((Feyth, sure. c:

I'm so anxious to start but not everyone has posted their bios yet. D:))

Name~ Jezzabella Kowal

Gender~ female

Age~ 17

Looks~

Species~ human

Are they wearing a certain dress?~ white

Personality~ 

The first thing one would observe about Jezzabella is her amazing frankness and practicality. What drives Jezzabella most is her broad outlook, and her quick, positive grasping power of almost any kind of problem. She always thirsts for challenges in life. Jezzabella is very caring and lively towards her loved ones, and has a great tendency of understanding her mistakes and learning from them. Jezzabella loves her freedom too much. Jezzabella has a fear of closed spaces. Jezzabella can sometimes be excessively possessive.

History~...

Other~...

((wow.  this rp is getting kinda big... o.O))

((Zozo, join! D:<

Feyth, sure. ;D

Ash, black, I guess. xD

Fun, yes, it is. ^0^

I'm starting because I can't help it. D:<))

Crystal glared at her white clothes.  Because of those stupid clothes she'd have to marry some stupid creature of the night or she'd die.  Well, maybe she would have a chance.  Her clothes weren't a dress, so maybe dark creatures would just glance at her and walk away because she is wearing a white strapless top that shows her belly and a white, short, skirt instead of a white dress.  But then again, she'd die if she didn't have a relationship with a dark creature.  If only she could have also persuaded those stupid people to free her.  The only thing she could do was get them to make her wear the white clothes instead of a long white dress (she felt that she would have a better chance at living normally if it wasn't a white dress).

She heard leaves crackle behind her, and spun around swiftly the second the noise reached her ears.  A rabbit hopped out from bush, and she rolled her eyes.  "Just a rabbit," she muttered.  "Not something I need to pay attention to." She turned around and continued on her way.  She glanced up at the sky, and noticed the moon-- the big white ball lingering in the sky that her dress represented.... or something like that.  If only it were daytime, then she would have a break from avoiding dark creatures.

Suddenly, she felt an intense pain all over her body, and fell to the ground.  "Stupid spell," she said weakly, and curled up.  It must have just turned midnight, because everyday she was alone with no dark creature that she had a relationship with was everyday she suffered intense pain and got weaker.  The group that was forcing girls to wear dresses caused all this, they were what made her forced to love a dark creature, what was causing all this pain.

After the intense pain ended, she pushed herself up.  Of course she was weaker, but not weak enough that she wouldn't be able to get around.  She walked forward, not really heading anywhere.  She was just wandering around, like any other poor girl with a white or yellow dress (or white/yellow top with a white/yellow skirt).

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Shadow wandered around, once in a while breathing deeply to inhale the delicious scent of blood.  He would've followed that scent, but he was full.  He just killed someone and drained all their blood, so he had no need for more today.  And he wasn't in mood to see a girl in a white dress, so he didn't take the risk of following that scent to a person that could be anyone.

"Flirts," he muttered.  "Girls in a white dress are nothing but food that flirts."

(( Sarya started, naow Zozo can't. -fails-

-runs away dramatically-

Jk. If I'm not too lazy and get my bios done, I'll join. ))

Alora glanced down at the short white dress she was wearing and sighed. She had already tried to take it off, buty it was as if it was glued to her body. She couldn't take it off, not until she found a creature of the night and even then, she couldn't. The moon rose into the sky and her stomach lurted, making her promptly return her dinner to the earth. Cleaning herself up, she walked forwards, not going in any particular direction.

She stumbled a few times and could feel that, from the day before, she was much weaker. She could walk, but her throat felt dry and her stomach was churning like butter. She pulled on the straps of her dress and sighed again. She smoothed down her pale hair with her long, pale fingers and shivered slightly.It wasn't from the cold, it was from her inabilty to be not frightened by the fact that she was alone and most night creatures would rather eat the white dress humans, then become their lover.

She didn't speak or cry out as a raven, black as night, landed on her shoulder and dug its talons into her, for she couldn't. She was mute, quiet as a butterfly's wings. She would never speak, but this didn't stop her from being able to shove the raven forcefully away. It flew off with a loud caw and suddenly, Alora felt lonely. With a small frown, she lay down on the plush mossy ground and fell asleep, her head in her lap...

