Just for you, Aether, and the raping machines. Hope you like it =D

Humans are a strange species, aren't they? In all of the history of the earth, the part that includes humans is minute. If you were to compare this history to the length of your arms, spread straight out, with it beginning at the fingertips of one hand and ending at the present, the fingertips of the other, you'd find that humans play a very tiny role. If you were to take a nail file and give one brush to the furthest nail of that hand, you would erase human existance completely. They are frail, they are fragile. Yet, in spite of all of this, they persist in their self-created importance. They build monuments, cities, fill books upon books with their history, their achievements, their victories. They are so very ignorant.

In spite of all of their technology, their sciences, their knowledge, they are so very naive. I say this because even as they live and go about their lives, a war is raging. If it didn't involve them, their ignorance would be understandable. But it does. Their kind have been casualities: their children, their friends, their parents. Mangled corpses found wrecked beyond recognition, bodies drained dry of all of their blood, or torn into a completely unrecognizable heap of meat and bone. None of the cases were ever solved. They got marked off as cold cases, left to collect dust on the back shelves. The body count continued to rise over first months, and then weeks. A serial killer, it was decided.

It took nearly half a year, but eventually, the flow of homicides began to slow, and then cease. People forgot. A year later, they're a distant memory for the general public; every once in a while, a new body will turn up, disturbingly like the others, but it'll be the only one in weeks upon weeks.

If they knew that the killers were the ones to thank, what would they say?

In the background, the story was unfolding from a very different perspective. Intertwined with, and seperated from, the peaceful society of the humans, the war was far from ceasing. The vampires, undead humans turned merciless hunters, are pitted bitterly against the werewolves, animalistic beasts that have lost their sense of humanity. In reality, both sides have completely forgotten how the fued began, but it's become so deeply ingrained in their instincts that reasons no longer matter. There's no set ending to this war; they know that they'll stop once every potential enemy is dead.

The vampires understood the need to keep their existance hidden. With technology advancing, humans would soon be more than capable of doing them great harm, even if currently they could do next to nothing. So they worked hard to try and keep the fued hidden from them, a background plot, something that would never spill over into their pleasant reality. However, the werewolves didn't care as much, and there were vampires who ignored this basic concept and killed openly. The bodies began to pile up, a result of carelessness on the parts of those involved in the war. Those of prestige within the vampire world, the royalty who oversaw them all, if you will, stepped in once the problem got out of hand, ending it swiftly and decisively. However, just as they had feared, the damage was done, although they didn't know it yet. The public was left unawares, but within the government suspicions boiled. Based on a few sightings, and the evidence left in the bodies, speculations were formed. A group was organized to confirm these suspicions. It took time, but after five months, a specimen was produced: a werewolf caught in the act of devouring a young man. Once the proof was there, action was immediate. A threat had been exposed, and had to be dealt with accordingly. A full organization was formed to hunt down these abominations, these monsters that threatened their way of life. They were to be quiet, quick, decisive. The public must never be allowed to know of it.

It took nearly a year of a lack of any success, although the group did find many of these creatures, time and time again. However, nothing seemed to work on them. The werewolves healed before any serious damage could be done unless they literally ripped them to pieces, and the strength of their bodies was such that this was incredibly difficult. As for the vampires, they were unable to even pierce their skin. It took a breach in security for them to realize what they needed; one unfortunate day, several of their "specimens" escaped, including a vampire, and a werewolf. When the two met, they immediately began to fight; to the amazement of the hunters, the wolf's claws and fangs were able to rip through the vampire's skin like it was nothing. Fortunately, the two slaughtered each other in the fight, wereas the others simply fled.

This led to a period of extensive testing and research. They learned that not only could werewolf claws and fangs rip through vampire skin, but the fangs of another vampire could as well. They began to develop weapons with samples they took from dead bodies; blades, bullets, anything they could. They found the substance to be incredibly strong, and even when fired out of a gun it maintained. They had a weapon now, and they put it to good use.




::Setting::

This is a modern-day fantasy setting. The main story will begin in a large city, with many large parks and the like scattered throughout. The setting will most likely change as the plot progresses.


::Roles::


There are three roles you can choose from in this roleplay; you can play as more than one character, so don't stress over the decision too much.

-Vampires-

These are the undead hunters forementioned above. They're humans who were turned by a bite from another vamp, and although they're definately different now, they maintain many of their human emotions and capacities. This means that they can be quite evil, or quite good, just as a human can. Vampires survive on blood; they can eat human food, much like a human could probably eat dirt if they have to. However, their bodies won't accept it for long, and they almost always end up throwing it back up; it tastes horrible to them. The blood they drink can be either animal or human. Human blood is preferred by most, because of it's highly preferable taste and smell. The blood they drink often influences how they develop; the blood-drinkers have generally been noted to be more vicious and animalistic. Their eye colour changes depending on two things: firstly, how long it's been since they last fed, and secondly, what type of blood they drink. Animal blood will cause gold eyes; human blood will cause red. As they get hungrier and hungrier, this colour darkens until it eventually turns black. All newborn vampires start with crimson eyes; it gradually turns gold, if they choose to feed on animals.

In terms of physical appearances, the most noticeable thing is their beauty. Like carnivorous flowers, which look and smell attractive to the insects that they feed on, vampires are graced with an unnatural beauty and a sweet scent that never seems to leave them, for the purpose, of course, of luring humans. They don't actually have "fangs", per say. However, their teeth are extremely strong and sharp, although by appearance they're perfectly normal. Their skin is perfectly white, like snow.

In terms of their abilities, they're mostly physical advantages they gained when they were turned. Their strength and speed are inhuman, and all of their senses are heightened. They no longer need to breathe (but the ones who interact with humans will often do it for appearance's sake). Their mouths produce a toxin much like humans produce saliva, and it looks much the same; it's this toxin that turns humans into vampires. If the human if left alive, the toxin will slowly spread through their body, starting at the point of contact. The person will be in excruciating pain, like a burning, for three days, until the change is complete, and the toxin finally stops their heart.

Vampires are immortal, and never age a day after they're changed.

-Werewolves-

Werewolves are the ancient result of black magic gone wrong. In ancient days, shamans communicated with the spirits of animals and nature through arts now lost to much of the world. Werewolves came about as the result of an experiment, in which one shaman attempted to take the spirit of a wolf into his own body, planning to overpower the other spirit and use it for battle. However, the experiment failed; instead of overcoming the spirit of the animal, the two fused into one, inside of the same body. The magic was alight in the man's veins, and it passed on through his children, spreading as his family line did.

The full moon has an effect on werewolves. It doesn't make them transform without wanting to (the transformation is more or less voluntary; they only can't control it when their instincts take over). However, it does influence how they act and feel. The spell that cursed the old shaman was performed on a night when the moon was full, when magic flowed strongest through the air. As the moon slowly grows, the animal part of the werewolves gains more and more influence; likewise, as it wanes, they become more human. During the new moon is when they're most like other humans. However, even when their animal part is only small, they're nothing like regular people. They're too animalistic, too instinctual. Humans are prey, vampires are enemies, and that's all their is to that. Although they're capable of emotions, they're basic and minor. Friendly, or even non-hostile, interaction with any other species, or even often with wolves from another pack, is unheard of.

In terms of appearances, when they're human, they look just like any other human would, save for a wildness about their face and movements. When they transform, they look much like greatly oversized wolves. The first werewolves sighted were believed to be small bears. Their fur colour is often decided by their hair colour. Werewolves are unnaturally strong and fast, and heal at an incredible rate. They have heightened senses, and are able to communicate with the other members of their packs with thoughts, but only when they're in their wolf bodies.

