( I saw that movie yesterday, it’s awesome! By the way, I’m new here. Can someone tell me where I post my character’s profile, here or did someone make another thread post the profiles. And is Michael Corvin taken? )
[this is not the reinactment of the movie this is just a continuation after, long after so no micheal]
kain appears beside rikku "should we go in or not" he said "he summoned 'him' you know"
Originally posted by FG725
((he could i join here or is it too late))
(Yeah you can join. Just post your character profile and jump in anywhere you want.)
Rikku notices Kain beside her and turns to him, "Go in if you want but I'm wanting for Cloud. It'd be suicide to go in by our selves and without a vamp." She said then walked out away from the building so she could get a better look. "This place is probably packed full of vamps. I might could take half but I don't know about you. And besides I don't want to have to protect you too." She said with a smirk on her face.
Name: Kelarae (Keh-Lah-Ray)
Age: She doesn’t care to count, born in the very early years of the known Vampire history.
Height: 5'8"
Gender: Female
Hair: Simple short black hair worn in a randomly messy fashion.
Eyes: Ice-Blue Iris on Grey Sclera with black pupils.
Species: Vampire
Alliance: Vampire Assassin/Assault Soldier
Current assignment/job: The death of any Lycans, Drifters, half-breeds, you name it... To be killed at her leisure but has a quota to be fulfilled each month.
Weapons Of Choice: 2 Heckler & Koch PDW/MP7 SMGs with Cal. 4.6mm x 30 ammunition. Weapon fires at a cyclic rate of 950 rpm and uses a 40-round cap. semi-sickle clip. Weapon includes; laser sight, flash suppressor/silencer interchangeable, recoil counter-weight and collapsible stock for single-shot marksmanship or general assault usage. Kelarae carries sliver-tipped garlic and mustard-gas hollow-point rounds as well as the new silver lined UV ammo.
((I researched these little monsters; they we’re designed to replace the famous H & K P90 and are far more powerful and have absolutely no flaws. Together they put out only just a hundred less Rounds Per Minute than a minigun! They are nearly impossible to jam… check out www.hkpro.com/pdw.htm if this isn’t enough of a description for those gun-nuts like me! 😄))
Bio: In her time, she was an amateur crossbow-assassin until, at the age of seventeen was bitten by Viktor himself and turned into an eternal creature of the night. In this day and age, she is recruited by the surviving Vampire houses as one of the most feared and revered Death-Dealers, she has also a pure ingrown hatred for Humans, Lycans and the ‘Drifters’. Before each kill, she would feed to heighten her senses and quicken her mind.
She has earned access to the most advanced weapons and armor to date, choosing two of the murderous MP7 SMGs and wear a lightweight Kevlar-Titanium weaved carapace armor on her person underneath the thick cotton trench coat. With hood.
As a human, she was rather skilled at marksmanship but now at her ancient age is impossibly accurate and rarely misses.
Kelarae’s personality bears the hallmarks of a sadistic mass-murdering insomniac with a great sense of humor, she also can get aroused quite easily when feeding, sometimes groping their hapless form as every drop is drained. 😛
((I just had to write that; makes for an ultimately unique character ^.^…I hope that you don’t think that I went overboard, I normally write things in detail 😄))
The dens had once again become a problem, with all the drifters and sickening cooperation between Lycan and Vampire, the houses were rapidly becoming powerless.
The Lycan population had soared as Death Dealers became few and far between, only those with passion and commitment remained; whether they died or disbanded. The majority of the remainder had become little more than mercenaries, holding the pride and commitment of others in rather low-regard.
House Tsar, a Russian-American hierarchy of ancient eastern-European Vampires had recently come to power, most notoriously for their proclaimed ‘displacement’ of Michael Corvin, or so it is believed. Their leader and the current monarch of his bloodline was a powerfully built man named Nicholai, born pureblooded and stood well over seven foot.
He had invested much of his families wealth on establishing house Tsar but whilst the Convent was in operation was hindered from striking success, though now that Viktor was dead and the Lycan ‘problem’ out of hand, his investments went not to waste. He first began by hiring Mercenary Death-Dealers to take out numerous figures in the Human government, establishing for himself and iron grip on both worlds.
