Dying Immortality

[OrganizationXIII]

I have to rewrite this whole flippin thing cuz I erased it like the dingbat I am T_T ok, anyways, writing an rpg..Heres how its gonna work. Its composed of Vampires, werewolves, lycans, humans, and slayers. YES there is a difference between a lycan and a werewolf, I'll explain that in a later post or edit this one. Theres a plot as well: Obviously the vampire and lycan clan never got along, they have been feuding for years and have yet come to a reasonable solution. Humans are of course, a vital part to both clans, unless they get dangerous...slayers come in as a threat to both. Werewolves are just like random street cats that like to attack you like wild mutts on a random killing spree. Its not their fault they don't know any better. Will the two clans ever resolve their feud and take care of the slayer threat, or will the slayers use one clan against the other to cause total destruction and chaos? Maybe help from human friends and werewolf alike can only really help solve their problems....The location of the set takes place in a city like New York but luckily enough is near a thick green forest, of misty woods and swamp area. We've got el rules here too =] but before we get started on that, I wanted to get a few things clear before this started. First off, there will be a few major characters, also played by me cuz they are needed in this, I'm vaguely basing this on a book I wrote a long time ago, and basically having book one and two combined. Book one was about a vampire group being hunted by slayers, book two was the war against the lycans. But I've combined it into this little rpg =] I also made a third, but we don't need zombies running a muck XD Anyways, I'll be posting their character bio's so u get an idea of whats going on and who they are. And hopefully clear up a few things.

Characters

Ashing-The only known, naturally born hybrid of a vampire and lycan alive. Mother was the lycan Queen Severetay, father was a legendary vampire that died long ago in the War Against the Flesh. Due to Ashings mother being a lycan and not a werewolf, it always looks like he is stuck in the transformation process, with only his head and torso looking vampire, while the rest, the hairy beast form of a lycan. Those born with vampire and werewolf genes only aquire the characteristics of half vampire. The other half is human, since the werewolf curse cant be passed on genetically. Only through lycans, which have had pure lycan blood since the dawn of time, can the genes be passed on.((pure meaning not bitten, but born)) Due to the controversy of this, almost all hybrid vampire/lycan offspring are seeked out and killed. Ashing on the other hand, had survived. Even though he is different, he still resides with the lycans.

Hope that cleared up the difference of werewolf and lycan genes, any more questions or confusion just ask

Lycan Queen Severetay-She is indeed the queen of all lycans. Lycans rule over the werewolves with almost complete dominance. With the lycans being able to change at will, they tried to end the werewolf race by seeking out their human forms and killing them before they had the chance to unleash themselves on the full moon and make more of their kind. Lycans and werewolves are of no doubt of equal strength in the forms, but without the light of the full moon, werewolves dont stand a chance against a lycan in their human forms.

So in other words, you have to be bit by a werewolf or a lycan to become a werewolf, but you MUST be born a lycan to be a lycan.

Deryk-Once a very loved friend of the small vampire group which Zac led and he helped form. A war, the war of Revelation, he indeed fought in, to save the vampire race and other races, from the rule of the lycan clan. Deryk, in turn didnt lose his life, but had to join the hybrid werewolf clan of the north. During this epic battle he was indeed bitten by a lycan, survived, and now he is a vampire, but every full moon turns into a werewolf, due to the malicious bite of the lycan, that carries the descendants of the werewolf curse in its saliva.

Zachery "Zac" Aczay-Son of a great vampire, Zac has gained the power of his fallen father. He has yet to realize what potential he holds. Though very young, he was long ago taken by the lycan clan after his family was slaughtered. No one has yet herd or seen of him since that day. No one knows if he's even still alive...but the truth is out there, and his sister will find it.

Rhakaith-Better known as Kai by close friends. He is the great vampire that created the legendary legion of vampires long ago. Zacs father was part of it. Him and Zac have a close bond. And even though they look about the same age, Kai is eons older and far more smarter. All vampires look around the same age depending if they were born or bitten. If your born vampire, you stop aging in your early 20's, if you were turned, you were either 19 or a little older. That is due to the fact that any human turned under that age is a violation to "the code" and should be killed. These rules of course have been broken before. Any Human over the age of early 20's dont have the capability of living forever due to their already brittling bones and aging visage.

