Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
Warning!
This Rp is between two people who are older than 18. Mature subjects and language are likely to be seen/mentioned here. Nothing is absolute - anything is possible. If you aren't of age, turn back please. Otherwise, read at your own risk. Thank you
Sundown. It was always nice to see them. When coupled with pink and purple clouds, it often looked as if someone splattered a child's drawing into the sky. But for Xavier, he wasn't really too keen on staying outside to watch the sunset. If anything, he could watch it back in his place… That is if he could get there without the risk of getting in trouble on the way.
While it sounded ridiculous, Xavier often had to be on guard. He seemed to attract some sort of problem in one way or another. It was unnerving and annoying really. And it all started when he came to this town - Warlow was the name, as he had learned when he first got there. At first it was little things - stepping on people's feet when he wasn't looking, or bumping into someone who happened to be just a tad bit more angry at the moment. Xavier kept his distance - and his emotions - from other people. Being relatively new to the town, Xavier didn't want to attract the attention of the locals.
But of course, he couldn't stay hidden forever.
As time passed, he found out the hard way that the town was divided into a few sections. The humans weren't a part of these territorial disputes - this was amongst the supernatural folks that lived there. Xavier supposed he should be thankful that Warlow was a bigger city than those in the mountains, but it wasn't as big as the ones in the east side of the country either. He sighed at his conflict of interest - but he didn't feel like leaving anytime soon either.
In any case, it didn't stop anyone from fighting over barriers and rules. He learned that when he accidentally stepped into a bar that was made by werewolves. Xavier was lucky to have made it out alive - he pissed off about ten different werewolves just by being there. And to top it off, he somehow m insulted the manager of the bar, who also happened to be the leader of the pack. He had to run out of the building and hide for nearly an hour to keep his skin intact.
Xavier sighed as he walked around the corner. He didn't understand what was happening in this town, but he wanted to stay out of as much of this drama as possible. He just wanted to live his miserable life alone. The young man finally walked down an alleyway all the way to the back, and he met a fence that had the construction diamond on it. He scoffed and climbed the fence, landing into the dirt with a soft grunt. He went to the rundown building that stood before him, and walked towards the first floor with a held breath.
Come to find out, when Xavier first found this place, the first floor was utterly covered with the nearly suffocating stench of paint. Despite being a couple of years old, the smells still somehow stay strong - which was fine by him, since he didn't have to worry about hiding his own scent in some extravagant way. Being a half-demon, he had a sort of staple scent that clung to him relentlessly: a sort of sickly sweet smell mixed in with the typical scent that a demon possessed. Xavier constantly tried to hide it - there were too many things here that could track him.
The ladder creaked whenever he climbed it. A few a good amount of steps, the young man finally got to his floor. He walked to his spot on the edge of the semi-opened floor, where he could relax and see the sunset.
And even after all this time, Xavier had failed to realize that he was sitting in a a territory that was currently being fought over by the creatures of darkness... Vampires.
This Rp is between two people who are older than 18. Mature subjects and language are likely to be seen/mentioned here. Nothing is absolute - anything is possible. If you aren't of age, turn back please. Otherwise, read at your own risk. Thank you
Sundown. It was always nice to see them. When coupled with pink and purple clouds, it often looked as if someone splattered a child's drawing into the sky. But for Xavier, he wasn't really too keen on staying outside to watch the sunset. If anything, he could watch it back in his place… That is if he could get there without the risk of getting in trouble on the way.
While it sounded ridiculous, Xavier often had to be on guard. He seemed to attract some sort of problem in one way or another. It was unnerving and annoying really. And it all started when he came to this town - Warlow was the name, as he had learned when he first got there. At first it was little things - stepping on people's feet when he wasn't looking, or bumping into someone who happened to be just a tad bit more angry at the moment. Xavier kept his distance - and his emotions - from other people. Being relatively new to the town, Xavier didn't want to attract the attention of the locals.
But of course, he couldn't stay hidden forever.
As time passed, he found out the hard way that the town was divided into a few sections. The humans weren't a part of these territorial disputes - this was amongst the supernatural folks that lived there. Xavier supposed he should be thankful that Warlow was a bigger city than those in the mountains, but it wasn't as big as the ones in the east side of the country either. He sighed at his conflict of interest - but he didn't feel like leaving anytime soon either.
In any case, it didn't stop anyone from fighting over barriers and rules. He learned that when he accidentally stepped into a bar that was made by werewolves. Xavier was lucky to have made it out alive - he pissed off about ten different werewolves just by being there. And to top it off, he somehow m insulted the manager of the bar, who also happened to be the leader of the pack. He had to run out of the building and hide for nearly an hour to keep his skin intact.
Xavier sighed as he walked around the corner. He didn't understand what was happening in this town, but he wanted to stay out of as much of this drama as possible. He just wanted to live his miserable life alone. The young man finally walked down an alleyway all the way to the back, and he met a fence that had the construction diamond on it. He scoffed and climbed the fence, landing into the dirt with a soft grunt. He went to the rundown building that stood before him, and walked towards the first floor with a held breath.
Come to find out, when Xavier first found this place, the first floor was utterly covered with the nearly suffocating stench of paint. Despite being a couple of years old, the smells still somehow stay strong - which was fine by him, since he didn't have to worry about hiding his own scent in some extravagant way. Being a half-demon, he had a sort of staple scent that clung to him relentlessly: a sort of sickly sweet smell mixed in with the typical scent that a demon possessed. Xavier constantly tried to hide it - there were too many things here that could track him.
The ladder creaked whenever he climbed it. A few a good amount of steps, the young man finally got to his floor. He walked to his spot on the edge of the semi-opened floor, where he could relax and see the sunset.
And even after all this time, Xavier had failed to realize that he was sitting in a a territory that was currently being fought over by the creatures of darkness... Vampires.