampire, his strength needs no muscle.


Personality: Jaymes is excruciatingly charming. All the ladies love him, even the women from different races can't help but be enchanted by his charm. He's never been one for serious ANYTHING. As a teacher, he teaches the basics and unless specifically asked for something, he lets the students do whatever they want. He is laid back and easy-going while in the classroom; he is the kind of man who will do whatever it takes to keep those around him happy. On the outside, he seems like the normal, genteel, suave, charming vampire that all the girls drool over; but inside, he's a raging ball of fire that yearns to be set loose. He can rarely sit still, Jaymes always has to have something to do.. He's more on the quiet side unless he feels very comfortable around people.

History: Jaymes' mother died when he was born. How could she survive when a vampire baby ate through her stomach to get out? He and Llewelyn never talk about her anymore. As for his father, well, his father still runs an old book shop just down the street from Armond's. It's a multi-racial book store. A place where all races MUST be civil; which is unusual for anyone to own, but Mr. Raphael does it well. Before the book store, Mr. Raphael was a negotiator of sorts, between the races. (that would be why he has the multi-racial bookstore, and a son who can stand to be around other races, when most can not)

Extra: If he had to choose between loyalty to his race, or his sister, Jaymes would always choose his sister. Above all things, even his mother, he misses his first love. He rarely talks about her anymore, and few people know the story behind her, so his past is foggy and unknown to most.






((whoo! everyone who has posted has been accepted. I like how varied the characters are. :] cool beans guys.. Anyone can still join as long as they post a CS. Alright.. I'll get started.))

Llewelyn walked along the edge of the courtyard that surrounded St. Chanel's School, breathing in the fresh scent of nature. It was her favorite part about the evening, how simple and unclouded the smells were. She found her secluded area and stripped off her clothes, folding them perfectly and laying them on a stump nearby. She let down her fiery red hair and felt it tickle her bare back. Her eyes closed and her mind narrowed to her intentions; in a flash, her human body had disappeared and in its wake stood a majestic wolf with stark red fur. She shook her shaggy head and howled into the darkness surrounding her. Being in this form helped her to connect with nature and allowed her to be completely free willed, with no worries. After a few hours of galavanting about, she returned to her human form and put her clothes back on; all except her gloves. Llewelyn wanted to feel the feather-soft kisses of the wind as she walked back to the school.

Upon reentering the school, she was greeted by her friend Miren, a teacher at the school.
"Llew, you received a letter while you were out."
"Who's it from?" She wondered, nonchalantly.
"Your brother, madam." He replied softly. Llewelyn snatched the letter from him and ran swiftly to the headmistresses bedchamber. She tore open the letter and read it quietly sitting on the windowsill.

Dear Sister,
I know it has been weeks since you last heard from me and longer still since we last saw each other. I am utterly sorry for that. I have returned from my trip south and am on my way back to Armond's as you read this. It is too complicated to explain right now for I am in a rush; but fear not dear sister, we shall set up a meeting soon. I love you.

Your brother,
Jaymes

Llewelyn finished reading the letter and looked out over the campus of her school. It wasn't much, but it kept humans from wandering onto their grounds. She looked out across the night sky, watching as streetcars drove by, and people mingled in the streets; she wondered just what her brother had been up to these past few weeks.


Jaymes scribbled away at the letter in front of him, not knowing exactly where to start. He looked down by his side and saw his rucksack filled with his necessities. "Shit." He murmured as he knocked over the candle on the table and set the letter on fire. "Shittity brickity." Her cursed as he tossed a cup of water on it that was sitting near by. He glanced at his hands, checking for burns.
"That was a close call, you idiot." Jaymes heard from behind him. He turned quickly, reaching for his dagger, only to be met by his fathers dark red eyes. "Be more careful next time, ya?" The older vampire said, smiling wickedly at his son.
"Shut up, old man." Jaymes replied stiffly as he rushed to scribble down a new letter in the darkness. He heard his father huff and settle down into a big chair in the room, all of the air hissing out of the cushion as he sat. "I'm headed up to St. Chanel's to drop this off, then I'm headed back to Armond's. Alright, dad?" He folded up the letter and picked up his sack. "It was good seeing you." He said a little awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"Yeah, son. I'm glad you stopped by." The older vampire stood to shake his sons hand. "You should bring Llewelyn by some time, I'd like to see her again."
"That's up to her dad, not me."
"Have you even asked her yet?"
"I haven't seen her dad. Will you please just go tend to your bookstore and let me leave in peace?"
"Yes yes. Sorry that I worry about you sometimes son." The old vampire grumbled as he made his way to the stairs. When he turned back around, his son had vanished, the open window and sizzling candle on its side were the only indicators that his son had been there.

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Zorra found herself nervously pacing inside her giant house, watching as Zowie packed stuff into the tiny bag that Zorra took to school with her. She had recently gotten in alot of trouble and for that Zowie had been very angry with her. So without hesitation she grabbed her bag from the fuming Zowie and headed off to school. Her eyes darting aroun her bag nervously incase she forgot something. As she entered she went into a stae of panic, he had forgotten her schedule, as she almost always did. She still had not gotten used to the size of Armonds and found herself beggining to freak out as she paced, waiting for somebody she knew to find her.

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Zowie silently paced through the house, not anting to arrive at her job to early. She found it easier to think in the silence of the whiteaker house, even though it was not her own home, she was incharge of it, incuding the small vampire girl that lived there aswell. Against all misconceptions she found that she got along better with vampires then she did with her own race, or atleast, she got around fine with the Whiteakers.

Looking at the digital clock she sighed, finding it harder and harder to move her feet as she shuffled towards the old chevy that sat menacingly in the drive way. Zowie opened the car door, got in the seat, an drove away with a look of determination on her face.

"Hey Remirez"
Greeted Zowie, as she saw her manager at the counter, tending to a very picky customer that seemed to come into the shop once every few weeks, and always demanded on having the CDs that werent in stock.
"Hey Banks, you run the counter while I talk to Mrs.Alluard"
Zowie nodded, then lookd at Mrs. Alluard with a face of determination. She looked back to Remirez and laughed, he seemed to behaving a hard time, so she decided to take the burden off of his hands.
"Mrs.Alluard, whatever ou are looking for, wich I quiet frankly dont care, is not on stock, eaither comeback tommorow or shut up. If we dont have it, that means we dont have it"
The look Zowie receieved was not a good one, but Zowie held her groud untill the lady left, Zowie sighed, and moved to the counter.
"You really shouldnt let customers bully you."

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