Rules

1.No godmoding, duh
2.Make your sentences at least 3 or longer please ((this is for literate rpers))
3.This is for serious roleplayers, I dont want little 13 year old vampire kids running around =/
4.Yes, there is no such thing as a 12 year old vampire
5.Stick as close as you can to the main 4 species we've got, no werepyres please.
6.Hybrid werewolf and vampires are allowed, which means your a vampire but change into a werewolf during the full moon ONLY.
7.no killing off other players without consent
8.you can have minor pets but nothing crazy like a freakin dragon, keep it simple((bat, wolf etc))
9.make your pets a bio =] we dont need no crazy stats or anything, just a description will do and whatever else u want
10.Whatever else I think of.
11.OH, no shape shifting unless its "turning"
12.A lil bit of romance could be encouraged =]
13.Dont do an OOC conversation in the middle of this please
14.Violence is bound to happen....so make it fun!
15. You can make more characters if you please, but only 1-2 MAIN characters.
16. Werewolves run amuck....so you can control a few, for setting reasons =]
17. Dont join unless your staying, dont ask to join, just join.
18. I'LL KILL A HOE if you bring in some crazy shit like being psychic or mind control or something gay that sounds like it should be in an anime, leave that junk out. This is realistic, got it?
((oh, w/ the anime and wierd junk, I also mean spells, magic, and junk like that, ninjitsu or ANYTHING like that...no...none of it))

Character bio should look a lil like THIS:

Name-also what you prefer to be called


Gender-Boy girl? Dont do no crazy unknown shape shifting crap UGH


Race-What are ya? (slayer, werewolf, lycan, vampire, hybrid, human)


Age-How old do you look and how old are you REALLY?


Abilities-What makes you special?


Appearance-What do u look like and wear?


Bio-What to you like, dislike? Pet bio as well if you have one


History-How did you become the way you are, what happened to your family? Be creative, run with it XD

Heres Mine

Name: Avery "Shay" Aczay

Gender: Female

Race: Vampire

Age: 184, but looks 21

Abilities: An amazing fighter, Shay is skilled in hand to hand combat and as swift as anything you've ever seen. She could dodge a bullet when notifyingly fired upon. She has an acute sense of hearing, and hates it sometimes. She found out her ability to block mind readers when she was really little and with more than 100 years of practice, she's very experienced. She was born a vampire and aged like any other normal kid...but reaching her teens her growth had slown down, and almost seemed to come to a halt in her 21st year. Her main weapons consist of two automatic hand guns.

Appearance: Pallor porcelain skin, and a face framed with platinum blonde/white hair. it was shorter in the back and spiked up. the front, longer and very straight, her bangs swooping to the right side of her face. the underneath layer of her hair was pink. ((see link here: Image - TinyPic - Share the Experience!™ ))She wore dark black eyeliner and shadow, her make up color varied with the occasion. She's slender and about 5'6. Her normal outfit consists of wearing arm warmers of some sort constantly. She had on tight slightly flared, ripped jeans, low rise black converse, a studded black belt, and her shirt was a tighter, low cut black tank with faded gray skull imprint on the side. She has on a small black choker that she never takes off, and a white gold ring with a hidden inscription. Her left eye is an emerald green while her right is a dark soft blue, but when provoked, turns a light baby blue.

Bio: She hates the world and the world hates her. She hates humans, but not as much as lycans. She out for vengeance and nothing will stop her. Not even love...She holds grudges and never lets them go. She also has a pet Wolf that looks like a fluffy husky, red and cream in color, with eyes just like hers.

History: When she was younger her family was slain by a lycan clan and took her brother Zac, who was next in the bloodline to receive headship of the vampire clan in their area. She doesnt know if he is still alive, but she is out to avenge her family and learn the truth about her brother. She wants answers...

Thats all I'll make you suffer through reading at the moment, if anyone wants to start they can. Next time I'm on, I'll hit up my starting paragraph, =]

[Divine Light]

interesting.....I will consider.

[Sephiros_TH]

Name-Nicholas "Nick" Vlcisyn,


Gender-Male

Race-werewolf


Age-25


Abilities-Being a werewolf Nick's physic is slightly more adept at physical activity then a normal human. His sense of smell as well as his reflexes have been boosted due to the curse. Nick is also a long practicing martial artist skilled in jujitsu and karate.

Appearance-Nick has brown, eye-brow length hair. His bangs are pushed off to the side (who wants a bowl cut anyway?). His eyes are a brilliant green. Nick is 6'1" and has a sporty physique. Nick wears a black denim jacket with a dark green under shirt, black jeans, and black tennis shoes. Nick also carries knives on his belt and around his ankles under his pants. He also has a Tanto underneath his jacket.


