Rated R RPs discussion

there we go :)

Hi werewolf or vampire?

Hmmm I was thinking we do the vampire one? Did you have a specific plot in mind or did you just want to wing it?

Here's some for a witch-vampire:

1. Vampire is leader of a vampire clan. One night he goes to the witch's house and take something very information to her. He needs this item so that's why he took it. The witch confronts him on the matter and go from there.

2. Witch has casted a spelk that makes the vampire king appears and is bonded to her. This is frown upon in the community of vampires so he is striped of his title but blames the witch. The witch meanwhile has her own troubles with a witch hunter is after her.

3. Vampire is a dangerous one that goes around draining the lives of people. Witch tracks him down to stop him but he offer her a deal of becoming his feeder in exchange he stopped killing people

Hmmm, I like the last two. Maybe we could sort of mix the two together? The vampire is going around killing people and in order to protect everyone the witch and him make that deal? But's it too late and a supernatural hunter (like someone who hunt's witch's/vampires/etc. ) has come into town and is hunting them?

As for rules, did you have anything you wouldn't left out or weren't comfortable with? I'm fine with pretty much everything

I dont do incest. But we can mix the two. Which role did you want?

Up to you, I don't have a preference

Can I be the male witch?

Sure :) I'll go ahead and make my vampire girl now

Ok

{Name:} Blaze Woodway
{Age:}27
{Appearance:}
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{History:}
Blaze Woodway was born to a female witch and man human. He grew up learning the ways of the witches and he dislikes vampires. Vampires were the ones that killed his parents when he wass a mere teenager, so since that day he has vow to destroy them.

So the hunter stops the deal or the deal goes through?

Mariana "Mary" Noel Shaw

appear's to be in her late teen's/early 20's but is actually over 200 year's old which isn't that old for a vampire. Stand's at 5'6 with a pale complexion and dark hair. Has a few tattoo's scattered across her body as well as a set of bite mark's on her collarbone and on her wrist. Because she's a vampire she has enhanced speed and strength, as well as an ability to steal or replace someone's memories. Unlike the bullshit movie stereo types of vampires, Noah can go in daylight without a problem and is not invincible- she's just a lot harder to kill and has a heightened speed of healing. She technically isn't un-dead as she has a heart beat, it's just incredibly slow.
She is the only vampire known to feed off of other vampires, believing it gives her more strength. Mariana either goes by Mary or Noel, sometime's Noah when she's feeling lazy. Often target's teenage boy's or men, rarely, if ever kill's women or girl's. The town call's her Bloody Mary because of how she leave's their bodies and she has become an almost legend since she started her rampage in the 1960's.

Hmmm up to you

Who should start and where? When she is feeding?

Sorry for the wait, I'll start us off now ^^

Mary was always hungry. It was like a constant ache in her stomach, crawling it's way up her chest, devouring every inch of her. A long time ago she had decided to never feel that way again if she could help it. Year's of pain, loneliness, hunger. It shaped her into the woman she was now. A heartless, starving monster who seemingly had no humanity left. 265 year's ago, in this very town, Mariana Noel Shaw went missing, at just 20 year's old. 2 month's later and they found her, buried alive in the Lafayette Cemetery in New Orlean's, just 3 miles from her family home. She survived, but she wasn't the same.
And now, after all those year's and all that time, she was back. She hadn't been home since 1972 when the police almost caught her for her string of murder's. But now she was back, with a vengeance. 13 bodies, all men, from the ages of 13 to 42, had been found over the past month, drained of their blood and tied up by their leg's in Lafayette Cemetery with their hand's cut off. That's always where the bodies were found.

"Ugh get...off....." Mary's attention returned to the limp young man beneath her, his back pressed against the muddy ground, moonlight lighting up his face. Mary just smiled, grabbing him by the chin, leg's straddling either side of his chest as she ran a hand over his bloody, mutilated neck. That was the thing about vampires- they could be gentle, could feed without killing. But Mary wasn't a regular vampire. She was Bloody Mary and she had a reputation to uphold. "Oh honey....shut up-" Mary went back to his neck, digging into his artery with an even more violent approach until the boy went silent and limp.
"Playing with your food again Mariana? How childish" Mary groaned at the man's voice, getting to her feet and wiping her mouth messily with the back of her wrist. "Oh Nick, how nice to see you again" she muttered, glancing down at the young man and kicking him in the side with her boot. He was dead. "What do you want Nicklaus?" Mary snipped, turning to look at her 'friend' once more.

Blaze Woodway was kneeling on the wooden floor of his small hut of house. In his right hand was a piece of white chalk. Drawing on the floor, he thought about how this would be a easy way to kill vampires. Once he was finished he rose to his feet. Looking down at the drawing he smiled and wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his right arm. A pentegram. That what he had drawn. It was the starting point of summoning a demon such as a vampire.

