This is where Me (Opal Fruits) and Crystal Jewel will be writing out posts, do not post unless you are either one of us.

Plot/idea

I'll work on this as we work out more ideas for this!

Humans are slowly going missing one by one and not everyone is sure why. Some have their ideas but any mention of anything that people believe to be impossible is shunned. However, vampires are on the rise and believe that just going out to hunt puts them in more danger. Instead, they have found what they believe to be a solution, vampires taking humans in to be servants. Used to do anything they wish but mostly as a constant supply of blood, either getting rid of them or turning them once they have used them up to capacity.

When one human in particular is captured by those notorious vampires, a vampire that isn't so keen on this idea of keeping humans as walking blood bags sees. Being different from a lot of the others, decides to step in and tries to make sure he doesn't become a meal. Yet said human manages to escape and is on the run, now being in more danger than ever.

What will happen?

My brief character profile

Name:

Micheal Gunther

Age:

19 years old

Gender:

Male

Species:

Human

Appearance:

Micheal is your average man when it comes to looks. Being more artsy than sporty has been harsh on him at times but he couldn't ever see himself doing more than painting and drawing. Besides this, his body was something he took pride in, just not the physical side of. His skin was fair and smooth with only a few small scars from being the clumsy man he was. When it comes to facial features, a faint dapple of freckles laid under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. It blends into his well-tanned skin yet in the colder months they are more noticeable.

Eyes are brimmed with a deep ocean blue which falls into a brighter, more vibrant shade of blue around the pupil. As much as he dislikes the colour blue he will gladly say his eyes are his favourite feature. The hair that sits on the top of his head is the only well-groomed part of this man. His hair is a light brown, he has it cut fairly short but is long enough for others to see the slight curls in it. The hair at the sides is kept cut to a skin fade, giving his jawline a sharper look.

When it comes to attire, the male is usually wearing a pair of blue denim jeans that are always seemingly covered with little patches of acrylic paint, the only thing he can't help but be messy with. Going along with these jeans he's usually wearing a casual white shirt with a crew neck sweater over the top.

Personality:

Micheal keeps to himself for the most part, preferring to get lost into his paintings rather than anything else. When he goes into his own little world he doesn't pay attention to anything else around him, whether he simply be at home or out in the woods, painting the forestry. Despite these quiet times, when he is out or actually has something to say he will quite happily say it.

Common sense is definitely something this guy lacks and in social settings Micheal isn't the best at knowing how to act. This man was also ridiculously clumsy and often trips over his own feet or walks into things that he has already acknowledged is there. When he's not painting he is easily distracted and is completely different to when he is painting.

More personality will be developed in this roleplay.

It had been a relatively nice day, not too cold and yet not too hot either. The perfect weather to enjoy the outside and most people would never pass up that opportunity. However, there were far fewer people out and about. Possibly due to the amount of people that were missing or maybe just fear that whatever reason people were going missing would just snatch them up in broad daylight. It was pretty sad, parents keeping their children locked up inside instead of enjoying the good weather for a change. Still, it was understandable and there were still plenty of people just enjoying what they could enjoy.

For a certain artist, this was the perfect weather to go somewhere and paint some scenery. He had a favourite place to go to and didn't really listen much to the people's disappearances, then again he really did lack common sense. That being said, he figured he was still around and went to his special spot all the time. Why should today be any different? Not that he gave it any thought. The male was nonchalant most of the time, taking each day as it comes. However, that doesn't mean in times he needs to be serious he won't be, he speaks his mind and isn't afraid of trying to put people in their place.

The day had gone by relatively quickly, for him at least. There was still light to the day for now and for that he was thankful, touching up some of the details on his canvas. Where he sat wasn't the most beautiful place but it was his favourite and every time it was a decent day he would capture it in a painting, changing the angle he was sat at each time. This time he had set himself up in the corner of this specific clearing. The trees weren't the typical kind. They weren't the great oak or anything like that. They were simple pine trees and yet, he found them so beautiful.

