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you don't have to pm me about joining, but you may... if you want to join, post or pm your character in this format if it's an original character:

gaia name:
name:
nickname:
race: (human, vampire, demon, werewolf)
age:
rank: (slayer, vampire, wizard, whatever)
appearance: (picture please!)
height:
gender:
sexuality:
job: (student, ex-student...LA is pretty much in ruins from all the battling going on, pick something appropriate)
bio:

if you're using a character from the list up top, you don't have to use a template. just say that you'll be playing them.

gaia name:HephaestusOS
name: Amelia Renee Gordon
nickname: Amy
race: Human
age: 17
rank:...slayer?
appearance:

height:5'7"
gender: female
sexuality: straight
job: student at L.A. High
bio:
Amy was born in New York City, under the protection of and evil sect of demon worshipers. Her mother was fed to the demon right after she was born. ew. Amy was raised on the streets of new york by the demons, not realizing how...evil... they were. at the age of twelve, she witnessed them sacrificing twenty babies at once, and decided it was high time to go someplace else. She found her way to a nearby school, randomly walking into a classroom. Realizing she had no real home, the teacher helped her get into foster care. She and the teacher became good friends. At the age of 15, a demon passed through on its way to the Sunnydale hellmouth, killed the teacher, and ate her for lunch with ranch dressing and a side of fries. double ew. She ditched her family in new york and tracked the demon to sunnydale, where she enrolled at the local high school.
She is a slayer, but has no idea what a slayer is. Another odd attribute is that she doesn't have slayer dreams because she doesn't dream... a side affect of the ritual involving her mothers death...

gaia name: BuffyAnneSummers715
name: Buffy
nickname: Buff Buffster B
race: (human, vampire, demon, werewolf) human
age: 22
rank: (slayer, vampire, wizard, whatever) slayer
appearance: (picture please!)
height: 5'1''
gender: female
sexuality: straight
job: (student, ex-student...LA is pretty much in ruins from all the battling going on, pick something appropriate) --slayer
bio: Buffy Summers has changed the world with the help of her best friends the Scoobies! Slayers from all around the world have been chosen to share in the power she possessed alone for so long. Now Buffy must fight the forces of evil with the help of her friends and thousands of new girls each one possessing the power of the slayer. Buffy herself must learn to wield her power and learn about the origins of her power for not only herself but for all the new slayers. Buffy has alot of work ahead of her as well as balancing a sister friends and the love a not one but two vampires. Buffy has to deal with it all and still slay the forces of darkness.

Amy shoved the little key into the lock on the door, twisted it, and turned the knob. The door stuck in the frame a bit, so Amy ran her shoulder into it and it swung open. Entering the small apartment, Amy threw her keys on the counter and relaxed on her bed. It wasn't very roomy, but it was all she needed. A bed, a dresser, a bathroom, and a tiny kitchen pertaining of a stove, a microwave, and a refrigerator. It was really cheap, and Amy couldn't see why. Sure it was small, but the quality was pretty good. It was clean when she'd moved in, it had come with all of the furniture, and there were no unruly neighbors. But there was one that often came and went in the night. Amy hadn't ever seen him in person, but she could identify him leaving his apartment by the squeaky door and creaky stairs.
Amy sighed as she lay on her bed, wondering what to do with the rest of her day. She figured she could buy some supplies. She hadn't really brought any weapons with her, just a stake. And even though that killed quite a number of things, she figured it would be nice to have a better variety. Holy water was always a nice thing, too. She jumped from the bed and left the apartment, heading towards a shop that she'd seen while wandering around over the weekend.
The day was hot and sunny, just as most days in L.A. were, but Amy was fine with it. It was nearing winter and around this time in New York, she'd be getting out some warmer clothes. Here, she just wore less covering clothing all year round.
She rounded the corner and found the shop. It was nestled at the end of a dark alley between two very tall buildings. She entered and looked around, marveling at the wondrous weapons available to her.
A man stood at the counter paying for something and the clerk seemed rather agitated. Amy moved to see that the item in question was a fairly intricate dagger. The man pulled the money from his wallet and returned it to his back pocket. Amy smiled and the two men said their goodbyes and the buyer began to leave. As he started towards the door, she got a good look at his face. He had dark hair and eyes, with an unshaven face and glasses. Across his neck was a long scar, as though he'd seen the worse of a few battles. Maybe that was why he was buying the dagger. Amy mentally shrugged as he left, then began browsing.
She eventually picked out two small knives and a katana, with a sheath for each one. She stayed in the shop for a moment, fastening the knives around her legs under her pants, making them unnoticeable until the right time. As for the katana, she bought an entire cylindrical case for it, inconspicuously strapping it across her back. She payed for them and smiled at the clerk, then left the shop. On her way back home, she spotted the same man that was in the shop, waiting just around the opposite corner. What was he doing there.
Amy shrugged off the notion that he was trying to kill her and continued home.

