Of Gods and Mortals (Rating PG-14 and higher)

[Xhaiden]

I have not seen ONE of these here and quite frankly I am disappointed. This rp is one that I have been working on for some time now and I am VERY proud of it ^_^

WARNING!!! IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 14 YOU MUST PM ME BEFORE I WILL LET YOU IN!!!

I am serious about the above messange too. *Clears throat*

This is a Vampire Rp meaning blood, death, violence, slavery, manipulation, and many many other adult situations. Now then the Rules listen up!

RULITHS


No perfect characters unless they are vampires, but even they have to have a couple flaws.
I do not, I repeat, DO NOT,want a bunch of Halflings(vamp/humans) running around. They are a minority, even less then the vampires.
up to three characters max, I would prefer that people have at least two because the more characters in this the more fun ^~
No OOC posts in here unless you have a legitimate reason. I will make a thread for OOC in the lounge.
Mortals are wanted as well as vampires! We need lovveh vampys and prey!Not to mention slaves or pets which I will describe further in the comming information.
Have fun ^^
The setting

In the year 4007, the world has become so technilogically advanced that even the once dangerous method of harnessing fission energy has been attained and perfected. Electricity is outdated and not even used anymore. The sun has long since vanished for unknown reasons, leaving the earth and the surrounding solarsystem in eternal darkness. Earth has become one massive city, trees a rarity. Skyscrappers rise upward unchecked into the stratisphere, cars flying about on lighted skyways. The seasons have stopped coming and the world has to be artificially heated to a comfortable 72 degrees.

Even the people have changed. Splicing, a method in which animal attributes are given to humans by mixing and rearranging DNA is a very common practice. The rich and powerful rule the city, living in the tallest buildings in the world. People even go on vacation on distant planets such as Mars or Saturn, if they have money that is. Another thing that has definately changed is the "pet" trade. Pets are humans that have no social standing and are born to please the ones that purchase them. Trained to be obediant servents, they have hard lives at the mercy of their masters. Of course...One thing has remained constant over the years...Vampires. Yes, these dark creatures still exist, hidden well within the society of humans. They now are the powerful, impenetrable to all things that were thought to dispose of them.

Put away your Dracula theories for garlic will not save you from these creatures. But, a secret organisation of mortals has formed, rising to stop the vampires and halfbreeds. They are called Slain, and they wish to put a stop to the vampire population. Will you side with the mortals in their quest for dominance? Or with the Gods of Neo Metropolis?


Form

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Speicies:
Appearance:
Personality:
Past:
Other:
Rp Sample:

Mine:
Name: Daemian Ikikara
Age: 3000 some, he lost track ages ago
Gender: Male
Height:6'4"
Blood type: Whomever he happens to be eating XD
Appearance:*droolith XD* Daemian is a tall, sleek, and slightly muscular man with broad shoulders and snow white skin. He has fine white hair that looks almost silver in the light. It flows down about his waist bafore tappering off. Normally he keeps it in a loose ponytail to keep it out of his way. His eyes are devoid of color and instead shine a metalic silver. They are slightly slitted and gleam as would a nocturnal animal. The vampire's attire consists of a tightfitting, trench-like, top made out of black leather that splits at his navel and fans out before stopping at his ankles. White belts are fasten around his torso to help hold it in place. Also he wears tight white leather pants and heavy black boots. His features are sharp and pristeen, holding an undenyable beauty. His aura however is colder then winter could ever hope to be.

Other: In some Rps he has two jet black wings that are tattered and missing many feathers.

Personality: Daemian is a very cold man,heartless to a fault. Everything about his seems to radiate a dark cruelty and emotionlessness that engulfs everything he is near. If his coldness is his main feature then arrogance is certainly it's twin. He knows that he is beautiful and he is definately proud of his heritage. After all, he was born a vampire, not turned. However, despite his cold, mortal hating ways, one particular human he tolerates and even keeps near. He treats her like a living doll, a pet if you will. But, he will defend and guard her as though she were his love.(aw how sweet)

Past: Daemian was a very cruel and wild man in his youth, randomly slaughtering mortals and halfbreeds alike. But, eventually he mellowed out, and stuck to loathing them in silence. Then Lystless was born. Yes, his own father bred with a human woman to create the bane of Daemian's existance. A halfbreed son. Of course, Daemian avoided the boy at all costs, until his father forced the boy upon him and made him Lystless's mentor and protector. Oh joy.

Despite the fact that he hated the halfling with every inch of his being, he taught the young vampire everything he knew and more. The two acknowlage each other's presance and even defend each other because of the deep, yet unwilling bond between them.

Fifteen years ago Daemian stubbled upon a woman named Dara Watanabe in a bar. Of course he being the sneeky little bastard that he was, followed her home for dinner. But, as he was feasting on the woman his eyes landed on the most beautifully innocent thing he had ever seen. A child. Instantly the vampire fell in love with the five year old. She looked so innocent, frail, like a little porcelin doll. But, the thing that stole his heart was the fact that she knew she was going to die, and she seemed to welcome it. Daemian kept the child for a few years, devoting himself entirely to her and she to him. The two were inseperable and he treated her like a little princess.

But, an organisation of vampire slayers stole her away from him. Now he searches for his stolen doll and her kidnappers...

Here is a lil picy of him ^^ CHibi Dae-kun!!! yay!

Hiiroshoken has attached this image:
http://december-romance.com/viewthread.php?action=attachment&tid=5012&pid=117251

Name: Lystless Ikikara
Age: 745(looks about 17)
Gender: Male
Speicies: Halfling
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Thin, well built, and darkly tan, Lyst has a striking resembalance to his half brother Deamian. He has wild blue hair that has a mind of it's own and bright goldenrod eyes. His features are sharp, like his brother's, but not as otherworldly. And also unlike his brother, he does not radiate an aura of coldness, but rather, warmth. His attire consists of baggy and torn blue jeans and a extra large hoodie, along with a pair of well traveled tennis shoes. He is a bit old fasioned in that sense, my to his brother's annoyance.

Personality: Loud, outgoing, and fun loving, Lystless is the exact opposite of his brother. He loves everyone and everything, and isn't afraid to voice it. One of his flaws however, is his need to tell the world exactly what is on his mind. Also he has a strong passion for life and will not take it unless it is absolutely nessisary. He is a bit of a prankster and is perverted to the core, a fact that lands him in a lot of trouble.

Past: He spent his entire life with his brother, learning everything there was about being a vampire. He attended a highschool and graduated, then moved onto college. After that he became bored and enrolled again in highschool so that he could flirt with human girls. Lystless has had a hard time copeing with life as a vampire, especially a half breed that is hated by all. After a terrible incident involving three pure blood vampires, his brother became very protective of him, even though he would never admit to it.

Other: Lystless is a bit of a Hemophiliac( Afraid of blood) A big problem for a vampire (XD)

Name: Tanis Umura
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Speices: Human
Height: 5'4"
Appearance: Tanis is a frail, innocent, and pale looking girl. Many compare her to a porcelin doll. Her hair is long and black with electric purple stripes, tied up into two buns. The girl's eyes are a emotionless gray, and normally coated with black eyeshadow. Her attire consists of a tight fitting purple top and a short black skirt with several black straps hanging from it. Purple and black socks rise up her legs, stopping just below the skirt. Black shoes cover her feet and she always wears a silver cross. The girl seems to have an aura similar to Daemian's only not nearly as dangerous.

Personality: Quiet, calm, and often emotionless, Tanis is in a sense very doll like. Her emotions have become surpressed from years of not being around others and from witnessing terrible things. Beneath her calm exterior lies a very frightened and innocent girl, who yearns for one thing. Daemian.

Past: Tanis was a small child when she encountered Daemian and Lystless. After her mother was killed, the girl went with the vampire whom she had become devoted to. She became a pet of sorts to him, but was treated much better the that. Tanis always stayed near his side, smiling up at him as though he were the greatest thing in the world to her. Which, he was.

But, one night while Daemian was away, the Slain broke into his home and stole her away, turning her into a tool for their gain. She now resides deep within the Slain compound, attached to computers and machines and used as a locater for vampires.

Other: Tanis has not spoken a word since birth, and no one knows why.

[Alter Ego]

Name: Loki
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Speicies: Human

Appearance: A fairly tall, although a bit scrawny, boy. Describing Loki's appearance in one word would probably be best accomplished by 'pale'. His skin is deathly pale, as is his blonde hair, which almost borders on white in colour. His eyes are pale grey in colour and slightly misty, often appearing to look at something indiscernible in the distance. Loki usually wears a greyish blue t-shirt, black shoes, and a pair of worn pants which he helps keep up with a black leather belt. He also wears a simple, silver pendant around his neck at all times and has a faded set of bitemarks at the back of his neck. Picture below is the courtesy of Kagome (Give her a round of applause, people ^_^):

http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/5623/altersprit4nk.png (http://imageshack.us)

Personality: A rather gloomy and cynical person by nature, Loki is often found brooding for himself and is generally considered a hard-to-reach person. Due to certain events from his past he generally assumes the worst of everyone and holds no illusion that an an enemy of his enemy is a friend. Loki is also a very serious youth and has not been known to laugh or even as much as smile since he was brought 'back into the fold' as his new captors call it.

Past: Born into a fairly middle class family, Loki's early childhood was actually fairly peaceful and happy. It didn't last long however, as he was abducted from his home at the age of five by a greedy vampire by the name of Azrafel who had gained a taste for the blood of children. Strangely enough, although Loki's whole body seemed to fade he somehow retained his humanity during the two years of his life that he spent as an involuntary blood-donor for his new 'host'. This peculiar trait of his drew the attention of a scholarly, and far more eccentric, vampire by the name of Adagio Entreri, who wished to trade Loki to himself for use in his research and offered Azrafel a good three other children in return. Being the greedy person that he was, Azrafel refused the offer, obviously wanting to keep his 'special' mortal even though he had no special use for him and his blood didn't even taste that good. Being the man of honour that he was, Adagio arranged a tragic accident involving several members of Slain for Azrafel, cunningly snatching the child in the confusion.

