Lev

Vampire 1×1 [M×F]

If you're anything like me, you're tired of reading introduction sentences. So let's skip to the sh*t you care about - pardon my language. I've recently stumbled upon a game plot that's popular and simple, but lacks any realistic development or body.

A young woman is stalked by a vampire with an agenda. She's bitten and finds herself unchanged, but only for a number of days. She uses that time to find a cure before turning into his puppet, all the while falling in love with the vampire - vic versa. That's the basic outline. I would like to explore this idea and tweek it as we (my partner and I) go along. Expect a mixture of structure and improv, if you're still interested by this point.

Let's see if you stay with me after the rules:

-I will play the adult female.
-I am looking for an adult male counterpart. If you're a female playing a male character, I don't care. That's fine as long as it's believable.
-Playing additional characters isn't required, but is welcomed.
-I won't tolerate poor grammar. I won't tolerate illiteracy. Mistakes are obviously understandable (considering phone posts, etc) but continuous error will not be ignored.
-One-lining will not be accepted at any point in time.
-There will be a 4-5 paragraph mininum (dialogue being taken into account).
-This will be a public thread - don't post what you don't want seen.
-OOC comments can be discussed via PM, if that's preferred.
-Smut will not happen. Sexual content will abide by RPG rules. Fade to black will only be used if previously agreed to, and in a decent manner.

If you're still around and still interested, please feel free to let me know! Post a character sheet with whatever you deem necessary, or send it to me via PM. No anime pictures, please.

Thanks for your time! Hope to hear from you!

-Lev

Lady Lev's Lookabout

Fan art piece that I did in Photoshop CS5. I don’t normally make fan art, but I enjoy this artist’s characters so much. This character is Mias, looking all arrogant.

Mias belongs to @miasandelle on tumblr, otherwise known as StressedJenny on Deviantart.com. Again, this character DOES NOT belong to me. 

Jenny, if you happen to see this.. I hope you find joy in it - not offense. 

Tower of the Thin Line [still accepting]

Still need one spot filled?

Name: Jin John
Nickname: JJ

Approximate Age Range: Late 20's

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Attire:
On an average day, Jin wears dark jeans and a cotton shirt underneath his signature leather jacket. The clothing is plain with no brand names or affiliating marks of any kind. His ensemble is monotone, ranging from shades of black to brighter hues of grey. The only outstanding piece of his wardrobe is the set of yellow converse. Jin isn't a fan of men's jewelry, but a golden cross dangles under his collarbone without fail - he never takes it off. All together, that's as fancy as Jin gets.

If you met this person on the street and didn't know them, what would your first impression be?

Stay away. If 'resting bitch face' had a poster child it would be Jin. His mug is almost as deterring as his mohawk. One might say that he's an attention-seeking youth with nothing to prove, fighting a battle with anyone who might oppose his small opinions. Others might say he's a 'bad boy' with a past they'd rather not find out about. Most people would be too intimidated or turned off to find out, and that's the way Jin liked it.

Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

So, the more I look at my character's profile picture, the more I hate it.

I have attached a new picture for her profile. Would you mind attaching it to her character sheet? It's the closest thing I could find that matched my picture.



If you wanna keep the current picture up that's fine, I guess. If not - ya know, chuck it.

Thanks!

Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

The Spit – 7:12PM

”I’m here.”

The low, gravelly voice was close enough to penetrate the cacophony of shuffling feet and murmuring. It wasn’t the soft spoken half-haired girl, Audrey was certain about that. But before she could scream for help the wind was knocked out of her. A fist thrust itself deep into her diaphragm, and she could feel how large it was. Its width kissed both sides of her lower rib-cage.

”Shh. Walk with me or I’ll knife ya’ next, hear me, princess?”

The young woman couldn’t speak. She wheezed violently, gripping the shadowed stranger’s leathered shoulder out of necessity. He followed suit, wrapping one arm around her waist for support and the other around her arm for control. When the lights had flickered back to life, the two were already walking toward the exit – no thanks to Audrey’s gummy legs – looking like textbook drunks.

“Tahh...take whatever…you want,” Audrey croaked through fits of gasping coughs.

”Shut up,” the man ordered.

He squeezed her arm to strengthen his point. The word DEAD in black ink stretched across his white hairy knuckles. The sight made the girl lurch with sickness. Oh, God, I’m going to be gang raped, she thought. I’m going to die because of those two stupid shanks that crowded the street, she raged! Shank? She’d never used that word in her life… but it tasted as familiar as the bile that threatened to spill from her mouth. Why? She had no time to consider it further. Shortly after leaving The Spit, she was forced down a nearby alley and trapped in the trunk of a dirty black car, her screams muffled by three sets of hands.

