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October 21, 12:02 AM

The monster, it was approaching... It was fast, it was shadowy, it was strange... There was no way a human could move like that, no way in this world. It had to be something else... Something dark...

Jessica kept running. She could hear it's voice in the cruel wind of the night. It was coming. Then suddenly, snap! She fell over, a large arrow in her left. The would oozed blood and she squealed on the ground like a child, tears melted her face. Then the large bow fell from the tree branches. A loud thud was heard. She looked up. Standing before her was a large beast with a dark black cloth on... It slowly eased toward her. When it came into the moonlight... she realized what it was... a werewolf...

The monster quickly raised its claws and with one swipe she laid there dead with a large chunk of her throat missing. The monster pulled her leg from the ground and carried her away...

October 29, 2:10 AM

Three men stood in the middle of the forest. They were warmed by the light of their campfire. Just about a week ago, a woman was reported missing. Her empty house was only outside of the woods. The young adults stood around the fire trying to scare each other. They were only eighteen, nineteen years old... Foolish...

Their tent was set up and they were sitting around telling stories.

"Then BAM! There it was!" one of them shouted as one of the others jumped. "Good one" he said. "You're turn" the first man replied. "You know I suck at these"

"Do it anyways"

"Alright" said the second man. He assumed the spot up in front of the tent and behind the fire as the other two had their backs to the woods. Terribly, he began a story about a mysterious wolf and an old man in the woods. "When they approached the lake, the old man felt a pain in his back and he fell over. Then--AAAHHHH!!" he screamed as the other two jumped. "You're getting better"
Then suddenly a howl was heard in the distance. The leaves behind them began to rustle with a chilling wind that flew by. A strange unnerving feeling was carried with the wind. They seemed to get spooked with every inch of wind that brushed their faces. Then suddenly they heard a strange breathing sound, and the snapping of a stick. They all turned to see the woods. When they were finally convinced nothing was there they went back to their activities, that was where they went wrong.

"RRRAAAARGGNNRRFF!!" the monster bellowed as it jumped from the shadows of the trees and tackled them ripping their faces off as if it were a poster on a wall. With the screams of this night came a bloodbath of darkness. When the beast was finished with their bodies it put out the fire with a large bucket of water the men had kept outside of their tent. The beast then snaked back into the woods...

October 31, 1:59 AM

The little girl walked through the pathway in the woods. Her mommy and daddy were missing and she thought she would go look for them. She held her teddy bear tightly, it was a scary night and she was too afraid to go back. She heard a growl in the woods to her right she screamed and took off running dropping her stuffed toy by accident. As she ran and ran something was following her. Then she was cut off by a large tree fallen in the middle of the forest. She couldn't climb over it as it was large for her size. She heard the sound of breathing, heavy dark breathing, right behind her.
She turned around--

A little girl's shriek echoed throughout the hills filled with forests...

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Welcome to Night Creatures! In the spirit of upcoming halloween I've created this new RP! I was also inspired to create this by sodbuster's Dark Moon (which died out long ago ). Here you create monsters such as werewolves, vampires, witches, ghosts, and the like and take on a role in an awesome story. To keep things simple and less complex the story will take place in the country parts of Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, and West Virginia states.

This takes place in modern time where monsters live in secret because humans find them freakish and will kill them onsight. Monsters have stayed hidden for hundreds of years, only did they encounter humans during early American civilization, the birthplace of the legends themselves.

For our first plot, many people around the forests of Ohio have been going missing. Namely a forest called Salemwood (fictional forest) where shrieks have been heard in the night. Rumors of the superstitious people say a beast walks the night and takes all who enter his home. The question is, who is this beast? And is there anyone capable of stopping it?


