Sign Up Dance [M for Language, Violence and possible Sex]

[ArunueShekamari]

[font=Garamond]This RP will contain large amounts of violence, which also means there's bound to be strong language.[/font]



[font=Garamond][size=4]Dance[/size][/font]

[font=Courier New]Midnight shadows,[/font]
[font=Courier New]Sunshine's darkness,[/font]
[font=Courier New]Never hide from light.[/font]

[font=Garamond]"I won't,." A strong voice said through the night. "[b]You shall not live, then[/b]?" a voice that was more alike to a blood curdeling sound answered. "I won't. If my death is the price.....so be it.." The demonic voice replied to this, '[b]As you wish[/b]."[/font]
[font=Garamond]The only sound after that was the sound of quick footsteps and then of a body hitting the ground. Human flesh hitting pavement makes an undeniable sound. It's uniqe and unmatched. And it sends chills through the night and winds through your windows.[/font]

[font=Garamond]"We cannot let this go on," an officer muttered under his breath, "This isn't right." He looked down at the mutilation on the pavement and grimanced. He'd been working on the force for 13 years and this was the first time he'd gotten sick from his job. He turned away and threw up on the side walk.[/font]
[font=Garamond]The body looked as though, from the top of the head, to the bottom of the torso, it had been split open with a knife, then layed apart, so all of the body's innards spilled out. although, having the body open the way it was, there was no way the could spill [i]out. [/i]There was no way for them to be even [i]in[/i] any more. They just sloshed to the sides and [i]off[/i] the opened body. Even the head was split open in the same way, the skull cut clean through, although, the bone wasn't fractured at all. Just a single clean cut down the middle of the face. The body's brain was the only inconsistancy. The brain looked as though it had been blown apart and lay around the body's head, in about a 2 foot radius.[/font]
[font=Garamond]A soilder held a hankerchief over his mouth and, teary eyed from trying to keep his breakfast down, pulled a sharp, metal object from inside the body's chest. He managed not to throw up and wrapped the object in his hanker chief and hastily made his way over to his commanding officer. He tapped his officer on the shoulder. "Sir..." he said quietly, sickly. The officer replied slowly, not looking at the soilder, "Yes?" His eyes were on the ground and he was trying to regain his composure. "Sir.....we found this around his chest area. You might like to take a look at it." The officer looked at the soilder. "It's not a 'he' anymore......' he said bluntly, then looked to the rolled up hanker chief. The soilder opened it slowly and carefully. Inside the hankerchief he held a small, metal pendant, about the size of a silver dollar. The officer looked at it, turned and again, threw up.[/font]

[font=Garamond]The mess was cleaned up, like the two others. And like the other two cases, it was called a 'freak accident', so as not to create mass panic. no pictures were released, no cause of death. The media was helpless for inside story, which would not be let out. For all the police knew, it had been a freak accident. But three of the same exact cases? No. It couldn't have been an accident. But as far as the public went, it was. Police force was doubled, though, it's hard to defend against something which the only information about it you know is that it's malicious and blood thirsty.[/font]


[font=Garamond]Don't worry, I'll shed a little bit more light in my charecter sign up. you can sign up as a citizen of the city, you may sign up as a police officer, be creative with your charcter roles.[/font]

[font=Garamond][u]Sign up:[/u][/font]

[font=Garamond][b]Name:[/b][/font]
[b][font=Garamond]Age:[/font][/b]
[b][font=Garamond]Sex:[/font][/b]
[b][font=Garamond]Occupation:[/font][/b]
[b][font=Garamond]Appearance:[/font][/b]
[b][font=Garamond]Back History:[/font][/b]

