A simple vampire and human roleplay that takes place in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Some vampires are simply killing machines, while others still have human emotions in tact after centuries. Some are predators while others are poets and lovers. In one of the most romantic and darkest cities in the world, there will be bloodshed, death, and love everlasting.

Mortals guard your heart, but let the right one in...

Rules
1.Please be litterate. This means four well-written sentences per post.
2.You may play as either a vampire or human.
3.To join, please tell me who your favorite musical artist is. Mine is CocoRosie. 
4.You may use either a paragraph intro or a skeleton. Please do not use anime pictures in your descriptions if you do decide do use pictures.
5.Only three characters per writer, please.
6.Please be respectful of other writers.
7.I don't care if you swear.
8.Romance and violence are highly encouraged.
9.Remember that I do reserve the right to ask you to leave or refuse your entry.

((My favorite musical artist would probably be Britney Spears at the moment. lol))

Name: Kale Hall Age: Looks to be about 17 Gender: Male Human or Vampire: Vampire Looks: Kale Personality: He loves the taste of human blood, but sometimes it just doesn't feel right killing human beings. Especially since he was one. He usually has an attitude and is impatient. You will find out the rest of his personality when we start. It is to hard for me to stick to these things. Bio: He was taken away from his family at a young age and turned to a vampire. Why they didn't kill him, he doesn't fully know. He thinks they just needed to recruit new vampires and they could sense he hate and anger to his parents and his desire to leave home. He was what you could call a rebel child. Even though he was always getting into trouble his parents loved him very much but always has to punish him for the things he would do. After a few years of being "kidnapped" his parents just gave up looking for him with the thought that he was dead and would never be found. Now he tries to forget his past and keep moving forward with his new life. He is always on his own and hates being alone sometimes. But he cures that by finding a human and then feeding on them. It is rare to experience his sweet side, but it is there. He is just trying to find the right person to show it to. His heart was hardened and it will take a miracle for him to soften up again.

ooc: May I join please? I adore vampire roleplays, and have been looking for another one to join. Oh, and my favorite band would have to be a tie between Voltaire and the Cruxshadows.

Oc: I wanna join as well. My favorite band is Porcelain and the Tramps.

ooc: I want to join too. My favorite band is Black Eyed Peas at the moment.

OoC: May I join? May favourite band is Paramore, and my favourite music artist is Rihanna. I hope I spelled it right.. xD

Onto Other Calamities.:. I would like to join! My favorite band is either t.A.T.u or The Presets.

My favorite... is Kimeru, I guess. He's good. =)

If I can join I'm thinking about using a paragraph intro for my charries. ^_^

[ [ May I join? My favorite is either Blink-182, NeverShoutNever or Chase Coy/Dear Juliet. ] ]

((Of course you may all join! And you may use either skellies or paragraphs for your intros. Whichever you prefer.))

ooc|| Room for one more, I hope. Though, it may be two more if I find the inspiration for more than one character. x3

As for a favorite band, er, Pink. Though, she's not exactly a band; close enough, I hope.

((Of course the almighty Pink counts. Anyone with a voice like that counts. And go for two if you can!))

Name: Chance Aubrey Wiren

Age: 19

Human or Vampire: Human

Appearance: Chance Aubrey Wiren (None of those are mine)

Personality: Aubrey can get complicated. She can be happy as a fat kid with cake one second, then want to ductape your hair off. But she's usually a caring friend. She's your shoulder to cry on, and your own personal therapist. She's also a walking diary. She takes every secret to her grave, unless she's drunk and in the 'I love you, man' stage. But Aubrey looks for a good time, with the thrill of causing trouble and running from authority. She likes to live on the edge, and will try anything more than once, even if she didn't like it the first thirty times.

ooc|| Alrighty. [: Here's the first.

