The Society of a Slayers

Name: Kip (actually name unknown, for the moment)

Sex: male

Age: 1610 (human years)

Vampire/Half-vampire/Slayer: none, Shadow

Appearance: Appears as a 14 year old teenage boy. His silver colored hair is about 3 to 4 inches in length, with hazel colored eyes, which shows of innocence. He stands to be about 5 foot 6 inches tall, and wieghs about 143 pounds. Kip does not look strong nor does he look weak. He wears a tanish/brown robe outfit, much like the priests or wizards would wear. The boots that he wore was normal leathered boots, the same design that was back in the dark ages. He wears a hat that looks like the type that someone in russia may wear, but lighter and thinner.

Weapon(s): Kip carries two weapons, a black bladed katana, which is known as a Shadow blade. The Shadow Blade is the same length as a regular katana, but is much lighter, stronger and sharper. The blade normally sits in the sheath that's strapped to his back. His second choice of weapon is a Staff about the same size as him. At the top, the staff tends to curve, similar to a scythe, but more curvature, between the two ends of the curve there seems to be a redish ball that just floats there. He mostly relies on his magic, skills and speed to take out his opponent.

History: Everything before his 1380th birthday is unknown. He took several serious hits to the head on that head which knocked him unconsious for 200 years. After he woke up he began to wonder around, still being able to sense vampires, and still killing them, he is now wanted in 7 states in the south for murder. He was found by the SOS in Georgia, where they offered him a job. Being a Shadow and a lone warrior he refused the job and followed them to New York, he is no wonders killing all bloodsuckers he finds.
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It was early in the evening, when CNN came on talking about all the missing people and murders that have occured lately. The announcer began to talk "21 people have gone missing this week in a small Georgia town. There are reasons to believe that these cases are linked with the 32 murders that occurred at a night club friday night, in the same town. The suspect was caught on tape. He is about 13 maybe 14 years old, with silver/greyish hair. He stands to be 5 foot 5 inches maybe 5 foot 6 inches tall, and weighs an average of 145 pounds. The teenage boy has tribal tattoos on his face and wears priest style robes. The suspect is considered extremely dangerous, so do not approach. If you have any information that leads to his arrest, please contact your local law enforcement office." The announcer went off on to the sports and fashion news.

Kip stood infront of a local electronic store in New York city, where he was watching the news. He left Georgia and came to New York, because he heard a rumor saying that something big was going to go down. Kip really didn't believe in rumors nor did he ever try to see if they were true, but lately in Georgia he was having a very slim picking time of vampires. Two officers slowly walked up to Kip, their hands on their pistols just incase he tried anything. The boy could smell the vampiric scent upon one of them and turned towards them
"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!!!!" the officers screamed at him. He continued to ingore them and so they withdrew their pistols and aimed them at him. Kip let out another sigh and then rised his left hand towards the officers, and everything seemed to get hot around them. The officers began to shoot at the boy, one bullet pierced his left shoulder, which would normally cause that arm to be useless. He didn't seemed to be affected by the wound, nor the cut he had gain on his neck from another bullet. The boy smiled and turned away, as the officers were now reduced to ash. Everyone that saw this take place quickly got out og his way. He began to walk down the stair, hoping he would be able to find a place to stay that night. As he turned the corner he saw a nightclub with a long line outside, he knew there'd be vampires there so he headed that way.

Isabell stayed safe and content in her apartment, not far from where the fighting was occurring, completely oblivious to the fights going on, other then a slight sense that she should stay in. She had called out of work seeing how she would have missed almost half her shift because of the earlier bloody actions. Her work wasn't too pleased with her but they'd get over it. She took another shower to wash the blood off of her but she thought her work outfit was ruined. The earlier meal had filled her stomach and took the urge off of her need, or want of blood. Her leg was completely healed now. Blood was good for that at least. Taking a glance in her refrigerator, she realized she had no food. "Darn it.. " she grumbled, "I just wanted to stay in and relax.. at least those vamps most likely won't be at a food store, or they shouldn't be unless they are looking for a meal." Isabell grabbed her purse, tucking a knife in her back pocket, in addition to the little gun she kept tucked in her purse. Back out into the night she went, needing to walk to the only grocery that was 24 hours in the area.

For being the race that he was, he could sense the battles going on. He mourned for a good fight, and not having one since he has reawaken, he was out looking. Kip sensed yet a differentbeing, one not to far off, one that was growing stronger by the minute. He smirked evily and thought to himself "a good fight indeed" he sunk into the shadows and then watched Dark very closely, he wouldn't be able to be seen, sensed nor smelt for he was basically one with the shadows in the warehouse. He slowly stepped out and looked to her, his power being hiden, but very little of it could be sensed, just enough to catch Dark's attention. The boy didn't say anything, nor cause an action, except with revealing himself. His blade still sheathed on his back, and his staff in hand, the wounds on his neck healed, but the scent of shadow filled the air of the city. He knew his blood would probably attract all vampires, no matter the age, but he really didn't care. His nemesis was vampires, and vampire nemesis was shadows. Kip was ready to engage in battle with Dark if she ever did decide to attack.

Name: Izreal Osashi
Sex: Male
Age: 213
Vampire: Vampire
Appearance: Dressed in samurai armour
Weapon(s): Katana and bow, grappling hook and a power called "tortured mind" [slowly causes internal bleeding in the head]
History: has been hiding as a statue for 193 years and now is located in a musuem in new york.

The lights flickered as the janiter washed down the muesum halls. he hadn't noticed that the stone samurai supposivily made in china over 3000 years ago was slowly cracking. he kept washing and a pulse emitted from it, gentle until the janiter looked up. a scream emitted and a alarm went off threw the desolate halls as it ended quickly.

ooc: is anyone every alive anymore?