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As the day began in a remote mountain range in Japan, Terry Les Demones woke up From his unpeaceful slumber. as he awoke he woke up in a cold sweat.

" I got to stop staying up so late" Demones

As He got out of bed he stood up and Streched his back and arms, showing off his very bulit body, reminants of his former military service.

" I hate this house, Steve!" yells Demones

" yes sir" says Steve

" Do you know how old I am Steve" said Demones

" No sir, you never told me" replied

" I'm 30, Can you believe it. 30 and still single" said Demones with a sense of displeasure

" sir some people are not meant to be with someone sir" said Steve

" maybe so Steve but I am not one of those people" said Demones

As Demones got dressed, he got a grand idea he thought of holding a party, no a ball. He would invite everyone in hope that he would find his one true love

" Steve, Call the party company spare no expense, I want the best Ball to ever be thrown. And I want only Singles to come. got it Steve." ordered Demones

" Yes sir, right away." replied Steve

Anyone may Rp here, because everyone is invited

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((OOC: Wasn't the Rosian you banged good enough :p))

OOC: the setting is after that, note " i got to stop staying up so late" . but now i need someone that will be there for me. I want someone specail to share my empire with. Remember money doesn't buy happiness

come on people, please Rp back

OOC: I might of....just MIGHT of considered replying to this thread if not for two reasons.

1) Your leader is a president, don't like them, they tend to hate peace and love oil.

2) You did that same crap about "well built body". I'm sick of that bullshit, flawless characters are boring, characters with flaws are interesting if pulled off well. A flaw is always more eye-catching than a flaw that isn't there.

My 2 pence.

I dont know very many company with a dicator controling them. i dont love oil, i control it. and he does not have a flawless body. all i said was well built. i never said he had no flaws. He has a gun shot wound on his stomach, and a another one on his left shoulder. he was in the military

. . . intresting ...)

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OOC: I dont know very many company with a dicator controling them. i dont love oil, i control it.

The latter part is self explanatory, the first, shows how misinformed you are, corporations hold increasing sway in the western world, a world of wealth and luxury but sadly, built on the foundations of greed.

and he does not have a flawless body. all i said was well built. i never said he had no flaws. He has a gun shot wound on his stomach, and a another one on his left shoulder. he was in the military

Sorry about that, but I'm plain sick of hearing about "well built" individuals, I'm glad to hear about the flaws but I wish they were a bit less heroic. Also, now I know hes not some floorless git, I'll gladly participate in the RP.




IC:In the dark hall fashioned of white, blue veined marble; lined with black pillars , Kul'Lush Zan Varr gave a small grin, her rosebud mouth looking strange around the suprisingly cruel looking expression. Her eyes quickly scanned the black marble walls, her eyes even reached up into the high ceiling, where a single, angled square skylight give a shaft of light that illuminated the House Krieg crest embossed on the marble floor, the noblewomen's eyes fell to the small envelope once more, content with her solitude, she began to pry open the seal before getting to the contents. Her dark eyes, glittered like polished enbony as her calculating eyes skimmed the invite, he long black hair fair to the middle of her back. Kul'lush's fair skinned face complimented her pronounced cheek bones, the same features that gave her a regal air fit for a noble, also gave her a sinister, dangerous look that made people step twice about her.

As Kul'Lush; holder of the 3rd seat of House Krieg, finished reading the invite, she simply turned on her heel and set off down a cold corridor, black walls and white floors seemed to contrast to the extent you'd think they'd strike sparks. Kul'Lush made her through through corners and turns, passage after passage until she came to her room. She pushed open the door the heavy oak door with ease. Kriegos women were strong, Kriegorgrad was rife with disease, those who weren't strong: died.

Kul'lush let out a breath, it was so much warmer, before her, a lavishly decorated room was waiting expectantly, like a hound wanting to please it's master, a large stone fireplace roared and crackled in the corner, smoke wafting up a chimney and into the dark, grey sky that loomed over Kriegorgrad like a swarm of locust. She didn't even notice the white tiger pelt that covered alot of the marble streaked floor, the black floor, Kul'Lush had specific tastes, she liked black. Kul'Lush only noticed the wooden table in the corner, an ink pot and pen lying ready on a table littered with scripts and leather bound books.

