Name: Henryk Gaskiyon Age: 257 Gender: Male Appearance: Creature: Human (turned Lycan) Type of Hunter: Hunter of Hunters/Lycans How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Hunting for 234 Years. took Lycan blood 212 years ago. Background:
Henryk was one of the Hunters that watched over a somewhat sizable town in Poland, he and his fellows particularly hunted the Lycans as The town had two "sects" of hunters, one hunting Lycans and one hunting Vampires, Henryk was a member of the former. The town was settled in an largly isolated valley in the Carpathian mountains, Lycan packs frequently preyed upon the town for this reason and used the mountains for their dens. Henryk was born is this town which is why he joined the Lycan Hunter sect, though at the time they were more of a guard order than hunters. It was the church in the town that first formed hunters there, using the town as a base of operation after it was suspected that a few vampires had made lairs in the mountains. though the church was infiltrated by some vampires posing as ministers and priests, whatever they did turned the Vampire Hunters against the town. They had slaughtered everyone and burned it to the ground, the only reason Henryk and five others survived is they had been sent to clear out a Lycan den that was to close to the town for comfort. When they returned to find what had happened they were enraged, blaming the church for it's failure. They donned ash grey attire to symbolize their burnt town and went to recapture the Lycan they had driven out. They forced it to change them, willingly accepting the beasthood for the strength to get their vengeance. They joined the Hunt themselves, chasing down every other hunter and vampire involved in the burning of their town. when it was done, when they had killed the last corrupt hunter they parted ways, Hunting those that betrayed the hunt.
Reason for Joining: originally it was to protect his town, then vengeance, and now to destroy corrupt hunters Arrived: Arrived around 3-4 days ago, he simply showed up out of seemingly nowhere
Type of Hunter: Werewolf (Is armed with a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas).
Time He's Been Hunting: 2 months
History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching the good ol' U.S. of A. for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one. As you can probably tell, Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.
Reason for Joining: He has been having difficulty finding any werewolves to hunt so he's seeking out professional training.
@Kieran@Zetsuko@Guess Who Interesting characters. Each of your characters are accepted. Feel free to transfer them over to the Character tab. I should get to making my character soon...
@Aristo Vampires technically do not age. The afflicted tend to stay the age they were when they were bit. Age with vampires is more like "How long you've been around." However Vampires that have existed for over 700+ years are considered ancient, and ancient vampires possess a different, more powerful bloodline than the common modern vampires.
Name: Eva Zelenko Age: 128 (Appears in mid twenties) Gender: Female Appearance:
Creature: Vampire Type of Hunter: Lycan/Hunter How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Afflicted since birth; Hunting for about a hundred years, give or take
Blood Magic: TBD
Background: Eva emigrated to the United States with her family sometime in the late 1880s. They'd left Ukraine behind to seek their fortune in a new world; not unlike other immigrants arriving in the States at the same time. However, hers was unique in that they were all vampires. At home, no quarter was given to the hunting of their kind. The States, they hoped, would be something of a safe haven. Eva didn't start hunting until she was a young woman, during the early years of WWI. To evade detection and foster sense of community, the Zelenko family had banded together with other vampire households. However, feral lycans that roamed nearby took the gathering of vampires as a threat. The coven was attacked and both species killed one another in the feud. The lycans were killed off, but at a hefty price in life to the vampire community. Fearing the consequences of curious humans discovering the incident, the coven packed up and set off for another home. Some families split off, preferring a quiet life that would avoid suspicion. The Zelenkos stayed with the coven. As years passed, the vampires jumped from town to town, some stays short and other longer. Gradually, they taught themselves how to defend each other from wild lycans, rival covens and militant humans. Eva has since set out on her own, hunting feral creatures and protecting other vampire communities she comes across. She has helped her coven become strong, and wishes to do the same for others. As far as mundane humans are concerned, Eva is largely disinclined towards them. She holds an innate sense of superiority over them, but also envies that they do not have to live so precariously as her kind does.
