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I'm glad you like it :) so did you want to do doubles?
I'm really not good at doing doubles because I like to focus on one character, but I can if you want :) It may take me more time to reply, but it's up to you ;)
I'm fine with not doing doubles. I agree that I can put better detail into one charscter's perspective. Now, who did you have in mind as a character? Did you want to be a supernatural or a human? Which gender? Age idea?
I wouldn't mind being the human, but I could do the supernatural as well. As far as gender, I'm usually pretty good with being the guy, but if you don't mind I kinda wanted to do a human girl. But if you prefer girls and are better at playing them, I understand ;) As far as age, if I played a human somewhere in the high teens and a supernatural, well, I guess older than that haha
I've been guys for most of my roleplays in suerpnatural. For some reason when I try to be a girl, it seems odd now. I feel like I should be a girl, but I'd prefer to be a guy.. It's very confusing >_<
Nah I getcha hahaha that's what's happened to me, so I mean if you want you can be the girl, but I'm honestly like kinda interested in making a girl charrie lol. It's up to you :)
Alright then :) I'll let you have your girl character. You seem nice, and I like your username by the way.
Haha thank you :3 it's what I kept telling myself during NaNoWriMo ;) And ok I'll make my character tomorrow because I have to get off now. Ttfn!
Ok so who wants to make their charrie first? And btw, your profile pictures is beautiful :3
I'm glad you like it :) And I can make mine if that's alright with you
Name: Gender:
Sexuality:
Real Age and Looks:
Appearance:
Distinct Markings:
History:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Other:
^ Just a template to help get you started :)
Name:Aim ColemanGender:Male
Sexuality:Straight
Real Age and Looks: Aim appears to be 19 years old when he is actually 319
Appearance:
Hair Color: Dark brown with blonde high lights
Eye Color: Red with black slits in the center of the iris
Height: 5’11
Distinct Markings:
Demon Appearance:
History: Aim was born into a family of humans. No one knows how it was possible for a demon child to be born from the womb of a mortal woman. The day Aim was born, he opened his eyes for the first time, and they were blood red. Aim’s mother feared for her life and her husband’s so they took their child to the church. The priest there only confirmed their fears that Aim was anything but human. He instructed them to keep the boy’s true nature a secret from him and teach him how to be a normal human child. Aim was given his name after his parents’ visit with the priest since he was supposed to ‘aim’ to be a normal human.
Growing up for Aim meant having being told lie after lie about why he was the way he was. He would constantly wake up in the morning and see his red eyes looking back at him. He was told that he had a rare eye disease that caused his irises to be an abnormal color. Aim would find himself drawing pictures of shadowy creatures that had black hair and red eyes. He was told that he had a vivid imagination and needed to keep his head in the books instead of in the clouds. Aim became quiet after he had been constantly told by his parents how normal his strange behavior was. He didn’t want to tell them anything anymore.
The Supernaturals came to his parents’ house one night, and they wanted Aim. His mother and Aim were in the kitchen when there was a loud knock on the door. Aim’s father walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole to see who it was. When he turned back to meet the gaze of his wife and son, his face was chalky white and his eyes were impossibly large. He immediately told his wife to go hide with their son in the closet up stairs. Aim wanted to ask what was going on, but he didn’t get the chance to since his mother grabbed hold of Aim’s hand and lead him up the stairs hurriedly. The two hid in the closet behind a rack of clothes in eerie silence.
Aim’s mother held her son in her arms and had his head pressed to her chest. She made sure to cover his ears so he wouldn’t hear anything. Aim was able to hear everything though. He heard the frightened but trying to be steady voice of his father, and the impatient and threatening voices of the strangers at the front door. He heard the inhuman language that they used… It was the same one that Aim had been using. Aim’s hand reached for the door knob of the closet but his mother immediately grabbed his hand and pulled it away as if the door knob was actually going to hurt him. “You can’t let those bad people find you, sweet heart,” she said to him fearfully.
Aim suddenly heard the shout of pain from his father, then he heard the faint thump of a body hitting the ground. He could hear the murmurs of his mother sending a silent prayer as a farewell to her dead husband. He heard the shattering and rummaging of their house being raided by the bad people. Aim’s heart pounded out of his chest through it all. Not because he was afraid…He felt his curiosity peak higher than it ever had. He wanted to see who these people were. He wanted to know why his mom and dad were so afraid of them.
