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Alright, I have come to the conclusion that the tenth was too early and most of the RPers would be busy with school, so I am extending the deadline until the 18th.
From the looks of the amount of attention (or lack of), we will NOT be holding auditions. But I still expect writing samples and Bio from everyone who hasn't submitted one.
This is subject to change if this gets a ton of attention before the deadline.
This is subject to change if this gets a ton of attention before the deadline.
Alright, while we waiting for school to let out, how about everyone to give me an idea for the codex.
For example, Do vampires have babies?
For example, Do vampires have babies?
I like the idea,it always pisses me off when it's never described why vampires are sterile,and the only case I remebr of it beign explained is bull shit "They are born undead",that doesn't make any sense.And in this,we're infected humans,not supernatural creatures.Broken Orange said:
Are there zones that the government has proclaimed a lost caused,and has become a hive of vampires?Broken Orange said:
I'd suggest, perhaps for plot purposes, that there is around 50/50 chance that a child conceived from a human/parahuman relationship to be parahuman.
Well, the thing is, oldest child birthed from parahumans is going to be four years old. I'll be sure to mention something about human/parhumans in that last post.Nickolai77 said:
Name: Simon Roberts
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Infected?: Parahuman
Appearance: 5'6", short red hair, Green eyes. Athletic build but compact. Wearing black combat boots, black fatigue pants, Red T-Shirt, black leather jacket and leather gloves. Wears compact body armour over his tshirt. Over it all he wears a full length black cloak with a large hood that falls well over his face. The cloak is made of a heavy material.
Skills: Fast on his feet and is into free running in a big way. A black belt in karate. Also a trained swordsman as well. His only ranged weapon ecperience is with bow's and crossbows. Bar his combat skills he has very few other skills, he has some basic general maintenance and manual labour experience as well as maintaing the weapons he uses.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Infected?: Parahuman
Appearance: 5'6", short red hair, Green eyes. Athletic build but compact. Wearing black combat boots, black fatigue pants, Red T-Shirt, black leather jacket and leather gloves. Wears compact body armour over his tshirt. Over it all he wears a full length black cloak with a large hood that falls well over his face. The cloak is made of a heavy material.
Skills: Fast on his feet and is into free running in a big way. A black belt in karate. Also a trained swordsman as well. His only ranged weapon ecperience is with bow's and crossbows. Bar his combat skills he has very few other skills, he has some basic general maintenance and manual labour experience as well as maintaing the weapons he uses.
Simon Roberts was running for his life. His cloths were ripped in several places and his left hand and cheek were grazed
badly. He was running down an alley that lead from a local park to his flat.
Simon had been walking home from the pub. He had gone for a few drinks with some of the lads from the rugby club after training. He had taken a short cut through a local park that lead straight to the block of flats where he rented, the park was lit along the strip of path that ran through it's centre. It wasn't a big park but it had a child?s play area and a series of small skate ramps and a couple of football pitches, with the odd tree littered here and there.
After school local youngsters would come to play under the careful watch of their parents, later teenagers would turn up and hang out, sharing the crafty cigarette between them. Once it got dark enough the older teenagers would turn up, totting cheep illegally brought booze and recreational drugs. They took over the park, laughing and playing loud music.
They kept to themselves usually unless a local resident said anything then they would cause mayhem in the park. Most of the locals tolerated the group as it was easier than driving them away. Simon had noticed no one was out tonight as he walked through the park, it was odd, by the time Simon entered the park there should have been a dozen of them. All that met him was silence. Strange as it was Simon failed to heed the warning signs, that tonight, taking a shortcut was not the best of ideas.
Half way across the park, Simon sopped as a light behind him burst in a shower of sparks as it was smashed. A bestial scream came from the dark that shook Simon to the very core of his human instincts. The primitive fight or flight instincts, layered over by other more modern instincts screamed at Simon, overriding all other thoughts. It screamed at him to run. And so, Simon ran.
