WAR IN THE STREETS:A MAFIA /WEREWOLF/VAMPIRE/RP
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It's worked for me before, but there is a balance option. Let the GM decide, based on criteria he keeps secret (based of location, numbers, fatigue, equipment etc) then he tells the combatants what the end result has to be. We then play out an awesome fight scene that ends with the result he described.Sneaklemming said:
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Name: Alexander Castle
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Personality: Alexander is a fairly reserved person, he is not a block of emotionless flesh but he doesn't show his emotions extravagantly. He has a very protective mindset over his close friends and others of his kin - especially for females - and as a result he has a very brotherly out look on close friends. When in combat he will often risk his own life in exchange for others and when questioned about it he simply answers "Better me than them."
Bio: Alexander joined the British army at eighteen and quickly worked his way to an elite special forces unit. When he and his unit were on a night operation in the middle east they were attacked by a small group of Lycans.
He was the only one to survive and even then only with the help of an elite vampire soldier who turned him and took him on as his trainee.
Alexander is now one of the foremost soldiers on the vampires side and is respected not for his killing prowess but for his constraint and skill when dealing with challenges.
Notes: Alexander always carries a suppressed Springfield Armory Operator 1911 with a laser sight attached. He has no remorse for feeding on human blood as long as it is given freely, taken from criminals and low lives or from a blood bank.
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Personality: Alexander is a fairly reserved person, he is not a block of emotionless flesh but he doesn't show his emotions extravagantly. He has a very protective mindset over his close friends and others of his kin - especially for females - and as a result he has a very brotherly out look on close friends. When in combat he will often risk his own life in exchange for others and when questioned about it he simply answers "Better me than them."
Bio: Alexander joined the British army at eighteen and quickly worked his way to an elite special forces unit. When he and his unit were on a night operation in the middle east they were attacked by a small group of Lycans.
He was the only one to survive and even then only with the help of an elite vampire soldier who turned him and took him on as his trainee.
Alexander is now one of the foremost soldiers on the vampires side and is respected not for his killing prowess but for his constraint and skill when dealing with challenges.
Notes: Alexander always carries a suppressed Springfield Armory Operator 1911 with a laser sight attached. He has no remorse for feeding on human blood as long as it is given freely, taken from criminals and low lives or from a blood bank.
Ok give me a couple of minutes to review the sheets and check on whom I'm accepting and we should be able to start in a couple of hours.
EDIT: OK I feel way worse than I thought. I don't know if it's a cold or whatever but I feel like I'm on fire. I'm going to get some rest and hopefully if I feel better we can start tomorrow.
Name: Marcus Lorisus
Gender: Male
Race: Lycan
Appearence:
Ignore the werewolf in the back ground.About 6'1 in human form,8'4 in werewolf form
Personality: Marcus doesn't care any more really,he stopped caring when his entire family was murdered and some infected with the werewolf virus.He generally hates people and will rarely talk.He has been known to mentor to those he likes,but this is a rare occurrence.He is cold,quiet and creepy.As a werewolf,he goes batshit mental,murdering every and everyone he considers hostile or does not recognise and is generally not released in high profile areas.He can be kind,but only when he cares to be,he will be fiercely protective of his pack.
Bio: Marcus was rather happy and normal before the incident that led to his infection.He had a family of four,had a steady job and lived in a nice warm house.That all changed when Marcus visited a family reunion one day,at his father's beach house.A a gang of werewolf assaulted the group,viciously tearing Marcus's relatives to shreds or simply biting or mauling them then moving on.Most of Marcus's family was slaughtered and the rest was infected.Of them all,Marcus was the only one that kept his sanity of the infected.He watched his family members eat the corpses of their husbands,children,wives,uncles,fathers and mothers.He killed them all,one by one and got off the island,he spent a couple years in the basement of the summer house,learning to control the change.When he decided to leave the safety of the basement,he headed to New York,to find the rumoured Werewolf crime family,hoping to be accepted into the ranks.Earning some cash is just bonus,it's mostly to let him let go of soem of the hate he's built up over the last 50 years.
Notes: Marcus was born in 1922,he was infected in 1961,and as such is still biologically 39 years old.
