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

1. No perfect characters unless they are vampires, but even they have to have a couple flaws.
2. 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.
3. up to three characters max, I would prefer that people have at least two because the more characters in this the more fun ^~
4. No OOC posts in here unless you have a legitimate reason. I will make a thread for OOC in the lounge.
5. 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.
6. 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 Electricity is outdated and not even used anymore.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:

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 ^_^):



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:

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: https://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:

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...