Plot:

Okay so if you read the story up above in the link you know what this RP is about but if you don't here is a summery of it. This RP is a Medieval Vampire Story with a (hopefully) a Romance turned tragic. This is about a young girl who is very pure and innocent very religious (well not really she would just go pray everyday at a church on her own at night time), who had a disease that only allowed her to live for 16 years. But before her deathbed she meet a mysterious man but only for a brief moment and then passed out. She had no memory of that encounter of what she did what happened only the vivid image of that handsome man. After that night two years passed by and her birthday was coming closer and closer, she meet that man once more and before her death she did something mature with that man and then wept since she hadn't told him she was to die. Once her death day came she was placed in the church to be prepared for burial but when no one was inside the man came back and drew a sword and stabbed her in the heart. The girl then awoke in a dark cold room but she didn't feel cold at all, she left that place through a door that lead out to the opened and let her new found senses and feelings take her where ever they lead her she reached a large mansion and opened the door, a bright light illuminated everything. That's were I stopped ^^" so I'm writing this story myself (cause its my best story every xD) but I wanted to see how RPers would take this story and make it there own. So Please Join! x3 thanks for reading and joining if you are ^^ and if you just liked the story but don't want to join that's okay thanks for checking this rp out. ^^

Character Skeleton for "Body Guards"



Name: Emellia Monnet
Age: Turned Nineteen just last June

Owner: Placido De Lorme

Sexuality: Last she checked she was straight.

Height: Five foot, six, and half inches {5'6 1/2"}
Weight: Hundred and fourteen pounds
Eye Color: A mellow light green, almost as if the original color had been washed away to this light color. the rims of her iris are outlined by a hue of darker green and black. While the occasional flecks of black seem to draw even more attention to her shocking orbs.
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost pitch black in color.
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned color but her naturally fair skin makes it hard for her to get much darker without being burned.

Personality: Em, is an odd woman to describe. She is a very spirited woman, she say's what she believe is right, without thinking of the consequences, or punishment that will very likely fallow, yet she rarely regrets it. Some says she has a definite spunk to her, which is usually quiet evident when she tries to liven up her master, Placido De Lorme. Emellia has her good share of demons, be it her fears of revealing emotions, such as sadness or fear, to others. Or be it her self destructive nature. She has little love for herself and much for others, even if it be in her own, odd way. In all she's a caring, eccentric, some times easily flustered woman, whose spirited and spunky nature, just seems to make her all the more odd, and maybe even to some oddly interesting.
Bio: Emellia was the bastard child of the mot trusted and respected knight, of his majesty, King Louis XIII, Sir Edger de Monnet. She was the result of a long lasting relationship between himself and of one of the queens, Anne of Austria, handmaid, Julia Helliah. Upon her birth, her mother claimed little relation to her the moment she thought Emellia's father will not have any claim of his child, and even went as far as to not even tell him of his daughter, saying the birth was stillborn. So a fellow maid took the child raising her in secret, claiming she was the child of her own daughter. She was taught to act like a proper lady, knowing her manners and place of a woman. Her life was like any other for the time. Living in innocent bliss, believing she had a loving grandmother and a sadly passed on, mother and father, but that was all proven wrong when her mother, in a heated argument with her father, trying to insult his inelegance, told him of his previously though, deceased child. He was a good man, being of strong morals and honor, he was strongly appalled and angered by the fact she had lied to him and hid the fact he still had a child. He cared not that it was a girl, as he said. "She's my flesh and blood, it matters little what her gender be." So with this new found knowledge took claim of his daughter and become a big part of the girls life.

With her fathers teachings of swordsmanship and fighting, society, and his example of being spirited and exuberant, she was molded into the woman she was today, always baring the fact of her mothers shame and hate in mind, despite her fathers words. Her mother was really quiet unstable, filled with an uncontrollable rage, which unknowingly to Emellia's father, was taken out quiet often on her. Her mother had tried every way she could think of, be it poison, 'accidents' or even plainly just hitting her when no one could see. She bares a few scars and a built up tolerance to many poisons thanks to that. That's at lest how she see's it, trying to avoid the hurtful truth. Life was like this for a long time until one day it seems that the political family of the De Lorme, needed a bodyguard for the youngest male of the family, and her father had decided it would be a good thing for his child take the position, which was oddly welcomed. Now here she is, after being in service, as bodyguard to Placido De Lorme, for almost a year or two.

