Alana? That was her name---! Alana! She was ordered out of the room, and Nabris looked over at the grumpy lady when she began to press buttons. He continued to reach back and try to take the cords out with as little pain as possible, but to no avail. The woman---gosh, what was her name..? Ingrid…? Cruella DeVille? He wouldn’t be surprised… she had a nasty attitude---She drew close to him and gripped the cords, and he flinched away and screamed out in pain when she wasted no time whatsoever in ripping them free of his skin. The pain was so intense and radiated through his whole body, and he could tell that blood was running down his back by the way it tickled his skin and turned the liquid he sat in crimson.
“W--What the---” His voice strangled out as his body seemed to contort forward from the pain “What is wrong with you---” Nabris seethed through clenched teeth. Of course he was immediately blown off by her, and she grabbed his face and began to speak in that accent of hers… about agreements and paperwork---God, he cared about none of that right now. “Y-yeah--yeah---” Was all he could manage to sputter, pulling away from her violently. He needed to keep away from that witch.
Nabris slid off of the pedestal, but braced himself against it, reaching an arm back to carefully touch his back. When he brought his hand back, it was smeared with blood. It didn’t look… like it was bleeding anymore… Just that someone sprayed him with blood. He raised his head and glared over at the lady. Why wasn’t he calming down---he was focused, but his heart rate was so fast---he could hardly hear what she was saying over his own heartbeat.
His golden eyes lowered to the new piece of jewelry she gave him.
“Oh, my own shock collar.” He said sarcastically through clenched teeth. A sudden sharp pain ripped through his torso, radiating to his back---and then there was a crack, and another--- “A--Ah!!” He groaned, trying his best to stay on his feet, though his knees shook. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily to try and slow his racing heart. Nabris felt like his spine was ripping out of his body---what the hell was going on?!
He closed his eyes tight and held his breath, forcing his lungs to strangle themselves before he had to take a deep breath. He did this several times until his heart rate was down to normal and he was focused. His body felt like… like it was rejecting him---was it because she ripped out those damn cords, or whatever they were?! Did that cause that?
A layer of perspiration coated his body from the tiny little struggle, and he looked up at the towering woman from where he kneeled on the ground. The door opened, and he laid his eyes on Alana and the clothes she was carrying.
“Thank God---” Nabris growled, sitting up with some difficulty, his breathing a little labored from the previous effort. “I think I need to wash up--- and maybe vomit or something…” He muttered, looking up at Alana with drowsy eyes. The pain had subsided overall, aside from the dull ache and the nausea in his stomach.
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I am a Mexican-American artist and college student who has recently just decided to get back into roleplaying.
I don't bite, so you can send me a PM if you want to be friends, or talk up plans of a potential rp!! :~)
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Thoughts, feelings, sensations… they all came rushing back with consciousness… Was all of it a dream? The several moments of clarity, slight tinges of pain? The hushed and muffled voices that seemed to be coming from behind a wall---the words he couldn’t quite make out---was all of that a part of the dream?
Golden eyes opened slowly with blurred vision, and eyes tired. Let’s see… the first thing that he noticed was the pace of his heart. His blood was pumping, his whole body quickly filling with energy and the desire to move. Secondly, he noticed the two women standing in front of him. They both wore expectant gazes, one looking more eager than the other… It took him a moment to realize that he recognized the both of them---their appearances having subtle changes.
Nabris breathed in short, hurried breaths, his lungs feeling like they’d been suffocated. The back of his throat burned with what felt like bile, his nasal passage feeling a bit of the same sting. Where was he again? This… this laboratory… ah, yes--! It was slowly coming back to him, as he slowly blinked, looking down at his body and noticing the patches placed around his body, cords of varying thickness connecting him to a monitor on the outside… Oh, that’s right… This was… an experiment, right?
Curious eyes rolled up to meet their faces again, and he opened his mouth to speak, finding that the words that came out sounded husky and slurred with sleep.
