ic--Nissa sat on top of a city skyscraper, looking up at the moon. She was a beautiful immortal, not a werewolf, vampire, nor a shapeshifter of any kind. She was only a human who had been blessed with the gift of immortality without any suffering. As a result, she looked forever sixteen and like a porcelain goddess, without need for blood or flesh. Her black hair, so long it could reach past her waist, was thick and like obsidian. Her face had the innocence of an angel and was a pristine, flawless white, masking her own deadliness as a powerful fighter-in-training at a school just outside the bright city of New York. Nissa's eyes were a hypnotic black, and her mouth was sensually shaped. Nissa's face alone was able to accidentally seduce any man, regardless of species, into falling in love. But there was already someone that Nissa loved without end, a vampire lover who had saved her from Death countless times. He had shown Nissa that he wasn't a monster, despite the fact that he was a vampire. Everyone she knew had disapproved of their love from the moment they knew of it. But Nissa forgot all else when he touched her. His touch lit up her dark soul like a firecracker, and often she would just gasp in ecstasy from his touch, and surrender herself to him like a fallen angel who forgets the comforts of Heaven and all the world. Nissa would always love that vampire, even if she would never see him again. They had become separated after the one who gave her immortality, a stranger who had introduced himself only as Drake, found out about her passion and banished the vampire from her sight. He had been furious and now treated Nissa like a child nun, sending her to fight schools and keeping her locked away from the rest of the world, like a rare object, only to become more obsolete. Nissa couldn't begin to describe the pain she bore inside, but fighting and flying across the skyline of New York seemed to numb it -- or enhance her memories of her love's nimbleness and grace when he took her flying over the human world. Nissa would always love him, and would always hate her immortality-giver. Maybe this was the hate that she used to fight constantly, and that allowed her to fight like a very powerful vampire without any of the weaknesses. But nothing, not even happiness in her growing skill as a fighter, could make her forget or even stop thinking about her vampire love. Her pain constantly welled up inside her, but things were about to change.
Nissa's body bore the cold of the city as her model-like body depended on her muscles for her great power. Nissa wore a pair of leather pants and a thin black shirt, splattered with blood (for she had gone flying in the city right after a practice match). She wore simple suede shoes, and her full-length leather coat seemed to encase her entire body. From within the leather coat, Nissa pulled out a small half of a silver pendant. It was orginally part of a rose, but Nissa only had the right half of the petals and stem. She sighed internally, remembering that the last time she had seen her love, he had broken his pendant in half and given this half to her. A feeling of love blossomed in her stomach, as she knew that she could find her lover if she could trace the other half of the pendant. Nissa took comfort in this bit of information, and even more in the knowledge that she would soon be able to do this. Nissa breathed the sweet night air, and called out to her love, using her mind (for she had developed a strong mind connection with him), wherever he may be. I'm coming, my love. We'll be together again, I promise. No matter what it takes, I'll come back to you. Nissa carefully bore her soul to the howling cold of New York, and then jumped off the skyscraper, quickly flying to another, hoping to find her school, or even better, a group of fighters who she had seen leave just after her to go flying around New York's beautiful lights.

(OOC: OK if I join? It's my 1st time at this type of RP so if it sucks please tell me ^_^)

A young 17 year old boy called Alastor broke away from his group of freinds who were fighters. Altough he may seem happy to all he talked to deep down inside him he felt an emptiness, an emptiness he wished to fill, to find true love, to make him feel complete. He made his way down the road that lead to his house, he then looked up staring at the clear sky. His long black hair with red streaks blew in the wind, and his long black sleeves ruffled in the breeze, he sighed....

ooc-- sure! *jumps and down in happiness* thanks for joining

OOC: Whoops sorry I modified my last post LOL! Continue it from there?

ooc--yeah, that's a good start.

