Your Blood In My Veins: A Post Modern Vampire RP

[Lost In The Void]

Institutions are the same for vampires and humans though they're generally segregated from each other to avoid...feedings.

Would imprisoned vampires get blood rations every couple of days or so? Just curious.

Well yeah, don't want them to dry up and die do we?

On that note

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Announcement​

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I will only be taking sheets until 12 am GMT on Sunday. The following characters have been accepted without requiring edits

CounterAttack
Kasurami
SkyeNeko
RBMidknight

I will be PMing those who can make it in with a few edits tomorrow. That will give you the weekend to improve and rewrite. After that auditions will be closed. Lore input on my part will be finished tomorrow night. There are only two sheets left for me to post that I'll be roleplaying as and two entries similar to the rest that have been cropping up in the thread.

LITV

 

[Lost In The Void]

As promised here is one of the sheets I'll be running myself in addition to Jack

Spoiler: The Allure of Vice is Strong

Name: Sarah Morrison

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Species: Husk

Profession: Highschool Student

Appearance: She has a dull blond hair colour with streaks of a crimson red woven into it. She generally has it cut medium length and lets it fall over her shoulders, only pulling it back when required. Generally well dressed, she prefers to wear True Religion jeans and a tight fitted shirt, usually one that draws attention to her bust, unusually developed for a seventeen year old. Her skin is generally unblemished and her eyes sparkle a sapphire blue filled with life. She stands at about five foot six, but you'd be hard pressed to find out her weight. Something she often tries to hide and because of this rarely wears a higher dress or skirt; she has a scar on her leg from an accident earlier in her life.

Personality: If there was one word to describe Sarah, it would be confident. Soaring through school not on talent, but rather the sweet manipulation of those around her to help her through it. She's a sweet talker and knows how to bend people to her will. She utilizes her early age sex appeal to help her with her male classmates. She is not so willing to give up her body to anyone, but the idea of it is usually enough to get others to listen to her. She is cheerful when in public, but in reality remains a skeptic and a cynic. Due to her upbringing and her parent's general attitude to her she is extremely talented at acting, usually using this to avoid discussing the problems she has at home.

Bio: Sarah was born in Toronto during a trip her parents had made. She was 3 week premature, something that ended up costing her parents a little more than expected in hospital bills. Their insurance didn't cover out of country expenses after all.

After she was born and healthy, her parents moved back down to the bustling city of New York to resume work. After Sarah was weaned, her mother went back to work and Sarah was handed over to a Nanny. While Sarah loved the time as a child, as she reached school age and realized her parents weren't even coming to her Kindergarden graduation, she realized that her Nanny wasn't meant to be her friend, but rather a replacement of sorts, money to buy parenting so that they would not need to tolerate her.

Sarah had no trouble making friends at school despite this. Her natural charm and general attractive body made her a haven for the shy boys and the girls who wanted to be friends with 'the pretty girl.' Sarah loved this and was able to put the idea of her parent's neglect out of her head.

Her Nanny resigned when Sarah turned ten, the assumption that she was now old enough to handle herself. It was a cold, depressing moment for Sarah who was now forced to become an adult much too early, balancing a delicate social structure growing in intimacy and complexity. She had friends over often and while her mother and father smiled and pretended to fawn over them, eventually they would both end up given a rushed kiss on the cheek and the children would be left alone for hours on end. While this only increased her popularity as kids realized they would have free reign at her house, Sarah missed having an adult figure to talk to, to confide in.

She tried Marijuana for the first time at the age of fourteen. Her friend had obtained it from her older brother and the two of them snuck behind the bleachers of the gymnasium and smoked the little pot they had. Being the cliche spot for the potheads to smoke at, they were naturally caught and their parents contacted.

Sarah was taken home by her father who screamed at her about the embarassment of what she had done and what would the other parents think and other such adult nonsense outside of a teenagers' train of thought. Her father, distracted by her indifference, took his eyes off the road for only a second. However a second was all it took to blow through a red light and collide with an SUV attempting to make a left turn in the perpindicular lane.

The woman in the driver's seat was unharmed but the back end of the vehicle was completely crushed along with its cargo, her five year old son. He was pronounced dead on scene and Sarah's father was charged with negligance causing death. Sarah had to have fifty stitches up her left leg due to a piece of glass slashing across it. Her father hired the best lawyer could buy. He pleaded guilty for a reduced sentence and after six months he was at home, still working.

Sarah, shaken by the events was disgusted by her father, his utter indifference to what he had done and the little punishment he said suffered did nothing to evoke emotion from him. Her rebellions grew more secretive and greater in scope until she managed to sneak into a club at sixteen with her cousin's ID. At first she just danced, but as she continued to frequent the club she began to drink and mingle with the regulars.

One of the regulars took a shine to her, a slim twenty two year old named Paul. He consistently bought her drinks and flirted with her. It was only a matter of time before things went too far. One day he produced a red power, vampire's blood and coccaine. It was supposed to induce a greater high than coccaine on its own. Paul lied, vampire's blood ingested by any means began the Husk process. Sarah didn't know this until the next day when she awoke next to Paul, the prior night's events a blur in her hungover brain. Stumbling out of bed and pulling her clothes on, she left his house, showered at home, her parents never questioned where she went, easier to not ask and not hear what she was doing.

Halfway through the day, her stomach growled despite eating a large lunch and her throat tightened as if dry. Despite drinking almost a gallon of water her throat refused to loosen. Her phone buzzed startling her. Paul had called her promising to explain everything. He picked her up from the school and while driving to his house, she was filled in on what being a Husk meant. He then smiled proclaiming that she was his forever because he could supply her with what she thirsted for. After luring her back into his house with that promise, he allowed her to drink from a cut he had on his arm. He then grabbed her and pulled her into his bed. They celebrated her seventeenth birthday.

 

[Gamebrother1337]

Just wanted to point this out but I'm getting a Deus Ex HR vibe from this albeit vampires instead of augmentations being the seperating and conflict factors. Just pointing out my thoughts, nothing bad about the rp I was just commenting. I'll have my sheet in before midnight.

