Fur vs. Fang: A werewolf/vampire RP (begun) (closed, co-GMed by The_Heretic)
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Hmmm... its only 3vs2 now, so it isn't bad odds, when one considers how superior vampires are... with a little plot armour, it could work out pretty equally if applications have dried up...The_Heretic said:
Name: Catherine de Leon
Faction: Vampire
Age: 200, appearance in the late 20's
Gender: Female
Appearance: A few inches under 6 feet, with long black hair that she keeps in a braid that is wrapped close to her head in a bun. Her eyes are a whistful violet, bordered with thick eyelashes and complemented by lips that seem to always be in a small pout. She has a slender, athletic body, and a long tattoo running down her back.
Background: Catherine was turned by a female vampire, Jean, at 24, who wanted to immortalize the girl's beauty. They were partners for a long time, enjoying fine foods, fine parties, each other, other vampires, humans, and even the occassional werewolf. They parted ways after some 70 years, but Catherine continues her hedonistic lifestyle, living from pleasure to pleasure. She frequently hangs around in clubs and bars, giving unlucky humans their last one night stand.
She joined Bianca's side not so much because she hated werewolves, but because it gave her a chance to practice her other pasttime: murder. She carries two silver blades, a bit shorter than her arms in length, that can link together in the middle to create a pair of shears for decapitation.
Faction: Vampire
Age: 200, appearance in the late 20's
Gender: Female
Appearance: A few inches under 6 feet, with long black hair that she keeps in a braid that is wrapped close to her head in a bun. Her eyes are a whistful violet, bordered with thick eyelashes and complemented by lips that seem to always be in a small pout. She has a slender, athletic body, and a long tattoo running down her back.
Background: Catherine was turned by a female vampire, Jean, at 24, who wanted to immortalize the girl's beauty. They were partners for a long time, enjoying fine foods, fine parties, each other, other vampires, humans, and even the occassional werewolf. They parted ways after some 70 years, but Catherine continues her hedonistic lifestyle, living from pleasure to pleasure. She frequently hangs around in clubs and bars, giving unlucky humans their last one night stand.
She joined Bianca's side not so much because she hated werewolves, but because it gave her a chance to practice her other pasttime: murder. She carries two silver blades, a bit shorter than her arms in length, that can link together in the middle to create a pair of shears for decapitation.
Alright people! just Two more vampire and another werewolf and we're golden!
Either way, as long as it stays open and alive then i'm good.
Or we could do that. Besides, we're bound to get one or two people trying to apply after it starts.c_westerman13 said:
Either way, as long as it stays open and alive then i'm good.
Hmmm... Vampire vs. Werewolf RP? This sounds like it could be interesting. I'll bite.
I'll try to drum up a CS as soon as possible, but if someone beats me to the punch, feel free to continue on. To the early bird goes the worm and all that jazz.
I'll try to drum up a CS as soon as possible, but if someone beats me to the punch, feel free to continue on. To the early bird goes the worm and all that jazz.
And here's a Character sheet. Feel free to tell me if there are any problems.
Name: Ernst Schulz
Faction: Vampire
Age: 124, appears to be in his late 20s
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ernst is a tall (6'2"), solidly built man. While he is very well muscled, he is not overly bulky, being very well toned. His face looks somewhat weathered and has several scars visible on it, the most noticable being the half "glasglow grin" cut that reaches from the left corner of his mouth along his cheek. His blue-grey eyes stare out harshly from beneath his brow. He keeps his light brown hair extremely short in a militaristic cut. His outfit typically militaristic as well wearing a field-grey coat, dark blue trousers, and worn jackboots. He always makes sure to carry 3 specific knives with him at all times, one from his days in WW1, another from WW2, and a third silver one for finishing off any werewolves he manages to best.
