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[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Gray"]Firenze bounced her knee up and down impatiently. She understood the purpose of her being her, but it didn't change the fact that she hated drawn out meetings. She guessed that was probably the reason most of her clan had died out centuries ago. Order was never her best friend and planning things just seemed to take too long. [COLOR="Plum"][I]'Firenze, what are you going to do now?" an older gentleman called after her. She turned to look at him. He was a massive wolf made up of mostly grey fur. He had stopped changing into his human form some seven centuries before she met him telling her some non-sense about it was going to kill him. She hardly paid attention to him. "I'm going to find him." She called back to him. "And what will that do you except cause more trouble." "What do I have left, Pan?" Firenze shifted into her wolf form, smelling the surrounding area before looking back at the grey wolf. "You have me." He walked up to her. Firenze laughed at him. "You are a grand-sire, there's no way I'd stay here with you. Besides, I would drive you mad." She looked around at her slaughtered commrades. One day her kind would be seen as more than just beasts. "He can set this right," Firenze yipped. "Are you sure its not just lust for his blood that drives you to follow him Firenze? What if you find him and he wants nothing more than for you to be dead." The grey wolf sniffed around the bodies. Firenze snarled at him. "I will have his blood again and he will be mine." "I think you're crazy wolf. That vampire will have your head on a plate." Firenze turned on him then, ripping into his shoulder with her teeth. He whimpered, falling to the ground. She sneered at him, her long snout in his face. "I have no loyalty to you or you have witted ideas. You follow me and I will kill you." She snapped at him before leaping over him, gracefully loping off into the distance.[/I][/COLOR] Firenze looked over at Seraphim, his long hair pulled back away from his face. He was discussing his new mission with this men. He held her hand in his and it felt...ackward.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Gray"]His touch was cool against her hands and his eyes almost as cold. Her heart raced as his scent engulfed her. Bitter sweet memories flooded her mind. She was losing herself in him and everthing that was him. His power swirling around her like no other had ever done. She pulled away from him, throwing the chair over as she moved away from him. She could feel him watching her, but the bitterness was rising in her. She growled low in her chest when she spun around to look at him again. "I'm not an idiot Seraphim," she growled at him her form shimmering back and forth in small sections. "Do you think to trick me and go running off again? A thousand years I've been tracking your hide all over the world! I'll hunt you all over again for all of eternity! You can't hide from me!" She snarled at him as he stood. "Firenze stop," he said coldly. "How is he?" she softened, walking towards the end of the room. "Strong, I'm sure you saw." "And he knows nothing?" She turned to look at him. How she wanted to engulfed in his powerful embrace. To listen to his blood rush through his body with all the power she had ever desired to consume. He was hers and yet he was not. "Nothing?" She flew at him. He caught her as she reached forward, sinking her teeth into his shoulder and neck. A groan escaped his lips. She dug her nails into his back as she drew him closer. "I will never let you go," she whispered into his ear as he slammed her against a wall. He made no move to reply back as he ran his hand along her leg. His power pulsed in her head. His scent grew stronger, overwhelming almost all of her senses. Her control on her form faltered as he bit into her and she could feel his blood in hers. His hand ran over her shoulder and she felt him hesitate. "Old wounds, Seraphim. Old wounds..."[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT="Arial Narrow"][SIZE="2"]OCC: Hope that's ok Afro![/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Gray"]Firenze danced about the room impatiently. Nero sat in a chair idly chatting with some sprite. Though his appearance was decieving, she knew he was much older than most of the immortals that occupied this bit Seraphim had called a base. She could never understand vampires taste in housing or clothing for that matter. "Why don't you sit down and relax?" someone motioned towards a chair, but she snuffed her nose up at him. "Pathetic," Firenze mumbled under her breath as she looked at the others. There was a peacoat dressed vampire who smelt some what fairly but nothing compared to Seraphim's sweet allure. She cocked her head to the side suddenly when she noticed a fair female vampire sitting by herself at a small table. Firenze stalked closer, sliding into a chair across from this girl. This child. The girl startled as Firenze sat down, looking about to try and figure out what was going on. Firenze leaned forward, her body almost fully on the table staring at this girl. She sniffed the air, the girl looking at her as if she was crazy. "How long have you been a vampire a couple of decades?" Firenze growled at her, but the girl said nothing. "Why would Seraphim let a...