Underworld RP

Originally posted by Dalton14
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Originally posted by Great the Vraya
(can I join?)

<< anytime. feel free to come in anywhere... >>

*JB laughs at the display and walks to the vampyress* you handled yourself pretty well back there. *turns to the bartender* this one's on me, Pete. *extends a hand* Name's Timberwolf... i'm a drifter.... and you are?

Psyche blinks abit as she stares at this person, her eyes twinkling wildly. She nods abit as she places her hand onto his, shaking it with a strong grip, "Psyche. I'm a Vampire. Born breed to be precise." She then retrives her hand, "I've always handed myself well....Your the only one you can always have trust in...No one else...And when you don't have anyone...You learn that you can only relay on yourself...Aye but what do I know anyway...."She takes a sip of her drink again, then she stares at him, She then yawns abit, not gotten any decent amount of rest in weeks, she drains the rest of her drink..."So...What bring you around here? Doesn't seem like a much friendly place?"

i'm on a job... paycheck's anonymous... looking for a lycan that recently slayed a group of humans... goes by Raze... seen him? *holds up a pic.*

Name: Agent blutlin (Thomas K. Blutlin)
Age: physically 20, biologically has lived since 1924
Height: 6'1"
Weight (optional): 174 Lbs.
Hair: army style blonde
Eyes: pale blue
Species: Vampire
Alliance: Vampire
Weapon(s) Of Choice: a silver lined blade and leather spiked black gloves (strength enhancers
Background Story: Born into a poor home of thirteen children in America, Tom was always looking for a way to get what he wanted. twenty years later, after living a miserable life, he was drafted in to the army for world war two. He thought that maybe this could be his chance to shine...a chance to be a hero. He ended up being a fine soldier, even saving his unit by defusing a bomb that had been planted inside their camp. Then, one night, there was an attack on a nazi military installation. it was a fiasco. All of his allies were either captured or killed. He was one of the fortunate (or perhaps unfortuante) few to be captured.
This place was not a regular military installation. It was a lab. The nazis had been doing genetic testings, trying to create a supersoldier. They had tried everything and their only two successful blendings were the wolf and the bat. They still were not sure about the bat howerver so they were doing a retest to make sure that it worked and if the soldiers died...well, they guessed it wasn't their problem.
After doing a second testing.... they found that the results came out negative. All of the captured troops had died. They shut down the installation and went back to homebase, back to the drawing board, leaving the dead behind...to rot.
Somehow, the dead bodies had mixed with enough electricity(the scientists overloaded the place to leave no trace) to get all of their pulses going again. The bat dna stayed in them as well. They decided that they needed to stick together to stay alive.
John, the bookworm of the group had read up on vampires(which is what they had figured they were) and knew that their was a vampire named Victor, who may be able to take them in. He didn't know where Victor was however so the group decided that they needed to get his attention somehow. John also knew that vampires were mortal enemies of werewolves... both of which he hadn't believed in until now. They thought that perhaps they could build a small time organization that eliminated werewolves and that they would get victor's attention and, well who knew what would happen after that. This was Tom's fifteenth assassination. He was looking for a dangerous werewolf by the name of raze. Killing this monster would surely get the attention of victor. Little did any of them know that victor was dead.
(ughh sorry for the long background)

Psyche stares at the picture, then smiles. "Can't say I have Timber. I'm looking for one myself..." She sighs abit as she pauses, "Slayed my whole clan...Slowly and painfully. Didn't even wait till they had full usage of their powers." She then shurgs letting the urge for lycan blood pass her system.."I was only a teen when I saw the thing, and I really don't remember what the hell he looks like..." She then grabs a near by, shot. "But I remember his scent...Gah it was disgusting." She looks at him, her fangs hanging out of her mouth, "Why are you looking for him?"

*he puts the pic. away, looking to the back of the bar as he takes a swig of his beer* he killed someone very close to me... and i want my revenge. that, and my client decided that it would be a ... well-paying job... *grins slightly*

Name: Amie Donovan
Codename: D.
Age: Lost count (Looks 21)
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 Lbs.
Apparence: Black tank top with a white ghost on front and skull and cross bones in white on the back, black jeans with chains on them, black and white skate shoes, and a spiked choker with an Celtic cross pentent.
Weapons: A Katana
Heritage: Lycan
Alliance: None
Backround story: Doesn't talk about it.

<< welcome back, sis... >>

Psyche yawns abit as she nods her head, "Yeah well, if I ever get my hands on the guy who slaughtered my whole clan....Let's say he'll dislike his own hands for the rest of his short life." She giggles abit as she takes another shot. "So how much does your work pay? I need some money..."

several thousands per hit... and actually it would be quite useful to have a partner in this business... perhaps we can help each other... interested? *he extends a hand, but quickly turns and draws his gun on the vampyre behind him who had just drawn a dagger on him* you don't... wanna do that, lad... i'm on your side... for now... *turns back to Psyche* sorry for the disturbance... anyway... how's this sound: i'll help you find the guy that murdered your clan, in exchange, you help me find and slaughter Raze... we'll split the bounty 50-50... you in?

