Darkness Rising

[gagonthis]

OOC: Looking to setup a thread based on magic in the modern world. My initial post is taken from a thread that sort of fizzled out four months back or so, but that I was quite interested in. I'm loking for all sorts of characters, kind hearted wizards, evil warlocks, ignorant normal people, etc. Most anything you can think of goes, just post a bio and go

IC:
The demon turned and opened his mouth, breathing fire at the young man. He was pushed backwards, barely raising his circle of protection in time as the bottoms of his jeans caught fire and his firey red hair was singed. "Christ already. Time out!" He yelled as the demon drew in for another breathe launching another blast of fire, forcing him to duck out of the way. The demon laughed evilly, at least Sharn thought he laughed, the sound that came out sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "I am bound by another to rend the flesh from your bones mortal, but even if I were not so bound I would kill you anyway to harvest your soul." The demon growled and launched himself forward, choosing to abandon his supernatural abilities to tear the youngster apart with his bare hands. Sharn panted, he was nearly out of juice, this fight having drained him. Still he focused all his energy into the ring on his right hand and held it out in front of him, forcing his will into a shield. He cringed as the demon flew towards it.

CRACK! The demon struck the shield and it crumbled instantly as Sharn's concentration was wrenched away by the blowback of magical force. It still saved him though, the demon was blasted backwards twenty feet, landing in a daze. He started to rise, but Sharn was already hoofing it away, as fast as his 5'10 stance would allow. He heard the demon coming at him again, and knew he had to find something to combat him with or he would be dead very soon.

Sharn had been on the run for the past week, ever since he'd defected. He had had enough with the killing. Since he was old enough to remember he had been raised in the manner of evil. Dark ritual marks scarred his body, tributes to the power the Order of Shadows served, the high balor Dravic and his mind burned with the evils he had performed in the demon's name, innocent sacrifaces, drinking the blood of the living, all in the name of power. Sharn had reached his breaking point when the Order had presented him with a means to ultimate power.. through bathing in the blood of infants. They tried to bend his mind to their wills, but he found inner strength and fought them off long enough to escape. Now he was on the run attempting to find safety somewhere, but demons like ole' fire-breath back there weren't making it very easy on him.

He dodged to his left sharply as he felt rather than saw the demon descend on top of where he just was. "Gotta be faster than that!" He yelled, taunting the demon as his emerald green eyes scanned the darkness for anything he could fight with. Sharn was an elemenal warlock, meaning he was one whose magic was of a primarily elemental nature, fire, cold, lightning, earth, that type of thing. Unfortunately Sharn was stunted in his magical development and found the only two elements he had any mastery of were Fire and Cold. This demon was obviously fire based and most likely would resist any attack as such. That left only cold for him to work with. He smiled in triumph as he saw what he was looking for. A large fountain was spouting high dead ahead. He ran for it with all his strength, pulling up just short and turning to face the demon. "I give up! Jesus almighty you're persistent!" He yelled as the demon slowed down, walking towards him tauntingly. "I'm sure they'd rather have me back in one piece right? You don't have to kill me." He kept talking, buying time to gather his strength for his last desperate attack. The demon bared his teeth and Sharn steeled his will, preparing for the creatures attack. "Actually the one whom bound me made no stipulations about bringing you back alive." And with that the demon launched himself into the air, gathering his breathe for another burst of flame as he set his long claws forward to impale Sharn. The young man stood, prepared to meet the assault and at the last possible moment unleashed the power he had gathered, forcing his will into the fountain. Time slowed as Sharn decelerated the molecules in one of the jets of water forcing it into a solid lance of ice that he mentally shoved forward to meet the demon's attack.

SHINK! The icicle lanced upwards, catching the demon under the chin and impaling him straight through the brain as Sharn ducked under its claws, rolling to the side and standing up shaking. The demon hissed and began to smoke, a dark miasma filling the air as the demon was sucked back under. It was impossible to kill a demon in the material world, only banish it back to where it came. Sharn sighed softly realizing he'd just made another enemy on top of the Order in the form of a demon angered at its banishment.

 

[gagonthis]

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[shexay_xx]

Name: Sera
age: 20
sex: female
human
body: slim and toned
hair: a waterfall of yellow waves.