[font=Garamond][b]Name:[/b] Spencer('Sphen') Lour[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Age:[/b] 29[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Sex: [/b]Male[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Occupation:[/b] Police officer[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/440/norris1xq.jpg"]http://img192.echo.cx/img192/440/norris1xq.jpg[/url][url="http://chrono.lunar-net.com/cc/cross/characters/norris/art.jpg"][/url] *cough*.[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Back History:[/b] Sphen began work on the police force at the age of 16. For 5 years he worked his way up to Commanding Officer. It was a much needed victory. He kept the title and worked hard. His older brother, Evan, was always right beside him, helping him with work and keeping an eye out for him. Evan Lour was an intelligent and artistic man who beleived in justice and equality.[/font]
[font=Garamond]One night, Evan aproached his younger brother, working into the night on a suspected murder case. It was very brutal and bloody. Evan sat down from Sphen and took a deep breath. What Sphen heard was astonishing.[/font]
[font=Garamond]"I've got the answer to that case you're working on. I've got the answer to my night terrors," is what he said, "Don't be a fool and class that as murder. It was, and still is a religious mission. Don't be a fool and class the body as 'identity unknown'. I beleive you know by now that it's Brent Daniel. remember the dream he'd been telling about only days ago? His preminition of demonic figures cascading from the depths of hell to abolish sinless men? He had another preminition, one he dare not utter. A hellish fiend came directly to him, seized his throat and spoke to him in the voice of hell and sin. 'Give me flesh,' The demon had spoke, 'Give me flesh or I shall take it, I shall take it from yourself.' " Evan paused, then continued slowly, "I had these same two preminitions. Hell and sin have been unleashed again. Now we shall experience again, the Black Death, more aproprite to the sinfull, human pleasures of this cetury."[/font]

[font=Garamond]Another man was killed. Then another. [/font]
[font=Garamond]The soilder brought Spen the pendant. It was Evan's.[/font]
[font=Garamond]The Black Death.[/font]

[Bullet Theory]

[b]Name: [/b]Jack Andrews
[font=Garamond][b]Age: [/b]20[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Sex: [/b]Male[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Occupation: [/b]Musician - Singer/Guitarist[/font]
[font=Garamond][b]Appearance: [/b]Jack is about 6 feet tall and around 150 lbs and has a slender build to him. He has black hair that is shaggy and goes down to the middle of his neck. His eyes are a clear green.[/font]
[b][font=Garamond]Back History: [/font][/b]

Jack was fortunate growing up. His parents had pretty well paying jobs, a nice house, fast cars, the works. None of this seemed to really affect Jack though. He was too busy with music. Ever since he was little, he always dreamed of being a rock star. As he grew, his dream grew with him. Instead of just a regular ole rock star though, he now wanted to be in the hardcore scene.
Now a days, Jack can usually be found at the local club, playing. He may seem to be the happy-go-lucky frontman, but behind the smiles lies a very different facet of Jack Andrews. In his sleep, he would toss and turn and awake suddenly screaming. Sweat would be coming from his brow and he would be shaking. Even during the day, he would have flashes of a vision of demons or Hell. Jack has no idea how this all started, but its been happening for 3 years now, and shows no sign of stopping.

[Nagi Tomo]

Name:Shane Standford

Age:25

Sex:female

Occupation:Painter

Appearance[URL=http://www.animeshrine.com/gallery/20050626N/serialexperimentslain/lain_vd01.jpg]Shane[/URL]

Back History:Shane grew up with both her parents.Her father was a writer an mother was a painter.Shane has been painting for as long as she can remember.Her mother would paint shane all the time,she would paint shane and her dad.But soon her father became sick an had to go to the hospital.He had cancer,an shanes mother was thrown into sorrow.She no longer painted her beautiful daughter but monsters that seemed to come alive an grab at shane.Soon after her father died an her mother no longer painted anything.She sulked around the house.Shane still painted but her paintings were distorted an monsterus.She was about 18 when her mother died,shane had a job working at a movie thearter.She lives i a small apartment by herself.She is kinda quiet seems to be in her head alot.She gets these images of monsters an must put them on a canvis to get them out of her head.Shane has recently been exspermenting with her sexuality meaning the same sex.Also shes been doing drugs mostly pot but shes been trying knew things.

[Box Hoy]

Name: Dallas Wheeler

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Occupation: Prep School Student

Appearance: Blonde hair and blue eyes comes to the bottom of his ears, short, about 5' 10" and 130 lbs. Usually wears a black hooded zipdown sweater and gray t-shirt underneath. Blue somewhat saggy jeans.

Back History: Dallas is the typical student. A failure and yet still trying. His parents abandoned him and his sister and left them to die. His only sibling, his sister Amber, raised him as a teen. Amber was never happy. She was doing drugs, and whoring for money. Eventually one night she dissapeared. Dallas was thrown into a state of pure terror and panic. His sister was missing and he would be orphaned.
She had been whoring and been picked up by god knows who.
The terror grew when news came to Dallas that his sister had been found, dead in the country. He was living in the orphanage when the news came on the television that Amber Wheeler was dead. Small memories of the times he had shared with Amber that were actually signifigant and happy died. Dallas was released from the orphanage and went to prep school for college with what little money he got from his sisters death.
But monsterous nightmares began to fill Dallas' thoughts. His schoolwork sloped downwards. Dallas is growing more and more afraid of what is happening to him mentally.

