Names: William Stones / Oliver Boyle
Ages: 243 (38 when transformed) / 239 (34 when transformed)
AppearancesStones
Boyle
Werewolf or Vampire?: Both Stones and Boyle are Vampires.
As the sun settled upon the horizon of the town a jeep began to roll within the dark woods inspecting the sight bellow. Stones and Boyle were sitting within the jeep a large amount of cigarettes smoked between the two vampires that have been piled up in a large mound of the car's ash tray. The two Englishmen had a long history together, originally a pair of ruthless highwaymen and cutthroats some two centuries or so ago when the profession at its height. Cornered and shot to pieces by the authorities hunting them down, the two were visited by a very powerful vampire lord, one which they still serve. He promised them not only asylum from the hangman's noose but immorality as long as they remain loyal to his commands, and so til this day they two served as silent trigger men for the underworld offing off both vampires and werewolves when ordered to do so.
Stones took a look at the town once more as he heard his partner in crime whine and cry in pain. "Oi Bill! Why in the bloody hells we always gotta carry these silver and crucifies around!? These things always give me the worse burns!" the assassin complained and whine his hand slightly burning as he held a plastic bag of said items stuffed in neatly. "That why we got cartridges fore you bloody bloke!" he spitted back in his thick accent. The other assassin mumbled curses under his breath, behind him were enough firearms and explosives to start a small war all sealed away by a hidden store space in the back of the combat jeep. "I don't get it Stones! Why the Gov' wanna have us hunt a pair of little pups eh?? We gotta enough silver munition to take out a whole bloody den of these here wolves and were going waste our time unloading all on two harry little teenagers!" Boyle recounted. Stones slapped his mate across the mug not desiring to heard his lip tonight. The vampire pulled out a picture, it was a pair of werewolves tonight, one was a girl, the other a boy with the names
Stark and
Rivers written into it. "We got a work cut out for us eh?" Stones stated before pressing on the gas driving the jeep towards the outskirt of town.