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06/09/2011 07: PM 

For those looking for a starter.

Most of the last century was spent traveling the world in search of knowledge and history.   My passion for art and ancient architecture was bottomless.  The more I saw the more I craved.  At first, it was the paintings of the masters.  DaVinci, Botticelli, Michelangelo.  You can't imagine the layers upon layers of colors that the hand of man labored within each work.  The vampiric eye can see deeper within the canvas.  Many times I uncovered the mystery that lay beneath the final work.  The first attempts that were discarded with a mere coating of whitewash, for the artist to begin anew.  The follies were invisible to the human eye, but most revealing to me.  Ah, the secrets I could expose, but choose not to.  Why?  What was the point?  I had respect for the artist's secrets.  Yes, that is what they shall remain.   

The exploration of the ancient ruins of Rome and the pyramids of Egypt which Armand and I explored together temporarily filled the growing emptiness that time had ravaged me with.  Only the sensual landscapes of these lands so rich in history, pain and beauty eased my soul.  But even if only for a short lived moment, a moment which was but a spec of dust in the immortal timeline, could I forget what I was...a soul damned to walk in eternal darkness, tied to me with no hope for escape.  Armand, I think of him now and then.  These were good times, for lack of a better term I guess, for this short span of time.  But we drifted apart.  Further and further till there was nothing to keep us together.  It was my doing.  I will admit to that.  And now I walk this road alone.  

Perhaps it is because I no longer believed what Armand tried to instill, that God had a purpose for our existence.  I questioned God, but got no response.  I questioned his existence over and over until I could ponder it no more.  The little humanity that I guarded shattered within me.  I had finally and fully succumbed to this nature, the beast that I am.  For that is my legacy now, my truth.  It is the reality that I loath, a life I can no longer share with another.  Yet, to this day I still cannot bring myself to take the final walk into the burning rays of dawn.  Somewhere, buried in the depths of my mind where my brothers beliefs of eternal damnation brought about with the act of suicide.  Such a quandary to be caught in.  Ah, Louis...Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

So I continue to travel.  To explore life's mysteries.  To take from it only what I need to survive.  That is all.  I always wanted to visit the ancient churches of Germany.  One in particular beckoned me, the Cathedral of St. Bartholomew.  Its majestic Gothic form took hundreds of years to build and all was almost lost in the great fire in 1867.  It was thought to be a sign from God to the people of Frankfurt.  A sign of their conquest to Prussia.  'Would God show himself in such a way?" I thought.  "No.  Because he does not exist.  God would not suffer me to exist.  And, truly, only man is capable of destruction."    I did my research.  Frankfurt would be next on my list.  There were many sites to see.  Several museums and opera houses to satisfy his lust.  Such a wealth for its relatively small size.  And of course, the Cathedral. 

I preferred to travel in the more modern mode of today, the airplane.  It was quicker.  And although my need to feed has lessened over time, I would rather not be confined to ship travel.  It only brought back haunting memories of the past.  Fleeing New Orleans for Europe with Claudia in hopes of finding others of their kind.  I pushed those thoughts from my mind when they arose to the surface like drops of oil in water.  What good was it to dwell on the past, the loss.  It could not serve any purpose but to plunge me further into abyss of loneliness.  But I could not fully wipe the memory of his Claudia away.  She will remain always in my heart.  Her tragedy an eternal life lesson for me.

It was early evening and my arrival in Frankfurt was without incident.  The sun was just setting in the west.  Although, I could tolerate some exposure, the skin would still blister and require me to feed for healing.  Why provoke the need if it was not necessary and I had already feed before boarding so my look would be more mortal.  Time has a way of leaving a definable mark upon the immortal person.  The more perceptive human can sense it but not explain it.  Hopefully my victim was an evil doer.  I no longer made the effort to try and read their minds.  I take them quickly, painlessly.  But of course it is never without gratification.  The sensual thrill of it always slid into me with each draught of blood that flowed into my mouth.  I cannot deny the ecstasy of the kill.  That would be impossible. 

I traveled lightly, not needing much in the way of luggage and quickly left the crowded airport.  Stepping outside, it always amazed me how the air was different in each place visited.  Was it not the same Earth, the same sky and atmosphere?  It was unique and intriguing mystery.   Instinctively I made my way to the Church, as if I were being summoned.  I entered the great through the grand south portal graced with the figure of St. Bartholomew himself.  My footsteps echoed as I slowly graced the main walk.  The Crucified Christ hung high before me, the altar ahead.  The great art and sculptures came alive with my vampiric eye.  I reasoned this to what I believed to be that the work contained the essence of the artists' soul.  Yes, I believe that immortality does exist in this fashion among mortal men.  I took a seat in the pew and tried to imagine the morning rays of sun shining threw the magnificent stained glass the adorned the walls.  I was lost in this tranquility.  That was until the sound of  footsteps echoed in the shadows.  Ethereal steps have their own unique way of resonating the night.  Yes, somewhere within these hallowed walls was another.       

