{{Lay This] Vampires [To Rest}}

[Stasya ♥]

Rules:
Be somewhat nice
Use some sort of "ooc" and "bic"
I don't mind Grammar mistakes as long as your post is readable
No GM or PP
No killing/slaying ANYONE!!! I don't want people to have to leave because their charries were killed/slayed!
Vampires may turn people but ONLY with the character owner's permission
Try not to be too dependant for interaction
If I ask you to leave, please do so
Humans and slayers are allowed
Battles are epic! Be dramatic during them.
Vampires are classic. That means they do not fucking sparkle!
Despite the fact that this is a vampire role play, I am feeling pretty allowing today. This means I will allow lycans (and vampire's mortal enemies.), though the lycans must live in the sewer to keep from being discovered by the vampires whom think the werewolves are extinct. I will also allow ghosts. Ghosts can go anywhere but they are slightly transparent and look the exact same way as they had when they died. They must return to the cemetery at dawn unless they live in the mansion with the main vampire clan.
Make sure your intro is as descriptive as possible.
I may come up with more at anytime.


Setting:
A large, shadowy city in California by the name of Judashi. It is modern day. The sun is shining brightly this afternoon in every area except for the shadows provided by trees and taller buildings. To the east are a group of dark clouds that seem to be creeping slowly toward the city. A thunder storm is in the near future of this city but when it will strike, no one is sure.
Mortals love their city with it's skyscrapers, tall buildings, and high population. Not many of the people know each other since the city is so big but one particular family is especially recognized. The Hantise family. They're different from everyone else. So pale; so scary. They live in a beautiful mansion three blocks outside of the city in a beautiful yet frighteningly enchanting forest. (There are no unicorns, sorry. lolz). Just across the street from the mansion is the city's large cemetery, a terrifying place at night. Many say you can hear the spirits of the dead moaning and creeping through the night time fog.


All vamps have the following but may add on or remove with my permission;
Powers: Immortality, retractable fangs, telepathy –only with other vamps-, enhanced senses, and extreme speed.
Looks:
Before they have feed: Pale, cold, red eyes, distinct fangs.
After they have fed: Pale but with a slight tint of red to their lips and rosy look to their cheeks, some-what warm, black eyes, and their fangs are visible but they just look like sharpened canines.

[Stasya ♥]

The light clicking of shoes on hardwood floors tapped rhythmically on a stair case. A small figure, no taller than 4' 5", turned and faced the wall. On the wall hung a series of pictures. This figure looked at one in particular.

In the portrait was a little girl standing in front of a black background. She had chin-length blond hair in which a purple ribbon was tied and white eyes. An innocent smile revealed long, pearly white fangs where a typical mortal's canines would be. Everything about the little girl except her innocent smile looked hostile. The angle of her face, her smooth pale skin, the dark circles under her eyes, her body language. All in all, the picture was frightening and made any human uncomfortable after looking at it for too long. But the figure standing before it smiled and squeezed the stuffed bat tighter in her arms. The same little girl from the picture was the figure looking at the portrait. She looked the exact same, even wearing the same outfit; a light green dress with with. off-white short sleeves, off-white trim at the bottom and an off-white sash. Around her waste was tied a purple ribbon that matched the one in her short, blond hair. She wore off-white and purple striped, knee high socks and fancy black shoes. Her name? Mandy Elizabeth Hantise. To most she looked like a 6 or 7 year old but she was truly some 12,000 years old. Only her 'family' knew what she truly was since she was the one who had created each and every one of them. A vampire. One of the oldest that still walked the earth. Her age and knowledge made her a vampire elder. When she was younger, no one knows or sure how old she had been, another elder had given her something know in the vampire world as 'The Wheel'. It was large, at least twice Mandy's height. On it were several different panels that had strange symbols written in blood. Each symbol meant something different, had a special curse that would be put on the vampire and their clan. The Wheel was kept in a special place no one but the vampires knew of. Even newborn vampires knew where to find The Wheel, whether they had ever heard of it before or not. Vampire from all over would travel to The Wheel and see what curse The Wheel would grant them. Upon entering Mandy's special place, she would look p at them and say, "Would you like to play a game? I'm Mandy, and blood is my speciality, but I won't do anything unless it's fun. Spin The Wheel and see what you get. You have to pay to play... in blood, of course. I'll need that blood to work my magic. Win big and it's good times all around for you and your clan. Be warned, though, you could spin a Curse." Some curses made vampires and their clans heal faster, others made them rejuvenate faster. Some took away life or even killed the vampire that had spun The Wheel. The Wheel and Mandy were an item. No vampire ever spoke of Mandy without another mentioning The Wheel.