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Maddison yawned loudly and cuddled the little teddy bear in ehr hands. It was the only thing they had alowed ehr to have and this was probably because she was supposed to be 'pure', what with the yellow dress and all. She hoped that, desperately, the next thing she ran into was not a creature of the night or even of the day for she didn't feel like becoming an ob
ject of obsession.

She smoothed down the front of her ruffled yellow shirt and rubbed the dirt off her jeans. She smiled knowingly and surpressed a smile at the fact that she was able to wear jeans. She had convinced them that since there were yellow markings sewn into the jeans, that she could wear them. She ahd though this was smart, what she didn't realize is that they weren't coming off. The threads had become attached to the pants and she was not able to unravely them like she thought she might be.

"Ah... well..." She thought to herself as she sat down under a tree in a small glade. The moon had risen and, with another loud yawn, she drifted gently into unconciousness...

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((Will do Relik's when someone decides they want to crush on him.))

She grimaced as she stalked through the abandon wood.  The brisk wind nipped at her revealed flesh as she crept across stones and under fallen branches.  Her dark brown locks fell to the small of her back as she quickened her face... the sunlight dotting the top of her head from far above...the forest canopy allowing the sunlight to kiss her far below.  But the sun was not what she wanted...for the moon was what she seeked.  For her dress was white.  And therefore...her fate was blank.  Her hazel eyes transfixed on the scene before her as she swayed off the beaten path... the thorny thickets tried desperately to cling to her skin and the fabrics of her 'skirts'...much to their dismay, she failed in being pulled back.  The undergrowth brushed against her bare legs as she disappeared farther and farther into the ferns.  At last she emerged on the back of a fairly sized creek...  She waded into the light wake, her bare feet inching across the pebbles on the sandy bottom.  She stood in the fresh water... the stream flowing across her legs.  The water up to her knees.  She debated whether to end her life now...drown herself in the murky depths in the center of the creek... instead of perishing in the hands of a nightly monster. 

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He manuevered through the vast canyon... the echo of the wind shooting past him rang in his acute ears.  His deep green eyes narrowed to the point where near slits stood in a menacing hiss.  He gained speed as he bolted past the rocks, using the shadows to sheild his dark scales.  Avoiding the fierce light as best he could.  He twisted his build upward, the wind failing to hold him...gravity seeming to be unexistant as he beat his leathery wings.  Hell seemed to radiate off his very being as shadow consumed the color of his face. His body.  His eyes.  Folding his wings tight against his torso, he plumeted to the earth at an unknown amount of speed.  The soil approached fast, and when he was but an inch from the ground, he reared upward.... his wings pulled back to his vertebrate...fading from veiw.  His black talons shrunk and unsharponed...nails replacing them.  His snount went flat, and his fangs folded.  His glished scales withdrew, and human flesh claimed them.  He landed gracefully on his legs...yes his legs.  He flipped his dark black hair and stalked to the rocks.  To his home high in the peaks.

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Rein watched.  he watched the creatures of night and day.  he watched the pathetic human girls searching desperately for beings that matched the color of their dress.  He cocked his head in pity... and also curiosity.  Many girls had found him at a time, and he welcomed them openly...even believed he friended a few... but the dresses claimed them.  he was never enough.  The spell was more powerful before he could develop a bond. 

Jezzabella pulled at the white dress that had been forced onto her mere hours ago. She missed her pinks and purples and greens. She wished they had never caught her. On top of the colorless dress, she now had to find a creature of the night to fall in love with in order to avoid death. Jezzabella sat on the floor in her bedroom as midnight hit. A terrible pain shot through her whole body. She shrieked. She had never felt such immense pain. Tears flooded her face. She hated the ones who had done this to her. Jezzabella laid on the floor. The only thing she could do was wait for the next night to come so she could search for a creature of the night to love.

{{{  tle="Yell" /> fail! sorry.}}}

((Feyth's intro says it's night, and Fun's say it's day. Whuic is it?! DX -flail-

And here in a sec I'ma make a creature of the light. P:))