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My Character Sheets | Santa Somabra | Maximum Comics | Verthaven | These roleplays are from roughly 2 years ago.



Hello all! I'm an Advanced RPer. I've been RPing for quite a while now...since I was a kid. I'm expecting a Bachelors in English this coming May (don't ask how; my skill as a creative writer has taken a seemingly irreparable blow after an encounter with major depression) as well as a minor in Psychology. I am an avid animal lover, photographer, and writer. I do a restricted amount of dabbling in drawing and painting.

About two years ago, I stopped using RP guild. It was for a myriad of reasons, but the topmost ones are major depression, the passing of my parrot (pictured as my banner at the top of my bio), and a relationship issue.

I'm back now!

Roleplaying always kept me at the top of my literate game. My vocabulary took a huge blow during my depression, and I'm eager to refine it. I've spent the last two years fixing my life, and I'd love for roleplaying to be an active part of my daily routine again!




Types of literature I'm interested in (in order of interest):
-Adult Fiction
-Science Fiction
-Fantasy
-Thriller
-Manga

My general interests and hobbies:
-Reading
-Writing
-Animal Welfare and Rights
-People Welfare and Rights
-Drawing (Amateur)
-Video Games
-Photography

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Malikoy said
This RP will be based on the original Dracula with an alternative take to his story, but the character is still Stoker's. Same history and everything. In the original novel Dracula was killed, in this RP it will be brought up through story how he came back. The RP takes place in modern Transylvania, Romania. Your character is very interesting, and I liked the effort creating it, it is more than likely you will be accepted! As for the story bit with Dracula I liked what you did, and you may keep it, even Renee's daughter is quite a good addition. But please change it so that it is Lord Dracula, I know in the original novel he was a count, but it is modern times now and he changed his title to a Lord. For hypnotism just keep it balanced and use it sparingly IC and we should be good! :)


All right, nice to know it will be keeping with classics (assuming I get accepted :p). Also thanks for the character compliment! And I'll change it to Lord right away. Wasn't sure before, so I just stuck with what I knew. And no worries with the hypnotism; I'll limit its use as much as possible.
Extremely interested...but out of said interest, will this be based on the classic version of Dracula? Bram Stoker's? That's pretty critical in my intention of joining or not. Passionate about the novel, not a fanatic about the new adaption, or very familiar with said novella's many other movie adaptations.
POSSIBLE CHARACTER:



NAME
Renee Miller

AGE
30

SEX
Female

APPEARANCE
Height: 5'6"
Weight: Medium Frame; 135 lbs
Renee, was, previously, a common shade of Caucasian, if that what you want to call it. Not tan, not in the least bit. But not translucent, vein printed white either. Just…balanced. Her eyes were a warm shade of blue, her hair stark black, and straight to a point, though if you asked Renee (and referred to the chart of hair textures), Oriental straight would be too straight to describe it. After her transformation, her skin slowly paled, to a more Dracula-esque tone. By that time, she had cut her hair quite short.

BIO/HISTORY
The later years of Renee’s previous life was one burrito of strange events after the other. But, for consistency’s sake, she likes to recount her life from the very beginning, lackluster childhood and all.

Renee was born to your nuclear American family; overtly polite parents, blinding blond haired brother, and dull little brunette sister. Pure blueblood American, she couldn’t speak of a family tree that went further than the golden soil of the U.S. of A. Where everyone else had the blessing of speaking about their Italian roots, or their English roots, Renee only had Great-Great-Grandpappy Johnson (on her mother’s side) who was theorized to have moved up from Ireland (on account of his fire red hair) to New York as a chubby balding, roll faced man, likely with roots in England on account of that out of place last name. All theory, of course.

Renee was the oldest of the three siblings born to the Miller family; all expectations were dumped on her, from high grades, to stellar good looks, to sports skills. Renee promptly decided, by the time she was eight, that she definitely did not fit the bill. Average in class at best, tom-boyish and dirty, and with little interest in excelling in the physical department, Renee quickly became the blend-in-with-the-crowd child, and didn’t bloom into any full potential till the beginning of college.

And so, between elementary and high school, Renee Miller melted into the crowd and did very little things of significance. Aside from struggling with boys, struggling with grades, and struggling with typical teenage obstacles, Renee at the very least made a good dose of friends, had a successful career in remaining under the dean’s radar, and never had a day of detention in her life.

