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In test 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum
@VitaVitaAR I'm still not completely sure what I want the backstory of my character to look like but something among the lines of the child of a Red Demons member and maybe a researcher. As such, she has been expected to participate in the war since childhood and has prepared to do so. Even though she has never encountered a vampire herself, her environment groomed her to adopt extreme views and an intense dislike for vampires.

Let me know if that's doable :)

For the weapons, if it's like in Owari no Seraph, can they have certain supernatural-ish abilities like summoning some demon to attack?
I love owari no seraph so im very interested in joining this rp!! Also would be very interested in playing a vampire/antagonist role :)

Is it possible to make a character who would be the child of previous Red Demon members or researchers working with Angelica?





Time: Early Afternoon
Location: Ember Grove Park
Interaction with: Marius @Tae, Helene @Ithradine
Mentions: Veronika @HowlsOfWinter


As a vampire, Ava didn’t really need sleep, but preferred to be unconscious for half her life if she could use it as a means of escape. Waking up was always followed by a subtle disappointment, but after so many years of the same routine, the feeling was fleeting. She lifted the silk sleeping mask over her head, and tossed it on the pillow next to her. A sigh escaped her lips as she laid there, taking a moment to muster the motivation to leave her tranquil nest.

It was around early afternoon; the soft aura of sun still shone through from the slit of the room’s linen drapes. It seemed like she was able to drown out reality for a good few hours, which meant her pet downstairs decided to stay obedient this time around. Ava found it rather bothersome that she had to feed it every once in a while, but such were the sacrifices of taking care of an animal. Thirst had once again returned to torment her anyway, so Ava had to find a meal for herself as well. Before long, Ava was ready to head out the door, and grabbed a pair of sunglasses and locked up before boarding her black Audi.

On such a fine afternoon, Ava figured her best bet for a meal would be in some secluded hiking trail, so she made her way to the park. Much to her chagrin, the park seemed uncharacteristically crowded. There seemed to be something going on, a performance perhaps? She surmised that she would have to venture further into the wilderness of the park to have some privacy, which was a minor inconvenience. As she gazed into the crowd while parking, strands of silvery hair caught her attention. It was a rare trait to have, and she just so happened to meet someone with that description the night before.

“I see you’ve met our sweet little princess.”

Ava chimed in to the conversation between Helene and Marius, holding back her own surprise seeing him there as well. She had been acquainted with the charming yet brutal vampire through missions she took with the Sinclaire Foundation. They had a working relationship, so to speak.

“I haven’t seen you in a few decades and you still always reek of blood Marius,” Ava spoke softly with a smile, leaning into the nape of his neck. Inches before her lips grazed his skin, she promptly pulled herself back, tugging against the urge to maim Marius, or worse, the numerous humans around them. “Excuse me, I’m just a little hungry today.”

From the peripheral of her vision, the presence of a raven-haired girl caught Ava’s attention. She seemed to be peacefully enjoying a stroll, but every sense in Ava’s being was warning her of the girl’s age and power. She immediately stood on guard, suspicious of why such a figure would be in attendance, especially when Helene, an important figure, was also present.

She turned her attention to the sweet, silver-haired girl, while keeping the presence of the powerful vampire in check inside her mind. “Helene.” Ava lowered her head briefly as if curtsying—an old habit. “You look...well.” She raised an eyebrow, remembering their interaction at the Pit.








location: wisteria cottage | time: morning | interaction with: no one

Much like the chainsaw-wielding villain of a slasher film, a ditzy girl burst into the room with a kick of the door. She immediately spewed forth a flurry of enthusiastic theatrics with an immense amount of energy that left Eden speechless. There was hardly an opportunity for Eden to react or interject between the girl’s frenzied manner of speaking, and before Eden even blinked, the storm came and went.

“I-”

Eden stared at the now agape door in absolute disbelief. You’re kidding me right? Her peaceful summer break full of photography and relaxation concluded with what felt like a slap in the face—a wake-up call if you will. She let a moment of silence linger to mourn the passing of her short-lived summer break. None of the newcomers gave her a great impression so far, so she didn’t have high hopes for the school year.

