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Queen Amelia of Denmark

05/20/2012 06:09 PM 

Meeting between Norway and Denmark

  What it seemed to be a nightmare, became to reality the next morning when I woke up. For a moment I wished I could remember nothing but that was too much to ask; still present was the face of that creature I had seen the night before in the forest, moments before I had fainted, the only thing I could remember was Charles' voice calling my name, the thunder of horses galloping toward where I was and the breath of this creature so near my face. The rest of the night I remain so confused, not knowing who was around me, hearing my name over and over and wishing everybody could disappear. My wishes became true near the sunrise, but before that, I could listen at the distance the yells of men and women. Some voices I could distinguish even in the regrettable state in which I was. My generals were commanding my troops, to protect the castle. I knew well what was at risk, not only the life of my mother and mine, but more important the life of the king and queen of Norway. The queen.... "The Queen!" I opened my eyes at the thought of Azyriella. First I saw nothing only darkness around me, and then came the light when on of my ladies drew apart the curtains of my bed. "Azyriella? Where is she? Where is the queen?" I demanded to the woman next to me. In her face I could see that something was wrong, even if she didn't answer my question. "I must find her..." I said pushing aside the blankets. "Majesty, you are not well, you are injured!" one of the ladies-in-waiting told me while taking me from my arm, preventing I could fall on the carpet. "No.." I said, holding myself to her arm. "You don't understand, the queen must be found, the king? Where is the King, is he alive? Is he safe?" I tried hard to focus in what had happened the night before, I could remember myself riding off the country, into the forest to find the Vesta siblings, and then this windmill under attack, this creatures trying to destroy it and I remembered the French lady, and Tarquin, being taken by my men from that place, but Azyriella? No I couldn't remember we found her. "The Duke?" I asked again, if someone could know where was the Queen of Norway it had to be him, "is he safe? Did he find the queen?" desperation was in the tone of my voice. And then I saw that gaze of pity in her eyes. "No majesty, the Duke was injured when he came back from rescuing you, and he ordered to prepare the castle to resist the attack of this creatures, oh majesty it has been a living hell since then, the priests kept praying outside the royal chapel or what is left of it; your mother, queen Anja had been taking care of those nobles who were injured. Your castle became a refugee for those who were not able to reach the churches and the cathedral, it is only in holy ground where we feel we are safe!" I closed my eyes, when I heard her words, images of what had happened the night before came to my mind. "My castle? Under attack?" I whispered not believing what I was listening. For years the castle had been a secure place for the people of Copenhagen, for years the kings of Denmark had been able to keep any enemy outside the walls of the city and now they were inside? How was this possible? My hands came to my head as I kept hearing the screams of my people, until I could not longer bare the pain, if they were suffering I could feel their suffer in my flesh. "Enough!" I yelled, "enough..." and then I could feel again the peace. Everything was almost in silence, I opened my eyes and looked at them, "I don't want to hear about this anymore." I said trying to keep myself serene. "Take to the window" I asked fearing that would not longer see my beloved city. What I expected to find was little of what it was, houses were burnt down, from my balcony I could see the soldiers carrying bodies of soldiers, of women, even from children who couldn't cross the gates on time. It broken my heart to see this in my lands. "Call King Tarquin, I must speak with him at once." I said, as far as I knew he was the only one who could help me against this unknown enemy.

Into The Twilight--Directory

05/20/2012 03:01 PM 

We Love You!

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Adam Belmont Helsing (The Slayer)

05/19/2012 03:58 PM 

Rules too rp with me
Current mood:  animated

ONE: I do not just jump in the sack with anyone at least put ssome thought behind the story so it will be interesting and ill understand the reasoning of why our characters are in the sack bumping ugles.TWO: No drama from real in rp is ok but don't be childish about it.THREE: Adam says whats on his mind and doesn't care so don't take a fence if hes just telling it like it is. This in no way shape or form reflects how i think about you its just rp.FOUR: I do rp para, muti-Para, Novella if im extremely interested and i dont reply too one liners be a bit creative its not hard use your mind and you'll do good.FIVE: Im not talking about real life stuff so dont ask very few people know me on here and im keeping i that way.SIX: Don't disrespect me if you do ill be the biggest dick in the world too you. Ill respect you as long as i get it in return.SEVEN: I rp all kinds of verses so don't be scared ill rp with anyone. Danger, Thrills, Fighting ect.....~Thats it short sweet and too the point~

