ZeldaCrafter
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I don't know what I should do for a plot.
Unless you have a plot in mind, I can just take one of my old ones. -
Hi! I'm thinking Vampires or something like that :)
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Hmm never done a vampire plot, I'll try to think something up. I'm in English class right now, so I may not respond right away.
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Also, just call me Nick. I don't like it when people call me ZeldaCrafter.
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Name:
Bio:
Sexuality:
Other:
This is the template :) -
Name: Chris
Bio: Half-vampire
Sexuality: Straight
Other: He doesn't bite. -
Chris walked through the dark, empty corridors. He could feel its presence. It was close. Very close. It seemed to suck out life itself from him...
Chris shot up in bed, sweating. What had that been? -
Name: Tessa Caunter
Bio: Full on vampire, doesn't much care for half-bred ones.
Sexuality: straight
Other: You'll be sorry to get her into a rage
(So vampires seem to be different in each story, are ours from the kind from a specific story, or are they just the classic sucking blood, really strong and fast kind?) -
Um, blood sucking kind. Chris is half vampire, so he can resist the urge to bite :)
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(I'm just gonna re-post this )
Chris walked through the dark, empty corridors. He could feel its presence. It was close. Very close. It seemed to suck out life itself from him...
Chris shot up in bed, sweating. What had that been? -
(Ok. I just know that there's different kinds. In one book series I've read, they suck blood, are super strong and super fast and can fly.)
Tessa was out and about that night. Why stay inside? She had the darkness, the moon, and her hunger. -
Chris walked out the door. Full moon. That meant it was a flying night. No werewolves. That was a good sign.
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( I'm going to do a little more )
Chris swirled into his cloak, taking flight. One of the bonuses of his magic was disguise. To any onlookers he looked like a tattered red piece of fabric flying in the wind. -
Tessa was surprised to see hardly anyone out and about, that night, and if they were, they were ina group of friends. What was different from this night than any other night like this?
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Chris landed on the gate, tying himself around the bars. Then he heard it. The howl of a werewolf. The one thing he feared since a bohemian werewolf had gored his parents to death.
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