((*chuckles* Okay, this is set in a sort of Victorian time... And yes, yes, I am obsessed with vampires. Anyone is welcomes to join, *pokes a certain two people she promised a vampire RPG* My main charries, are Dorian Mith (his history is up, somewhere) and Julien D'Lorve.))

Dorian Mith: Long, shoulder-length hair, large ebony eyes, flecked with scarlet. He is about 6ft in height, and very slender in build.

Julien D'Lorve: Shoulder length hair, hanging in blonde waves around his face. Large pale blue eyes. About 5'8 in height.

These vampires of of the Aristocracy, an undetground labyrinth found, and changed into a Gothic castle, almost, back over seven hundred years ago. Julien is the Leader, yet Dorian, being immortal, and invincible, is the true power behind its forces.

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The light poured in through the study window, the moon illuminating the face of a young man. Dark strands of hair obscured a hollow face, sharp, unmistakably vampiric features, showed from beneath the curtain of errant tresses. Large dark eyes pierced the gloom.
With a sigh, Dorian Mith arose from the heavy oak desk. Why was he even here? For two hours, he had waited in this building; waited for his so called 'leader' to arrive, and return with him, to the Aristocracy.
He walked to the mantle-piece, and lit a cigarette, savouring it, for a second, then falling back into brooding.
Aftwer waiting, for perhaps another thirty minutes, the large doors burst open... From outside, stormed a slender man, blonde tresses shimmering about his shoulders, azure eyes shining, as of elated, by something. Clad in a dark green frock dress, as was so fashionable for the time, the man clapped his hands, and threw himself into a large armchair.
Dorian didn't even turn around, his frame hung with a dark cape, and velvet jacket.

"You're late, Julien..." His voice was soft, though deadly in its calm.

Julien pouted, sulkily from the chair, his arms crossed.
"Yes, yes... I got caught up... You know how it is," at this point, the blonde man, was waving a thin hand, animatedly, in the air.

Dorian turned around, his face serious. "We are leaving for the Aristocracy. It is midnight, Julien. You know we can't wait, any longer."

Julien muttered something, then stood up, making for the doors.
"Fine, get a move on, boy."

((Please join... *sobs hysterically* xD))((Ah, and please, try to keep the one line replies down^^ *points to post* doesn't have to be this big, but a paragraph would be nice ^__^))

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

alright, here is my new charrie Seral, thanks to you

name: Sarawin

Sarawin is a young girl who has been sired on the age of 16, though she begged for mercy, the vampire who sired her was so much in love that he didn't want to see her die of age, she has long brown hair and grey eyes, she is a very small girl. Because she is so small, she often needed toget herself heard and through the years she developed some kind of psychotic temper. She carries the nickname "painless death" since the day that she killed the one who sired her without him making a noise or struggle.


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she watched the two vampires from behind a tree, shyly she pulled her hood over her head and walked towards the two vampires. she looked at both of them, but then she turned around so she would not face them.

I'm sorry to interrupt you two but, shall we get a move on or will we wait until the sun rises and burns us to a crisp?

she turned around to face them and waited for an answer

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They say that eternal life is a curse, I say that life without love is one

I'll use my character Jocelyn....
bio soon

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Jocelyn was walking down the street when she heard raised voices. Being her curious self she made her way through the winding streets until she was in front of a house, the only house with lights on in the street. A sudden chill shot through her spine and she pulled her black hood up around her auburn hair, hiding her features, and pulled the cloak close to her.

It was then when she saw three people, two men and a girl.

"Excuse me, is everything alright?" Jocelyn said though her voice had a tinge of fear in it.

(btw Jocie is a vamp as well... but only recently became one.)

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[*laughs* lol Belegish^^ and welcome, all those who joined xD]

"I tell you, Dorian, I danced with the moon, tonight!" Julien's voice, his constant babbling, was giving Dorian a headache. They had reached the darkening Paris streets. The two of them looked like ghosts in the night; Dorian, the stately, attractive nobleman, yes... And Julien, the beautiful golden aristocrat... Never to be suspected by mere mortals.
As they passed under a streetlamp, Julien's inane babbling seemed to stop. Another voice spoke. Dorian turned on his heel, and arched a thin brow, coming face to face with Sarawin.

"And what exactly, do you think I am doing? Do you believe that I am enjoying this little midnight escapade, with this idiot?" He gestured to the golden haired vampire, who was now, staring off into the shadows, his cerulean eyes wide, like saucers. He had caught sight of Jocelyn. With a wicked smile, he took a few steps towards her, bowing mockingly.

"Ah, what a sight to see... A vampire lady? Ah, what a night..." He glances back over his shoulder at Dorian, his smile sly, cunning, almost.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

as the moonlight shone upon her beautiful face she glanced at the Golden-haired vampire, she looked back at Dorian and smiled strangely to him.

"I see..."she said with a friendly voice, she turned to Julien and suddenly noticed Jocelyn, she looked at her from head to toe but then turned back to Dorian without saying a word.

"shall we go now? I'd rather not stay to long on the streets."

