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Nicholi (The Dark Uke) · June 1st, 14, 05:16 PM

(However, I normally do not play Canon Characters or Canon Roleplaying very often. I can not pass up an oppertunity to play out one of my most favorite anime's of all time. Rurouni Kenshin. I need someone to play as Hiko Seijūrō. The setting is in Kyoto right after the Meiji Revolution. Himura Kenshin, heavily known as the Hitokiri Battōsai at this time has vowed never to kill again. In turn tossing his Katana and Wakizashi, only to hold a sakabatō (A reversed-edge sword, in english subs/dubs known as the Reverse-Blade Sword.). His desire to kill had gotten so great in the war that now, he can no longer find himself able to practice the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū Style without turning back into the dreaded Hitokiri Battōsai once again. This is where he seeks out his Master, Hiko Seijūrō XIII, in hopes that this man can help him in destroying the Battōsai's nature of needing bloodshead. As you can see, I have done extensive research in order to get proper names right a long with the timing of this roleplay. PM me for a quicker response.

I do hope someone wishes to help me with this idea!)

Name: Himura Kenshin
Age: 28 years old
Location: Kyoto
History: Kenshin was born into a peasant family under the given name of "Shinta". After losing both his parents to cholera by age seven, he was sold into slavery. The slave-traders' caravan was attacked by bandits who kill all of the peasants except for Shinta, who was saved by a skilled swordsmanship master named Hiko Seijūrō. He renames the boy "Kenshin", as the name 'Ken' (sword) and 'Shin' (heart) were more fitting for a swordsman. After a few years under Seijūrō's guidance, Kenshin's wish to protect the people with his skills results in his abandonment of both his master and his training, which was left incomplete and with a heated bitter departure. His sword skills soon attracted the attention of Katsura Kogorō, a leader of the Chōshū clan.

Kenshin was sent to Kyoto and assigned the role of an assassin, sharing the common goal of the Ishin Shishi upon the Tokugawa shogunate. Within the first six months of his career, he kills over 100 people, and eventually becomes known as the "Hitokiri Battōsai". At one point, he comes face to face with a woman named Yukishiro Tomoe, who initially wanted to avenge the death of her fiancé whom Kenshin had killed, but falls in love with him instead and starts a romantic relationship. After the crisis suffered by the Chōshū clan in the Ikedaya Jiken, both Kenshin and Tomoe act as a married couple to keep anyone from finding out Kenshin's true identity as an assassin and flee to a remote village.

Sometime later, Tomoe meets with the leader of the Yaminobu, a fictional pro-Shogunate covert network of ninjas that had formulated a plan to assassinate Kenshin. She realizes that all along they had actually used her to create Kenshin's weakness. Meanwhile, Kenshin runs off to find his wife, but was ambushed by Yaminobu ninjas and was severely wounded. He manages to defeat them and eventually finds Tomoe with the leader of the Yaminobu. In a desperate attempt to defeat the leader, Kenshin blindly swings his sword, killing both his assailant and Tomoe, who jumps in at the last minute to save Kenshin from a fatal attack. Tomoe's knife flies into the air and coincidentally slashes Kenshin's already scarred cheek, creating the famous X-shaped scar across his left cheek. Before dying, her last words come to reveal the dark tragedy that ultimately leaves Kenshin forever changed.

Following the death of Tomoe, Katsura, feeling heavily responsible for Kenshin's loss and his manipulation under the miserly traitor Iizuka, recruits Shishio Makoto to replace him as an assassin, and reassigns him as a guerrilla swordsman protecting the Imperialists. After the end of the Bakumatsu, Kenshin leaves the Ishin Shishi's ranks, his experiences resolving him to protect those unfortunate without the need for death and bloodshed. Arai Shakkū, a famed swordsmith of the Ishin Shishi and acquaintance of the Battosai, realizing the change that the turbulent era brought on to his friend, the virgin perspective that he now has resolved to keep, and concerned how his friend would carry his journey without the need for self defense and necessary force to carry out his ideals against the wayward, issues him the challenge to uphold his newfound path and tosses him the first of his signature weapon into the future, the kageuchi of the Sakabatou, marking Kenshin's end as a Hitokiri.

