Myst

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Something happened. He was suddenly back. Lucian came back to her completely. The presence before, Dracula, left for now. But before she could embrace him he was talking about leaving her. Panic rose in her throat.
"No!" she cried. "Don't leave me! Lucian!"

But was already pulling away from her, moving away.

"You don't have to leave," she continued to cry. "Whatever is happening, I'll do whatever it takes to help you. Please don't leave."

The poor female slid to the floor as her love walked away and her sire made a comment about her choice in men. She flashed an angry and hurt look at him. "Not now sire of mine," she said, calling him the formal title she reserved for when she was angry at him. This was not the time or the place to talk about her taste in men. She had never felt this way about anyone before. Anyone she had known before paled in comparison to Lucian. And frankly it was very hurtful and inconsiderate of her sire to make such a comment when his childe was in such emotional pain.

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Jessalyn - Office - Tremblay, Floyd

Jess faltered a bit when she finally calmed down enough to see Floyd's reaction. He didn't say a word to her. He hugged her back yes, but didn't speak and his face barely showed any reaction. Had they hurt him somehow? Was he in shock?
Or was he actually...

She stopped the thought before it fully formed. She couldn't... she refused to think that he might not...
Instead she tried to ignore his strange behavior, especially after his facial expression finally changed once he held Ben. Jess had hoped to be left alone with him, to get him to speak to her, to start reconnecting again, but of course Tremblay had to ruin things by making them go to his office. Jessalyn took Ben when Floyd handed him back to her and stuck close to his side as they left the room, keeping one arm holding Ben and the other on Floyd's arm, as if he might disappear if she let go. Her eyes darted right and left like a frightened animal that had been struck already and was afraid of being struck again. Now that she had the two most important people in her life with her she would attack anyone who tried to take either of them away from her.

Once in the office she stuck close to Floyd once again, bouncing Ben lightly as he leaned against the wall. Her eyes narrowed when Tremblay said something about Floyd's job here.
"What?" she asked, her voice sharp as a tack. "What do you mean Floyd's job? You are not putting him to work because we are not staying here. You said that you wouldn't let me leave because it wasn't safe for me and Ben alone. We're not alone now. Floyd is here and we are leaving, and that includes the people who came with him. You hate people coming into Baton Rouge so much? Well be happy, because we are leaving."

Ever since she had become a mother Jess had gotten more confident and more sure of herself. You did NOT mess with a Mama Bear, not if you wanted to survive with all of your limbs.

When he asked about Tyler Salem Jess blinked. For an awful moment the memories of being in that underground hell returned and she trembled a bit but quickly regained control. She looked at Floyd and saw that he wasn't planning on saying anything. For whatever reason, he was not going to talk.
Okay then, neither would she.
Looking back at Tremblay, she stared at him evenly.

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Katie - Furniture Store - Scarlett, KK

Katie cuddled against Scarlett, trying not to cry. She needed to be brave and strong, to make her daddy proud.
But it hurt so much...

"Where is my daddy?" she asked, her little voice laced with pain and sadness. "Where did they take him?" she asked, directing all of her questions at Scarlett, not wanting to even look at the woman in the room. She was bad too. Everyone here was bad.
But even though she was looking at and talking to Scarlett, it was obvious she wanted the bad woman to hear what she was saying.
"We didn't do anything wrong. We were just staying there and being together and being happy. Why did those bad men come and hurt us? They hurt me... they hurt daddy... we didn't do anything to them. They took my daddy away. And I lost my kitten," she said, remembering her poor little kitten who was probably still waiting for her. "He's still in me and daddy's room."

All of the talking wore her out quickly because of the pain in her chest. The little girl laid her head back down on Scarlett's lap, her eyes finally welling with large tears. She cried now, but it was a silent crying that was somehow more heartwrenching then if she had been screaming or wailing. Her bottom lip quivered.

"I want you back daddy..."

