Xhaiden
Cosplayer of Doom
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- Seen May 14, 2008
I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 16 FOR THIS RP UNLESS THEY ARE DUBBED MATURE ENOUGH BY MYSELF. This is a VIOLENT rp that will contain BLOOD, GORE, and other non-child oriented things. If you wish to play, you must PM me with a detailed sample of you abilities. This does not mean a five sentance thing. It must be at least two paragraphs 7-10 sentances each.
Yes I am being picky and yes I know it's being a bit rude in the process, but this is my baby. I've written the story that this rp is based on and by joining this you are agreeing to follow my rules. No this will not follow the real storyline, but an alternate one. This protects my true plotline from the world and it allows for players to add in their own ideas and plots. The time frame of this particular rp is in the mid 3000s, meaning that technology has progressed a great deal, so yes, you may have flying cars and cat ears, ect. I will explain more of this later. Icari(Children of Time) and the characters Infinity, Fray, Rune, Dyne, and mony others belong to me. Steal them and I will eat your souls. If you wish to use my ideas anywhere other then this rp, simply PM me for permission. Not too difficult ne? Now then, the rules:
-Do Not take on more then you can handle. We don't want inactive characters floating around in limbo and we also do not want poorly made ones either. If you want more then one character(which is perfectly fine), please develop them fully.(You'll see what I mean in a moment)
-Do Not imitate someone else's character unless you have thier permission. I do not want to look through the sign ups and see 20 female vampires with viberant red hair, pouty lips, and brilliant green eyes. That is just boring. Try to be creative! These people need to be believable and so they don't have to be perfect. That is...unless they are Icari, then it is expected.
-Do not power play or god mod. I do not like anyone else playing my characters, and so I am sure that others do not like that either. So in short, don't do it. If you need a reaction from another person's character, then wait for them to respond please. Despite the fact that some characters in this rp will be insanely powerful, they all have some form of weakness, whether it be physically, mentally, or emotionally. We want them to be a human as possible as far as personality and stuff goes.
-If you feel that you are being ignored, please do not worry, this, like many rps, will have times were that will appear to be happening. Do not fret, for everyone will be included and will have vital roles. I will apologize ahead of time if this happens to anyone. If you are concerned about this, please PM me with you problem so that we can correct it.
-Please, Please, Please, do not have your characters instantly falling completely and totally in love with another unless they have a history together. It just isn't realistic at all. I mean, when was the last time you saw a man who hates the world fall madly in love with a bubbly, cheerful female after the first day of meeting her? Never! Well...unless you count soap operas. O_o;;
-YOUR CHARACTERS CAN DIE. Yes things will die. No you may not kill off a character that does not belong to you unless you recieve permission from it's player. Simple no?
-1 d0n'7 w4n7 70 s33 7h1s!! As much as we all love l33t, please keep it out of character play unless they are sending an email or something. Not everyone is l33t enough to read it.
I am trying not to be too strick and give you guys enough trust to not have to put silly rules like this up, but I feel the need to after the last few rps I have mastered went down the toilet. -le sigh- I am sorry for being offensive to anyone who I have or will offend, I do not mean to be. Now then, some information in amusing narrator form! ^^ Please read all of it, for it contains vital things about our lovely Icari friends.
Have you ever wondered where the stories came from? The dark and fantanstic tales of creatures of the night that thrived on the blood of the living and struck fear into the very souls of those around them? There had to be some truth to it all. Something that inspired the fear that humans have now of the dark. A fear that keeps them looking over their shoulders when in an alley at night, or drives them to carry a cross about their precious necks. It is quite funny really, their ignorance. They believe that with a piece of metal and a clove of garlic they can defend themselves against something that has no weakness, no flaw. Well, it is true that such methods may work on immitations and the lesser beings. However, true children of time are perfect. There is no place hidden from their eyes, no mind that cannot be read, and no life that they cannot take. Not even the sun in all of it's glory can harm them. So what, do you ask, can possibley save you from them? Heh. Well, that is indeed a very good question. For one, no normal mortal can achieve the actual death of one of our kind. Oh no. And that particular individual would have to be either weakened, a child, or just plain stupid, possibley a combination of the three even. Yes, unfortunately, the human curse known as stupidity has learned to jump species. Sad really. But alas, I am moving off the subject. How to save yourself from a Icari. Well, for one, don't meet one. A sure fire way to survive. However, there are very few who have not met one actually, or at least a form of vampire. For all of the rest of humanity, making a deal with one of our kind in exchange is a rather common practice. You see, Icari need more then just blood to get by.
We need servents, connections to the human world, and what is a very popular thing with our kind; pets. But enough of that for now, there are more important things to explain. Another way to defend yourself from death at our hands would be to aquire the assistance of another otherworldly creature. For instance, Lycans have been known to befriend humans and even defend them for a price. Lycans really are not that great a threat, but they are skilled in dealing with our kind I suppose. The better choice would be to strike a bargin with some form of upper level daemon. They ask a hell of alot for thier services however. But you are probibley curious about how to kill a vampire correct? Of course you are. Time will do nothing. We have no garlic, nor silver issues. Sunlight is a joke really, as is the good old stake in the heart trick. Honestly, I swear that if I ever stumble across the mortal who made up that crock, he or she will wish they hadn't. So idiotic. The whole garlic thing started through a misunderstanding. One Icari had an allergic reaction to garlic and boom! Stupid anti-vamp object number one. Our kind can be killed by others of our kind, and maybe the occassional illness. That is about all that we worry about. We are immortal afterall. There are others like us, fakes, wannabes. These...things are where most superstition springs from. They do not have the black blood, hardly. They aren't even alive. These are the vampires that the mortal world sees. Vunerable to sunlight, defeatable with the use of a strategically placed stake or your standard high powered rifle. They are scum in the eyes of true Children of Time. It is in a way, a hillbilly version of the perfect creature. But, you will see that lot soon enough...
