?Hollow Inside?
Empty Girl
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- Seen Aug 19, 2009
Our story takes place on the outskirts of the human world. A place that is not easily found or easily forgotton. It is a land of creatures with human like qualities. It is said that they once were mortals, but then succombed to a dark force. Now they live with their own kind luring mortals into their land and having them as a meal. They live in castles of stone with long corridors and marble floors. They lived in relative peace with one another. There was the occasional struggle over terriotroy, but that was to be expected. One day this relative peace came crashing down around them. There started to be talk of a group of young vampires that would fight against the coming evil. No body knew who started all this talk or what the "evil" were or what they wanted, but they knew that they would ensure that this group was formed.....
And that's were the RP starts. You are one of the so called "chosen ones." You and a group of strangers are brought together by come act of fate on day and become friends. That is when the trouble starts......
Here is the form:
Name:
Age: (Between 16-19)
Gender:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Weapon of Choice:
Other: (Optional)
RPG sample:
This is my form:
Name: Anatasia
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Descirption: She has shoulder length black hair that she pulls back into a bun with chopsticks. She wears a black halter top and black pants with buckles up the outside of both legs. She wears a black belt that doubles as a holster for her gun. It is black so it blends in almost perfectly with her pants making it hard to notice the weapon.
Personality: Around vampires she trusts she is a very fun loving person and tends to go out of her way to protect them. When she doesn't trust them she won't let them die, but won't really protect them either. She tends to be very standoffish and just slightly bitter. She doesn't easily allow people into her "inner circle." This is a result of some issues from her past.
Weapon of Choice: Police stly pistol that she keeps in a holster on her hip.
History: When she was very young she mother died. Her father didn't like to talk about how she died. Whenever Anatasia tried to ask him something he quickly changed the subject. As she got older she became more insistent on finding other ways to find out about her mother's death. On night when her father was out hunting she crept into his room to look around. As she went through his desk she found a note her mother had wrote before her death. It mentioned that her father had been the one to kill her. It said that he killed her for giving him a daughter instead of a son. After she read that she ran out of their castle and went to live with her friend. She keeps the rest of her life a secret that she uses to fill the void inside her heart. Not many people know about her mother except the few people that she trusts deeply.
RP Sample: This is from an RP on a site that my friend made:
"Nice job Seakemu. It is nice to see that at least one of us still knows how to fight!" Metsula yelled as she went to stab a hole in a Metsukiami's chest. Sadly, only two or three of their underlings were joining the fight. Most were still getting used to the feel of a sword in the hands. As Metsula killed another Metsukiami she yelled at Seakemu:
"Hold them off! I'll teach them how to use their weapons."
As Metsula drew near to the trainies they all began to shake with fear.
"Okay class. We are going to have a very quick run sown of how to fight. First you take your sword out of the sheath. That was very hard wasn't it? Now you open your eyes, stop shaking, pick a Metsukiami and stab it like this!"
She yelled as she lunged forward to stand alongside Seakemu and lope off the head of a pretty good sized Metsukiami. As she did so she whispered to Seakemu:
"Are you sure their ready for this?"
And that's were the RP starts. You are one of the so called "chosen ones." You and a group of strangers are brought together by come act of fate on day and become friends. That is when the trouble starts......
Here is the form:
Name:
Age: (Between 16-19)
Gender:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Weapon of Choice:
Other: (Optional)
RPG sample:
This is my form:
Name: Anatasia
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Descirption: She has shoulder length black hair that she pulls back into a bun with chopsticks. She wears a black halter top and black pants with buckles up the outside of both legs. She wears a black belt that doubles as a holster for her gun. It is black so it blends in almost perfectly with her pants making it hard to notice the weapon.
Personality: Around vampires she trusts she is a very fun loving person and tends to go out of her way to protect them. When she doesn't trust them she won't let them die, but won't really protect them either. She tends to be very standoffish and just slightly bitter. She doesn't easily allow people into her "inner circle." This is a result of some issues from her past.
Weapon of Choice: Police stly pistol that she keeps in a holster on her hip.
History: When she was very young she mother died. Her father didn't like to talk about how she died. Whenever Anatasia tried to ask him something he quickly changed the subject. As she got older she became more insistent on finding other ways to find out about her mother's death. On night when her father was out hunting she crept into his room to look around. As she went through his desk she found a note her mother had wrote before her death. It mentioned that her father had been the one to kill her. It said that he killed her for giving him a daughter instead of a son. After she read that she ran out of their castle and went to live with her friend. She keeps the rest of her life a secret that she uses to fill the void inside her heart. Not many people know about her mother except the few people that she trusts deeply.
RP Sample: This is from an RP on a site that my friend made:
"Nice job Seakemu. It is nice to see that at least one of us still knows how to fight!" Metsula yelled as she went to stab a hole in a Metsukiami's chest. Sadly, only two or three of their underlings were joining the fight. Most were still getting used to the feel of a sword in the hands. As Metsula killed another Metsukiami she yelled at Seakemu:
"Hold them off! I'll teach them how to use their weapons."
As Metsula drew near to the trainies they all began to shake with fear.
"Okay class. We are going to have a very quick run sown of how to fight. First you take your sword out of the sheath. That was very hard wasn't it? Now you open your eyes, stop shaking, pick a Metsukiami and stab it like this!"
She yelled as she lunged forward to stand alongside Seakemu and lope off the head of a pretty good sized Metsukiami. As she did so she whispered to Seakemu:
"Are you sure their ready for this?"