So before we begin here are the rules:

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1. No cussing, I'll allow some minor curse words but nothing major or inappropriate

2. Romance is allowed but nothing sexual

3. No godmodding, powerplaying, etc.

4. Ask permission before you do anything major

5. Ghosts are allowed but you cannot possess or control PCs

6. If you have read these rules write "Moon" in Other.

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Character Sheet

Name:

Gender:

Age: (for vampires, witches, and ghosts, and other nonaging monster, nothing above 1,000 years please)

Species:

Appearance:

Personality:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Other:

Accepted Characters

-MaxxToron

Name: The Mourner

Gender: female

Age: 400

Race: Ghost

Appearance: The Mourner stands at about 5' tall and is cery skinny. She weighs nothing, as she is a ghost. She usually floats a few feet above the air. Her flesh is transparent but still barely noticeable. She is extremely beautiful for a ghost, with long, flowing black hair that is partially see-through and piercing blue eyes that light up the darkness. Mascara runs down her pale face and she always has a look of absolute sadness. Fir a ghost, she has some halfway decent cleavage. She wears a shredded silver dress that gives off smoke when she moves, a silver cross and chain around her neck, and a silver tiara around her head. She is barefoot, though her feet are usually obscured by smoke. She usually holds a candle in her right hand.

Personality: The Mourner is sad; giving her the name The Mourner. She constantly cries for her prince to return, but he never did so she still cries. She is incredibly loyal and faithful to her long lost husband, but is beginning to realize that he's probably not coming back anytime soon. Besides her crying, she is very calm and has aove of learning, so is usually found reading books in her study. She is usually distrustful of strangers but will always help someone pure of heart or needy. she literally holds grudges forever, though, and has an appetite for revenge, so don't cross her.

Strengths: firstly, The Mourner is a ghost, so she can fade through walls, overshadow people, and most weapons do nothing to her. She possesses knowledge if every hallway, stairwell, and closet in her mansion, so you can't hide from her. Then, she has her scream. The scream is do powerful that it will shatter windows and pierce eardrums, killing any mortal foolish enough to attack her home. This is why Chateau la personne en Deuill has no windows. the chateau has a lot of hidden traps as well, like enchanted suits of armor that come to life and exploding chandeliers.

Weaknesses: well, like all ghosts, The Mourner can be caught in a dream catcher, and is weak against non-elemental magic. Also, if she's tricked into chasing you to where her Ritter corpse lays in the crypt under the house, she will be trapped in her body and will come back to life as a normal human (the spirit somehow causes the corpse to appear as it did the day she died). While a mortal, The Mourner loses all of her powers and is weak and feeble.

Other: moon

A brief history of The Mourner

Many long years ago, there lived a beautiful young woman who caught the eye of the prince of France. He married her and they moved into a new house, but a war broke out between the Catholics and the Calvinists and her lover was swept away. He promised her that he'd someday return, and she kept watch every day, waiting for her lover, who perished in the war, though she didn't know it. One day, though, a group of Calvinists attacked the chateau. They killed all if the guards, took the maids as slaves, and burned half of the chateau down. Upon finding The princess, they dragged her into the crypt, raped her, killed her, and left her corpse sprawled out across the stone floor. They then sealed the crypt door and barricaded it do that no one would find the princess. Her spirit was so restless, though, that her spirit came back as a ghost, and she returned to watching for her husband who had already passed on.

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-ViperaUnion

Name: Rachel
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Species: Giant Rat

Appearance: Rachel in appearance looks much like a Norway rat, or Brown rat, and is about the size of a large cow (5.6 ft. tall, and 11 ft. long). She has a pink tail that is shorter than the entire length of her body, with a black smudge on the tip, and small, rounded ears. Her fur is a dark shade of brown, almost black in color, and she has small, beady black eyes, which may or may not be considered cute. Her paws have four toes, but are much more dexterous, despite a lack of opposable thumbs. Her upper and lower teeth, while like a normal rat’s, are almost white, due to incredible care regarding dental hygiene. While in appearance much like a normal rat, she is capable of human speech.

