Approved Character List
Wraithblade6
Name: Mithias Aldaric Varomere.
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Age: early 700's
Species: Vampire
Goals/Faction: Soldier Elite agent
Backstory:
The most notable aspect of the vampire Mithias' human orgins is that he was a knight of the Templar order. The details of his memory of the era have faded over time, yet he has been willing to provide his own individual account of history for the midwestern area of modern Germany. He claims to have been turned by an unknown vampire of no report at the start of the Inquisition, and indeed he does not appear to have inherited any supernatural abilities of note, other than an advantageous speed compared to other vampires and the expected enhancement of vampiric strength. Mithias appears to have survived the mental and emotional affects of turning by focusing his attention on his descendant human family. Protecting them has allowed him to remain stable and accustomed to protecting human life. Many of his deeds between then and now are of little note or are difficult to verify.
During the Nightwars, Mithias was instrumental in stopping the forces of Magnus. He united many other vampires that were opposed to the subjugation of humans and demonstrated that vampirism could be used to protect humanity as much as threaten it. It is because of him that vampires are employed as Soldier Elite agents and protected from human aggression and retaliation wherever they observe the law of the Blood Compact. Many see him as a hero, yet there are both humans and vampires that curse his name. Currently Mithias commands the North American Elite branch 01 on the field. He has refused promotion.
Powers/Skills:
Complete immunity to mind control or influence (off record)
Moderate level of pyrokinesis (off record)
Melee combat with bladed weapons. Mithias is strong, but there are many vampires with far greater strength. He relies on speed and finesse to fight physically, although he'd prefer to make use of ranged weapons or explosives and traps. His reflexes and speed are exceptional among his kind, comparable to an oldblood.
Equipment/Weapons:
Twin katana-type swords, titanium alloy.
Barbed blood-letting daggers.
Leather whip.
Heavy handgun
Flash/smoke grenades.
Themesong: Give in to the Night - Disturbed
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Age: early 700's
Species: Vampire
Goals/Faction: Soldier Elite agent
Backstory:
The most notable aspect of the vampire Mithias' human orgins is that he was a knight of the Templar order. The details of his memory of the era have faded over time, yet he has been willing to provide his own individual account of history for the midwestern area of modern Germany. He claims to have been turned by an unknown vampire of no report at the start of the Inquisition, and indeed he does not appear to have inherited any supernatural abilities of note, other than an advantageous speed compared to other vampires and the expected enhancement of vampiric strength. Mithias appears to have survived the mental and emotional affects of turning by focusing his attention on his descendant human family. Protecting them has allowed him to remain stable and accustomed to protecting human life. Many of his deeds between then and now are of little note or are difficult to verify.
During the Nightwars, Mithias was instrumental in stopping the forces of Magnus. He united many other vampires that were opposed to the subjugation of humans and demonstrated that vampirism could be used to protect humanity as much as threaten it. It is because of him that vampires are employed as Soldier Elite agents and protected from human aggression and retaliation wherever they observe the law of the Blood Compact. Many see him as a hero, yet there are both humans and vampires that curse his name. Currently Mithias commands the North American Elite branch 01 on the field. He has refused promotion.
Powers/Skills:
Complete immunity to mind control or influence (off record)
Moderate level of pyrokinesis (off record)
Melee combat with bladed weapons. Mithias is strong, but there are many vampires with far greater strength. He relies on speed and finesse to fight physically, although he'd prefer to make use of ranged weapons or explosives and traps. His reflexes and speed are exceptional among his kind, comparable to an oldblood.
Equipment/Weapons:
Twin katana-type swords, titanium alloy.
Barbed blood-letting daggers.
Leather whip.
Heavy handgun
Flash/smoke grenades.
Themesong: Give in to the Night - Disturbed
Ojo Chan 42
Name: Sasha O'Neill
Image: half long brown hair, with striking green eye's
Age: 20
Species: human
Goals: To interview an elder vampire, and become a wold famous reporter. She wants to know more about vampires, and help anit-vampire humans understand that not all vampires are so dangerous. A very naive thought indeed.
Faction: pro-vampire
Backstory: Grown up in a peacefull human village near the Rocky mountains, Sasha had never seen a vampire in her entire life. She only heard some stories from her mentor who went to the big city's from time to time. Her mentor was what you could call,... well a vampire hunter. Killing them if they had hurt or killed a human. Bit of and outlaw as he was, he had many run ins with SOLDIER for they were not enterily happy about his activeties. He learned Sasha how to kill a vampire if she was ever in danger, something she luckely never had to use.
After working at the Daily Express, a lokal news paper. She decided it was high time to make her way towards the big city to fulfill her life long dream.
Powers/Skills: the pen is mightier than the sword, she has a silver tounge that knows how to sweettalk anyone. She knows when to keep silent and use her writing instead. Through her years at the Daily express and she has gotten many connections within the writers world, and knows who to call for what information. She is also a great tracker and knows how to survive in the wild to some extend, for she grew up surrounded by mountains and nature.
Equipment: pen, paper, a old shoulderbag containing ink, old maps and some devices that hold the known history of both vampires and humans.
Weapons:a small silver dagger, handgun.
Themesong:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7BrZf2ZVwI
Image: half long brown hair, with striking green eye's
Age: 20
Species: human
Goals: To interview an elder vampire, and become a wold famous reporter. She wants to know more about vampires, and help anit-vampire humans understand that not all vampires are so dangerous. A very naive thought indeed.
Faction: pro-vampire
Backstory: Grown up in a peacefull human village near the Rocky mountains, Sasha had never seen a vampire in her entire life. She only heard some stories from her mentor who went to the big city's from time to time. Her mentor was what you could call,... well a vampire hunter. Killing them if they had hurt or killed a human. Bit of and outlaw as he was, he had many run ins with SOLDIER for they were not enterily happy about his activeties. He learned Sasha how to kill a vampire if she was ever in danger, something she luckely never had to use.
After working at the Daily Express, a lokal news paper. She decided it was high time to make her way towards the big city to fulfill her life long dream.
Powers/Skills: the pen is mightier than the sword, she has a silver tounge that knows how to sweettalk anyone. She knows when to keep silent and use her writing instead. Through her years at the Daily express and she has gotten many connections within the writers world, and knows who to call for what information. She is also a great tracker and knows how to survive in the wild to some extend, for she grew up surrounded by mountains and nature.
Equipment: pen, paper, a old shoulderbag containing ink, old maps and some devices that hold the known history of both vampires and humans.
Weapons:a small silver dagger, handgun.
Themesong:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7BrZf2ZVwI
BlackPanther
Name:
Vladimir (Also known as Vlad to those who interact with him often )
Appearance:
Vladimir is considered handsome. He has a form of male beauty that makes most women fall for him…and he uses that to his advantage. He stands at around 6 foot 1 with perfect posture. His skin is lightly tanned which gives him a bit of a golden glow. His eyes are a pale grey that seem to either reflect only one emotion…that of anger. When he is angry those eyes seem to reflect rolling clouds of storms. He is well built, but lean. Muscles of an archer that can be hidden and let his opponents underestimate him. He is a lot stronger then he looks. His hair is rather interesting. The right, back and underneath the left sides of his head are all shaved at about 3 inches with the top of his hair falling to the left. His hair is a deep raven black with a stark white streak falling over his left eye (Pie bald). In his left ear is a silver hoop that seems to be soldered shut. His ears have a very slight point and his canines are slightly longer then average. His weight is around 180 with that being mostly muscle. He has a Russian accent that comes out when he is caught off guard or angry along with occasional Russian words slipping. He walks with an almost feline grace and makes little to no noise when walking. Lastly, his voice has a velvety softness to it, though is can become more harsh when he is upset.
werewolf form
It seems almost as if his white streak takes over in this form. This hulking beast develops onyx claws and canines that are longer then average. His eyes seem somehow paler in this form giving a haunting look to the ghost wolf. (as was his nickname in the pack…before…well everything)
scent: kind of like wet dog...not really appealing
Age:
Looks 21, actual age is somewhere in the 1,000 range
Species:
Vampire werewolf hybrid
Goals/Faction:
He somehow recently ended up with SOLDIER and gets to be a pin in their ass.
Backstory:
Vladimir was born amongst others of his kind. He grew up among them, learned to be like them, fairly normal. He was even rather high ranking in the pack, gaining him a good reputation.
That is until he was turned into some freaky hybrid at the age of 21 during a fight with one of them. The fight ended with the vampire dead and vladimir heading home not realizing that he was now something other.
Once his pack realized what happened, they banished him rather quickly showing him that even those you care about are capable of becoming people that hate you in a matter of days. This caused for a personality change to the lovely bucket of sunshine he is today.
As he explored on his own, he found himself as a pirate captain. Having bought his own ship and gained his own crew, he was able to steal a large amount of treasure. (Treasure he still has hidden in various places.)
Fast forward a few years to when he was taking a small ‘vacation’ with his crew in a random town. There he met a woman (it is always a woman no?) whom he fell for. He cared for her deeply and managed to woo her into being his spouse. Once they were married he handed the reigns of captainhood to a trusted crew mate (lucky too as the boat was shot down and sunk) and lived out a good 2 years with his wife. This however, was not what fate intended for him. He came home one day after buying a gift for his beloved to her being killed brutally. He snapped and left the town covered in blood.
After leaving the town, he found himself in america. The wars of vampire and men were not soon after. This caused for a increase in his wealth as he put himself up as a hit for hire…or even a guard. This got his name out a bit and caused for werewolves and vampires a like to show their fangs at him.
Now, he somehow managed to wiggle his way into Soldier. Offering himself as a weapon to use…and a way to fight some of his boredom.
Powers/Skills:
-Shapeshift: Vlad can become more vampire like or go full werewolf. Vampire tends to be when he hasn’t fed for awhile while wolf is more when he is angry.
-Strength: His strength ranges a bit more then a werewolf’s
Enhanced senses
-Speed healing: He heals extremely fast, however…his skin does make a weird spider like noise whenever it heals wounds. And his blood is thick and sluggish. Downside for him is that he cannot seem to get drunk.
-Thick skin: His skin feels more like wax when stabbed…when being more vampire like his skin becomes more like marble. A trait possibly given by the vampire that turned him.
-Speed: His speed is enough for him to dodge a bullet. (At a range. Depending on what type of bullet depends on how well) That being said whenever there is something that cannot be dealt with with strength he uses speed to make up for it.
-Parkour
-Sword skills
Weaknesses:
-Iron: Slows healing process, burns
-His past: He blames himself for what happened to his wife
-His own anger: When he is angry enough it seems that his brain checks out.
-Little to no caution: He often will put himself in the line of fire knowing that he is less likely to get hurt or killed then others however this also means he is more vulnerable to capture
Fears:
-He hates flying. Something about being in the air off of solid ground is unnerving to him.
-Sleep: due to his past he finds it hard to sleep and has developed minor insomnia. Some nights he can sleep other nights he simply can’t
Equipment/Weapons:
-A sword
-Dagger
-his own self
-Animal blood: He has animal blood contained in syringes which he will often give himself to prevent anything bad from happening.
Themesong:
Animals-Maroon 5
Vladimir (Also known as Vlad to those who interact with him often )
Appearance:
Vladimir is considered handsome. He has a form of male beauty that makes most women fall for him…and he uses that to his advantage. He stands at around 6 foot 1 with perfect posture. His skin is lightly tanned which gives him a bit of a golden glow. His eyes are a pale grey that seem to either reflect only one emotion…that of anger. When he is angry those eyes seem to reflect rolling clouds of storms. He is well built, but lean. Muscles of an archer that can be hidden and let his opponents underestimate him. He is a lot stronger then he looks. His hair is rather interesting. The right, back and underneath the left sides of his head are all shaved at about 3 inches with the top of his hair falling to the left. His hair is a deep raven black with a stark white streak falling over his left eye (Pie bald). In his left ear is a silver hoop that seems to be soldered shut. His ears have a very slight point and his canines are slightly longer then average. His weight is around 180 with that being mostly muscle. He has a Russian accent that comes out when he is caught off guard or angry along with occasional Russian words slipping. He walks with an almost feline grace and makes little to no noise when walking. Lastly, his voice has a velvety softness to it, though is can become more harsh when he is upset.
werewolf form
It seems almost as if his white streak takes over in this form. This hulking beast develops onyx claws and canines that are longer then average. His eyes seem somehow paler in this form giving a haunting look to the ghost wolf. (as was his nickname in the pack…before…well everything)
scent: kind of like wet dog...not really appealing
Age:
Looks 21, actual age is somewhere in the 1,000 range
Species:
Vampire werewolf hybrid
Goals/Faction:
He somehow recently ended up with SOLDIER and gets to be a pin in their ass.
Backstory:
Vladimir was born amongst others of his kind. He grew up among them, learned to be like them, fairly normal. He was even rather high ranking in the pack, gaining him a good reputation.
That is until he was turned into some freaky hybrid at the age of 21 during a fight with one of them. The fight ended with the vampire dead and vladimir heading home not realizing that he was now something other.
Once his pack realized what happened, they banished him rather quickly showing him that even those you care about are capable of becoming people that hate you in a matter of days. This caused for a personality change to the lovely bucket of sunshine he is today.
As he explored on his own, he found himself as a pirate captain. Having bought his own ship and gained his own crew, he was able to steal a large amount of treasure. (Treasure he still has hidden in various places.)
Fast forward a few years to when he was taking a small ‘vacation’ with his crew in a random town. There he met a woman (it is always a woman no?) whom he fell for. He cared for her deeply and managed to woo her into being his spouse. Once they were married he handed the reigns of captainhood to a trusted crew mate (lucky too as the boat was shot down and sunk) and lived out a good 2 years with his wife. This however, was not what fate intended for him. He came home one day after buying a gift for his beloved to her being killed brutally. He snapped and left the town covered in blood.
After leaving the town, he found himself in america. The wars of vampire and men were not soon after. This caused for a increase in his wealth as he put himself up as a hit for hire…or even a guard. This got his name out a bit and caused for werewolves and vampires a like to show their fangs at him.
Now, he somehow managed to wiggle his way into Soldier. Offering himself as a weapon to use…and a way to fight some of his boredom.
Powers/Skills:
-Shapeshift: Vlad can become more vampire like or go full werewolf. Vampire tends to be when he hasn’t fed for awhile while wolf is more when he is angry.
-Strength: His strength ranges a bit more then a werewolf’s
Enhanced senses
-Speed healing: He heals extremely fast, however…his skin does make a weird spider like noise whenever it heals wounds. And his blood is thick and sluggish. Downside for him is that he cannot seem to get drunk.
-Thick skin: His skin feels more like wax when stabbed…when being more vampire like his skin becomes more like marble. A trait possibly given by the vampire that turned him.
-Speed: His speed is enough for him to dodge a bullet. (At a range. Depending on what type of bullet depends on how well) That being said whenever there is something that cannot be dealt with with strength he uses speed to make up for it.
-Parkour
-Sword skills
Weaknesses:
-Iron: Slows healing process, burns
-His past: He blames himself for what happened to his wife
-His own anger: When he is angry enough it seems that his brain checks out.
-Little to no caution: He often will put himself in the line of fire knowing that he is less likely to get hurt or killed then others however this also means he is more vulnerable to capture
Fears:
-He hates flying. Something about being in the air off of solid ground is unnerving to him.
-Sleep: due to his past he finds it hard to sleep and has developed minor insomnia. Some nights he can sleep other nights he simply can’t
Equipment/Weapons:
-A sword
-Dagger
-his own self
-Animal blood: He has animal blood contained in syringes which he will often give himself to prevent anything bad from happening.
Themesong:
Animals-Maroon 5
Kurai Assassin
Name: Liam Kelling
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Age: 34 (in human years)
Species: Vampire
Goals/Faction: to prevent another Nightwar by any means necessary.(will stop SOLDIER and Vampires from doing things that may result in all-out war)
Backstory: Liam Kelling has been around for many years. He has been in many significant places throughout history. Keeping peace and doing his best to stop wars between vampires and humans. He was at the Paris peace conference shortly after world war one. He sided with President Wilson stating that the Treaty was too harsh on the Germans and would surely result in another war. But no one listened. He was at the second Paris peace conference aswell, between the USA and the North Vietnamese. Again he tried to stop President Nixon from starting the bombing campaigns but that again went ahead with Liam being unnoticed. It got to a point where he decided enough was enough and made a small group of vampires that would stop anything that may cause another war. There were originally four but four became two after the first year.
Powers/Skills: Can sink into shadows and has exceptional speed (The counter to this is that these powers only work at night so that the character isn’t OP)
Equipment/Weapons: Silenced AN94 assualt rifle, .44 Revolver. Combat Knife
Themesong:
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Age: 34 (in human years)
Species: Vampire
Goals/Faction: to prevent another Nightwar by any means necessary.(will stop SOLDIER and Vampires from doing things that may result in all-out war)
Backstory: Liam Kelling has been around for many years. He has been in many significant places throughout history. Keeping peace and doing his best to stop wars between vampires and humans. He was at the Paris peace conference shortly after world war one. He sided with President Wilson stating that the Treaty was too harsh on the Germans and would surely result in another war. But no one listened. He was at the second Paris peace conference aswell, between the USA and the North Vietnamese. Again he tried to stop President Nixon from starting the bombing campaigns but that again went ahead with Liam being unnoticed. It got to a point where he decided enough was enough and made a small group of vampires that would stop anything that may cause another war. There were originally four but four became two after the first year.