Character Skeleton for A De Lorme


Name: Placido De Lorme
Real Name: Vonxen
Age: 18. 897 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 4 hours, 44 minutes, 16 seconds and counting.
Sexuality: unknown

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Eye Color: A dark blue that has slowly faded into black.
Hair Color: His hair is a ray of colors ranging from all shades of black, white and gray.
Skin Tone: Pale, almost bone white.

Likes:
* Intellectual conversations
* Reading
* Playing violin
* Dark rooms
* Fire
* Rain
Dislikes:
* Unintelligent people
* People reading over his shoulder
* Bad books/writers
* Cities
* Technology
Strengths: When in his library he has the presence of a god who should never be crossed. His charismatic skills surpass most intelligent people, but he often keeps to himself. He has yet to lose an argument over politics, religion, and human nature.
Flaws: He does not practice any form of fighting so he has become mostly unable at defending himself against others. Often stays hidden from his siblings and does his best to hide from his guard.
Fears: His books being burned, his siblings being destroyed and his knowledge being taken from him.
Skills/Passions: Is good with getting out of situations with either talking his way out or convincing someone else to cause a diversion. He is very good at hiding himself when he does not wish to be disturbed. Placido's passion has always been to drown inside his dark library, where books rein supreme.
Powers: Can alter memories depending on how recent they are, older memories are out of his reach. He can also get into someone's mind and convince them to do things for him, this power has failed to work on his siblings no matter how hard hes tried.
Abilities: agility, elegance, speed, and fast reader.
Personality: Placido is after all young to many things in life due to the fact he would rather spend his time among books then with people. He has become somewhat closed in thought he does enjoy a good argument with a politician once and again. When in a good mood he often walks about and shares conversations with his siblings. In a bad mood Placido will lock himself away in his mind and refine from any interactions for weeks.

Crush/Lover/Love: Love is a waste of his time.
Theme Song: Written In Blood - She Wants Revenge

Character Skeleton for A De Lorme



Name:
Erasmus De Lorme
Real Name:
Akemi
Age:
Take a guess, love, for I will not be able to tell you. One loses count after the first few hundred years.
Sexuality:
Why be confined by one gender? We are all beautiful in our own way

Height:
6’2
Weight:
140
Eye Color:
A rich dark brown
Hair Color:
Golden blond
Skin Tone:
Soft creamy pale, nearly reaching the white glow

Likes:
~ My dear brothers and sisters
~ Men and women
~ Sight, smell, and taste of blood
~ Watching the moon
~ Wolves
~ Fine wine

Dislikes:
~ Overly clingy people
~ The day time
~ Loud noises
~ Being too playful
~ Surprises
~ Children

Strengths:
My strength is my weakness, my passion, my sin. Lust… The ability to captivate others, bid them to do as I please. All for one night of heaven. Do not fret, my loves, for even after the night is through you may rely on me in tough times. Consider it a helping hand if ever you need one.
Flaws:
Dare I admit it? I lack tact in fighting. Even those close to me admit that it is a good thing that I have a bodyguard. But really, is it all so bad? Someone once told me that I would end up alone. Perhaps he meant to say that I will turn my back on all who ever loved me. At times I speak too much. At times too little. I speak when I wish but not many get to know this for I do not linger for long. Maybe they were right. Perhaps I will be alone in the end. Only time shall tell.
Fears:
My fears are not for myself but for those around me. My dear brothers and sisters, should something happen to them, I would not forgive myself.
Skills/Passions:
Exploration, gaining new heights, there is nothing like seeing and learning something new each day. It is such an enjoyment to meet new people, see new places. One day I am there, the next... I am gone... Always moving onto the next thing, I never linger. It is quite true that I have never met a liar as good as myself. You want to hear what you like and so I speak of what you like. There is no guarantee that what I speak is the truth. There is no guarantee that I am speaking the truth now.
Powers:
It has the name of mental projection. My conscious thoughts, my emotions, they are cast out into the world around me when I wish for them to manifest. Have you ever seen your deepest desires come to life before your eyes? I have.
Abilities:
I share the increased speed, strength, agility, and senses of my brothers and sisters. A family gift.
Personality:
Pensive is the word, I believe. I do not invest time in long conversations for interest gets lost quickly. Very few have seen success in making me talk extensively. Perhaps you might be able to as well. I grant you a glimpse of my true self as the trophy for such an accomplishment. I have been told that I inhibit the type who parents hide their children from. Indeed, it would be unwise to bring me home to meet the family. A lover to the ones who carry my current interest, a fall back to those who wish for my assistance, and the predator to those unlucky enough to cross my path when I thirst for the deep red life source of my kind. Do you wish to know more?
Crush/Lover/Love:
Perhaps it will be you, love.

