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The war of ages started before the dawn of humanity, but wasn't pronounced for a long, long time. Mere fights along the edges of the world, until a tence peace came. Vampires and werewolves rage and slaughter eachother in todays city's. Not only them, but humans have been dragged into the fray, humans trained to be mages have split from their former mentors and becoem tainted. Now they are demon-controling warlocks. Okies, time for some havoc. Be a werewolf, vampire, but no half breeds. Werewolves make more werewolves bye scratching a human. If they kill the human, it becomes a rabid wolf. Nothign more than a hairy, stunted humanoid FREAK that wonders, attacking anything it sees, til it's slaughtered. Vampires reproduce bye drinking a few bits of a victims blood. If they victim is sucked dry, it becomes a ghoul. Ghouls are bloody zombie like abomination, but they are VERY strong, and suffer from severe mental retardation. Kill they fast or you might find yourself in the twisting nether... And no being humans. YET. No need for an army of demon hellions to decimate the prey before we've scared it.. Hehe.

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This is the prototype NOVA bomb, nine fusion warheads encased in lithium triterade armor. When detonated it compresses its fusion material to a neutron-star density, boosting the thermonuclear yield a hundredfold. I am Vice Admiral Danforth Whitcomb, temporarily in command of the UNSC military base Reach. To the Covenant uglies that might be listening, you have a few seconds to pray to your damned heathen gods. You all have a nice day in hell. -Halo: Ghosts of onyx exerpt

Name: Alucard (I can't think of anything else.. XD)
Race: Vampire
Description: Looks like a 14 year old and uses foul language when shit goes wrong. =P
Bio: Blah blah blah, leader of all the bloodsucking tarts. REALLY gets annoyed when vampires go on a killing spree and kill everyone. LOL

Alucard tapped his foot. His marshal- Baldomir, sighed. They were waiting for the squad of vampires they'd sent into the sewers to retaliate against the werewolves taking shelter there.

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This is the prototype NOVA bomb, nine fusion warheads encased in lithium triterade armor. When detonated it compresses its fusion material to a neutron-star density, boosting the thermonuclear yield a hundredfold. I am Vice Admiral Danforth Whitcomb, temporarily in command of the UNSC military base Reach. To the Covenant uglies that might be listening, you have a few seconds to pray to your damned heathen gods. You all have a nice day in hell. -Halo: Ghosts of onyx exerpt

No one interested?!? o_0

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This is the prototype NOVA bomb, nine fusion warheads encased in lithium triterade armor. When detonated it compresses its fusion material to a neutron-star density, boosting the thermonuclear yield a hundredfold. I am Vice Admiral Danforth Whitcomb, temporarily in command of the UNSC military base Reach. To the Covenant uglies that might be listening, you have a few seconds to pray to your damned heathen gods. You all have a nice day in hell. -Halo: Ghosts of onyx exerpt

I'll join!!!!!

Name: Lycaon
Race: Werewolf
Description: Shorter and more ferocious than the common werewolf, Lycaon has blood-red eyes and viscous fangs protruding over his bottom lip.
Bio: Lycaon is a rogue werewolf, roaming the world in search of victims, and often getting into scraps with other werewolves.

*Siiiigh* We still need a few more people to spark it off properly... So hurry up and join the forum, then join the RP, you damn lurking guests. :P

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This is the prototype NOVA bomb, nine fusion warheads encased in lithium triterade armor. When detonated it compresses its fusion material to a neutron-star density, boosting the thermonuclear yield a hundredfold. I am Vice Admiral Danforth Whitcomb, temporarily in command of the UNSC military base Reach. To the Covenant uglies that might be listening, you have a few seconds to pray to your damned heathen gods. You all have a nice day in hell. -Halo: Ghosts of onyx exerpt

Name: Morgan Negashi
Race: Vampire
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Bio: Morgan was born only a couple of centuries into the past, so he is still not as intelligent as the middle-aged vampire, and usually tends to get himself into many sticky situations from the people he feeds from.

His parents are deceased as they were kill by werewolves when Morgan was only over a century old, and still a teenager. After they were gone, Morgan moved on to hunting alone, and then with a group of vampires in his age group who were also parentless.
Now that he's old enough to participate in battles, and is in his late twenties, he mainly fights werewolves with his fellow vampires.