Sera is a normal human, but she has always had a power that she kept hidden from evryone. She could sense magic, she did not know why but whenever a warlock or a demon or any mythical or magical being was close enough she would know. Somehow she could sense certain things about them...a name.. what power they possesed...sometimes even what they felt at that moment. She had no use for this power but she accepted it, like she accepted the sight she'd just witnessed.

A horrific demon being fought by...a man he had such stong power , she gasped as the man impaled the demon with magic, suddenly she realized she was in danger here she was overtaken by her senses not even aware that she was standing on open ground not far from a powerful man...her body was becoming exausted from just watching them, she had not yet learnt how to manage her power so that it did not take strength from her, she gasped and fell hitting the floor with a loud thud as the world sunk into darkness...


Sorry if this isnt very good ! I just love threads like this!

 

[shexay_xx]

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[gagonthis]

Sharn groaned as he forced himself to keep walking, pulling himself along on one leg and a make-shift crutch. The first demon had been tiring enough to fight off, but Sharn didn't expect to face a full blown member of the Order immediately afterwards. It had taken the last of his will to survive the fight, finally escaping by grabbing onto the side of a moving truck as it whizzed by after having his leg broken in what he could tell was at least two spots. The speed of the truck had dislocated his shoulder when he grabbed on, but at least he was still alive. He quickly passed out in the bed of the truck, thankful he still had a little luck left on his side.

Reality flooded his eyes and the pain came rushing back to meet him as he awoke to conciousness. He sat up, noting his surroundings with a groan. He had no clue where he was. Some small town he'd never heard of before, likely a town most people had never heard of. Boonestown, he wasn't sure how long he'd lay passed out in that truck so he wasn't even sure if he was in Illinois anymore or how far away from Chicago he had come.

Sharn grabbed a two by four out of the back of the truck and rolled out it, landing carefully on his good leg. Walking away from the parked truck he ducked into the shadows, making sure he was not seen. Pulling his sweatshirt hood over his head to hide his ritual marks on his neck he limped away, seeking a 7-11 or some other open store where he could ask directions to the nearest holistic medicine store or Wiccan bookstore. It would be as good a place as any to start his search for someone who would understand his plight.

 

[rvplymates]

Karen was in a good mood, she walked down the street with a spring in her step. She suddenly stopped and turned toward a man coming toward her. He had a decisive limp and she knew what that meant. She knew her duty as a white lighter, her gift was for everyone even a man seemingly hiding within his hooded shirt.

She walked to him slowly as she never knew what she was getting into. All she knew was that he was hurt and she had to see if he wanted a healing. As they got closer to each other she could see some blood on his pants. He was a tall man and muscular, he could break her 5 ft in half if he wanted too.

She would be on the alert that was for sure if she had to orb to save herself she would. They were now within a foot of each other and Karen's deep blue eyes looked into his. She took the direct approach with him.

"I am a white lighter and can heal that wound, but I need your permission to do so"

She stood poised to orb, her long blonde hair sprayed about her shoulders. Her features tensed with no sign of her normal natural smile.

 

[DrStein]

Name: Varg Blackstone
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Lycanthrope

Description: Varg is a very intense young man. He stands 5'10" tall and has long dark brown hair with natural rusty highlights grown down to his waist and often tied in a loose ponytail. His eyes are an eerie yellow and give him a piercing gaze that makes it hard for people to maintain eye contact with him. He typically dresses in simple clothes that hide dirt well and can take punishment. He has several scars on his body as souvenirs of past fights and the emblem of his clan has been branded rather than tattooed on his upper left arm.

Backstory: Varg is a werewolf of the Moonscar clan, a clan of mongrels and vagabonds that other lycanthropes look upon as little more than rabble while still envying the degree of control the clan possesses over their own transformations. Varg lost his parents to demons at a young age and has been living with his relatives ever since teetering back and forth across the poverty line. He has great natural skill in mechanics as well as fighting, and has made a name for himself as an urban legend. He patrols the streets nightly on his custom motorcycle fighting whatever evildoers he comes across.