He dropped his kit bag almost instantly as it weighed him down. He pumped his arms and legs as hard as he could. Being a winger for his rugby team meant that Simon was faster than most others, his athletic body built up from years of training powered him on, yet he could sense whatever was out there drawing close. He reached the start of a long alley that would lead him home. "I just need to get home" he thought to himself before he tripped over slamming into the ground. Pain flared through his hand and cheek as he kissed the ground with his body. He pulled himself to his feet and carried on fleeing, catching his cloths on a bramble bush.
It was close and Simon knew what it was, knowing made him want to curl up and cry in fear. A vampire, a freaking fucking vampire was trying to turn him into a walking, talking buffet. Running the last section of alleyway he could see the lights of his flat block. He pulled his keys from his pocket, if he could get through the security door and close it he would be safe. He grinned and almost shouted in triumph as he reached the door. He fumbled with the key when he felt the warm wet breath of the vampire on his neck.
It had been playing with him, he was never meant to escape. Before he could turn to face it, it grabbed him pinning his arms to his sides and bit him. Simon screamed in pain as the creature began sucking the life from him. The vampire dropped him, taking enough blood to survive, turning and stalking away. The wound had begun to congeal when Simon awoke. He had passed out from the shock, he looked at his watch, barely any time had passed. Shaking he began to push himself up when his elbows began to ache, the ache flared to pain. Simon dropped muffling a scream as he felt the second worst pain of his life flare through his body.
Through pain clouded eyes a shadowy figure stood over Simon. "Damn boy" was all it said, a stabbing pain followed shortly. The aches and pains began to fade as Simon blacked out again.
badly. He was running down an alley that lead from a local park to his flat.
Simon had been walking home from the pub. He had gone for a few drinks with some of the lads from the rugby club after training. He had taken a short cut through a local park that lead straight to the block of flats where he rented, the park was lit along the strip of path that ran through it's centre. It wasn't a big park but it had a child?s play area and a series of small skate ramps and a couple of football pitches, with the odd tree littered here and there.
After school local youngsters would come to play under the careful watch of their parents, later teenagers would turn up and hang out, sharing the crafty cigarette between them. Once it got dark enough the older teenagers would turn up, totting cheep illegally brought booze and recreational drugs. They took over the park, laughing and playing loud music.
They kept to themselves usually unless a local resident said anything then they would cause mayhem in the park. Most of the locals tolerated the group as it was easier than driving them away. Simon had noticed no one was out tonight as he walked through the park, it was odd, by the time Simon entered the park there should have been a dozen of them. All that met him was silence. Strange as it was Simon failed to heed the warning signs, that tonight, taking a shortcut was not the best of ideas.
Half way across the park, Simon sopped as a light behind him burst in a shower of sparks as it was smashed. A bestial scream came from the dark that shook Simon to the very core of his human instincts. The primitive fight or flight instincts, layered over by other more modern instincts screamed at Simon, overriding all other thoughts. It screamed at him to run. And so, Simon ran.
He dropped his kit bag almost instantly as it weighed him down. He pumped his arms and legs as hard as he could. Being a winger for his rugby team meant that Simon was faster than most others, his athletic body built up from years of training powered him on, yet he could sense whatever was out there drawing close. He reached the start of a long alley that would lead him home. "I just need to get home" he thought to himself before he tripped over slamming into the ground. Pain flared through his hand and cheek as he kissed the ground with his body. He pulled himself to his feet and carried on fleeing, catching his cloths on a bramble bush.
It was close and Simon knew what it was, knowing made him want to curl up and cry in fear. A vampire, a freaking fucking vampire was trying to turn him into a walking, talking buffet. Running the last section of alleyway he could see the lights of his flat block. He pulled his keys from his pocket, if he could get through the security door and close it he would be safe. He grinned and almost shouted in triumph as he reached the door. He fumbled with the key when he felt the warm wet breath of the vampire on his neck.
