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[♥ Hεsτiα]

Thanks! I only saw it on my other sites, so I decided to use it! ;D

[PHiLOCRATES]

That's nice! I like that

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As Sam Lyons in Beautiful Night on Beyond Reality. Sam is a Slayer in a world controlled by Supernaturals. He and a fellow Slayer, Triska, work together to hunt down and kill supernaturals who they believe are poisoning the world.

Sam swiped the card across the laser on the door lock. He heard the elevator doors shut behind him as he pushed open the door and stepped into the penthouse apartment. It was furnished beautifully, black leather and silk everywhere. He smiled. Sam hadn't stayed in such a lavish hotel for months, since his last big vampire kill. He let the door fall shut behind him and headed over to the massive window which took up one whole wall and looked out across the desolate city, away to the south. He stretched up, flexing all the muscles in his body. He smiled, watching the sun set behind the horizon, the last of the rays staining the sky deep red.

Sam turned from the window and headed into the bathroom. Like the main apartment, it was clean and modern, white tiles on the wall with marble furnishing and gold fittings. Sam leant over the massive bath tub and twisted the taps on the faucet. There were bath salts by the sink which Sam picked up and poured into the filling bath. A beautiful aroma of jasmine immediately filled the room as the steam from the bath misted up the large wall mirror.

Sam headed back out into the main appartment, unfastening his gun holsters, sword belt and crossbow holster. He let the weapons fall onto the sofa, relieved to be rid of the weight of them for once. Facing the window again he began unbuttoning his shirt before slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor. Gently he rubbed the tattoo on his chest, positioned over the scar caused by a crossbow bolt entering his chest. It still hurt sometimes; when it was cold or wet.

He shook his head, his blonde hair falling attractively across is face. Turning back into the heart of the appartment, he walked towards the main bedroom, unbuttoning his trousers as he walked. The bedroom was nice. Black satin bed sheets adorned a giant, four-poster bed of dark mahogany. He smiled. Of course, he'd offer this room to Triska, it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

He leaned against the doorway and untied his boots, pulling them off along with his thick, black socks. He padded barefoot back into the living room and then off through another door into the second bedroom. It was significantly smaller than the master bedroom but still beautifully furnished. It held a double bed with a carved mahogany headboard and more of the black satin bedding. He put his boots, with his socks tucked inside them, down just inside the door before wriggling out of his trousers and tossing them onto the bed.

Sam, aware that the bath was still running, hurried back into the bathroom in his boxer shorts. The bath was nearly full to the overflow point, so his quickly turned off the taps and let a little of the water out. As he headed out into the living room and over to the airing cupboard to find a towel, he glanced towards the door, wondering where Triska had got to. As usual, she'd gone off somewhere on her own. He really hated it when she just disappeared. His speciality was tracking supernaturals, not heavily armed, blind women.

Internally shrugging to himself he pulled his boxers of and sighed happily as he stretched, naked as the day he was born. He was standing right infront of the window, but he knew there was no one out there to see him. He smiled. It wasn't often he had the luxury of being free and naked in a gorgeous penthouse appartment, a bath in the other room, food at the end of a phone and alcohol in the mini-bar. Moving his weapons off of the black leather sofa, he lay down enjoying the cold feeling of the leather against his skin. He put his hands up behind his head and closed his eyes, revelling in the quiet and stillness of the room.

['HERA]

Classes ended that left afternoon. Thank God, it was just about time. Nick felt like he should leave that place quickly. He was really bored there. Nothing else to do than just sit, listened to the lecturer talking boring lessons about literature, and did some assignments. Get me out of here, he moaned in his mind.

Luckily, he could still handle his power in the middle of boringness. If not, probably he would have already slammed a desk. Well, probably not that harsh to express his boringness. But however, he was just so bored and wanted to get out of the classroom. Actually Nick liked literature. It was just he wasn't in his mood to study today. He hated why he had to go to the college that day,when he preferred to just stay at the dorm and slept. He slept late last night. Around midnight. He had some bad dreams, about his father and the Juniper. It was already the 10th dream he had about his father and the Juniper, he counted. It kept haunting him.

Anyway, he was just about to head to the dorm when something hit him. The meeting! he just remembered something that he had to do, visiting the Clayton estate to attend the meeting. Ugh, he almost forgot about that. Luckily he didn't go straight to his dorm and fell asleep. He would miss it.

Nick walked fast along the sidewalk of Primrose Hills. He took a glance at his watch. damn, I'm almost late! he walked faster and then ran. It wasn't until his footsteps stopped in front of a familiar building, a manor, likely. Thank goodness, I'm here, he came closer to the gate and rang the bell. He wondered what the meeting would be. One thing for sure, he would meet a woman named Jennifer Clayton, the leader of Vervain that people would mostly talk about. Wise and nice leader, that's what he mostly heard about people's description about her. It made him even more wondered.

