Vampire RP anyone?

Name-Jamaka
Sex-Female
Age-19
Race-Human

Histoy- At the beginning year of college Jamaka would come to the realization that vampires actually existed. Finding this out simply by the fact her best friend was one herself. After a promise that no vampires would bite her along with her friend she continues college.

Apearance- Long blonde hair along with rose eyes to compliment. Normally she would be seen wearing tank tops along with high shorts. Jamaka usually will be seen assorting in colors from red, green, yellow, blue and tan.
(I hope you don't mind Inuyashapuppy. I fixed up your character sheet.)

Belmont would stop seeing Jamaka up ahead. He had accidently hit over a trash can as he moved quietly. "Hey, easy didn't mean to startle you. What would someone like you be doing in a place like this?" He set the suitcase down lightly waiting for her answer.

((i love it thxs so mush 🙂 🙂 🙂 thxs a lot happy happy happy 🙂 ))

jamaka:ummm thats what i was thinking

she not looking in his eyes

jamaka:i got to go

she heared away from she walk home she lived aloune she lade on her couch

jamaka:come on sun i need you hire (talking to her self

((sun is her friend ))

Belmont watching her leave raised a hand giving her a light wave. "See you later then." He supposed she could handle herself but followed her quietly just in case something decided to try any thing. Seeing her make it into her home he turned around moving towards another alley way. Vampires loved dark places, almost like little pale rats. "Come out come out wherever you are.."

Cobain could hear Belmont. He smiled flicking a cigarette towards him. He was above him, standing on a fire escape balcony. His eyes bruning into his back. From the smell of this guy, he smelled like a slayer. Cobain could smell of vampire blood on him from where he stood. He looked down the alley way and spotted Jamaka. He grinned.

jamaka to a ally she seen some one smileing

jamaka: oh no !!

her eyes widen

Belmont stopped quietly as he saw the cigarette butt land next to his foot. Head slowly tilting foreward he would extend a foot grinding the butt into the ground. He knew full and well a vampire was wandering around. "You know, scum tend to like attacking when someone's back is turned. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you went for that girl." A slight smile would play on his lips letting his hand run through his hair. The ring on his finger was seen again the splash of red in white as he turned to Jamaka. "If you know what's good for you..You better run. That guy won't wait long before ripping your throat out." At that he would raise his hand towards the wall a click sounding as another titanium steak appeared. "Now, bloodsucker how about you stop drooling and get over here?"

Cobain could tell by the tone of this guys voice, that he wasn't a joke. He wasn't like those other slayers in the past. The one's he's killed. Cobain laughed and looked back at Belmont.
"Is that an order?" he asked, the thudding of his boots echoing off the walls. Although he had a good advantage, being above him... Cobain could clearly see his weapon he was holding in his hand. Chances where by the time he grabbed the girl, he would be dead. "I dont take kindly to orders." he hissed, leaning on the railing.

(hmmmm interesting. Time for the Brujah to make appearences)

Name: Alexi Armonov

Apparent Age: 24

Actual Age: 931

Sire: Christof of Carthage

Clan/Generation: Brujah

Childer: none

Children: none that he knows of

Nationality: German

Physical Description: Tall with green eyes and Black hair. Wears a trench coat with a black shirt underneath and a black jean pants.

Personality: Alexi does what's best for Alexi. He also seems very distant, and doesn't really ever stay in one place long. He also hates authority, Ventrue, and most of all the Sabbat.

History: Sired at the end of vampiric dominance in Germany, he lived through the cleansings when humans rose up and took back their world(in which his sire was killed). He remembers this well and that is the only reason he supports the masquerade. He traveled for a while until he returned to Germany and became a Prince for Bremen. Unfortunately it was a set up which had assassins after Alexi for the next several hundred years until he killed the Sabbat sending them.

As Alexi wandered he tended to stay away from politics, though his rebellious nature got him in trouble with more than one prince. He avoided all major conflicts up until WWII while he was traveling in Romania with several Ravanos. They were stopped by Nazis. In the ensuing confusion, all the soldiers were killed, along with all the Ravanos when Alexi succumbed to the beast. He made a personal vendetta against Nazis and has personally accounted for 1782 of them during the war.

