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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:08 pm
Insania Desperationis
Works of Desperation
A Remake of my First Roleplay.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:35 pm
Story
The end-times had come. Unexpected, in the middle of the night a war began. It is said that mankind had began a war with the messengers of the gods, that angels descended from the heavens, and demons crawled up from the bowels of hell. Hundreds of thousands died the first night. Faced with beings they had never encountered. Weapons that they couldn't understand.
Mankind managed to band together and fight off the enemy, but were struck with a what they believed was biological warfare. Some sort of sickness that made people loose their minds and murder ruthlessly. Humanity, already suffering a major loss, attempted to seal itself away from the ravages of the plague.
They created a dome of concrete and steel around several of the cities, thinking that it could keep the sickness from the people inside. Much to their dismay, this was nothing they had encountered before. It was not a virus, but a curse. It was not something that could be blocked by a wall, it was destined to infect absolutely everyone. Twisting human bodies, creating monsters. Abominations from the nightmares of man.
This story takes place in Seattle. The sprawling city encased in a giant dome, making it forever night. The city is in civil war, three factions of men, after dealing with the curse the men learned how it didn't weaken them, but empowered them. There were the Divinities, a cult-like gang of men who embrace their lack of sanity and enjoy the massive killing they get to unleash on those who disagree with their Malefactor. The Common, people wracked with the curse, yet still believing in the moral good. they battle the Divinities with the best of their abilities. Then there are The Walkers, people who have managed to avoid being affected by the curse, either because they have been lucky, or because they were immune.
Chaos reigns supreme in the city of eternal night. A war for domination has begun. The battle for life, out of desperation.
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:47 pm
The Curse
The curse that affected mankind twists them into creatures of horror from mythology. Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies, creatures of destruction and horror.
Lycanthropy
In this rp, if you have the curse of Lycanthropy, then you can only become a Human-wolf Hybrid during the full moon. You loose control over yourself, and just remember the horrible things you do. On other nights, you can become a normal wolf, with control, but still more animal urges. It does not make you immortal. Though you do heal faster than normal. When you are a wolf, silver will kill you if it gets into you deep enough. Though normal things, like being beheaded or getting stabbed in the heart will kill you to. You are still living, not undead.
Vampires
Vampirism. I am a rather large fan of vampires. But! I hate twilight so god damn much that if I saw Stephanie Meyer I would fill her womb with wasps....
I am a fan of mythology, vampirism from around the world. I am going to set rules for vampires below, but If you wish to pursue a different kind of vampire such as the Vrykolakas, Nosferatu, Aswang or Kudlak, or whatever, then talk to me and we can work it out.
Rules
What Kills Vampires
Sunlight
Having the heart removed
Decapitation and filling the mouth with garlic
Fire
Certain Magics
What Fends off vampires
Garlic
Hawthorn
Symbols of Faith (only if the person holding it is faithful that it will protect them. religion doesn't matter)
Certain magics
Vampire's Potential Abilities
Controlling creatures of the night (including werewolves)
Increased strength and speed
Flight
Hypnotic powers
illusionary powers
Mindreading powers.
Shapeshifting
ect.
Vampires grow more bestial the less blood they drink. Just as we hunger, so do they. Vampires cannot mate, they are dead, a baby cannot grow in a dead womb. When the sun comes up, vampires become comatose. They only awaken if touched, and their bodies will try to kill whoever touched them, the mind still comatose. The curse of a vampire is a curse. One must forsake their human lives. If you have a problem with drinking blood that is too bad. If you don't drink blood in the long run you will end up killing more people than saving, because you will lose control. You are a predator. Simple as that.
Zombies
You are a mindless brain eating zombie! high five.
Others
Talk to me about it.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:56 pm
The Insanity
The curse will give its victim extra powers fueled from insanity that plagues them.
Examples:
Fetishism:If before the curse, your character was addicted to perverse acts, then with the power of the curse, you can make others desire you uncontrollably.
Schizophrenia: If you had massive hallucinations, you can somewhat bend reality to your will.
Megalomania- If you were overly prideful in before the curse, the curse will play into your pride, and suddenly you might live up to your over-exaggerations.
