Kashmir is a Profound Beast. He is the perfect result of extreme levels of Ki cultivation in beasts known as “spiritual beasts”, animals that achieved such level that their animal “aspect” is long gone; now, as a humanoid, Kashmir is capable of speaking in human languages and having intelligence of one.
Kashmir is around two meters tall and weighs a total of 112 kilos. His thick, luxuriant white fur is marked with black stripes pattern. On top of that he is lithe and athletic, something he is keen to demonstrate with his flamboyant clothes. The white tiger uses satin pants and an open sleeveless overcoat, all matching his fur color.
As Kashmir reaches his transformation, his agile body drastically changes to a more herculean built. His nimbleness is replacement by pure mighty and while in this powerhouse transformation he is heavier weighing 200 kilos, durable and slower.
PERSONALITY TRAITS
Competitive
Rogue
Arrogant
Prideful
Determined
BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION
The white tiger known as Kashmir was a irrational beast before, in a time eons past ours. A formidable predator surviving in the forests of Kashmir as his instincts allowed.
But as Kashmir grew old and experienced so did his innate Ki in mysterious ways. As he trained in institive levels every scar he got taught made him stronger and astute. Eventually there was no obstacle or beast he could not defeat. Ruling the forest as king did not sasciate the young tiger’s appetite for challenges; and he was no longer an irrational animal. He became a humanoid capable of thinking and speaking. No animal was match for him. Eventually he found his new hunting ground in human settlements.
And like Kashmir, humans loved a good fight. The white tiger hunted them remorseless. “Kashmir, the Monstrous Beast”, left no stone unturned. Countless warriors met their ends in Kashmir claws and entire villages were destroyed by his fury.
This killing spree finally ended as he was defeated by a monk. Instead of killing the beast, the monk showed mercy and took Kashmir to his temple. There he healed his wounds and showed the meaning of benevolence.
Kashmir was forever changed.
In the temple, Kashmir grew stronger - being mythic beast allowed him a great life span. He learned he could live with the humans as one of them. But still, he was a natural fighter without the adrenaline his life was empty and without meaning. It was time to him to leave for greater challenges.
FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES
FIGHTING STYLE
Kashmir relies on more than one fighting style, which depends on his transformations. In his normal form - ironically or not - Kashmir employs what humans know as Tiger Claw School and Tiger Palm School. His attacks tend to be fast and fluid - but do not be fooled - while using this style he is still powerful. In addition, he uses a variety of acrobatic kicks and moves. Furthermore, his claws function as weapons.
When Kashmir transforms into Beast Kashmir he trades his agility for brute force. His attacks become powerful and his movements slow. He focus on a more brawler-oriented fight, depending more on close quarters and wrestling to overcome his opponents.
SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES
■ [Claw Attack/Claw Slash]
Kashmir’s main weapons are his claws, an attack very effective especially when he combines with his speed, making devastating combos. As Beast Kashmir, his claw combos become a single and powerful slash - easily dodgeable due his downgraded speed.
■ [Tornado Kick/Heavy Kick]
Kashmir uses his speed to spin around while jumping, delivering what he calls tornado kick. In his Beast form Kashmir charges his strength in a powerful kick that pretty much aims to send his adversary flying up.
■ [Ki Ball/Energy Punch & Kick]
Kashmir externalizes part of his Ki into a ball of pure energy he throws toward his adversary. Since this technique uses small quantity of Ki and requires no time to charge, he can launch multiple Ki Balls as his energy allows. Despite having to use double the energy in Beast Kashmir transformation he is still able to use this technique - but instead of externalizing his Ki as projectiles he charges his punches and kicks with this energy.
■ [Light Combo/Heavy Combo]
In his normal form Kashmir use his speed to overcome his adversary defenses while delivering a punch after another. In his Beast form this combo becomes a slow powerhouse of wide-easily dodgeable punches, in such manner it would be called bar fight.
SUPER MOVES
■ [Transformation]
As the fight progress and his Ki flows increases, Kashmir is able to channel that Ki and transform into Beast Kashmir. In this form he loses his dexterity as he goes for a more brawl-oriented style relying on wrestling. While in this transformation he is stronger and heavier - making him slower than normal - and spend twice the energy to keep fighting.
■ [Tornado Punch/Body Avalanche]
Kashmir spins in high velocity toward his adversary hitting them in the chest with both fists, pushing the enemy as he keeps spinning. As Beast Kashmir he charges with great momentum then he jump towards a standing opponent and knock him over. Is worth mentioning that as usual, he screams the name of this power move before doing it.
