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The Secrets of the Letters.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby angelwicker on Mon Sep 03, 2007 12:56 am

OOC: This roleplay takes place in a modern day town called Jinklister. The town is pretty average, unless you know its secrets. It used to, and still does, contain many other creatures such as vampire seethes, werewolf packs, witch covens, and many more. Each of those old mysteries and more can still be found, if you only solve their secret.

In this roleplay your character will go to school, and basically live their life. But the fun begins when you recieve a letter, happens whenever you like or i could send you one if you want, but the letter will give you a secret to solve. once you do, the contents of the secret are revealed to you. Say for example, you figure out that the answer to the secret has somethign to do with Vampires. Well then you would be able to see the vampires that walk amongst the townspeople everyday, hidden in glamor. But once you know, or have figured out a secret you can send the letter to others, and let them try to solve it. Letting them see what lives around you. Everyone in town recieves the letters, but nott everyone knows about the secret worlds they live amongst.


Name: Edward Lancaster
Age: 16
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190
Appearance: Shaggy light brown hair that flows to the left and flares at the end. Bright blue eyes, and light freckles.
Personality: Likable, caring, sweet, somewhat attractive in his own way, and smart. Will help when asked and if needed. Honest.
Pets and Family: Cat named Dimetriette and his mother Lyssa. They live in a two story house that has a big attic (thrid floor basically) and a basement. The house has 4 bedrooms and three bathrooms
OOC: I guess I'mbeing pretty in depth today.

Edward was begining to loath the school year thus far. It had only been three days since the start of his junior year at JHS, but it seemed everyone had somethign against him. It was apparent that even though he'd been the "new kid" before, this year people were not going to take a likign to him easily. he'd been nice, friendly, and even tried to be a little less quiet than usual (normally he'd talk kind of loud, and he laughs hysterically with friends, not caring who hears). But it seemed this year would be different. He checked the mail on his way in. His mom, Lyssa, wouldn't be home til after 11 and so he would have the house to himself, though that would be more fun if he had soem firends to talk to, they had not yet gotten their phones in the move, sure they could go buy a new home phone but they hadn't. It only bothered Edward a little, his old friends seemed to be doing just fine without them, and none of them had yet called his cell. Maybe he hadn't been wanted there either. He looked through the mail briefly. Bill, bill, letter for mom, letter for mom---no wait...bill, and...a letter for him.
To Edward lancaster
From TSS Hoping You Will Join


He made to open the letter when his cat, Dimetriette (Dim for short) knocked over a pitcher of tea his mom had left out.

"Dim! Ugh. Get off the counter!" He scooped the cat up in his arms and put her on the floor. Forgetting about the lettr he threw it with the rest and went up stairs after cleaning up.
"If you never pick up the pen, you will never write your story, and thus you will never reach the ending to your story."

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Re: The Secrets of the Letters.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aelita on Wed Sep 05, 2007 10:02 am

OOC: In depth is good. ^^ And so is this rp. It looks like it will be fun.

Name: Sina Zephin
Age: 16
Height: 5'4
Weight: 110
Appearance: Long dark brown hair with red and blonde streaks, layered. Dark green eyes.
Personality: Trust worthy, but not very trusting of others. Nice but on a bad day she can be pretty mean.
Pets and Family: A dog named Beta.

IC:
The school year was nothing that Sina really cared about. Her closest freind moved away and now she didn't look forward to anything. The school was something she went to on a regular basis but she never really gave it any thought to love it or hate it. She did her homework and cleaned up her house afterward all in routine. Her grades were pretty good but she never showed any enthusiasm about anything. Not anymore. The bell rang and everyone got up to leave. She made her way out of the school and down the side walk to her home that wasn't too far away from the school. Sina drew closer to home when her mail box came into view. Going over to it she opened it up, grabbing the mail, then closed it. Heading over to her house she didn't even care to take a peak at the light objects in her hand and sat them down on the kitchen table after she entered the house. Sina then took her things up the stairs and to her bedroom where her dog, Beta, followed her intentively behind her. She let her dear friend come through the door before she shut it and started to work on her homework at her computer desk.

After some time later when she finally finished her homework and started reading a book she had recently gotten the sound of the front door opening and closing was heard under her floor. She ignored it and continued reading until she heard her father calling for her from downstairs. Setting the book aside Sina picked herself up off the floor and out her door. Making her way out down the stairs her father greeted her when she reached the bottom. With a smile he handed her a letter. "Hey hun. This letter was in the pile. It must be from Chyanne." He said with an encouraging tone in his voice. Sina took the envelope and stared at it. "Thank you dad." She said then gave her father a kiss on the cheek before rushing up the stairs and entering her room, accidentally slamming the door behind her. She stared at the envelope again. She couldn't believe that she had gotten a letter from her only friend. It had been months since she moved, why would she be sending a letter now? The only thing was that there wasn't a return address. Sina giggled to herself and shook her head thinking about her forgetful friend. Opening the letter she read the greeting and realized that this wasn't from Chyanne.