Ect.. Though you still suffer from the bad sides as well!!!
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:06 pm
The Gangs
The Divinities
Despite their name, these are the foulest heartless beings in Seattle. They kill without care and are fueled by insanity. There leader is deemed the Malefactor, named after the founder of the gang. They are Barbaric in actions but tend to be very intelligent even though they are crazy.
Main Headquarters:
The Glory of Paradise : A nightclub.
The Malefactor razz araCite
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The Common
Those who battled the Divinities. They stand for good and believe in justice. They think of the curse as an affliction rather than a power. They want to bring peace to the world. Stop the murders and find a cure for the curse.The leader is known as the Liege.
The Liege-
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The Walkers
This is a loose group ranging from many types of people. They are the humans against the cursed. They don't care if the cursed are good or bad morally. Those with the curse are considered evil and must be exterminated. They take more kindly to the Common than to the Divinities. They are mostly all human, except for the people they take as slaves.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 11:21 pm
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 11:22 pm
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 11:23 pm
Her body convulsed violently as her blood gushed into Malefactor ParaCite’s gaping maw. He slid a long metal claw up under her ribs and into her heart, the blood flow ceased as the muscle stopped pumping and her spasms grew in intensity. He tore the flesh from her neck as he pulled away and tossed her body off to the side, leaving a red streak across the plexiglass floor. The lights from the video screens that illuminated the floor was blackened by her spilled lifejuices. The current song was reaching a climax, the dancers in the floor above screamed in excitement. The Glory of Paradise was the greatest nightclub of Seattle. Raves happened all day and night all the time. ParaCite glanced around the room, His throne room. There were moans from about the room as his vampire slaves drained each other of their blood, a cycle of exchanging fluids that was better than what sex was when they were still alive. ParaCite didn’t miss the sex, it was nothing to the ingestion of blood. He often considered simply removing the unused organ and throwing it into the face of one of the Common bastards.
He sat on a throne that has been passed down through the Malefactors for years. It was made out of bones from the people who denied the holy power of the Divinities. He had played the major part of the newest addition, adding spikes all around the back out of human ribcages. Only strong opponents had the honor to decorate the throne. The throne represented the power of what he controlled. It also reminded him of his responsibilities. His purpose was to take over all of Seattle, or die. He was a vampire, he considered that a blessing.
His attention fell to the monitors beneath the plexiglass floor. Flashes of color, psychedelic dances, his heightened senses making it even more beautiful. He drug a claw across his naked blood-splattered chest, his fangs extending as a gash opened up his flesh. The burning agony, the ecstasy of the pain. It was such a personal feeling, powerful, pain and pleasure went hand in hand. The gash almost immediately started healing itself up. He needed something more permanent, that was the downside of vampirism, he could leave no scars on himself, so his masochist side was left unsated. The sadism side had to do. He had to inflict pain. He needed to make someone beg for it to stop.
He rose, eyes from the darkness around his room all fell upon him. These creatures were his followers. They would stalk after him, defending him. He smiled. Though it was their duty to go and die for him, he knew that some of them probably had aspirations to sit in his throne. To gain the title of Malefactor. ParaCite couldn’t allow that, he had to remain unpredictable. He had couldn’t let them feel comfortable around him. They were crazy, every single one of them. That is why they were his. He had power over them. Especially the women. The women were all in love with him. He was an attractive man to be sure. Long black hair, dark piercing eyes, a muscular tall build. He had a very strong air of danger and power about him, which was also attractive to some women. He knew that it was more than that though. He knew that power came from the mind when came to the curse. His obsession was sex, and fetish, now it came back to him. Women loved him, they wanted to be with him. Even some men wanted to. He had a level of dominance over them.
He was sure that there were some of them who had ambitions greater than their sex drive. So, he had to be crazy. They needed to fear him. He charged out of the room with all his unholy speed. They followed, but were not as fast as him. He came to the floor above and watched the people dance to the glorious psytrance music flowing out from the countless speakers. The flashing lights, the fog machines, men and women twirling lights and fire. The entire room was packed full of people. Sweaty, gorgeous, delicious people.
