Okay, I'm new here, and I've read through the general rules and everything, so I hope I'm not breaking any! If I am, please feel free to give me a friendly slap on the wrist and I will cease.

I'm looking to explore more of a plot I've had in my head for a while now. If anyone is interested, here it is:

Daniel is a young Vampire who was turned when he was 17 (10 years ago.) His surrogate sister, Tess, is a werewolf who was turned at the same time. They travel together, watching out for one another and trying to stay one step ahead of hunters or rival clans.

They come to a small town and look to set up there for a while, and there they meet humans who affect them more than they'd expected.

World: modern-day fantasy. Characters can hail from high school, college, the workforce, anything. Hunters, vamps and werewolves have to conceal what they are around humans in their society. Possible underground scene where they can meet in packs or groups, but most humans will have no clue they exist.

This is open to one or two human players. Gender doesn't matter... I'm going to see where the story takes us. Anything is open-ended, such as eventual transformation of the humans, romance, or rivalries. Also, if anyone wants to step in as a hunter, a rival vamp or werewolf, feel free. Again, gender not important.

I think I'd cut off the sign-ups right around the 5 person mark or so. After that it might get too confusing. As of now, my ideal would be: a male human, a female human, a hunter (whatever gender), and either two rival vamps, two rival werewolves, or one of each. Gender doesn't matter for them either.

Well, let me know if you're interested! Sorry if the plot sounds a little Twilighty. I'll try to be original, promise. Here are the blurbs on Tess and Daniel below (if it's not allowed for me to play both siblings, let me know... I didn't see any rules on there, but I could have missed it.)

Daniel Vincent Lancaster: Tall, messy black hair and teal eyes. Pale, since he's a vamp. He's quite aloof and mellow, bordering on cold to those he doesn't know (which is just about everyone.) He may be more deep than he lets on, but he's a master at hiding his emotions. Prefers to be called Vince.

Tess Lily Lancaster: Wavy brown hair, and gold eyes. Short and athletic. Tess is much more brooding and hard to approach, and barely ever smiles. She seems to have a chip on her shoulder and is fiercely protective of her brother. She lost her mate to a hunter and has a hard time opening up to others as well... though she's a lot less friendly about it than Vince.

So, hit me up if you want to join up =) I'll make a note in this thread once it's full. I have no problem being directive with this plot and introducing new twists and turns, but if anyone else feels the urge to add something in, again feel free... so long as nothing happens involving alien abductions or portals to 1417, I'm very open-minded XD

Name:
Gender:
Age:
What are you?: Human, Werewolf, Vampire? Are you a hunter?
Personality and looks: Pics are fine here too.
Background: Family? Upper, middle, or lower class? Other quirks or important memories/experiences for your character? If you'd like to conceal this to reveal in-game, go for it.

Name: Terry Tanner
Gender:Male
Age: 18
What are you?: Human
Personality and looks: My avatar, yes its terry mcginnis. i havnt had time to change looks
Background: Dad was a blacksmith. Mom died in childbirth to his brother that also passed in the same year. He does odd jobs,and carries a blade that looks like the buster blade but only as long as half his arm. The rest will be revealed in game

Aw, shoots. I knew my newbness would result in confusion at some point! Very sorry... I failed to go into detail about something very basic, a la, the world setting. I was actually hoping for more of a modern day, people-who-aren't-human-need-to-be-secretive sort of setting. Is this still okay for you? There would be more of an underground scene of werewolves, vampires and hunters who play human and try to blend in with modern-day society. If this turns you off to the plot I apologize. I'll edit that into my original post now.

Name: Michael Underwood
Gender: Male
Age: 18
What are you?: Hunter
Personality and looks: Michael's life has made him often keep to himself. Michael is a bit cold and doesn't allow his emotions to influence his decisions. The only person he's close to is his uncle, who had taken care of him ever since he was baby. He has deep discrimination toward vampires and Werewolves.

This is him: http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z118 ... es/434.jpg

Background: Michael was born to a geneticist, Charles Underwood, and a hunter, Angelica Underwood. Michael's parents had the goal of trying to find a cure for vampirism and lycanthropy, and they were very far in their research and experimentation, but when Angelica became pregnant with Michael, their project had to be left alone. Charles was unable to finish the project by himself, but he could start a new project, one that he deemed better. he kept the project a secret from Angelica, and she was his test subject. He had plans on creating the ultimate being that could exterminate the creatures that plagued the earth. He tested on Angelica when she was asleep , and she didn't know what was going on.