Appearance:
(Hitokiri Battōsai)

(Himura Kenshin)

A Long Awaited Reunion

And here he was, walking along the same path the he thought he never would again return to. For the past year, he found himself in nightmares of what he had done within the Meiji Revolution. Being tricked into believing what he had done was the right thing. And yet, he found himself unable to break what the Meiji Revolution had brought out within himself. Hitokiri Battōsai. Bloodshead is all he knew now, it was as if it were second nature to him... or that is what he had thought back there.

He didnt want to see the blood anymore, however, he also didnt want to see the weak suffer more than they already had within the Meiji Revolution. This was suposta be a time of peace and happiness, no suffering, no pain or fear of being killed within the shadows. But still, it happened almost every night now. Hearing screams of those whoms lives were being taken all to soon. And... in his dreams, he could hear their plea's. How could he have done all those terrible things to them?

A flicker came to his eyes as he continued down this path, he knew where it lead. The realization of himself going to the only one he thought could keep Hitokiri Battōsai from killing needlessly once again. His footsteps came to a stop as his gaze stayed casted down upon the ground as he had made it to the clearing. A small hut in the center, where his Master now lived. Could he really ask for this man's help after what he had done to the man those many years ago?

Flashbacks of what had happened between the two played out in his mind for a long moment. Yet, no sadness ever shown on himself. He was confused, he had just been tricked by the government into believing such lies. To believe that he was making a better generation for everyone around Kyoto. Only to be told that he had been betrayed, that they all had been betrayed by the ones they were working for... for a better life that was never to come.

Kenshin's gaze lifted after such a long time with his thoughts. He had to try in the very least, and he felt as if his own Master... Hiko Seijūrō XIII, was the only one that would be able to change him back from being the Hitokiri Battōsai that he is now.

"Master..."

The word traveled in the wind around the place.

Nicholi (The Dark Uke) · June 1st, 14, 05:18 PM

I need someone to play as Itachi. I need him to take Sasuke in and treat his wound, after he is better that is when Sasuke's secret will come out. Being angered by what Orochimaru has done to his brother, he finds himself unable to let his brother go back to Konoha and finally caves in allowing him to see pein to let him join the Akatsuki so that Itachi may better protect his brother from what is to happen later.

Lost Without You

It had been to long, he could remember the day clearly when his brother left the leaf village. Sasuke had be to proud of himself to beg his brother to stay. He had issues with his brother, but he loved his brother all the same. It had been over three years since he had become one of the black ops. His white guard gleeming in the light, contrasting against the black shirt and pants underneith.

Sasuke had left the mission he had been on with the others. He needed some air, telling the others that he would return to the village and a small lie of him feeling slightly ill. However, it was not a complete lie. What had happened the night before, being ambushed by Orochimaru... something had happened that he would never allow anyone to know about. But there was something he absolutely had to do.

Sasuke found himself jumping into a tree near the Akatsuki territory. His gaze sharp as he scanned the area. No signs of anyone nearby, but he could still feels his brothers chakra nearby. Sitting down on the branch he was on, he waited. He waited for his brother to come to him. They never held ill will towards each other, but they did have their differences. He had to let his brother know that he still loved him... a little more than what Itachi knew.

But how could he get to it through his brothers thick skull that he really did need to be in the Akatsuki... to be near him? A soft groan left his lips, he was weak and injured. Yet, he never shown the pain. The gash on his side hidden under the armor he wore was giving him trouble. He would of had the medic nin's to look at it, if it were not for them already away on their own mission. So he came here, he needed his brothers help... and his protection. "Itachi..." He whispered into the night air.

Nicholi (The Dark Uke) · June 1st, 14, 05:20 PM

Vampire Seme needed to take this troubled fledgling in, resire him (The same thing as turning their own into one of the dark, but only an ancient that has the power and strength is able to do it.) and teach him what being a vampire really is about. If you are interested PM me with your possible character information for a quicker response. This roleplay has A LOT of plot twists within it. So never a dull moment.

Forbidden Darkness

Nicholi's life had been rough before he had been turned into this creature of the night. But after he was turned he found himself living in a nightmare. Being tortured every waking moment by his Sire. His Sire's voice echoing in his mind, reminders of what happened and what was to happen in his life. -They will kill you, they will hunt you down like the worthless creature you are and drain you dead.- He was slowly beginning to believe the words of that bastered. Being thrown out on his own to more than likely die.

