“It’s just a new school. You’ll be fine.” He was a father, holding his son’s hand on the first day of a new school. “You’ll make tons of new friends. It will be a lot more fun then being homeschooled, you’ll see.”
The younger child pulled his hand away from his father. His hair was very light blond and was covered with an oversized beanie-hat. “I want to go home. Why did we have to leave?” The child had a heavy accent of South African origin.
The father stopped and knelt down and cupped his child’s cheek with one hand, his other hand holding some papers and a backpack. “We’ve been through this, kiddo. I don’t think it’s something we want to think about this early in the morning.”
The child nodded, bringing his own hand up to his face, picking at a spot of hardened skin. It was red in color, but not a natural red. It was much brighter. The father put down the papers and bag on the floor and reached in his pocket, pulling out a band-aid. “Is it still bothering you?” He asked, opening the sterile packaging. “It’s rainbow. Your favorite.” He smiled, putting the rainbow zebra-striped band-aid on the bridge of his son’s nose. “There. All gone.” He kissed the spot and grabbed the papers and bag once more, standing up and grabbing his son’s hand, taking him to a classroom, kissing his head and spoke to the teacher for a moment before leaving.
He waved, clutching his bag in his other hand and chose an empty seat to sit in. When the bell rang, the teacher settled the playing children and started the class with an introduction of their new student. “This is Rave Flavian.” She said, putting her hand on the child’s shoulder. “Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself? Where are you from and why did you come here?”
“Uhm, well.” He was shy and nervous, “We move here from South Africa. Uhm, for dad’s work.” He said, taking a small step backwards.
“Isn’t that just swell! I’m sure you’ll make some friends fast. You sit down and we can get started.” She said. “And you’re not allowed to wear hats in class. Why don’t you put it in your bag?” She told him, nudging him gently towards his seat.
He nodded but didn’t like the idea of taking off his hat. He did, though, showing off a set of long, pointed ears. He felt the other kids staring as he walked back to his seat. He didn’t put his hat away like he was told, instead he held onto it, gripping it. Waiting for the day to pass. He looked around the room, trying to get to know everyone’s face. The most memorable, though, and the only one he noticed didn’t seem to notice his ears was another strange looking boy. His hair was white, though that was all he was able to see. An aid was sitting beside him, blocking Rave’s view.
There were lessons and a lunch, but another bell rang indicating the day was half over. The children were let out of their seats after eating at their desks – the cafeteria was under construction – and were allowed a half hour to play with board games or toys in the classroom. An indoor recess because of rain.
The aid walked over to Rave, who didn’t leave his seat, and sat the white haired boy down. “Can Xelor hang out with you for a little bit?” She asked him. Rave nodded, realizing he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. You didn’t just say no to something like that.
When he looked at the other kid, he noticed his eyes first. They were white, completely. Under his eye were red marks. The designs were different, though; one had three square-ike shapes under it, looking like the edge of a gear, while the design on the other eye was similar but sharper. His eyes were so unlike anything he had seen before, he almost didn’t notice his ears which, though more human-sized, were also slightly pointed at the tip.
“So what’s the lady for?” Rave asked.
“I’m kind of blind.”
“Oh that sucks.”
“I guess.”
“Why don’t you get one of those dogs?”
“My parents can’t afford one.”
“Oh. That sucks too.”
“Yah.”
“Kind of blind?”
“I see things but doctors insist that they’re just my mind filling in blank spaces. My mom thinks that I have some kind of special ability, though. We dunno what it could be.”
“Power? That’s cool. What do you see?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain. Kind of like other universes. It’s exactly like here, but if something else happened. Like, I saw when you were up infront of the class. You wanted to tell us about why you were really here, but you were told you had to say it was your father’s work. I’m sorry to hear about your mom and that her side of the family doesn’t like your dad.”
“Woah. I think your mom might be onto something.”
The white-haired boy shrugged. “It doesn’t help me see where I’m walking, though. Do you have any kind of ability?”
