Dance of Darkness

[~Ozy~]

I ask that you excuse the dramatics of the title, I was strapped for a name, came up with that at the last minute. This RP was inspired in part by Dracula, part by Phantom of the Opera, part by my studies of the Medici family of Florence, Italy.

On the 12th of December, you recieve an invitation that read Greetings, friend!

You are invited to a winter ball to be held on the 25th of this fine month. Please come in formal masqurade attire at the Shaidennen Winter Palace. Do try to attend, this is an event many would die to be invited to.

Sincerely,
Nikolai Baldwin

It is now the appointed date and you've arrived in front of the palace, a massive confection of white marble and granite in the Greco-Roman style. The inside is just as magnificant, with a red marble dance floor with a circle inscribed with the Roman numerals from one to twelve around the edges. The place is lit by massive chandeliers. An orchestra plays softly in the background. Across from the door where you stand is a staircase, wide and sweeping, built of highly polished granite. At the top, a good two stories above, stands a man. He is dressed in black and gold. White gloves mask his hands, one resting on the rapier at his side, the other high in the air, streatching above his masked face. He drops a deep bow and says in a powerful voice (one that matches his stature). "Welcome friends, welcome one and all. How are you this evening? Not too cold, I hope?" He chuckles malevolently as you begin to have doubts as to your wisdom into attending this. He continues in a cold, condescending tone "Welcome again to you all, and thank you for providing me with some sport this fine eve." Many of the other people in the room begin to murmur. He chuckles again and explains "Apologies, friends, apologies. You see, I take pleasure from the pain of you simple humans." He smiles baring his razor-sharp fangs although you are too far away to see this action. He quickly continues "You see, I've devised a game of sorts. Beneath this palace is an extensive basement network, running through the entre grounds. Some areas are as pleasent as this room, others intended for storage and defense. I've trapped the entire network, both magically and physically. You will be sent into my little labyrinth as a whole and given twelve hours to survive and escape, returning to this room. Those that do may leave. Any survivors who are so much as a minute late becom my food. Good luck, have fun. I know I will." With that, the floor of the room crumbles, sending everyone in it tumbling down a massive shaft. You land on hard, cold stone.

Form-
Name:
Gender:
Appearance: (keep in mind that you're dressed as if attending a ball, so no guns, armor, anything like that)
Personality: (this will be factored into the traps you encounter)
Species:
Class:
Writing sample: I hate to be a jerk about this one, but you don't provide one, or it's sub-par, you leave. I'm playing the DM here and I intend to toss you into the most abjectly hopeless situations ever, testing all of your RP abilities. Nothing's off-limits, I'll observe you interactions and play you against other, force you into kill-or-be-killed situations, all of it. I want to make sure that you're a good enough RPr to get out of them and describe it fluently and accurately.

 

[Lizzie]

Name: Sivillin
Gender: female
Appearance: Ambern hair, dark brown eyes, hair loosly down, wears a black dress that's slightly poofy with red desigins
Personality: kind, humorus, quick thinking, paranoid and slightly stupid XD
Species: Elf (humans are boreing XD)
Class: not very high
Writeing sample:
I walked down the red carpet in the hallway, unsure and feeling left out some how. I always seemed to feel this way, i needed to lighten up, it was a party, and i shouldn't be so paranoid. I held my head high, and smiled, i stopped walking and heard a lady scream. I tried to move but i couldn't. I started to loose my balance, i threw my hands in the air, trying to gain balance, and then i feel face forward on the ground. The next thing i knew was a loud crowd llaughing at me. I stood up and saw what happend, my heel had got caught in a ladys train, i flushed and walked in a very fast speed to the bathroom in embaressment. Now i was not only embaressed, but my feeling of paranoid had raisen to new hights, i felt as if every step i took people were talking about me and laughing. I walked faster and faster, I kept walking until i found some sign of the bathroom, i didn't care if it was all the way on the other side of the building, i wanted to hide my face in shame before i got myself in a mess again, i gave Elves a bad name
okay i edited it ^_^

 

[~Ozy~]

Please, for this, create an original character and provide a writing sample (preferably off the top of your head and fantasy-based).