She did service in high school, volunteered at the local library, and disappointed her parents on the daily as her youngest sister excelled in the sixth grade, farther than Renee or her blonde brother ever had done when they had been in the sixth grade. But, then and again, her brother was running off playing American Football, exceeding six feet tall, and lifting weights a 1 mile per second. So, as usual, Renee faded into the background at family get together’s, giving her talented siblings the limelight whenever possible, and avoiding the prickling suspicions by Aunts’ and Uncles’ that she was a high school dropout.

Finally, College reared its beautiful head and Renee found her place in the world. She quickly jumped into the “real world”, securing a part time job at the Library, and focusing her energy on the studies she believed would push her into success. And for a long while, she was climbing the ladder, reaching those heights. She changed her image; maybe, not exactly to sexy confidence, but she could be called beautiful at the least. She got A’s and B’s and kept her GPA steady. And, she finally began exercising. (Working out would be too strong of a word…more like running on the treadmill and taking walks in the park to keep fit.)

Things went weird at graduate school as she continued to work on her English Major. She got a boyfriend; and not just any boyfriend. She’d had boyfriends before. But this was a different type. This was a steady boyfriend.

Long, painful, story, short, fast forward a year, and you find a pregnant and single Renee taking two semesters off to become the single, struggling mother she never believed she would be. Renee halted school to have and take care of that child. But she didn’t give up.

Needing a vacation from New York, and fluent in several different languages, Renee decided to splurge and take a trip round the world with her 3 year old baby, Jane. First destination: Transylvania, Romania, beginning of spring. Beautiful, rolling, green hills, nice fresh evergreens, and quaint classic little houses situated on those rolling green hills.

That’s where Renee Miller met Lord Dracula. Old timey and charming, Renee quickly fell into good favor with the cultured man. Their relationship was hypnotic, in a way. It was too easy to like the man, as if Renee weren’t controlling herself. And day by day…things changed. Every day, she would awaken with two holes in her neck. Time went by, and her skin became paler, sickly. Her canines sharpened tremendously, and Renee was ashamed to admit she cut her tongue once or twice on those things. She would have a consistent fever; enough to frighten her half to death. The sickness had already taken her the other half there, after all. The doctor could find nothing, and Renee became dreadfully resigned to her faith.

All the while, Lord Dracula stood by her side. She couldn't understand his...fascination, so to speak, with her, nor could she comprehend her compelling attraction to that polite well-bred gentleman. But, in the end, who else did she have to count on but fast friend Dracula to take care of little Janie. And…soon enough, she and Mr. Dracula would be closer than ever.

SKILLS
Has mastery over several languages, and a great grasp on English. She's young, recently turned, and so there's much else that she will still have to learn in the years of life ahead of her.

SPECIALITY POWER
Speed – Renee has significant speed, even when in ‘human’ form, which allows her to traverse long distances in short spans of time.

Transfiguration – With this power, Renee often assumes the forms of animals, popularly, dark colored wolves and horses, as well as spooky little vampire bats. The power can probably be used in many more diverse ways, but she has preference for spooking people with black sharp-fanged wolves. She goes out many-a-night to give a fright to the sorry pedestrians that walk only or in small pairs; find its extremely humorous to watch a man run with a trail of piss leaking down his pants.

Hypnotism – (Tell me if this one’s too much; will happily change it.) Renee has the ability to transfix others, though, depending on the person, her influence can be weak or strong. The closer she is, the harder it is to break her control. This is far truer of mortal creatures; humans, animals. Her vampire comrades are much less susceptible to this power, and she can only…seduce them in a way. Tickle their brains. She can’t control them, but the hazy effect it causes them is a nice addition if she needs to make an escape for some reason.

OTHER
A daughter named Jane Miller. The little girl is only four, and has been hosted with the vampire family since the turn.

JANE MILLER

Kate


"I's the older one, by 'bout seven minutes And yeah we's close, but I ain't gonna marry 'er. I wants to trust you folks, but somethin' 'bout yer story don't seem right; and it ain't jes' the marryin' a girl part which I never dadgum heard of. See, our pa was a doctor, and though I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed I'm purty sure two girls can't have a baby; speakin' biological o' course. Still up in the air 'bout the marriage thing."

