Backstory of The Regiment:
The year is 2015, not much has changed in the world, or so it seems to the common man. But those that know that there's more to the world than meets the eye can sense there is more to life. Hidden beneath the shroud of dismissiveness and darkness. A world which seemingly could only exist in popular fiction, one where vampires dig their teeth into unwary innocents, where werewolves howl at the full moon and where ghosts haunt abandoned homes. Someone must monitor these supernaturals, the ones that do it are called "The Regiment", an agency hidden away from the public, their existence unknown to much of the world.

The Regiment is the result of the effort of many developed nations, it originally began as a small, but incredibly skilled Allied task force in World War II, who specialized in defeating and destroying supernaturals which had aligned with the Axis. The Regiment did their part in the war, in secret of course. Though their contributions were not publicly recognized or even acknowledged, behind the scenes, they were heroes. Those that survived the war returned home, silent to their loved ones, but proud of what they had done and scared of what they had seen.

The Regiment was completely established years after the war ended, sometime in the mid 1950s, as the world's governments noticed more and more of the supernatural who if revealed to the public would cause mass hysteria. The soldiers that had been part of the Regiment who were still alive by the time of the establishment were offered to be charting members, many turned it down, while a brave few took the offer. With that The Regiment started in secret, within years secret headquarters began to pop up all over the world. The governments of the world sanctioning them as the P.I.B. (Paranormal Investigations Bureau), though the Regiment prefers to call themselves the Regiment, it sounds less like a government given name.

Los Angeles, New York, Las Vegas, London, Berlin, Toyko and many more cities were deemed areas of supernatural interest and sectors of the Regiment were established within them, in secret of course. This particular story takes place in the headquarters on the outskirts of Los Angeles, an area full of paranormal beings. Times have changed among The Regiment, they no longer hunt every supernatural being they encounter, instead they focus on simply keeping those beings out of the public's knowledge. This practice in particular has been in place for the last four decades. The other huge change was the recent decision to allow certain vampires and werewolves into the task force, this decision has caused much argument among some of the older members who believe that only humans should be allowed in, not the creatures they sometimes must eliminate. The more recent members, who are in favor of the change see it as a way to strengthen the cause and a less xenophobic stance.

You are a new recruit of The Regiment, you have been chosen because you have a specific set of skills The Regiment needs. Whether in your past you were a police officer who encountered a werewolf, a doctor who found himself operating on a vampire or simply a prestigious soldier who has no fear of the unknown. The Regiment wants you, are you willing to take their hand and join?

Operations of The Regiment:
The Regiment is the top supernatural dealing entity on the planet which operates entirely out of secret. The goal of The Regiment is to hide supernaturals from the public's knowledge, and if need be, eliminate the supernaturals if they are a threat. There are several branches in The Regiment. They are investigations, research, medical, criminal and military. Each branch solves a purpose and is staffed by the top people available. Secrecy is the strongest weapon of The Regiment.

The divisions of the Regiment: These are the five divisions of personal of the Regiment, the list goes down in order from most populace to lowest. Every division is as important as the other.

Military - The most populace division in the Regiment, they employ highly trained soldiers, pilots and tacticians of all backgrounds. The brute of the military force is operatives, or what would translate to infantry in an actual military. There are six squads which each have no more than 25 individuals. They are: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo and Foxtrot. Carson Merrow is the commander of Foxtrot Company, which will be filled with the newest recruits. Given the top modern weapons and technologies, the military division is what keeps dangerous supernaturals at bay, they are the fist of the Regiment, yet at the same time they operate with the secrecy of the other divisions.

Research - The second most populated division in the LA branch of the Regiment, the research division puts all their brainpower to researching supernaturals, this is where the people who can speak Goblinese and slice up corpses for science are. They are the brains of the Regiment, occasionally co-coordinating with the military division to come up with new technologies.

Medical - The doctors, nurses and surgeons of the Regimen, these are the men and women responsible for patching up any serious wounds our operatives may endure, they also are occasionally deployed to designated areas to assist healing the locals injured by supernaturals. They also co-coordinate with research to come up with cures and vaccines for supernatural related diseases.

Criminal - The crime scene investigators of the Regiment, the criminal division are the ones that are sent in to figure out if an attack is of paranormal origin, they are the ones that can tell the signs of a fully drained corpse done in by a vampire, the ones that can tell a werewolves claws from an ordinary wolf. They also monitor criminals who happen to be supernaturals.

Investigations - By another name, spies of the Regiment. The investigations division consists of agents who are sent out into the cities and towns to either just watch or spy on supernaturals, to make sure nothing evil is brewing, of if there is, they immediately report it. They are the ones that feed intel on missions to the military division.


Accepted active characters:
Mikael Mikkonen (human)
David Rouland (vampire)
Béatrix de Le Croix (vampire)
Marigold Breeze (werewolf)



Playable Races: Humans, vampires and werewolves are your three choices that your character can be in this RP.

Humans - I shouldn't really have to explain humans. You're one, you know what they bring to the table. They're the most populace species in The Regiment. There are two ways humans may join, the first way is those that have been chosen as potential recruits are unknowingly monitored for months before, a profile is built on them, then when The Regiment feels they are ready, they are put through an event that solves as their final test, if they pass this test, then they are formally approached about joining. The final test may be something such as unleashing a weaker werewolf/vampire on or near the potential recruit, in hopes that the recruit stops it.

The other way is through a more simple simple method. Trusted and dependable soldiers who have proven themselves to their government are simply brought in, typically by curiosity or payment. Either of these methods gets The Regiment what they need.

Vampires -

They do not sparkle, modern fiction has romanticized vampires to an absurd extent. While many vampires are seductive and beautiful, many more are savage and vicious creatures who won't hesitate to drain an innocent human of their blood and leave their scarred body in an alley.

