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 Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 12:47 am
Welcome mortal, to the Nocturne Requiem.
Here in the city of Perrine, you will experience things you never thought possible. Here in Perrine, folks thoroughly believe in 'the things that go bump in the night', in fact, you might even become on while you stay here.
You look confused...you thought the spooks and creeps didn't exist? My friend, you have been living in a fake utopia.
Spooks and the 'bumps' do exist, in fact, they coexist with the humans here. Why, even some of our city council is supernatural. Vampyres, werewolves, ghosts, all real. Well, the ghosts refer to be called wraiths.
I can see that all this isn't helping the confusion. Let me tell you the history or Perrine.
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In Perrine, humans lived normal lives, and vampyres and lycans hid who they really were. There was always the person who was a "night owl" or would spend a few days away from work or school because they were sick, on a monthly basis. It wasn't until the vampyres and lycans grew territorial, they were alike in any ways, and each felt that they should have full reign over the city.
Of course, all this natural hostility mounted a war that lasted many years. Lives were lost, more were Created, until a rift between realms appeared and beings called Wraiths arrived. The territory war rose until three leaders met to end it. The city would have specific areas sectioned off for each race, that way encroachments would not happen.
A treaty was signed between the three leaders (of course, all three on on the city council). Life went back to normal, well, as normal as it could get with the supernatural. Soon, the vampyres and lycans began to plot out the servitude of the wraiths. They had power that neither of the two races had, and they both wanted to control them. Bands were made to enprison the wraiths into solid form, and live as servants to whoever put the band on.
In result to this uprising, the Wraith leader was outraged.
Now, with the level of power rising between the three supernaturals, a new war is on the verge, and it looks like the humans will be at even more of a cost.
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Well, I hope that cleared a few things up. I hope you enjoy your stay here in Perrine, who knows, you may come upon adventure.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 12:48 am
The Almighty RULES!!
1) Follow the ToS (obviously)
2) Respect your fellow rpers
3) If you have any concerns, PM me and I'll see if I can work them out
4) When submitting your character please put 'bump in the night' as the subject
5) NO GODMODDING!!! scream
6) I'm sure we're all mature here, so keep things, at most, R rated. I don't think anyone who comes here will be age 7 or below.
7) If you want to introduce a new race, please send me the information you make of it and I'll see if I can approve it. If I don't...well...deal with it? stare
cool And lastly, HAVE FUN! xd whee
NOTE: There is no character limit atm. But, should I see a situation where one is needed, I will place a character limit.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 12:49 am
The Races of Perrine Aside from being able to play humans, you have the choice of making a wraith, a vampyre or a lycan. The following information will help you understand each race. ~~~~~~~ Vampyre
Ah yes, these are what you would expect of vampyres. Long living creatures of the night that feed only on blood and don?t venture out in the sun. The old legends of the vampyres have been disproved; the cross doesn?t harm them, they have no problem with running water, garlic does not keep them away, and, unless they?re very polite, they don?t need to be invited to enter a house. Holy water has less of an effect on them than believed.
Many vampyre are high ranking socialites or officials, but there are some that live in regular homes, and some that live in the slums. Despite social levels, most vampires stay in contact with their kind, serving as a Mafioso type connection.
The method of making a vampyre is what it has always been. A victim is drained of their blood, then given the blood of the vampyre that drained them. The victim then spends a night and a day experiencing bodily death. Once their body has fully adapted to the vampyric blood, they are taken out for one week by their Sire to learn how to properly feed and use their powers.
Powers:
- specific enhanced ability
- enhanced strength or agility
- summoning familiars
- regeneration~~~ Lycan
Sometimes thought as the brute force of the world, the lycans are, literally, walking carpets of death. The most expected method of lycan infection is by way of the bite, with transferal of the lycan gene into the victims DNA. On other occasions lycans can be born from mating, sometimes producing lycans mutated in some way (physical, mental or power wise). Lycans are weak against silver.
Many lycans live in the middle class or lower, few have made it to high society, and those are usually lycan Elders. Despite the hostility between the lycans and the vampires, they have the connection of feeling that the arrival of the wraiths was an opportunity that they could both sieze upon.
Lycan coloring can vary between black to white, and ranging between any natural color (grays, browns, tans)
Powers:
- enhanced abilities all around
- three forms to shift between
- communication with all animals
- regeneration~~~~ Wraith
Wraiths are the spirits of those who passed on, and managed to cross over through the realm rift. In natural appearance, a wraith takes one the form of what they used to look like, only they now are gray-toned and their hair always looks like it?s in water. Smoke also surrounds them at all times.
Wraiths have the ability to possess people if they feel the need to have some kind of solid form. To tell if someone is possessed by a Wraith, you simply have to see if a faint trail of gray smoke follows them as they walk. Their powers can only be used so often, if they use them too much, they can?t really do anything other than be in their true form to rest up.
When the Wraiths crossed the rift, the Vampyre and Lycan felt that this could be a new form of servants, so they crafted neck bands that somehow manage to channel into a wraiths essence and make them tangible. The neck bands also force the wraith to follow the orders of whomever put the band on. Only an owner can remove the band.
Powers:
- possession
- a form of psychic power
- able to put fear into the minds of mortals
- teleportation (but only a few times a day, depends on the age of wraith)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NEW PLAYABLE RACE! Fey
Luna and Solara:
Luna is the darker side of the fey realm. Here the dark arts are practiced and night is their domain. The Fey Queen, Narcissa, is a violent temptress who has fully mastered her hands of power and had reigned as Queen since the beginning of time. Her rules are simple. There is to be no mixing of the bloods between mortal and immortal. And her people are not to have any dealings with Solara(though she has broekn this rule herself several times. Her son Marcus is proof of that).
Solara is the lighter side of the Fey. Here healing magic is prominent and the kingdom thrives. The King, Saris, has ruled as long as Narcissa, but with a more lenient fist. He still holds to the Fey law of now mixing of mortal and immortal blood, but he cares not if his people mingle with Luna.