Wolves are also immortal.

-Humans - Regular-

This is obvious. The humans, mostly, don't know anything about the vampires or the werewolves, or the secret group bent on killing them off. Chances are, you're just a regular joe-blow who somehow got caught up in all of this.

Humans are the only race capable of magic; vampires can't use it because of their undead state. It hurts them, and rejects any attempts they make at using it. Werewolves are too animal to be able to make it work for them. Humans can use it, though it takes either a huge amount of practice, or an ability they were born with. Most of the magic available today has been adapted and altered from the magic used by the shamans in the old days.

-Humans - Hunters-

These are the members of the organization created by the government to destroy the monsters that have been threatening their society. They all have training, normally both from their lives before joining and from what they recieved afterwards. They're all completely aware of the situation taking place, though for the most part, the information they've recieved doesn't tell the whole story. The government wants as few people in on the reality of the issue as possible.

They utilize the adapted weaponry that uses the properties of the vampire fangs, and the werewolf fangs and claws, as well as conventional weaponry. Aside from this, they're just like any other human; they're also fully capable of magic.


::Rules::

Neccessary. Suck it up.

1. No godmodding, no making any damn Mary-Sues. Seriously.

2. Cursing and such is allowed, but keep it decent, please. You don't need to be dropping the f-bomb every couple seconds to get the point across that you're pissed.

3. Your character can die. I'm gonna let people judge this for themselves for the most part; be realistic about it, please. If you know you ought to be dead, then die. If I see people getting ridiculous about this, I'll step in and use my awesome GM powers on ya.

4. No auto-hitting or anything of the like. It's retarded.

5. Keep active. If you're gonna be gone for a while, PM me and say something. If you're gone for a week and don't post and you should be, and you haven't given an explanation, you'll be kicked out.

6. Keep OOC conversation to the damn OOC thread.


::Profile Skeletons::


Name:

Age (keep it realistic to your species and role. No fifteen-year-old Hunters, for example):

Gender:

Species:

Abilities:

Weapons (if human)/Blood Preference (if vampire):

Physical Appearance (Detailed; at least a parapraph):

Personality (Detailed; at least a paragraph):

History (Detailed; At least two paragraphs*):

Other (Anything else?):



*If you'd rather that your character's history wasn't revealed until later, let me know and we'll discuss it.


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Name: Benjamin "Sonata" Black

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Species: Human Hunter

Abilities:

Eagle Eye: Benjamin is more well versed in guns than many. He is a renowned sniper and pistoleer, able to make a crack shot with a pistol or a rifle from at least 100 yards away.

Hair-Trigger Reflexes: Due to his exceptional abilities with rifles, his reaction time is swifter than most. He can typically react much more quickly than your average human.

Basic Training: On top of his amazing aim and reflexes, he has received the typical training for all agents of his division. Running, jumping, dodging, strafing, climbing crawling, any physical abilities necessary for being a good agent.

Magic Bullet: This is Benjamin's trump card. Through intense training with magic and firearms, Benjamin has developed a magic solely based off of the firing of a bullet from his rifle. Upon firing, the bullet leaving the gun is fired with more force than the gun can physically supply, increasing the speed and power of the bullet. It also is bound together by magic resulting in a much more physically durable bullet. Due to the magic of it firing, the bullet leaves a blue tail of magic behind as a comet. This makes it much easier to spot for the use of his next ability: The Ricochet.

The Ricochet: This ability typically goes hand in hand with the Magic Bullet. Being able to keep up with his bullet means that he can focus on his bullet for his most powerful ability, known as the Ricochet. Benjamin can change the trajectory and the direction of his bullets completely, meaning for example, they could go from firing in a straight line to doing a 180° turn, coming back around and hitting to target that may have dodged the bullet in the first place. This effect coupled with Magic Bullet means Benjamin could very well hit two or even three targets with the same bullet.



Physical Appearance: Benjamin often wears a nice black suit, often taking off his nice dress jacket for any action. In fact, he rarely keeps a jacket on. For an PTC agent, he is a very messy dresser, keeping his shirt untucked and his tie loose around his neck.

Personality: Benjamin has a somewhat morbid personality, taking no remorse whatsoever in taking a life, especially that of an abomination since they deserve to die. While sniping, he enjoys whispering, reciting, or even singing show tunes or children songs; anything with a cheerful tune or some song that he likes. While he has a happy disposition, it is often in a dark way that is reflected by sick pleasure he gets in pulling the trigger of his rifle.

History: Benjamin had always had a love for guns. Ever since the first bee bee gun he got when he was 10. He worked hard make sure he was the best at firing it. As far as Benjamin and his family was concerned, firing a gun had a lot to do with their livelihood since they lived in the woods all by themselves. They had to feed themselves through hunting, oftentimes. However, Benjamin soon found out the hard way that by living in the forest, they were not on the top of the food chain.

One night on a full moon, the howls of wolves were easily apparently as they echoed through the cool, crisp autumn air. His father and his mother were panicking, trying to get everything ready for something. The howling was getting closer and closer. His father grabbed his musket. In the distance of the nearby trees, red eyes stared at them from the darkness. His father slammed the door, ordering little Benjamin and his wife to go upstairs and hide in the attic. They were here now. Just Benjamin had ran up the stairs to the attic, he heard the crashing sounds of shattering class and snapping wood. He heard a single gunshot, but that was all. Benjamin's mother wasn't yet up the attic stairs before they had made their way to the second floor. In a last ditch effort to save her son, she pulled up the attic stair and let the door on the ceiling slam shut, keeping Benjamin safe as long as they didn't realize how to pull a cord and get the door open. He pulled the cord up to him, making sure it wasn't dangling so that they couldn't try and pull on it. Just as grabbed the cord, he heard a sickening snap and a scream from below. Benjamin started crying silently. Tears streamed down his cheek, but he didn't let out a sound for fear that they would come for him.

As the morning sun peeked through the forest trees and into the window of the attic, Benjamin woke up. He was alive. The beasts were gone. As Benjamin forced open the attic door and threw down the stairs, he noticed blood. It was everywhere. The walls, the ceilings, the floor, the windows. There was a trail of blood leading down the stairs and out the door of their home. The trail went as far as the trees. He was all alone now. He wasn't sure what to do, so he simply did his daily activities with a blank stare on his face. He was a hollow shell of his former past, simply running through the motions as a machine. He did this for two weeks before somebody found him. His uncle, who often came once or twice a month, came to see the horror and gore of what had become of the house. The blood was no old and black. A horrible stink filled the home. His uncle knew what had happened and was surprised to find Benjamin alone and alive. He took the boy back to his home in the city, raising him there.

It had been years later. Benjamin developed into a great marksman and an overall fine human being. Every night though, he often found that he had dreams of that night. He wanted revenge. He had been studying as a marksman for years and eventually practiced with the occult to improve his own abilities. It hadn't been long before he enlisted in the military, becoming a well-known sniper in his battalion and eventually, throughout the military.

It didn't take long for the military to find out about his past, and he was soon transferred to the PTC. They figured that his instinctual hate for werewolves would be instrumental in helping to annihilate them as well as the vampire race. Now he fights for them, trying to rid the world of the menace of Werewolves, or anything else the PTC deems a hazard to the human race. He lives to serve them, only knowing that they will lead him to the ones that killed his family.

Other: Benjamin is a rifle enthusiast. He collects rifles big and small, new and old. He typically picks a different rifle depending on the situation or the mission he's going on one he knows the spec of the mission.

