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The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

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The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

The wood of the wall beside the man splintered with a loud crack, a mere inch from where the man's head had headed. Despite the misleadingly named silencer, the gunshot still held quite the bite to it. Though it was not deafening, it certainly wasn't soundless.

“Not so quick, freak.” Her voice was like ice, cool, clear and without the slightest hint of emotion. “One more movement, and the next one will be between your eyes.”

Her gun trailed the man, cold dark eyes following even the slightest twitch of the man's movements. There was little doubt that the girl was not joking around.

“You fucked up big time, Jacky-boy. And still you're pig-headed enough to deny what you see with your own eyes.” The girl scoffed, a sneer etched upon her lips. Even with the shadows that leaked from his very own limbs, he could not accept that “magic” as he called it, existed. How blind and stupid did one have to be?

“But worst of all, you didn't just fuck yourself over. You fucked me over. I've been tracking this guy for weeks, and you come barging in and do something stupid. Give me one good reason I shouldn't just blow your fucking freak head off your shoulders right this fucking second.” The girl swore. Anger seeped into her words. There was no denying she was pissed off. Really, part of her wasn't sure why she hadn't just aimed the first bullet straight through his skull. It wasn't like he was of any use of her, even if he hadn't turned into some kind of plague upon mankind. His character certainly wasn't a saving grace, either.

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Well, she certainly hadn't seen that coming. Like she had hoped, Ethan had been distracted when she slowly made her way into the house. He hadn't heard her quietly tiptoeing through the hallway, nor had he seen her catch a glimpse of the room through the clever use of mirrors. Perhaps it was her lucky day. With a last check of her gun -only a fool would rush into battle without making sure their weapon would work-, she moved to take aim. A single bullet to the brain could do the trick, if it was not stopped by magic. Which was the tricky part. Getting it to hit. Though her aim was great, it could be meaningless if the mage merely shielded himself.

She was putting her hope in her bullet of choice: A rather unique projectile out of pure ice, shaped out holy water. Whether it would work or not was the question: The flowing element of water was supposedly not as easy to influence than the solid, harsh metal. The blessing upon it warded against evil and dark magic. And frozen into a projectile, hopefully it would be unstoppable. She hoped that it would work. It had taken a darn long time to work out the mechanics. After all, ice in a normal gun would've melted or shattered. A modified air-gun eventually had led to her salvation. Still, for her own sake, to aim for the eye was the best bet in lethality.

However, she was stopped in her tracks by the vision in the room, crawling shadows seeming to attack the dark mage. For a moment, she was stunned. The mage was attacking himself? That made no sense whatsoever. With a cry, the mage peeled of the shadow, then burst through the door on the opposing side of the room. It wasn't until the shadow moved towards Jack and seeped back to him, that a certain realization hit.

“He did. But you won't.” The girl spoke coolly upon Jack's words, her gun raising towards the man. She didn't need an explanation. Her eyes had seen enough. He was a monster.

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

I thought the mage was supposed to get away?

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

Everything about the whole situation was wrong. Katharine knew it even before she set foot in the small house belonging to Ethan Arc. Ethan Arc. A deceptively common name for a not-so-common man. In fact, everything about the whole deal was just... too common. Too normal. Ethan Arc was a monster, but he knew how to hide it well.

It had taken months. Months and months of careful investigation. Of picking up clues and following a scattered trail that stopped and started with no warning. It had taken hours and hours or painstaking research, staking out dives and weaselling information from the few of his minions she had managed to catch. It had taken some time more to make certain that the information was right. After all, Ethan Arc was just... too normal. Still, her months of surveillance, her careful casebuilding, had lead to one conclusion.

Still, even now, with the cross-hairs of her investigation narrowed in squarely upon the man, she wasn't certain how to act. Was he as mere a man as he seemed, the answer would have been simple. A shot through the heart or head, a slitting of the throat... It was as easy as it was despicable. Katherine did not kill humans. Only the blood of the supernatural would spill through her fingers. She did not kill the innocent. Ethan Arc, however, was neither. He was a mage, a dabbler in dark magic. No, not a mere dabbler. A master. And mere bullets or knives would not be sufficient.

However, it seemed she was not given the chance to consider her best option. Nobody less than the snake that was Jack the shadow had slipped into the house. She had known he was in the area. Word tended to travel in the small bars she tended to frequent. When she found out who he had been enquiring about, her heart had frozen. What did that weasel think he was doing? Of course, the warning she had tossed his way hadn't been heeded. And now, he was forcing her hand.

“Goddamnit.” She cursed as the man made his entrance. She had no choice. If that fool attacked, Ethan knew people were on to him. He'd disappear again. Probably take on a new name. Would become another random face in the crowd. She'd have to hunt for months again to get back on his trail. She could not afford that. Not now. Not again. She had to risk it.

“You fucking idiot.” She once again cursed as she stepped out of her car, jogging the small distance to the house. Her hands fell across hips and arms, checking all her usual weapons were in place. Guns. Throwing knives. The usual demon repellents. Ol' Faithful had to stay behind. In such a rural area, the weapon would cause too much attention. But damnit if she didn't want to shove it up a certain asshole's asshole. He was ruining everything.

A loud thump sounded from inside, of something meaty hitting something solid. A voice spoke. Not Jack. He had made his move, and failed. All she could hope for was that Ethan was distracted enough for her to strike true. She did not like her chances.

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I would guess so!