Personality: Rachel is a very sweet, gentle creature that loves nothing more than to help people. She is very clever, much like a normal rat, and can use her natural abilities to survive or fend off enemies. When she is happy, or is trying to relieve herself of stress, she will often grind her teeth together, making a kind of quick, clicking noise. If she is annoyed, or irritated, she will make loud squeaking noises. If she is in pain, or is incredibly scared, she will screech loudly. She is often very quiet, but will openly speak to friends and companions. She often prefers to hide in dark, closed spaces, where she cannot be found, and is a talented digger, capable of creating a home anywhere there is earth. She has an extreme fear of open spaces, and does not like to be in situations in which all four of her feet are not supported.

Strengths: Rachel has an incredibly keen intelligence, and strong memory. She can swim for two days, and can go through any tunnel or space that her head can fit into. Her teeth are strong, and she can gnaw through any material, even solid steel. Her paws, while not possessing dexterity to the same degree as a human with opposable thumbs, are capable of holding and grasping things. She can scamper at incredibly fast speeds, as well. She is incredibly good at digging, and can climb relatively good as well. Rachel can also be incredibly sneaky. She has a powerful sense of smell and is capable of hearing ultrasound. She can also see ultraviolet colors, and vivid shades of blue.

Weaknesses: Rachel is terribly afraid of certain creatures, namely cats, hawks, and any other creature that preys on small rodents, even if she is much larger than them. She is also color-blind regarding the colors red and green, as the two fade to a greyish color. She also has poor vision as a whole, and cannot see for a long distance, making spotting enemies from far away nearly impossible, as everything is a blur. Another disadvantage that she has is that humans may try to poison her, and other creatures may question her intelligence, as she as a rat, completely unaware of her keen, sharp mind.

Other: Moon

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-MataRahi

Name: Krasavitsa

Gender: Female

Age: Physical 14, actual 127

Species: Rusalka

Appearance: At first glance, Krasavitsa resembles a young woman who has been through the washer one too many times; she is small, emaciated, and pale of skin. Her long, straight hair is a strange amber-gold/algae-green color, reaching just below the shoulders of her simple, waterlogged blue dress. Krasavitsa’s ivory skin is, upon further inspection, both translucent and slightly phosphorescent, giving off a faint green glow. This is in stark contrast to the fierceness of her malignant green eyes.

Personality: Being dead, Krasavitsa has little personality to speak of. She follows her instincts – which happen to be to take revenge upon her killers by drowning everyone she meets until she finds them – and prefers to keep to herself during the day.

Strengths: In the water, Krasavitsa’s strength, speed, and dexterity have no match (except perhaps by another river-spirit). After the sun sets, she is wont and able to lure men and children close with her singing and circle-dances in the fields, after which she will drown them. Her strength and daring rises to a summit during a week in early June, after which it begins to wane until the next year.

Weaknesses: Krasavitsa is confined to the river during the day, yet may swim about as she pleases. At night, she may float about the countryside surrounding her place of death. If her hair is ever to dry out, Krasavitsa will perish once more, her soul forever banished to the horrible regions of subterranean aether of which no sane beings speak. For the purpose of keeping her hair perpetually wet, Krasavitsa carries with her a mystical comb, which she must ran through her hair at common intervals.

Other: Krasavitsa, her first name lost to time, was a Slavic immigrant to the United States in the year 1899. She came with her father, who quickly became ill with cholera, and was told to fetch the doctor from a nearby town. On the way there, she was accosted by a drunken rabble, who – though accidentally, in their impermeable stupor – hurled her into a river, and each had forgotten the incident the next morning. The dead girl has haunted the area ever since, rising each night to tempt townsfolk to their deaths through her songs and circle-dances, searching for the men who killed her. (Moon)

reserve

reserve

*bump*

I'll join this eventually. I've always wanted to rp as a vampire.

Finally made something.

Name: the Mourner

Gender: female

Age: 400

Race: banshee

Appearance: The Mourner stands at about 5' tall and is cery skinny. She weighs nothing, as she is a ghost. She usually floats a few feet above the air. Her flesh is transparent but still barely noticeable. She is extremely beautiful for a ghost, with long, flowing black hair that is partially see-through and piercing blue eyes that light up the darkness. Mascara runs down her pale face and she always has a look of absolute sadness. Fir a ghost, she has some halfway decent cleavage. She wears a shredded silver dress that gives off smoke when she moves, a silver cross and chain around her neck, and a silver tiara around her head. She is barefoot, though her feet are usually obscured by smoke. She usually holds a candle in her right hand.