 

[gagonthis]

Sharn’s eyes widened as the young lady approached him. A white lighter? In this Podunk nowhere town? He was surprised. He had always been taught to fear the white lighters. They were the source of all good and the anathema to one who took his power from the darkness. Sharn shook those thoughts away though, remembering that he had left that life behind and that at some point he would be forced to rid himself of the prejudices he had from before. He kept his face tightly hidden under the hood of his sweatshirt as she spoke to him, wondering if she could sense his aura. She could tell he was injured, but perhaps she didn’t know the cause. He had to approach this whole thing cautiously.

“Yes… please. I was hit… a car… hit and run. I think my leg is broken and something is wrong with my arm.” He felt himself weakening as he spoke. He could only hope that he could maintain the charade long enough to get away from her… and that the healing would have no undue effects on a person who had lived in darkness for so long…

OOC: sounds good werewolf boy

 

[rvplymates]

Karen listened to him but was not sure he was telling her the truth but it didn't matter, he wanted healing and she would have to give it to him. She walked up to him and placed her hands over his chest, she was scanning him for injuries. Her hands moved along his arms not touching just sensing as she brought them to his stomach and worked downward towards his legs. She was crouching as she finished and looked up into his face. She was surprised his was handsome under that hood. She quickly stood up feeling a bit funny and not knowing way.

"I will have to take you back to my apartment, you have multiple injuries and need a full body healing"

Karen put her arms around his waist and they were gone in a flash of white light. As they moved through her white light she noticed he seemed a bit tense. That did not surprise her as most people are tense traveling this way, with sparkling white light about you and clarity below you, most think they are going to fall from the sky.

Karen saw her home and she brought them both safe and sound within the confines of her home with another flash of white light. She helped him to the bed.

"Would you like a glass of water before we get started"

 

[DrStein]

Varg cruised down the street on his motorcycle, all of his senses on the watch for trouble. It was all part of his nightly patrol. He was in a particularly rotten mood tonight. The brother of a demon he had killed made an attempt on his life, but didn't have the strength or staying power to take Varg on. The ambush failed miserably, and it left Varg in a bad mood. Not only because it pissed him whenever anyone got the drop on him, but also because the demon was nowhere near as powerful as its brother. The screaming stopped after only fifteen minutes.

This all meant that Varg had a ton of aggression to work out and really needed a target.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Name: Ani Kingston
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Orientation: Striaght
Race: Human

Description: With pale white skin, long black hair, and bright blue eyes like ice, friends jokingly tell her she could be an Amy Lee stand in, especially with the choice of dark clothing she continuously wears. She stands at 5 ft 6, a D chest and has a very curvy form.

Backstory: Ani has always been a bit odd compared to others, but has tried her best to seem normal. Nothing of the magic sort, just more of a unique person, though she does love to read dark stories- but those are just stories. They're not true; demons and vampires, werewolves and magic- Just things that exist in people's minds, right? She works at a gothic bookstore, often found hidden in the overhead loft with a pile of books focused on her beloved darker creatures.

 

[shexay_xx]

Is the fact that you ignored me mean you do not want me to carry on?
Please reply

 

[shexay_xx]

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[gagonthis]

OOC: I wasn't trying to ignore you Shexay. I had the two first posts setup before anyone posted. I had planned on getting him out of the big city he was in and on the run from the people who meant to do him harm. You're more than welcome to have her end up in the same spot, maybe she tracks him down or follows him when she realizes he's in danger. Don't let my shift of the location turn you away from this thread. The more the merrier.

And Lilly, like it, can't go wrong with the goth girl in the warlocks and witches thread

Karen listened to him but was not sure he was telling her the truth but it didn't matter, he wanted healing and she would have to give it to him. She walked up to him and placed her hands over his chest, she was scanning him for injuries. Her hands moved along his arms not touching just sensing as she brought them to his stomach and worked downward towards his legs. She was crouching as she finished and looked up into his face. She was surprised his was handsome under that hood. She quickly stood up feeling a bit funny and not knowing way.

"I will have to take you back to my apartment, you have multiple injuries and need a full body healing"

Karen put her arms around his waist and they were gone in a flash of white light. As they moved through her white light she noticed he seemed a bit tense. That did not surprise her as most people are tense traveling this way, with sparkling white light about you and clarity below you, most think they are going to fall from the sky.

Karen saw her home and she brought them both safe and sound within the confines of her home with another flash of white light. She helped him to the bed.