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They say that eternal life is a curse, I say that life without love is one

By this time, the blonde haired vampire was in near hysterics... This was just the kind of thing he delighted in, Dorian knew only too well. The dark eyed vampire sighed heavily, glaring over his shoulder at Julien, and shaking his head. He was tired as it was... He had spent all night hanging around in that cursed building, smoking just to pass the time. And now Julien had returned, only to go into a fit of hysteria, in the middle of the street. This was not his night.
Turning his face back to Sarawin, Dorian nodded, his voice tired, almost irritated.
"Yes... We must go, now. The streets of Paris are hardly safe, at this time of night..."
Julien lounged against the streetlamp, his delicate features mischeivious, illuminated by the golden glow of light. He had a hypnotic quality about him, his every movement seemed to entrance the mind, his slender frame always swaying in time to the breeze, as if made of glass. Dorian had this, too, only his beauty was tragic, showing his soul, his heart. Dark and mysterious, Dorian Mith had broken the hearts of many. He was invunerable, immortal... Yet far too sensitive for a vampire. Far too loving.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Can i join as a young woman cursed with eternal youth that also is an ex of Doriens (Whom he still loves) and shows up?

[Ah, you can certainly join, but Dorian has a strange past. His lovers are all dead. But you can still join, just not as his lover? ^__^]

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Well what I was thinking was that they were lovers long ago, but with her being human and Dorien being a Vamp, he left to keep her safe. She then found out she was dieing with TB, so she found away to have eternal youth. Dorien doesn't know this, and thinks she is dead because she is human. Would that work?

[Ehhhh... Sure, but I warn you, Dorian is a strange one. He is more likely to lose his temper, than show affection^^ *gives brief account of his life*
You see, Dorian was very obnoxious in his youth, and as good as killed his lover.. He was cursed by the gods never to die, and then sired by a vampire. The rest is very dark... But sure, it might work.]

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

((Great!))

Name: Margaret Black

Age: unkown, appears 20

History: She was the lover of Dorien long ago, but with her being human and Dorien being a Vamp, he left to keep her safe, although he still loves her. She then found out she was dieing with TB, so she found away to have eternal youth.

Looks: http://www.natalieportman.com/images/mo ... ad90ta.jpg (but with blue eyes)

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Margaret sighed as she walked the streets. She looked at all the couples laughing, enjoying themselfs. She longed to have that, and although she had been courted by many, only one man stayed in her heart. "Dorein/" she sighed sadly.

Jocelyn blushed slightly and bowed her head causing the hood to hide her glistening green eyes as she looked upon Julien. She could see the wickedness in his eyes but thought nothing of it. She was alone and wanted nothing more than someone to talk to, someone who understood what she was about. It was only a year ago that she had joined the undead, and still unused to the ways of the vampires.

"Where are you going?" Jocelyn asked, her soft voice was carried with the wind.

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Jocelyn Hawkings: Long, mid-back length auburn hair, beautiful yet haunting green eyes with flecks of gold. Petite build though she is tall around 5'8

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

What a night... By now, Dorian's head was throbbing, Julien's words had driven him to the point of madness, as it had done many times. When the golden haired man spoke, and rambled on, it made Dorian want to murder him, and leave his body in a ditch. But he didn't-- couldn't.
With an irritated sigh, Dorian took a cigarette from the breast pocket of his black, velvet jacket, striking a match, and lighting the ivory stick. His movements seemed jerky, fear of the dawn driving his temper to extremes. With a flick of his wrist, he drew on the cigarette, and then crossed his arms.
Julien's hysteria was growing, a peal of laughter escaping his lips, and ringing through the dark streets. At the sight of the smoke emitting from Dorian's cigarette, the blonde vampires eyes widened. Then, he turned back to Jocelyn, and took a few steps towards her.

"Going? Why, to the Aristocracy, dear girl! Where else?" Julien's voice was mocking, and cold.

[lol Pandora, Julien was the one looking at you^^]

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I am sorry. I did not know..." She hesitated before looking at Julien once more.

"May I come with you all... I have no where else to go and my skin itches for the sun will rise soon." She said softly, almost shyly. Her eyes then moved to watch Dorian light a cigerette and watched his eyes change from anger to irritation.

((lol sorry about that. Changed))

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

(( I was thinking that maybe Dorien could sometimes reflect on Margaret.))

Margaret came around a corner where she saw in the distance three peole talking, two men and a girl. She casually walked there way because it was the route she had to take.

Dorian turned, meeting Jocelyn's eyes, for the first time, the cigarette held, in two thin fingers. Hm... A fledgling. The vampire remembered perfectly well what that felt like. In fact, both of them did. For Dorian, it had been an experience he wished to forget, to blank from his mind. For years upon years, he had denied what had happened, refusing the blood of those who offered. Now, it wasn't so bad, he had grown accustomed to the fear of dawn, the ecstacy of blood.
As for Julien, well, the blue eyes vampire had never really cared. Blood, death, and lies? What did they matter to him? After all, those he killed deserved nothing more. And, no matter how Dorian begged, he wouldn't stop. Oh no, not for that whining vampire.
Dorian remained in the shadows, not stepping forward into the lamplight, blue wreathes of smoke obscuring his sharp features.
Julien, however, took Jocelyn's arm, linking her, and pulling her under the streetlight, the same, hysteric, yet gentle smile playing across his lips, his face perfectly serene.

"Yes! Ah, come with us!" the blonde grinned widely at Dorian, "Dorian! We have a lovely companion! See how she shines!"

Dorian merely looked away, taking another drag on his cigarette. How could Julien be so foolish?

(*smiles* He blank his memories, Margaret, so maybe you should meet him?)

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-