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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Mar 24, 2004 2:35:56 GMT -5
This will be the base thread just to socialize, and meet everyone. Base Elysium laws are in affect, and all independents are tolerated. Use this to get the feel of your characters.  After Adam Cort closed the hotel from public use, all of his ghouls and servents prepared the ballroom for Elysium. Adam Cort seems to be the only Official besides Dr. Vallintine. The Ballroom seems to be set up nicely, with furniture all around. Tables and seats in the middle, and couches against the walls. In the back of the room is a stage where Alex and Adam sets and talks.
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Post by SaltydotCom on Mar 24, 2004 7:18:22 GMT -5
Dennis shot up, sweating. He had had another nightmare, like every other night of the damned. Hearing the comotion downstairs he begins to head that way, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "What a pleasent awakening..."
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 24, 2004 10:44:41 GMT -5
Rakesh stepped through the door of the Ballroom, letting it close behind him with a mighty slam. Clad in a black suit and maroon tie, his black hair is combed and parted neatly on the left.
He scans the room with his sunken brown eyes, lips curling into a dubious smile, as he walks around the perimeter, moving towards Cort and Dr. Vallintine.
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Post by LittleBano on Mar 31, 2004 15:41:52 GMT -5
A gentleman with scarred tissue across the side of his face walks into the room. He scans the area, walks up to the bar and orders a beer. He takes the bottle, drops a five dollar bill and walks towards a table against the wall and scans the room while sipping his beer.
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Post by Shura on Apr 1, 2004 15:56:58 GMT -5
Angelo awoke, sweating hot blood and rolling his eyes as the basement blurred around him. Sleep, for him, was a torturous ordeal, as each night his conscious roamed dark places otuside of time, where the demons whispered their secrets to him in twsited riddles and symbols. Sometimes he even dreamed of the First City, and there he walked with those who were Gods among men. Sometimes he remembered, and then his nights were taken over by visions.
Angelo was young-looking and not unnattractive but his wild eyes and the eerie manner in which he carried himself often disconcerted people. It didn't help that he did not consider grooming to be of paramount importance either. His haven was filled with all sorts of junk, from a veritable library of occult and hisotrical tomes to a pile of newspaper clippings, old furniture and peices of junk which he sometimes carried home during his delusionary periods.
His wardbrobe varied according to mood, but seeing as he was about to attend Elysium, he decided on causual. Black, green and red-streaked clothes, worn jeans, silver jewellry. Chaotic spiked hair. The symbol of the crescent moon was omnipresent in his attire.
It was there again, the whispering in his squidgy purple thing. It could be Him. 'Grandfather!' Angelo cried to the night. 'I will not fail you!'
Ebtering Elysium, he spied Dr.Vallentine. One of the family, but sadly, unenlightened. But one night Angelo would show him the way. But not yet. Grandfather would say when. He was not typically welcome here. They called him Noddist, Autarki. They called him foolish and superstitious. They called him mad. HIM? MAD? No more than the rest of them. At least he didn't going around posing as a perfectly rational, well adjusted bloodsucking monster. But Dr.Vallentine was family, and protected him from the dark ones who sought to kill him before he completed his quest. 'Beloved brother!' he called to the Doctor, holding his arm wide out for an embrace.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Apr 2, 2004 1:29:41 GMT -5
Rakesh swaggers over to Adam Cort, looking prouder with each step. He quickly runs his left hand through his hair, making sure that his gelled hair was still perfectly in place. Smoothing out his mustache, he approached the vampire with cordial movements.
Mr. Cort, I presume. It is a pleasure to meet you said Rakesh, extending his hand out Rakesh. Rakesh Nair.
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Korendil
Peasant
I am the light in the darkness of my own soul.....
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Post by Korendil on Apr 4, 2004 21:23:02 GMT -5
The shadows part for a second as Samaius steps into the room and looks around. He then moves back into the shadows and begins to asses the others.
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Post by SaltydotCom on Apr 5, 2004 15:44:41 GMT -5
The Gangrel steps into the room, his claws ripped through his gloves, and he looks around. "What's goin' on?" He says, out of human instinct wiping his eyes of weary.
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Korendil
Peasant
I am the light in the darkness of my own soul.....
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Post by Korendil on Apr 6, 2004 22:48:35 GMT -5
Samaius strolls around the room bringing the shadows with him. "When will the prince arrive so I can figure out why I was summoned here, since none deemed me worthy enough to know. By Haqim, I am bored with this palce already. But the company is nice......" He thinks as he stares around the room counting the vampires and noting their apparent clans and strengths.
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