The next eight years of Loki's life were spent in an environment quite different from the one which he had left, blood was still being drawn from him regularly of course, although this time by a needle and for the purpose of research and Adagio, a calm and calculating, and civilized individual, actually treated his research specimen rather well. As the years passed, a kind of peculiar bond developed between the two, and Adagio began to take Loki aside at times, teaching him to read and write as well as some of the basics of chemistry, training him to act as a lab assistant as well. Slowly, Loki began to look up to his 'owner' as a kind of mentor and father figure whereas Adagio, an outcast among his own kind, derived a certain amount of enjoyment from the mortal's presence. But even this shard of idyl wasn't meant to last. Slain had caught up on the ruse that Adagio had set up to take down Azrafel, and the enraged resistance members caught the vampire by surprise, slaying him. They abducted Loki, who was now in his late teens, and assimilated him into their own ranks 'for his own protection', taking up research fairly similar to Adagio's in an attempt to breed a resistant species of humans to combat the growing vampire treath.

Other: Loki's blood seems to possess a peculiar resistance towards vampirism which, although not by any rate fully-covering has made him a very valued research subject for the organization known as Slain. Although he is not really a vampire or even a halfling he still seems to be something less...or more, than entirely human.

Rp Sample: I will write this soon, honest!

[Xhaiden]

I finished your avi Alter-kun ^^ although his shirt is more blue then grey...-_-

[Shadowfaith]

Kagome, I will edit with my sign up after I have done my homework, Okies...so just to give you a heads up that my sign up is on it's way and to save me a spot ^_-

[Alter Ego]

I finished your avi Alter-kun ^^ although his shirt is more blue then grey...-_-

Ooh, coolness. He's alive! ^_^ Don't fret over the shirt, I represent the it's good if it looks good school of thought when it comes to pictures, and his expression, not to mention the pants and the necklace are great. *Goes to add picture to his profile which hopefully will contain an RP sample soon as well*

[Xhaiden]

(( No prob Stri-sama! ^^ Glad you like him ALter-kun! He's so cute *^_^*))

[Shadowfaith]

Name: Kalima Lagura (Kali)

Age: 2103 (17 in appearance)

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Appearance: Kali has long flowing black hair which bares silver streaks and to strands of which fall down past blood red. Her skin is a pasty white colour and bares no scars only strange markings which wind themselves around the sleek curves of her body. She stands at around 5’7 and wears tattered clothing, which consist mainly of; a black, long-sleeved crop top and leather trousers accompanied by heavy boots with metal clasps, many black belts wrap themselves securely around her lithe frame and strange markings can be seen etched into the pale skin just above the collar of her black trench coat, some wonder whether her whole body is covered by the satanic markings. Secured at her belt are two sword sheathes which bare mighty, silver bladed swords with grand handles, though this lithe form is covered by the large shaodw of her over coat. The fangs that penetrate her pink gums are normally seen piercing the sensitive skin of her lower lip, drawing blood in the process which is usually licked up by an abnormally large tongue.

Personality: Kali is anything but lady like and will not stand down at the hands of men when she is told to. Her sarcastic and witty nature normally deprives her of true friends, but she is looked up to by many of her species for having the strength to lead a clan of her own as well as her glorious rain. She is caring only for her people and will show no mercy to those, whom threaten her, any companions she makes on her many journeys are normally forgotten in a heartbeat (Bit of Irony there because Vampires hearts do not beat XP).

Past: Kali was bitten in the era in which Count Dracula ruled, though she did not come from anywhere near Transylvania or even Romania, this was the time she was bitten and turned into that which so many fear. Through the years she has kept quiet, hidden in the shadow and picking off those who would feed her until more was needed.

Through the years she has survived, letting no one know of her curse, keeping to herself and hunting for her life. When the modern age of the millennium graced the earth, she became wearier as technology had enhanced and people were becoming aware of the many dangers that roamed the earth. She picked her victims carefully from there on, not wanting death so early in her eternal life.

Now in this day and age, the people and half breeds of the world have designed ways in which to kill her kind and their technology is nothing like she remembered. Knowing that hiding would do no good, she became more outgoing and so came out her hiding to fight back against these mortals who so hated her kind.

She has fought many battles to this day with her new companion, Kyle.

Other: She carried with her two twin blades and a customized pistol. Both black in colour and engraved into the handles of the swords and the tube of the pistol is the world ‘Shodowfaith’ a nickname given to her by the mortals who hunt her and her companion passionately.

Though Kali is older and much wise in general knowledge, she still bares the mind of the teen she once was, unwilling to let such a precious thing go.



Name: Kyle Dornez

Age: 1002 (19 in appearance)

Gender: Male

Species: Vampire

Appearance:
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b282/SinfulDragon/Anime/PsychoBoy.jpg

Personality: A rather stoic and serious character. Kyle is the one keeping Kali out of trouble and safe from the hands of the humans who seek to destroy them. He is quiet but helpful in dire situations, brining all those in his of Kali’s way to a certain death. A teen of few words, but when he speaks it is nothing but helpful advice or perhaps a scolding to his fool minded companion.

Past: Kyle had never truly had a pleasant life even in his human years. He was raised in a horrid year in which death was common and even he saw the shooting of many people in his younger days. His father never had time for him and his mother was too concentrated on work to be bothered, he was alone if not for his sister, who was terribly ill by the age of five.

Having had enough with his family, he left and was unfortunate enough to have a deadly encounter with a Vampire. Having been so long ago, Kyle cannot remember the face and appearance of his master, but can remember the immense pain it had caused him.

Now nearly one thousand years later, he fights the mortals along side his companion, Kali, who wish to destroy them both and rid them and the rest of their kind from the world. But they are not giving in so easily, determined to live as long as they possibly can.

Other: Kyle uses magic spells to accomplish his killings, using a mixture of elements, his favourites being Darkness and Fire.

[~Ozy~]

Name: Alderon Kardeese
Age: 5,000 at least. anyone aside from him who has definate knowledge tends to be a corpse with twin neck holes.
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Appearance: Alderon is tall and thin, standing 6'7'' and weighing 125 pounds. Any who meet him would say he looks about 26. His eyes are a brilliant, shimmering green with a cruel, yet penetrating and understanding gaze. He has altered his skin tone and pupils, the former, silvery-white, the latter, with catlike, vertical pupils. His hair is dead-black, lanky and grown to bid-back. always kept well-groomed, it hangs down evenly all about, except when he is in the midst of a blood frenzy. On the whole, he is very image-concious, dressing himself in robes of crimson and a green that matches his eyes. His boots are hard black leather, with wicked spiked tips and concealed blades in the sides. They come up to his mid-shin.

Personality: His greatest advantage would be his empathy. He can understand people, their feelings and motivations. His disadvantage, if you are his enemy, pet, or victim (not that these titles are necessarily exclusive) is that he lacks any semblance of sympathy. Powerful and cruel, he also proves to have a sadistic streak, using the slightest excuse to punish or kill, or occasionally, acting on pure whim. For whatever reason, he enjoyes the image of the cold, refined villian from 20-21st century Saturday morning cartoons.

Past: Alderon was born to a Mongolian tribe, ironically enough, the very one that Ghengis Kahn was exiled from a century or two later. As a teen (due to his abnormal height and weight), he too was exiled to the steppes to die. Unfortunately, he did not... Or perhaps he did. It is, in truth, unknown. Perhaps he was re-animated by a rogue shaman, whom he then killed. In any case, he returned to haunt Mongolia and China as a spirit, flickering through the night, pleasuring himself. As the centuries, then millenia rolled by, he changed further, his manic, savage lusts driving him to want power, power to do as he wished. He found a home behind the scenes in Medici-era Florence, where he influenced a man by the name of Machiavelli. The resources of his pawns, the Medici family allowed him nearly total enjoyment. After their fall, he was forced to go into hiding, where his name, once whispered with fear, fell into obscurity. Eventually, after the fall of the Sun and the near-total degradation of society, he rose again, manipulating and enslaving anyone he desired, or could use. When he was done, they were cast aside, or became his food, or perhaps, playthings, if they had resisted his control or he was feeling vindictive.

Other: N/A

Rp Sample: I trailed a fang down his body, across his bare chest and stomach. He squaled as it stung him, drawing a thin line of blood across his body. He didn't squirm, though, he had orders otherwise. Squirming would make it worse. it was a sexual feeling, his pain, the taste and sight of his blood. Something I hadn't experienced in ages, it seemed. In truth, it had been a mere day. I missed it, though. I flicked my tongue around his hips, despite his pain, elicting a soft, pleasureable moan. I laughed to myself before working lower, then suddenly biting him. His screams were wonderful, truly erotic. Interminable (for him, at least) minutes later, I walked from the room, washing the blood from my mouth with a glass poffered by another of my toys.

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Name: Lillian
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Human

Appearance: Lillian is, in truth, nothing remarkable. Brown hair and eyes, average build and height, far from extraordinay in her... erm... feminine wiles. Not stunningly beautiful, by any means. She dresses to suit this, too, most of the time. Blue jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket. She keeps various knives on her person at all times, plus two small sidearms. Her other mode of dress is rather more sinister, a crimson and green bodysuit that allows free motion with a coul that leaves only her eyes visible. This bodysuit has more room for weaponry than does her normal clothing.

Personality: Lillian is slavishly devoted to Alderon, for reasons unknown to any but him or her. She also hates humanity, and herself for being human. She has begged her master to make him one of her minions. She can think no wrong of him, nor harm him because to do so would be a human acting against a vampire, the greatest of all crimes to her.

Past: Lillian was born of an illicit coupling between two of Alderon's pets. Her parents attempted to keep he safe and hidden. They thought they had succeeded. Alderon knew, and he let them be for a time, until Lillian had come to despise her hidden existance, and her parents for forcing her into it. He then took the three of them and tortured her parents to death in front of her. The way her eyes lit up and the sick pleasure in her smile startled the vampire lord and he took her to train, extending her hatred to all of humanity. After he refused to make her a minion, she decided to make herself as useful to him as she could, becoming an extension of his will in the world, his assasin and tool. In this post, she has served admirably. She is also the only one whom he will take advice from, or listen to. She is his right hand in every sense of the term but the literal one. She is also the only lover he has taken more than one time who is not dead. The scars all over her body attest to his twisted ministrations. She loves it all.