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As Cruella de Vil on ;; paradise p i e r

If this is love;;
Then I don’t wanna know what isn’t;;
I won’t say another word;;
If this is love;;

The light from the glorious shining sun fell down through the windows on the walls of Couch Mountain. The radiant beams of light danced through the air as they made they were to fall upon the pure glamor that was Cruella de Vil. The light illuminated her entire self so that she almost seemed to have a translucent glow about her. Her Chocolaty hazelnut hair seemed to shine from the light as it bounced at the sides of her head. The emerald color of her eyes glistened when the sun danced across her porcelain-like skin, it's pale color magnified tenfold by the light.

Cruella was sitting on a couch alone an she wearing a real fashion statement. Her entire body was adorned in real furs. She was wearing an elegant and sleek dress that cut short just after the knee and really showed off her slim figure. She had stilettos upon her thin feet and a light fur skin coat was draped around her, as well as a fur skin boa that surrounded her neck. A slight wind rushed past and the fur o her clothes seemed to stand on end with the breeze but that was impossible, as the were not alive anymore.

She was sitting on a large and comfortable leather sofa and she had her sketch pad upon her lap. She was busy designing a new party dress that counted as half her grade in this new assignment given to her by her teacher. The design so far consisted of a stick thin model wearing a vibrant pink dress. The dress was cut just above the breast area and it fell all the way down to the knee, it had an underskirt made from a sort of black lace. It was tied at the waist with a black piece of fabric, the same as the dress, and tied in a black stylish bow at the side. It was a very good piece in Cruella's opinion, in fact all her work was good in her opinion.

After putting the finishing touches on the dress, she stood up and went to walk away. She was not, however, prepared for what was going too happen next. She turned to move away when someone rudely knocked into her and the next thing she knew she felt a cold patch all over her. She look down and her black dress was covered in a dirty brown colored water, this was not good, in fact it was worse, it was a disaster. The muddy water also got on part of her fur coat which would be impossible to get out, she would have to throw it out. But the worst was yet to come. Her entire sketchpad was now saturated with water, her new design sketch had just been obliterated by this blundering dolt!

"..." Cruella needed to breathe, because if she didn't she feared that she would blow a gasket. She ignored the poor kids ramblings and went on.What ... Did ... You ... Just ... DO!? She yelled, shaking her fist at him, if he wasn't;t careful he was about to make the biggest enemy of his life, and Cruella De Vil was not someone to be taken lightly.

Link to Dress Image, imagine belt as balck =P

[çôrinnâ]

Wow, nice RP! The dialogue is just so Cruella Devil-ish ^^
Right now I am into an original gifted RPG owned by my friend, not an academy based or Heroes-based, the setting is just like Heroes. It makes me addicted, but unfortunately for now I'm having writer's block there. I RP-ed of being attacked by enemies and stuff, it was just so cool. I'll post some samples here ^^

[Calypso]

I'm really not a long post person. Here is one of my posts as Jason Taylor on The Asylum It's a new-ish site based on patients in an asylum who have unique abilities. The girl that Jason is talking to has the ability to read minds, the italics indicate what he is thinking! Jason is a nice doctor that is in love with his patient. Unfortunately, his girlfriend cheated on him.

Nick.
Jason stood up from the chair and walked back over to his desk. He couldn't bring himself to speak in fear he'd shout at Fariah and make the matter worse. Jason cleared his throat and looked at Fariahs notes. He slammed his fist down on them, realising exactly what the notes meant. They weren't his hard work. It was him rating how good she was in bed. "You can go now." Jason told her, his voice hoarse and threatening to show his emotion. Do not argue with me. It was a threat as well as a warning.
He didn't look up from the file, pulling out Nicks notes he screwed them up and threw them at her, "Just incase you wanted to know how you rated..." He told her, the anger causing his voice to shake. He looked at her, his eyes showing the betrayel he couldn't even begin to describe.
"Your appointment tomorrow is cancelled. I'll find you another doctor. You won't have to see me again." He had tried to steady his voice but it became an octave higher. If he didn't control his speech he would probably end up screaming at her, threatening her in his first language. "Would you like me to book it with Dr. Monroe?" He mocked her.
His jaw hardened again, clamping his mouth shut to hide his emotion. He avoided her eye contact and translated all his thoughts in french. He wanted her out of his head. She had no reason to be in there now.



This is my sample RP for a character on a new board that I recently stumbled upon. I found it on the advertising page on this site Basically, she is a vampire and a harlot. Darkest Ways

Jessica let out a slow moan as she rolled onto her back looked up to the sky. Tonight had been yet another night of ecstasy for her. She'd found a human male and had had him, in public. He'd not known his luck!
Of course, she'd killed him after. She didn't want to make a name for herself, this man was bound to be the clingy kind and would want to continue to see her. Couldn't have that now, could we?
Jessica had buried his body a little way away, the last remenants of his blood clinging to her tastebuds and causing her to salivate as she finished digging his grave. Wiping her mouth, a trickle of blood escaping her lips, Jessica licked her hand and shoved the body into its shallow grave. Laying a white rose on his chest, she smiled to herself. The two pinprick marks on the side of his neck were the only traces of colour left.