Powers/Skills: Can sink into shadows and has exceptional speed (The counter to this is that these powers only work at night so that the character isn’t OP)
Equipment/Weapons: Silenced AN94 assualt rifle, .44 Revolver. Combat Knife
Themesong:
Name: Kate Porter
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Age: 24 (in human years)
Species: Vampire (Turned by Deon and left to rot)
Goals/Faction: Liam’s partner (Stop another Nightwar)
Backstory: Kate Porter had lived a normal life before the nightwars. She had a part time job, aswell as attending college. She was studying to be a doctor at the time but when the Nightwars kicked off she saw that her medical abilities were best used elsewhere. So she joined the Marines as a medic. She served several tours with them, it was something that she was very passionate about. That was until she met a weeping lady who later would become more than a friend to her. Sergeant Ashley Harper. They continued through their tours and left together. They planned on leaving the war and violence behind and starting a family. that was until she was turned by the Vampire Deon Erickson. She lay ‘dying’ on the floor as Deon walked away and Ashley wept unable to do anything. She was later pronounced dead at a hospital but when Ashley and her family left was when she arose, a new being. A vampire. She quickly escaped the hospital and tried to find Ashley. She spent a few months tracking her and when she finally found her, she saw that she was now working for a Mercenary group with two other ladies. She seemed happy and Kate didn’t want to ruin that for her. So she left. She spent another few months trying to figure out what to do next, she began to develop a drinking habit and often went to the same bar in Washington. ‘The Worlds End’. This is where a strapping young vampire by the name of Liam Kelling found her. Alone and tired and nowhere to go. He offered her the option of joining him in preventing another nightwar and stopping the Hostile vampire bloodlines from turning more people in the Psychopathic beings they were. Too help her to become more use to his cause, Liam fused his blood with hers. Sharing some of his bloodlines powers with that of what Deon Erickson had given to her.
Powers/Skills: Mind Implantation similar to Deon’s but she can only implant her own memories. This is used more to negotiate. Showing her own struggles of being turned. She also has the ability to sink into the shadows like Liam (again this only works at night)
Equipment/Weapons:Silenced ACR assualt rifle, Colt M1911, Katana
Themesong:
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Age: 24 (in human years)
Species: Vampire (Turned by Deon and left to rot)
Goals/Faction: Liam’s partner (Stop another Nightwar)
Backstory: Kate Porter had lived a normal life before the nightwars. She had a part time job, aswell as attending college. She was studying to be a doctor at the time but when the Nightwars kicked off she saw that her medical abilities were best used elsewhere. So she joined the Marines as a medic. She served several tours with them, it was something that she was very passionate about. That was until she met a weeping lady who later would become more than a friend to her. Sergeant Ashley Harper. They continued through their tours and left together. They planned on leaving the war and violence behind and starting a family. that was until she was turned by the Vampire Deon Erickson. She lay ‘dying’ on the floor as Deon walked away and Ashley wept unable to do anything. She was later pronounced dead at a hospital but when Ashley and her family left was when she arose, a new being. A vampire. She quickly escaped the hospital and tried to find Ashley. She spent a few months tracking her and when she finally found her, she saw that she was now working for a Mercenary group with two other ladies. She seemed happy and Kate didn’t want to ruin that for her. So she left. She spent another few months trying to figure out what to do next, she began to develop a drinking habit and often went to the same bar in Washington. ‘The Worlds End’. This is where a strapping young vampire by the name of Liam Kelling found her. Alone and tired and nowhere to go. He offered her the option of joining him in preventing another nightwar and stopping the Hostile vampire bloodlines from turning more people in the Psychopathic beings they were. Too help her to become more use to his cause, Liam fused his blood with hers. Sharing some of his bloodlines powers with that of what Deon Erickson had given to her.
Powers/Skills: Mind Implantation similar to Deon’s but she can only implant her own memories. This is used more to negotiate. Showing her own struggles of being turned. She also has the ability to sink into the shadows like Liam (again this only works at night)
Equipment/Weapons:Silenced ACR assualt rifle, Colt M1911, Katana
Themesong:
Name: Katya 'Archangel' Moreno
Age: 28
Species: Human
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Bio/History/Backstory: Katya Served under the command of General Marcus Fenix in the Vampire Human war as an Operative of Soldier. However after the Death of General Fenix at the hands of a rogue operative Katya became a mercenary for hire. she traveled the states searching for work. she had been free of SOLDIER for 2 years before she was given the option of rejoining, which she gracefully declined. On her tour of the States she met fellow mercenaries for hire Ashley Harper and Sonja Night. After a final year of working as a merc SOLDIER gave Katya one last chance to rejoin their ranks. However this time she caved in on two conditions. The first being that Ashley and Sonja could join her. The second was that she could take control of her old Unit within SOLDIER. Both conditions were met.
Faction/Side/Alignment/Goals: SOLDIER
Personality: quick to anger, fierce, Shows zero remorse, Will not Leave team mates behind
Powers: none
Weapons: M4A1 Assualt Rifle fitted with an under-barrel M204 grenade launcher, Dragunov SVD, Smith & Wesson Model 36. Combat Knife
Skills: Katya picked up a lot of Skills from her time with soldier her most important being the fact that she had the highest average accuracy for the whole Task force squad she was assigned to before leaving. Her mercenary skill have given her alot more abilities than she ever would have had staying with SOLDIER. For a start she learned to fight using second grade weapons, mainly the Dragunov SVD sniper rifle. she also learned to fight in more close quarters with the Combat Knife
Age: 28
Species: Human
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Bio/History/Backstory: Katya Served under the command of General Marcus Fenix in the Vampire Human war as an Operative of Soldier. However after the Death of General Fenix at the hands of a rogue operative Katya became a mercenary for hire. she traveled the states searching for work. she had been free of SOLDIER for 2 years before she was given the option of rejoining, which she gracefully declined. On her tour of the States she met fellow mercenaries for hire Ashley Harper and Sonja Night. After a final year of working as a merc SOLDIER gave Katya one last chance to rejoin their ranks. However this time she caved in on two conditions. The first being that Ashley and Sonja could join her. The second was that she could take control of her old Unit within SOLDIER. Both conditions were met.
Faction/Side/Alignment/Goals: SOLDIER
Personality: quick to anger, fierce, Shows zero remorse, Will not Leave team mates behind
Powers: none
Weapons: M4A1 Assualt Rifle fitted with an under-barrel M204 grenade launcher, Dragunov SVD, Smith & Wesson Model 36. Combat Knife
Skills: Katya picked up a lot of Skills from her time with soldier her most important being the fact that she had the highest average accuracy for the whole Task force squad she was assigned to before leaving. Her mercenary skill have given her alot more abilities than she ever would have had staying with SOLDIER. For a start she learned to fight using second grade weapons, mainly the Dragunov SVD sniper rifle. she also learned to fight in more close quarters with the Combat Knife
Name: Sonja Night (pronounced Sonya)
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Age: 27
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: SOLDIER
Backstory: Sonja is a veteran from from the Iraq war. after the war she felt as though she couldnt rejoin normal civilian life so she decided to create a small mercenary unit to take jobs from all over the US. Soon she met, an Ex Marine by the name of Ashley Harper who joined the ranks of her mercenary group, making it a total of 4 people. however after an Op went bad the other 2 soldiers of fortune tried to kill Sonja... and failed miserably as they underestimated Sonja and Ashley. Soon the 2 met Katya Moreno a SOLDIER operative who abandoned her old contractors after the death of their CO. The three developed a strong bond and eventually rejoined SOLDIER together.
Powers/Skills: for a small girl she is very strong being the heavy weapons expert of the 3 soldiers of fortune who joined SOLDIER
Equipment/Weapons:
S&W Revolver
Machete
Themesong:
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Age: 27
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: SOLDIER
Backstory: Sonja is a veteran from from the Iraq war. after the war she felt as though she couldnt rejoin normal civilian life so she decided to create a small mercenary unit to take jobs from all over the US. Soon she met, an Ex Marine by the name of Ashley Harper who joined the ranks of her mercenary group, making it a total of 4 people. however after an Op went bad the other 2 soldiers of fortune tried to kill Sonja... and failed miserably as they underestimated Sonja and Ashley. Soon the 2 met Katya Moreno a SOLDIER operative who abandoned her old contractors after the death of their CO. The three developed a strong bond and eventually rejoined SOLDIER together.
Powers/Skills: for a small girl she is very strong being the heavy weapons expert of the 3 soldiers of fortune who joined SOLDIER
Equipment/Weapons:
S&W Revolver
Machete
Themesong:
Backstory is in first person, very sorry if this annoys anyone but it was a lot easier to make a better backstory
Name: Ashley Harper
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Age: 26
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: SOLDIER (Ex Mercenary)
Backstory: I used to fight in the USMC. go fight in new and exotic countries the recruitment posters said... looking back at it now, there was nothing new or exotic about it. it was always the same Brown sand and dirt under the same blue sky. The different theatres we served in all seemed to blend together and the orders, the orders were a joke now I look back. You see it was always the same orders. Go here and clear out these insurgents. insurgents. it always made those people sound worse. Propaganda made the lot of them seem like they were terrifying and were well equipped. But when we got there, it was a different story. At first they used primitive weapons. they might as well have thrown rocks at us for all it did. it was only after others started supplying weapons to them that we actually had to fight these people. I remember the day I lost all respect for those people I used to call friends. when my best friend dove on a grenade to save our unit, they stood there and called her stupid. Stupid to have sacrificed her own life for the sake of the unit. Stupid to have saved two young village boys. Stupid to have been proud to die so that WE could be safe. That day I lost all respect. I lost all morals. The only thing I cared about was ending my tour and drinking my sorrows away. Luckily, well I guess you could call it luck, our CO General Lyons took a sniper round too the back of the neck, severing the spines connection to the brain. I may sound sadistic and twisted for saying this, but I'm glad the first bullet killed him instantly. No pain. No suffering. Just blackness as the life faded from his eyes. I've seen people. People I cared about drown, choke on there own blood. So to see him go so quickly, was a blessing in my opinion. Our entire unit was immediately taken from active duty. I handed in my resignation, two days after my best friends funeral. I couldn't watch youngsters get them self killed due to the actions of our superiors. You know the British had a saying during the Great War. Dulce et Decorum Est Pro patria mori. It roughly translates to It is sweet and glorious to die for your country. Its a load of Bullshit and ill give you that opinion for free. Mercenary work is where my work flourished, and I met the two most important girls in my life. Katya Moreno and Sonja Night, id trade my life to save either of theirs in a heart beat.
Powers/Skills: No powers.
Equipment/Weapons:
M9 berreta
Entrenching tool
Themesong:
Name: Ashley Harper
Image:
Age: 26
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: SOLDIER (Ex Mercenary)
Backstory: I used to fight in the USMC. go fight in new and exotic countries the recruitment posters said... looking back at it now, there was nothing new or exotic about it. it was always the same Brown sand and dirt under the same blue sky. The different theatres we served in all seemed to blend together and the orders, the orders were a joke now I look back. You see it was always the same orders. Go here and clear out these insurgents. insurgents. it always made those people sound worse. Propaganda made the lot of them seem like they were terrifying and were well equipped. But when we got there, it was a different story. At first they used primitive weapons. they might as well have thrown rocks at us for all it did. it was only after others started supplying weapons to them that we actually had to fight these people. I remember the day I lost all respect for those people I used to call friends. when my best friend dove on a grenade to save our unit, they stood there and called her stupid. Stupid to have sacrificed her own life for the sake of the unit. Stupid to have saved two young village boys. Stupid to have been proud to die so that WE could be safe. That day I lost all respect. I lost all morals. The only thing I cared about was ending my tour and drinking my sorrows away. Luckily, well I guess you could call it luck, our CO General Lyons took a sniper round too the back of the neck, severing the spines connection to the brain. I may sound sadistic and twisted for saying this, but I'm glad the first bullet killed him instantly. No pain. No suffering. Just blackness as the life faded from his eyes. I've seen people. People I cared about drown, choke on there own blood. So to see him go so quickly, was a blessing in my opinion. Our entire unit was immediately taken from active duty. I handed in my resignation, two days after my best friends funeral. I couldn't watch youngsters get them self killed due to the actions of our superiors. You know the British had a saying during the Great War. Dulce et Decorum Est Pro patria mori. It roughly translates to It is sweet and glorious to die for your country. Its a load of Bullshit and ill give you that opinion for free. Mercenary work is where my work flourished, and I met the two most important girls in my life. Katya Moreno and Sonja Night, id trade my life to save either of theirs in a heart beat.
Powers/Skills: No powers.
Equipment/Weapons:
M9 berreta
Entrenching tool
Themesong:
The Grey Dust
Vampire template:
Name: Lord Bedivere of Sinews
Age: 1548
Appearance(s):
When you were turned: At the fall of Camelot.
Weapons:
Though he has amassed a few weapons collected throughout the years: a variety of swords and ranged weaponry. Although he prefers not to use them as they are far, far to precious to use in combat. Instead he prefers to use the legendary longsword which had long since been corrupted: Excalibur. In times past, it was rumored to have blinded the enemies of the king with light as it was drawn, but now it blinds the enemies of the vampire by extinguishing light around it by emanating a thick darkness from its blade. It is also an unbreakable blade, with an edge which never wears, no matter how long has the centuries been. Although it is the blade itself which is Excalbur, not the entire weapon, and for this reason, to keep it close at hand, Bedivere has mounted the blade into a prepared sword umbrella from which sparked the quintessential weapon associated with fantasy English spies. The umbrella is full functional, features a study titanium frame underneath woven Kevlar. Designed for rapid drawing and sheathing, Excalibur glides effortlessly on the magnetic lock at the beautiful curved mahogany handle.
Powers:
Pallor of the Lake
THe myth of vampire being unable to cross running water does not apply here, Being bitten by the lady of the lake has allowed Bedivere to travel instantaneously through any sufficiently ample body of water. He may also breathe water, walk upon water as if it were solid land. However, he is also tied to water, and must submerge himself in water once daily to fulfill the requirement to maintain the full potency of his powers.
Perfect Darkness
In the evening, Bedivere gains strength, speed and stamina inversely related upon the intensity of light around him. Furthermore, Of the non-magical metals, only silver causes lasting injuries, all others will merely fail to cause harm as the wounds close up. Another weakness occurs in the daylight hours, he is comparatively weaker if exposed to sunlight, his physical abilities becoming that of a human. Finally, he may shapeshift into one of four various forms as he pleases, either a Spectral Mist, a Raven, a Wolf, or most impressively a Red Dragon.
Immortal Blood
Dependent upon his feeding, Bedivere can appear younger and only requires blood for sustenance. If he feeds upon a living being, then they become more susceptible to his dark suggestion and by the third feeding be completely enthralled to his command. Lastly, he may pass on the lineage the vampire by completely engorging himself upon the blood of a thrall at sunset, killing them in the process and resurrecting them as vampires by the sunrise. Those who fall under his bloodline are forever tied to the commands of their sire, entranced by the call to serve their creator as their will becomes molded to the orders. Yet obedience comes at a price, should the sire die, all of their progeny die along with them instantly.
Personality: A man of honor, Bedivere has undoubted twisted the chivalrous image of the gentleman into something far more wicked. At face value, he is an eloquent, charismatic figure, yet his mindless thrall think of him the same. He harbors a patronizing view towards humanity, seeing them as nothing more than animals to be fed upon as history has proven to him. Although he is a man of his word, such that he keeps well on his promises, although interpretation is of course subject to change. Bedivere enjoys painting, literature, sculpting and is a fine connoisseur of blood. Through the years he has also gained a penchant for collecting be it books for his personal library, currency or weapons from the time periods amongst other quirks such as collecting thrall. He also funds “archeological” expeditions and quests to add to his collection. He is content to bask in the timelessness of his hoard, treasures throughout time kept by an old dragon. The very inspiration for a young English writer who caught a glimpse of Bedivere in his draconic form.
Bio:
The stories are more than legends, and every tale is not as it seems.
Bedivere was born in the late 5th century, an esteemed knight serving under a king who had ruled justly and fairly over the land. This is not where the story begins, but rather where one story ended. As in the fall of his great king, Bedivere could not bring himself to fulfill the request of his dying liege as he alone stood kneeling at side of his lord. The kingdom was crumbling, and king had requested that his blessed sword would be cast into a lake. What madness was this? To cast aside such a majestic relic which could so easily unite the kingdom once more from these foreign invaders and internal corruption was utterly beyond comprehension. Nevertheless, bound by his oath of chivalry, he fulfilled his lord’s last wish and made his way to the lake in his final quest for his fallen king, brotherhood and kingdom. And when he stood atop his boat to drop sword into the waters deepest, therein he saw the pale white hand reach out and grasped the blade to claim it before disappearing into the mist.
Or so the legend goes.
In truth, the hand did grasp the blade and startled him, as a pale white lady emerged from the lake, dressed in an ethereal gown before him. This was the lady of the lake, and where the story truly begins. As she grasped the sword, her beauty entrance Bedivere, who leaned towards her drawn by her airs. But this was one fatal flaw, for the lady of the lake was a daughter of the night and by the time her smile revealed her fangs, it was too late.
So Bedivere awoke, unsure if it was dream or nightmare, but found himself unnatural thirst. He had become a child of the night himself, for that was the deal the king had made with the pale lady: A kingdom and life eternal for a single drink of royal blood and the promise of blood tributes for her when he had conquered all the realm. As such, this pact was now transferred and bound to Bedivere.
