OOC: This a Vapire romance roleplay. It basically needd another guys and two girls. Others may join later but for now only three. There will be fighting, i hope, bewteen the Vampires and some other NPC characters, which you control as needed. The romance can go as far as you want it, but keep the GRAPHIC stuff in the messages. try to be passinate, mysterious maybe, loving, careing, and/or even innocent. You can be either vampire or human, but you can control other characters if you need to speak to them. The Vampires don't have to be power hungry, or the villans, or even mean, they are what oyou want to be, but in this story regardless, Vampires are legal citizens and their existence is known. Ok have fun.

Name
Age
Vamp.
Human
Appearance
Background(optional)

Name: Edward Levengale
Age: 17
Vampire: yes
Human: no
Appearance: light brown hair swept to the left of his face, it rests about his eyebrow, when straight it goes to his noce in front. His eyes are a strikingly bright blue. His skin is quite pale but not quite snow white. His lips are a bvery light purple color from lack of blood circulation. His canines are smaller than normal Vampires, making it easier sometimes to blend in with the humans. he is semi-muscular, havein prominent biceps, and pectoral and a doughy abdomen, but not pudgy. Handsome.
Background: Edward was 17 when he was bit, his body forever frozen in that state. he lived on the blood of humans, donors only with their consent, and other vampires. Eventually his appetite, for some reason, became erratic and he began feeding on whoever he copuld get his hands on, causeing only two deaths. He didn't know it but he'd gone through a sort of Vampire puberty. Is was known as, among the Vamps, Bloodlyst(spelled like this). A time in a Vampires life when blood need is at its highest. from that point on they may be thrown into bloodlyst in times of stress, romantic stimulation, or in fear, but as it happens it becomes even more controllable. After his Bloodlyst, Edward became docile. Talking only when talked to, not taking friends, hardly haveing a romnace, soon thinking they weren't worth it. After four years, and haveing not been through another bloodlyst, Edward opened up again. Slowlyhe became more open. And he gained some new firends, after he moved to another city, and everything became good again. But there was a void in him he needed to fill. He wantd a mate.

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Edward sat in the coffee shop, it was around eleven at night. He was reading, just accepting the quiet of the shop. He wacthed occasionally as people entered and left. Smelling their blood as they walked past, that mixed with the delectible aroma of the coffees and drike, it was quiet soothing. Though he would need to feed, soon. There was no reason for him to harm anyone thiough. He was sure even a few of them knew he was a Vampire, so maybe peopel were scared of him, and thats why they kept their distance. he finished his drink, and looked up from his book, no one in particular caught his eye. No one to observe. Eventually, Edward walked to the bar and ordered a waterbottle and decided to take his leave. Maybe he would feed tonight, and not wait.

Name: Ashlend Manklee Zamlden
Age: 15
Vamp: yes
Human: yes (halfy)
Appearance: Verry pale but not unnatural, sholder lenghth brown hair, blue-gray eyes, athletic figure, normaly wears all black, not gothic just likes the color.

IC: Ashlend walked down the dimly lit street. She was comming from her jod a Mcdonalds, she hated it there but she needed cash. She looked up just in time to see the flickering street light go out. *great* her eyesight may be better than a humans but it was still really bad in the pich black. She started walking slowly but of couse she tripped.

Hey guess, mind if I join in? :3

Name: Sid
Age: 20 (At death)
Vampire: Yes.
Human: No.
Appearance: Something I did during the middle of summer...MAN I want his hair. http://girlikeytacos.deviantart.com/art ... t-60468829
Background:
It is said that there is another ways to turn into a vampire without being bitten. If one was a criminal in their life be they died, they might be cursed to roam the earth in search of blood as they try to atone for their sins, or, one may meet a tragic death and rise back, with no evident reason as to why. Sid is a vampire born out of the latter case. After meeting a horrid death at the hands of a cold winter storm in the woods, he awoke a vampire. Somehow, he wandered back to his home in the woods, only to be abandoned by his family after finding out that he was alive due to being a vampire. For a while, he lived alone in his family's old home, feeding off of the neighbor's livestock to survive. One day, he decided to leave his hometown, and off he journeyed to the city. Unfortunately for him, he had no clue how to survive there, for he'd never fed off of a human before and so, he's resorted to living in back alleys and the city park, feeding off of stray animals and rats that he happens upon every few days.

I also thought I ought to write a little something on his personality...

Due to roughing it out in the city and nature of his childhood, Sid is a little hard to approach, as he's quite skeptical of most anyone who tries to speak to him. He's frightened of strangers, and would rather run away and hide in a dark hole than even exchanged a simple "hello" with someone. That being said, after getting past his tendancy to steer clear of people, he's very loyal (sometimes to an unhealthy extent) to those who take of him. Gullible to his friends wishes, he sometimes doesn't make the best choices. Also, he's very stubborn and believes with all of his heart that even the most deceptive of his friends is trustworthy.

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It was dark and cold, and Sid had yet to find himself a proper shelter. He's return to the park, but as of late, some teenage hooligans had started to frequent it as their sort of "hangout", and would attack unsuspecting park-goers without any sort of reason aside from keeping their territory. After nearly getting into a scrape with them tonight, and so, terrified, he fled the park, leaving behind his cardboard box and moth-eaten blanket that he'd stolen from a garbage can a few days before. Hungry and freezing, he bundled his coat around him tighter and walked the streets, keeping a cautious eye out for one of those teenagers, fearing that they may have followed him.

