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Torrential

Wolf in Wolf's clothing.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by NotAFlyingToy

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An up and coming family that seeks to spread its influence. As individuals they have their own goals and desires for the family and Wing City, but as a group, power is the name of the game.

Description

Tyler, the Creator wrote:Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses,
I told him to quit bitchin'; this isn't a fuckin' hotline,
For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time,

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He moves without swiftness but with striding arrogance, a confidence that is born from rough times that he's muscled through. He is the rock in the sea, as lethal as acid rain. He swats men and woman aside, disgusted by the weaker species. He thinks Vampires will rule the earth, one day. It's only a matter of time.

Age: 935 at current date.
Bio: A vampire that doesn't care about politics or who is currently at large in the world. He wants two things; pleasures of life and the death of his enemies. He is willing to bend who the second rule applies to so long as someone supplies him with the first.

Equipment:

  • Two (2) 9mm Handguns, with sixteen (16) round clips. He keeps eight clips of spare ammunition on each side of his belt, with an additional two clips of special bullets.
  • One (1) Sawed off Shotgun, kept in a back holster. Shells for this are kept across his chest in an ammunition strap.
  • One (1) Katana, laced over the shotgun in a back sheath. Treated Alloy that is made to be kept extremely sharp.
  • Three (3) throwing daggers kept on opposite ammunition strap across his chest.
  • One (1) combat knife with serrated edge, kept in his boot. Treated with the same alloy as his Katana, listed above.

Abilities:
  • Night Vision; in accordance to his ranking as a high-level vampire, Torrential can see very well in the dark, as he primarily hunts nocturnally.
  • Martial Arts; he has had many decades to dedicate his body to the art of killing and nothing else. As such, he is a master of Boxing, Kendo, Judo, Jujutsu, Tae Kwan Do, and most recently Krav Maga.
  • Enhanced Speed/Strength; as a vampire who is nearly a millennia old, Torrential has the strength and speed as someone who has that kind of experience with being undead.

So begins...

Torrential's Story

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"Pardon the interruption, but may I point out that it's mauled and killed at least four of our brethren. I would take this to mean, at this moment in time, that we would need our current numbers, along with a strategy, to take it down in any form." Torrential shifted his weight, slightly, the floorboards creaking under his massive frame. One glove tightened on his wrist, his sunglasses catching the distant firelight from the candles. He looked straight ahead when he spoke, not addressing anyone. "I would be more than happy to assist you in Dominic's place, should you need more muscle than he can provide."

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"A Lycan?"

The voice floated through the trees, deep, gravelly undertones that belied the power and energy of the speaker. "Lycan's aren't what you have to worry about. They're slow, stupid. Easy to get behind. The real threats are the Wyrcans, the european cousins. They're big and angry, and - to be quite honest, they're a hell of a lot smarter."

Stepping from the shadows that the forest offered, Torrential smiled at those gathered, his wraparound sunglasses shimmering in the moonlight. "If you mess with a Wyrcan, kiddies, you're in for a nasty little surprise."

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Torrential smiled.

"Consider me a phantom of these woods, gentlemen. Heard you discussing vermin. Thought I might help your discussion out a little bit." He crossed his arms and leaned against the tree, every bit of his large frame sagging against the strong oak. With a casual air, he pointed his chin at the gun that Emile was pointing. "Come now, friend. You don't want to do something you'll regret. I assure you I can have your spine snapped and my fangs deep in you before you ever pull that trigger. If I was here to kill you, I'd have done so."

He grinned at the two, tipped canines gleaming in the night.

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Torrential's sunglasses lowered with his head, studying the ground, sharp-fanged grin still on his face. The light caught his fangs - short, for now, barely longer than a human's, though a sharp-eyed man would see the difference. He sighed, a dark and heavy gust of air that flew from his chest.

"What do we all want? Food, shelter, money, women, clothes. I'm here for all these things; it's why I walk. If you're referring to why I'm here, now, exactly? Well," He straightened from the tree and began to circle the two, gait slow and comfortable. Clearly, though the two were not small men, he was unafraid of them.

"I suppose I was curious as to the smells in the dark woods. They always are so... delicious."

He paused and smiled at Emile. "Truly? A cop in the forest with no backup? You are a brave man. Or stupid."

He spread his legs and put his hands behind his back, the movement causing the weapons he carried in their holsters to jostle against the light breeze. "They call me Torrential. A pleasure to meet you, Detective Ranzic."

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Torrential smiled at Emile. "Now," he said, slowly, "what makes you think, precisely, that I can 'sense' anything? I'm just a man, strolling through the woods."