Begrudgingly, Eden tossed her comforter to the side and slid out of bed slowly, as if her body were too heavy to lift. She grabbed a pair of black yoga pants that were draped over her chair and shifted them up her legs. From what Eden understood, it appeared Idette wanted her to help welcome the newcomers, but her frenetic messenger hardly bothered to wait for Eden to accept or decline the request. As far as Eden was concerned, welcoming the newbies was none of her concern and she wasn’t interested in playing along with what felt like an order from a tactless kid.

As Eden hobbled down the steps to the common area, she could still smell the fading aroma of coffee from the kitchen. The scent was enticing—with only two hours of sleep on her plate, she was sure she would need it. She had no intention of helping with cottage orientation, but she figured with all the commotion going around she wouldn’t have the chance to sleep more either way. Her eyes glanced at the door to Nathaniel’s room as she passed by on her way to the kitchen. His door was closed, but he must’ve been busy anyway if he gave Idette the task of tour guide for the day. It was a shame, she enjoyed seeing him even if he was lecturing her half the time. In Eden’s opinion, he had a promising career as a model if he ever got tired of dealing with kids.





location: wisteria cottage | time: too fucking early | interaction with: lavanda @Karisma

A pile of processed polaroids sat in a disorganized arrangement atop Eden’s desk, just taken the night before. Images of shadowy shapes illuminated by faint light illustrated the paper surfaces, which you could almost make out to be flowers and blades of grass when you looked long enough. Eden had spent most of her night in the middle of a garden near Wisteria Cottage, taking photos of the flora and foliage. She liked the way that the darkness of night robbed the flowers of their beauty, reducing them to eerie figures in the way her camera lens captured their forms. In a way, Eden felt like the analogy closely represented herself, and as self-absorbed as it sounded, it was likely the reason why she was so engrossed in this particular photography session. Only when the first glimpse of sunlight grazed the flowers again did Eden realize she had been in the fields the entire night, and reluctantly crept back to her room through the window.

Eden hated sleeping, but she went to bed anyway. It was more accurate to say she had a love-hate relationship with the idea of being asleep itself. It was why she always stayed up so late, venturing out of her room after-hours to stay awake despite the fatigue. For as long as she remembered, Eden felt like something bad was going to happen as a result of losing consciousness, of control. It got better over time, but having the room to herself over the summer definitely helped.

A couple of hours passed. Eden was buried deep within her dark grey comforter and numerous pillows, finally finding rest after her self-inflicted sleep deprivation. Murmurs, voices, outside her door, however, found some success in waking her. Still half asleep, she dug her head underneath the fluffy blanket, and curled into a ball in the upper corner of her bed.

Suddenly, the jangling sound of a door handle interrupted Eden’s attempts to fall back asleep. Surely, she was dreaming. She didn’t have a roommate. Then, the soft thumping of footsteps seemed to get closer and closer. There was a thud of a bag hitting the mattress across the room.

Eden was awake now.

She stayed under her covers, wishfully thinking that whoever just walked in would shut up out of courtesy for their obviously sleeping roommate. Her thoughts were cut short, ironically, when her new roommate began humming and talking to herself.

Eden had gathered more than enough rage at this point. The unwelcome invader had already made a bad impression in Eden’s eyes, so she had no qualms about doing the same in return.

“Are you fucking blind?!” Eden sprung up from her covers and instinctively hurled a photography book towards the girl, without regard to what, or who it struck. She mustered up the intensity of a thousand suns in the sharp glare she directed towards the girl. “SHUT the FUCK up, for god’s sake. UGHH!” She knew there wasn’t really a chance that she’d fall back asleep again, but sank back into her covers again. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and unplugged it, turning the screen on to check the time. It’s barely 8AM. I slept for 2 hours. Great.