Charles had been trying to infuse the genes of both the vampire and the werewolf into his pregnant wife. he saw as the perfect test subject, because of how agile and fit she was. Charles's calculations were wrong though, and his experiment had a high death rate of 90%. The transformation took months and months to start, but Charles had patience. Angelica was slowly figuring out every thing that was going on, and ended up killing Charles. After giving birth to Michael, Angelica died due to the experiment. Michael should have died though, but remained alive, and was raised by his uncle Nigel, who was a hunter. Charles's experiment had been a success though, because as Michael grew up, his agility and strength increased above human levels. His strength grew even strong with the consumption of blood and the rise of a full moon. he was deemed the name Outcast, because of what he was.

((Very cool concept. Thanks for joining =) If we can get at least one human in here then we can begin officially. If more humans or vamps/werewolves join in after the fact they can hop in wherever they see fit, and mark the thread as closed if we get too many people.))

Name: Miranda Hawthorn
Gender: Female
Age: 18
What are you?: Vampire
Picture: http://i459.photobucket.com/albums/qq31 ... _Anime.jpg
Personality: Open to others of her kind, keeps to herself. Hates Lycans, and Humans. Loves the night and the colors black and red. Most Humans think she;s just a gothis freak.
Background: She has no family, they're all dead. She hasn't told anyone though, she doesn't want to be kicked out of her large white house, located in a wealthy neighborhood. Upper class. Other things will be revealed later.

((OOC: thanks very much for the character submission! Both are accepted. Feel free to jump in, whether your characters are feigning as students in school or somewhere else in town taking care of their business. I'm probably going to hold off on much more Tess and Vince roleplaying until we finally get some action going in the classroom, otherwise it might end up a little redundant.))

Name: Nick Carver
Gender: Male
Age: 19
What are you?: Human.
Personality and looks: Tall-ish, long hair mostly tied back. He's pale, unhealthily thin and jumpy, all of these caused by insomnia, mild paranoia and spending a lot of time outside at night. Reasonably friendly, perpetually grinning. Can get angry quickly and at just about anything. Irrational and basically mad, though not from trauma. He just is. Permanently wears a dilapidated military jacket that always has bulging pockets.
Background: Has absolutely no idea of the Vampire/werewolf/hunter thing going on. Is only passing in town, wandering without any particular destination. No particularily notable events in his history. At the moment, he's looking for a job to get some money and move on.


EDIT: Added pale und 'unhealthily'. Maybe could be confused with an undead?

Name: Zyra Baneheart
Gender: Female
Age: Looks are 16 or 17
What are you?: Werewolf
Personality and looks: Shy but cunning, she is excellent in battle but not so much in talking with others. She doesn't enjoy being what she was. Why couldn't she be elegant like a vampire or just normal like a human? In her wolf form she is big and hairy, though she can't say her pelt is ugly.
Human Form

Wolf Form (Minus the Dagger and Add Black Elemental Fur Marking along her back, arms, and legs)

Background: Family? The never knew her family so she couldn't tell you about them.
memories/experiences for your character? She'd had many tragic happenings in her life but I prefer that the important ones get revealed as we go along.

((OOC: Okidoki folks. Let's get this show on the road. Apologies to those who posted a while ago. I'll PM everyone as well. I figure to make things easier I'm going to use this thread for the story as well, so that everything is all in once place. I don't have a problem with OOC questions in-thread so long as they're clearly marked as being OOC, and if no one else has objections I'll just keep everything in here.))

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Daniel Vincent Lancaster (or Vince, as he was so apt to call himself) opened his eyes at 7:30 a.m. exactly. Although he didn't technically need sleep, it was still nice to go through the motions. Sitting up and rolling off of his floor mattress, he cracked his neck and stretched out sore muscles.

He still found it strange that a vampire should feel sore in the mornings when getting up... he'd felt somewhat cheated when he'd realized that his kind could still feel pain, discomfort, and other petty annoyances. Tess was still asleep, of course, and seemed to be having a bad dream no less.

Making his way over to the bathroom, he rolled out his shoulder and looked at himself in the smeared and dingy mirror. A familiar pale face stared back from under messy dark hair. There were times he wished he COULD sleep. He could use with the mental break every so often. He heard a sound from the other room and turned his head slightly as Tess woke up.



Tess shot out of bed, panting and wild. It took her a few moments to remember where she was.

They'd moved into this shoddy excuse for a house barely a month ago, and she was still having trouble adjusting to the cold. It sneaked in through the cracks in the walls all too easily. Vince was giving her a bemused look from the restroom. He was already dressed in a white collared shirt and black jeans complete with black boots. He looked like he'd been ready to leave all night, and Tess was sure she looked like Hell with her hair in tangles and bags under her eyes. "Morning, sunshine."