And this is where the legend continues.
Ever since his rebirth, Bedivere had changed to those who formerly knew the good sir knight. He had become a twisted man, losing color in his flesh and hair as he withdrew himself into the empty castle halls of his former fellows. No other knights were ever seen, save for him, such that they all thought he the last survivor who merely aged from the fall of the land as it decayed. In time, his disappearance and the foreboding appearance of the overgrown keep made whispers to the story. They said Bedivere was a warlock and practiced the dark arts, trained by the king’s treacherous cousin, which felled his king. They said it was not he who tossed the sword into the waters but another noble knight. They said it was he who was responsible for the death of the land evident from the ruination sprawling from the castle. And in truth, perhaps he was.
This is where the legend ends.
Amongst the most long-lived of the vampires, Bedivere has grown quite bored with the world. He has merely retreated to the ruins of the old castle buried beneath the centuries only to seek out prey for his hobbies and dining purposes. He keeps his halls as original as possible, never having moved any relic of the past in memory of a time when the halls were once alive with the chatter of men he called brothers. He had watched society progress through the ages. When he was active and used his dark gift, he served the countless kings and lords which lay claim to the legacy of the old king. He had engorged himself upon the blood of the Viking raiders, fought against the Norman Kings, and watched as the island wither in plague only to be unified through ages of kings and queens through blood, roses, and warfare in the rise of the Tudors. He saw Britannia expand to new and distant lands in the Far East and west, building upon itself a glorious empire. Yet, it too fell, by rebellion, revolts and revolution. Yes, blood stains were everywhere in the course of human history, and there was Bedivere to drink it up.
It was interesting then, when just before the turn of the 20th century, he came into contact with a particular vampire, one who claimed to have sired many of their kind. This vampire lord was interested in a particular Carfax Abbey, and bringing his blood business to England not expecting there to have been another vampire noble already established himself there. They fought, and certainly it was quite a battle with neither side giving an inch to the other. Diplomacy ended the war, and Dracula was given control over the Abbey in return for an agreement that it be returned upon Dracula's death which the latter had not foreseen. The greatest outcome of all however, was that no longer was he Sir Bedivere, but now to be known as Lord Bedivere. And with his immortality Bedivere saw it all: the great war they claimed to end all wars as a struggle between the nations, only to be humored as another war broke forth in the ages of man. And now they dared to bring the war against the vampire. Foolishness and repetition was all he saw in the species he once dared belong to. He traded his humanity for enlightenment, they were prey: stupid, ignorant prey.
And yet now, they had proven themselves capable of quelling the superior race. Of which Bedivere could hardly believe that mere humans could be capable of such a deed and overwhelm them. Perhaps the prey was not as guileless as once thought, and perhaps then not all Vampires were made equal. No, some where stronger than others, and only the strong few could lead them out of the darkness. No longer a mere knight or Lord marshal. Bedivere shall claim the throne and reign over them all as long since his due, Arthur shall bow before him as would all vampires, humans and everything else which dares to follow his rule and vision of utopia. A revival of the ancient order, a new brotherhood, formed by another lost knight now bound together in their goals for the future. The world was theirs to take, by blood and ink.
Name: Lord Bedivere of Sinews
Age: 1548
Appearance(s):
When you were turned: At the fall of Camelot.
Weapons:
Though he has amassed a few weapons collected throughout the years: a variety of swords and ranged weaponry. Although he prefers not to use them as they are far, far to precious to use in combat. Instead he prefers to use the legendary longsword which had long since been corrupted: Excalibur. In times past, it was rumored to have blinded the enemies of the king with light as it was drawn, but now it blinds the enemies of the vampire by extinguishing light around it by emanating a thick darkness from its blade. It is also an unbreakable blade, with an edge which never wears, no matter how long has the centuries been. Although it is the blade itself which is Excalbur, not the entire weapon, and for this reason, to keep it close at hand, Bedivere has mounted the blade into a prepared sword umbrella from which sparked the quintessential weapon associated with fantasy English spies. The umbrella is full functional, features a study titanium frame underneath woven Kevlar. Designed for rapid drawing and sheathing, Excalibur glides effortlessly on the magnetic lock at the beautiful curved mahogany handle.
Powers:
Pallor of the Lake
THe myth of vampire being unable to cross running water does not apply here, Being bitten by the lady of the lake has allowed Bedivere to travel instantaneously through any sufficiently ample body of water. He may also breathe water, walk upon water as if it were solid land. However, he is also tied to water, and must submerge himself in water once daily to fulfill the requirement to maintain the full potency of his powers.
Perfect Darkness
In the evening, Bedivere gains strength, speed and stamina inversely related upon the intensity of light around him. Furthermore, Of the non-magical metals, only silver causes lasting injuries, all others will merely fail to cause harm as the wounds close up. Another weakness occurs in the daylight hours, he is comparatively weaker if exposed to sunlight, his physical abilities becoming that of a human. Finally, he may shapeshift into one of four various forms as he pleases, either a Spectral Mist, a Raven, a Wolf, or most impressively a Red Dragon.
Immortal Blood
Dependent upon his feeding, Bedivere can appear younger and only requires blood for sustenance. If he feeds upon a living being, then they become more susceptible to his dark suggestion and by the third feeding be completely enthralled to his command. Lastly, he may pass on the lineage the vampire by completely engorging himself upon the blood of a thrall at sunset, killing them in the process and resurrecting them as vampires by the sunrise. Those who fall under his bloodline are forever tied to the commands of their sire, entranced by the call to serve their creator as their will becomes molded to the orders. Yet obedience comes at a price, should the sire die, all of their progeny die along with them instantly.
Personality: A man of honor, Bedivere has undoubted twisted the chivalrous image of the gentleman into something far more wicked. At face value, he is an eloquent, charismatic figure, yet his mindless thrall think of him the same. He harbors a patronizing view towards humanity, seeing them as nothing more than animals to be fed upon as history has proven to him. Although he is a man of his word, such that he keeps well on his promises, although interpretation is of course subject to change. Bedivere enjoys painting, literature, sculpting and is a fine connoisseur of blood. Through the years he has also gained a penchant for collecting be it books for his personal library, currency or weapons from the time periods amongst other quirks such as collecting thrall. He also funds “archeological” expeditions and quests to add to his collection. He is content to bask in the timelessness of his hoard, treasures throughout time kept by an old dragon. The very inspiration for a young English writer who caught a glimpse of Bedivere in his draconic form.
Bio:
The stories are more than legends, and every tale is not as it seems.
Bedivere was born in the late 5th century, an esteemed knight serving under a king who had ruled justly and fairly over the land. This is not where the story begins, but rather where one story ended. As in the fall of his great king, Bedivere could not bring himself to fulfill the request of his dying liege as he alone stood kneeling at side of his lord. The kingdom was crumbling, and king had requested that his blessed sword would be cast into a lake. What madness was this? To cast aside such a majestic relic which could so easily unite the kingdom once more from these foreign invaders and internal corruption was utterly beyond comprehension. Nevertheless, bound by his oath of chivalry, he fulfilled his lord’s last wish and made his way to the lake in his final quest for his fallen king, brotherhood and kingdom. And when he stood atop his boat to drop sword into the waters deepest, therein he saw the pale white hand reach out and grasped the blade to claim it before disappearing into the mist.
Or so the legend goes.
In truth, the hand did grasp the blade and startled him, as a pale white lady emerged from the lake, dressed in an ethereal gown before him. This was the lady of the lake, and where the story truly begins. As she grasped the sword, her beauty entrance Bedivere, who leaned towards her drawn by her airs. But this was one fatal flaw, for the lady of the lake was a daughter of the night and by the time her smile revealed her fangs, it was too late.
So Bedivere awoke, unsure if it was dream or nightmare, but found himself unnatural thirst. He had become a child of the night himself, for that was the deal the king had made with the pale lady: A kingdom and life eternal for a single drink of royal blood and the promise of blood tributes for her when he had conquered all the realm. As such, this pact was now transferred and bound to Bedivere.
And this is where the legend continues.
Ever since his rebirth, Bedivere had changed to those who formerly knew the good sir knight. He had become a twisted man, losing color in his flesh and hair as he withdrew himself into the empty castle halls of his former fellows. No other knights were ever seen, save for him, such that they all thought he the last survivor who merely aged from the fall of the land as it decayed. In time, his disappearance and the foreboding appearance of the overgrown keep made whispers to the story. They said Bedivere was a warlock and practiced the dark arts, trained by the king’s treacherous cousin, which felled his king. They said it was not he who tossed the sword into the waters but another noble knight. They said it was he who was responsible for the death of the land evident from the ruination sprawling from the castle. And in truth, perhaps he was.
This is where the legend ends.
Amongst the most long-lived of the vampires, Bedivere has grown quite bored with the world. He has merely retreated to the ruins of the old castle buried beneath the centuries only to seek out prey for his hobbies and dining purposes. He keeps his halls as original as possible, never having moved any relic of the past in memory of a time when the halls were once alive with the chatter of men he called brothers. He had watched society progress through the ages. When he was active and used his dark gift, he served the countless kings and lords which lay claim to the legacy of the old king. He had engorged himself upon the blood of the Viking raiders, fought against the Norman Kings, and watched as the island wither in plague only to be unified through ages of kings and queens through blood, roses, and warfare in the rise of the Tudors. He saw Britannia expand to new and distant lands in the Far East and west, building upon itself a glorious empire. Yet, it too fell, by rebellion, revolts and revolution. Yes, blood stains were everywhere in the course of human history, and there was Bedivere to drink it up.
It was interesting then, when just before the turn of the 20th century, he came into contact with a particular vampire, one who claimed to have sired many of their kind. This vampire lord was interested in a particular Carfax Abbey, and bringing his blood business to England not expecting there to have been another vampire noble already established himself there. They fought, and certainly it was quite a battle with neither side giving an inch to the other. Diplomacy ended the war, and Dracula was given control over the Abbey in return for an agreement that it be returned upon Dracula's death which the latter had not foreseen. The greatest outcome of all however, was that no longer was he Sir Bedivere, but now to be known as Lord Bedivere. And with his immortality Bedivere saw it all: the great war they claimed to end all wars as a struggle between the nations, only to be humored as another war broke forth in the ages of man. And now they dared to bring the war against the vampire. Foolishness and repetition was all he saw in the species he once dared belong to. He traded his humanity for enlightenment, they were prey: stupid, ignorant prey.
And yet now, they had proven themselves capable of quelling the superior race. Of which Bedivere could hardly believe that mere humans could be capable of such a deed and overwhelm them. Perhaps the prey was not as guileless as once thought, and perhaps then not all Vampires were made equal. No, some where stronger than others, and only the strong few could lead them out of the darkness. No longer a mere knight or Lord marshal. Bedivere shall claim the throne and reign over them all as long since his due, Arthur shall bow before him as would all vampires, humans and everything else which dares to follow his rule and vision of utopia. A revival of the ancient order, a new brotherhood, formed by another lost knight now bound together in their goals for the future. The world was theirs to take, by blood and ink.
Name: Lucan Quinn
Age: 27
Appearance(s):
When you were turned: Not Yet, although recent enthralled.
Weapons:
SOLIDER Standard Issue Beretta M92-FS
(Future) Powers:
Gift of Blood
Once fully initiated into the ranks of the vampire, Lucan gains enhanced strength, speed and stamina than that of the normal human. Although it also leaves him with a strong craving for blood which he has yet to learn to control properly. As such without a ready supply of blood, Lucan loses control and falls prey to the more animalistic instincts of a hunter.
Enthralled
While enthralled, Lucan;s mind, emotions and beliefs are rather plastic to his sire. His dedication is solely to the sire, serving his wishes obediently without question. Being without the sire does nauseate him and eventually complete deprivation will turn him into a feral soul, without any form of self-thought but to rely on their true nature.
Personality: A mild-mannered boy, Lucan is hardly the stand-up solider one expects from SOLIDER. Rather a passive, submissive individual who prefers work behind the desk, and sipping his hot teas. But of course, with every person, there are two sides, the outer countenance which people know you as, and the one buried deep inside. The true spirit, the nature of the man himself: vicious, driven and cruel. well-groomed manners and soft-spoken words suppressing the need to be on top. The dominating tendencies which make a sadist proud with dark fantasies lie within this otherwise cosmopolite. For with all the benefits of productivity and dedication in a model desk-agent, so too are psychopaths in their belief of being shortchanged, and they will stop at nothing to right this moral injustice.
Bio:
What do you fight for?
Do you fight for humanity to be protected from the vampires?
Did you have someone important to you die, take from you by the fanged vermin?
A parent? A sibling? A child? A friend? A lover? Who was it that died and began your thirst?
For Lucan it was his older brother, Mitchell. A man he looked up to and admired, confiding his secrets to in hushed whispers. For a brother was closer than a friend, and far less judgmental than a parent, it was in Mitchell did Lucan find his refuge. To bear through the difficult times and challenges he faced, they were inseparable as close brothers were. But enough reminiscence, Mitchell died, after being executed as a vampire by freelance hunters.
It was a tragedy then, but this was the reason why Lucan joined SOLIDER. Not to protect the humans from the vampires, but rather to protect the vampires from the humans. Yes, not many share his views, but vampires were once humans too. Just like them, and deserve to live too. One could say he was too much a proponent of vampire-human interactions. Perhaps he was too fascinated by them, and for all intensive purposes, perhaps would be unfit for field duty should he hesitate to kill a vampire. For when Lucan analyzes it, humans can turn into vampires, but vampires can only be killed. That is their solution to the vampire problem, but vampires need humans to survive, thus it is the vampires who need protection and advocacy, not the humans.
Age: 27
Appearance(s):
When you were turned: Not Yet, although recent enthralled.
Weapons:
SOLIDER Standard Issue Beretta M92-FS
(Future) Powers:
Gift of Blood
Once fully initiated into the ranks of the vampire, Lucan gains enhanced strength, speed and stamina than that of the normal human. Although it also leaves him with a strong craving for blood which he has yet to learn to control properly. As such without a ready supply of blood, Lucan loses control and falls prey to the more animalistic instincts of a hunter.
Enthralled
While enthralled, Lucan;s mind, emotions and beliefs are rather plastic to his sire. His dedication is solely to the sire, serving his wishes obediently without question. Being without the sire does nauseate him and eventually complete deprivation will turn him into a feral soul, without any form of self-thought but to rely on their true nature.
Personality: A mild-mannered boy, Lucan is hardly the stand-up solider one expects from SOLIDER. Rather a passive, submissive individual who prefers work behind the desk, and sipping his hot teas. But of course, with every person, there are two sides, the outer countenance which people know you as, and the one buried deep inside. The true spirit, the nature of the man himself: vicious, driven and cruel. well-groomed manners and soft-spoken words suppressing the need to be on top. The dominating tendencies which make a sadist proud with dark fantasies lie within this otherwise cosmopolite. For with all the benefits of productivity and dedication in a model desk-agent, so too are psychopaths in their belief of being shortchanged, and they will stop at nothing to right this moral injustice.
Bio:
What do you fight for?
Do you fight for humanity to be protected from the vampires?
Did you have someone important to you die, take from you by the fanged vermin?
A parent? A sibling? A child? A friend? A lover? Who was it that died and began your thirst?
For Lucan it was his older brother, Mitchell. A man he looked up to and admired, confiding his secrets to in hushed whispers. For a brother was closer than a friend, and far less judgmental than a parent, it was in Mitchell did Lucan find his refuge. To bear through the difficult times and challenges he faced, they were inseparable as close brothers were. But enough reminiscence, Mitchell died, after being executed as a vampire by freelance hunters.
It was a tragedy then, but this was the reason why Lucan joined SOLIDER. Not to protect the humans from the vampires, but rather to protect the vampires from the humans. Yes, not many share his views, but vampires were once humans too. Just like them, and deserve to live too. One could say he was too much a proponent of vampire-human interactions. Perhaps he was too fascinated by them, and for all intensive purposes, perhaps would be unfit for field duty should he hesitate to kill a vampire. For when Lucan analyzes it, humans can turn into vampires, but vampires can only be killed. That is their solution to the vampire problem, but vampires need humans to survive, thus it is the vampires who need protection and advocacy, not the humans.
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Deon Erickson
Age:
Four Hundred Fifty-four years
Species:
Vampire, The Draculan Bloodline
Goals/Faction:
Deon has one major goal in mind. Originally his plans were to assist vampires in ruling the world, but as seeing how humans will always have the will to fight back as long as they outnumber vampires, his goals have changed. After seeing most vampire rulers unfit to take on the role of a potential leader, Deon had decided that humans should be wiped out. The only exceptions being those left to be used as cattle to be farmed for blood for the rest of their remaining lives.
Backstory:
Deon was an English man before he was turned as a vampire. Growing up in a relatively wealthy family Deon was well educated, but what really got his attention was military actions. Well in his forties Deon saw action as a lieutenant for the British armed forces against the French forces working a covert mission. During this skirmish his unit was wiped out by a single soldier before any investigations could be taken against the French. Deon soon learned that the soldier that had wiped out his unit was a creature he had believed to be folk lore until this time. After impaling the creature and working various tortures he had convinced the vampire to turn Deon himself into a vampire.