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The sweet tang of blood laced the thick air that was trapped within the cavernous structure made of stone and gold. A musky, breath stealing air that seemed bent on smothering any who dared to take it in. Among the scents of death and mildew lay the stench of alcohol, sweat, and decay, a horrible and toxious perfume for a place that only it could suit. Light was provided sparsely through the fifteen long corridors that led inward from different directions by black flamed torches. Black fire was a rare thing that few held the ability to create, but here it was abundent. Shadows of light danced along with the spiralling dark flames that beckoned guests forward. These corridors were about twenty paces wide and miles long, the floor intricately carved with an odd mixture of black and white marble as well as a few strange stones that differed for each. These stones were placed strategically and unless one knew they were there, they were practically undetectable. Each passage had a different pattern of these metalic silver stones that caused the floor to give off an eurethral glow. What these patterns ment, few knew or rather, cared to know.Massive collums of finely decorated crystal lined the corridors, supporting an oppressive looking ceiling that matched the floors perfectly. There appeared to be no walls in these passageways, but they were there, transparent to visitors. These transparent barriers kept out the weather, intruders, and the guardians that roamed outside. It also allowed those inside to view the surprisingly beautiful outside. Tranquil water surrounded the fifteen corridors on both sides, massive flowering trees coated in dangling vines and ivy growing endlessly upward from the clear liquid. The canopy allowed only sparse patches of sky to peer through the leaves and isolated the almost sacred looking place from the world. On second look at the scene however, one would note that not a single bird sang here, nor did the wind stir. It all appeared frozen in time like a perfect fantasy garden, preserved for all time on a murral.
Night shrouded the entire area, the now silvery water glittering with the moon's cold glow. This coldness was nothing in comparison to the inside, which chilled the soul to the bone. The fifteen passages led toward a circular structure that stood in the center. It was a rather impressive work of art with it's carvings and paintings, easily capible of containing an entire city and then some. It's interior held several thousand velvet lined chairs, about two hundred of them black and far more extravigant then the rest. These seated the powerful, while the rest seated the weaker members of the species. One platform in the farmost north section of the structure was decorated with the most care, silks of white and silver hanging neatly over the lavishly ornate pedistal. A large seat stood in it's center, made of the finest materials of gold. Two each side were two other seats, both just as fine. The entire building was filled with people, all dressed in robes of thier clan and chatting openly with others. There appeared to be fifteen clans present, each one massive and closely knit. The seats had been arranged so that all faced inward toward a large circular pit, similar to a colliseum in design. The floor of this pit was covered in finely ground white sand that reflected the glow of the thousands of black fire torches that lined the walls. This sand was not enitely white, tainted with the stain of old blood, as were the walls within the pit. Not a single ladder allowed escape within it's vastness, the walls nearly thirty feet deep. At the far south stood metal gates that to at each side stood a bulky looking guard.
The sound of a chime so soft that it was almost inaudiable silenced the entire crowd. The many guests turned thier slitted gazes toward the south where a sixteenth corridor opened and looked on with anticipation as the soft chiming continued in slow measured time. Every single one of them rose quickly to thier feet, not a single sound breaking the deafening silence other then that faint chime. Finally fifteen men and women dressed entirely in black robes strode without a sound from the corridor. They were emotionless looking, each one flawlessly beautiful and looking more like living marble. The volumous robes fanned out about thier lithe frames, held tight to their torsos by gold bands. They moved purposefully, ignoring the envious looks that they recieved from the others. The Chiming had grown louder and Three others appeared in the doorway. These three seemed to be the source of awe. A tall, muscular, and formidable looking man with wild red hair escorted a woman that belittled the title goddess with ease. She was fairly petite, body perfectly honned and holding a grace that no mortal could ever dream to posess. She was clad in pure black sheer, the long dress trailing behind her and fanning out in a nonexistant wind. Her hair was a long mane of golden brown, coiling and falling nearly to the floor. It was a simple outfit really, but that was all she needed. Honestly, the woman could have been wearing rags and still looked just as beautiful. Her skin was so pale that it radiated a soft cold glow. Beautiful could not describe her. She was beyond that and cold, colder then the darkest ice and several times more deadly.
But, it was the third person that was the true phenomina. A child. An Angel. Barely four years old, the child stood only just above the woman's knees. Pure, metalic strands of silver fell down around it's frail shoulders perfectly, not a single hair out of place. This child, a male, looked akin to a porcelin doll, as though the lightest touch would shatter his untainted form. But this child's eyes were by far, the most startling of his characteristics. White, flecked with black sporadically and rimmed in black as well. A slightly slitted iris dialated and focused as those large eyes flitted about curiously. Endless they seemed, stretching on forever with thier sheer depth. His innocence was amplified by the small smile that curved his pink lips as he held onto the hem of his mother's dress. He was clothed entirely in white, a white that blinded the eyes. Thin modest robes that looked to be slightly too large for him for they fell down his shoulders and concealed his hands. The fabric was then pooled near his knees, a pair of white trousers concealing his legs. Around the boy's neck was a thick silver chain, attatched to a large silver bell that was the source of the chiming. Every person in the room sucked in a sharp breath and stared in awe at the tiny being who looked to belong to the heavens themselves. This was why they had been gathered. Noticing the stares of the thousands of guests the child's cheeks became reddened with a faint pink and he moved closer to his mother
Her clawed hand stroked his silk-like hair soothingly and an affectionate smile graced her full lips. The wide eyed boy looked up at his mother questioningly and the woman bent to his level. She cupped the boy's face in her hands, her lips curved slightly in amusement.