Glamour: It is a magic that all Fey are born with. it's purpose is to seduce the mind, or to fool it with a disguise.
Hands of Power: They all vary, but certain powers are distinct to either the Solara or Luna.*PLEASE SEND ALL FEY BIOS TO EternalMisfit FOR APPROVAL* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Bio Player Name: Character Name: Race: Age: Gender: Description: Personality: History: (Pretty simple, eh?)
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 12:50 am
Characters
Vampyre
Leader-
Player Name: DelaneyMage
Name: Lisandra Delaroe
Race: Vampyre
Age: Appears 30, is really 850
Gender: Female
Description: Tanned skin with platinum blond hair that is pulled back with a clip. She had piercing blue eyes and stands at 5�6. She usually wears a red dress with a black jacket over it and shoes from the 1800�s.
Personality: Very serious and strict; does not fool around.
History: Lisandra was born in the 1100�s and journeyed to Perrine after she was Turned. Her human family has long since deceased, she doesn�t know if they�ll come back as wraiths, she doesn�t really care. Her priority now is the well-being of her race and their survival. She has a wraith servant that is male.Player Name: Pure_Black_Angel Character Name: Alexia Harris Race: Vampyr Age: 21 Gender: Female Description: Golden Chesnut Colored Hair that is slightly longer than shoulder length which makes the color of her very milky white skin very noticable. Darkest brown eyes that always seem to stare off in the distance, finishes the plain but beautiful face. Although very thin and weak looking, it is made up in her height. ( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v720/Realemotionrp/bwa.jpg ) Personality: Although her apperance makes her seem weak and fragile, she is quite the oppisite. Her determination and her strong will always means she gets what she wants, her courage never seems to falter. She sometimes becomes seductive to get herself out of bad situations, with these good points there are always bad ones. She is very unsocialble and often disobeys orders that she is given, she calls herself an outcast and resents her vamperic blood and the ones who turned her. Under this "Loner" Shell there seems to be a softness to her that rarely appears, but maybe someone that will tremble her might realease this other her. History: Born to a wealthy first class, Lord and Lady Harris. She led a normal human life as a posh rich girl, always spolit but never acted as if she was. Every since an early age, she had always ben facinated with the occult. Her Father and Mother believed this was greatly unusual an tried to discourage thier daughter from this nonsence. Unfortunally this had no effect, and this led to her own demise. Every few nights, Alexia would sneek out of her room and go looking for vampyrs and other paranormal creatures. she would do this untill she reached the age of 18, where one night she would never return. Her parents reported her disappearence to the police believing it was a kidnapping. The truth was that poor Alexia finally met a vampyr,but beliveving that this one was kind and harmless fell into a trap. She was bitten, the vampyr was going to leave her to bleed to death but she pleaded for her life so he decided to change her. He took her under his wing and brought her up as his own,during those few years she changed no longer the sweet rich girl but now a cold killer. She left her master soon after......... Player Name: Chancewolfhog Character Name: Kymberleigh, Kym for short. Race: vampyre Age: 11 when she turned. Now a bit over 200 years old. Still looks 11. Gender: female Description: Kym Personality: Sweet, but timid and meek. She's sometimes afraid to speak her mind, but when givin a mission, she finishes with the utmost efficiancy. A side rarely seen is when she temporarilly loses her mind. Only Lisandra can really stop her at that point. History: She was was 11, her village was attacked and decimated by a vampyer. Everyone was slaughtered for fun, and only a few used for feed. The vampyre didn't notice Kym was still alive, or that any of his blood from his wounds had gotten on her. When she woke a full day later, she fed on all the undrained corpses around, then proceded to hunt down the vampyre and eat his hard for revenge. She sought her own kind for almost 100 years, before being rescued from human by Lisandra. From then on she sword alegiance to Lisandra and is generally by her side. Also, know one knows where or where Kym got the cat ear head band, but she's never seen without it. Her unique enhancment is her leg speed, letting her run faster, jump higher, and be more agile than normal vampyers. Almost up to a full grown werewolve's abilities. Player Name: HavocMagnum Character Name: Vincent Falcone Race: Vampyre Age: Looks 21 but is actually 450 Gender: Male Description: Vincent stands roughly 6' with an average yet solid build. As far as appearance is concerned, he has black hair which is always slicked back, piercing light green eyes and a light tanned complexion. His usual wear is a black pinstripe suit with a blood red tie, black leather formal shoes and Personality: Calm, loyal in the mafioso sense, quiet, tends to have moments of mischieviousness. History: Vincent was born in Italy some 450 years ago to a mercantile family in the Milan region. During his adolescence, he found himself being bored frequently with how his family's business was, along with the fact that he did not want to inherit his father's business. However, on the day of his 21st birthday, Vincent was Turned by the girl he was dating at the time. Having realized that the mundane nature of his old life was now over, Vincent welcomed his new existence with open arms. Over time, Vincent's ideals differed from his mistress', thus some time later, he severed ties with her. A few years later, he ended up in Perrine, living life as it came while looking for other vampires. Player Name: Hunter For A Smile Character Name: Christoph "Chris" Daniels Race: Vampyre Age: 19 Gender: male Description: He still likes to dress like an average enough person, and, in fact, is still settling into the 'undead thing' as he puts it. Chris is about 5'9", green-brown eyes, and sandy-brown colored hair. His broad shoulders and fairly slender build (he's not exactly slim or skinny) certainly leave a lot that can still fill in as he ages...well, sort of. Since his turning almost a fortnight ago, his eyes have sharpened to the point where he can see with eerie clarity even in the darkest of nights. Personality: He's pretty easy going, but is still having trouble adjusting and tends to make mistakes, even he doesn't always own up to his mistakes. History: Chris happened to be in the worst place at the worst time. He