The door to the closet they were in opened.
Personality:TBRD
Likes:
-Music
-Knowledge
-Fighting
-Watching Others Suffer
Dislikes:
-Being talked back to
-Waiting
-Stubborn People
-Know-it-Alls
-Mortals
Strengths:
-Good control of anger
-Open Mind To New Ideas
-Demonic Abilities
-Intimidation Over The Weak
Weaknesses:
-Being reminded of his human parents
-Over confidence
-Not the type to do favors
Other:I’m more than pleased with his history
Ooh thank you for the template! So ok, should my character be a human, or what? How is this working, because I'm trying to get her personality down.
I think she should be human, and as far as personality goes, I can see one of two personalities for her: She could be a stubborn and rebeliious human that refuses to give into the power of Supernaturals or she could be an innocent and frightened human that will give into the Supernaturals because she doesn't want to die.
Hmmm I think stubborn, but she's in the Supernatural place because her dad sold her for more drug money...yeah....I'm getting a history together now XD thanks! Character incoming in a few. (because it takes time to create something amazing! lol)
Now you're getting it ^_^ good luck in creating your character and you're welcome.
Name:
Aislynn (Lynn) VilmanGender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Real Age and Looks: 17 and looks 17 because she's human.
Appearance:
Clothing (general idea)
Distinct Markings:
Her sharp blue, almost unreal blue, eyes.
Snuck a tattoo under her dad's from her friend's parlour who gave it to her for free. It's on her right shoulder.
History: Ashlynn's history could be easily told in few words. All she has to say is that her father is Lukas Vilman, and everyone will understand. But, to know about Ashlynn, first you must know about her father.
Lukas Vilman in his early years was a successful, and very rich, drug lord. He ran a very enterprising underground blackmarket that sold drugs, yes, but also blood slaves to Supernaturals. And right there is the part where Ashlynn's past comes in. Her mother was one of the bloodslaves, and Lukas Vilman decided to have his way with her. After several weeks of nighttime affairs, the young girl finally told her master that she was pregnant, and begged him not to sell her.
Lukas agreed, and nine months later, Ashlynn was born. Two months later, he sold her mother.
Ashlynn never knew who her mother was until she was twelve, when she was reading through her father's business journals one night. She was never allowed to look through them, which of course was why she was reading them.
Angry at her father, she confronted him with her knowledge of the news, and right then was when her life changed. No longer was she the daughter of Lukas Vilman, living and spending her days with him. She was the daughter of a bloodslave, and as such, of no connection to him. He completely turned his back on her, except to give her errands to run and some of the hardest work in his drug business.
Her life was like that, running from place to place with deliveires, packaging and loading the shipments, until she was fifteen. Then, Lukas Vilman became addicted to the very drug he was selling. With his addiction came his loss of his sense of business, and several months later his business collapsed.
Now, two years later, almost all his wealth is gone, as he used it to feed his addiction. When he hit rock bottom, the Supernaturals, remembering that he was once one of their best bloodslave dealers, came to him with an offer. Ashlynn was in the yard when they came, and she threw a rock at one of them, swearing at them and calling them the monsters that they were. Blaming them for the loss of her mother.
She didn't listen to the deal her father made. Her father sold her to the Supernaturals for more drug money, and the next thing she knew, she was told that in a week she had to go to the Supernatural's home of her own accord, or be forcibly taken.
Personality: Tough, strong-willed, and determined. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, no matter what she might have to say. Can be very blunt, and swears like a man. She's got a smoky sounding voice that can either be rough and hard to make her sound tough and strong, or low and smooth, to make her sound alluring and seductive. She uses her voice a lot to switch to different types of personalities whenever the mood strikes her, or as a part of one of her many disguises. She can imitate expressions and voices of many people, and often uses that to mock them.
She's a fighter, doesn't give up hardly ever, and usually wins the brawls that she gets into. Or, at least, comes out somewhere near the top. She isn't afraid to fight dirty, since she fights to win.