Reason for Joining: Eva sought out William when she heard he was forming an irregular company of hunters. With humans, lycans and vampires in their ranks, she was curious to see how the organization would function. It also provided a convenient method of acquiring information on targets worth both hunting and protecting.
@Aristo Very good, I'd say once you've decided on a blood magic you can go ahead and move it into the character tab. Though you can choose to have no blood magic if you so desire.
Blood Magic: Blood sense. This gives her the ability to hear, feel and smell blood as a way to find and sense enemies as well as allies. While it isn't an actual "sense" apart from the rest of her senses it is a heightened awareness of blood in all forms of her senses that accumulate into what she refers to as "blood sense".
Black Blood. This is a technique taught to her by her father. Its a simple technique. All one has to do is concentrate and condense blood at the surface of a part of one's body. This packed portion of blood hardens and takes a blackish color rather than red. She can only do it in a single part of her body at a time. An example of how it would be used could be she concentrates it to her fist or hand and now she can block or strike with a hand harder than stone. While it can't be done quickly enough to block if she were to harden part of her body she could have it act as "armor" but the area is limited (only about a square foot or so of area) and she can't do it quickly to anticipate an attack. She would have to guess where the attack was going to go and protect herself beforehand.
Background:
Amelia Black was born from a vampire father and a human mother. She lived with her human mother and her elder sister Sasha. Her father only arrived every so often when she was young and for some reason he stopped visiting when she turned 9 or so. He never lived with them and his visits were usually short and too the point. What she remembers is vague. She remembered that her father was tall and had long black hair and a dark beard. Her mother made sure to scold her if she ever said something negative about her father.
On occasion he would be there for just her mother. Other times however he seemed to be very interested in either her or her sister. Her older sister was taken out to train with her father on several occasions. She herself was only taught one on one by her father a few times. One day when she was 9 years old suddenly he arrived with two other individuals. She was forced into secret door underneath the floorboards. She wasn't allowed out for several hours after the men left. When she was let out she was told that her sister was taken away and won't be coming back. Her father never returned either.
It was many years later and she had more or less decided to live her life as a human the best she could. However this all changed one day when she came home to blood dripping out from under her front door and onto the porch. Rushing into the room she saw her sister holding their mother's head in her hands. Blood dripped from her sister's mouth and blood covered every inch of the floor. Sasha was totally different than she had been the 10 years since she last saw her. Her delicate white hair had grown long and now lay around her shoulders stained with blood. Her brilliant blue eyes were blood red. The soft and gentle smile she once knew was replaced with a sadistic grin without a trace of humanity.
In a blind rage her own green eyes suddenly turn dark red and she leaped at her sister. Being fueled only by anger and instinct she struck out with her hands like a wild animal. Her patheitic movements were easily evaded by her swifter sister and she suddenly found herself being thrown hard onto a puddle of her mother's blood. The splash hit all 4 walls of the small room and the floor cracked under the force. All of the air in her lungs escaped and she gasped for breath.
"Oh...we little Amelia. You were always the weak one." A cold shiver runs down Amelia's spine as she can't even find the strength to respond. "Must have gotten that from mother. See I have inherited father's blood. He chose me. I've been getting stronger this past year. Even as a half vampire I'm not stronger than most full vampire. This was my final test before I was let into the house of Black as a full member. I just had to sever this tinsy little blood bond to the human world." Slumping down next to Amelia Sasha runs her long slender fingers over Amelia's face leaving behind a thin trail of her mother's blood. "You know...father wanted me to kill you too...." Suddenly the fingers are at Amelia's throat and slowly pressing down. Now even her gasps are silent. "Should I? No...no I have different plans. Hunt me little sister. Catch me if you can." Giggling Sasha stands up and calmly walks out of the room.
Amelia lay in the pool of her mother's blood for several minutes before she can get up. Everything she had just witnessed was too much for her to take in. From that moment on she ran. She ran until she couldn't run anymore and collapsed in the forest. A group of men surrounded her before she even knew they were there. They were vampire hunters. They were only a few seconds away from killing her but they hesitated. Instead they gave her food and clothing. From that moment on she learned the tools of the trade on how to hunt vampires. She practiced her blood magic as well as human tactics to taking out vampires.