 

[Lost In The Void]

His phoned buzzed for the third time that night. The ***** would not let him be no matter how many times he had obviously hit the ignore button she continued to call regardless. She was likely getting thirsty; she always got thirsty this time of the week. He wouldn't cave to her though, she was his thing, not the other way around and he was here to enjoy himself. He rubbed the back of his neck feeling the difference in texture between the skin and fresh ink before putting out his cigarette and walking back into the club.

They were playing some recent pop song that had topped the charts in the last week. Bimbos and bar sluts were on the floor grinding their goods into the first thing that would buy them a drink. Old men in their 40's and 50's sat sipping whiskeys and watched these girls grind up and down a leg as if it were a metal pole and smiled and you could tell they were getting off on the whole thing. He snorted and made his way to the nearest bartender, making sure to avoid looking at the low top she was wearing. The sex appeal here was suffocating, it was if they didn't even make it a challenge anymore, "Double spiced and blood," he said, his voice drowned out by the thumping music and shrieks of pleasure as two of the sluts had started kissing on the floor.

She shook her head, implying she needed him to repeat what he had said and he did so. Her eyes widened and she poured the drink, the viscous blood mixing slowly with the alcohol, "Ten fifty," she said passing the drink over to him. His eyes flashed, bloody drinks were getting more and more expensive every day.

He passed over a ten and a five to her and upon receiving his change he slipped a couple singles into the tip jar. You always tipped but you never tipped enough for them to see you as nothing but income. He settled into the chair and continued to watch the dance floor, sipping at the drink in his hands. Cold blood didn't really do it for him but the clubs had to preserve their amounts somehow. Once he set the empty glass on the table, the bartender walked up to him as if on cue. He waved at the glass letting her know he wanted a refill and this time slid a twenty over, telling her to keep the change. Their eyes met and he smiled baring his canines only slightly.

She brought over the drink and he motioned for her to come closer, "Let me know when you're done work," he said playfully and she nodded meeting his eyes once again as she pulled away. He laughed silently as she walked away. As he had said earlier, they were making it too easy for him now.

 

[CloggedDonkey]

So... sorry to be coming in a bit late, but I made a sheet. Hope you guys like it:

Spoiler: sheet

Name: Adrian Micher

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Species: Vampire

Profession: Programmer

Appearance: Five feet and seven inches tall, blue eyes, short, course reddish-brown hair, some spots of artificial tan dotting his pale white skin, and a slim figure, making Adrian look almost like a withered corpse wearing business casual. He has several faded tattoos on his right arm and a small scar on his chest from a construction accident in his twenties.

Personality: Adrian had, for many years, tried to hide his vampirism through fake tanning, tattoos, and even joining a cult for three years that tried to find the "cure" to vampirism. Now, however, he's mostly come to terms with what he is and is just hoping to find somewhere to settle down, possibly someone to settle there with. He recently took a job as a programmer for a website development firm in New York. He likes to think that he is in control of his vampirism now, and that he might even be on the verge of breaking some of the thirst for blood innate to his species.

When it comes for feeding, Adrian much prefers to buy his blood than feed. It's not that he finds the practice degrading or disgusting, far from it, but it's very hard to find a normal person without a fluid transferred disease in New York, let alone someone willing to be fed on by a vampire. He is still somewhat in denial, though, about his condition. He's blacked out the curtains in his home so that he can move freely through it in the day. He has also starting forcing himself to wake during the day.
Bio: Adrian was born in Boston far before vampires were revealed, and used maybe twenty of those years trying to hide what he was. In the end, though, it just left him several thousand dollars poorer and with several marks that led to few jobs and many odd questions. He's tried to have the tattoos removed and the spray-tan bleached, but they haven't worked very well.

His parents were never a big part of his life, even in childhood, but he mostly kept to himself. During the nights he would mostly wonder and feed off animals and, once he got older, women that would let him. He quickly grew sick of this, however, and instead bought his blood from other vampires.

During one of the Boston Blood Riots Adrian fled to New York to avoid being either killed or arrested. When more riots broke out in New York, he decided to hide out until it blew over. During this time he started doing basic programming on his laptop to pass the time while he hid out in a subway station and discovered that he had a knack for it. After the smoke cleared he applied for a job at William & Sons, a small website development firm that let him work night shifts. He later discovered that most of the night staff was vampires, such as him, and he quickly gained several friends among the crew.

He's recently started to try and act more "human". He's been spending Saturdays awake during the day and has tried drinking less blood on those days. He has also tried to walk in the shade outside of his apartment, but he has rarely gone beyond the door frame and, the one time he did, he only went a yard away before scurrying back to his apartment.

 

[Lost In The Void]

Whats that? You still have 22 hours before auditions close because your GM overdid it over the weekend and fell asleep early and thus didn't do any writing on Sunday? You're darn right that happened. 22 hours to get any sheets in people.

 

[SkyeNeko]

-Is there any way to distinguish a Husk from a Vampire or Human without looking at teeth? Would Vampires be able to tell the difference between species easier?
-Does Husk blood taste better than normal Human blood to a Vampire?
-How much blood does a vampire consume in one sitting, generally, if they eat once a day?

 

[Lost In The Void]

-Is there any way to distinguish a Husk from a Vampire or Human without looking at teeth? Would Vampires be able to tell the difference between species easier?
-Does Husk blood taste better than normal Human blood to a Vampire?
-How much blood does a vampire consume in one sitting, generally, if they eat once a day?

The only way to tell is to ask. They're generally more muscled but no different than someone who works out regularly. So no, you can't really tell the difference; its what allowed vampires to conceal themselves and their 'pets' for so long

No it doesn't taste better. The husk process has never been about making the process better for the vampire, but rather easier. Its easier to get blood if your victim comes to you instead of you having to hunt them down after all.

They consume roughly one liter a day or for you Americans since you love your weird imperial system. .26 US gallons.

 

[Lost In The Void]

The final sheet

Spoiler: Its Easy For A Wolf Amongst the Sheep

Name: James Hamsbridge

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Species: Vampire

Occupation: Night Security

Appearance: He has short brown hair, styled into a presentable yet practical hairstyle that gives him more pride than the rest of his body. Attractive to the female eye and occasionally even the male eye, his face is completely symmetrical save for a slightly crooked nose from an old break. His eyes are amber and haunt those who look into them with passions and vice beyond their experience. He stands at six foot two and weighs close to one hundred and eighty pounds.