Deon continued to serve as an officer in many different armed forces until the end of the first world war when he decided playing a King in a world where he was a god was a waste of his skills and brains. He then started working as a military advisory to several advisers, recognizing the fact that he did not have the technical know how to lead a nation or the people with in it other then the ones with the guns and blades.
During the Nightwars Deon served as a colonel for the vampire forces trying to take the world from the humans. Having lots of success though the years of the war he figured there was no way to lose. Until his forces lost. After the war ended he decided that his superiors were even less qualified then him to rule a planet full of humans and under educated vampires. He now works slowly to build up a new force, only recruiting a few that he deems necessary or useful to his cause either by skills or by connections to other vampires. Occasionally turning a human who may be worthy of working along the ranks with him.
Powers/Skills:
Strategist: Serving as a high ranking officer for many different armed forces over the course of the last 400 years Deon is an excellent strategist. Many times forcing his opponents to make a choice of having to choose the greater evil. Or the choice of winning the battle or the war, many times not knowing which choice is which. Though this does not apply to his political know how which he does recognize. Though until he finds someone more qualified he is deeming himself the most qualified to try and rule the new world.
Strength: Due to his age, Deon has had plenty of time to make himself stronger both physically and mentally.
Skills fighter: Because of being in many different armies including the vampire armies during the Nightwars Deon has experience on a large scale and verity. Making him a deadly piece of warfare on his own. Devoting much of his life to combat practice in both mental strategy and upfront combat he has trained himself to be a killing machine when need be.
Mind implantation: Deon posses the ability to implant images in the minds of his foes. Depending on the strength of the mind of the person he is influencing they may not be able to tell the different between their own memories and the images implanted into their heads. Another thing is they would be limited to what Deon has seen in person. So in basics he can plant his own memories into the heads of others.
Equipment/Weapons:
Themesong:
Mourning Ritual, Bad Moon Rising.
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Name: Kathryn Miller
Image:
Age: 32 (Turned at 19)
Species:Vampire
Goals/Faction:
Kathryn doesn't really have a side, more of does what ever suits her own needs.
Backstory:
After being turned Kathryn ran away from home relatively fast, especially after hearing about her father's most recent combat mission. Living on the road, lusting for human blood, not belonging with anyone, is something that Kathryn never got use to. Surviving off what ever she can scrap up she keeps hiding in the shadows. Weak, scared, and separated from the world she use to know.
Powers/Skills:
Being a young vampire she hasn't really developed any powers beyond a few basic abilities. Most of which are useless when dealing with other vampires or humans that know what they are doing.
Equipment/Weapons:
-A switch blade knife, despite the fact that she really doesn't need it.
Themesong:
youtube.com/watch?v=ZKJdy-cwAOc
Note: This is an experimental character that still needs some development. If not approved I get it but I may try again once I get more sorted out.
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Age: 32 (Turned at 19)
Species:Vampire
Goals/Faction:
Kathryn doesn't really have a side, more of does what ever suits her own needs.
Backstory:
After being turned Kathryn ran away from home relatively fast, especially after hearing about her father's most recent combat mission. Living on the road, lusting for human blood, not belonging with anyone, is something that Kathryn never got use to. Surviving off what ever she can scrap up she keeps hiding in the shadows. Weak, scared, and separated from the world she use to know.
Powers/Skills:
Being a young vampire she hasn't really developed any powers beyond a few basic abilities. Most of which are useless when dealing with other vampires or humans that know what they are doing.
Equipment/Weapons:
-A switch blade knife, despite the fact that she really doesn't need it.
Themesong:
youtube.com/watch?v=ZKJdy-cwAOc
Note: This is an experimental character that still needs some development. If not approved I get it but I may try again once I get more sorted out.
Name: Hank Miller
Image:
Age: 59
Species: Human
Goals/Faction:
Hank is an independent Hunter who primarily goes after Vampires that "Step out of line". Though this does not exclude humans or other creatures of the night.
Backstory:
Hank grew up fighting. As a kid he would fight for many different reasons. Sometimes it was a local gang, sometimes it was trying to get something he needed to survive, and sometimes it was him trying to defend what he thought was right. This carried over to his time he served in the United States Marine Corps. Despite his great war record he was discharged after his unit was massacred by an unforeseen vampire attack. Out of the 34 soldiers that went in, 6 survived the attack and their injuries, the rest missing. During this attack Hank was able to get a lucky few shots off, successfully tagging a vampire that didn't appreciate Hank's marksmanship.
When Hank returned home from his active duty his nightmares from his career had followed him home. The vampire that he had taken on had not only remembered Hanks face, but had successfully tracked down where he lived. Leaving his family to be massacred as he was returning home. Only to be discovered by the wary soldier.
Over time Hank developed a hatred for anything evil, vampires having the least amount of slack in his personal rules. Hank soon started Hunting down things that stepped out of line, the things that SOLDIER would over look for what ever reason, or something they were too slow to respond to. Living on the road in a mobile home modified for fighting the supernatural Hank feels he is ready to take on the world. Even id it kills him.
Powers/Skills:
-Hank has a collection of firearm skills from growing up in rough neighborhoods and from his time in the marines. Over all there is not a gun on the face of the planet that Hank doesn't know how to use or that he can't figure out how to use in a short moment.
-Hand to hand combat is a skill set that Hank picked up as a kid primarily. Learning how to fight with his fist, then soon moving up to knives. The Marine Corps only made sure his fighting skills were up to date.
-Despite Hank's age he is really strong, stronger then the average human being. Not as strong as most vampires though. But the strength he does posses gives him the advantage of being underestimated by his opponents and to buy him time to use his brains to get the upper hand against someone who may be stronger then him.
-Hank overall is a smart person, he is able to think his way out of many situations and he is able to use his intellect to win fights that he normally wouldn't be able to win.
Equipment/Weapons:
Modified to handle heavier rounds and to put up with what ever ammunition Hank has tried to forge
Shotguns, even if it won't kill a vampire it will sure make them remember Hank as they are sent into the next room. Also a much easier model firearm to use custom ammunition with compared to most firearms.
Long enough to sever a head from a safe distance, and sharp enough to do so by someone who doesn't have above average strength. with the 3 foot blade being made from a titanium, steel, and silver alloy, the blade itself is a deadly piece of hardware to anything it has to go against.
Even though in a firefight the chest piece is a bit weaker it makes up for it in its battles against anything with claws. With its ability to take the hit from arched blades and force the blades to either get stuck, break, or sever, it is an invaluable tool when fighting things that are stronger, and that like to think they are meaner then you.
Themesong:
r3.officer.com/files/base/OFCR/image/2..
Image:
Age: 59
Species: Human
Goals/Faction:
Hank is an independent Hunter who primarily goes after Vampires that "Step out of line". Though this does not exclude humans or other creatures of the night.
Backstory:
Hank grew up fighting. As a kid he would fight for many different reasons. Sometimes it was a local gang, sometimes it was trying to get something he needed to survive, and sometimes it was him trying to defend what he thought was right. This carried over to his time he served in the United States Marine Corps. Despite his great war record he was discharged after his unit was massacred by an unforeseen vampire attack. Out of the 34 soldiers that went in, 6 survived the attack and their injuries, the rest missing. During this attack Hank was able to get a lucky few shots off, successfully tagging a vampire that didn't appreciate Hank's marksmanship.
When Hank returned home from his active duty his nightmares from his career had followed him home. The vampire that he had taken on had not only remembered Hanks face, but had successfully tracked down where he lived. Leaving his family to be massacred as he was returning home. Only to be discovered by the wary soldier.
Over time Hank developed a hatred for anything evil, vampires having the least amount of slack in his personal rules. Hank soon started Hunting down things that stepped out of line, the things that SOLDIER would over look for what ever reason, or something they were too slow to respond to. Living on the road in a mobile home modified for fighting the supernatural Hank feels he is ready to take on the world. Even id it kills him.
Powers/Skills:
-Hank has a collection of firearm skills from growing up in rough neighborhoods and from his time in the marines. Over all there is not a gun on the face of the planet that Hank doesn't know how to use or that he can't figure out how to use in a short moment.
-Hand to hand combat is a skill set that Hank picked up as a kid primarily. Learning how to fight with his fist, then soon moving up to knives. The Marine Corps only made sure his fighting skills were up to date.
-Despite Hank's age he is really strong, stronger then the average human being. Not as strong as most vampires though. But the strength he does posses gives him the advantage of being underestimated by his opponents and to buy him time to use his brains to get the upper hand against someone who may be stronger then him.
-Hank overall is a smart person, he is able to think his way out of many situations and he is able to use his intellect to win fights that he normally wouldn't be able to win.
Equipment/Weapons:
Modified to handle heavier rounds and to put up with what ever ammunition Hank has tried to forge
Shotguns, even if it won't kill a vampire it will sure make them remember Hank as they are sent into the next room. Also a much easier model firearm to use custom ammunition with compared to most firearms.
Long enough to sever a head from a safe distance, and sharp enough to do so by someone who doesn't have above average strength. with the 3 foot blade being made from a titanium, steel, and silver alloy, the blade itself is a deadly piece of hardware to anything it has to go against.
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Even though not as sharp as it's monster hunting counterpart, with its ability to fold into small spaces and to be able to cut through a head or neck with some good force, it's one of the best back up weapons on the market. Comes with hidden coat pocket!
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Even though not as sharp as it's monster hunting counterpart, with its ability to fold into small spaces and to be able to cut through a head or neck with some good force, it's one of the best back up weapons on the market. Comes with hidden coat pocket!
Even though in a firefight the chest piece is a bit weaker it makes up for it in its battles against anything with claws. With its ability to take the hit from arched blades and force the blades to either get stuck, break, or sever, it is an invaluable tool when fighting things that are stronger, and that like to think they are meaner then you.
Themesong:
r3.officer.com/files/base/OFCR/image/2..
DiZL Reloaded
Name: Jack 'Deadeye' Andrews
"I'm not good, not bad... but I sure as hell ain't ugly."
Age: 38
Species: Human
Side: a gunslinger for hire playing after his own rules
Deadeye is a famous Gunslinger well known in the underworld, from normal delinquents to the biggest crimelords, everyone has heard the stories. He made a name for himself back then when he was in his mid 20s, where he took on an entire Cartel singlehandedly. Slowly bringing it down, facility by facility, man by man. Soon there was nothing left from neither the Cartel nor its former members.
Another time a criminal organisation was robbing a train Jack was on, as a blind passenger to avoid drawing attention. They rappelled off helicopters onto the moving train, which was pretty crazy in Jacks eyes, but he also knew that those guys had to be professionals and that they didn't just get on the train for nothing. So he decided to crash the party. He took them on alone again and soon the passengers were safe. Though he couldn't find out what those guys were after in the first place, but it didn't really bother him. The government however was holding Jack responsible for the train robbery. He didn't claim a reward from the passengers he saved. When the conductor asked him what he should tell the authoroties, Jack simply said "Tell 'em the truth. If they don't listen, that's on them. But maybe you can get on the radio... Fudge our arrival time a bit... It's been a long day. And I wouldn't mind a 5-minute head start."
Another time a criminal organisation was robbing a train Jack was on, as a blind passenger to avoid drawing attention. They rappelled off helicopters onto the moving train, which was pretty crazy in Jacks eyes, but he also knew that those guys had to be professionals and that they didn't just get on the train for nothing. So he decided to crash the party. He took them on alone again and soon the passengers were safe. Though he couldn't find out what those guys were after in the first place, but it didn't really bother him. The government however was holding Jack responsible for the train robbery. He didn't claim a reward from the passengers he saved. When the conductor asked him what he should tell the authoroties, Jack simply said "Tell 'em the truth. If they don't listen, that's on them. But maybe you can get on the radio... Fudge our arrival time a bit... It's been a long day. And I wouldn't mind a 5-minute head start."
Personality: Jack believes that the world is what people made it, and if they made it a bad place, it would be bad for them. He also believes in decisions and respects what his enemies had chosen to do, but constantly says they still brought their deaths upon themselves. He believes in justice and respects everyone and their choices.
Jack has a bad habit of blowing stories out of proportion, or changing them up as he goes along.
Powers/Skills:
- Gunslinger
- Marksman
- Quick on the draw
- Good Reflexes
Main: His trusty pair of Sixshooters with switched out Cylinders and different ammunition types ranging from your average bullet to trackers.
Support: Depending on the job he has access to:
Support: Depending on the job he has access to:
- Flashbangs
- Proximity mines
- tripwires
- smoke grenades
- Sticky cameras
- tracking devices
- When hunting down his targets he challenges them to a showdown, like in the old western movies. He never lost a single duel so far. If his opponent decides to run, Deadeye will hunt him down. In his eyes he gave his opponent a fair choice.
- In most situations he unintentionally gets wind up in, the local authorities hold Jack responsible.
- There is a bounty of 60.000$ on his head. Dead or Alive.
- Sometimes he worked together with another mercenary named 'Luckshot'.
- Deadeyes' Utility holster
- Themesong
Name: Allison Radcliff
Age: 30
Species: Human
Side: Ruthless Mercenary for hire (currently)
Short Backstory: Little is known about her past, most of her records are classified and no one really has the guts to get close to her. It is said however that she used to be a gun-crazed Mercenary before SOLDIER found out about her. SOLDIER seeing potential in her offered her a "Job", she took care of dangerous enemies and SOLDIER supplied her with weapons, ammo, equipement, money and so on. Among Soldiers as well as vampires she was known as "SOLDIER's Bloodhound".
Back then in the Vampire Human war, she was tasked to work under General Fenix' command for some time. When the General died however, she used this opportunity to disappear from the screen. It's been almost 3 years since Allison disappeared, in this time she got back to her previous profession, being a mercenary for hire...
Personality:
Powers/Skills:
Themesong
Age: 30
Species: Human
Side: Ruthless Mercenary for hire (currently)
Short Backstory: Little is known about her past, most of her records are classified and no one really has the guts to get close to her. It is said however that she used to be a gun-crazed Mercenary before SOLDIER found out about her. SOLDIER seeing potential in her offered her a "Job", she took care of dangerous enemies and SOLDIER supplied her with weapons, ammo, equipement, money and so on. Among Soldiers as well as vampires she was known as "SOLDIER's Bloodhound".
Back then in the Vampire Human war, she was tasked to work under General Fenix' command for some time. When the General died however, she used this opportunity to disappear from the screen. It's been almost 3 years since Allison disappeared, in this time she got back to her previous profession, being a mercenary for hire...
Personality:
- She's somtimes really reckless, especially when involved in Close-Quarter-Battles.
- No matter how bad the situation she is in, she'll still make fun of you.
- Has a short temper.
- Is a Heavy smoker.
- She's swearing a lot. For instance when you piss her off she starts using f**k like a comma.
Powers/Skills:
- Allison has remarkable CQC skills and reflexes.
- Is a good motorcyclist.
- Has a talent for Fireweapons, give her any gun and she'll use it without problems.
Main: Her good ol' 9x19 VSN (Vityaz-SN) submachinegun or an AK-12 with a GP-30 underslung grenade launcher. The choice of her main weapon depends on the job.
Support: a Custom Mossberg 12 Gauge Shotgun, specially designed for her (Shown in picture nr.1). It is lighter than other versions, it is her most favorite weapon and she has different types of ammunition.
Sideweapons:
Support: a Custom Mossberg 12 Gauge Shotgun, specially designed for her (Shown in picture nr.1). It is lighter than other versions, it is her most favorite weapon and she has different types of ammunition.
Sideweapons:
- The AF-1 "Strike One"
- a bayonet for her weapons
- and for CQC she prefers a Machete (Shown in picture nr.2)
- Not the best in informatics and electronics (except how to hot-wire a car), but as long as it works she's fine with it.
- Every car she drives usually ends up as a total loss
- For some time she was called 'Luckshot' because of the huge amount of luck she has not dying because of her reckless maneuvers.
Themesong
Thewizardguy
Name: Mia Rhine
Age: 49
Species: Vampire
Goals/Faction: Personal Satisfaction
Backstory:
Mia was always a strange kid. She didn't like playing with the other children, in fact she didn't like playing at all. Or at least, not by normal standards. She never told her parents about the neighbour's dog, who she stole and killed. Her parents never questioned the missing steak knife, until they found it in her room, covered in blood. She never hurt anyone, not a human anyway. But still they locked her away. A dozen psychiatrists attempted to help her, but she never saw the point. She wasn't going to be like other people, and she didn't want to be. After all, who would want to be a sheep when you can be a wolf? She was sent to an asylum after she managed to hospitalize one of her psychiatrists, lacing his tea with rat poison. Not a high enough dose, although not for lack of trying.
The asylum was perhaps where Mia fit in best. Because when nobody fits in, everybody does. To some extent she enjoyed her time here, to the surprise of everyone around her. However she never lost that little desire to see blood, the aching that had caused her to kill the dog in the first place. She was turned when a rogue vampire broke into the asylum, killing most of the inmates. The vampire found her in the nursery, stabbing a catatonic patient in the heart repeatedly. Impressed by this act of brutality he turned her, and her body accompanied her mind on the journey to inhumanity.
Since her transformation, Mia's habits haven't changed. With more power comes more possibilities, of course, and now no grownups are able to tell her what to do. She became a serial killer, hunting down humans for sport rather than nourishment. She earned a bad name among humans and vampires alike, as her viciousness offends the delicate sensibilities of many of the older vampires. And while she mainly hunted humans, she had no problem killing vampires. After all, it wasn't blood she was after, but rather the suffering the blood represented. Only the most brutal of vampires are willing to work with her, although her surprising power has formed an asset on many 'exterminations'.
