WARNING: This role-play will most likely include the following...
Drugs, sex, gore, violence.
This role-play isn't suitable for all ages.


If you've ever read, Guilty pleasures this roleplay was kind of inspired off of it. Only the vimpires in this roleplay have these features because I wanted to make it as realistic as possible:




Face/eyes: Have facial features like normal people but their pupils expand over their eye color (it appears their eye color is black). This is because vampires don't go in the light so their pupils need to be larger. If you don't know the science behind that look up information on pupils.

Skin: Vampires skin is very pale(albino white), thin, and soft. Unlike albino's though, vampires keep their original hair color weather it is black, red, blonde, or brown.


Growth: Vampires do not grow in size, if they cut their hair or dye it it won't grow out, their nails don't grow, they can't grow back missing body parts, they can't get pregnant or impregnate other vampires or humans. They also do not age. (example: If you turn into a vampire at 5 years old you stay in a five year old body)

Mouth: Vampire's fangs work like this:


Senses: Have accute senses. Hearing, Smell, and Touch, are all more intense for vampires.

Strength: Vampires are stronger then humans but cannot lift unrealistic things like cars. As a rule, a vampire can not lift anything more then 3x their body weight. (example: if your vampire is 100 pounds they can only lift 300 pounds). This is of course effected by how much and how recently they have fed.

Speed: Because of their strength they are faster then humans. On average an adult sized vampire can run 25 miles per hour. Depending on how much/how recently they have fed depends on how long they can run at that speed. If the vampire is healthy they can run 25 miles per hour for 5 minutes.

Killing a Vampire: Vampires die if their head is decapitated, put in sunlight for too long (any more then an hour the vampire will definatly die), or heart/brain/stomach is penetrated. Wood, silver bullets, take away their coffin what ever other crap you heard doesn't pertain to this roleplay.

Healing: If vampires get open wounds and is healthy the wound will scar without the scabbing process. If a vampire is unhealthy it won't scar and will bleed to death very slowly(blood doesn't flow through vampires quickly). As long at the vampire feeds plenty, it will eventually scar. Vampire wounds, even paper cuts, all scar. If a vampire gets a limb cut off, it is less likely to heal because of it's size. In this case, if it doens't get stiched up perminantly the vampire with bleed to death very slowly. (incase ya didn't know, bleeding to death hurts). Broken bones won't heal but are extremely rare, and almost impossible to get as long as the vampire is healthy.

Limitations: Vampires can not go in natural light/ultraviolet light. Any other types of light are fine but will hurt their eyes unless they're closing their eyes or wearing good sunglasses (this has to do with their large pupils). Natural sun sunburns them so fast that their skin will appear almost like it's burning away. Vampires can't preform magic because in this roleplay magic isn't real. Vampires can not fly and don't have any magical powers (accept what was listed above in their description).




Don't join unless you can follow these rules.
1. You must post more then ten sentences of text. Please post more unless you have horrible writers block or something.
2. Do not go against the boundaries I put on the vampires.
3. If you are going to have two vampires you need to also have a human as a main character.
4. Everyone who roleplays a vampire can and must roleplay random unimportant guests in the night club and on the street. These are called extras. Don't worry about decribing them, giving them names, or even making them move around.
5. You do not have to tell everyone or need permission to kill your extras or other roleplayer's extras.
6. No super powers, no magic, no anthropomorfic stuff. I want this roleplay as realistic as possible.
7. If you want to tell the other roleplayer's something, write "OOC:" (Out Of Charcter) before you write what you want to tell us. When you are going Back Into Character whrite "BIC:" before your roleplay.




If you want to join try to read as many recent previous posts as you can so you know kinda where we are and what's happening before you post your introduction. It'd be weird for your character to go up to someone and say "Hi wanna go to the mall?" while they are robbing a back and shooting people.

SUMMARY: It's named "Rage" there's live enterainment on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. The club is always alive during all hours, though upstairs is fairly quiet. The top floor has a balcany that over looks the stage so you can watch from both floors. There is a large bar on the lower floor that you can buy a veriety of different alchohols, mixed, and frozen drinks at as well as snacks. On the upper floor there is a smaller bar that has a smaller variety and no mixed or frozen drinks. Men and womans bathrooms are also upstairs. There is also a lounge up stairs in a closed room that is really only for the band.

OOC: Finally my introduction. Remember you can start by coming into the club or already being there, it doesn't really matter, just be creative ^^

BIC:

Dark empty skies loomed over New York City. Life and vibrance roared in the street as it often does on a chilly December saturday night. Feet clicked and clacked, mothers clutched children's tiny hands as they rushed home. Teenagers, so trusting, so mindless doging cars laughing enjoying the time they have. Living everyday like their last.
'I think it's a smart way to live really.' A man lost in the crowd, just a face, thought. His opions meant nothing. No one can hear him, he's just another ant on the playground, another doll in the doll house. He was a no one.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes and lighter from his left pocket as he crossed onto a quieter street, away from the wild rumble of the city. Popping open the container's lid, he used his teeth to grab onto the butt of his last cigg. Tossing the box onto the ground, it bounced away lifless, the sound of its hollow insides hitting the cold pavement, echoing in his ears as he continued walking away. Cupping his hands around his lighter, he lit up then messily shoved his lighter back into his pocket. Iching the back of his neck lazily, he breathed in his poison deeply then let smoke gracfully pour through his nostriles.

Looking down at the ground, ignoring everything around him, he let himself go on auto pilot. The man was tall for his age- or so it seemed. The man, or boy rather, looked about 17. It's possible though that the over sized black head phones around his neck, and juvenile face shape created an innocent impression. His ciggarette wastfully burned, the glowing embers chewing away the outside, trying to get to the filter. The young man's *Joe Nichols style hair fell into his eyes. Brushing his hair away he looked up. Eyes watering a bit, he read the glowing red sign, "RAGE"

*(if you don't know who this guy is, look him up, his shaggy hair style is sexy)

A loud base made his heart pound, muffled voices poured out from within the club. Opening his mouth, he let the dead ciggarette fall from his youthful lips and onto the street below him. Grinding the dead cigarette into the concrete, he steped up to the large black bouncer gaurding the door.

"Ey Aidan, no trouble inside k?" The bouncer said pulling the door open for him. "What ya do outside ain't my bussiness, but I don't want trouble here k?" Aidan, looked up a cheshire smile playing across his pale lips. John was giving him hell tonight. "Jonathan my good man, you have my word." Raising his chin up, Aidan did not wait for a reply as he marched into his territory proudly. John scowled as he closed the doors, he hated it when anyone called him Jonathan, and he was aware that Aidan did what ever he could to piss him off.

Lights blared and sounded boomed. Like a cat Aidan explored and hunted as he often did. Making his way to the pool table he plopped on his favorite couch. A woman with a drink in her hand looked at Aidan and smiled pathetically. She was wasted and her tits were popping out of her slutty outfit. 'God would the world be a better place without trash like that.' He thought as he leaned back and crossed his long legs.