Kate’s lips twisted apprehensively, and she buried herself closer to Selina. The girls were young, and Dott’s confusion, and Luanne’s disbelief, were understandable. But it still irked her. Almost three years of intense bullying had molded Kate into a person who expressed a strong distaste for most forms of discrimination, intentional or not.

Generally not curt with children, Kate retorted, albeit in a soft non-confrontational, but clearly distant, voice, “It’s possible, in New York, for two men to get married, two women to get married, and a man and a women to get married. Also,” Here Kate scowled as she searched for the words she hoped would not be insulting, “Even if I told you the procedure we performed, I don’t think you girls would understand it. All you need to know is they took a cell from me, and a cell from Selina and made a baby.”

Here, Kate stopped and her eyes wandered out the window. And yet, not more than a few minutes later, Luanne seemed at it again.

"Also, I think yer wife is flirtin' with me. Y'all best keep that woman on a leash 'less she starts kissin' me and whatnot. Keepin' faithful is, uh, th' key to a good marriage."

“She’s not flirting with you, and we’re happy, OK? Just…I dunno…lighten up a little…I dunno,” A deep frown decorated Kate’s face, and in a matter of minutes, she had all but buried herself in her partner’s arm. She was tired and cranky, and was one-hundred percent sure her hormones were acting up.

David had slowly picked up the pace, and the car seemed to be traveling at a steady 40 mph. The ride was mostly silent (OC: mostly just in case the either of the girls say something in Xeno’s and Shisa’s posts) and at one point Kate felt herself drift out of consciousness and into the pleasurable world of dreams. Before her eyes had closed, she had spotted the hospital, a cloud white dot in the distance.

When she awoke again, the hospital seemed to be coming upon them quickly. Or rather, David had picked up the pace to the point where the previously distant ivory white building had increased noticeably in size. Kate couldn’t see very well into the windows, though it was worth taking note that some had lights on behind their glass surfaces. The building seemed relatively…lonely and eerie.

David was careful to slow the car into the parking lot, skillfully avoiding the attention of a few walkers. Soon enough they would be aroused, and Kate believed it wise for them to mosey on out of there and into the safety of the Arkansas Hospital.

As they began to pile out of the dying Sedan, Selina whispered, “I don’t see anyone. No signs of the government. I mean, you would think they’d have soldier or something outside, right?”

(Leaving this post like this because, I do honestly have to get back to work. Also, I know it may seem weird, but maybe either Dot or Luanne can somehow lead us to the hospital group…at least it’ll give them something to do.)
Just wanted to drop in and say sorry I've disappeared. I'm not dropping out of the rp (unless I get kicked), but midterms just finished, and now my professor has decided to assign us a last minute essay. Again I'm sorry :( but it may still take a little while longer before I can post.
Not a problem as I'm pretty busy myself. My professor assigned us a last minute essay. Good going prof. I also have to respond to other rps, but I don't have time right now. :( Either way, I just wanted to make sure some of ya'll are at least still around.
Anyone still here?
Xeno you gonna post soon? If not, I'm just going to go ahead and post...the rp is pretty stalled...
Just posted! I have to say, great and interesting posts from everyone so far. I'm loving it! *Obligatory McDonald's jingle sounds in the distance.*
Jack and Family


Jack’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel of his Honda Pilot. The crisp leather covering of the wheel squeaked dully under his long rough fingers, emphasizing the morose silence contained in the family vehicle. The big SUV had towed its way through three undead thus far and its front had become stained in blood and gore. Jack had long assumed that the corpses had fallen off, and had been unpleasantly surprised by a straggling undead that had attempted to crawl its way up the hood and unto the windshield, while the Pilot had been in motion. An increase in speed had deterred it, and, eventually it had fallen off and was left in what Jack had assumed would be a gross pile of guts and flesh.

These monsters thirst for human flesh now seemed to Jack, insatiable. After all, any intelligent hunter would have given up the hunt as soon as it became clear that there was no hunt. But these creatures…were not easily dissuaded. Three hours of slow silent driving had proven they were simply mindless killing machines instigated by some unknown force to keep going. Just walking and walking, limbs missing, feet decaying, eyeballs falling out of their socket…they just kept walking… Walkers, Jack thought humorously, and snorted.