WEAKNESSES & LIMITS
Kashmir fight style and transformation are energy consuming - his transformation being costly both to reach and to maintain active. And he, being an apex predator, has only one strategy: attack. This flaw makes him an easy target for those to use wait the right time to attack as he prefers a low guard stances confident enough his agility or strength will do the job.
As Beast Kashmir he is slow and heavier with attacks that could easily be read before even happening. And while in a mighty versus mighty he would have equal chances, he would be easily overcome by adversaries that use speed as weapon. At his current level he can’t maintain his transformation for more than 30 minutes.
Now that school is sort of done (got one more online test to do, but I can easily finish that up), I'm going to have to apologize for everyone in the delay in activity. I should of put up a warning or something that I was getting busy as hell with school and would struggle a bit for getting something up.
Regardless, @aklasur I will get around to reviewing your character in a bit, so give me a sec.
@Darkmoon Angel I have actually planned for Katsuo to try and play hero in an... interesting way, so expect something from me to you.
In any case, I'll @ certain people to see if they're still here or their interest has waned. Regardless...
I finally finished the character I was working on! Once she's accepted I can post for Brown and Matsu and actually get re-involved in the RP.
⦋ 112 || Japanese || Female ⦌
APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY
APPEARANCE
Matsu takes the form of a young women around 25 years old. She stands around 5 feet 11 inches and has short cut golden blond hair, the color of freshly cut idyllic wheat. A pair of fox ears sticks up from the top of her head with white fur marking the tips. Her skin as a sunny, fair complexion that gives a wild yet regal air to her even in the most violent and degrading of circumstances. While physically healthy with a lithe, toned athletic figure one would expect to see on a martial artist Matsu is missing her right arm. Severed above the elbow the grievous wound has since scarred over. It remains covered in a folded up sleeve at all times.
PERSONALITY TRAITS
Supportive
Nurturing
Mischevious
Funloving
Embittered
Spiteful
BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION Matsu was born in the mountains of Japan in the early 1900s. A part of a litter of twelve steppe Kitsune, mystical fox-like creatures capable of controlling the wind with their tails and shape-shifting. Her youth was spent the same as many other Kitsunes; Toying with humans and pulling all kinds of frustration inducing and unnerving tricks on them. Japan was a beautiful place with a rich culture, however the rather stern disposition of the people made them incredibly gratifying to bother and harass with trickery.
Many Kitsunes well into their nine tails were content with living as mischievous spirits. Matsu however grew bordered and frustrated with her siblings. Seeking to break away from the life other Kitsunes led Matsu looked for something drastic to set herself apart. One day she slipped into a mountain top monastery and caught sight of many monks practicing their martial arts.
Watching from the shadows Matsu felt entranced by the movements and strange elegance of what the humans did. For a time she watched but eventually grew confident enough to try and mimic them, slowly learning on her own until seeking proper instruction. For years afterwards Matsu spent her days studying countless martial arts, filling her days with fights against skilled humans and other other Yokai of Japan.
A great many number of human years passed and Matsu found herself an accomplished fighter. During that time the nation of Japan became embroiled in a great number of wars, including two "World Wars". It was during the second of the two "World Wars" that Matsu witnessed terrible acts of destruction. She became mistrustful, if not somewhat hateful towards militant human organizations after seeing the horrific things done by both the foreign invaders and the native people of her land.
With two cities reduced to ashen graves in brilliant blasts of light and heat, Matsu saw fit to leave Japan and seek what the rest of the world had to offer. On her adventures she was joined by her young sister who was eager to tag along. Decades past and upon reaching her 100th birthday Matsu gained her second tail. Her growth and tales of her fighting prowess earned her the attention of a wonderful mate. At the same time her sister had learned enough from her to go off on her own.
For a time everything for Matsu seemed perfect.
Then one day it all came crashing down.
Matsu encountered a strange being, a werewolf of a most fearsome and viscous demeanor. She came to blows with the werewolf in a clash for her life. Though she survived her fighting ability simply wasn't enough and her arm was cut clean from her body. The loss of the limb destroyed the style she had developed over nearly 100 years and crushed her fighting capability. Her humiliation and near death shamed her mate, causing him to leave her for good.
Around the same time Matsu received word that her sister, who was traveling with a doctor had died under tragic circumstances.
Abandoned, broken, humiliated, and deprived of those she loved Matsu returned to Japan. She settled down in a forest thinking only of escaping the sorrow and sadness she was burdened with. A few years passed and her heart remained wounded.