Scarlet Meadow Asylum - A Horror RP

Yes a guard counts as an employee/worker

Scarlet Meadow Asylum - A Horror RP

Name - Lilly

Age - 13

Status - Inmate

Personality - portrays a façade of sweet and innocent little girl, always giggling at something and trying to entice people to 'play' with her, when in reality she is a twisted psychopath like her brother, her 'games' and 'playing' being fatal to the people she cons into being her playmates. if she deems someone as 'mean' such as the director, she will threaten to tell her brother on them which usually results in the person's painful horrifying death. the only person she loves is her older brother.

Brief Bio - Lilly and her older brother were taken from their parents when the couple were arrested for multiple murders. They were separated and placed into different foster homes, but both siblings were wild and uncontrollable when separated. Hoping to improve their behavior the court ordered them placed in the same foster home, reuniting them. But that was the worst thing they could have done. While apart the siblings were nearly impossible to handle, but together they were a lethal combination of cannibalistic killers. After slaughtering their foster family the two were taken into custody and deemed unfit to stand trial because of their mental status.
Since then they had been confined to Scarlet Meadows Asylum, where the director has been using them as subjects in a behavioral study about the psychological bond between siblings and their craving for human flesh as well as the need they have to 'play' with their victims.
Lilly is NOT happy at being kept apart from her brother and is biding her time until she can get back at the 'mean people'...

Scarlet Meadow Asylum - A Horror RP

Welcome to Scarlet Meadows Asylum. Thank you for considering us for the needs and wellbeing of your family member. Family is important and as humans we love them unconditionally, but there are times when our beloved family members require more specialized care then can be provided by you alone. We here are Scarlet Meadows understand this and are here to provide a comfortable, warm and caring environment for your family member's special needs. You can focus on the needs of everyday life with the peace of mind knowing that your cherished relative is in the best of care.
To tour our facility and meet our highly qualified staff, including our esteemed director, please call the number on this pamphlet.
We look forward to hearing from you and welcoming your loved one into our family.

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As you can probably guess from reading between the lines of the above pamphlet all of their claims are a lot of bull crap. Scarlet Meadows Asylum is a place where people put their unwanted relatives so they will be out of sight and out of mind. Behind the charismatic smile is a director who is more evil then a lot of the inmates he takes in, performing inhuman experiments on the people he is supposed to be helping and caring for.

But you can only push already insane people so far. And the time has come for the inmates to fight back...

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This is a modern horror rp set in a mental asylum. The inmates have taken over and, since the place is so exclusive and isolated, no one in the outside world will even be aware of it for some time. Which gives the inmates plenty of time to exact their revenge while the workers and others try to escape with their lives.

You can play as either an inmate or a worker or even a visitor to the asylum. This is a HORROR rp so if you join please do not have a weak stomach or have problems with blood and gore. Any kind of sex should be in pms, but as for gore this is going to be a free-for-all.

Rules:

1. No OP characters. No characters that are super strong or have powers. This is not a fantasy rp. The inmates can think they have powers but they will not. They are susceptible to locked doors and gates.
2. No fighting in the OOC. I mean it. If I see any bullying or name-calling you will be warned then kicked from the rp and blocked from rejoining.
3. If you disappear from the rp (do not post regularly or say nothing in the OOC for a significant amount of time) then your character will mostly likely be killed.
4. Killing of characters MUST BE AGREED UPON.
5. All ideas are welcome! If you have any ideas for MAJOR plot-related ideas, characters. locations, etc. then please PM either myself or my Co-GM(s). Also if you want to make any MAJOR plot decisions please ask me or my co-GM's first beforehand.
6. I reserve the right to add more rules if needed.

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CS :

Picture - no anime or artwork/drawings please, CGI is fine as long as it looks realistic
Name -
Age -
Status - Inmate, Employee, Visitor
Personality -
Brief Bio -

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Maria realized after Alistair spoke that he was right. Vampire blood was addictive, which was probably why she was craving it right now. Theo had fed her a male vamp when she had been starving.