“Is it done?” Nabris rasped, his face contorting in response to the hideous crack. His dark complexion looked rather pale, like he hadn’t seen the Sun in God knows how long… “How long have I been… in here…?” Another uncertain tone. He was examining his body. Nabris’ muscle mass was exceptionally lowered, though he seemed not to be emaciated---was he being fed through this thing? And his body was dripping with what looked to him like water, and the area around him glistened with the same substance…
It was hard to remember the exact procedure described to him before the experiment… He was sure the lab director---he looked at the raven-haired woman---with the thick accent explained it to him, and the kind one---he looked toward the nervous woman---was there for reassurance. This was her project, wasn’t it? The kind womans’? Nabris’ memory was too hazy right now, even if he felt fully alert at the moment, but he was sure that this was her experiment. What was her name again…?
Little pinches of pain littered the rest of his body that he began to notice when he tried to stand up. He had been sitting by the time the tube he was in drained---his eyes had been open for that much, at least. He felt like a real freak; an incompetent freak that couldn’t even stand on his own without his legs feeling a little weak---and these damn cords! Nabris reached for the cords on his chest, ready to rip them off, along with the needles in his arm.
“G-Get these damn things off of me--” Heart still thumping in his ears, goosebumps rolling over his skin.
Golden eyes opened slowly with blurred vision, and eyes tired. Let’s see… the first thing that he noticed was the pace of his heart. His blood was pumping, his whole body quickly filling with energy and the desire to move. Secondly, he noticed the two women standing in front of him. They both wore expectant gazes, one looking more eager than the other… It took him a moment to realize that he recognized the both of them---their appearances having subtle changes.
Nabris breathed in short, hurried breaths, his lungs feeling like they’d been suffocated. The back of his throat burned with what felt like bile, his nasal passage feeling a bit of the same sting. Where was he again? This… this laboratory… ah, yes--! It was slowly coming back to him, as he slowly blinked, looking down at his body and noticing the patches placed around his body, cords of varying thickness connecting him to a monitor on the outside… Oh, that’s right… This was… an experiment, right?
Curious eyes rolled up to meet their faces again, and he opened his mouth to speak, finding that the words that came out sounded husky and slurred with sleep.
“Is it done?” Nabris rasped, his face contorting in response to the hideous crack. His dark complexion looked rather pale, like he hadn’t seen the Sun in God knows how long… “How long have I been… in here…?” Another uncertain tone. He was examining his body. Nabris’ muscle mass was exceptionally lowered, though he seemed not to be emaciated---was he being fed through this thing? And his body was dripping with what looked to him like water, and the area around him glistened with the same substance…
It was hard to remember the exact procedure described to him before the experiment… He was sure the lab director---he looked at the raven-haired woman---with the thick accent explained it to him, and the kind one---he looked toward the nervous woman---was there for reassurance. This was her project, wasn’t it? The kind womans’? Nabris’ memory was too hazy right now, even if he felt fully alert at the moment, but he was sure that this was her experiment. What was her name again…?
Little pinches of pain littered the rest of his body that he began to notice when he tried to stand up. He had been sitting by the time the tube he was in drained---his eyes had been open for that much, at least. He felt like a real freak; an incompetent freak that couldn’t even stand on his own without his legs feeling a little weak---and these damn cords! Nabris reached for the cords on his chest, ready to rip them off, along with the needles in his arm.
“G-Get these damn things off of me--” Heart still thumping in his ears, goosebumps rolling over his skin.
Everyone else has fancy titles... //sweats
Hello! My name is Manda, If you're interested, please say hello!
Would anyone be interested in an RP through PMs?
I'm looking for a high-casual partner, hopefully for a longterm!
I really have no restrictions other than that you try to make your responses literate.
I know we all make mistakes, and I won't say anything unless it's super excessive.
Though, I do prefer plots with romance, though that doesn't mean that it has to be the dominant factor in the plot! I'm open to all ideas!
As for which gender I prefer to play, I usually play males, but I could play female, too; and I'm not limited in character sexuality, either.
I draw my own images, and only RP personal OC's, but if I have a face claim for the OC, I'll use an image. Otherwise, I don't use photographs for RPs.
Please feel open to give me your plot ideas, or your favorite types of things to roleplay! I'm a pretty submissive roleplayer, so I prefer to look at what plots my partner prefers.
Any takers...?
Would anyone be interested in an RP through PMs?
I'm looking for a high-casual partner, hopefully for a longterm!
I really have no restrictions other than that you try to make your responses literate.