She is very sarcastic, and almost always has a scathing remark ready for someone. She can come across as mean and uncaring, but really she's just trying to protect herself. It's hard being a young girl, alone, in the world now, and so she does the best she can to keep herself safe.
On the flip side, she can also be an unfailingly loyal friend, sticking even to the point of death. But, since she doesn't have very many friends, actually none at all, no one really knows this side of her. It may take a long while for someone to earn her respect and friendship, but once that person does, they will have gained a friend worth having.
Likes:
-running
-things that make her feel strong, like working hard or being able to lift heavier things
-sunsets
-darkness, because she feels like it can hide her, turn into something different
-fresh baked bread
Dislikes:
-very loud noises
-the smell of alcohol
-being told what to do; ordered around like a slave
-being treated like a nobody, or worse, a girl who can't handle herself
-Supernaturals
Strengths:
- She's always been outside doing hard work, so she's pretty strong from that
- Likes to run, so has good stamina
-She can throw a pretty damn strong punch
-She's pretty good at figuring things out, seeing past lies
Weaknesses:
-She hates seeing blood. It's one of her weirdest things, since she is no stranger to seeing blood, but it still gets to her
-Copper. The smell of it reminds her of blood. And, she also hates metal things
-Talking about herself
-She has a habit of just running instead of staying and seeing what happens. She runs from a lot of her problems
Other:
TBRP'd
Thank you! :3 I'm now working on personality, history, so I'll notify you when I'm done ;)
Bleh. My mind just went Poof fizzle for this character. I promise I shall finish her tomorrow though.
Don't worry about it. You can take as much time as you need :)
I just have the history left to do, and then I shall be done XD
*waves a flag with your name on it* You can do it! ^_^
*flexes hands and cracks fingers* I shall!
Dooonnneee!!!!! It is finished! *slumps back against chair*
*fans you with the folder containing my character's profile* You did a great job :)
Thank you! *enjoys the nice breeze* So, who shall start?
I have to go for a short while. If you're willing to wait, I could start.
I'm willing to wait ;) take all the time you want ;)
If there would be one word to describe the castle where the Shadowtakers lived in, it would be classic. It was meant to stand taller than any of the other buildings to symbolize that the Shadowtakers, along with the Supernaturals, were higher and more powerful than any human in the world. It was medieval on the outside, and the inside was just as much plus some modern additions. The walls were made of stone, and the columns that touched the ceiling to the floor were carved ornately depicting images of the war against the humans along the base of each one. The lanterns that lined the walls were electrically powered, and the books that filled the library dated bate to BC. This place were past met the present was where humans were brought to stay and be made slaves. It would be the place of their rebirth as something less than human, and it would be where they would die.Aim's most recent human slave had gone 'missing', and he was ready to come by a new one. The castle was to be gifted with a new shipment of humans today, and Aim wanted to have first choice to ensure that he wouldn't be displeased with his slave this time. The old fashioned horse-drawn cart that carried the slaves in the back drove toward the castle. The slaves, Aim understood, were from all corners of the country. He also knew that the slaves would be chained and they would be blindfolded. Fear was better instilled into one's heart when one was stripped of their vision. Aim could admire the slaves more freely this way and not have to meet the gaze of any one of them.
(Urgh I have to go now. That is an amazing post btw, and I shall try to do my best to do something as equally amazing haha but I shall be on later :P)
Ashlynn was muttering dark curses against pretty much anything, everything, and everyone in the world as the horse-drawn cart rattled forward. She clenched and unclenched her hands in their rope bindings, wishing she at least could see where she was going. She knew where she was going, of course, the twice-cursed spawn of hell that people knew as Supernaturals told her that. She'd been given a week to come of her own will. Naturally, her will was to tell them in the worst way possible that she didn't care anything about that. She tried to run away, but apparently when you were sold to the Supernaturals you couldn't get far. She'd been captured just inside the city walls, and even though she'd fought with everything she had, Ashlynn had eventually been overpowered.
The cart suddenly came to a lurching halt, and Ashlynn felt herself being yanked forward. The chain around her neck didn't help her keep her balance, and she stumbled to her knees, taking down several others with her as well.
"Get up," someone barked, kicking her not so gently in the side.