As the female, the rogue whom the bastard had been after the whole time, came forward to heal her, Maria stared at her. "You are the one," she said. "He took me, tortured me, to get you."
She wasn't angry at the rogue and was trying not to blame her, but a small part of her did blame the female. If it hadn't been for her, Maria wouldn't have been tortured like this. But she had been tortured by the male longer, so Maria couldn't blame the female for escaping him.
"Thank you," she said after the female had healed her. She hoped they were keeping this female, since they could use such a healing power in their family.

But that could be dealt with later. Now there was trouble. She could sense a storm of violence and blood brewing right before her.
"Please," she begged. "I will not have my mate and my sire fight. Don't you both understand?" she said with tears in her eyes. "He got away. He is still out there. I don't feel safe here," she said, hugging herself. She didn't know which male to go to. She felt the pull both ways.
To Alistair, who was her sire and hence like a father to her.
To Lucian, who was her mate, her true love. Even if there was something wrong with him right now.

She reached out a hand to both of them, taking Alistair's and Lucian's hands in each of hers. "I don't feel safe here," she repeated, calling on the bond of sire and childe, of mate to mate, for these two males to feel her fear and their need to protect her because of the different yet strong bond she shared with them. "Please. I need to feed. He... he starved me until I was nearly mad with bloodlust then fed me a male vampire who came in here to attack me. I ripped his throat out and gorged on his blood. I feel dirty and used and afraid. Please do not fight, I am begging you, the two males who are most important to me. Alistair, my sire, my father. Lucian, my heart, my mate. Take me from this place."

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Katie - Furniture Store - Scarlett, KK

Katie had blacked out after Scarlett had picked her up. When she woke the child had been distraught to find one of her ribs broken, a cut on her head that hurt and her daddy missing. And calling it 'distraught' was putting it nicely.
The only thing keeping her from going off the deep end and screaming constantly was Scarlett. The woman held her and kept her quiet, soothing her and rocking her.

A medical person had come to see Katie and asses her injuries but the little girl had shown her feelings on the matter by trying to bite him. Twice.
Katie was NOT going to be a good girl here. She hated this place. She hated these bad people. She wanted her daddy, but they wouldn't give him back. She hoped they all died for what they had done.

So when KK entered and tried to be nice, Katie only stared at her with mixture of fear, pain and distrust. "I want daddy," she said, her voice low and a little broken when she spoke because of the pain in her chest. She turned her head so her face was pressed against Scarlett's chest. "It hurts... Mommy, it hurts when I breathe..."

She had taken to calling Scarlett 'Mommy' now, even though the bad people knew she wasn't Katie's real mother. It didn't matter to Katie. In her eyes, Scarlett was her mommy now...

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Jessalyn - Furniture Store - Tremblay, Floyd

Bitch. That was the only word Jessalyn could think as the woman left. Well no that wasn't true. She was also thinking 'good riddance'.

Gazing down at her son, Jessalyn's face softened. He gurgled, blinking his dark eyes as he focused on his mother's face. Laying him down on the bed, Jess played with him as she waited. It was strange, how such a small being could keep her so centered. Floyd was important to her of course, but Ben was her whole world. This baby, concieved without love and born amid hatred and death, was her light, her anchor in this hellish life.

The door opened and Jess immediately glared at Tremblay. It was about time the bastard came to-

Her thought was cut off when she spotted the other person with him. Leaving Ben safely on the bed, Jess stood. It was as if time had stopped once again. He was here, in front of her. After all of the searching and worrying and sleepless nights praying for him... he was here...