Now may flocked to house Tsar, it’s numbers now almost in the thousands with two out of three of it’s members or ‘Honor Guards’ as Nicholai puts it, are Death-Dealers, extending their power to Para-military levels.
And now, as their fortune returns, they hired Kelarae who has agreed to fight for minimal wage if only to slaughter as many as she could, so far she had cut a bloody path through anything not of one of the Vampire houses, carving a name for herself as the Death-Dealer.
((Now to our little story ^.^))
A sizable line of large and rather disgusting-appearing men marched inharmoniously through the lower abandoned subways, as they neared their destination, the barks and howls of an obvious den grew louder.
The man at their lead pulled aside a rusty iron sliding door, leading to the right and into the under-lit area beyond; well over hundreds of Human form Lycans stood around in various locations as if at some huge party while an even larger group surrounded a circle-pit, cheering and booing as two elder Lycans in full form met in battle-royale, barking and tearing large pieces off of each other.
At one of the far walls and overlooking the scene amongst the large pillar that supported the roof, a small figure leant back and sipped a drink from a half destroyed cup that was offered around. The rags of clothes that seemed stretched beyond recognition had been wrapped around the female in a rather seductive manner and revealed a lot of flesh in erotic places. She gazed intently at some of the Lycan couples that were seemingly tearing eachother’s lips off or at their necks, pretending to be Vampires whilst they engaged in public sexual activity, issuing random growls and human-vocal barks.
Nearly everyone in this little gathering were wearing clothing in a similar fashion to the observer; their bodies constantly shifting rendered it difficult to maintain a desent wardrobe so many of them just wore what they started off with, each item growing more and more shredded each time.
A trio of males haunted around, in search for members of the opposing sex and doing as they pleased, the woman against the wall thanked that they were at the opposing side of the pack. This was one of the largest and most unknown located dens in the under-city, those that did stumble across it never survived to speak of it and attempts to infiltrate by Vampires had proved almost completely unsuccessful; most having their throats torn out even before reaching the entrance.
All but one had accomplished this difficult task, a Death-Dealer of the highest caliber… and that person was there now, somewhere amongst them.
The band of flirtatious Lycans had found their way over, attracted by her particularly ragged clothing and asked for a dance, with all of them.
The female shook her head politely without a word, the three men became rather insulted and began to insult her, they slowly closed in and surrounded her knowing that no one would even care…
“Ready for a little fun, Senorita?” the obvious leader said, moving in first.
His feet froze, pupils contracted as he was now close enough to smell the cover-scent she wore, then felt his heart leap as she drew two high-tech machine pistols from seemingly nowhere.
“Are you?”
“VAMPI…” he screamed at the top of his lungs before his words were drowned out by the thunderous sound of the weapons, their huge clips supplying over a hundred rounds a piece as they catapulted each over nine hundred and fifty rounds per minute, first causing the heads of the trio to explode before carving an rendering path through the throng.
They moved as one; the entire pack making their rampant way to the exits. They were cut off, the three doors that led out burst open to reveal Vampire tactical squads who immediately began to open fire. The two elders still fought in the pit as they were concentrating too heavily on their battle and fueled by pure adrenaline.
The infiltrator dropped the sickle clips and slammed the hilts into a hidden utility pouch at her lower spine, clicking two fresh mags adeptly into place, each filled to the brim with liquid-silver hollowpoints before resuming to rip through the hated Lycans.
So far, well over thirty human-forms lay at her feet, twictching uncontrollably at the loss of their brains, being of course liquidized by the anti-Lycan munitions.
“I think this more than covers my quota for the next two months…” she said to the House Tsar Death-Dealer captain as she walked briskly past him in the aftermath, stripping the Lycan garb off of herself without thought that the other male Vampires took her in full lances before she adopted her favorite black fatigues from the captain and her long-sweeping black trench coat.
((I got a little carried away when I typed this, was only meant to be a brief introduction but the scene just screamed for more and is notably exactly nine-hundred and ninety-nine words. Dead Lycans Everywhere!))