ic-- Nissa flew around New York for a while, forgetting all that she knew and simply feeling her body against the wind, like a bird in flight. Nissa flew halfway across the city, finally reconnecting with reality and perching on top of an electric advertisement for Coca-Cola. She smiled at the ad, remembering how she used to drink the popular soda frequently during her mortal period in life, and how her mother used to say that it would rot her teeth. But things were different now... Nissa took care of herself with only occasional visits from Drake. Lights all around her, very familiar sights from her mortal life, reminded her of this. Sorrow filled with loss engulfed Nissa, and she suddenly stopped soaring from building to building like a monkey with wings. Nissa read the currents and thermals that flowed among the highest buildings, and she found an easy way home, along with some groups of friends whose flight patterns and airs she recognized. She recognized that of her good friend Alastor's, who was not flying but just standing on the ground, a distance away. Nissa smiled, remembering what a good friend he was, and proceded to head towards him, flying faster than she had ever done.

Alastor stopped and raised one eyebrow, he sensed something heading towards him at a tremendous speed, he thought nothing of it and walked a little further, yet again he stopped, he could sense it again except this time it was stronger as he turned around he noticed a figure heading toward him at an incredible speed "Christ!" he said to himself as he leapt out of the way and hit the floor "Don't scare me like that!" he shouted up to her.....

ic-- "Sorry, Alastor," Nissa apologized as she gracefully landed, like a crane on water. She playfully punches his elbow, masking her sadness, and continues. "I so have to be more careful with my landing and take off. I think my teacher is gonna cover that soon in class...... but whatever. How are you? What are you doing on a beautiful night like this?" Nissa asked Alastor, putting her silver half-rose pendant away inside her warm full-length leather coat.

"yeah you do need practice!" he said as he dusted himself off. "I should be asking you the same question it's dangerous out here at this time of night" he said as he walked up to her....

ic-- "Well, I was just flying around on the rooftops of New York. Haven't you ever wanted to do something like that? And especially on a Friday night, when we don't have class the next day..." Nissa sighs, experiencing a sudden rush in joy, feeling her energy soar. "What do you usually do on weekend nights, anyway? I've never seen you out and about before. You should loosen up! We fighters need an energy boost and a chance to show off, no?" Nissa asks him playfully, enjoying the feeling of their friendship.

"I don't like to show off or anything like that" he said as he looked up at the sky, it was pretty clear tonight......

ic-- Nissa arched her eyebrow in a daring manner at Alastor. "Okay Mr. I'mDeep, what do you like to do? Let's do something fun, just you and me tonight, to make up for me crashing into you. How does that sound?" Nissa stood next to Alastor, smiling innocently at him, waiting to hear his reply.

"Hmm well I feel like doing something that could get us in a lot of trouble, I feel really mischevious tonight!"

ic--Nissa smiles at Alastor's suggestion, turning up the corner of her mouth. "Okay, so do you feel like a little clubbing? All of the New York clubs are pulsing with energy around now. Or we could go into the other clubs...." Nissa grinned playfully, hoping that Alastor would go with her to other clubs, as she trailed off, hoping to gain his interest.

OOC: Ok girl... you've intrigued me... but I know I'm a chick but I want to play Drake... if that's ok? I never played a guy... so this thread is a first for all of us. ^_^

IC: *Sitting in his chambers flipping threw a rather large spell book when a knock came to his ears. Annoyingly answering*

"What in bloody hell do you want?"

*A timid young girl stepping in, Claudia... one of his many creations. His features softened and he shut the book and knelt down to the girl who looked more then about 10ish. She smiled her china doll smile, and sat on his knee. Drake picked her up in his strong arms and asked her what she needed so late at night. She said timidly; twiddling her hair in her fingers.*

"I was frightened of the light coming... I’m scared of the light master Drake."

*She snuggled her head into his shoulder. The left part of his luscious lips curling into a smile as he held her close. Walking her down the hallway to the child’s; well she was no child but she was one of many of his "fighters" in his school that he created. Placing her in her bed, and kissing her forehead gently.*

"What have I told you my dear? There is nothing to fear, when I am near. I wouldn't let anything harm you. Do not look outside these walls for comfort for you won't find it. The only safe place is here... with me."

