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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 25, 2007 16:17:43 GMT -5
Ricco frowned. "Sorry, but I can't help you. I don't even live in this city." He paused for a quick second. "My grandfather just wanted me to look around the city to find out if there were any apartments for sale." He lied. A guilty feeling formed in the bottom of his stomach but he ignored it. He hated lying but currently he had no choice.
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Post by Techy on Jun 25, 2007 16:40:33 GMT -5
"Well, I live in an orphanage right outside of town, and I think theres a few beds left. madame Luara should be able to take care of you, if you don't mind, and aren't racist toward other races." Ara replied, taking her vision back to her eyes, "And yes, a few muscles are slightly torn and the ones nearest to your main body are twisted. It shall take a week if you are super lucky, two weeks normally for that to heal."
She reached and grabbed ahold of Areens hand, helping the girl to her feet, and then giving her something to balance with while one of her wings had to stay out.
To Ricco she asked, "Do you need a place to stay for the night? We have plenty of room and the younger ones don;t get visitors very often. You are free to if you aren't racist."
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 25, 2007 18:05:57 GMT -5
"Ara..." mumbled Areen, holding into her for support, she felt very weak and vulnerable just then, "you are a life saver, i love you..." she looked at Ricco. he looked like he was going green or something, well, he didnt look comfortable. "you alrite?" she asked hesitantly, trying nt to wince at her own ingeries. she felt a bit stupid just falling out of the sky.
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 25, 2007 18:27:45 GMT -5
Ricco nodded and smiled weakly. "Yeah..I'm fine." He said barely above a whisper. He looked to the sky and let the small droplets hit his face.
"Sorry, but I have to go." He said to both of them.
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Post by Techy on Jun 25, 2007 18:56:32 GMT -5
"Its better when people help rather than fight." she told Areen, with a nod.
"Ricco, you sure you alright? Hold on a second." She reached out with her other hand, and cupped a hand to his cheek, allowing herself to go blind once more and let her sences follow the air in his next breath into him.
When she found nothing wrong with his lungs, her sences merged with the air into his blood stream, and followed that around, looking, trying to detect if anything was wrong.
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 26, 2007 3:12:30 GMT -5
Areen watched Ara fascinated. she had only heard of her race. excellent healers, and kind beyond belief. now she was watching one at work. she studied Ara's features as she worked, she seemed to be unable to see anything, and completely relaxed, at the ssame time, she could see her tensing up as Areen held onto her.
She looked at Ricco, he seemed to have that same pained expression on his face. he was hiding something, she could tell that much. she was an expert at telling when someone was lying- but not when she had just fallen out of the sky and landed pretty much head first. just then she knew he was hiding something.
"Ricco listen," she said suddenly, "if your here alone, we cnt bludy well leave u like this! i cnt help u- im useless (only thing i cn do is fly...)" she rolled her eyes, "bt Ara can, dnt jst throw away help..."
she knew very well the feeling of nt wanting to impose, or jst nt want help. she wasnt about to let someone else make the same mistake.
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 26, 2007 10:01:32 GMT -5
"But I'm fine." Ricco managed to say. "My grandfather is here." This time he was telling the truth. His grandfather was in the city but he didn't know where exactly. He looked to Areen just to memorize what she looked like.
((I've got a migrane so srry if my posts are very short. I'll try to post longer.))
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Post by Techy on Jun 26, 2007 10:20:42 GMT -5
(Does Ricco look human and transforms into werewolf, or does he always look werewolf?)
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 26, 2007 10:27:10 GMT -5
((looks human and transforms to a werewolf.))
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 26, 2007 10:35:59 GMT -5
Areen half smirked half actually smiled, "where's here?" she asked gently. tht sentance could mean a million things, and she wasnt about to be cheated on it.
she glanced at Ara who seemed to be withdrawning slightly from her trance, then turned her attention to the teenager before her.
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Post by Techy on Jun 26, 2007 15:44:52 GMT -5
Ara began to withdrawl from his blood system, when she sensed something that wasn;t quite... human. She plunged further, and examined it. With a smile, she brought her own sight back to her eyes.
"You're a werewolf?" it was more of a statement than a question.
She had left her hand on his cheek, forcing his eyes to look into hers. It was a talent taught to her to be able to read peoples eyes and see if they were lying. Most ailens already had that ability, but Ara had been cut short, and she had taken long years under her madame's instruction learning the basics of it.