Name: Ezikiel "The Crow" Vorona Age: 236 Gender: Male Appearance: Creature: Human(Turned Lycan) Type of Hunter: Hunter of Hunters How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Hunting for 216 years. Took Lycan Blood 212 years ago Background: It was Him, Henryk, Kross, Slauchik, and Alexy that had accepted Lycan Blood to get their vengeance. After they had parted ways Ezikiel the blood began to mess with him, enhancing his urge to hunt, at some point it won out, altering his idea of prey. He began Hunting any kind of Hunter, causing the deaths of many among the Night Hunters order and otherwise. Reason for Joining: The Thrill Arrived: Hasn't arrived...yet
Hi, I'm definitely interested in this. I wrote up a character, lemme know if she's what you're looking for or if there's anything I need to change.
Name: Ingrid Venn
Age: 133 (appearance of late teens early twenties)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ingrid is an energetic girl with a medium build and small stature. She stands only a few inches above five feet in height, and weighs somewhere near 120 pounds. She has a very pale complexion with an uncountable number of freckles. Her eyes are light green, and always seem lively, dancing about the area around her. She has wavy, dark red hair that reaches her shoulders, though it is often pulled back in a ponytail. Ingrid's clothing typically leans towards function over form, valuing comfort and maneuverability over anything else. She usually wears a black tank top under a battered jacket made of dark blue denim with numerous patches of varying colors. Her leggings are usually simple black jeans, somewhat tight, but not enough to impede movement. A wide hole is torn in the left knee. On her feet, she wears black leather combat boots, chosen specifically for their durability. Her waist is adorned with a simple black belt, with her revolver holstered at the hip alongside a large combat knife. Ingrid has a rather large collection of firearms, and is nearly always armed in some capacity. Her 'old reliable', as it were, is a .357 revolver kept at her hip. The weapon has a chrome finish and a grip made of mahogany. In addition to her revolver, Ingrid carries a small caliber double-barrel derringer hidden in her left boot. Outside of these, the girl owns a variety of weapons ranging from sub machine guns to high caliber rifles, however it is difficult to carry her entire collection. She has made a friend of an illicit arms dealer, who typically provides her with the necessary tools. All of her weapons are loaded with her customized rounds. A small amount of her blood is mixed with the lead for each and every bullet.
Creature:Vampire Type of Hunter: Primarily Vampire
How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Ingrid was bitten roughly 110 years ago. She has only taken up hunting somewhat recently.
Blood Magic: Volatile Blood: Ingrid's magic, though made possible by her transformation, likely has roots within her genetics. Vampirism seems to have caused a strange mutation within the girl's blood, causing it to react violently when placed in the presence of blood belonging to any other living thing. If Ingrid's blood is mixed with another blood type, her tainted blood erupts into flame, burning itself like fuel. Ingrid, in a spree of 'creativity' found a convenient way of weaponizing her curse by mixing her own blood into bullets. Though makeshift incendiary rounds are her favorite toy, she has also dabbled with applying her own blood to blades, explosives, and poisons, with varying degrees of success.
