Vampire RP anyone?

*rubs the back of my neck* ahhh ok wow... hmmm.... I'll see what I can do. lol! Hope you don't mind me causing a little trouble. 😛))

Name: Kiki
Age:??
Height: 5'5"
Appearance: Long black hair, eyes change color when she is fighting most of the time they are black.
Weapons: Single katana sheath strapped to her back under her jacket. Knives and daggers strapped around her belt. She carries a 2 13 mm handguns, but rarely uses them.
(so yeah when I think of a good starter I'll jump in with you guys. Hope we get this thread up and running again. tata!)

Name: Jake O'Donnell
Vampire Age: 120
Age looks: 25
Appearance: 6'0ft 160lbs. Clean shaved head/military cut Ice blue eyes. Tattoos on his body: back/ outline of his spine dripping with blood. left and right lower arms/ inverted crosses. behind left ear/ broken heart
Personality/history: a rogue vampire banished brom his cult and his maker. Jake is a violent and brutal vampire, usually making his victums suffer. although a sick and brutal killer, he is only insane because of what his maker and his cult have done. Killing every last one of his family members right in front of him and his soon to be wife. since then He drowns his heartbreak and his sorrows into his killings. One make see a brutal slaying of a human, but he only see his Sire's face.

weapons: brass knuckles

Originally posted by A Dose Of Vraya
(shit why can't we just let this poor old thread die? )

((Omy lol ))

Kiki sat on a tree branch, hidden in shadow by the leaves. Few would know she was there, even if they did most wouldn't see her. She wore a leather jacket, underneath a grey tank top. Her jeans were tight denim, the ends tucked into her boots. Her eyes were closed, but she was still aware of her surroundings. Quietly she sat in a half sleep like trance, trying to catch a quick nap before she moved on. She had been running all night, running from her yesterday to find a better today. Her hair hung in her face in silky strands of black.

Jake walked into the loud thrashing club called The Underground. A small smirk spread on his stubble face. Wearing a white cotton tee shirt and jeans, he rocked his head to the hardcore band playing on the stage. He could smell the sweet blood cruising through the air, like sweet turkey on Thanksgiving day, his body quivered.
The crowd was moving fast and hard, throwing themselves into each, surfing the crowd and drinking excessivly. He pulled out a cigarette, as he sat at the bar, and lit it. His tattoo's glistened in the neon blue lights, that flickered from above. Those ice blue hues scanned the room for someone, his nostrils flared for a certain sweet scent of blood. He could almost pick out what each blood type a person was.
Taking a drag of his cigarette, he spotted a pretty little blonde, smashed against the stage with her fist up in the air, and her platinum blonde strands thrashing violently through the air. He smirked, he always had a thing for blondes.
Standing to his feet, he started walking through the crowd, putting his cigarette out on someones head. The band played so hard, and everything was moving so violently. This did not affect Jake, as he made his way towards the girl, his arms shoved everyone aside.
Upon approaching the girl, he drifted his finger along her bare back and shoved himself to her left. She turned and smiled at him, oh her blood smelled the sweetest. He grabbed her by the hips and kissed her, pushing her back against the wall. He continued kissing her, then as he moved towards her ear he whispered "Do you like violence?"
She laughed.
He ripped off her ear.
That laugh soon turned into a scream. Jake, still squeezing her fragile hips, leaned back and laughed spitting her ear out of his mouth. Blood dripping out of his mouth, he pushed her up the wall higher and dug his fangs into her neck. The brick wall dug into her back, and his tight grip shattered her hips.
He ripped a large chunk from her neck, and looked at her. She was still breathing, and in a amence amount of pain. Her eyes crescent, her skin pale and her lips almost blue. He laughed as she mouthed the words Help me. He shook his head and threw her into the crowd surf.
Wiping his mouth he turned towards the exit door. Lighting another cigarette, he headed out into the night, his hungry not yet satisfied.

Name:
Camille lynn

Age:
101((Human years 21))

Sex:
Female

Race:
Vampier.

Appearance:

Personality:
Shes a bitter sweet girl.You can say shes a firecraker,she is mainly quite but when she speaks mainly insalts , she been meanish since her bf died.

Past:
Shes a vampier killer ever since she had lsot her love.She doesnt talk much and she doesnt really like vampiers, ecause vampiers took her boyfriend.He was involved with the wrong crowd and he owed them 3000$.Camille offerd to pay but he said he took care of it.The next day they had killed him.Camille was heart broken then turned cold hearted.She killed the people who took his life,she thinks there is one more left.
Camille is very smart but most of the time she is silent, she uses a sword to kill vampier

Camille sat alone in a shadow that had crept along the left side of the ally way.Looking around for a vamper so she could slay she felt a vibration her pocket.Slowly reaching in a light clicked on a new text-ed.Opening it she read it ,nothing just a reminder.Forcing it back in her pocket she pulled her hair up so she could see better .Her heart pass started to kick up when she catched a sent of another vamper.Leaning back into the shadow her eyes looked around,where?Her she pashontly waited,griping her sword just in case the vamper came out.She could feel her stumic start grumbling agen ,blood,she needed a human,soon.

The screams rumbled through The Underground club like an earthquake. He snickered a bit, finding out that the girl laying limply on the hands of a bunch of hardcore thrashers, wasn't just enjoying herself, she was dead. Well, at least by now.
Licking the last drop of blood off his lip, he walked down the damp streets of the city. Hoping to eye his next victim. Taking a drag of his cigarette, his black work boots thudding on the cement, he parked himself near a bus stop. Watching the cars wizz by, and the drunken hormonal teenagers gallop around the town park. The streets were alive, and Jake couldnt be more happier.