“What’s so funny?” Jem’s accusatory voice sounded from the front passenger seat. Remembering his children, Jack took a moment to glance in the rearview mirror; Scout was fast asleep in the back seat. Her head was drooping to the left and Jack scowled thinking of what pain it would cause her and what complains she would bring forth when she awoke.

“What’s so funny?” Jem repeated, sounding agitated.

“Nothing, boy.” Jack answered, keeping his eyes firmly placed on the road. The trees lining the black tarred roads seemed to bend over ominously, clawing down at Jack’s 2013 SUV. Emory University was coming into sight, and Jack sighed with relief when the school’s tall white halls became clear. His relief quickly turned to anxiety as he spotted several of the walking dead ambling about slowly at the entrance way of the main building.

They would need to drive around to Cox Hall, the cafeteria building, or at least get out and walk on foot. The vehicle would attract too much attention, and the least thing they needed was leading a bunch of undead to the site of refuge.

“How come we didn’t take the BMW?” Jem sound accusatory and Jack’s scowl deepened with contempt. What kind of boy had he raised? Janice wouldn’t have done better, he had comforted himself many times. But, had he really made a difference? His boy was a cranky, vain, self-centered, know-it-all, and Jack knew it. And, to top it all off, he was afraid Jem was beginning to become too fascinated with sex. Jeez, kid couldn’t even get anyone pregnant and he’d brought home a stack of Playboy magazines the height of the Empire State building.

“Don’t be vain, Jem,” Jack growled, resisting the urge to throw in some profanities, “Tell me what you’re going to do with a BMW in these conditions. We don’t have luxury anymore and we don’t need it. We just need to survive.”

He glanced at the boy, just in time to see him fold his arms tightly over his chest, glare out the window, and utter something completely unintelligible. Forgetting Jem for the time being, Jack turned his attention to his sweet daughter. Scout was the spitting image of Janice, right down to the dimples on her sweet little chin. Her only defining paternal feature were Jack’s eyes, which she carried with the same gentleness as her father’s, even when she was furious. Jack guessed he had done a right with this little one.

“Louise, baby, wake up.” Jack couldn’t see her, keeping his eyes on the road, but he heard her stretch awake, leather crinkling under her body as she unwound.

“Wha?”

“We’re getting out of the car.” Jack said, parking indiscreetly as possible. The tires moved along slowly, and the walkers seemed oblivious to Jack and his family in the deadly silence.

“Be quiet, Jem.”

“I know,” the boy scowled as he got of the Pilot, closing the door gently behind him. Getting out, Jack opened the back door, pulling Scout into his arms and placing her on his shoulders. She blinked sleepily and tangled a small hand in Jack’s hair.

The walk to Cox Hall remained silent until the family of three approached closely upon one of the Hall’s entrances. A group had already assembled and seemed to be waiting impatiently in the front for the doors to open up.

Jack glanced apprehensively behind him; the gathering was stirring another more dangerous assembly. Undead were slowly approaching in the direction of Cox Hall. For a moment, Jack eyes made contact with the hallowed, sick blue irises of a walker; nothing looked back.

“Daddy,” Scout exclaimed sounding wide awake, “A dog!”

A big fawn dog among the crowd had immediately caught Scout’s attention, and she seemed animate to intermingle with the strangers who sought safety. Dogs were her favorite, and surely the path to her appreciation.

The crowd seemed to be waiting on the doors to open; and Jack was beginning to feel subconscious, walking among the crowd in his pricy suit with two young children. He wasn’t prepared to fight anyone, especially when people would assume he had money. A few days ago, that was true; but now he was as poor as everyone else.

Not stopping for pleasantries, Jack pried his way through the crowd, Jem following behind, strangely aloof and morose.

Wrapping on the door, he jumped when a definitely female voice responded, sounding somewhat aggravated.

“Give me a break buddy. I piled a lot of shit in front of these doors, and I’m the one having to pull it all away again. By myself.

A New York accent. Huh. Rude, was the first adjective that came to mind. Jack had gone to New York a grand total of once; he would not be returning. The streets were a thousand time even more packed than Atlanta city, and the people shoved and pushed if you were taking long. Granted, Jack thought apprehensively, many tourists did stop in some pretty damn stupid places to take pictures.