When not working he wears a casual attire of a dress shirt and expensive jeans. The shirt is usually left open so he covers his chest with a tight fitting t-shirt that shows off his pectorals and abs. He wears a bone necklace around his neck and has a tattoo on the back of his neck that seems to be a random assortment of numbers.

Personality: A nihilist above all, James believes in the pointlessness of his everyday interactions. An atheist and an aggressive one at that, he does his best to pursue whatever makes him feel better, because in the end what else is worth living for? He is an introvert masking as an extrovert to prowl on the social butterflies of the social world. He is dependent on alcohol and knows it, but simply uses it as an excuse to get out more and to the clubs to pursue new women to sate his other vices.

He is quick to anger but slow to show it. His disgust in humans' cause him discomfort when amongst them, as if they are cattle around him. He occasionally takes one or two to be husks for extended periods of time before disposing of them like trash. He has no empathy for them.

Bio: James was born by a human mother. She was a strange woman in that she desired no companionship with her. She wanted no physical bonding to create life. She wanted a virgin birth, some twisted desire to be the next Virgin Mary. Maybe she thought she was birthing the next Christ if she did this. She instead bore, in her eyes a monster. The father who had donated the seed was a vampire, disguising himself as a human. He ran shortly after the birth, leaving her with a vampire that she did not want nor loved as her own.

She was a good Christian though, she would take good care of the child, she would raise it, keep it clothed. She would not feed him human blood though, he would be raised past his specie's barbaric roots, and she would teach him how to live amongst humans. She almost didn't get that chance as she nearly took him out of the hospital during the day light. Luckily such a crisis was avoided and she waited until nightfall to leave.

He was raised on canine blood drawn from the terrier his mother had. He was weak and fragile, lacking nutrients vital to his growth. His mother ignored this, thinking that it was good he was weak, good that he would never be given the chance to latch onto his mother's throat like she knew he desired to. Why wouldn't he? His monster species was quick to kill; she had read what the Bible said of demons and scum.

When he turned five, he attacked the terrier out of some bestial nature; some urge to survive and take more than he was given. He drained the dog dry and left its empty shell where he had sat down to feast on it. He stood, for the first time, his strength in his legs doubled and walked to his mother. She screamed when she saw the crimson spread over his smiling face and the entrails entangled in his small hands. She locked him in his room without dinner. His wails and cries of confusion echoed through the house the entire night, but his mother was able to block out such cries by reciting bible verses with the local pastor. Only he knew of her son's monstrous nature although he believed that it was simply a demon inside him that made him act as such, afraid of the sun, and a feaster of flesh and blood.

It was determined that an exorcism would be preformed. It was not Church sanctioned but the Priest believed deeply that Christ would take pity on the creature and give his blessing regardless of the Church's position. He placed a silver cross on the child's chest; it burned the child causing him to cry out in pain, the priest knew he was dealing with the presence of a demon. Only demons after all responded to such religious icons in pain. Over the 24 hours of the exorcism he prayed deeply, calling to God to deliver the child, the child twitching and screaming as the cross burned into his chest. His scream for blood not cries of murder but cries of hunger.

There was no demon extracted. The priest was at a loss. It was only then that he believed that perhaps a supernatural being sat amongst them. A sign from God or Satan that there were more than humans amongst them. He excused himself and left the house; for his own sanity and denial, he never returned to the house again.

James's mother saw this as a failure and so she set to the task of extracting the demon herself. Her exorcism would take much longer than 24 hours though. She set him to work day by day, locking him in the room night by night starving him of blood, only setting water and food scraps from her table to feed him. He drank the water; he was so thirsty, but he could not eat the food. It would never stay down. His room stunk of vomit and rotten food as the Beast rose in him once again.

She did this for four days. She saw his degradation as progress; the monster was erupting from her son. Soon he would be free from the chains that bound the demon to him. It was only a matter of time. Until she killed the demon.

It wasn't the demon that died though; it wasn't even the little boy that died. In a fit of strength unbelievable for a child so young, he broke the latch of the door. It was easy enough to find her sleeping; she thought she was safe. He was thirsty and he bit deeply. Her eyes opened with shock and she tried to pry the child off of her neck. The panic in her eyes reminded him of the terrier when he had first ripped into it, he continued to feed, allowing the blood to pour freely from the open wound on her mother's neck.

Soon her arms grew weak, they stopped clawing at the child and she sank to the ground gasping for air that seemed to leave her as fast as it entered her lungs. Her eyes closed slowly, she was just tired; it didn't hurt anymore. And so James was alone.

The screams of his mother had been heard by the neighbours. They called the police and rushed over to check on the family. It was there that they discovered the secrets behind the woman's life. No one in the neighbourhood had even known that she had a child. Now one stood before them crying, the fresh glisten of blood on his lips. They knew his pain, so they took him in. He learned that he was not alone in the world, that there were indeed others.

He was homeschooled until the age of 12 when vampires were revealed to the world. After that it was decided that he would attend public school, he would learn to integrate into the world. The damage caused by his past would not let go so easily and soon he was expelled from the school for attacking the student body. It took three different schools rejecting him before he realized something. In order to run amongst the sheep, he had to disguise himself as one. The wolf who wandered with the sheep feasted well.

It was if a switch was flung on his personality. He was punctual, polite and studied well. He graduated with top marks and moved into security. A job that allotted him some power and kept himself on the low end of the profile. He has worked in security since.

 

[Lost In The Void]

And in case you haven't noticed it is indeed past midnight and submissions are closed. I am hoping to start this thing Tuesday or Wednesday depending on how much writing I get done after work tonight

 

[RBMidknight]

Here's my character.

Spoiler: Breana Sterling

Name:Breana Sterling
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Species: Human (addicted to vampire blood)
Profession: Currently a Human Utilized for Blood Trafficking studying to get her Master's degree in Teaching.

