The Lost Boys: The Next Generation

[Stasya ♥]

The Lost Boys:
The Next Generation
Revenge never tasted so sweet.


When brothers Michael & Sam Emerson destroyed Max, the leader of rebellious and destructive group of teenage vampires, they thought they had rid Santa Carla, CA of all the vampires. However, their grandpa wasn't only referring to the six vampires that were now just dust when he said the only thing he didn't like about Santa Carla was "all the damn vampires." And, though impaled on a wall of antlers, ringleader David did not die. The antlers missed his heart, just barely, but he did not die. Awakening in a weak state while the Emerson brothers were talking in the kitchen with Grandpa, he left to return to the hiding place in sunken hotel to regain his energy and plan revenge on Michael and Sam.

A few years passed. Michael started a family with Star and they had adopted Laddie, Sam was working at the comic store with the Frog Brothers, and David had his new group together. Getting together a group like his old one wasn't hard; finding already existing vampires and making new ones was only a matter of sifting out who wasn't right. Having watched the two Emersons since he regained his health after his run-in with Michael, he knew how to get his vengeance in a most delightful way. And so it had begun... Michael was either going to join them or die, there was no other choice.

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As for rules, one of us needs to play one of the two brothers. Also, keep the vampires teenagers and like they are in TLB since David wanted to stick personality-wise to his original boys as he can. Otherwise, I really don't care; I know you know the basic rules of role playing so I'm not worried.

I'd prefer a paragraph intro but, if you want to do a skeleton, you'll have to make your own since I'm gonna do paragraph intros for my characters.

[Cassie Darko]

Hello, My Name Is:
Eliza Reaper Phoenix

Some Call Me:
Just Eliza.

I Am Know As The:
Quiet, strange one.

I Was Born:
September 11th, 1988. I was re-born March 13st, 1994.

Immortal or Mortal:
Immortal.

My Role In Society:
Princess of darkness.

I Look Like:
I stand at five foot eight inches tall, I weigh about one hundred nineteen pounds. I have long brown hair and light green eyes. I'm usually found wearing thick eyeliner and dark eyeshadow. I usually wearing [url=a black vest and a black shirt[/url]

Hello, My Name Is: Demonia Elenor Willows

Some Call Me: I like to be call Dem.

I Am Know As The: The rebel.

I Was Born: October 31st, 1972. Re-born on July 4th 1999.

Immortal or Mortal: Immortal

My Role In Society: Pricess of Darkness

I Look Like: I stand at five foot seven inches, but I measure up to five foot ten inches with my black boots. I wear rather fancy clothing. I've been told I dress like a pirate. I have long black hair, short layers on the top that I tease out. I have a dark shade of black lipstick covering my light, pink lips. My eyes are outlined thinkly with black eyeliner. I wear a ton of rings on my hands from each celebration of my re-birthing.

Hi, My Name Is: Olivia Rachel O'Sanders

Some Call Me: Olive

I Am Know As The: The Angel

I Was Born: I was born on June 6, 2005.

Immortal or Mortal: I'm half

My Role In Society: N?A

I Look Like: I am four feet and three inches tall. I weigh 42 pounds. I have light blond/brown hair with a braid. My eyes are a beautiful dark brown. I can be seen in mostly blue! =D

[Stasya ♥]

Dusk was settling in over the horizon of the town of Santa Carla. Parties were soon starting up on the beach and pier, as well as scattered houses in the area. Night time was when everything, mortal and immortal, crawled out to have fun. Sitting on the side rail of the pier, watching one of his 'brothers' play one of the many games, was a teenage boy. Well, he looked like a teenage boy to anyone that didn't know any better. Dark reddish-brown hair hung in his face, creating a curtain that hid his dark brown, seemingly red, eyes. He laughed, choking on and spitting bits of corn dog, as the 'brother' he watched threw a baseball badly at an empty milk bottle only to have it bounce of the bottom half of the counter and smack him in the knee. "Shut up, Markian!" the injured teenager hissed, hopping on his good leg and clutch the other in his hands. The boy amused by his companion's Markian, middle and last names not important, continued to laugh. "Jayson, you're such an idiot," he managed to sputter in his laughter. The injured boy, Jayson, glared out at Markian with hazy blue-grey eyes. "Shut up, you're such a douche!" Mark had been a vampire for a while, but Jay was made by David only a couple months ago. Mark was carefree, tough, and confident to the point of being annoying. Jay was self-conscious, kind-hearted, but ruthlessly devious when he got to a certain point. Jay growled but stood his ground. "Come on, we have to meet David and the others at the carousel," he muttered angrily, turning and walking away. Mark continued to laugh, but took it down a notch. He slid off the railing, grabbing his beer and chasing after Jay. "Awh, I'm sorry. Don't be mad."