Personality: The Mourner is sad; giving her the name The Mourner. She constantly cries for her prince to return, but he never did so she still cries. She is incredibly loyal and faithful to her long lost husband, but is beginning to realize that he's probably not coming back anytime soon. Besides her crying, she is very calm and has aove of learning, so is usually found reading books in her study. She is usually distrustful of strangers but will always help someone pure of heart or needy. she literally holds grudges forever, though, and has an appetite for revenge, so don't cross her.

Strengths: firstly, The Mourner is a ghost, so she can fade through walls, overshadow people, and most weapons do nothing to her. She possesses knowledge if every hallway, stairwell, and closet in her mansion, so you can't hide from her. Then, she has her scream. The scream is do powerful that it will shatter windows and pierce eardrums, killing any mortal foolish enough to attack her home. This is why Chateau la personne en Deuill has no windows. the chateau has a lot of hidden traps as well, like enchanted suits of armor that come to life and exploding chandeliers.

Weaknesses: well, like all ghosts, The Mourner can be caught in a dream catcher, and is weak against non-elemental magic. Also, if she's tricked into chasing you to where her Ritter corpse lays in the crypt under the house, she will be trapped in her body and will come back to life as a normal human (the spirit somehow causes the corpse to appear as it did the day she died). While a mortal, The Mourner loses all of her powers and is weak and feeble.

Other: moon

A brief history of The Mourner

Many long years ago, there lived a beautiful young woman who caught the eye of the prince of France. He married her and they moved into a new house, but a war broke out between the Catholics and the Calvinists and her lover was swept away. He promised her that he'd someday return, and she kept watch every day, waiting for her lover, who perished in the war, though she didn't know it. One day, though, a group of Calvinists attacked the chateau. They killed all if the guards, took the maids as slaves, and burned half of the chateau down. Upon finding The princess, they dragged her into the crypt, raped her, killed her, and left her corpse sprawled out across the stone floor. They then sealed the crypt door and barricaded it do that no one would find the princess. Her spirit was so restless, though, that her spirit came back as a ghost, and she returned to watching for her husband who had already passed on.

Accepted.

Bump.

BuMp. C'mon people post!

Bump again *sighs*

i don't get why this is so unpopular. it's a really good idea.

Mainly, I believe it's because there's nothing to look forward to. There's no plot, mystery, and is comparable to a generic shooter game, where all there is to look forward to is conflict. If this is indeed the case, I think you should be grateful for the group of roleplayers that you have now. Then there's also the possibility that school is back in session, and on top of that, a lot of people like to spend the holidays with their family.

Alright, how is that?

Ihasone! o3o

Name: Krasavitsa

Gender: Female

Age: Physical 14, actual 127

Species: Rusalka

Appearance: At first glance, Krasavitsa resembles a young woman who has been through the washer one too many times; she is small, emaciated, and pale of skin. Her long, straight hair is a strange amber-gold/algae-green color, reaching just below the shoulders of her simple, waterlogged blue dress. Krasavitsa’s ivory skin is, upon further inspection, both translucent and slightly phosphorescent, giving off a faint green glow. This is in stark contrast to the fierceness of her malignant green eyes.

Personality: Being dead, Krasavitsa has little personality to speak of. She follows her instincts – which happen to be to take revenge upon her killers by drowning everyone she meets until she finds them – and prefers to keep to herself during the day.

Strengths: In the water, Krasavitsa’s strength, speed, and dexterity have no match (except perhaps by another river-spirit). After the sun sets, she is wont and able to lure men and children close with her singing and circle-dances in the fields, after which she will drown them. Her strength and daring rises to a summit during a week in early June, after which it begins to wane until the next year.