Bio-- due to him being a werewolf Nick has been subject to many assaults by various clans and races. In the process Nick has become cold and antisocial. He rarely trusts anyone and often seems hostile because of it. However deep down Nick really wants to find someone he can trust, someone to be there. Nick likes to play with his words and "speak in nothings" as he calls it. Nick tends to hang out in the underground areas and can often be found at specific pubs and taverns. Nick is also a member of an underground Dojo where he keeps his martial arts skills sharp.

History-Nick lived in the Czech Republic for most of his early life. Like any child he got into karate at age six and was determined to become the world champion. During his early teenage years his grade suffered due to his obsession with martial arts. One night at age sixteen he went out for a stroll on the streets of Prague. On his walk he was attacked by what looked like a wolf. Eventually he began to notice that his reflexes became sharper and he built mussel faster. a month after the attack Nick woke up in country side outside Prague naked and covered in blood. He started doing research to figure out what happened to him, eventually coming to the conclusion that he was bitten by a werewolf. He also began noticing that he was being watched by mysterious people. Eventually those people came to take his life. His parent were killed in one attack when he was seventeen and Nick inherited the little money they had. Nick used this money to go to America where he thought he would be safe, boy was he wrong. He spend the next eight years avoiding vampires and slayers alike and his contact with other humans has become strained.

[Azazel]

Name:
Asiel Morningstar

Age:
175. Looks 18

Gender:
Female

Race:
Vampire

Appearance :


Weapon(s):

Asiel is able to make her snakes turn into anything she needs, but it has to keep the relative shape of a snake. (ex. katana, stick, rope) As soon as the snake takes form of whatever it is Asiel wishes, it turns into nothing but hardened scales. Every time one of her weapons comes into contact with something scales fall or 'shed' from the weapon.

Taipan

A black bladed katana that Asiel carries everywhere. She sometimes likes to use it in conjunction with a spell or two, to enhance its power. It also has the ability to form with her to produce drive forms.
http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g2...890/katana.jpg

Inland
A simple black and dark green Walther P99. Asiel has tweaked it a bit to make it automatic. She also added laser vision at the bottom of the barrel. She has also filled it with silver bullets.

Abilities:

Koubagen Eye:
This is the fifth and final norma variation of the Koubagan eye. This level of the Koubagan eye grants a few more special abilities than the previous levels. When this level is activated, the user gains a special vision that allows them to see the blood vessels and flow of their opponent at an advanced rate, allowing them to keep track of the flow of multiple targets at once.

Flash Snake Injection
This technique utilizes the Koubagen to pinpoint the blood vessels in the opponent's body, and strikes at them with great speed. If the opponent is hit, it will stop the flow of blood to that particular spot, causing it to go numb and ultimately paralyzed.

Personality:
Asiel usually answers questions and statements with nods and shrugs. And the usual "I don't know" and "Whatever". Asiel is the type of person that will keep quiet when everyone else laughs. But will laugh at something simplistic, like profanity. She is evil at the least. Not to mention demonic and crazed. She loves to fight

Bio:
Ever since she was a child Asiel has been well-knowledgeable. While the other kids were outside playing in mud, she was reading books. Asiel has always been fond of snakes and serpents, along with myths and mythical creatures. She got her first computer when she was merely 3 and took the whole thing apart. A year later, she put it all back together, and then some. Asiel is a weird specimen. She is able to control, speak to, understand, even 'summon' snakes. She gained this 'ability' accidentally. When she was only 10 years old she was experimenting on her close friend and 'pet' Karai, when something went wrong, causing her to become what he is now.

[OrganizationXIII]

OOC: Alright, looks like I'm starting ((btw, this is a modern day type thing here, with a SLIGHT clash of classiness when appropriate if you get my drift)) AND I'm sorry again for the super long post, but hey, thats what makes an rp =]

Shay sat on the roof of a large skyscrapper, kneeling down, looking over its vast edge. The people below seemed miniscule, and the cocophany of noises, from talking, to the busy cars on the streets filled the air vociferously, making the same tune the city fell asleep to every night. The lights were something beautiful, like a mirror the stars cast as a reflection over a lake. She took a deep breath, taking in all the noises and scents. It was a beautiful thing, so much to see and hear.