Kul'Lush made her way across the room, tapestries of scenes of hunting and victories of Kriegorgrad gazed down on her, before sitting on the high backed wooden chair, an elaborate cushion made sure the hard wood didn't make for an uncomfortable perch when scribblings writings down onto one of the many scraps of paper that littered the desk. Behind Kul'lush, a cat meowed, Kul'Lush smiled, she liked cats, and turned gleefully to see the self-important creature, jet black and with more than it's share of fur, purring indignantly on the four-poster bed, the creature's eyes locked with Kul'Lush's before letting out another meow, a small, whiney noise that demanded food- And often got it- and attention.

Kul'Lush turned around and set back to her work, she plucked the pen from it's pot before dipping it back into the ink, she then began to write in long, fanciful writing that was only done by a hand of noble blood, in Kriegorgrad anyway.

To Demones

I will be delighted to attend your party, I hope this will be able to cement ties between Kriegorgrad and Weapons-Tech. I also hope to speak at length with you, I have heard good things.

Yours, Kul'Lush Zan Varr Krieg, Holder of the 3rd seat of House Krieg

And then Kul'Lush summoned a servant to take the message, as soon as he was out of the door, she threw herself onto the bed, the cat gave a start before seeing it was her, the thing had been sleeping, the cat began to purr as she scratched it behind the ears. Kul'Lush smiled.

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As Demones walked down his large and well craved solid Black marble stair case, with a banister made from black ivory ,whiched spiraled down a vertical tunnel with tourches burning reveiling paintings from Piccosso, Michealangelo. and other random painters. as Demones walked down the stairs more tourches light by them selves, showing a large hallway with more tourches and white marble pillars, with very expensive scultures made of bronze.

He opens a large door made of crome, fashioning a japanese engravings, and swords. as the door opens very bright lights shine through, hurting Demones's eyes'. And he calls for his sevent steve to see if anyone has responed to the invite.

" yes sir, we have one rsvp sir, a women named
Kul'Lush Zan Varr Krieg, Holder of the 3rd seat of House Krieg. " replies steve

" thank you. steve" replies Demones.

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come on ineed more then this

getting lonely.

fine i will go to the ball to, i am single .


other people may come it is an open invite

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I think I will come in to this later

As Hobbeeb Got the invite in his lavishly decorated Throne room, decorated with a solid gold throne with Gems implanted over the top and on the sides, and with Solid Ivory Statues and the most expensive Marble floors with Solid Red Silk long lane rug, surrounded by The 6 Guardians of Light in there $13 million armor, designed with gold, silver, rubies, and Black pearls with a cape made of Pure chinese Silk colored by the blood of the former Guardians. Each guard Holding self built .50 calib. pistols and self made swords. As Hobbeeb started to open the invite he got the scent of depression from the invitor.

" Master General, Get the Cotton Paper and Octopus ink I have a Special letter to write." says Hobbeeb

" Yes sir, Would you like the Eagle feather pen as well?" asked The general

" yes , get the pen too." Replied Hobbeeb

As the general Left, Hobbeeb called in his brother and Fellow Emperor Carl Oboneo.

" Do you mind I was trying to design the new crown" said Carl

" How would you like to go to a ball with me? It will prove to be a good party." says Hobbeeb

" Sure, I'll clear my schedule for it. of whats the dress? " Asked Carl

" I am sure its going to be formal, but dont hold your breath" Says Hobbeeb sarcasticly

As the general returned, he gave the paper and ink and pen to Hobbeeb
he began to write to Terry Les Demones

Dear Terry Les Demones,

I ,Hobbeeb Oboneo, Am pleased to accept your invite to your ball, and my brother Carl will also be attending,I do so wish that it will not be any trouble to you.

Thank you for your gracious invitation

Hobbeeb Oboneo

The Yocastan Royal family was sitting down to dinner when the invite arrived.
Selane: Hmm, a ball. My daughters it appears that you have been invited to a Soire being thrown by WTI. I feel that Leyana and Jhenavive should go. It is far past time that you all should be looking for husband's.

Reply sent...

Yocasta would be pleased to send her two younger daughters.

bump. will rp in a sec.