Aight. So this is gonna be a 1×1 with me and Lunar. Feel free to follow but if not one of us please no posting. Have an excellentday

Soooo. Any plot ideas?

So I was thinking that the two characters fall in love later on, even though they are fighting against each other in these past wars.

Do you have any plots?

I like that idea. So when would it start. Like how many years after said wars? That would determine a lot. Also you wanna play male, female?

Can I play female?

I was thinking just after the first war.

I will crstuff cheekse my character in a bit.

Cool beans. :)

Name: Celeste Stepanova ( Princess and heir to the throne )

Age: 120

Type: Vampire/human

Likes: her family, adventure, watching the stars

Dislikes: war, anger, darkness

Personality: Brave

Siblings: 1 brother ( will mention in rp) ( prince... also heir to the throne.. but wont win it)

has an ex fiance named Landon

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Name: Celeste

Age: 120

Type: Vampire

Likes: adventure, watching the stars

Dislikes: war, anger, darkness

Personality: Brave,a little shy

- can read minds

- can hear voices

- wonderful cook

- takes monthly trips to the mountains

- frequent nightmares

- hates the dark

- mainly hunts animals

- blood roses -> favorite flowers

Living Family: Darren (brother)

Name: Marshall Black

Age: 172

Type:Vampire

Likes: Chaos, thinking, exploring, new people, animals(especially snakes), weapons

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Dislikes: Family (the one who turned him), to much emotions at once, religion, annoying people, and having to stay still

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Personality: He is social to an extent but won't tolerate stupidity. Often likes to pick fights, protective of other vampires. Precise in his actions.

Hey so I was wondering if you wanted to start or if you wanted me to start. Cause I've been brainstorming and wanna know if your still down

With the war just ending he returned home. He didn't know how he would be greeted if any. All he knew us he was done. He was done with pain and suffering. But his hand was still forced because of who he is. He wished he could sigh but because he didn't brstuff cheeksh it was fruitless. So instead he shook his ginger hair out of his bloodshot eyes and walked down the pitch black cobblestone street. He could feel everyone's heartbstuff cheeks. And there eyes watching his movement. Every step. Making it down the few blocks past closed shops and restaurants with outdoor sstuff cheeksing he made it to his building. The door man gave him a sideways glance and Marshel could feel his hear skyrocket. Fear. Nodding his head as a greeting he took up the stares instead of the elevator, not wanting to bother anyone. With the walls being thin he could hear arguments, snoring, mostly silence. Arriving at his floor he opened the door slightly and went three after not seeing or hearing anyone or anything. Going threw the corridor he was getting flashbacks. The night he was made, his human life. He pushed them away and stepped into his home. "Finally. Silence." Knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep till sunrise though he turned on the TV and kept the volume low. Not wanting to wake the mortals around him.