A human is turned into a vampire if they are bitten by one and a high enough amount of blood is sucked out of them. After the blood has been drained, the human will pass out for several hours. When they awaken, they will discover that they are now fledgling level vampires, creatures of the night. All vampires are ageless, if they're 300, they don't look it. The age they were bitten is the one they will physically remain the rest of their lives.

The vampire hierarchy is as follows, the older the vampire, the stronger they are:
Master: 900+ years old
High Lord/Lady: 650 - 900 years old
Elder: 500 - 650 years old
Lord/Lady: 200 - 500 years old
Hunter: 50 - 200 years old
Fledgling - Under 50 years old

Strengths:
- Immortality. The longer the individual has been a vampire, the stronger they'll be.
- Superhuman strength, senses, mind and agility. This is to an extent, they are not as physically powerful or quick as a werewolf, but they are beyond what a human is. Vampires can lift someone with one hand and toss them with enough power to cause broken bones when the unfortunate person lands. Vampires also think and learn faster. The older the vampire, the quicker the processes.
- Wall crawling. They can literally walk on the walls and ceilings.
- Vampirization through biting. They are able to turn humans into vampires by drinking enough of the human's blood.
- Night vision.
- Older vampires (+500 years) are able to enter a state of hibernation where they are able to rest for decades.
- Mind reading and mind control. They can read the minds of humans. Some of the older vampires (500+ years) are capable of controlling humans mentally, turning them to their side in battle or forcing them to do things they normally would not do.
- They do not need to breathe, they can't be drowned.
- Healing factor, to an extent. Vampires are able to heal from wounds. Bullet holes heal up within minutes. They can grow back a limb, but that takes longer.
- Heightened powers of seduction and persuasion. A female vampire is one of the most beautiful things you can lay your eyes one. Vampires in general are smooth talkers, skilled ones are able to get others to do their bidding through clever conversation.

Weaknesses:
- Decapitation is an instant death, as is destruction of the brain.
- Impaling or destruction of the heart. Stake, arrow, knife, it doesn't matter, puncture far enough into the heart and they die.
- Fire, whilst on fire, their healing factor is lost, they are vulnerable then.
- Must ingest blood to survive. The longer they go without blood, the weaker they become until they eventually die of starvation.
- Sunlight, it just depends on how long since they have fed. If a vampire has fed within 24 hours, then they can go out into the sun with no issue. The farther away from their last feeding, the more damage the sun does. Over 48 hours causes burns on their skin and over 72 hours without feeding is instant death. Vampires in general prefer darkness, they will only go out during the day if they absolutely need to.
- Will die from overly severe injuries such as removal of all limbs or getting cut in half.
- Garlic causes skin irritation. Contrary to popular belief, crosses and holy water do nothing to them. Garlic does though.
- Have to be invited into a person's home in order to enter. This is where the persuasion factor comes in big, if they want into your home, they'll really try to get you to let them in.

Vampires in The Regiment:
Those vampires that The Regiment feels are suitable recruits are monitored for months, possibly years, they are made sure to have full control over their powers and urges. Then when the time is right, The Regiment will either approach them or set up a meeting. Once they have agreed to join, The Regiment puts them through several tests and stipulations, these vampires will not feed on humans while in The Regiment, they will be given a healthy supple of blood packs to keep their urges low.

Werewolves (Lycans) -

Typically more vicious than vampires, werewolves, commonly called lycans, are immensely powerful and immortal, like vampires. They show no signs of being a werewolf while in human form, virtually indistinguishable until their teeth are replaced by fangs, their nails replaced with twisted claws and thick fur erupts from their skin. They also don't have any of their powers while in human form. Werewolves are incredibly resilient and The Regiment sees the value in a trusted werewolf in their ranks. The ways to tell a werewolf apart from the an ordinary wolf are that werewolves have no tail and tend to favor walking on two legs.

A human is turned into a werewolf after either being bitten by one or through ingesting the blood of one. The human will feel sick, akin to a cold, then when the next full moon occurs, they will twist and turn into a werewolf. Until that moon sets, the werewolf will either run off into the wilderness or go on rampage. If they survive to the sunrise, they will turn back into a human and adapt to their new life as a lycan. Over time, the lycan will gain more control of his changes, eventually to the point where they can fully control when they will change and who they will attack.

The lycan hierarchy is as follows, the older the lycan, the stronger they are:
Master: 800+ years old
Alpha Male/Female: 600 - 800 years old
Beta Male/Female: 400 - 600 years old
Delta Male/Female: 200 - 400 years old
Hunter: 25 - 200 years old
Fledgling: Under 25 years old

Strengths:
- While not immortal, werewolves are able to live up to 1000 years. Once they reach this point, they will begin to die. Not many reach this point. While in human form, they do not physically age.
- Superhuman strength and agility, beyond that of a vampire and humans. Werewolves are incredible physical specimens, they have been seen tossing cars and running through concrete walls with ease.
- Increased height and weight while in Lycan form. Their arms and legs extend along with the rest of their bodies, causing them when standing on two feet, to be over 8 feet tall.
- Senses of a wolf, they can small you from a mile away and hear ten miles away in the open.
- Night vision.
- Extreme healing. Werewolves can shrug off ordinary bullets, healing within seconds. Lost limbs will grow back within a hour. The older the werewolf, the quicker the regeneration.
- Regrowth of teeth and claws.
- Natural pack creatures. A fledgling werewolf will start to feel a yearning to return the one that converted them and join a pack. Though there are solitary werewolves, many of them tend to stay together.