He always, however, carries the same two pistols on his sides regardless of the situation. The .454 Casull Automatic Handgun (Casull for short) and the 13 mm Automatic Anti-Freak Combat Pistol, better known as Jackal. These pistols are far more powerful than a regular pistol. They fire a bullet with a lot of power, making it suitable for long range. If anybody ever took a bullet from either of these pistols from short range, it would very likely not end well for them.

Name: Wayland Trouver

Age: 93 (Turned at the age of 21)

Gender: Male

Species: Vampire

Blood Preference (if vampire): Animal blood, preferably large mammals.

Abilities: All Abilities already given to Vampires.

Physical Appearance: Wayland is tall, standing at 6'5" and weighing in at a toned 240 pounds of almost pure muscle. His features are chiseled, placing shadows in certain places which makes his features more noticeable. He has somewhat short blond hair, long enough to spike it, and just short enough to do so without looking like a freak. His eyes were a sapphire blue, giving off almost an electric aura in every single kind of lighting, though that was a long time ago... Now that he has been changed, his eyes are golden with black lines coming from his pupil to the edge of his iris.

His skin was tanned when he was first bitten, though it's the snow white wich is predominate with his kind. He has a large tribal tattoo which goes from his lower biceps on both arms, across his chest and around his back. Around the middle of his back, the lines seem to meld into a Celtic cross to represent the tree of life. This tattoo took at least 3 months to be fully complete, slightly freaking out the people who worked on it due to the fact he didn't bleed much. He has a birth mark on his left knee, and tends to look like a dragons head of some sort if you look at it at just the right angle.

He normally wears jeans with a black, woven belt. His shirt choice normally range from Band t-shirts, to collard polo's of some sort. His main choice in color would be around the darker area of the color spectrum, normally black or maroon. He also wears a black jacket which is made out of a leather material when he's out and about. He is also seen quite often with an old pair of aviator glasses with a bit of history in them. He also Wears an old pair of, weather torn tennis shoes which he seems to never get rid of even though multiple people have told him to. Some have even gone to lengths to hide them from him.

Personality: Wayland is a very charismatic person, having an uncanny ability to get nearly anyone to follow him into just about anywhere. Most of the time, he's very laid back and doesn't talk much, slanting toward the mysterious type in a way. He's very protective of his friends and who he considers his "family", putting their lives on a much higher level than his own, and would gladly throw his own life away to save them. He's a very kind and loving person, having never met a stranger before in his life. He's very easy to get a long with, though he's rediculously shy at times. These times normally show up when he's around women, and they don’t always play in his favor.

History: Wayland grew up in a town outside the one he lives in now, a small suburb. He grew up in an abusive family, his father attacking him either verbally or physically almost every chance he got. Wayland never had a moment rest and always grew up thinking he was the lowest peace of filth on earth, though this somehow didn't effect his personality one bit. He grew up as a great kid, always getting compliments from his friends' parents or his teachers.

He found a home in sports, finding ways to release the pent up rage which coursed through his veins as he reached a later age and finally began to grow tired of his fathers constant put downs. He quickly became entranced with Football, finding it to be the one sport which rage was something needed on a constant basis. Wayland ended up getting a college scholarship to the city which dwarfed his own not too far from his own home town. He attended the college for two years, though his transformation took place halfway through his third year in college.

After just ripping a new hole in another team during one of their games, Wayland and his teamates decided to have a "little" party. None the less, they got entirely wasted, Wayland drinking a little more than the others just for some sick pride he held when around them. After a good night of bullshitting, he decided to stumble back to his dorm room, though this wasn't the smartest thing on earth to do. As he walked down the short, seemingly safe, street to his dorm, he was attacked by three males. Without his senses fully intact, he couldn't do much damage. The one thing he could reamember was throwing a full force punch into the side of a guys jaw, and it didn't even faze him.

They quickly pulled him to the ground and proceeded with draining some blood from his neck, dragging him behind some bushes before doing so. He was smart enough to put two of his fingers over the holes, limiting some of the blood which was flowing from his neck, though this wasn't enough. With his alchohol level and pain coming at him full force, even though the pain sobered him up quite quickly, he was lucky enough to even be able to breath. The three days which ensued hurt more than any two-a-day workout he had ever been through in his life. Police patrols went through the time on a redundant scheduel, but it was difficult for him to yell out for one of them to help. On the third night when everything began to slow down, he rolled out of his hiding spot and laid there for a good few minutes.

A girls voice came out of no where, one of the cheerleaders or something. She ran up to him just in time to roll him over and look into his black eyes. Instinct took over and Wayland lashed out at her, flipping her over on her back and quickly sinking his fangs into her neck. Within minutes, he drained her body of its blood, snuffing out the light of her life in just a few quick minutes. As he regained control of his body, he quickly realized what he had done, and slowly started to grasp onto what he was now. The light which shone above him seemed to burn him in the cool night air, and his knowledge of all the movies he used to watch kicked in. He quickly realized who the people were that attacked him, why he had the scars on his neck, and why all of this had just happened.

He immediately bolted to his room, moving extrodinairely faster than ever, and ripped away the police tape. He twisted the knob on the door, and broke it. He immediately began packing his things and throwing them into a bag, only necessities though. He moved as far away as possible from the campus, and was immediately picked up by a group of vampires as he entered the core of the city. They gave him a room and began to explain everything which had happened to him over the past four days. The one thing that shocked him the most was the fact he wasn't going to be able to live the life he had been. No more family, no more friends. He had to start over new and leave the past unless he truly wished to be killed by either a werewolf, or a human hunter. Everything he once worked for was now useless and a complete waste of time, he had to leave it all behind.

((There are a few tid bits of info which I left out, mainly due to the fact i'm going to mention them while in the RP ^^))

Other: He's an avid music junky, listening to just about every known genre of music known to mankind. He picked up the guitar and learned how to play it 10 years back, still not perfect at it, but he's pretty good. He works on cars regularly, namely one which he stole off out of a junk yard which was about to get trashed. He has restored it to a pristine condition and takes pride in it. It's slightly odd for a Vampire to use such transportation, but his taste in cars hasn't faded at all.
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Well, I´m out of RPs so why not give it a try though I´ll have to finish this once I´m home XD

Name: Rain

Age: Irrelevant

Gender: Male

Species:Werewolf

Abilities: All the basic ones like unnaturally strong and fast, and heal at an incredible rate but also he has the ability to go Berserk: fights with reckless abandon and disregard to even his own life and to fight with fearless rage and indifference but in this state all his stats almost double.

Physical Appearance (Detailed; at least a parapraph): Lycan: http://www.genv.net/files/gallery_images/lycan_0.jpg

Human: In humna form Rain is an avarage looking person as any other. He is a bit higher than usual but nothing unseen and there are still many people that are even taller than him. He weights about seventy six kilos and has a muscular body though not that much. He has green/blue eyes and short raven black hair. He mostly wares a black cloak with a hood over his head that hides nost of his face. Underneeth he usually wears a black T-Shirt on which he wares a chainmail. His pants arer mostly the same colour as the cloak and the rest of his clothes. On his arms he has a pair of bracers that he uses in close quarter combat.

Personality (Detailed; at least a paragraph): Rain is a mysterious and almost enigmatic person. His mood swings from happy and careless to brutal and vicious and everything in between. He can be joyful and sarcastic but also cold and sadistic. He isn´t what you might call lazy but he never really shows any interest in anything that is happening around him but he won´t ignore it either. He is extremely curious about almost anything any anyone he meets sometimes to the point of being annoying or worse but he doesn´t care. In his wolf state he acts solely on primal instincts and senses. He has no remorse for what he is doing and feels no emotions towards anyone or anything. He just kills.

