Stories of Immortality IC (A trip through the ages)

[theapprentice]

((Dont forget about Campus rp, lol))

[Young Gun]

After a few days of sailing the ship eventually came to a halt and soon everyone parted ways or went off with another. Christophe and Pickles had taken the book to where ever they were off to. Everyone was no an immortal with a seemingly endless amount of time before them. What sort of lives would they lead?

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It had been many years since the event on the ship. The year was now 1920 to be exact. The immortal men and women where still alive....but no all were well. The real question is what did they think of the odd letter they got in the mail? It wasn't anything fancy it was an invitation to New York..Manhattan to be exact. But whoever seemed to have knowledge of there immortality. They were required to got to a hotel in the city

(Alright you guys may write your characters arriving in NY and what they have been up to for the past years)

[theapprentice]

Chris Callanhad walked through the doors of the elevator "Good evening, fine sir." He said to the taxi man once he got off the bus "Manhattan please. Worry not about my cash, I have plenty." Callanhad had lived an interesting life up to this point since the 1700's, and at this point, as one would suspect, had lost all traces of an accent. Not long after he had arrived in America he heard of a revolution forming, and joined up only to be set on fire for 'selling his soul to the devil.' Being an immortal, of course, the flames did nothing, and a rumor spread, (though it never made its way into history books) of a man sent by God to ensure the freedom of the colonies. "War is Hell" many would say, but not if you were immortal, or at least, not if you were as apathetic to the lives of other men as Christopher. He enjoyed war, in fact, so much that he signed up for the War of 1812, became a wild west outlaw upon the invention of the semi-automatic pistol, and even fought in WWI, which was the first war where his immortality was not noticed. But he cared little, for it was not for fame that he fought, but out of sheer blood lust.

Today in the 1920's, he was a boot legging criminal, as he could never get enough alcohol, nor could he ever spill the blood of enough officers. The wealth he had accumulated was probably enough to buy his own island. His main difficulty, however, was the he was a hoarder of his cash. Where he could have lived in a mansion, or maybe even bought three and changed every so often for different scenery, he lived in an apartment. Well, it was a penthouse suite, but still much less than he was capable of having.

[Cara214]

Kite Lived around New york's country side since that day. At first he was a farmer and raised crops for awhile. then He raised horses for himself to use on a dairy farm. He moved from place to place then he started to raise horses to sell to police in New york. He was shipping some horses to the police in Manhattan. He had trained the horses to work well around the city noises. He smirks as he gets to Manhattan "Well This is going to be your new home boys" He brings the horses to the police chief to be checked before they were sold. He remembers the letter he had gotten before he left. ~I might as well see who sent this to me~ He thought before smiling at the chief "Take good care of them" He goes to park his car with his trailer at the place where the letter told him to go.

[mmarage]

After leaving the ship I had gone back to Japan and opened up a clinic, using all of my money, not that I was afraid of losing everything, nor going hungry, I could start over a thousand times if I wished, but I soon learned of my healing abilities, soon I was known throughout all of Japan as the miracle doctor, I could save a man that was on the brink of death, soon I had found a kind and beautiful woman the marry, we had three children, two boys and a girl, I had revealed my immortality to her one day when she questioned why I never aged, I had hidden that fact by wearing a robe to all of my proceedings with my hood up so then no one else would come to the same conclusion, she was frightened at first but soon understood and was saddened by the fact that I would not join her in the afterlife nor could she stay by my side, she passed away from old age and I faked my death soon after, I paid a few people to dig a hole next to where my wife was buried and put my tombstone next to hers, leaving my practice to my eldest son, I never revealed to my children my gifts, I continued watching over them and their children as well, making sure to keep them out of harm's way, when I got the letter at a new clinic that I had made up in the mountains overlooking the town where they resided I went to New York immediately.

I had gotten off the ship nervously, who knew about my immortality, was it one of the others on the boat, or someone else entirely...? I sighed and walked to the hotel mentioned in the letter and ascended the stairs in silence, I had grown my hair out since my 'death' and had it in a pony tail, it reached halfway down my back, my clothing had also changed to match the times, I paid for a night at the inn, I had brought a few bags, one of them contained my bow and arrow, I had kept practicing with it over the years, I had gotten pretty good with my aim, I could shoot a grape off of a man's head without even leaving a scratch.