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The Red Death
NarutardDate: Tu, 28.February.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 1
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A plague has struck the New World, taking thousands every week, every day...The governments, all humans have turned against the supernatural, blaming them for the deaths that are befalling the war, ignoring the fact that their people are dying too. Now, they are run from their homes, trying to find shelter from the Red Death themselves. How do you fight?

What is the Red Death? Good Question:
The fingernails turn blue then gray then black, followed by skin turning to a dead white. The eyes then become bloodshot and pupils fully dialated, leaving no iris visible. Red circles begin forming in random places and then sickness sweeps in. The mark of death is when the deepest red circle appears on your chest above your heart, you die within two days after that

Race Choices:
Human(derp)
Cherub(Humans with wings,granted minor 'abilities')
Vampire/Werewolf(herp-derp)
Shifter(like a werewolf but can change anytime)
More when I can actually think-Spetsnaz
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Name:
Race:(a selection of available,no original races
Age that you appear:
Actual Age:
Appearance1:
Appearance2:
Ability:
Personality/Bio:


Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 8:55 PM | Message # 26
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(let me compose my CS)

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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:05 PM | Message # 27
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Name: Ginny Elaine
Race:Elf
Age that you appear: 18
Actual Age: 124 (teenager to elves)
Appearance1: She is abnormally short, even for elvish height which hasn't reached over 5 foot five every, she stands at 4 foot 9. Her long, dark purple hair falls to below her waist but is tied back with a braid. Her pale face is framed with short bangs, but not enough to hide her golden eyes and sharp nose. Her lips are small yet full, always curved in a smirk. She wears a dark green tunic with brown leggings and running boots, a sword belt around her waist to hold her rapier. She has a bow and quiver across her back. She wears a long green cloak around her to hide herself.
Ability: A skill in dead on aim, doesn't matter distance or direction, her aim is spot on, every. time. (distance can't be farther than two miles though)
Personality/Bio: Ginny's village was burned to the ground when the plague broke out and so she ran. She ran for her life and is now surviving on her own, not trusting anyone, no matter WHAT species they are. She is wary to let people talk to or see her.


Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:17 PM | Message # 28
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(Elves do live a long time...up to 500 years, most likely more.
I am positively itching to get started.)


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:19 PM | Message # 29
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The alleyways are silent.
I look around. The mob of humans have passed. For now.
Most of them are already sick. I could smell it on them. The rot and stench as their bodies rotted from the inside-out.
I grimaced. I did not want this disease. Fingernail check proved no sign of it.
If i did not find safety soon....


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:24 PM | Message # 30
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Climbing a building, i looked out over the city.
A milky fog had descended, i couldn't see much. I had heard rumors of a safe zone...
They might not let me in. My hope vanished as i considered the facts.
1: Outsider.
2: No important legal papers.
3: May SUDDENLY TURN INTO WOLF.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:28 PM | Message # 31
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Mm...
I had a sudden idea.
It wasn't the best...But it could work.
Dogs can't get sick, right?


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:29 PM | Message # 32
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Ginny
I walked slowly through a forest on the outskirts of a city, looking up at the high walls. Fires burned in the night and loud shouting. Diseased humans...I walked towards the gates slowly.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:33 PM | Message # 33
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There.
unsuspecting wolf is unsuspecting...I hope.
The plan:
Adorable wolf approaches safe zone, get's taken in...


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:38 PM | Message # 34
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Ginny
Two human gaurds, reeking of disease held up their spears. "Halt. We do not permit your kind here," They said and I looked up at them. Curse this height...They actually started laughing. Until they were laying on the ground, bleeding from their throats. I walked in.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:40 PM | Message # 35
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I smelled elf.
Elf?
What are they doing outside the forest? What am i doing using a stereotype?
Nevertheless, operation cute wolf will succeed, on her and the safe zone...
I ran, from my rooftop post as a wolf, towards the smell of elf.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:48 PM | Message # 36
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Ginny
I walked through the flaming street, passing off as a child to keep hidden. Okay, I take it back, being short has its advantages.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:50 PM | Message # 37
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There.
It looked like a child, but i smelled elf.
I leaped off one of the roofs silently, and started to follow it. It wasn't as if she would turn around.
Heck, she might even lead me to the safe zone.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:54 PM | Message # 38
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Ginny
I turned abruptly, hearing the wolf and grabbed his nose gently, stopping him in his tracks. "It's impolite to follow people, shifter," I said, looking into his eyes.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 9:56 PM | Message # 39
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I stood still.
$%^&. This may not end well. Options:
1: Run and get shot down.
2: Pretend to be a dog.
3: Apologize and get shot.

I chose 3.
I shifted back. It was then that i realized how much i towered over her.
"I apologize." I said.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:02 PM | Message # 40
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Ginny
"That was mean to shift up," I mumbled, gazing up at him.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:03 PM | Message # 41
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"Sorry. I don't think my dog form was any more pleasing."

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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:09 PM | Message # 42
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Ginny
I gazed up at him in silence and pushed him into an alley as a mob of diseased humans ran past, screaming.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:12 PM | Message # 43
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"Wha-" I just started to mutter the sylabels before she pushed me in. I fell silent instantly.
Those are the same ones from before. I knew it.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:15 PM | Message # 44
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Ginny
I looked at him again and met his eyes. I walked back out and towards the safe zone again.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:17 PM | Message # 45
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It was impossible to determine what was in those eyes.
Did she want me to follow?
To leave?
To forget she existed?
Ah, i better find the safe zone.
With one glace back at the elf, i changed to a wolf and bounded off down another alley.
I'll find it soon enough. Operation adorable wolf is still up for grabs...


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:20 PM | Message # 46
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(You wanna stumble into Ginny?)
Ginny
I kept walking, straight towards my destination.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:26 PM | Message # 47
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(XD)
I kept going.
The stamina of a wolf is incredible. I could run forever.
I tried to smell out the facility. Sickness...Sickness...Elf....Sickness...Humans...
Humans?
HUMANS!
I ran the opposite way. Twist! Turn! Dodge!
I forgot my way again.
I still smelled elf.
After i was sure i had lost my pursuers, if i had any, i climbed atop a building again.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:26 PM | Message # 48
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(Of course)
Ginny
I fell backwards with an "oof," And hit the ground. My hood fell and I winced, rubbing my now sore bum. "Ow."


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:31 PM | Message # 49
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Ginny
I looked up at met his eyes evenly. I fell silent, waiting for him to say something first.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:32 PM | Message # 50
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I keep smelling elf. Have i ran in a circle?
Around the elf?
But...I smell something else.
Something funny. Like gunpowder. Gunpowder, fresh blood and smoke...
The red plague victims do not become undead, do they? Curious, i inch down an alleyway towards the smell.


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