Then one day, while walking through the woods, Matsu came upon a little girl crying on a forest path near a bench. Comforting the girl, assuming her to simply be lost, Matsu led her out of the woods and tried to help her find her parents. After just a little bit of searching it became clear that her parents had abandoned her and left the country all together.
Unwilling to leave the human girl to fend for herself Matsu took the child in, giving her the name "Brown" to replace the insulting name given to the child at birth. For years the Kitsune lived in the woods with the sickly child. Teaching her, feeding her, and helping her to grow strong while giving her the love she seemed to have been deprived of.
Having Brown in her life made Matsu able to forget the pain of losing her arm, her sister, and the pain of losing her mate and the chance to have a child of her own.
Years passed and Brown eventually sought to leave and travel the world to grow stronger. Matsu allowed her to go with her blessing and a small mountain of packed lunches.
With Brown's absence however came all the doubts, fears, and shame that Matsu had tried so hard to bury with her new found happiness. It became impossible for her not to relive the moment of her humiliating defeat and the death of her sister. Worse yet is Matsu remembered that the little girl she had come to care for was human, and as a Kitsune she was capable of outliving her several dozen times over.
Seeking some means of dashing her fears Matsu began to retrain herself to fight with one arm. Years have passed since that decision and now Matsu finds herself ready to step onto the world stage once more. Eager to support brown and seek a remedy for the pain in her life.
FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES
FIGHTING STYLE Before the loss of her arm Matsu fought with a fluid mix of martial arts (and similar sects of fightIng) that she had come to learn over her many years of study and travel. With the loss of her right arm however she became unable to use the style effective as it required the use of two functional arms.
Working hard however Matsu has worked to salvage what she learned and re-apply it to her current state of being.
Now Matsu fights using her remaining left arm, legs, her ability to manipulate wind, and her innate kitsune trickery. Her fighting style is fast and relies on precise defence penetrating strikes, deception, and agility. Striking where her enemies are most vulnerable and ‘widening’ those vulnerabilities to abuse further.
SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES
■ [Pinpoint Strike]
[With her hand flat Matsu lungs out with her arm and strikes an enemy, delivering a tremendous amount of force to a small area through her fingertips to deal an armor-crushing penetrative blow.]
■ [Knee Breeze]
[With an enemy close Matsu thrusts out her knee, focusing her ki into the cap and twisting the air in front of it to give a drill-like spin to the blow capable of ripping flesh and mangling reinforced steel. ]
■ [Air Injection]
[An anti-hold technique Matsu developed out of a fear of someone abusing the fact she only had a single arm. By running her ki through her arm she can strengthen and stiffen the fine hairs along it, turning them into what amount to tiny hypodermic needles. By running air through/along the hairs Matsu is able to ‘inject’ high pressure bubbles into any flesh/material in close proximity with her skin. Upon entering into flesh, stone, or metal, the bubbles rapidly expand and cause devastating damage.
More than enough to destroy any restrains binding her arm or injure any limb grappling her own.]
■ [Transformation]
[Using her innate Kitsune ability Matsu can transform herself to look like another person regardless of gender, size, or build. Though she does not inherent that individual's strength, abilities, or the proper use of their working right arms, she is able to mimic their appearance and voices perfectly with only her shadow giving her away.
Though not particularly effective in direct confrontations Matsu can use this to devastating effect in debilitating psychological attacks on her enemies. Taking the form of those they care about or held dear and angering them or wounding their confidence by saying horrible things to them. Out of combat she can use her ability to escape trouble by disguising or fish for information by posing as others.]
■ [Aerial Mine]
[Compressing gases into a ball and binding them with her ki, Matsu is able to create a baseball sized directional 'mine' of sorts. When touched or disturbed it will 'unfurl' like a tightly wound ball of razor wire erupting and slashing the one who disturbed it, unleashing a sudden swirl of steel cutting gales. Invisible to the naked eye Matsu is able to stick these 'mines' to anything, even herself, to set up traps and use for tricks. However Matsu is only able to make two of these mines at once and they are detectable by those with powerful senses or sensors. ]
SUPER MOVES
■ [KAMIKAZI DIVINE WIND OF DESTRUCTION!]
[Focusing all her ki into her left arm Matsu begins to pull in gases from the environment around her. She compresses them into a disk suspended above her open palm. Then she begins to spin the disk. Fast and faster, amassing insane speed and momentum with every momentum. Until the disk of compressed air looks like a miniature hurricane in her palm, whipping the air around it like a proper storm.
