[Please no one post yet until we have enough characters to start. Thank you. <3]

[So, this roleplay is gonna probably be busy busy busy since we have so many participating which is cool. A few reminders, the prince and the princess decide who is their servants. The Assassins do not so do not plan out your character's fate. Do not say you are the prince's pet and where you get placed, work with it. No drama allowed. So 1, 2, 3. Let's go. You can start with your character either... heading to the realm, or start with them being brought to the castle, ect. Start where you want, alone or with a fellow assassin.]

Gemma was grinning as she was being shoved along the street, the dark sky showing no sunlight while she stumbled underneath the grip and pushes of the large vampire guards leading her some direction. She had a blindfold over her eyes so she couldn't see anything, she could only peek to look down at the cracked and roughed up tan sidewalk and her own feet that were barefoot were crossing along the street. She hated how they stole her boots, those boots had cost a fortune but she was excited about this mission, and she wasn't as scared as someone might think she was. She thought this was the best mission ever, a challenge of survival and because of her slightly insane personality, it was an adventure she was so glad to be in.

She didn't know where the other assassins were, if some where being dragged along with her or if some had escaped or chickened out. She didn't know but as she was halted and she heard doors opening, she was pushed inside and she felt her bare feet touch smooth marble and then a silk rug that she danced across as she walked. Her long black silky hair fell in wavy locks past her forehead and on her shoulders and back as she giggled under her breath. This mission was going to be so amazing. She would then feel herself stopped again and the blind fold was undid and she had wide eyes, staring around a large room with velvet red walls and a velvet red carpet, a few chairs and couches and pillows located across the room. She raised an eyebrow. She saw some chains scattered across the floor, and a few girls cowering behind couches and one male sitting in the chair, a collar around his neck.

She smirked and then looked at the guards with an amused expression but then she made her face go blank, because she knew if she kept smiling about this, they would either just think she was insane or think she was hiding something. She slowly took a seat on the pillows. She figured this room was for the servants and slaves to be in. Perhaps it was for new slaves to be interviewed or looked over? Maybe it was for the slaves to wait to be taken to another room? She didn't know but whatever it was, she stayed silent and waited for something else to happen. Her eyes glanced to the sparkling black doors, wondering if another assassin or servant was going to be brought inside.

Mike hated having his eyes blind folded. Now he understood what blind people have to go through. One of the guards pushed him, saying he was walking too slow. "No need to push." Mike said with a small sigh. "Shut up." the guard hissed. The boy tried not to laugh. Did these guys really think they can scare him. He wondered how much longer he had to go with this blind fold on.

There was a small grin on his face as the guards pulled him to a stop, and the sound of doors opening was heard. Once again they pushed him inside. Mike almost tripped over his own feet but caught himself just in time. When the blind fold finally came off, he gave a small sigh of happiness. The boy looked over, seeing Gemma and gave her a friendly smile. Though at the same time, he made a face seeing a guy with a collar around his neck.

Please tell me I have to have that on... I dont want to be treated as a dog... he mentally thought to himself. Shaking away the dreadful thought he walked over and took a seat besides Gemma, making himself comfortable.

Gemma grinned at Mike as she watched him come through the door and she smiled at him when he sat next to her. "Nervous?" she elbowed him softly with one of her disturbing but sweet smiles. She would run a hand over her collarbone. She was wearing a crimson corset with lace on the top with a bow in the middle, a low cut corset that showed the top part of her large ivory colored breasts and a black skirt that had ruffles and lace on the end and it landed at her mid thighs, so it wasn't considered an extreme mini skirt but it certainly wasn't a knee skirt. She had black lace gloves on and she sat still as she waited for anyone else to come through the door. She smiled slightly again, since the guards weren't here and a few of the other servants gave her an odd look, like 'Why the hell is she smiling? She should be scared to death.' Gemma shook her hair around so it stayed setting on her back and over her shoulders softly.