((for now, most characters that aren't actually being played by a specific person can be puppeted around. that goes for everyone that doesn't have a "- played by..." sign next to their name.))

Wesley left the shop, glancing at the girl that had just entered. She seemed odd, as though she had a sense of strength about her. In his lifetime, Wesley had only met two girls that had given him this feeling. And after what Willow Rosenburg had done in Sunnydale almost a year ago, Wesley wouldn't be very surprised to see another around. Actually, he was surprised that he hadn't seen very many. And he would know if one were. After all, he had been a Watcher.
But just to be sure, he waited just around the corner for her to finish in the shop. She left with a large cylindrical case, presumably containing a sword of some sort. She looked both ways before turning right, practically surveying the crowd. She'd seen him, but hadn't seemed all that worried about it. But Wesley now had his answer. He was sure that this girl was what he'd thought she was.
She was a slayer.
He pulled out his cellphone and dialed the Hyperion Hotel. They'd moved back in after the Wolfram & Hart offices had been decimated by an attack. Since then, they'd pretty much returned to their usual habits and antics before Lilah had even made the request. Wesley sighed in remembrance of the now-dead woman, then snapped back into the moment as somebody picked up the phone.
"Wesley," came the female voice on the other side. It was such a familiar voice, yet it didn't always bring much comfort. She'd always been something to him, but for the past year and a half, she'd changed drastically. It almost hurt that the being now inhabiting her body still had the same voice.
"I see you've learned to use the phone Illyria," he said.
"The fowl contraption's workings have eluded me long enough," she replied. "I decided that I must learn of this important device before a time comes when it is crucial that I know how to use it."
"I'm glad of that."
"Unfortunately, it still brings and awkward feeling to me when I use it."
"I'm sure."
"It feels strange to have a slab of plastic pressed against my cheek."
"I didn't really consider that."
"And though it is nice that you are listening to my complaints, I'm sure that you have not called to hear my problems with this contraption."
"No," Wesley said. "I've found a slayer."
"A slayer? I will call for Angel. He requires this information, not me."
"No," Wesley protested. "I'm going to talk to her and there's not really anything he can do to help. I just thought you should all know that there's another one in town."
"I shall make him aware of the situation as soon as he emerges from the porcelain stall." Wesley nodded. Illyria had strange names for the appliances that people used every day.
"I'll see if I can bring her to the Hotel by tonight."
"I am awaiting your arrival," she replied. Wesley hung up and walked down the street the way the girl had gone.

((i put you down for playing xander as well, just because it looks like he and buffy will be together for a while))

Amy closed the door of her apartment behind her and sighed, leaning back against it. She stood and pulled the case from her back, tossing it lightly onto the bed. Taking it out, she examined the blade. It was very finely crafted; there was not a blemish on it. Pulling the sheath out of the case as well, she then examined that. It was a fairly nondescript sheath. The blade fit perfectly, but that was expected. She slid the sword back into its sheath and then put the two into the case and stored it under the bed. Amy stretched and entered the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to see what she had to eat.
She pulled out a leftover Chinese food container and opened it. After sniffing the contents, she shrugged and put it in the microwave. There was a noise from the door and she hesitated before setting the timer. It sounded like metal scraping on metal, or the soft sound of tumblers falling into place. In moments, the locked door was pushed open.