Racing towards her enemy Matsu swings out her arm as if it were a sword and slams the disk into her enemy. The spinning disk of compressed air cuts like an anti-material saw, finer and sharper than any normal blade crafted by mortal hands could. It pierces all but the most significant of defences, parting any material it comes in contact with so cleanly you would never expect they were connected to begin with.
Matsu can only maintain the ‘saw’ for so long however and while capable of throwing it, the saw dissipates rapidly after leaving her palm. ]
WEAKNESSES & LIMITS Matsu is fast, precise, and skilled. However powerful she may be however in contests of raw strength of overt physical force she will likely lose. Her power and fighting style relies on the precise application of power. Broader demands for physical strength leave her at a disadvantage. The loss of one of her arm also leaves her at something of a disadvantage leaving her right side vulnerable to attacks and difficult to defend under normal circumstances. Her attacks and fighting style usually require close contact to work, meaning fights at a distance are a losing proposition for her.
OTHER
Matsu is more or less Brown's surrogate mother. As a result she enjoys doting on Brown and is extremely protective of her.
And I finally finished the post that I've been meaning to get up for the past couple of months! Over the next few days I'm going to get some titles and links to our charys finished with my co-gms (finally I take it) as well as post the true plot synopsis for what the Clouded Arc will actually be!
Once a few certain events happen, courtesy of my two lovely gms, the true plot synopsis for the Connections Arc will follow as well! Stay lively world warriors! We are back!
Hey @Savo, is this still running? Can I get another Discord invite? The current one appears to have broken. Probably due to the bot panic that happened a while ago.
As a typical vampire, Vlad has pale white skin and glowing crimson eyes. His hair is a raven black and his face sports a hint of stubble. The fangs are immediately noticable. His physique his tall and lean, standing at 6'5".
Vlad makes sure to always dress appropriately. He often wears some form of formal attire, usually a black suit with a red tie. Sometimes he wears an overly large-brimmed sunhat, and of course, always wearing a long black and red cape with a cowl.
Vlad usually has a facade of grace. He is a formal gentleman; often polite, or tries to be. Regardless, underneath that facade is a chaotic individual who certainly has no qualms with feeding off of the living, or messing with the wrong people. Immortality has made life, well, boring, and Vlad often entertains himself with mischief; sometimes harmless. There is an obvious, and perhaps, annoying sense of pride and confidence that Vlad always carries. Overconfident in both his own nature as 'the prince of the night', as well as considering himself to be a man of high class and wealth. Due to this Vlad looks upon less fortunate soul with (almost) a sense of pity. Mortals too. Almost, but, not enough for him to make a difference.
Being a man of dignity, Vlad distastes getting himself dirty. Whether it be combat, or merely feeding, Redrum tries to be as clean and as professional as possible.
When he is expected to duel or to otherwise get busy, he will often wear his 'duelist uniform' which is just a glorified black and gold fencer uniform (Which is also sun proof):
The reporter walked into the mansion, taking nervous steps on the clean tiled floor. The cameraman behind her was just as cautious. As they walked, they couldn't help but notice the servants around them. Maids and butlers, all with a lifeless expression; dead eyes watching them as they moved further. The room was cold, and the motionless servants didn't help to lift the atmosphere.
"Are you sure this isn't a prank?" Said the cameraman, having attempted to turn his fear into frustration.
"He gave us an invitation in person, remember? It's un-" She snapped back, but was cut off as a sudden motion caught both of their attention. Before them, between the double staircase of the foyer, rose a swirling mass that had seemed to swoop down on the floor from the shadows. Taking shape from the swirl of motion, later revealed to be his cape, was the man of the hour himself.
"Greetings, welcome to my humble abode." Vlad bowed politely before his guests, dressed in his typical evening suit. "I hope my loyal subjects haven't bothered you." He said, his voice was almost enchanting, yet there in lied waited something sinister in his tone; like a serpent.
He snapped his fingers, and the handful of maids and butlers suddenly came to life. They seemed to carry on with their duties; moving furniture and decor, preparing drinks, and the like. Set up by several servants were a pair of expensive, decorative chairs with fine silk cushions, and a likewise rich couch of a black dyed fabric. Vlad had taken a seat on the sofa. Just as the reporter took a seat on one of the chairs, a maid approach to set up a tray with what appeared to be freshly served snacks; A glass of wine and miniature sandwiches.
The cameraman turned on his camera to film the two.
"So, what brings you to my estate, you'll have to forgive my poor memory."
