Of the Light and Dark - Page 3

Thor. · November 11th, 2007, 05:51 AM

Not allowed. . . HUGE taboo. . .. ..

Stavvy · November 11th, 2007, 03:21 PM

((In other words, you'd be killed with the first mention of your illegal concievement, and so would your parents and a few of their distant reletives, and those that heard, including the people who did the killing from suicide. . .so no.))

Stavros noticed the man's slight change in expression, probably from the woman's corpse behind him. "I think you should yes. . .But I doubt you will." The man said, with his cocky voice.

Stavros noticed that the sun had completely gone down, Good. The crossbow was still pointed at him. "Now can't we put down our weapons and talk like civilized. . .beings?" He asked, not missing a beat.

Dark Philosopher · November 11th, 2007, 04:59 PM

Kintrax strode silently down the street, his lanky form, but not his height, hidden from view by a dark green trench coat. He turned a corner and strode past a fancy looking hotel, the place gave him a subconscious tug, but he ignored the nagging and pressed on. He had only walked a few blocks when he arrived at his destination, a small but well kept antiques shop, he gazed through the window from outside.. It had not been the first shop of its kind that he had visited, and knowing his luck so far, it probably wouldn't be the last. Kintrax reached out and opened the door slipping inside, a tiny bell above the door announcing his arrival. He heard the shop owner call out a greeting from somewhere deep inside, and he replied with a solemn "Hello." Walking amongst the shelves, he peered over the multitude of items that were scattered everywhere, a record player here, a glass lamp there, a broken guitar, a set of silver spoons, an old book that appeared to be some form of catholic history.

Kintrax sat in the corner, reading through the old pages of the religious history book, the shop owner, whoever they were didn't seem to concerned with their customer's actions. Kintrax hadn't expected the shop to be open when he had first tried the door, and he didn't think it wise to simply ask the owner about any of the objects, since there was a fair chance that others had asked before him.. He planned to just wait here until the shop closed, and buy the book on Catholicism, then return an hour or two later to break in and truly search.

~~Miss Murder~~ · November 11th, 2007, 09:47 PM

(( If I must ... ; ) No, you know I love you, Chosen. Template nao. ))

Name: Dante Burnlay - :O -
Race: Demon, naturally.
Age: Though he doesn't truly age, to be precise, Dante is 9,432 years old. An adolescant of the Demon race, you could say.
Sex: Male

From here on, it's a first person view for Dante. In other words, he's saying this.

Appearence: I suppose you would like me to tell you what I look like before you die, young one ... very well. I have blood red eyes that are currently looking into your fearful ones, and a pale complexion, though you can't tell in this dim lighting. The lower half of my face is tightly wrapped in bandages, which is why my voice sounds muffled to you. I stand at 6'4", and weight approximately 124 lbs. So you could say I am the thin sort, but don't have false confidence. I have more muscle than any mortal could muster.

My ears are slightly pointed, so at first glance some think I am a werewolf. Ha! Bad for them, good for me. I have black hair that hangs in my eyes a little, and reaches the back of my neck. My body is nearly entirely covered in black Pagan tattoos, which gives me a minor protection from Holy powers, so don't think about calling a priest. You would be long dead before he got here, anyway, though he would be able to harm me somewhat. Not much, however, I made sure of that.

Currently I wear a black hodded jacket and a black and gray beanie cap. Right now, the hood is up, and the shadow covers my eyes and the upper half of my face, which is why you can only see my bandages covering my mouth. I see this instils a further sense of fear about you ... good. Fear is good for the flesh; makes it tender and more juicy. I also wear a pair of black boots and baggy black pants with chains adorning them. I have a piercing on my right eyebrow, and wear a series of chains on myself.

That is that with my appearance ... what next. Ah yes, my weapon.

Bonded Weapon: The name of the damned weapon? Hell's Savior. Remember it as you perish and become a feast for the worms.

History: Right now my History is none of your concern. Ooh, was that a flinch to the hostility of my voice? Mmm ... well, my past will become clear to others over time, so you need not worry. Besides, you're a part of it, young one. All that you really need to know now is that I am Satan's right hand Demon in Hell. As such, I have a high stature and power. Hahaha ... and that power does of course extend to here on Earth. You haven't seen anything yet.

Personality: Ha! My personality? You must be kidding me. Very well then, if I must. Quite obviously, I have a twisted and evil kind of mind. Yet I am also a genious, if I do say so myself. Actually, that has been proven in my past that I am indeed of the genious variety. Therefore, I also have an elegant streak to my character. I absolutely despise all forms of ignorance and ignorant people, which are the kinds of people I normally target for my victims, as I have targeted you. That is indeed why I have brought you here, foolish mortal.

That is enough talking on my part. It is time for your fate to become reality ...

Out of Dante's speech.

Theme Song: Dance With the Devil - Breaking Benjamin
Battle Song: Down With the Sickness - Disturbed

Thor. · November 12th, 2007, 01:23 AM

((Make a girl Damnit LYCIAN!!!! We only have ONE.))

