The Ivory-Colored Mansion (haunted sexual rp-Open to all)

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A house, built near a cabaret and over a cemetary, it was mainly a whorehouse since anyone who would walk inside would get the urge to fuck anything in their sights. Some said it was because of the atmosphere, the walls smelled quite peculiar even if standing right in the middle of the ballroom, they smelled suspiciously like cum. Others said it was because of the cabaret that was built beside the mansion, it lured people into sexual acts. But most say it is because of the evil presence inside of the house, the ghost of lust himself, when they walked in the door, they blacked out and soon found themselves fucking or being fucked by a plethora of ghastly but beautiful women or men, which the sexual preference.

A party was being held at this estate, the ghost of lust taking on his human form as usual, invited many people to party at his estate, but knew that these people had no idea what they were getting into.

Since this will contain many ghosts, and I won't exactly always be here, you must act out your sexual experiences on your own, unless a ghost joins you then all he need do is call on his/her buddy or buddies and let the pleasure party begin!

Invitations
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Name:
Age:
Appearance (Pictures are acceptable):
Sexual Preference:
Something Special about yourself (anything goes):

Ghostly Beings:
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Name:
Age died at:
Appearance:
How you had died:

((I'll make a floor plan if I have the time))

There are exactly three floors to this mansion, at the very bottom, there are currently 10 rooms available for boarding as well for sexual activity, and the ballroom where the party will be held. Each room consists of two kingsized beds and a plasma screen TV, it took a while to gain the money.

The second floor, the kitchen which is quite large and 5 rooms in this area, including the den which takes up at least a quarter of the floor. A couch, Tv, and Dvd player with very suggestive DVDs lie in here, it is said also that if you play a certain one, a ghost may appear to help you in your "time of need."

The third floor is the best, with a large pool in the middle of it all which reaches down to at least 10 feet, this is the place where the ghost are most often and the room of the ghost of lust is destinated here. It is said when you enter this floor, you immediately become a sex slave to the ghost of lust, if you are a girl of course.

((You may Create 3 simultaneous characters))
 
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One of the Ghosts

Name: Angela Du Vosse

Age died at: 18

Appearance: She appears in a long flowing red gown.. sparkling and radient blue gems grace her throat and ears during daylight hours.. but at night the gems are dark black and pulsing with red centers, the dress is a hued bluish purple that pulses in neon blue as she approaches the living.

How you had died: Raped and stabbed as a sacrifice to a pretend god by five men.

Mists gather as she walks the moonlite halls, those soft blue eyes searching.. searching for retribution.
 
VIP Guest

Name: Brian Pilkington
Age: 26
Appearance: White, dark hair, featherweight boxer in great shape
Sexual Preference: Straight Male

A local celebrity who was asked to make an appearance at the party. Arrived with a beautiful blonde model on each arm.
 
Special "Expert"

Name: David Combes
Age: 28
Appearance: Rather geeky, with a dingy grey labcoat, and thick glasses, wears a t-shirt with a humorous quote and blue jeans. 6'4" 300 lbs fit from carrying heavy equipment routinely. Handsome behind his glasses.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Something Special about yourself: Recieved an invitation to explore the house that he was looking at the history of. Tends to be a "ghost buster" but more into studying than field work.
 
Landolas Kirydor

Name: Lanolas Kirydor or Lust
Age: Appears to be 29
Appearance: A very long tuxedo with draping coattails and a pale complexion, women say even to this day that he is one of the most beautiful men they've ever laid eyes upon, almost as if he were the being of lust himself. His eyes a deep violet and his teeth, slightly fanged but not completely abnormal, he looks a little young for his age. His height is approximately 6'4 and his weight, well he's dead but he is neither lanky nor built, in between the women mostly say.
Sexual Preference: Straight
How He Died: A poisoning from his beloved after she had found out he had slept with a women she considered to be her friend. ((Jerry Springer ringin a bell?))
Something Special About Self: He is able to manipluate anything that involves the perfect love experience, including giving a girl as much of his seed as she wants or to properly endow himself to a girls limit.
 
Hired Help

Name: Annie Dale
Age: 19
Appearance: Annie barely looks her her 19 years. Her short red curls and and slight, 5 foot frame give her the look of a mischievious child. While on duty at the grand party she does her best to maintain a neutral and polite expression, but occasionally a twinkle of humor is seen glinting in her bright, blue eyes.
Sexual Preference: straight
Something special about self: Inquisitive and curious, Annie took the job as waiter at the party to see how the rich and famous live.
 