had been out on break from his college, and out on the town with friends when one of them suggested this Underground club. No one objected, being unaware of the large lycan and vampyre numbers that frequented the area, and while at this club, a struggle broke out and Chris ended up getting attacked by one of the Lycans, but not bitten. One of the vampyres (Chris' sire) taking pity on the unwitting victim who had gotten in the middle of what was essentially a turf war, offered a new life. Whether or not Chris is going to regret his decision is yet to be seen, but he accepted the proposal in favor of living...in a manner of speaking. Player Name: EyeoftheReaper Character Name: Serathin Race: Vampyre Age: Appearance of early to mid teens, sleeping four milennia Gender: Male Description: A very pale, slender, tall youth. Standing at 6'3", he is nearly mummified in black cloth wrappings that span from his feet to the very top-most part of his neck, becoming loose and slightly hanging at his wrists though strands of the thin black material still reach his fingertips. He posesses dark brown hair, to his shoulders, and shockingly green eyes, a natural and dark leafy green. He wears a long black cloak, long enough to cover his back and curl around each shoulder, hiding his long thin arms under it. Serathin has about him a look of very cat-like curiosity, but unlike the vastest majority of his race, he posesses an undefinable but perceptive air of innocence, his eyes usually curious than deceptive, deep though they are, they posess in them no hint of something needing to be hid in them, no evil deeds to relish, no enemies to keep them wary. He wears around his neck a long, silver chain, on which resides a perfectly round amulet, the size of a childs fist. On the amulet is etched in silver-white a complex, oriental looking rune whose meaning and origin are a complete enigma. That item he alone is very protective of. Personality: Serathin is curious. He is innocently curious in the observance of all lifes beauties and mysteries and wonders. He speaks his mind and doesnt worry about consequences for it in general. He seams wild, though not savage. He seams almost like the emodiment of natures innocense. Serathin has no dark secrets that he is aware of. The being is curious of all around hi, but not inside him. He considers himself rather mundane and not worth much effort in unraveling. He is energetic, though not what one would call hyper. He enjoys spending his time experimenting with his sorcery, the origins of which he neither knows nor cares of. History: Nerull Serathin Ra - A name steeped in timeless lore, the name of the summoner of old, a being who pressed the boundaries of magic to the point where they broke, and broke in on him, supposedly ending the existance of The Summoner, the vampyre who created beings of unreal power from thin air around him, in droves. The Summoners story has countless variations, but they all seam to date his existance to four thousand years prior and being the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the face of the earth, or, indeed, any world. None know of what his true exploits were, but all believe their tales feverently. The Vampyres seam to tell the most grandeur of his past-times but the actual events transcribed are nearly totally unique by household to household, slightly varied of what their parents told them, modified from what their parents were told, and so on and so forth. To this day, Nerull is considered a name for a powerful young man, Ra a name of very elegant nobility, but none name their children Serathin, it being a direct translation of the drowish term, 'finished one'. One story that has never been told though, is of the summoner having not been vanquished but willingly removed from existance, leaving behind to rest a body with his power but without what he then recognized as truly evil ambition. This is the only un-distortedly true tale, if it were to be told that is, of Nerull Serathin Ra. Serathin is his descendent, even predacessor. He has no memory of the legendary summoner but posesses his ability to manifest permanent companions out of the air. Nerull also left his predacessor his aptitude for sorcery, but didnt define a branch for him to be particularly adept in, not wanting to completely control the youths existance. Serathin began awake in a particularly vile and corrupted swamp known as Finoctra. Upon his conciousness awaking the darkness in it though, the evil corrupt nature of it, was absorbed, leaving instantly a small lake entangled with healthy trees basking in its clear water. Not a single ray of sunlight penetrates that peaceful glades canopy, but in it the waters sparkle blue and clear from the sprites that live there. It is a peaceful place full of innocent creatures who share Serathin's cat-like curiosity at the world, which he dubbed upon his wake as Fincyra. From the absorbtion of a place of many evil deeds and a corrupt land incapable of growing that but the vilest of things, Serathin's sorcery, and therefore summoning, took instantly and permanently the form of shadow on. He lives in innocent peace of any evil though, growing more curious as the nights begin to grow in which he could count himself awake and he now seaks other beings whose beauty he can observe. Despite his naive and blissful outlook on the world, his summoned creatures, mostly physical manifested shadows of various creatures, watch him very warily though, posessing his peaceful nature but not his assumption of curious like in things. Enhanced Ability: Agility ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lycan:Leader -
Player Name: Chancewolfhog
Character Name: Chance Xaitos
Race: Lycan
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Description: While the human form looks strong, the muscles aren't super exagerated. Usually clad in all black, it's hard to see Chance at night in any form. His jet black hair is always seen tied back in a low ponytail.
Wolf form is decidedly feirce looking, for he looks almost like a dire wolf. Not so much as to not get by as a wolf, but enough to cause fear,or at least concern, in any other creature.
Werewolf is a 10 foot tall walking dire wolf. Both beast forms are pitch black with red eyes.
Personality: Calm, crafty and collective, Chance believe as much in careful stratagy as in brute strength. Never one to go without a plan or to lose his cool and forget the plan, Chance is a very efficient werewolf.
History: Based on his personality, it's almost not guess why he managed to raise his way in the ranks to become the Lycan leader. The elders reactions go from being proud of him as a strong young leader to wondering why a pup is leading them. The youth range from admiration to jealousy.