Other: An excellent knife fighter, martial artist, and marksman.

[chrno]

Name: aion auron
Age: 2616
Gender: male
Speicies: vampire
Appearance: http://www.absoluteanime.com/hellsing/alucard.gif
but insted of the red coat, a black one, and without hat
Personality: cruel, intelligent, mysterious, serius, loves blood, no mercy, hates humans and religion
Past: it has been a long sleep and finally the time to avenge from human have come. aion comes from england were he was locked in a cave for centuries, then a war came in the 4003 and accidently a bomb hit the cave were he was and awake him.
Other: uses a long gun and a knife.

[Xhaiden]

Chrno you need to give more then that

[Zero ex]

Name: Kyosgue Totcheka
Age: Unknown, lost track in year 2000
Gender: male
Speicies: Vampire
Appearance:http://www.rpgfan.com/pics/fire-emblem-rnk/art-024.jpg
Personality: Kyosgue is serious. He doesn't care for anyone. Kyosgue has a dark aura that repels the good from him, thanks to his attitude, the humans and some vampires do not want to be near him. Though, he can be very smart doing strategies in battle when hi is in normal conditions, once he enters bereserker condition, he can be a beast, killing or destroying everything around him without thinking.
Past: Kyosgue had a dark past. He have killed countless of persons only for fun and not for their blood. He also known as the "Vampire slayer". He also kills Vampires for fun, because they are more powerful than a normal human. As years passed he became a monster. Doing massacres when Vampiers or humans were alone and when the rich was outside, he killed them without thinking, only thinking in the fun he can have. But as years passd, the rich persons and vampires were afraid of him, avoiding him, having their guardians and saves around them. Kyosgue have the sword that covered by blood, the sword that was once of his best friend, but he murdered him. He violently killed him only to know, how the people fills when he kills a dear person for them. But he did not feel anything....
Other: He uses his friend's sword the sword is named Katana zetsumei, also known as the sword of death.
Rp Sample: I wil post it later.

[chrno]

well then what kind of "more" information do you need ?

[Dactylus]

Oooh, I’ll sign up. Sorry, my writing is terrible after weeks of to having done crap with word.

Name: Sean Munchest

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance: Sean is something of what people call a ‘pretty boy’. Standing at an even height of six feet with a lean figure, he doesn’t even look like much of a threat, a fact that, in itself, belies his nature. His eyes are a shining gray, glimmering when victory is obvious and dull when his mood is…let’s just say less than elated. Goggles are pushed onto his brow, ready to be lowered should he require optical protection, and his hair, dyed scarlet, is mounted on his scalp in a series of suave spikes. His body, draped in a white, wrinkled oxford shirt and unbuttoned suit, is lax and, at times, slouched, though it has an amusing tendency to grow straight and mocking when he taunts opponents. Invisible because of shirt cuffs, extremely technologically advanced bracers are fastened onto his wrists and connected to his nervous system, allowing Sean to eject electrical discharge from them when he applies the right amount of pressure to his palm. Firearms, mostly handhelds, are scattered across his torso and belt, most not able to be viewed unless he’s scrutinized with utmost detail. Dress pants, dark blue like his suit, extend down to his scuffed black shoes.

Personality: There are many words to describe Sean’s one-track attitude, but the most prominent of these is cocky. Rarely does he miss a chance to subtly degrade someone, though he rarely boasts of himself. Calm and non-aggressive (at least during negotiations), Munchest is a perfect candidate to persuade some expensive company to “generously donate’” half of their treasury to his own organization. Vampires disgust him beyond most other vile creatures, and he relishes putting the beasts into their proper place: hell. In battle, he’s as calm as ever, smirking while his impeccable aim locates its prey and lets off a bang. Unfortunately, his attitude can lead to the up taking of “duels” and challenges set by his enemies that are nigh impossible and often prove to be his defeat.

Past: Not much to hear, Sean grew up in an upper-class family and spent his days honing both his fighting skills (the effect of watching too much anime and wishing to imitate them), studying various forms of martial arts as well as a short time in the boxing field (though he wasn’t exactly a marvel at them). While in college, a bank scheme took all of his family’s money, leaving them in the gutter, where his sister was repeatedly raped off the street and his moth and father were put down and, eventually, killed. Tired of it all, Sean left his siblings and wandered around for a year, living off whatever odd jobs he could find, before joining Slain, picked up for his slightly above average fighting skills and contempt for the more horrid aspects of the world. There, they gave him cybernetic implants that accelerated several of his bodily functions, giving him an increased strength and agility, as well as a heightened endurance. His power does not equal the legendary force of your common household vampire, which is why Sean was operated on and given enhanced his vision as well as years of arduous gun training. Without a doubt, he is an extremely dangerous man, and a competent vampire hunter.

Other: His motorcycle, Zen, is an incredible vehicle, able to reach high speeds in a small amount of time and made of some of the most durable of metals. Compartments in its sides, which can be opened by the driver, lead to at least a dozen different weapons, from sawed off shotguns to a mini-grenade launcher. Additionally, the compartments hold belts of ammo, a fraction of which are bullets encased with holy water. He is a powerful warrior, but his increased metabolism due to his cybernetic implants cause him to become weary very quickly after physical work, resulting in easy prey for vampires.

If you’re having trouble imagining my character, Reno of the Turks is quite similar, though they are not at all alike. Oh, and the idea for Zen came almost completely from Final Fantasy Advent Children and Akira, so feel free to reference to any of those if trying to imagine it.

Rp Sample: Empty. That was the only word able to describe the abandoned slums in what was once Australia, their streets barren and plagued by a constant film of dust sweeping the air. The people had long since moved out to the renovated areas, and only a few sad souls remained in this wasteland. The wan moon illuminated a waxy night sky, the stars blurred by the few functioning streetlights. Not a soul seemed to live, no sound interrupted the compressing veil of silence, and nothing disturbed the realm of no sound. Nothing except for a faint roar that was growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

It was only a second, possibly less, that one could see the pale, blue haired humanoid leaping across the rooftops, then he was gone, clad again in the darkness of midnight and carried on swift legs. The second after that brought another shape into view, but it, again, was gone after the brief expanse of tie that fills only a hundred milliseconds. After that, the roar, which had reached its peak, dulled and slowly fell to a soft hum. Only one man saw this, and he blinked from behind the smudged window of his two room apartment, soda falling to the floor in a clatter that shook him after what he saw. But, thinking, he shook his head; a vampire and hunter in this town? No way.

Way. Sean rocketed past the dirty buildings and skyscrapers on Zen, allowing wheels to have slid from the openings in its hull, the hover mechanism had been a bit faulty as of late. Goggles were masking his eyes; their delightful features lightning the way for him like flashlights, the night vision aspect wouldn’t be suitable with these streetlamps. A smirk played on his lips as he caught sight of his prey and pressed a button on Zen’s interface, opening a large compartment to his left. Chuckling, he pulled out a single-handed shotgun and took careful aim, taking a moment or two to steady his hand with all the wind barraging it. Not a difficult task at all, seeing as how his few cybernetic nerves aided, and he had the weapon set perfectly within half a minute.

Bang. A bullet flew from the weapon. Bang Another, just in case. Bang. A final shot, to finish the job once it was down. The first merely grazed the vampire, but the second sunk into its arm, and the third its head. Sean’s bike reared up and screeched to a halt as he hopped off and nimbly scaled the one story brick house, easily done with all the footholds the loose mortar provided. On the roof, he scampered to his victim and grinned, one hand still holding the gun and the other stuffed in his pocket.

“You’re down,” he muttered, more to himself then to the unconscious demon, as the hunter pulled a cross-shaped dirk from his belt and knelt by his fallen prey. A single motion saw the blade deep within the monsters chest, and Sean promptly stood and climbed back down, mounting Zen. “Pathetic,” he whispered, “not even a challenge.” With that, he was off, ready for another assignment.

OOC: I might try to add another character in later, but I doubt it.

[Shiney]

Name: Dakado
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Speicies: Human (Cloned.)
Appearance: His cloning was imperfect, and as a result, not only is his personality deranged, but his eyes and hair are both the color of dark blood. His skin is the color of a dark tan, but from natural pigment, and he has a tall, slim, and well-muscled frame. Hy typically wears a dark grey trenchcoat that he can shed imidiately when he needs mobility, under which he simply wears modern clothes, usually a simple shirt and pants.
Personality: Deranged. Dakado is typically an arrogant, but witty, clever, and almost disturbingly cheerful in his manner of speaking, but he sometimes suffers from his attacks, terrible headpains, which can occasionally drive him to kill just about anything he can.
Past: As an imperfect clone, there was no real use for him, and he was sent to be a pet. However, shortly after he was sold, his strongest attack came upon him, driving him to his current state of insanity. He murdered his owner with ease, and is currently worming his way through the dregs of society.
Other: He's human, but his reflexes are lightning fast, and killing comes naturally to him. However, his head pains can incapacitate him quite easily, so I consider him balanced.

Rp Sample: Askari looked down over the railing as the door shattered, and Dakado entered, closely followed by Memnon. This immidiately activated her sense of survival, as wlel as her blade sharp survival instinct. "Is this treachery I smell in the air, my dears?" She asked down to them. Memnon looked up, brushing a wrinkle from his sapphire blue robes, and said "Not treachery, merely revenge for murdering my children." He said, in his always-calm tone. Askari simply thought, and then asked "I suppose it will be you who strikes the deathblow, my beloved?" She asked Dakado, and the deranged swordsman replied "Not exactly a difficult choice, is it? On one hand there's the treacherous ***** who ordered me killed, on the other hand- Oh wait, it's still the treacherous ***** who consigned my death." He said, and in a series of uncanny jumps, he moved from rail to rail, until he was next to her, slowly pulling the swords from their single sheath, a smile on his face, but his eyes glittering strangely..