"Me? Nervous? I dont think so." he said with a small grin. "Well.... I guess maybe a little. I dont feel like becoming a vampire's pet." he said referring to the guy with a collar around his neck. He looked back at the guards and flashed them a small grin. They glared at him as if ready to throw him out the window. Mike looked away with a small chuckle, "What do you know I already made friends." he said with a hint of sarcasm.
Mike smoothed out his shirt, fixing the collar. "Well... how are you feeling?" he asked with a small yawn. The couch was actually pretty comfortable. "Hmmm I wonder when I'll be able to see the vampires..." he muttered.

Midnight sighed again feeling herself zone out in her lapse of boredom. Only held back by the comfort of the dagger at her mid back, comforting her that soon all the vampires would die at her hand. Or her dagger to be more specific. Groaning softly to herself and sighing not from boredom but more content. "Glorious..."

Jerking violently as one of the vampires slapped her on the back of her head. "Be silent." His voice seemed forced, strained almost and that thrilled her to no end. Midnight blamed it on her blood, hoping that he had been forbidden from drinking her. So that he had to suffer silently in his own thirst. Fuming silently as she walked, staying silent as he had ordered. Only managing to think At least I'm not doing grunt work.

Scoffing as she was led into a long stone corridor, looking around disliking the thick air she would be forced into breathing in. Watching the doors rush past as she spotted Gemma and Mike blinking as she turned to go to them, figuring that she would be put with them. Instead the vampire roughly pushed her again laughing this time, at the torn expression on her face. "Nice try. But you have your own place. Someone has been waiting for you."

Midnight shuddered despite herself, holding back a growl as she continued down the hall. Finally getting shoved into a much smaller cell. Slumping into a corner to pout and crack her head against the cold stone, reminding herself just how alone she was in this. "Dammit..."

She grinned at Mike and chuckled lightly, hiding her laughter as the guards glanced at her and shot her a look. She smirked, giggling again. "I'm alright... a bit sore from the shoves and pushes but... this room looks kinda nice, the couch is very comfy." She grinned at him and leaned her head back against the couch.

"You are curious, like me. Doesn't matter which one... our job is what matters." she whispered into his ear, her lips almost touching the flesh of his ear as she giggled and then she looked over at the other servants in the room. The male with the collar was scratching his head and he looked uncomfortable in the collar. "That collar is quite heavy... I'm sure you'd like amazing in it." She winked at Mike and then she went quiet, giggling slightly before the silence was floating around the room.

[Let's wait a bit for some others to post their entrances into the roleplay :p]

The melody of fate played it's discordant sonata,a symphony that threatened to drive it's listener insane, although some would argue he was nearly there to begin with. After all he was in the palace ground following some half baked plan that involved servitude to a family of vampuric royalty. Servitude in the name of The Triple goddess Morrigan, who did these fools think they where dealing with. He was Ajunta Pall the only man to have conquered Death itself even if that victory had turned bittersweet rather quickly. But a hidden fear had made him agree to the so called plan of theirs, for it was decreed and written by the Fates Ajunta Pall's fall would be as great as his pride had been. That Ajunta the Undying would be erased from history itself when finally he knew defeat. As such he had hunted every single being in existence who could match his skill and power. And promptly sent them to the Realm of the dead with Death's own weapon, The Sickle of Fate.

But as the years turned to decades, as the decades turned to centuries, as the centuries turned to millenniums his fear of dying a unknown, a unborn filled him with nightmares. For his legend had grown to epic proportions, his life had become the stuff of bards tales and near fable. But these fools rushing him down a stone corridor obviously weren't the reading or musical type for they took him to be just another human, albeit they had yet to take his weapons. Not that the fools could, vampires they be but he was Ajunta Pall the Undying a warrior without peer or even equal...At least not yet and hopefully never for his very existence hinged on that fact.