Introduction

An echoing tapping wandering down the halls, a mist formed in the midst of the third floor's main hall, twas a man with a long tuxedo on, his eyes closed, arm folded behind his back. Hair a jet black while his face a pale grey, he walked down the staircase and had heard there was another accompanying him in this building, a smile rest upon his lips. Another had been spotted as the same smile only grew slightly, a waitress and a ghost were currently in the building, his violet orbs appeared as he lifted his lids, a ghostly silver breath exhumed from his mouth as he spoke. "My my, what gorgeous looking ladies, I shall have my fun with them both..." Snapping his fingers, a mist shot from his body and he withered into the ground like a dying rose, only to appear on the floor where he could view the ghostly woman and began to approach her, his black shoes tapping alongst the floor with each step.
 
Annie Dale

Annie follows the directions she is given at the gate and quickly makes her way to the second floor kitchen. Already wearing the requisite shirt and skirt uniform, Annie signs in and is unceremoniously handed a tray of hors d'oeuvres to pass among the guest. As she carries the tray down the hallway to the service stairs, she is surprised by the number of bedrooms she passes and she smilingly promises herself a curious peak inside when she returns with her empty tray.

In the ballroom, Annie moves quietly among the invited guests, as she offers her tray of good for their choice approval. Occasionally, she forces herself to suppress a smile as she catches the odd snippet of a passing conversation. Soon, her tray is nearly empty and she prepares to head back to the kitchen but before she does, she sees Brian Pilkington and she feels her toes curl in her shoes. Of course, a man like him has a beautiful blond on each arm, she tells herself. She doesn’t understand why she suddenly feels flushed and warm, she has worked parties for the beautiful people before and her reaction this evening catches her by surprise. So, she gives herself a mental shake and heads back to the kitchen.

Feeling rather naughty, Annie uses her flushed and warm feeling as a personal excuse to satisfy her curiosity and take a peak at one of the upstairs bedrooms. Making sure no one is around to see her; she quickly slides through one of the half opened doors and is immediately astounded by the beauty of the room. The plush walls and carpets, and the exquisite antique furniture, are melded together to form a picture of decadence like she has never seen. She sits down at the vanity and fans herself with her hand as she looks in the mirror. Her red curls frame her face and a small dusting of freckles grace her nose Her cheeks are flushed pink and her pink lips look slightly swollen; she sees her breath coming rapidly as her breasts rise and fall against the smooth cotton of her shirt. Without thinking, she lifts her hand to give one little nipple a sharp flick of her fingers and then she flicks the other, she mews with surprise at her own reaction and squirms in the seat as the sensations tingle through her little body.

Embarrassed by her own actions she looks around to make sure no one had seen. “Behave yourself, girl, you have a job to do.”, she says out loud and picks up her tray for the return to the kitchen.
 
David walked through the party. He wasn't there to have fun, but just do some studying. There was weird happenings in the house and it was his job to find out what. His labcoat had all the important tools he needed, but it made him look incredibly out of place with the rest of the guests.

He made his way up to the top floor, looking for a painting that supposedly watched people. They did this on Scooby-Doo too. He didn't believe in the ghosts here for a second. That smell was easily explained as a chemical reaction in the paint. And people were instinctual animals. Of course they're going to have sex, and if they did it under a drug infested haze, well then that explains the hallucinations.

He saw Annie as she exited the room and said off-handedly. "Hey, interesting place isn't it? Fascinating architecture."
 
Annie Dale

Annie is horrified to be caught coming out of one of the bedrooms but manages to stammer out a reply…”Oh… umm… yes quite fascinating…and the… décor is lovely too.” She babbles on, “Are you a guest? You aren’t dressed like the others downstairs. Are you here for a special reason…” She swallows, as she looks up at him, how very big he is.

Embarrassed, she looks down at her feet but all she can see is her chest rising and falling, her erect nipples teasing against her shirt… she raises her tray and holds it up against her chest, hoping to cover her heightened state until it fades. However, the shock of the cold metal through her shirt to her nipples has the opposite effect and she feels a sudden knot in her stomach and her cute little face turns from pink to bright red. “Oh, god.” she thinks to herself , “could this get any worse?”

"Um... can I get you something from the kitchen?"
 