" My beautiful Angel...They have all come to see you...Today is your first. Do not disappoint me My silver son." She cooed in reassurance. The boy nodded slightly, a determined look morphing his face. He straightened himself and stepped back from her, forcing his timid nature aside for the time being. The woman smiled, revieling her perfect teeth, or rather, fangs. The procession continued around the circular room to the northern platform, and gracefully, the woman seated herself on the center throne. Her son sat on her left, his curious gaze flitting about the area. It was his first appearance in the world and his hightened senses were on overload. The tall red haired man took up the right side of the woman and the rest of the room's occupants sat in unison. The fifteen stood silently behind the three, eyes flitting about for trouble. With barely any movement at all, the woman gave the two guards are the bottom of the pit a silent signal. Without hesitation they opened the steel gates and several shackled humans were forced into the arena. All of them looked to be fit and well taken care of, perfect for pets.
" Which one do you like dearest?" The woman purred to her son who watched the humans below with a deep interest. The child rose from his seat and moved to the edge of the platform to look upon the twenty slaves below. Carefully he observed them and as they were lined up before the audiance, they paid him no mind, mainly because he was not a direct threat. Each one was different, some young, some older. There were even children amongst them. All however, were male. His white eyes caught on one that seemed almost beautiful in his mind. Tall, muscular, darkly tanned, and looking to be in his mid to early twenties. Shaggy blode hair hung about his well formed face, and the rather revieling attire he wore showed off his lean frame quite nicely. Slowly, the silver haired child lifted a clawed finger to point at the man who was busy struggling in his restraints. His mother nodded once and the man was grabbed roughly, the others being led away to the doors again. The observers began to whisper amongst themselves about the child's choice, most approving of it. With little care, the guards turned the man so that he faced the main platform, and released his shackles. He was emensely confused by all of this. However, he was relieved that the metal had been removed.
" What is your name, Human?" Came the near emotionless voice of the woman, gaining the man's attention. He glared at her darkly with his hazel eyes and remained silent. The silver haired child smiled faintly at the man's stubborness.
" Jerran..." Was the soft word that came from the child, earning a stupified look from nearly everyone in the room. How was it possible for a mere child to read minds so easily when even elders still had trouble? The human turned his wide eyes to the silver haired child and his breath caught in his throat. It had to be the single most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The red haired man rose to his feet and moved to stand next to the small boy.
" Make us proud..." He murmured softly in his dark voice bafore lifting the boy into his hands. Without warning he dropped the child into the pit, a startled cry escaping the silver haired boy. The human rushed forward, letting out an angry noise and stretching out his arms to catch the boy. Jerran caught the tiny form easily, casting a dark glare at the people above who watched with wide smirks.
" What is wrong with you people!? Throwing a child like that!?" Jerran yelled in rage. This only earned scattered laughter from the audiance, much to his confusion. A soft sniffle reminded him that there was a frightened child in his arms and the tall man examined the boy carefully.
" It's ok, I won't let them hurt you anymore." Jerran murmured gently while running a hand over the silver strands of hair that seemed to glow in the light. Large white eyes fixated on his face, causing the man's blood to run cold and his jaw to go slack. The child's face had become emotionless, far colder then anything the man had ever seen. It were as though he were looking into the very depths of hell. He released the boy instantly and backed away, sand flying about him in his retreat. Without a sound the child landed on his feet, not a singly strand of hair out of place. The room had gone drastically colder and the guests had begun murmuring in astonishment to each other. This was no ordinary child. Those endless voids of white narrowed and slowly, crimson began to bleed into them starting at the pupil. The child's now blood red eyes glinted darkly and focused on the human.
" Jerran...who will protect you?" Came the child's soft voice as cold terror shot through the man's veins. " Not your friends...your family...Christeen." The boy began making slow, deliberate steps toward the human. Jerran clenched his hands at his sides angrily and continued to back away.
" That's right, HUMAN. No one will save you...In fact, I bet that they'll all rejoyce in your death. They all hate you and you know it." The child continued, a sadistic grin gracing his lips. Jerran fell to his knees in anguish as images bombarded his senses and he held his head in agony. " You are nothing more then a pathetic waste of life."
" No!" Jerran cried out as he felt the threat of tears in his wide eyes. " No...you don't know them! You can't-"
" You know that I am right..." The angelic child cooed as he moved closer. The boy could taste the fear and sorrow radiating from the man. He stopped about five feet away and opened his arms invitingly to the trembling human. " Come to me, Jerran. They cannot have you anymore. You belong to me." Jerran looked up at the child in fear and hesitantly crawled forward. The child wrapped his small arms around the human's neck, nuzzling into the man. Jerran needed no further encouragement and held the small boy in his embrace. He felt a dark chill surround him and his mind could not grasp why as it tightened it's hold on him. The human was surprised to hear a soft purr sound from the tiny child in his arms and held the boy closer. For some reason, his world had narrowed to hold only this small silver creature. The child's senses were ablaze as he inhaled the man's intoxicating scent, the scent of his blood, his fear. Guided by instinct, the child ran his tongue lightly over the man's neck and Jerran stiffened as a shudder worked it's way through him. The human tilted his head to the side under the sensation. With a purr of satisfaction the young boy repeated his previous action, only slower as he pinpointed the man's pulse. His purr quickly turned into a growl and he hissed at the urges that rushed through him, reveiling four sharp fangs to the world. Without any further hesitation he sank those fangs into the fragile skin of the terrified human. Warm liquid filled his waiting mouth as the man went limp. Jerran let out a gasp of pain beneath the sensation of his blood draining from his body.