Name; Pomona Gray Race; Human Age; eighteen Gender; female Sexual Orientation; straight Appearance; To put it simply, one could describe Pomona as average; or, well, below average. If she wants to reach five feet tall, Pom has to put on a pair of her heels. Pom is only four foot eleven, which often puts her under eye level. Petite, and in more than one way. Pomona’s whole frame is tiny—she can still shop in the kids’ section at the mall. Though, what she lacks in mass is made up for in hair. As she says, her hair is almost as tall as she is, and just as wide. Atop her head there is something that resembles a giant red rat’s nest. There are too many ringlets to separate, so she’s stopped trying. Now, her mess of strawberry blonde hair has a mind of its own; not to say it looks unattractive, her locks just take on an untamed appearance. Her hair is only one of two of Pom’s edgier characteristics. Her eyes are the other. Her deep grey eyes seem to see things that no one else can. Such orbs never focused on one thing; instead, Pom often looks through things. Of course, all the things she sees, she wants to share with the world; only, Pom’s unnaturally red lips move just a bit faster than everyone else’s. Personality; Like the weather, Pom’s mood changes on a daily basis. One day she’ll be loud and outgoing, but the next day she might sulk in her apartment all day long. It’s like mood swings to the max. Though, no matter her mood, Pom is always guaranteed to be in her own little world. Without meaning to, she always seems to ignore everyone and everything around her. Her mind is a very confusing place to be, and on a regular basis she manages to lose herself there. In an instant she’ll become completely unaware of her surroundings, which could one day prove to be a health hazard. But, for now, she’s quite content living this way. Habits; Pomona can’t be still. It’s impossible. It really, really is. She’s always in motion, whether she’s pacing the room or bouncing in her seat. Clothing style; Her attire ranges from the ugliest, but most comfortable, sweats to the most glamorous party dresses and heels you’ve ever seen. Needless to say, her closet it fairly large. What she wears on any given day is decided by her mood—and what is clean. Though, there is one thing you are always sure to find with her every day: an over-sized ring on her index finger. Without one, Pom claims she feel naked. Bio; Pom lived a simple, boring life growing up. Her parents, the couple she calls mom and dad, were unable to have children; so they adopted a little girl who had been orphaned by a terrible car wreck. They didn’t keep this a secret from her; she knew they were not her biological parents, but that knowledge made no difference. They were her parents, and she loved them with all her heart. She went to school like anyone else. Monday through Friday her life was wasted away being stuffed into a single classroom with thirty other students. What a bore. Most the time she’d daydream, which is where she probably picked up the habit of losing herself to her thoughts. Dislikes; Fruity flavored gum. Slow cars. Slow people. Slowness in general. Scary movies. Sprained ankles. Broken toes. Coffee. Tea. Likes; Dancing. Chocolate. Diet coke. Red cars. Ice skates. Self-opening doors. Stairs. Escalators. Dogs. Big dogs. Other; For being someone so nimble on her feet, Pomona is a complete and total klutz. Though it’s not something she admits, she was just realized from the insanity ward at the local hospital. No, Pomona’s not crazy. She fell through a glass coffee table. The only part of her cut was her wrist, from where she tried to catch herself. And, of course, no one was with her when she dialed 911. The medics assumed it was attempted suicide. Now, she’s sporting a lovely lime green cast on her left wrist.

((Would we like to start? I generally don't use skellies. My first post usually serves as an intro of sorts.))

ooc: Thank you

Name: Viviane Renee Nighte Age: Eighteen Gender: Female Vampire or Human: Vampire Orientation: Straight Appearance: Viviane Personality: She is a quite person really, not speaking until she is spoken to most of the time. She does not like to speak the first word, and will instead wait until you speak first. Her face usually is emotionless, and she tends to keep it that way. Emotions aren't something that she readily shows. Once you get to know her she is a nice person though. She's a person interested in poetry, roses, music, and cemeteries. Bio: She was neither forced into vampirism, but nor was she willing. When she was turned, she was sitting in the cemetery. She said that she didn't really like how she was at the moment, that she was an outsider. A vampire came and changed that. But it wasn't what she wanted really, wasn't what she was looking for. She has gotten over it though, and just lives her life now. Other: She wears a black, leather trench coat, black sunglasses, and platform boots that look like this: boots

.: Can I join? And my favorite band at the moment is Paramore. :.

Name: Sonia Hale Age: looks 19 but is 265 yrs old Human or vampire: Vampire Appearance:Sonia Personality: Sonia is hard to get along with and is very shy. She never liked feeding on humans but when she did she never killed them. Sonia has never been a person to love easy but it's there...barely. History: It was Sonia's choice to become a vampire but it was either do it or die. For most of Sonia's life, she was taken care of by a vampire, but soon others found out and they were going to kill them both. So instead of death, Sonia chose immortal life without the one who turned her. For many years, Sonia traveled and learned many different things but always came back to New Orleans. She always came back because this was where she was born. Other: Sonia has a smoking problem and enjoys singing.

((Sure. We've always got room for one more,))

Ooc: May I Join? Favorite Band Currently is Mindless Self Indulgence. I Suppose. Im Going to Go Ahead and Use a Paragraph Intro. But I'll Put a Skelly at the End Just incase Anybody wants to Come Back For Later Reference.))