Background: Born in the early days of the German Empire, Ernst grew up with a very heavy indoctrination into German culture. He lived the life of a normal lower-middle class son, helping his father with the family business. All this changed though when Ernst decided to take a trip to the nearby city of Zwickau and perhaps get a job. His trip did not go as planned as he ended up being happened upon by a wandering vampire. The vampire turned Ernst into one of the undead but decided to cast out the new-bloodsucker onto the streets. With only a small bit of information on what he had become, Ernst learned the hard way of his limitations.
Fearing what his family would think should they discover what he had become, Ernst continued to live a nocturnal life in the city, preying on the poor and homeless as stealthly as possible. With his life turned upside down so fast, Ernst quickly gave over to the predatorial side of the vampire, quickly becoming a monsterous serial killer. When an Austrian Arch-duke was assassinated in Sarajevo and the great powers went to war, Ernst saw an opportunity. With clever manipulation and deciet he managed to enlist into the German army as a special agent specializing in night combat. As the war soon turned into a bloody stalemate, Ernst struck terror into the hearts of Allied soldiers who he attacked in the dead of night time and time again. Eventually Germany lost the war and Ernst was forced to live through a devasted Germany.
When he began to see the violent ways of the Nazi party though, he soon joined up. War reared it's head across Europe once again and once again Ernst managed to weasel his way into the German Wehrmacht. Fighting his way across Eastern Europe as the Panzer divisions tore across Russia and then back again when the war swung back to the Allied powers' favor, Ernst made his stand in Berlin against the Red Army. Although Germany surrendered, Ernst never did, slipping off and continuing his solo fight against the Soviets, although more out of a bloodlust than any sense of national pride. It was during his "resistance" that Ernst ran into his first werewolf. He just barely managed to escape the attack and soon the two waged their own war across Saxony, neither able to gain the upper hand in their fights. Ernst finally managed to best his adversary though when he lodged a silver dining knife into the werewolves skull, simultaneous ending the fight and figuring out the beast's weakness.
Since then Ernst has worked as a mercenary for those who don't mind hiring a weird, borderline psychotic who never fights (or exits his private tent) during the day, but always seems capable of taking out the enemy during the night. Since then he's managed to find contacts in the vampire underworld and come across two other werewolves, one which he killed in the desert of Afghanastan and another he lost in the jungles of the Congo (although the vampire was nearly bested by the beast). Always looking for a good fight, Ernst cought wind of a truly old Vampire who was looking for support in her fight against the werewolves. Eager to make more lycan blood flow, Ernst eventually swore support to Bianca and her cause, although as always he is seen as a somewhat unstable asset.
Faction: Vampire
Age: 124, appears to be in his late 20s
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ernst is a tall (6'2"), solidly built man. While he is very well muscled, he is not overly bulky, being very well toned. His face looks somewhat weathered and has several scars visible on it, the most noticable being the half "glasglow grin" cut that reaches from the left corner of his mouth along his cheek. His blue-grey eyes stare out harshly from beneath his brow. He keeps his light brown hair extremely short in a militaristic cut. His outfit typically militaristic as well wearing a field-grey coat, dark blue trousers, and worn jackboots. He always makes sure to carry 3 specific knives with him at all times, one from his days in WW1, another from WW2, and a third silver one for finishing off any werewolves he manages to best.
Background: Born in the early days of the German Empire, Ernst grew up with a very heavy indoctrination into German culture. He lived the life of a normal lower-middle class son, helping his father with the family business. All this changed though when Ernst decided to take a trip to the nearby city of Zwickau and perhaps get a job. His trip did not go as planned as he ended up being happened upon by a wandering vampire. The vampire turned Ernst into one of the undead but decided to cast out the new-bloodsucker onto the streets. With only a small bit of information on what he had become, Ernst learned the hard way of his limitations.
Fearing what his family would think should they discover what he had become, Ernst continued to live a nocturnal life in the city, preying on the poor and homeless as stealthly as possible. With his life turned upside down so fast, Ernst quickly gave over to the predatorial side of the vampire, quickly becoming a monsterous serial killer. When an Austrian Arch-duke was assassinated in Sarajevo and the great powers went to war, Ernst saw an opportunity. With clever manipulation and deciet he managed to enlist into the German army as a special agent specializing in night combat. As the war soon turned into a bloody stalemate, Ernst struck terror into the hearts of Allied soldiers who he attacked in the dead of night time and time again. Eventually Germany lost the war and Ernst was forced to live through a devasted Germany.