Gender: Male
Race: Lycan
Appearence:
Personality: Marcus doesn't care any more really,he stopped caring when his entire family was murdered and some infected with the werewolf virus.He generally hates people and will rarely talk.He has been known to mentor to those he likes,but this is a rare occurrence.He is cold,quiet and creepy.As a werewolf,he goes batshit mental,murdering every and everyone he considers hostile or does not recognise and is generally not released in high profile areas.He can be kind,but only when he cares to be,he will be fiercely protective of his pack.
Bio: Marcus was rather happy and normal before the incident that led to his infection.He had a family of four,had a steady job and lived in a nice warm house.That all changed when Marcus visited a family reunion one day,at his father's beach house.A a gang of werewolf assaulted the group,viciously tearing Marcus's relatives to shreds or simply biting or mauling them then moving on.Most of Marcus's family was slaughtered and the rest was infected.Of them all,Marcus was the only one that kept his sanity of the infected.He watched his family members eat the corpses of their husbands,children,wives,uncles,fathers and mothers.He killed them all,one by one and got off the island,he spent a couple years in the basement of the summer house,learning to control the change.When he decided to leave the safety of the basement,he headed to New York,to find the rumoured Werewolf crime family,hoping to be accepted into the ranks.Earning some cash is just bonus,it's mostly to let him let go of soem of the hate he's built up over the last 50 years.
Notes: Marcus was born in 1922,he was infected in 1961,and as such is still biologically 39 years old.
O.K. everyone is accepted except...
Other than that I think we should be able to start. Unlike other RP where the GM starts with an opening post you guys will start. You will start with a flashback of a moment of your previous life then the beginning of an average night for your character. Then we will take it along from there.
Well one I'm going to need a race, personality and appearance. Also try beefing up your bio so we can get a better understanding of your character and exactly why they are joining one of the families.i don said:
Other than that I think we should be able to start. Unlike other RP where the GM starts with an opening post you guys will start. You will start with a flashback of a moment of your previous life then the beginning of an average night for your character. Then we will take it along from there.
Marcus sat on deck chair in the warm beach air,looking at his sons playing in the see and his wife socializing with the other females at the reunion,it was a nice scene,and it was exactly what he'd expected when he'd been invited to this place.He smiled from ear to ear and then sipped his drink,oozing and relaxing into the armchair,smiling blissfully.He heard something growling in the dry bushes a couple metres away,he dismissed it,thinking it was probably just a dog or something.Then,it pounced,soaring through the air in a black mass of tooth and claw,ready to tear a chunk out of his flesh.It tore into him,ripping a hole in his side before moving on.He remembered the screams and the blood and the gore.
He awoke calmly,not sweating or panting,just rising from his bed bed slowly.He was getting sick his dreams,they didn't scare him any more,they just kind of happened.He wolked out of the bed and walked over to his en suite bathroom.He looked at his many bagged face and his grey and black eyes.He frowned at himself sadly,before washing his face and getting in the shower.After a quick rinse over,he got in his usual clothes (Boots, waist-jacket,white shirt,red tie and trenchcoat),then headed out the door.
He awoke calmly,not sweating or panting,just rising from his bed bed slowly.He was getting sick his dreams,they didn't scare him any more,they just kind of happened.He wolked out of the bed and walked over to his en suite bathroom.He looked at his many bagged face and his grey and black eyes.He frowned at himself sadly,before washing his face and getting in the shower.After a quick rinse over,he got in his usual clothes (Boots, waist-jacket,white shirt,red tie and trenchcoat),then headed out the door.
She sat in the lecture hall , listening to a professor talk, and while it all seemed to make sense she couldn't quite make out what was being said. A moment passed, and she was at her desk, late at night, and she was labouring over some horrendously complicated theory. She felt the joy of comprehension, but she was tired, just so tired. She slept, even saw herself fall away into sleep, and when thought returned she was standing behind a counter in shop serving dull, faceless blurs of people. The scene faded, and became another of the lecture, then the studying, then the shop, blurring faster and faster, yet always there was less learning and more drudgery, and worst, she could feel time passing, feel herself growing old, until...