" Slow on your feet mortal aren't you." One of them snarled as his companion barked a harsh laugh which echoed in the stone corridor. Yet another example of their foolishness, Ajunta had not been mortal for 3,000 years. Then again had he ever truly been a mortal, could a mortal even have the strength to wound Death and take from him the Sickle of Fate.

But the pain of the arrow that had first sent Death his way haunted his dreams, the feel of it tearing through his flesh, the sensation of hot slick blood pouring across his chest. The cold as his life poured upon the ground and the darkness clouding his vision. No Ajunta for all his pride would never claim to have been born immortal.


"Hurry it up we ain't got all day." The man who had snarled added slamming the warrior's back with a spear. Shrugging the blow off with ease Ajunta spoke in reply.


"Time is all we both have fool.....I just have more of it then you." The warrior said fire burning in his emerald eyes, a clear sign of his growing impatience with the plan. Once this was over Ajunta would slaughter each and every single assassin and destroy their order for the crime of making him endure the shame of servitude. He was a warrior not some scullery wench or whore to sell his pride even for greater gains. That he had agreed to in the first place angered him even more. But for all his pride he could not yet bring himself to open conflict with his target. He would first determined their strength then strike. 3,000 years had taught him patience if nothing else and he made full use of that virtue. For death was not so disagreeable to him, merely being forgotten even by history itself. To have his existence denied, history itself rewritten to fulfill his fate of existence denied.


" What the hell does that mean mortal."

" You'll see, oh yes you will see indeed fool." Ajunta said with little reserve, at least he had pride enough left to taunt his enemy if nothing else." I do hope your not as stupid as you look or it will be a rather pointless lesson." This time he did not take the blow but rather caught the shaft of the spear. And with one hand drove it through the snarling one's torso. Even a vampire feels pain of a sorts and so it was this one did." Just lead on and don't pretend your the ones in charge."

They walked behind after that with their spears kept close to their sides.

Minerva smiled as she entered the Red Room or Blood room as some called it.Several guards were behind here awaiting any attacks that might be made at her.She prefered to fight for herself,sadly however a princess wasn't supposed to fight for themselves...they had men to do that.Her piercing gray eyes roamed the room until they settled on a few people speaking to each other.She smiled slightly as she watched them.One of the females seemed quite at ease considering the circumstances...but the male.She liked the male,his aura was that much like a rebellious child.She giggled slightly into her sleeve and a few of the guards raised an eyebrow.She motioned for the guards to follow them as she went to speak with the people."Welcome my lovelies...to my home."Her voice was like a caress, like one speaking to a lover.She sat down on a single black chair and smiled."So....what to do with you....what to do...hmmmm....first off...you two give me your names and the name of the girl in the cage and I will give you mine."She said sweetly as she tapped a pale finger against her chin.

"Hmmm they both smell nice.I wonder which I will pick for my own...decisions decisions" .

Mike chuckled, but his face fell into a frown when she commented about the collar. "Oh come on... seriously?" he muttered with a roll of his eyes. Mike stopped talking as someone walked over to them. He tilted his head and stared at the lady for a second. One of the guards gave him a look, telling him to show respect. "Uh.. sure.. my name's Michael Trevino... but just Mike is fine with me." he said ignoring the guard. He scratched the side if his head raising an eyebrown. "By the look of the guards.... it seemed like she was someone very important.
Mike smirked when he thought he knew the answer.

Gemma grinned at Mike and then she looked at the lady with a smirk and she sat upright. "I'm Gemma V... I prefer to give only my first name, which I do hope is alright with you." She said, her eyes glowing like sapphires, like blue moons as her skin seemed to glow as well. She would glance at the guards like Mike and her interest peaked at his woman and her hands rested calmly in her lap as she leaned her shoulder against Mike's slightly. Was it out of fear? Protectiveness? Who knows. Gemma was so unpredictable.