Eden groaned as she rubbed her hands over her face, as if wiping the drowsiness away. She turned her head and finally got a good look at the girl who she was going to be living with for the foreseeable future—a pretty girl with long brown hair that cascaded down in voluminous waves. Unfamiliar, though. A short pause lingered as Eden’s initial anger began to dissipate, and she was eventually calm enough to address the situation she had been placed in. The nonchalant way in which she spoke after seemed almost robotic, greatly juxtaposed from her previous intense rage. “So, what are you? New to the academy?”

In test 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum





location: wisteria cottage | time: too fucking early | interaction with: lavanda





Time: Afternoon
Location: Alexei's
Interaction with: Alexander @FunnyGuy
Mentions: Elias @Helo


“Sounds good to me.” Vivian gave her benefactor a warm smile, trying to not make her eagerness too obvious as she reached for the envelope. Once it was between her fingers, Vivian finally noticed the piece of cardboard inside that made it look artificially thicker. She found it curious why Alexander had bothered with this unnecessary trick at all; she didn’t see much purpose in it. It certainly didn’t seem like he had much need to fake additional wealth.

Vivian kept the envelope wrapped in her palm and returned her gaze to meet Alexander’s. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the game. I’ll see you next time—just text the number from earlier to arrange a time.” She noticed Elias calling him over to pay his tab. Vivian gestured at Alexander with a quick raise of the whiskey in her hand, taking a sip after. “Thanks again for the drinks. It’s much appreciated, even if it’s the middle of the day. I’ll leave you to it—Jimmy can help you with the bill.”

Tucking the envelope under her elbow, she grabbed her pool cue and sauntered off to the employee’s area. Once there, she swiftly disposed of the redundant piece of cardboard, and enthusiastically flipped through the bills. She was hoping to buy a new guitar stand and try out the fancy French restaurant in town. However, as much as Vivian wanted to spend it on herself, she realised quickly that she never had the chance to give Alissa a housewarming present. The money would be much better spent on a girls’ night at the Pit or Trance with Alissa and bottle service anyway.





Time: Afternoon
Location: Alexei's
Interaction with: Elias @Helo, Alexander @FunnyGuy, Niko @Potter


Once arriving at the bar, she was greeted by both Elias and the guest he was serving, a man who introduced himself as Nick and seemed very friendly right off the bat. She admitted she didn’t dislike his apparent eagerness. A sly smile tugged at her lips in response. “Likewise. I’m Viv, short for Vivian.”

Elias’ remark about the kool-aid made Vivian laugh, though she quickly stopped herself out of paranoia that her beneficiary might've decided to walk closer to the bar. Alexander remained at the pool table, however, when Vivian shot her head around for a quick check, feeling a sense of relief right after. She leaned in closer to Elias and spoke at a softer volume. “Yeah, no kidding, sounds like people who move there get indoctrinated in something or other.” A smile painted on her face again, now taking on a sarcastic tone. “He promised me they don’t chop people up in basements though, so that’s really fucking reassuring.”

Vivian walked around Eli and reached for the whiskey on the higher shelves of the bar and decided to grab the tequila too. “Since I’m already here, I’ll just pour myself some of this.” She set an old fashioned glass and shot glass on the bar, filling the former with ice. With a bottle of liquor in each hand, she poured the whiskey in the iced glass and the tequila in the other. Vivian immediately took the shot of tequila then and there, and placed the used cup in the sink. After putting away the alcohol to their respective shelves, she picked up her glass of whiskey and took a sip. “I love the taste of free.” She gestured towards Nick and whispered, “Drinks are all on that guy back there today, so go wild. Anyway, see you later, boys.”

Upon returning to the pool table, she noticed the placement of the balls differed from when she left. “Hey, looks like you made your move-” Oh. Vivian couldn’t help but chuckle once she realized what was different about the table. She set her drink down on the ledge, “It appears it’s my win! I should have mentioned this earlier, my bad. If you pocket the eight ball before all the others it’s an instant loss. How about a round 2?”



AND



P A R T 2


Time: Noon
Location: Alexei's

Vivian walked towards one of the side pockets and pulled out a pool ball to set on the table. It took her a bit of searching to find the cue ball.