I know we all make mistakes, and I won't say anything unless it's super excessive.
Though, I do prefer plots with romance, though that doesn't mean that it has to be the dominant factor in the plot! I'm open to all ideas!
As for which gender I prefer to play, I usually play males, but I could play female, too; and I'm not limited in character sexuality, either.
I draw my own images, and only RP personal OC's, but if I have a face claim for the OC, I'll use an image. Otherwise, I don't use photographs for RPs.
Please feel open to give me your plot ideas, or your favorite types of things to roleplay! I'm a pretty submissive roleplayer, so I prefer to look at what plots my partner prefers.
Any takers...?
The night was cold and dark, frigid even, and there wasn't a single soul in sight. A thick layer of snow had fallen, but the storm had subsided, leaving only a thin layer of clouds for the full moon to filter through. Among the sparkling white of the freshfallen snow, not a sound was heard.
A thin man with dark hair slid out of an alley, his crimson eyes seeming to glow against the dim streelights. His footsteps were basically silent in the snow, and he glanced over his shoulder as he reached up to wipe a small smear of blood from his chin. He was sharp dressed in a thick coat lined with a fur collar. Nobody would suspect that he just coerced a young woman to her death not minutes prior. He saw not a soul in the frigid streets, so the man with a mysterious gait walked alone and unheard, his deed not yet discovered. It was a dangerous thing for a man of his type to travel alone. Vampires, as myths and legends call them, are not the extravagant accented counts and countesses who fly through windows to capture unsuspecting ladies' lives. No, no. They are animals. They travel in packs like wolves, depending on one leader to guide them in migratory patterns... but this vampire, Anastas, travels alone and hardly feeds as regularly as needed.
It can become quite dangerous, or rather he has to stay on his toes. Being alone in an unpredictable and cold world leaves not a ton of room for mistakes... especially when it is your life on the line. He had managed to survive 148 years this way, and he isn't about to screw up now.
So Anastas adjusted his collar and stuck his hand deep into his woollen pockets, glancing side to side in a shifty manner every now and then... a man like him must always stay on his toes.
A thin man with dark hair slid out of an alley, his crimson eyes seeming to glow against the dim streelights. His footsteps were basically silent in the snow, and he glanced over his shoulder as he reached up to wipe a small smear of blood from his chin. He was sharp dressed in a thick coat lined with a fur collar. Nobody would suspect that he just coerced a young woman to her death not minutes prior. He saw not a soul in the frigid streets, so the man with a mysterious gait walked alone and unheard, his deed not yet discovered. It was a dangerous thing for a man of his type to travel alone. Vampires, as myths and legends call them, are not the extravagant accented counts and countesses who fly through windows to capture unsuspecting ladies' lives. No, no. They are animals. They travel in packs like wolves, depending on one leader to guide them in migratory patterns... but this vampire, Anastas, travels alone and hardly feeds as regularly as needed.
It can become quite dangerous, or rather he has to stay on his toes. Being alone in an unpredictable and cold world leaves not a ton of room for mistakes... especially when it is your life on the line. He had managed to survive 148 years this way, and he isn't about to screw up now.
So Anastas adjusted his collar and stuck his hand deep into his woollen pockets, glancing side to side in a shifty manner every now and then... a man like him must always stay on his toes.
Yay! This will be our OOC. Sorry for not making it sooner.
Hello! Would you be interested in a Vampire x Hunter rp? I just made a Vampire OC and I'd love to try him out! (-:
Hello! I'd like to pop in and say I'm interested!
It's really appealing that you're straightforward, as I'm usually very passive when it comes to choosing plots.
I'm glad you outlined a few!
I'd say I'm also most interested in the Professor x Student one.
It's really appealing that you're straightforward, as I'm usually very passive when it comes to choosing plots.
I'm glad you outlined a few!
I'd say I'm also most interested in the Professor x Student one.
Good. I hope whenever you're upset, you find your only possible consolation in that drawing.
oh JACKY JACKY his wings need to be 2x his size... and if i make the wings smaller he'd look like a pixie so i'm torn bb... I could draw them in but you know I'm lazy...
and he can't get you out of his head either, Jacky...
and he can't get you out of his head either, Jacky...
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