Chance became lycan in a most unusual way. His mother was bitten while he was in her womb, but the ability was somehow carried to him. When he was born, he clawed his own way out of his mother, killing her, as well as several hospital staff. The werewolf society found him and took care of him in secrecy. He was taught how to live in the human world however and grw. But he never truly fit and decided to seek the werewolf leadership so he didn't have to fit in, but rather let the werewolves live withough having to hide. OVer the years, through trickery, briabry, flattery, or slaughter, he raised in the ranks until on his 30th birthday, he became that which he desired. the lycan leader.Player Name: lupine_ragdoll Character Name: Shikara (Kar for short) Race: lycan Age: 18 Gender: female Description: In human form she is around 5'3", with shoulder-length, messy charcoal-coloured hair and hazel eyes. She is very pale and skinny, almost sickly-looking, and has only 3 instead of 4 fingers each hand as a result of mutation (she is a bred lycan). In her lycan form, Shikara again has charcoal fur, with a black muzzle and black paws. Her paws are missing digits in a similar way to her human form, and she is very small and skinny, with a constantly vicious look about her, even when she's calm. Personality: Shikara is very quiet, yet has a short temper and is prone to outbursts if aggravated in any way. She is very defensive over her own personal details, and will become aggressive if pushed towards answering any question she doesn't want to. However, she gets easily thrown off if shown kindness. In her lycan form she is a biter. History: Shikara, or Kar as she is more commonly known, was born to two other lycans, and was taught by her parents from the start to hate vampyrs and wraiths. However, despite their teachings she would sneak out at night to play with vampyr children, being too young to care about prejudices. She grew fond of them until during one full moon she became too boisterous in her lycan form and mauled the children, causing their parents to come after her. The adult vampyrs followed her home and attacked her parents when they tried to protect her, killing them while she ran away and hid. Kar was soon found by other lycans in the community and raised amongst them, living in the basement of a building housing several lycans, where she now lives. She now hates vampyrs with a passion, and is against the fact that her species agree with them somewhat over the wraith issue, although she is faithful to her species' own beliefs about them. Player Name: ValenarrDeMirro
Character Name: Nikolai Angropov
Race: Werewolf
Age: Apparent age is 24, but his real age would require more calculations.
Gender: Male
Description: Tall, standing at six feet and eight inches, Nikolai is undeniably Russian in appearance. He is well-built, but built more for speed than strength, although he is more than strong enough for most tasks. Nikolai has black hair, which is short and spiked, and green eyes, which are particularly bright. In wolf form he has black fur.
Personality: Nikolai is quick to anger. He often calls people by inappropriate names simply on prejudices he has. He hates vampires and hunts them as a part of his job. He also doesn't take a liking to wraits very much, even though some are in his corporation's employment. This will all be explained in his history.
History: Nikolai was born during a tumultuous time in Russia. He was moving away from Russia as a young man, and moved through Germany, where he met up with a pack of werewolves in the Schwarzwald. He escaped with his life but was bitten, and when he turned into a werewolf, he accepted his powers with open arms, always wanting to have lived forever. Many years passed, and then he wound up at Perrine, joining a Vampire Hunting Organization (Simply called 'the Organization' by those who work there) soon after his arrival. He enjoys hunting over anything else and has never really been critically injured during a mission.Player Name: DelaneyMage Character Name: Kierra 'Moonflash' Strong Race: Werewolf Age: 34 Gender: Female Description: Deeply tanned with bright green eyes and prematurely white hair that is usually in a braid. She has tattoos that grace the left side of her face and go down her left side, spreading over the arm and stopping at her middriff. She wears comfortable clothes, with belts wrapped around various parts of her body. Her werewolf form is white furred, and the tattoos look like scars that run down her right side. Personality: Quite the loner, granted, she's also very loyal. History: Kierra's family was fairly large, being one of five kids. Her parents worked two jobs each, and when Kierra was old enough, she got a job to help pay for things. The family eventually drifted apart due to some of the kids going to college and some getting married. Kierra got a better job and stayed to take care of her parents, who eventually died. She now has no real family connections to worry about and keeps herself in the middle class range of money and living quarters. She trained herself to fight with blades and does not use guns. Kierra was turned around the age of 24 when she was out late doing errands. She was walking home carrying groceries when someone, or something according to witnesses, jumped her and knocked her out. She doesn't remember much except waking up in massive pain being watched over by a tired looking man with blood on his shirt. She could feel the pain coming from a wound on her neck, and was quite surprised that she had survived. Player Name:Eternalmisfit Character Name:Willow Chipatiluknik Race:Werewolf Age:appears 22 (349 years) Gender:Female Description:Willow has very long, flowing black hair that falls in ringlets down her back. It is thick and full, framing her gentle face with its delicate tendrils. Her skin is a warm hue, like one who has seen many suns, she is tannned to a bronzed complection. Willow stands 5'7" tall. Her physique is curvy, and soft in appearance, though she is sheer muscle. Willow's eyes are her most pecuilar feature as they mark her for what she is. They are a lurid gold, shining with the brilliance of her age and knowledge. WillowPersonality: Willow comes off as a calm, and very trustworthy person, but deep down she wants nothing more than to hold power in her palms. She is strong willed and determined, always getting what she sets her mind to. Though she tends to be intimidating when spoken with, she still has very gentle tendencies, and would never hurt a soul who did not deserve such harm. History:Willow was born to a lycan family, and from this she gained inredible mental endurance. Willow is quick witted, brilliant, and mild-tempered. Her family raised her to be simple, but the lycaness always wanted more. Leaving from her home, she traveled all areas of the globe to attain the enlightenment she sought. After all of her travels, she still feels hat she lacks something, what that is, she could not say, but she seeks it none the less. Willow has had many a fight between her own kind so immediate trust of them does not come easily. She found herself a wanderer to this new region and hopes that she will discover what to do about the part of her soul that needs fulfillment. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Wraith Leader:
Player Name: Chancewolfhog
Character Name: Dunkleheit
Race: Wraith
Age: Hell, it's been so long he forgot
Gender: male
Description: Short, thin, pale with black robes and a staff made of bones. His thin wiry black hair and beard remind one of the necromancers of old, yet he it much more sturdy than he appears
Personality: Crazy, excentric. Never seems to take anything seriously, even his own race's bondage. Seems to love to annoy people, especially Lisandra
History: He might be a necro of old, but hell, he's forgot. Right now he's the cheif advisor for the Wraith races.Player Name: DrefanKearse
Character Name: Whisp
Race: Wraith
Age: 234
Gender: female
Description: Whisp died at the young age of 19. She has short, almost black brown hair and mismatched eyes which, despite her demise, have remained vivid. She wears the clothes she died in- dark leather pants, a sleeveless royal purple shirt, and loose black sleeves held to her upper arms by elastic. She isn't wearing shoes though, and her ghostly feet are bare.