Weaknesses:
- Full decapitation is an instant death.
- Dismemberment of all four limbs is instant death.
- Silver greatly injures them and will kill them. It stops healing and causes burns. Limbs cut off with a silver blade will not regrow.
- Suffocation. If you can somehow manage to drown one, they will die.
- Wolf's bane distracts them. You lay it down within their scent range, lycans get drawn to it.
- Full removal of brain or heart also will kill them.

Werewolves in The Regiment:
Those werewolves that The Regiment feels are suitable recruits are monitored for months, possibly years, they are made sure to have full control over their powers and urges. No fledgling werewolves are allowed in, only the veteran ones that are used to what they are. When the time is right, The Regiment will either approach them or set up a meeting. Once they have agreed to join, The Regiment puts them through several tests and stipulations, these werewolves are given a plentiful supply of meat, enough to keep them from getting hungry.

Non Playable Creatures: These beings may be encountered in the IC. More will be introduced as the RP moves along.















Weapons and Armor of The Regiment: The Regiment uses a wide variety of firearms and other weapons in order to combat supernatural threats. These are the following weapons your character may select from in order to use.

The Regiment uniform -

When open combat is unavoidable, soldiers in The Regiment are equipped with some of the best armor. The armor is Centurion Mark I, the combined efforts of top scientists and years of testing. It is equipped with slings for weapons, grenades and other items. A dependable but lightweight layer of bulletproof armor covers the vital areas of an individual.

When undercover or just in non full operations, depending on the mission, Regiment members are suggested to wear whatever is suitable and does not attract too much attention. Many members tend to favor dark colored suits with a kevlar vest underneath and a sidearm concealed on their person. It is ultimately up to the member to decide what to wear.













Rules:
1. No godmodding, autohitting, absurdly overpowered characters, powerplaying, etc.
2. Original characters only, I don't want Van Helsing trying to join. I also would like to see some variety among characters, not everyone as a vampire or werewolf.
3. Everyone starts as a new recruit.
4. Cursing is fine, romance is cool, but keep it PG13.
5. Max of one character per person, it gets really confusing if I let everyone have multiple characters.
6. Proper grammar is needed, English is a must.
7. Your character can die (or get converted into a werewolf/vampire/zombie/whatever). So be careful and try to make intelligent decisions.
8. Have fun. Any questions or concerns can be addressed to me. I'll also take suggestions through PMs about making the RP better.

Character Sheet:
Character Name -
Race - (Human, vampire or werewolf)
Nationality -
Gender -
Age - (25 - 40 for humans. How long you've been a vampire/werewolf if you're one of them.)
Appearance - (Pics or description work, or both)
Height -
Weight -
Clothing -
Weapons -
Speciality - (Close combat? Infiltration? Sniper?)
Skills - (What special skills does your character have?)
Flaws - (Stuff like smoker, personality stuff, etc)
Fears -
Personality -
Backstory - (How you ended up in The Regiment. If you're a vampire/werewolf, describe when/where you were turned, how long, etc. Also this would be where you say where you got that sword training if you're using a katana.)

Here is the accepted characters sheet list thread, this is where you post your accepted character sheet after I gave the okay to post on the thread.

Reserving a spot, if applicable. I'll be doing the CS either late tonight or late tomorrow night.

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Edit: Almost done. Just have the backstory left, and I have a great one planned. It could get long though, so it may or may not be done tonight.

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Edit2: Finished. Let me know what needs to be changed or updated. I know it's a wall of text, so I apologize for that.

Dsnake1 said
Reserving a spot, if applicable. I'll be doing the CS either late tonight or late tomorrow night.

Alright.

I'll let people reserve spots.

In that case, great IC post and I'd like to reserve a spot... This looks pimpin

Will reserve a spot too, if that's alright.