"Would you like a glass of water before we get started"

IC:
Sharn could sense her suspicion of his story and he didn't terribly blame her. It didn't seem very plausible, even to him. There was little to no traffic on the streets, even during what was normally rush hour in most cities, and this wasn't the type of town where someone performed a hit and run. Add those facts in with his attempt to keep her from seeing his face and the whole thing seemed quite flimsy.

He turned his head away as she saw her peeking under his hood. He prayed she hadn't seen the marks across his forehead and cheeks. The dark ritual marks he had taken in service of Dravic, scars that likely would never fade, a result of tampering with forces man was not meant to dabble in. He also prayed she was not a well connected white lighter, for being reported to the White Council would be just as disasterous as being caught by the Order he was fleeing from. Still he had little hope if he wanted to survive the next few days but to go with her.

His insides tried to rip themselves apart as she transported them to her apartment. He held in a scream with all his will, not wanting to give himself away, but the light magic assaulted him and for a mere moment he felt his soul being torn asunder and his body ripped to shreds. Then it stopped. They were in her apartment and he stood panting heavily, doing his best to hide his discomfort. "Yes... water... please..." He said in response to her query and went to her sofa, practically collapsing on top of it.

 

[shexay_xx]

occ: sorry , I just thought that you'd moved on because my post was awful haha! who knows sera might find you again...

Sera sat up and immeadiately groaned as she felt a bolt of pain couse through her ankle,shit! she must have fallen and hit it. Sera's memorie was a little hazy, but she still remembered that man ... he had such power it had overwelmed her. She shook her head and pulled herself standing, wincing as her ankle thobbed again.

Sera could sense so much power in the night, there was an anry source of power romaming the streets, she could not sense what kind of form it was or what power it posessed but she knew right now it was angry, she made a note to watch out, but right now she had to go home and get this leg healed.

She limped till she reached the roads and then she began walking...

 

[rvplymates]

OOC: I wasn't trying to ignore you Shexay. I had the two first posts setup before anyone posted. I had planned on getting him out of the big city he was in and on the run from the people who meant to do him harm. You're more than welcome to have her end up in the same spot, maybe she tracks him down or follows him when she realizes he's in danger. Don't let my shift of the location turn you away from this thread. The more the merrier.

And Lilly, like it, can't go wrong with the goth girl in the warlocks and witches thread



IC:
Sharn could sense her suspicion of his story and he didn't terribly blame her. It didn't seem very plausible, even to him. There was little to no traffic on the streets, even during what was normally rush hour in most cities, and this wasn't the type of town where someone performed a hit and run. Add those facts in with his attempt to keep her from seeing his face and the whole thing seemed quite flimsy.

He turned his head away as she saw her peeking under his hood. He prayed she hadn't seen the marks across his forehead and cheeks. The dark ritual marks he had taken in service of Dravic, scars that likely would never fade, a result of tampering with forces man was not meant to dabble in. He also prayed she was not a well connected white lighter, for being reported to the White Council would be just as disasterous as being caught by the Order he was fleeing from. Still he had little hope if he wanted to survive the next few days but to go with her.

His insides tried to rip themselves apart as she transported them to her apartment. He held in a scream with all his will, not wanting to give himself away, but the light magic assaulted him and for a mere moment he felt his soul being torn asunder and his body ripped to shreds. Then it stopped. They were in her apartment and he stood panting heavily, doing his best to hide his discomfort. "Yes... water... please..." He said in response to her query and went to her sofa, practically collapsing on top of it.

Karen had her suspisions that he just might be a dark wizard or something worse so she began to talk to him as she went to get a glass and get ice water out of the refrigerator.

"You know, I am a special type white lighter, I am able to heal both good and evil. The reason being I was born a white lighter. My Mother was of a elfin clan and I was born to the clan after 100 years. This gift is only received from the Mother you see. Now when I first touch a dark one, they have great pain but they soon absorb my light and are able to receive a healing from me. Now if they are marked somehow when I do this healing those scars will not be healed. I heal in three ways, by touch, my hands an inch away from the damaged area or the full body healing. What happens with this is that you must lay flat, so I need you on my bed. I will release my white lite on you and it will form a globe. I will move you about a foot over the bed and the globe full of white light will revolve around you touching you and healing you. I will know when you are fully healed and you will feel quite warm and wonderful within the globe. In fact at some point you will sit up feeling fully healed but you must be patient as only I am the judge of when you are. Now that you know how I proceed. Do you still want me to heal you. I must asked this as I can only heal a person of magic with their permission"

Karen had been walking over to him with the glass of water in her hand as she had explained to him what must be done. She handed him the glass and watched him drink. When he brought the glass down she waited for his answer.