Appearance: Breana stands at five feet five and a half inches tall. She explicitly states the half-inch and has even tried to get it listed on her driver's license. She has medium blonde ('dirty blonde') hair that is normally kept pulled back in a simple, though short, ponytail or braid. When she isn't wearing sunglasses or lightly tinted glasses her green eyes can be seen. Breana considers herself 'in shape'. Her body is toned without the 'ridiculous muscle' displayed by some of the more hardcore members of the gym she attends. She lacks the funds and desire to wear true designer clothing but even when at home Breana likes to wear slacks or jeans with button-up dress shirts. The only jewelry she wears are earrings and the occasional necklace.

Personality: For the past several years Breana has struggled with coming to terms with her blood addiction and assault. Because of this struggle what was once optimism and trust is now caution and disbelief. Aside from her court-appointed therapist, and her employer, Breana isn't very open when talking to people. She considers everyone a stranger upon first meet regardless of title, status, or species. Breana is never the first to offer information, not even her name, unless it's required of her such as during her interview with Max. She likes routine, and predictability. There is a schedule for her academic classes, and a schedule for her gym and kickboxing lessons. While she holds no particular grudge against vampires for her addiction, she does blame alcohol and the 'stupidity of men'. Breana is not very impressed with the current state of the NYPD and sometimes has trouble hiding this fact.

Biography Highlights: As a young and fully human college student Breana's goal was to become a teacher, working with children and visiting her childhood home on every available holiday. A post-graduation trip to New York shattered all of those dreams. Forcibly dosed with human blood after a viscous assault, Breana is now a 'Husk'. A human addicted to vampire blood. Even after five years she still sees her court-appointed therapist, despite having long since passed the 'recommended' number of sessions. She keeps herself busy, taking online courses to slowly work towards a Master's degree in Teaching. But the study lacks the passion and enthusiasm it once had. The courses are funded in part by the money Breana receives from her employer, Maximilian Sorin Hawkesworth. He is the second vampire Breana's been hired by to provide blood to - and receive blood from. Aside from her coursework Breana busies herself with going to the gym three times week and video-conferencing her father who still resides in her Georgia hometown with live-in nurse Maria.

Spoiler: Biography

Early Life

For most of her early life Breana was thought to be the only child of the Sterling family. She was born March 16th, 2003 to human parents in a small town right in the center of Georgia. Breana's father is a Georgia-born-and-raised professor while her mother is a New-York-raised businesswoman. When Breana was seven years old it was discovered, via official donation center paperwork, that she had a half-brother named Robert. Robert is five years older than Breana and lives with his vampire mother in Indiana.

As a young girl Breana spent most of her free time with her father. Her mother worked late hours and was often traveling to attend meetings. This included several week-long transcontinental trips. Breana went through school as an A/B average student, a member of a few intellectual clubs, but with no real involvement in sports other than gym class. During the summertime Breana spent time in the library or helped her father at the university where he taught freshman level Astronomy. When the time came for college Breana was granted several scholarships and had the option to go to some of the 'best business' schools in the country - according to her mother's lengthy voice-mail. Despite her mother's wishes Breana decided to attend a university in California.

She began as an undeclared major, still uncertain of her true path. Her father encouraged her to find something that she really enjoyed. Her mother told her that if she wanted to be successful she should get a business degree. Breana's undeclared major lasted until the summer of her sophomore year when Robert and his wife were planning to attend a couple's cruise (which later turned out to be couple's therapy). They needed someone to watch their son Alan for a few weeks and the child's grandmother was unavailable. Having no summer employment Breana volunteered for the job. She found out that the boy was scheduled to attend summer school because he was having trouble completing assignments. Acting as Alan's tutor Breana assisted her nephew with his schoolwork. She helped him study for tests and gave constructive criticism on his short writing assignments. The boy was much more interested in sports than his work but with his 'coach' - as he called her - he managed to pass all three of his summer classes. After Alan was returned home Breana seriously debated her career options. When junior year began she officially chose English as a major and began working towards a minor in Education. This irritated her mother, who still wanted her to work in the 'business world', but it delighted Breana's father who thought it was a great idea.

Armed with a new set of courses and a career goal, Breana's life proceeded as normal until the winter of 2022. Breana's father suddenly became ill. Her mother was overseas dealing with clients so the hospital chose to call Breana's cell phone when her father was admitted. She took the first flight home, skipping all of her exams and one major project. Ignoring both of her parents' protests Breana canceled her next semester of classes to stay with her father while the hospital went through a battery of tests and possible treatments. The doctor's finally settled on a diagnosis that they were 80% comfortable with. Early onset dementia they called it. It was treatable, but potentially very dangerous and meant that Breana's father would become very weak and require assistance. Breana's mother contributed to the recovery by setting up interviews for a live-in nurse and cutting back a few of her own hours. With the entire family's approval Maria, a middle-aged old mother of three who'd been a nurse for fifteen years, was hired. After making sure her father was settled at home Breana returned to campus and resumed her courses.

Breana graduated with a Bachelor's of Arts degree. Utilizing a laptop, the campus' wireless connection, and a very helpful friend, her father was able to see the ceremony. Her mother attended only long enough to see her daughter graduate. Citing an important business meeting, she left early.

Random Acts of Violence

As a graduation present Breana was gifted a three-week trip to New York. Having never visited the city before, she was allowed to bring along a few friends. Her mother was quite vocal in her hope that the trip would make her daughter lean toward working for her company, Breana's father simply requested that she just 'have fun for a few days' and stop worrying about him so much. Breana promised to try. At her friend's insistence Breana spent the first week going to shops during the day and a different restaurant or club every night. On the first weekend Breana's friends found a private party to go to. Breana had been exploring a bookstore when her friends got invite, so she was unable to attend. This suited her fine as she found a local bar that was across the road from the hotel. She'd never heard of the place but it had been recommended by one of hotel attendants. It had 'the best atmosphere' and was supposedly perfect for tourists. So the man said. Because it was dark, and raining, Breana didn't see the sign indicating that it was a mixed bar, catering to both vampires and humans.

A rather nice looking man offered Breana a drink before she'd even sat down. She declined, but did agree to dance with the man later. She saw no harm in dancing. What she didn't know was that the man was actually a vampire who'd been celebrating with his two recent acquisitions. Husks, both male and both intoxicated. Neither of the men took kindly to their employer's attention being focused on a girl they saw as 'competition'. As a bribe to 'leave their buddy alone' Breana was offered a mixed drink. One made of alcohol, soda, and generously spiked with blood. When Breana refused the offer the two men took it as an insult and challenge. Enraged, they grabbed Breana and forced her to walk outside. She struggled immediately, but one of the men twisted her arm behind her back. Breana fought with such desperation that she tore a muscle in her shoulder. The pain caused her to collapse. Unprepared to deal with the sudden dead weight the man holding her lost his grip. Breana fell forward, hitting her head against the metal door-frame. The combined injuries were enough to make her lose consciousness briefly.