History (Detailed; At least two paragraphs*):Rain is one of the oldest werewolves there are and he is a direct descended form the original werewolf bloodline. Living for countless centuries he adapted to the world of humans and lived among them ever since he could. They are mere prey to him and he also takes them that way. Throughout the time he also faced another inhabitant of the human world, the vampires. Rain can´t say he truly hates them but he never shows otherwise. Killing vamps on sight is nothing unheard of for him though he doesn´t intentionally seek confrontation, he mostly fights when provoked or angered but from time to time he does it just for fun.

In reality Rain doesn´t even remember the time of his first life as he calls it. It was the period of him still being a human and preparing to, live only one life, once but from the moment he discovered he was a werewolf he decided to forget what and who he was so he can live as the person or thing he now is. Throughout the time he “adapted” a technique called berserk. He can use it only in his wolf state but it a passively activated ability that starts and ends on its own and he has no control over it.

Rains real name got lost in time and he got his “new” name, or nickname, because of the way he acts during rainy days. He only bluntly stares up at the skies and does almost nothing for the whole day and he even ignores vampires and humans during that time. Some consider it his weakness to act that way during that time but they never saw his rage once provoked during rain. Some say the rain is sacred for him in some way and Rain himself sometimes wonder if it really is something meaningful to him but this habit is the only thing that remained unchanged from the day of old when he was still a human.


Other (Anything else?): Rain is very skilled in close combat fighting and has no weapons (in human from). He deems them unhonourable. During rainy days he is mostly passive to everything but in this time it is most likely for the berserk ability to get triggered really fast.

Name: Layla Jones

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Abilities: None.

Physical Appearance: She has long brown, sharp curls that stretch to a little above elbow length. She has very pale, fair skin and deep brown eyes. She is about 5’4 and has a very small, slim figure. The features of her face are very soft and smooth and she has full, pink lips.

Personality: Layla is polite and kind, especially to those she isn’t familiar with. In fact, at first, she can seem rather shy. But as time passes you see she’s just as sweet as she seems, but all together more social then she lets on. She’s very stubborn and can be very impulsive when she is angered. She’s usually fairly laid back and is quick to think but doesn't always say what's on her mind. She tries her best not to show too much emotion and usually does well doing so.

History: Layla was raised by her father and him alone. Her mother walked out of both their lives when she was very young and she has very little memory of her. He father never speaks of her hasn't ever informed his daughter of why his wife left or where she had gone, and Layla is just fine with that. She could see the obvious pain it caused her father and didn't care to know much about a woman who would cause him such agony.

Layla had grown up in a very decent envirement. Her father's career as a doctor did a fair job of paying the bills but not so much that Lalya lost her sense of humility and generosity. She had lived and gone to school in a small town an hour or so outside of the city and had done well in sports and grades there. She was a single child and her father worked all hours of the day and most of the nights so she was accustomed to being on her own. She had many friends from where she lived, but was ready for a change so she decided to move into the close by city. She had always lived such a guarded simple life and wanted to see what else the wolrd had to offer.

Other: Hmmm. Nothing comes to mind . . .

Name;; Kurt Cole

Age;; 15 when turned, sixty years ago.

Gender;; Male

Species;; Vampire

Abilities;; Kurt is very fast and extremely proficient at climbing. He can move silently and is almost never noticed when hunting.

Physical Appearance;; Kurt is slim and average height. He is white-blonde hair and a very serious face, which is snow-pale. He drinks human blood so his eyes do take on a crimson sheen; underneath that, they are deep brown. Kurt has several scars and cuts; one of these is a noticeable crescent moon shape under his right eye. He is strong enough to win some fights but as a younger vampire he is not particularly tough.

Personality;; Kurt is quiet and a loner. He doesn't like pack hunting and usually sticks by himself in the wild rather than find others of his kind. He believes in honourable killing - treating the body like it is special rather than just dumping it in a ditch. After the human is dead, he will usually mark the forehead with blood in the shape of a cross, fold the arms over the chest and close the eyes.

Blood Preference;; Human

History;; Kurt doesn't like remembering his past. Sixty years ago he was a fifteen year old boy, and he should be seventy-five, but in his case the vampiric toxins prevented him from ageing emotionally too. Although he does behave older than a teenager, he is still nothing like a seventy-five year old man - although age is irrelevant in his case.

Kurt came from Northern England; a small family who were never very rich. They have all died, but he doesn't know this since he has never seen them since he was turned. It happened one night when he was walking home - the vampire pounced on him and bit him, intending to feed, but was disturbed midway, (Kurt has never known by what), and left. He lay in agony for three days, unnoticed in the isolated spot where he had been attacked. When he was finally undead, the vampire came back and found him and he learned what had happened. After only a year, he left the vampire who had turned him and struck out on his own.

Other;; Kurt hardly ever smiles. He hasn't talked with anyone properly for many years and prefers his own company to that of any other.

Can I assume that since there was shamanistic magic at some point in the past, that there is some presence of magic in the present?

Name: Anabelle Quandry

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Abilities: Celtic magic and protection. General attractability and likability.

Physical Appearance: Anabelle has long dark reddish-brown hair and wide hazel eyes. Her lashes are thick, but lack the sense of allure that most women give off when their eyes are thus and giving off a far more innocent appeal. She is slightly above average height (5' 6") and a fairly curvaceous build. Her skin is pale, pale enough that her people compare her to the vampires of legend (none alive, as far as they have ever told, have ever seen a vampire). Her lips are a pale pink and a brushing of freckles dusts he cheekbones and nose. She has the kind of face that makes it hard to wrap your hands around her neck and wring the life out of it, but a scent that makes you very much want to.

She wears simple sundresses in bold colors and silver bangle earrings as well as various pouches and stones on her person. Around her neck hangs a Celtic knot with an amethyst in it, her favorite stone, meant to clear the mind.

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Personality: Ana is outgoing but unassuming. She believes very firmly in the goodness in all people and is a part of many activist groups for understanding and equality. It is virtually impossible to make her angry or upset, she has a very calm head in any situation, although this quality isn't largely tested. She got good grades all throughout school, not due to brains, but due to hard work and always doing her homework!

She does, however, have a fiery temper at times, something that is at odds with her overall pleasantness. No one is very sure where it comes from, or when it is going to come into play, and for what reason.

History: Her family follows the traditional Celtic ways and rituals, but it is little more than going through the motions. While it is a valued part of their culture, the stories are told for entertainment and are largely disregarded. Once a powerful family of magic workers, they are now weakened by the fact that the simply don't believe it anymore. The stones and baubles are worthless...except to Ana. She is one of few Quandrys who actually believe in the things they do.

Raised by her healthy mother and father, Ana grew up happily. There was no great mystery or suffering in her past, the only significant thing being that she is training to become priestess of their family coven someday. It is a day she longs for and cherishes, as she hopes to spread her faith in the goddess and the world around her to the new generation of believers. The poor girl is unaware how surrounded by lies and emptiness she is...

Other: If you know anything about the Celtic and Wiccan religions, you will know the magic she uses. It is a subtle magic that draws from the earth around to create your will. The system depends wholly on balance and anything misused will take it's own back from you.