*Kissing her again, and walking out of the room as she drifted off to sleep. His shoulder length almost black hair tied back into a pony tail. Wearing his normal attire of a black long sleeved laced down V neck shirt, with black pants. His full length coat lay on a hook with his hat. He opened the door to his chambers again, and walked in slowly. His dark green eyes scanning the room. Walking to the wall as he scanned the school for all his students. He didn't do this often, but times were different, and he figured that someone would be up to no good. Seeing a few miscreants out and about in the city... but one name caught his eye; His green eyes turned fire red as he yelled "NISSA!" Threw out his chambers it echoed... then threw the halls, and out into the night.*

*He had made her out of loss and love of his wife; who was baring a child. He found Nissa at the brink of death... and gave her this immortal life; in exchange for her servitude... and his right to train her. He did this with allot of his creations. All slightly different. Though the school was filled with shape shifters, werewolves, vampires, and many other things with extreme powers. Now Drake... oh he was a creature to his own right. He was not anything anyone had ever seen. For he was not a vampire, or plain immortal, no. He was actually... if history proves itself... a fallen angel. He had not wings yet could still fly. He learned how to create these beings with several books he had acquired from heaven and hell. He looked over the large "book of the dead" he was reading earlier... and waited ... waited till Nissa was closer... then he would go and see what she was up too.*

"hmm wierd I thought I sensed something" a huge set of feathery white wings appeared from behind his back. "oh well!"

ic-- Nissa arched her eyebrow, looking behind Alastor at something that she thought she had sensed, but wasn't sure of. It seemed like Drake... checking up on me now, immortal father? Nissa thought mockingly. She hated their meetings... he just treated her like a piece of meat that he bought at a mere mortal supermarket. Nissa knew that Drake was too attached to her to really abuse her or anything, and, in any case, she could fight very well and could probably take on Drake in a fight or just intimidate him. Nissa didn't care about his "rule" anymore... she was going to reach her vampire love no matter what, sooner or later. Nissa rolled her eyes at the apparition she had sensed, and got back into her conversation with Alastor, a little bit of sadness entering her personality. "Yeah.. anyway, what would you like to hit tonight? The human New York clubs or the other clubs?" Nissa smiled playfully.

*Drake sat down on his massive four poster bed. Another knock came to the door; his work was never done. This time a young man entered. Drake turned his heavy head towards him... it was Lucious. He cailmy asked what he needed so late at night.*

"Um Master Drake... um... I um... I'm having some problems with my um..."

*The boy turned around to show his massive wings; that seemed to be broken in several places. Lucious was a very shy boy, and studreded allot... expically in Drakes precences. Getting up and walking over to him... touching his wings.*

"What in the name of all that's holy happened to you boy? Did you get into a fight?"

*Lucious calimly noded his head yes. Drake not saying anything just looking at him... as if to say "well... with who?" The boy cailmy said the name... Nissa. At this Drake became furious. He was sick of her little games... he would go out and get her himself. He shoed the boy off to the hospital wing of the school. Then grabed his coat, and hat; locking his door as he went. Standing on the ledge of the balconey, and gently jumping off flying into the night. He listened for her voice... her heartbeat. He could pick her up from miles away. Simply gliding off towards her seeing her and the other boy talking... ready for flight. Landing quietly behind them. Walking forward.*

"Going somehwere are we?"

Malki looked out of her window and saw Drake jump she breathed a sigh of relif this was her first day at the school they had not meet yet but she had heard the storys about him and knew she had to wait till he left. She grabbed a bag she had just packed and headed out of the door this place wasnt ment for humans and just because she had a few powers that she couldnt control that didnt make her any different from normal humans well thats what everyone in the school must think of her.
She headed down the corridor and sneaked out of the doors smileing she would have fun and then well she didnt know what else she would do

ic-- Nissa saw Drake land near her. In her eyes he landed abruptly and clumsily, a result of his arrogance in regards to the art of fighting and his refusal to train like she did. Nissa smirked, anticipating another battle with her maker, a perfect end to a clear night. Nissa looked at Alastor, and tossed to him the keys to her room. "Hey Alastor. I'm gonna be running behind you for a few short minutes, so why don't you wait for me in my room. You know where it is, and you have me key." Nissa waved a short "see you later" to Alastor and turned to her maker. "Well, well, well, Drake. What a pleasant surprise. And please, tell me why I have the honor of being graced with your presence on this beautiful night." Nissa said mockingly to Drake, feeling powerful and without regret.