[Xhaiden]

((Soon we shall start so be prepared! My intro comes first. Chrno look at everyone else's descriptions. I can not see your picture so I would appriciate it if you described you character. ))

[EvIL_CAjUN_CHIkIN]

Form

Name: Samantha Camlila
Age: just around 163(yeah, she’s young for her vampire side) looks about 16 or 17)
Gender: female
Species: Half human-half vampire (yes, I will be the special one since no one else is half n half here)
Appearance: Samantha has her mother’s jet black hair abundant with waves, her father’s piercing beautiful crystal blue eyes, and a body like an angel’s. Her hair, in her face, and her eyes, lined with black. She wears a torn skirt that goes to her knees, with black pantyhose and black ballerina shoes with a hard sole laced up above her shins. Her shirt is of course, black with the arms of lace and tied around to her back is a small bow, a ribbon given to her by her grandmother.
Personality: Samantha is normally adventurous and outgoing. But if someone mentions her parents she is very stubborn and angry. Being a halfling, her attitude changes with her surroundings. She loves to go out on her own and investigate what she pleases, where she pleases. Being alone, means thinking time for Samantha. You’d know when something was wrong because Samantha has always been abnormally quiet when she senses danger.
Past: Even with a mortal name, Samantha never ceases to continuously be strong, no matter what people say to her. Her mother was a human, and her father was a vampire. This made life extremely hard for Samantha, she had to hide her vampiric abilities quite often, even the slightest thing could bring out her bad side. Before even learning about her abilities, at a very young age around 13, her parents were killed by the humans, her mother sacrificing herself so Samantha‘s father could survive, only to die for nothing. The human‘s promise meant nothing, and soon after the killing of her mother, her father was quickly murdered and gotten rid of. Her grandmother had to teach her about her parent’s past, going deep into the darkest memories of how they met and how her adventurous mind had come from her mother, Lilian, always wanting to experience new things. And her father, Shamus, who had given Samantha her fangs, and the vampiric half of her mind she also had. Together, they were inseperable. Never had there been a day when they didn’t venture to the pond where there was smoke all around, darkness filled the earth at the moment when just children they were, her father sat and watched Lilian from a distance, in awe of her beauty. One day, they met and sparks flew, every day they met at the pond. And anything beyond that, well that would be a different story.
Other: samantha has a kid sister, Elizabeth, about 6 years younger than samantha. Because of the risk of her being killed by the humans too, her parents sent her to live with their grandparents. Samntha and her have been keeping in touch by letters and other ways their entire lives.
RP Sample: Jukii came up on the home where Astrii now lived at. She had not seen her for a few weeks and it was now time for her to talk to Astrii about her vision. Jukii's vision was that something would come to an end. Not just a thing, an important and great thing. Jukii knew that Astrii would be able to help her.

But when Jukii came up on the place, there were two Jedi standing outside Astrii's home. Jukii could sense that it was a padawan and master. Jukii froze time, walked over to them, took out her light sabers which she know had two of them. Jukii put them up to their necks and unfroze time. The Jedi quickly noticed that she was there, but could do nothing.

"Now, since you guys are new at coming to visit,", Jukii said, making up the 'new to visit' part, "I'll let you guys off easily, k?", she said. "As the others already know, Jedi are not welcome here, so...", Jukii said as she froze time, put them on the hover bikes they came on and set them off to the farthest destination. Then, Jukii unfroze time and watched them disappear into the horizon.

"Well, that was fun.", Jukii said as she waited for Astrii to come back. She could see them on their hover bikes coming back to the home. Jukii had chose to not be on either side of the force anymore. She didn't really like to be called a dark sider or a sith, Jukii was sick of those names. Instead, Jukii was on no side, but she still agreed with either side about their decisions. No, Jukii was not a great fan of the Jedi, but not a huge one of the dark side either.

The dark side had betrayed her, no one would take the time to understand her or train her, so, Jukii trained herself to become all powerful. Now she could do much more things than others that have chosen to be on either side of the force. Sure, Jukii still used the force, but she liked to be caled a free spirit of darkness, seeing as how she can do what she pleases, and she still has ties with the dark side. Jukii still agreed to take Darth Valor's place if something were to happen to him, but she sensed that he would fight to the death not to give up his place on the dark side.Every now and then she would do a favor for him, but only every now and then. Other than that, she would rarely see him.

Jukii sat on a tall rock by the home. She had her hood on so that she would not be recognized if Astrii was not too fond of Jukii anymore. Still, Jukii continued to wait for her old friend, still wondering if Astrii still had the heart to tell Jukii what happened on their home planet that directed them to their different sides of the force.

yayness... I get to join...

Awesome RP if I do say so myself... XD XD XD

[Xhaiden]

Alright, since all of the players are set I shall begin. All OOC posts are now officially closed. *Cracks fingers,neck, spine, elbows, shoulders, and wings* Time to play my dear little friends. ^^ I warn you right now, I have had litte to no sleep over the past four days so this intro will be really wacked out. Also everything in this rp will contain violent things. You have any problems with blood then I suggest you leave.

Lyst: *slowly trys to sneek away*

Me: Not you! -_-;;

Lyst: WAAAHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!?!? T_T

Me: *smack* Get ta work! ><

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Silence...

A dark figure stood out on the balcony of one of the tallest buildings in Neo metropolis, the Ikikara Tower. It was an impressive structure indded, incorperated the traditional medeval castel with a new structure that was advanced even for the time. The Ikikara family was a world leader in the Music industry, known universally. Recently however, the pride of the company has been the two sons, Lystless and of course the future head of the family Daemian. Both were now part of the biggest rock band in the New York district. Shattered Wings ((Still accepting members for this. I need a drummer,Bass, and keyboard.)) is the name of the new band, and the boys apparently have no intention of slowing down any with it.

Of course, the Ikikara family also funds several hosptals as well as many foundations that are vital to the world. However...There is a dark side to the family. At least, the intermediate family and a few cousins. The whole main group are vampires, which is mainly why the family has done so well.

The figure who stood so proudly from his place on the balcony looked down at the thousands of lights and humans that appeared to be ants from this hieght, his long tresses of pure silver flowing about his form wildly. Eyes of intense silver reflected the multicolored lights of the world below. He was beautiful to say the least, his god like face starp and pale. His bare chest was exposed to the three moons that orbited the planet, the uearthral glow that seemed to come from his pale skin giving his body an angelic look.

" Oy! Nii-san!" A voice called from behind him. The vampire turned to face a younger man, his startling blue hair standing out wildly about his face.

" Nani? Halfbreed?" The silver haired man asked, casting an annoyed glare towards the other.

" Haiaku!Chichiun!" The boy exclaimed, the silver haired man's eyes widening. Without another word the duo rushing inside, charging through the corridors.

In a darkened room an old man sat, pale and sickly looking. Plush blackets were wrapped tightly around his frail body, a cough escaping him. His long reddish hair was limp and hung loosely around his face, the veins in his body standing out. This man, known as Dynasti Ikikara was the oldest vampire in existance. He had resently reawakened from a long sleep and was weak. The two younger vampires burst into the room, the old man's large blue eyes looking up at them weakly.

" Chichiun!"

" Shii-san!"

With that both rushed forward, bowing deeply before the older male.

" My...beautiful...children." The old vampire wheezed softly, reaching out to caress their head's gently. He took another wheezing gasp, coughing loudly and violently.

" OY! Why hasn't his blood be prepared!? Move now! Haiaku!" The silver haired man snapped to a group of others nearby. They rushed to do the man's bidding, the silver haired man returning his gaze to his father.

" It has been...so...long." The old vampire stated, both of his children smiling at him warmly. A few minutes later vampires returned baring several bags of blood and many iv tubes. After they had hooked the old vampire up they left the three men alone.

" I have missed you Chichiun." The blue haired boy stated, hiding his discust of the sight of the red liquid.

" We both have." The silver haired man added softly. The red haired vampire smiled weakly, touching both of his sons with a withered hand.

" We are together again...my dear...loves..." The red haired man coughed. The two boys left their father shortly after, both silent.

" Finally Chichiun is back..." The blue haired boy stated, earning nothing but a nod from the silver haired man.

" Come Lystless...Father will want his rest." The older of the two stated, walking back towards his office. The second nodded slightly.

" Hai, Daemon Nii-san." He replied.

[chrno]

OoC: your story is great but im leaving

Admin's Edit: Don't make negative comments please.

[~Ozy~]

"Master?" Lillian said softly, her pale skin dyed crimson by the dim red light of my personal chambers. I licked my lips, craving more of her flesh, her blood. Recently, she seemed to be the only one who could remotely satiate my lusts, let alone fully satisfy them. It would be dangerous, though, she had lost much blood tonight, my sheets were stained with it. Still, if I wanted to, she would willingly submit, become my slave again, a creature to fufill my whims, living for no other purpose. I smiled at the thought, leaning over and licking a rivulet of blood from between her breasts.

She moaned softly, perssing her torso upwards as I did so. I had to surpress a twisted giggle, knowing her desires were as sick as mine. In a pleading, desirous vouice she said again, "Master? You said you had a new assignment for me?" I nodded slightly, running a fang along her body, listening to her moan. I quickly licked the blood from her broken skin, saying, "Yes. I need more information on the inner workings of the Ikikara family. You are to work your way into one of their best new acts, Shattered Wings as a bassist." She nodded and said pleadingly, "Yes master, but... but... You won't be able to take me..."

I nodded, saying, "True enough. I have other pets to fufill my desires, and besides, I can find ways into concerts and such easily enough." I reached up and scratched her cat ears, listening to her veritably purr contentedly. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "My slave will still have her sick fantasies fufilled." Lillian nodded excitedly, whispering back, "One last time tonight master? Please?" I nodded, licking my lips again and skinking my fangs into her flesh as I rolled atop her. I wasn't sure whether her screams of pain or pleasure were the louder.

[Shiney]

I walked the nearly abandoned streets, reflecting to myself the monotiny of life. I didn't bother with caution, after all, if I died, all the better. I didn't even react other than stopping as thugs came out of the shadows, and surrounded me in a loose circle. I needed my fix, and this was the simplest way to get it... Right as they moved forward, so did I, becoming slightly blurred at the edges as I moved towards the first.


Precisely 18.73 seconds later, all six thugs had hit the ground, either the left or right temple bashed in. Instant death. I walked on, unconcerned, shrugging my coat back on. I stopped by one, who was wearing a portable music player, and slipped it off of the corse, and onto my own head, bobbing slightly in time to the coarse music. I felt much better now. I was no vampire, I needed no blood to survive, just food and water, but my pains were always less when I knew I had recently caused death. It was such a soothing feeling...