((This thread also appeared a little dead so I hope this might stir things up a little ^.^ BTW; sorry for triple posting 😛))
(-: Ali :-)
She gathered her things and spoke to the bartender. She suggested he leave if he didn't want to get killed. With that she took her gear and started back where she left off, yet again with her vampiric speed. She was across the water. She didn't know exactly where to find Marius, or if he was still alive. But he was a strong vamp. He couldn't be dead. She hoped. Day was breaking, and though she was immune to the sunlight, she still did not particularly like it. She found a safe place to sleep for a while and awaited until it was time to rise.
<< it's nothing more than a corporate holiday used to help the government spy on all the little people in the country who are relentlessly insane enough to celebrate it... i hate valentine's day... it sucks... stupid government... oh well, me -n- Kota hit 6 months 5days ago... rock! anyone wanna tell me where the ****in' hell i'm at at this point?>>
((Now this is my sorta thinng))
Name: Sam
Race: Vampire
Age: 70 but was 15 when turned.
Hair: long black haire tied back
History: He lost his eye sight when he was a young mortal when he was 15 years of age by a vampire who enjoyed hurting people for his sick pleasure. His eyes were slowly cut ou from their sockets then turned him to be a slave. He got away sevral years later but entered the war by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He may have lost his sight but with his hearing and scence of touch he can still fight and he can see using his a rare gift that was in his family before he was turned. He could still see using his mind when his eyes were closed, sort of like a third eye if you will. As he fights he is always on the look out for his master incase he looks for him.
Description: Stands at five foot and has a slender build. He wears a long light grey trech coat that runs down to his ankles, a blaue shirt and a pair of black jeans. To cover the mess made of his face he has wrapped some cloth around his head, covering his eye sockets.
Weapons: A short sword and a pistol.
I.C Sam slowly walked, always listening, always on edge incase something would try to spring up at him. He wasn't fighting for one side or the other anymore, he was fighting to survive. Gun fire was all around this blind being but he couldn't pin point where the nearest was and sank in the shadows, waiting for someone to step too close. This vampire had turned his back on everything, none of his family was left and for him there was nothing to live for but if he was gonna go down he was going to take others with him.
"where are you....where are you?" He muttered as the rapid gun fire got louder with each passing second
He could hear voices, shouting and they were approching fast, he ducked back to where he thought would be further into the shadow. He pressed himself agenst the wall next to him and slowed his breathing as much as possable so he wouldn't be seen.
Sam knew he was at a disadvantage and could also tell that these were mortal. He found it odd there were mortals around at such an hour but didn't ponder on this too long for he knew that he wasn't safe where he was. He was hidden from mortals but not from the likes of lycans and other vampire and so had to get moving. Using the wall as a way of moving around he silently made his way past the two mortal who were now talking. Something about accidents and mistakes that can't happen again.
'What are they going on about?' he though as he moved away from them.
Could they have been hunters? He had sensed a rise in their numbers but surly with vampire numbers so low they were to turn their attention to the lycans.
As he moved away he walked more into the open, cutting himself off from the only means of showing him where to go.
"I need help" He muttered with a sigh
He stood there still, silent for any signs of life in front or behind him and soon found a spark of immortal life moving around in front of him.
"A death dealer.......oh great what I was exiled from when I wouldn't bring down......why am I saying this out loud?"
He could tell there was a death dealer around they gave a different signal to him then other immortals but he wished he was wrong, in case it was the death dealer who exiled him and threatened to kill him if he ever came back to this city.
Sam stayed as still as he could as he tried to centre himself in his surroundings, but he couldn't get a clear fix on anyone. He could however gain a fix on the death dealer that was near by the energy infecting his mind like a bad head cold.
"Who are you here and why are you here?" He asked, projecting his sentence straight towards the mind of the death dealer shortly before he sensed a bigger threat.
A hunter and found him, but Sam could tell where he was, the amount of building making it had to pin point anything. He took a sudden chance and began walking towards the death dealer. He was walking without knowing where anything is, like a mortal in the dark which slowed him greatly as the hunter approached.