The magic she uses doesn't have to be a major part of the role play, and probably wont be. It's not something that could directly kill a person, let alone a Vamp or a Wolf. It's basic purpose is to cause some resistance in the creatures who would kill her, to give her a chance in a world of bigger enemies.

The one most useful spell she has is a protection spell done over every newborn babe of her family. It is a spell created by the shamans who witnessed the transformation long long ago. It marks her as kin to the wolves, it tricks their instincts into putting her into the right of three categories in their feral minds. This spell has no use against Vampires.

Hmmm. I think I might also play a werewolf...not sure though.

This is fantastic. I never expected to get such a great response so quickly; you're all accepted, just keep in mind, those of you who have incomplete profiles, you need to finish those up quickly. Desperado, bear in mind that although your character may have had blue eyes as a human, their main eye colour would be either red or gold now, depending on their feeding habits.

Blade, you can have a picture, as long as it's realistic.

*I've added a new section to the profile, only for vampires or humans. Take a looksy if it applies to you >>


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Name: Isabelle Brisson

Age: 148 years since she was born, and she was turned at the age of eighteen.

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Abilities: All of the regular abilities that bless the vampires: unnatural speed and strength, unearthly beauty, heightened senses, and a strong natural armor. Apart from her racial abilities, however, she's nothing special in particular at all.

Blood Preference: Animal

Physical Appearance: Bella (as she prefers to be referred to as), has dark, crimson-red hair that falls in straight, choppy layers down to near her shoulders, with bangs brushing just above her eyes. She doesn't pay much attention to it, seeing as, even as a vampire, she doesn't much care. However in spite of her lack of proper maintenance, it stays straight and maintains an appearance of being well-kept. Like all vampires, her skin is white, though not the sort of white one may associate with illness. The lack-of-colour seems more reminiscent of porcelain, or snow. She's somewhat short, standing at 5' 3", with a slender build, weighing about 113 lbs; she seems soft, but her body is actually rather well-toned. Again, it comes with the species.

Bella's eyes were once a bright, stormy blue, but since she's been turned that detail has changed. Since she feeds on animals, her eyes are now a deep gold, like liquid topaz. This colour, of course, slowly and gradually darkens as she grows more and more hungry; they reach pure black at about two weeks. Her outfits are nothing special, and have changed with the decade she's been living in. Right now, she sports mainly black, rocker tees and tank tops, decorated with abstract designs; her favourite sports something resembling a white rose with red thorns. Her preference aside from that are normally jeans or jean shorts, although she's been known to deviate slightly with this. Her jeans are normally not in the best of conditions. For shoes, she always wears either sneakers or her favourite, a pair of old, worn-out combat boots. She sports a black, silver-studded belt around her hips, and her thin wrists are adorned with punk-style bracelets. A black ribbon choker, with a small ruby clasped and dangling from the front, is her favourite possession, and she always wears it. Out of all the potential styles that she could have chosen for herself in this time period, this one easily suited her best.

Personality: Fiery and outgoing with those that she's comfortable around, Bella has never been the type to keep quiet when she has something on her mind. In fact, she's known to be quite the opposite, always eager to give her input on a situation. However, when it comes to people that she's not familiar with or comfortable being near, her personality changes radically. She becomes polite and quiet, her words carrying a cold edge whenever she has to speak. She's extremely slow to trust and depend on anyone else (which is probably a result of a century and a half of fending for herself), but once a person has managed to break down this barrier, she's unendingly loyal, and will vicously defend the people with her life.

In her normal life, she's known to be a very honest person, often to the point of bluntness, which makes lots of people see her as a bit of a bitch. She doesn't mean badly (usually), she simply doesn't feel the need to sugar-coat anything for someone else's sake. Of course, being a vampire, she's also an extremely skilled liar (she's had a lot of practice). She can be quite sarcastic at times, which doesn't help with her unpleasant image. She doesn't particularily enjoy being a vampire, although she doesn't hate it.

History: Bella's life before she was turned was average for the time. Her family was upper middle-class, which meant she had access to education and other opportunities that most young woman her age didn't. She was comfortable, and more or less happy; her parents had arranged for her to be married, and her fiance was a man of prestige, a good man who she fell in love with quickly. She was nothing extraordinary, her life unexceptional in many ways.

There came to be a time, approximately five months before her wedding was scheduled, when an outbreak of homicides began in her city; bodies were found mangled beyond recognition, or burned to crisp husks and left lying on the streets. There was never any evidence found at the scenes, and they were never able to find even a single suspect. As days, and then weeks passed, and no killer was found, precautions were put into place to try and remedy the situation. After noting that many of the bodies seemed to appear at night, and this was the time people most frequently disappeared, a curfew was set in place. It was effective, more or less; whoever was killing off these people seemed to have some odd aversion to the daytime.

About a month and a half before her wedding, Bella was visiting with an old friend who lived out of town and had come to visit once, hoping to have some time with her before she was wed. Bella stayed with her until the early hours of the morning, the sun still far from rising; in spite of her friends fervent debating, she decided to go home. She knew her parents would worry if she wasn't in her bed when they awoke. Unfortunately, this night, she wasn't destined to make it back. She'd been out walking after curfew before, many times. She'd been scolded for it badly, but nothing serious had ever come of it. Tonight, she was greeted by an odd man with snow white skin, perhaps the single most beautiful man she'd ever met in her life. His features were perfect, his voice like velvet; the only thing that offset his image was the coal-black pitch of his eyes. Of course, her awe didn't last for long. The vampire, for that's what he was, quickly overpowered the girl and set to work draining her blood. She would have been the next victim on the list, but luckily, this one wasn't smart enough to make sure the area was secluded; a group in a nearby tavern heard the commotion, and her screaming, and had come to see what the problem was. When faced with being exposed to a group, her attacker fled without finishing the job. When she was found, bleeding and dying, they took her to the local doctor.

Many people stayed with her, including her family and her fiance. They tried to nurse her back to health, but couldn't figure out why she was in such excruciating pain. They tried to give her anesthetics, but they had no effect. After a day of being in the hospital, it seemed to be too much, and she felt unconcious; probably her body's way of trying to cope. She didn't wake up for three days, and when she did, she wasn't the same Bella. The pain was gone, her heart had stopped, and she could barely recognize herself in the new, beautiful snow-white features, the crescent scar upon her throat, or worst, the fiery crimson glow of her eyes. Unable to control herself, as all newborn vampires are, and starving on top of that, she slaughtered everyone present with her that day and drank her fill. As soon as she came to her senses, of course, she was horrified by what she'd done; she fled the area before she could be caught.

She hasn't fed on a human since, choosing to feed on only the less-appealing animals. Her strange habits were eventually heard of by a coven of vampires who had similar tastes, and they sought her out, taking her under their wing. She's lived with them since, and as a result has gotten caught up in the war between the vampires and the werewolves, although she wants no part of it. Since they tend to stay in one area for an extended period of time, she and her coven often intermingle with the humans, trying to seem as normal as possible.

Other: One of her big passions is music; when you're eternal, you need to find ways to occupy yourself, and for her, this was it. She's quite skilled at the flute, guitar, piano, violin and vocals. She spends a lot of time practicing, and her room is stacked with hundreds of CDs.

ok...i´ve edited...hope its ok

I edited mine as well. I wanted to have a little bit more variance in my appearance than 'IMjustJamie' since we were both brown haird 5' 4" slightly built people. With our personality similarities, I felt it was too much. Usually, I try not to do that, but I started before hers was up and didn't finish the character until after hers was up and I didn't look...sorry!

Still contemplating the werewolf thing...