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 26, 2007 16:30:49 GMT -5
"My grandfather lives a mile from the city." Ricco answered Areen.
He groaned a little when he heard Ara. He nodded in reply but looked away. He was didn't like it when someone found put about him being a werewolf. It never seemed to turn out good.
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 26, 2007 16:44:00 GMT -5
Areen's face lit up. werewolves, vampires, fallen angels, all tht sort seemed to fall under some kind of catagory. she always found werewolves to b far more forth coming than vampires too. she grinned. "that aint a bad thing," she said decidedly, "werewolves r cool. at least u cn hide it mostly. i gotta walk around with these feathery bastards comin out of my shoulder blades. not fun... unless im flying... but hey- i do that a lot." she was gttin her motor mouth bak which meant her body was already healing.
she stopped suddenly. "so uh... y r u in the city if ur granddad is a mile out? dude its l8! u cnt stay out here! tell him Ara!" she was already talkin to the alien like shed known her 4 a while.
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Post by Techy on Jun 26, 2007 17:37:44 GMT -5
"No, being a werewolf is not a bad thing! Since were al being honest here, watch." she pulled her hand away from Riccos face, and a tiny ball of red light emerged out of each of her fingers.
The balls of light formed a circle above her head and began spinning rapidly. The ring of light moved down her body, pulling away her "human skin" and leaving behind the ailen - her true self. And, if one looked hard enough, one could tell that her hips were slightly smaller in size, and under her baggier type shirt, an oddly shaped gun sat on her right hip.
"And Areen is right, a mile this late is much to far to walk. You can call your grandfather using the cell phone or video phone, whichever he has, but you are staying the night at the orphanage with us. Now come, or my madame shall think something has happened to me." with her "human skin" gone, now even her voice took on a slightly rubbery sound around the edges, but still mainly sounded like she had before.
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Post by Oli on Jun 27, 2007 16:43:17 GMT -5
Name: Malik Dracul Age: 17 Gender: Male Demon, Alien, or Human: Demon If Demon, what kind?: Pure Blood Vampire
Personality: Malik is 'proud', but also very dark. He thinks that the vampires are the dominant race, always have and always will be. However as well as that he thinks he is the ultimate in vampires, down to the fact he is a descendant of Dracula's (hence the pure blood status). Despises any other creature, and believes that the vampires should rule outright. A great arrogance about him, as if he owns the place, but when his dark side comes out, everyone feels it. A side he is known throughout for, and many myths about him and his 'victims' and how they met his demise.
Appearance: He is 6ft tall, with a medium build. Always with a smirk upon his face, suggesting yes i am better than you. Yet as soon as his evil side comes out, it can turn into a nasty grin, which is more than showing off his fangs. He has blood red eyes (traditional of the modern pure bloods), always with black eye liner and eye shadow around them. His styled but messy jet black hair, hanging down across one of his eyes. Pale skin. Always in a sharp, fitted, dark suit.
Brief history:
Born of Pure Blood, but one of the few that have the ability to walk in sunlight. He has been raised to resent any other race, and has lived a very lavish and luxurious lifestyle, thanks to his family's name.
Also, because of the family he has been born into, is out to upturn the Code of Balance, and have Vampires as the dominant race, with the Pure Bloods holding power.
He is already known for the myths and rumors surrounding his family, and how they go about their business. However no one has ever been able to pin anything against them, and have never been caught.
Mental capabilities Kindness: 2 Sociability: 7 Neatness: 6 Intelligence: 9 Courage: 8 Virtue: 1
Physical capabilities Strength: 7 Speed: 9 Strategy: 6 Demonic rank: 8 Defense: 7 Accuracy: 6
Walking through the darkened street, Malik always found something fascinating about the rain. He was never sure what it was, but it always brought a smile and a feeling of satisfaction to him.
As he continued, he saw a group of 3 in front of him. One clearly injured, the rest making a fuss about how late it was.
Insolent creatures, he thought. The night is to be enjoyed, and the rain makes it that much better. It was at times like these that he felt privileged to be a vampire.
He walked straight past the group, not looking at any of then, but let out a sigh followed by, "Don't you realise if it weren't for you lot being here it would be a near perfect night"
(yes my guy is an arsehole, but every story needs one lol)
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