Rebecca sat up suddenly in bed, and her first thought was, bloody hell, such a stereotype. When she'd become a vampire, she'd promised herself she'd not cave into the image, not let it rule who she was. Sometimes she regretted her choice, when the others mocked her, but overall she was happy with herself, and there was little else she could wish for.
She rose, and headed for the bath, emerging half an hour later thoroughly mellowed, the dream forgotten. She dressed in a daze, and decided it would be good to get out in the fresh air, even if she did have to wear sunglasses
Rebecca sat up suddenly in bed, and her first thought was, bloody hell, such a stereotype. When she'd become a vampire, she'd promised herself she'd not cave into the image, not let it rule who she was. Sometimes she regretted her choice, when the others mocked her, but overall she was happy with herself, and there was little else she could wish for.
She rose, and headed for the bath, emerging half an hour later thoroughly mellowed, the dream forgotten. She dressed in a daze, and decided it would be good to get out in the fresh air, even if she did have to wear sunglasses
Anton and his brother were working in the fields. Anton was working with the scythe while his brother collected what he cut. Though not blood brothers, they were as close as any other kin. Anton put the scythe down a moment, and wiped the sweat off his brow. He was still young and it was hard work. He strectched down to grab his scythe when his brother tapped him on the shoulder. Anton lifted his head and looked over to what his brother had wanted. He heard a growling in the bushes. His brother dashed off toward the house, getting his father to help. But not Anton, He was too proud to run, to brave. He picked the scythe up and got ready to swing it. It went silent. Anton looked around to find the noise again when he was leaped on from the side by a wolf. The wolf clamped on his arm, breaking it and letting the blood flow. A yell of pain came from Anton as he picked up the scythe and swung, slicing the wolfs face and getting it to back off for a small while. Anton was weak and light headed from the wound, and could barely lift the scythe for another attack. He accepted it when the wolf came up snarling at him. A loud bang rings out as the wolf falls backward, stumbling back up and snarling at the man behind Anton. The man was his father, shotgun in hand as he let off another bang, hitting the wolf squarely again. The wolf circled and retreated into the woods. Anton was picked up by his father, and thats when he blacked out...
Anton yelled as he awoke, sitting in his little bed in his little apartment. The place was a dump, but he enjoyed the choas of it all. He put his head in his hands. How far he had come from his home, how much stronger he had become. He got up quickly, throwing on his last clean shirt and pair of pants. He stepped into a small bathroom and looked at his face. Various scars littered it, but most were covered by long hair. He smiled as he walked out of the bathroom and outside, It was the evening and he had nothing to do. A new night, another chance to live again.
Anton yelled as he awoke, sitting in his little bed in his little apartment. The place was a dump, but he enjoyed the choas of it all. He put his head in his hands. How far he had come from his home, how much stronger he had become. He got up quickly, throwing on his last clean shirt and pair of pants. He stepped into a small bathroom and looked at his face. Various scars littered it, but most were covered by long hair. He smiled as he walked out of the bathroom and outside, It was the evening and he had nothing to do. A new night, another chance to live again.
The rain was heavy and dark, the cold was unbearable, Lev clenched his arms around his body as he breathed deeply. He stood outside in the alley way directly next to the abandoned building he leaned on or so it looked to anyone not aware of it's true purpose, a place for human cock fighting, for those looking for a thrill or desperate for money. Lev was neither, he just wanted to fight, to feel his fists connect with his opponents flesh, the sound of an arm snapping as he broke it the heat of his body broken and bruised. His last night had ended badly, his nose was broken and he couldn't see very well out of his right eye. Reaching up he snapped his nose in to place or at least as well as he could in the dark, but Lev had never cared about such things, the pain was sharp and sudden and he let out a quick yell and slammed his fist into the wall. He would have to get back to the ring soon not that anyone would care, except himself. A low growl suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts as a large black figure slowly approached him, straining his eyes Lev realized to late the monstrosity that was lumbering towards him. It leapt at lev, tackling him to the ground and tore a but of flesh from his neck, punching it as hard as he could, Lev felt his fingers break and shatter, the pain was too much and the last thing he remembered was how bright and full the moon looked.