Such dirty demon,

Tossing the chalk a few feet away from him he turned around and picked up five white candles. He begin to place them at the point of the pentegram. Taking a lighter he goes around an lights the candles. Once that was done he walk over to his book. Reading a few lines he returned to his drawn symbol. Standing just out side of it he took a small knife from his pocket and made a small cut into his index finger. He begin muttering a chant to hat would summon a vampire while dropping a drop of his blood at each point. Moving around the symbol he chants:

'Oh hear my call! Hear my wish.
Bring to me a creature so veil.
One that feeds off the innocent and weak.
Bring me a vampire.
God of the Night.
Bring me a vampire to bond and kill.'

He chants the words three times and stepped back. Picking up a gun that was specially made to kill a vampire with one shot he aimed it at the center of the symbol, waiting.

Nick just snickered, rolling his eyes and walking over to Mary, who stifled a grimace and crossed her arm's. "Why do you always think I want something Mariana? Maybe I'm just here to say hi, see how you're doing but I think I already know....." Nick held up a newspaper, the front lines reading 13 dead in French Quarter, Killer still Loose and smirked. "Have you turned off your humanity huh? Good for you" Mary just snapped, rushing forward and snatching the paper from his hand and in a matter of second's it was ripped into shreds. "Fuck off. I don't have time for your games Nicklaus so either tell me what you want, or leave me be" Mary snapped as she shoved past him.

Before she could get away from him though, he had snatched her by the arm and shoved her against a tree. "Fine fine. I do want something. You remember how you owe me that favor?" He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. And like usual, that bond they shared- the sire bond, the one that linked her to him - showed it's ugly head. "Yes" she blurted out, instantly rolling her eye's in anger. The two had an interesting history- Nicklaus knew her when she was still a human, he was the one who turned her. Now they sired. She did everything for him, no matter how much she didn't want to. She couldn't say no.

But before Nicklaus could answer, everything shifted. Her head pounded, and first she lost her ability to hear. Then she lost her vision. When she finally blinked open her eye's she was somewhere else. Damn witches. New Orleans was crawling with them. "where am I?" she demanded, her voice croaky and weak as she crumbled to her knee's, taking in her surrounding's. She was in the middle of a pentagram and a candles, in a small house that looked more like a hut or a cabin. And staring right back at her was a man, gun pointed at her.

"You're at your death bed," said Blaze who aimed the gun at her head. His black eyes narrowed into a glare. The hatred he felt for vampires of this kind came floating back to him. The memories of that night flooded his mind. He could heard his mother's screams and shouts for him to run. He could see his father's apologise expression. Her breathing brought him back to his senses.

Unlike most humans he had heightened senses. He could heard a vampire rushing at him, he could one from a mile away, and he could smell the dead scent that seem to follow a vampire. "It's time you pay for your for your sins against humanity. Now die veil monster!" The gun went off with a bang. Blaze saw her moving at the same time the bullet speeded toward her. He moved too.

(So how should they found out they have a bond?)

(( hmmm I'm not sure. Do you have any ideas? ))

(Yes. Well the bullet can glaze her leaving a scratch that also apoears on him. He doesn't understand that he bonded himself to a vampire by using his own blood. Sounds good?)

(( yup, sound's good :) ))

Mary raised an eyebrow, a soft laugh bubbling up her throat. "Of course your a poet too. How adorable" she snickered, rolling her eyes as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, eyeing up the pentagram and ring of candles around her. She was familiar enough with New Orleans witches to know that she'd never break through this on her own. "Oh boy, here we go-" Before Mary could finish antagonizing him, sharp pain shot up her arm. White hot pain that shut her up real quick. The bullet must of been laced with Vervain, a plant toxic to vampires in small doses and lethal in large ones.

"Fuck" she hissed, grasping her arm quickly, dark, nearly black blood slowly seeping through her finger's. But her pain soon turned into laughter and she was shaking her head despite the agony crawling through her skin. "You gonna kill me when I've done nothing?" she demanded, reaching out with her leg suddenly and kicking over one of the candles. As soon as she did that, she felt all her sense heighten once more. As if the spell had somehow dulled them. But now it was broken, and Mary stepped out of the pentagram with a glare. "My turn-"

(Wait should he feel the pain the moment she kicked the candle out of the way?)

(( Yeah I think that makes more sense. Maybe that's why the spell went wrong? Because she finished it too soon or something ))

Blaze watched the vampire drop down. He had shot her, but it seem his aim was off by a few inches for the bullet only glazed her arm. He muttered a curse. Reaiming the gun he aimed for the center of her head. This should do it. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he noticed that she had kicked one of the candles away from its position.