Twenty minutes later a frightened pedestrian called 9-1-1. The E.M.T's called to the location reported that Breana's left shoulder was dislocated and her left wrist was broken as were two of the ribs on her left side. The right side of Breana's ribcage was bruised in multiple places, but uniformly, as though something had struck her with an equal amount of pressure to each blow. Breana's jaw was severely bruised and there was a hairline fracture to her skull. Due to her hand being held close to her body the medical officials almost missed the fractures on two fingers of her right hand.

What was missing from the report was the fact that there were only two fractured fingers because in order to avoid a third Breana agreed to consume the Husks' mixed drink. It was only after this unalterable action, and Breana had passed out a second time, that the husks realized the extent of the damage they'd caused and concluded that Breana was an regular human. Instead of sealing a deal with a lesser Husk they'd dosed an unwilling human. A crime with a very severe punishment. The two husks sobered enough to realize their error and fled. Their employer found two new husks the next day. He assumed the old husks had disappeared because they'd heard about his reputation for 'accidentally' killing his acquisitions during a feeding.

Breana spent a week in the hospital, recovering. It was discovered that her body was no longer pure human and had formed an addiction to vampire blood. A 'husk', one nurse called her after the transformation had been verified. That same nurse then went on to berate her for not informing the hospital, because the blood used for husks is different than that used for a human and 'it's a waste' when 'we are not properly informed'. A heavily medicated Breana became angry and violently protested the 'name-calling'. It wasn't until a flying bedpan dented the metal door that she realized the nurse might be telling the truth. Local police officers visited her room, requesting information and her full identity. Breana told them everything she remembered. Which wasn't much. And wasn't enough to arrest anyone. A brief investigation was made of the bar she'd visited, but there were no leads and the vampire she'd danced with was never found.

Recovery and Restitution

Following her release from the hospital Breana was enrolled in physical therapy. An uninformed assistant told her quite cheerfully that if she hadn't been gifted with vampire blood she may have lost the use of her hand. Breana threw her weight at the man's head and had to be forcibly removed from the room. A new trainer was assigned the next day, after begin given specific instructions to only discuss the patient's training regimen. Slowly Breana regained the mobility she'd lost due to her injuries. Breana was released from the therapy against her doctors' recommendation. They felt that she needed to remain under observation. Breana felt differently. To this day whenever it rains, her wrist seems to ache.

The time Breana spent drifting from one's friend's house to the other is hazy at best in her memory. She has no clear recollection of where she stayed when or who with. But what is very clear is that six weeks after being released from the hospital Breana was arrested for disorderly conduct. She was put into jail after being identified as a husk going through severe withdrawal. Due to protocol Breana was fed vampire blood from a donation-stocked storeroom. The hearing was short though Breana was very coherent during the proceedings. The judge reviewed her history, including the very brief and vague report on her hospitalization. Prompted by a plea change by her court-appointed lawyer, the judge issued an order for psychotherapy and a fine instead of jail with community service. The fine was paid by Breana's mother via wire transfer. Her mother also paid for the first six months of therapy.

With medication and therapy Breana was able to straighten out her life a little. She returned to her physical therapy sessions and began taking part-time jobs. The first few were waitress jobs, then Breana moved to temporary library positions and for a very short time she was a mascot for a restaurant chain. The mascot job was very quickly quit due to the restaurant's questionable business practices. But before turning in her uniform Breana was approached by a human man who offered to sell her vampire blood at a reduced cost. Completely untraceable and completely illegal. But blood was a necessity at that point in Breana's life. After being given two bags as a 'trial run', Breana agreed to become a customer. So in between therapy and her next job she met with her dealer. A shady, greedy man but one who knew he needed to keep his clientele alive in order to keep getting money. The blood he sold was only occasionally 'bad blood'.

It was not the first mistake Breana made as a struggling blood-addicted human, the decision to purchase black-market blood. But it was one of the biggest. The next big mistake she made was agreeing to be the human utilized for blood of a vampire named Charles.Fortunately it wasn't the vampire that was the problem. In fact Charles was responsible for a large percentage of Breana's recovery to what she deemed her 'close-normal'. The problem turned out to be Charles' lawyers and the lack of a former contract between husk and vampire. After a year of slowly accepting and understanding the symbiotic relationship between a human used for blood and a vampire, Breana was rudely but entirely legally remove from the premises. The lawyers claimed that due to her arrest record she was too much of a risk. That and there was another husk available who had already agreed to 'work' for no additional fee other than the blood itself. "It wasn't the money." Charles would later reassure Breana. But in fact, it was. To keep his favored human from going through withdrawal Charles secretly delivered packets of his blood through his limo driver. He also provided her with enough money to pay her rent on a small apartment as he felt responsible for her being removed from his residence. Breana used part of the money to buy a plane ticket home. A two-way ticket.

Present Day

A newspaper ad was all it took. Just a simple black and white paragraph that advertised a need for a human. The initial call lead to an interview, during which Breana was thankful that her disorderly conduct charge had been automatically expunged by the state. She learned that her tentative employer was not only a vampire but a successful writer who published under the pseudonym Gideon S. West. Which was a bit shorter than Maximilian Sorin Hawkesworth, the vampire's true name. After an additional meeting a deal was made, and Breana signed a statement that promised she would not reveal her new employer's identity, something she had no problem doing. She was relieved to read that both parties were required to give advanced notice should the contract ever need to be terminated.

The arrangement worked out better than Breana had planned. A little over three years after signing her name on the dotted line she is living a comfortable life and her academic goals are back on track. She resumed the online courses she'd started while under Charles' care and found a local gym that offered kickboxing classes. Her weekdays are focused around her classes and assignments. On weekends she visits the library or just relaxes in the apartment. At times she helps Max with his latest draft, an exercise Breana found herself enjoying more than her coursework. Though some other residents in the building, and fellow gym-members, have invited Breana to attend social outings and parties she rarely goes to any type of social event.

