Neon Vampires and Post-Apocalyptic Worlds [[ Protective Males needed ]]

[Mnemosyne]

Blossom

Content:: Extreme, Supernatural, Sci-Fi, Romance, Teasing, Psychological Torment

Setting:: The human world will be normal, but the world of the creatures is in an alternate dimension of sorts. Where they can see the paths that lead into it from the human world. Perhaps that makes it more of a neighboring dimension than a completely alternate dimension? The other world is one of neon. The plants are bio-luminescent along with the creatures that have made their habitat there. Much of the technology is far more advanced in this reality, though the races often compete for who is the best in every which way including their advancements. There are areas overgrown with plant life while other areas soar with futuristic style buildings but they all mesh with one another.

Summary of Story:: Stolen away from her home and transformed, will she blossom or will she wilt away? A member of a Vampire Clan acting on his own rather than as one of a whole creating a whole new level of chaos for one woman and the new world she would be introduced to. With a new unbounded strength given to her by force, she makes haste in laying waste to her stalker. Breaking away from that which gave her power, in want to crush the trauma at its core. Confronted by the clan leader she would have to show her strength or submit to the will of a new Master. Could she sacrifice her individuality to survive? Or would she reveal to them more than they were prepared for?

Story:: Kidnapped from the streets, they see the promise of a budding rose inside of her. A rose, that given the proper conditions, would blossom into another spirit to join their clan. Trapping her in an attic filled with assorted items, they waited for her response. At first she sat silently in wonder of where she was, but upon sensing her belongings among the rubbish scattered on the floor her head tilted a way that was curious for someone who appeared human. The more she could smell and feel the objects around her without moving, the more fierce she appeared until she nearly hissed in her rage. Among her own scent, there was that of another. One she had yet to realize until now.

Her nails had extended from their place in her nail bed to carve at the wood beneath her before she thrust herself up and ran out of the room. After managing to land gracefully on the ground, she ran faster than her heart beat inside her. Toward the first home of the man who had been stalking her. It was a welcome sight to the man to see his obsession coming forward, however he wasn't given time to think otherwise as she tore him apart. Turning him into a work of art plastered all over his walls but no matter what she tried she couldn't get rid of his sickening eyes that still watched her.

It is then that the clan catches up to her. Both stunned and appalled by the way she has conducted herself, though there is no leader, one of the creatures decides to confront her. Catching her by her throat to pin her to the wall while increasing his strength with his large bat like wings that shadow the both of them. In doing this he forces her own wings to burst forth that alternatively look like glass feathers with a hint of black to them. Could these fanged and winged creatures whose forms contorted as well as appeared to have scales along ridges much like dragons, take on this new recruit? Were they really aware of what they had created?

Whether either party is ready, they descend into their neon world with their newest companion in hopes of restoring some manner of peace and calm to her mind. Knowing that her state could make or break both worlds if not kept in check. The truth was, that one of their clan had gone ahead of them all and chosen to awaken the girl without going through the proper procedures. They had not discussed it with the clan nor did they present the idea to the woman before hand so she could be tested for her compatibility with the alternative lifestyle they bestowed upon her.

A chaotic beauty and a traitor in their midst, they will have to continue to thrive any way they can. Slaying to keep their kind fed while quarreling with other clans. Clans being much like gangs were, above on the humane plane of existence. They had business they exchanged but often territorial battles were also on the table. With so many races of so many different opinions, they were lucky that their world was not a complete blood bath. Especially when it
came to vampires that were more 'pure blooded.' That believed they were better in every way, while the new species that had developed were advanced in design they were viewed as lowly for how they might revert to being human. Concealing their more finer details.