How could a Sire treat their youngling in such a harsh way if they hadnt wanted one in the first place. Maybe it had something to do with his dark gift. The possession of fire was rare in deed and very hard to control. Was it because he had harmed his Sire with his gift of fire? Maybe the man feared the boy now. But he doubted he would ever know the true answer to that question.

It had been three nights since he had been turned, his gaze lifting to the night sky. He was unknowingly on another Vampires territory. He had wandered all over this cemetery, knew ever rock and crevase. But he found himself in the willow tree in the middle. The only thing giving his hiding place away... A blood red tear that sparkled in the moonlight.

Alone... what did he do to deserve this?

A sound that echoed through the graveyard had his gaze flickering in the moonlight and turning to see what had made the noise. A tall dark figure was moving closer to the tree he was hiding within. He dug himself deeper into the shadows of the tree to keep himself from being found. Fear and hunger in his eyes as they were already rimmed with red. Who would want to let this pretty thing starve? Let alone force the boy to live on his own without any knowledge of being what he was.

Nicholi (The Dark Uke) · June 1st, 14, 05:23 PM

Now as for the vampire character I am looking for in this roleplay. I want him to be very possessive of the boy. I want it to be as if this boy belongs to this vampire in every sense of the word. The vampire must be stern at times because this roleplay will have all the wonderful powerplay/struggles within it. But he also must be caring of his newly found pet.

Later on in the roleplay (Hopefully it makes it that far), the vampire will come to realize that he can not bare to have his little treasure die in front of him (as the boy will still be human, but somethings happen at this time). He will make the choice of giving the boy a life with him that death itself can not tare them apart.

So, If you are interested in this idea. PM (Private Message) me with your character profile and a little bit of the character's history. PMing me will get a quicker response because I am alerted faster that way.

-Introduction-

My name is Regulus Le Roi, Most of you do not know who I am. Others, well... they think they know me. I will start off by telling you a story, that is mysterious but also hard to bare. If you were hoping for cute cuddly bunnies and happy times, then this is not the story for you. But if your looking for a good time, and have dark tastes, then stay... and listen to my story. I Regulus, am darkness, and bound by the night. But I was not born like this, yes i was born into darkness, but I am not one of the purists. And this is the tale of how my life became to what I am. And to the darkness to of my past that I hold close to me, and I am finally going to let everyone know of it. So... listen to what I have to say, but I warn you. My life, is not about cute kittens, nor of little puppy dogs. My tale is about slaves, and the myths that changed my life forever.

Dark Secrets

(They lay hidden beneath our very souls, and only one among our lifetimes can open the door to the dark secrets that we hide away from the world.)

Regulus was walking down the streets of New York, The year was 1842. However, as unaware of anything that could be hidden in the darkness, the darkness is where he often found himself among. He kept walking along the dark streets, a saddened look in his eyes for the fact that he had been kicked out of his fathers house. And being thrown into the cruel cold world, alone.

How could ones own kin thrown out their own with nothing but the clothes on their back? He had done nothing wrong to deserve this type of treatment. However, one of his oldest friends kept a place not to far from here, and that friend had always told him that if he needed a place to stay. Then to use that apartment for his own. It wasn't like his friend ever stayed in the place anyways, but the rent was paid for by some type of old debt that his friend had cashed in on the landlord.

He stopped in the street he was on when He thought he had heard something behind him, looking over his shoulder a little in hopes that maybe he was just being paranoid. Not seeing anything behind him other than the normal darkness and shadows that was known to crawl among these streets at night. He shrugged the feeling off and marked the experience off as paranoia.

So he pressed on to his new home only stopping at the steps when he arrived to the gloomy looking place. But as soon as he was about to go inside he felt something on his shoulder. The feeling wasn't heavy, yet, it wasn't light either. But when he tried to turn his head to take a look, he found himself unable to move. He was temporally paralyzed. That is when he heard it, a dark cold voice against the back of his neck. It sent shivers down his spine despite the fact that he could not move to see whomever it was behind him.

"Shhh... Be still my little one, do not fight my powers." The dark voice had made itself known and had been whispered against the back of Regulus' neck.