[GoGoTenda]

Name: Kakeru Konban
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Speicies: Human
Appearance: Kakeru is black-haired and blue-eyed, and blessed with a small amount of angelic charisma. He is of average height with a fairly tight build; defined but not overly pronounced muscles. Kakeru typically wears a jerkin of some kind and a pair of slacks. His feet are enclosed in a pair of gaiters while his hands are uncovered, save for a silver ring around each wrist. Kakeru's right ear is pierced near the top-back by a small silver earing. He also carries a pack containing an extra pair of clothes and various tools that he needs for his 'profession'. Because of how incriminating such objects could be, the pack is always well guarded and occassionally armed with a simple alarm in case it is opened. A single silver dagger is strapped to his right thigh with the blade hidden in a sheath the same color as his pants. His extra pair of clothes consists of a black leather tank top and blank leather pants, along with two fingerless gloves. Kakeru reserves this garb for any jobs he might attempt, or when he makes an occassional trip to a club.
Personality: Cocky and arrogant on the outside, Kakeru is never afraid to speak his mind. He blames his brash statements on his mouth, which "says things before my mind has a chance to check them". Kakeru is constantly smiling, usually because he finds other people screwing up as a source of entertainment. His outward arrogance hides an ever working mind that is always searching for things to take and ways to escape from any situation, plausible and not, that he can think of. Kakeru takes particular joy from outsmarting vampires, and has taken a habit of leaving cards with cameras so he can watch their reactions when they realize what he's taken. Though he generally dislikes vampires, Kakeru can't stand those that work for such ideals as 'justice' or even 'vengeance' (this, of course, has never stopped him from killing a few vamps that have wronged him before).
Past: Kakeru was sold as a pet at the age of six, but refused to obey his so-called 'master'. The following three years almost killed Kakeru, as he was constantly beaten and forced into doing whatever his master commanded. Such treatment could not tame Kakeru, however, and he let out his aggressions in one violent flash. The child stabbed from behind the man, but nearly died from fright when his master did not die. It became clear to Kakeru that he was serving something unnatural and he fled desperately into the city, running from the richer sections into the slums. Having no family that he was aware of nor a home to return to, Kakeru turned to theft in order to survive. He somehow managed to beat an otherwise cruel fate, and lived to pull off a fairly well known robbery in which the quivalent of several thousand dollars was stolen from wealthy buisness man. With the funds, Kakeru (now 14) began to live in a dingy apartment and pull off more elaborate heists. He came into contact with other thieves and traded various secrets and bought supplies off of them. When he managed to loot $100,000 dollars from a nearby bank, the police began to take more notice, causing Kakeru to move home base. His skills also attracted the attention of the Slain, who were far better and slightly more determined to find him than the cops were. Kakeru declined their offer to join, but agreed that he would do whatever the Slain wanted in exchange for not handing him over to the police.
Other: Kakeru is also known as the Bandit Wraith for his tendencies to slip away as if he has faded from this plane. He suspects that he might have a small amount of cat DNA spliced into him, which would explain his reflexes and perhaps be reason why he was a 'pet'.

Rp Sample:

Click click click. It was the only sound, and a barely heard one at that, that could be heard in the still night. Anybody could have identified them as footsteps, and that's exactly what they were. Kakeru Konban, the Bandit Wraith, was about to strike again. The noise stopped and a lone figure was barely visible in the black hallway. The leather that covered his body was enough camoflauge to make him nearly impercievable to anyone without altered vision. This is so boring...I suspected something more than a laser room. He had recently moved through a large room containing an large number of lasers that were easily visible once Kakeru had used a little something from his bag of tricks. His body had moved deftly through the trap, moving from one position to the next quickly and skillfully. Now all that seperated him from his goal was probably just a door with an intricate lock.

Kakeru moved one foot forward and stopped with it brushing the surface. He applied a little more pressure and felt the tile give slightly. Just pressure plates, no problem. He pulled something out of his bag and slipped the two items over his fingers so that they settled where the digits met the hand. Three spikes with harpoon like edges were on each hand now, and Kakeru made a jump towards the ceiling. The spikes impaled themselves, and Kakeru began to move across the area by means of a monkey bar type of arm swinging. When he was hanging next to the large door, he dropped and slipped the knuckles away. The lock was on the wall to his right and the screen glowed a yellowish green. A keypad adorned the face of the lock, and a cursor blinked on the screen. It's just a number combination from the looks of it. A PDA sized device was revealed from the pack, and Kakeru had the door open in seconds.

He walked into the next room, and raised a hand to his eyes as spotlights suddenly lit and pointed at him. "**** it." It was the only thing he said as he dashed to the right. His ears were filled with the sound of gunfire against the stone walls that lined the room. I should have predicted this...so it's a good thing I did. As he continued around the circular room, Kakeru flung a black sphere at the floor to his left. The ball erupted into great billows of somke, and the thief heard men coughing above him on a balcony somewhere. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand and leapt to the center of the room where his target was located in a glass box. There's no point in stealth now. I'll just swipe this. His foot crashed through the delicate container and the air was filled with sounds of alarm. Kakeru's free arm dropped a small card, and he snatched the necklace that lay on a pillow before him before he ran for the door. He sprinted across the pressure plates without worry and then through the room that had contained lasers. The doors were in the processing of going into lockdown, covering themselves with great sheets of steel. Without missing a beat, Kakeru jumped through a window and landed softly on a springy cushion he had prepared earlier. His target in hand, Bandit Wraith fled into the night without another glance at the mansion behind him.

[Dactylus]

OOC: So sorry, this is terribly written. Oh well.

“Graaaaaagh!” cried the defecating beast, his skin paper thin and pale, as he lunged forward. His fangs, laced with dried human blood caked around their serrated edges, were thrust forward as he ran headfirst at the blasted man opposing him. It was a distance of nearly twenty feet, but the demon had it covered in a few moments, eyes gleaming with a terrible lust for human blood. However, this mans blood was not for any vampire to indulge in, for it was unique in the fact that it flowed through the veins of one of the most capable vampire hunters in the city.

The screams broke the silence of the nigh abandoned streets, erupting from the fifty-second floor of a skyscraper currently in construction, with metal framework clearly visible, leaving each platform open to the sky around the structure. Everything above the floor in question had not even been provided with a solid groundwork yet, in fact, they were just steel beams. Yet, this narration digresses; let us return to our self-proclaimed justice bringer.

Sean only smirked as his newest victim charged him rashly, crying in defiance, wishing against all hope that he would not meet his end in such a dismal land. His hand shot out and caught the creature by its brow, giving him ample time to dance around it and shove it forward a bit; the beast stumbled, and the hunter crouched low before pumping his legs and soaring to the next level, landing gracefully on a metal beam. With a hiss, the monster promptly leaped as well, with an ease that Sean loathed, and was in a few feet when its eyes widened with dismay.

From his unbuttoned suit jacket, the Slain operative whipped out a sawed off shotgun, propelling a fat bullet into the vile miscreants forehead and sending it crashing to the floor. As it writhed and cringed, Sean replaced the firearm and pulled out a small sphere, no bigger then his thumbnail.

“Sayonara, sucker,” he chuckled, dropping the pellet. The instant it touched the vampires body, it exploded into a small inferno, engulfing the denizen of evil in roaring flames. “Hmph,” he snorted, watching the abomination curl into black ashes, “another one gone. Suppose I’d better find some dinner, two in one night…huh.”

Without another word, he strolled calmly to the edge of the beam and stepped off, letting the wind caress his hair before pulling a string on his belt. A small, dark blue ball and four wires flew out of his collar, inflating into a parachute momentarily and allowing him to slowly drift downwards, cutting through the humid air like a butter knife through steak. Just as the ground seemed only a yard away, Sean sent his fingers through a little jig, using the cybernetic implants to summon his bike, Zen; sure enough, it wheeled into view only seconds after.

The parachute automatically compressed itself and slunk back to where it came from while he mounted Zen and bounded out of the street, but a curious sight give him cause to stop before a minute of riding. A boy, perhaps only a few years younger than himself, was strolling around with a music player, but what interested Sean were the bodies lying motionless behind the lad.

“Oi,” he called out, “what’re you doing here, kid? It’s late, you know.” The two were perhaps twenty feet away, and the hunter had his hand on a pistol in his pocket and was ready to pull it out within a second, just in case.

[Shiney]

I blinked, looking up, and stopped the player. "Time is of no consern to me. I'm merely taking a walk." I said, for all the world as though I wasn't leaving several corpses behind me. "It's better to walk when it's late, there aren't as many people to crowd you. And what disturbances there are can be dispatched easily enough." I said, keeping my usual, cheerful, almost arrogant tone. Arrogant it may be, but there was no taunting or goading in my voice. This was simply the speech of a man who believed he could do anything...

[Shadowfaith]

“…”

“Come on Kyle, don’t be such a wimp…look, she’s practically there for the taking, all it takes is for you to swoop down there and sink your fangs into her neck…You can’t keep relying on me to kill them for you.” A Vampire, who looked no older than seventeen, glanced at the woman who stood alone in the alley way, she had foolishly split from her group of friends and was now adjusting her hair.

Kyle said nothing, but continued to gaze at the woman, unsure of what to do at this precise moment. He could easily kill this woman, but that was easier said than done…he had not killed anyone for his own satisfaction in his life, he had always counted on his master for guidance before he met Kali, and Kali there on.

Of course he had killed those who came to be in his path, but that was because they threatened his life as well. No matter how much he wished not to kill, many a times, he had had no choice in the matter.

Kali sighed, casting her gaze upon the older looking Vampire. She had grown tiered of pleading Kyle to take his own food, it wasn’t difficult, and in fact she enjoyed it thoroughly. There was nothing more pleasing than taking an innocent life to please ones blood lust, her fangs tingled at the mere thought of it. She shuddered in delight.

Kyle on the other had, did not see the enjoyment in taking ones life, he had never thanked his master for this eternal gift. Of course he knew he needed blood to keep up his strength and he did not wish to rot, but taking such an innocent life? Did he really want to create more sin than he already had?