The child lapped as the wound like a kitten as he pinned the flailing human to the ground with more strength then possible for his tiny form. Claws sank into the human's arms and he screamed out in agony as they were raked upward to tear at his flesh. Then the boy pulled away, hissing hatefully at the writhing man.
" You deserve a painful death HUMAN...you defiled my hair with your discusting hands...and you have tainted my eyes with your hideous weakness. You make me sick." He spat lowly. With a humorless smirk he watched the gasping man try to crawl away. Every eye in the room was rivetted to the malicious looking child and his prey. " That's it, run away." The child followed leisurely behind, a cold giggle escaping him. He was amused with this new game. Jerran fell to the sand with a muffled cry and tears freed themselves from his fearfull eyes. He felt his head being yanked back roughly by the child as the pain of his wounds throbbed in his mind.
" You taste horrible...just so you know." The child stated before snapping the man's neck back in an odd angle. Jerran's mouth opened soundlessly and before he could exhale his final breath, the child pressed his lips to the dying man's. A dark glow surrounded the human as the man's final breath spilled into the child's awaiting mouth. With a hiss of discust, the boy tossed the man aside like a rag doll. A shudder worked it's way through him and his eyes faded back to that pure white shade. "Fool..."
Every person in the room rose to thier feet, cheering in approval. The child did not react, but merely ignored the praise with a bored expression. His mother looked down upon him pridefully and held her hand toward him. A wicked bolt of black lighting snaked out from her palm and struck the child in the chest. He arched back in pain, but made no sound as two black wings burst from his shoulders. Gasps filled the room and even the woman held a look of surprise. A hiss escaped the boy as he slowly became accustomed to the odd sensation. His white eyes opened again and he focused on his mother.
" Your name...Is Infinity, the Prince of Eternity." She stated for all to hear. Every vampire lowered to bow to the tiny boy as one. Infinity merely ignored them and remained silent. When all were seated again, he turned his cold gaze to them.
" Is this what I am to look forward to? A life of eating fowl vermin and being in the pressence of fools?" He asked darkly. " I would rather not exist..."
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Year: 3605 AD, December 24th
Crystaline flakes of white tumbled from the darkened clouds that hid the night from the colorful world below. The thousands upon thousands of lights from the massive city that encompassed the entire surface of the earth acted as imitation stars for a world that was eternally in darkness. For centuries the sky had been filled with these dark clouds, casting Earth's inhabitants into this artificial light. There wasn't any other choice. Why had these clouds appeared? Who knew? Just one day they came and then never left. In fact, almost every inhabitable planet was coated in these stiffling clouds. Only two vacationing planets had the gift of the stars and sun, Saturn and Venus. Yes in the late 2000s mankind had finally stablized the atmospheres and soil of the other planets. Pluto was now a wonderful prison. As for Earth, no longer did it hold it's wilderness. It had been engulfed by the spawn of technology and her human masters. Well...not entirely human.
A pair of eyes whiter then the snow itself gazed down upon the lights from the upper balconies of the Ikikara Tower, a massive building that stood high over most of the others. The top stretched upwards into the upper portion of the atmosphere to act as a shuttle port while the lower half acted as offices and homes for the Ikikara family. This family was massive, one that was also considered the formost leaders in technological advancements. Of course the family's true nature was unknown. The whole lot of them were vampires and Icari. Of course, Icari were far fewer in number. And then there was the unpredictable Prince, or as his fans call him, the Ice Prince. The family gave the silver haired man a wide berth, mainly because of his violent disposition. Infinity had become the head of the family after the passing of his mother and father, much to his annoyance.
He had no desire to be a Prince of anysort. This world discusted him. But, he had a duty to fufill, as his father had dictated. There was nothing that he cared for in this world aside from his music. Yes, he was a singer and guitarist. He sang out his anguish and rage and hatred to millions of ears in the form of rock, and despite how much he hated them, they cheered him and worshipped him. Humans confused him. He had survived from the early 1600s and he still did not have any grasp on why they were so stupid. On top of his responsibility there was the growing threat of the undead. Those vampire creatures that littered the shadows had been growing in number and causing problems for the family. Honestly, Infinity was not to be bothered by them. But, Fray, his half Sister had been becoming increacingly annoying.
She was more suited to lead then he. The Ice Prince ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the balcony railing, allowing his eyes to slide shut. These creatures were scum to him. However, Fray claimed that some were worth allowing to exist. Whatever. She was far too compassionate. It must be her human side. Yes, his little sister was indeed the spawn of a human and his dear mother. Mother had never been too loyal to father. Anger moved through the man as he remembered his father's heartbreak. He truely loved that woman. Hah! WHat a joke. Love was a fantasy created by people who could not accept the truth. That in the end we are all nothing more then dust collecting on a dying world...
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Yes, Infinity is deperssing. lol. ANyways, I shall post up the begining of this beast and my character sheets after a few people sign up. Sorry about the length.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:(Vampire, Human, Lycan, Icari{only about four of these please. If you wish to be one, PM me about it}, halfbreed.)
