Nocturnals

Status
Not open for further replies.

Nalya

Lone W0lf
(A group that basically are night beings (not vamps) and each individual has 1 basic ability that they alone have (nothing outragous). The RP would simply be them living thier lifes like normal humans(sorta) and co-exsisting with normal beings. Each participant can create thier own story line as well as participate with each others if it is ok with your fellow rp'er.)



New Orleans 2011, 6 years after the destruction of Katrina. The city would never be what it once was, but for Nalya it was a chance to find a place to live away from the general population. The destruction was still evident and many did not venture into nor near the still standing buildings that were once under water. For the general public it was considered a place of death, but for Nalya it was called home.

Alone she struggled to survive but she knew she was safer here among the ruins she would now call home. Even though she looked normal, and could easily walk among those who were considered 'normal', she knew herself well enough to know that one wrong look, just a single unfriendly glare would set her off. Yes, it was best that she walk among the dead than to walk among those who would try and do her harm.
 
Last edited:
It all started when she reached her 16th birthday. It was like any other day until her older brother rated her out to her parents. She had planned on sneaking out that evening to meet up with some friends to celebrate her birthday. Unfortunately her brother had heard her conversation when discussing it with a friend. He immediately ran to her parents and told them of her plans. As she sat in her room with her german shepard companion named Ceasar her parents, as well as her brother, burst into her room and confronted her. She of course denied it but they didn't believe her. Her brother proceeded to repeat her conversation word for word. Her anger grew and a thought entered her head. She thought how nice it would be if Ceaser would jump up and snap her brothers mouth shut and just as the thought entered her mind Ceaser did just that.
 
She was 16, almost 17 and already her life had seen more hardship and cruel luck then most people had by the time they reached 50. She was born in a small town west of Dublin and lived a fairly tale life in the beginning. Then her parents had died in a car accident the winter she turned 5, so from Ireland she was sent off to live with her father parents in Salem Mass. 10 years later found them long in their grave as well. After much debate by child services she had been unceremoniously packed up and shipped off to the last of her family, a spinster grand aunt who lived all the way in Louisiana. That was just over a year ago, and she was still not totally adjusted.

The sun had set and twilight was upon the city, when the sun went down here, unlike in other cities, the pulse of life grew stronger. She sat with bare feet dangling from an old train bridge that she had found off an old track in the forest behind her Grand Aunts house…More like mausoleum, if you asked her. She leaned over and peered at her reflection in the murky water that ebbed just below her wiggling toes.

She saw herself, deep set eyes, so blue, that some swore that at first glance they where black, what some called rose kissed cheeks, but to her looked like she was just about to blush, not a small nose, but nothing to large or miss shapen, all framed by dark hair, long and wavy with curl. Then her eyes focused on her mouth and the scowl that seemed even to be meant for herself.
Here it was, almost Mardi Gras, and instead of feeling up and excited…She felt worry and a growing anxiety, but no clue what the cause was…..
 
Shocked by what she witnessed she could do nothing but stand there with her jaw dropped. Her parents started screaming for her to call off Ceasar but she couldn't get the words to form. Finally her father grabbed a kitchen chair and just as he was about to swing it she thought for Ceasar to release her brother and run, luckily Ceasar did just that.

Everyone was yelling and screaming at her because Ceasar was 'her' dog. She didn't bother to try to make excuses for him nor did she attempt to explain what just went down. Her mother seeing the blood run from her brothers face raced to the phone and dialed 911 as her Father decided to go after Ceasar.
"Daddy!"
Her eyes were wide knowing just what he was going to do.
"DON"T DO IT!"
Her Father stopped in his tracks and gave her a look unlike any she had ever seen before. "You and that damn dog of yours Missy best leave this house and never return!"
 
It was shortly after her leaving her parents home when she came to realize she wasn't like everyone else. The day she was kicked out she felt liberated yet afraid of what her future held. Wandering the streets with Ceasar she became aware that she was able to communicate with other animals they came across. She thought it odd she never noticed this prior to this day. Why hadn't she noticed this ability before?

The sun had finally set and she and Ceasar stumbled upon homes that were totally destroyed by Katrina, and being she had no place else to go she decided to take shelter in one for the evening. Even though the smell was over powering she figured it was still better than sleeping under a over pass or a park bench.

"Well Ceasar," she stroked her beloved pet, "I guess this is our new home." Together they lay upon the filthy floor though it was difficult for her to fall asleep. The scene that had played out earlier ran rampant through her mind and before long she finally was able to fall asleep. With her arm draped over Ceasar there she lay, alone, confused, and unaware of what her future held
 
The wind blew through the run down house, the boards creaked and what glass that remained in the windows rattled. She couldn't fall asleep even though she was dead tired. Ceasar lay close, she stroked his side.

"You poor old thing, I wish you didn't have to be out in this god awful weather."

Ceasar had been her loyal companion for many a year now and his age was getting up there. She worried about him more now than ever since they had been living on the streets. Poor nutrition at his age concerned her as well as his having to endure the poor weather conditions.

"I love you so much Ceasar."

She lay her head gently on his side. There they lay which seemed like hours and finally the sun peeked in through the cracks in the walls and caressed her face. Another sleepless night she thought as she sat up letting her arm slowly slide off of Ceasars motionless body.
 
The devastation caused by the flooding rains of 2010 and 2011 in Victoria (Australia) had left Mitchell Darke bereft of places he used to frequent but funnily enough, his humble urban dwelling remained intact. Luckier than many in the midst of global natural disasters, Mitchell contemplated where his life would lead to next. A man of 26, he was a handsome but otherwise normal Australian man living in the western Victorian town of Horsham. Flood waters had come within metres of his home but had ceased their unrelenting rise. Mitchell counted himself lucky...he could also continue working from home and his other....less known exploits.

He had since moved from Horsham to work closer to his family in Ballarat. Self-employment had its benefits!

You see, Mitchell Darke is not like others around him. Well that does sound like a real cliche, but its nevertheless true. While there are some who could play fantasy games for the sheer enjoyment of playing them, he could press the 'Enter' key and find himself within the game itself.

Sounds rather weird doesn't it? Cliched perhaps, but he definitely has an excuse for having his 'head in the clouds', so to speak.

Now, we catch up with Mitchell as he play-tests a new game for game developers....oh, did I mention that he aspires to be the next host of the show Good Game? Oh well, onto the story....
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top Bottom