Then she stood slowly, perfectly balanced and never hesitating to fall once. A tiny humming noise could be herd in the distance, getting louder and louder as the seconds passed. She looked across the rooftop, to the opposite end of where she was standing straight ahead, where the noise was acsending from. Beams of light were shooting from the ground below, straight up into the air, the humming getting louder.

Shay smiled as she saw a helicopter, with beaming lights and beating blades, swiftly appear from below, spotlighting her on the roof. The wind wipped her hair all around, and she was pretty pissed about it too. Suddenly a voice came over a loudspeaker.
"We've got you surrounded! Take out your weapons and lay them on the ground and put your hands in the air!" The males voice sounded distorted among the beating of the propellers.

Shay looked up, a crooked smile never leaving her face. She reached down and unhollistered two weapons that were hidden on straps around her thighs. She held up her hands, holding the guns by the ring that guarded the trigger with her single index fingers, a gun for each hand.

"We asked you to drop your weapons, now put your hands behind your head and turn around!" The males voice came again, and still, that smile never left Shays face. She never dropped her weapons, but she slowly turned around, her hands gliding behind her head. "Now walk backwards towards us"

Men in the chopper threw ropes down and started to slide down them, ready to take down their wanted criminal. Sparing no time at all, Shay started to walk backwards, the men landing and starting to cautiously advance around her. She stayed staring stright ahead, looking across past the roof to other rooftops of buildings their shadows engulfing, and swallowing the city below. The men stood their ground, pointed guns at her, yelling repeatedly to drop her weapons or they'll shoot. After a moment, she turned her head slightly and inaudibly said, "try me" and at that last word she took off full force straight ahead, running for the edge of the rooftop.

No one opened fire, but they quickly ran after her, knowing she had no where to go, or she was suicidal. A younger, less experienced officer was on her tail, gaining on her. She just kept smiling and picked up more speed. Nearing the edge of the roof she braced herself for what would be quite a jump. She reached the end and coiled into a spring. Her legs pushed off the concrete floor and she dived through the air, doing a slow front flip, and aimed her guns back toward the police crew. She fired on them, knowing less people after her would be better. Even though it would make the heat on her even higher.

She flipped the rest of the way around landing on the nearest rooftop of a nearby building. She landed perfectly, but the impact made her fall to one knee. She quickly sprang up and hollistered her weapons and headed for the nearby door that lead to that buildings 'Eployee's Only' room. She waved to the police unit with a cocky, sarcastic smile, running back towards the helicopter and some down to the elevator, all trying to get to the next building over, and entered through the large metal door...

[Azazel]

"Demon! Demon!"
A mescaline voice yelled in fear

"Not quite..."
Asiel replied as her grip around the trigger of her Walther P99.

*BANG*

The bullet erupted from the gun's barrel, piercing straight through the man's forehead.

"Vampire hunter, my ass..."
Asiel said as she holstered her gun and began to walk away.

Recently, for some odd reason, she's been getting numerous 'visits' from people that claim to be Vampire Hunters. Surprisingly, their combat skill a hair equal to that than an average vampire. But unfortunately for them, Asiel was far from average.

She lived to fight. The only reason she didn't aimlessly massacre random people on the streets was because of the uproar it would bring.

Asiel had turned down a narrow dark alley. At the end of the alley was an old rusted fire escape. The copper brown metal blanketed the shining silver that gave of a moderate type view of the escape.

Asiel quickly ran towards the escape, when she started to exit the alley, she leaped up, kicking off one side of the walls. Using this, she jumped to the other side and kicked off, landing safely on the fire escape.

The old wore down fire escape rocked back and forth as Asiel's weight landed on it. Asiel continued by walking up the stairs, quickly and effectively. Making sure that the escape didn't give out from under her.

Finally, she reached her destination. The rooftop of what appeared as an abandoned building. There were various balls atop the roof. From golf balls to dodge balls.

Every night Asiel would climb up here and just stare at the sky.

The only difference tonight was that it was a full moon...