Her vision swam as tear pooled in her eyes then fell, flowing down her face unchecked.
"Floyd," she murmured before finally finding her feet and doing what she had dreamed of since they were seperated.
She ran to him, threw her arms around him and kissed him with all of the passion she had in her heart. She clung to him in desperation, as if once she let go he was disappear or be taken from her again.
"I didn't want to leave," she blurted out. "I didn't. Abram made me leave. He said we would come back for you but then he wouldn't let me go back. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Floyd. I love you. I love you so much. I love you..." she kept repeated those three words as she kissed him.

Finally she was able to pull away and wipe her eyes. Beaming at him from ear to ear, she pulled him towards the bed.
"I need you to meet someone," she said.
Picking up her baby, she turned to Floyd. "This is Benjamin Daniel... my son..."

The last time Floyd had seen her she had been very pregnant. Now he was finally meeting her son, the baby he had helped protect along with her, the baby he had saved the life of along with hers. Gently, she placed the baby in his arms. Ben focused on this new person, staring at him solmenly for a few minutes. Suddenly he seemed to make up his mind about this person because he reached up with his tiny fist to grasp at Floyd's nose.

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Maria had been snatched from her captor but, unable to keep upright, fell as soon as she was released. She heard the old woman, one of the oldest vampires she had ever met, say something to her but she didn't bother to make sense of it, like she usually did when the old one spoke to her. The bitch didn't like her for some reason and Maria was more then happy to return the animosity she was shown.
So she laid back and stared at the ceiling where she had fallen, blood pouring from multiple places on her body. If she was to survive this she would going to need to feed and soon. The female panted, her lips dry and her fangs aching to sink into flesh and feed.

The next voice she heard was like heaven had opened and finally blessed her. She blinked and looked over at one of the only two people she wanted dearly.
"Lucian...?" she murmured, praying she wasn't dreaming. No... it wasn't him... it looked like him but... no... there was something wrong...
But she reached for him anyway in time to see another appear, keeping Lucian from her. "No," she protested to the male she didn't even bother to try and recognize. "Lucian... help me..." tear appeared and the salt in them stung the wounds on her face. She wanted him to come to her, to hold her, to say everything would be okay now, to make her feel safe.
And to kill that rat bastard and use his skin as a throw rug.
Maria moved so that her thigh was visible, even though every movement hurt, to show him the 'T' carved into her skin. "He marked me..." she whimpered. "Take it away. Make it go away. Please my mate..." she begged, calling upon the highest form of bond vampires could have. "Help me..."

Then he said the strangest thing, something about... 'we'... who was 'we'? Why was he acting so strange?
No, she didn't want him to fight now. She wanted him to hold her, to feed her his blood so that the marks left on her would heal.

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Name: Brenna

Age: 21 - over 200, she doesn't really remember

Appearance:

Bio: Brenna was born sometime in the 1800's. An accident claimed her hearing when she was 15, making her completely deaf. As a result she had no marriage prospects and ended up in a brothel. As she grew Brenna became more and more in tune with the world around her, despite being unable to hear. Her other senses, particularly her sight, sharpened considerably. Sometimes it was almost like she could read people's minds and knew what they were going to do and what they wanted just by looking at them, a handy skill in a brothel. She brought in enough money to keep the owner happy and treating her well, in time keeping her more and more for himself until eventually she had no clients but the owner. She was abused sexually but treated like a priceless work of art every other way, nothing more then an object.
She found solace in her art. She drew and painted, her sharp eyes catching details that many would miss. People loved her portraits, since she could find the real person and the real beauty beneath outward appearances. But the owner had to even take that from her, using her art to make money without putting her name on it or sharing any profit with her.
Brenna hated her life but had no where to run.
Until HE came...

The night that Alistair, the man who would change her life, entered the brothel Brenne knew with once glance that he was different. And that he was not there for sex.
She was proved right when he slaughtered the owner and gave everything, including money, to the prostitutes within the brothel. But for some reason, maybe because of the owner's treatment of her, he took notice of her, her deafness and her artwork. He changed her that night... turned her into something strong and powerful, something that didn't need to worry about her disability or about people taking advantage of her. One of her newfound abilities was telepathy, the ability to read the minds of others and project her own thoughts into theirs. With this she was able to communicate as she never could before, which made her forever grateful to Alistair.
She has spent the past decade or so learning ASL and going to an art school in New York, but now she feels the pull of her blood. Her family needs her...