The line of trees cut off where he sat, a small clearing behind the only patch of green grass that he had come across, a small stream running through the back while finding its way back through the trees. It is there, Micheal goes to rest, for serenity that flows as cool waters. There is something about the sparkle upon the blue, a melody without a rhythm, music without a beat. The ground, clothed in the greens of every palate and none, the verdant hues of nature's free dreams. It was his peace.

Even now as the colours dulled as the darkness spread through, his spot still gained some light from the open sky above, not shrouded with the trees the rest of the forest is. With one final dab of his brush, Micheal pulled his arm away and studied his painting, a soft hum of thought passing his lips. A small nod and he set the painting to the side, sitting there and just enjoying the quiet for a little while. He rubbed his hands over the already messy jeans, wiping the paint off his hands as he did so.

Letting some of the paint dry until he was ready to leave wasn't completely necessary but it made the journey easier. Pulling his bag out from the side of the tree, he put the cover over his palette so as to not waste any of the paint that was left in it while also putting his brushes into a small bag, keeping the paint on them moist so he could clean them at home. He could always wash them in the stream but he didn't like that idea, he'd rather not mess with nature. Watching it was more than enough.

Soon enough it was time to start heading back and Micheal couldn't help but sigh a little. The day had seemed so short but he was sure that was just because he and his paint brushes were in their own little world. Nevertheless, the male picked up his bag, placing the strap over his head to sit on the opposite shoulder before heaving himself off the ground. Micheal took a step away from his painting, looking over it as he brushed his jeans off to get all the pine needles and dirt off of them. He may have missed some but it didn't bother him, it was just a habit. The painting was the last thing he picked up, making sure not to touch the actual canvas and just holding it at its sides. Micheal smiled a little, another piece to add to his collection. This was the last angle he needed to capture and it was just as perfect as the others.

It wasn't completely dry yet so he had to hold it which he didn't mind one bit. Micheal turned from his favourite spot and started heading the way he came. Despite it being darker now, his feet just moved automatically. He had been here so many times that he didn't even need to think about what way to go. Still, he made sure he wasn't going to trip or anything like that, ruining this painting was not going to happen and he would do anything to make sure that stayed that way. Not even the sound of twigs snapping made this man flinch, especially when it was this late. He was too focused looking at his painting, scanning it for any possible little mistake that he would have to sort out later. Micheal didn't care for mistakes and was very critical of himself, something that could be both good and bad depending on the situation.

Soon the street lights started to flood the exit of his little safe haven and he knew he was almost home. It was still a good fifteen minute walk from here but he didn't mind that. It could be worse. Besides, he didn't like complaining about such little things in life and didn't have the energy to be so negative. Unless it was about his skills as an artist, with that he could be as negative as anything. Just as he left the tree line, and came into more light his eyes narrowed at a spot on the painting that just wasn't quite right. "There just had to be something," he muttered under his breath, his eyes focused on that spot when really he should have been paying attention to the things around him. More specifically the people.

Before even realising someone had spoken to him he had almost walked into him, seeing canvas just graze the man's chest. "Ah, sorry," he muttered and took a quick step back to create some distance. As he did, what the man had said finally sunk in and he chuckled quietly. More to himself than anything else. "There are a couple around but the closest one is just next to my apartment down the road, it's definitely not the nicest but it's the closest. The better one is back that way-" Micheal explained, turning to point behind him. "It's about a half hour walk but it is far better," he shrugged. He didn't use the hotels but had when he first moved here.

The sigh the man had given confused Michael a little bit he figured it was simply because he had almost walked into him. Then again picking up on social cues definitely wasn't his forte, he glanced over the man's jacket, making sure none of the paint had gotten onto it. Only to quickly care more about his painting and start checking it over once again. He wasn't sure if the man would answer or if he should just walk away but either way he stood there for a little while, making sure nothing got ruined.