"Come on," Vince said, rolling his eyes and tossing Tess some clothing. "We need to scope out this town sometime this century." Tess grumbled something or other back at him and began to get dressed. The mundane movements of the day were just enough to distract her.

The walk through town was miserable. Tess appreciated the leaves, which were gorgeous explosions of color in an otherwise dismal town. She knew though, that soon they would lay trodden by snow-covered boots beneath a layer of snow. She detested the winter.



Vince loved the winter. It was, hands-down, his favorite season. The walk through town was a secluded one, since they'd managed to find a place farther away from the heart of it. In the back of his mind, Vince wondered if the people here would be any different than the ones he and his sister had encountered across the world.

Although he knew he wasn't supposed to care, he couldn't help being disappointed at how petty and ridiculous humans were. Tess often reminded him that he, too, had been human not long ago, but it still bothered him. It seemed as if there were no people left in the world who could comprehend hardship, determination, honesty, or even muster up a hard day's work.

Cellphones and MySpace were the addictions of the now, and Vince found that the girls in particular brought the greatest distaste to him. Although the meat-head jocks weren't much better.

They neared a somewhat sad and dilapidated building. Vince's eyes raked the facility up and down. Paint was peeling off the wall and some lude graffiti was being painted over by a surly looking youth. It wasn't what he would call poverty, but it certainly could use some attention from the DOE.

"Are we going to be students in this town?" Vince asked in a whisper to Tess. Tess gave him a withering look that said, "Do we have to?" to which Vince laughed. He had to admit, going to school was probably their easiest choice... but it DID get mundane after a while.

Nick, following his usual routine when having arrived somewhere new, was checking the notable landmarks. Though, as he arrived before the school, the world "landmark" seemed a bit glamourous. Then again, so would the word "dump". He decided to ask some of the students about it, in case it was better than it seemed. Though if it was filled with raving zombies, it would have been better. Before doing anything, he checked that no-one was watching him and approached a likely couple.
"Good morning there! I do hope I'm not interrupting your conversation! I was wondering whether you could give any information on this ... fine... building? You know, your general opinion on it and any useful factoids that would be of interest to a prospective student, that sort of thing."
He grinned somewhat nervously and unthinkingly toyed with the razorblades in the pocket of his jeans.

[OOC: I'm changing my char's appearance slightly, check it out]

Tess shot a glance over at the newcomer, a somewhat jumpy young man who looked to be about their age. She lifted an eyebrow and shrugged. "We're new."

She was turning to leave with Vince caught her by the shoulders as he turned to face the questioner. He fixed an apologetic smile to his face, though he couldn't entierly keep the humor out of his voice when he said, "Sorry about my sister. She hasn't taken her medication today."

"Stop stealing lines from Aladdin," Tess grumbled under her breath, squirming and throwing the human an unfriendly look.

"What she meant to say, was," Vince said. "We're new too. Are you thinking of enrolling in Silverwood high as well?" Vince sort of thought this human was amusing in a quirky way, and was never one to brush aside something even vaguely entertaining. Tess threw him off of her at last and stalked off to the front office.

"Shall we follow?" Vince asked, flashing a grin for a second before downgrading it to a smirk. No humans were smart enough to think anything of his pronounced canines (or his provoked canine sister), and he figured this was no different. Pushing his luck was just about all that kept these dry-as-toast routines fun.

As they talked, his eyes flicked all over the pair, taking in every detail at closer range. Flicking over Vince's face, he thought: Jesus Christ! Will you look at those teeth! They must have had some interesting parentage. Who said humans were descended from apes? Monkeys aren't known for tearing throats out.
Nick put his head on one side for a moment.
"Weeelll... I was hoping to that you'd be able to inform me, as it is never a good idea to rush into things, but I suppose that there is a certain attraction in being several people finding out at the same time."
He turned and looked at the building again.
"We should probably get after her, as she seems to know where to go even though you're not students here."
He started heading after Tess, closing his jacket pocket that contained several cans of lovely beer. Whoops, that wasn't very subtle, he thought. Better recover.
"So where do you hail from? This place doesn't seem to be the sort that attracts many people, does it?"

Michael Underwood
Hunter Gathering

Concealed identities entered the dimmed room without a word escaping their lips. In the center of the room, was a huge round table with several seats surrounding it. The hunter's of Silverwood had never had many gatherings before, but their numbers were dwindling, and the supernatural were increasing in numbers. Michael followed Nigel, his uncle to their seats while the others sat at their own. Michael slumped in his chair and crossed his arms, and seemed to be the youngest amongst the group. Michael was a little disgusted with the looks that were shot at him, but chose to respect the gathering. The oldest of all of the hunters, a hooded figure that was smoking across the room, spoke first.

