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1) The Sea Wolf
The Sea Wolf is a pirate ship that is run by a Capitan only known as Bloody Jack, no one knows where they came from or even were the dock when they are not pillaging the seven seas. All they know is that Cap'n Bloody Jack is a ruthless killer and only spared people if they stood down. Rumors are spreading that the Cap'n is a female but no one had ever proven it and all the survivors of the Sea Wolfs raids say that if the Cap'n was female not as many souls would meet their end on the hard wooden decks of the ships that they were trying to save.

Little over a three day sail from the mainland (can decide which country later) sits a little island, its remote and quite. No docks to be seen and over grown with rich thick jungle, on the southern side is a stream. Wide enough to sail if it wasn't covered by dense tree limbs, little does anyone know that the tree limbs are very pliable. So pliable in fact that a ship could easily pass through with out getting harmed, But Bloody Jack figured it out and brought her men back to it. They brought their families and for years they had lived their in between raids. They adopted children and the survivors of other pirate attacks and by doing so have made a decent little community in the middle of the jungled island with the trees and ocean to protect them.

One day though another ship is blown towards the island has to dock not far from, using their row boats the Capitan of the other ship and the crew make camp on the beach. Moving deep into the jungle in search of fresh food and water the stumble on to the little village. Some of the men capture the crew and the Capitan, taking them to Jack. All the men know that if they say the wrong thing then they are dead and pray that Jack is as merciful to them as he is to the people on board the ships he attacks that surrender.

My inspiration for Bloody Jack
Younger Jack
Older Jack

The younger one I see as 19-21 and the older one 25-27 and I am will to use either for the RP

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1)The war
There is a delicate looking girl, Completely normal with long silvery blond hair and teal eyes. She is an outsider, a loner, a freak even some say. She doesn't follow the norms of high school life and likes it that way, She was never invited to parties and though reasonably pretty she wasn't ever asked out or part of the popular crowd. For one simple reason, she was believed to be insane, or a murderer. Both are popular theories because everything she paints in art class happens, her paintings though amazing are disturbing in which how graphic the details or each crime scene, murder, and accident that happens. People of her small town believe her family are witches, which would explain her psychic abilities and how sometimes she is at the right place at the right time to save people lives but it doesn't explain her own fear over her abilities.

Anyone who knew her, basically only her mother and grandparents, would know that she only started being able to see into the future the start of her freshmen year. It was when she first meet the boy, she cant remember what he looks like or where she met him but she remembers meeting him and telling her that she was meant for something special. Several times he has came to her, telling her to keep going she is making a change in the world. She isn't so sure but she only gets good vibes from him so she does, she keeps her head up and she continues painting so everyone can see what she knows and maybe somebody will be able to stop what she sees.

One cold afternoon she sits outside with a bare canvas and hundreds of paint bottles, she could feel a vision on the edge of her mind. When it hit her eyes glazed over and her hand started to move. Hours pass and she 'wakes' up, her eyes grow large when she sees the painting. It shows a woman with long silky hair and large white wings running from shadows through a forest. In her arms is a little boy with black hair, the angels wings were torn and tentacles of darkness were reaching for her hair, wings, and legs.

The girl pushed away from her canvas and looked around. Never had she ever painted anything that wasn't real which meant this painting would come true and it would soon. Her teal eyes darted to the forest were she saw a figure draped in shadows and she saw them start to come at her. A scream rips from her throat as the boy darts in front of her, large golden wings sprouting from his back and a large sword in his hand that glowed the same bright light as he did. The figure, she saw, darted back but the shadows darted closer now aggressive instead of stalking. The boys sent a flash of light at the figure and the figure and shadows disappeared. "We have to go. Stand" he commanded and started to walk, only then did the teal eyed girl realize that she wasn't dealing with a simple psychic power. She was dealing with a world she wasn't prepared to face.

(This Roleplay would need my partner to play 'the boy' who would be an angel and 'the figure' who is a demon.)