Once (sometimes twice) a month Breana travels across the city to visit her therapist, Dr. Carol Taggert. Every two weeks Maria sets up the video conferencing equipment in her father's room so that Breana can see her father and get a full report on his health. Breana's mother emails her, occasionally. Most of the emails include a footnote with 'advice' about her current condition. Breana informs her mother of her degree progress but does not share personal information.

 

[Lost In The Void]

[HEADING=1]Characters in the RP[/HEADING]​

RBMidknight
socialtangent
elementsoul
Kasurami
CloggedDonkey
SkyeNeko
CounterAttack


Everyone else is free now that the RP is open to rewrite or create new characters and PM them to me in application, there is no reason that the cast can't expand at any time. Thank you all for your applications and hopefully you follow the RP into its progressive narration.

The Thread for those who are in it, or those who want to follow it, is located right here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.338778-Your-Blood-In-My-Veins]

 

[socialtangent]

Never posted my sheet in this thread, since I PM'd it to Void, so here you guys go.

Spoiler: Elizabeth Briar

Name: Elizabeth Briar (Prefers to be called "Liz")

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Profession: Freelance photographer, part-time homeless shelter volunteer.

Appearance: Liz stands at 5'6", with straight black-dyed hair (kept at medium length), green eyes, fair skin, and an average build. Her natural hair color is dirty blonde, and in order to keep it black she makes bi-monthly trips to her hair stylist. Her typical outfit consists of a flannel or checker patterned button-up shirt (her favorite being a flannel with a black-and-purple color scheme), jeans, and high-top sneakers. Being a photographer, Liz is rarely seen without her camera, which she carries in a grey sling bag.

Personality: Liz is an active and outgoing person. She is also extremely passionate about the causes and beliefs she holds close to her. As a result, she can get quite fired up and excited during discussions and debates. She tries to use this energy for positive social causes, such as the care of homeless and impoverished Vampires and Husks. In that regard, one could call Liz a 'bleeding-heart' activist. She can also be a little naive due to her unabashed activism.

Bio:

Elizabeth Briar was born on February 2, 2005 to Clancy and Melissa Briar in New York City. Clancy was an Afghanistan War veteran who worked as the manager of a restaurant, and Melissa primarily a stay-at-home mother. Liz's early childhood and grade school years went by uneventfully. She was an average student, earning mostly B's and staying out of trouble. From a young age she demonstrated an interest in photography, always fiddling around with her mother's digital camera when she had a chance. Her parents encouraged her hobby, even giving her a camera of her very own for her thirteenth birthday. After a while, Liz became the designated photographer at family gatherings and vacations.

As a Freshman in high school, Liz enrolled in a photography class. She had bargained with the school to allow her to take the class in lieu of the mandatory 'computer literacy' course on the grounds that she had already taken a similar class in middle school and was already familiar with a computer. After a few discussions with her Dean, the school approved, making her the only Freshman in the class. And despite her inexperience, she quickly soared to the top, impressing her instructor and earning the ire of some of the older classmates. In her Sophomore year, she enrolled in the advanced follow-up course as her elective.

It was during this time that Liz became friends with a group of older students. Among them was a community college student named Sean, who she quickly developed a crush for. His handsome looks, great sense of humor, and disarming smile won her over in no time at all. Due to their conflicting schedules, they would usually hang out in the evening, after Sean got out of his night classes. In their many nighttime discussions, he suggested to Liz that she try out for the Journalism course at her high school. "You're a great photographer," he had told her. "Why not give Journalism a shot? They could use someone like you, I'm sure." Although reluctant, she eventually agreed and signed up for the class for the next school year.

Junior year came, and the world was about to change. The European Union released findings suggesting the existence of an entirely new species of human. Vampires. Not very long after that shocking announcement, the so-called "Elders" revealed their presence to the world. With that, the masquerade had ended. And it was then that Sean confessed to Liz that he was, in fact, a Vampire. After getting over the initial shock, Liz told Sean that she still loved him, and that this would not change their relationship. In fact, she used this earth-shattering story to hone her journalistic skills. Her photographs were used in the school newspaper's story covering the reveal.

As a gesture of good faith, Sean's family, in addition to several other families revealed their status as Vampires to the community. It was their hope that a policy of openness would help foster positive relations. When Liz's parents heard the news, they went absolutely ballistic. There was no way in hell they were going to allow their only daughter to be involved with a subhuman 'freak'. They severed all ties with Sean and his family, and put Liz on lockdown. They would not allow her to see Sean ever again, and even went as far as rubbing garlic into the laundry to ensure it. Her father personally took her to and from school to prevent her from sneaking off and severely restricted her cell phone plan and Internet access to curb any communication. Stuck in her room with no way to contact Sean, Liz spent her time moping in her room.

The Blood Riots broke out a few days later. Clusters of Vampires, no longer bound by secrecy, gave in to the Beast and wrecked havoc throughout New York City. It was the only time that Liz saw her father pull his rifle from out of the closet. "If something tries to get in, I shoot it," he had told her while cleaning the firearm. Liz and her mother spent the evenings cowering in the living room and watching live news coverage of the rioting, while her father kept constant watch, rifle in hand. Things went from bad to worse when the military was forced to intervene. The sounds of gunfire and screams ensured that nobody would sleep.

During a daytime report of the riot and its damages, the camera lingered on a pile of Vampire casualties just long enough to see the unmistakable image of Sean dead, with a bullet hole in his skull. Absolutely heartbroken and angry, Liz stormed into her room and spent the next day and a half crying, cursing the Army for killing her boyfriend and the Vampires for starting the riots in the first place. But in her eyes, there had to be a different way the Army could have responded to the crisis. Some way that didn't leave so many people dead and injured.

She spent at least two months grieving the loss of Sean before doubling her efforts in photography and journalism in an attempt to occupy herself. Over the course of her Junior and Senior years, she reported the plight of the Vampires and newly formed Husks rendered homeless by the Riots in the school newspaper and her personal blog. A few of her photos depicting the cleanup effort got attention from a few magazines and newspapers, who paid her a decent sum in royalties to use them. It encouraged her to further pursue photography and journalism in college, as well as political activism.