When he began to see the violent ways of the Nazi party though, he soon joined up. War reared it's head across Europe once again and once again Ernst managed to weasel his way into the German Wehrmacht. Fighting his way across Eastern Europe as the Panzer divisions tore across Russia and then back again when the war swung back to the Allied powers' favor, Ernst made his stand in Berlin against the Red Army. Although Germany surrendered, Ernst never did, slipping off and continuing his solo fight against the Soviets, although more out of a bloodlust than any sense of national pride. It was during his "resistance" that Ernst ran into his first werewolf. He just barely managed to escape the attack and soon the two waged their own war across Saxony, neither able to gain the upper hand in their fights. Ernst finally managed to best his adversary though when he lodged a silver dining knife into the werewolves skull, simultaneous ending the fight and figuring out the beast's weakness.
Since then Ernst has worked as a mercenary for those who don't mind hiring a weird, borderline psychotic who never fights (or exits his private tent) during the day, but always seems capable of taking out the enemy during the night. Since then he's managed to find contacts in the vampire underworld and come across two other werewolves, one which he killed in the desert of Afghanastan and another he lost in the jungles of the Congo (although the vampire was nearly bested by the beast). Always looking for a good fight, Ernst cought wind of a truly old Vampire who was looking for support in her fight against the werewolves. Eager to make more lycan blood flow, Ernst eventually swore support to Bianca and her cause, although as always he is seen as a somewhat unstable asset.
Well according to my genius levels of mathematics (...5 - 6 - 7 - 8), we do indeed have 8 players and characters.
Also nice to be RP again with you too, although our characters haven't interacted much in the other one I have to admit.
Also nice to be RP again with you too, although our characters haven't interacted much in the other one I have to admit.
well, i have only just joined it! i'm not too sure they'll get on, anyway...
I like your char for this, anyway - if he's been in all the modern wars, he might have met mine...
I like your char for this, anyway - if he's been in all the modern wars, he might have met mine...
True. Our characters have only just met.
As for Vincent and Ernst, what wars in specific did Vincent take part in? We might be able to figure out if they've met up at some point in the time in the past (although it might not have been the friendliest of confrontations as Vincent would probably fight for the Brits and Ernst for the Germans).
As for Vincent and Ernst, what wars in specific did Vincent take part in? We might be able to figure out if they've met up at some point in the time in the past (although it might not have been the friendliest of confrontations as Vincent would probably fight for the Brits and Ernst for the Germans).
Late night. Melianara sat in her fortress, overlooking the full moon lit forest before her, the wolves howling. Her eyes narrowed. Those howls were getting closer. The werewolves were starting to get careless, or cocky. Either way, she needed to handle it. Putting on her bodysuit, the lithe vampiress grabbed a long silver sword, heading down to the entrance of the fortress. Walking through the forest with bare feet, the werewolf never heard her coming. With a stab, she sank her sword into the werewolf's back, piercing its heart. It would be non-fatal, if her sword had not been silver. Instead, the wolf sank without a sound, killed instantly. Dragging the wolf back with her surprising strength, she laid it down at the entrance to her fortress, a warning to the werewolves. If they crossed the line set millenia ago, they would meet the same fate.
William sat in his favorite chair inside of his stronghold his legs crossed and staring off into the distance as if in deep thought.Suddenly the door opened and an advisor stepped in.
"Sir we've just received news from a scout that the Vampire queen Melianara has killed a brother and posted his dead body outside of that fortress she lives in."
"That *****!" His voice thundered."Send word I want our best warriors gathered here.It's time we did something about theses vampires they're getting a little to happy with killing our brothers."
"Yes King."
William leaned back in his chair closing his eyes contemplating his next course of action.He knew that a war was just on the horizon.He hoped that he could lead his brothers through it.For now all he could do was sit back and wait.
