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Jaq Bloodwake, the Makins of a Madman
NevermoreDate: Sa, 08.October.11, 0:12 AM | Message # 1
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A tortured soul, Jaq Bloodwake be. Here's his tale, hear it and hear it well.

The light... It was just so bright... He couldn't stand it. He needed to find shade... He it quickly. The trees, they did not provide what he needed. He was too young at the moment to run quickly. Luckily for him there was a cave in the vicinty. Already a pale blue mist is rising from his skin.... Pale.... Blue mist... The pain, it is painful to Jaq. He staggers into the cave, his movements jerky and un-co-ordinated by the pain. He stumbles into the safety of the shade, he is weak, but he is strong. The blood that he had after Master Ido had turned him made him still strong, that was how he survived. He was going to need a full suit. A heavy cloak and hat... Something to cover his face so they could not see his eyes... But he would have to wait for dark. He would have to wait, until the moon rose and the sun set, so he won't burn. He sits down in the cave and sleeps, his dreams are writhe with torment and agony. He is dreaming of his mother. She is beating him in his dreams. He is whimpering in his sleep. She is beating him harder with the mace. Calling him a monster. She had discovered his pet stray he called Spike. She is smiling a cruel and evil smile. She cuts the dog's belly, the guts spilll out. "Eat it." She orders with the knife. When he doesn't comply, sitting there in a ball and crying, she smacked him with the flat end of the knife. "EAT IT!" She commanded again. Jaq whimpered, has her heavy blows fell on him. Blow after blow, rained down. He finally couldn't take it anymore. He ate his best friend, Spike. He cried when he ate him. He cried for a week after, when his mother wasn't watching him. He cried still in his sleep, the tears of blood rolling down his face. His lower lip is quivering, and he awakens with a start. The sun is just setting. Just setting... How long he had been asleep, he did not know. He looked around, confused at first. But he remembered everything. His mother was dead. Spike was dead. He asks, having felt a hot sticky fluid flowing down his face he put his hand there and saw the blood on his finger tips. He shudders for a moment, and then stands up, looking around he wanders around hoping to stumble upon a village or someplace to get a heavy cloak. He then sees a man leaving a village that had a murder of ravens flying lazily across the sky.... The man wore a metal bird like mask, and a long black flowing cloak. It looked like it could keep the sun off of him. The mask's eye-holes didn't show the man's eyes. Jaq smiled evilly, his own cat-like teeth sliding down, his knife drawn. He approaches the doctor with the complexion of somebody sick. He was pale in the face, his mouth closed, he let out a fake cough, and lurched, plunging his knife into the man's chest. He strips the man of his clothes and then the mask, and feeds. He consumes the whole body, leaving in his wake, a skeleton. Nothing is left. He looks at the mask, and puts it on. He thinks to himself. He had just the idea. He would put a hinge on the end of the beak closest to him, and the lower jaw would open, up and close down. He smiled and for now, settled for the way the mask was. He returns to his cave and looks around, a strange new feeling coming across him. It wasn't fear, it was exhiliration. He sets to work on the mask, making the lower jaw mobile.
He wore a heavy cloak and hat... A metal bird like mask covers his face so they could not see his eyes... He having sat down in the cave and gone to sleep, he dreams dreams that are writhe with torment and agony. He is dreaming of his mother again, it is the same dream. She is beating him in his dreams. He is whimpering in his sleep. She is beating him harder with the mace. Calling him a monster. She had discovered his pet stray he called Spike. She is smiling a cruel and evil smile. She cuts the dog's belly, the guts spill out. "Eat it." She orders with the knife. When he doesn't comply, sitting there in a ball and crying, she smacked him with the flat end of hte knife. "EAT IT!" She commanded again. Jaq whimpered, has her heavy blows fell on him. Blow after blow, rained down. He finally couldn't take it anymore. He ate his best friend, Spike. He cried when he ate him. He cried for a week after, when his mother wasn't watching him. He cried still in his sleep, the tears of blood rolling down his face. His lower lip is quivering, and he awakens with a start. The sun is just setting. Just setting... How long he had been asleep, he did not know. He looked around, confused at first. But he remembered everything. His mother was dead. Spike was dead. He asks, having felt a hot sticky fluid flowing down his face he put his hand there and saw the blood on his finger tips. He shudders for a moment, and then stands up, looking around, he sees down below him a figure moving across the forests floor, strange... He wasn't expecting anybody... Could it be Master Ido? No... he probably would of known if it was Master Ido... He opens the bird like beak on his mouth, testing his jaw. It was working the way he needed it to. He wouldn't be hungry for much longer... He wonders if the figure below would stumble on the figure he had stolen his long black cloak from along with the bird like mask he wore. He began to move towards the figure, interested instantly by this enigmatic figure. A clashing of blades briefly drew the man's attention but he ignored them and moved on to the female's form. He could indeed see it was a female now that had drawn him from his reverie. Though the sun still burnt his skin, he was assured by Master Ido that it would not longer. And Master Ido was right. The man had held Jaq in place for a long time, whilst the sun burned away at his flesh. He screamed, and he kicked to no avail to escape the burning of the sun. Then he blacked out... And he dreamed... He dreamt of his first love. A willowy girl by the name of Lune. He met her one day in the woods by where he and his mother lived. They were both 16, and they both fell in love with each other. He snuck out at night to see her in their spot in the woods. One night his mother feigned sleep and followed stealthily after her son. It was amazing that she was able to this because she was a large woman. Then she saw her little boy kissing that girl... She lost it. She stabbed the woman that her boy loved because she could not handle him loving another woman. Jaq lost it then, when his mother cut off Lune's head. He took her knife and stabbed her, ripped her heart out, and would of consumed it had the guards not stepped in just then. They chased him, because he was a hermit, and a man. They thought that he had over powered his love and his mother. His hands were red with blood. He ran. And he ran. And he cried. His mind broke. He began to eat his meat raw. He returned to his village and ate his first human. And then the next. And then the next. Eventually the village found him and again chased him out. It was around that time that Ido had found him, and had in a way saved him from his own insanity. The mad vampire wandered around again heading towards a bustling city. Most of the denzins of the city steered clear from him because of his crowlike garb, they thought him a plague doctor. He waited for nightfall to let sate his hunger. He followed a footpad has silent as a night, and with the screech of one thousand demons, his mouth opened and he began his feast, the blood spurting from the man's injured neck, the blood driving the vampire's frenzy into even worse states has he soon eat every scrap of meat and drank every pint of blood. There would be nothing for the rats that scuttled in the alleyway.
Cleaning his face off with the back of a black glove, Jaq walked on, heading to the next town
 
Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 31.October.11, 10:09 PM | Message # 2
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NevermoreDate: Tu, 01.November.11, 11:33 PM | Message # 3
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Hah, knew it wasn't going to be very high. It was cut and pasted from a buch of different chat RPs.

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You're like a frozen cactus.
 
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