Appearance: (Yes they may have wierd colored hair and tails and such, but these are not natural)
Personality:
History:
Occupation:
Relations: ( If you wish to be part of the Ikikara family or an employee or something)(Optional)
RP Sample: A sample of your abilities
Yes I am being picky and yes I know it's being a bit rude in the process, but this is my baby. I've written the story that this rp is based on and by joining this you are agreeing to follow my rules. No this will not follow the real storyline, but an alternate one. This protects my true plotline from the world and it allows for players to add in their own ideas and plots. The time frame of this particular rp is in the mid 3000s, meaning that technology has progressed a great deal, so yes, you may have flying cars and cat ears, ect. I will explain more of this later. Icari(Children of Time) and the characters Infinity, Fray, Rune, Dyne, and mony others belong to me. Steal them and I will eat your souls. If you wish to use my ideas anywhere other then this rp, simply PM me for permission. Not too difficult ne? Now then, the rules:
-Do Not take on more then you can handle. We don't want inactive characters floating around in limbo and we also do not want poorly made ones either. If you want more then one character(which is perfectly fine), please develop them fully.(You'll see what I mean in a moment)
-Do Not imitate someone else's character unless you have thier permission. I do not want to look through the sign ups and see 20 female vampires with viberant red hair, pouty lips, and brilliant green eyes. That is just boring. Try to be creative! These people need to be believable and so they don't have to be perfect. That is...unless they are Icari, then it is expected.
-Do not power play or god mod. I do not like anyone else playing my characters, and so I am sure that others do not like that either. So in short, don't do it. If you need a reaction from another person's character, then wait for them to respond please. Despite the fact that some characters in this rp will be insanely powerful, they all have some form of weakness, whether it be physically, mentally, or emotionally. We want them to be a human as possible as far as personality and stuff goes.
-If you feel that you are being ignored, please do not worry, this, like many rps, will have times were that will appear to be happening. Do not fret, for everyone will be included and will have vital roles. I will apologize ahead of time if this happens to anyone. If you are concerned about this, please PM me with you problem so that we can correct it.
-Please, Please, Please, do not have your characters instantly falling completely and totally in love with another unless they have a history together. It just isn't realistic at all. I mean, when was the last time you saw a man who hates the world fall madly in love with a bubbly, cheerful female after the first day of meeting her? Never! Well...unless you count soap operas. O_o;;
-YOUR CHARACTERS CAN DIE. Yes things will die. No you may not kill off a character that does not belong to you unless you recieve permission from it's player. Simple no?
-1 d0n'7 w4n7 70 s33 7h1s!! As much as we all love l33t, please keep it out of character play unless they are sending an email or something. Not everyone is l33t enough to read it.
I am trying not to be too strick and give you guys enough trust to not have to put silly rules like this up, but I feel the need to after the last few rps I have mastered went down the toilet. -le sigh- I am sorry for being offensive to anyone who I have or will offend, I do not mean to be. Now then, some information in amusing narrator form! ^^ Please read all of it, for it contains vital things about our lovely Icari friends.
Have you ever wondered where the stories came from? The dark and fantanstic tales of creatures of the night that thrived on the blood of the living and struck fear into the very souls of those around them? There had to be some truth to it all. Something that inspired the fear that humans have now of the dark. A fear that keeps them looking over their shoulders when in an alley at night, or drives them to carry a cross about their precious necks. It is quite funny really, their ignorance. They believe that with a piece of metal and a clove of garlic they can defend themselves against something that has no weakness, no flaw. Well, it is true that such methods may work on immitations and the lesser beings. However, true children of time are perfect. There is no place hidden from their eyes, no mind that cannot be read, and no life that they cannot take. Not even the sun in all of it's glory can harm them. So what, do you ask, can possibley save you from them? Heh. Well, that is indeed a very good question. For one, no normal mortal can achieve the actual death of one of our kind. Oh no. And that particular individual would have to be either weakened, a child, or just plain stupid, possibley a combination of the three even. Yes, unfortunately, the human curse known as stupidity has learned to jump species. Sad really. But alas, I am moving off the subject. How to save yourself from a Icari. Well, for one, don't meet one. A sure fire way to survive. However, there are very few who have not met one actually, or at least a form of vampire. For all of the rest of humanity, making a deal with one of our kind in exchange is a rather common practice. You see, Icari need more then just blood to get by.
We need servents, connections to the human world, and what is a very popular thing with our kind; pets. But enough of that for now, there are more important things to explain. Another way to defend yourself from death at our hands would be to aquire the assistance of another otherworldly creature. For instance, Lycans have been known to befriend humans and even defend them for a price. Lycans really are not that great a threat, but they are skilled in dealing with our kind I suppose. The better choice would be to strike a bargin with some form of upper level daemon. They ask a hell of alot for thier services however. But you are probibley curious about how to kill a vampire correct? Of course you are. Time will do nothing. We have no garlic, nor silver issues. Sunlight is a joke really, as is the good old stake in the heart trick. Honestly, I swear that if I ever stumble across the mortal who made up that crock, he or she will wish they hadn't. So idiotic. The whole garlic thing started through a misunderstanding. One Icari had an allergic reaction to garlic and boom! Stupid anti-vamp object number one. Our kind can be killed by others of our kind, and maybe the occassional illness. That is about all that we worry about. We are immortal afterall. There are others like us, fakes, wannabes. These...things are where most superstition springs from. They do not have the black blood, hardly. They aren't even alive. These are the vampires that the mortal world sees. Vunerable to sunlight, defeatable with the use of a strategically placed stake or your standard high powered rifle. They are scum in the eyes of true Children of Time. It is in a way, a hillbilly version of the perfect creature. But, you will see that lot soon enough...
