Jerome strode out of the the village inn his blonde hair swaying in the strong wind, he turned his head towards the houses on the other side of the road, the ash colored brickes had started to fade, they were now a very white-grey. On some of the houses the windows were cracking, and there resisidence had long abandoned the houses. In others, candle light could be seen through the coloured glass. The road on which horse drawn cariages passed on was marked and dented.
Jerome Krull walked over it, he stood out side one of the abandoned houses, waiting for any unpleasant eyes to pass, when the street had emptied, he pushed open the door. The air smelt damp, yet he began strolling over to the well used fire-place, bending down he lit two small candles, with a broken match, casting a saffron coloured glow over the room. The man took off a raven black cloak, his sapphire eyes shone in the candle light. His hand reached up and touched a small cut on his forhead, a slight trickle of ruby red blood ran dawn his head, the red stood out on Jerome's pale face, quickly he wiped it away.
Earlier on he had been kicked out of an inn, for not paying for his drink.
The man walked over to a small pine table, pulling a half brocken chair to the table, and sat down.

(My first roleplay on here. Please don't one line post.)

A small girl in a white dress covered in dirt comes out from the shadows
"hello, is anyone there?"
she says in a small scared voice

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Cathrine took a careful step- a slow step, one that echoed the many years of solditude that lay before and behind her. She had time, she was time, and she hated her sorry excistance.
Her appearance was more than pleasing; she was tall, slim, and had toned lithe, muscles. Her skin shon unnatrualy pale, though white was more befitting; Then there was her hair- long, lustrous black locks that curled at the ends. Her full red lips seemed made to smile, yet she found that so hard, she felt so wretched.
Her eyes alone told the story of her age, what she had seen and felt, and ignored and wanted- Large clear orbs, again unnatrually so, as unnatrually clear as they were emerald, and truely so. With each glance they glittered and sparkled and were framed by heavy black lashes.
This woman, in other words, was a moving work of art, an angel out of an italian painting mayhap? Her truth was more gruesome than that...
She roamed the streets at night, stealing from who she wanted, moving silently, swiftly and gracefully; a ghost in the streets of the village- a ghost she seemed, pale and wanton, mourning her lost life- Yet alive and kicking she lived, fiece as a tiger and wit sharper than any man.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

((Is this from anywhere in particular, so I can refer to it? ))

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Layien walked the cold, dark streets with her hands shoved in her pockets yet her head held high, with her black hair in her eyes, covering an new bruise she just recieved. Her light blue eyes searched the area rapidly, but her mind was at ease. She wore an pair of black sweats an an white T-shirt with an hoodie over it, covering her muscluar body structure as she strolled down the alley-way. She sighed heavily as rain started to fall.

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Jerome turned his head as if looking around the room, a small figure caught his eye, when she stepped out of the shadowy corner, he realised that it was only a small girl, her clothes were dirty, he then heard a small scared whisper
"what do you want? This place is still in use, and in my use too, who are you anyway?" the man had a english acent, as he growled the words.
Jerome was on his feet now, he could see that the girl was scared, but he himself hadn't had a very good day, and he didn't feel like comforting anyone.
Jerome told the girl to sit at the table
"so how long have you been in my house?" he asked as gently as possible.
As he waited for an answer, he walked over to the cracking window. Out-side he saw a woman, he reconised those black locks of her hair, he even reconised the way she walked. She was a beautiful woman, maybe he had seen her out there before.
He was going to go out there and see if she needed any help, when he saw another woman, he could not see her face as clearly as the first woman's, all he could see was a tiny bit of white T-shirt sticking out from under her hoodie, he lost sight of her as she walked down an side-ally, and the rain began to fall.
Jerome turned back to the girl, and gave a half smile.

(It's set in the middle-ages, but not a fan based roleplay)

Marak followed the two women down the street.He tucked his shoulder length black hair under his coat and slowly caught up to them inch by inch. Soon he would move in on the one of his choice.


by the way this is what he looks like ;

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Cathrine heard steps up ahead, and slowed her pace, resuming her stoll as she caught sight of the woman. She raised her hand in greeting, and smiled warmly through her cold features. Her gaze briefly flickered to the sky, registring the droplets of water that had begon to fall; 'Angel Tears' as she had called them when she was young.
"Good Evening," she called out, wiping the loose locks from her face as they matted against her forehead from the rain.
Somehow she registered some movement behind her, but dismissed it. She could sense danger- She felt none.

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(is anyone talking to me?)

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((i join! looks fun!))

two small children, who looked about the age of seven, walked into the house. you could tell that the little girls were twins. each was the exact clone of the other. they walked hand in hand. one was in a light yellow dress and the other in a light blue one.

their names were Tameka and Tamitha. their names meant Twin and twin. both girls had black hair and bright blue eyes. they were a adventurous pair who loved excitement. they often sneaked into the house to 'explore' it.

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

[-grins- Yep, meh ^^]

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A hooded and cloaked man walked the empty streets, heading to his home, or so what he called home. He turned a corner and stopped. He saw two woman walking twards him, and a man not far behind.

Like a gost he slipped into the shadows, gloved hand going to the sword at his waiste that was hidden under his cloak...

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Cathrine paused, and looked at this new man with her hard eyes, taking in his stance in the shadows.
For a moment her eyes held his, before she looked away as if she had seen nothing.

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The man smiled, watching them. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest. His hood concealed his face from onlookers...

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Marak moved closer to the girl who was talking. Then he spotted another man, and then decided to wait a little bit longer. So he stepped back in the shadows.

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Lee came in, seeing many people amongst her. Her long blue cloak hid her body, but her face was visiable, and she scanned the room.

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