What the humans knew of the world, was only a very minuscule. They knew of a god, and such things as that. But could hardly wrap their minds  around the very idea that vampires, witches, warlocks, or even werewolves were real. To them these things were just stories passed down from generation to generation. Yet nobody ever considered to try to find where these tale originated from. There had to be somewhere right? There is but that information was hidden from humans. Kept in libraries that were built inside institutions that held shadow hunters. These shadow hunters are half humans, half angels meant to protect the world from these creatures. They act like the police, and saviors of  for the humans without ever being found out. If a human was to know about them then shadow hunters would have to take drastic measures to quite the human.<br/><br/>Shadow hunters are elite beings, and are capable of fighting off the downworlders which are the vampires, warlocks, witches, werewolves, and other such creatures that arenâ€™t quite human. They only fight those creatures that are out to either harm a shadow hunter, or a human. While the downworlders resent the shadow hunters for being able to kill them, and keep them in check. Though some have been able to look past this and actually make friends with the shadow hunter. Or at least have a good accountancy with them. Though it was still never enough to satisfy the shadow hunters who  are often refereed to as the clave when they are in large groups.  But after the signing of the accords which was a written law that both shadow hunters, and certain downworlders signed. The term enclave was used for those shadow hunters who got into the top of the top of the list of shadow hunters. Meaning the ones that hold the most sway. However, the accords was both good, and bad for the downworlders. It was good in the term that now the downworlders would have a law that would try and stop too much chaos from happening, but bad because most the downworlders were now restricted in what they could do.<br/><br/>The accords say that downworlder can not kill a human. If a downworlder kills a human the punishment is death. That should a downworlder try and create an army against the shadow hunters that is also punishable in death. From there punishments get less severe , depending on the situation. But the accords do not just pertain to downworlders. The accords are law for the shadow hunters, and thus if a shadow hunter goes against the law on the parts that pertain to them. Then there  are uncountable amounts of punishments for the shadow hunter. Most seem to be imprisonment for life, and such. Never death though.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Isabelle Lightwood found herself resting on the roof of the jester house institute. As funky as the name sounds , it kinda fit this clave institute. At least better than calling it Joleanâ€™s institution. She stretched her arms that  were reveling her various shadow hunter marks. Her t shirt was white with another t shirt over it that was gray. However, even the sky seemed dismal. Then again the sky in London was always dismal, and  sad to look at. Her body rested against the side of the roof, since the roof was stable  and had a secret hatch that led onto it. But this roof was her safe heaven. The only place that she felt most comfortable with herself, and the environment around her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Why do you always have to be up here moping? It seems just so out of place for you?" </span>The voice held venom to it , just as it always did. Elizabeth rosewell the venomous snake that could find a better nest to poison. Isabelle knew that the  blonde golden girl would have a smirk that she just wanted to wipe off with her fist. Who says girls arenâ€™t violent?<br/><br/>"Out of place my ass Liz. What do you want? Moping would be if I was crying. I am in no way sad, nor am I moping. I am staring at a wonderful dismal sky, that nobody around here seems to care about." With that she propped her elbows up and sat up, as if she wasnâ€™t just lousing around. " I am guessing that there is something you need to tell me, or else you wouldnâ€™t have bothered to come up here right?" She made sure to put on a face of mock horror. As if the very though of Liz climbing up all those steps just to talk to her was wellâ€¦impossible.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well no need to be so cold to me Bella , its not as if I did anything to you." </span>There was a momentary pause as if it was done on purpose.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh wait I did do something now I remember. I stole your teddy that you brought with you, and what did I do with itâ€¦rip it to shreds." </span>There was a very proud smirk on Lizâ€™s sparkling white teeth. One that made Isabella wanna scream, and scratch Lizâ€™s eyes out.<span style="font-style: italic">"However I did not come here to piss you offâ€¦.no matter how fun that sounds. You are needed in the parlor. I believe they are expecting you down there soon, and there may be new members to this clave. So please â€¦donâ€™t be your normal bitchy self. It would make us lookâ€¦.wellâ€¦just forget it we all know you wonâ€™t stop." </span>There was a triumphant look on Lizâ€™s face as if she had dug deeper into Isabella than she thought she could ever do.<br/><br/>"Well move, I would rather not be held by your â€¦impending triumphant smirk that is ever so despicable." Isabella stood up with that , and shoved past Liz who was just standing there dumbfounded.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well at least I donâ€™t have ice cold blue eyes!!" </span>Liz spat from somewhere behind Isabella. It was too late for Isabella to even be able to reply to her. She just kept walking down the hatch acting as if the very words that Liz said didnâ€™t hurt. Just like she always did. Once her foot hit concrete she turned to follow the candles that were aflame lighting the path ahead. The corridor was cold as always, but it had pictures on the wall of the past great shadow hunters. These pictures gave her little comfort. Slowly she made her way down the hallway till she reached stairs that led down towards the foir. All she would have to do is climb down the stairs, and take a left in the foir. That would lead her to the parlor. Where she was sure that there would be plenty of shadow hunters that despise  her.<br/><br/>When the big golden doors to the parlor opened she was welcome with thousands of voices speaking at the same time. She was late FAN FUCKING TASTIC. She found her seat next to someone that she hardly knew since there were no other seats. (anyone can be this person)<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Samuel found himself resting against a lovely red velvet chair. It was smooth, and soft to the touch. There were two other females in the room with him. Both vampires who gained strength off his lovely tasting blood. Matter of fact he got off from the feel of their delicate sharp teeth sinking in to his bare skin. But tonight he had more pressing matters than to spend the rest of his day snuggling up to these precious little vampires. He could probably snap them in half without a second thought. As easy as if they were a twig on the side walk. His mind pondered this for only a second. The thought peaked his interest if only a little.<br/>"Ladies if you will do me the honor to stay here tonightâ€¦I promise you will be safe. As for me I have some â€¦business to take care of." His voice was a lull, as if he was trying to make the vampire girls swoon at him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh master â€¦whatever you say. We would wait here a lifetime for you." </span>Both females swooned their voices like heartless glass  to him. How much he wanted to be rid of them. But then he wouldnâ€™t be able to have any fun after his little excursion tonight. With that he stood up from the chair his naked body glistening in the sun. He walked over to his dresser and slipped on a pair of boxers, blue jeans that were just right for him, and a black hoodie  over his body. There was never a need for any other shirt  when it came to  him. Simply, because werewolves are always at top heat. Meaning they are always sweating whether its winter , or summer.<br/><br/>"yes yesâ€¦please keep yourselves entertained with the toys in this room. " He waved his hand around the room. As if there was enough stuff to keep two vampires well busy. He shrugged and walked out of his room, then out to the hallway. Then exited the house spinning the keys that he had grabbed off the key rack earlier. They jangled in his hands. There was a nice Ferrari waiting for him parked. He walked over to the red Ferrari, opened the doors, started the engines allowing it to purr like a baby kitten for a few minutes. Then he pulled out of the drive way heading for the nearest down world tavern that would hold the next pandemonium club meeting. He wondered what kind of helpless fools they would turn in this time. Whether it be demon, or human.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(this is an open rp all are welcome ...the occ is herel<a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=2888">viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=2888</a>l)