vampire, werewolf, reincarnation rp

[elenisil]

THIS IS A ONE ON ONE ROLEPLAY - NEED DOM TO PLAY BOTH MALE CHARACTERS AS I WILL PLAY BOTH FEMALES.

1028 ad County Clare, Ireland to 2008 ad Dallas, TX USA

Cast of Main Characters
Caelan/Keelin
Conri (Dominant) vampire
Malan (Dominant) werewolf
Fiona vampiress

Story starts in 1028.  Caelan is the daughter of a minor nobleman.  Malan is the warlord her father owes fealty to.  Returning from his latest campaign, Malan and his men stay overnight with Caelan and her family.  Lusting after the beautiful Caelan, he buys her from her father with the intention of collecting her the following week to take her as his bride.

Horrified by what her father has done,  she runs away with the stable hand Conri and the Warlord chases after her while a powerful vampiress, Fiona, noting the young mans bravery and his handsome visage and muscled body turns him.  After we play out this tragic tale, we journey ahead to 2008 where...”

Conri is a successful businessman in Dallas, TX.  At a wine tasting he sees Keelin and recognizes her as the reincarnation of his lost love.  Not willing to lose her again, he kidnaps her, keeping her prisoner while he tries to jog past memories.

Malan is a werewolf and finds out through the underground that Conri has a female prisoner who looks hauntingly like Caelan.  Desperate to have her back he teams up with the jealous Fiona to have Keelin back in his clutches

Is history repeating itself?  Who will Keelin end up with?


If this piques your interest pm me.  All is negotiable, I have a general idea of where the story would go but it's not set in stone.

[elenisil]

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The entire house was in an uproar, servants scurried about readying the guest rooms.  Pig and lamb roasting in a pit, various vegetables being peeled and prepared, the baker had already prepared loaves of bed for the trenchers and pies of cherry and peach.  Kegs of ale and honeyed mead brought up from the cellars.

Caelan viewed all the activity with amusement, her violet eyes sparkling.  All this for a warlord.  True her father owed his fealty to Malan, and to provide him with lodgings after a successful campaign was an honor.

“Caelan, girl you must make yourself presentable.  Lord Malan is a fine man, a fierce warrior and he expects the best, it will not do for you to appear in your daily rags,” her mother chided her.

“Yes Mother,” she sighed heading to her room to dress.  Her mother wore her finest garments, even her father was impressive in his finery.  Caelan had no wish to be here; she wanted to be in the stables with Conri, the man she was desperately in love with.  But Conri was busy preparing the stables to house several more horses.  Horses he would be expected to groom and tend.  His image danced before her eyes bringing a brilliant smile to her lips.  She had loved him at first sight four years ago when her father hired him.  Of course the tall, dark haired blue eyed man paid little attention to a smitten fourteen year old.  At twenty four he was a man of the world.  She had practically lived at the stable and he eventually fell in love with the spirited, beautiful maiden.  Now eighteen the once gangly girl had blossomed into a beauty with her long dark hair and unusual violet eyes, full lips and curvaceous figure.

Running a brush through her waist length hair, long delicate fingers plaited two thin braids to grace either side of her oval shaped face.  She pinched her cheeks and bit her lips to infuse a hint of color in her creamy complexion.  Dressed in a lavender kirtle over her chemise, a gold filigree chain around her waist and soft slippers on her feet she left her room. 

She heard a commotion and a booming voice praising her father for the feast and lodging for the night.  Keeping her eyes averted she entered the room and all conversation ceased.  Looking up in surprise her violet gaze met the steely green of a huge warrior.  A thick mane of tawny hair and stern lips, his body well muscled.  Her mouth dropped open, blushing as his gaze raked over her body, a slow smile curving those rakish lips.

“Don’t just stand there gawking girl, you can help your mother serve ale and mead to our guests. Her father barked.

Stunned Caelan jumped and hastened to fetch the ale, wanting to get away from the warlord.  His gaze and presence unsettling.