What I'm Looking For:: I would like to be similar to Brendon Urie both in looks and mentality. (( Not saying you have to be spot on, this is just a base of reference. )) Although I would add seven inches on him to make him 6'4''. A hidden past, with secrets, nonchalant about enemies despite how many he has. Toys around with other females of other races as well as males, living like an eligible bachelor. Your character will be the one to first confront my character after she changes. (( Best reference for this role would be Say Amen by Panic at the Disco ))

The species you would be playing are somewhere between vampires and wraiths I believe. They can hover around without their wings extended but they move very slowly in this state. Their wings can be used in combat, but can also be retracted and concealed entirely. They have eyes that glow constantly. They can drain energy/blood/life force from any human/creature but they prefer to only take on prey that is worth the exertion of their own energy. Which is to say they try to form and keep a large clan such that they can take down otherworldly creatures for the most part. They are mischievous but polite for the most part outside of combat. They are monogamous by nature, but have been known to toy with creatures outside of their race for fun until they find their mate.

Additional NPCs

Normal 'Pure Blooded' Vampires::Much like blue bloods, these creatures see themselves as superior. In design, intelligence, experience. Human like in appearance aside from their fangs and long nails, their eyes only glow when they are lusting for something whether it is blood or intimacy. They live like royalty near the heart of the neon world in a mansion styled in victorian and gothic architecture. This is the darkest place in all of the world, as the vampires have vision that prefers the lack of light.
Demons:: Appear human like with varied horns atop their head, glowing eyes, sharp nails, with tails. Always have something up their sleeve, Demons will do all they can to ensnare and enslave souls of others.
Drow:: Dark elves with dark skin and white hair. These are the knights/guards of the neon world. Lurking on the outskirts, they ensure that no humans are permitted to enter unless escorted into the world by the natives of the world.
Djinns:: (( Will be based off of Supernatural's Djinn )) Heavily tattooed bodies. Prefer to dwell in large ruins with many places to hide. They can poison their prey to death or into a deep dream state. They feed on the blood of those they keep in a dream state. (( For this story's purposes I am going to say they feed on more than just humans. ))
Spirits/Ghosts:: Glowing entities that can travel quickly in the neon world, usually seen as messengers. The longer they have existed the more tame they become, whereas young spirits can be a challenge as they often spread false truths in hopes to lure others to their state of being.
Humans:: Most common above the neon world, more than a few have been lured down to service and feed those who need it.

Additional Imagery:: 1 | 2 | 3

Note:: I am willing to discuss any and all details via PM, this is a rough idea that still needs to be fleshed out.



Moriarty's Little Mermaid:: Extreme//Sherlock//OC//Mystery//Psychological//Romance - Male Dom Needed

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Of her own free will, she went to the 'witch.' James Moriarty. He was only too happy to oblige her. She fit perfectly into another fairy tale. She was, 'The Little Mermaid.' So it was that Moriarty set her up to be Sherlock's next test. 'Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you.' '... at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you.”

When she awoke with contraption about her like none she had ever seen before. With strict instructions. She was not to speak, lest the spell be undone. Naked with naught but her long black waves to conceal herself, she stumbles about. Terrified of what is to come but unable to turn back now even if she wanted to. After all, who could turn a blind eye to a bare woman walking about with blades set in place all over her. Some might have thought it was some sort of protest or some outlandish display of 'street art.' There was only one person whose attention mattered in this whole ordeal however. The one she was meant to call out for Moriarty. Sherlock.

Whether the police caught her first or someone else, there would be no doubt that Sherlock would be lured in through intrigue if nothing else. Her life depended on it.

Upon finally coming into contact with her he would find whenever she spoke or did something Moriarty did not wish her to do, she would be cut. Lightly first, then deeper, and longer cuts. He left room such that Sherlock would have many chances, but made sure to make it clear that the guidelines by which the game was meant to be played were not broken. Moriarty was more than happy to sit back and watch,  to see how Sherlock would squirm with this Mystery. With there being no record of the woman, Sherlock was sure to have his hands full. Ravenous for answers while being pressed with a promise of death should he fail to find them.