Powers/Skills:
- Hemokinesis
Powers focused on blood are far from uncommon among the undead. Pure hemokinesis, however, is somewhat rarer. Mia is capable of controlling her own blood, as well as the blood of others, within an incredibly limited radius. Her control abruptly ends about 5cm away from her body, preventing her from simply killing people with a glance. However, her own blood appears to extend this radius, and she's able to control it freely outside of her body. Said blood is also the source of her power, however, and the more of it she uses outside her body the weaker she becomes. Should all of her blood be drained, it would completely incapacitate her, although it would be possible to revive her from this state if she were to be injected with more blood before her body dried up completely.
- Superhuman Strength
The unholy powers of undeath have given Mia strength and speed beyond any human. Her physical capabilities would allow her to easily participate in the olympics, were vampires allowed in those. However, they are still fairly low by vampiric standards. Furthermore, her small stature gives her a significant disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat. Her weight is sufficiently small that a strong human could relatively easily toss her across the room, even with her superior physical strength.
- Bladed Claws
Unlike most vampires, Mia doesn't drink blood through her pronounced canines. Her sharpened teeth could be considered merely a purely aesthetic alteration, as her main method of blood intake is through her claws. These claws are about 2 cm long, and extend from her fingers like tiny red daggers. Each contains a series of hollow tubes that allows her to drain blood through them, restoring herself in the process. The claws are also incredibly hard and sharp, being able to slice through metal with high difficulty. They can be broken, but the claws will grow back in 1-2 days if shattered.
Equipment/Weapons:
Mia usually carries an assortment of knives and other bladed implements. However, she mainly relies on her hemokinesis for combat.
Themesong: youtube.com/watch?v=ckukQqItLmY
Age: 49
Species: Vampire
Goals/Faction: Personal Satisfaction
Backstory:
Mia was always a strange kid. She didn't like playing with the other children, in fact she didn't like playing at all. Or at least, not by normal standards. She never told her parents about the neighbour's dog, who she stole and killed. Her parents never questioned the missing steak knife, until they found it in her room, covered in blood. She never hurt anyone, not a human anyway. But still they locked her away. A dozen psychiatrists attempted to help her, but she never saw the point. She wasn't going to be like other people, and she didn't want to be. After all, who would want to be a sheep when you can be a wolf? She was sent to an asylum after she managed to hospitalize one of her psychiatrists, lacing his tea with rat poison. Not a high enough dose, although not for lack of trying.
The asylum was perhaps where Mia fit in best. Because when nobody fits in, everybody does. To some extent she enjoyed her time here, to the surprise of everyone around her. However she never lost that little desire to see blood, the aching that had caused her to kill the dog in the first place. She was turned when a rogue vampire broke into the asylum, killing most of the inmates. The vampire found her in the nursery, stabbing a catatonic patient in the heart repeatedly. Impressed by this act of brutality he turned her, and her body accompanied her mind on the journey to inhumanity.
Since her transformation, Mia's habits haven't changed. With more power comes more possibilities, of course, and now no grownups are able to tell her what to do. She became a serial killer, hunting down humans for sport rather than nourishment. She earned a bad name among humans and vampires alike, as her viciousness offends the delicate sensibilities of many of the older vampires. And while she mainly hunted humans, she had no problem killing vampires. After all, it wasn't blood she was after, but rather the suffering the blood represented. Only the most brutal of vampires are willing to work with her, although her surprising power has formed an asset on many 'exterminations'.
Powers/Skills:
- Hemokinesis
Powers focused on blood are far from uncommon among the undead. Pure hemokinesis, however, is somewhat rarer. Mia is capable of controlling her own blood, as well as the blood of others, within an incredibly limited radius. Her control abruptly ends about 5cm away from her body, preventing her from simply killing people with a glance. However, her own blood appears to extend this radius, and she's able to control it freely outside of her body. Said blood is also the source of her power, however, and the more of it she uses outside her body the weaker she becomes. Should all of her blood be drained, it would completely incapacitate her, although it would be possible to revive her from this state if she were to be injected with more blood before her body dried up completely.
- Superhuman Strength
The unholy powers of undeath have given Mia strength and speed beyond any human. Her physical capabilities would allow her to easily participate in the olympics, were vampires allowed in those. However, they are still fairly low by vampiric standards. Furthermore, her small stature gives her a significant disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat. Her weight is sufficiently small that a strong human could relatively easily toss her across the room, even with her superior physical strength.
- Bladed Claws
Unlike most vampires, Mia doesn't drink blood through her pronounced canines. Her sharpened teeth could be considered merely a purely aesthetic alteration, as her main method of blood intake is through her claws. These claws are about 2 cm long, and extend from her fingers like tiny red daggers. Each contains a series of hollow tubes that allows her to drain blood through them, restoring herself in the process. The claws are also incredibly hard and sharp, being able to slice through metal with high difficulty. They can be broken, but the claws will grow back in 1-2 days if shattered.
Equipment/Weapons:
Mia usually carries an assortment of knives and other bladed implements. However, she mainly relies on her hemokinesis for combat.
Themesong: youtube.com/watch?v=ckukQqItLmY
Wick
Name: Ellenora Baker goes by Nora
Image:
Age: 500 years looks about 17-19yrs old
Species: Dracula Vampire
Goals/Faction: As a Dracula vampire Nora pretty much just wants to fulfill her own goals at the moment
Backstory: Ellie as she was called back then, had slipped out of the town festival and gone to meet her beau. They were going to run away together. She snuck home to get her things and leave. Unfortunately, when she got to the meeting place she found a very handsome vampire eating her boyfriend who was already dead. Too frightened to scream and not fast enough to escape. The vampire grabbed her and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. He decided to keep her as his own and he turned her instead of killing her. From the moment she woke up as a vampire she was known as Nora.
Her maker was not much older than she herself was at the time he turned her. At least she didn't think he looked very old.
Over the ages she stayed in Europe travelling about at times. She wanted to see everything and do almost all that there was to do. She took Leonardo DaVinci as a lover about the time he painted the Mona Lisa in 1503. In 1536 she went into hiding when King Henry VIII beheaded her close friend Anne Bolyn. She grieved in seclusion for a long time over her friend. From 1618-1638 as the thirty years war waged on she stayed in Scotland and kept herself out of public view. Nora felt the humanity while caring for those with the plague in London in 1665. She kept her eyes on the new world and swore that one day she would go there but she wanted it to be more civilized first so she made herself scarce and roamed through Europe. She avoided places that were fighting such as France during the French Revolution.
She was quite thrilled with the new passenger trains in England in 1825. She loved riding in them and took many trips so she could enjoy them. Just as she had decided to go to the United States she heard they were going to war so she settled for staying at home in Europe. She bought tickets under an assumed name on the Titanic and she was one of few who survived as the ship sank to the bottom of the sea.
Powers/Skills: Stronger than most vampires (2 tons) and quite possibly the fastest among vampire kind (75mph) in part due to her age and in part do to the exercising of her skill. Nora can shape shift into traditional Dracula forms: wolf, bat, mist. She can heal others if she lets them drink just a little of her blood. She takes pleasure in the bite, she has exceptional healing it is faster than most, sunlight is deadly to her, it burns her skin and starts to cook her alive if she is taken out of the light quickly enough she can be regenerated over several minutes. She must be invited in by the owner before she can enter a human's home. She can fight fairly well but she would normally stay out of things that would put her in that situation.
Equipment/Weapons: She likes to carry a couple of daggers and oddly enough a few throwing stars on herself at all times.
Themesong: Let the bodies hit the floor by Drowning Pool
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04F4xlWSFh0&index=21&list=RDKyIW8CcfQrw
I would like to join @Wraithblade6@the grey dust
Image:
Age: 500 years looks about 17-19yrs old
Species: Dracula Vampire
Goals/Faction: As a Dracula vampire Nora pretty much just wants to fulfill her own goals at the moment
Backstory: Ellie as she was called back then, had slipped out of the town festival and gone to meet her beau. They were going to run away together. She snuck home to get her things and leave. Unfortunately, when she got to the meeting place she found a very handsome vampire eating her boyfriend who was already dead. Too frightened to scream and not fast enough to escape. The vampire grabbed her and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. He decided to keep her as his own and he turned her instead of killing her. From the moment she woke up as a vampire she was known as Nora.
Her maker was not much older than she herself was at the time he turned her. At least she didn't think he looked very old.
Over the ages she stayed in Europe travelling about at times. She wanted to see everything and do almost all that there was to do. She took Leonardo DaVinci as a lover about the time he painted the Mona Lisa in 1503. In 1536 she went into hiding when King Henry VIII beheaded her close friend Anne Bolyn. She grieved in seclusion for a long time over her friend. From 1618-1638 as the thirty years war waged on she stayed in Scotland and kept herself out of public view. Nora felt the humanity while caring for those with the plague in London in 1665. She kept her eyes on the new world and swore that one day she would go there but she wanted it to be more civilized first so she made herself scarce and roamed through Europe. She avoided places that were fighting such as France during the French Revolution.
She was quite thrilled with the new passenger trains in England in 1825. She loved riding in them and took many trips so she could enjoy them. Just as she had decided to go to the United States she heard they were going to war so she settled for staying at home in Europe. She bought tickets under an assumed name on the Titanic and she was one of few who survived as the ship sank to the bottom of the sea.
Powers/Skills: Stronger than most vampires (2 tons) and quite possibly the fastest among vampire kind (75mph) in part due to her age and in part do to the exercising of her skill. Nora can shape shift into traditional Dracula forms: wolf, bat, mist. She can heal others if she lets them drink just a little of her blood. She takes pleasure in the bite, she has exceptional healing it is faster than most, sunlight is deadly to her, it burns her skin and starts to cook her alive if she is taken out of the light quickly enough she can be regenerated over several minutes. She must be invited in by the owner before she can enter a human's home. She can fight fairly well but she would normally stay out of things that would put her in that situation.
Equipment/Weapons: She likes to carry a couple of daggers and oddly enough a few throwing stars on herself at all times.
Themesong: Let the bodies hit the floor by Drowning Pool
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04F4xlWSFh0&index=21&list=RDKyIW8CcfQrw
I would like to join @Wraithblade6@the grey dust
BurningCold
Name:
Kane Abellian
Image:
Age:
24
Species:
Werewolf
Goals/Faction:
He wants to ensure that Soldier crumbles.
Backstory:
A baby cries. It’s you. Mom smiles. She pats your back, calls you her dear little boy. Tears cease. Dad pulls you away. Comfort lost. This is his first time looking at you. He gives you that strange half smile. The first of many. He says you’re a bit small. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.
Swing. Crack. Whoosh. Sweat drips as you run. Third plate. Not bad. You look at Dad in the bleachers. Half smile. You see his eyes though. You know he’s proud. Shining stars. Not small anymore. Tall, athletic. A model baseball player. You win the game for your team. Good job.
Snow falls. Wind blows. Laughter in the kitchen. Your family invited the neighbors over to celebrate. Everyone loves Christmas. You’re not with them though. No. You’re in your bedroom. With a girl. She has her hands on her hips, standing in front of the door. It’s closed. Well? You see that look in her eye. She’s annoyed. She’s waiting. Gulp. You shuffle over to her. Now! You stand on your tippy toes to get closer. She’s two years older. You kiss her gently. You should see your face. Red as a rose. She smirks. This time, she kisses you. She leans down. Her lips are soft.
She moved away today. The kiss goodbye was tender, sweet. You gazed into her eyes for one last time. Not lovingly. No, you’re far too young for that. But adoration? Absolutely. You feel a bit down, but you’re strong. Don’t worry champ. She was only the first of many.
Dad didn’t come home today. Again. You remember the last time you saw him. Clear as day. He wordlessly kissed your forehead, tussled your hair, and walked out the door. Mom got drunk today. Again. You remember the last time she beat you. Clear as day. How could you forget? It was only a few hours ago. You lay crying softly in your bed, clutching the photo as you always do. That photo of you. With Mom and Dad. Smiling. Stupid child. Something inside of you begins to burn. Wildfire spreads. You’re angry. You walk into Mom’s room. There’s no need to be afraid, the alcohol knocked her out a while ago. You find Dad’s lighter. Same spot it’s always been in. Grab the lighter. Shuffling feet. Let the fire cleanse. Embers engulf you, and Mom, and Dad. Smiling. The ashes of that picture tumble into oblivion.
Swing. Crack. Groan. Sweat drips as you try to scurry away. Mom is strong though. Quick too. Hands grabbing. Child struggling. When she’s finished, you’re in pain. Bruised. Bleeding. You look at her face. Fury. Heavy breathing. Contempt. Happy birthday.
A voice screams. It’s Mom. You smile. You drive the kitchen knife further into her chest, and call her a bitch. Tears begin to fall. The screamings cease, and her lifeforce pulls away. This is your last time looking at her. The fire engulfs the house in mere minutes. You’re already out the door. She was your first victim. The first of many. You’re a bit rusty. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.
Chomp. Salt. Ketchup. Cheese. Beef. It’s a good burger. You’ve been wandering for about a year now. Don’t fear. No one is looking. The fire burned everything. You are a dead man. A clever man. Then you spy her. Cute short hair. Legs up to here. Low cut top. You walk over. Chat her up. Twirling hair. Nervous laughter. She wants you. That night, she gets you. You skip town the next morning. Better this way.
Warm and slick. Blood. Ridiculous. He should have given up the wallet. You need the money more than he does. It doesn’t matter now. One hundred bucks. A good haul. You rise. Rain falls. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.
Kind hands reaching. Gentle eyes pleading. Mom. Forgiveness. You give it to her. How could you not? Smiling faces. A knock at the door. It’s Dad. Reunited. Family again. You wake up. Cold sweat. Dream. Nightmare? Feet dragging, body slouching. Wash the face. Cleanse the impurities. You see yourself. You’re just like her. Monster. This isn’t right.
Struggling. Fighting. Arguing. Battle of the mind. Finally, a decision is reached.
Mirror. Again. Operation successful. Not without complications. Something went wrong when they tried to put your new left eye in. You touch at the burned flesh lightly. Some scars heal. This one sure as hell will not. You paid the price of admission. Good job.
You’re right at home in Soldier. Plenty of creatures need killing. Plenty of ways to kill them. No one bats an eye, no matter what is done to them. They are the enemy. The fact that you are on the right side comforts you at night.
Anger. Shock. Betrayal. You’re being cast out. After everything you’ve done for them, too. Now they're abandoning you. Vengeance is sworn. The vampires will be stopped, and Soldier will be cast down into their ashes.
Powers/Skills:
Kane’s training with soldier taught him all the ins and outs of handguns, and he can now use a number of them with ease and efficiency. His cybernetic eyes can grant him enhanced sight, thermal vision, and night vision. His werewolf blood grants him the senses, speed, strength, and regenerative properties that all of the alaskan beasts share. His implants no longer allow him to shift much farther past a partial transformation, though his weakness to silver remains.
Equipment/Weapons:
The black metal arm on his right side is made of a strong but light alloy, with retractable claws tipped with silver capable of easily rending flesh from bone. Additionally, he carries with him two guns loaded with silver bullets, a Colt M1911 and a S&W Model 629.
Themesong:
Kane Abellian
Image:
Age:
24
Species:
Werewolf
Goals/Faction:
He wants to ensure that Soldier crumbles.
Backstory:
A baby cries. It’s you. Mom smiles. She pats your back, calls you her dear little boy. Tears cease. Dad pulls you away. Comfort lost. This is his first time looking at you. He gives you that strange half smile. The first of many. He says you’re a bit small. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.
Swing. Crack. Whoosh. Sweat drips as you run. Third plate. Not bad. You look at Dad in the bleachers. Half smile. You see his eyes though. You know he’s proud. Shining stars. Not small anymore. Tall, athletic. A model baseball player. You win the game for your team. Good job.
Snow falls. Wind blows. Laughter in the kitchen. Your family invited the neighbors over to celebrate. Everyone loves Christmas. You’re not with them though. No. You’re in your bedroom. With a girl. She has her hands on her hips, standing in front of the door. It’s closed. Well? You see that look in her eye. She’s annoyed. She’s waiting. Gulp. You shuffle over to her. Now! You stand on your tippy toes to get closer. She’s two years older. You kiss her gently. You should see your face. Red as a rose. She smirks. This time, she kisses you. She leans down. Her lips are soft.
She moved away today. The kiss goodbye was tender, sweet. You gazed into her eyes for one last time. Not lovingly. No, you’re far too young for that. But adoration? Absolutely. You feel a bit down, but you’re strong. Don’t worry champ. She was only the first of many.
Dad didn’t come home today. Again. You remember the last time you saw him. Clear as day. He wordlessly kissed your forehead, tussled your hair, and walked out the door. Mom got drunk today. Again. You remember the last time she beat you. Clear as day. How could you forget? It was only a few hours ago. You lay crying softly in your bed, clutching the photo as you always do. That photo of you. With Mom and Dad. Smiling. Stupid child. Something inside of you begins to burn. Wildfire spreads. You’re angry. You walk into Mom’s room. There’s no need to be afraid, the alcohol knocked her out a while ago. You find Dad’s lighter. Same spot it’s always been in. Grab the lighter. Shuffling feet. Let the fire cleanse. Embers engulf you, and Mom, and Dad. Smiling. The ashes of that picture tumble into oblivion.
