Post by Nightmare Industries on May 17, 2006 5:49:50 GMT -5
OOC Information
Name: Nightmare Industries (only a few more pay days until this is my actual name. Hell yeah!!!). Also RPG name: Shadow Dragon or Reaper
Age: 17
Contact: www.deamonsanctum@yahoo.co.uk
Role Playing Experience: Going on now nine years now. Sites inc. Dark streets1/2, Oasis Divide, Demons vs The Gods, Dead World, Mistress and Master, Land of Dragons and my favourite: "Domin Bon Sado Maso" (My baby is dead...BUT SHE SHALL LIVE AGAIN!!!!)
IC Information
Role Play Sample: "...they looked up, the heavy beat of wings growing louder, suddenly the air was filled with a great howl of rage, something plumeted from the sky and hit the uneven ground with a dull thud sending dirt and gravel into the air creating a great cloud of dust.
As the scantly clad figures of the hunters moved closer, a glinting object was flung from the dirt screen. With a thick squelch a hunter fell to her knees spitting blood as she held the cold metal of the knife in her neck. The others scattered but not before two more daggers were thrown from the screen, one found its mark in the leg of one of the hunters the other sank deep into her shoulder and she fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
A figure moved swiftly from the now clearing dust and moved along the tree line evading their arrows. The hunters moved out in a line, their white eyes scaning the surrounding wood. One heard a sudden tap infront of her and began to move towards the noise, striking from behind the attacker cut across her throat with blades from his wrists, she fell blood spilling fom the wound, her hands flailling around in a last futile attempt to grab her attacker.
The others hearing her gargled screams turned around, two of the three remaining hunters barly had time to register the axes that were hurled at them, before they were embrased by darkness and nothingness. The remaining hunter drew her sword a last defiant stance, the attacker rushed forwards, she parryed a blade but was to slow, she recieved the other in her guts. With an expression of shock more than pain she looked at her attacker, his eyes glinting a deep crimson before he plunged the other blade through her throat.
Silence followed, only broken by the sound of something drinking..."
The Genres: Anything i can get to, but mainly Vampyrs/Vampires, Lycans, Deamons, Sword play, e.t.c. Or just OOC talk about anything.
Name: Nightmare Industries (only a few more pay days until this is my actual name. Hell yeah!!!). Also RPG name: Shadow Dragon or Reaper
Age: 17
Contact: www.deamonsanctum@yahoo.co.uk
Role Playing Experience: Going on now nine years now. Sites inc. Dark streets1/2, Oasis Divide, Demons vs The Gods, Dead World, Mistress and Master, Land of Dragons and my favourite: "Domin Bon Sado Maso" (My baby is dead...BUT SHE SHALL LIVE AGAIN!!!!)
IC Information
Role Play Sample: "...they looked up, the heavy beat of wings growing louder, suddenly the air was filled with a great howl of rage, something plumeted from the sky and hit the uneven ground with a dull thud sending dirt and gravel into the air creating a great cloud of dust.
As the scantly clad figures of the hunters moved closer, a glinting object was flung from the dirt screen. With a thick squelch a hunter fell to her knees spitting blood as she held the cold metal of the knife in her neck. The others scattered but not before two more daggers were thrown from the screen, one found its mark in the leg of one of the hunters the other sank deep into her shoulder and she fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
A figure moved swiftly from the now clearing dust and moved along the tree line evading their arrows. The hunters moved out in a line, their white eyes scaning the surrounding wood. One heard a sudden tap infront of her and began to move towards the noise, striking from behind the attacker cut across her throat with blades from his wrists, she fell blood spilling fom the wound, her hands flailling around in a last futile attempt to grab her attacker.
The others hearing her gargled screams turned around, two of the three remaining hunters barly had time to register the axes that were hurled at them, before they were embrased by darkness and nothingness. The remaining hunter drew her sword a last defiant stance, the attacker rushed forwards, she parryed a blade but was to slow, she recieved the other in her guts. With an expression of shock more than pain she looked at her attacker, his eyes glinting a deep crimson before he plunged the other blade through her throat.
Silence followed, only broken by the sound of something drinking..."
The Genres: Anything i can get to, but mainly Vampyrs/Vampires, Lycans, Deamons, Sword play, e.t.c. Or just OOC talk about anything.