“I hope you know the white one is the one you’re supposed to hit.” She placed the cue ball at one end of the table, and the blue ‘two’ ball near the center. “Let’s see your stroke—just try hitting the cue towards the two.”

After set-up, Vivian leaned against a nearby barstool. “What made you interested in billiards in the first place?”

"Hit the white one... Into the two. Of course." Alexander placed the money he had taken out back into the envelope that he set down on the barstool with his pool cue case. He then positioned himself at the end of the pool table holding his cue. "A few things honestly." Alexander leaned in like he had observed others do. "The turn-based strategy. The many elements of physics..." Alexander's stroke did not have the best form, but he shot anyway. The cue ball sped past the two ball, bounced off the cushion and hit two. He frowned. "...and I thought I might find it enjoyable." He shrugged and took a step back from the table. His eyes met hers again. "Yourself?"

“I started playing by chance. The first bar I worked at also had billiards tables, so I played on my breaks. They had small tournaments every now and then, and I liked winning.”

Vivian got up from her barstool and stood next to Alexander. She leaned towards the table and into her pool cue to demonstrate, resting the tip of the cue on top of her fingers, her palm slightly raised from the table's surface. “This is an open bridge, easier for beginners.” She switched her hand position, arching her fingers over the stick. “This is a closed bridge. Keep your grip on the base of the cue loose, and swing your forearm like a pendulum. Imagine your elbow as a hinge.” Vivian got up from the stance, and leaned her back against the rail of the table. “Try again.”

"Interesting. I didn't think so much finesse was necessary in this game." He grabbed the cue ball and placed it on the table. His face was was serious as if he was preparing for a paramount action. He leaned in towards the cue ball and tried the closed bridge hold. "But I should know that things are always more than what they seem." He made his breath shallow and exhaled. This establishment contained witchcraft that dulled his senses, but a dull blade could still draw blood with enough effort. He hit the cue ball into the two, knocking it against the cushion allowing it to roll to a stop at the center of the table.

A smirk painted on his face. This game was not completely uncharted territory. The elements of many other "hobbies" he picked up over the course of his life were applicable. Get the ball in the hole by any means necessary. Hmm. No, that's too simple. There must be more to the game. He place the cue ball back in place. He leaned in again, but looked to Vivian.

"So far so good. I guess I'll have to invite you to continue these lessons." His eyes then focused on the table. "It would be at my residence, if that's fine with you." He shot the cue ball into the two and both rolled into the same corner pocket. Interesting.

“Scratch,” Vivian called, watching both balls fall into the pocket, “That’s what it’s called when you sink the cue ball in the pocket—you generally don’t want to do that, just control the strength of your stroke.” She noticed that Alexander caught on quickly with her feedback; she estimated that it wouldn’t be long before he started to grasp the right angles to shoot as well.

“Truthfully, you caught on fast, I’m impressed with your progress.” Vivian smiled, walking around the table to empty its sockets, rolling all the solid and striped balls towards the center. "I'd totally be down to continue this at your home..." Vivian paused, standing idly by the table as her mind focused again on what calculated question to ask to get more information about New Paeonia. "I hear New Paeonia is...a little exclusive, from a co-worker who moved there. What is it like to live there?"

As if gears in Vivian's heads started spinning once more, she unfroze and grabbed a triangle rack and placed it in the center of the table. "Ah, let's play a practice round as well."

Alexander had been a bit quiet. He was fond of the concept of the "scratch." Why could one not go all or nothing. Sometimes sacrifice was necessary for victory, just how the failure of the Art Exhibition gave wind to new opportunities. As Vivian spoke of New Paeonia, something about her caught his attention. A beat. A pulse. It was faint and he knew that if they had been anywhere else, it would sound like a lonely yet peppy war drum. Alexander kept his amusement inward in order to maintain the current mood. There was little pressure and therefore no threat. It was how any predator in the wild wanted their prey to feel. At ease.