[Sephiros_TH]

Nick walked into his usual underground bar. It was seven O'clock and he was itching for something to calm his nerves. He was unusually edgy tonight and wasn't sure why. The bartender walked over to him as he sat down.
"What can I get ya Nick?" the bartender asked.
"uh...yeah. I'll have...ya know what I'll just have some watter," Nick replied.
"you sure?" The bartender replied.
"Yeah its fine," Nick said dryly.
The bar tender took out a glass and began to fill it with water from the tap. When it was full he moved back to where Nick was and put the glass on the counter.
"One glass of water," he said.
"Thanks," Nick replied. Nick to a swing of the water, drinking about half.
"Half full or half empty?" The bar tender asked.
"Huh?" Nick replied.
"In your opinion is the glass half full or half empty?" The bar tender repeated. Nick picked up the glass and drank the rest of the water.
"Now its all empty," Nick said.
"Its strange seeing you here tonight," The bar tender said.
"Hows that?" Nick asked.
"Well its a full moon," the bar tender replied. Nick stiffened up when he heard that. He quickly looked around to see if there were any windows. To his relief no light was pouring in from the outside. Nick let out a sigh of relief and then rested his head on the counter. A man in a black over coat walked in minutes later. Nick looked up only to see a gun pointed at his face. The bar was empty so he felt there was no reason to restrain himself.
"Whoa! Can I help you?" Nick said mockingly. He then raised his hands.
"On the ground, NOW!" the man yelled. Nick simply moved towards him putting his hands down. He then got within a foot of the man.
"So then whats it gonna be?" Nick asked. Reaching into his coat. The man tightened his grip on his pistol. Nick moved quickly and pulled a disarm taking the gun clean out of the mans hand. His hand still being on the mans arm Nick put him into a painful arm lock. The man yelled out and cursed. Nick then pistol whipped him over the head, knocking the man out.
"You got any rope?" Nick asked as he turned to face the bar tender.

[OrganizationXIII]

Shay made her way down to the bottom of the stairs opening yet, another large metal door. This lead to the second story of the huge building. She hastily made her way down all the stairs, clearing the third and second story. When she reached the first floor she looked toward the glass doors that lead to the outside. The police were already getting ready to kick it in. She spared no time in removing the ventalation rack and skillfully climbing into it, she hid before the police caught site of her. She moved through the narrow passageways, army crawling to the next path, taking her down to the next exit. It lead down to the basement of the building. She saw the light from it and slowly crawled out.

She was greeted by her husky, who was wagging his tail in delight of seeing his owner back. "Hey Ripper, hows my baby?" She said, petting him on the head. He gave a friendly lick back then turned to lay down in the corner of the large room. In it was dark, very dim lights. In it was nothing but a broken, musty old sofa that was torn up and chewed. Very unkempt, with papers everywhere. She had a single, portable t.v. on, sitting upon a deserted file cabinet infront of the sofa. She cranked the volume on the t.v. to here the newscaster.

'Our top story, we go live on the scene where the police are searching for a wanted criminal. She has been unidentified, but she is wanted for the massacre of a nearby nightclub. No one knows the motive or reason behind this mass killing, nor if there were any others involved, she has evaded the police and they are doing everything they can to find this murderer. Police are now searching the a local abandoned building for where she was last seen-'

Shay watched the news unimpressed. "Hey look Ripper...its the building were in right now. If I wasnt a wanted criminal, we could be on t.v." She gave a sarcastic smile and abruptly got up and ripped the small t.v. from its chord and threw it across the room. The small husky wolf just lay as still as he did before in the small, padded corner of the room. "Right, well its time to go" She gathered up a green backpack that was laying next to the sofa and started out with putting extra ammo in it, a book, a single pen, a bottle of water and some clothes.

This was a very normal part of Shay's life. She was always moving from place to place, finding one abandoned place after another. She loved the city life and all the things in it. But she hated people. Thats all the city was full of. But the police had found her hideout, and now she was on the move again. She sighed as she looked at her husky companion, "Now where to?" She said, and she started walking for the small set of stairs that led to a backdoor escape celler. Ripper got up lazily and followed behind her. She went up to it and opened it slowly. She peeked out to make sure the police were still preoccupied with getting inside and searching the building. Shay knew they'd be in the basement soon.

As soon as she knew the coast was clear, she exited the basement and closed the doors after her dog. She quickly took to the back allys, wasting no time, hiding behind the shadows the buildings made from the streetlights out front. She started casually walking straight ahead, past the large grabage disposals and trash bins the coons had knocked over. There was loose debris floating around, being pushed across the ground by the wind.

"Hey, hey you!" A males voice rang out. Shay turned quickly to see one of the police officers actually had the brains to check behind the building. He started to run after her, three other police officers joining him. "Shit!" Shay started running, her dog tailed closely behind. She turned a corner and ran into the first door she found to be an escape route. It was a bar...