(Nice to be back bro.)

*Kicks open the door* HEY, BRO, THERE YOU ARE!!! *Wobbles over to JB obviously drunk* So who's your knew girlfriend? *Puts down some money for a beer then turns to Psyche* Hey, I'm Amie Donovan. Call me D. This is my little brother in case he didn't tell you. Cause he has a tendency not to.

*kicks Amie in the shin* you dumbass, you know i haven't had a relationship in over a milennia... besides, i don't just pick up random people... besides, we were just discussing whether or not to team up on the latest job i was given in exchange for help w/ a personal vendetta of hers...

*Smiles* Heh, looked more like you were seducing her to me. *Takes a drink of her beer and she sets on a bar stool*

*Looks over to Amie and then back to Timberwolf..."Ahhh maybe I should go...I'm truly not very good with socializing...Nice meeting you too." She throws a couple more gold coins onto the bar table and gathers herself in her cloack and walks towards the door, her clans logo/tattoo is reveled for a brief moment on the back of her neck...A pentagram, with two cresant moons interlinking.

All of the sudden, Psyche looks down, seeing a brown, leather looking piece of cloth. She picks it up, then sniffs it..."Mortal flesh...Hmm clever..." She then notices anicent egyptian wording on it...She beings to read it out loud.."Your next sweetheart...I won't stop till your whole blood line is lost from this world." She growls, gripping the flesh in her clutch, her eyes turning a blood red color. She turns to D and Timberwolf and nods coldly..."I'm in."

Tom walks in to a bar and is immediately caught by the smell of other vampires. 'that's strange' he thought to him self. 'I thought that this was always a human bar when I used to come here...as a human' he thought smirking. It was almost pathetic how weak he was before this had happened to him. He followed the smell where he saw three people talking to eachother. It seemed confidential as hell...perhaps they were looking for raze too! He was supposedly extremely infamous in this area afterall. Tom thought excitedly thinking of how easy it would be if he had an informant. Still, he thought it might be a bit rude to just bust on into their conversation, so he decided to take a seat on the barstool next to the group and if he heard a couple of things, well that wouldn't be a problem to him at all. He took his seat and ordered a drink. "I will need to see your ID..." the bartender said staring at him. "Christ, come on...I'm over eighty years old." He said angrily. "I don't make the rules I just follow them" the bartender responded passively. Tom's eyes shined deep red...the color they did right before he drank from someone. The bartender started backing up and screaming. He had gone completely insane... people gathered around the bartender and looked up at him...a buzz of rumors and confusion amongst them. Tom stared trying to keep an innocent face. It looked like his cover was blown.

Psyche inhales deeply, smelling the presance of another vampire. She looks towards the direction of a man, sitting beside her. She notices that he looks deeply involved with something. She smirks towards him and says, "Your not very good with snooping, sweets. I can smell the curiousity in your aura." She looks back towards the bar. "Give me another shot of Vodka...The strongest you have with a bit of O'Positive blood in it...Actually make it three." She laughs to herself as she looks back at D and Timberwolf....Ignoring the presance of Tom, not knowing what he's come for. She then notices that the bartender was on the floor, and a bunch of people where standing beside her. Hating crowds she turns around and snarls angerliy at everyone, causing them to gasp in sudden shock and concern. "Back up, Or I'll eat your soul. " She giggles again, she always do that when she drinks. She thinks to herself, "Thanks Mom, for the bit of witch blood." She looks at Tom again, feeling her own curiouisity filling her. "Who are you? And what did you do to the thing serving me!" She throws her glass onto the bartender, him not flinching abit. "Damnitt!" She screams..."I wanted more blood....."

"alright you caught me" Tom said once the crowd staring at him had all gone back to their buisness. "I'm looking for a werewolf...name's raze...he's a, well it may seem a bit stupid, but he's a werewolf as unbelievable as it may seem." He said a bit embarrassed. The fact that there were such things as werewolves was kind of unbelievable still. The fact that he was a vampire was still unbelievable. "You three seemed a suspicious enough type, and he's known to be in this area, so I just thought you would have some information. So what do you say babe, willing to help a poor young tourist such as myself."he said smiling slyly.

Growls at the being named, ::Tom::, "What did you call me, sir?" Her eyes lighting up and eletirc blue color.

the electric blue somehow forced Tom's eyes to turn deep red..."forget I said anything...do you have any information or not." He said and then turned away trying to blink his eyes back to their normal color.