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New Journal Entries
http://crimsonrequiem.wordpress.com/
A slew of new journal entries can be found on my wordpress account for Cam Anarch, Requiem, and Lost.
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OOC Sidenotes
1. Membership renewed
2. New character, hayley made for req
3. Poetry used in posts is my personal property.
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[Hayley-Requiem] What night hides...
Night has folded the landscape into dark shadows, and a frigid cold settles into the ground.
She sits, a red leather journal resting open in her lap, a pen idle in her fingers as she watches a lone shooting star flicker briefly in and out of the sky.
Pinpricks of white diamond bright
the words blossom darkly across the white pages, she stares ( Read more... ) -
Words
Sometimes I play with words. Roll them around in my mouth to determine the taste of them, the texture on my tongue ( Read more... ) -
[Anica] Beginning History
Anna Orphaned at a young age, and left in the streets to die or survive on her own wits, Anna did what she must. From age 8 she was a pickpocket, a thief and a common whore. Large brown eyes in a heart shaped face, small mouthed and button nosed with the voice of an angel and the mind of a demon ( Read more... ) -
(Anica) New Requiem PC..
Anyone want to tie in, tag me with your email....its a weird concept...Nos Azerkatil...i want to get her ties and history done before I toss up her app.
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[OWoD-Viviane] CHARACTER TIES!!!!
I'm playing a Ventrue. I desperatly would like ties with folks.
http://wiki.white-wolf.com/camwiki/index.php?title=Viviane_Marks
I'm looking for allies, enemies, friends, lovers, old sabbat packmates.
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New Mage - TIES PLEASE?
I'm making a new second primary in Mage.
Wiki is: http://wiki.white-wolf.com/camwiki/index.php?title=Brynhildr
She is an Obrimos Adamantine Arrow. She's a Hero/Soldier concept.
She's in her mid twenties, and is a recently retired pro MMA fighter. -
[Roxy] a new night....the same girl....and coming home
She quietly stares at the car in front of her, covered by a storage tarp.
One hand absently strokes the head of a the large rottie at her side, the other silently lights a cigarette.
"There is no such thing as friendship among our kind, Rox. Not even mine."
His voice echoes in her mind, purring through her memories, through laughter and tears. ( Read more... ) -
[Penny] Dia del Muerte
Dia del Muerte.
The night is drenched in heat. The acrid scent of desert, almost overpowered by the putrid stench of the city. The noxious blend of garbage, car fumes, and the irritating stink of humanity.
I used to be human.
You're not anymore. A velvet whisper, caressing the recesses of her mind, slipping through her memories, slicing her sanity ( Read more... )