This would be set in the realm of the more recent
version of 'Sherlock.' Around the time Moriarty gave Sherlock
the 'fairy tale' prompt. The character I would need
played is Sherlock Holmes himself. I do not mind
if this version strays a bit from what people might call
cannon. Traits I cannot imagine him being without::
being a smart ass, getting others to do things for him,
not noticing people when thinking at times, being
unaware of people's feelings. I imagine this will be a
difficult roleplay as my character will rarely speak,
my character is sure to get on Sherlock's nerves in a
multitude of ways. I hope someone will be patient
enough to be up to the challenge. I want to also add
that the little mermaid character will be able to put
clothes on over the 'mechanism.'
Sherlock's Age:: Roughly around 34 The Little Mermaid's Age:: 25

Details may be discussed.
PM with interest.

Better Living Industries - [[ Reserved ]]   

Content: Extreme, Sci-fi, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance, Psychological Torment, Drugs

Setting: Post-Apocalyptic earth with mostly desert while there is exceptions like Better Living Industries where there is futuristic high tech zones.

Summary of story:: With Better Living Industries taking over the world a little at a time, what hope did it leave for the rebel Killjoys? Always at odds with one another, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/Ws breathing down the Killjoys necks with a leader that was well advertised. The daughter of the President of Better Living Industries. One of the original testers for all things BLIND. She was suited up with every sort of drug you can imagine given they had a new flavor of emotion coming out almost every day. Brainwashed as much as the rest of the scarecrows, she was perfectly tailored to her position at Better Living. How long could she keep the Killjoys at bay? Could the Killjoys come out on top in a world so corrupt by the capitalization of people's core needs?

Story: Better Living Industries, also known as BLIND, has taken charge in the world after it has been shattered to pieces by what mankind thought to be the end of the world. Who else was going to give the world the order and peace it needed after all that havoc? Better Living Industries was an organization created by those left who still had their sanity left. Or so they would claim. As all they could see in others was failure of the species Homo Sapiens. If anything was to be done about it, it would be by those who still retained great intellect. People of science, of reason.

The world being left like a desert after a nuclear fallout, those who were left behind all knew there was only one place left that held salvage. Battery City. Where the Headquarters of Better Living lied. They were always sending out broadcasts, advertising what a perfect place it was. Holograms all around the city inviting people in both day and night. Although what they didn't say, was how their system worked.

It had become more of an experimentation camp, than a city. As Better Living came out with more and more patches. For happiness, excitement, contentment, peace of mind, love, responsibility, courage, nobility, loyalty, honesty. Of course they only lasted for a certain amount of time, but one could always resupply! For a price. At the head of it all, were two individuals. The President, and the President's daughter. Although, most don't know the identity of the President, his daughter on the other hand is the public representative for the organization. Her face is plastered on the mass majority of all the holographic advertisement boards around the city. Little does she know, she was the very first to undergo experimentation.

Though they would not like to admit it, on the opposition, is the Killjoys. The sole remaining group that chooses to fight against what Better Living considers to be 'human nature.' Just when Better Living thought they had taken care of all the 'problem children,' the Killjoys surfaced louder and prouder than any other rebelling group. Acting like the anarchists that came in the beginning of the fallout. Better Living only shook their head, choosing to ignore the threats the group made. Who could ask them to take them seriously? They were mere children! The leader of them all, Party Poison could be no older than seventeen!

They were wrong of course. Party Poison was twenty-eight. The eldest of the group in fact. It didn't matter to him what Better Living thought of him and the others. They were going to be heard. By any means necessary.

As the Killjoys tried constantly to pull Better Living apart at the seams more constantly, Better Living had to take on some, less than pleasing resources. Forming their own team. Although they had never wanted it to come back to something as savage and primitive as this, they realized they had no other choice. Putting the President's daughter in charge of the group, she was dead set on bringing all of them in.

Who would come out on top?

What I'm Looking For: A Party Poison. 28 year old punk leader of the rebel gang Killjoys. (( Based off of My Chemical Romance music videos 'Na Na Na' and 'Sing.' ))

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Note: This is another world I am prepared to create with someone, feel free to let me in on how you might take this via PM!

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