Wesley managed to catch up to the girl, following her into an apartment building. He assumed it was where she lived, but he had no idea on whether she lived alone or not. As she went up the stairs and entered her apartment, Wesley stayed just outside the door. After a minute or two, he went inside and up the stairs.
In the stairwell, he looked up and saw a flick of her hair and heard the slamming of a door. Noting which floor she was on, he went up the stairs. Wesley quickly found the door she had gone into and he began digging in his pockets. After a moment of rummaging, he found what he had been looking for.
He pulled a set of lock picks from his pocket and knelt on one knee, eying the lock. The two prongs were jammed into the lock and Wesley gave them a little jiggle, listening for the movement in the lock. In a moment, he had opened the lock and he stepped through into the small apartment.
It was a small place. A bed was in one corner of the L-shaped room with a dresser right next to it. Next to that was a door to what was presumably a bathroom. In the other section of the L was a kitchenette, with only basic commodities. The girl was nowhere to be seen. The microwave, however, was on with a time of 1:14 and counting down. Inside was what looked like Chinese food. Wesley sighed and checked the bathroom. Still no girl. Confused, he went back into the main room and looked around again. It was only now that he realized that a window was open to the fire escape. Wesley groaned and turned to go back to the door
In the way of the door was the girl, her sword drawn and placed at his neck. The two stood for a moment, looking each other up and down. Finally, the girl spoke.
"You really should knock," she said, not moving her blade.
"I figured you would have run," Wesley replied.
"And I wouldn't when you picked my lock?"
"I figured it would be faster for me to pick the lock and I would've gotten in before you'd gotten out." She snorted.
"I'm pretty quick," she said.
"I should've known."
"What, are you a psychic?" Wesley laughed.
"No," he replied. "But I know a lot about you." The girl raised and eyebrow.
"Creep?" she asked.
"Right...I should have said 'I know a lot about people like you.'"
"And 'people like me' would be?"
"Slayers."

"Slayers?" Amy asked. "What the hell's a slayer?" Wesley stared at her.
"Into each generation a slayer is born," he tried. Still nothing. "She alone can stop the onslaught of demons and vampires and are you sure you don't know what a slayer is?" Amy thought hard.
"I think I saw something about that in a book back home, but it said that she was just a myth."
"Well she isn't," Wesley replied. "And you are one of them." Amy looked down at herself.
"You're sure we're thinking of the same thing? The slayers I found were all demons, trained to kill humans. Just some hocus pocus sect of monsters." Wesley sighed.
"Apparently, we aren't thinking of the same thing." He thought a moment, then something occurred to him. "I can't explain it very well, but I know somebody that can." Amy raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, really?" she asked. Her blade was still to Wesley's neck.
"You'll have to come with me, though." Amy laughed a little.
"And there's the catch."
"Look, I don't want to kill you," Wesley said. "I just came here to find you."
"For what?"
"We've been looking for people like you."
"And this is supposed to make me come with you?"
"Trust me." Amy sighed.
"You're not setting a good first impression," she said. She lowered her sword. "But you're obviously not a vampire or a demon." Wesley gave a half-hearted smiled. "But an slip-ups and you're toast!" She raised her sword again and Wesley nodded.

She put the sword in its case and returned the Chinese food to the refrigerator before the two left, leaving the sword in its case at the apartment. It wasn't a very long walk to the Hyperion, but Amy was hungry and she began to complain on the way over. They quickly stopped at a nachos stand and purchased her some lunch before continuing on. They reached the front entrance and Amy gawked.
"This is where you live?" she asked. "You've got to be kidding me." Wesley laughed a little but continued inside. Amy quickly followed. They reached the doors and Wesley waited for Amy to catch up before pushing them open.
The hotel was the same as it has always been. The lobby was a giant open space made of green marble with red carpets and white furniture. Two staircases led up to the higher levels, as well as several elevators. There were several desks set up behind the main counter, as well as a separate office.
"Woah," Amy whispered. Wesley smiled in agreement. There was a sound and Amy looked to her left to see a tall, blue-haired girl standing next to her examining her. She jumped back from the leather-clad figure and tried to figure where she'd come from.
"This is she?" the girl asked. Wesley nodded.
"I will tell Cordelia that she is here."
"No need," came a voice from in the office. The door opened and out walked a young girl with brown hair cut to her chin. She was wearing a flowered shirt with flared sleeves and light blue jeans. Her smile lit the room almost, practically making everyone want to smile as well. That was the way of the charismatic.
"You must be the new slayer," she said. Amy shrugged.
"And you are?" she asked.
"Duh," the girl replied. "I'm Cordelia. Seriously, was that not obvious-" Wesley cut her off.
"Cordelia, this is Amy. And, yes," he said. "She's the slayer I had mentioned earlier." Cordelia nodded, still beaming.
"Well, welcome to the club, I'm sure you have a lot of questions." Cordelia led Amy to the circular couch in the center of the lobby and the two sat down. Amy wore a perplexed expression on her face.
"Look, Cordelia? I have no idea what a slayer is, let alone if I am one." Cordelia's face was blank and she turned to Wesley.
"She is," he said. "I don't know how she doesn't know." Cordelia turned back to Amy.
"Have you been having weird dreams, lately?" Amy shook her head.
"I don't dream."
"Okay, that right there is your problem," Cordelia said. "Without the dreams, I would've never known! What with my demon powers, there was no telling whether super strength and speed could be added at any time." Amy's confusion grew.
"You're a slayer?" Cordelia smiled and nodded.
"But I thought there could only be one." Cordelia sighed and lost her smiled.
"Get comfortable," she said. "This could take a while."