Ashlynn told the person to go do something anatomically impossible to themselves, baring her teeth in a fierce growl. The retort only earned her another kick, and the presence of a heavy hand on her shoulders lifting her to her feet.
"Let me go you sick, twisted, son of..." her shouts echoed around her, bouncing off stone.
Wonderful, she thought as she continued to yell, I'm in the freaking Supernatural hell-hole now.
Aim stood toward the back of the castle where the cart had pulled up. Coming by human slaves was as common as breathing in this castle now, yet it was still not proper to have the sight of them being dragged against their will in front of everyone. Aim had to admit that the Shadowtakers were hypocrites for that much.When the first of the slaves were walked in, he could already hear the commotion from one of the slaves who he couldn't see. The slaves were walked into the castle in a single file line one at a time. Each one had a destroyed look in their eyes. Aim wasn't the best judge of character, but he didn't need to be one to know that those who were saddened and broken would be the easiest to make slaves. And therefore, the less entertaining to watch suffer.
Aim finally saw the girl who had been the source of the commotion. His lips curved upward at the corners when he saw her. She wasn't broken. And it looked like she wouldn't let it happen to her willingly.
All the slaves were lined up then stood side by side before Aim. Aim walked up to the first slave, then to the next. When he stopped in front of the girl who was shouting, he stood there for longer than he had made it a habit to do for a measley human.
( I'm sorry. Yesterday kept me busier for longer than I originally thought, and today left me tired. I'm awake now. )
(Nah that's ok. And I'm sooo sorry but I'm going to watch a movie now so I'll reply tomorrow. But I'll be on for a few hours tomorrow.)
Ashlynn struggled and kicked and yelled curses as she was dragged firmly into a line with the other slaves. Her blindfold was still on, and she wished desperately that at least they'd take it off soon. She hated not seeing where she was, where things were. But she knew that that was the exact reason she was blindfolded, and so she decided to just fight doubly harder because of it.She was still fighting when she felt someone standing in front of her. Without even thinking about if she'd get killed or not for doing this, hell she'd rather be killed then spend her life as a slave, she spat in front of her. She didn't hear her spit hit the ground, so she was pretty certain that it had landed on a Supernatural.
(( To quote Tom Hiddleston from the new Thor movie: "I like her". ;) ))When Ashlynn had spat at Aim, it had landed on his face. One of the guards who was in charge of the slaves' behavior suddenly walked over to Aim and stood beside him. The guard's hand immediately outstretched and he slapped Ashlynn hard enough to make the other slaves beside her scuffle since they were all attached to the same chain. "Insolent little filth!" the guard shouted then he raised up his hand again.
Aim's hand whipped out faster than an eye could blink and he stopped the guard's hand from hitting her again. "Enough. It's your duty to keep them in line in order for the Supernaturals to chose who would best be our slave. Once we have chosen, they are no longer your responsibity. I chose this one," Aim said.
The guard was caught off guard by Aim's decision but it wasn't his place to question Aim's authority. He nodded his head then he walked up to Ashlynn and unclasped her chain connecting her to the other slaves, then he handed that chain which was hanging losely to Aim.
Aim's hand held onto the end of the chain giving him control of Ashlynn. He tugged on it not too kindly when he lead her away from the slaves and the guards watching them. Some of the other supernaturals were taking notice of this and had decided to come by some slaves of their own.
((I need to see that movie!!!!!!!! but yes!!!!))Ashlynn's head snapped back as the guard, now she knew that it was a guard and not a true Supernatural who'd brought her here, slapped her face. She had more spit and curses ready to fly from her mouth as she straightened clumsily, the chain around her neck hindering her movements, when she heard the Supernatural in front of her speak.
His voice, for it was a male one from the deepness and tone, sounded like shadows come to life. At least she hoped she was right that it was a he standing in front of her. One could never be too certain about Supernaturals. But whatever gender, the Supernatural stopped the guard from beating her.
"Afraid your goods will get damaged?" she snapped, "Let him hit me. I don't care. I'm used to it. What do you care anyway?" she added more, curses in many languages that she had learned, even a few in the original dialect of the Supernaturals.
Let them choke on those, she thought.