Name: Julius Cross

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Species: Human Hunter

Abilities: Aside from the training he has recieved after joining the organization, he has also developed a skill for Krav Maga through the years.

Weapon: Aside from the weapons he uses when fighting vampires and werewolves, he mainly uses a Mossberg 500. He also owns several knives, which he stores in his apartment for his "personal collection".

Physical Appearance: Julius stands at 5'8" and weighs about 140lbs. Though he may seem skinny, his body is all muscle. His long, straight, silver-ish hair reaches all the way down beneath his shoulders and is slightly shorter at the top, giving him long bangs that covers his left eye. He has a slightly rectangular face structure, with robust cheekbones and thin lips. The once blue eyes have now turned slightly olive green from growing a few years older.

When it comes to clothes, Julius rarely wears anything more colorful than dark blue. His daily clothing usually consists of a black leather jacket that reaches up to his chin with various metallic details, a pair of tight-fitting black jeans and black boots with silver buckles on the sides. He covers his hands with black, fingerless gloves in, what seems to be, some sort of leather material. Julius left ear lobe was pierced when he was young and he constantly wears a small, silver earring that he got from his mother.

Personality: He is quite reserved and usually keeps to himself. He will communicate with the people around him when necessary (such as when he's working or when spoken to.) He's private and almost never shares anything personal unless the person is close to his heart. People usually finds him rather chilly and sometimes even strange, which is mostly due to the fact that he has a tendency to talk to himself and it normally just sounds like gibberish.

He has a very dark personality, which might set people off at times. He's so terrified of not being able to control himself (after several encounters with various vampires) that he's almost not in touch with the world around him. It might seem odd that someone would ever recruit such an unstable person for this type of organization, but as a matter of fact he is highly skilled when it comes to fighting and he has a lot of experience with vampires as well as werewolves.

History: When he was a boy, Julius lived alone with his mother and his two brothers, who were both older than him. Although they almost did not have enough money to get by, they managed to stay positive and even today Julius considers his childhood the best time of his life. When he was 12, a group of people broke into their home. Their mother told Julius and his brothers to hide while she went to call the police. Both of Julius brothers refused to leave their mother alone and followed her into the hallway. After having to wait for over an hour, Julius left the closet he had been hiding in to see what happened. He found his family dead, lying on the ground. His mother holding the phone with her right hand and the other reaching out for his brothers. The three of them all had two holes in their necks and they had been drained of all their blood.

As Julius grew older, his rage became stronger and deeper with each year. He swore to himself that he would find whoever did this and take revenge. He started to train himself, developing a skill in Krav Maga as well as learning how to handle a weapon. He studied for several years, trying to learn everything he possibly could about vampires. When he was recruited to work for the government, he said yes without even blinking. This was his chance of getting back and he wasn't going to let go of such an opportunity.

Other: -

Name: Lasia {La-see-ah} Rose Valentine

Age: 20 when she was turned, 124 years since she's been turned making her 144 years old.

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Abilities: Same as any other vampires, but she also has an affinity to blood, greatly caused by her death, and has an ability to make any creature of blood feel like their burning from the inside out simply by raising their blood's temperature to high heats. It works the best on humans since they are weak creatures and also on werewolves, but not as effectively and not at all on vampires. She can kill humans using this technique, but it isn't as easy as it looks and it takes a lot of concentration to kill them. She isn't able to kill the werewolves only handicap them for a short period of time.

Blood Preference: Human with a blood type O. That's the only type of human blood she can't resist, but other then that she usually eats animals, preferring the feline group over anything else.

Physical Appearance: Lasia is breathtakingly beautiful even for a vampire. She is 5'7, with long, slender legs that would make a supermodel jealous. She weighs about 120, skinny, but she is filled out in a womanly way. Her skin is smooth and creamy white. It looks almost human, but all the soft pink that was there when she was a human is now gone. Her face is like that of an angel. It is soft, kind and beautiful. It is the face of a kind woman who would take care of you with every ounce of love and kindness in her being. Lasia has one, and only one, freckle on her skin. It was the only pigment that remained on her body after she was turned and it was a freckle on the left side of her collar bone. She has a strong sense of sexuality about her and she exudes confidence yet maintains that sense of innocence with intensity.

Her eyes don't give away the fact that she is a vampire, only her paled skin tone hints to that fact. Her eyes, which were once a brilliant emerald green, are now turned a golden color due to her life style as a "vegetarian". They are entrancing to human's and also to vampire's who don't understand her choice. Her lips are full and red, like the color of fresh blood.

The clothes Lasia prefers to wear are usually form fitting, yet comfortable. She tends to buy more expensive clothing, but if she finds something she thinks will look good and feel good then she will get it. Her usual attire consists of designer jeans and a long, form fitting sweater, usually black or gray. Her favorite type of dress would have to be the flowing dress. She likes the comfortable feel that it gives off and also the almost princess aspect of it.

Personality: Lasia has a very strong personality. She doesn't take anything lying down and will never be anyone's slave. She is outwardly kind, especially to her victims. She doesn't like to cause others unnecessary pain, but to those who mean her wrong or just piss her off she will not hesitate to make their life a hell on earth. She is the type who will let revenge consume her, but never when it starts to hurt those she care for. Though she is confident and tends to draw people to her, she is hard to get to know. She doesn't like to talk about her past, she doesn't like to talk about her plans for the future and she doesn't really like to talk about herself at all. She doesn't want people to get close to her and tends to hold them at a distance, never letting them get to close.

Lasia has no grudge against the werewolves, but when she comes across one she will not hesitate to bring them down. She does, however, feel some kind of pity towards them and their forced plight. She does hate hunters though. To many of them have taken down her friends and she wishes to wipe them out.

Lasia has a very self-satisfying personality. She wishes to do things for herself, not for anyone else. This is why she drinks the blood of animals. She doesn't wish to kill innocent human's lives just so she can feed. Instead she feeds off of animals. She couldn't live with the guilt of knowing it was her fault someone was losing a loved one. She does have one vice though, she loves the taste of O type human blood. She doesn't seek them out, but if she was to find a person with O type blood and they let a drop of blood escape she will devour them. She has done it about three times, all three times she has lost herself and killed them. Guilt of course followed, but she loved the taste of it so she found it some what rewarding.

Lasia is easy to love, but it is hard to be loved by her. She will be your best friend until you betray her, but you will never be her best friend. Her "true" friends are few and far between. She lives a sort of lonely life, but she feels it's better that way.

History: Lasia was born in a time of poverty. Her family didn't have very much, but happiness still reigned. She was born on a farm with a happy mother and father who loved each other more then the sun loved the earth. She was their first child and she was also loved in that way. The farm was small, but it was lovely and she would play to her hearts content. She had three other siblings, two boys and a girl. She loved them all dearly and since they were so close together in birth they were the best of friends. Life on the farm was happy for many, many years.

Lasia grew into a beautiful woman, sought after by many a man from the boy's next door to nobility. By the time she was fifteen she had already been asked to wed by five men. Her parents couldn't be happier for her, but she never loved one of them so they would turn them down. They wanted their oldest daughter to experience the kind of love they had. The summer of her seventeenth birthday she found that love.

He was a kind man with kind eyes. He was thirty, but she cared not for the age. They met when his carriage broke down near their farm when it was storming and he asked for refuge in their humble abode. Of course he received it and before leaving about a week later he asked for her hand in marriage. She of course said yes. He was of a small rank so the marriage to a peasant wasn't that big of an uproar in the ranks. They were wed not even three months after meeting one another.