"Hey, like you, I'm in this for the money." The air had been getting to him and he found himself turned on by this waitress and he took carefull note of her nipples pressing out of her shirt. He saw her cover up and then turn flush.

Looking visibly concerned he walked up to her to check on her and make sure she's not going to faint or anything. "I'm a labratory researcher, that has been hired to study this place and see if the rumors around the house are real. You don't need to get me anything."

He didn't know why he did it, but he touched her forehead gently, rationalizing it as checking to see if she what her temperature was. And then he touched her throat to check her pulse. "I'm sorry, don't know what came over me. I just had to check your pulse there. Make sure you won't pass out. The name is David Combes."
 
Kate Cavanah

Age: 27
Long wavy brown hair, blue eyes, petite, athletic frame with curves and a nice firm butt.

Straight but bi-curious.

A nearby neighbor to the strange house, just recently moved in and is curious to see what all the strange hype is about.



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Kate entered the huge house, a little late because she had a hard time getting her daughter, Justine, to let her go and leave her with the babysitter. Justine still wasn't used to the new house and had been extra clingy since the move but Kate desperately needed a night out as any single mom could attest to. She wore a black dress she hadn't put on in years but always felt pretty and sexy in. Her long hair flowed down her back. As she entered she smiled, it was beautiful inside, all these big old houses were.

OOC: It said all welcome, hop y'all don't mnd a newcomer. :)
 
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Annie Dale

“I’m Annie Dale, David. Pleased to meet you.” A trace of her natural good humor appears in the form of an embarrassed grin, “Do you mean to tell me you can’t hear it? It is pounding in my ears and all through me…”

Since experiencing David’s touch her color has faded becoming less red, but her breaths come quicker now, an almost silent soft pant. She notices the big man is a handsome man behind those glasses, and she likes that he looks smart, too. Annie licks her lips and notices how hard it is swallow. She leans back against the door and runs her fingers through her soft red curls, softly she says, “No, I don’t feel faint.”

She half closes her eyes as her hand trails through her hair, down her neck and shoulder, and comes to rest on her breast, gently squeezing it.

“What’s happening to me? What is this place?” her question is little more than a soft moan.
 
OOC: Franklin Kingston
24
Just moved in next door
reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, 6'3", lean

Franklin, or Frank, to his friends, just moved into a house next to an old mansion, and found an invitation in the mailbox. He picked it up, then raised an eyebrow, looking at the mansion. He quickly showered and changed, then headed over to the mansion.
 
He watched her actions a bit stunned. Not even a slut would act this brazen in front of a person she hardly knew. If he had remembered where he put his notebook, which was in his pocket, along with a pencil, he would write it down. But all he could think of was that breast she was squeezing.

Her freckles had a consuming feel to his mind as he fought to regain control of himself and he leaned in closely to the woman. "They say that this place is a haven for a ghost of lust, and the people who come in become sexually insatiable beasts. Or they get fucked by the very ghosts that roam the halls." Why did he say the word fuck in front of a near total stranger? Why is he even concerning himself with the whys anyway? His voice was shaky as he said that to her and his eyes went up and down her body.

His hands seemed t react on their own again and he started reaching for those same breasts she was busying herself with. He stopped himself before he could. He needed to retain control of himself and it would be wrong to force himself on this woman. No matter how much he wanted to right now.
 
Annie Dale

She watched his lips move as he spoke. He could have said anything, any detailed or rational scientific explanation could have passed his lips but all she heard was “...get fucked…”. Something in the back of her mind told her she should be shocked or offended by the language, the same voice telling her to stop what she was doing, to regain control of herself. She tried to listen to the voice, and might have made it but instead she slipped her hand beneath her shirt and pinched her pink nipple, hard between her fingers.

She moaned louder and repeated the only words that sense to a mind being driven by sexual need, “…get fucked…”. She reaches out with her free hand and grabs his arm, trying to pull him to her, desperate to feel him.
 
He was turning to walk away, using every ounce of his willpower and common sense when he felt a hand on his arm and looked over seeing her. When in Rome filled his mind unbidden and he almost shook it off, but he couldn't resist himself anymore and he closed in on her again.

He grabbed her body, his arms wrapping around her uniform shirt and he looked her breasts over. He was losing this battle as his body refused to allow him any other course and one hand reached to the waist of her shirt and pulled it up, trapping the hand she had busy with a breast.

