You've received the invitation.
You've dressed in your finest.
You've chosen your mask.
All that's left to do is... Arrive.



But once you have arrived...
...You'll find you cannot leave.

"Welcome to the Masquerade. We hope you survive."

Rules


*Please follow Mene ToS
*I'm god :3 Now that we have that established...
*No godmodding. From anyone. That includes me, too, so don't go complaining.
*Please be at least semi-literate with decent grammar. We would all like to be able to understand what you say.
*Please make some distinction between OOC and In-Character talk with use of thigns like (())[]{} or whatnot.
*Please PM me profiles. It keeps things nice and neat and I can help you fix any little odds and ends before we put it up :3
*If you don't follow the above rule, and post you're profile here, I'm afraid I'll have to blacklist you.
*Keep it PG-13 please. Romance? Encouraged. Just don't go doing the nasty. We don't care. Fighting? Sure, if you feel the need. But no gory, graphic descriptions of where you stuck what.
*Be respectful of everyone; it keeps us all nice and happy :3
*Durp. I have the right to add more rules if I deem necessary, so check back here every once in a while.

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[Note: When creating profiles, YOU MUST TAKE OUT THE SPACES IN THE CODES if you want them to work. If you forget to, it's not a big deal- I can do it myself. But if you do it, it makes my job that much easier.]

Accepted Profiles:

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Helena Elizabeth Markus

Age: 18
Height: 5'3"
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Other: Hidden behind Helena's mask is a terrible scar that starts in the center of her left eyebrow, goes down through her eye, and ends in the middle of her cheek. She covers it with make-up, but it is so dark that a faint outline can be seen. This is her mask.

Biography: Helena was born an aristocrat, the finest of the fine. Her father was the heir to a fortune, her mother the daughter of a wealthy businessman. Her mother tried to raise her to be a quiet, demure young lady, one who they could someday marry to some wealthy man and increase their fortunes.

Unfortunately, Helena had a bit of a rebellious streak. Her mother was constantly scolding the young woman for this and for that; "Helena, young women don't climb trees", or even more common, "Helena, a young woman must ride sidesaddle, and never bareback."

As she got older, her mother tried to tighten the reins, which only put the spirited young woman into a bad mood. As pretty as Helen of Troy and as temperamental as the Queen of Hearts, the fights between Helena and her mother became legendary among the house staff.

One stormy night, Helena had reached the end of her temper, and in an explosion of fury and shouts, the young woman stormed out, slipping a bridle onto her favorite mount, a high-blooded black stallion named Perseus, and took off into the night. It soon began to rain, and the young woman was forced to turn back to the shelter of the home she despised. On the way back, her horse threw her, and while she wasn't majorly hurt, she was left with a terrible scar that ran down her face.

Horrified and angry that they're daughter was now "unfit" to be wed, Lord and Lady Markus locked her up, keeping her contact with the outside world to a minimum.

After recieving news of the Masquerade (which her parents promptly forbade her to go to), Helena decided to sneak out. For two years she had been locked away, and tonight she would make her escape to a place where no one would recognize her- if only for a few hours.
Personality:High-spirited and slightly temperamental, Helena can be your best friend or your worst enemy. She likes to follow her own rules, and the word "no" is not foreign to her- nor is the ability to do whatever she had been told not to. A bright young woman with a mind as sharp as her tongue, she's not afraid to tell you just what she thinks of you.

Strawberry Kitkat

Aiden Joseph Fitzpatrick

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Age: 19
Height: 5'10
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: Dark brown
Other: This is his mask

Biography: Aiden lives the wealthy life- he has money, women who want him, and a beautiful manor to call his own. Born to a Duke and an Heiress, Aiden was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he sure as hell won't let you forget it. He's lived a rather sheltered life, but now that he's living on his own... Well, he's living it up. This Masquerade ball is simply another party for him to go and be the star of, even though he's not the one hosting it.
Personality: As far as personalities go, Aiden's is pretty crappy. Arrogant and cocky, Aiden can be a pain in the ass to deal with. But beneath that mask and arrogant manner is a smart, almost friendly seeming boy.... if you can get past the wise-ass comments, that is.