"Sina,

The nights are long and the moon is bright. Slitted eyes glow true into the night. Beware of the curse for it can change you forever. Your skin will change when the clock rings true and you will no longer be you. Beware of the hunger and beware of crowded places for the intensity can be overwhelming. Hide from eyes and never let the identity be known to anyone."

Sina read the contents of the letter over and over again. There was no parting sentence or anything to tell her who had sent the letter and for what reason. It was short but it was definitely not simple. The letter confused her greatly and she wondered what it meant. After reading it several times again she finally just sat it down and went to bed. Her dreams that night haunted her. Putting the words repeatedly in her mind. Even in her dreams she tried to piece the letter together but it was hard. The next day her alarm rang loud in her ear and she got up getting dressed then headed to school. Her hair was up in a poney tail this time. Sina entered her first class of the day.

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Re: The Secrets of the Letters.

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Edward assumed his place upstairs. He got on his computer and just kind of sat there. He got on myspace but no one was on; he got on amazon but there was nothing he wanted. It seemed even the internet was against him. Soon his mother arrived with an accidental slam of the frobnt door, waking Edward from his impromptu nap. Lyssa checked the mail, several bills, and a letter for Edward. ""Edward! You have a letter."" She said. After a minute of thinking of who it could possibly be from, Edward just decided to read it.

To Edward Lancaster:

From Dusk till Dawn our breed will strive. Never stopping until You thrive. The myths of reality were sourly created, though with our breed, many are still hated. Teeth and skin, like snow of ice; We may be scary but some can be nice. befriend one of us and you'll live forever. But you'll never escape us, your not that clever. Living in packs or all alone, we roam the earth with senses never could you hone.


It seemed cryptic. He would think about it. He turned it over, the only thing there, in red ink, was a picture of a rose...bleeding it looked like. 'It's was just a stamp,' he thought, brushing the obvious clue aside. He fell asleep that night with dreams of tourtured animals, and women. Twice he awoke and could feel a stinging in his neck. It was a rough night but he had school, and there was no way he was going to be able to pull off the sick-kid-act.

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Re: The Secrets of the Letters.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aelita on Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:37 am

Entering the class, Sina autimatically went straight for the desk she was assigned to and sat down placing her books on the surface and her bag next to her seat. Leaning over, she dug through her bag and pulled out a pincel then sat back up and grabbed her notebook. Sina flipped the book open to a random page and folded the cover behind it. Leaning over her desk she started to draw whatever came to her mind. It was almost as if she was drawing unconciously but yet she was aware of what she was drawing.

The dreams that haunted her the night before became a strange source of artistic urge to her hand and she started to draw some of the features that were in the letter and that she dreampt of. She drew things like a pair of slitted eyes and the moon, and then drew a moon behind a building that the shadow was covering something but the eyes were glowing brightly like a moster. Yet, no one could see the body the eyes belonged to and she still didn't know what it could be. Examining her work for what seemed like ages she finally decided to break her eyes away from the images and down to her watch. It was almost time for the class bell to ring and start the day.

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Re: The Secrets of the Letters.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby tigerz-peace on Sat Sep 08, 2007 5:45 am

OOC: I apologize if you wanted a request to join this forum I just wasnt sure if you did or not, so yeah..

Name: Alura Astarte Lilith Noamah
Age: 16
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Flowing black hair that cascades like a waterfall to the small of her back, with red tips, silver and white-blonde streaks. Her eyes are a soft hazel. She has a few freckles, but mostly her skin is ivory/peach in colour and flawless.
Personality: Alura is the different one. Different name, different appearance, different grades, different friends, different family background and different backyard. She is mysterious and can be a bitch, but thats only because so many are a bitch to her. She is extremely intelligent in most area's, sucks at maths, and enjoys art. She is a compasionate girl, a hopeless romantic at times, and has many dreams and hopes.
Pets and Family: A black Kitten she named simple "Spooky". She lives with her mother Esmerelda, and no one knows if she has any siblings. She lives in a three story house of old english style.


(descriptive, I know, heh.)

IC:
The school day had started out like any other. It was only a few weeks into the school year and she was already sick of it. Alura had never been able to settle in, and that wasnt about to change. She had gotten up extra early that morning, to help her mother, Esmeralda pick some of the herbs that were ready; for that nights circle. This was one of the things that made her different from the rest in the town, She and her mother were Wiccan (neo-pagan nature based religion). There were no other Wiccans that they knew of in the area, so all their pagan contacts were in other countries and states. Alura sighed as she sat in the empty dear room. An early start to the day, and a rushed morning as she struggled to get ready for school on time had left Alura tired and un-focused, and she barely noticed when the rest of the students began to enter the dear room in dwindling, gossiping groups, or when her name was called for the roll. She hardly even noticed the bell go for her first class. Double art, excellent. She could work on her major today, maybe even finish it. Alura stood, lifting her bag onto her shoulder and leaving the room, hurrying down the corridor to catch up with one of her few friends as they left their own dear room.

