May I join, please?
Here's my info.
Name: Psyche Sweets
Codename: Psy, or Sweets.
Age: 19
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125.
Apparence: Long wavvy blonde hair, with midnight blue and bright neon blue streaks. Her eyes are a mysterious aqua blue color tinted with a sea foam green color. She is not pale but not very tanned. She has a cresant moon carved into her forehead.
Weapons: Two. A Reverse blade sword, and in her belt, she has a knifed ended staff. *Pulls out of belt and pulls out.*
Heritage: Full Breed Vampiress
Alliance😄rifters
Backround story: Born into the Sweets clan she was rasied as a true Vampriess warrior. She learned the ways of the vampire, and was trained as a true master. At the age 15 her parents were tragically killed by Lycans, wanting to gain wealth and kill anything powerful in the land. Pysche was sparred and now lives by herself in the forest. With her lonesome pet Arctic Wolf, Isis.
Alright I'll start ok...
"Psyche-chan! Get the hell out of here now!" A young man with midnight blue hair screams, as he presses his long, razor sharp, blade to the tips of a Lycan's claws, foam forming from it's mouth as it snarls angerily....The teenager sniffles lightly, holding back a bunch of tears from behind her eyes. "Father...I cannot leave you...Not while Momma is sick...I must fight..."She stands proudly as she rushes towards a lycan facing her fathers back. She jumps into the air as she reaches for knife ended staff, she pulls out of her belt as she slams it into the forehead of the lycan, it whimpering in mere pain, it falls backwards as blood splatters everywhere. Her father grabs her hair then suddenly, lifting from her landing on the floor. She looks up in confusin as her eyes widen...
Her father's eyes were full of tears....The leader of the Sweets clan...Crying....
She softly cringes.."Father.....I..."
He shakes his head.."No Psyche...I will protect your mother...You need to escape....You need to leave this place NOW....I...We...We love you...We've might of not shown it alot...But me and your mother always have...." He then embraces her tight....Then kisses her cheek softly..."Now go....And remember always...You will one day...Be the leader of this clan....NOW GO PSYCHE, GO!" He throws her then, out of t he door. She lands outside, everything devored in smoke and fire....Lycans running around, blood sprawled all over there bodies. She rushes into a nearby bush, as she hears one blood coiling cry....
Tears are flowing non-stop now....Seeminglessly having no end...
"Goodbye Father..."
Then she awoke.
*******End of flashback.****************
Psych shakes her head wildy, trying to forget those memorys...She doesn't show emotion now...She's just a vase, holding blood, and containing flesh. She growls as her aqua blue eyes flash, her glare facing the bartender numbly as she grumbles...
"One bloody mary....And I mean a REAL one.."
He nods as she respones with..
"Any certain type of blood?"
Psyche grins.
"O Positive."
"One moment, Madame."
He walks away with that, gathering the materials to make the drink. Psyche cracks her knuckles as she then winces slightly. The pain in her chest getting slightly worse,
with simple breath she inhales...Thankfully alittle drinky drink always make things always brighten for her.
She wipes her mouth, the drool escaping lightly, being VERY hungry. Not being able to eat decently in days made her
grown weak, and very grumpy. She turns hastely to notice others in the bar, she growls in sudden shock,
as the pain corrupts her again.
"Here's your drink, Madame...That's---"
She flips her two gold coins, her gasps.
"Keep the change."
She lifts the glass then, and elgantly pushes her ruby red lips to the glass, sipping ever so lightly.
"This...Will be a true test of survival of the finest."
She giggles then winces again.
<< psyche, can i ask a question? is there a main underlying story we all should follow, or is it just free-for-all? >>
Name: JB Donovan
Codename: TimberWolf
Age: (by appearance, 21) unknown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 137 Lbs.
Apparence: shoulder length dark brown hair, amethyst eyes, all black outfit (see van helsing's outfit... but w/o the hat)
Weapons: 2 desert eagles, 2 dual swords
Heritage: Lycan from Hell
Alliance: Drifters
Backround story: will be revealed as it unfolds...
Originally posted by Dalton14
**Free for all!** **Is that ok?**
<< only abso-friggin'-LUTELY!!! >>
*JB walks into the bar, noticing the unusual lack of crowd* hmph... vampyres... and lycans... this... can't end well... *walks over to the counter and throws down a handful of cash* gimme a beer. *he looks around, the place teeming with new blood... obviously some of the newbs to this neighborhood didn't know this was the only bar in town that wasn't neutral* hmph... idiots... i guess that puts me in the middle of it if something happens... i'll have to save the ****in' newbs from each other and the vets...
Psyche grins as she watches the new figure walk into the bar. She nods at him abit as she shines her white hollywood fanged smile. She then looks back infront of her as she slams down a couple more golden coins... She stands up, gathering her cloak in one hand as she walks for the exit...
All of a sudden another : Drunk : Vampire storms up to her, in a drunken rage he screams,
"YOU AGAIN! Why must you follow me everywhere I go? Leave me the **** alone!" He then shoves her backwards without warning, sending her into another person, him being surprised, he shoves her back into the person's face. She growls as she digs her nails into his chest...
"Leave me be.." She says quietly in a growl...
He then grabs her by the neck swearing constantly under his breath...
"You have ****ed up my life...Now...It's time to end you, you damn tempting VIXEN!'' He swings her, trying to losen his grip on her and let her flying, but she remains strong and holds a tight grip on his wrist.
"I warned you to leave me alone, peon..." With that she twists his wrist, instantly breaking it in half, hearing the loud "crack." Brings a smile to Psych's face. She then jumps down and slams her fist into his rib cage, making him fall to the ground in sudden pain. She laughs abit to herself as he attempts to get up and grab ahold of her leg. She shakes her head, the smirk still plastered to her face, "Nope." As she jumps up into the air, she twirls then as she inclines her foot with his skull, sliencing him once and for a LONG, long time....
She lands on her two feet, effortlessly, as she looks around the room, staring down the crowd infront of her. She brushes off herself, wiping and smearing the blood soaked on her cloak...
She looks down innocently...."Does anyone else have a problem with me?"
They shake their heads, as the crowd slowly dissappears. Psyche chuckles again as she goes and sits back down at the bar...
"Yeah bartender...Another Bloody mary...I think I need another one after that."
*************IN NEED OF HELP!*******************
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