Nothing fancy for my first post, I would just like to say a few things before I start.

1. This is an Rp that I created.
2. I'm not sure exactly where this Rp goes, so I put it in the main forum, if it goes in one of the sub-forums, tell me about it!
3. This is an Rp that I originally placed on Gaia, but I have moved it here. If this is against the rule that was in the 'Locked Threads' post, tell me, because I wasn't exactly sure wether the refference to 'forums' was for this site only.
4. I moved this Rp to Menewsha because I was tired of illiteracy.
5. On to the RolePlay!

[The Ritual]

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

And Death Shall Have No Dominion, by Dylan Thomas

Nota Bene: This Rp was inspired by above poem, I have incorporated it into the RolePlay.

[The Story]

Dark things happen here, very dark things...

This is the town of Ardenwood, the town where the demon ritual originated. The ritual changes humans into demons, if you had a strong soul, you became a strong demon, if not, you might die. That was the way of things in Ardenwood.

Now though, the ritual isn't as common, it has died down, and few remember it. There are still quite a few demons living in Ardenwood, but they do not show themselves, for fear of death.

It has been one-hundred years since the last ritual, and ten-thousand since the ritual came to be. Ardenwood is no longer a small village, it is now a large town, filled with people and demons. The only thing that remains of the original village are the crypts.

Who knows what secrets they hide...

[The Setting]

This is a medieval roleplay, please treat it as such.

[The Rules]

Follow the T.O.S.

That means,

PG-13
NO CYBERING
NO FLAMING
I don't mind cussing, just dont do it every other word.


Be Literate

That means,

Type out your freaking words!
Use correct GRAM-MAR!
Capitalize correctly
Don't capitalize every word!
No T3XT [email protected] or cht spk
If I flipped the two, well, I don't freaking care, I don't want to see either
None of these *'s, or anything like it to show actions
You will write like you are writing a story
Use "these" for speaking, and 'these' for thinking
Write in the third person
And that brings us to...

Post Size

Everyone's favorite part!

I don't mind one liners
When used in extreme moderation
There will be none of this - 'Jack walked down the street.'
That is crap, and it will not be tollerated
Try to post at least a paragraph at a time
More for your introduction

Characters

Make them interesting!

They have their problems
But they are not the uber-emo Gods, no offense
Make it at least semi-realistic, it is fantasy you know!

My Status

I am not God

But in this thread, I am as close as you are going to get
R-E-S-P-E-C-T ME!
Or, get your behind kicked out
It's that simple


Regarding Mary and Gary's god mode, auto-hit, power play suplex...

Oh, hell no

You did not just mention that
There will be none of it in my thread
End of discussion

Profiles

All of them will be PM'ed to me
If they are posted in my thread, well, that is an automatic, NO! YOU ARE NOT ACCEPTED!
The PM title is below this rule
Willis - That Shouldn't Be Here!


Extra Rp Specific Rules

Oh, yes

Oh, no, I can't think of any more rules
'Cept this
I reserve the right to add or remove rules
That is all

[Dael's List]

This is good, you want to be here!

[Anis's List]

This is bad, you do not want to be here!

[Accepted Profiles]

Humans

Demons


Pulling The Strings: ViperValen
Hello, My Name Is: Danielle Selna Cathorn
Candles, Please: Appears 24
I'm A: Female
And A: Demon
I Can Be A Bit Of A: A fighter in mind, a fighter in body, ruthless and cruel, but only in battle. She is very deceptive, and often gets ignorant people to pay much more than needed for her wares. Danielle has a sort spot for those in need, seeing as her mother did too, she'll stop her tirades in a second to help. She also has an anger problem, she gets mad rather quickly.
My Story: Born in Ardenwood some odd thousand years ago, Danielle's family has long since passed away. She is only alive because of a demon named Visagoth, who used her in the very first ritual, changing her into a powerful demon. Before the ritual, and after, Danielle and her father worked in their very own smithing shop, Cathorn's Fine Weaponry' that has been rebuilt a few times since. From it's old place in the cemetary grounds where her family lived, to the middle of the market, Danielle has kept the shop running for quite some time.
I Love:[/b] Blacksmithing
That Ringing Sound In My Ears
Most People That Make Me Laugh
Writing
I Hate: Overly Happy People
Ignorance
The Ritual
Those That Don't Appreciate My Work.
Eyes On Me: Destruction Happens Now
Without These, I'm Useless: Destruction, a whip, laced with deadly poison.
Silence, a flail.
Oh, And I Can Do This!: My saliva is acidic, my blood, poison to mortals, although, it heals others like me. I have some control over fire and dark elements.

[Profile Skellys!]

Humans

[color=INSERTPOSTINGCOLORHERE!]
Pulling The Strings: (Username)
Hello, My Name Is: (Name)
Candles, Please: (Age)
I'm A: (Gender!)
And A: Human
I Can Be A Bit Of A:[/b] (Personality, in paragraph form!)
My Story:[/b] (Biography, paragraph at least!)
I Love:[/b] (Likes, 4 at least)
I Hate: (Dislikes, 4 at least)
Eyes On Me: (Apperance, link or description)
Without These, I'm Useless: (Weapons)
[/color]

Demons

[color=INSERTPOSTINGCOLORHERE!]
Pulling The Strings: (Username)
Hello, My Name Is: (Name)
Candles, Please: (Age)
I'm A: (Gender!)
And A: Demon
I Can Be A Bit Of A:[/b] (Personality, in paragraph form!)
My Story:[/b] (Biography, paragraph at least!)
I Love:[/b] (Likes, 4 at least)
I Hate: (Dislikes, 4 at least)
Eyes On Me: (Apperance, link or description)
Without These, I'm Useless:(Weapons)
Oh, And I Can Do This!: (Powers)
[/color]

[Updates!]

~Friday, February Twenty-Ninth, 11:30 A.M.
Open!

The day was cold as ice in the city of Ardenwood, but still people were out and about in the market. The market had no real name, it was simply called, The Market, but it was big, and held everything one could ever need, and some more after that. In the center of the market was 'Cathorn's Fine Weaponry', a one man, or in this case woman, shop, ran by Danielle Cathorn, the last known descendant of the Cathorn Family. It was a large stone building, built strong and sturdy, although it was rather ugly on the outside, the inside was beautiful. Not many people ever went in, seeing as it was an unmarked building, and those that did always left with some hidden gem.

Danielle reached the front of the building and flipped the closed sign over so that in calligraphic letters it read, simply, Open. She headed inside, and looked over the fantastic displays on the walls. The wall to the left was splayed with dark weapons, a large battle axe inset with onyx, intracate patterns ran along the blade and handle. The rest of the weapons on this wall followed suit, some were inlayed with ruby, some with dark colored jade, all of them were either made of dark metals, dark wood, or stone. The wall on the right was magnificent as well, the weapons shined with bright gems of all colors. The material used to make them was almost white, some was, the wall gleamed with holy power. The back wall, the one Danielle faced, was covered in simple weapons, but all of them had an odd demonic writting on them, cleverly hidden with winding patterns, only to be seen by the trained eye. You see, all of the weapons in her shop had some hidden power, but some people wanted the simple, less extravagant, weapons, and that was what lie on the final wall.

The floor of the shop was empty, save the long dark wooden desk that made the back wall untouchable, above the desk was a large sign that read, 'Cathorn's Fine Weaponry' in elagant calligraphy. Danielle put her hands on the desk and pushed down, jumping gracefully over the desk, she stood behind it now, filling out some paperwork for an imported shipment of supplies. The only thing in the store I haven't mentioned, would be two doors, behind the desk, both vaugly marked, 'Do Not Enter'.