"We um." She turned to the tray briefly to decide on whether taking a bite or not, before refusing. "Well you said you would tell the world where you came from, why you're here. Fans are dying to know after all, what's your story?"
He chuckled. "Fans? Story?" He waved his hand way in a dismissal motion.
"Oh you mortals and your, strange fascination with romanticizing monsters nowadays. 300 years ago you wouldn't see that kind of opinion out there." He sighed. "Ah but those days are over I'm afraid, very well, I shall tell you what I can remember.." He waved his hand in a dramatic motion as he began;
"You see, I was born into a royal family of, well, a kingdom of sorts. The name? I couldn't recall." He laughed, amusing himself. "Those kinds of details don't matter anymore anyway, I know it doesn't exist anymore. Anyway; so, of course, this small little civilization there, I think it was somewhere in east Europe; we were...let's say not the most liked kind of rulers out there. Sure, we didn't needlessly kill anyone. But there were complaints from the commoners about corruption, wickedness, greed, what have you. And sure, I suppose those complaints were...not far from the truth. I can't remember my father, I knew he was there, I knew what he did, but well; I suppose I just didn't care enough for him to remember. My mother, well, she was the one who spoiled me when I was a young one, I remember that face well enough. My sister, well...I suppose I have her to thank to be where I am today.
You see, I suppose it all started when famine struck our lands. Rain hadn't fall, the soil had become ill, and well; life was miserable. For them, not us, of course. While they starved outside, poor and with little food, we hoarded the land's boon. Fresh pig, mutton, mm...I almost missed that taste." He trailed off for a moment.
"Mr. Dalv?"
"Oh, pardon me."
"Is that your real name?"
"What is?"
"Dalv."
"Oh, no." He chuckled, waving away her thought. "No, my real name was far less suitable I suppose. I abandoned it sometime ago."
"Oh, well..."
Vlad took the advantage of her silence to continue. "Where was I? Oh yes, you see; They didn't like that fact too much, the commoners. They decided to have a riot of sorts. Pitchforks and torches, all that nonsense. Of course the guards initially had their uses, but I guess many of them joined the crowd since I, well, I suppose my father forgot to treat them well." He snickered. At the time I was about as old as, well, how you see me now. But still, I wasn't in charge. No I'd be on merry strolls enjoying my privileges and flirting with the local beauties. My carefree life was taken away by my reckless family."
"So you resent them?" She asked.
"Heavens no." He once again made a dismissal hand gesture, scoffing at the idea. "If it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here now. You see, because of this predicament, we were..desperate. My sister, now, I didn't know what she was up to. But it was revealed on that day that she was well versed in the occult. Now, I don't know if she was a witch, but I'm sure on any other day she could have been burned for that fact. Anyway, with her connections and my...father's..." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, a flash of anger briefly in his expression, as if a sudden memory popped into view. He played it off with a brief snicker. "My father had no idea what he was doing when he thrashed his daughter about saving them. The price she insisted was too high. Well, she couldn't do anything against an angry and desperate man losing power; so she had summoned a vampire."
A smile curled on his lips, revealing his fangs. "Shocker, I know."
"But it gets better. You see, the vampire in question was happy to deal with our little problem; But my father gave him a..well a bit too stern of an attitude. He didn't know his place. So our little blood-sucking friend wasn't in the best of mood to help us. More importantly, it was a bloody vampire; I mean who the hell.." He sighed. "I'm getting off topic. Anyway, our blood-sucking hero explains to us that he will grant our wish if we are willing to sacrifice one of our own. Sure enough, immediately without consent, my father picks out my sister. Now, as the vampire explained that he must literally stand his own damned child in the back; I was well...I didn't like that much really. Mother well, I'm sure she didn't want that, but she didn't interfere. So, I picked up a decorative sword from the wall, and used it to strike my father's back while he was busy on my sibling. Of course he was shocked, as was I, that was my first....kill. So to speak. While all this was happening, mind you, the revolt was reaching our doors. The vampire, having accepted the father as the sacrifice, took to dealing with the first wave of an angry mob. I don't remember the details, I recall my mother screaming; going into a corner. I remember my father trying to mouth something, struggling through rage and shock. 'Course I don't remember what he said. What I do remember, was my sister. Upon seeing the massacre she tried to stop what she had summoned. She drew a knife and stabbed the vampire's chest. I think she was going for the heart, but apparently she missed. The dagger didn't seem to go through his flesh that much either...Anyway, the angry fiend turned around and gutted her like a pig.