It had been playing with him, he was never meant to escape. Before he could turn to face it, it grabbed him pinning his arms to his sides and bit him. Simon screamed in pain as the creature began sucking the life from him. The vampire dropped him, taking enough blood to survive, turning and stalking away. The wound had begun to congeal when Simon awoke. He had passed out from the shock, he looked at his watch, barely any time had passed. Shaking he began to push himself up when his elbows began to ache, the ache flared to pain. Simon dropped muffling a scream as he felt the second worst pain of his life flare through his body.
Through pain clouded eyes a shadowy figure stood over Simon. "Damn boy" was all it said, a stabbing pain followed shortly. The aches and pains began to fade as Simon blacked out again.
Bio to be PM'd soon.
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Sir Strange Of The House Lycan said:
Name: Sister Marjolaine Guillory
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Infected?: Yes (borderline type 1; she is able to maintain her sanity as long as she is able to remain sated with blood)
Appearance: Her frail, emaciated frame is wrapped in sickly-pale, green-tinged flesh. The gauntness of her face combined with sunken, black-filled eyes and prominent full-grown fangs cause most people to mistake Marjolaine for a mindless type 1 vampire. She is always seen wearing a faded black nun's habit with tattered hems, her face typically shrouded by a veil of shadowy crepe. A few long wisps of snow-blond hair occasionally escape from beneath her coif. On her chest Marjolaine wears an onyx crucifix supported by a rosary beaded with tiny, smooth-cut rubies.
Skills: Marjolaine has dedicated her life to destroying every feral vampire she can; her specialty is guerrilla assassination, a skill perfected during her time hunting in the wilderness and adapted for urban combat. Her primary weapon is a compact, scoped hunting crossbow for firing bolts tipped with sharpened silver crosses; it has a spool attachment for connecting a durable wire to the bolt which can be reeled-in. Hidden beneath her tunic is a secondary weapon for closer combat: an ornate, antique Inquisitor's rapier which she seldom has reason to deploy.
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Infected?: Yes (borderline type 1; she is able to maintain her sanity as long as she is able to remain sated with blood)
Appearance: Her frail, emaciated frame is wrapped in sickly-pale, green-tinged flesh. The gauntness of her face combined with sunken, black-filled eyes and prominent full-grown fangs cause most people to mistake Marjolaine for a mindless type 1 vampire. She is always seen wearing a faded black nun's habit with tattered hems, her face typically shrouded by a veil of shadowy crepe. A few long wisps of snow-blond hair occasionally escape from beneath her coif. On her chest Marjolaine wears an onyx crucifix supported by a rosary beaded with tiny, smooth-cut rubies.
Skills: Marjolaine has dedicated her life to destroying every feral vampire she can; her specialty is guerrilla assassination, a skill perfected during her time hunting in the wilderness and adapted for urban combat. Her primary weapon is a compact, scoped hunting crossbow for firing bolts tipped with sharpened silver crosses; it has a spool attachment for connecting a durable wire to the bolt which can be reeled-in. Hidden beneath her tunic is a secondary weapon for closer combat: an ornate, antique Inquisitor's rapier which she seldom has reason to deploy.
Bio PM'd; sample forthcoming.
As long as you are aware that the normal hollywood techniques to kill vampires are useless, welcome aboard!HSIAMetalKing said:
Nicholas stared at the neon sign above him, its lightning blue letters spelled out ?Seventh heaven?, and somehow he doubted the club would be anywhere near heavenly. The whole neighbourhood filled him with a feeling of disgust; it was dark, dank and dirty. He stepped up to the bouncers and let them pat him down for weapons, when they were satisfied he walked past them and pushed open the heavy front doors. Almost immediately he was bombarded with loud music and light effects, purple and red lasers danced across the dance floor and strobe lights flashed behind the DJ. Hundreds of people filled the dance floor, glow sticks darting within the crowd. Nicholas ignored them and headed to the other side of the dance floor, occasionally some woman would try to get him to dance with him but he shrugged them off, business before pleasure. Finally he made his way out of the crowd and entered the bathroom; he walked to the end of the row of cubicles and walked inside. The toilet reeked of thrown up alcohol and god knew what else, Nicholas reached behind the bowl, his lip curling at the smell, and started feeling. Finally his hand hit against a small rectangular box, he yanked it out. He took the tape of its back and opened it, inside was a flick knife, the hilt was made of carbon fibre and the blade was black metal. Nicholas smiled at it; it was light, deadly and elegant. He tucked it up his sleeve and left the bathroom.