"Hm. Nigel, shouldn't your abomination be attending school at the moment. Why do you insist on bringing him here when he's more like them than he is us. If I were you-" The hunter was interrupted.

"You're not me. And I don't think he's the reason why we've gathered here today, so let's change the subject, Cyrus." Nigel said. Cyrus was silent and Michael smiled a bit. Another hunter cleared his throat and began to speak.

"The numbers of our enemies are rising faster by the night, and we aren't enough to fight them independently. I suggests we go into groups of at least two hunters. We must only go up against the odds of 2 to 5, and if we get these monsters against each other, that will make our jobs easier." The hunter said, and after he spoke everyone nodded their heads at his proposal. "This gathering is over then." All the hunters exited the room and left the abandoned factory, deep within the forest.

"Finally." Michael said with exhaustion. Nigel gave him a disapproving look as they scattered from the others.

"Yes, you finally have to go to school." Nigel said chuckling.while Michael made a distasteful look.

"I guess so." Michael droned as they re-entered town.

Tess finished signing the last paper that the Registrar gave her and didn't look back as Vince and his new acquaintance entered the office behind her. "I'm set," she said simply, stepping aside for them to follow suit. She paid no mind to either of them as the registrar began to give information about the school, handing them the brochures that Tess had refused.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, processing the unique scents that were suddenly available to her. Perfumes, colognes, deodorants, pheromones and hormones, new leather, fabric softener, mints, morning breath, animal dander, bleach, hair product, makeups, new books, pencil shavings, rubber tires, fresh-cut grass. She shook her head out and zeroed in on the human scents underneath the amazing blanket of odors and aromas. Nothing seemed out of place so far, and she was relieved. Vince always seemed so sure, when they moved to a new town, that they would be absolutely safe from rival clans or hunters. His devil-may-care attitude got on her nerves at times.

"We're from London," Vince was saying to the slightly-jumpy human. "And before you ask, no... it's not really as enchanting as one is lead to believe. How about you?"

Nick's eyes blurred over the documents in front of him, checking for anything suspiscious. Reasonbaly sure that it was safe, he thoughtfully made up as many details about himself as he thought he could get away with. He glanced over at Tess, wondering how come she went first. Was she infroming the Registrar of something? Or of somebody? No, it must be coincidence, he had never been around here before, or done anything yet. He could do with a drink, he thought. Wait aren't schools against drinking? Better wait for him to be outside. First impressions are always important.
He turned to Vince, sctarching his jaw. "London, eh? Big place. Great nightlife, or so I'm told. Never been myself. As for me, I just come from some little town up north, by the coast. Nowhere special."
The Registrar was offering them them the documents by now. Nick accepted, he could do with a stop somewhere. And this guy seemed okay. For now.
As he pondered what sort of signature to invent, a thought struck him.
"So, what made you leave the wonderful capital of the glorious English nation? Some people spend their lives trying to get there, you know. And some of these lives are spent before they get there.

Michael thought that he'd be arriving as late as it would be possible for school, just to find that he was right on time. He sighed as he walked closer and closer to the school. Nigel had left him minutes ago, leaving him a doctor's note just in case he was late. Michael didn't fit in any particular group and wanted to keep it that way. He had always seen himself as being an outcast to all, and wanted to keep it that way. Upon entering, there were three students who looked new to town. Michael was curious as to who they were, but was cautious of what they could be. New people in town wasn't actually good news for the hunters since it meant more people to save and possibly new monsters that would be stalking the night. Michael walked passed the three and smiled slightly to be respectful, but he wished he could frown upon them though.

Michael walked into his anatomy class, that was just around the corner of the office, and took a seat in the back of the classroom.

"As I said," Vince continued, smiling at the other boy, "It's not quite as enchanting as they lead you to believe. Personal reasons to say the least." With that, he nodded and cast a surreptitious glance to Tess, who was glaring at him openly. He shot her a smile that said, 'oh, come on.' She rolled her eyes and stalked off down the hall again, not seeming to care if he was following her or not. "Fine, fine," he said to the boy, shaking his head. "My leash, commonly mistaken for my lovely sister, beckons. I didn't catch your name, though," he said, holding out his hand. "Daniel Vincent Lancaster. But if you call me Daniel, your life may come to an abrupt and sticky end, so Vince, please." Ahh, tasteless Vampire humor. There had to be some guilty satisfaction in life.



Tess threw her bag down in a seat near the back of her first class before crossing to the teacher and sliding her schedule across the table to him. He was a nervous man, balding and covered in plaid and khaki. He squinted at her slip of paper for at least two minutes before smiling wanly at her and telling her to take her seat.