thϵ royαl bαby

05/18/2012 11:40 PM 

Rules & Regulations

Rules & Regulations:-----------------------------------------------------------------------[Well, I'm not very picky when it comes to Role playing, but I do have certain guildelines that I would like you all to follow... Though, just so we're on the same page... I know most of you won't read thisand won't follow these rules. Anyway.. I don't care if you don't comment this. I'll automatically know if you've read it. Thank you.]-----------------------------------------------------------------------o1. Please, no one liner's unless I've known you for a while. Try to at least give me 6 sentences minimum. You don't have to write me a novel, but I appreciate something I can work with. Quality over quantity. And your bio belongs on your page, not as filler for your starter. I'll always write in third person, with occasional sub-conscious conflict dialogue. I prefer para and multi-para... don't really have time for novella, though, if you're very adamant, and patient, we can work something out. o2. Be literate. Proper grammar and spelling as well as punctuation are very much appreciated, although I will not scold you for not using them. But please, dO nOt TaLk LiKe tHiSs. It really irritates me, and I will probably erase your comment because it would look bad havng that on my page. You're = you are. Your = possessive pronoun most commonly signifying ownership. Their = also a possessive pronoun, stemming from 'they'. They're = they are. There = adverb pertaining to a place. Oh, look. Now you have no excuses for confusing them all. Oh, and side note: don't you dare put an apostrophe anywhere near a plural noun. You promise? Pinky swear?o3. Please no OOC comments, message me. You can leave a small OOC at the end of your comment if you have to go or something. Just make sure to put it in brackets or parenthesis. Thanks.o4. Please, be a little original. Do not just extend your hand out to me and say "Hello, what's your name." That is a bit annoying, plus, it breaks rule number 1. But you are allowed to send me starters that bump into me. I'm okay with that.o5. I roleplay Mature themes. This includes drugs, addiction, drinking, gore, etc.. If you don't like it, do not explode on me over it. Please do not rummage through my comments. If you have a really big problem with it, then kindly remove yourself from my list.. I can't be bothered to find and delete you. o6. NO DRAMA, I have a strict, zero tolerance policy when it comes to drama beyond the realm of our characters. If you've got beef with someone, work it out privately or go your separate ways, but don't broadcast it publicly. I don't need to see you posting a status in which you bitch and whine over someone you just deleted, because it makes you look worse. o7. You add = you start. Hell no. What's that? I couldn't hear over your bloated condescension. I don't care who goes first, honestly. My friends list is not a ticking time bomb. I don't care whether or not you talk to me. You won't see me announcing any deleting sprees or yelling about not being a so-called 'number'; actions speak louder than words, and I'll stick to that concept. o8. Don't delete my comments. Again. Do. Not. Delete. My. Comments. Don't delete my comments. Why? I'll tell you why! If I take an hour to painstakingly craft your response and/or starter, the least you can do in return is to leave it alone on your page. It's not a virus; you have no reason to treat it as such. If you're afraid of prying eyes, roleplay in messages or not at all. (I'm honestly baffled by this sudden age of 'stalker weariness' in RP Land.) I'm a writer, and my work is my calling card. If someone on your list sees my responses and enjoys them, they're more than welcome to add me and write with me. That's my objective. I'm not here to waste time, but to establish lasting storylines sparked by the chemistry between myself and other writers.o9. Patience is strength. This isn't my only profile. On some days, my creativity will be fickle and I'll bounce around to different characters, chasing my ever-elusive muse. On other days, I'll accomplish jack sh*t. But that's part of the process. You might get a response within ten minutes, an hour, a day, a week, or even a month - all depending upon my availability, inspiration, and the content of your response. So I'm warning you now. My work schedule will become malleable within the next several months, so my availability will fluctuate accordingly.