At that time there had been another man courting her, a beautiful man with honey blond hair and peculiar red eyes. He was a nobleman of high rank and had been trying for about a year to get her. When he heard of her marriage to her husband he was furious and decided to do something about it. That something took him almost three years to prepare for.

In that time Lasia lived a blissful, happy life with her husband. They had a child together, a beautiful baby boy, and were trying for another. Her husband doted on her and she doted on her little boy who looked like cherub. Nothing, she had thought at the time, could come between this happiness.

A fortnight before her twentieth birthday she received an invitation, along with her husband and child, to a party that was held in her honor. A friend of her husband's was throwing it for her birthday and they were all surprised, but pleased. Upon arriving to the party she found her family and closest, dearest friends to be there. They all danced and had fun till it was late. Of course there were also those she didn't recognize, but she assumed it was friends of her husbands, though they were all peculiar with their eyes and skin.

At the stroke midnight they struck. It was to fast for her to react to. They all were upon them in seconds. She was holding her son and had tried to protect him. Everyone lay dead before her in under a minute. Her husband, her family, her friends, all had perished, all had had their blood sucked dry. The monsters all stood smiling as her child cried and she cowered, trying to keep him hidden and safe. The man from three years ago stepped forward, smiling in a sinister way. He wrenched her child from her, snapping it's neck and destroying her world. He then sunk his teeth into her neck, but before draining her, he left and she burned for three days, though that didn't matter.

Years went by and the horror faded to memory. They say all wounds heal with time, but they just numb. She never again saw that man who destroyed her happiness in a matter of minutes, but she searched for a long time. She tried to take her life, but each time she was unable to. Finally she gave up and resigned to live the life that was now chosen for her. She doesn't believe anything can fill the void that was left, but she secretly hopes for something.

Other: Lasia's favorite color is green and when she was human she loved strawberries. When she was human she had a garden full of strawberries and she loves the smell of them.

Name :: Owen Ramsey
Rank :: Vampire Hunter Captain
Theme Song :: Def Leppard - Rock of Ages
Age :: 28
Gender :: Male
Species :: Human

Abilities ::

-[Hunter Training]- :: The training that Owen was given in the Paranormal Taskforce Command extended over a wide variety of subjects, most relating to the art of killing and Tracking Vampires and Werewolves.

-[Tracking]- :: Owen has the magical ability to track most creatures, using Ritualized Magic, along with his own senses and intuition, and the experience granted to him because of his training be the Paranormal Command Taskforce. He can tell where and how long a werewolf was in the area from it's smell alone, and his ability to track the chilly presence of vampires seems almost supernatural, but like all the others, is simply a combination of magic and skill.

-[Sambo]- :: Owen is skilled in the art of Russian Marshal combat from his basic training in the Paranormal Taskforce Command, and has since honed his skills on vampires and the occasional werewolf. Like most practitioners of this skill, Owen is skilled in the art of disarmed and assaulting the vitals of his opponent while keeping himself safe.

-[Enchanted Implants]- :: Owen is not without a variety of magical items, all of which are implanted to serve as much more refined versions of their technological equivalents. With an almost Science-Fiction like quality, the implants allow for Owen to become a near-superhuman creature; Of course, Owen has lost a large part of his biological humanity to these, and that is something that he regrets deeply.

Deep Blue :: In the base of Owen's spine is a magical artifact holding a thousand bundles of magical fiber, that all serve to augment Owen's mental processes, by taking his thoughts and responses, and doing the kind of raw calculation that only a computer is capable of, and sending them back as reflex actions and thoughts.
Metallic Scales :: Owen's skin has a scale-like quality, and is hard to the touch except on joints; It's made up of a concentrate of magic substances and chemicals that were enchanted to create steel-strength scales out of normal skin. This is probably the most visible of his implants, and probably also the most useful in combat.
Muscular Implants :: Owen's muscular system is mostly intact, with only a few bits of enchanted fiber inside them at key points where his strength would be tripled and useful in combat.
Metallic Bones :: The bone's of Owen's body are augmented with more damn magic. rendering them an almost metal-like quality to them akin to steel.
Liquid Interns :: Owen's internal organs have been mostly replaced with a silvery liquid taking the space where his cardiovascular system used to be. These provide a almost unlimited supply of oxygen and the ability to survive in conditions that would kill a normal human or even a vampire, but make Owen at an incredible risk of stab wounds; The liquid doesn't coagulate.
Sigals :: The rows of sigals engraved into Owen's skin provide a small layer of protection against Magical attacks, but only at a very low level.

Weapons :: |Depends on the mission|

-["Trenchy"]- An old steel trench spike from World War 2, this is Owen's prized possession. Enchanted by a Nazi Occultist, this spike has the ability to drain the energy from a man; Owen talks to it like it's his pet for some reason, and often holds conversations with it during dinner.

Equipment ::

-[Hunter Body Armor]- :: Owen's armor is something in itself, made of shining black metal plates connected by a fluid close to, but not entirely mercury. Composed of enchanted tungsten and something made entirely of magic and metal shavings, this armor acts like Space Marine power armor, providing a boost to strength and defense at the same time, along with molding modular slots for additional enhancements.

-[Munitions Pack]- :: Contains Magical Explosives and good 'old C4.


Physical Appearance ::

Owen stands 6'1" in height, belaying his rather thin stature and unimposing appearance. He usually wears a Navy-Blue jumpsuit when not wearing his armor, along with an omnipresent pair of polymer combat boots. His skin is pale white, and his cropped hair is a dark brown. Belaying his whole appearance are his green eyes, which seem to sparkle with rage.


Personality :: Owen is cold and loathsome to be around, always sarcastic, but a forceful leader and a calm force in a world of chaos. He hates Vampires with a passion, as they murdered his family, an event that caused Owen to retreat into his cold and sometimes irrational hateful state of mind. He also has a tendency to lash out at people who annoy him in the slightest.

History :: Born into the average family into the city, Owen lived a normal life for any kid then, until his family was murdered by a group of strongly Anti-Human vampires on a "purification" spree. Since then, his unbalanced and cold personality has led him to join the MTC and become one of those who hunt.

Other :: N/A

Accepted, Az, accepted, Kronos >> Very good, very good. Julius, also accepted.

Vampires, werewolves, etc. They're everywhere these days. I just hope I can keep up with this RP.

Name

Age

Gender

Species

Abilities

[Agility] Van is agile. He's always been. Since his elementary years he's always been first in races and anything that involved speed. At dodge ball his team's victorious, due to his quick dodging and fast reactions.

[Aim] Van can aim pretty accurately. Since his legal age he got to go hunting with his father. He would usually go to shooting ranges and practice.

[Basic Training] Just the basic requirements that came with this lifestyle. The group had required him to train to mend his skills, worthy of killing a werewolf or vampire.

[Tae Kwon Do] A martial arts style he had learned through life. It was a pretty convenient skill when he decided to join the force.

Weapons

[Main Weapons] Van has harnesses two FN Five-SeveNs named Eversor and Caedo. Latin for destroy and kill. Eversor, the Destroyer fires off werewolf claw coated bullets. On the other hand Caedo, the Killer blasts vampire fang coated bullets. Eversor is red and the handle is jet black. Caedo is silver with gray for the grip. He's equipped with a lot of ammo. He has an ammo strap with many pistol magazines. Red colored magazines are for Eversor and white colored magazines are for Caedo. It's much more convenient than loading ammo after ammo.

[Secondary Weapon] He also has a small dagger like weapon. The blade is split with a black line. One side is coated with vampire fangs the other is werewolf claws.