"How is what you did to that woman civilized?" Winston shot back sharply. He didn't usually spend so much time talking to the creatures he planned on killing. He didn't like to make a connection with them but sitll. . . . .what had happened in the hotel shook him. He knew exactly where the woman had died. Her terror would keep him awake nights for a while. Not to mention that the thing would kill again.

The moonlight shone over Winston's unruly black hair. His glasses caught the light. His arm stayed steady with some effort. This was not the first time he had felt helpless before an enemy. He was only human after all. These things were much more.

~~Miss Murder~~ · November 12th, 2007, 01:49 AM

(( Later in the RP I might make a second character, but not now. You want me to make an opening post? What are the surroundings? ))

Thor. · November 12th, 2007, 01:51 AM

((Roman City, a large modern city filled with Vampires, Demons, and Werewolves. . . . ))

Stavvy · November 12th, 2007, 01:53 AM

((Well, me and him are in a dark alleyway. . .))

Stavros looked back at the girl for a fraction of a second, "We all must do what we must to survive. I'm sure you would agree with that, at least." He retorted, as he shifted his left foot slightly. This man. . .I can smell the fear in him.

"Can I ask you one question?" He asked, seemingly out of the blue.

Thor. · November 12th, 2007, 02:01 AM

Ignoring the first comment the vampire made he looked forward and responded. It was a direct question. It didn't seem to have a hook, and even if it did it would be a bit unreasonable to worry about him talking when at any moment this could become a struggle for life and death. "What?"

Stavvy · November 12th, 2007, 02:11 AM

Stavros looked at the man, "Well, "he said, "how long have you been a Tracer?" He asked, getting straight to the point. This man must be somewhat new, it's strange, but he interests me. That's probably the reason why I haven't killed him yet. He's different, not like the others.. . . He knew that the man would probably be the first to throw the first 'punch', it mattered not, however.

Thor. · November 12th, 2007, 02:17 AM

"Three years." Winston responded. The questions were disarmign but he kept the crossbow pointed directly at the vampire. He couldn't be sure of his aim but he knew it would land somewhere in the general vicinity of the heart. "Surely I don't seem that new." this was not what he expected from his enemies. Usually they kind of just jumpped at him, he was beggining to regret letting this go on. The vampire was seeming more and more human.

Stavvy · November 12th, 2007, 02:21 AM

Stavros watched as the moonlight shown on the silver head of the arrow.

"You're stance and expressions give you away." He said, as he noticed that the clouds covered the moon, eclipsing the world under a cover of dark night. "So, what is your next plan of action?"

~~Miss Murder~~ · November 12th, 2007, 02:33 AM

(( Oh. Right. Zoned out there for a moment. ))

Dante stood, perfectly balanced, atop the cross adorning a church. ( You said they couldn't go in churches, and the Pagan tattoos covering Dante protect him from being harmed from something like a cross like this ) Wind lightly blew the black bangs that stuck out from the bottom of his black and gray beanie and his hood, which shadowed his eyes and the upper half of his face.

His unseen red eyes scanned the area as he was shadowed by the moon, for it's light cast a glow around his being, but didn't illuminate his features. Though even this light ceased to shien as the moon was covered up by clouds. Under his wrappings, Dante hummed a tune he had known earlier in his existence. A hated tune. A tune of a child's lullaby. As he did so, he awaited what was to come in silent expectation.

Dante noticed two figures conversing in a dark alley. For some odd reason, they drew Dante's attention like a moth to a flame, so to speak. He swiftly leapt from his perch and landed, perfectly unharmed, on the stones below, near the alley where the two figures were. As his feet touched the ground, Dante leapt once again, this time landed atop a building directly next to the alley.

"Hello gents," Dante whispered, his voice slightly muffled and altered, yet perfectly legible. "Nice night, isn't it? What are we talking about here, now?" He knelt on the protective edge of the building, waiting for a response.

Roxas9001 · November 12th, 2007, 05:18 AM

Robert jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom to wash his face. As he was rubbing his face with his washcloth he said "Damn that dream was creepy as hell" then he went back into his room and put on some clothes after he put his clothes he went into the kicthen to make some food when he looked to the fridge he said "I need to go to the store" he then got his keys and walked outside he locked the door then Robert walked to the corner store. After he got the groceries he was walking on the sidewalk then he paused and sniffed the air then he said "I smell vampires,I hate vampires" then he followed the scent which lead him to a allyway.

Stavvy · November 12th, 2007, 11:52 PM

Stavros had followed the newcomer, now the man spoke, ""Hello gents. Nice night, isn't it? What are we talking about here, now?" The man, obviously not a normal man, if human at all, fell silent.

Another joined behind the Tracer.

Stavros decided that it was his time to take his leave, The sun will be up soon, anyway. . . He took a step forward, not taking the crossbow out of his sight. "We'll have to continue this talk another time. Now, Winston." He said, it was a slip of the tounge, knowing Winston's name without Winston ever telling him. He said he was a Tracer for three years, that could mean. . .

He took in a breath of the cold air, "Regardless. Another time." He said as he took another step and launched himself in the air and away in a fraction of a second. He was racing the beams of light, and winning.

((Don't forget about the two page night/day rule))