Weaknesses: Krasavitsa is confined to the river during the day, yet may swim about as she pleases. At night, she may float about the countryside surrounding her place of death. If her hair is ever to dry out, Krasavitsa will perish once more, her soul forever banished to the horrible regions of subterranean aether of which no sane beings speak. For the purpose of keeping her hair perpetually wet, Krasavitsa carries with her a mystical comb, which she must ran through her hair at common intervals.

Other: Krasavitsa, her first name lost to time, was a Slavic immigrant to the United States in the year 1899. She came with her father, who quickly became ill with cholera, and was told to fetch the doctor from a nearby town. On the way there, she was accosted by a drunken rabble, who – though accidentally, in their impermeable stupor – hurled her into a river, and each had forgotten the incident the next morning. The dead girl has haunted the area ever since, rising each night to tempt townsfolk to their deaths through her songs and circle-dances, searching for the men who killed her. (Moon)

Well, I'm taking an old mythical night creature people made fun of, and then showing everyone just how dangerous it could really be.

Name: Rachel
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Species: Giant Rat

Appearance: Rachel in appearance looks much like a Norway rat, or Brown rat, and is about the size of a large cow (5.6 ft. tall, and 11 ft. long). She has a pink tail that is shorter than the entire length of her body, with a black smudge on the tip, and small, rounded ears. Her fur is a dark shade of brown, almost black in color, and she has small, beady black eyes, which may or may not be considered cute. Her paws have four toes, but are much more dexterous, despite a lack of opposable thumbs. Her upper and lower teeth, while like a normal rat’s, are almost white, due to incredible care regarding dental hygiene. While in appearance much like a normal rat, she is capable of human speech.

Personality: Rachel is a very sweet, gentle creature that loves nothing more than to help people. She is very clever, much like a normal rat, and can use her natural abilities to survive or fend off enemies. When she is happy, or is trying to relieve herself of stress, she will often grind her teeth together, making a kind of quick, clicking noise. If she is annoyed, or irritated, she will make loud squeaking noises. If she is in pain, or is incredibly scared, she will screech loudly. She is often very quiet, but will openly speak to friends and companions. She often prefers to hide in dark, closed spaces, where she cannot be found, and is a talented digger, capable of creating a home anywhere there is earth. She has an extreme fear of open spaces, and does not like to be in situations in which all four of her feet are not supported.

Strengths: Rachel has an incredibly keen intelligence, and strong memory. She can swim for two days, and can go through any tunnel or space that her head can fit into. Her teeth are strong, and she can gnaw through any material, even solid steel. Her paws, while not possessing dexterity to the same degree as a human with opposable thumbs, are capable of holding and grasping things. She can scamper at incredibly fast speeds, as well. She is incredibly good at digging, and can climb relatively good as well. Rachel can also be incredibly sneaky. She has a powerful sense of smell and is capable of hearing ultrasound. She can also see ultraviolet colors, and vivid shades of blue.

Weaknesses: Rachel is terribly afraid of certain creatures, namely cats, hawks, and any other creature that preys on small rodents, even if she is much larger than them. She is also color-blind regarding the colors red and green, as the two fade to a greyish color. She also has poor vision as a whole, and cannot see for a long distance, making spotting enemies from far away nearly impossible, as everything is a blur. Another disadvantage that she has is that humans may try to poison her, and other creatures may question her intelligence, as she as a rat, completely unaware of her keen, sharp mind.

Other: Moon

Nice guys!

@Vipera: accepted!

@MataRahi: I havent read much about this species you're entering. Be sure that it is in the Halloween category (werewolves, vampires, ghosts, witches, etc). If it is of that category, and I do not know, then could you link me to a piece of information I could read about it? Thanks.

I can't wait for the IC.

I think I'll let about 2 to 3 more people join. Then I'll start it up.

Vipera, you were part of Dark Moon right? Well you should probably know who this werewolf is if you've read my old DM posts. (but don't tell anybody!)

Mehah! Nice! Just don't overkill with the rampaging.

glitch

glitch

glitch

I hate glitches, especially ones that make you triple post...

What do you mean by Halloween, exactly? It's from old Slavic myths. :3

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rusalka