*Stroding forwad a stern look upon his face.*

"How dare you defy me like this ... you imputent child! I made you ... and I can distroy you."

*Walking closer... his eyes scanning her powerful figure. He would never do what he just said... she knew that. He loved her, and hated her at the same time. He made her out of love, but you can't make something love you... something Drake still didn't quit understand. He loved her as a child, but also more. His dark features perfectly outlined in the bright night.*

"Why... why Nissa do we have to do this every night?... I gave you the world; would you like me to take away what I've given you? I could always simply kill you."

*Moving faster then the speed of light, placing his massive hand around her thoart, and lifting her high into the air... so she was baicly powerless, her feed dangling. Simply testing her will power... he wanted to see what she could do... not that she could hurt him... but it would be intresting.*

ic-- Nissa looked into her master's eyes with utter contempt, hating every part of him. "You may have given me the world, Drake, but what good is the world without feeling? Without any ability to freely love who we choose?" Nissa broke away from his grasp, floating in blissful flight, ready to fight Drake without mercy. Pulling out her thin Japanese sword and holding it against the light of the moon, Nissa said, grinning with satisfaction," And I know you could never destroy me, even though you made me. You love me too much. Besides, if you will not let me freely live in this world of eternal pleasure, and have me be your eternal slave, I would rather die than live that doomed life." Nissa arrogantly turned the tables on her master, drawing the sword away from her face and drawing it near his throat, ready to slash it open.

*Feeling the blade against his thoart. He simply rolled his eyes; waving his hand (his index, and middle finger togher, and simply swiping the air) and pushing her away instantly; knocking her to the ground. He got a few ropes from the air... which was what he had to do every weekend night.*

"Why do you make me do this? It's not safe for you to be out. It's never been safe. You are only safe with me."

*Kneeling as the ropes begain to bind her body tightly so she couldn't move, standing her up and kissing her lips... then pulling away.*

"You're as beautiful as the day i made you... but you still don't see do you?... you will in time... you will in time."

*Un doing the ropes... and looking at her...*

"If you wish to fight me... come and attack me my dear."

ooc-- can any of you get someone to play Nissa's lover?
ic-- Nissa was knocked onto the ground in an unexpected strike. She looks hatefully at Drake, spitting after he had kissed her. "Don't you 'dear' me... you're a bastard, and always will be, you know that?" Nissa turned away from him, now completely shedding her arrogant and happy mask that covered her true sadness from losing her vampire lover. She started to shed an immortal tear, a tear that looked like a pearl or a drop of the light of the moon. She started to say, her throat choked with a storm of sudden tears, "I can't understand why you won't let me love him. He and I love each other eternally, and there's nothing I can do here but fight with you and fall into despair. Drake," she started to say, wiping away some of her tears and turning only her head towards her master, "I've been out all night before, in circumstances that I don't think you have even experienced. If you think I am only safe with you, why didn't you make me your slave instead of an immortal." Nissa turns away, falling even deeper into sadness-- she wouldn't be able to look at Drake for the rest of this night. "Please let me go, Drake. If you have something for me to see, I know I will see it in time. I need him, my Maker. More than anything, and you nor anyone else will stop me. I will be free of all of you, even if I have to kill all of these people to get my freedom. Consider that a promise." Nissa finally broke down in tears, remembering her days with her vampire love and how she had been abruptly taken away from him. She held herself in a fetal position, and murmured through the thickness of the jacket that surrounded her, "Now either let me go or leave."