Kali grew more and more impatient by the second, her own thirst for blood growing rapidly. She bared her fangs and pounced upon her comrade in her rage, grabbing him by the collar as he hit the floor with a large thump, hitting his head painfully against the roof of the stone building. Her ruby eyes glared daggers and her fangs were mere millimetres away from his throat.

“Do not be a fool, Kyle” She hissed “If you do not kill her now, then you will die…I will NOT be responsible for you any longer, after more than one thousand years, you still have yet to kill for blood…how utterly pathetic.”

Rage coursed through Kyle’s body as the younger looking Vampire spat curses at him. Why did he take such punishment from such a child minded creature? She was older than him, yes, even wiser, but she still had the mind of a child.

With remarkable strength, he pushed the black clad figure from his torso and watched as the lithe form soared through the air and landed painfully on her back. She only laughed at his sudden rebelliousness and raised herself into a sitting position. She grinned upon seeing Kyle hop from the buildings edge and take the woman by the shoulders before plunging his great, pearl fans into her neck.

There was no scream, there was only a muffled noise and the swoon of his Vampiric kiss took over and she was soon lowered to a babbling mould. Kyle groaned inwardly as the sweet liquid ran down his throat, springing to life a lust that he had never felt. Drinking from a live body was simply marvellous, never had he felt such lust and energy.

Kali watched with utter glee as her ‘fledgling’ fed for the first time from a live source. Her own lust seemed to quench just upon watching him, but she knew that not to be true…but she would deal with her own hunger later, this was a moment to savour, and she was not ready to leave just yet.

Kyle soon fell to his knees in his lust, and cradled the dying body in his arms. The woman had now passed out from blood loss and her cheeks were beginning to pale, but still Kyle did not stop.

This is when Kali stepped in, hopping gracefully from the buildings edge and kneeling down besides Kyle, she pulled his head gently away from the dying body and smiled warmly, but rather cruelly.

“You must stop before the hear cesses beating, less you wish to die yourself.” She warned him, a lesson she had foolishly forgotten to teach him. She rose and took a hold his hand, pulling him up with her. The smile had yet to leave her pale face.

“At last!” She yelled aloud, her voice laughing “At last I can finally call you a true Vampire, bravo! Simply marvellous!”

Kyle said nothing, only breathed harshly, though he did not need any breath at all, he simply could not believe that in which he had just done.

“Now come!” Stated Kali “I still hunger”

[GoGoTenda]

Kakeru walked through the dark streets, twirling a shining necklace around his right index finger. He had long since escaped the sirens and shouts of alarm that had soon accompanied his acquisition, and now calmly strode through the night while humming a simple tune. His mind, however, continued to analyze what had happened and Kakeru thought of several different options that he could have taken while still thinking of numerous ways to prevent it from happening again. After awhile, Kakeru gave into his stomach and thought of what he magnificent food he would buy first after pawning the necklace. Perhaps some choice salmon, or a piece of tender, mouth watering veel. Having lost focus, Kakeru walked head first into someone else. He uttered an 'oof!' when he stumbled and teetered on the brink of falling while amazingly staying standing.

"I wasn't paying attention. Excuse me -" Kakeru had been ready to walk away again when he looked at the man before him. He had deep red hair in spikes, along with grey eyes that made Kakeru feel oddly cold. Or perhaps it's just because of the night. The red-haired man wore a pair of goggles and fairly nice clothes. As his brain digested the clashing image, Kakeru noticed another red-haired man, who was covered in a trenchcoat. Either I stumbled into gang territory, which would be bad considering that all the gangs around here know who I am, or they're just trying to be 'different'. As if any of that actually matters. Kakeru at the thought as he subconciously hid the golden necklace in a pocket. He realized that he was still in his thieving garb and wondered what the two before him would think.

"Terribly sorry, sir, I just got distracted by something else. I do hope you'll forgive me." Kakeru bowed slightly to the man he had ran in to, while running his eyes up and down for any sign of valuables. Almost completely hidden were several minute bulges that Kakeru recognized instantly as weapons. This is a little more interesting...he appears to be ready for a war, or at least an angry mob. He could maybe, just maybe, pass as a member of that 'Slain' group. I shouldn't mess with him or Slain'll do something about it. They're always hanging something over my head. Kakeru's thought all this in the bow that lasted only a second, then spoke out loud when he had straightened again. "What are the two of you doing out here at night? Not anything suspicious, or illegal I hope." Kakeru grinned in a devious way, trying to make his company uncomfortable.

[Shiney]

I blinked, and turned my gaze to the newcomer. Quite obviously a thief from his manner, I had dealt with the type before. I had nothing of value on me besides my weapons, so I wasn't afraid. Those who tried to take my weapons usually found their end from them. Still, just the same, I slipped my arms fom the sleeves of the coat, and had one on my back-sheath, and the other on my belt holster, just in case... "This situation is becoming rather tense." I said, still in the same tone. "I suggest that we simply wlak away, however..."


My coat fell to the ground behind me, and I was holding a simple slug-thrower pistol out at eye level, and a vibroblade held defensively across my chest. "If you wish to fight me and risk losses from both of us, I am prepared." I didn't fear these men, but I never killed when I wasn't "hungry" for it. Still, I was confident I could survive this if I had to. "Judging from your actions, you are a fighter who has managed to survive an unusually long time." I said to the man with red hair, not much older than myself. "I hope that if you don't intend to kill me, you'll tell me how you learned." I wanted to know how normal people became killers...

[Wolf_Goddess]

A scream fills the night, and a body drops down to the ground of the streets. Blood exits out of the slit throat of the man, and stains the ground on which he lay. Yaela bends down, touching the man's thick blond locks with her free hand, staining them bloody from his own blood. Bright red drops of blood fleck her lips, disguised, though, by her own lips as red as blood itself. However, tiny drops roll down her chin, giving her an eerie appearance as she stood there in the forever night. She grins cruely, licking the blood of her sword before sheathing it, however, when half of the sword stuck out of its sheath, she quickly takes it out and stabs the man through the chest, gliding it down until it is free, and she quickly sheathes it, letting the blood remain on the forever bloody sword. The man is perfectly cut in half from his chest down, the vital organs ceasing to work and blood continuously filters onto the street.

She sniffs and kicks the corpse aside, continuing her stroll down the streets, the sheath threatening anyone who casts her cruel or shocked looks.
'This is between you an me,' the sword seems to hiss from its sheath when the humans' wandering eyes happened upon it. Yaela whipes the blood from her chin, and continues onwards.

[Dactylus]

Sean blinked at the murderers answer, filled with a philosophical note but still poised on the brink of naivety. Obviously he could defend himself…against humans, but how would he fare against a demon of darkness? Vampires, while not exactly common, were not an alien sight to the eyes of the city; surely this fool knew that! Cocking one eyebrow, Munchest placed a hand on the interface of Zen, allowing it to scan his palm and open the major functions the beauteous vehicle possessed.

He was startled again, however, as a lad, even younger then the first, bumped into his bike, muttering an apology and then scrutinizing Sean pointedly, his gaze falling on his hidden firearms. This wasn’t the time for such a disturbance, and the hunter nearly pulled out the pistol then and there, but he recognized the sly voice as a freelance thief who occasionally aided Slain. Knowledge of his coworkers was the key to success, and the difference between a gruesome gundown and a clever alliance, at times. Instead, he merely smirked and gently laid a finger on a small button amidst the complex screen in front of him, all of which would only respond to his hands.

“You shouldn’t be out yourself, bud. Don’t bother with what I’m doing, let’s just say that my services are…helpful to the city,” he murmured deviously as a compartment opened on Zen’s side, the one that didn’t face his newest company. Inside was a rack of assorted firearms, ammo, and even more complex weapons (such as fire pellets); Sean lowered one hand into the small armory, looking as if he were simply reaching down (for the compartment opened at an acute angle, allowing it to be easily missed by people looking at the bike straight on from a distance). With mounting confidence, the murderer shrugged off a trench coat, pulled out two weapons, one of them a slug-shooting handgun, and spoke- but Sean didn’t care, he was in action the moment the handgun came into view.

The arm in his pocket whipped out and chucked his pistol high into the sky while, simultaneously, his other pulled out a complex shotgun sort of weapon, with what appeared to be a blade on the end of its sleek blue frame. The weapon whirred for a moment before firing; and in what seemed like no time at all, and it may have been no time at all, a metallic clang rung from where the pistol was, sending to the ground with a thunk, a large dent in its side. By the time the event had transpired another weapon, something of a supped-up shmeisser, was dormant in his spare hand.

“Don’t threaten me, kid,” he called, a grin on his face, “put down the weapons and we’ll talk like…civilized adults.” The last two words seemed to be dripping with sarcasm.

[Shiney]

I didn't flinch as he gave off his display of prowess, but was instead focusing. I could probably take him down, but I was certain I'd get shot in the process, perhaps fatally. As much pain as I had to endure, life was still to sweet for me to just give up. My eyes flickered towards an alleyway on my right, a telltale sign I was about to dart. Hopefully, he'd be too observant for his own good. I tendsed, and jumped into an alleyway, but on my left side, and immidiately began to make my way into the darkness, leaving my coat laying there on the street. It was too heavy, and would only slow me down, since it had a few of my tricks in it. I could replace those later, what was most important now was getting away with my skin whole...

[Wolf_Goddess]

The vampiress stops suddenly, looking curiously at two men arguing in the street. In an instant, one had fled.

"Fool," she murmurs, a small hiss licking at her pointed canines. She grips her sword handle, her skirt whipping about slightly in the wind. Perhaps one of these fine, young gentlemen would donate some blood to the needy, her thoughts snarl in her head.

[GoGoTenda]

Kakeru nearly bolted as one of the men pulled out a slug-launcher, but his flight response was soothed when the man on the motorcycle pulled out his own firearms. The other soon fled, and Kakeru was alone with the scarlet haired man. Kakeru laughed at his display of force, slinking to the other side of the bike. "I don't think civilized adults pull guns out on each other." Kakeru paused and put out one hand to push one of the weapons away from him. "You know, someone with all this ammunition must be doing, what did you call it, something helpful to the city." There was a flash of a broad smile as Kakeru confirmed his suspicions. "Yes, you're either a bounty hunter or a vampire hunter. Considering the fact that no non-vampire bounty would require this much firepower, I'd bet on the latter."