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2)Fallen
Many cultures see Azrael as a male angel, he is the keeper of the book of death. Only He is a he, hes a she. A very beautiful girl who has lived a very long time. She long ago left Heaven to live on earth for no other reason then she was sick of being scolded when a young child died. She didn't pick and choose who lived, who died. She just wrote the name when it entered her head and soon after ward she would go collect their souls from the earthly plane. Azrael has long stopped using her heavenly name, she hides her wings and lives her life out wandering from one city to the next guiding souls to either the gates of heaven or hell. One day though she meets a man who gives off the aura of being dead but she cant remember ever taking him, ever writing his name down. After talking to a few of her good friends she finds he is a fallen angel, one who through the law of God should be chained in the underworld. One who she through the simple sense that she is a Angel should kill on sight but instead she is curious about him, why he isn't causing trouble where he goes and why he seems to be trying his hardest to stay away from her. But no one can hide from death for long.

So the chase begins.

(So I rather want the fallen angel to be Rahab - fallen angel of pride whose name means "violence.", which would explain why she is so courious why he isn't making trouble but he can be going by a different name as my character will be. Its going to be long term and full of romance and dangerous situations... Him running her chasing. Her getting in trouble him having to save her but all in all its all up to my partner how this works out.)

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1)Neglected
Inspired by the song Miss Invisible by Marie Digby

Always over looked and hurt the little girl sits on the curb waiting for her mother who once again was late, Her mousy brown hair hung in a messy braid down her thin back. The glasses were to big for her delicate face and her old clothes hung on her tiny frame. Tears slowly started to drip down her face, none of the older kids even looked at her as they hopped in to their parents cars or started walking home. The little girls head was on her knees and she stopped paying attention to her surroundings, feeling a tap on her shoulder her head shot up and she saw a boy about three years older then herself. Her doe like green eyes got wide behind her glasses as she watched as he offered her his hand, a sweet smile on his face. "Let me walk you home, you have been waiting here for awhile." He said in a slightly squeaky voice of a preteen boy. Nodding shyly the little girl took his hand and allowed him to walk her home, she peaked at him once or twice and could see his face grow more and more worried as she lead him deeper and deeper into the bad part of their small town. Finally she stopped at a run down building that could barley pass as a house, smiling up at him she motioned for him to wait.

Padding inside the little girl went in search of her mother, she found the pudgy woman passed out on her bed. Sighing the little girl picked up her mothers cell phone and walked outside, her eyes sad. "Here, you should call for a ride or else you might get hurt on your way home." She said barley above a whisper. This was the start of the friendship between the lonely little girl and the Golden Boy, who had everything he wanted. Slowly but surly he got her to open up and she practically lived with him within a year, they were best friends by the start of her freshmen year and she was madly in love with him. She was still a plain jane but he had gotten her active so while he played football she was in soccer, he ran track and she was on the swim team. Because of him she was accepted and even liked by her class mates, but then at the start of her Sophomore year his Senior, his father was transferred out of state. Making the whole family move, She cried and he promised that he would be back for her.

Two years later and she had became a beautiful young adult, she still played soccer and swam and the swim team but she avoided people like the plague because she was afraid that if she got to close that they would question the bruises on her body from where her mother and father hit her. She didn't want people to know and she had long resided herself to the fact that her best friend and love of her life wasn't going to come back and save her from the life that he had tried to keep her from before. One night it was worse then any before that, her father tried to force her and her mother attacked her for 'seducing' her man. The girl ran from the house as to keep her life, she hide in the tool shed outside and when her parents slept stole back into the house and took a shower. Washing away all the blood and tears, Packing her back pack with a couple changes of clothes she hiked to her best friends old house and slept in their 'playhouse' which was in reality a boat house far enough from the main house no one would notice her.

Laying on the cold hard ground she picked up her battered cell phone and dialed a number she had never forgotten, his number. Over the years she had called and left messages but he had never called back but the girl understood because she was just a neglected little girl from his past. As it rang she waited to hear the familiar voicemail message he had programmed so long ago with her when he had gotten his first phone. "Hello?" A husky and deep male voice answered on the third ring, it was sleep fogged and she chocked on a sob. "Hello?" He repeated obviously annoyed. "Hey..." She finally spoke, she could hear him move on the other end and could imagine him pulling himself into a sitting position. "Mousey?" He asked using the old nickname he had given her so long ago. "What's wrong?" He asked, instead of answering she started to sob. "Im coming to get you, where are you?" he commanded followed by rapid movements on his end of the line."Playhouse" she chocked out. When he hung up she curled up in a ball and cried, he was coming back for her.