Personality: she tries to be patient with people but gets annoyed quickly when they think because she is deaf she is stupid or slow. if you can sign to her she will latch on to you because she prefers it over reading minds and projecting her thoughts because she feels it is an invasion of privacy. plus most minds are very filthy and remind her of her former life, which disgusts her.
she is on the quiet side until she is comfortable with you. she maintains a calm exterior no matter what is going on. she is working on learning to read lips but is finding it difficult. she enjoys watching movies (with subtitles), especially scary ones and old bad campy films because she thinks that are funny. and, although it sounds strange, she is a great listener because she can pick up on people's moods and feelings by watching them. she can tell when someone is upset or hurt or angry and will offer a hug or a shoulder to lean on if needed.

What family do you belong to? Blackmoore

Power: Telepathy

Side: indifferent

Weapon: dagger http://www.trekprops.de/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/shinzons_dagger_3258.jpg

Other:

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Name: Brenna

Age: 21 - over 200, she doesn't really remember

Appearance:

Bio: Brenna was born sometime in the 1800's. An accident claimed her hearing when she was 15, making her completely deaf. As a result she had no marriage prospects and ended up in a brothel. As she grew Brenna became more and more in tune with the world around her, despite being unable to hear. Her other senses, particularly her sight, sharpened considerably. Sometimes it was almost like she could read people's minds and knew what they were going to do and what they wanted just by looking at them, a handy skill in a brothel. She brought in enough money to keep the owner happy and treating her well, in time keeping her more and more for himself until eventually she had no clients but the owner. She was abused sexually but treated like a priceless work of art every other way, nothing more then an object.
She found solace in her art. She drew and painted, her sharp eyes catching details that many would miss. People loved her portraits, since she could find the real person and the real beauty beneath outward appearances. But the owner had to even take that from her, using her art to make money without putting her name on it or sharing any profit with her.
Brenna hated her life but had no where to run.
Until HE came...

The night that Alistair, the man who would change her life, entered the brothel Brenne knew with once glance that he was different. And that he was not there for sex.
She was proved right when he slaughtered the owner and gave everything, including money, to the prostitutes within the brothel. But for some reason, maybe because of the owner's treatment of her, he took notice of her, her deafness and her artwork. He changed her that night... turned her into something strong and powerful, something that didn't need to worry about her disability or about people taking advantage of her. One of her newfound abilities was telepathy, the ability to read the minds of others and project her own thoughts into theirs. With this she was able to communicate as she never could before, which made her forever grateful to Alistair.
She has spent the past decade or so learning ASL and going to an art school in New York, but now she feels the pull of her blood. Her family needs her...

Personality: she tries to be patient with people but gets annoyed quickly when they think because she is deaf she is stupid or slow. if you can sign to her she will latch on to you because she prefers it over reading minds and projecting her thoughts because she feels it is an invasion of privacy. plus most minds are very filthy and remind her of her former life, which disgusts her.
she is on the quiet side until she is comfortable with you. she maintains a calm exterior no matter what is going on. she is working on learning to read lips but is finding it difficult. she enjoys watching movies (with subtitles), especially scary ones and old bad campy films because she thinks that are funny. and, although it sounds strange, she is a great listener because she can pick up on people's moods and feelings by watching them. she can tell when someone is upset or hurt or angry and will offer a hug or a shoulder to lean on if needed.

What family do you belong to? Blackmoore

Power: Telepathy

Side: indifferent

Weapon: dagger http://www.trekprops.de/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/shinzons_dagger_3258.jpg

Other: