Dried Roses RP (Vampire/Werewolves/Human/Powers) Accepting

[herondale.]

Jace glanced at Zorran, ducking beneath the branch behind Zorran and Shadow. He sighed lightly, his hands sliding into his hoodie pockets.

[Wolfsabre]

Zorran heard the sigh. He realized that Jace must have heard the hostility in his voice and he sighed and turned around. "I'm sorry, Jace. It's just..." he hesitated. "Gwen. And I see you and Areth, Zane and Seven, all of you couples and, I don't know. It hurts. I'll try not to let that affect me though" he managed to force a smile. "We have a werewolf lord to eliminate"

[herondale.]

Jace laughed lightly, continuing through the trees. He frowned slightly. "Can I ask.. who's Gwen?" he asked, hesitantly.

[Wolfsabre]

"Gwen..." he hesitated before smiling slightly, continuing on his way. "Gwen was ironically a vampiress. But a young one. She was actually just turned. By Bar'ethal. She was...unruly. She didn't know how to control herself yet and she killed a lot of humans. More than normal vampires would kill. I had actually been sent on a mission from Lutherin to slay her, but I couldn't. When I looked at her, I didn't see a vicious vampire but the innocent girl she once was. We fell in love, and then I lost her" he strode ahead. "There's Damian" and he pointed to the dark figure outside the mansion.

[herondale.]

Jace had been watching Zorran as he spoke and decided to drop the subject with him. He glanced ahead just seeing Damian's dark silhuoette pushing the Manor doors open. "Damian!" Jace yelled. Damian frowned, turning to see Jace running towards him. He glanced at Zorran for a few secnds before looking at Jace.
"What?" he said, darkly, his hand keeping the doors open. Jace sighed.
"Ok... Well," he said, glancing at Zorran then at Damian. "We need your help to kill a Werewolf Lord."

(( Is it Lutherin or Bar'ethal? ))

[Alpha*]

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[Wolfsabre]

(...o.O sorry if I'm kind of taking over the story line. Is it ok with you? And Lutherin is the werewolf lord and Bar'ethal is an elder vampire)

Zorran stepped foreword. "You remember Twam? Nearly impossible to kill werewolf guy? Well there is a castle south of here full of them. And all of them have their eyes, on you" he pointed his finger at Damian. "Because if you die, then that dies" he pointed to the castle. And by the way, Lutherin is not...like us" he looked over at Jace and back at Damian. "There are hybrids, part werewolf, part vampire. Like me. And there are others. Lutherin is all of them. Power. Vampire. Werewolf. He was a power at first, when he was turned into a werewolf, then bitten. And his power was a rare one. Vampiric bite. His bite can kill you, and drain you of your power. We need all the help we can get to take him down"

[herondale.]

(( I love this story-line. I've changed the whole plot for this anyways. The idea is now that we just go along with eachothers stories. ))

Damian had been listening intently and frowned when Zorran said they had all there eyes on him. Damian glanced at the Manor before stepping out of the way of the door which he let close. He leant against the doors instead, looking from Zorran to Jace then back again. He sighed, "Alright, I'll help." Jace smiled slightly at that, thankful to get the help.
"I'll find Zane," Jace said, starting towards the park.

[Alpha*]

New Breed Form

username;Alpha*
name;Aylith
breed (can be anything!);(ok, hear goes) she is both a vampire, and a werewolf-her dad was a vamp. her mom was the were-But her dad was half human, and her mom was half Power. her genes mutated, and gave her useable wings. she can mascurade as anything...
age;5 years old by human calculations
gender; Female
personallity; will rp out, i promise
crush; open
mate;open
special weapon; she is a Spirit bender.her gift entails healing-sheilding-lighting, and makeing things appear they are not there
appearance/image; she is a silver-haired vamp/human/power-with pale gold skin. she has blue eyes. when she is a wolf, she is red, and silver with blue eyes-quite large her wings stay all the time, but, appear to be a cloak, or fur, she is as small as three human hands put together-which is from nose to tail-tip excludeing her wings
anything else; her parents were murdered by a bounty hunter, and she loves to do dareing things-she believs she is the only one of her kind,and distrusts almost everyone: she has no other memories, due to the fact that she had a serious concussion at the time-when she was like Three. she is learning to talk. she is terrified of fire

[herondale.]

(( Thanks, accepted! ))