((go ahead))

There was a deafening silence in the hotel room for what seemed like forever The large vampire "Muscles" Buffy thought should be his name. Looked dismissively at her. "I don't care who you are, b***h." He turned his back to her and said to the other vampires "Kill her."

Buffy smiled sweetly. She loved it when vamps thought she was just some little girl who would be killed easily or run away in fright. She looked down at the five girls. "This won't take long. I'll get you home safe."

The vampires started towards her in the cramped room. The first vamp took a swing a Buffy but she deftly blocked it and countered with her own that sent the vamp flying into the wall. Buffy kicked the leg off the wooden table and threw it at the dazed vampire. "Ashes to ashes.." she said as another vampire grabbed her by the neck with his fangs bared.

Buffy elbowed him hard in the solar plexus his grip loosened and she swung around towards him sending her knee into his groin. He bent over in pain as she snapped his neck back and dusted him. Spinning around she saw the large leader vamp growling. He was not happy with the way things were turning out. Two vampires charged her from the side-Buffy deftly threw her arms out and sent two stakes flying from the sleeves of her jacket. Two more poofs of dust. Buffy swung around and using Mr.Pointy quickly dusted another vampire. She raised her eyebrows at one vampire who was deciding whether to charge her or run. "Run..." she said as he headed to the door ..."Bad idea.." she muttered. She heard the charge of the flame thrower and smelled burning flesh and the vampire screaming right before the explosion of dust.

She saw another vampire move over to her left and she quickly braced herself as he headed her way full force. She met his vampiric force with her Slayer strength in a flurry of punches and kicks. She was thrown up over the kitchenette bar and saw stars for a moment. She shook it off and jumped back up in time to deflect the sword that was coming down on her head. Bare handed she pulled the sword out of his hands. Blood dripped down her fingertips as she hefted the sword into her own grip.

"I guess I am going to have to do this the hard way, huh?" she said as the vampire came lunging at her. With one forceful sweep she sliced through the vampire's neck decapitating him in mid run. His body exploded into dust before his head did and Buffy detected the glimpse of surprise and horror as he realized what happened to him just before his head dusted too. "On the other hand..not so hard." she quipped.

She turned and saw the weasley beady eye vampire heading for the window. She wasn't too worried though she knew the others would catch him. That left the leader standing in the back of the room-alone. Buffy turned to him. He was still eying her menacingly and had picked up a medieval looking axe. "Prepare to die,little girl" he growled "You may have killed the others but they were weak and ill prepared. I have killed your kind before. I have lived countless centuries and have seen the destruction of your kind foretold. I am your worst nightmare and will bring the destructioon and prophecy to fruition!!"

"Are you done yet? Cause I have heard all this before...apocalyppse, destruction yada yada. Can we just fight so I can just kill you and get on with my night?" Buffy said.

Wesley and Illyria pulled up in the car just in time to see the door close to one of the rooms.
"That is the room we were told the nest was in," Illyria said blankly. Wesley nodded and went to the back of the truck. He pulled out his crossbow and several stakes, passing two to Illyria. Their hands touched for a moment and they looked at each other. The moment passed and they headed for the room. They paused at the door, then nodded at each other.
With his crossbow ready, Wesley kicked just at the right spot in the door, forcing it open. They burst into the room, aiming at any vampire they saw. When their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they realized that there were only two left. Illyria quickly grabbed him, but then looked around the room again, holding the little vampire so he couldn't wriggle from her grasp.
The room was, in fact, occupied by the two vampire, and six girls. Five of them sat cowering on the floor, but the sixth was facing the second vampire, who was now wielding an axe.
"Buffy?" Wesley asked in confusion.