[I]child[/I] like you into his ranks? Do you even know what you're fighting for?" The girl dropped her head down into her lap. Firenze could smell fear trickling off her body. Firenze jumped up, frustrated and bored. She wanted Seraphim... "Argh," she began to pace back and forth across the room, shifting from wolf to human form as she went.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Gray"]Bars...a great place to pick up men or loose women, depending on your prefence. But it was also the perfect place to find vampires looking to score their next meal which made them extremely easy to catch. Generally speaking Firenze enjoyed the chase and kill method of hunting her food, but she had grown so bored with the hunt. Powerful vampires were becoming harder and harder to find. And recently all she could think of was Seraphim. She hadn't seen or even smelt him since that faithful first encounter. She needed him....craved him beyond anything she had ever felt. A rumble rosed her from her current victim, a century old twit that fell easily into her grasp. Her muzzle was drenched in his sweet, yet lacking blood as she approached the end of the alley way. Fire and smoke errupted into the air as another explosion followed shortly after. The rank smell of burning debri filled her nose and then another more pleasant smell attacked her. "Oh my..." she mumbled to herself as she slid back into her human form. "What does my lovely nose find for me?" She wiped her mouth clean with a piece of cloth that she had torn from her victim as she strolled down the side walk, her nose leading the way. She rounded a corner to find a very lovely sight indeed. A rather handsome mix breed standing over a fair girl with a whip. She ducked back around the corner and waited for him to come out. She followed after him and swung her arm around his shoulders playful. "Nero...Nero! How do you do my dear precious Nero?" She playfully teased at his ear with her words. "Do I know you?" he tried to shrug her off while still being polite. "Of course you do!I'm the [I]big bad wolf[/I] who ate two little piggies and red riding hoods grandma." She danced about in front of him. "Then aren't you suppose to be dead?" She stopped in front of him, a very stern look on her. "Those are fairy tales told to keep little kids happy. I never die." "So what does the big bad wolf want?" "I want you to take me to sweet delicious Seraphim. No worries precious Nero...I want harm him none."[/COLOR][/FONT] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Black"]OOC: Sorry it took me so long Afro.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="SeaGreen"]If it would be oh so possible for someone to make a banner/avi set for me with the following pictures it would be great. Any color scheme would work as long as DC781 is on the avi and "Can you really trust a wolf?" is on the banner please! Thanks! DC PS: Not all images have to be used![/COLOR][/FONT] [IMG]http://media.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/wolfsrain/wolfsrain_2_640.jpg?m=1194400015[/IMG] [IMG]http://media.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/wolfsrain/wolfsrain_4_640.jpg?m=1194400082[/IMG] [IMG]http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k75/Sturmer09/Kiba3.jpg[/IMG]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Gray"][B]Name:[/B] Firenze Nuri [B]Age:[/B] 13th century [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Species:[/B] Werewolf [B]Alliance:[/B] Seraphim (no one else but Seraphim) [B]Appearance:[/B] At an average height of five feet and four inches tall, Firenze Nuri seems fragile with brillant blue eyes and long dark hair. Her fair features hide her fierce personality with perfectly placed lips and a soft nose. Her body is firm but she's by no means model skinny. Her wolf form is her best feature. [CENTER][IMG]http://media.moddb.com/cache/images/members/1/258/257254/thumb_620x2000/BLACK_WOLF_.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [B]Personality:[/B] A monster in her own right, Firenze is a hot tempered and nasty. Her appearance makes her deadly because she can draw anyone in before they realize what she's truly after. As a wolf she is a master of huntress and no wound can stop her from her prey. [B]Weapons:[/B] None. (what werewolf needs a weapon...seriously :-P) [B]Unique Ability/Special Skills:[/B] Can change at will. [B]Writing Sample:[/B] Blood...it was everywhere, rushing into her mouth and nose like a fountain. Thick, rich blood, heavy with memories that were not hers. Powerful, intoxicating blood and she wanted more! Her head shot up, her eyes scanning the crazed battle field. Creatures of all sorts, including werewolves, were running a muck through the burning town. "Over there!" A man pointed to her from across the courtyard. Her heart leapt nearly out of her chest as she began to race across the courtyard. This was no ordinary man. This was her favorite vampire who called himself Simon. He was the keeper of the pits, a place she had reluctantly called home. Screams accompanied her to bed every night as he was rape and torement those that were forced to stay in the pits. She had not done anything to warrent her