Background: Ingrid was born in a small town in Scotland to lower-class parents. Her mother died when she was quite young, so her father took to raising her. Despite being a somewhat sickly man, he was a good parent, and Ingrid loved him dearly. Unfortunately, he died when she was about twelve, which led to her being bounced back and forth amongst various family members until she was old enough to live on her own. Her freedom finally secured, and her heart brimming with ambition and longing for adventure, she decided to travel abroad. She spent a few years traveling throughout Europe, working various jobs to fund her travels, but never staying in one place for very long. Like her parents, she had always been somewhat sickly, but that had done little to hamper her spirit. Everything had went according to plan, if there was a plan to begin with, until a chance encounter in Russia. One night while traveling alone, Ingrid met a strange man on the road. At the time, he had seemed a bit odd and old-fashioned. Ingrid had chalked this up to a cultural discrepancy, and invited the odd gentleman to travel with her. They had not gone very far before she noted that he seemed distracted by something. Again, she chalked this up to a cultural phenomenon. After traveling for a few more hours, she offered the man a drink, and immediately noticed a change in his demeanor. They stopped, and after a bit of drinking, the man offered her the strangest proposition she'd ever heard. “How would you like to live forever?” Somewhat drunk, and viewing the offer as a joke, Ingrid decided immortality would be grand. She realized the weight of her decision a moment too late. The odd gentleman, a vampire, bit her nearly as soon as the words left her mouth. Shocked, she pulled away, but she could already fill something changing within her. Before she could question the strange man, he began shrieking in pain, flames billowing out of his mouth. He darted away, screaming something about tainted blood, and leaving the fledgling vampire to fend for herself. Ingrid's life from that day forward was a crash course in coming to understand her new self. She disliked the dangers of feeding, seeking blood only when she needed nourishment at first. Eventually, she discovered there were many others like her, some hiding in the shadows, some masquerading as ordinary people. She came to understand the ways of these people. Most of them viewed humans as a food source, little more than cattle. She, however, quickly grew bored of that lifestyle. Human or not, her heart still craved adventure. Now, however, her body could keep up with her spirit. Ingrid continued to travel for many years, but her search for new sources of entertainment, combined with her rebellious nature, led her into some strange, and often dangerous, places. She learned to defend herself rather well over the years, and quickly learned there was a market for her new skills. She took mercenary and bodyguard jobs at first, before veering into darker territory. Little challenged her, being what she was, and it almost felt unfair to use her talents against people with little ability to fight back. Seeking further excitement, she began hunting more elusive and aggressive prey. Soon, her kin found themselves in her crosshairs as well. Finally, she had found an adventure worth pursuing. Thankfully, she discovered there were other like-minded individuals, and sought them out.
Reason for Joining: Ingrid's reasoning for joining the hunt has little to no basis in ethics. She holds no grudge against vampires in particular, in fact she's quite happy with her own transformation. She does, however, consider most of her kin to be rather boring and wasteful with their immortality. Brash, headstrong, and searching for excitement, her ultimate reason for joining the hunt is little more than entertainment.
@ZetsukoHe's neat, but I think i'll limit it to one character for now, as time goes on I might allow more than one.
@DrowsyPangolin Also hi, nice to meet you. Just wrapped up reading your CS, and you're accepted. Go ahead and move her on over to the Character Tab when you can.
Appearance: Roze stands at about 5’4, with a slim yet curvaceous build and tanned skin. Her neck, wrists and arms are peppered with silvery, circular scars from past bite marks. According to a few people, she’s the only person they’ve seen that had been bitten so much without being turned. Lucky her. Her eyes are a bright cerulean blue, framed with long dark lashes and naturally slim dark brows. Her face is heart-shaped, with a dimpled smile and button nose. Atop her head sits a mane of black curls, which reach about her mid-back.
Creature: Human
Type of Hunter: Lycan, although is not averse to killing Vampires if necessary. In addition to this, if she catches a slight wind of demonic activity, she is there like a shot.
How long have you been hunting/afflicted: New to hunting – knows plenty of the lore and whatnot thanks to her (dead) vampire boyfriend, but hasn’t had any in-field practice with Lycans. As for Vampires, she’s killed three of them.
Growing in South Dakota, Roze lived a fairly middle-class life with successful parents, and a nice, big ass house. Her family wasn’t too big – there was no-one on her Mom’s native Italian side, and her Dad just had an older brother; her Uncle Bobby.
Bobby was great – having no kids himself, he doted on Roze, generally paying far more attention to her than her parents did, what with their busy jobs and travelling that they did. However, Bobby had a more than disturbing job – demon hunter.
And when you hunt demons, they don’t appreciate it too much.