Name:
Camilo Alicard
Age:
20
Owner:
Aurora De Lorme
Sexuality:
Doesn't care for either

Height:
6' 1"
Weight:
175 lbs
Eye Color:
Azure Blue
Hair Color:
Scandinavian Blonde
Skin Tone:
Pure White

Likes:
+ Killing
+ Master
Dislikes:
- Losing someone important
- Other vampires besides his master
- Amerigo De Lorme

Strengths:
At a young age spent all of his time training in martial arts and sword fighting.
Flaws:
He who is perfect has no flaws, but if he had one it would be following orders to the letter.
Fears:
The only one he fears is his master and her older brother.
Skills/Passions:
Trained in Ancient Muay Thai all his moves are based on killing techniques/ He has no time for things like passions as his life no longer belongs to himself.

Abilities:
His true abilities are cloaked in mystery as even his master has yet to see what he is capable of.

Bio:
The young man gazed up at the crescent moon and pondered his decision. His father had basically bred him from an early age to become someone's protector. This was before he knew the world outside of his own home. Hundreds of instructors were shoved in and out of his home everyday. Some with master class fighting abilities and others who were just ordinary cooks. Everything was done exactly right in order to strip all the emotions away from young Camilo. Soon he found himself caught up in his training and lost track of time and even who he used to be. It wasn't long after that even the greatest masters proved no threat to him. His final test was to track down and murder a criminal. He was given a small knife that had no more than a seven to eight inch length. All Camilo had ever done was training and nothing in training had ever even come close to the sensation he was feeling now. It wasn't as if he was happy about it, but something inside of him snapped while he held that knife and the part of him that still was that soft child from long ago no longer appeared before him. All that was left was a cold killer or at least he soon would be.

In just five minutes he had located his target and cornered him against a building. He was a young kid no older than Camilo, but the difference between them was to great. This boy before him had murdered an innocent girl and needed to be punished. Camilo always wondered if he was worthy to punish the wicked or if someone else should be in his place, but at that time that wasn't something he was worried about. The knife had driven through the heart of the young kid as Camilo was snapping back to reality. Without even realizing it he had done it. On his way back home he could feel the presence of another. For the first time in his life he was trully scared. The man flew down from the heavens almost as the once peaceful sky had turned pitch black.

The man looked insane and gazed deeply into Camilo's eyes, but before Camilo could say a word the man had taken away his knife without him realizing it. He knew immediately the man before him was a vampire and a powerful one at that. The man stared into the blade of the knife and at the blood on the blade caused his eyes to light up. Slowly he held the blade over his mouth and allowed the blood to drip in. "Disgusting taste I'm sure yours would be much better." Camilo felt his heart stop for a second just from his few words. "That would be good but I need you for something. My younger sister has yet to pick someone as a bodyguard and I would like you to protect her." Camilo couldn't believe what he was hearing the most powerful being he had ever encountered was asking for his help. Too scared to say no a small yes escaped his lips and before he knew it he was outside of a giant mansion alone and afraid. Two years have passed since that day and Camilo has gotten used to his new role. His life now belonged to that mans younger sister and he knew it well. He wasn't sad about the cards fate dealt him though it was as if he felt happier around her even though he wasn't really sure what happiness felt like.

Personality:
A calm collective fighter who sheds all his emotions before a fight. Only the words of his master can stop his blade from taking another life. Outside of combat he's always on guard always watching his master.