Strawberry Kitkat

Originally Posted by iinsanely Sane

I don't know if I missed anything, but I swear I saw no Title for the pms in the rules when pm'ing profiles! Hell, I double swear!

Keto Gus

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Age: Twenty one
Height: 7'2
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown, it looks black.
Other: Weight? What, you think its only girls who are sensitive about that? Naw, I kid you. But I'm still not telling. As for why he's going to the masquerade, Jian and Keto have some business to attend to *wink wink*

Biography: Keto lived in a rough neighbourhood, meaning, he's learnt how to fight through defending himself from others. His mother was murdered on the streets, shot by a car passing by. He never knew who did it, never knew why, but it still beats him inside. Since her death, he's worked with his dad, earning the money his mother was earning before she died in order to pay the bills every month. Every once in a while school would be interrupted by a gun fire, the sound was almost familiar to his ears.

Personality: Keto isn't so much as happy as he is sad. He's content with what he's doing (partner work with Jian, missions, undercover) but is still like a zombie once he gets home. He has nothing to ever look forward to, besides being with Jian that is. But even then, he's not very good with girls who are looking for gentleness and care, since he's only used to being rough and cold, and therefore does not show much affection. He is very distant and quiet, and talks to you if he feels the need to, which is rarely ever. He stares at you with cold eyes, because the pain from his childhood is burning inside, and he needs to break down, but he has no one to turn to. His father is not the type of guy who would be fine with seeing his son all emotional and not strong, so Keto holds it inside him.

iinsanely Sane

Jian Hui

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Age: Nineteen
Height: 6'7
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Other: She really didn't want to go to the Masquerade, she hates costumes.

Biography: Jian on the otherhand, had a pretty good childhood, considering Keto's depressing past. She grew up with two normal parents, and two sibblings, her the middle one. Things were difficult that way, but she loved her family to death, really to death. When her little sister was kidnapped, she never really took a liking to strangers, and it was difficult for her to get to know Keto and enjoy herself at the same time, with his meaningful glare. As for the rest of the family, its happy and living.

Personality: Jian is shy in the distant sort of way, but she always shows a small smile for strangers, to be polite. But, it takes a while to get to know her, and the journey can put you out of your misery. She's fun, but she's deadly. Her favourite weapons are katana's, something that she'll definitely try and bring to the masquerade.

iinsanely Sane

The Lists:

Honored Guests
[White List]
-iinsanely Sane- For making me happy by being a fellow Shutter Island fan :) Also, first person to sign up for this madness :D
-Strawberry Kitkat- Why? Because I can.

The Gray List
[lol no imaginative name here. Open to suggestions.]

Those Cast Away
[Black List]

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+ Getting ready to open, should be done soon :)
+LOL ridiculously large image for what will most likely be a small section.
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Story Thus Far


The invitations have been sent, and the host eagerly awaits the replies of the guests....

Reserved

"Take that, you crazy old bat."

The young heiress Helena Elizabeth Markus sat in the car, waiting impatiently for the car to finally pull up to the old mansion. Helena wasn't exactly sure who the lady hosting the party was (A Ms. Cora Marie Livingston, if she recalled correctly), but it had been her chance to escape.

She smoothed the dark blue skirt of her gown, nervous for a second- it had been a long time since she had gone to any kind of social event. She wondered if people would stare- and then she remembered she had her mask on. A small, easy smile began to dance on her lips as she leaned back in her seat, relaxing. Everything would be alright.

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Aiden glared out the window impatiently, his arms crossed over his chest. He knew he probably shouldn't do that, but he wasn't sure how much he cared about wrinkling his suit a little bit.

"This is taking a ridiculously long time," he grumbled, checking his watch for the fifth time in one minute. Impatient, the lad was. There were meaner words, but we'll say impatient for now.