Character Sheet:
Character Name - Mikael Mikkonen
Race - Human
Gender - Male
Age - 32
Appearance -
Height - 6’
Weight - 200 Lbs
Clothing - Normally dark, mostly black clothing. Often wears a floor length coat if weather permits. In heat, he strips down to a pair of dark jeans and a black cut off shirt.
Weapons - .44 Anaconda, Combat knife, Katana
Speciality - Close combat, deception, knowledge
Skills - Seemingly photographic memory, swordsmanship, proficient liar
Flaws - Jaded, doesn’t know how to work in teams, loner, doesn’t trust others, especially non-humans, near-addiction to energy drinks, one drink turns into thirteen much too easily
Fears - Losing someone close to him. being turned, losing his humanity or his mind
Personality - Comes off as a real jackass. In short, he’s a jerk who ostracizes others. He also comes across as cocky, but his foundation is glass. He handles stress poorly, often resulting in binge drinking and bar fights. He cries himself to sleep most nights. He is severely broken.
Backstory - The story of Mikael Mikkonen begins with another. Henrikki Mikkonen was an odd child, and then an odd man. As a young boy, Henrikki loved fairy tales and clung to every word of every tale he could track down, although for the young boy, those tales really only consisted of the stories his mummo (grandmother) told him when he spent his days there. Henrikki’s mummo was a superstitious old woman and gladly passed on the Finnish fairy tales to her grandson, even against his parents wishes. Henrikki’s parents were both devout Christians and felt the stories would only pollute their son’s mind. They were right. As Henrikki grew older, instead of growing out of these outlandish tales, his interest and fascination only seemed to grow. He badgered his mummo for more details, for the truth. Everyone seemed to think he had gone mad, and maybe he had. That was until he met Palka. Suddenly Henrikki was a new man. He was responsible, straight-forward, right-minded, and hard-working. His parents couldn’t have been more proud. Within a year, Henrikki and Palka were wed in a large church that, up until the wedding, Henrikki refused to enter.
Shortly after the wedding, Henrikki began to act strangely. While he hadn’t visibly reverted to his obsession with the mythical, something was amiss. When Palka questioned him about it, he would brush the question off, as if nothing were wrong. He began to become more and more distressed. One day, Henrikki burst in the door, a feverish look upon his face. Palka, with the swelling belly of a soon-to-be mother, was quite frightened, repeatedly asking Henrikki to explain why he was home from work so early and what the problem was. Henrikki ignored her and rushed to the spare bedroom, the baby’s bedroom. He ripped a hidden panel off the wall, revealing a large stack of ancient looking tomes. He ripped out of the room, returning almost immediately, but with a trunk in tow. He filled the trunk with the old, but not dusty, tomes.
Henrikki looked up at his loving wife, fear folding her face in tight wrinkles. With an odd gleam in his eyes, he began to tell her to pack. She quieted a sob, expecting the worst. Her husband had to be a criminal, or worse. He didn’t seem intent on explaining himself, but the force in his voice encouraged her to listen to his words. Within the hour, most of the small family’s material possessions were packed in bags and trunks. Henrikki carried his trunk as though it were a feather, most likely due to the adrenaline pumping through his veins. They seemed to fly as their automobile sped towards the port. They rushed onto the nearest ferry, and as the boat undocked and started drifting out of the port, a pack of outrageously large wolves flew out of the trees at the edge of the small town. They were safe.
While they weren’t dead, there were many, many issues still unsolved. Henrikki still hadn’t explained what was going on to his wife, and seemed willing to do anything but. They also didn’t know what ferry they were on or where they were headed. That night, as soon as Henrikki’s chest started to sink and rise in the slow rhythm of sleep, Palka silently stood from the small bed and crept to the ancient trunk. She almost gasped as she opened the chest, catching herself at the last moment. The tomes that her husband had so frantically protected were books on the occult. Books about vampires, werewolves, zombies, and the like. She was taken aback, totally unprepared for what she was seeing. She had never known this side of her husband, but yet she was pregnant with his child. She needed to get some air.
Her scream was muffled by a hand. Instinctively, she attempted to wrench herself free of her assailant, although his grip was incredibly strong. Suddenly, she heard the comforting voice of her husband’s voice whispered in her ear. He told her not to move, not to scream, and that it was dangerous for her to go alone, at least until they landed at their mystery destination. The next time she asked him, he simply told her it would all come in good time.
One morning, as the young couple woke from a deep slumber, Henrikki realized the ship was slowing. He became frantic, wondering if they had found him. He rushed out of bed and flew out to the deck. The rising sun cast his shadow down upon the water as a smile crept across his face. The Statue of Liberty was growing taller by the minute. It wasn’t long until Palka joined her husband.
Henrikki thought he, as well as his family, was now safe. If only he were right.
Flash forward.
Mikael grew up feeling like two people. There was the person he was in public. That was the cheerful, friendly Mikael. That Mikael was popular, good at sports, well liked, smart, and well behaved. Teachers raved about how mature and well rounded he was while his parents silently boasted. Then there was the other Mikael. This Mikael was probably closer to the truth, but he wouldn’t have been well liked. He was strategic, cunning, cutthroat, and, most importantly, weird. He had been taking secret lessons with his dad, and while he only half believed the crazy stories Henrikki told him, he was obsessed. He spent time at the local library reading as many books as possible, trying to round out an idea of the occult. He had already read all of his father’s tomes at least once, if not twice. While Henrikki had told Mikael to live the split life, Mikael did reveal his inner side to another, once. That’s when disaster struck.
Mikael was walking home when he first realized something was off. He started running, sprinting really, as soon as he saw the door from down the block. Well, what was left of the door anyway. It had been kicked in, probably by a thief of some kind. He walked into his home to the smell of blood and burnt flesh. There was a trail that led to the family room, the room where Henrikki had always kept a sword. In fact, as he had always told Mikael, the sword was made of silver, to protect from werewolves. On the floor was Palka, covered in blood, a large chunk was missing from one of her legs, and she appeared to be unconscious from blood loss. Henrikki, on the other hand, was slumped against the fireplace. Bite marks covered his arms. The sword was sticking out of the wall as if someone had thrown it. Seeing Mikael, Henrikki rushed to call him over, and in a weak voice explained what happened. Werewolves had attacked, although Henrikki wasn’t sure why. He had fought them off the best he could, cutting a chunk out of one’s shoulder before the sword was knocked away and he was swarmed. Palka was bitten once, just enough to turn her, but Henrikki had been bitten as punishment. Henrikki told Mikael what he had to do. Neither Henrikki nor Palka wanted to live as a beast, filled with uncontrollable, dangerous urges. Mikael had to get the sword and decapitate both of his parents. Mikale immediately shut down. He couldn’t be expected to do something like that; he was only sixteen. Then his mother started to wake up. Without even thinking, Mikael pulled the sword from the wall and with one clean slash, his mother’s head rolled. Henrikki begged to be killed, as he couldn’t do it himself, but Mikael was in a terrible state. He had just killed his mother, granted it was out of mercy, but he was in no shape to do anything else. Finally, Henrikki began to make a noise. It was a whimper mixed with pleading grunts. Mikael swallowed, and with a tear, mercifully murdered his father. Mikael was about to go pack as he would be leaving that night, when he saw his mother’s disembodied head. The eyes were open. The last thing his confused and dazed mother saw was her son swinging a sword at her neck. He collapsed, waking up the next day in tears and vomit.
