This will be a one-on-one RP between Shotacon and LogicallyDoomed. If you ain't us, please don't post, and this is a yoai, so you no like, no read!





Player: Shotacon

Name: James Ferritus

Race: Vampire

Age: Looks about 22

Gender: Male

Ht: 5'9"

Wt: 115lbs

Hair: Black, silken, down to mid back, normaly tied back with a black ribbon.

Eyes: A light shade of gray green

Skin: Pale, smooth

Build: Broad shoulders, not over muscular but well formed. Slender face and hands.

Clothes: None fore now. Sealed away without them.

Personality: Finds simple things amuseing. Never kills unless he hasto, but will not hesitate if the situation calls for it. Fancies children and teens for feeding. Hates being caged.

Background: Before James was turned, he had a child out of wedlock with a village girl. He spent the next several years being trained by his master, then released to fend for himself. After finding his child, an adult now, he followed it closely, doing what he could to help from the shadows. One day, he is found out and the villagers hired a preist to destroy the "monster". The preist was young, and unable to complete the task, so insted he performs a sealing cerimony. James now rests in a cavern beneath a large family owned land.


Player: LogicallyDoomed

Name: Adin Crown

Race: Human

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Ht: 6'00"

Wt: 130lbs

Hair: Shoulder length, shaggy blond hair.

Eyes: Green

Skin: Well tanned European skin tone

Build: well toned with small hints of muscle. Almost has a female form, with slim shoulder and body

Clothes: Dark Blue Jacket with gold detailing. Which shirt and pants finished off with drown heeled shoes. The sort of out fit a European noble would wear in the 1600 or so.

Personality: Hard headed when he thinks he is right. dose not like to give in without a fight even if he is wrong. he dislike to take on responsibility. Often trying to run from them. He likes act rashly not stopping to think about what is actions might do. He is a perfect gentlemen even when he is being indifferent and somethings mean to women and their needs. Not because he is cruel man, just because he dose not understand them that well. Although it is greatly frowned upon in the land he lives in, Adin is open about is 'romantic interests' in men.

Background: Adin lost his mother to illness when he was but a little boy. His father soon after took over lording a patch of country side for the king. So Adin was forced to move out of the capital city an into the country side where he was isolated from most other people in the kingdom.

During his year of youth Adin was forced to learn different fighting styles for a unknown reason his father would not disclose. Archery, Sword Arts, Gun fighting, Hand to hand combat where practiced daily along with this school study. The youth displayed great skills with long ranged weapons and bare fist brawling. Adin would often fight with this father over why he needed to learn all the war arts his father had been putting him through. The Kingdom was peaceful and there was no signs of that changing any time soon. His father only answer was; "Its your birth right to take over my job when I leave this world."

With no solid answers from this father Adin rebelled more and more, doing less and less of when his father wanted. In his late teen years many balls were held at the castle he lived in, in order to find him a worthy bride to carry on the family line. The only person to ever capture his eye was the brother of one of the invited guests. A romance sparked to the displeasure of both father and continued until the lover's family moved away.

By his 24 year of life. The castle was empty and no one came to visit. Adin was forced to take over Lordship of the land when His father, who was now grey with old age, disappeared into thin air after going down to the wine celler looking for a servant girl which had gone down many hours ago not yet returned.



Guess that's my cue....Let us begin!

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A dark shadow moves slowly about the underground halls. It's foot steps silent as it drifts from one room to another. The last few years, he had grown restless, and the taste of his last meal begins to wither on his tongue. He curses lightly as his arm brushes against the barrier accidentally. “Hmmmm hmmmm, so close but oh so far.....” His voice drifts out, moving past the invisible wall. Past the walls, through cracks and crevices, seeking out who it may. “I can smell you, I can feel you, won't you come to me~” Licking his fangs, the shadow moves towards the next room of his prison. From room to room, he sings and hums. His voice, like honey, takes on a life of it's own as it finds it's way up a small shaft leading to the castle above. When his words finally die out, he moves to the large fourposter in his bed area. Sliding on to the silky but rather musty sheets, he sighs. “Never a one will come, but at time from time alone they find me, and I can move again....What one next will come, will find me here....will feed me it's last....” With a few last hums, the shadow falls into a deep sleep.