The day had been long, 5 minutes seeming to be added to every 3. When the bell went, Alura practically flew out of the school as she hurried home at a evenly paced jog. She hoped to get an hour or so sleep before her mother got home from work to begin preparing for the circle. She had already reached the door of her home and was fumbling around in her bag for her key when she remembered it was mail day; and she ran back down the gravel path to the letter box, flipping open the lid and bumping it with her hip - the lid swinging back shut. Having not found her key in her school bag, she reached into one of the many pockets or her camo's and pulled it out, opening the door and entering the cool dimly lit house. It was furnished elegently and simply, and ebony and mahogany seemed to rule the floors and tables. Flipping through the large stack of letters, Alura threw all the ones to her mother on the kitchen bench. There was three for her, two from a couple of their pagan contacts, and one with no return address, and she didnt recognise the writing. Alura shrugged to herself as if that gave an explination and yawned widely. She'd read the letters after she had a sleep, if she read them now she wouldnt be able to concentrate on them. Walking towards the staircase, Alura dropped her school bag at the bottom and went up to her room on the 2nd floor, dropping onto the double bed and falling alseep instantly.


OOC - To save confusion, I believe "dear room" is the equivilent to home room" in America, or something like that? Its just where you hav to go before school day starts to get your namedmarkd off and listen to any announcements, yes?
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Tamara Hale... And It Reeks Of

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Re: The Secrets of the Letters.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby angelwicker on Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:45 pm

Edward entered school the next day, his letter in his pocket it was perplexing him. His first hour was English with his favorite teacher Mr. Meyers. Mr. Meyers gave the class an assignment and it took little time for Edward to finish. He had 45 minutes to try to figure out the letter.

From Dusk till Dawn our breed will strive. Never stopping until You thrive. The myths of reality were sourly created, though with our breed, many are still hated. Teeth and skin, like snow of ice; We may be scary but some can be nice. befriend one of us and you'll live forever. But you'll never escape us, your not that clever. Living in packs or all alone, we roam the earth with senses never could you hone.


He ran over the clues in his head: Breed, could be an animal; from dusk till dawn, nocturnal; teeth and skin like snow of ice, white and no fur; and that was about all he could get. the other clues seemed...a bit off.

Edward looked over the letter again and again, once getting it taken away by a teacher, he was suspected of note passing, he got it back when he said it was a poem. He ran over animals that could apply: albino bats, white owl (do they have teeth?), snow leopard (are they nocturnal?); and everythign he thought of had some sort of contradiction until he heard some kids in the corner Roleplaying in a note book.
"No, the vampires can't do that, remember? We said that they had to...." and Edward quit listening. VAMPIRES! That had to be it! Quickly before he forgot he made to jot it down, he looked on the back of the paper, there were now lines on the back. Edward couldv'e sworn they hadn't been there before but that didn't stop him from writing vampires on the lines. He folded it up and put it in his pocket. He felt satisfied that he'd figured it out. School ended two hours later and Edward began his walk home, and though he didn't know it, his normal walk home would be very UN-normal.

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Re: The Secrets of the Letters.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby tigerz-peace on Thu Sep 13, 2007 2:32 am

Alura rose late the next morning, for the first time she could remember. Her movements were groggy, as if she had only had an hour sleep. True, she had gone ot bed late the night before, but she had had a nap yesterday afternoon. Having planned to only sleep for one hour, she hadnt heard her alarm, and had only woken when the snap of the closing front door had echod throughout the unnaturally quiet house. The circle had gone well, as usual, and had left Alura and her mother quite content. She had stayed up and watched a new release with Esmeralda before going back to bed - for some reason she was utterly exhausted.
Alura sighed as she stared at the white-washed cieling, wondering if it would even be possible to get herself dressed, have breakfast and get to school. Her bed side clock told her it was 8:55. She had 20 minutes to get everything done, and it wasnt gonna happen if she lazed around in her bed all morning.

It hadnt happend. Alura had run out of the house, a piece of toast still in her mouth, hair an unruly mess, and her bag swinging off her shoulder. She had never been late to school, never even missed a day, and she wasnt about to start. Her report cards were immaculate and filled with generous comments, and she prided herself in them. She burst through the double doors of the school entrance just as the bell rang for dear, and Alura weaved through the swarm of students to her dear room. She could put her bag in her locker later, right now she just wanted to sit down and finish the coffee her mother had placed in a flask and given to her as she passed through the front door. As she opened her bag and began rummaging through it, an envelope fell from it, dropping onto the table. It was a plain, cream envelope, with her name and address written on the front in a papyrus font. Alura flipped it over, forgetting her coffee for the time been. There was no return address, and she remembered throwing it on the kitchen bench the previous day. Mum musta put it in my bag for me... The dear room was full of constant, quiet chatter and Alura peeled back the seal of the envelope, shaking the letter from its folds. It was folden thrice, the creases clear in the parchment like paper. The words on the plain paper were vibrant, standing out extremely well, as if they were craving to jump of the page, and the crimson ink they were written in shimmered in the artificial light.
Flickering Flames Burning Bright
In The Maze Of The Night
Where No Mortal Dares To Go
And Any That Do Are Man No More
Seduced By Our Wicked Ways
Is It Mans Heart With Which We Play.
Their Crimson Blood We Devour
Finding It At Our Favourate Hour
Learning to Live, Yet Never To Die
Living To Die, And Yearning To Fly.

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