Dornberger Private School for Secondary Education is actually no school. Inside the premises of the school, exists a secret training ground for future sleepers, assassins, spies, militants and what not. Led by a confederacy of several security organizations and assassin groups, inside the walls exists Special Military Arts Training Program - the desperate struggle by the 'good' underworld to train teenagers to fight off the growing unease of the future, the potential for indiscriminate war and annihilation. No one knows how they find students worthy of fulfilling the task -
but you could be next.

A high school of a kind - combined with acne and prom, death and murder - you just cannot remember it all.

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 18+ (UK), R (US)
Brand New || Canons Needed

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this was made by adam.boo of rpg-u

Secretly he felt almost impressed as he listened to Spike being so calm about the whole thing. Even as on the outside he was being nasty, sauntering like he hadn't a care in the world, inside he was freaking out. God she had no idea. Danni thought of how interesting it might be if she were to live life as he did for a week, maybe then she'd realise why he acted as he did. When he finished buttoning up his shirt, he paused a moment, then deciding to tuck it back into his very smart trousers, suddenly realising that his black waistcoat had disappeared. Sighing to himself, more out of frustration than anything, he went back out into the living room, this time careful subtly to keep out of range of Roxy's kicking.

He knew the wild mood swings that Danni went through, the weird things he'd done, the horrible things, but it had never quite gone this far... But then again all the time before he'd just been acting, he had never been acting in revenge. Instantly he felt rather guilty, because he was the one who had turned Danni, and also he had caused him to feel vengeful. At the introduction from Roxy, now looking at her and her brother because Danni had gone into the bathroom, he gave a slight nod. It was very...gentlemanly, but done in a way that said he'd done it a million times before. Giovanni had been brought up as a person who in the time he had lived, was practically royalty. Danni knew that, but it had never bothered him apparently. "Nice to meet you Spike." He replied softly, still confused.

How sweet. He thought to himself, catching the slightly dark look from Giovanni. Any normal, perhaps even sane person, would have looked sheepish, or been dark back, or just left the room. Danni laughed and giggled. "You never did frighten me Giovanni. Well..." He thought back to about a hundred years previously. "Apart from the time you tried to kill me, considering how...well it wasn't nice." Danni's tone was suddenly sharp, he was feeling REALLY vengeful and bitter, Roxy didn't even know the half of it. Looking over at Roxy and Spike, he paused for a minute, as if trying to find the words. He glanced to the window behind and beside them, deciding that a little, 'I'm taking the piss, bye' wave was good enough. Turning round, he blew a sarcastic kiss to his maker, and then walked out of the door like nothing was wrong, or maybe he just didn't care.

Moving as quickly as a vampire easily could, he was down at the front doors of the building in moments. Breathing in deep the night air, he let himself laugh. Eventually it faded into semi hysterical giggles, and he started walking down the road, almost skipping cheekily as he thought about who else he might feed from.

Confused, he watched as Danni left, only thinking about grabbing him seriously once his fledgling had already gone. Looking back to Roxy and Spike, still looking rather confused, he decided he better stay rather than run off after that little git. "What happened?" He asked, sounding slightly hurried, although relatively calm considering the situation. Though he was pissed off at Danni and what he had done, what had happened, there was a little part of him, through habit if nothing else, that was worried what Danni might do once he stepped off of his high he was so obviously enjoying.

Part of him was thinking over the fact that if Roxy got even more pissed and managed to get another swing at him, this time she might even break something. Although he wasn't frightened of her at all, it wasn't a paranoid thought, especially when you considered what he'd just done. Hah. There was absolutely no way she could outdo this, she could try and kill him, but with him not only being physically bigger, and several centuries older than her, he wasn't exactly quaking in his boots. "People do all kinds of things all the time Roxy." Danni replied, his tone still dark and utterly patronizing.

If she went for his throat, he'd probably enjoy fighting her off, he'd have to make sure she didn't do anything too lethal though, that just wouldn't be nice. Giovanni had been making sure that Lorelai was getting fed lately, just because he adored animals, and was worried that she'd get missed out. Acting partly out of guilt, he sighed as he walked down the hall, oblivious to the madness going on within the apartment between three vampires. In one fluid movement he had opened the door, stepped through, and closed it behind him. As he glanced up he saw a stranger restraining Roxy and Danni opposite, both of the men looking a bit worse for wear.

Although unlike Danni and some he tended not to act impulsively, he immediately came to a reasonable conclusion. He could smell that the stranger was also a vampire, but from the scent of his blood...he was newly turned. Giovanni frowned slightly as he realised the stranger wasn't a threat to Roxy, but instead was her...fledgling. Not wanting to act too quickly, he observed with mild confusion as Danni rolled his eyes, watching Spike and Roxy. Danni thought about laughing as he saw the look on his maker's face, he just felt like it. But maybe if he let himself start...he'd fall into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. It was definitely an odd sight to see someone as young looking as Danni be all murderous and cold hearted one minute, and all laughing the next.

Maybe that was why he had done so well as a vampire all these years, people just really didn't think that someone of his 'age', judging by his appearance, would be the killing type. Watching his maker for a moment, nothing at all human in the look on his face, his body language, he turned around and wandered off into the bathroom. Danni started buttoning up his shirt as he walked, figuring that he could probably feed on another couple of people tonight soon enough. He wasn't stupid, so he knew he had to hide where he slept during the day from Roxy and her brother, lest she come and actually stake him or something in his sleep.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the front door started to open. He knew it was Roxy, he didn't need to look or even bother to listen, he knew what it felt like to be around her. Despite the fact that at that moment he hated her with a passion, had for the last few days, maybe even the last week, he watched as if it were nothing to do with him as she went straight over to Spike. At her question he felt like muttering 'nothing', but he couldn't quite be bothered. An odd sensation to care that little about someone you would have given your life for only a week earlier. Maybe he was getting a little bit more revenge than was his quota for her sleeping with Giovanni. Or maybe it wasn't.

He watched, mildly interested in the fact that she seemed to immediately come to the conclusion that she had to turn Spike. Seemingly she had nothing against becoming a vampire, or turning someone else into one. Danni had only made ever one other person into a vampire, a woman he had loved, or been claimed by anyway, in the 1830s, and she was...scary. Even compared to Roxy when she was pissed off, this woman was scarier. His thoughts drifted back to the scene in front of him, and he leaned against the wall behind him, placing his hands against the wall so that he could lean on them.

When Giovanni had turned him into a vampire, he had had to find someone immediately for the both of them to feed from, none of these blood bags like people had now. Suddenly it made him feel a little old, so he squashed the thought and shoved it to the back, watching Roxy and Spike hug each other. Slightly annoyed at the childish happiness of it. Maybe he was just jealous about something that he'd never had. Not that he'd been expecting it when Roxy lunged at him, though he should have really, but it wouldn't have mattered either way, he wouldn't have been able to move his hands fast enough to defend himself. Danni could feel just how strong she was when she was annoyed, usually she wouldn't have been able to knock him over.

As she went to go for him again, he snarled viciously, deciding to get up to his feet as Spike caught her. Touching the corner of his lip with his fingertips, he realised that whatever hurt it wasn't showing. Danni didn't really care anymore if she hated him, in fact he had thought about just leaving, but he had things to do, things to make sure he had before he went anywhere. At Spike's almost naive question he looked sort of amused, or maybe it was a look on nonchalence. "You really think we've never met before?" He said sarcastically to Spike, resisting the urge to tease Roxy whilst she was being restrained.