"Sir we've just received news from a scout that the Vampire queen Melianara has killed a brother and posted his dead body outside of that fortress she lives in."
"That *****!" His voice thundered."Send word I want our best warriors gathered here.It's time we did something about theses vampires they're getting a little to happy with killing our brothers."
"Yes King."
William leaned back in his chair closing his eyes contemplating his next course of action.He knew that a war was just on the horizon.He hoped that he could lead his brothers through it.For now all he could do was sit back and wait.
Catherine stared at herself in the soft moonlight filtering through her window. It wasn't like it had changed much in the last few years. Her lips already were wet with her latest meal, whose body was still in her bed. I'll need to take care of that... Sometimes she turned them and strapped them to the bed, leaving the sun to take care of them. Sometimes she mauled them with her blades and dropped them near the forests, letting werewolves take the blame. This time she just set the room on fire as she left. She decided to go hunting again. The flames and the screams as other rooms caught fire made her hot again, and she turned down the street, her thigh high boots clicking against the pavement.
Vincent was sat at home, relaxing at 02.24, when he heard something completely new - The doorbell. Who in fuck's name rings the doorbell at half two? Curious, Vincent walked to the door, and opened it, to find not a person, but a letter resting on the doormat. Vincent picked up the letter, and, using his blade, sliced open the seal. Shocked at the contents, Vincent decided to deal with it later.
Suddenly feeling a pang of his supernatural hunger, Vincent decided to go out, just in time to catch the last couple hours of the City's clubs. Pulling together an outfit, Vincent donned a sharp armani suit from his wardrobe, with a light blue shirt, and crimson tie. Adding to this his most recent fake ID - in the name of Lucius Sanders, one of his previous meals - and a wallet full of 20s, He walked to a nice little club he'd grown fond of frequenting, as its members had provided him with many meals!
Arriving at the club, Vincent took a cursory glance around the main dance area, noticed a couple of potential prey, and hit up the bar for a Dry Martini. With his drink in hand, Vincent moved back to the dancefloor, and straight to a girl he'd seen a few times here before. A couple of drinks later, Vincent's vampiric charms had worked their magic, and the girl was in his arms. As the DJ started playing the night's 'last dance' - 500 miles, by the pretenders - Vincent had convinced the girl to spend a night at his place.
Walking her back though the streets, stopping occasionally in a dark alley to 'keep up his masquerade', so to speak, Vincent could have sworn he saw a tall, well built and dark man following him around. Taking the girl - he wished he'd paid attention to her name - into another alley, he told her to wait, and loaded his revolver with silver rounds.
Suddenly feeling a pang of his supernatural hunger, Vincent decided to go out, just in time to catch the last couple hours of the City's clubs. Pulling together an outfit, Vincent donned a sharp armani suit from his wardrobe, with a light blue shirt, and crimson tie. Adding to this his most recent fake ID - in the name of Lucius Sanders, one of his previous meals - and a wallet full of 20s, He walked to a nice little club he'd grown fond of frequenting, as its members had provided him with many meals!
Arriving at the club, Vincent took a cursory glance around the main dance area, noticed a couple of potential prey, and hit up the bar for a Dry Martini. With his drink in hand, Vincent moved back to the dancefloor, and straight to a girl he'd seen a few times here before. A couple of drinks later, Vincent's vampiric charms had worked their magic, and the girl was in his arms. As the DJ started playing the night's 'last dance' - 500 miles, by the pretenders - Vincent had convinced the girl to spend a night at his place.
Walking her back though the streets, stopping occasionally in a dark alley to 'keep up his masquerade', so to speak, Vincent could have sworn he saw a tall, well built and dark man following him around. Taking the girl - he wished he'd paid attention to her name - into another alley, he told her to wait, and loaded his revolver with silver rounds.
@irony Vincent's been around for most wars since waterloo, though he rarely takes sides - he was in germany during WW1, though, so that'd likely be where they met, if at all...