 

[Flygon trainer]

Name: Eclipse Luna(my most overused charecter EVER!!!)
Gender: Female
Appearance: What's this 'formal dress' thing? alas, no. She wouldn't be caught in a dress unless tourtured. She prefers to wear all black, mostly consisting of a red sweater with a formal black jacket over it. She also wears black slacks. Her skin is incredibly pale, and her eyes are red. Her hair is totally black, and is wavy, going to the center of her back. Occasionally, a pair of black feathered wings are visable on her back. When she gets REALLY angry she transforms into a 30 foot black dragon, with a wingspan of what seems to be over 100 feet. The dragon form itself is considerably thin for a dragon, but big enough. Her eyes are a glowing red, and her head is considerably narrow, and when she opens her moth it's a light blue, because she's preparing to insinerate you with blue fire.
Personality: She is evil, a back-stabber, a traitor, and has an obsessive bloodlust, but she is not vampiric. But you can trust her is she likes you.
Species: hmm.. I'd say draconic. But only half. the other half is demon, giving her a bit of power, but a failed attempt at controling it.
Class: not sure. you didn't give an explanation on this.
Writing sample: I'll just say this is a scene from her past:

A roar broke the former silence of the night, as a dark black dragon decented upon the town. innocent people, mothers and children looked up to see the darkness dragon they had all feared would come. "the knights have again attempted to slay her!" One of the women said, trying to move out as fast as she could. But it was no use, as a large clawed, scaled black paw wrapped around her, peircing it's claws into her body and drawing blood. I again rose over the town, carrying my prize with me. Finally, I felt her struggles cease, and I tossed her into the air, catching her in my mouth and gulping her down. I looked back to the town. The chaos was making it so that the villagers couldn't get free. I smiled slightly, then sent a burst of blue fire over the village, setting it, and the people that lived there, on fire.

 

[Lily]

Name: Auraya Clearwater
Gender: female
Appearance: The first thing you'll notice about this lady is her unusual distinctive taste for anything aquatic. A slim garment of shimmering cerulean serves as her dress, a lighter shade of blue serving as a thicker neckpiece while the rest of the dress darkens and extends down towards her ankle. Raven locks cascade down onto her shoulder, glittering blue optics clearly apparent against her pale skin. Two crystal enclosed, teardrop shaped earrings hang from her slightly pointed out ears, while a sparkling indigo anklet circles her left ankle. As one would have predicted, her heels are also blue. She gives off an alluring yet entrancing beauty, somewhat haunted in a way.
Personality: Auraya is a dignified elf, overprotective with the right amount of cunning strength residing in her. She is a clever and sly figure, thinking ahead of time wth the consequences already planned out. She always tries to avoid hasty assumptions which could mistakingly lead to regrets, and Auraya isn't an elf who would assume to feel any tinge of guilt. With her bit of malice, fun and intelligence, it's no big surprise she could easily charm and persuade her way out of most troubles. The one problem one would find Auraya to be is her distant personality. She dislikes having to talk to strangers, unless it is a necessity to do so.
Species: Elf
Class: noble
Writing sample:


No one turned their heads around when they caught a vague glimpse of the prideful elven lady strolling down the main hall. Good, she intended it to keep it that way. Auraya took another stride onto the deep velvet carpet, her heels sinking in as she did so. Bright blue orbs curiously scanned the room, watching the loquacious atmosphere and the heavy tension wafting around. It was a quaint ball indeed.

Auraya dare not keep her guard down and ease herself. She knew better than that. Instead, her feet kept up the graceful, rhythmic strides, her eyes never wavering too far from her sight. The rest of the people seemed obscured, but that was how she was. Oblivious to the talking going around, the elf carefully pivoted once, walking steadily to the farthest corner. It was such a long walk, but as long as no one interrupted her...

"'scuse me, miss. Would you care for a drink?" A low silky voice cut clear through her thoughts like a dagger. Auraya eyed the platter, which had several thin, transparent cups with a deep crimson liquid sloshing around. She politely shook her head no.

"No thank you," she said smoothly, but the man's stern mahogany eyes dug tenaciously into her, as Auraya found herself caught within his steely glare.

"Are you sure, miss?"

Something about his voice was filled with a hint of malice, as Auraya's earrings shook dangerously.

"I already said no, so I would advise you to leave," she said icily, regarding the man with a cool look before darting away. Inside, she was annoyed. Annoyed by that persistent man who had merely wished to give away a cup of wine or two. Who was she, Auraya of the Elven Ladies, to accept a drink at a ball? It was a thought that could have made her laugh right there and now. But she didn't.