Trunk of an Unmarked Car – 9:45PM

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!! SOMEBODY HELP ME! IT SMELLS TERRIBLE IN HERE!”

An overwhelming odor had enveloped Audrey for what felt like hours. The heat of the undercarriage only amplified the stench and left the young woman sweating profusely, adding to the overall fetor. She didn’t want to guess what kinds of stains were left on the clothing bundled up beside her, or the type of tools her white flats were pushing against. Knowing would only fuel the fire. But it was increasingly difficult to elude the terrifying thoughts of her seemingly short future. The abductors took everything – her phone, her purse, even her rings. She had no lifeline and no knowledge to help her escape. So she screamed. It was the only thing strong enough, loud enough, to keep the fear from suffocating her.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!!”

The Asylum – 12:00AM

Johnny Warfing waited impatiently inside The Asylum for his incompetent underlings to arrive with the ‘package’. Normally he wouldn’t take such a matter into his own portly hands, but he’d been waiting for a break like this. He’d worked under the Saito Family for far too long without the pay-out or recognition he deserved. His family, protected and better off than most, still lived in District 16. It was justice that forced him, he’d say. It was necessity for his family!

“Boss,” a short blond-haired man said as he approached the dimly lit table.

“We got’er,” another added, foolishly enthusiastic.

“Keep your mouth shut!” Johnny eyed the surrounding tables suspiciously then narrowed his fat brow. “Do ya’ want that whole God damned District t’hear ya?!”

“Sorry, boss.”

“Shut up,” Johnny scoffed. “Tell me who she is.”

“She’s a looker, even after Carl beat on her,” the enthusiastic man replied after shooting his blond counterpart a questionable glance.

“Access card says she's Audrey Webner. She’s the brat of that well-off treasurer in D2. He’d probably pay us with the Alpha treasury to get her back,” the blond advised. "We got Benny by the car watching her. She's in the trunk."

Johnny’s beady eyes hid behind the folds of his greedy cheeks. A low gurgling laugh bubbled up from his throat. He’d hit the big time.

“Well done gentlemen! If we work this right, we’ll be rich enough to hire the Saito’s ourselves! Haha!”

Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

@Darkmatter

I PM'd you

Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

@Darkmatter

What kind of activity does Wikus monitor or involve himself with?

I'm dragging Audrey deeper into the Districts (or I would like to), so I thought it would be cool for him to run into her via business or whatever?

[CLOSED] Twelve Highlanders and a Bagpipe (Female characters needed)

I'm interested. Just in case you prefer a PM, I've sent one stating my interest

Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

So! Audrey is scared and now abandoned in The Spit. Vander has split and I conjured the idea to have her abducted by some traffiker in the bar, or something like that.

Anyone interested? Any collaborating thoughts for you criminal characters out there?

Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

"Sport..?"

Croquet was a sport. Track was a sport. For God's sake, even roof-hopping was considered a sport in Alpha! But the vicious spectacle behind netted wire was a public execution. Audrey felt inclined to disagree, to tell the half-haired girl that she misinterpreted the meaning of the word. Then the rowdy cheers and fanfare thundered across the bar again as if to squash her thought beneath their volume. Vander wasn't wrong.. Audrey was. She'd learned about the differences between social climates based on the economy, but the examples in her textbooks were never described like The Spit.

"I see," she muttered, defeated. "Uhm..do you-"

"BoD officer! Clear the way!"

Suddenly a dark male with a hideous nose barreled his way through the crowd. His short, heavy-footed form was heading straight for the stairs with a look of panic that made Audrey's neck hairs stand erect. She thought the wild man would tackle them for some crime they didn't know they committed. Did he want her purse? Had Vander done something illegal? Were they sitting on his stairs? The Alpha woman tensed and squeeled to prepare for the impact, but at the last moment the paniced man turned for a neighboring door with a woman tumbling in after him.

"What was that?" Curiousity pulled Audrey from the stairs for a better view. She could see two figures wrestling in a basement through the door that had been left ajar. "Is this sport, too?" She asked almost sarcastically.

Before Audrey could turn back to Vander (hoping that her comment had been well-received) the world went black. She shuffled sideways until her back was flush against the wall of the staircase, blinking to adjust to the darkness.

"Hey- Hey," she called out. It dawned on Audrey that she'd never asked for Vander's name. "Are you there?"