Swing. Crack. Groan. Sweat drips as you try to scurry away. Mom is strong though. Quick too. Hands grabbing. Child struggling. When she’s finished, you’re in pain. Bruised. Bleeding. You look at her face. Fury. Heavy breathing. Contempt. Happy birthday.
A voice screams. It’s Mom. You smile. You drive the kitchen knife further into her chest, and call her a bitch. Tears begin to fall. The screamings cease, and her lifeforce pulls away. This is your last time looking at her. The fire engulfs the house in mere minutes. You’re already out the door. She was your first victim. The first of many. You’re a bit rusty. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.
Chomp. Salt. Ketchup. Cheese. Beef. It’s a good burger. You’ve been wandering for about a year now. Don’t fear. No one is looking. The fire burned everything. You are a dead man. A clever man. Then you spy her. Cute short hair. Legs up to here. Low cut top. You walk over. Chat her up. Twirling hair. Nervous laughter. She wants you. That night, she gets you. You skip town the next morning. Better this way.
Warm and slick. Blood. Ridiculous. He should have given up the wallet. You need the money more than he does. It doesn’t matter now. One hundred bucks. A good haul. You rise. Rain falls. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.
Kind hands reaching. Gentle eyes pleading. Mom. Forgiveness. You give it to her. How could you not? Smiling faces. A knock at the door. It’s Dad. Reunited. Family again. You wake up. Cold sweat. Dream. Nightmare? Feet dragging, body slouching. Wash the face. Cleanse the impurities. You see yourself. You’re just like her. Monster. This isn’t right.
Struggling. Fighting. Arguing. Battle of the mind. Finally, a decision is reached.
Mirror. Again. Operation successful. Not without complications. Something went wrong when they tried to put your new left eye in. You touch at the burned flesh lightly. Some scars heal. This one sure as hell will not. You paid the price of admission. Good job.
You’re right at home in Soldier. Plenty of creatures need killing. Plenty of ways to kill them. No one bats an eye, no matter what is done to them. They are the enemy. The fact that you are on the right side comforts you at night.
Anger. Shock. Betrayal. You’re being cast out. After everything you’ve done for them, too. Now they're abandoning you. Vengeance is sworn. The vampires will be stopped, and Soldier will be cast down into their ashes.
Powers/Skills:
Kane’s training with soldier taught him all the ins and outs of handguns, and he can now use a number of them with ease and efficiency. His cybernetic eyes can grant him enhanced sight, thermal vision, and night vision. His werewolf blood grants him the senses, speed, strength, and regenerative properties that all of the alaskan beasts share. His implants no longer allow him to shift much farther past a partial transformation, though his weakness to silver remains.
Equipment/Weapons:
The black metal arm on his right side is made of a strong but light alloy, with retractable claws tipped with silver capable of easily rending flesh from bone. Additionally, he carries with him two guns loaded with silver bullets, a Colt M1911 and a S&W Model 629.
Themesong:
Name: Cupid Abatangelo
Age: Turned at age 23 during the height of Rome’s power
Species: Vampire
Goals/Faction: Cupid wants to build a great army of vampires to invade Italy and reclaim the glory of Rome.
Backstory:
Cupid was born and raised in the city of Rome during the Pax Romana. Working as a street vendor, he’d always use his outstandingly attractive looks and silver tongue to convince people to purchase from him. Both men and women alike seeked his affections, but Cupid turned each and every one down. One day however he came to spy the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Cupid became obsessed with this mysterious and wonderful man, and pined over him constantly. At long last his desires were granted and the man took him into his home. It was there that Cupid experienced intercourse for the first time, and was turned. Master took Cupid as his lover, and together they prowled the streets at night for blood and rape.
After a time they moved out of the city and into the countryside, preying on travelling passerby. It was during this time that Master taught Cupid the mighty powers of his unique bloodline. Things drifted into a lull after that day, and the routine of lovemaking and lifetaking in their new home finally settled in. Then the Hun arrived.
Atilla and his followers swept across the countryside like a scourge, laying waste to all in their path. When he reached the home of Cupid and his Master, they were merciless. The last time Cupid ever saw his Master alive was when the latter ordered the former to hide down in the cellar. Cupid saw the fear in his eyes then, and still remembers it now. When the scourge had ended, Rome was in shambles. It was only a matter of time before the country fell to the infighting and strife that was now poisoning it like a virus. Cupid took his leave that day, and never has he returned.
Centuries passed, and Cupid eventually found his way to America after ages of travel, becoming the proprietor of an ever popular New York strip club, the “Cupid’s Kiss”.
Powers/Skills: As an Abatangeloan, Cupid can manipulate the minds of most creatures not possessing a strong will and turn them into thralls. Even those strong enough to resist direct control cannot help but to feel inclined to agree with or be more polite to him. He is also considered to be an excellent swordsman. While neither the sun nor items of holy descendance bear any effect upon him, Cupid’s powers begin to rapidly fail after more than a day or two without consuming fresh human blood. After a week without nourishment he is barely stronger than the average human.
Equipment/Weapons: A stylish gold topped cane holding a silver sword within
Themesong: youtube.com/watch?v=jGGRG2X0mOU
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BurningCold
Name: Mattias Cullens
Age: 97
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: Mattias is a loner travelling the world to eliminate all hostile vampires from existence.
Backstory: In his life before leaving Alaska, Mattias found that he greatly disagreed with his pack’s principles. That all vampires were the scum of the Earth, and that all humans were ruining the planet. He knew that vampires and humans were both capable of great evil, but he was also aware that where there was the capability to do wrong, was also the capability to do right. Mattias wanted to protect the innocent people still out there from harm, so he left his pack and began his travels.
Before all of this and during the Nightwars, Mattias was one of the few that refused to take up arms with Magnus against the humans, believing the former to be crazy and his plan absurd. He was ridiculed at the war’s start for not conforming, and then resented at the war’s end for being right. This only contributed to his self imposed exile from the pack.
Mattias often considered attempting to join Soldier, but deigned that tying himself to a set of rules might impede him somewhere along the line. He’s still not certain if that is the right choice.
Personality: While Mattias has faith in human and vampire-kind, he is far from an idealist. He knows that people are inherently selfish, and that most vampires would sooner suck a human dry than attempt to coexist with them. He does however know that GOOD people are being made victims of violence every day.
Powers/Skills: Aside from the typical strengths and weaknesses of a werewolf, Mattias also possess greatly improved senses, being able to pick up the scent of a vampire and track it to the source from a significant distance away. He also boasts night vision and impressive hearing.
Equipment/Weapons: He’s strong enough even in human form that he doesn’t require much in the way of weaponry.
Themesong: Uhh… Eye of the Tiger? I actually think that might be somewhat accurate.
Name: James Rodney
Age: Mid 30s
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: Chief of MI6
Personality: James is an aloof and shrewd man, knowing full well that his positions as Bedivere’s ally and chief of MI6 grants him immunity in most situations.
Backstory: James grew up on Bond films, and thus a childish ambition to become a super spy shed away and morphed into a true blue career as the chief of MI6 after years of training and service. Off the record, James had developed quite a reputation for removing threats to the position he was working so hard to get to through any means necessary. After both the previous chief, and all of James’ competitors wound up dead or missing in one way or another, James was the only clear choice. Suspicion circled the man like a swarm of flies to a corpse, and those bold enough to voice their worries soon found themselves in bodybags. The remaining operatives quickly began to agree upon their new chief’s innocence. He now serves as Bedivere’s right hand man, using his position to further the vampire’s goals. The only thing that James asks in return is a place near the vampire at the top of the heap.
Powers/Skills: James has incredible influence and manpower at his back. He is also trained in close quarters combat with handguns and fisticuffs.
Equipment/Weapons: When his highly trained bodyguards fail, James possesses an L9A1 loaded with silver bullets that seems to put an end to most problematic debates.
Themesong: youtube.com/watch?v=9OPc7MRm4Y8
Catchphrase
Name: Mister Jones
Appearance: Tall with black hair, blue eyes and a short beard. Basically looks like any Russian gangster. Always wears a grey suit and Italian shoes.
Age: 32
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: Works for himself and wants to build his own gangster empire. Sells information to anyone who can pay, no matter their allegiance or goals.
Backstory: Not much is known about his past, all that is known is how he started. He gained ownership of a nightclub in the middle of downtown New York, nobody knows how since the previous owner was renowned for being greedy and stubborn, and he changed the name of the club to Night Angel. Since reopening the club, it's been a hotspot for humans, vampires and the occasional werewolf to dance, drink and do other sorts of things together. He also pushed drugs, guns, prostitutes and even hits through the club, but the main source of income comes from something that everyone needs, information. He's done buisness with everyone and anyone, and is considered by all to be untouchable, because while he isn't as rich as some of the others out there fighting for control, he knows a lot of important and powerful men and women, and has enough stuff on them so that if he goes down, they go down as well. So, whenever someone tries to arrest him, or kidnap him or even kill him, they know that if they are caught, they would disappear from the face of the Earth.
Powers/Skills: Knows how to get people to talk to him. Can find anything and anyone if given enough time and money to do it. Can remember even the smallest of details about something or someone.
Equipment/Weapons:
-A pocket ledger full of names, numbers and transactions.
-A cell phone that can make untraceable calls.
-Glock 17 9mm pistol.
Appearance: Tall with black hair, blue eyes and a short beard. Basically looks like any Russian gangster. Always wears a grey suit and Italian shoes.
Age: 32
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: Works for himself and wants to build his own gangster empire. Sells information to anyone who can pay, no matter their allegiance or goals.
Backstory: Not much is known about his past, all that is known is how he started. He gained ownership of a nightclub in the middle of downtown New York, nobody knows how since the previous owner was renowned for being greedy and stubborn, and he changed the name of the club to Night Angel. Since reopening the club, it's been a hotspot for humans, vampires and the occasional werewolf to dance, drink and do other sorts of things together. He also pushed drugs, guns, prostitutes and even hits through the club, but the main source of income comes from something that everyone needs, information. He's done buisness with everyone and anyone, and is considered by all to be untouchable, because while he isn't as rich as some of the others out there fighting for control, he knows a lot of important and powerful men and women, and has enough stuff on them so that if he goes down, they go down as well. So, whenever someone tries to arrest him, or kidnap him or even kill him, they know that if they are caught, they would disappear from the face of the Earth.
Powers/Skills: Knows how to get people to talk to him. Can find anything and anyone if given enough time and money to do it. Can remember even the smallest of details about something or someone.
Equipment/Weapons:
-A pocket ledger full of names, numbers and transactions.
-A cell phone that can make untraceable calls.
-Glock 17 9mm pistol.
RedNightHunter
Name: Nia Wolfe
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Age: 100
Personality; Due to being partially raised by monks her personal motto is, "Need not unsay what was not said in the first place." Although a good diplomat she has little problem killing someone who is hurting another person needlessly. Being bullied as a child she is fiercely against such thing as an adult and often has to be pulled away from killing a bully. She is very witty and intelligent her street smarts give her a very 'real world' logic that more soft born people lack. Taught by the monks to be kind to everyone she is often described as very helpful, polite but a bit reserved. By her critics she is often put as soft spoken and very closed up to people.
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Species: Amethyst Vampire
These vampires originated from Scandinavia and were rumored to have begun from a viking being incidentally turned by a vampire. Immune to most vampire ails including sunlight. Amethyst vampires are known to be telekinetically inclined, they can control water, earth, and air although not any sort of metal object. The reason for this is unknown. Most of the few Amethyst vampires main “element” is air. Their greatest weakness is iron, as cuts from such material will leave a faint scar.
Amethyst vampires main defining feature is their purple eyes, hence their name. The color can range from a dark almost black color to a light pastel purple. Another defining feature is their small claws, both males and females have them. However, the females also have a slightly toxic breath that can knock out a human and weaken another male vampire. Regular human food can be consumed however the nutrients gathered from it is slim to none. Their diet is mostly animals however, they do venture out into a city or other area and feed upon criminals.
Often times in battle they use their telekinesis with air to speed up their movements or slow down their opponent. However, their strength is up to par with most other vampire species.
There are several types of groups these vampires fall into. Females once they leave their parents are often loners until they find a suitable territory. Once they are old enough and strong enough to be able to keep their territory they can look for a mate. To find suitable territories the girls may travel across countries find territory. For it to be a suitable location it needs to have a variety of animal game (usually near a water source) distance to human settlements is not a problem as they only need to feed from humans a few times a month.
Females are incredibly territorial. Fierce territorial battles often arise from one female intruding onto another territory. Although, it is not unheard of for mothers to seek out and visit their children. Young males travel in small groups, often their own brothers looking for mates. Fighting between such groups is common however killing ones opponent is deeply frowned upon due to the small amount of members in their species.
One way for a vampire to be turned is for a couple to find (often an orphaned or abused) child, usually from a few days to a few years old. A blood ritual is performed and the child will obtain the same purple eyes or a mixture of its parents. They will grow at an accelerated rate until they are 9 years old. At that age they will be bitten and changed by both parents. Another way is for a single vampire to bite a human on the neck and wrists. The wrists is important as it starts the change, for just regular feeding they can knock out the human and drink from it without changing it. Do to their more inclination towards nature and dislike of killing they rarely take blood from an innocent. Preferring to feed from the lowlives of society and killing them.
Goals/Faction: Loner Vampire
Backstory: Backstory;
At only two weeks old she was found by her vampire parent in an abandoned house. Her human relatives lay killed in the floor below. Liana her mother, and her mate, Dalton took her in. With the blood ritual she took on the dark eyes of her mother and grew to look and act like a 15 year old girl by the time she was 6.
Just before she turned 7 her parents were killed by a rival territory group that did not share the belief of “no killing”. Nia fled towards the mountains, disguising herself as a young farm boy. Due to her age she had not been fully changed yet so her speed and stamina were not that of a full vampire although she did have some air ability. Upon reaching the mountains she was found by a middle aged Chinese monk. He was surrounded by three bandits. Deciding to help the man she knocked out one opponent and the distraction helped him take care of the other two.
The man introduced himself as Ta Lee, a member of the Shaolin temple. In thanks for her aide he offered her a place as an apprentice. Having nowhere else to go Nia accepted the offer. However, the other young apprentices of the temple were not so welcoming. Her strange looks and incredible fast reflexes earned her attention. Both good and bad. Her attempts at ignoring them were futile and their jealousy grew as she learned at a much faster pace than the rest of them. Ta lee saw it necessary to teach her not only Shaolin techniques but also a few Japanese style weapons. Including the short katana blades and the Shanzi (iron fan).
Eventually, the jealousy grew to violence, Nia beat two of her attackers before Ta Lee intervened. Nia was separated from the other children and tutored separately.
With training she eventually became almost immune to the effects iron had on her kind, although the plentiful scars are still there. Ta Lee kept secret her origin and diet she would eventually have. At some points he even encouraged it. “To rid the world of evil men is a service, my dear, not a crime.”
A young Amethyst vampire named Pierce, was passing through and spotted Nia training. Seeing her struggle with her elemental practice he stopped and showed her few tricks. Grateful, Ta lee gave him a small pendant. He explained that Pierce would be seen as a friend of any Shaolin temple as long as he wore it. Pierce offered to continue to teach Nia what a full vampire would need to know. Within a few weeks he was able to change her. Only hours after her change a messenger from another temple came. The neighboring temple had collapsed, and the army only days behind him. Ta Lee hurried to finish Nia’s training, he branded her with her first marks. The tiger, dragon and wolf. The first two were representations of her temple and style while the wolf represented her personal style.
The monks defeated the army with the help of Pierce and Nia however, so many died in the days afterword including Ta Lee that the remaining monks cursed them. Saying them as evil spirits who brought this upon them. Pierce and Nia fled to their ancestral home in Scandinavia.
Powers/Skills: Normal Amethyst Vampire abilities along with her Chinese training.
With her training plus supernatural abilities she is much stealthier than the average vampire. She is able to get out of most situations by talking her way out but will resort to fighting if necessary.
Equipment/Weapons;
Climbing gloves (Spiked gloves made for climbing trees or walls)
Two Katana blades
Variety of poisons
Four hidden knives each 3-4 inches long on her person.
A recurve bow and arrows.
Small dried herbs tied in a pouch on her belt that contains a small first aid kit.
Shanzi (three bladed or iron fan)
Theme song: none
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Age: 100
Personality; Due to being partially raised by monks her personal motto is, "Need not unsay what was not said in the first place." Although a good diplomat she has little problem killing someone who is hurting another person needlessly. Being bullied as a child she is fiercely against such thing as an adult and often has to be pulled away from killing a bully. She is very witty and intelligent her street smarts give her a very 'real world' logic that more soft born people lack. Taught by the monks to be kind to everyone she is often described as very helpful, polite but a bit reserved. By her critics she is often put as soft spoken and very closed up to people.
Image:
Species: Amethyst Vampire
These vampires originated from Scandinavia and were rumored to have begun from a viking being incidentally turned by a vampire. Immune to most vampire ails including sunlight. Amethyst vampires are known to be telekinetically inclined, they can control water, earth, and air although not any sort of metal object. The reason for this is unknown. Most of the few Amethyst vampires main “element” is air. Their greatest weakness is iron, as cuts from such material will leave a faint scar.