Lord♚ William J. Danvers II♚ |DK|

05/17/2012 06:43 PM 


Lord William J. Danvers II. [The Dark Knight /Warlock Legend.] Gotham/Ipswich. Tell us Master Danvers, what do you fear?Semioccasional sophisticated whispering suspenseful taunts were audio within Lord William's enclosed cranium's occasional abrupt reminiscene amongst yee several decades ago; with distributed distraught haunting flapping bats stirring an eerie collashed echo pertaining to thee particular underground stone tunnel. In the social current situation carried upon a prior Tribune Enterprise Global Ball; revived during a conversation with an unknown individual whom appeared more then over'thee top familiar. Lord William indeed is ambitious enough in ordering a prevention against further involvement this Dr. Harvelle, his superior masculine enhanced warlock instincts reminded the devious foul odor hathe spoke louder then thee undercover physical appearance. Thee World is too small, for someone like Lord William Danvers to disappear; so Harvelle rebuttled when asking he how he knew his name. A distinguished steel coal [black] ominious mysterious occult Batmobile, thirsts an adventurious driving movement throughout the suttle back`roads sheltered darkness. Batmobil is reinstates and maintained within thee copious assignation methodological, undiscoverable batcave rooted underneath earth soil level thus undetectable and/or known to mankind.Indeed is accessed through a alchemistic hidden entrance thee venturesome [daredevil] inhabitant charcoal Batmobile is a gadget-laden vehicle used in Lord William's [DarkKnight/Batman] alias crime-battle vigilent activities. It obtains significant equipped induced adaptable and addicted features, hence increases prominent bat motif; typically includes a distinct wing`shaped tailfins: modifications are armor and technologically advanced automotive customization; therefore transitioned the Batmobile into a sleek street machine. The substantial notorious Batmobile hathe developed through numerous incarnations, and as state-of-the-art technologies had continued to advanced the vehicle's exterior and interior vessel inter-changes inorder to remain a step ahead of real life cutting edge advances. A duntless impetuous prespiration loam escapes throughout resilient audacious Ipswich Massachusetts trademark tenacious Hallow valiant arched trees, converting into abandoned Brooklyn-Gotham NY back'roads in about ten minutes prox. reach of Tribune Enterprises main Corporate Head Quarters. Within a venturesome one o'clock a.m. submgerged limited hour: a crescent Moon's northern-eastern cerebration [reflection] rest an abundant amidstream. Persistance nocturnal whispers amongst an ascended far distanting traffic disputed the usual various city noises. Astrological occasional commute breezes we're a torrent of proclaimed darkness among the gusty serene arcane trees; moon spheres unreluctant apparition galleon scourages an iridescence invite shadow through dark saturated under tint hooded Batmobile windows.Intrepid 390 V-8 atomic turbine engine accepted a challenge whilst it unleashed hyrdo adrenaline thrilled healthy smog distributed returned into the rear of the abandoned road during a spontaneous driven departure initiated. Lord William controlled the robust black leather steering wheel to an abrupt yield up into a private garage; whilst B&M hydro automatic [2nd transmission] erect a gust of winded fire belched under the cylinder underneath the enhanced two second speeding movement, the batmobile deceased at a parking mode.Enarmored Ipswich Massachusetts, accommodates within thee public a common calculated commute beside New York. Each co-exist amongst an identical coinciding parallel connect between thee inner cities. Gotham on an rare occasion indeed, humans delivered a social sincere appreciation for those whom protect within thee night and/or mid-afternoon hours; where the sun still exists {day}. A reminded treacherous incident flamed within the core of his cranium: as a young William decided on an adventure this isn't new news a distinct thirst to explore is a common trait in the Danvers amongst others. Once he hathe fell down a well leading into an underground stone wall tunnel: he becamed attacked in a swarm of bats. It's an counted two hours later after eliminating himself out of the enclosed restricted Parking Garage; limited to normal pedestrians for Lord William conducts experimental favors pertaining to certain gadgets used however unavailable in civilian markets. William resumed acknowledge of the real world {awakened} out of a tasteful nightmare of his persistant past; en which must be taken as an important task, a sign if you will: for immediate unleashed dangers leading ahead [more or less predictions].Approached by Henri Ducard [Putnam cloaked in another vessel] whom spoke for Ra's al Ghul, leader of the League of Shadows and sent an invitation to train with thee elite vigilante group. Lord William's clouded childhood initiated to thee one night he whom witnessed a certain murder[ his own parents' ]; a mugger acclaimed to be Joe Chill employed undercover of the City's Governor; whom was indeed an ancestor of thee notorious Witch Trial Judge 'Hawthorne'--then, this is when en where Sir. Alfred Pennyworth brought the fostered child William, raised him in the Danvers Estate: William grew educated in his Bloodline through learns, self-preservation; cold acknowledges in two worlds darkness and innocence. Based in thee miscellaneous activities in New York, Gotham...and Ipswich Massachusetts is expected to locate Tribune Enterprises [DanversCorp]. Business was founded and originated in the 17th century however became officially a company in the 19th century under Master Thomas William Danvers. It's development became one of the world's top ten multinational conglomerates, present Tribune continues to achieve excellence across a wide range of industry sectors and markets; employing 170.000 people in 170 countries. As current CEO and Chairman, Lord William T. Danvers II is a keen modernizer and continues to grow the business in the financial sector and in hight, technologies. There is numerous to go on about here, none-the-less besides a substantial business it is the supernatural appeal certain products are used for Batman's, Lord William's, or should any one in the Danvers family decides to has first hand's access. Sophisticated automatic double elevator doors slide open on the tenth level. Mr. Alex is the TE Electronics Division manager, whoms relations to thee Danvers has been years; put it this way he's known Sir John William Danvers, the first and his beloved wife [both Lord William's deceased parents] so he's been apart of our world for centuries, he approached Master Danvers as he communicates with him in calling him rather then Lord however it is William that Lord William recommends he call him, they are family just about after'all; "Tumbler? Another latest discovery Mr. Alex?" Lord William implied within an impressed'mused tone in his dark full spoken voice; spues an eased chuckle also. Lord William accepted thee folder handed over, revealing a diagram image in the jagged center a card slid through the crease. Black suspicious card flip it over it prevails P on one side, on the other is J. Putnam created himself as the Joker; a suggestion Lord William advised Mr. Alex to depart his office's quarters.....

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