I'll wait to see if anything comes up regarding Ana's friend, and Grey Dust. But we'll start- shortly. Sometime this week, for sure.

Annnnnnd I suck.

Sorry, my friend is still working on theirs, I forgot to check in

Last post by Wilson Turner... 24 days ago. That says something.

Last post by Wilson Turner... 24 days ago. That says something.

It's ten days ago when I last posted?

Last post by Wilson Turner... 24 days ago. That says something.

It's ten days ago when I last posted?

So you've completely forgotten this thread has an IC?

Oh you mean that. Yeah, well. Forgotten, partially, and a lack of inspiration for any roleplay (besides a nation one), and been snowed under with a bunch of crap lately.

Hi, still here. Just hanging out

Sorry, my friend is still working on theirs, I forgot to check in

Well I guess it's safe to say that if it takes them nearly two weeks to make theirs, they probably won't be joining, or can later in the roleplay.

Hi, still here. Just hanging out

Noted and acknowledged. @Whirlwind Come Here Now Repost CS Give me inspiration for my character! EDIT: I plan to start this very soon. As in, a UIL meet tomorrow, will be writing it in my spare time (Ready Writing is easy as heeeeeeell. Last one in, first one out, extreme awesome + extreme luck + mediocre writing = usually doing really good)

Ok ok! Let me get caught up for a second and find the CS ya goober.

Old CS okay? Name: Evelyn de Winter Gender: Female Age: 132 She stands 5’6” with a slight frame. She seems very delicate to others, though she has muscle and spirit to fight off any would be attackers. Personality: : Evelyn is very proper. She is not a lady taken to encouraging the morally corrupt or extreme passions. She loves tea and a good book, a fireplace and a comfy chair. She often hums sad hymns to herself without noticing and rarely makes a grand expression like a full-fledged smile or horrible frown, more like smirks and nods, slightly furrowed brows and shaking her head. She is quieter but has never been pushed to the extreme by anything. Even when horrible things happen she is a lady, not throwing herself into depression but working through it and coming out stronger. Likes: Books, tea, quilts, fireplaces, walks, dresses Dislikes: Cursing, unnecessarily loud people, classlessness, ignorance, lack of imagination, the cold History: Evelyn was born in London. She was raised by a wealthy family who wanted only the best for their daughter. She went to private school, then finishing school, and then to a normal college where she planned on learning to be a school teacher. While there she fell in love with one of her professors, Marcus de Winter. He taught English and took an interest in Evelyn’s poetry, sweeping her off her feet with his own. She married him, not completing university. Her parents weren’t sorely disappointed though, considering she married a wealthy man who took good care of her. Soon they wanted to start a family though, and Evelyn was concerned about the state London was in and whether it was the best environment for a child. Marcus agreed and found a teaching position in a small school in Ipswich. They moved but during the move Marcus was run over by a carriage with a horse that went mad, running him down. Evelyn was heartbroken, unsure of what to do with herself. She was forced to make decisions though, decisions she thought she and Marcus had years to discuss. She had Marcus buried in the graveyard of Ipswich, going ahead and moving into a smaller home than they had picked out together in the village since she was by herself. She needed something to do with her time besides mourn her love, and took a job in the local bookstore. There she encouraged others to read and sometimes just sat outside with her husband’s favorite poetry book and read. Many nights she visited the graveyard at dusk or even at night, telling Marcus about her day. It was during one of these visits she was approached by a man who was injured. Never one to turn away anyone, she took the pale injured man to her home. She knew something was off about him though, and pried until he admitted his affliction of vampirism. Quite taken with him, she asked to join him, and although he refused, he continued to visit her, seeking her company. One night, the villagers had noticed too much and stormed her home, demanding the vampire. He was not present, so they accuse Evelyn of being one in their bloodlust, trying to beat her. Within an inch of death, her friend returned, fighting off the villagers and rescuing her. He changed her in order not to lose her, and her life, or death rather, has never been the same since joining him and the other aristocratic vampires he covened with, unaware she was in fact a descendant of Dracula himself until it was revealed by her new ‘family’ through some digging.

Old CS okay? Name: Evelyn de Winter Gender: Female Age: 132 She stands 5’6” with a slight frame. She seems very delicate to others, though she has muscle and spirit to fight off any would be attackers. Personality: : Evelyn is very proper. She is not a lady taken to encouraging the morally corrupt or extreme passions. She loves tea and a good book, a fireplace and a comfy chair. She often hums sad hymns to herself without noticing and rarely makes a grand expression like a full-fledged smile or horrible frown, more like smirks and nods, slightly furrowed brows and shaking her head. She is quieter but has never been pushed to the extreme by anything. Even when horrible things happen she is a lady, not throwing herself into depression but working through it and coming out stronger. Likes: Books, tea, quilts, fireplaces, walks, dresses Dislikes: Cursing, unnecessarily loud people, classlessness, ignorance, lack of imagination, the cold History: Evelyn was born in London. She was raised by a wealthy family who wanted only the best for their daughter. She went to private school, then finishing school, and then to a normal college where she planned on learning to be a school teacher. While there she fell in love with one of her professors, Marcus de Winter. He taught English and took an interest in Evelyn’s poetry, sweeping her off her feet with his own. She married him, not completing university. Her parents weren’t sorely disappointed though, considering she married a wealthy man who took good care of her. Soon they wanted to start a family though, and Evelyn was concerned about the state London was in and whether it was the best environment for a child. Marcus agreed and found a teaching position in a small school in Ipswich. They moved but during the move Marcus was run over by a carriage with a horse that went mad, running him down. Evelyn was heartbroken, unsure of what to do with herself. She was forced to make decisions though, decisions she thought she and Marcus had years to discuss. She had Marcus buried in the graveyard of Ipswich, going ahead and moving into a smaller home than they had picked out together in the village since she was by herself. She needed something to do with her time besides mourn her love, and took a job in the local bookstore. There she encouraged others to read and sometimes just sat outside with her husband’s favorite poetry book and read. Many nights she visited the graveyard at dusk or even at night, telling Marcus about her day. It was during one of these visits she was approached by a man who was injured. Never one to turn away anyone, she took the pale injured man to her home. She knew something was off about him though, and pried until he admitted his affliction of vampirism. Quite taken with him, she asked to join him, and although he refused, he continued to visit her, seeking her company. One night, the villagers had noticed too much and stormed her home, demanding the vampire. He was not present, so they accuse Evelyn of being one in their bloodlust, trying to beat her. Within an inch of death, her friend returned, fighting off the villagers and rescuing her. He changed her in order not to lose her, and her life, or death rather, has never been the same since joining him and the other aristocratic vampires he covened with, unaware she was in fact a descendant of Dracula himself until it was revealed by her new ‘family’ through some digging.

Ugh, horrible, couldn't you have just reposted? >.> ugh

By the way, I'm like... Halfway... or maybe 1/3 of the way... or maybe 2/3 of the way... trhrouhg ugh derp through with the opening post. Expect it up today or tomorrow, depending on levels of inspiration.

You mean me rejoining isn't enough inspiration? Psh....

I already have six paragraphs, gosh! Saw-ree if I ain't no good 'nuff! :b

So, first post. Much less dramatic, yes?

I already have six paragraphs, gosh! Saw-ree if I ain't no good 'nuff! :b

Aw you are more than. No worries! Posting later today.

I already have six paragraphs, gosh! Saw-ree if I ain't no good 'nuff! :b

Aw you are more than. No worries! Posting later today.

:D Cool Now, everyone else around?

I'm here, gonna go read the post now

I"m here