But then, the Supernatural chose her. Naturally. She snarled as she felt the guard unclasp the chain from the metal band around her neck, and she was tempted to struggle, when she felt the Supernatural take hold of her chain. She was about to speak again, when he gave it a tug and started moving forward. Which of course, Ashlynn had no choice but to follow. It was either that or be dragged.
"So when are these blindfolds going to be taken off?" she asked, her voice sharp and biting. "Or do we wear them the whole time so we don't have to see your ugly faces?"
"You know I would've always thought that with humans, they would be the ones to hold better respect and hold true to their morals and good habits. One such habit would be to introduce themself to someone new. I can see that you've degraded yourself down to something less than human since you chose to spit in my face like a wild animal," Aim said then he lead her up the grand stair case where most of the Supernaturals had their personal chambers.Her voice could only be described as knives and pens directed at Aim. The words would've cut at him sharply for how crude they were, and if he could read what they had said from a pen, they would surely kill. This was becoming more and more interesting for him.
Once they had arrived on the second floor after using the grand stair case that connected the two floors together, Aim tugged on her leash again pulling her along. "I'm not even sure why you wish to resist me. You're not strong enough to fight me off, and your stubborness is going to be the death of you. You'd have a higher chance of living longer if you just shut up," he said.
Aim's room was one of the last doors at the end of one of the hallways. As he walked with Ashlynn, one of the other Supernaturals eyed the human girl and gave a grin when he saw her on a chain. He grinned revealing his second set of razor sharp teeth, and his gleaming green eyes showed great desire and hunger for what he saw. Aim's own red eyes narrowed at the Supernatural, and a low growl escaped him. 'MINE,' he seemed to say without actually speaking.
The green eyed Supernatural walked off after he got the message.
((Oooh "like" that word description "knives and pens". That's really good! :D))"Nah, you're the ones who live longer," Ashlynn shot back with a fierce grin. "You've got more time to learn all of that. I'm just trying to stay alive, which I'm sorry if that offends you, mister-oh-so-not-human." She was furious at him calling her something less than a human. How dare he say that to her! He wasn't even human himself!! "And last I checked, I'm still a human and you're not, so you're wrong there. You're so busy stuck up in your fancy dark castle that you don't know what it's like to live!"
When Ashlynn got angry, her words came fast and furious and in a great multitude. And, the funny thing was, she hardly swore much when she was angry. She just used biting words to rip and tear, almost like she used her tongue as a dagger to slice. She didn't need foul words for that. Her own were sharp enough.
When she felt the first beginnings of stairs, she paused for a moment, wishing that she could just refuse to be taken any further until her blindfold was removed. Or, better yet, just be released. But she knew that was out of the question, and when the Supernatural tugged her forward once more with a few comments on her attitude, her anger flared once more as she was forced to continue forward.
"Oh, let me see why I should want to resist you," she said, "You just kidnap me after my own father sold me here. Yeah, I'm going to fight against that, screw living. I'd rather die than be some hell-spawn's slave!"
When she heard the growl next to her though, she instinctively grew quiet. Maybe the Supernatural was going to take her up on her words, just kill her and be done with it. She braced herself for pain, for being attacked, but after a moment left and there was none, she was confused.
(( 'Knives and Pens' is the title of a song by Black Veil Brides. I figured that the description would be, fitting, for this roleplay. ))"I can see why he would want to sell you. You weren't wanted by your own kind, and you've been sentenced to hell here in this castle with my kind. The way I see it, you're just unwanted everywhere, human," Aim said and he almost growled at the word human. The mention of the word human and the thought of them having their freedoms reminded Aim of his own past human upbringing.
Honesty, no matter how much it would hurt someone, was the best policy. The honest truth as to why Aim went to the Supernaturals that night was because he felt like they were more of his family then his own parents. The honest truth as to why he himself killed them to prove his loyalty to them was because he was afraid of dying by the Supernatural hands, and he'd hated his parents for lying to him that he was normal.
This girl was as honest as Aim, and the reason that he chose her was because he wanted to see how far she would go to hold onto that piece of her and not break.