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The sweet tang of blood laced the thick air that was trapped within the cavernous structure made of stone and gold. A musky, breath stealing air that seemed bent on smothering any who dared to take it in. Among the scents of death and mildew lay the stench of alcohol, sweat, and decay, a horrible and toxious perfume for a place that only it could suit. Light was provided sparsely through the fifteen long corridors that led inward from different directions by black flamed torches. Black fire was a rare thing that few held the ability to create, but here it was abundent. Shadows of light danced along with the spiralling dark flames that beckoned guests forward. These corridors were about twenty paces wide and miles long, the floor intricately carved with an odd mixture of black and white marble as well as a few strange stones that differed for each. These stones were placed strategically and unless one knew they were there, they were practically undetectable. Each passage had a different pattern of these metalic silver stones that caused the floor to give off an eurethral glow. What these patterns ment, few knew or rather, cared to know.Massive collums of finely decorated crystal lined the corridors, supporting an oppressive looking ceiling that matched the floors perfectly. There appeared to be no walls in these passageways, but they were there, transparent to visitors. These transparent barriers kept out the weather, intruders, and the guardians that roamed outside. It also allowed those inside to view the surprisingly beautiful outside. Tranquil water surrounded the fifteen corridors on both sides, massive flowering trees coated in dangling vines and ivy growing endlessly upward from the clear liquid. The canopy allowed only sparse patches of sky to peer through the leaves and isolated the almost sacred looking place from the world. On second look at the scene however, one would note that not a single bird sang here, nor did the wind stir. It all appeared frozen in time like a perfect fantasy garden, preserved for all time on a murral.
Night shrouded the entire area, the now silvery water glittering with the moon's cold glow. This coldness was nothing in comparison to the inside, which chilled the soul to the bone. The fifteen passages led toward a circular structure that stood in the center. It was a rather impressive work of art with it's carvings and paintings, easily capible of containing an entire city and then some. It's interior held several thousand velvet lined chairs, about two hundred of them black and far more extravigant then the rest. These seated the powerful, while the rest seated the weaker members of the species. One platform in the farmost north section of the structure was decorated with the most care, silks of white and silver hanging neatly over the lavishly ornate pedistal. A large seat stood in it's center, made of the finest materials of gold. Two each side were two other seats, both just as fine. The entire building was filled with people, all dressed in robes of thier clan and chatting openly with others. There appeared to be fifteen clans present, each one massive and closely knit. The seats had been arranged so that all faced inward toward a large circular pit, similar to a colliseum in design. The floor of this pit was covered in finely ground white sand that reflected the glow of the thousands of black fire torches that lined the walls. This sand was not enitely white, tainted with the stain of old blood, as were the walls within the pit. Not a single ladder allowed escape within it's vastness, the walls nearly thirty feet deep. At the far south stood metal gates that to at each side stood a bulky looking guard.
The sound of a chime so soft that it was almost inaudiable silenced the entire crowd. The many guests turned thier slitted gazes toward the south where a sixteenth corridor opened and looked on with anticipation as the soft chiming continued in slow measured time. Every single one of them rose quickly to thier feet, not a single sound breaking the deafening silence other then that faint chime. Finally fifteen men and women dressed entirely in black robes strode without a sound from the corridor. They were emotionless looking, each one flawlessly beautiful and looking more like living marble. The volumous robes fanned out about thier lithe frames, held tight to their torsos by gold bands. They moved purposefully, ignoring the envious looks that they recieved from the others. The Chiming had grown louder and Three others appeared in the doorway. These three seemed to be the source of awe. A tall, muscular, and formidable looking man with wild red hair escorted a woman that belittled the title goddess with ease. She was fairly petite, body perfectly honned and holding a grace that no mortal could ever dream to posess. She was clad in pure black sheer, the long dress trailing behind her and fanning out in a nonexistant wind. Her hair was a long mane of golden brown, coiling and falling nearly to the floor. It was a simple outfit really, but that was all she needed. Honestly, the woman could have been wearing rags and still looked just as beautiful. Her skin was so pale that it radiated a soft cold glow. Beautiful could not describe her. She was beyond that and cold, colder then the darkest ice and several times more deadly.
But, it was the third person that was the true phenomina. A child. An Angel. Barely four years old, the child stood only just above the woman's knees. Pure, metalic strands of silver fell down around it's frail shoulders perfectly, not a single hair out of place. This child, a male, looked akin to a porcelin doll, as though the lightest touch would shatter his untainted form. But this child's eyes were by far, the most startling of his characteristics. White, flecked with black sporadically and rimmed in black as well. A slightly slitted iris dialated and focused as those large eyes flitted about curiously. Endless they seemed, stretching on forever with thier sheer depth. His innocence was amplified by the small smile that curved his pink lips as he held onto the hem of his mother's dress. He was clothed entirely in white, a white that blinded the eyes. Thin modest robes that looked to be slightly too large for him for they fell down his shoulders and concealed his hands. The fabric was then pooled near his knees, a pair of white trousers concealing his legs. Around the boy's neck was a thick silver chain, attatched to a large silver bell that was the source of the chiming. Every person in the room sucked in a sharp breath and stared in awe at the tiny being who looked to belong to the heavens themselves. This was why they had been gathered. Noticing the stares of the thousands of guests the child's cheeks became reddened with a faint pink and he moved closer to his mother
Her clawed hand stroked his silk-like hair soothingly and an affectionate smile graced her full lips. The wide eyed boy looked up at his mother questioningly and the woman bent to his level. She cupped the boy's face in her hands, her lips curved slightly in amusement.