Minerva smiled and leaned on her elbow still watching them."Pleasure to meet you both...I am Minerva Dementia.Now my next question .....do you all know what will happen to you as of right now?"She smiled slightly and her fangs showed beneath her crimson lips.This was all merely a way to pass time for her.If she wanted she could have snapped both of these humans necks before they even uttered a word.However she was interested.Why were they both smiling.They weren't afraid of her like most humans were, they seemed very calm as well.She sniffed the air slightly and smirked as she awaited their responses

Mike tilted his head, "Becoming a slave to a vampire? Yes I know.. unless you're planning something else." he answered. He had noticed Gemma leaning against him, but didnt comment about it. He didnt mind it either. It seemed like she was the vampire princesses he was supposed to work for. Mike yawned once more. He hardly got any sleep yesterday. Rubbing his eyes he looked back at Minerva once more."

I walked, then was forced to a near run by the impatient guards. I remained quiet, causing no trouble. I felt the reassuring weight of my daggers hidden in my jogging pants, since they has taken my soft boots. They gripped my arms painfully, as if making up for the fact that they couldn't tell me to shut up, because I was already quiet. The blind fold was also rather tight around my face and I growled softy under my breath, knowing that my wolf form could take them both down. It was a mistake because the guards heard and squeezed my arms all the tighter, barely keeping themselves in check over their non resistant prisoner. They roughly pulled the blind fold off and led me through a series of corridors before shoving me into a room where I supposed the other slaves were kept. I ignored everyone there and, not giving them a second glance, moved silently to the other side of the room, seeming to almost glide across the floor.

Rain stared at the ornate room in which she had been shoved. Her assignment had been infiltrate the Vampire's city, and take down the Prince and Princess, under the giuse of being a servant. But when she had got here, the Vampires had told her that she was meant to be directly undr the Prince, Gideon.

That'll make my job that much easier...She thought to herself. However, in the back of her mind, she'd rather have worked for the princess...but that was beyond her control. She would work for the Prince, and take him down, leaving the Princes for the others. If she needed help, she would get it...but from what she had heard, the Princess was way more dangerous than the Gideon.

Just as Minerva was about to speak one of the guards approached her and knelt down as a way of respect, keeping his eyes away from hers."My lady, we were told that you hadn't drank much today.A nobleman however has chosen to give you one of his human slaves and...."He stopped right as Minerva looked at him placing her cold pale hand under his chin lifting his face up so that he would look at her."Do you...not see I am in the middle of a conversation?Does it appear that I look hungry at the moment?"She said softly, her hand now softly caressing his cheek.The guard shivered and then shook his head."N...No my Lady,it doesn't."He whispered.She smiled and a fierce glint shone in her eyes as her nails slowly began to cut down his cheek rather deeply.The guard winced but other the that did not move."So when I am hungry...I will drink...for now do not presume to tell me when I should drink and when I shouldn't....alright?"SH smiled as she retracted her now bloody hand away from her guards face.His wounds were barely starting to heal as he bowed once more and walked away.She turned her attention back to Gemma and Mike."Guards....so replaceable...so annoying."She said laughing slightly as she admired her blood stained hands.

Gemma tilted her head as she watched and her eyes seemed to gleam at the sight of it. "How interesting." she said with an insane grin and she twitched slightly in her seat, running a hand through her hair and she glanced over at the male sitting in the chair with a collar around his neck. He was watching with wide eyes and he licked his lips, twitching all over his body. She saw scars and bites along his legs and along his throat and chest. Her face went slightly pale as she raised an eyebrow and looked at Minerva. "My lady... I've noticed some servants enjoy the sight of abuse?" she asked with a brave and slippery tongue, a smirk tugging at her lips but she held it back and giggled a bit under her breath.