In college she joined a club of pro-Vampire activists who sought out the equal and ethical treatment of Vampires and Husks. In her second year, some of the first Vampire/Husk homeless shelters began to emerge and needed volunteers to get them running. Liz signed up in a heartbeat. She spent as much of her free time as she could assisting in the running of the shelter and the care of the residents. At the end of the Spring semester that year, she left with an Associate's Degree in Photography. She got her name out as a freelance photographer to earn money when she wasn't working at the shelter. At the age of 20, she moved out into an apartment near the Vampire district (rates were unsurprisingly cheaper in the area).

Today, Liz still volunteers time at the shelter and raises awareness for nonhuman rights. Recently she has been getting signatures for a petition to Congress against the proposed bill that would create a national registry for Husks. Working feverishly on the Internet and on the street, she has been trying to raise awareness for the grave infringement of Husk rights that would ensue as a result of the bill.

 

[elementsoul]

Spoiler: Nathanael Leavell

Name: Nathanael Leavell

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Profession: Floor manager at a cargo warehouse at the John F. Kennedy International Airport. Specifically his job is to receive the imported cargo that has been cleared by Customs, and store it until the transportation from the importers arrives.

Appearance: Nathanael has hazel eyes and dark brown hair. His hair is a few inches long, normally combed, and parted to the right of his face. His eyes are a bit wider apart than normal with a slight slant to the outside. He has relatively thick, curved, brown eyebrows that are a bit higher than average. A straight, chiseled nose protrudes from his face. A square jaw and chin contain a set of full lips and round cheeks. His face is always clean shaven for work appearances. His facial appearance is often described as attractive but not overly attractive by others. Like a lot of people who are told this, he doesn?t believe them and feels that he is less attractive than he is.

Standing at 5?11? and weighing 165 pounds, Nathanael has a lightly muscled looking body with broad shoulders. He normally wears jeans with a long sleeve shirt covered by a zip up hoodie. On heavily snowing or extremely cold days, he sports a black, insulated winter coat. He always wears a black Rangers toque and a thin set of fingered gloves during the winter and fall seasons. This time of the year he is also always wearing his water proof, steel toed, work boots. At work his attire is a pair of durable, black pants, a white button up dress shirt, a thin, red coat, a blue hard hat, and his previously listed boots.

Personality: Playing in recreational flag football and softball leagues, and always being the first to say sure to a night out; calling Nathanael outgoing could almost be an understatement. He matches this outgoing time spending with a relaxed and cheerful personality. He?s never the one to let a bad day or a strike out at the bar ruin his time. He?s always good for a joke and doesn?t take any comments too seriously. Because of this having a lot of friends came almost natural to Nathanael.

The thing is that?s a mask. In reality Nathanael is cold and calculated but hates to be alone all of the time. His normal personality is normally viewed as unpersonable or hostile. This is why he wears the previously described mask. The feeling of being alone is considerably so much worse in his mind, that he?s willing to hide his true self in order to avoid the feeling. The only time that he allows this personality to come forward is when working. It?s almost required to be able make cool, calm decisions when you are constantly dealing with delayed flight times, varying Customs inspection times, and late pickup and delivery drivers.

Overlapping in both sides of his personality is an underlining paranoia. Nathanael doesn?t directly trust vampires unless he has known them for a while and can be assured that they feed with regularity. The fact that they could become raging blood lusting beasts was always something that didn?t sit well inside of him. He sees this as the reason why this paranoia continues to exist. A clear lack of comfort can be felt and seen when Nathanael meets or has to deal with a vampire.

Bio: Nathanael was born and raised in the Queens area of New York City. His father worked as an insurance claim specialist, and his mother was a book keeper for a few small companies. They often worked long hours laving Nathanael and his older brother, Dominic, home alone for hours on end. Dominic often ignored Nathanael as they were growing up, until the occasions that he needed him.

Upon starting school Nathanael didn?t have any friends. He had awkward social skills since there weren?t any other children his age in his neighborhood and soon learned that his cold attitude didn?t help him make any at school. Instead he had to learn to adapt by becoming a follower. He didn?t state his own ideas or opinions but just mimicked the ones of those around him. He feigned cheeriness and happiness and since people love people who share their ideas and opinions he soon gained friends.

As his life progressed, the mask he chose took form to his face and soon that?s all people knew him as. Leading a normal life he joined the Football and Baseball teams in high school and got average grades. When he graduated high school the cost of college was too great and his grades weren?t good enough to get him a scholarship. His only option left was to find a job and start working. After looking for a while he finally managed to secure a union job working at the John F. Kennedy Airport. After saving up enough money he moved to an apartment in the Springfield Gardens district, right beside the airport.

Soon after his twenty-first birthday Nathanael had gotten a girl pregnant after a one night stand. Knowing that he wouldn?t be able to keep up his mask spending all of his time with the woman and the child that would soon become his daughter, Nathanael chose not to father the child and settled on a set amount of child support per month. Although that event had smoothed out something much worse was on the horizon. There was no way he could have known, but Nathanael?s apartment was right outside of a district heavily populated by vampires.

When the first Blood Riots started, Nathanael was locked inside his apartment. He barricaded the door and windows, after it spilled out of the commercial areas and into the areas surrounding the vampire districts. He didn?t dare leave for several days. The screams of the people who the vampires got to, was driven into him during his isolation. Contempt for vampires grew as he waited, trapped alone with himself. After the army was sent in, Nathanael had learned his brother was killed during the riots. Although he didn?t have any affection for Dominic, the fact that he was still family cut through into him.

After the riots ended Nathanael hid the effects of what happened as best as he could. Still the paranoia festered for a while, but he calmed it after getting a custom silver bladed pocket knife; identical to the ones used at his work to open boxes. With this he was able to keep his image moving forward.

The most testing time came when he was offered a promotion. The catch was that it was to the night shift with the promise of being transferred once a slot opened on the day shift. It took a year before the next slot opened. Every day in that year was a struggle since the night shift was almost completely made of vampires, save for a few husks and normal humans. The time was good for him though, as he was able to trust and accept the vampires he knew for a while near the end. That promised transfer lead him into the position that he is in now and his life has lacked any major changes since.