"Practice round? The best way to learn is by doing after all." Alexander took a step back so he could watch how Vivian set up the game. "New Paeonia... Honestly, it's quite boring. Nothing but rich geezers who don't know what to do with themselves and spoiled brats trying to suck anything of little worth dry... It is quite nice to be amongst your own though." Alexander seemed to show genuine pride and happiness as he stared off for a moment. "Who is your friend by the way? Don't tell it's... Alissa. If I remember she moved into the community a bit ago." Alexander guessed.

Vivian immediately perked up at the mention of Alissa’s name, looking towards Alexander with widened eyes. “Oh shit, do you know her? New Paeonia must be close knit.” A smile instantly grew on her face knowing she was getting closer to finding her, but her next thought wiped it off just as fast. Maybe she’s safe and well after all. She's deadass ignoring my messages though, if that's true.

“I also had the impression that your community was full of rich old people,” Vivian laughed, “Devin gave me that impression about you too.” At this point, she finished setting up the table and took a spot to the side, leaning against the rail. “You can try breaking if you want, shooting the cue ball to disperse the others.” Vivian nervously tapped the varnished wood of the table before deciding to inquire more about Alissa. “How is Alissa, by the way, if you know? Haven’t heard from her since she moved there.”

Alexander was grinning as he moved around the pool table to break. He had seen this before in media and as excited as he was to perform such a well-known action, he also had questions to answer. He had flashed a bright smile when Devin was mentioned. He wished Devin had not been so honest with Vivian. He leaned towards the table with his cue in ready to strike.

"Sorry, but I only know of her. She's quite new to our community, and I haven't met her yet..." He focused on the balls across the table. "I will say that her ignoring you is pretty common among some of the people that find themselves in the community. They start over. New place, new life... new purpose." He shot the cue ball that hit the other balls with a loud crack. One of the balls jumped a bit, but they all remained on the table except for the two solid colored ones that found a respective hole to roll into. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for Vivian to explain what came next. "I can assure she's not chopped up in some scary man's basement... or a new member of the Illuminati." Alexander joked honestly. New Paeonia did not chop people up in basements!

“That…” Vivian thought about what to say, finding it a little hard to believe, but tried to keep poker face of sorts. ”...sounds kinda melodramatic if you ask me.” The whole notion of cutting away your past life to start anew sounded a little cult-like in Vivian’s perspective. Her suspicions only rose, despite Alexander’s reassuring words. Something about his mention of basements and the Illuminati didn’t quite sit right with Vivian, but she dismissed it as an off-color joke.

“I would love to see Alissa anyway, maybe after our lessons at your residence.” Vivian raised an eyebrow at Alexander with a mischievous glint in her eye, to gauge his reaction and test the boundaries of what might be acceptable in New Paeonia. She would try to sneak around either way, regardless of what the rules were.

“You sunk some in so you can keep trying to score until you miss. Your points are the solids, mine are the stripes.”

Alexander nodded proudly at the mentioned results of his break. He found this game to be far less difficult than painting but he would have to admit it was a lot more fun, even in the company of a human.

Vivian's attachment to this Alissa woman presented some risk, but Alexander was not concerned.

"I can try to help with that. Maybe have her call you or we could all meet for our next session. It's just a matter of me making contact with her first, but it's definitely doable." Alexander assured with his attention seemingly on her instead of the table. All to appear genuine.

Vivian gleamed at Alexander’s response—it seemed like meeting him was the luckiest thing to happen to her in the entire time she's been in Ember Grove, even if she found him a little odd. She didn’t expect her detective work to end so soon, but she was glad Alissa was safe either way. Her grin stretched from ear to ear, “That would be great! I appreciate the help.”

With her objective met and guard now more relaxed, Vivian realized that it’s been a while since she ordered her drink with Elias—she assumed he was busy with an influx of orders since they were all being paid for by Alexander. “Excuse me for a brief moment, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go grab a drink for myself on your tab.” Vivian gave a quick wink and smirk to Alexander before she walked off to the bar.
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