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06/08/2011 07: PM 

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Hysterical Spidermonkey
Dazzling Vampire Esme


06/08/2011 09: PM 

My Rules

Here is the way I do things......

*Rp is to be in comments unless otherwise told so. 
*oocs are to be in messages. 
*Comments and messages get deleted after I read them.
*I don't rp according to the WWE. Storylines are on my own ideas. 
*Once I am with someone in rp I DO NOT cheat.
*I will not cyber. Basic "They had sex" is fine. Details on kissing and and basic touching is fine.

After reading these please use the words title.

Guardian Reaperę

06/07/2011 01: PM 

Starter [[reply in messages with the last paragraph copied and pasted]]

The sound of thunder and lightning cracked along the sky. Rain fell from the skies in a mass of pounding and noise. The ground almost shakes with the force of the elements above. The night was black and the moon herself was covered by the feuding winds and clouds. A small town below was dark and what lights that were on flashed barley able to keep on. No one moved in the streets afraid of the things that crawled in the night and in the storm. This town was a haven for everything deadly and townsmen watched from there windows with rifles.

Along a road entering the city was a figure dressed in a black coat. a hood covering his face. The flashed from above showed that the only feature that could be seen was his mouth and on it was a small smile. He walked into the town toward the center which made way to a small park. In the center was a canopy and the only dry part of the land. There he walked and when he was under the shelter he looked up to the waring skies and gave another smile. His gloved hands flexing to his sides and waiting for what he knew would come. He spoke, and his voice sounded angelic yet held power This is going to be one hell of a night


06/05/2011 07: PM 


Disclaimer first off - I am not Bonnie Wright, nor do I claim to be her.

1. Right off the bat, do not bring me OOC drama. I have had too many experiences with that. Role-play is not for OOC drama. It is about writing and being creative and even making some pretty great friends. I am all for in character drama, I love it, but OOC is a no no. Please don't come to me bringing me "He said she said" stuff. It will be ignored and if need be you'll be deleted.

2. On that same note, I don't blacklist people nor do I partake in it. I think it's childish. If you're having issues with someone, then hit the delete and block button. That's why they are there.

3. Now onto the love interest. I have one to whom I am loyal to. Therefore I will not have sexual relations with another male/female.  No flirting or anything of the sort. IE do not send me messages asking for sexual things and such. I find it annoying and disturbing. If you can't plainly see, I adore the person I am with!

4. My mains, I have them. That does not mean I will not role-play with other Hermione's, Harrys, Luna's ect.... I don't believe in shutting my character off to role-playing with other characters like that. My mains will come first though with messages and replies. The only character this does not apply to is Harry's. Due to the fact that I have a Harry as my love interest. Carrying out a role-play with another Harry [relationship wise] is something I cannot do. Having other Harry's as friends? Of course. - you get what I mean :]

3. That brings me to canon. Yes my Ginny is mostly canon, although I do make allowances here and there.  I love story-lines with twists and turns. Heck we need that or things would get rather boring. So I am all for anything fun and interesting, even if it's not canon. Now, second generations role-players I have difficulty coming up with story-lines with. That's not to say we can't. If we can come up with something interesting and fun then I am all for that.

4. Literacy, it's a good thing. We all make mistakes, I know I can from time to time. I'm not exactly anal on this subject. Just as long as you're trying that's all one can ask for.

5. Multi-Para and Novella is how I roll, but this is not a set rule for others. I prefer it of course. I love to write, but I also goof around in comments with people for fun as well. My outlook is this, I prefer quality over quantity. If you are role-playing with me I will not have a set length that you HAVE to do. I'm not that kind of person.

6. "You add, you start" This rule doesn't apply. I  have no issues with starting even if you added me.

7. Life can be hectic, we all have lives away from the magical world of role-play. Therefore my replies may be slow. I do apologize for that. I hope you all will be understanding of this as I will always understand it with you. I will do my best to get replies done in a timely fashion. I will never hound anyone for a reply. You can take as long as you need. That is one thing that will never bother me.

8. Don't steal. It's not very nice. If you want something, simply ask. I would be more than happy to give it to you or help you with anything.

Those are the rules such as they are :]
If you took the time to read them I thank you!

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