Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently, with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan. They've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirlwind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.

Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked, are growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.

They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?

This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?





A Twilight RPG
Rated R (US), 18+ (UK)
All Levels Welcome
Brand New || Canons Needed

RULES || CANONS || APPLICATION || ADVERTISING





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this was made by adam.boo of rpg-u

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fly like paper, get high like planes !
word count|| 559
taggers|| JULIAN!
notes||yeah, just like blair + chuck!
outfit|| sweatshirt and tee and jeans and converses

Happy that Julian had ended the 'blessed or damned' converstation, Apple played with her fingers. Again. It was really Apple who had carried the conversation on, but thank God he didn't respond. And now he knew what a smarty-pants she was.

Well, it was a general statement. Though I don't really see the difference between shoes and sneakers, quite honestly. Both of them cover your feet. Apple rolled her eyes. Well, shoes, they're, like, heels and boots and sandals. Sneakers are, um, well, not all of them have laces... Apple said, trailing off. What did define a sneaker from a shoe, anyways?

You have a tattoo? I don't bloody believe you. Especially since I don't see it. Apple nodded, answering his first question. Then she held the spot where her tattoo was, her right shoulder. Yes, well, since you seeing my tattoo requires me taking my shirt off, you don't get to. But, just so you know, it's a rose on my shoulder. She said, looking at him, the ends of her lips curved up in a small smile.

Oh, why, of course, my apologies, beautiful angel. Apple nodded, her small smile still on her face. Where? I think the better question is where not? Bad women are lurking about everywhere, Apple. Often where you least expect them. Apple nodded. She knew that pretty well, considering that all the adults in her life didn't know she drank, partied, and wasn't a virgin. Oh, great, we're in for some pansy moments. My suggestion is that we keep alot of liquor around. I've heard that one of them can get pretty loud. Apple's smile faded off her face, before she analyzed what Julian had just said. She furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head towards him. What?!

You know, there's something you oughta know. Apple raised her eyebrows. You're a bitch. She shugged her shoulders and grinned. I know. Being a bitch was fun, especially around Julian, since he was a complete asshole, and could probably tolerate it. To a certain extent.

Apple peeked out from under the covers, before pulling them back over herself. What the hell are you doing? She gripped the covers tighter as Julian tried to pull them off of her, her knuckles turning white under the blanket. Oh, come on, grow up. If I wanted to do something, I don't think the covers would do much help. Apple repostioned herself, flipping over and towards Julian. Well, if you threw the ball at me, and it hit the covers, it wouldn't hurt as much. She said, her voice muffled.

Apple sighed when she thought Julian had walked over to his bed again. But, she didn't hear the usual creak these old beds gave when someone sat on them. And she felt the covers by her ankle lift a little. She guessed it was just the wind, and that Julian was taking a picture of her with his phone or something. Rawr!! Apple screamed as, what was obviously Julian's hand, wrap around her ankle and tug. She lashed out, kicking him in the thigh and making him lose his grip. Apple pulled her leg away and sat up, pulling the covers off her head, so she could see Julian.