Kakeru darted away from the bike as he sensed that its rider may not be all that friendly. After all, any bounty hunter would suspect him of doing something malicious this late at night, and any vampire hunter would know that he was Bandit Wraith due to his forced connections with Slain. As such, the man was likely to be protective of his possessions as long as Kakeru was around. The challenge of not getting shot was too much for Kakeru to stand; he had to see just how far he could go. "So, I suppose you just finished eliminating a target when you bumped into that rather disturbed man. If I went a little ways away from here, would I find a pile of ashes that used to be a vamp? Tell me," Kakeru snuck around the bike through the shadows and leapt to the man's side, "why are you hunting them? Is it because of some sense of justice or duty? Perhaps one of them wronged you in the past and now you want revenge? Maybe you're a vampire yourself who just tries to cleanse the world of your own tainted kind?"

He slipped back to the other side of the bike, where the compartment was still open. A hand flashed inside, rummaged around a bit, then withdrew holding a small pellet. "Aha! You certainly are a vampire hunter if you carry these around all the time. Unless you get into a lot of gang fights, which I doubt by the way you look. The Slain would be blessed to have you, as I'm sure they do. They always get their hands into everything." With a flare of anger towards his psuedo-rulers, Kakeru glared at the pellet and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed on the concrete and burst into flames that died quickly from lack of flammables. Kakeru calmed himself and smiled weakly at the man. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to waste it like that. The Slain...just annoy me."

Something caught Kakeru's eyes, and the boy ducked and moved closer to the bike. His eyes focused on the dark shape, and it resolved into a human figure. It could easily be another hunter, or the police, or a thug, or a vamp. Any thugs around would have been frightened away from here by the gunshot, there's no reason for another hunter, and the police would have never followed me this far. It's probably a vamp then. Kakeru unconciously hid the necklace better by shifting it so that nothing of its presence was indicated. His hand went to the silver dagger, which he began to draw as he watched the figure through the darkness. "Psst, vamp hunter. I think you may find your next kill close than you expect."

[Shiney]

I had resheathed my weapons, and had taken to darting through the alleyways. I was nothing more than a simple shadow, caused by a trick of the eye as I moved across the gaps of light, hurtling over fences. Suddenly, I felt the mist coming again, but this was white, not red. White always meant I'd fall unconscious soon. I stopped in one corner of the darkness, and sat down just in time...

I looked around myself, seeing the familiar scene. The sky wasn't dark, but a bright shade of blue, with a whitish-yellow circle in the sky, and several shapeless white things that swirled above. Below me were soft, green spiky things in such multitude that they actually obscurred the earth beneath them. I walked down the path I knew so well, to where several young men were training with swords that seemed to be made out of some sort of grainy plastic that thunked when they struck another. One in paticular was moving with much more speed, strength, and skill than the others. As usual, I thought to myself "Who is this? Who am I looking at?" He had blonde hair, and shockingly blue eyes, but there was something about him that I couldn't shake. Then, something that had never happened before occured. I heard a masculine voice, my own, say "You are looking at yourself, Skilgannon...

[Wolf_Goddess]

The wicked sound of the sword escaping its sheath filled the night, and Yaela grins, a smile almost as wicked as the sound. Her boots make a deadly clicking sound as it graced upon the tar, and when her foot slid it created such a nasty shriek, that one would have to recoil in terror.

The blood glinted in the moonlight, forever stained upon her merceless sword. Even her pale skin seemed to glow ghostly, and the blood-red lips intensified. Yaela's red hair whipped about her moon-lit face, and with no doubt: Standing before the men was a hauntingly beautiful and graceful creature.

Soon, she was within a good ten feet from them, and most of her features could be made out in the light. Her green eyes flicker like a cat's as the lights seemed to shudder in ecstacy about her, almost feeling her figure with careful fingers. The air itself combed hs fingers through the vampire's hair, feeling the silky smooth tresses as it worked his way down to the end, then shuddering away to begin yet again.

"Hello," she says, a voice rich in a silky smooth accent.

[Dactylus]

OOC: Alright, people, I’ve got homework to do, so I’ll make tis short.

Still chuckling at the kids ‘escape’, Sean allowed himself to relax for a moment, twirling the machine pistol around his fingers while Wraith slipped through the night and began rummaging through his things. At first, this aggravated the hunter, they were HIS items, after all, and they WERE necessary to survive in his occupation, but the kid didn’t seem to be doing any harm. Thus, it was allowed. He was sharp, this one, able to recognize immediately what Sean’s occupation was, though it probably was not the most difficult job to guess from any surrounding equipment.

He started when the suspicious co-operative tossed one of his flame pellets, igniting a signal on the street, “Don’t keep touching my stuff, guy,” he growled, annoyance lacing the words, “or you’ll find yourself at the end of one of those things.” Then, the thief narrowed his eyes and murmured something about a vampire being near, so he relented and stared into the distance; there was indeed a foul creature afoot.

“Here,” he grunted, tossing both the shmeisser and the blade-tipped gun to his temporary companion, “the first one is a machine pistol, a bit more advanced then the norm, and the second is a custom, so don’t lose it. It takes a second to prepare each shot, but they fire at a velocity five times that of the average firearm, so you’ll be able to do some damage and slow it down. I hope you can aim, kid.”

The demon was beginning its approach, stalking through the abandoned streets with a sickening gait, gruesome pale features amplified by the moonlight, the only source of light that didn’t rightfully shun such miscreants. Spitting a curse, yet smirking all the same, Sean deftly used one hand to take a shotgun-type weapon out, managing to load it at the same time, while his free hand worked furiously on the menu Zen provided. In what seemed like only a moment, he slung the weapon into a holster at his belt and dismounted his bike, removing a large, cylindrical object out of a small compartment that had opened in the back.

Once pulled out, the opening was left empty, and he held a tube no more then one foot wide. That changed as he punched a button on its side; the object extended and transformed into what looked like an extremely advanced flamethrower, now extending up to four feet long, with a handle on it top and a hose connected to Zen. Sean took hold of the bar with one hand and held the deadly weapon steady with the other, “Watch closely, I’m going to show you how to kill a vampire.”

A second passed, and then the fiend was a mere ten feet away, rasping in a beautiful, yet unbearably disgusting, voice, “Hello.”

“Goodbye.”

Flames erupted from the nozzle, rushing to engulf their target.

[Wolf_Goddess]

The vampiress looks at the flame, her eyes showing not fear, but a sickening thrill. Almost as though it was a rollercoaster. As though she was in no danger whatsoever. Fire can hurt her, indeed, but she felt no worry to it. If one was faced in a situation such as that, they would be immobilized in sheer terror. But fear was not known in Yaela's nature, oh no. Because she was so calm, and not like a deer facing the oncoming light of a car, she merely leaps aside, letting the flame pass her by. Only when it was in a dead line with her, that she could feel the heat rushing to her, did she feel a prick of fear. However, soon the flame was gone, and same as her fear, and her green eyes look eerilly calm once again.

"I wonder..." she says thoughtfully, looking at the sword and letting her finger prick the tip of the blade, "What it feels like to die? Will you tell me?" the accent rolls over her tongue, such as a cat purring. "I wonder how it feels to come face to face with the owner of your demise? Surely you would know. Such fine gentlemen such as yourselves..."

Yaela held herself calmly, her head held high and her posture straight, such as a model. She looks at the sword, casting no reflection in it. "What's it like being human, might I wonder...?"

[EvIL_CAjUN_CHIkIN]

((ooc: sorry about the ooc post, but I had to say that I'll start tomorrow, just when I get a great idea for a start, my dad tells me to go to bed. Don't worry, I'm still planning to be in this.))

[Alter Ego]

"Bloody heck!"

A stout and bald man in his early fourties kicked his uncooperative car in frustration, but it mattered little; the engine was broken and no amount of kicking or screaming would remedy the matter, something that the man's charge Loki, a faded looking young man in his late teens with ghostly pale skin, faded blonde hair and misty grey eyes dressed in equally faded looking clothes would have been able to tell him straight of. As a matter of fact, he had noticed that the engine was on its last moments before they had even left the safety of the Slain compound. But he wasn't about to tell them that. His grey eyes travelled to the man in front of him, a measure of twisted amusement over his current captor's predicament playing in his mind, even though his expression retained its usual blankness.

"You saw this coming, didn't you?!" the man spat out, striding over to Loki and fixing him with a glare containing a mixture of anger and fear.

"Perhaps I did mister Jones..." the boy replied in his usual drawn-out monotone, looking at the man in front of him in a disconcerting way, as if he was adressing a point located a few inches within the man's skull and the face was only in his way "Or perhaps I didn't."

"For Christ's sake!" The man called Jones growled in frustration "Are you completely incapable of delivering a straight answer?!". This boy had been like that ever since he was incorporated into their ranks and put under his care, answering with 'maybe's and 'maybe not's, never stating anything, never providing anything solid. If he didn't know better he would have sworn that he wasn't on their side at all. Ironically enough, had he known better he would have realized that that was indeed the case. Loki held no loyalty to Slain, in fact; he held no loyalty to anything anymore. The youth didn't deal in certainities anymore, he had decided on it the moment these brutes had slain his old master and taken him captive. If these people were bent on stealing his freedom then he would pay back in equal measure; He would steal their security, whittle away everything that was certain, suspend them in constant doubt over his motives and his loyalty. And slowly, ever so slowly, make them doubt each other. It was a slow method, one that required great patience and above all; time. A commodity that Loki possesed in abundance...

"That may indeed be the case Mr.Jones..." the boy replied after a significant pause, showing no fear for the man out of the simple fact that he saw nothing to be afraid of. He had survived for years with that bloodsucker Azrafel, he could certainly handle this pathetic mortal. "Although goodness knows it might as well not." he concluded, savouring the annoyance of his 'handler'.

The one known as Jones looked ready to protest but then thought the better of it, realizing that there was no point. "Alright then..." he replied gruffly "It's only a few block away now. We'll make it there even without a car." he cast a nervous glance at his surroundings, wondering why on earth he hadn't been provided escort. It was nighttime now, if such a term could be applied to the current world, and there would surely be vampires about, prowling for unsuspecting prey. The man shuddered at the thought, reaching for the small handgun he carried with him for protection, even though it felt about as safe as facing a fully armed battleship with a peashooter.