Then Alexi went to America. He almost settled in New York and had been in a coterie before they were killed off by the same assassins after Alexi. That prompted Alexi to kill the one behind the assassins and the traitor who sold Alexi off. Though the traitor somehow survived.

Disciplines: Obfuscape Auspex Potence Celerity presence dominate Fortitude

Flaws: Easily pissed off and looses control more often

"First of all bloodsucker, I don't give a damn about your likes and dislikes." A slight clink would sound as the steak detached from it's hook along the hidden support under his coat sleeve. The suitcase would quietly drop as well Belmont's eyes never leaving the girl as this would be the vampire's prime target. "I'm hurt, you don't want to play with me rat?" It would be apparant that the steak was rather odd looking as Belmont ran his thumb across it. "All you vampires are alike. Weak, driven for only one thing and don't have a mind in the whole lot of you." Fingers trailing down he would unhitch the suitcase the sound of it opening. The contents still couldn't be seen as Belmont shifted. He had a few tricks up his sleeves for these 'vampires'. "Frankly, I couldn't care less if you took the girl. As long as I get to pin you to the ground then i'm more then happy." His voice sounded beyond cold as not an inch of it faltered.

"Well, I must say." Cobain said lighting another cigarette with a match. "You do have a mouth on you." he growled, dropping the burning match below. Before the match even hit the ground, Cobain was behind Blemont. His hands were quick, grabbing onto Belmonts hand which held the stake. Before Belmont could blink, he was against the brick wall with a cigarette being put out on his wrist.

jamaka look over

jamaka😖un your hir about time

sun:what you do now(walking over with fangs showing))
jamka:nothing well nothing much

Alexi walked through the shadows. He looked imposing. He was supposed to look imposing. Everything about Alexi was folded into so many layers that not even he remembers what he was those 900 some years ago. The Alexi people saw was a image, an image that he made. From the dark trenchcoat to the still smoldering ciggarette behind him, all this was what he wanted to world to see. What he didn't want the world to see, not even other vampires, was the calculating mind behind the image.

He looked and acted like a brute. But everything he did had a purpose. From beating up a bunch of gangers, to insulting Vampire hierarchy. They saw him as reckless, but unlikely to uncover any secrets. The ones they saw as smart, those were the ones they feared. Thos are the ones the had assasins kill. Not that Alexi feared assasins. But even they must get lucky sometime.

Alexi heard a noise in a dark alley a few feet away. He glanced over and saw a man holding another man and a young woman watching. A strange scene, even in this area. Then Alexi caught site of the stake. Alexi growled switched into his auspex, and saw their auras. The woman had a normal enough aura. However the other two. A vampire and a... hunter. Alexi spat. He haited vampire hunters. Alexi stood back and blended into shaodw behind him, watching. He wouldn't intervene until he knew the winner. Alexi didn't fail to notice a second vampire coming though. This just got even more interesting

jamaka sensedsome one else she quickly sliped away with her friend brakeing up the fight she sliped into the shadows thouwing some one out she walk out of the shadows

jamka:who are you and what are you !

][im waiting for the other guys moooove.][

sun:you to brake it up!!

she trying to get the vampier and the hunter to stop killing each other

jamka holding the guy and walk away she was turd she went home and lade in her bed with the window un lock she lad in bed fast a sleep hopeing sun was ok

][what the hell was that. you need to work on your writing skills my darling.][

Belmont quietly shifted some and let out a slight 'tch' at the cigarette being put out on his wrist. "Just like all the others." The sound of a metal object hitting the ground would be heard as what looked like a grenade hitting the ground. Shutting his eyes quickly a bright flare filled the alleway as he quickly slid his arm from the other's hold. Turning around he would slam the blunt end of the stake towards Cobaine's right lung. That grenade was a brief flash of solar energy. Not strong enough to kill a vampire but it would burn like hell.