Stepping back into the crowd, Jack watched as the doors were pried open, leaking light onto the small group as the sun began to set in the background…

Selina, Kate, and Hershey
Hershey POV (That’s right, I’m writing from the POV of a dog.): 20 MINUTES AGO


“Hey, wanna let us in? The dead – uh, walkers – they'll see us if we're out here any longer! Please open up!”

Hershey’s ears perked up as a human voice penetrated the moving walls at the head of the cafeteria. Selina, one of his human’s, head jerked up.

She was rubbing Kate affectionately, and Hershey longed to pile himself on the women like he had done in puppyhood. But he was too big now, and neither of his owners had given the signal that it was OK for him to jump on them. And very recently, it was only Selina that seemed to tolerate his affectionate want for cuddles. Kate would lie with him, but no longer allowed him to sit on top of her lap, or throw himself on top of her. Of course, something in her had changed; day by day, she had smelled differently, and Hershey was sure he could hear a little heartbeat coming from her stomach.

Now, he wasn’t sure what that meant, but he had followed Selina’s example, and been extremely gentle and patient with Kate. And both seemed to appreciate it, and very simply, that made Hershey perpetually happy. The bump seemed important and worth protecting, and so he accepted being unable to cuddle with Kate or Selina.

Therefore, he had remained astutely stuck to the floor, sitting very close, and resting his head on Kate’s leg.

Now, Selina slowly moved, allowing Kate to take her time getting off of her lap and sit herself down in another chair. Hershey licked her hand, before following Selina to the front of the cafeteria. She sighed, placing her hands on her hips, and Hershey nudged her curiously.

Looking down at him, she outstretched her soft palms to rub under Hershey’s jaws. He loved that, and his tell wagged happily.

“I guess it’s time to dismantle my work of art.” Hershey couldn’t understand a noise she uttered, but could understand when her thumb pointed to the pile of chairs assembled unceremoniously in front of the moving walls. Sitting down patiently, he watched with curiosity as she began to shove chairs and tables out of the way, shouting in a somewhat muted voice that the doors would open up soon.

“Hope they heard me,” she muttered, and continued her tedious job. Hershey could hear the crowd outside; many heartbeats, included one that told Hershey there another big dog outside. Bigger than him, he thought, before getting up and prancing back to Kate. Together, they sat and watched Selina work endlessly on her well put together fortress.

Selina POV: NOW


“Give me a break buddy. I piled a lot of shit in front of these doors, and I’m the one having to pull it all away again. By myself.

“I could help you,” Kate voice sounded from behind, and Selina was quick to respond.

“No! Don’t stress yourself babe, I’m nearly done.” And truly, she was nearly done. Just three more chairs and a table and…presto.

Selina pried open the doors, mouth popping open as she was greeted with a vast array of people. An awkward little group composed of strangers and familiar alike. There were clear groups, but the groups intermingled with each other pleasantly and Selina was almost surprised someone hadn’t pulled out a shiv yet and demanded money, power, or safety.

“Um,” she pushed the doors open some more, “Welcome to our humble abode.” She said sarcastically, gesturing an arm flamboyantly in the direction of Hershey and Kate, sitting lonely and confused at the back of the cafeteria, “Hurry up and get the fuck in so I we can pile up some chair and tabled and avoid them.”

She jabbed a finger pointedly at the assembling group of undead in the background. College students, she thought sympathetically, noticing several of the decaying, walking corpses had shoulder bags drooping from their bodies. Positively, she realized, it slowed many of them down; those bags were probably filled with laptops, binders, or notebooks, maybe even textbooks, and that would surely hinder those mindless monsters.

Gesturing again urgently, the pulled one of the doors more widely open, holding it for the large group. Behind her, out of her eyesight, Kate had her hand stuck in her backpack, indiscriminately wrapping her hand around the handle of a handgun.
Liriia said
Also, good luck with all that school work you guys! Try your hardest and don't get laaaaazy!


Thanks Liriia!

I'm getting a post in now, and then I'll probably be MIA tomorrow. Tomorrow's my last day for midterms, so I should be home free after that.
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