However, any real mirth that he got from the situation drained as Lucas pointed the firearm at him. He pivoted, his stance facing the new threat, and his hands quickly grabbing the butt of his sawed-off, concealed by his long coat. From where the two men were standing, they wouldn't be able to see the action, nor the blinding movement that preceded it.

"I've warned your companion about pointing weapons at me, child," he spat. "Would you like a harsher lesson?

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Torrential smiled at Emile. "Now," he said, slowly, "what makes you think, precisely, that I can 'sense' anything? I'm just a man, strolling through the woods."

However, any real mirth that he got from the situation drained as Lucas pointed the firearm at him. He pivoted, his stance facing the new threat, and his hands quickly grabbing the butt of his sawed-off, concealed by his long coat. From where the two men were standing, they wouldn't be able to see the action, nor the blinding movement that preceded it.

"I've warned your companion about pointing weapons at me, child," he spat. "Would you like a harsher lesson?

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"You have but to ask," Torrential snarled, straightening up and releasing his sawed-off, slowly. "I will tolerate humans for as long as I must, but if they attack me..."

He straightened. "You'd do well to listen to your babysitter, boy. The good detective seems to know his way around my kind." He turned towards Emile. "To answer your question, normally I do not get involved with human affairs. If you are hunting vermin, then why should I assist you in your search for what you seek? Vermin are boring to hunt; stupid, smelly creatures as they are. Wyrcan, however..." He let his head fall back on his shoulders, eyes pointed heavenward.

"Wyrcan are the real challenge."

His tone was simple. He prefered a fight, something that was easily deduced by his manner. If a hunt could be made worth his while, by challenge or payment, he would do it without question.

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Torrential smiled even wider, and let out a rather theatric hiss. "Probably," he said, shrugging. "Though, I wouldn't feed on humans. You're all so... dirty. No, I drink harder and sterner stuff, myself."

He turned to the police officer, laughing. "And you. You think I give a crap about your laws? You'll need to give me something a little more than that if you wish my assistance. I'm a hard creature to please; I'll admit it. But my crimes is a long list of murder, arson, and jaywalking. For none of it do I fear the punishment of the law. Why should I start now?"

In the distance, undead ears picked up a faint growl through the trees. Human ears couldn't hear the sound, but a millenia of fighting had made his own ears sensitive to the sounds of his ancient enemy stirring, getting angry.

Lycan.

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Torrential laughed. "Calm yourself, human. Howling at the moon like one of those dogs is beneath you, not to mention counter-productive. If she is here, as you say, she either knows of your presence or doesn't. Why would you give away the small amount of surprise you could get?"

He turned to face the wilderness, moving closer to the two. "Truly, you both are here to kill her? Even the boy?"

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Torrential nodded. "How kind of you," he said, though internally he cared not for Humans and their relation with each other. He came here looking for a fight.

"However, this conversation doesn't further my interests, cop. As delightful as your relationship with the boy is, I'm still waiting to hear why, exactly, I should help you take down the godforsaken, dirty, smelly, stupid, dog of a creature that could be in these woods, likely squatted over a mound of her own droppings for lack of a better place to sleep."

He smiled, internally. Take the bait, take the bait.

I dare you.

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The vampire's smile glimmered in the night, spreading wider and faster. He could sense the agitation, hear the rustle as the Lycan made little mistakes, little errors in her anger. This was not only your average Lycan, but one easily enraged, a standard werewolf with no control and even less time.

"I don't like Lycans? No, I like them fine."

He turned, suddenly, facing a direction of the forest where the sound was coming from. Slowly, he removed his coat as he talked. "I like them on my mantel piece; especially the young ones. Their skulls make excellent cups, cop. You can drink cereal out of them really well, too. I also like them on my table. Oh, sure, their meat isn't as tender as I'd like, but man do they go down easy."

"The toughness of the meat has probably something to do with their mating habits. As we all know, Lycans like to fool around with their brothers, fathers, anyone in their family." His voice grew, and suddenly he was shouting. "I THINK THEY'RE ESPECIALLY GOOD WITH A SIDE OF ELDER BLOOD, HOW ABOUT YOU, COP!?

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Torrential laughed, moving so that the humans were in between himself and the Lycan, shit-eating grin still upon his face. If she had a shred of respect for the lesser kind, which he doubted, she'd be foreced to move around them. If she went through them - well, it would be all the more gory tonight.

He loved gore.

"Leech? Is that the best you can do? For someone who lives as long as you, you'd think that there would be better insults in your - admittedly limited - vocabulary. You certainly don't look like a mongrel, I have to hand it to you," he drawled, "but the stench of fecal matter still clings to your skin. It makes me nauteous."