Amethyst vampires main defining feature is their purple eyes, hence their name. The color can range from a dark almost black color to a light pastel purple. Another defining feature is their small claws, both males and females have them. However, the females also have a slightly toxic breath that can knock out a human and weaken another male vampire. Regular human food can be consumed however the nutrients gathered from it is slim to none. Their diet is mostly animals however, they do venture out into a city or other area and feed upon criminals.
Often times in battle they use their telekinesis with air to speed up their movements or slow down their opponent. However, their strength is up to par with most other vampire species.
There are several types of groups these vampires fall into. Females once they leave their parents are often loners until they find a suitable territory. Once they are old enough and strong enough to be able to keep their territory they can look for a mate. To find suitable territories the girls may travel across countries find territory. For it to be a suitable location it needs to have a variety of animal game (usually near a water source) distance to human settlements is not a problem as they only need to feed from humans a few times a month.
Females are incredibly territorial. Fierce territorial battles often arise from one female intruding onto another territory. Although, it is not unheard of for mothers to seek out and visit their children. Young males travel in small groups, often their own brothers looking for mates. Fighting between such groups is common however killing ones opponent is deeply frowned upon due to the small amount of members in their species.
One way for a vampire to be turned is for a couple to find (often an orphaned or abused) child, usually from a few days to a few years old. A blood ritual is performed and the child will obtain the same purple eyes or a mixture of its parents. They will grow at an accelerated rate until they are 9 years old. At that age they will be bitten and changed by both parents. Another way is for a single vampire to bite a human on the neck and wrists. The wrists is important as it starts the change, for just regular feeding they can knock out the human and drink from it without changing it. Do to their more inclination towards nature and dislike of killing they rarely take blood from an innocent. Preferring to feed from the lowlives of society and killing them.
Goals/Faction: Loner Vampire
Backstory: Backstory;
At only two weeks old she was found by her vampire parent in an abandoned house. Her human relatives lay killed in the floor below. Liana her mother, and her mate, Dalton took her in. With the blood ritual she took on the dark eyes of her mother and grew to look and act like a 15 year old girl by the time she was 6.
Just before she turned 7 her parents were killed by a rival territory group that did not share the belief of “no killing”. Nia fled towards the mountains, disguising herself as a young farm boy. Due to her age she had not been fully changed yet so her speed and stamina were not that of a full vampire although she did have some air ability. Upon reaching the mountains she was found by a middle aged Chinese monk. He was surrounded by three bandits. Deciding to help the man she knocked out one opponent and the distraction helped him take care of the other two.
The man introduced himself as Ta Lee, a member of the Shaolin temple. In thanks for her aide he offered her a place as an apprentice. Having nowhere else to go Nia accepted the offer. However, the other young apprentices of the temple were not so welcoming. Her strange looks and incredible fast reflexes earned her attention. Both good and bad. Her attempts at ignoring them were futile and their jealousy grew as she learned at a much faster pace than the rest of them. Ta lee saw it necessary to teach her not only Shaolin techniques but also a few Japanese style weapons. Including the short katana blades and the Shanzi (iron fan).
Eventually, the jealousy grew to violence, Nia beat two of her attackers before Ta Lee intervened. Nia was separated from the other children and tutored separately.
With training she eventually became almost immune to the effects iron had on her kind, although the plentiful scars are still there. Ta Lee kept secret her origin and diet she would eventually have. At some points he even encouraged it. “To rid the world of evil men is a service, my dear, not a crime.”
A young Amethyst vampire named Pierce, was passing through and spotted Nia training. Seeing her struggle with her elemental practice he stopped and showed her few tricks. Grateful, Ta lee gave him a small pendant. He explained that Pierce would be seen as a friend of any Shaolin temple as long as he wore it. Pierce offered to continue to teach Nia what a full vampire would need to know. Within a few weeks he was able to change her. Only hours after her change a messenger from another temple came. The neighboring temple had collapsed, and the army only days behind him. Ta Lee hurried to finish Nia’s training, he branded her with her first marks. The tiger, dragon and wolf. The first two were representations of her temple and style while the wolf represented her personal style.
The monks defeated the army with the help of Pierce and Nia however, so many died in the days afterword including Ta Lee that the remaining monks cursed them. Saying them as evil spirits who brought this upon them. Pierce and Nia fled to their ancestral home in Scandinavia.
Powers/Skills: Normal Amethyst Vampire abilities along with her Chinese training.
With her training plus supernatural abilities she is much stealthier than the average vampire. She is able to get out of most situations by talking her way out but will resort to fighting if necessary.
Equipment/Weapons;
Climbing gloves (Spiked gloves made for climbing trees or walls)
Two Katana blades
Variety of poisons
Four hidden knives each 3-4 inches long on her person.
A recurve bow and arrows.
Small dried herbs tied in a pouch on her belt that contains a small first aid kit.
Shanzi (three bladed or iron fan)
Theme song: none
Name: Pierce Dragon
Image:
Personality; Although young by vampire standards he has witnessed his fair share of killing in battle. He reflects that as deeply meditative and calm. Very little fazes him, situations are simply something he feels he needs to adapt and adjust to. Pierce dislikes people to set in their ways however, is often open to discussions about them as long as the other party do not shoe their beliefs in his face. A born diplomate he is a very charismatic, dependable person. Very few people he would kill for, even fewer he would die for but if you are one of those people you have a dependable friend for life. His calm, personality blends well with Nia, who is although slow to anger is prone to lash out at bullies. Although he watches like a hawk, he leaves the bully bashing to her unless he sees she might get hurt.
Age: 297
Species: Amethyst Vampire
Goals/Faction: Nomad (used to be part of a group that simply wished to be left alone)
Backstory: Growing up in a privileged coven, they did not spend their money much and his parents drilled into him to be frugal with everything. Including friendship, a good friendship is not a thing to be let go of.. Found by his parents at one month old he had bruises all over his body in the shape of handprints. Pierce's human family had given little thought to him and he was left alone for long periods of time, ravenously hungry and dangerously dehydrated. As ferocious as vampires they might be they took pity on him and stole him away, nursed him back to health before inducing upon him the blood ritual.
At a young age his education began, including , tracking, hunting and stealth. Learning to use everything to his advantage, Pierce was a proficient hunter at age five when physically he looked 10 or 11. With a large territory that expanded several hundred square miles, Pierce was diligently taught how to map and navigate every inch of it. How to locate a water source where likely prey would be, to use silent movements and recognize the ones that were of another person sneaking through the brush. He lived with his parents for 50 years as they taught him all they knew before he struck out on his own. Pierce stayed close by for the next 30 years or so before the inenvitable wanderers fever hit and he took his second step to true independence. Traveling often for days at a time, he visited many places, soaking up new experiences like mothers milk. At 150 years old he came to China. There he wandered, talking to many people before coming across Nia for the first time. At first he was wary, not often do you see a young Amethyst child out of arms distance from their parents. Rarely do you see the child at all! After listening to her frustrated cries with her attempts to practice her abilities he wondered why no parent was stepping out of the shadows to help her. Then he took a deep whiff of her scent, although she shared her parents scent none of it lingered on her clothing or hair. Much as it would for a normal child. Asserting that no parent would suddenly come out to rip him from limb to limb he approached her and offered aid. With her fathers consent he trained her in her abilities and when the temple fell he offered to let her travel with him. They went far but eventually returned to Scandinavia where his parents welcomed her as another adopted child, adding their own lessons here and there.
Powers/Skills: Amethyst abilities, stealth, tracking, hunting, and strategy.
Equipment/Weapons: A simple recurve bow with white fletched arrows is his main weapon. Two small Egyptian daggers hidden in his belt and stiff rawhide rope/
Theme song: none
Image:
Personality; Although young by vampire standards he has witnessed his fair share of killing in battle. He reflects that as deeply meditative and calm. Very little fazes him, situations are simply something he feels he needs to adapt and adjust to. Pierce dislikes people to set in their ways however, is often open to discussions about them as long as the other party do not shoe their beliefs in his face. A born diplomate he is a very charismatic, dependable person. Very few people he would kill for, even fewer he would die for but if you are one of those people you have a dependable friend for life. His calm, personality blends well with Nia, who is although slow to anger is prone to lash out at bullies. Although he watches like a hawk, he leaves the bully bashing to her unless he sees she might get hurt.
Age: 297
Species: Amethyst Vampire
Goals/Faction: Nomad (used to be part of a group that simply wished to be left alone)
Backstory: Growing up in a privileged coven, they did not spend their money much and his parents drilled into him to be frugal with everything. Including friendship, a good friendship is not a thing to be let go of.. Found by his parents at one month old he had bruises all over his body in the shape of handprints. Pierce's human family had given little thought to him and he was left alone for long periods of time, ravenously hungry and dangerously dehydrated. As ferocious as vampires they might be they took pity on him and stole him away, nursed him back to health before inducing upon him the blood ritual.
At a young age his education began, including , tracking, hunting and stealth. Learning to use everything to his advantage, Pierce was a proficient hunter at age five when physically he looked 10 or 11. With a large territory that expanded several hundred square miles, Pierce was diligently taught how to map and navigate every inch of it. How to locate a water source where likely prey would be, to use silent movements and recognize the ones that were of another person sneaking through the brush. He lived with his parents for 50 years as they taught him all they knew before he struck out on his own. Pierce stayed close by for the next 30 years or so before the inenvitable wanderers fever hit and he took his second step to true independence. Traveling often for days at a time, he visited many places, soaking up new experiences like mothers milk. At 150 years old he came to China. There he wandered, talking to many people before coming across Nia for the first time. At first he was wary, not often do you see a young Amethyst child out of arms distance from their parents. Rarely do you see the child at all! After listening to her frustrated cries with her attempts to practice her abilities he wondered why no parent was stepping out of the shadows to help her. Then he took a deep whiff of her scent, although she shared her parents scent none of it lingered on her clothing or hair. Much as it would for a normal child. Asserting that no parent would suddenly come out to rip him from limb to limb he approached her and offered aid. With her fathers consent he trained her in her abilities and when the temple fell he offered to let her travel with him. They went far but eventually returned to Scandinavia where his parents welcomed her as another adopted child, adding their own lessons here and there.
Powers/Skills: Amethyst abilities, stealth, tracking, hunting, and strategy.
Equipment/Weapons: A simple recurve bow with white fletched arrows is his main weapon. Two small Egyptian daggers hidden in his belt and stiff rawhide rope/
Theme song: none
The Roman07
【Rome】 “Anybody up for Marco polo?”
【Rin】 “Hey, when in Rome...”
☞Full Name☜
Roman Petrovik/ Rin-aziel Ohmahazet
☞Aliases☜
"Roman" - Rome, The Russian, Host
"Rin-aziel"- Rin, Vampire
☞Occupation(s)☜
Once Roman made his way from Russia to America, he worked part time as a private investigator. Spying on cheating husbands or wives for cash, or catching people comitting insurance fraud. Then showing the video or audio proof just to make a living.
☞Birthday & Age☜
May, 4th, 1986. / Found April 1st 2010 (age unknown)
☞Gender☜
Male / unknown but prefers female figures
☞Sexual Orientation☜
Straight/ NA
☞Hometown☜
Siberia, Russia / Unknown
☞Goals/Faction☜
Roman had just recently linked up with SOLDIER after tracking him down through Siberia and cleaning up his mess in the old nuclear testing facility. Upon learning of his "Situation" with his symbiotic partner, they confronted him with a proposition in which Roman would be able to permenantly seperate himself from Rin without killing him or Rin. The only catch is that he lends their unique talents for their cause.
☞Race/Species☜
Human / Demon, Vampire, parasite, it has many names...
☞Physical Description☜
"Rome" - Standing at about 5' 11" 198lbs with dark brown hair and Blue eyes. Well built and lean thanks to his high metabolism featuring a tattoo of an "Anarchy" symbol on his left arm. If you look closely you can see what looks like steam constantly coming off his skin thanks to Rin-aziel. Youll often see him with a cigarette in his mouth to hide this trait. His natural bodyheat is also abnormally high (about 110°f) and you can start to see gray strands of hair on his head. Roman often sports his old leather coat with a built in shoulder holster for his sidearm in the lining. Calling it his "lucky coat"
"Rin-aziel" - She can pretty much take any form she wants. Her very essence resembles that of a plume of smoke. Her physical manifestation of a body is usually that of a female figure. Pulling whatever pictures of women Rome has in his head or on those magazines he reads occasionally. She has no physical surface tension and very cool to the touch. If you touch her, that part will swirl and fade away like pushing through a cloud of smoke.
☞Likes☜
Antiques/ Modern tech
Firearms/ Foggy days
American women/ Posession
Blueberries/ Cigarettes
Marco/ Polo
☞Dislikes☜
Arrogant people/ Arrogant people
Cigarettes/ strong winds
Cold weather/ Containment
Rin's bluntness/ Rome's sarcasm
Being apart from Rin/ Being apart from Roman
☞Personality☜
"Roman" - Stubborn, sarcastic, and an asshole would be some things a person would call him if they just met him, but if the stopped for a second and payed attention.... he's still a stubborn, sarcastic asshole. Often making jokes at the absolutely worst time and slacking off whenever he gets the chance, but deep down he is kind hearted and would quickly step in front of a bullet for someone he just met (and likes). He has a deep appreaciation for old things like cars, guns, art, music and traditions. He respects other peoples religions and points of views but will not let them convince him it is the "only" way. He always looks for the option everyone else looks over. Searching for that coinflip that lands on its rim.
"Rin-aziel" - Like many old people she is a very patient... umm thing. Being around has given her the patience of a saint, just don't call her one if you value your bodily functions. That being said, she also tends to let her emotions take over when she wishes. Calling it "theraputic" when she lashes out often resulting in something dead, tortured, or gone mentally insane. A vast fondness for all things modern. Ranging from the tech, to the foods (even though she cannot eat) and even the music. ESPECIALLY the music. One of the only things she is grateful for humans to have invented. Often open minded but when it comes to personal safety, survival is priority.
☞Position Within The Military☜
Roman was one of the few that could call themselves Spetsnaz after he joined the Soviet millitary at age 17 (forged papers) he was labeled one of the prestigious few to wear the black balaclava. That was until he met Rin. After the "Incident" he needed to leave the country.
☞Powers, Skills, & Talents☜
Powers-
Roman and Rin are symbiotically tethered to eachother. Whatever Rome feels, so does Rin and vice versa. They can suppress eachothers thoughts and emotions easily unless under stress. Then they often share a clusterfuck of mixed feelings and thoughts which usually combine into something... dangerous. Rome technically has no powers except for the sole ability to accept Rin-aziel in his body and not die from mental breakdown and prolonged exposure to Rin. Rin is technically a smoke based parasite (or demonic being) sharing Romans lifeforce (or soul) to survive. Rin can actively release herself from Roman whenever she feels like but prolonged seperation can cause Roman to feel side effects, almost like withdrawls that of a powerfully addictive drug. Making Roman's body feel as if on a permanent adrenaline rush. He can stay focused longer and even "forget" pain momentarily when they are together.
Rin on the other hand can freely move to another host but "normal" hosts tend to wither and die within a couple hours. The severe mental stress of her taking over the body results in madness or dementia in which Rin has no choice but to take full control of her hosts body and thus, killing them. Roman on the other hand has been with her for over 6 years. During their inital meeting, Rin had tried a full takeover of Roman numerous times, but his mental stability and will is just too strong.
Skills-
Roman is an ex-Spetsnaz soldier born to fight and kill. He has extensive weapons training and superior CQC training. Thanks to Rin he also has a strong mental focus that of which one would feel under extreme duress and filled with adrenaline. Often seeing things as if slower than normal. Ten seconds seem to last a minute and combat is instinctual, like breathing or blinking.
Rin-aziel is old and knowledgeable of many things unknown to the current world. Speaking in many tongues as if they were all fluent to her. (Exe tongues of fire that Jesus' disciples were given) physically pulling the fresh memories of her other "hosts" left her very knowledgeable of mundane things. Remembering passcodes or specific numerical algorythms or manipulation and torture of her victims until she gets what she wants.
Talents-
Roman has an affinity for older things and often fills his head with knowledge of older cars, guns, etc. He can tell you the year it was probabbly from and how to use it, just don't ask him to take it apart and put it back together. The only thing he could do that with is his trusty Ak74 and pistol.
Rin-aziel has an uncanny ability with numbers and can remember anything you tell her. A photographic memory of sorts.
☞Flaws, Weaknesses, & Disabilities☜
Both Rin and Romans biggest weakness is eachother. If they choose to seperate or forcibly seperate through unorthodox means (exe physical severing of the tether or some forms of exorcism) and are unable to return back to each other, Roman can suffer from massive withdrawl effects like severe headaches, physical and mental weakness, dementia, mania, and possibly death within several hours. If Rin-aziel is left without a host for only a few hours she can die. Slowly evaporating into the air until no more.
Romans secondary weakness is the occasional mental merging of two entities. Temporary loss of memory or rememberance of memories that aren't his own. Loss of identity or excruciantingly detailed nightmares. A good nights rest is rare and almost unheard of. This can be proven from the dark bags around his eyes.
Rinn has an alternative drawback. To consume a host, to absorb their memories, their feelings, their very soul is extremely addictive, almost euphoric in nature. To reside in a body she cannot assimilate and control is almost like a c*ck tease. Driving her insane until she gives into her insatiable pleasure and leaves Roman to find another temporary host. The only way to sedate these addictions is for Roman to let her loose in a controlled area. Everything that Rin posesses MUST be alive and MUST die either during or afterwards in some way. Rin can momentarily control a dead body if she was previously posessing the body while alive.