" My beautiful Angel...They have all come to see you...Today is your first. Do not disappoint me My silver son." She cooed in reassurance. The boy nodded slightly, a determined look morphing his face. He straightened himself and stepped back from her, forcing his timid nature aside for the time being. The woman smiled, revieling her perfect teeth, or rather, fangs. The procession continued around the circular room to the northern platform, and gracefully, the woman seated herself on the center throne. Her son sat on her left, his curious gaze flitting about the area. It was his first appearance in the world and his hightened senses were on overload. The tall red haired man took up the right side of the woman and the rest of the room's occupants sat in unison. The fifteen stood silently behind the three, eyes flitting about for trouble. With barely any movement at all, the woman gave the two guards are the bottom of the pit a silent signal. Without hesitation they opened the steel gates and several shackled humans were forced into the arena. All of them looked to be fit and well taken care of, perfect for pets.
" Which one do you like dearest?" The woman purred to her son who watched the humans below with a deep interest. The child rose from his seat and moved to the edge of the platform to look upon the twenty slaves below. Carefully he observed them and as they were lined up before the audiance, they paid him no mind, mainly because he was not a direct threat. Each one was different, some young, some older. There were even children amongst them. All however, were male. His white eyes caught on one that seemed almost beautiful in his mind. Tall, muscular, darkly tanned, and looking to be in his mid to early twenties. Shaggy blode hair hung about his well formed face, and the rather revieling attire he wore showed off his lean frame quite nicely. Slowly, the silver haired child lifted a clawed finger to point at the man who was busy struggling in his restraints. His mother nodded once and the man was grabbed roughly, the others being led away to the doors again. The observers began to whisper amongst themselves about the child's choice, most approving of it. With little care, the guards turned the man so that he faced the main platform, and released his shackles. He was emensely confused by all of this. However, he was relieved that the metal had been removed.
" What is your name, Human?" Came the near emotionless voice of the woman, gaining the man's attention. He glared at her darkly with his hazel eyes and remained silent. The silver haired child smiled faintly at the man's stubborness.
" Jerran..." Was the soft word that came from the child, earning a stupified look from nearly everyone in the room. How was it possible for a mere child to read minds so easily when even elders still had trouble? The human turned his wide eyes to the silver haired child and his breath caught in his throat. It had to be the single most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The red haired man rose to his feet and moved to stand next to the small boy.
" Make us proud..." He murmured softly in his dark voice bafore lifting the boy into his hands. Without warning he dropped the child into the pit, a startled cry escaping the silver haired boy. The human rushed forward, letting out an angry noise and stretching out his arms to catch the boy. Jerran caught the tiny form easily, casting a dark glare at the people above who watched with wide smirks.
" What is wrong with you people!? Throwing a child like that!?" Jerran yelled in rage. This only earned scattered laughter from the audiance, much to his confusion. A soft sniffle reminded him that there was a frightened child in his arms and the tall man examined the boy carefully.
" It's ok, I won't let them hurt you anymore." Jerran murmured gently while running a hand over the silver strands of hair that seemed to glow in the light. Large white eyes fixated on his face, causing the man's blood to run cold and his jaw to go slack. The child's face had become emotionless, far colder then anything the man had ever seen. It were as though he were looking into the very depths of hell. He released the boy instantly and backed away, sand flying about him in his retreat. Without a sound the child landed on his feet, not a singly strand of hair out of place. The room had gone drastically colder and the guests had begun murmuring in astonishment to each other. This was no ordinary child. Those endless voids of white narrowed and slowly, crimson began to bleed into them starting at the pupil. The child's now blood red eyes glinted darkly and focused on the human.
" Jerran...who will protect you?" Came the child's soft voice as cold terror shot through the man's veins. " Not your friends...your family...Christeen." The boy began making slow, deliberate steps toward the human. Jerran clenched his hands at his sides angrily and continued to back away.
" That's right, HUMAN. No one will save you...In fact, I bet that they'll all rejoyce in your death. They all hate you and you know it." The child continued, a sadistic grin gracing his lips. Jerran fell to his knees in anguish as images bombarded his senses and he held his head in agony. " You are nothing more then a pathetic waste of life."
" No!" Jerran cried out as he felt the threat of tears in his wide eyes. " No...you don't know them! You can't-"
" You know that I am right..." The angelic child cooed as he moved closer. The boy could taste the fear and sorrow radiating from the man. He stopped about five feet away and opened his arms invitingly to the trembling human. " Come to me, Jerran. They cannot have you anymore. You belong to me." Jerran looked up at the child in fear and hesitantly crawled forward. The child wrapped his small arms around the human's neck, nuzzling into the man. Jerran needed no further encouragement and held the small boy in his embrace. He felt a dark chill surround him and his mind could not grasp why as it tightened it's hold on him. The human was surprised to hear a soft purr sound from the tiny child in his arms and held the boy closer. For some reason, his world had narrowed to hold only this small silver creature. The child's senses were ablaze as he inhaled the man's intoxicating scent, the scent of his blood, his fear. Guided by instinct, the child ran his tongue lightly over the man's neck and Jerran stiffened as a shudder worked it's way through him. The human tilted his head to the side under the sensation. With a purr of satisfaction the young boy repeated his previous action, only slower as he pinpointed the man's pulse. His purr quickly turned into a growl and he hissed at the urges that rushed through him, reveiling four sharp fangs to the world. Without any further hesitation he sank those fangs into the fragile skin of the terrified human. Warm liquid filled his waiting mouth as the man went limp. Jerran let out a gasp of pain beneath the sensation of his blood draining from his body.