Personality: Whisp is a quite person, usually calm and collected. She watches people and places avidly, and she has an amazing memory. She enjoys helping people, though usually in small, indirect ways. She doesn't like beign the center of attention- never has.
History: Whisp used to be named Jessica Synclair. Born into a more or less normal midle class family, she was always a quiet bookworm. On her 19th birthday she was mauled and killed by a rogue werewolf. When the rift appeared, she was one of the first through, and has since spent her time watching the different groups and factions, waiting to see what will happen next.Owner run NPC's: (bios will be forthcoming when I have the time to write them. Yuriel Male Whisp 1 Male Whisp 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~ Humans:Player Name: darkmage80 Character Name: Reven Race: Human Age: 29 Gender: Male Description:About 6 ft. 5 inches tall. His clothes are slightly dusty and his cloak is somewhat tattered and fading. Theres a large lump on his chest, not large enoght for notice but if you look hard enough you can see it. Personality: Takes alot of things very seriously. History:At the Young age of Ten, his Mother and Father both became very ill with a terrible Virus know as "The Infection". They both died very shorty after reciveing the virus. He too got "The Infection" but was able to get the to Village Shamen. The Shamen couldn't get rid of the Virus so with his Magic, he turned the Virus into a Parsite. The Parasite woudn't kill him but it would very slowly drain his life force away each time he used the parasite. He has traveled across the world in order for a way to rid the Parasite out of his body. He has traveled from City after City hearing that someone can rid his body of the Parasite. He wonders now in search for that person. Player Name:EternalMisfit Character Name:Una Race:Human Age:26 Gender:Female Description:Long,blonde hair that is usually covered by a bandana. Dark brown eyes, dark complection, with long, slender legs. Stands approxiamately 5'10". Usually wears dark clothing, blacks and browns for teh most part with an occassional crimson in between. Always wears Breeches, tunics or something of the like. Una PicturePersonality:seems cold when first spoken to, but she has a warm heart. History:Una came from a town that was peaceful adn kind. One day, it was plagued with strange illnesses, and the amount of murders tripled. Una, fearing the worst, urged her family to leave, when none did, she took it on her own to go and seek help. No sooner was she on her way when an explosion pierced her ears and she fell unconscious. Upon awakening, she came to see a dsimal sight. her entire city had been destroyed. From its ashes walked a man...the one who had started it all.Her sole purpose now is to hunt him down and destroy him... Player Name: Reven180 Character Name: Dullis Rhenson Race: Human Age: 30 Gender: Male Description: Dullis is Paralyzed from the waist down so he now gets around in a Wheelchair. He has short, coal black hair and Green eyes. When in his Home, he normaly wears a Robe. He weezes and coughs alot too Personality: He is normaly a Grumpy person but if you Befriend him, He can be a really good friend. History: Dullis waws one of the Five members that originaly fought Para in Ambervale. When Para destroyed the city, Dullis was the only one to escape but it did come with penalitys. The blast damaged his spinal colum thus Paralyzing him from the waist down. Thinking that Para killed himself in the blast, he has been taking in his creations and helping them by trying to return to thier normal state. He is also part of a World wide Nercomancery guild called the "Skulls". Player Name:EternalMisfit Character Name:Kaie (kai-eh) Doone Race:human Age:19 Gender:Female Description:She stands 6'0" tall with long, slender legs,a thin arms, a buxom bosom and attractive flare to her hips. Her hair is as white as freshly fallen snow, her eyes a pecuilar yellow, like the centre of a daisy in bloom. She appears frail, but this is merely her complection and girlish appeal going against her. Beneath the pin stripe, full length dress that she usually dons is a body trained to kill. Kaie DoonePersonality:Kaie is a strong, dominating woman. Her secrets are her own, her past is nothing to be dabbled in and she keeps every bit of focus she possesses on the present. There is no tomorrow in her mind, just her work and her twin, Sloane, who stands by her all the way. History:You want to know then you ask. All she will tell is that she is an assassin and if you want her talents then there is a price to be paid. Player Name: darkmage80 Character Name: Logan Varch a.k.a. "The Blue Devil" Race: Human Age: 40 Gender: Human Description: Logan is about 5'9 with Short Oil black hair, Brown Eyes, a Thinck heavy moustache and a British Accent. He is Very lean and abit Muscular on the upper Half of his body. This is what his Armor looks like. PH-005-XPBV((Yes, I know it's from Gundam but I can't find anyother armor that would fit him.)) Personality: Logan is a very nice person when he is not working. He can get along with just about anyone, even the Stuborn ones. But when He starts a Mission, he is ruthless and shows no Mercy till the End. History: Logan was allways a good kid. He did everything his Parents told him to do, he was very Popular at school and stood up for the kids that were picked on, and he was excelent at sports but it all changed on his twelveth Birthday. On his birthday, his Parents took out to see a Movie that he had been wanting to see for along time. After the movie was over, Him and his Parents exited the theater from the back. As they were walking down the alleyway Towards his house, all he could remember was a Huge wolf like thing dashing up to him and smashed him into the bushes. When he woke up, the was a crowd of people over him. He asked where his Parents were but no one know. Logan had been put in an Orphanage siice he had no Living relitives that would take him in. A few days later, the cops came and told him what had happened. They found his parents, chopped to mince meat and scaterd across an Alley all the way across the city. They said that they had no Idea what did this to them but Logan knew. It were werewolves. He vowed on that day that he would not rest untill he found that wolf did the same thing to it as it had done apon his Parents and anyother Wolf that wished Harm to Humans. ~~~~~> NOTE: Don't everyone jump on this race when you see it. I'm only allowing this as one type right now. I don't want the game over-powered. Player Name: Chancewolfhog
Character Name: Lyla Sinclair
Race: Wolfpyre (so she calls herself, a lycan and vampyre in one)
Age: looks to be late teens. Doesn�t remember or care what her real age is.