 

[Vincent Valentine]

Form-
Name:Erk
Gender:Male
Appearance: He is dressed as a human. One of the most petryfying things to him. His costume consists of deep blue pants. He is wearing a light blue shirt, and a blue wig. To keep his originality in tact, he wears his cloak over all of this, only exposing one more noticeable feature, his crystalline bandana.
Personality: He is a cold and ruthless person. He is also very selfish, concerned with only himself and making himself happy, at any costs.
Species: Demon
Class: Assasin

Writing sample:
The night's calm had been shattered by the sound of thunder in the distance. Our field remained silent though. Our eyes were locked to each other, and our blades extended. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, already aware of what was to happen next.
He jumped forth at me, with such speed at precision, and I barely had time to react. He had reached me too soon, and I was defenseless. He slashed at me with his blade, cutting my right arm deeply. The blood began pouring out, only to be washed away in the rain. He smiled once more, and before i knew it, he was gone.

 

[Mistys_Brother]

Hmm ... sounds interesting ... :

Name: Riku Kore
Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall & Muscular with dusty blonde Hair & Green eyes. Riku chosse to wear attire that would suit a King rather then a practishoner of the Dark Arts. His Formal attire is made up of loss hanging aqua blue silk trousers , a tight aqua blue shirt , a Navy Blue Cloak & a customary white half face mask.

Personality: Being quite a solitary man he believes in self preservation. He has never given money to the poor , never stops to help people in need .... nothing. Any who try to oppose him would more then likely face the slowest of deaths.

Species: Human
Class: Black Mage

Writing sample:

It was a dark , cold night in the small mountain Village of Feng-Ca. Few ventured out after sun set from fear of the Shadow Demon - A nightmereish creature that feasts on the very souls of anyone foolish enough to oppose him.

A Cold wind blew through the small Market Square as a young man , who had ventured in to the Village from the Mountains , came to rest near the large stone fountain. Brushing his fringe out of his eyes the young man looked up at the clear Night Sky .... taking a moment to admire the stars that shone like Diamonds in the darkness.

" Why do they refuse to offer me shelter ? " The man said aloud , still looking at the stars

...Because...

Darting of straight the man looked around the Market Square from his spot near the fountain ... searching for the source of the voice.

...Because they fear...

Getting up now the man walked steadily in the direction of the voice. As he neared the apparent source of the mysterious voice his hands started to shake ....

' What have I have to fear ? ' He thought to himself ' It is probably nothing more then a pauper '

" What is it they fear ? " The man said aloud

Turning his back for a moment to look around the square one last time , he turned around once more to be faced with a horiffying figure that could only have been spawned from the pits of hell.

...ME!!...

The blood-curdaling screams of the young man rang out across the town. The Shadow Demon had clamed his next victim ....


~Hope this is ok~

 

[~Ozy~]

You're all approved. And for class (if you need it), think FFTA, Tactics Ogre, FFXI, etc. etc

 

[Lizzie]

thanks AD, so do you start it? or do we start?

 

[~Ozy~]

You lot can start, begin whenever.

 

[Lizzie]

It was a dark, rainy night, although it was unusually warm. I walked quickly into the roman like building, in hopes that I wouldn't get too wet. Inside it was warm and designed with the most rich and elegent designs. It was huge and magnifasent with soothing music and friendly waiters. People all around me were dressed in the most high quality way, I felt myself turn red from embaressment of my not-so fancy dress. 'Compaired to all these high, rich and famus people, i'm but a mere peasent'. I frowned and walked towards a table, I looked at my card and saw the number that said which table i was to sit at and found my table moments later. A man walked up to me and smiled "what would you like milady?" he asked. I looked around at what everyone else was eating, scared that what i eat might not seem normal to them, i was getting paranoid as usual. "Umm just some white wine please" i said, looking up at the waiteres eyes for the first time. He imedeatly turned his head away and down at the floor as if he dropped something, "wine? are you sure you don't want anything else? we have steaked shrimp, and..."
"no thank you"
"we have steak and-"
"it's really okay"
The waiter sighed and poured me a glass of wine, and then walked off. I stared at him as he walked away and then drank some of the win that was placed before me.

 

[Lily]

The Elven Lady frowned at the bleak sky, the rain gently pattering down. Dewdrops clinged onto the tip of emerald blades of grass, and everything was serene outside the ball. Her aqua dress seemed to glide with her, as her hands trembled slightly from the usage of Elven magic, a simple spell for casting off rain. Still, it would be wearing off soon. Shooting another hasty glance at the pitiful weather, Auraya finally let the magic go and stepped quickly inside.

Bright fluorescent lights illuminated the whole room, the shade of deep wine velvet serving as the elegant carpet. She took a small step, wary eyes narrowing themselves as they scanned the room. Majority were chatting pleasantly, as her ears picked up their polite etiquette with eloquence. Some men in their custom obsidian suit were lounging around, platters containing transparent, thin glasses with a deep violet sloshing around. Wine.