[Sephiros_TH]

The bartender scuffled off and came back with some duck tape. Nick quickly taped the unconscious man into a mangled ball. He then dragged him off to the men's room. He came back shortly after.
"Wild night eh?" Nick asked calmly.
"Yeah...this better not get traced back to me," the bartender replied.
"No worries, blood is never shed if no one is there to see it," Nick said blatantly.
"Now what?" the bartender asked.
"I'll have another water," Nick replied.
"No I mean when he comes to," the bartender said in an uneasy tone.
"I got it covered," Nick said assuringly. "Now how about that water?" Nick asked again. The bartender was about to get another glass for Nick when a person broke through the door. A dog was quick to follow. Nick, who had kept the man's pistol, pulled out the hand gun and pointed it at the intruder.
"Looks like tonights not ever huh?" Nick said to the bartender as he got up from his stool. "So another hunter eh? you guys real don't give up do you?" Nick asked holding the gun in one hand as he reached for his tanto.
This'll be quick. These hunters get sloppier and sloppier. Nick thought to himself.

[OrganizationXIII]

Wrong move...Shay stopped shorthandedly, a gun pointed at her and another uneasy looking customer going for a weapon as well. "Wait wait!" She said, but she wasnt sure how they'd react. She had no time, she had to think fast.

Her dog ran past her and around th bartenders table, hiding behind the bar. Shay quickly and agiley ran and jumped off a nearby chair, grabbing on to a beam on the ceiling. She pulled herself up just as the police busted open through the door.

All she could hope and pray now is that they dont tell the police, but since they seemed rather uneasy of her earlier "bust in", and the fact that the police was after her, she figured that wasnt likely. Shay decided to climb her way over to the nearest window and crawl onto the roof before they could reveal her location. But she would have to move slow, and quietly. She listened intently on their conversation.

"Hey...did you or you see a girl with a dog come in here? Heres a picture of her." The younger police officer handed the bar tender the wanted poster.

[Akans]

OOC: Thanks for the big announcement on HOES. It just so happens that my last name (侯 - it's Chinese) is pronounced that way... Yes, truly. I'm not joking.

Name: Nocturne
Gender: Male
Race: Lycan
Age: 18
Abilities: Extremely fast reactions, can run very fast and leap very high. Anything else related to agility and speed, Nocturne excels at it.
Appearance: Long black hair that sometimes covers his black eyes. He usually wears a loose, black jacket (not leather), with a black shirt under it depicting some random heavy metal band, and loose black pants. And, surprisingly, he has black shoes. Not leather.
Bio: He doesn't remember his parents (which saves me the effort of creating them), and his earliest memory is of escaping from slayers and vampires, which he excels at. He doesn't remember any of his past, and his life is usually made up of moving from area to area. Sometimes he is able to shake off the slayers and live a normal life, which he always dreams of. He sometimes watches human kids go off to school, adults go off to work, and one half of him envies them, and the other half wants to eat them. But he is not always lonely. He has a special bond with dogs around the city, and a small pack of wolves in the forest. They always seem to help him when he's in trouble. But that is not to say he is not defenseless. Nocturne is a fast attacker, able to land multiple blows before the enemy can even start bleeding. The other lycans in the area respect him, but there is always the danger of running into one on a dark night. Speed can only go so far before bowing to power.
Usually, he carries a dagger, in case of an impromptu meeting with a slayer or vampire in a public area. Otherwise he'll just transform and rip them to shreds.

*Story start!*
Of course, if one wants to stay out of trouble, you usually don't go looking for it. But really, it was so tempting.
Over the few months Nocturne had been in this area, there had been multiple reports of this one girl causing trouble. She appeared on TV a lot, including tonight, and, from the way she looked, as well as her abilities, she was probably a vampire.
So of course, when she dashed past him into a bar, it was hard not to follow.
When the police came after, it was extremely tempting to jump in.
But when the slayers came, it was impossible not to.

"What's a little dog doing out this late? Eh? There might be dangerous folk around... I think I'll escort you home..." the man said. He grabbed Nocturne's arm in a tight grip, and attempted to drag him away. In the distance, Nocturne could see three more of the man's friends coming towards them, no doubt drawn by the presence of him and the vampire girl.
Twisting, Nocturne kicked the slayer in the crotch and jumped backwards, bringing out his dagger...
And tripping gracefully over a trashbin.
Stumbling, he fell back and reached behind him to grab the wall. Luck was just not with him today. His hand hit the wall, and he found that the wall was actually the door to the pub.
Which landed him on his back, looking up to see the police and another man in the pub.
Smooth entrance... Nocturne thought to himself as he scrambled to his feet.
In front of him was the police, along with another man, obviously a vampire. Behind him was the four slayers, one who was still struggling to get up.