The child lapped as the wound like a kitten as he pinned the flailing human to the ground with more strength then possible for his tiny form. Claws sank into the human's arms and he screamed out in agony as they were raked upward to tear at his flesh. Then the boy pulled away, hissing hatefully at the writhing man.
" You deserve a painful death HUMAN...you defiled my hair with your discusting hands...and you have tainted my eyes with your hideous weakness. You make me sick." He spat lowly. With a humorless smirk he watched the gasping man try to crawl away. Every eye in the room was rivetted to the malicious looking child and his prey. " That's it, run away." The child followed leisurely behind, a cold giggle escaping him. He was amused with this new game. Jerran fell to the sand with a muffled cry and tears freed themselves from his fearfull eyes. He felt his head being yanked back roughly by the child as the pain of his wounds throbbed in his mind.
" You taste horrible...just so you know." The child stated before snapping the man's neck back in an odd angle. Jerran's mouth opened soundlessly and before he could exhale his final breath, the child pressed his lips to the dying man's. A dark glow surrounded the human as the man's final breath spilled into the child's awaiting mouth. With a hiss of discust, the boy tossed the man aside like a rag doll. A shudder worked it's way through him and his eyes faded back to that pure white shade. "Fool..."
Every person in the room rose to thier feet, cheering in approval. The child did not react, but merely ignored the praise with a bored expression. His mother looked down upon him pridefully and held her hand toward him. A wicked bolt of black lighting snaked out from her palm and struck the child in the chest. He arched back in pain, but made no sound as two black wings burst from his shoulders. Gasps filled the room and even the woman held a look of surprise. A hiss escaped the boy as he slowly became accustomed to the odd sensation. His white eyes opened again and he focused on his mother.
" Your name...Is Infinity, the Prince of Eternity." She stated for all to hear. Every vampire lowered to bow to the tiny boy as one. Infinity merely ignored them and remained silent. When all were seated again, he turned his cold gaze to them.
" Is this what I am to look forward to? A life of eating fowl vermin and being in the pressence of fools?" He asked darkly. " I would rather not exist..."
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Year: 3605 AD, December 24th
Crystaline flakes of white tumbled from the darkened clouds that hid the night from the colorful world below. The thousands upon thousands of lights from the massive city that encompassed the entire surface of the earth acted as imitation stars for a world that was eternally in darkness. For centuries the sky had been filled with these dark clouds, casting Earth's inhabitants into this artificial light. There wasn't any other choice. Why had these clouds appeared? Who knew? Just one day they came and then never left. In fact, almost every inhabitable planet was coated in these stiffling clouds. Only two vacationing planets had the gift of the stars and sun, Saturn and Venus. Yes in the late 2000s mankind had finally stablized the atmospheres and soil of the other planets. Pluto was now a wonderful prison. As for Earth, no longer did it hold it's wilderness. It had been engulfed by the spawn of technology and her human masters. Well...not entirely human.
A pair of eyes whiter then the snow itself gazed down upon the lights from the upper balconies of the Ikikara Tower, a massive building that stood high over most of the others. The top stretched upwards into the upper portion of the atmosphere to act as a shuttle port while the lower half acted as offices and homes for the Ikikara family. This family was massive, one that was also considered the formost leaders in technological advancements. Of course the family's true nature was unknown. The whole lot of them were vampires and Icari. Of course, Icari were far fewer in number. And then there was the unpredictable Prince, or as his fans call him, the Ice Prince. The family gave the silver haired man a wide berth, mainly because of his violent disposition. Infinity had become the head of the family after the passing of his mother and father, much to his annoyance.
He had no desire to be a Prince of anysort. This world discusted him. But, he had a duty to fufill, as his father had dictated. There was nothing that he cared for in this world aside from his music. Yes, he was a singer and guitarist. He sang out his anguish and rage and hatred to millions of ears in the form of rock, and despite how much he hated them, they cheered him and worshipped him. Humans confused him. He had survived from the early 1600s and he still did not have any grasp on why they were so stupid. On top of his responsibility there was the growing threat of the undead. Those vampire creatures that littered the shadows had been growing in number and causing problems for the family. Honestly, Infinity was not to be bothered by them. But, Fray, his half Sister had been becoming increacingly annoying.
She was more suited to lead then he. The Ice Prince ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the balcony railing, allowing his eyes to slide shut. These creatures were scum to him. However, Fray claimed that some were worth allowing to exist. Whatever. She was far too compassionate. It must be her human side. Yes, his little sister was indeed the spawn of a human and his dear mother. Mother had never been too loyal to father. Anger moved through the man as he remembered his father's heartbreak. He truely loved that woman. Hah! WHat a joke. Love was a fantasy created by people who could not accept the truth. That in the end we are all nothing more then dust collecting on a dying world...
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Yes, Infinity is deperssing. lol. ANyways, I shall post up the begining of this beast and my character sheets after a few people sign up. Sorry about the length.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:(Vampire, Human, Lycan, Icari{only about four of these please. If you wish to be one, PM me about it}, halfbreed.)
Appearance: (Yes they may have wierd colored hair and tails and such, but these are not natural)
Personality:
History:
Occupation:
Relations: ( If you wish to be part of the Ikikara family or an employee or something)(Optional)
RP Sample: A sample of your abilities