ParaCite was tempted to just sit and watch. To enjoy the sights, but he decided that he had to keep on with his mission. He had to do something that meant something. He had to inflict pain. He weaved his way through the crowd and out through the front doors, then dashed down the streets, looking for something entertaining.
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:37 pm
The man was struggling in the chair but it was no use, the ropes were too tight. Lucrezia watched him like a cat watches a fly; the ropes were grinding against his skin as he tried to free himself. The man had tried to yell but she had made sure that he wouldn't do it again, he had to be punished.
With on swift movement she was in front of him, kissing him and drinking the blood that spewed forth from where his tongue had been. Despite his pain and terror, he began to kiss back, none could resist her for long.
Lucrezia pulled back and caressed his face, and then slapped him "You don't get to kiss me," she said in a sweet voice "You haven't earned that right." She had slapped him a little too hard though, because there was an uncomfortable crack and he slumped in his seat. Lucrezia sighed "I really should learn to control my strength," she said.
Lucrezia could feel a faint heart beat coming from the man and she didn't like to waste anything; so she sank her fangs into his neck until his heart came to a full stop.
Lucrezia stood and wiped her mouth, she was already detached from the situation, she would not remember this, it was just another victim. She left the tiny run down house she had found him in and walked down the street.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:16 pm
ParaCite crouched in a windowsill overlooking a dark alleyway. He sat with complete absence of motion. Patience was one of his greatest virtues. Time was not of consideration to him, he sat and watched the weak creatures toiling about below him. He could almost hear the blood pumping through their veins, he smelled the sweat of their bodies. Their organic fleshy bodies. The desire to simply fall upon them and slaughter them in a rain of blood and organs was almost overpowering. Yet he was curious as in to what they were up to. He didn’t think that they were Walkers, but they had garlic In their pockets, and hawthorn stakes. So even though he didn’t think they would have any backup, if he wasn’t vicious, if he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t live to see another night.
He watched as one of the women in the group of five went to their van. ParaCite almost burst out with laughter when he saw what she was retrieving. Ashes. An urn full of vampire ashes. They were going to make the attempt to use magic against vampires. The fools didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. He considered only for a second letting them go on with their little ritual and see just how much trouble it could bring to them. Then he decided that he would in fact kill them. Simply out of the principal that they were showing ill will to his kind.
He dropped several stories in an insant and hand the woman in his hands. She was a cute little redheaded thing. Young, soft, beautiful. He felt a smile creep across his face, The fear in her eyes was beautiful, and he wondered what her blood would taste like. But he knew better. He knew patience. His dark gaze met her fearful eyes. She was beautiful, but her will was weak. She melted in his arms as he exerted his will over her. She was his slave, his ability gained from being a freak in life. She wanted him, she needed him. ParaCite told her that she can have what she desires if she kills her friends. She set down the urn and walked towards them.
ParaCite watched her walking towards where her friends were gathered, swaying her cute little hips seductively. ParaCite wanted to laugh at the notion. He felt himself smile as there was suddenly a scream. The girl slammed a hawthorn stake into the chest of one of the men, and took his knife. Another man rushed to her screaming at her, she stuck him in the gut with the knife. The last man of the group wasted no time and pulled out a gun and shot her in the chest. ParaCite knew then that the game was over. Blood had been spilt, hungry creatures of the night would soon be arriving to feast. The Malefactor charged, his katana in hand in a second. There was a flash as the blade traced a red line through the body of the surviving man. There was a scream as the man fell into two halves. ParaCite rushed to the living women and drove his gauntleted fist through her ribcage. Bursting her heart out through the back of her chest. The woman cried out in in shock and died.
ParaCite went the pretty little redhead and lifted her head. She was still alive but dying fast. Tears ran down the side of her face, her mascara leaving black trails. Her breathing was labored, the bullet had punctured her lung. The Malefactor smiled and his fangs extended. He lurched forward and sank his teeth into the flesh of her soft neck. Pleasure shot through him as her sweet coppery blood gushed into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around him as he drained her off all of her fluids. Until finally, her body went limp. ParaCite stood and looked at the blood drained corpse. Then stomped her skull into the concrete. Damn mortals.
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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