Sometime after Roze’s sixth birthday, she was horrified to discover her Mother and Father fighting in the kitchen – her Mother had a knife, and was acting extremely aggressively. By the time her Father subdued her, something occurred that Roze could never forget; something rose out of her Mother’s body and entered her Father, who then turned to her, knife that was slick with blood being gripped more tightly.
Except it wasn’t her Father anymore.
And by the look in his suddenly unfamiliar eyes, he was ready to make hamburger meat out of her like her mother on the floor.
It was pure luck that Roze managed to dodge him, and run up the stairs. Pure luck that her Father had left his safe open and the gun out. Pure luck that Bobby had insisted on showing her how to load and fire a gun, despite her parent’s disagreements with showing a child so young something so dangerous.
Dangerous, yes. But it saved her life. As her Father - or rather, whatever was inhabiting her Father’s body – bore down on her, she let off the entire clip of bullets into his chest, the recoil of the gun knocking her to the floor.
The first person she called was Bobby, and then the police. By the time the police did arrive to the house, her prints had been wiped clean from the gun, and Bobby had rehearsed a story for her to say. Neither of them wanted her Father to be seen as some crazy man who deserved to be put down – so, they invented some masked figure who had broken in and killed her parents, but had fled as soon as Bobby arrived.
It didn’t really match up with the evidence, but she adamantly stuck to her story. The cops didn’t think for one second that a little girl would lie about it. So, while they chased this mystery man, the case eventually became cold, and forgotten about.
But not to Roze.
Now growing up with Bobby, he began teaching her about the world or the paranormal, and what those things were that killed her parents. She never blamed him for it, not for a second. As it turned out, trouble would have eventually found her anyway.
As puberty hit, Roze began falling into some bad crowds at her High School. She was getting wasted every other night, and curing her hangovers with skiving classes and yet more alcohol. However, when her first boyfriend began pressuring her to take drugs, she refused, not wanting to take a path as dark as that. Her boyfriend didn’t like that.
Late at night, at one of their less cosy haunts in the woods for parties, he threatened her with plenty of horrific things if she didn’t do as she was told. Despite her training with Bobby, she wasn’t strong enough to over power him, and would have ended up a druggie (Or worse) had it not been for Samuel.
Coming out of nowhere and nightmarishly swiftly killing her boyfriend before her, Roze knew that this guy was definitely not human. However, he acted as such with her, treating her with such care and concern that she truly believed that he killed that silly teenage boy to protect her. This was not the case.
Samuel had been immensely enticing to her every sense, and she had finally found her new vice of ecstasy with him. Rather than spending her nights drowning in alcohol, she cleaned up and spent most of her time with Samuel. Bobby was somewhat suspicious of this newcomer, and wasn’t particularly happy that he obviously had ten years on his 18-year-old niece – but Roze was much happier and healthier with this guy. Even if she did spend most nights with him, he couldn’t be a bad influence... surely?
And then Bobby noticed the bite marks peppering Roze’s body.
At first, he just that Samuel had some strange kink with biting – but then he realized. Vampire. Vampires were something Bobby avoided like the plague. Partially because a lot of them were actually nice members of society; but also because they fought in ways he wasn’t used to. Blood magic – like the magic Samuel was using on Roze to make her think that he feeding off of her wasn’t a bad or dangerous thing – wasn’t something Bobby was comfortable with. But what could he do? Stepping in could just risk both of their lives, but if it continued, Roze could be turned.
Thankfully, someone else put a stop to it.
Another vampire, by the name of Thane; his mere entrance was enough to turn Samuel aggressive, and with a threat of ripping her throat out, demanded that he leave. At that moment, the blood magic evaporated, and Roze realized how foolish she had been. Turning on Samuel, the pair of them managed to take his head off before morning even broke.
Thane wasn’t like Samuel – rather than pat her shoulder and reel off some sympathy, he instead explained things to her - why bad things, supernatural things had been pretty much all around her throughout her life. There was something in her blood – something unknown – that made it smell almost irresistible. It had drawn the demons to her home, and it had drawn Samuel to the forest that night. It had also drawn Thane to her, and in doing so, had saved her from Samuel.