(Basically this would be about exploring the new relationship they would have after not seeing or talking for two years. )

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2)I cant do it alone...



Standing on the top of her two story house the girl stood looking down at her pool, it was almost frozen over but she didn't feel the cold nipping at her arms and legs. She didn't feel her own tears running down her cheeks. Briefly she wondered what her parents would say when they returned in two weeks to find their daughter frozen and drowned in the pool, they probably wouldn't be sad. She was worthless to them why else would they leave for weeks, even months. Moving toward the edge of the roof she looked down at her bare legs, there was bruises and dried blood on her inner thighs and her face crumpled momentarily. She had always been an outcast until James had arrived, he had acted like he liked her. He walked her to class everyday and hung out with her after school but being polite even if her parents weren't home. She had truly liked him, Pulling slim fingers through her tangled mass of red curls she allowed her self to mentally visualize herself as she had been standing before her mirror mere minutes before. Or had it been hours ago? She couldn't tell how long she had allowed herself to stand in the Mid December cold, She knew her green eyes were flat and glassy, her pale skin which had old scares running across the smooth surface of her hips and waist was bruised and had cuts that were all to fresh. She looked like the victim she was and though the rational part of her brain told her to go inside and call the cops but she didn't want anyone to see the pain she felt of see the cuts she had made after he had hurt her. Looking at the pool once more she jumped, she felt the icy water awaken her senses and started to try and swim to the surface suddenly afraid to die.

Desperately she was fighting for her life but the cold water had numbed her muscles, not that the alcohol she drank to get her nerve up to climb on to the roof helped any, So no matter how much she tried to move she was still sinking in the icy depths. Suddenly, a large splash sounded above her and she saw arms moving toward her. With the last of her little bit of energy she propelled herself into the saving arms. Lucky for her the boy was next door, typical bad boy who was taking a breather outside after having a quickie with the girls neighbor when he saw her standing up on her roof in nothing but her bright red hair. When he saw her jump he had first thought he pool must be heated but when he peeked over the fence he saw the broken ice and he quickly climbed over the fence and without thinking jumped in after her upon seeing her struggle to try and swim. He didn't know what had made the girl want to end her life but he wasn't about to stand back and allow her to be successful when he was around.

Dragging the only semi conscious girl out he quickly carried her inside and found the nearest bathroom, turning on the water to full blast her pulled her in to the stream of steaming water with him. Looking her over he saw the fresh bruises on her thighs and the broken look in her half lidded eyes that made him want to try and save her from her own demons. The scars that covered her body, both new and old made his heart ach and he tried to steel himself against the onslaught of protect emotions that washed through him. The girl in her groggy state registered that one, she was naked, two the boy could see her scars, three the boy was the well known and fear bad boy and player, and four they shared 90% of their senior classes together. Trying to pull away she could see how the look of the wounds on her body affected him and she felt an odd need to comfort him.

He wasn't always a monster, he use to be the love of her life. A simple man with a simple fate to battle in many wars before being able to return to her loving arms. After every battle he was wounded and had to have another part of himself replaced with machines. Finally all that was left of him was his brain and heart carefully transplanted in to a robot body. Slowly though the knowledge that he would never be able to return to his love started to wear on him. It started to change him. Finally he snapped and instead of fighting the monsters of the night he started killing his own men. Tearing his way back to his only love, reaching their home he isn't greeted with love and kisses but a katana blade to his neck. Looking at her with rage he asked why she looked at him so, her only response was that he wasn't the man she loved. The man she loved would have returned even in a robotic body and loved her and wouldn't have torn apart their own people, moving to attack her she swiftly removes his head. Picking it up she stared into the soulless glowing red eyes and cried. This was all that was left of the man she once knew.

Picking up her sword she looked at the decapitated machine body and threw the head out her window into the sea that was below it. She would have her revenge on the government who had destroyed the only man she had ever loved. So fourth she became a terror of the darkness, destroying the government slowly evading assassins and bringing a revolution to the gates of the high and mighty. Women saw her as a savior, men saw her as a rebel, the high and mighty saw her as their downfall.