OOC: erm, this is my first ever roleplay!!! So please bear with me!!! (mind if I join?)

Name: Holly
Age: 15
Vamp. no
Human: yes
Appearance: smallish (5"2) with slender build. Midlength auburn hair, swept back and tied with a ribbon. Her eyes are a sparkling dark blue, and her face is splashed with freckles. Usually wears plain long sleeved tshirts and jeans.

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Holly stood by the bus station with her bag slung over her shoulder. It was cold, and the street lights had just gone out. She examined the street. Most of the stores were closed, but the light from a coffee shop illuminated the walkway. Shivering, she made her way over to the doorway, stepping back to allow a pale, scruffy looking man meander past. She watched him glance nervously from side to side, muttering to himself, before pushing on the door and stepping into the warmth.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," he whispers timidly to himself, quickly passing by a young girl on her doorstep. He wanted to turn around and see if she was still watching him, but he was too afraid. What if she was still staring at him? Would she follow him? He swore he felt his dead heart leap into his throat at the thought. "Run!" he whispered to himself, and, without a second thought, he began to sprint down the street, kicking stray cans and bottles on the sidewalk out of his way.

The door swung shut with a jingle from the bell. It was cosy inside, the interior a dark wooden panelling. There was one other customer in the shop, and he brushed past her with a brisk step. Searching her pockets for loose change, she caught sight of the man from the doorway, stumbling and moaning along the street and into an alleyway as if he were being chased. Curious, she scanned the street behind him. It was empty. With a scowl from the owner, Holly left the cafe and jogged after him. "Wait!" she cried. "Wait! Are you ok?". With a cry, she tripped and went flying over the cobbles, the contents of her bag skewing everywhere.

After picking herself up Ashlend was walking down the road. She was 'day' dreaming but was pulled back to reality when she herd yelling. She saw a girl trip and the stuff in her purse go flying. Ashlend went over and helped her pick her stuff, "You ok?" She asked studying the girl.

He heard a scream behind him. he body trembled and he ducked into an alley, crying out a little. They're here! They've found me! he thought to himself. His head was spinning, the girl's stumbled cry buzzing in his ears like a crazed insect.
"Oh God, Oh God, please don't let them find me," he whispered as a salty tear rolled down his pale cheeks. "Please, God..."

Her wrist throbbed and her eyes pricked with tears. Stupid. Embarrassing. A girl was leaning over her, saying something. Wiping her bloodied nose, Holly looked up. "Sorry," she said, "Did you say something?"

She laughed a little, "I asked if you were ok." Since her hearing was better than normal she started to listen to the man wispering down the block. She flet bad for him and slowly stated to inch her way there wile still waiting for the girls response.

Trembling, he crouched in an alleyway a bit aways from the girl who'd called attention to him. He slumped down against the wall and hugged his knees close to his body as his chest rose in terrified pants. He nudged an bottle that read "eiser" on it's torn label away from him for fear of cutting himself on its broken edges.
"Go away," he whimpered, half to the bottle and to the ones that he was convinced were following him. "Go away..."

"Yeah, I'll live." she shrugged, dabbing a tissue at her nose. A bottle rolled out into the middle of the alley way. Holly looked at the girl in front of her, and could tell she'd see it too. Clearing her throat, Holly got to her feet and addressed the bins: "Hello? It's alright, we're not going to hurt you, are you ok?"

Ashlend peeked behind the corner to see the man, "Are you ok?" she asked slightly hypmotizing him to make him less afraid. She took a step closer hoping he wouldn't run, she could tell he wasn't human.

Sid's throat tightened as he glanced for a moment into one the two girls' eyes, as if trapped for a second in her gaze. Then, somehow, he turned his eyes away and ducked further behind the large green garbage bin and crouched as he clenched his jaw tightly to keep his teeth from chattering. He shut his eyes, tight, and buried his head in his arms, morphing into a giant trembling ball as little tiny whimpering sounds buzzed in his mouth.

She felt bad for him. Ashlend nelt down by him and began to run her fingers through his hair. "I'm not going to hurt you." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. She sat next to him on the wet ally floor, not caring if new jeans got dirty in the prosses. "I swear I wont hurt you."

She was touching him! Sid swatted his arm at her, violently thrashing at her and hissing at her like a wild cat. "Don't touch me, don't touch me!" he said, more fear-struck than angry in his pleading cry. "D-Don't--!"

Ashlend was taken aback by his behavior. "Do you not know help when you see it?" She looked down the ally and thought, "What in the would can I do to show you I am not the enemy?" She looked into his eyes, they were filled with pain. "What is it exactly that has made you like this?" she asked full of wonder.

Holly watched on in wonder, she couldn't quite hear what was being said, but she could tell that the strange man was hysterical. She kept her distance, and started to quietly shove her things back into her bag. Her hand fell onto her mini thermo-flask, and without thinking, she unscrewed the top, poured out a cup of the steaming soup, and offered it to him.

Timidly, Sid took the cup from one of the girls, a soft warm coo on his lips as he felt the cup begin to heat already from the soup. His terrified expression faded a little, but was only replaced by something a little sadder.
"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. Stomach churning already, he brought the cup to his lips and drank.

Holly knelt down beside him and smiled. He reminded her of a lost kitten...
Gently, she said "Hey, what's your name? I'm Holly."
She brushed a strand of her hair from her face and waited for a reply.