"That we might be doing." Loki replied nochalantly, absent-mindedly looking at the sky above "Although it might be that we will not live to see the next morning..." he cast a glance at the six dead bodies that littered a nearby street without displaying a hint of concern himself.

Jones' eyes widened in horror, his mouth opened and closed a few times as he attempted to speak, but no words came out. He then grabbed Loki by the arm in a nearly cramp-like grip and ran as fast as he could in the direction of the closest Slain base. I'm not dying here... he told himself as cold sweat began running in veritable rivers down his brow I'm just not dying here!

Maybe you aren't... his own mind taunted him in Loki's monotone Or maybe you are...

[GoGoTenda]

"You wouldn't use one of those fire pellets on me, would you? Slain wouldn't be overly thrilled, that's for sure. You'd probably lose whatever salary you might be pulling down, or they might cancel payments on any sort of bounties you've helped out on...And if you didn't want me to touch anything, you should have said so before. Or at least close up the compartment so it's not staring me in the face." He caught the two guns as they were tossed to him, sheathing the dagger as he did so.

"What am I supposed to do with these? I don't like using guns, they're too unfair." Kakeru protested even as he cocked the weapons and leveled them towards the woman's chest. Metal glinted in the low light, and Kakeru turned his head to face the Slain operative. "Look, she's even using a sword. Using guns on her is like using them on a pup-" Fwooosh. Kakeru's pupils dialated against the sudden source of light, the flames reflecting in his eyes. He let his jaw drop slightly, then refocused on the enemy.

"I wonder...What it feels like to die? Will you tell me? I wonder how it feels to come face to face with the owner of your demise? Surely you would know. Such fine gentlemen such as yourselves...What's it like being human, might I wonder...?"

Kakeru smiled as the female vampire sidestepped the fire. His fingers twitched over the triggers as she did so, resisting the impulse to fire. The thief's eyes narrowed as he continued to grin at her. "There's no point in explaining humanity to an abomination." A gunshout sounded as the pistol fired, followed by a delayed shot from the shotgun. The delay caused a twitch in Kakeru's aim, and the round went to the right a bit.

[Wolf_Goddess]

The girl's eyes narrow a bit as she studies the bullets flying towards her. She leaps to the side yet again, only seeing that there was another coming at her to the right. Almost instictavely, she wanted to embrace the bullets, embrace death itself, but she knew she couldn't do that. ((Besides, if she died I wouln't have a character to play!))

Moments later, the clink of metal hitting pavement fills the air. The girl stood before them once again, not on the ground, dead. She was bent over, for she had ducked to avoid them. There was still calmness in her eyes however as she turned her head eerilly, a half smile on her face and her green eyes wild, with almost a crazed look in them. Her red hair hangs lazilly around her pale face and her lips part, revealing her pointed teeth to speak.

"If I am what you call an 'abomination,' then what are you? Don't think I don't know what you are, you are a theif. A scoundrel. You too are what you call an 'abonination.' So, I guess that makes us similiar in a way..." she straightens up, pushing her hair back as she taps her sword onto the ground, almost impatiently. "I steal blood, you steal items. Really, it makes no difference, none at all. We both steal something from others, so that makes us both theives, both similar..." her voice was toying, almost hypnotic as she spoke. She licks her teeth before continuing, facing the man who held the flamethrower.

"I hear you mortals call us vampires the 'undead.' So, may I ask you...How can you kill something that is half dead? And why do you wish to kill us? You are part of the Slain, are you not? I can tell because of all the items to carry with you. I pity you, for I was sent to kill anybody assiociated with that group."

"So, are you the one who they call Yaela?" a male vampire asks, his deep black hair flowing in the wind. Neither of them casted a reflection on the mirror behind the two, and Yaela wondered why he even had it.

"Indeed, I am called Yaela."

"So, you take in calls for assisination, do you not?"

"Aye."

"Well, I have an asignment for you," the vampire says, getting up from behind his desk and going over to her to touch her shoulder, almost in a fatherly way. Yaela says nothing, but the man could tell that she is keen to hearing.

"There is a group of medeling humans who wish to kill off the vampire race. They call themselves the Slain. Though no matter how foolish their quest is, they still pose as a threat. Now, I want you to kill any member of the Slain you meet."

"How much do you pay?"

"As much as you want, pretty..."

Yaela says nothing, but grins, standing up and unsheathing her bloodied sword. "Ah, my sword thirsts for blood..." she growls, looking at it lovingly. She turns to face the male vampire, "And so do I."

[Dactylus]

This was disturbing, she had dodged the flames. That in itself was most annoying, the fire was one of his best weapons and it had rarely failed, but he accredited this to the fact that Zen’s tank was running low, so of course the inferno wouldn’t have been nearly as potent as usual. Speaking of which, ammunition and supplies hadn’t been given to him in at least two weeks, they were running dangerously low. It would be suicide to continue this fight much longer, already the majority of his firearms were empty, with only a few containing any shots whatsoever.

He stepped forward, it was only a minor tap of his shoes that nobody noticed in the heat of Wraiths blasting and the demons swift, yet sloppy, evading movements. Argh, he thought to himself, eyes sullenly glaring, she’s not some amateur, I bet she’s been doing this for awhile, certainly has the flare for basics. I just can’t keep this up any longer, I haven’t eaten in nearly a day and I don’t have the firepower to keep it up! There’s only one chance…I’ll only have one shot, but there’s no way it’ll miss. It can’t…I hope.

Sean’s face distorted into a grimace while the monster spoke to Bandit Wraith, a frost clinging to her voice. This is the only way we’ll do this without pulling out defenseless or dead…or worse…but it won’t kill her! ****! If it works she’ll sustain injuries…but there’s no doubt that one as experienced as her will be able to remain conscious and make a run for it. She won’t know that this is my last shot…it would be foolish to stay if I had more of these, anyway. Well, the coins in the air now, let’s hope I called it right.

She still spoke, and Sean’s fingers deftly turned a small meter on the handle of his flamethrower, a motion not noticeable by anyone during this drama. If one could have seen Zen’s screen, which nobody could in their current positions, their eye would have caught the change; he was switching all reserve power and petrol to one wave in the flamethrower and converting the nozzles internal mechanism. Showtime.

It happened in a moment, possibly less. Turning her head, the vampire began asking him a question, most probably dripping with irony, but she never was able to finish her inquiry. While the last blast of fire had been a nearly straight line of searing combustion, this one allowed little room for such an escape. The blaze shoot out in more of a cone, extending from the nozzle and reaching a cylinder with a diameter of ten feet within two yards of the weapon, all of whose area was erupting with inferno. The blast was diffused enough to reach a diameter of twenty feet by three yards, and growing exponentially until it finally died out fifteen feet away. The charm of this plan was that escape would be difficult, although it was most certainly possible, the flaw was that, although wide, the flames were so spread out that they did not completely incinerate whatever they touched, only set it aflame and caused pain unimaginable.

Sean growled, hoping for the best; this was their last chance. At least if she tried to turn them into vampire, they’d fight long enough for her to burn to death before getting to a water supply, even if they were converted in the process. If she got hit, that is.

[Tara14241]

((K and I added it in... it said "Other:"))

[Alter Ego]

((OOC: Tara14241; Firstly, all further applications should be posted in the discussion thread. Secondly, please stick to the form. There is no field called 'Abilities', all vampires get the same (Check the discussion thread, it's posted there). Thirdly, you seem like a decent RPer but could you please elaborate on your character's personality a bit? Well, got to go now. I'll deal with this application when I get back, consider yourself 'on hold' for now.))

[Wolf_Goddess]

The vampiress looked at the flame, studying the cone. Her teeth grind together as she searches. Yes, the cone-shape was a good tactic, but of course, such as everything, it had a flaw. Nothing is flawless. For example, Yaela may be beautiful with unblemished features and eternal beauty, but being a vampire was considered a flaw on other's behalves. A baby may be cute and loving, but the flaw is that it cries much too often.

She noticed its lack of flames, and already took this at an advantage. She also quickly noticed that there was a small space between the flames and the ground, and if she dropped down and was caught on flame, she could always roll over to smolder them. So, Yaela did so. Drop down onto her back, the flames passed over her and her skirt caught aflame, but immediately rolled over to the side as soon as the flames passed her and ceased.

"Pretty good for a mortal," she sniffs as she stands up, brushing the soot off of her leater attire. "What else do you have?" she inquires playfully, as though this was only a mere game. "I would like to get this over with, for I am quite...thirsty..." she adds the last word with a deranged look of hunger in her green, cat-like eyes, pupils growing bigger until it looks almost as though her whole eye is black.

[Dactylus]

Sean, in the face of such dangers, merely smirked and dropped the flamethrower to the ground, a symbol of what was soon to come. A brittle laugh echoed as he cocked an eyebrow at the foolish beast, his stance becoming more arrogant by the moment. One hand pulled away from his pockets, and he held it, palm up, to his audience, sending his fingers through an odd little jig, resulting in an almost inaudible click from the bike behind him, “Okay, demon, you win.”

He barked out another chuckle, then swiveled his eyes to Wraith, “Sorry, kid, this is the ONLY way to go.” Stuffing both hands in pockets, he allowed himself one more grin, “Bye.”

Zen clicked again and, for less then a quarter of a second, all was silent, peaceful. Then it happened; the technological marvel, still gleaming in its unsurpassed glory, exploded. A fiery sphere of heat engulfed the entire area, ranging nearly half a block at its peak. The inferno left no survivors; it merely burned away all who stood as obstacles in its path to glory. Flames licked at the faces of innocents, weaker building crumbling under its smothering force.

The moments before the unbearable anguish brought by the miniature sun cut the threads of life from Sean were the most noble he had ever endured, at least, those were his sentiments. Nothing pleased him more to see such a foes face as his own eyes melted away, for even if she found from nigh unexplainable way to escape, which he believed entirely impossible, the creature would think twice before ever confronting a human again.

OOC: Right, see my post in the discussion threads for clarrification here.