Hunter (2015-08-12 06:43:01)

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//Okay, so this is a Vampire Roleplay with romance. No, it won't be like Twilight, I promise. I hope you all enjoy and just to warn you... there will be detailed violence, gore and some slight sexual content. It won't be explicit, but there will be minor references.

Here is just a little backstory on our heroin Damien.
"I suggest you stay out of my way..."

Name: Damien Onyx Foster
Age: 23 Years Old
Gender: Male
Eyecolor: Primary: Silver Secondary: Crimson
Haircolor: Black
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 156Ibs
Race: Caucasion/White
Species: Vampire/Demon (Some cases being human)
S/O: Straight (In Some Stories, He's Bisexual)
Personality: Serious, Arrogant, Sarcastic, Aggressive

-Physical Appearance-
Body Structure: Mediumly Muscular
Style: Emo/Goth
Tattoos: A skull and crossbows in the center of a rose that rests on his shoulder.
Piercings: Three studs up his ear, usually near the top. Sometimes wearing snake bites on his lips.
Attire: Usually wearing a leather jacket with a skin tight black sleeveless shirt underneath. Dark blue washed jeans, chains looped on his right hip. He wears black combat boots, hiding a knife in them.

--Backstory--

Due to a price of his lips sealed about his past, he really doesn't like to talk much about it. Damien
was born on May 7th along with his older brother James. He had a tough childhood growing up which really effected his teen years. At the age of 14, he found out that his parents died in a car crash and that he had to go move into his alcoholic uncle Marty's home. Nights of countless beatings, Damien, at the age of 16, had become emotionless and careless. He was more hostile and aggressive due to his anger towards his uncle. In school, he was feared by many if not all of the students. Getting into constant fights and even sneaking alcohol and smoking on property, Damien was suspended from school for atleast 26 times. The jock and preps were the majority of the students he had a problem with. Girls would fall to his feet since he was the bad boy every girl would want in their dark fantasies, but he really caste them all aside except for a few he has met. A few really had an effect on him while others.. Not so much. Deep down, Damien was broken and alone. His tough outer shell was just a mask to hide how he really is.
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Starter:

Damien pulled his leather jacket up over his shoulders as rain started to pour from the city skies. His silver eyes scanned the area. He didnt see any pedestrians besides him at the moment, he couldnt blame them with the rain. Damien reached into his pocket and gripped onto the carton of cigarettes before pulling it out of his pocket like a hook pulling a fish out of the water. After popping a cigarette in his mouth, he lit the rolled tobacco and inhaled the toxic fumes. Damien was heading home after a long day at his job as an artist. He loved to draw and paint. His job was fun for the most part. Alot of people would buy his work online and some locally. He was tired and a little dirty of charcoal. He liked the feel of rain hit his skin. He arched his neck back and slightly parted his lips, fangs protruding from the soft nerves of special flesh. The cold water was just what he needed.

As he started on his way back, he passed by the local pub. Much tempted to go in and buy a drink, he shook his head and ignored the need; He needed to get home. Continuing on his merry way, he stuffed his hands in his pockets with his cigarette clenched between his teeth. As the night grew to a dead silent, he sensed that something was wrong. He held his breath and looked around the area he was in.

"Stop it! Let me go!!" A fragile little voice screamed from a nearby back alley. Noted that it started him, Damien jolted his head in the direction of the yelp. "Shut up, you stupid ! Just give me what I came for." Another voice rang.

Damien was a little resistant. What was in it for him? Besides blood, it was absolutely nothing. He sighed. The thought of leaving a girl to be...ripped away from her virginity felt wrong regardless. Damien bit his lip and reluctantly followed the voices down the alley. It was dark and almost disturbing in the back alleys of Andover. He stopped dead in his tracks to the duo. The bastard was feeling the poor girl up. Groping her breasts with his filthy hands, it made Damien sick. He crossed his arms and plastered on a smirk.

His breathed in another breath of the toxic fumes. Staring over at the helpless girl, he held a finger to his lips. He didnt want her to give him away. His meal stiffened as his muscles tensed. "Hey!" He growled, his deep voice bellowing. He swore he saw the girl jump. "Leave her alone before I make you."

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2015-08-12 06:44:19

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LolStarr (2015-08-16 08:24:30)

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[Info]
Name: Xenón Torres
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Auburn
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124
Race: Puerto Rican
Species: Vampire/Demon
S/O: Homosexual
Personality: Out-going, overconfident, his mouth doesn't have a filter( doesn't know when to shut up )

[RP]

Xenón was running down the wet streets, he had his jacket over his head since it didn't have a hoodie to cover him from the rain.

He heard yelling voices andnstopped running. The voices sounded echoed so he guessed they came from an alley. He now walked and peaked in alley ways before crossing infront of them until he looked in and saw 3 figures. He jumped back and slowly looked back in the alley.

He didn't know why but he enjoyed watching these things, even if he knew it was wrong. He saw a man holding a woman and a brunette dude standing infront of them. Xenón's heart raced in the excitement of what might happen next.

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ConnorRonnoc (2015-08-16 22:58:51)

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hahahahaahahahahahaha did you seriously put trigger warnings

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Destroiya (2015-08-17 18:00:36)

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Oh gosh. I wonder what happens if triggered.

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rememberme (2015-08-21 20:08:21)

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Name: Ana Fang Kender
Age: 16 Years Old
Gender: female
Eyecolor: Primary: dark brown Secondary: blood red
Haircolor: Dark red
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 ibs
Race: White
Species: Vampire
S/O: Bisexual
Personality: one for the hottiest.
(feeds on hot men)

(RP)
Ana walked along the wet side walk, no Jacket, or hoodie of any sorts, no just the rain pouring down her long shimmering hair,

Ana shivered in pleasure as she continued walking,
She heard the muffled voices in the alley way.
Her eyes flashed a bright red, as she ran towards the alley way.
"5 seconds that's a personal record" She said herself quietly.

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