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[shexay_xx]

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[gagonthis]

Sharn faded in and out of consciousness as she told her life story. He groaned loudly when he was conscious, the pain wracking his body, making him spasm which led to just more pain. He caught the important parts of her story though, and it was clear she would not announce her heritage if she did not know he was one who was well acquainted with the mystical world. Great, so she wasn’t just a self important white lighter, she was also of elfin blood. His eyes narrowed as she continued talking. She had obviously sensed that there was something wrong about him. Perhaps she was a stronger magic user than he thought and could sense the darkness in him. In any case he would not be able to hide the truth of what he was from her during the process. He frowned slightly as she continued describing the healing process, doubting that any form of white magic would feel good to him, but prepared to endure the pain in order to get strong enough to flee again.

He gulped down the water and nodded towards her. “Do what you will…” He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down, revealing his face to her. Three scars cut lengthwise across each of his cheeks, looking blackened as if burnt. On his forehead the image of a third eye was tattooed in a color similiar to human blood though his bangs hid it slightly. He stared square into her eyes awaiting her reaction to his dark markings.

MEANWHILE
“Yes master. Your will be done.” The hooded man rose from his kneeling position, wiping his eyes, his hands coming away red. Blood tears were a side effect from direct communication with the abyss. He rose on shaking legs and threw the door open, exiting the sparsely lit meditation room into his opulent sleeping quarters. He frowned in thought at what his master had ordered him to do and finally sighed, seeing no way around. He walked into the main chamber and picked up an ornate hammer, slamming it against an equally well crafted gong, the inscribed runes on each glowing as a low tone sounded through the room.

The gong acted as a summoning, calling to all members of the order to return to council as soon as possible. No less than half an hour later the grand room was packed with dark parishioners, bowing before their anointed leader. “Dravic has spoken this day…” His voice boomed across the chamber, amplified with his magic. “The traitor must be found and killed…” there was muttering throughout the chamber and the leader slammed his hands together, a shockwave of energy rippling across the gathered mass. “IT IS TIME! THE GOL’HOJ WILL BE SUMMONED!”

 

[Vamprincess]

Zara

OCC: I like the sound of this... just my kind of RP

Name: Zara
Age: 320 looks 25
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Race: Vampire

Description: Zara is a petit, black haired, grey eyed girl, she has striking features. Pretty but not stunning, she has had no problem finding sources of food. She never kills humans but harvests them. Only taking what she needs, and leaving no trace of a memory for her victims. She is a loner, after the Vampire who turned her was slayed by a hunter. The clans do not exist anymore.
She moves from town to town. During daylight, she hides in warehouses or caves, or the occassional church. during the night she hunts for food. Being neutral with the demons she has nothing to do with them. The only other creature there was a feud with was Lycans. But Zara only fought if provoked. Survival was the key factor. And with so many creatures around it was good sense not to draw attention to herself.

hope this is ok...

 

[rvplymates]

Sharn faded in and out of consciousness as she told her life story. He groaned loudly when he was conscious, the pain wracking his body, making him spasm which led to just more pain. He caught the important parts of her story though, and it was clear she would not announce her heritage if she did not know he was one who was well acquainted with the mystical world. Great, so she wasn’t just a self important white lighter, she was also of elfin blood. His eyes narrowed as she continued talking. She had obviously sensed that there was something wrong about him. Perhaps she was a stronger magic user than he thought and could sense the darkness in him. In any case he would not be able to hide the truth of what he was from her during the process. He frowned slightly as she continued describing the healing process, doubting that any form of white magic would feel good to him, but prepared to endure the pain in order to get strong enough to flee again.

He gulped down the water and nodded towards her. “Do what you will…” He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down, revealing his face to her. Three scars cut lengthwise across each of his cheeks, looking blackened as if burnt. On his forehead the image of a third eye was tattooed in a color similiar to human blood though his bangs hid it slightly. He stared square into her eyes awaiting her reaction to his dark markings.