Now you can, imagine the shock of those events. The trauma, and all. I completely forgot who that monster was with how...well I'm not sure how to describe how I felt. It's been so long since I felt such emotion, and it was too complicated to wave it away as angry. No it was mixed with all..sorts..of delicious emotions. Rage, Fear, Shock, terror, panic....Ah, yes a lot of terrible things going on off at once. It made me dumb enough to attack the thing, and obviously my efforts were in vain. At this point most of the riot had realized what was happening after their first wave had been massacred, and began to scream in terror back to the village. The chaos had set the castle ablaze, I remember that, because I distinctly recall the fire twisting light and shadows around this...monstrous figure. It towered over me, scoffed, and I believe it bit my neck. It had to have had, because if he didn't, I wouldn't be here. Regardless, There was no period I remember in between; like sleeping and waking. I awoke, to find myself surrounded in a closed space of wood. It didn't take long to realize I had been buried alive. Except, I wasn't really alive, now was I?" He grinned again at the woman, giving her a wink with his crimson eyes.
The gesture sent a shiver down her spine, but she continued. "That..that must been when you turned then."
"Correct." He responded. "My skin was pale, I had no pulse; I was cold, but not..really. Numb perhaps. Anyway, I freaked out and struggled for a bit. Eventually I discovered the unnatural strength I had which allowed me to claw my way out of the coffin and the earth. I awoke in the graveyard, and returned to my castle. It had been well, 3 days since I died. According to what I learned. My subjects were shocked to see me. I was more shocked, to see my mother's, the queen's, battered corpse hanging from the front of the castle gate; sweet dry blood staining the stone bricks. Well they called us a monster in life, so I decided to give them what they said I was."
His grin faded back into a smile, though it still felt sinister to the woman, who now nervously took a sip of the wine. "Well, the few that I liked I turned into the loyal subjects you see around this manner. Eternal like me, but not quite vampires. Pity they don't have any free will to entertain me with."
"Wow that is um...fascinating, Mr. Dalv. But why are you here now, so far away from home?"
"Money, fame, social status. Trivial things mind you, and of course, living in a damp old castle isn't really a lifestyle fit for a prince, is it?" He said as he slowly moved off from the couch.
The woman was speechless as she was staring into Vlad's eyes. Like it was some kind of trance. The cameraman noticed this, and turned his camera off. He tried to snap her awake, shouting "hey!" But our dashing young vampire had closed the distance between them in unnatural speed. His cold white fingers gripped the man's throat, cutting his voice off from any further sound. "Shhh.." He whispered as his nails elongated into claws, drawing blood from small cuts that were made on his neck from the transformation of the fingers. Drawing his fangs, he bit into the cameraman's neck, who dropped his camera from the attack. He was sucked dry, while the woman remained in a trance. "Hmm.." He said as he dropped the corpse. "Well, I think this will make a fine addition to the auditorium. What do you think...what was your name again Darling?"
"Mary." She said in a tranced voice, as if she was talking in her sleep.
"Ah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance my dear." He spoke, before taking a bite out of her neck as well.
FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES
FIGHTING STYLE
Vlad as a high class gentleman, doesn't like to get dirty or expend to much effort. However he is not opposed to a proper duel or challenge. Wielding a rather long rapier which he has dubbed 'The Impaler', Vlad strikes with swift jabs while sustaining a comfortable distance between himself and his opponent. Drawing blood, usually from his foe, allows him to use his vampiric powers further to his advantage.
His vampiric physiology has given him numerous supernatural advantages. While the vampiric ki he possesses is in itself relatively weak; he is still unnaturally strong and durable. He can regenerate effectively (So long as his heart isn't destroyed). Able to see in the dark, possessing a strong sense of smell, and being tied to necromancy are all traits of a vampire Vlad can exploit. His 'art' practices mostly on blood manipulation. Blood that has been separated from a body can be manipulated into various ways by the moves below. This blood can be his own blood or another's, but if it is an outside source it cannot be manipulated while connected to one's body and ki. Meaning the blood used must be outside the body and drawn out such as a puddle of blood or on his sword. This form of blood manipulation is fueled and controlled by his vampiric ki.
SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES
■ [Vampiric Mist]
[Vlad turns into an immobile body of mist; becoming temporarily intangible and immune to attacks, but cannot move during this state.]
■ [Bat Form]
[Vlad can turn into a small, fast vampire bat. While still having blood sucking fangs he is mostly defenseless in this form. But his small size and swift speed makes him a difficult target in this form. Best used for transportation or evading attacks.]