“Not that I know of. Dad says I’ll grow into it, though. I don’t want one. I want to be normal. Your eyes make me thing of clocks.”
And with that, a childhood friendship was born.
He was a prince of the past, helping his father rule the night alongside friends and soldiers. He lived in a castle, surrounded by small towns and villages, your classical old-age scene. The only difference is that there are creatures that lurk in the night, and rule the land. The prince, as well as his father and small army of soldiers were vampires. The soldiers feed from their war victims, though some take it into their own hands to rape the wives and children of those they killed in war. It’s a common scene in those days, and though the prince has tried, nothing could have been done about it.
The people lived in fear, afraid to be the prince’s next meal. Eventually, they could not stand it anymore. The humans team up with creatures of the forest, werewolves, and overthrow the prince. Killing every last vampire they can find. But the hunter in charge of killing the royal family pitied the prince. He saw good in the teen’s eyes and spared him. Putting a spell on him, keeping him alive but immobile, sending him to a world of dreams.
It has been hundreds of years and the castle is now a popular tourist attraction in modern Ireland. There are stories of it being owned by vampires, but how many people believe it? One tourist/local does when they stray from the tour group to inspect an old rotten shed in the courtyard. The shed was locked, but the metal was rusted and easily broken. Inside the shed sat various tools and supplies for upkeep the courtyard, but the most peculiar was a wooden coffin. It was most likely an exhibit for the museum, but what a strange place to store it. It was rotted and not cared for at all, the thing should have just been dumped!
What was inside it though? The human was curious and peeked inside. The lid was light, just a wooden lid meant to hide the dead body, not seal it in like modern coffins. What was inside looked like a corpse who had been sealed, though, and preserved! There were no signs of aging on him, and he looked like he was asleep; the being was laying on his side, gripping a necklace in his hands. his chest rose and dropped with air and his eyes moved rapidly with dreams under their protective lids. The only thing keeping him asleep was a protective seal. The easiest way to break it was if a descendant of the hunter who cast it touched him.
- The gender of the vampire can be changed and details can be changed upon finding out who is interested in what role.
- This is just a kickstarter for an RP and can easily be changed to fit the interests of RPers.
- It can be a hetero or homosexual with males or females respectivley.
The evening was normal enough, or so it seemed. A young scientist left his beachside home in a boat. The young man specialized in Marine Biology and was out to attempt to study a night-dwelling fish. He went out alone, working on his own free time, but strong winds and strong currents knocked him out of the boat just as he was about to send his net down in hopes to catch the glowing night-fish that had been recently discovered so close to the shore. He got tangled in the net and was unable to surface himself. He was drowning, but a creature of the deep had been watching him. Possibly as a source of food, but also maybe out of curiosity. The creature freed the scientist from the net and brought him back to the shore. The human only saw the mythical beauty for a few brief seconds in rushing water and the dim rays of the moon as he fought off the darkness that could have been death if not for the beautiful creature. The merperson left the human on the beach, waiting in the water until someone found them and took them to the hospital. The human never got to thank their savior.
The scientist hired a crew of fishermen to search for this beauty and offered an award to anyone who could give him information. He gathered many myths and stories from around the world and even examined the tabloids for any signs of what he saw, though very few actually matched what he was looking for. This only opened up the possibilities of there being more than one species of merperson - so much studying to do! His main task, though, was to search for his savior and thank him and learn a little about him. He wanted to offer his protection to the creature. The scientist was mocked for his beliefs in the myths of mermaids; but he had a few who believed in him.
- The original idea of this plot was to capture the merperson and have them in a tank. Work the story around either an escape with the aid of another merperson or the form a friendship between the human and merperson, though it doesn’t have to go that way.
- I have a villain-like character that is a naga-like creature. A merperson based off a sea-snake if you will. We can do something with that. Or not.
- I can play the scientist or the merperson. Which ever role you decide, you can change from what I have written. The plot is just a kickstarter.
- This can be hetero or homosexual (between girls or boys) or whatever.