Aim finally arrived at his room. He opened the door then he walked inside and pulled Ashlynn in after him. He closed the door to his room after ward, then he found himself standing before Ashlynn. It wasn't as close as he was earlier when she spat at him, but it was close enough to where he could still see the pulsing vein in her throat that showed that she was alive.
For now.
"Like it or not, this is where you'll be living. You will live to serve me, and only me. You will live as a slave, and you will live until I alone decide that it is your time to die. You will have no say in what I do to you, and what I use you for," Aim said and while he had been saying this his free hand that wasn't holding the end of her chain snaked up the metal and found her collar around her neck.
His cool fingers brushed against her skin slowly. He was marveling at her like a blind artist would marvel at a sculpture that they couldn't see. They could only feel.
"My father is not my whole kind," Ashlynn said, "And I may be in hell, but you can sure bet I'm not one of the damned like you. I've got a death coming my way, while you, you're cursed to live forever."But, his words about not being wanted anywhere struck her, even though she didn't show it one bit. They struck her because they were true. Her father didn't want her. He'd sold her. No one had fought for her when she was sold, she knew no one that would miss her. No one wanted her.
She didn't care much; she'd learned not to. She'd learned to smash her feelings up and keep them bottled tight. The softer ones that was. Her anger and tongue, she let have free rein.
The Supernatural pushed her into a room, and she heard the door close. She felt him coming closer though, and she instinctively backed up against the wooden surface of the door, feeling the hard wood through her thin shirt against her back.
He began to speak about how she would serve him, what her tasks were as a slave. It was simple, she only had to do whatever he told her.
"Like hell," she retorted, wishing her blindfold was gone so she could glare at him, see his cursed face and curse him as she looked at him. She didn't like feeling helpless, like now. "You picked someone who's going to give you as hard a time as she can, and the only way to stop her would be to kill her or..." she suddenly froze as she felt his fingers come up against her metal collar.
She had been about to say that he could just let her go and go find a more willing slave, but her words choked up in her mouth under his touch. She stiffened involuntarily, holding her breath as she felt his fingers move from the metal collar to against her skin. His skin was cold and smooth, and she stifled a shudder.
Suddenly she jerked away with a sharp curse, growling at him.
"Keep your filthy hands to your own kind!" she snapped, scooting away to the end of her chain. "I'm not your human whore, and if you touch me again, I'll fight. Fight to where you'll have to kill me to stop."
Tabi {Don't think~Just write~Tell a story} wrote: "(?)"
"Killing you would be too easy, and it wouldn't bring any sense of pleasure. You seek for a way out of this place, and the only way you're going to get out is in a body bag. I can't possibly let you leave so soon when you've just arrived," Aim said with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when she scooted away from him. "I won't kill you to make my point. I'm going to break you, in many different ways," he said.His head tilted to the side as he watched her expression on her face contort and show hatred for the creature who was holding her here against her will. He chuckled a low chuckle making his chest rumble. "If I could place my hands on one of my own kind, believe I would, but I can't. My kind doesn't entertain me or fascinate as me as much as your kind does," he said.
The ultimate truth about this human was that, even if she, miraculously, got away from this castle, she had nowhere to go. Her own father, the last of her family, had sold her to the Supernaturals. The last of the humans hiding out in the city were being hunt down and were either being executed, or being brought to one of the many castles where the Supernaturals lived.
Aim's last slave was under his care for less than three monthes, and since she, mysteriously, vanished, Aim hadn't had the chance to feed from a human in so long. To say that he was some sort of vampire was an insult. Demons fed on the souls of the human and savored their most strongest of emotions and memories. This girl would be quite a treat for him.
His hand that was holding her chain connected her collar let the metal links fall from his grasp and clatter onto the ground.
He would need both of his hands for this.
Aim's hands suddenly grabbed hold of Ashlynn's hands and brought them above her hand. He held them both above her head, but low enough to where his forearms touched her hair. His lower body pinned her lower body in place. His thighs pressed against her's not too kindly.
"Do yourself a favor, and scream when it hurts," Aim said then his eyes looked past her blindfolded eyes to the throbbing vein in her neck. His teeth suddenly fastened onto it tightly, and with his canines latched in place, he bit her, and her emotions and memories flooded into his mind. Her hatred and disgust for him filled his body with pleasure.