■ [Blood Fire]
[Vlad can cause blood to boil into a burning liquid, or even explode rapidly into a powerful burst.]
■ [Crimson Blade]
[With blood staining his rapier, Vlad can extend and solidify the blood into a longer ranged blade. The exact shape of this blood sword/weapon can be determined by him.]
■ [Blood spear]
[Vlad can project a bolt composed of semi solid blood either from a portion of crimson blade, a nearby blood puddle, or from his own body. The resulting projectile is both sharp and fast, like a crossbow bolt.]
■ [Ghastly Presence]
[Vlad allow's himself reveal or surpress his own fiendish presence at will. When revealed, his presence makes the surrounding area drop in temperature, often accompanied by shadows twists around him or letting the wind howl. Animals will often either go quiet at his presence, or freak out by barking/growling. Small open flames can be put out as well by this ability.]
■ [Mage Hand]
[An incorporeal hand can be summoned at will by Vlad. This hand acts as an independant, floating hand. Able to lift, carry, pull, and push objects. It can't attack by itself, but can throw objects or wield weapons. The hand's range is limited by 30 meters around Vlad]
■ [Blood Snare]
[A tendril or multiple tendrils form from either Vlad's own blood, a blood puddle, or from his crimson blade. The tendril aims to wrap around a subject to trap them in place, and is free to pull or move trapped victims if successful. The tendrils may also throw these victims, or instead act to slam into said victim instead of trying to grab them.]
■ [Vampiric Waltz]
[Vlad expends more of his vampiric ki to apply his undead speed. Turning himself into almost a blur of speed, Vlad will attempt to disorient his opponent by taking three stride-like side steps, which cover a large distance with only a motion trail. In between each step is a rhytmic pause. Then he performs a fourth motion; either perform a counter attack with his rapier, or retreat into a nearby hiding place.]
■ [Blood Wave]
[From his own blood/body, a nearby puddle, or through crimson blade, Vlad can generate a crescent shaped wave of blood, which is sharp enough to act as a bladed projectile.
■ [Duelist Flurry]
[A rapid thrust attack with his rapier, aiming to both disorient his opponent with a flurry of attacks with the hopes of at least landing one hit to draw blood.]
■ [Vampiric Hypnosis]
By staring deeply into his eyes, and requiring activation, Vlad can put people under hypnosis, and manipulate them under his will temporarily. This requires sustained eye contact, and most commands can only be sustained and obeyed by remaining in that trance. Subconscious orders can also be implanted to perform later, but this is harder to pull off if they have a strong will. Hypnosis doesn't work with people that can use their ki, or if they have a strong enough will power. Breaking eye contact for more then 5 seconds ends the trance. A sustained trance of 2 minutes is required to implant a subconscious command.]
SUPER MOVES
■ [Blood Storm]
[Vlad unleashes a flurry of blood spears in rapid fire.]
■ [Midnight Swarm]
[Vlad conjures hundreds of bats that swarm their opponent with fangs and clawed feet. The bats are a bit more monstrous looking then the average vampire bat. They are the size of fruit bats, with long claws for feet and canine-rowed teeth in their maws. Blood red eyes and slick wolf-like fur. Being slightly stronger then the average bat, they are potentially dangerous, but not too difficult to kill individually. The swarm de-spawns after 1 minute.]
■ [Life Drain]
[With a tight grip of an opponent, Vlad unleashed a torrent of undead, necromatic magic. Opponents that are mortal and biologically will have their skin burst in bloody lesions and mild decay/rot under contact from Vlad's palm. Both their life force and ki are drained by this move, temporarily weakening them and making the pain of their injuries much more unbearable then it would otherwise.]
WEAKNESSES & LIMITS
Since vampire's are undead, they're ki is not self-sustainable. Instead it is drawn from the blood of their victims, and absorbed to be stored and help fuel their false life. Since vampiric ki is absorbed from the life energy of blood itself, it is often attributed with a blood-colored tint of hue when exposed. Those that are able to control ki are more difficult to drink from, as their blood can 'fight back' when being absorbed; essentially the ki becomes more active and can do more damage to the vampire instead of being properly consumed, thus vampires can't really drink from ki users unless if they are in a dying state; or in an otherwise weak state where they physically cannot draw ki properly. Some vampiric ki can be regenerated during the 'rest' period vampires may take, usually during the day, and in their coffins. Though this method isn't sustainable unless if they rest for centuries. Blood from other immortals and mythic creatures also won't do so well, especially divine blood, as all of which and especially the latter are toxic and potentially fatal.