Gender: female
Description: �human� form is a nice tan Japanese tone with knee length plus long dirty blonde hair. About 5�3� and just under 100 pounds. Her eyes are a beautiful yet odd violet that can suck you in. She wears what she can get her hands on. Her were wolf form is based on an asian wolf. Her height grows to about 5�6� and she gains about 20 to 40 pounds.
Has two katana in an x across her back, but the handles are at her waist instead of over her shoulders. On her left leg she carried a 1911 model .45 pistol that she keeps silever bullets for, as well as sunflare rounds.
Personality: Cold, ruthless. Untrustful. She doesn�t care for either side since she doesn�t really belong to either. However if the pay is good she�s loyal as long as there�s �motivation�, which isn�t always money.
History: Bitten by both a vampyre and werewolf within minuets of each other, she gained both �curses�. However, they somehow melded together and gave her both abilities. Since then she�s just been exsisting, killing to feel alive.
Other: Being of both types, she�s effected by the sun and silver, but only about half as much. So she can stand being in direct sunlight, she�ll just be really hot. It also allows her to carry silver bullets without being harmed.
She also has both�s strengths. She has the all around increased power and senses of a lycan, as well as the vampyre super strength on top of it. Her specific vampyre enhancement is athletics (speed and agility). She can speak to animals and summon wolf familiars. She can willingly change between all forms and regenerates twice as fast.
Weakness: Blood reliance. Has to feed more often than normal vamps and cannot transform unless she�s feed within the last 24 hours. If she does transform without enough blood, she goes into a fit upon returning to her �human� form that results in seizure like symptoms from a half hour to an hour. She also has a weakness to the moon�s light, it�s still hot to her.~~~ Dhampir (Please do not try and create characters of this race either, this will be the only one for the time being)
Player Name:eternalMisfit
Character Name:Sloane (slo-ehn) Doone
Race:dhamphir
Age:19
Gender:Male
Description:He stands one inch above his sibling at 6'1", his body is just as slender and eloquent as her own and his features are nearly her match. A strange mixing of the genes, though phaternal twins they were, alike they do appear. His eyes are as yellow as her own, his hair as white. The only difference in the palor in his skin to her own. He is much more blanche than she. He wears a suit of pin stripes, clean and sleek. Atop his suit he dons a half cloak that wraps all around his torso. His hair is shorter than his twins by a few inches.Sloane Doone
Personality:Sloane is a little more polite than his hardy, and unforgiving twin. He is still a trained assassin, but he possesses more of a morality to his killings and his way of life.
History:The only history his likes to mention is the pecuilarity of he and Kaie's birthing. Both were born to a vampyr and a human, but only one received the vampyric gene. It was soon realized that Kaie's blood is lethal to vampyrs as it will deteriorate the DNA and turn them to mere mush. Thus, his twin is a walking death machine. He finds it amusing how many times she has used this 'talent'.~~~~~~~~~ FeyPlayer Name: EternalMisfit
Character Name: Marcus
Race: Fey(Luna/Solara mix)
Age: 1250 years
Gender: Male
Description: Marcus has skin the color of a sweet fall day. It is a deep bronze that glows with a lumnence no mortal being can posess. His eyes are the color of freshly fallen acorns, and the shape of almonds. Large and innocent as they set deeply into face, but slant accordingly(a fey trait). His hair is the color of the sun rays, a vibrant auburn that settles in straight strnads clear to the middle of his back. Physically, he is perfection. His body is poportioned to resemble that of Micheangelo's David (however, let it be said that his more...private region is greater in size than the statues.) He stands at 6'5", and is relatively muscular, but in a lean way. When his glamour(a type of fey magic) is subdued, he appears as any normal human, only slightly more attractive than average. Marcus
Personality: Marcus is a bit of a Narcicist. He adores how handsome he is, but this tends to be a mask he puts on for show. I reality, the fey breeder is strong natured and determined to do what it takes to fit into the realm in which he has been banished. He is friendly and openly accepting of just about anything.
History: Marcus is the second prince of the Luna sect of the Fey realm. Five hundred years hence, he fell in love with a mortal, something that it forbidden amongst his kind. The Queen of Luna discovered the relationship and was forced to banish her son to the mortal realm. But before doing so, she brutally slaughtered the woman he loved as punishment for his idiocy. Marcus was bitter for many years, but soon turned to the dark to find his pleasures. Thus, he has become a bit of a vampyre junkie...
Abilities: Left Hand of Power: Healing Right Hand of Power:Summon liquid fire
Player Name: DelaneyMage
Character Name: Jace
Race: Fey (Luna)
Age: 1154
Gender: Male
Description: Jace is slender and stands at 6’3. His skin is pale like moonlight, and his eyes are blue like ice. His face is long with a slightly curved mouth, almost like he’s constantly hiding a secret from someone; his eyes are slanted and give off a mysterious air to his being. His hair is a silvery-gray that is short, but falls around his head, and he has, oddly enough, two strands of hair that frame his face. With his glamour, he looks much like other Fey do, like an oddly attractive man.
Personality: Jace is like the moon, always silently watching. He gathers information and keeps it for future use. Aside from his watchful self, he can also act as a guardian. If he finds something precious, he’ll protect it with his life; a good example of this is his relationship with his twin sister.
History: Jace was born to two Fey of Luna (as per the Luna law), but found this it seemed as if his parents were hiding something from him. It usually bothered him, and even more so when he would hear his mother and father talking about something and then go quiet when he came into the room. Of course, that little want to know always sat in the back of mind. His watchful personality was always there, and he was always a quiet one, usually surprising his friends when he touched them or said something and they didn’t realize he was there. He learned quickly soaking in everything told to him, and is exceptionally good at his hands of power.
When he got older, his father told him that he had a younger sister, and that his mother wanted to keep this a secret from him. His sister was mainly Solaris, and that was a good reason why his mother wanted to keep this from him. Unbeknownst to his mother, his father brought him to where his sister lived and they first met. Jace immediately felt a connection and wanted to protect her.
Other: Twin sister is named Shaylee.
