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 Get a FREE visitor map for your site! There is a big difference between OOC and RP. Some people seem not to understand this. Any OOC commitments are clear and you will be aware of them. Otherwise it is RP. Do not feel betrayed OOC by anything that happens IC. (Borrowing from a friends profile) "To feel betrayed in character would be natural in come cases. If such happens to your character, it is likely I respect you and feel you could rise to the circumstances and challenge, not turn it into OOC drama." I am a Dom / Vampire - RP is RP OOC is OOC If you dont want me to bite you dont play with me. I am aggressive , verbaly, physicaly and sometimes mentaly. Tell me your limits and I will abide by them. If I dont know you already then it will take me a while to trust you OOC. You must let me know what your RP limits are and I will abide by them. NO OOC DRAMA - First sign of drama im gone. I can be very distant at times and I have a sadistic nature. I like to watch a blade run accross your flesh and the blood drip from the wound until I am unable to contain myself and lick the blood from it. I will enjoy watching the welts rise on your body and feel the warmth of them under my hands. I will want to lick the tears from your eyes as they roll down your checks. I want to know what gives you a knot in your stomach then push that feeling further. Its all in good fun you know. T Personal RP Bio: Never quite fit in as a human. Abused as a child by trusted family members, tried to describe the terror he experienced no one believed him. This one learned early on that the only one to be trusted is himself. Comfort was to be found in the shadows and figuring out things on his own had its advantages. Being quiet and apart from the world allowed a freedom. He learned to blend and appear connected yet when others were sad or happy he was always wondering what they "felt". This trait in his nature would some day allow him feed with no regard for human life. A string of attempted connections with humans left him even more bitter and sadistic. He was beginning to lash out and find individuals who he could dominate and control for his pleasure and release his anger upon. Then he met his maker. An astonishing female. She was different. She had a cold heart. Her eyes were dead. Her skin white. Her lips red. She was even more hard than he was. He had to have her. She made him then left him to fend for him self. Her blood pumps through is veins now. He misses her. That cold hearted one. Yet now he understands. He is able to finally "feel" to "see" to "taste". He struggles with keeping things in balance now. His inner demons are alive and he enjoys the struggle. It is the same but somehow different. He now knows that he is superior to the cattle upon which he feeds. Even to most other of his type. They simply do not understand. Some day he will find one who does. Until then he will simply continue to exist in the dark. Battling his demons alone. There is no need to speak about it to those who do not understand. One day she will appear. After all he has all eternity now to wait. He has the bliss of the moment as well. The thrill of the fangs sinking into the neck. The warm blood filling his mouth. The smell of the fear in the air. The sound of the fading heart beat. She moisture of the sweat dripping off the body. So many new things to learn. He is enjoying his torment now. Both the self inflicted and the punishment he inflicts upon his carefully chosen victims. .jpg)
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