Those with ki are also able to resist many of the vampiric abilities, such as hypnosis, and ki is in of itself an effective ward for vampires. Ki-based damage is harder to recover from for vampires, often exhausting to regenerate from. Powerful doses of ki can even burn a vampire even if it's not supposed to be an attack.
UV radiation burns and melts a vampire into nothing but steam and dust. Extensive proper protection is required if a vampire such as vlad needs to be out in daylight: Many avoid the risk altogether by staying dormant. Powerful sunscreen can slow the process to mild burnings initially. Vlad's cape, cowl, and sunhat are often well enough to travel out in the day: But he still has to be careful not to expose himself in the sun for any extensive activity.
As long as the heart is in tact, Vlad can regenerate. Severe destruction can take a while to regenerate fully, decapitation causes knockouts until it is regenerated.
Divine energy, holy objects, blessed water, and other such holy factors are all toxic to an undead fiend. Contact with holy water or otherwise divine material can cause a vampire to burn and melt. Holy objects like a cross may not cause immediate effects, but can drive a vampire off even if only being near a vampire.
Contrary to popular belief a mere wooden stake doesn't do much. The stake must be made from white oak, a tree that has an unnatural amount of potent ki even when chopped to simple materials. White oak in general has an adverse affect to vampires. This aversion inhibits their regeneration, similar to ki attacks, when struck by weapons made from white oak. Impalement by a white oak stake can be difficult to deal with for most vampires, and of course, a stake to the heart is immediately fatal.
Stakes can also be applied to corpses suspected of turning into vampire's by striking their heart. Doing so prevents the corpse from turning into a vampire. Hawthorne's trees also have a similar effect, due to it's holy connections, it inflicts minor burns.
Vampire's are essentially extremely allergic to garlic. The smell alone is overwhelming. Direct contact can give them mild burns.
A vampire cannot enter someone's home without permission. A simple denial or ignoring of a vampire's request to enter is all is necessary to keep a vampire out of one's private home.
Vampire's can't see their reflection. In fact in mirrors or even reflective water they lack any reflection of their person.
Rivers, streams, and other bodies of running water act as a physical ward that prevent vampires from crossing. By instinct their bodies refuse to move past or above a river if it is in sight or uncovered. If they are forced into such waters, they're bodies essentially become petrified into a stasis-like state; and will remain so unless if they are removed from the running currents. This does not apply to any form of moving water, such as rain drops or a shower. Large bodies of water with currents such as a huge lake or ocean do not necessarily apply either, though powerful currents can produce a similar effect if exposed to.
OTHER
What else?
Those that have been drained of blood completely by a vampire will have their empty veins flooded with a black-venom like substance. This is essentially the vampire curse. After dying, the venom is soaked into the dead corpse of the victim, and will revive them as an undead vampire. This curse only applies to humans. The venom while transferred still even if they aren't completely sucked dry, is usually destroyed by white blood cells naturally.
Vampires can also raise the dead as undead thralls. These are more or less like personal zombie servants, also known as ghouls. Ghouls are raised by vampires by removing the venom before it is fully absorbed into the corpse; preventing them from becoming vampires but still becoming raised as undead. Like a vampire they have supernatural strength, but lack some of the weaknesses such as sunlight or stakes. They are still undead and can't cross running water or deal with holy objects. They can't regenerate, but don't experience pain as they are essentially a sapient corpse. Ghouls do not need to feed, and are usually held as slaves by their vampiric masters. Ghouls are allowed however to obtain independence on rare occasions, usually by the death of their masters. Vampires can only control a limited amount of ghouls at a time.
So as you probably noticed, this has kinda been super slow for a while, bordering on dead. I think we're all in agreement that we need to get things going again but ultimately I think we've reached a point where we need to step back and take a look at what we're doing.
So yeah, this is getting rebooted, and properly this time with a solid game plan going forward and a truly fresh start. Me and the other GMs are going to workshop this for a while and bring out something really awesome for you guys to play with and hopefully bring some fresh blood into this concept, so to say!
Until then, I want to thank those of you who've been a part of this so far. You've all done a great job in keeping this silly little RP alive and I hope that with this reboot we can give you an experience that's worth all the effort you guys have put into it up until this point. If you want to be notified when the new Nomadic Fist is live, feel free to drop me or the other GMs a PM (heh) and we'll let you know when it's up and ready.
Til then, stay tuned, and keep fighting the good fight! :)