She sat down heavily in her chair, rubbing her head vigorously. Perhaps she had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but she had the sinking feeling that something deeply unpleasant would be waiting for her today. Somewhere in her musings it occurred to her that she should check to see exactly what class she had just enrolled into. Anatomy, huh? Well, that wasn't surprising. Biology had been the subject she'd planned on majoring in as a human ten years ago.

Finally deciding to take a cursory glance around the class, Tess was met with the typical sight of a high school classroom. Skinny jeans and short skirts, Varsity Jerseys and the faint smell of pot permeating the corner of the room that held the black-clad stoners. Awful perfumes from the "chic-chicks" in the front of the room, and anxiety rolling off those who felt they didn't belong. She could tell from their posture who had a host of friends available to them and who didn't. Completing her mental round of the class, her eyes drifted to the young man sitting beside her, a few seats down. The two of them were the only ones occupying the very back row.

Now here was an unusual character. He didn't seem like one that fit in instantly to the norm here.

It was a force of habit, really, something as natural as breathing. Tess focused her senses, pushing them to a higher caliber, and took in a deep breath of air from his direction.

She felt slammed with cold shock instantaneously, and could feel her pupils dilating. What in the WORLD was this guy? She found herself openly staring at him in a half-shocked, half-threatened way, her eyes near-black from the involuntary widening of her pupils. His smell was wrong, all wrong. He was too many familiar things all at once, which made him the most unfamiliar and unnerving thing she had encountered yet.

The teacher was talking now, and Tess tore her eyes away, heart hammering as Vince slipped suavely into the class and grabbed a seat beside her, raising his eyebrows.

"Would the two new students like to introduce themselves?"



Vince rolled his eyes. What a question. Did ANY new student ever really WANT to introduce himself? He grinned and strolled up to the front of the room, with Tess behind him.

"Well, for starters," he said, brushing his black hair out of his eyes. "I prefer to go by Vince. My sister and I are from London." Never one to mince words, Vince stopped there and glanced over to Tess to continue.

"Tess is fine for me," she said, already uncomfortable with standing in front of the class, especially after her strange episode from moments earlier. A werewolf who was intimidated by a room full of soft, breakable humans... how sad. "Like Vince said, we're from London."

Oh, wow, she thought to herself. That wasn't redundant at all. After a very awkward pause, Vince quietly said, "Ta-daaah," and held one hand out as if unveiling a magic trick. There were a few snickers from around the class, and they were thankfully allowed to take their seats again.

Nick wished the two good luck as they went into the class. He had chosen not to attend anything yet, as he didn't need to until the paperwork had properly gone through. No point in rushing. He slouched through the school, taking in every detail, making a mental map of the place. As he did so, he suddenly felt a great thirst overcome him, and decided to head outside, where he leant against a wall in the most inconspicuous manner as possible, and pulled out a beer.
"Ahh, glorious beer. Where would I be without you? For truly, thou art refreshing, distracting and technically food. S'made from oats or something, innit? Yeah, it should count as food."
He scribbled that down on an old notebook and drank the beer. He caught someone looking at him and waved the beer around.
"What? What are you looking at? Put your eyes somewhere else or I'll tear them out, stick them on little wooden cocktail spikes and flick them and a promising french presidental candidate!"
Then, to himself:
"Bloody peasants. Better of decapitated. Hah!"
He then belched.

About a minute after Michael walked into class, one of the new students that he had seen walked in. Luck wasn't in Michael's favor when she took a seat in the same row as him. He didn't let his eyes wonder in her direction, at least not after a couple of seconds. When Michael looked from the corner of his eye, he could see that she was looking at him with a shocked expression. He didn't even budge, from the way she looked at him. Instead his eyes looked up to see another new student enter the classroom. His appearance had Vampire written all over it, and the worst part about it was, he took a seat in the same row as him also.

The teacher asked the two new students to introduce themselves. Michael didn't show it, but he shocked to that they were brother and sister, because the girl looked nothing like a Vampire. Michael took out a small notebook from his pocket and began to jot down some notes on the two. He only knew their preferred aliases, and where they came from, which wouldn't be enough. Before the two got back into their seats, Michael put the notebook away, and quickly raised his hand.

"Mr. Smith, may I please be excused to the bathroom?" Michael asked.

"Um . . . Okay, let me sign you a pass first." The jittery teacher replied. Mr. Smith scribble his signature on the pass before Michael could get up. Michael got up and walked to the teacher's desk with a near perfection to his step. When he exited the room, he pulled out his cellphone, so he would be ready to call Nigel when he got in the bathroom.