This RP is where a woman, Margaret, meets a vamp, who he falls for her. She dosen't know what he is until later, but does not care. What she does is she sings at a bar for a living and he starts attending when they meet.

I am Margaret and Seral is the Vamp.

I shall joineth^^

Name: Ardanien.
Age: over four hundred years old.
Appearence: Ardan is about 5'10, with flowing black hair, his eyes are large and auburn. His face is the picture of innocence, lightly bronzed skin, that gleams in the moonlight, and his voice is musical, with a slight accent, that is unplaceable.
He was born in Italy, but he moved to Paris when he was seventeen. Ardan was sired brutally, when he accidentally got mixed up with a coven.
He is extremely wise, yet very strange... His heart still beats, having never passed the barrier of Death, by taking mortal blood, as he faded.

*points to banner* and he's on the very far right^^

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

i'll join, cannot resist a vamp rp...

add bio soon

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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

((Ok. I will start, By the way Margaret is 20, and remember the pics I showed you.))

Margaret Black finished fixing her hair in the mirror, and walke onto the stage. She was a beauty to behold. Opening her mouth she let a haunting, and inchanting melody flow out as she sung, not noticing the newest member of the crowd with the flowing black hair and large auburn eyes.

~Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .

Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .

Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .

Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night . . .

Let your mind
start a journey through a
strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be !
Only then
can you belong
to me . . .

Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night . . . ~

Name: Evelyn
Age: 21
Appearence: Eve is tall, around 5'8 with slightly curled golden hair that cascades down her back to her buttocks. Her eyes are a haunting blue-green, and her face is soft with high cheekbones. Her skin is slightly tanned from the sun which gives her a warm look.

She is but a barmaid, but she is well-liked by the town and her best friend is Margaret.

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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

((Awsome Pandora, she could become suspecous of Ardanien.))

((Thanks Mari... sure that sounds good... looks for picture of character.))

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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

((Your welcome.))

Ardan watched, as the woman walked onto the stage... Normally, he wouldn't be here. Normally, he would be spending his time deep in the refuge he had made himself... Surrounding himself with memories of the past. Not that the past mattered.
The auburn eyed vampire wound his way through the crowd, through the mob of mortals... Their hearts beating, so tantalizingly, in his ears. He could almost taste their blood on his tongue... On his lips.
Shaking his head, trying to clear those thoughts, Ardan found himself a seat, brushing the silken tendrils of hair from his face.
So much laughter. So much normality. The young man could hardly handle such an atmosphere.
Yet, he leaned back, in his chair, smoothing the velvet frock coat, the crimson brocade.
As the girl walked onto the stage, Ardan found himself becoming more calm. Curiosity, to match the burning need for blood, coursed through his veins.
Who was she, this singer girl?

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

Evelyn wiped off some tables with her damp cloth preparing for the next act. Once the unattended tables were cleaned she leaned agaisnt the bar and watched as her friend, Margaret walked onto stage with such grace that few could outdo her.

When Margaret opened her mouth the whole bar fell into a trance under the hypnotic waves of her voice. It wasn't the first time that Even had listened to her friend sing, but it still entrapped her none the less.

Evelyn smiled from her spot as she watched the crowd fall under her friends spell. It was only when Evelyn saw a strange man move about the floor that her train of thought broke, something was not right about this mand. It could just be that she had never seen him before but she was not going to take her eyes off him until she was sure he was safe.

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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

Margaret let her last song die away and flowed into a new song, one even more melomatic then the last.

~It's only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely

No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
Life can be easy
It's not always swell
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl
'Cause it hurts like hell (echo hurts like hell)

But down in the underground
You'll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon, ah ,ah

It's only forever
It's not long at all
Lost and lonely
That's underground
Underground~

She sighed and sipped the water she had.

Yay! 'nother Vamp RPG ^^ Can I joinsses?
Bio:
Name : Cathrine Blackadder
Gender: female
Age when bitten : 21
Nationality : British
Apperance : Cathrine is very tall with a pale complexion and a beautifull figure, her eyes are dark green and show under heavy lashes. Loves to flirt- the perfect seductress
Bio : daughter of the rich Mina Blackadder who died under suspicius circumstances. Was brought up in France so speaks french fluently. When her education had finished she took up music.
Her sireing ahppened when she took a 'wrong' lover if you get the gist ^^

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Ardan continued to watch the girl on stage, she interested him, strangely enough; something about her voice, reminded him of the time in which her was sired.
As he looked away, for a moment, the auburn eyed vampire caught sight of Evelyn, the dark look she gave him, from across the room. Silent laugher echoed through his mind.
He understood her reason for watching him; he hardly blended in with the crowd... With his luminious skin, his feline movements, that preternatural voice of his... Beauty, above all, made him stand out, that surreal innocence that had broken the heart of many a person.
And what was he? It didn't matter. A vampire, the undead... Yes, both of those things... Yet a heart still beat in his chest. Ardan remembered how he had been sired... How the whole turn of events had come about... The coven, the lights, ah, and the woman.
Shaking his head, Ardan let his eyes rest on the stage, again. He wasn't here to remember the past.

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

Evelyn stared deep into the depths of Ardan's eyes as he looked at her, she could see the beauty and mystery of the man and almost broke her gaze but she did not.

This was for Margaret. Eve saw the way men looked at her friend, especially when she sang and this man was no different. She could tell that he found her enchanting and she would do anything to keep Margaret safe. So she let the man break the contact as he looked back onstage.

Eve took a deep breath as the piercing eyes turned from her and she turned around and grabbed a small shot glass before draining it and looking back at her friend.

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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

Margaret looked around the room wondering what song to sing next. Then she knew, this song was the best choice.

~There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you-oo-oo
As the world falls down

Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling in love

I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing the path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars ~

Margaret curtsied and left the stage walking to the bar said to Evelyn. "How was I tonight? Good, I hope."

Cathrine gently let the door fall shut behind her, slipping into a seat near the bar, her eyes flicking around with an interessted look on her face.
She watched the woman leave the stage, strangely disappionted she had missed the entertainment. Long white fingers rapped on the table-top menecingly.
She had been given a job- but one she would choose to ignore if 'the job' wasnt here after all.

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