Mikael cleaned up, packed up all his belongings, and found his father’s old wooden chest. He went to the secret room, filled the chest with the books, loaded all his belongings into the family, his car, and left his life behind.
Mikael traveled, doing odd jobs for food and a shower, spending large amounts of time at different local libraries, attempting to learn as much as he could about the creatures that ruined his life. He still had nightmares. Every night. Even though he slept with the silver sword stashed under the back seat of the car. Every shadow was one of the fiends, every noise was a growl or a claw on the pavement. He didn’t sleep for days at a time, spending all of his time reading, avoiding the nightmares.
It didn’t take long and Mikael was running from his fears in other ways. He chased skirts, often hitting his mark. He drank. Never beer, mainly whiskey. He’d drink until he couldn’t think, and then he’d drink some more. He’d had to clean the floor of his car multiple times. One night, the bartender took his keys. Without a place to stay, Mikael started hitting on everything that moved. One girl finally took pity on him, played along, and told him to come home with her. Once they got there, she pushed him on the couch, went in her room, and locked the door. He realized what was going on, but before he could attempt anything, he passed out. The next morning, rather mid-afternoon, Mikael awoke to a bottle of water and an aspirin. The woman sat next to him and tried to shake his hand. He almost threw up on her, only stopping just in time. She introduced herself as Amy and asked him if he wanted to rent her spare bedroom. Her roommate had just moved out, leaving her with the full rent. He took it in a heartbeat. He hadn’t had a roof over his head in years. He moved in that day and started looking for a job. He finally found a job at a local factory. It wasn’t much, but it would pay the bills.
Little by little, Amy tamed Mikael. First, the drinking slowed. Then it stopped. Soon he was a supervisor at the factory. Shortly after that, the two of them started sleeping in one room. Within a year, they were Mr. and Mrs. Mikkonen. Mikael began living another double life. He had never shown Amy what was in the chest, and never planned to. At the age of twenty-four, Amy gave Mikael a daughter named Jennifer.
Six years later, The Mikkonen family was driving through a wooded area during the night. The plan was to take a vacation across the country. Suddenly, Mikael slammed on the brakes. Something about the size of a bear was laying on the highway. It stood, and only then did Mikael realize what was happening. Before he could get the car moving, one werewolf from each side hit the car. Jennifer screamed as a claw burst through the window closest to her. Mikael was in the back seat before the paw was fully in the window. He still didn’t go anywhere without his father’s sword. He grabbed it from under the seat and swung wildly. He slashed the arm of the beast, and it howled as its arm shot out of the car. Then he heard his wife’s cries for help. He poked the sword in the front seat and into the werewolf’s nose, just before Amy was bitten. In his recklessness, he accidentally sliced Amy’s cheek. Cursing his clumsiness, he sprang out of the car, protecting his family from himself and being ready to chase down the werewolves. He heard one run through the bushes behind him, and as it charged, Mikael pushed the sword forward, skewering the bloodthirsty werewolf. That’s when he heard the screams. His two angels, the only two women in his life that mattered, screamed in unison. Not a frightened scream, but a scream of pain. As he ran back to the car, the remaining werewolves scattered, sensing the silver in the air. He looked in to see both his wife and his daughter had bite marks on their arms. He screamed in anguish, and only seemed to wail harder when his daughter begged him to tell her what was wrong. He couldn’t do it. There was no way he could kill the only two people that made his life worth living. He wouldn’t do it. Then Amy called him over. She explained that she had found his books, read through them all, and knew what was going to happen. She begged for Mikael to kill her and their daughter. Mikael knew they were right and they’d be happier dead than as a long-living reminder that they were attacked by werewolves, that their life was taken away in the seconds it took for those long, sharp teeth to sink into the soft, tender flesh. Mikael walked around the car to where his daughter was sitting. He opened the door, and Jennifer whined because the silver so close to her body hurt. She moaned, and in a quick burst of courage, the sword went between the shoulders and the head, the head rolling out of the car, onto the pavement. Amy screamed in agony, busting out of the car and ready to kill Mikael. She was delirious from her daughter’s death and the cold reality of what was happening. Mikael took aim and with a single swing, she was relieved from her agony. He placed all remains in the car, and with the emergency gas, doused the interior. He used the last emergency match to light the fire.
He began to walk back towards town, hoping to gather his things and leave town before anyone could catch him. He knew what he did was right, but he also knew the police wouldn’t exactly understand. Suddenly, he heard a howl. Right then and there, Mikael vowed to kill every werewolf he saw. As he was walking, one jumped him from behind. Mikael rolled, keeping the sword in his right hand. He lunged, the werewolf easily dodged. He swung, the werewolf easily dodged. Soon, Mikael was tired. That’s when the werewolf struck. He lunged, claws stretching out, ready to puncture. Mikael feigned left, catching the werewolf right at the base of the neck, the werewolf’s momentum effectively killing itself.
After another mile or so, a man dressed in a suit walked out of the trees. Mikael held the sword between them, asking what the man wanted. The man in a suit explained the Regiment to Mikael. As soon as Mikael heard that it was all a test, he lashed out. The man almost died, but somehow escaped on the edge of his life. That night, a part of Mikael died. His old family was dead, his new family was dead, and all due to werewolves. In his head, the Regiment was at fault. They were testing him when his new family died, and they may have been testing his father when his old family died. Even if they hadn't, if they had done their job to protect the innocent, his family wouldn't be gone.
Mikael made it back, but rather than going from town to town doing odd jobs again, Mikael started training. He found a dojo, trained with his sword, learned the art of the knife, and went and bought a .44 Anaconda, just in case.
The unsolved mysteries linked to Mikael Mikkonen began to pile up. Within two years, he had been interrogated multiple times. Two days after Mikael turned thirty-two, a policeman came to his door. Mikael was placed under arrest for the murders of Henrikki and Palka Mikkonen as well as Amy and Jennifer Mikkonen. Mikael punched the officer. Mikael was then tasered and brought in.
The first man to visit Mikael was the man from the woods. He told Mikael he could make the charges stick, or he could make the charges go away. Mikael begrudgingly decided to join the Regiment. While he may have had issues with the operation of the Regiment, life in prison wouldn't solve anything. At the very least, he may get to kill a werewolf or two.