 

[Berenzen]

Spoiler: Taralyn Schaeter

Name: Taralyn Schaeter

Age: 22

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Profession: Professional swimmer/ Bar tender

Appearance: Taralyn is 5'7" and 135 pounds. She has medium-long brown hair kept back in a pony tail. She is lean, yet has definite muscles from her swimming. She has a thin face, with a larger nose and sharp angular eyebrows over amber hooded eyes.

Personality: Taralyn is very social, being able to chat up anyone without apprehension. She is cynical, mostly from her work as a bartender. Taralyn is very driven, yet is fairly disorganized, sometimes leaving her apartment in a mess until she can't live in it anymore, where she will then tidy it up. She has a good sense of humour, yet cannot tell a good joke to save her life. She has a slight prejudice against vampires due to her upbringing, though she tries to control it and treat them normally. She has very little modesty, competitive swimming doesn't really give much room for imagination and modesty isn't exactly a good trait.

Biography: Taralyn Ruth Schaeter was born in New York on February 14, 2008 to a businessman father and a stay at home mother. When she went to school, she got above average grades, though they were not outstanding. She was enrolled in swimming lessons at an early age and found that she excelled at it. When she was eleven, she joined a summer swim club, and started to swim competitively. By the time she was thirteen she was excelling in the strokes, particularly in backstroke and butterfly. She continued to swim in a summer club until she was 14, where she then joined a more competitive winter club. She started excelling in her age group, particularly in the individual medley and the backstroke events. She managed to attain 3rd in the 200 meter backstroke at the 2029 World Championships and managed to get sponsorships. She is slated to participate in the 2032 Olympic Games representing the United States.

The Blood Riots did not affect Taralyn all that much, like the rest of the country, she lived with tension, but she didn't lose anybody to the Riots. Because of the fact that she grew up in the decade of the Riots, and lack of exposure to them, she grew up with a basic distrust of them, because they were strange beings that she didn't understand. This was enforced by her father, who was highly prejudiced against them. When she moved out, she met more vampires and came to the realization that they're basically human, there are some that are good and some that are bad. Last year, her father was arrested for the murder of 4 Vampires by exposing them to sunlight. That was the real nail in the coffin, that was the point that she truly learned that all people have the capacity to be good and evil.

During school, Taralyn did above average, yet not excellently, getting B and B+ at best. She was a part of the high school swim team and track team. She was recognized as an athlete and a bit of a rising star and as a result was informally inducted into the 'popular' crowd, though she preferred to hang out with her friends that were not considered part of that crowd.

Taralyn moved out when she was 18, getting a full-time job as a bartender/waitress at a local pub. At her job, she serves both vampires and humans, some of which are regulars. She has been propositioned more than once to become a Husk, and has vehemently turned them down. She works nights, typically from 6-3 every night, as well as swimming for 2 hours before and after work. As a result, she spends very little time at home except for sleep.

Posting up my character sheet for all to see.

 

[Baldrek]

Since I haven't posted my sheet here yet, here it is.

Spoiler: Aleksander N. Jakobsen

Name: Aleksander Norton Jakobsen

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Profession: Paramedic and American Red Cross Volunteer

Appearance: Stands about 6'1" feet tall and weighs approximately 170 lbs. He's quite slim, but has worked up some muscle to better handle his work. His skin is a pale white due to his heritage but also because he's fond of working night-shifts, his hair is blond and his eyes are a murky blue. When on duty he's dressed in a navy blue uniform with "FDNY Paramedic" in white letters on the back, and when off duty he's usually dressed in denim jeans with a button up shirt and a blazer.

Personality: Aleksander can usually be described as a caring and patient individual, after all, you almost have to be to get into his line of work. He cares little for himself if it means that he can aid someone else, and can probably be described as an alturist due to it, however, he simply believes that sacrificing oneself to improve society is everyone's benefit in the long run.

He's an atheist at heart, having long since discarded the idea of a higher power, yet he still adheres to a strict set of rules based on ethics and morality, even though they can be bended a little in extreme situations. Also, he doesn't drink or smoke, seeing it as counter productive and negative for his health.

Bio: Born to two normal human parents in 2001 Alksander had what can be called a normal upbringing. His parents were both atheists and didn't want religion to affect their child until he was old enough to choose for himself, and as such he was never baptised or taken to any kind of religious instituions, much against the wishes of his grandmother. He passed through school with above average grades and at least some athletic ability, and decided to pursue an associate degree in emergency medicine and volunteer at the Red Cross when the time came to go to community college, still very much unaware of the vampires that lived alongside them all. That, of course, changed while he was in college, the reveal happened during his second year and it seemed like despite a bit of intial scepticim the two species would get along. Until the first blood riot that was...

Aleksander still remembered the first riot with gruesome detail, the EMS's had mobilized what they could get their hands on, and even students were asked to help with what they could. The wounded and dead were piling up, people clutching their throats and crying out for help with their clothes soaked in red, or people with lifeless eyes lying in the street, completely drained of lifeblood. The riot temporarily affected his view on the vampires, only beasts could possibly commit such crimes, such atrocities.

The riot eventually subsided and vampires quickly integrated, well, they were already integrated really, and things seemed calmer. People were being taught about vampires and the beast, and Aleksander finally got to see what was behind the blood riots, 'the beast' they called it, a fitting name. His attitude towards vampires softened, they did show that they could co-exist peacefully, and had done so for longer than he had been alive, so who was he to judge an entire species based on the actions of a minority?

Once he graduated from college, Aleksander went on to become employed at the New York Fire Department Bureau of EMS, one of the EMS providers that covered the city of New York. Here he was assigned to an ambulance team in the EMS division for the city's blood district, and received further schooling in the treatment of Vampires and Husks. During this same time he became a first aid instructor for the American Red Cross, and as his duties as a voulenteer usually kept him busy during the mornings he came to ask for more and more night shifts on his job.

Up until now Aleksander has participated as either a paramedic or a volunteer in NYC, experiencing the following blood riots up close and personal, treating humans, husks and vampires equally. He still has a slight twinge of suspicion for vampires due to his initial contact with those possessed by the beast, but treats them as well as any other who requires his services.

 

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