This was definitely NOT the way to stay out of trouble.

[OrganizationXIII]

OOC: Sorry, it wasnt exactly directed towards you. BTW, the age minimal stops for a vampire, not a lycan, you can be as old as a normal humans age, because they age just as normal humans do, but in their lycan form their human aging stops, and their lycan aging begins. get what I'm sayin?

IC: Shay stopped to see someone fall through the door of the pub. Immediatly she caught scent of the lycan. She had guessed that a few men were working undercover in the police force as slayers. Thats how they've been able to track her down. No mere mortal would still be hot on her trail, it takes a mere mortal with massive skill. Even for their skills though, they were no match for her. Shay decided to get out of there fast, there was no telling if she'd be in even more trouble with a lycan now in her midst. But what about her dog? She knew he could perfectly fend for himself, he was still behind the bartenders table. Ripper was lying low, hidden in the shadows. She knew he'd find a way out before the night was over.

The full moon is tomorrow night Shay kept thinking these words over as she held on to the beams. "Its gonna be hecktic evading all the stupid werewolves..." She whispered to herself, her eyes closed as she took in what would happen in the next 24 hours..

[Sephiros_TH]

Nick was a little confused. The woman that had burst through the door climbed off somewhere and now cops were questioning whether or not he had seen her.
"Nope can't say I have," Nick replied to the officer.
"You sure? I could arrest you for that gun," The officer replied.
"Its not mine, you want it?" Nick said.
"I assume you haven't seen her then," The officer said as he took the gun from Nick.
"Yep, G'night to you officer," Nick said.
"Good night to you too, sorry for the trouble," The officer replied. Then suddenly another man burst through the door. This man was different. Nick could smell something familiar on him. His senses were highly tuned since tomorrow was a full moon. The scent was so familiar but he couldn't figure out what it was. However the man seemed interested in Nick.
"Search the building," The man said to the other officers.
"We don't have a warrant sir!" The officer replied.
"Do it!" The man said angrily.
"Yes sir," The officer began looking around.
"So what are you doing here?" The man asked Nick.
"Just hanging out at my usual bar," Nick replied.
"Right...well don't do something you'd regret," The man said ominously as he proceeded to question the bar tender.

[FishBox]

OOC: Sorry it's a big introduction. I'll post the beginning of his story in a new post to save it from being cluttered. Also, what's the name of the town that we live in?

Name- Izaak 'Splinter' Stattman


Gender- Male


Race- Human/Vampire Hybrid


Age- 99 years old (looks 20)


Abilities- Is able to move quicker than the eye can see (even Vampire or Lycan eyes) for a short period of time. He is unable to be detected as a Vampire by Humans, Werewolves and novice Slayers. Expert Slayers, Vampires and Lycans are able to see through this. He is an incredibly quick fighter, known to kill and escape before the victim knows they've been attacked.
He can telepathically communicate to his pet bat, Ruby.
Other than this, he has (perhaps below) average basic Vampire skills because he is only half Vampire

Appearance- Splinter wears a light brown t-shirt with a long sleeved white t-shirt underneath. He wears jeans with small holes forming on the knees, and wears black shoes. He has long hair reaching his shoulders. His eyes are purple, with his left pupil being a seven-pointed star shape. Quite handsome. Often told his eyebrows are sexy, which frustrates him.


Bio- Has nothing wrong with romance, but he won't touch a human girl as he thinks they are shallow. They only ever talk to him because they think that he is 'hot'. He is only interested in girls that are at least half-vampire. He hates humans, and the only human he ever trusted is his flat-mate David (who Splinter bit to turn him into a Vampire anyway).
He is generally a very nice person, yet can kill with out caring about consequences. He often leaps before he looks, and this attitude is the main reason he often leads an eventful life. He has a short attention span, and is distracted easily.
Ruby: His pet bat Ruby is his best friend, and is as old as Splinter. She telepathically communicates to Splinter. Ruby is very wise, yet also has a strange sense of humor.


Weapons- His primary weapon is a wooden stake, which he uses to stab people (mainly humans). He loves the irony of it, and usually says to anyone who asks about it that humans are just 'getting a taste of their own medicine'. The stake has become his signature weapon, and is the reason he has the nickname 'Splinter'.
If the stake has no effect (as it does on some non-human enemies), he often uses his handgun. The gun is a Pfifer Zeliska, and is usually packed with silver bullets to ward off 'dogs'. He carries both the Stake and the Zeliska wherever he goes, just in case.