Dsnake1 said
Character Name - Mikael MikkonenRace - HumanGender - MaleAge - 32Appearance - Height - 6’Weight - 200 LbsClothing - Normally dark, mostly black clothing. Often wears a floor length coat if weather permits. In heat, he strips down to a pair of dark jeans and a black cut off shirt.Weapons - .44 Anaconda, Combat knife, KatanaSpeciality - Close combat, deception, knowledgeSkills - Seemingly photographic memory, swordsmanship, proficient liarFlaws - Jaded, doesn’t know how to work in teams, loner, doesn’t trust others, especially non-humans, near-addiction to energy drinks, one drink turns into thirteen much too easilyFears - Losing someone close to him. being turned, losing his humanity or his mindPersonality - Comes off as a real jackass. In short, he’s a jerk who ostracizes others. He also comes across as cocky, but his foundation is glass. He handles stress poorly, often resulting in binge drinking and bar fights. He cries himself to sleep most nights. He is severely broken.Backstory - The story of Mikael Mikkonen begins with another. Henrikki Mikkonen was an odd child, and then an odd man. As a young boy, Henrikki loved fairy tales and clung to every word of every tale he could track down, although for the young boy, those tales really only consisted of the stories his mummo (grandmother) told him when he spent his days there. Henrikki’s mummo was a superstitious old woman and gladly passed on the Finnish fairy tales to her grandson, even against his parents wishes. Henrikki’s parents were both devout Christians and felt the stories would only pollute their son’s mind. They were right. As Henrikki grew older, instead of growing out of these outlandish tales, his interest and fascination only seemed to grow. He badgered his mummo for more details, for the . Everyone seemed to think he had gone mad, and maybe he had. That was until he met Palka. Suddenly Henrikki was a new man. He was responsible, straight-forward, right-minded, and hard-working. His parents couldn’t have been more proud. Within a year, Henrikki and Palka were wed in a large church that, up until the wedding, Henrikki refused to enter. Shortly after the wedding, Henrikki began to act strangely. While he hadn’t visibly reverted to his obsession with the mythical, something was amiss. When Palka questioned him about it, he would brush the question off, as if nothing were wrong. He began to become more and more distressed. One day, Henrikki burst in the door, a feverish look upon his face. Palka, with the swelling belly of a soon-to-be mother, was quite frightened, repeatedly asking Henrikki to explain why he was home from work so early and what the problem was. Henrikki ignored her and rushed to the spare bedroom, the baby’s bedroom. He ripped a hidden panel off the wall, revealing a large stack of ancient looking tomes. He ripped out of the room, returning almost immediately, but with a trunk in tow. He filled the trunk with the old, but not dusty, tomes.Henrikki looked up at his loving wife, fear folding her face in tight wrinkles. With an odd gleam in his eyes, he began to tell her to pack. She quieted a sob, expecting the worst. Her husband had to be a criminal, or worse. He didn’t seem intent on explaining himself, but the force in his voice encouraged her to listen to his words. Within the hour, most of the small family’s material possessions were packed in bags and trunks. Henrikki carried his trunk as though it were a feather, most likely due to the adrenaline pumping through his veins. They seemed to fly as their automobile sped towards the port. They rushed onto the nearest ferry, and as the boat undocked and started drifting out of the port, a pack of outrageously large wolves flew out of the trees at the edge of the small town. They were safe.While they weren’t dead, there were many, many issues still unsolved. Henrikki still hadn’t explained what was going on to his wife, and seemed willing to do anything but. They also didn’t know what ferry they were on or where they were headed. That night, as soon as Henrikki’s chest started to sink and rise in the slow rhythm of sleep, Palka silently stood from the small bed and crept to the ancient trunk. She almost gasped as she opened the chest, catching herself at the last moment. The tomes that her husband had so frantically protected were books on the occult. Books about vampires, werewolves, zombies, and the like. She was taken aback, totally unprepared for what she was seeing. She had never known this side of her husband, but yet she was pregnant with his child. She needed to get some air.Her scream was muffled by a hand. Instinctively, she attempted to wrench herself free of her assailant, although his grip was incredibly strong. Suddenly, she heard the comforting voice of her husband’s voice whispered in her ear. He told her not to move, not to scream, and that it was dangerous for her to go alone, at least until they landed at their mystery destination. The next time she asked him, he simply told her it would all come in good time.One morning, as the young couple woke from a deep slumber, Henrikki realized the ship was slowing. He became frantic, wondering if they had found him. He rushed out of bed and flew out to the deck. The rising sun cast his shadow down upon the water as a smile crept across his face. The Statue of Liberty was growing taller by the minute. It wasn’t long until Palka joined her husband.Henrikki thought he, as well as his family, was now safe. If only he were right.Flash forward.Mikael grew up feeling like two people. There was the person he was in public. That was the cheerful, friendly Mikael. That Mikael was popular, good at sports, well liked, smart, and well behaved. Teachers raved about how mature and well rounded he was while his parents silently boasted. Then there was the other Mikael. This Mikael was probably closer to the truth, but he wouldn’t have been well liked. He was strategic, cunning, cutthroat, and, most importantly, weird. He had been taking secret lessons with his dad, and while he only half believed the crazy stories Henrikki told him, he was obsessed. He spent time at the local library reading as many books as possible, trying to round out an idea of the occult. He had already read all of his father’s tomes at least once, if not twice. While Henrikki had told Mikael to live the split life, Mikael did reveal his inner side to another, once. That’s when disaster struck. Mikael was walking home when he first realized something was off. He started running, sprinting really, as soon as he saw the door from down the block. Well, what was left of the door anyway. It had been kicked in, probably by a thief of some kind. He walked into his home to the smell of blood and burnt flesh. There was a trail that led to the family room, the room where Henrikki had always kept a sword. In fact, as he had always told Mikael, the sword was made of silver, to protect from werewolves. On the floor was Palka, covered in blood, a large chunk was missing from one of her legs, and she appeared to be unconscious from blood loss. Henrikki, on the other hand, was slumped against the fireplace. Bite marks covered his arms. The sword was sticking out of the wall as if someone had thrown it. Seeing Mikael, Henrikki rushed to call him over, and in a weak voice explained what happened. Werewolves had attacked, although Henrikki wasn’t sure why. He had fought them off the best he could, cutting a chunk out of one’s shoulder before the sword was knocked away and he was swarmed. Palka was bitten once, just enough to turn her, but Henrikki had been bitten as punishment. Henrikki told Mikael what he had to do. Neither Henrikki nor Palka wanted to live as a beast, filled with uncontrollable, dangerous urges. Mikael had to get the sword and decapitate both of his parents. Mikale immediately shut down. He couldn’t be