*Kneeling down towards her, how could he tell her?... was it even possiable to conceive the truth. What is truth if the person does not belive. She thought someone else as her maker; not him. Pa how could she think that? It was HIM... she couldn't possiably love him... it was a mask... a trick that vampires chose to play. He couln't bare it any longer... he would tell her soon enough. He knew the vampire was close... soon he would come... very soon. Getting up, walking away slowly, and snaping his fingers to undo the ropes. Reapearing in his chambers... where he slowly cried the same pearly tears ... in silence, and solitude.*

ic-- Nissa felt her maker leave in a sudden use of magic, and she started to reduce the flow of her tears, and stand up, but not yet emotionally strong enough to see if her maker was still there. She started to walk, crying silently as she did, towards her home, hoping that her friend Alastor was there. She needed a friend like him to talk to after something like this happenend. Alastor was one of Nissa's best friends, and she hoped that he would be willing to listen to her sorrow and help her through it. Nissa grasped the half of the silver rose pendant that was inside her coat as she walked, feeling as though her lover was gently caressing her and all her sadness was gone.

Alastor sat in her room, it was pretty big, covered with all sorts of strange ornaments and other mystic stuff, he lay on her bed and fell asleep...

ic-- Nissa went into her room with her extra key. She silently entered, and carefully closed the door behind her, locking it and making sure it made no noise. Nissa carefully whispered, "Alastor, are you there?", repeating it several times. Entering her bedroom and taking off her jacket but removing the pendant from it and keeping it in her pocket, Nissa finds Alastor sleeping blissfully on her bed. She smiles, seeing him completely unaware of the world around him. At this moment, as Nissa got a blanket and covered Alastor with it, she felt more like a sister to him than anything else. Carefully wrapping her friend in the blanket so that he wouldn't be cold, Nissa set up a futon on the floor so that she could get some sleep after her altercation with her Maker Drake. Wiping away one last tear, Nissa lays down on the futon and whispers loudly to Alastor, "Good night, my friend. Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite." Nissa smiles sadly at her last comment as she herself drifts off to sleep.

Alastors body slowly drooped over the side of the bed and came crashing down on top of Nissa. He woke up suddenly "what the?"

ic-- Nissa woke up suddenly when Alastor fell on top of her, moving quickly out of his way. She was very shocked, for she had only fallen asleep. "Sorry, Alastor. Is everything okay? Bad dream, or...." Nissa trailed off, really not knowing what to say-- she had never had someone fall on top of her while she was sleeping before.

*He slowly looked up at her and felt butterflies in his stomach, he was a bit nervous but for some reason he was happy, he looked into her eyes and saw something he had never saw before, he saw her in a new light now not as a freind but as a.....*
:Looks away:
Yeah... I.. I'm fine

ic--"Are you sure?" Nissa asked him, looking very confused. In the moment he had looked at her, it seemed that everything had changed... for him, at least. Afraid of what he might say in response to her question, she quickly turned over on her futon and said, "Well, good night, Alastor. Sweet dreams." Nissa slipped into a deep sleep, full of dreams of her lover. They were back in his bed again, in the city of Paris. She could feel his arms gently cradling her body, like a prized porcelain doll that was sacred to its owner. She sighed in her sleep, soothed by this image. Nissa's lips parted softly in sleep as she remembered the last time they had made love. He was a gentle angel who wanted her more than anything, and she had given herself over to the vampire who she loved more than anything in the world. Nissa gasped quietly in sleep, then emerged deep into her dream, lost to reality-- as far as her mind was concerned, Nissa was in Paris again, in the bed of her lover, quietly making love to the vampire who held the key to her heart.

Ale (my nickname for Alastor) on the other hand could not get any sleep he still had that feeling from when he looked up at her, he heard her gasping and thought she was having a nightmare, he tossed and turned but to no previal, he lay awake looking up at the ceiling....

ooc- im gona prop out of this thread

ic-- Nissa jolted awake, her sleep prevented by her dream, for it was not just a memory of a single time when she and her vampire lover made love, it was just one image in a series of memories. The memory of Drake ripping her from her true love's arms was the last in the series of flashbacks, and the one that had made Nissa jolt awake. She sat on her futon, just hoping she could get back to sleep. No luck. Nissa sighed, and arose from her bed, going to her bookcase and getting a book called Oscurità di luce from the shelf. Sitting at her desk and trying not to wake Alastor, who she thought was still sleeping. Nissa took out the half of the silver rose that her lover had given to her, stroking the cold metal as her hand turned the pages of the old book.