Hands of Power: Left Hand of Power: Freezing Snow
Character Name: shaylee
Race: Fey (Solara)
Age: 1154
Gender: Female
Description: Shaylee is short, just under 5 foot. Her skin a light complextion with the slightest hint of a tan. Her hair mimics the great sun, starting red at the rots then turning orage and finally yellow. Her eye are a crimson to match the intensity of the sun itself. Her hair is usually done up somehow.
Personality: Shaylee has a very fiery perosnality. She's ouutgoing, sometimes bossy. She can be flirty or bitchy, depending. She also has a temper that is quick to snap. however she is loyal to those impoartant to her. Around her brother, she is entierly different. She's like a timid little kitten, save she does fend for herself.
History: Shaylee was borm to a luna and solara fey. From before she could remember she was told of her brother, but never had a chance to meet him. It was esxplained why, that her father was not supposed to be with a solora. However they decided to inform her. She longed to meet Jace, but never could due to the luna laws. Shaylee tried har to meet her brother until the day her father finally decided to let them meet. She was timid at first, not sure of Jace, but quickly learned to accept and love him and from then on was in seperable from him, if she oculd help it.
Hands of Power: Left Hand of Power: Holy Fire
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 2:57 pm
Lisandra leaned back in her leather chair as she looked at some forms and reports. So far, nothing out of the ordinary was happening, well, as ordinary as life in Perrine could be. Yes, the hostility between the lycans was still there, and with the rising upset with the Wraiths...
"Marron, I need you to do something." she said. A male wraith appeared before her desk.
"What is it you ask of me, mistress?"
"I need you to send a message to Chance, the Lycan Elder. I wish to have a meeting with him on the Wraith situation." Lisandra told him. The Wraith nodded and disappeared.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 3:14 pm
On the outskirts of Perrine there sat an old abondoned castle. At least that's what appearances said. Inside bustled the seat of lycan power. All the advisors and generals came to this castle to do their lycan work after the finished their day jobs.
Chance was in his office reading over a report and sighed, "Those morons..."
He got up and went to the window to look out. As he gazed he spoke, "You're Lisandra's, are you not?"
Chance kept his hands behind his back and kept looking out the window, waiting for the responce.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 3:30 pm
The Wraith stood behind Chance. "Mistress Lisandra wishes to have a meeting with you about the Wraith uprising." he said. Any hint of resentment toward the subject was overruled by the neck band. Marron remained stoic and emotionless as he awaited Chance's response.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 3:35 pm
Chance had to grin a little. That Lisandra was something else. If it wasn't for racial tensions, he'd be quite infatuated with her, but alas. Needless to say, their conversations were always interesting, leading one to think they were more like friends than bitter enemies. Because Chance was so young, a baby compared to Lisandra, he loved to hear how things were in the past from someone who had actually lived there.
Regaining his compousre, he asked, "Does she have a time and place?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 3:57 pm
"My mistress did not give me a time. I can assume she is awaiting a response from you. If you have any date that you can do this, I'll relay the information to my mistress." Marron replied.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 4:20 pm
"I see," said the werewolf as he calculated, his back always towards the wraith. After a while he gave Marron the date he'd like to meet and sent him on his way.
"Excellent..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 5:05 pm
Marron nodded and disappeared from the castle.
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Marron reappeared in Lisandra's office.
"My mistress, the lycan elder has given his response. He's agreed to meet you in a few days." he said. Lisandra nodded from where she sat.
"Good, leave me. I'll call if I need you." she said. Marron nodded and left the room. Lisandra sat in her chair, fingertips touching fingertips. On her desk was a cup of blood. She poured a bit of it into the floor and touched it.
"Mirachtal ovta kirell." she said quietly as her fingers moved around in the blood. She pulled her fingers out and the blood dripped down, condensing into a group spiders. One of the bigger spiders crawled up the desk. "Go and keep an eye on the other vampyres. If anything happens, report back to me. And you," she said as she looked at the biggest one, "keep an eye on the lycans." The spiders skittered out the nearest window and seperated into the city.
No one would be able to notice the spiders, they'd be able to blend into their surroundings easily.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 5:06 pm
Inside a derelict building in Perrine, crashing could be heard, echoing off the walls of the old house. A young blonde lycan boy flew up the rotting stairs at lightning speed, a young lycan woman barely taller than him hot on his heels. Whimpering, the boy shot inside one of the house's bedrooms and darted under a bed by the wall, backing into the shadows. Teeth bared, Shikara stalked over to the door of the room, her eyes livid with anger as her gaze darted from one bed to the next, body posed ready to pounce at the slightest movement.
"Come on out, you little runt!!" She barked, moving to the centre of the room and dropping to her stomach in order to get a good view of the underside of each bed. "I swear, when I get my hands on you I'm gonna rip you limb from -" she was cut off suddenly as a man much taller than her pulled her sharply away from the beds by her ankle, and she twisted around, kicking out with her other leg.
"Lemme go!" Shikara snapped, struggling against the man's grip. "The runt asked for it! He called me a "scrawny, three-fingered crone"!" The man smirked tauntingly down at her, shaking his head.
"You are a scrawny, three-fingered crone," he pointed out, releasing his grip, and Shikara got to her feet in a huff, dusting herself down before glaring up at her housemate.
"I'm not a crone," she muttered under breath, then turned towards the beds. "Don't think you've gotten away with this yet!" She yelled, then stormed down to the basement where she fell back onto her mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes she wished that an uprising would happen, just to give her an excuse to get out of that building.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 5:20 pm
Chance had heard the man enter and leave after MArron had left, but paid no mind to him. He was looking at the reflection of the moon in the water of the lake that was in the castle walls. The moon wasn't full, so there was no fear of sudden transformations. Chance just enjoyed the view, for it was beautiful.
He sighed and turned. He had work he had to finish first. The first report was still open on his desk, but it had been joined by another from the science department. Chance picked the folder up and leafed through it, then opened to the summary inside.