The mocha skinned undead was strapped in weapons, from his sawed off on his back, his sword, and his pistols. He loved using all of them, but not as much as he liked using his jaws. He ran his tongue over the gleaming teeth as he adressed the cop. "It would be very unwise to shoot a Lycan, parasite." He cautioned, not giving a shit if he heeded it.

He wanted to sink his fangs into the female's flesh, and he wanted to drain her of life.

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He laughed, though her random invitation did appeal to him. It had been a long time.

Never long enough for this, though.

Continuing to circle with her, slowly, keeping the human between them (who still didn't seem to see the danger he was in) he watched her. "I'm curious, mutt. Why do you find yourself being hunted by those who are underneath your kind? You seem to have allowed many liberties. This forces me to conclude that you're weak. Insignificant. Underfoot."

He paused, considering. "Or, you're exceptionally stupid, seeing as you came here without changing into your vile-smelling combat form. But I digress, as I do not have all night." He stopped abruptly, and drew his knife, taking up a combat stance; left hand holding the knife, blade down, in his fist, right hand spread near his face to counter blows.

"Shall we decide who walks away?"

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"Enough of this." Torrential said. The word play and tossing insults wasn't going to allow him to drain the woman. He needed to act, and act fast.

He decided to test the waters.

With a decisive movement, he leaned left, the knife in his hand twirling and flipping as if of it's own accord. Grasping the blade between his first two fingers, he threw it with blinding speed, hoping to put enough curve on it to sail around the human and stick into the Lycan.

As he did so he whirled forwards, pulling out his Katana and taking a position right behind the human in three easy strides. He would attempt to reach out and grab the back of the Human's clothing, in case he needed a sacrifice.

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As the human rolled away, he shrugged. "Not hiding. Just figured you could use some feed. Help you... grow."

He said the last with a smile, and then swerved the Katana in a wide arc, keeping it in both of his hands. "Bear in mind, Human," he said, in a low voice, "I do not fight alongside you. I

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As the human rolled away, he shrugged. "Not hiding. Just figured you could use some feed. Help you... grow."

He said the last with a smile, and then swerved the Katana in a wide arc, keeping it in both of his hands. "Bear in mind, Human," he said, in a low voice, "I do not fight alongside you. I fight to kill the runt and leave."

With those words, he surged forwards, slashing diagonally at the Lycan.

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He stopped his lunge, sword in front of him, right in front of the Lycan. With a hand, he turned the blade until it kissed hers, the ringing steel sounding in the woods. His lip twitched.

"I would suggest it is your kind who doesn't learn, Runt." He whispered, attempting to keep the blade touched against hers. "Perhaps I need to remind you of who owns the night."

With a spin and a slash, he aimed the whistling steel at her neck, looking to cut her throat.

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;/ooc Okay, folks. I'm probably done for the day.

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Torrential spat, quietly. Confusion coloured his expression as the cop's yelling exploded through his subconscious. She was backing down. In all his lifetime, he had never seen a Lycan dog back down from a fight. Interest quickly flooded his mind as he looked her over, from head to toe, taking in her form. "Well," he drawled. "Aren't you interesting."

"The dog never puts her tail between her legs. You're on your own turf, too. The plot thickens indeed, Lycan. Still, I'm curious. Precisely why is it that there's no point to fighting me? Other than to win, of course."

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;/ooc Yeah, gang. I can't continue this today, unfortunately.

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A simple walk through the forest, was all he truly wanted. A chance to stretch his legs and think about the coming sunlight, waltz through the trees and introspect on his long and many years. Almost one thousand. Nearing one thousand years on the earth, and what had he done?

He'd murdered, true. Truer still, he felt glory and honor. But there was a burning sensation inside of him that he hadn't done many things in his life. He hadn't ever had a relationship, for instance. Never really occurred to him. Sure, he had his interesting friendship with Dominic, that always kept it unique and a good time, but he'd never had a lasting one. And Dominic was dead.

He suddenly stopped in the trees, and inhaled deeply. A playful smile spread across his face and he looked into the canopy of trees. "Lycan," he snarled. "I can smell you."

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He grinned up at her, baring his fangs. "I'm starting to think you missed me. You're depressingly easy to track."

With one hand, he gestured at the distance between them, eyes dark slits. "We have business to attend to, you and I. This time, there aren't humans around to save you. I was thinking we could have a discussion about how much of a mangy fleabag you are."

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He barked out a laugh at her, his voice resonating in the forest. "I think you're confusing me with yourself, dearest." His voice was a mockery of kindness, one that carried between them in a too-light, too-airy tone. "I could smell how... happy, you were to be in a combat situation."

He waved his hand, fluttering. "But enough of these games. I'm not here to kill you, though it would bring me great joy. No, I'm here to ask you a question or two. Namely, if there are others like you."

His grin was feral, then. "I do so enjoy murdering mutts."