spoken like a prayer living like a curse| Joining

[Vincent]

This had to be some kind of punishment from hell?  He was alive again after counting the mere seconds from dying as a human, death by brutal slaughter.  At least he went down fighting, seeing the one who loomed over watching him take his very last breath, and silently curse their name for until up to this point.  Truth be told, he would have spent the rest of his days haunting whomever if they gotten the chance, at least it would make sense no?  Kill him, get your ass haunted for the rest of your miserable life.

But no fate had plans for him, and who was he to say otherwise. Just buckle up and hold on for the ride as one would suppose, and that was exactly what Vincent was planning on doing.  " Hello? Is anyone here? I'll like to join."

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The Pharaoh, the grand god-like leader of the clan, heard the voice of the stranger from a fair distance away.  The silvery beast would emerge from the shadows, looking plenty the intimidating figure with all his muscle and sharp eyes and otherworldly appearance framed by darkness beyond him.

Sephiroth's eyes, a mixture of blue and green depending on how the light caught them, settled on Vincent, whiskers twitching softly before he spoke.  "Accepted."  He appreciated the newcomer's forewordness about the situation and not dragging out the joining.  His silken voice was tired, he hadn't been sleeping well at all, but the lion still made an attempt to sound pleasant.  "What should we call you?"

#psychosocial.

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

There was a pretty wild amount of former humans in the world. Eddie has heard rumors of them, but, as far as he was aware, had never encountered one. It was such a strange idea -- people dying, or something else, and then they were one of them. How did they cope? Adjust to it? Eddie would like to interview somebody like that, one day.
"Yeah, sure," Eddie chimes moments after Sephiroth, giving the lion a wide berth. Sephiroth fucking sucks. The Rosebloods isn't that great, either. He has no idea why he's still here. "I'm Eddie. Welcome to the Rosebloods," God help the poor suckers that joined. Unless you were as invested in torture and death as everybody else, it'd be a pretty terrible time.

[KLIMENT]

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A new joiner. There seemed to be a nice wave of them and it made the beast wonder how much more of them would they accept before they would stop altogether or he would be able to eat a small trespasser. He sat down with a slightly bored expression only to part his jaws and begin to speak "WE ARE KLIMENT." Their rabbit-like ears would curve forward to pick up this joiners name even if there wouldn't be an appearance to match with it, no, he'd probably see them for their skeletal structure but there was often the same animal in this ragtag group.

"I'M A BAD LIAR" —-- KLIMENT / ROSEBLOODS / MISC.