Change (Fantasy R.P.- Open, in NEED of MEMERS)

[tide.]

{Yeah. And If your post doesn't get answered, I always quote it and then it instantly gets answered... weird much? o.o'}

[Đɛαŧħғαƀℓɛ]

{{ Sorry been busy. I may only be able to post once or twice a week }}

Jasper's shoulders rose and fell. He continued to walk alongside her and let out a slow, sighing breath. It had emitted a swirly mist from his lips that dissolves almost in an instant. "Nothing really," he answered, "I mean there really isn't anything too look forward to with the next day. We all know what's coming." And in fact they all did, or should. It had been nearly four weeks since he felt that awful liquid slide down his throat. He remembered the feeling in his gut as the blood spread through his stomach and all through his body until it had somehow gotten into his bloodstream. He shivered, the feeling of that moment coming back to him. It wouldn't be long for him. Jasper wouldn't even be slightly surprised if this was his last day with any hint of humanity within him.
He turned his head over his shoulder, looking up at the building he knew all too well. Jasper turned again, now looking straight in front of him as the two neared the old cabin house. He let his head drop, looking down at his feet as he played around with small puddles of melted snow.

"I have to get back soon; he's waiting. I'd ask for you to come but that'd be like asking you to go with me to Hell," he chuckled halfheartedly.

He paused for a moment, his ears lifted up as much as they possibly could under his cap. He could have sworn he heard voices, slightly familiar voices, yet no one he could possibly know was in sight. He shook it off.
"I'll walk you to the cabin first then I'll leave...," he said, quite unsure if he wanted to do what he'd said he'd do.

He wanted to walk her to the log house--if not to kill time then to have someone to talk to--but it was the leaving part that made him uneasy. He didn't want to return, but he had too. There was no other choice for him.

{{ Well here's a little thing I did. I wrote that he had heard a slightly familiar voice, hoping someone would use it to their advantage of it being their characters voice, like say Skylar or someone whose charter had spoken. I mean we are all in about the same place, right? }}

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((~Jumps in~ Someone say opportunity for Skylar? Nyaha XD ))

Skylar frowned ever so slightly, her green eyes narrowing, she felt envious of the other people who had gotten advanced hearing or things like that. Al she got was a ravenous hunger for souls and the ability to turn parts of herself into mist. She sighed slightly and narrowed her eyes.

"This is stupid" She exclaimed to herself and slowly got to her feet and stretched, she cracked her fingers lightly and blinked a few more timed before putting her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "And unfair" She muttered and looked to the side, she didn't look too impressed with the current situation she was in. Having to live near a dumpster did that to people.

[night freak]

Akemi looked up and saw light snowflakes falling. She got up and looked for some type of shelter but she didn't always liked to be in houses. she just started walking around and saw some people but she turned back quickly. She was unsure how to deal with people like her self.

[Đɛαŧħғαƀℓɛ]

The Kings home was in his sight. Jasper felt ill from even looking at it and felt as if he could just gag. He swallowed, taking a deep breath only to go into a short-lived coughing fit. He turned slighting to the right, seeing now an old dumpster whose rancid odor has come into him. He held his nose, yet that too did no good. His senses had heightened and he could smell it even still. His quick eyes caught a glimpse of movement in the alleyway in which the rusted dumpster stood.
"Hello?" He managed to whisper, not wishing to open his mouth wide or raise his voice.
Jasper's chest rose and fell as he turned to look at Jordan. As he had done so he saw some person, another girl, turn their back quickly away from him. The scent that emitted from her was not completely human, he could tell that much. He gave a soft nudge at Jordan's shoulder.
"Hey, does she look familiar to you?" He asked, though the strangers back was to them. He continued on, still focused on her.
{{ Short, sorry wrote it on my cell phone }}

[tide.]

Jordan regarded him quizzically. Yes, this person did look familiar, she just couldn't put her finger on it. "Hey!" She called. "Who are you?" The silhouetted figure in the shadows still didn't ring any bells, but she knew she had seen that person before...

(Sorry.. Writers block. Also, sorry it took so long to reply. Been really absorbed in a lot of stuff.)

[KinqBoo]

Name- He has never had a real name all his life
Nickname- Knightingale, Gale, or sometimes by girls called Knight
Gender- Male
Age- He doesnt know himself. Around 15 or 16
Blood- Unknown really. It was really just Unpure blood with demonic tinges in it.
Personality- Really dark. Has a ghastly sense of humor and does infact has a tinge of madness. He loves to talk about blood for some reason. He loves to draw, and rarely talks. His moodswings are very dramatic.
History- Details will be rped out. In truth he spent most of his life caring for his brother. He has taken up many jobs to keep them alive, and spent the last of his human life as part of a circus. His eyes had aways been pupils and red with yellowish whites. They used him as "fortune teller' who could supposedly see into the future. His brother was lured into the King's trap and Knightingale followed his footsteps, wanted to only be with his brother.
Looks-
The mask only covers the left side of his face, the bandages cover the whole thing. His eyes are red with no pupils and yellowish whites. On his palms are circles with stars in them drawn in blood. In human form he'd be tall and slender, with a twig of a body and black hair thats messy and sorta in his face. He'd have small horns and one slightly large white streak in his hair, on the right front side. He'd wear a long dark brown trench coat with the skull design plated on the shoulders like armour. He has a huge needle stuck through his chest. He has a necklace with the bone on it and also a small metal heart. keep the tail too. He wears his right shoe red with black laces, and his left shoe black with red laces. He has a small key charm hanging from his left horn. His teeth are sharp and pointed, and he is a mischievous guy who rarely talks. He can take any hit without feeling the pain in his heart is far greater. He will protect Sixx with his life. He is a full-blown alchemist and draws the circles with his own blood. He fights with the huge needle stuck through his chest. He has a red circle with a star on it drawn in blood on the top of his half-mask. There is a huge clump of red thread on the needle. He barely has even a waistline. His chest is slightly broad, but he has very narrow shoulders. His fingers are long and spindly. His shoulder blades are very defined and sharp. He has a super defined collarbone. He has no visible muscles but can hit extremely hard.
Other- Staples are epic
Extra-

[*Skylar The Plant*]

Sky looked slowly to where people were calling, her leaf green eyes narrowed and she was surprised to see that they were talking to her. Most likely anyway, she let out a small hiss through her teeth, it was a human hiss though. She slowly took a few steps toward them, her bare feet making barely any noise on the cold grey concrete. "I could ask you the exact same thing" She said cooly, looking slowly at the boy and girl, both looked familiar to her. Though she couldn't put her finger on the reason why they did.

She held her head quite high, trying to look as if she were not a four foot and a half high child. When she was actually a fair few years older then she looked. Her clothes were stained and the knees of her jeans were ripped, she blinked her leaf green eyes a few times before drawing her fingers through her black and green hair, the curls were still quite clean, she took good care of her hair. She sighed slightly and rolled her eyes.

"I'm Skylar, Skylar Rain" She mumbled and scratched her cheek slowly and narrowed her eyes, their souls were quite tempting, she was hungry too. Though her eyes had not yet started to go blue, so she wouldn't go mad yet. That was always a problem for her.

((WB sorry))

[night freak]

Akemi slowly walked away from the others and found a tree. She climed it . The leaves and branches covered her so that it would be hard to see her. She kept thinking to her self find a wepon or you'll die. Akemi thought back and remembered the girl asking "Who are you " . Akemi the relized that she just left them, but she thought that they was probley talking to some one eles.

[tide.]

(Accepted. Feel free to jump in whenever you think it's best )

"I'm Jordan..." Jordan thought -- Hard. Who were these people? Then it came to her. "Wait... Skylar? I remember you! The King... He- You- Us- we were next to each other... in that room. Jasper," Jordan pointed to Jasper, her new travel companion, then continued. "And you... we were next to each other in that room. You guys presences... I know it's weird, but they feel the same... I know you." Her response was silence. She squeezed her eyes shut, and a silver tear slipped down her face. She wiped it off and it glittered in the sliver of light in the place. She widened her eyes, her unreasonable tears replaced with rage. She was being taken over now... today was the day. She bit her lip. Forget about that. There were people who could rise up against the King with her here. Herself was the least thing she had to worry about.