being placed in such a place except she was born a werewolf. The frigid cold air swept past her ears, ruffling her fur along her neck and back as she dashed across the rough stones of the courtyard. Three silver swords were drawn against her, but she wasn't afraid of them. The pain would be fierce but her revenge was stronger. She lept through the air and landed on her target. Her teeth sinking into the leg of the vampire on her right. She ripped it from his body, his screams filling her ears. She felt the searing pain of the vampire on the left thrusting his sword into her side. "Kill it! Kill it you damned idiot!" screamed Simon under her. She could feel herself howl in pain, reaching around and ripping the other vampire's arm off, the sweet taste of his blood dripping onto her tongue. They were useless to Simon now. His screams grew faint as she listened to the increasing flood of fresh blood running through his body. Her snout was quickly buried in his chest, blood rushing all over her mouth. Firenze shot her head up, her lust suddenly gone. A vampire like nothing she had seen before walked calmly through the battle field, easily slicing heads off of any one that stood in his way. He smelled sweet and ungodly powerful. She must have him. She rushed forward, dodging to the left only to recieve his sword into her right shoulder. A snarl escaped her, savage teeth exposed before he brought his eyes down open her. Cold masterful eyes. Her hatred vanished and he pulled his sword from her with little care. He left her, never looking back to go about things as if they had never run into each other. [I]Seraphim[/I] his name floated through her like a chilled breeze and she vowed on that day that her teeth would only sink into the flesh of the undead. That she would only drink the blood of the cursed until she found him again. To whatever end it brought, she would have him.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Green"]Ok so I'm going to try [I]not[/I] to take offense to some of the things on this thread [I][B]*Vampire/Demon/Angel/Lycanthrope (This is because nobody ever gets it right, and that pisses me off for some reason.)* [/B][/I]Being that I have ran some very successful and long running RPGs with this theme. That said. I have tried the western approach, basing it off of a very popular novel probably hindered its success but none-the-less I love this idea! I have seen the attempts for a viking theme but they've never seemed worth signing up for. And you have to be careful on how much control you take over the RPG too. I know a lot of players don't like following set rules (such as predetermined posting orders) ect. A couple of ideas, I'm not sure if they would ever work would be maybe a Alien invasion theme or pirates/buried treasure sort of thing. I have been in a few RPGs that had a pirates sort of theme too but the creator didn't have the sort of stamina or structure the rpg needed. I could see you doing well with either (and all ideas) since you seemed determinded to have dedicated players. Though that's hard to find in itself. Alright now that I've rambled on forever. I'll leave ya be. I hope to see a new rpg up from you soon :-)[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Navy"][CENTER]The man without a face: Alick Eastman[/CENTER] A man of short stature walked down the barren halls of his current employment, his boot heels clicking with obnixious presistance on the tiled floor. He was youngful in appearance but his thick hands were begining to show his true age of thirty-three. Alick turned a corner with graceful steps and opened a door just a few steps down. The room was empty; not surprising. "Bastard left early again," Alick grumbled aloud. He walked in and slapped the folder in his hand upon the desk, reading over the name plaque that stared back at him: "Edward Danvers". How he hated working for the London Offical, but it was money. He picked up the plaque, fingering the lettering with bored fasination. He couldn't understand why a man like Danvers was still in office. He was filth, a dog. Then Alick started thinking. He chuckled, "maybe I'm no better." He set the plaque back down. "What's this?" He reached down, his fingers gingerly wrapping around the thin newspaper. Their was no heading because the page had been folded on top of it. He began to read the article on the front page, skimming through the lines quickly. "Someone killed a Thomas Jackson. Why is Danvers concerned with this? It has no releavance to his current endeavors." Alick creased his brows. He shook his head and tossed the paper back onto the desk, strolling out with every intent to leave the office. He gathered his things and made his way down the flights of stairs. He beckoned a carriage, pulling his top hat down onto his brow as he climbed in. "Evenin' ter ya, Mr. Eastman," came an all too familiar accent in Alick's left ear. He turned to see look at the much larger man. "Wot services would [I]yeh be[/I] seekin' this time?" "None, good sir Jack." Alick said almost miserably. "Oh aye?" "Early hours for Lord Danvers tomorrow. Last thing I need is to have some young thing messing up the order of my flat and taking all my needed energy." Alick motioned for the carriage to stop. He slid the door open and signaled for the man to exit.[/COLOR][/FONT] [CENTER][FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="RoyalBlue"]OOC: I know I didn't go into much detail on Alick Eastman's vice so I'll simply state that he has an addiction to prositutes, both male and female. But he does not necissarily sleep with the women but enjoys abusing them. The men he loves to lavish in fine clothing and luxaries.[/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"]I absolutely love it! Thank you so very much!![/FONT]

[FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="Green"]Hey all those on OB with far more talent than I in this art. I have a request please! I would like a blood+ avi/banner set. I have a few pictures that I would like used in the creation process...other than that let your imaginations fly![/COLOR][/FONT] [IMG]http://img335.imageshack.us/img335/9789/duofl1.png[/IMG] [IMG]http://sishou.up.seesaa.net/image/blood2BOP.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://images.minitokyo.net:8001/view/247243.jpg[/IMG] [FONT="Arial Narrow"][COLOR="green"]Thank you![/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]Jaden studied the screen for a moment, wishing he knew who was in charge of the inventory to see what they needed but he supposed it would be a good idea after the battle he had missed. He placed his hand on the com system and tried to sound as professional as possible. "This is your captain speaking, we will be landing for some supplies. We will be staying for a few days so fell free to do some shopping of your own." Jaden removed his hand from the com and turned to the young man at the controls. He gave Jaden a strange look making him feel uncomfortable. "It should be a rather smooth ride, Captain if you'd like to take a seat." Yuri motioned towards the seat not far from his. "Uhhhhhh," Jaden began. "I think I'm going to make a trip to the Doc's office to see what the damage was from our first battle." Jaden turned around, knocked his knee into a chair, stumbled a bit and finally made his way out of the room. He did rather well this round in finding the doc's office without too much trouble. Only bumping into a couple people and a few random objects before stumbling into the office and interrupting some conversation between a woman and the doc. "Oh...excuse me...I'll come back another time."[/FONT]

[CENTER][FONT=Arial Narrow]They are beautiful :-D Thank you![/FONT][/CENTER]

[CENTER][FONT=Arial Narrow]Wootness :-D can't wait to see :-D[/FONT][/CENTER]

[CENTER][FONT=Arial Narrow]Hello fellow OBers...I don't know how many of you out there know of Kyo Kara Maoh, but I have grown rather obessed with the story and even named my ferrets Konrad and Yuri!! I know, I'm crazy but I can't help it. So I was wondering if one of you fine artists could make me an avi/banner set. My favorite characters, if you couldn't already tell, are Konrad and Yuri. So something combinding the two in darker colors: grey, pale blue or something along those lines. I don't have much in the way of pictures that I could think of possibly using, but if you need some let me know and I can post what I have. Um...I would like "DC781" on the avi please and "My life is your's." Thank you uberly! DC[/FONT][/CENTER]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]Jaden beckoned the four guards that had orginally escorted the two escapees into the doc's office to help escort them down to the cells, not that Jaden really knew where they were. But that never stopped him before. The three females left Jaden feeling uncomfortable, not scared, but uncomfortable. He wanted to question them but where to begin. [I]You know the doc thinks the Rsam was crazy to put you on the Obession as Captain.[/I] Jaden could hear Mark's voice in the back of his head. [I]He doesn't even think you can take these low lifes down to the holding cells without screwing it up.[/I] Jaden tossed his head slightly, trying to keep the burden of living up to something other than his already clumsy name, allowing himself to fall behind the guards and the prisioners. He realized that this was a far better position to be in. He could watch them and it would be harder for them to attack him and take control of the situation. "You're not really much of a captian," this female by the name of Naydine, was it, commented. "Well it got me off the rock I was living on." Jaden tried to smile when he noticed the very female mocking him was very obviously limping. "Here let me help." Jaden walked up towards her and one of the guards blocked his way. "Don't you know that you can't touch a prisioner when you're captain of a ship." She said with a wiry smile. Jaden squinted his eyes some from the remark, but slid the guard aside. He may be captain of the ship, clumsy, and dead set against females but he wasn't going to allow a creature to suffer. He slid his arm around her back, tilted her back and pulled her legs up towards his chest. She was amazingly light, almost to the point where he thought he was going to break her. She seemed to struggle some before relaxing. "But me down!" she protested. "No. Now stop moving before I drop you." Jaden said firmly.[/FONT] [SIZE=1]OOC: I hope this is alright with every one and I didn't get your character wrong BKstyles.[/SIZE]