[ArunueShekamari]

[font=Garamond]Boooooox! I didn't even tell you about this..huh. I'm going ot wait for 1 or two more people. Ussually when I say this, no one else signs up. So I'll start it in a few days if no one signs up, but if we get more people, I'll extend the date.[/font]
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[font=Garamond]Nagi Tomo, I don't ussually accept people into my RPG's that are new to the OB, But I liked your profile. I know these two can keep the detail up....haha...Box.....hehehehe......so try and do your best and keep up with us silly veterans. ^-^[/font]

[Israfel]

Name: Alex Oakly
Age:27
Sex:Male
Occupation: Detective
Appearance:Black hair up to his shoulder with dark green eyes. He is 6'4" 157lbs with an athletic build. He wears a black trench coat with black pants and a white collar shirt with a black under shirt. He has a scar aboce his righ eyebrow
Back History: He was raised in a ruff neighborhood and learned to fight when he was young. He has always been a bright kid and a smooth talker getting out of fights when he could. He decided to bcome an officer when he was 10 and began to practice his shot. Now a crack shot he finaly joined the police quickly riseing through the ranks.
He became a dective for homicide takeing on some of the most gruesome cases because he could take the the gore the best. These new crimes though have made him sick to his stomach. He has grown tired of the crime in the city and has begun to drink more and more. It didn't help that he was alone most of the times some people thought he could get a little intense.

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#DC143C][B]Name-[/B] Teresa "Terry" Park
[B]Age-[/B] 23
[B]Sex-[/B] Female
[B]Occupation-[/B] Part-time Bartender and Part-time Mechanic

[B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img297.echo.cx/img297/9594/leona4qg.jpg]Terry[/URL]

[B]Back History-[/B] Growing up, Terry had no one to rely on but her grandmother, who raised her since her parents had passed away. She became apathetic and distant from others, isolating herself from the society and community around her, making it so that she was left alone. In that sense, Terry became rebellious and mysterious. No one really knew who she was and no one wanted to know. They either feared her or didn?t dare to find out anything.

Throughout her life, Terry worked as helper around a neighbor?s car garage, pitching in work whenever she could. It was then that she found that she had a love for cars and bikes alike. It seemed that the only thing that kept Terry out of trouble and sane was the work that she did with whatever turned up in the garage. The engines soothed her troubles when she could hear them roar to their fullest and give a deadening flare. But that didn?t stop the terror that lurked at night, it didn?t stop the monster that stalked her in her dreams, nor did it stop the bloodying massacre that happened in her mind. It didn?t stop and it couldn?t, it wouldn?t.

During her time, Terry gained a relationship with her neighbor, who helped her get into a prestigious school, gain a thirst for knowledge, and help her graduate. It was the most that anyone had ever done for her since her parents? death and her grandmother?s recent death. It was ironic, as everyone around her disappeared, she could see their deaths, each one pure as daylight and each one a horrific view.

Eventually, Terry had learned to calm her supposed dreams and not let it interfere with her life. She managed to become co-manager of the garage, which became one of the most well-known auto-body shops. Terry was still the same rebellious, enigmatic, and distant person she was when her grandmother lived but it seemed that she became even more reclusive, but what could be so gruesome in her eyes that she must pull away?[/size][/color]

[ArunueShekamari]

[font=Garamond]Alright. Little bit of a problem, like I said before, I don't ussually accept new members into my RPGs, I like more experienced players. I was going to allow Nagi tomo into the RP because I liked your profile, but we've got another New member that's entered a submission. So, I'll have to consider whether or not to accept you two. Revelation, The Nameless, Box Hoy, you guys have been accepted. Israfel, Nagi Tomo, I'm considering your applications.[/font]
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[font=Garamond]Sign ups are still open.[/font]

[Israfel]

It is fine I understand.

[Nagi Tomo]

its cool if you dont,but it would be nice to be accepted.I think i will be able to keep up,i love to write!!

[ArunueShekamari]

[font=Garamond]I thought about it, but I'll have to cut you two. Thanks for understanding. I like to have experienced members. Sign ups are still open, but I'll be strting it soon.[/font]