expected to do something like that; he was only sixteen. Then his mother started to wake up. Without even thinking, Mikael pulled the sword from the wall and with one clean slash, his mother’s head rolled. Henrikki begged to be killed, as he couldn’t do it himself, but Mikael was in a terrible state. He had just killed his mother, granted it was out of mercy, but he was in no shape to do anything else. Finally, Henrikki began to make a noise. It was a whimper mixed with pleading grunts. Mikael swallowed, and with a tear, mercifully murdered his father. Mikael was about to go pack as he would be leaving that night, when he saw his mother’s disembodied head. The eyes were open. The last thing his confused and dazed mother saw was her son swinging a sword at her neck. He collapsed, waking up the next day in tears and vomit. Mikael cleaned up, packed up all his belongings, and found his father’s old wooden chest. He went to the secret room, filled the chest with the books, loaded all his belongings into , his car, and left his life behind. Mikael traveled, doing odd jobs for food and a shower, spending large amounts of time at different local libraries, attempting to learn as much as he could about the creatures that ruined his life. He still had nightmares. Every night. Even though he slept with the silver sword stashed under the back seat of the car. Every shadow was one of the fiends, every noise was a growl or a claw on the pavement. He didn’t sleep for days at a time, spending all of his time reading, avoiding the nightmares. It didn’t take long and Mikael was running from his fears in other ways. He chased skirts, often hitting his mark. He drank. Never beer, mainly whiskey. He’d drink until he couldn’t think, and then he’d drink some more. He’d had to clean the floor of his car multiple times. One night, the bartender took his keys. Without a place to stay, Mikael started hitting on everything that moved. One girl finally took pity on him, played along, and told him to come home with her. Once they got there, she pushed him on the couch, went in her room, and locked the door. He realized what was going on, but before he could attempt anything, he passed out. The next morning, rather mid-afternoon, Mikael awoke to a bottle of water and an aspirin. The woman sat next to him and tried to shake his hand. He almost threw up on her, only stopping just in time. She introduced herself as Amy and asked him if he wanted to rent her spare bedroom. Her roommate had just moved out, leaving her with the full rent. He took it in a heartbeat. He hadn’t had a roof over his head in years. He moved in that day and started looking for a job. He finally found a job at a local factory. It wasn’t much, but it would pay the bills. Little by little, Amy tamed Mikael. First, the drinking slowed. Then it stopped. Soon he was a supervisor at the factory. Shortly after that, the two of them started sleeping in one room. Within a year, they were Mr. and Mrs. Mikkonen. Mikael began living another double life. He had never shown Amy what was in the chest, and never planned to. At the age of twenty-four, Amy gave Mikael a daughter named Jennifer. Six years later, The Mikkonen family was driving through a wooded area during the night. The plan was to take a vacation across the country. Suddenly, Mikael slammed on the brakes. Something about the size of a bear was laying on the highway. It stood, and only then did Mikael realize what was happening. Before he could get the car moving, one werewolf from each side hit the car. Jennifer screamed as a claw burst through the window closest to her. Mikael was in the back seat before the paw was fully in the window. He still didn’t go anywhere without his father’s sword. He grabbed it from under the seat and swung wildly. He slashed the arm of the beast, and it howled as its arm shot out of the car. Then he heard his wife’s cries for help. He poked the sword in the front seat and into the werewolf’s nose, just before Amy was bitten. In his recklessness, he accidentally sliced Amy’s cheek. Cursing his clumsiness, he sprang out of the car, protecting his family from himself and being ready to chase down the werewolves. He heard one run through the bushes behind him, and as it charged, Mikael pushed the sword forward, skewering the bloodthirsty werewolf. That’s when he heard the screams. His two angels, the only two women in his life that mattered, screamed in unison. Not a frightened scream, but a scream of pain. As he ran back to the car, the remaining werewolves scattered, sensing the silver in the air. He looked in to see both his wife and his daughter had bite marks on their arms. He screamed in anguish, and only seemed to wail harder when his daughter begged him to tell her what was wrong. He couldn’t do it. There was no way he could kill the only two people that made his life worth living. He wouldn’t do it. Then Amy called him over. She explained that she had found his books, read through them all, and knew what was going to happen. She begged for Mikael to kill her and their daughter. Mikael knew they were right and they’d be happier dead than as a long-living reminder that they were attacked by werewolves, that their life was taken away in the seconds it took for those long, sharp teeth to sink into the soft, tender flesh. Mikael walked around the car to where his daughter was sitting. He opened the door, and Jennifer whined because the silver so close to her body hurt. She moaned, and in a quick burst of courage, the sword went between the shoulders and the head, the head rolling out of the car, onto the pavement. Amy screamed in agony, busting out of the car and ready to kill Mikael. She was delirious from her daughter’s death and the cold reality of what was happening. Mikael took aim and with a single swing, she was relieved from her agony. He placed all remains in the car, and with the emergency gas, doused the interior. He used the last emergency match to light the fire.He began to walk back towards town, hoping to gather his things and leave town before anyone could catch him. He knew what he did was right, but he also knew the police wouldn’t exactly understand. Suddenly, he heard a howl. Right then and there, Mikael vowed to kill every werewolf he saw. As he was walking, one jumped him from behind. Mikael rolled, keeping the sword in his right hand. He lunged, the werewolf easily dodged. He swung, the werewolf easily dodged. Soon, Mikael was tired. That’s when the werewolf struck. He lunged, claws stretching out, ready to puncture. Mikael feigned left, catching the werewolf right at the base of the neck, the werewolf’s momentum effectively killing itself.After another mile or so, a man dressed in a suit walked out of the trees. Mikael held the sword between them, asking what the man wanted. The man in a suit explained the Regiment to Mikael. As soon as Mikael heard that it was all a test, that his parents also died in a test, he lashed out. The man almost died, but somehow escaped on the edge of his life.Mikael made it back, but rather than going from town to town doing odd jobs again, Mikael started training. He found a dojo, trained with his sword, learned the art of the knife, and went and bought a .44 Anaconda, just in case. The unsolved mysteries linked to Mikael Mikkonen began to pile up. Within two years, he had been interrogated multiple times. Two days after Mikael turned thirty-two, a policeman came to his door. Mikael was placed under arrest for the murders of Henrikki and Palka Mikkonen as well as Amy and Jennifer Mikkonen. Mikael punched the officer. Mikael was then tasered and brought in. The first man to visit Mikael was the man from the woods. He told Mikael he could make the charges stick, or he could make the charges go away. Mikael decided to join the Regiment. At the very least, he may get to kill a werewolf or two.