After that night, Roze didn’t go home. Instead, she left a voicemail for her Uncle Bobby, telling him to not worry about her anymore. She had to leave; otherwise she’d just be putting him in danger.
For the next couple of years, Roze stayed with Thane. Together they killed any Vampires that attempted to harm her, and bonded quite closely. He never drank from her, or used his magic on her. For once in his life, she had a partner who treated her like a human being.
Tragically, a few weeks ago, she lost Thane. Something had torn him apart like a rag doll – most of the evidence pointed towards Lycan, although it was a strange thing, for a pack of Lycans to target a lone vampire who obviously didn’t pose any threats. Either way, Roze had nothing left, but an aching heart and lust for revenge. After wandering for a few weeks, Roze turned north, towards Maine. Thane had told her about a hunting group up there, a group that would welcome both the living and the afflicted. It would have been the perfect place for them both.
Except there was no both about it now.
Reason for Joining: She had nowhere else to go, and nothing left to do. So far, the only decent things she’s done in her life have been ridding the world of bad things - why not turn it into a career of sorts? Also, she may even be able to find those who took away the people she cared about so much.
@MiddleEarthRoze Nice. You're accepted Roze, feel free to transfer over to the character tab, and i'll jot you down on the roster.
I might have the IC up at some point later today or tomorrow, maybe accept a few more characters as well, but our roster will be getting pretty full soon.
Since we're dealing with lycans, vampires and other supernatural creatures, there's some suspension of disbelief to be had, but I wanted to talk about silver weapons. Silver is harder than lead, but it is also light. If you were to fire a silver bullet from a rifled barrel, I would think it would fly inaccurately - silver is hard to cool uniformly and as a result, they would wobble due to their imperfect shape. It also cools and melts at different temperatures than lead; when it cools, it shrinks more, resulting in smaller rounds than whatever you're molding for. Because of the metal's hardness, the rifling of the barrel would gradually become very damaged. You'd also need a hotter furnace/temperature to melt them than you would a lead bullet. A solution would be just to use normal, silver-jacketed bullets. A thin layer of silver might not cause as much damage to the barrel and be just as accurate as a typical round. However, the manufacturing process would probably be more than a simple garage and the average person could handle. Companies do make silver-jacketed bullets, but you're looking at steep prices for a full stock. Probably best to have a few as failsafes and stick to other rounds for typical use.
The most practical solution would probably be to take apart shotgun shells and fit them with bits of silver ball bearings or shrapnel from things like sterling flatware or jewelry. Much easier than trying to buy or cast your own specialty bullets. You might also be able to fit small bits of silver into the tips of hollow-point rounds.
As far a swords go, forget pure silver. The blade would be too flimsy to be of any use and it wouldn't hold an edge. It would blunt itself on impact and a normal steel blade could cut through it. A steel sword plated with silver might sound like a way around this, but again, after use, the silver would abrade itself off without much effort. Sterling silver could be better, but it's still not even as tough as bronze. You're better off using just about anything else. The only feasible way to make a 'silver' sword is through a process of inlaying silver sheet by hammering it in a cross-hatched surface and locking it in place. They use this method in Spain for jewelry and it has been done for decorative swords: metmuseum.org/toah/hd/dect/hd_dect.htm <- Article concerning decorative art on arms/armor smg.photobucket.com/user/cha-con/media.. img.photobucket.com/albums/v12/cha-con..
Of course, unless our characters just happen to be handy at metalworking, or very affluent, etc. silver equipment won't be a particularly common thing we have lying around.
Nice pick-up on the problem with silver there, my friend! TV shows and Movies like to forget just how soft a metal silver actually is. As for the weapons, perhaps the remaining silver-bound weapons are left from the olden times, where metalwork was a more common product.
Also, perhaps another metal could be harmful to these creatures? Titanium would definitely be strong enough in cutting off heads, let's be honest. A titanium-silver alloy could maybe work. (Not sure if that's actually doable, but it's a thought either way.)