Nicholas looked above the dance floor, there was a bar and seating area for the more elite guests, he knew his target was there somewhere. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph, the parahuman certainly was a looker, she also looked fairly wealthy judging by her taste in clothing, she certainly had style. Nicholas didn?t know why she was wanted dead; he didn?t really care in all honesty. Nicholas once again entered the dancing masses and made his way to the stairs leading to the executive lounge. He slipped a small envelope into one of the bouncer?s jackets and smiled at him as he passed, he was an old friend. Nicholas took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink; he took a sip and turned round in his seat. His target was sitting with a few other women in a booth in the corner, all of them parahumans. He sat and considered his options. After a few minutes he was ready. He sent a bottle of champagne over to their table and smiled as she looked over. He waited and sure enough she called him over, so predictable he thought to himself. He took a seat opposite her and introduced himself. Nicholas poured everyone at the table a glass of champagne and took a drink, a slight smirk on his face.
The group exchanged small talk for half an hour before Nicholas put the last part of his plan into action, he invited the target to dance and she accept, as he knew she would. He took her arm in his and walked down the stairs, he patted the bouncer he had given the envelope to on the shoulder as he passed. He moved deep into the crowd with her and they began to dance, the song was slow, as it went on Nicholas got closer to her. As the music grew louder he struck. She must have thought he was going to kiss her as she closed her eyes, he put his hand on her back and quickly thrust the knife into the back of her neck, he forced it, inch by inch, deeper into her spine. He quickly put his arm around her again and took her out of the crowd, pretending she was drunk. He placed her on a chair at the fringe of the dance floor and left. He walked down the road and smiled smugly; he descended a flight of stairs to a subway platform and sat down, waiting for his train.
Nicholas looked above the dance floor, there was a bar and seating area for the more elite guests, he knew his target was there somewhere. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph, the parahuman certainly was a looker, she also looked fairly wealthy judging by her taste in clothing, she certainly had style. Nicholas didn?t know why she was wanted dead; he didn?t really care in all honesty. Nicholas once again entered the dancing masses and made his way to the stairs leading to the executive lounge. He slipped a small envelope into one of the bouncer?s jackets and smiled at him as he passed, he was an old friend. Nicholas took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink; he took a sip and turned round in his seat. His target was sitting with a few other women in a booth in the corner, all of them parahumans. He sat and considered his options. After a few minutes he was ready. He sent a bottle of champagne over to their table and smiled as she looked over. He waited and sure enough she called him over, so predictable he thought to himself. He took a seat opposite her and introduced himself. Nicholas poured everyone at the table a glass of champagne and took a drink, a slight smirk on his face.
The group exchanged small talk for half an hour before Nicholas put the last part of his plan into action, he invited the target to dance and she accept, as he knew she would. He took her arm in his and walked down the stairs, he patted the bouncer he had given the envelope to on the shoulder as he passed. He moved deep into the crowd with her and they began to dance, the song was slow, as it went on Nicholas got closer to her. As the music grew louder he struck. She must have thought he was going to kiss her as she closed her eyes, he put his hand on her back and quickly thrust the knife into the back of her neck, he forced it, inch by inch, deeper into her spine. He quickly put his arm around her again and took her out of the crowd, pretending she was drunk. He placed her on a chair at the fringe of the dance floor and left. He walked down the road and smiled smugly; he descended a flight of stairs to a subway platform and sat down, waiting for his train.