History- Splinter was born after an 'accident' involving a female Vampire, a male Human, and a truckload of alcohol consumption. His father left after that night, and seeing as how Splinter is 99 years old, his dad is probably dead. His mother abandoned him at 13 years old, when she was being hunted by an underground cult of Anti-Vampirists. Splinter was accepted by an orphanage who knew about his Vampire background. Through the orphanage, he met David, and the two became great friends.
Splinter soon after bit David to turn him into a Vampire (by David's suggestion) and the two live together in a flat on the outskirts of town.

[my-sanctuary]

Name- Jayden Areya


Gender- Female


Race- Vampire (fully fledged)


Age- 50 years old looks 18 to 20.


Abilities- Super sensitive hearing. Excelled in sight at day and night. Has great balance, and is quite flexible. She can be stealthy and sneaky, but has to admit to being caught sometimes.


Appearance- Jayden has mostly black hair that is spiked. It goes from long to short as it nears the back, except she has 2 long strands on either side that are striped with black, but are mostly blond. She has knee high black boots that strap up with belts. Thigh high black and white striped stockings. Is wearing a black lacey skirt that extends farther down on her right side. She has on a white and black corset that laces up in the back. Her eyes are light green but change blue from time to time. She has multiple earrings, left eyebrow piercing and a star tattoo near her right pelvic bone. She carries twin guns on her studded belt. Her beauty is astounding, but she tends to stay out of human public. (Just if ya want to know) She is mostly attracted to vampires, but goes to the lycan/ werewolf side to sometimes. She is pesky with slayers, and loves to pick on them. She has grown to despize the human world, and it's predictable ways of the world. (Plus the police are following her shadows. She has not been caught but she doesn't like them being so close to her.)


Bio- Jayden is a mysterious being. She lost her friend Darius long ago. Darius was the one that created her. They met long ago when she and her parents were traveling. When she found out Darius was a vampire she begged him to change her too. She eventually fell in love with him, but at a price. He never wanted to change her, but when her life was threatened by a disease, he could not let his friend suffer. He changed her vampire before her body died, but this caused Darius to lose his life. When a vampire takes blood that has been poisoned (diseased) they die. One of lifes greatest secrets that Darius never told her. He knew that she would refuse his offer had she known it would kill him. Long has it been since that eventful night. Before he died, he told Jayden to fake her death. She had to leave her parents, or else she might risk killing them. Being new to the blood is hard, and she didn't want to harm her parents. She ran away from them and lived on her own. She comes in contact with Lycans and vampires very rarely but when they meet, they are moreover not too friendly. She never saw the difference between their races. They were both cursed...thats all there was to it. She lived out her life to finish Darius' purpose, she wanted to end the fued and find a way to bring the races together in peace. But she is not exactly the nice type in the middle of a quarrel. She is bound and determind to change their minds no matter what. She has nearly been torn to shreds a number of times in her life, but takes the risk as graditude for the one that saved her life. She owes him her life, and she has made this an oath.


History- Read Bio....

A police siren screeched it's way past the tall building that cast an erie shadow across the town. Jayden sat perched on the edge of the building, looking down towards all the excitment to the bar that remained across the street.
"I wonder what kinds of rats have chewed their way into it this time."
She snickered a laugh. She smiled, and rose up, stepping on the very edge of the building. She took a deep breath before spreading her arms straight out and leaned forward.....her feet left the building, and she began falling towards the concrete sidewalk, and road. Below were parked the police vehicles. She quickly turned in midair, landing swiftly on her feet like a cat, the impact causing her to fault a little. She pushed up from the ground and remained standing straight.
"Someone needs help in there, I hear trouble."
She walked up to the window and peeked inside. The police were searching for something.
"Looks like I just got hired for the job."
She joked to herself. She turned the corner of the bar, finding a narrow alleyway between it and another building. There, she found a back door.
"Don't mind if I join the fun guys." She laughed again, and she pulled the door open. She found herself in a small room filled with empty cups and barrels of what came to her senses to be alcohol. "She covered her nose with her sleeve to block out the smell some. She must be in the storage area of the bar. She thought. She walked over to another door spotted on the other end of the room. On the other side of this door was a group of them...with the police. She smiled again feeling pleased. "As much as I hate their contact, I have no choice. I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it..." She whispered.