The cool breath had caused goosebumps to raise on Regulus' skin, and the thought in the back of his mind was telling him that he needed to run away... If only he could. He found his body starting to tremble a bit, yet he could not fully understand what was happening to him. The feeling of a cold leather collar being placed around his neck startled him out of his thoughts. He tried to get his own voice to work but only to stop his struggling when he seen wisps of curly black hair in his line of vision.

He blinked for a short moment trying to understand what this was about. "Be still." The dark voice once again reached his ears. "I will not harm you, but you must not fight my power so much" The mysterious man that seemed to hide himself behind Regulus whispered.

However, Regulus found that his body was starting to tremble even moreso now than before. He wasn't sure if he was about to be killed right then and there. But before he could catch the sight of the man or even see anymore of the curly locks that he had managed to catch just moments before... He was surrounded by darkness itself.

Regulus was not aware of anything that was happening after the darkness had blindfolded him... or did he pass out? Maybe he had imagined some strange person with magical powers had taken him away after having been thrown out of his home. Yet, He found himself awakening from the darkness onto to find himself upon an unfamiliar bed, and chains had made themselves known by the clanking noise that was tied to his ankle and reached around to a bed post. A strange looking lock held the chains in place against the post. "what is the meaning of this?!!" he asked loudly enough to have his voice echo in the room he was in. His gaze moved around the room to see if anyone else was in there besides himself.

But he was startled when his mouth was covered by a hand. A rather pale hand and the touch was cold. Regulus lifted his gaze to whomever this person... thing was. Fear welled up into his eyes quickly as he caught a glimpse of something, not quite human.

"Shush" the man whispered, his face rather close to Regulus' that left him feeling a bit overcrowded. "Be quiet." The man had whispered yet again. A muffled whimper left Regulus' mouth as he watched the man before him as he had very little choice in the matter at that very moment.

Nicholi (The Dark Uke) · June 1st, 14, 05:25 PM

(I am looking for a seme demon to find the egg covered in dust and dirt that has clung to the surface after so many years have past to break him out with just a touch to the egg. Then to embark in a long journey to help the prince finish off the one that ruined his royal family. Anyone interested, PM me for quicker response.)

Demonic Rebirth

Creatures from hell, these being are merciless in their life as they destroy everything and anything in their path. They have no meaning for life, nor acknowledgment for living beings. They are killing machines forged from the fiery pits of hell itself.

His icy gaze lifted towards the loud crash just down the hallway from his room. Having just laid down to rest before his duties as a prince would interfere in his morning rituals. Jumping out of his bed, to have his boots thud against the wood floor of his room before he rushed out into the hallway. He wasn’t sure what had happened first as was thrown back against the door of his room with a loud groan that rushed out of his lungs.

His vision was blurry as he tried to blink it clear enough to see what the hell was going on. Demons had invaded the castle and were tearing it apart from the inside out. He knew that he wasn’t a match for these creatures that were tearing his home apart. Yet, something came to mind. The sword that had been passed down from generation to generation. He knew that the blasted sword was cursed from the very beginning, but right now he had no choice. It was the only way to kill these damn things.

Darting off towards the back room down the hallway, doors burst open with a loud crash that could be heard behind him. Not even looking back to see what was after him as he rushed up to the alter to open the chest that held the sword. The chest opened with a creak to reveal the black blade that its handle was made of gold with an emerald was carefully placed into it.

He had not the time to admire the handy work as his icy yet changing towards a yellow gaze lifted towards the demons that were already trying to pile into the cramped room. Narrowing his eyes as he gripped the hilt tightly, an odd sensation overwhelmed him within that instant. What was this? He had felt this sensation somewhere before, but he was unable to recall from what. Stepping down from the alter without another thought about it. He swung the blade slicing down demons as he made his way to the door only to be stopped by someone he never thought he would have seen there.

Yellow eyes widened in shock at the powerful Sorcerer blocking his way out. No… What was going on here? Before he had known it, everything was spinning and his vision was going black.

Once a prince standing in the middle of the room, now an emerald egg encasing a demon stood in his place. He was curled up in the center of the see through gem, the cursed sword in his hands. As he lay imprisoned in his torturous state, his kingdom was destroyed. All that he knew and everyone that he loved, died that very day by the Sorcerer’s magic and the very demon’s the man had summoned to do his dirty work.

Would he ever get out of this? If he did, there was only one thing that he wanted to do. Kill that bastered that ruined his life. But first, he needed out of this damn thing!