"No!" he shouted at the spell was broken temporarily. He had to return the candle to its spot before she could escape. When he went to make a move to return the candle, a scorning hot pain had him dropping to his knees as he gripped his left arm. He muttered cuss. Looking at the wound he noticed the cut was there. One that a bullet would make.

What is this? I didn't shoot myself. How did I get this? At this point he wasn't paying attention to the vampire. The wound that seem to magically appeared had him more concerned than anything. He didn't understand it nor how he had gotten it. He begin to mutter a healing spell that should closed the wound.

"Oop's, was that candle important?" she questioned with a snicker, before stepping out of the spell. For a brief second, Mary froze, watching him in confusion. What the hell was he doing? He was on his knees, grabbing his arm in pain. Her interest only lasted a split second before she had charged at him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and shoving him against the wall. But when she glanced down at her arm, the one she was using him to hold him against the wall, her arm was healing in record time. It shouldn't be healing this fast considering the type of bullet it was.

"What the hell is going on? Who are you? And why'd you summon me kid?" she demanded, shaking her head. "You know what, on second thought, I'm hungry and honestly little witch, I could care less for an answer" her fang's grew in, ripping at her upper gum and she ducked toward's his neck eagerly.

Bring grabbed by the collar, especally when a vampire with heightened strength grabbed him, was as pain as it looked. What hurt more was being shoved against the wall with the same strength. A sound of pain left his lips. The pain in his arm was quickly healed but he could still feel the aftershock of it. He struggled to free himself only to stop when he hear her questions.

"First of I'm not a kid. Secondly, I don't answer to vampires. And third," He brought his feet up and kicked her in the stomach. "You're going to die at my hand." Once he free of her, he dashed toward her. He ended up crashing into her. They both came falling to the floor with him on top of her. Straddling her, he had one hand on around her neck holding her in place. He had dropped his gun when she attacked him. He muttered another cuss.

"You will pay for your--" He felt the air knocked out of him as if he was the one who had been slammed against the floor. "What is wrong with me? Why do I..." He trailed off. "It can't be. Its impossible." He loosen his hold on her as he thought about the spell he used to draw her to this location

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of her the second she had him against the wall, as if every ounce of air had been sucked from her lung's. But Mary paid little mind to it, assuming it must of been some residual magic still messing with her body. That always seemed to happen to her when magic was involved. Her face turned into an amused grin, listening to him. God he talked too much. But in a matter of second's she was on her back, caught completely off guard by his attack. "Yeah yeah" she grunted, grabbing his wrist that was around her neck, nail's digging into his skin.

She could feel his grip on her other hand, as if his nail's were prying into her own flesh. But when she looked at her free hand, he wasn't touching her. Weird. Too weird for her own liking. It was time for this to be done and over with. The sooner she got away from this freaky little witch the better. Mary bucked her hip's, sending him to the side and crawled on top of him, not waiting another second before sinking her teeth into his neck's, warm liquid hitting the roof of her mouth. But this time felt different.

The more she drank the more tingly her extremities got, the more lightheaded she felt. But there was another feeling too. An almost pleasurable feeling that ran through her mouth and down into her belly, her eyelid's fluttering in pleasure. But she couldn't keep going. She felt like she was going to pass out and suddenly her head lulled forward, ramming into his chest limpy. "anidd.....all...wthe hell" it was gibberish, a lost look on her face and eye's unable to focus on any one point in the room.

Being pushed back, Blaze found himself laying on his back. As the vampire crawled up on him, he pulled his mind back to the present. This vampire was going to kill him and he need to do something fast to stop her. Maybe he should have waited to do this spell. He should have been bettered prepared. Normally he would corner a vampire in an alley or somewhere isolated before making his kill. On top of that he think he said the spell wrong. If he could feel her pain...


That's it. I'm going to die.

Different sensations plagued his mind the moment this vampire bite into his flesh. The pulling of his blood brought an almost pleasant feeling to him. It felt similar to ecstasy. His eyes begin to blur the images of the ceiling and the table that held different potions. His heat rate picked up the faster she drank from him. He involuntarily clenched his teeth causing a mild pain that only enhanced what he was feeling. His hand seem to move on their on by grabbing her arms and holding her in place.

He was feeling lightheaded. Yet the pleasant sucking sensation ceased as soon as it begin. He feel her fall against his chest like the dead corpus she was. As much as every part of him wanted to move he found he couldn't. He was still feeling the high of the bite and it wasn't going away anytime soon. He must have laid on the floor for ten minutes before he felt himself calming down. He pants trying to catch his breath. It was as if he had been running a marathon. Then the lightheadiness returned full force. His eyes drifted closed. "Get off me vampire." He manged to get out. He was aware they were in a comprising position but he just didn't have the strength to move. He was tired from the blood loss, he thought.