Finally, the sleek black car pulled up to the manor. It belonged to a Miss Livingston something-or-other; he hadn't recognized the name, but a party was a party. He pushed open the door and gracefully climbed out, tucking one hand into his pocket. "I'll call when I'm done," he said over his shoulder, before slamming the door shut. He stood in front of the gate for a moment, taking a deep breath. This place was.... odd.

The night was smooth, it was relaxing. And so was the ride to the Masquerade. Or at least, for Jian it was, Keto seemed to have a hard time getting used to the speed Jian was driving. The black motorbike sleeked its way through the streets, the lights of the city a mere blur as they zoomed past. The silence of the engine was the best though, it was the whole reason Jian enjoyed the damn vehicle, it wasn't noisy. You could drive past a house, and the residents would still be fast asleep. But the speed! Jian had never felt such a thrill more than riding her precious bike. She twisted around a corner in the last minute, making a skid as Keto struggled to hold on. "Jesus christ, can you go any faster?" he finally blurted after his long enduring torturing silence. She'd gotten used to it, but he didn't seem to tell her when he was uncomfortable, which was why it was so fun to make him uncomfortable. I guess you gotta learn! Jian sped up even more, if that was even possible. Horns were sounding everywhere trying to warn her of her speed, but Jian was well aware she was going over the 200 kilometre radar, she was actually happy about it. Alas, with an abrupt stop they arrived at the masquerade.

"Score! Forty five minutes and ten seconds, new record!" she exclaimed as she had just checked her watch. Keto on the other hand, glared at her. With a silent last look at her, Keto got off the bike and removed his helmet, replacing it with an intricate dark blue mask, with white and silver outlining. Jian on the other hand, moaned. "Do we have to put them on now?"

Keto silently nodded at her, and she whimpered once more. Knowing she wasn't going to get out of this and have it her way, she slowly put on the red mask with golden outlining and patterns, and looked at herself in the mirror of the bike. "You will so pay for this, Keto," she murmured with a cringe at the appearance of her in the dress, especially with the mask. Keto chuckled.

"Ok, lets go in. Remember the plan?" She asks to make sure, and Keto nods. After one last check, the two enter the building silently, taking in their surroundings.


(( I'm going to be joining Keto and Jian's post until they've actually separated. Since they know each other, their coming together to the Masquerade anddd... DAMMIT IM BOARD. D; ))

[[AJSDAHDBSK SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! D:]]

"Thanks, Jake," Helena said with a grin, as the limo pulled up to the mansion. It was rather huge- and kind of creepy looking. She opened the door and climbed out, smoothing her dark blue skirt one last time. "I'll call when we're done here, okay? And remember, Mother can't know," she said, turning to look at him.

"Mum's the word, Miss," Jake said, giving the girl a wink before putting the car into drive. Helena laughed, then turned and saw a couple pull up on a motorcycle. She marveled at the girl's ability to ride in a dress.

She snapped to as the couple began up the steps, and decided she should follow. She saw a boy a few steps ahead of her staring up at the mansion, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Are you okay," she asked, approaching him.

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"Are you okay?"

Aiden jumped, spinning around to look at the girl who had adressed him. She was a small, slight little thing, a large mask hiding her identity from him. "I'm fine," he said, shoving a hand into his pocket. "Just thinking." She blinked once, watching him carefully. "You here for this thing too?"

"Well, obviously," she said in a tone that irritated him. He took a deep breath, then gave her a grin that was more a smirk.

"Well, seeing as we both came here alone, would you mind accompanying me to the mansion?" The girl thought about this, an amused look on her face.

"Sure," she said after a moment, and he offered her his arm. She slid one small, slim hand onto it, and they began up the walk. "I'm Helena."

"Aiden," he said, curious as to why she didn't give her last name. He didn't push the issue, and led her up the stairs in silence. He could see another pair only a little ways ahead of them.

[[LOL decided I'd stick them together for now >.>]]