MEANWHILE
“Yes master. Your will be done.” The hooded man rose from his kneeling position, wiping his eyes, his hands coming away red. Blood tears were a side effect from direct communication with the abyss. He rose on shaking legs and threw the door open, exiting the sparsely lit meditation room into his opulent sleeping quarters. He frowned in thought at what his master had ordered him to do and finally sighed, seeing no way around. He walked into the main chamber and picked up an ornate hammer, slamming it against an equally well crafted gong, the inscribed runes on each glowing as a low tone sounded through the room.

The gong acted as a summoning, calling to all members of the order to return to council as soon as possible. No less than half an hour later the grand room was packed with dark parishioners, bowing before their anointed leader. “Dravic has spoken this day…” His voice boomed across the chamber, amplified with his magic. “The traitor must be found and killed…” there was muttering throughout the chamber and the leader slammed his hands together, a shockwave of energy rippling across the gathered mass. “IT IS TIME! THE GOL’HOJ WILL BE SUMMONED!”

Karen stood stark still as he took off his hood and revealed the extent of his envolvement in the dark world of evil. He was horribly disfigured, yet dispite that the remnants of a handsome face remained. It took all of her strenght not to recoil from him, her eyes were locked with his as his body languge defied her to chastise him. His eyes were mesmerizing, it took every bit of her strength to break contact with them. When she did she felt a feeling of lose and did not know why.

"Alright then, please go lay on my bed and we will get started. She watched him limp over and lay down, she followed standing about a foot away from him. Typical white lighters would have refused to help him at this point but that would be against everything she was taught. She was bound by duty to heal him. The same duty that had made her approach him in the first place.

She walked to the foot of her bed and stood about a foot away from him. She stretched out her hands and ribbons of white light came from her fingers and wound its way around the permeter of his body. As the circle closed the it filled with glittering white light and soon the globe encased him.

Karen watched him closely as she raised her arms and suspended the globe with him in it over the bed. The globe began to revolve around him and Karen closed her eyes as the connection was complete. Each wound on him was connected to an attack and as she began healing him she could see each attack. It was horrifying and as the last scene played across her mind, her pained eyes opened to see him sitting within her globe quite contently. She knew he was not healed totally so she continued to hold him in her light.

Their eyes met once more and Karen wondered how she could be attracted to someone from the evil side. She shook her head and concentrated on the healing and lowered him back to the bed. She pulled back her white light and the globe opened and the white light emptied out re-entering Karen until the thin ribbons receded and broke the circle to wind itself away from him and into Karen through her fingers.

She walked over to him and scanned his body again, she smiled and nodded her head, he was healed and back to his formidable power.

"Feeling better, aren't you"

 

[gagonthis]

Sharn

Sharn saw the reaction she had to his ritual markings as he pulled down the hood, but his face remained completely impassive. He knew she would judge for herself and if it was necessary Sharn could summon up the power he needed to escape form her. He prayed it wouldn’t be necessary, for she really was his only option. It was either that or go seek medical treatment from one not magically gifted and face many long weeks of healing. Finally she pulled her gaze away and Sharn felt the goodness inside her had convinced her to help him despite his dark pacts.

He followed her instructions, limping over to the bed, each step sending a jolt of pain upwards through his body. H still did not completely trust this white lighter, just because he had given up his evil ways did not mean that those who fought evil would be so clear to see it. So he stayed tense through the whole process, the white magic wracked him with spasms of pain as it worked on his body, trying to drive out the darkness. But the darkness was too deep-seeded and there was nothing the light could do against it. So instead it turned to the body, correcting the damage there. Driving out the pain and suffering. The whole process was excruciatingly painful to Sharn, but he did not cry out. Only laying there still, his eyes penetrating Karen’s as she worked on him.

He could sense the mystical forces playing in her mind, showing her the cause of his damage. He cringed, wishing there was some way to keep her from knowing the events that had transpired that night, but knowing there was no other way to stay strong enough to fight the threats he knew was coming. Night time would be upon him soon. When darkness marshaled their forces and Sharn knew he would be on the run again tonight.

