shi12

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I totally haven't forgotten that I needed to post, no sirree. I've just been, uh, working on the post. Yeah, that's it.

@Scarifar

It happens to all of us, just remember that Faira, Rosaline, and now Little Ann are all right there around Conna Cel'.

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Little Ann (There will not be a CS for her, sorry.)

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Rosaline stepped forward, letting the blade slide over the smooth porcelain. If she had been human there would be blood dripping down her pale skin, but seeing as she had no blood to spill and no skin to slice all it did was make a scraping sound. The girl smirked, impressed that this woman Scarlet was brave enough to threaten her. Glass eyes looked at her with very little emotion, the knife still pressed hard against her throat. “I completely understand but believe me when I tell you that there is no way in hell I’d ever let myself be a puppet for someone else’s use, I’d much rather die.” She replies, hands tightening into fists at her own words. The nebula suddenly stepped back though, turning towards the direction Faira and Conna Cel’ went. “Now, I believe we might want to go after them before they get into more trouble.” She chimes, beginning to walk after the human and the robot. The crying stopped, the small figure responsible for the sound having clambered to her feet in a panic. Little Ann was absolutely overwhelmed with terror, another sound meeting the child’s ears. In a frenzied scramble the little girl took off, running down the long halls blindly. Her deep brown eyes were wide, glancing back and forth as her little legs pushed her further from ‘it’ the creature who seemed to want nothing more than to torment her. Ann stopped looking forward, now completely worried that it would be hot on her feet. Her terrified escape though came to a sudden, and unexpected, halt, the child’s little form having run into something. The girl tumbled backwards, on the verge of tears only to gasp when she looked up at what she had run into… or who. It was a lady who was standing beside some sort of… metal man. Rosaline had finally caught up with the other two, but the sight before her was confusing. Sitting in front of Faira was a little girl of at least no more than six. She had long unruly brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a terrified pout on her face. The girl was dressed in a light pink dress, light red jacket that might have belonged to an adult, and a long crimson scarf. One of her shoes was missing, revealing the girl’s stained white socks. What had happened to this child? “Help me!!” the girl cried, having scrambled to her feet and latched herself onto Faira’s leg in terror.

Masks

Finished my CS, hopefully everything is alright.

Masks

Shi, your links aren't working correctly for me, but I managed to find the pictures, and they look good.

@pyroman

Well I'll see if I can fix them as I finish up my character sheet. Thank you for telling me about the problem though.

Masks

Name: Nina Simone Age: 24

Appearance

Appearance: Nina is a thin figure, standing at 5’7 with very little muscle or meat on her bones. She almost looks frail, though this is nowhere near the case. Masked appearance: When the mask is put on Nina’s appearance drastically changes. Her hair becomes a mess of platinum blonde curls, reaching her ribs instead of her shoulders. The pale blue of her eyes become a vibrant red, peeking out behind the monochrome mask. Her usually tan skin pales to an almost ivory tone. Nina, while wearing the mask, usually wears black leather pants, silver tank-top, a leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. She often looks like she belongs in a black and white movie. She doesn’t always wear this; her usual outfit consists of clothes in monochrome hues. Mask Mask abilities:The mask itself has the ability to drive its wearer insane, or influence their darker side. The wearer though, if they can handle wearing it, becomes stronger, faster, and versed in ancient military tactics. Its true ability though is the ability to create weapons from shadows and to see the possible outcomes of encounters. Gender: Female Personality: Without the mask no one would ever believe Nina could hurt anyone. She’s a very timid, sweet, girl who- before she owned the mask- disliked seeing anyone in pain and would become nauseous when she saw blood. The only thing both sides, with and without the mask, agree on is their love for music and art. Masked Personality: Once the mask is on Nina’s face everything changes. Her sweet nature turns dark and sour, becoming a crazed sadist with a split personality disorder. One moment she is a tough, violent, bloodthirsty individual and then the next she is a bubbly, mad hatter-like nut-job. She does know when not to attack people though, and usually only kills those who she deems unfit for this world. Biography: Nina was raised by her mother for most of her life, her father having died when she was young. In truth she was there when he died, having been sitting in the seat next to him during the tragic car accident. When she was 19 Nina was studying abroad, a history major, and one day when she was in the city of Berlin she came across an old antique store. She went into the store and after scouring the many items she stumbled across the mask. It intruiged her, pulled her in, and against the clerks constant warnings and what she believed to be rumors, she bought it. Nina studied it, wanting to know the item’s history, and when she came across the stories of the previous owners she became curious. She put it on, laughing at the childishness, but when she finally removed it she knew it was true. Bit about the mask: The mask is made of thick, ancient, polished steel; originally forged from the melted remains of a sword. Unknown to the woman who asked for it to be crafted the sword originally belonged to a madman, one who used the blade to murder hundreds… though most were on the battle field. The mask, once completed, was only worn once by its original owner. She wore it to a gala but went insane shortly after, screaming and haunted by visions of those the sword had killed. The mask continued to pass from owner to owner, driving the weak completely mad and pushing some to the violence it once dwelled in. Most of its owners died young, or rotted away in some sort of cell.

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We're on this as of now, I know this aspect of the Rp is infuriating...

Vampire real World RP

Interested as long as this is still a go.

A mask worn too long

Definitely interested.

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Sorry it took so long, hopefully this kind of absence will no longer occur.