She opened her eyes and stood up, jumping from the branch and gracefully landing on the forest floor. It was about time she moved on. When she found the highway she hailed a cab and rode into town, dropping her off at a hotel near the bus station. Glancing around she slowly walked into the hotel, her head bowed and her hands in her pockets. She had feed before she came into town, but the scent of blood stuck to her clothes. She knew it wasn't very smart to come into town smelling like that, but she was eager to get off the streets and possible into a bit of trouble.

Jake smelled the thick scent of blood, oozing of a girl passing him by. He growled at her and snickered. His eyesight sharpened to a small pattern of speckled blood on her shoe. It couldn't be more obvious.
It had been a while since Jake had encounted another vampire... well one with such sloppieness.... Putting herself out there is dangerous. Alot of vampire killers lurk around, and some were brutal.
Jake looked at this girl and brushed his index finger against her hand. When and if she would turn, to see who touched her, he would flash her a large fang smile.

She growled and canted her head to the side feeling his finger brush against her hand. She wasn’t in a very bad mood when she arrived, but seeing the stupid grin on his face set her off. She had no patients for these games. She stopped walking and turned to face her kin, she said nothing as she looked him up and down. Not too bad this one. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, but his grin… seemed a bit sadistic. She could faintly smell blood and Nicotine on his breath, even from where she stood.

He leaned on the bus stop post and laughed a bit. He could sense he aggrivated her a bit. Flicking his cigarette towards her, he rushed across the street weaving through the massive traffic.
Entering the park he stole a teenagers beer and started to chug it. His icey blues glared at her from the park as he sipped the beer. The teenager he stole it from started to yell at him, Jake grabbed the boys arm and smashed it into a lamp post. The boy passed out.
Those eyes seemed to burn into her like a fire. Her scent was so strong.

She smiled and sighed softly, slightly entertained by his brutality towards the boy. Her black looked right back into his blue, watching him wearily. She was tiered, but she wanted to see what his next move would be before she went into the hotel. He had her attention, now could he keep it?

Lifting the passed out boy with one hand, and the beer in another, he would dash back across the street. Jumping over the black eyed girl, he placed a boot on the side of the hotel building pushing upwords. The boy dangeled like a rag doll, as Jake dragged his body up the side of the building. The passing people couldn't see this, because Jake moved to fast for the naked eye. He landed on the highest balcony and looked down at the girl. Shaking the teenage boy, he slowly came too.
"You broke your arm." Jake taunted. The boys eyes went wide, as he noticed that he was about 50 stories high, and hanging over a balcony.
"HOLY SHIT MAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" he screamed. The hydrenalin ran through this poor boy's body that he didn't notice that his arm was shattered.
"Sssssh... its okay." Jake whispered. The boy looked at him and seemed to calm down, hypnotized by those ocean blues. Jake grinned and let go, as the boy screamed Jake quickly grabbed him by his head. Holding his head with one hand like a basket ball.
He flung the boy like a whip, the scalp of his head tearing like a fresh peice of paper and the boy screamed as he started to fall. Jake clasped onto the boys bloody hair and flesh, watching him fall down into the city below. Aiming right for the young woman he had just encountered.
Jake laughed, and it seemed to echo off the alley walls and the park trees.

She watched him scale the building, suspicious of his actions. Several other people had stopped to watch when they heard the boy’s scream. She blinked, and then the boy was falling. She could smell blood. Narrowing her eyes she got a closer look at the falling boy, and it didn’t take long for her to realize a part of him was missing. The bystanders were screaming as he fell, one even went out of his way to call 911 on a pay phone. She could hear the other’s laugh, and yet her eyes never left the falling boy. Normally she would have let him hit the pavement, but she wanted to spoil this vampire’s fun. Holding out her arms she gracefully caught him, keeping one of her hands behind his head so the sudden stop wouldn’t break his neck. As she laid him down the medics arrived, giving her the chance to sneak away unnoticed.
As she walked into the hotel, she looked up at the vampire and gave him a smirk. Her room was right above the balcony he was standing on.

"Oh your no fun." he hissed at her, swinging down onto her balcony, tossing the scalp in his hand over his shoulder. "The sound of breaking bones, is the best part." he snarled, he stuck his tounge out and pulled out two strands of the boys hair.
He paced around the girl, his eyes scanning her up and down. "Are you from here?" he asked, stopping to the right of her and lighting a cigarette.

[we need more people lol]

((yeah lol time to PM everyone!!! GET THIS THING UP AND RUNING AGAIN!))
She smiled and laughed as she unzipped her jacket, laying it down on the bed. She entrapped the sheath holding her katana and laid that down on the bed as well. "Oh I'm sorry. Did I spoil your fun? I'll be sure to let him go splat next time." Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she sat down on the bed and unbuckled her blood splattered boots. Her eyes were cold and the smile was long gone. "What do you want?" The weapons on her belt were hidden by her jacket, but not each blade glinted in the light, screams could still be heard from the streets.

His ears perked up at the screams, and he grinned. "I didn't want anything." he replied flicking the ashes onto the hotel carpet. He eyes the katana and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to deal with a sword wielding vampire, they usually try to slice off limbs. He walked out to the balcony and looked down at the crowd, and laughed. "Pathetic..." he hissed spitting on the crowd below. He turned to the girl again "Are you always this unpleasant?" he asked taking another drag of his cigarette.

She laughed and moved to the balcony looking down at the chaos. "So far I haven't really found much of a reason to be polite." She turned around and hoisted herself up so she was sitting on the balcony handrail, her back to the city. "And no I'm not from here. Just passing through."