Auraya then took another step, raven locks tumbling down as she took an abrupt turn. The lights glowed an inhuman glow on her cheeks, tinted with a bit of dusky rose. A figure interrupted her, obviously wanting to give away a cup of wine judging by his silly foolish grin plastered on his face.

"Vould you like sum' vine, M'ilady?" His accent was heavy, as Auraya stared hard at him for a second. No, he wasn't a dwarf at least. They were known for their terribly disposition.

"No, thank you," she brushed away politely, walking away swiftly. It was then one of her blue eyes caught a figure. She was unusual in her taste, not wearing one of the finest silk of satin, but surely she couldn't have been a peasant? Waving away the idea, Auraya stood still by the long banquet hall, waiting, wondering, marveling at the structured details of the place.

 

[Flygon trainer]

I REALLY hated parties. I really did. So why was I here? well, I had been around the area looking for any other dragons, but found nothing, and that's when I got the invitation. No, I could have simply stayed away, and been by my lonesome for a while, that was when I was at my happiest. Some guy, a bit older than me, came over and asked for a dance, but i declined. the room was packed, or so i thought. I looked into a mirror, and my skin paled even more. away from the mirror, the room seemed backed. but in the mirror, the room seemed empty short of a few. For once in my life, I was scared.

 

[~Ozy~]

I was biding my time fore now, waiting patiently for just a bit longer. Then I'd make my appearance, then I'd begin the games. For now, I watched the proceedings through the eyes of a servant I'd posessed. I watched an elf decline some wine from the servant, then walk off. Typical happenings, nothing special yet.

 

[Mistys_Brother]

' I suppose I had better make an appearence ' Riku thought to himself as he approached the Palace ' After all .... I have come all the way out here '

The same thought had been going through his mind the entire length of the walk : Why was he going to some god awful party ?

Perhaps it was out of curiousity ? or maybe he was looking for an excuse to hurt someone ? Either way ... he was there now & there was no point in turning back. As you approached the huge wooden doors , cloak rapped around him to keep the bitterly cold wind out , they were opened slowly by a pair of servants.

As he stepped inside Riku looked around , minorly in awe , the magnificant hall the guests viewed as they first entered. He also noticed a large number of people had arrived.

' Bah ..... Idle Banter will serve me no purpose ' He thought to himself

Asking a nearby servant for a drink Riku decided to look around the hall .... some of the art pieces had caught his eye.

OOC : Hope this is OK ... I'm typing it at 5:40am ^^;

 

[Lizzie]

I put my glass of wine down and looked around the room, i opened my mouth in awe, there standing on the red carpet was the most beautiful elf I had ever seen, dressed like a princess or an angel. I stared at her, thinking I should maybe intraduce myself to another elfin, but she seemed so high and i was so low she might give me skeptical looks. I waited awhile, nothing was happening, i stood up and walked towards the girl.
I certsayed and smiled "hello, welcome to the party, i hope your enjoying it as much as i am, my name's Sivillin, would you like to sit with me?" i asked politley, 'maybe i could cheer her up if she is bored, i love cheering people up'.

 

[Lily]

Auraya was interrupted unexpectedly by another figure, as she was asked a simple question. By taking one look, the Elf could already depict which class she was from. However, it was no time to think of such pointless things.

"My name is Auraya, and it's a pleasure you meet you, Sivillan." She said back with the same politeness, showing off a brief curtsy. Curtsies weren't popular around the elves, reason why so few did it except perhaps noble ladies of the upper class.

"Certainly we may sit. Do you mind leading the way?" She smiled.

 

[~Ozy~]

Almost time now, just a fw absent. Just a bit longer. For all appearances, I was calm, but inside, I was shaking with anticipation. I called one of the harem boys I kept around for amusement over, sipping a little blood from his supple young form. He shuddered as I did so. entirely understrandable, a vampire bite is one of the most horrible experiences any creature could possibly go through. I paced up and down, the steel toes and heels of my boots clicking on the stone floor of my sumptous chambers.

 

[Flygon trainer]

i was still disturbed by the lack of a reflection, but I shrugged it off. trick mirrors were nothing unusual. I paced back and forth, though watching the host carefully, my distrust being the most visable thing on me, though I could see most people shying away from me.. I couldn't blame them, really.

 

[~Ozy~]

It was time, I could wait no longer. Magical moniters would transmit every instant of the proceedings underground to me. Stepping up to the head of the long table set for the pre-dance banquet, I rapped a salad fork against the side of a wine glass with a snap of my wrist. The ding sounded throughout the room, a call to attention.