Lev stared at the moon, from the top of a building, and if he could he would have smiled, it had become such a beautiful thing too him these days he practically worshipped it, instead he let out a howl. He lept off the edge soaring down slamming into the alley way beside it, the night was young and he was hungry. Moving quickly he darted into the shadows and pushed his nose close to the ground, a familiar disgusting scent of vampire was near but the scent sent a chill through his body, excitement, he had been hungry and vampires did taste so sweet, he thought to himself, before they turned to dust. He vaulted from his position and hurried toward the vampire.
Lev stared at the moon, from the top of a building, and if he could he would have smiled, it had become such a beautiful thing too him these days he practically worshipped it, instead he let out a howl. He lept off the edge soaring down slamming into the alley way beside it, the night was young and he was hungry. Moving quickly he darted into the shadows and pushed his nose close to the ground, a familiar disgusting scent of vampire was near but the scent sent a chill through his body, excitement, he had been hungry and vampires did taste so sweet, he thought to himself, before they turned to dust. He vaulted from his position and hurried toward the vampire.
Name: Alex Gongery
race: werewolf and vampire mix?
bio: Alex Gongery was an Archeologist before one day his co-worker attacked and bitten
him. After that fateful day, Alex wandered the streets while sleep walking and always woke up in a cemetery. He had a doctor examine him one day to cure his sleep walking problem, but the doctor only read the test results that he performed on him and ran away, screaming like a lunatic. He didn't even bother going to his dentist in fear of the worst.
notes: Alex is a very depressed man after his church forbid him to enter. He soon realized he was somehow Immortal, after all of his diseases only lasted one day, and he stopped aging. He knew something scary is happening to him, and he knew that werewolves and vampires are only myths, or are they? Can he be both, he doesn't even know.
that better?
race: werewolf and vampire mix?
bio: Alex Gongery was an Archeologist before one day his co-worker attacked and bitten
him. After that fateful day, Alex wandered the streets while sleep walking and always woke up in a cemetery. He had a doctor examine him one day to cure his sleep walking problem, but the doctor only read the test results that he performed on him and ran away, screaming like a lunatic. He didn't even bother going to his dentist in fear of the worst.
notes: Alex is a very depressed man after his church forbid him to enter. He soon realized he was somehow Immortal, after all of his diseases only lasted one day, and he stopped aging. He knew something scary is happening to him, and he knew that werewolves and vampires are only myths, or are they? Can he be both, he doesn't even know.
that better?
I don't think you are right for this RP. Maybe if you work on your sheet more then maybe I can have you on reserve but for now I don't think I can give you a green light on your sheet.
how's this?
Name: Alex Gongery
race: lycan
bio: Alex Gongery was an Archeologist before one day he was attacked by a strange dog. He was almost completely dismembered, but then his expedition guide shot the rabid thing with his revolver, scaring the thing away. Alex was taken to the hospital afterwards, and got 1,000 stitches to his arms and legs each. That night while everyone was sleeping, he felt a horrible pain and began having a dream about killing everyone in the room, he woke up in his own bedroom the next day. He soon remembered researching this condition and began learning how to use his powers. He removed all silver from his house, and joined the rumored werewolf mafia in Manhattan to make use of his curse.
notes: Alex is half insane after the attack, he appears to have an alter ego now, and sometimes it even controls him while he is human. He grew a hate of all living things that weren't like him ,and he has no living relatives or friends since he outlived all of them.
that better?
Name: Alex Gongery
race: lycan
bio: Alex Gongery was an Archeologist before one day he was attacked by a strange dog. He was almost completely dismembered, but then his expedition guide shot the rabid thing with his revolver, scaring the thing away. Alex was taken to the hospital afterwards, and got 1,000 stitches to his arms and legs each. That night while everyone was sleeping, he felt a horrible pain and began having a dream about killing everyone in the room, he woke up in his own bedroom the next day. He soon remembered researching this condition and began learning how to use his powers. He removed all silver from his house, and joined the rumored werewolf mafia in Manhattan to make use of his curse.
notes: Alex is half insane after the attack, he appears to have an alter ego now, and sometimes it even controls him while he is human. He grew a hate of all living things that weren't like him ,and he has no living relatives or friends since he outlived all of them.
that better?