Mandy finished walking down the steps and peeked out the window. Some sun touched the front lawn but most was covered in shadow. She opened the door and walked out, a hardcover copy of Dracula under her arm. She sat under the cool shade of a weeping willow tree in the front yard and began to read.

[Stasya ♥]

((Adding David! Only, instead of having red eyes before he has fed they are brown and after he has fed they are a very pale blue. He is a loner, having just came to this city. And he has a very minor allergy to sunlight, which means he CAN go into but not for too long. I'm also adding the Ways. Angel can control the weather and Demitri has telekinesis. The Ways are the leaders of the Hantise clan but Mandy is the elder of the clan, though she did not change them.))

[Krissy Van Freak]

Bree shifted slightly on the cold bench shifting her silky black hair, out of her pale, delicate face. She jammed her hands into her black, soft cotton jacket. Her black lolita tutu almost reaching her knees. She plaxed her pale hands on it, she was shy of a smile. She lightly bit at her lip, as she often did when she found herself rather bored. Toying with the frills on her tutu, she crossed her legs and let out a small sigh.

Himeka crossed his arms, leaning against the wall of a old coffee shop, a smirk played at his face. He licked his lips wondering what sort of person he would run into today. His hair lightly shagged in his eyes, giving him more of a freakish look. Freak? Yes, he was a freak. He enjoyed that title.

[Stasya ♥]

A figure skipped and danced quietly down the hall. Her black hair danced along with her movement and her unnaturally pale skin seemed to glow in the filtered light that came through the curtains. Her aubrun eyes danced with the good mood she was in. When she came to the rail of the stairs, she simply jumped over them; landing with a audible thud and began humming. She stood up and cocked her head, looking at herself in the mirror.
Angel Dawn Way is 184 years old but looks about 15. She is, as you should've now assumed, a vampire. A carefree, caring, vampire at that. She loves people of all sorts and is not much for feeding on them but she does what she must. She stands at 5 feet at 94 pounds but is beautiful beyond description for her age.
She shook her head and touched the crucifix at her throat. It had been one of her mother's most prized posessions so, naturally, Angel had to have it after her mother was killed. She walked outside and looked at Mandy. "Good afternoon, Mandy. I'm going on a walk, alright?"
Mandy looked up from her book. "Alright, Angel. Be careful."
Angel nodded and stuck to the shadows, walking casually and gracefully into city.

[Stasya ♥]

"From pain comes growth. From the dark comes the light. Without pain there is no joy. Therefore, there can be no peace without war. These are things I have come to realize in my one hundred ninty-five years on this Earth. One hundred fifty-two of these years have been in the New World, and where I learned most of what I know today. The United States are not like our old estate in Engalnd. Not only is the original Way estate where our ancestors lived for more near two thousand years but Angel and I have grew into being vampyres. I must be so bold as to say, however, that it was a healthy thing to leave our home. I don't think Angel would've been able to continue to live in our home with our mother and father dead." A boy put his pen down on the side table and closed his notebook. He sighed and rubbed his temples with his pale, icy fingers. He sighed and opened his gold eyes.
Demitri Justaine Way, a 195 year old vampire though he looks like a 17 year old boy who's been in a few too many fights. He is tough and protective but caring and sweet. He stands at 5 feet, 11 inches at 149 pounds. He's charming and handsome. He is a leader and independent.
He unconsciously rubbed the two puncture marks that were now scars on his neck from when his Dad turned him, shortly after his 17th birthday.
"Master Way, we have finished in the kitchen. Would you like anything else?" The servant asked with a polite smile. She was a pretty girl, in her early twenties.
Demitri smiled up at the girl. "Oh, no, thank you, Tessa. Your work is greatly appreciated."
She blushed. "Thank you, Master Way."
"No, thank you, mademoiselle." Demitri stood up, took her hand, and kissed it lightly. "Now, why don't you go ahead and take a break? All work and no play is not a good life-style for a young woman of your age."
Tessa blushed again. "Y-Yes, Master Way." She walked out of the room, wavering slightly from time to time.