He stood as the light rushed away from him, leaving him exhausted but feeling much stronger than he had a few minutes ago. He rose unsure on his leg, surprised to find it felt good as new. He turned, looking Karen right in the eyes and then smiled a crooked playful small. “Thanks for everything!” He said with a laugh as he dashed to the open window, leaping outside and falling five stories to land safely on the ground below. He needed to find sanctuary, and soon.

 

[gagonthis]

Derek/Lord Ravenholdt

Derek smiled as he put out the clove cigarette on the ground, giving a small sigh of relief as the last customer left the building. It was closing time at the Jack in the Box and Derek had finally gotten through his shift. Closing time also meant that he was now after nightfall and Derek watched with growing happiness as the sun slid below the horizon. It was about damn time.

Derek hated his life during the day. He was nothing. A simple fast food clerk trying to make ends meet. That was not the life for one as great as him! Derek was destined for something more! And so it was during the night that he assumed the mantle of Lord Ravenholdt. And in that guise did he stalk his prey in the shadowy world of darkness. Where man feared to tread.

Derek grabbed his cell phone and punched in a number. “Hey, it’s me. Are we on for game tonight?” He asked, smiling at the affirmative answer. “Alright, tell the coven we shall convene court in the park tonight. Tell them Lord Ravenholdt commands it!” And with that he hung up the phone, throwing a nasty glare at the blonde bimbo who worked the fryer. “Peasant…” He spit under his breath as he left the dingy fast food joint, fishing into his pocket for his false fangs.

 

[rvplymates]

Karen ran over to the window to make sure he was alright just in time to see him run away. Well at least he said thank you. It was dark outside now and still she had not gotten to the store to buy some food. She was hungry now, real hungry and knew she would have to walk the darken streets of the city if she wanted to eat tonight.

She used the stairs instead of white lighting as in the dark her gift was of course obvious. She started to walk the same path she had earlier today when she was force by duty to help the dark one. She wondered about him, why his own kind were trying to distroy him as she walked the path to the grocery store.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Harmony Garnier

Harmony was known to be an outsider througout the town. No one really saw her, unless it was night time of course. If she was seen in the day then she was wearing many layers of clothing and rushing out of the sun like it was the plague. It was very rare to hear her speak but it was even more rare to make eye contact with her. Her voice was soft and her words came out like honey with a French accent dripping off every word. But, the most haunting and strangely alluring feature about Harmony were her eyes. There were the most vivid color of purple. There was no mistaking these eyes for a odd blue or anything like that. They were purple and completely unforgettable.

Most people didn't even know her name but they all knew that when she came to town, all kinds of weird things began to happen. The towns people began to notice that their livestock were being attacked in the middle of the night and being bitten by something. Most of the livestock did not die though but some did. First, it started with the livestock then townspeople started to disappear. In the begining, it was only the bums and drunks of the town. People that wouldn't be missed. Then it became any person who was subject to the attacks. No one had been caught for the attacks but most people suspected Harmony had something to do with it. Some people called her a witch and others called her the devil.

Neither were correct. Harmony was a vampire.
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Harmony:

Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 pounds
Hair: Dark brown, almost black
Eye: Deep purple
Personality: Quiet and closed off to the world. Keeps to herself.

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Harmony looked out the window of her small home and mumbled quietly to herself. She had to venture out into the town to gather some supplies. She would have to endure the sun and glares from the townspeople. This was definetly the wrong town to live in but oh well. There was nothing she could about that now. She had finally slipped under the radar of the French bounty hunters. For now, that was. It was only a matter of time before they caught up with her and she would be on the run again.

She grabbed her long robe and put it on reluctantly. It was always rather hot in the town and her coat always made it worse but it was her only protection from the sun. Unlike the rumors about Vampires, the sun didn't instantly fry them but it irritated their skin to the point of excrutiating pain. She sighed a bit and stepped out the front door of her home, put the hood of the coat over her head and made her way towards the market. She needed some raw meats amongst other things. This was not going to be a good day. The stares were already begining.......

 

[rvplymates]

Karen was making her way up and down the aisles of the supermarket when she almost rammed her cart into a person wrapped up in a cloak of some type. Their eyes met and Karen saw beautiful deep purple eyes. She smiled at the person, as she could not tell if it was a man or woman.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, are you alright"

Their eyes held and Karen figured the person was annoyed and who could blame the person.

"Well again I am truly sorry"

Karen turned away and started to push the cart around the person.