Minerva chuckled and then pointed a finger to another servant who came running with a bowl of fresh water.Minerva placed her bloodstained hands inside of the cool water and washed before replying."Yes, he wanted to be here.Quite a few of these people chose this lifestyle...masochists mostly.I can understand them..wanting the pain...wanting to feel something."She said as her eye grew soft at the thought.She shook her head lightly and then dabbed her hands in a black towel the servant had brought as well before dismissing her."So ....if you had a choice....which one of the royals would you choose to serve under?My brother? Or me...."She smiled as she spoke clearly interested in hearing the females answer.

Gemma thought for a moment and then a smile came upon her lips, a twisted smile as she glanced at Mike and then back at the princess. "Haven't thought about it much, actually. I was more interested in this beautiful room, I find it... odd but... interesting you place your servants, who are thought to be low but important at the same time, in such an elaborate and elegant room to wait to be placed. My first thought was a cell perhaps, a dungeon of some sorts? I suppose I was wrong then. I just find it interesting is all." Gemma said with a smile.

Minerva chuckled and leaned back on the black chair ."Well...say you were a police officer....an investigator any of the sort.When your interrogating someone or you have a hunch about them....sometimes it's good to have a pleasant environment in which to discuss certain things.It makes them more relaxed..and thus able to give information more easily.If I had you sitting in some awful dungeon your first impression of me would likely be that I was cold...made of stone much like the dungeon itself.However in this room...the lighting is soft, the rooms are a nice crimson color, and I would imagine that's way you are much more relaxed then if I had put you in some musky little cell.Am I correct?"She said after finishing her explanation.She smiled slightly although one could tell that this wasn't perhaps...her true smile.

Mike thought about Minerva's first question. "Well.. I too have never thought about that. As long as I get to..." kill you would have been his real answer, but he stopped himself. "I guess I'm fine with either." he answered instead. At the princess's second question, his face grew quiet serious. "It wouldnt matter where you put us... all vampires are cruel creatures.." he muttered under his breath. He didnt care if she heard it or not, to him, vampires were nothing but cold-hearted creatures that fed on blood. "However, yes I do feel a lot more relaxed here instead of being in a dungeon." Mike said looking around the room. Indeed, this place was a lot more nicer than a dungeon.

I watched the princess speak to a couple fellow assassins, though I couldn't remember their names. Interested, I walked to the other side of the room, playing with my long dark hair, pretending to be nervous. In all reality, I was not nervous. I was excited to be given the oppertunity to kill vampires. It what I had trained for. I sat down the very edge of the couch they occupied and smiled softly to myself. The guards eyed me suspiciously, not trusting the quiet one.

Minerva chuckled slightly at Mike and her eyes grew softer...something that rarely happened.Several guards and servants made a surprised look and watched the princess."Yes....we are cruel...some more then others.We are soulless being....with no chance of redemption.Is it our fault...however that we are like this? Is it a bird fault that he was born a bird? A butterfly's that they were born a butterfly.No....it's not....but people tend to rarely think of these things."She turned her head upward towards the ceiling and smiled sadly before leaning towards the man named Mike's ear and whispering."Do you think....If I had a choice I would born this way...to be imprisoned in my own home....to be looked at like I'm a doll on display?"She said softly before turning away and smiling.

Gemma had listened carefully but she hadn't answered any of Minerva's questions. "So... when do you think, your highness.. when do you think we will be placed? I'm... most excited to see who I'll be serving." she smiled insanely at the princess as she licked her lower lip, leaning back against the couch as she glanced at the servants cowering in the corner. She giggled slightly, and she knew her behavior would probably make vampires avoid her. A servant who had a twisted smile and psychotically cheerful behavior? That was just not normal, and it wasn't common.

Frost decided to stay in the shadows for a while. He watched the princess. He couldn't belive that he had been gone for 2 years. It felt good to be back in the land of his kin. He took out a card from the deck. 5 of Spades. That could mean trouble in the future. But for the moment there was no need for concern. He looked at the people again. Maby they hadn't noticed the cold aura yet. He wanted to stay in the shadows for now and watch. He had watched for 2 years in the land of the man. Watched and played. For that was what he did best.