Great sheet, but I would like you to change it so that The Regiment didn't set up his parent's deaths, that's not something they'd do, especially considering how young your character was at the time. They would have just noticed the attack and kept tabs on him.

That's my only issue with the sheet.

Remember everyone, that all questions about the RP can be addressed to me. I'll happily answer any you may have!

Heat said
Great sheet, but I would like you to change it so that The Regiment didn't set up his parent's deaths, that's not something they'd do, especially considering how young your character was at the time. They would have just noticed the attack and kept tabs on him. That's my only issue with the sheet.

I was thinking more of his father was being tested, and failed, miserably. Either way, I'll edit it and you can have a relook at it, say, at the turn of the hour.

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Done and edited.

Dsnake1 said
Done and edited.

Better, thanks. Your character is accepted!

I'll make a sheets thread for everyone to post accepted characters in, soon.

EDIT: Here is the accepted character sheets thread. You can post your character there.

Still accepting many more characters!

Any leeway for playing a character outside of the established races? I have a mostly-human man with some infernal ancestors in mind.

Dead Cruiser said
Any leeway for playing a character outside of the established races? I have a mostly-human man with some infernal ancestors in mind.

Maybe. Message me the details.

Moved Lupa's CS to the Character Sheet thread, check it out here!

Tatsua Aiisen said
- Lupa - Werewolf - Native American - Female - 751 - 5'10 - 165 lbs - Lupa tends to wear simple, practical clothing with no real consideration for appearances. She rarely keeps any particular set of clothes for long, as transforming tears up any clothing she's wearing at the time. She is not all that uncomfortable naked, as clothing has played a minimal role in her life up until recently. - Tooth and Nail, Multiple Standard Issue Combat Knives(Interchangeable with her more favoured Tomahawks.) - Close Combat --Vehicle transportation of any sort-Claustrophobic-Large crowds- Lupa is a strange example of a werewolf, having spent a large portion of her life living in the wilderness like an ordinary wolf, far away from civilization. When free of troubles or challenge, Lupa is a calm, compassionate woman with an appreciation for silence. She has a motherly nature, causing her to be extremely protective of others in her "Pack". When things become more intense, her animalistic qualities become more pronounced, particularly when dealing with violence and anger. Her hatred for undead is so strong that she has both a hard time showing mercy and a hard time controlling herself when faced with them.Even having been given quite a while to adapt to modern life, Lupa's years as a beast far outnumber her years surrounded by Humans, so she still has quite a ways to go before she's adapted to relatively new activities, such as conversation, watching television or shopping for clothing. The modern world seems a constant surprise to her, and she discovers new, amazing technologies when she looks around every corner. Her lack of experience with technology often leads to frustration, a trait that has once been called "cute" by one of her fellow squad members. Regardless of how she's been forced to adapt, she'll always be considerably more comfortable in the wilds, particularly in North America.

Accepted! Please post it to the character sheet page.

Awesome! Looking forward to this launching~!

Also, I hope that I can get into some werewolf bonding with the other wolf in the CS thread o3o

Tatsua Aiisen said
Awesome! Looking forward to this launching~!Also, I hope that I can get into some werewolf bonding with the other wolf in the CS thread o3o

Yeah, we still need more people though. I want at least 2 - 3 more before we can start.

I'm planning to make a character soon. I just need to come up with a backstory.

WinterNightSky said
I'm planning to make a character soon. I just need to come up with a backstory.

Alright

I'll have some spotty availability until Sunday night. I'll check and probably lurk, but if I don't respond immediately, that would be why.