(Just really a quick application. x_o)

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OOC: I wonder how many more seconds I'm gonna have to wait for this to kick off? 8P Okay, okay, you guys can make a few humans. A FEW.

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This is the prototype NOVA bomb, nine fusion warheads encased in lithium triterade armor. When detonated it compresses its fusion material to a neutron-star density, boosting the thermonuclear yield a hundredfold. I am Vice Admiral Danforth Whitcomb, temporarily in command of the UNSC military base Reach. To the Covenant uglies that might be listening, you have a few seconds to pray to your damned heathen gods. You all have a nice day in hell. -Halo: Ghosts of onyx exerpt

Name: Raven
Race: werewolf
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Bio: she was only scratched the day before, she doesnt know whats happening to her, and refuses to belive it was a werewolf, she hasnt changed at all yet except for her hightened senses.

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inside i cry, inside i scream, outside...you see me smile

OOC : I'll just make the first post.
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Morgan stalked through the forest on the outskirts of a nearby village of humans.
Well, from their surveillance they were all human in population.
The young vampires looked to each other and whispered amongst themselves.
The moon was hanging in the sky in a crescent shape, and it was the middle of the night. Pitch darkness. It was the perfect time for a hunt.

The vampires hopped into the air, flinging themselves onto high up branches on the trees.
Moving stealthily, Morgan leapt onto a tree with another Vampire.
As they leapt into back gardens and ontop of huts, alarm spread amongst the humans in the darkness.
Morgan had swung in through the broken window of a hut, and was instantly rewarded with a pitchfork into the face as he landed on the floor.

Blood spewed up over his face, but Morgan didn't raise his hands and cover his face. That'd just give his human attacker another chance to stick his weapon through Morgan.
Leaping forward into his human attacker, a middle-aged man wielding a pitchfork, Morgan's feet brushed over the pitchfork lightly and bit into the cheek of the man's face.
The man fell over instantly from Morgan's weight on his head, and Morgan continued to suck the man dry.
After finishing him, he quickly drained the wife until she had nothing left in her veins, and then took only a few drops of the children.

Kill the adults, and make vampires off their children. Morgan thought.
It was a rule known amongst most vampires.

Quickly leaping out of the hut's broken window into the pitchdarkness, Morgan had landed into the center of the village where only several humans were running away or fighting vampires. Most were killed in their sleep or within their homes instantly.

''Come! The humans are turning!'' A female vampress yelled, running as green skinned humans leapt out of the doors of their houses. Those adults whom the vampires had drained. They could chop off their heads and end the adult humans, but where would the fun be in that? Besides, the zombie-like humans could kill local humans that the vampires could drain if they came across them. Also, the zombie like humans could have a chance of killing werewolves.

Morgan ran as one of the turned leapt over the front gates of their houses and sprinted after Morgan quickly. Morgan backflipped over the extremely fast being, then leapt over a couple of huts and swung up a tree into the forest, and disappeared into the darkness with his fellow vampires.

Another village was turned.

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A Smouldering Heap Of Perfection.

Clawing along thick oak branches of the trees, Lycaon sniffed at the thick air around him, hoping to catch the scent of a human, a vampire or even a stray werewolf. No scent seemed to occupy the air so Lycaon continued along the branches, leaving great claw marks on them.

After a few minutes, Lycaon sniffed at the air again and, this time, was successful. The air was thick with the stench of humans, within a few hundred metres to the north of Lycaons position. Moving with unexpected stealth, Lycaon advanced, leaping from branch to branch, making not even the slightest of sounds.

"..can't go. You know what's out there!" came the rough voice of a male human, just ahead of Lycaon.

"But it's just a few miles away, and there's a safe path there," replied the voice of a young woman.

The humans continued to argue as Lycaon closed in on them. Lycaon reached the point where the trees began to thin, and eventually to the very edge of the forest. He looked down to see a farm, a large male and young female stood next to a fence which surrounded a large field, on a path which led up to a small house. The young girl cursed loudly at the man and stormed off up the path, towards the house. The man sighed and leant against the fence, his back facing Lycaon.

The werewolf's mouth split into an evil grin, revealing his sharpened fangs. Leaping down from the branch, he landed expertly, and quietly, only a few metres from the unsuspecting man. Lycaon advance stealthily and raised his sharp claws above his head.