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Hey Elliot, oh wait, I ment Gared. Sorry. Um, so scratch the character I just made. I thought it was the future instead of the past. Opps!
NAME: Emmy
AGE: 11
OCCUPATION: Keeping away from the kids on Scionite street, avoiding trouble, and trying not to mess up her fathers inventions
WEAPON: Um, I think it's safe to say that she only uses music. Be it from a schreeching violin, a fast drumbeat, or an instument of her own kind.
APPEARANCE: Dark and shadowy, with long black hair hainging over her coal black eyes. If you're lucky to know her, you'll see the swirl of wonder and determination in those otherwise emotionless eyes. Red T- shirt and white capris, the only white on her.
PERSONALITY: Cuirous as a cat, and very hard to get to know. But once you are safely her friend, she'll protect you with her life.
SPECIES: Highborn
BACKSTORY: Most of her family went Feral, including her mother. Many think she will go Feral too. The kids on Scion street are alway looking for trouble. And they find it, with her. Want to know? No you don't. Fine, I'll tell you. She's been framed to have stolen fruits, messed with the golden clock tower, and been buiried alive under Janitor supplies at Machansytle School. Many. Times
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Two things: Most of SailHAven is human, and in this SailHAven, Kyngdom doesn't exist, so there will be changes. Elliot is different.
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Good to know, I am not sure how to start Rping on this thread, so you go ahead guys!
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Kay, I'm gonna make an effort to start this Rp thingy. Elliot, I mean Gared, how many years in the past is this from the Kyngdom version?
~Emmy
I bang on my drumset, letting all my anger out. I can't believe I fell for that trick! The same one as Monday! I mean seriously, now all vendors on Sail Haven hate me! Stealing a crystal fruit isn't exactly legal. AND, Wanda set me up to it. Wanda, who I used to laugh with and tell fears to. I thought we were inseperable, but no, she joined the kids on Scionite street who make my life a dissaster. Whenever Father looks at me, he sighs, and I know he's thinking that I'll one day turn Feral. To him all I am is a dissapointment. So, my refuge? Music. I can just let my feelings out. And usually, the genre is not classical. I'm never making a friend again. Why? They don't trust me, so I can't trust them. that's how it's going to be. Mom would understand. i think the reason she went Feral wasn't her fault, there was something in the atmosphere that was out of the ordinary before she lundged at me. I don't know, mabye I'm crazy, but I can't help but wonder…
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About five hundred.
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Well, it is dangerous for the Royal Highborns?
Kill every Feral and Common and Highborn and Human who is in the slums if that will stop the Gangs. And send out Poe. We will stop the Gangs if it kills me.
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Name: Alanna Reah
Age: Hmm. I'll go with 13 for this one.
Occupation: She's a great mechanic, but doesn't have a job.
Weapon: None, really, but she uses an iron pipe and her mechanical and computer skills.
Appearance: long black hair, grey eyes, ruby-red lips, paper-pale, determined face. She's as tall as an average 11 year old, however..
Personality: Determined, a little shocked from her past. I'll fix it up later.
Species: Human. I'm not really good at other species.
A little insight on her backstory: Her parents are both vampires. However, when she was born, something happened, and she didn't have vamprism. Go figure. Her Parents only discovered this when she was about 10, and they treat her badly, so she avoids them. She's always either in her room or on the streets. She's the only human in her neighborhood, so she has to keep a low profile.
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So, is this going to work like Sailhaven on Kyngdom, where we just post whenever? Or do you have to start?
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Anything goes. Elliot will do stuff, but anything is cool!
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Whoa, Gared what just happend. Kill? Seriously I go away for to days and the next comment i see is about KILLING?! by the way the kids on Scionite Street aren't a gang.
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It is a story starter thingy.
Elliot the First is extremely protective of Royal Highborns, vampire royalty. There are gangs on SailHaven. Elliot also wants to make the city safer, and he may be a little dangerous with his power and wealth.
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Is anyone going to start?
P.S. My captcha says geci. Gucci? Huh. I never knew you were a fashion fan.
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Sailhaven, according to Gared, starts at any time. SO I CHOOSE NOW!
~Alanna
They're after me again. When will they ever stop? Those vampire street gangs. And I know I'm forbidden to go out after dark, but dark is when my parents start yelling. And when they start yelling, they switch into feral mode.
It's normally either Feral, Normal, or Highborn. My parents are different. They're Highborns, but they…go feral when they're mad. It takes an hour or two for them to calm down. They roar and yell at me all day.
Every morning, I tell myself I'll be sorry for them. And that I'm their 'cursed daughter' and that I'm trash. A human in an all-vampire city. It's crazy. Insane even. But I'll keep coming through.
Where was I? Oh yes, that's right. The street gang was chasing me. They always chase me. They've caught me once, but they thought I was a vampire, so I didn't get bit and figured out how to escape. Then they figured out I was one.
Pounding footsteps. Shouting. They've tried to run me down this alley before. "How about we all bite her at the same time!" A voice snarls. I take a few moments to identify it, its the leader, nicknamed RedScar.
The footsteps get louder. I tell myself I will be faster than them. And then I run myself into a dead end. Of course it's a dead end–but not for me. I wait until the group runs up to me. "Cornered!" One crows. "You street gangs never learn." I say sweetly. And then I scale the wall. There's Ivy growing on it (remind me how we get Ivy up here?!), and it had so many ledges. They will not scale it, I know they won't. They're too afraid I would kick them off, and they would fall.
….would I?
I smile and pluck a rose from a nearby window box, then realise I just stole one of an old lady's flowers. Oh well. i smile and take a little bow, throwing the rose down. Then I get to the rooftop, and relax. All clear from here.
Yeah, not all vampires are bad. I know. But I live in an FND–a forbidden night district. Guess what? I just broke that law.