So, a dark mage it is, yeah?

Keloryn's interest check [Advanced]

Hey, you look like the kind of person I could quite easily get along with!

I'd be mostly interested in modern rps, slice of life, organized crime ,Hooligan vs goody-two-shoes or Dragon x human.

Hit me up if you're interested :)

Searching!

Alright, let's keep this quick and simple:

I'm looking for partners to write with! *Gasp!* What a surprise!

So, a little bit about me:

• I'm 25 and female, and strongly prefer to play characters around a similar age. High-school rps have pretty much lost their appeal by now. I can play both males and females, though admittedly, I do have a preference towards the latter. Still, with a good plot, I don't mind picking up a male role or doubling up.


• I do not have many limits or boundaries that I am not willing to cross. I like to experiment with new subjects and odd plots, and I do have a fondness for dark undertones to my rps. Swearing, violence or gore definitely isn't an issue, and I have no problem with smut, as long as it fits the story. If there's something you'd like to try but aren't certain of: pitch me the idea, I might be up for it!


• I prefer modern rps, from every day life to the supernatural. I also like apocalyptic, dystopian and survival rps. I occasionally dabble in some fantasy as well. I'm not too fond of space-age or war-based rps, but again, a good plot is everything. If it's interesting enough, I'll give it a shot!


• I like conflict. My characters won't automatically fall in love. They can be bitches and assholes. They can be difficult to get along with. They tend to be independent and sometimes opinionated. If this puts you off... I'm probably not the partner for you.


• I prefer to rp somewhere between casual and advanced. I prefer to stick somewhere to “high-casual”, with just enough detail and depth to keep it interesting, without it turning into a tediously long drone.


• Frequency: I can generally manage at least a post a day, but as I work full-time, I occasionally might not be able to.


• Grammar and spelling: I'm not a teacher, and I definitely won't be painstakingly comb over your work for the tiniest little mistake. But, please be literate. The odd mistake certainly isn't a dealbreaker, as long as it isn't every other word.

Here's a few pairings I'm currently interested in, but feel free to suggest others!
Note: Not all of these have a plot ready and waiting, but we can work things out together!

pairings

*Possible Plot for it

*Young Adult x Childhood Imaginary Friend

*Rancher's Daughter x New Ranch Hand

*Dragon x Dragonrider

*Enemies forced to work together

Supernatural Hunter x Local

Cult Member x Outsider

*Ex-Incarcerated x Dealer's Girlfriend

Bandmembers

*Slaver x Slave

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Looking for possible story-partners to these characters:

Angela "Kai" Hudson:

Setting: Modern

For most of her life, what defined Kai was not who she was, but the people that she hung around with. She was the lawyer's daughter. That friend of the cheerleader. And now: The girlfriend of a drugdealer.

Her life certainly has changed over the last seven years. From a goody-little two-shoes, to a rebelling teenager, Kai has grown into a troubled young woman. Aged 14, she came into contact with Danny, an 18 year old "tough guy" who seemed to have it all. A car. Designer clothes. Money. An interest in her. How could she not be taken with him? It didn't even seem to matter that Danny sold drugs on the side...

Now, at 21, she's fallen far deeper than her little 14-year old self would have ever imagined. Danny's world has become her own. No longer is he a small-time dealer: Through the years, he has risen in ranks, making a little emporium of his own. Drugs aren't the only vice he deals in. His lust for money and power knows no bounds. His violent temper and twisted reputation precedes him. All who know him, know better than to cross him. Kai knows so better than anyone else. And she wants out.

Kai is not looking for a knight in shining armour, or a hero to sweep her off her feet. Possible pairings could be an old childhood friend/a rival to Danny/someone looking for revenge. Open to other suggestions as well.

Anyway, if you're interested, please PM me!

Imagine me

Still looking for more!

Imagine me

From the moment they met, they had been inseparable: Where he went, there she followed. Through laughter, tears and folly, the two stuck together as one. It didn't matter what life threw at them, or how bad life would get. As long as they had each other, they were fine. Others came and went, but the bond the two shared was never broken nor matched. All through the tender childhood years, through the hardships of highschool,their friendship never faltered. They were, easily said, the best of friends the world had ever seen. There was just one small problem:

That best friend... is imaginary.

Nobody else could see it. A figment of imagination, that was all that this friend was. A "phase" that would blow over. A quirky character trait that would surely disappear with adulthood. They did not understand. It didn't matter what they said or thought. To the two friends, it didn't matter. They knew what was real. Their friendship could not be denied. Could not be broken.

Or could it?

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This rp would be about a young adult about to head to university/college. At the cusp of adulthood, they are eager to go out into the world, meet new people, find new experiences, live the college life. And of course, where they go, their friend follows.

However, with the changes that student life brings, the new people that come along, and the drive to "grow up" and become someone, things simply will be different. And for the first time in their life, the student finds themselves drawn away from their imagination, into the social circles they had so long avoided in favour of their best friend. But what does this mean for one, lone imaginary friend, not wanting to let go? And what happens if an imaginary friend goes bad?

I would like this to be a high-casual to advanced rp, FxM. I'd prefer to play the female, but I have no preference over playing the "real" or the "imaginary" friend. I've got several options for this rp as well as far as how "dark" it can go. It can be a light-hearted ghostbuster-like high-jinx comedy, or a dark psychological thriller experimenting with the limits of sanity.

If interested, send me a PM. I promise I write better than I describe plots!