Sending out their best assassin, the government hopes for the best because it is after all her beloveds twin brother who is now chasing her. Upon their first meeting the girl stares into the eyes identical to her lovers eyes and the cocky smirk he had often wore before the wars that changed him. Bringing her blade up she prepares for a fight because no matter how much she had loved her man she also knew she had killed what was left of him so very long ago. After a long a tiring battle the two part ways to take care of wounds and prepare for their next meeting but neither could deny that through the hours that they had fought, argued, and thrown insults they had slowly found themselves liking each others cocky attitudes and rare determination.

The twin also couldn't deny that the girl had a point, who was he to stop a rebellion that was caused by the death of his own twin at the hands of the woman he loved because of the Government they followed? The girl could argue with the Twin for following orders as well, they understood why the other did what they did but soon their respect for each other grew the more and more with each battle they fought, the less they tried to win and the more they just wanted to give in and allow the other to get the upper hand.

Will the Twin take in the girl he is growing to respect and even love or will her continue to let her fight the government. Or will the girl turn herself in, all in the hopes that she wont have to see another man that she has grown to love get torn apart at the hands of the Government she is fighting to destroy and he to protect?

(I know its not the greatest idea but I love the picture and have ever sense I found it a couple months back. It is what I picture happening before and even after the picture.... Please if you are interested let me know.)

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Everyone said that it was a mere fascination with a different race, who would honestly be in love with one who could only drink blood and walk during the night? But the young Elf girl didn't care, every time she saw him walking around the sleepy village late at night when she should have been asleep she felt a jolt in her heart. His long dark hair fluttering in light breezes and his brilliant red eyes blazing in the dark. Even though she knew his kind was dangerous she felt drawn to him, like a moth was drawn to the flame. Though she knew he would most likely be her death she couldn't help but crave him, Trying to be sneaky she climbed out of her window and padded after him but she quickly lost sight of him. Sighing in defeat she spun on her heel only to collide with a hard chest and cold hands on her upper arms steadied her. "why, little one do you follow me?" he asked, a smirk on his lips which were parted ever so that she caught a glimpse of the fangs he tried to hide. She could tell he was amused at her unsuccessful attempt to spy on him. Her wide eyes met his, blue to red, Slowly the smirk faded as he really looked at her. "You..You are the one who has been watching me every night." He said as a fact. Nodding her agreement she watched as a breeze ruffled his hair so it tickled her nose. Scrunching up her nose to keep from sneezing on him she felt him rumble with a suppressed chuckle. "You should be scared of me little one." He stated before releasing her arms, a sigh left his pale lips before turning away. Gasping the delicate elf ran to catch up and slipped her arm through his, his shocked face made her giggle.

"You interest me." was her simple answer though she knew it was so much more complicated then that. For her it had been love at first site. He was everything she needed, she could feel it in her bones. As far as she could tell he didn't care that even to her people who were known for their beauty she was known for being the most beautiful of all, he didn't seem to care that she defiantly had a rebellious streak or that she had just invited herself along to where ever he was going. Smiling up at him he shock his head with a smile of his own. Together they walked around the silent streets, they didn't breath a word but they both knew that this was only the beginning of the friendship that they soon would share.

Every night sense the first she would climb out her window to where he would be waiting for her, sometimes she would have to wait while he feed on a drunk who was stumbling home. Never did he kill them, just simply filled his stomach. One night though she was caught by the man her father wished her to marry, grabbing her long silky hair her yanked her back into her room and she screamed in pain. Her father rushed in where he saw her sitting on the ground tears coming out of her face while the man screamed at her still clutching her hair. Suddenly glass exploded around them when her Vampire rushed into the room, having been invited in before he didn't have to worry about being stuck outside. Grabbing the man he threw him into the wall furthest from his Elf and gently kneelt beside her and creased her face. "Little one, please dear heart, stop crying" he soothed while her father stared at the scene in shock. Never had it been heard of for a vampire to treat someone outside of their own race with kindness. Curling into his arms she placed her head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear words he never thought to hear, words that she had never thought to share with him.

(The RP would probably start after this. With her father thanking the Vampire and trying to be understanding of their relationship as they try and figure it out themselves.)