"Work on the anti silver syrum is showing some hope. One 'patient' was able to resist silver more than he had previously. Still, there are many flaws. HE was the only one and it was to such a small degree it wouldn't be practical, but we are looking into why it was only him and not the others. The other major flaw is there seem to be a 'minor' case of addiction to the drug. We are working on that as well. We're still unable to give a prediction for a finished product. It will take many many years.
Chance sighed and shook his head. He knew minor mean they victom was probably writhing in pain from withdrawls in some cell. Also the use of the word patient when he knew the test subjects were traitors and possibly those to weak or sickly to lend anything to the lycans aside from being test subjects.
He knew this doctor was insane, but that's the same reason he hired him.
Chance put the report to the side and sat in his chair, looking forward to another meeting with Lisandra. As he wondered which suit he should ware, he picked the other report up to finish going over it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 5:33 pm
Lisandra took a drink of the blood in her cup as she mulled things over. Ideas of what to do about, first, the wraiths. They had appeared from the spiritual realm, and escalated the territory wars. And now their leader was enraged that the vampyres and lycans were using wraiths as servants.
"Laws of the wild, only the strongest survive." she muttered to herself. After the wraiths were dealt with, the lycans would be next. "So similar, and yet so different. They have the advantage of being able to go out during the day, if we can keep up our defenses, our numbers won't drop."
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:06 pm
(I hope you don't mind how I spell vampire. It's just always how I've spelled it.)
He recalled the past day's events with clarity.
"Nikolai Angropov." A voice had said, not his own. It was the commander. Or at least, his superior officer. "Your mission." the man had said. He had opened a folder, which was hardly full and a waste of materials if you asked him.
The folder contained only a few sheets of paper; one indicating the mission's parameters, which were next to retarded since the only thing he was used for was elimination and extermination, which he had no idea how they differentiated between the two sorts of missions. The next paper indicated the target or targets, in this case only being one target, a high-ranked vampire who was becoming a thorn in the side of the Organization.
The next article was information on the target or targets, and of course this being one it was simple. It included a photo, several, actually, and data on the target's known abilities and so forth.
Nikolai had been lucky; he caught the target alone in the streets, in the deepest time of night, when nobody else even looked out their window. For a few moments, resting in his room, Nikolai relived that battle.
While it had not been raining, Nikolai wished it was. It was quite fun to fight in the rain; it made the blood flow away faster, and it just looked great. His long, black coat covered him, warming him, although he was perfectly fine with being cool or cold. He'd get over it.
His target was ahead of him, walking away from him and ignoring whatever he heard behind him. He was cocky, which was good, and he was upwind, meaning he wouldn't smell the werewolf behind him.
Even if the vampire managed to get away, his scent trail would lead him right to him.
Nikolai put his hand behind his head as if to scratch his neck, but in reality was grasping the hilt of his beloved katzbalger, a modified version of a Russian b*****d sword with a longsword's one-handed grip and a longer blade, but still worthy of the designation of katzbalger. Straight from Mother Russia herself.
Of course his arsenal was still with him. The special 9mm Bison submachine guns, both of them, kept in fine condition with their special, compact design, right underneath his overcoat. He also had his nice, black, .50 caliber revolver, perfect for taking heads off, even with the five-shot limit. Had he been in a more elevated spot, he could've used his Dragunov, but that was back at the Organization HQ.
It made little difference. He drew his katzbalger soundlessly; he knew if he hadn't heard it, the vampire wouldn't have either, and then picked up the pace, holding the blade out. If he could just get up close, he could just run the man through the heart without a fight.
But where was the fun in that? He lowered his blade, and he jumped, kicking the vampire in the back of the head, sending him face-first into the concrete.
"Get up." Nikolai had said. "I want to finish you with a fight, dammit." He grinned, and the vampire got up, pulling a knife. How pathetic.
But Nikolai could smell the silver upon the tiny blade, and knew that if it struck him, the result could be deadly. So, he took defensive measures for the moment, the vampire coming in with a lunge, which was parried almost impossibly by the long, broad blade.
The vampire went in for another stab but Nikolai kicked the vampire back, and then went in for a nice hack to the arm, hoping to disarm him, in a manner of speaking. The blade sank into the flesh but the vampire tossed the blade over his head, hoping to grab it with his other arm.
In a fit of acrobatics, Nikolai jumped over the vampire, turning his blade with him, putting more pressure on the vampire's arm and cutting through it further, blood spurting onto the ground. He attempted to kick the knife out of the air, but failed. It made no difference, though.
Nikolai hit the ground at the same time the vampire's arm did, and brought the blade in a follow-up slash to the side, which chopped off the vampire's foot as he tried to get away. The vampire swore loudly, trying his best to buy his time to regenerate his lost limbs.
Nikolai wouldn't give him the chance. "You're nothing. They overrated you, punk." Nikolai grinned, holding his blade out in challenge.
The vamprie scowled, and limping slightly, took three running steps to the side and jumped up onto the nearby roof. Nikolai did not hestitate to follow him up there.
As if running through air and then hitting the concrete roof and continuing his run, Nikolai kept his katzbalger at the ready, chasing after the vampire, who was almost at the other side of the roof. He turned around, and in a burst of speed, Nikolai caught up to him.
The vampire, desperate, threw the knife at Nikolai, who seemed about to connect with it... but not how the vampire wished.
He snagged the knife out of the air and hurled it back, the blade landing almost instantly in the vampire's eye socket, the wound spurting black ocular fluid and causing him to scream and gurgle as the fluids leaked into his mouth.
Nikolai's sword wound up splitting the vampire's sternum a half a second later, simply to silence the fool. His heart torn asunder by the katzbalger, Nikolai knew it was safe to rip the sword from the vampire's chest, and as a measure of safety, took the blade and lopped off the vampire's head.
Nikolai looked up, across the room, and found the fresh head on its plaque, a personal trophy amongst scores of others. Nikolai was a professional... and he was damn good at his job.
"Just meat for the grinder..." Nikolai said, his voice, which came from between smirking lips, thick with Russian accent.
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