He looked over her body hungrily and looked at her face. He didn't know what took them over, but didn't care anymore and started carrying her back into that room he saw her walking out of.
 
As Kate entered the room and took a glass of champagne she saw Brian Pilkington from across the room, his dates seeemd to be occupying themselves in the wc for the moment. He smiled in her direction and she thought she must be dreaming. She was a big fan. After a few sips of champagne she got up the nerve to approach him.

"Hi, I'm Kate, and you are?" she thought it might be better to act as if she hadn't recognized him. She smiled seductively as she waited for his reply.
 
Introduction to a Lesser Character

Name: Vichis Jakico
Age: 20
Appearance: A more malicious looking type of character, he has a darkness to him which is quite arousing. A series of buckles covering his long crimson trenchcoat from his torso which hangs down to his ankles. Under the draping leather is a pair of slightly slacking leather pants, buckled at the loops with a jet-black belt with a silver dragon-descent buckle. His hair moving down his head and past his eyes at the front and hanging down to his lower back at the back, most people call it a girly look, he is able to pull it off quite well though.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Something Special: Under his cloak, he has a very built body so don't let the very tight belts fool you, he can kick major ass if needed.
 
Vichis's Intro

The doors quickly forced open as a series of jingling chains entered the mansion, stood before the door was a man with deep blue eyes and jet-black hair, draping down his back like a silk curtain. A closely finished cigarette in his teeth, left side, he spit it onto the ground and stomped on it as soon as it hit the ground as to prevent a fire from being caused. Seeing Kate soon after, he bowed to her in the most polite of ways, arm folded to let his hand meet his stomach the other placed upon his back, also arm bent. "Good evening, I am Vichis." He said this with a cooling tone in his voice, a smile onto his lips.
 
Annie Dale

With his warm hard body so near, with his arms around her, as he carried her back into the bedroom, Annie lost interest in touching herself. She wanted to touch him, she wanted feel him. She wanted him.

Before they even made it inside the room, she wrapped her little body around him, feeling as much of him against her as she could manage. Her free hand flew, and she quickly shrugged out of the last half of her shirt. Her breasts, lush and round, free, her nipples swollen hard, she struggled to unbutton his shirt. She sensed his strength and she needed to touch his skin. Her skirt rode up her thigh as she wiggled to get loser to him, revealing her wet little panties, if she noticed, she didn’t care. She is far past caring.

His shirt finally open, she ran her hands across his chest and down his back to the belt of his pants. Her fingers slipped into the waistband and dug into the muscles of his ass. The rational little voice in the back of her head is silenced as Annie can no longer think of anything but entwined limbs, trusting bodies and primal lust.
 
His trenchcoat and T shirt fell to the ground. He was decently built for a geek. He took her head in his hands and kissed her hard. He fell on top of her and kept kissing her as his hands cupped her breasts. He definently wanted this now, despite the logical side of him screaming that this can't be right.

One hand reached down and pulled off her panties without even bothering to remove her skirt. He pulled the panties to his nose and took a good whiff of her wet spot on them.

His hand went back to her gash and started rubbing and massaging the tempting and quivering gap between her thighs. Everything was about this moment. There was nothing but sex.
 
Brian Pilkington

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"Hi, I'm Kate, and you are?"

"Pleased to meet you." Brian replied, smiling back at her.

Kate was cute, he had noticed her from across the room, he liked her smile. He liked happy people.

"My name's Brian, Kate."

He took her hand and kissed it. Something about her was different to most of the people he met, though he couldn't tell why.

"You here for the ghouls then?" Smirking slightly, as if ghosts exist.
 
Angela Du Vosse

She moved gracefully along the hallway. She smiled at each one she passed by but her dress seeming a tad extreme as the gems at her necklace sparkled alluringly, drawing attention to itself.

It was hard at that precise moment to know she was spectural until she was within a foot of the mortal. The icy grip of numbness started to shroad about her victum as her touch stirred hot flashes and images of savage sex. Yet this time she choose her partner sparingly.


Hello David She spoke with a seductive drawl as her eyes grazed into his and the woman he sought to conquer
 
Franklin stepped into the mansion, and looked around in shock at the decor. The place didn't look nearly as beautiful outside as it did inside. But that was only the beginning. Some of the people in the place seemed to be doing very permiscuous things. He didn't know what to think as he sank down into a chair.
 
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