[Protective Gear] Van wears basic armor as well. It consists of a chest plate, an athlete cup, shoulder pads, knee pads, thick leather boots, gloves, and a helmet. Pretty much the basics, but they're coated with protective tungsten. Light and stealthy while somewhat protective at the same time.

Physical Appearance

Van stands at 5'11" and weighing 174lbs. He's respectably strong while having a muscular medium mended body. His eyes are a gentle, sincere light brown. While in his demented form, he has dark, almost black, brown eyes that are soulless. Not a trace or glimmer of emotion can be seen other than a hysterical lust for blood. Vanius is tan, and he usually wears a werewolf claw necklace.

Personality

Vanius, Van for short, is like any regular guy. He's cheerful at most and sometimes a real natural jackass. He has an imaginable temper. It's astounding, Van can take insults after put downs for hours. Then there's his curiosity. It's an annoying trait really, most of the time it throws him into difficult situations and annoying problems, but it isn't always a drag. Chances are it can draw him into solutions. Maybe. Common characteristics are his playfulness, sarcasm, unintentional stupidity, and jester attitude.

But, there's another side that lurks under the veils of his prime personality. Van has multiple personality disorder. A cold, dark side with a ferocious love for action, bloodshed, and taking lives. This side awakens by the sight of a relentless being killing an innocent life form or when he's at the mercy of death.

Van tries to repress the fierce side. He despises it. Controlling him, making him do what his mind rejects. At the same time, he's grateful, it's saved his life before, and protected him from death. But, its not bordered to only kill the enemy. That is why he is disgusted by it, it kills who it wants. The majority of the time Van can repress it and keep it quiet whenever he desires, but if fueled with too much bloodshed the personality becomes unstable. Taking over and deciding for itself while the real Van is helpless. Caged.

History

Van had a regular life. He grew up, going to school, playing sports, and hanging out with friends. Just like any other kid. One day, in middle school a couple kids picked on him. What did he do? Run away? Tsk. He broke a jaw and some hands. But, it wasn't his fault. He had no memory of it. That was his first sign of his disorder. He was expelled from the school, and his father scolded him. A week later he and his family had gone to the woods. They set up camp and not far away they discovered a deer, it was clearly not alive. It was dead. It's insides were hollow, the insides consisted only of blood. Some ribs were cracked and gnawed on. The family was struck back by this inhuman action. They decided it was a bear and returned. Van however searched around the body. There was a bunch of teeth. Not the deer's, they were sharp. Van decided to keep it. He reached for the jagged teeth and went to the river to cleanse it.

That night was... gruesome. A werewolf came. It had feasted on his parents and he was left helpless. His demented side took over and grasped the were wolf teeth in his hand and lunged at the werewolf stabbing it's forehead and eyes repeatedly. After a while Van was shook off and and the werewolf bolted away whining. That was it. He got knocked out and an officer found him and turned him in. He had a choice. He was to be put into a foster home until he got to a legal age and started his training or he was to be put down, because he was a witness. He obviously choose the first choice and at 18 he started training to become Hunter.

Other

Meh too lazy. Nothhiiinnggg.

Accepted Diety ^^

I made sum bannanars really quick. I was bored, I must go watch TV! >.>

Name: Felix Maverick

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Abilities: Video games, Chess, Math, Physics... Logical applications. He does know a little jujitsu from after school classes. He has shot his gun at a range before. He is not very good at anything with fighting.

Weapons: Double action 6-round Colt Python .357 Magnum revolver with 125gr. hollow point Remington ammo., 6" blade cold steel hunter knife.

Blood Type: AB positive (universal recipient)

Physical Appearance: 6'0", 173 lbs, thin but muscular build, some fat still on him for losing weight recently. Long tied back, naturally wavy brown hair that goes to the mid chest. Hazel colored eyes which tend to change colors on mood. (Naturally, nothing magical.) Wears a rough and rugged face from lack of shaving often. His appearance give him a stoic first glance, especially his eyes, that simply stare into open space.

Usually in some sort of collared shirt with a tucked white under shirt and long jeans. His favorite is a dark gray with black stripe shirt and urban camo jeans. He prefers to wear boots in the city, black boots, that protect his feet from rain and muck. He has some grayish black gloves that have finger holes that he likes to carry and wear when moving around. He always has a necklace, a metal chain, with a stone made of pure black agate attached. His appearance makes him look like a wannabe military guy who likes the urban looking camo style.

His Colt Python is worn across his lower left chest, on a cop like strap that keeps it in place. He holds a hidden gun license to carry the weapon from out in the open. With his shirt loose, makes it hard to see unless his clothing goes tight. The 6" blade is strapped to his right leg, near where the boot goes over the foot. He carries a silver zippo lighter that he uses for his recently picked up smoking addiction. A pack of cigarettes can be found in one of his jeans pockets as long with a jump drive, house keys, pen/mechanical pencil and a notepad.

Personality: Despite his stoic appearance, Felix is actually quite kind and is relativity nice to strangers he comes across. He is helpful when asked and does not complain too much. However this is his outward personality, what he shows to others. Inside he is paranoid (why he carries weapons) and a little bit scared of the world around him. His personality is not bipolar, but he does tend to shift moods quickly and without reason.

He likes an Einstein quote: "A thought that sometimes makes me hazy: am I - or the others - crazy?" He is very smart and logical in events around him. He often randomly thinks of things that he feels others do not understand when he tries to explain. He feels slightly like an outcast to society because of this and tends to like to be by himself. Because of this, he loves the night time, when people are least out and when he can feel alone from the world. He hates the day and the sun, he knows that is how life is sustained, but he feels out of place in the star's bright shadow.

Recently an event has caused some of his social behavior to change. He now drinks in bars occasionally and picked up the habit of smoking. He is less open and welcoming to strangers and has recently gotten a conceal weapon license to his firearm. Although he still likes the night, he has become aware of some of its mysterious dangers. He has always wanted to have something unusual to happen to him. Something less boring. The event had triggered something inside him. He became anxious and excited now walking the streets.

History: Felix lived a very calm and boring life from his younger years. No tragic events, nothing special or unusual. Just a boring middle class life. However when he moved to the city, he thought things would change. A new chance in a crazy city. After the first few years he became bored again. It was just a noisy and populated place. Sure it had its problems like murders and rumors of serial killers, but none of it ever happened in front of him.

Except for one day. When he was walking late at night around the city to go home from a night of school, he saw something. In the alley way, something that allured him... something that made him attracted to the area. Closing in on his feelings, he approached like a fish to a lure. Inside the dark alley way, he saw something, a humanoid of white pale flesh devouring... something. He could not tell what it was eating, maybe sucking? His heart raised in excitement, something he never felt before. Not something like this. And when it turned to him, blood covering its mouth... eyes glowing at him. He fled. He fled as fast as he could back to his apartment. He was not sure if he was followed or not.

His paranoia rose a lot from that event. He bought more locks, he formulates escape plans and lays traps in his apartment. He always carries weapons with him where ever he goes. He picked up drinking and smoking after the event. But after feeling that, nothing is a substitute. After a while, he now travels the night, looking for whatever it was. The excitement he felt, he wanted to feel it again. It was the only thing that felt real now.

Other: He is an undeclared major at a college university in the city. He likes night time classes and sleeps during the day. He currently doesn't hold a job being at school. His family his far away, so he rents an apartment in a building complex near the school. His place, on the top floor, overlooks a big city park called Monument Park. A statue of some man stands in the middle, overlooking the city with a sword thrusted to the sky.