Rin cannot physically move anything bigger than a quarter(that in itself requires extensive concentration and a tether to Roman. She can pretty much push a button and that's it. She has no sense of touch and cannot feel anything that touches her. She despises this and would give anything to feel this sensation just once.
Even though Roman and Rin share mind and body, they do not share everything. Roman cannot feel if there is a demonic presence or something otherworldly in the room even if it smacked him in the face without Rin telling him. Most likely she won't since if the demon does not choose to reveal themselves, they likely do not want others to know. Roman has control of his body no matter how hard Rin tries and this in itself can cause problems if she does not agree with something he chooses or vice versa. On the contrary, two heads are sometimes NOT better than one.
☞Equipment☜
-Top loading reverse pump action 12gauge shotgun *made in russia
Romans prized posession given to him by his father. It was one of the first centerfire pistols given to Russian generals in the old days. This revolver chambered in .44r was revolutionary in design with its top break ejection and ability to quickly reload another 6 rounds in less than a second with the help of speedloaders. Its considered archaic nowadays but Roman is fond of older things.
If the mission calls for a more casual look, Roman will usually turn to his lucky jacket. It holsters his revolver neatly under his right shoulder as well as a couple speedloaders. (left handed)
☞History☜
【Rin】 “Hey, when in Rome...”
☞Full Name☜
Roman Petrovik/ Rin-aziel Ohmahazet
☞Aliases☜
"Roman" - Rome, The Russian, Host
"Rin-aziel"- Rin, Vampire
☞Occupation(s)☜
Once Roman made his way from Russia to America, he worked part time as a private investigator. Spying on cheating husbands or wives for cash, or catching people comitting insurance fraud. Then showing the video or audio proof just to make a living.
☞Birthday & Age☜
May, 4th, 1986. / Found April 1st 2010 (age unknown)
☞Gender☜
Male / unknown but prefers female figures
☞Sexual Orientation☜
Straight/ NA
☞Hometown☜
Siberia, Russia / Unknown
☞Goals/Faction☜
Roman had just recently linked up with SOLDIER after tracking him down through Siberia and cleaning up his mess in the old nuclear testing facility. Upon learning of his "Situation" with his symbiotic partner, they confronted him with a proposition in which Roman would be able to permenantly seperate himself from Rin without killing him or Rin. The only catch is that he lends their unique talents for their cause.
☞Race/Species☜
Human / Demon, Vampire, parasite, it has many names...
☞Physical Description☜
"Rome" - Standing at about 5' 11" 198lbs with dark brown hair and Blue eyes. Well built and lean thanks to his high metabolism featuring a tattoo of an "Anarchy" symbol on his left arm. If you look closely you can see what looks like steam constantly coming off his skin thanks to Rin-aziel. Youll often see him with a cigarette in his mouth to hide this trait. His natural bodyheat is also abnormally high (about 110°f) and you can start to see gray strands of hair on his head. Roman often sports his old leather coat with a built in shoulder holster for his sidearm in the lining. Calling it his "lucky coat"
"Rin-aziel" - She can pretty much take any form she wants. Her very essence resembles that of a plume of smoke. Her physical manifestation of a body is usually that of a female figure. Pulling whatever pictures of women Rome has in his head or on those magazines he reads occasionally. She has no physical surface tension and very cool to the touch. If you touch her, that part will swirl and fade away like pushing through a cloud of smoke.
☞Likes☜
Antiques/ Modern tech
Firearms/ Foggy days
American women/ Posession
Blueberries/ Cigarettes
Marco/ Polo
☞Dislikes☜
Arrogant people/ Arrogant people
Cigarettes/ strong winds
Cold weather/ Containment
Rin's bluntness/ Rome's sarcasm
Being apart from Rin/ Being apart from Roman
☞Personality☜
"Roman" - Stubborn, sarcastic, and an asshole would be some things a person would call him if they just met him, but if the stopped for a second and payed attention.... he's still a stubborn, sarcastic asshole. Often making jokes at the absolutely worst time and slacking off whenever he gets the chance, but deep down he is kind hearted and would quickly step in front of a bullet for someone he just met (and likes). He has a deep appreaciation for old things like cars, guns, art, music and traditions. He respects other peoples religions and points of views but will not let them convince him it is the "only" way. He always looks for the option everyone else looks over. Searching for that coinflip that lands on its rim.
"Rin-aziel" - Like many old people she is a very patient... umm thing. Being around has given her the patience of a saint, just don't call her one if you value your bodily functions. That being said, she also tends to let her emotions take over when she wishes. Calling it "theraputic" when she lashes out often resulting in something dead, tortured, or gone mentally insane. A vast fondness for all things modern. Ranging from the tech, to the foods (even though she cannot eat) and even the music. ESPECIALLY the music. One of the only things she is grateful for humans to have invented. Often open minded but when it comes to personal safety, survival is priority.
☞Position Within The Military☜
Roman was one of the few that could call themselves Spetsnaz after he joined the Soviet millitary at age 17 (forged papers) he was labeled one of the prestigious few to wear the black balaclava. That was until he met Rin. After the "Incident" he needed to leave the country.
☞Powers, Skills, & Talents☜
Powers-
Roman and Rin are symbiotically tethered to eachother. Whatever Rome feels, so does Rin and vice versa. They can suppress eachothers thoughts and emotions easily unless under stress. Then they often share a clusterfuck of mixed feelings and thoughts which usually combine into something... dangerous. Rome technically has no powers except for the sole ability to accept Rin-aziel in his body and not die from mental breakdown and prolonged exposure to Rin. Rin is technically a smoke based parasite (or demonic being) sharing Romans lifeforce (or soul) to survive. Rin can actively release herself from Roman whenever she feels like but prolonged seperation can cause Roman to feel side effects, almost like withdrawls that of a powerfully addictive drug. Making Roman's body feel as if on a permanent adrenaline rush. He can stay focused longer and even "forget" pain momentarily when they are together.
Rin on the other hand can freely move to another host but "normal" hosts tend to wither and die within a couple hours. The severe mental stress of her taking over the body results in madness or dementia in which Rin has no choice but to take full control of her hosts body and thus, killing them. Roman on the other hand has been with her for over 6 years. During their inital meeting, Rin had tried a full takeover of Roman numerous times, but his mental stability and will is just too strong.
Skills-
Roman is an ex-Spetsnaz soldier born to fight and kill. He has extensive weapons training and superior CQC training. Thanks to Rin he also has a strong mental focus that of which one would feel under extreme duress and filled with adrenaline. Often seeing things as if slower than normal. Ten seconds seem to last a minute and combat is instinctual, like breathing or blinking.
Rin-aziel is old and knowledgeable of many things unknown to the current world. Speaking in many tongues as if they were all fluent to her. (Exe tongues of fire that Jesus' disciples were given) physically pulling the fresh memories of her other "hosts" left her very knowledgeable of mundane things. Remembering passcodes or specific numerical algorythms or manipulation and torture of her victims until she gets what she wants.
Talents-
Roman has an affinity for older things and often fills his head with knowledge of older cars, guns, etc. He can tell you the year it was probabbly from and how to use it, just don't ask him to take it apart and put it back together. The only thing he could do that with is his trusty Ak74 and pistol.
Rin-aziel has an uncanny ability with numbers and can remember anything you tell her. A photographic memory of sorts.
☞Flaws, Weaknesses, & Disabilities☜
Both Rin and Romans biggest weakness is eachother. If they choose to seperate or forcibly seperate through unorthodox means (exe physical severing of the tether or some forms of exorcism) and are unable to return back to each other, Roman can suffer from massive withdrawl effects like severe headaches, physical and mental weakness, dementia, mania, and possibly death within several hours. If Rin-aziel is left without a host for only a few hours she can die. Slowly evaporating into the air until no more.
Romans secondary weakness is the occasional mental merging of two entities. Temporary loss of memory or rememberance of memories that aren't his own. Loss of identity or excruciantingly detailed nightmares. A good nights rest is rare and almost unheard of. This can be proven from the dark bags around his eyes.
Rinn has an alternative drawback. To consume a host, to absorb their memories, their feelings, their very soul is extremely addictive, almost euphoric in nature. To reside in a body she cannot assimilate and control is almost like a c*ck tease. Driving her insane until she gives into her insatiable pleasure and leaves Roman to find another temporary host. The only way to sedate these addictions is for Roman to let her loose in a controlled area. Everything that Rin posesses MUST be alive and MUST die either during or afterwards in some way. Rin can momentarily control a dead body if she was previously posessing the body while alive.
Rin cannot physically move anything bigger than a quarter(that in itself requires extensive concentration and a tether to Roman. She can pretty much push a button and that's it. She has no sense of touch and cannot feel anything that touches her. She despises this and would give anything to feel this sensation just once.
Even though Roman and Rin share mind and body, they do not share everything. Roman cannot feel if there is a demonic presence or something otherworldly in the room even if it smacked him in the face without Rin telling him. Most likely she won't since if the demon does not choose to reveal themselves, they likely do not want others to know. Roman has control of his body no matter how hard Rin tries and this in itself can cause problems if she does not agree with something he chooses or vice versa. On the contrary, two heads are sometimes NOT better than one.
☞Equipment☜
-Top loading reverse pump action 12gauge shotgun *made in russia
Romans prized posession given to him by his father. It was one of the first centerfire pistols given to Russian generals in the old days. This revolver chambered in .44r was revolutionary in design with its top break ejection and ability to quickly reload another 6 rounds in less than a second with the help of speedloaders. Its considered archaic nowadays but Roman is fond of older things.
If the mission calls for a more casual look, Roman will usually turn to his lucky jacket. It holsters his revolver neatly under his right shoulder as well as a couple speedloaders. (left handed)
☞History☜
It was quite obvious Roman was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, in fact he was lucky to have a spoon at all at times. Living in Siberia, Russia was tough but thankfully he had a loving mother and a strict father to keep him going. Spending his younger years playing with the local kids his age was all he could really do aside from his daily chores around the house. The large apartment complex was filled with many others just as poverty stricken as his family, and it probabbly wasn't the best atmosphere to raise a family given the gangs, drug deals, and extortioning going on right outside his door. Roman made the best of it though, he had no other choice. His mother stayed home, cooked, and cleaned while his father worked triple shifts just to put food on the table workin at a metal fabrication company. Roman considering his situation he was doing rather well.
All was good until Romans mother had someone knock on her door with some bad news. Unfortunately Dimitri Petrovik, Romans father had an incident at work. One of the stamping machines took hold of Dimitris arm and crushed it into many different pieces. Lana, his mother was devistated. Thankfully Dimitri survived but at great cost. He was constantly in pain and the medical bills were piling up. Rome had no choice but to start working at age 10. Doing chores around the complex and delivering groceries to elders who cannot leave the house. No matter how much Roman earned, his father pissed away on vodka and painkillers. Roman had no choice but to start working with the local gangs to make enough money to survive. Bringing packages to undisclosed locations and stealing from peoples houses at age 15. This was the life he had no choice but to live. This is also when he found out that he was pretty damn good at it. Soon resorting to a life as a thug as a main means for income, he used whatever he could to his advantage in paying off his families debts.
When Roman turned 17, he got fed up with dealing with his deadbeat father. Always blaming the pain of his accident to bolster his need for alcahol or drugs. Never bothering to even acknowledge his wife or Roman and only saw them as a means of paying for his booze. Roman fell into a hatred filled rage and beat the ever loving shit out of his father kicking him out. Threatening that if he ever came back he would put a bullet into his head with the very same gun his father gave him to "protect the family". Roman was originally going to sell the revolver but figured it would prove useful in case something got too out of hand. A couple days later Dimitri came back during the night in a drunken rage and accidently killed his wife who had pulled a gun on him out of fear. Dimitri saw red and smashed Lana with a wine bottle to the head. Dimitri cried for hours over what he had done while Roman slept and decided to end his own life with the very gun he gave Roman to protect his family with.
When Roman awoke from the sound of the gunshot, he feared the worst. Running outside to where his dead parents lie, he watched the gruesome sight while a couple concerned neighbors also managed to look out their doorways. Roman saw black, the only thing he could think was why... why did this happen? Why did they deserve this? Why did he keep the gun? Roman yanked the gun out of his dead fathers fingers and placed the barrel between his teeth. *click.... nothing....*click click click. Still nothing. Roman cried for days, unable to join his family.... Alone.
All was good until Romans mother had someone knock on her door with some bad news. Unfortunately Dimitri Petrovik, Romans father had an incident at work. One of the stamping machines took hold of Dimitris arm and crushed it into many different pieces. Lana, his mother was devistated. Thankfully Dimitri survived but at great cost. He was constantly in pain and the medical bills were piling up. Rome had no choice but to start working at age 10. Doing chores around the complex and delivering groceries to elders who cannot leave the house. No matter how much Roman earned, his father pissed away on vodka and painkillers. Roman had no choice but to start working with the local gangs to make enough money to survive. Bringing packages to undisclosed locations and stealing from peoples houses at age 15. This was the life he had no choice but to live. This is also when he found out that he was pretty damn good at it. Soon resorting to a life as a thug as a main means for income, he used whatever he could to his advantage in paying off his families debts.
When Roman turned 17, he got fed up with dealing with his deadbeat father. Always blaming the pain of his accident to bolster his need for alcahol or drugs. Never bothering to even acknowledge his wife or Roman and only saw them as a means of paying for his booze. Roman fell into a hatred filled rage and beat the ever loving shit out of his father kicking him out. Threatening that if he ever came back he would put a bullet into his head with the very same gun his father gave him to "protect the family". Roman was originally going to sell the revolver but figured it would prove useful in case something got too out of hand. A couple days later Dimitri came back during the night in a drunken rage and accidently killed his wife who had pulled a gun on him out of fear. Dimitri saw red and smashed Lana with a wine bottle to the head. Dimitri cried for hours over what he had done while Roman slept and decided to end his own life with the very gun he gave Roman to protect his family with.
When Roman awoke from the sound of the gunshot, he feared the worst. Running outside to where his dead parents lie, he watched the gruesome sight while a couple concerned neighbors also managed to look out their doorways. Roman saw black, the only thing he could think was why... why did this happen? Why did they deserve this? Why did he keep the gun? Roman yanked the gun out of his dead fathers fingers and placed the barrel between his teeth. *click.... nothing....*click click click. Still nothing. Roman cried for days, unable to join his family.... Alone.
At age 17 Roman joined the Russian military under false papers. He didn't want to be stuck in that house anymore in fear of what he may do either to himself or others so he stashed away his fathers revolver then shipped himself away to be a dog for the military. Suicide was all he could think of at the time and what better way to die than in an unmarked grave in six feet of snow? That was his initial thoughts but once he started training and discipline and the teachings they gave him, he was actually starting to like the whole idea. He was a born natural at shooting, fighting and quick thinking. He also seemed to have an innate talent for staying calm under pressure. These natural talents gave him much respect among his higher ups and envy from his teammates but he didn't care either way. He was enjoying himself, something that was hard for him to do recently considering the last time he did was at age 10.
After almost 8 years in the force and quite the impressive track record under his belt, he was invited by his captain to apply for testing in the Spetsnaz special operations force. Roman agreed with his captain and decided to go for it. Roman passed the inital exam, but just barely. He was comissioned to a team and sent out to his new outpost up in the siberian mountains to train and use as a home base of operations. His low test score only ment that his natural ability was not enough and he needed to work harder. Growing ambitious and anxious to prove himself he volunteered to be a part of a recon group sent to an old biological weapons facility that was shut down in the late 70's. The facility recently sent out an automated alarm to all old soviet channels stating that some kind of hazardous material has breached its safety container and may prove harmful if left alone.
Spetsnaz was in charge of guarding a biohazard research team to survey the leak and possibly clean it up before it becomes something more dangerous. Roman and the rest of their team were there in case it is a trap designed by some terrorist orginization which wouldnt be unheard of. It was only a matter of opening the doors and finding out what suprises lay inside.
After almost 8 years in the force and quite the impressive track record under his belt, he was invited by his captain to apply for testing in the Spetsnaz special operations force. Roman agreed with his captain and decided to go for it. Roman passed the inital exam, but just barely. He was comissioned to a team and sent out to his new outpost up in the siberian mountains to train and use as a home base of operations. His low test score only ment that his natural ability was not enough and he needed to work harder. Growing ambitious and anxious to prove himself he volunteered to be a part of a recon group sent to an old biological weapons facility that was shut down in the late 70's. The facility recently sent out an automated alarm to all old soviet channels stating that some kind of hazardous material has breached its safety container and may prove harmful if left alone.
Spetsnaz was in charge of guarding a biohazard research team to survey the leak and possibly clean it up before it becomes something more dangerous. Roman and the rest of their team were there in case it is a trap designed by some terrorist orginization which wouldnt be unheard of. It was only a matter of opening the doors and finding out what suprises lay inside.
It was dark... pitch black to be exact. Rin-aziel could not see anything for quite some time now. It didn't matter anyway since the room she was locked in was empty. Empty except for that stupid contraption. It kept her alive... shomehow, but just barely. It kept her drowsy as well. She hated it, it was torture. A long cylinder filled with thick red liquid. Rin had no idea what it was, but it tethered to her like it was alive. The only thing keeping her from wasting away. The echo of a light dripping filled the silent space. Rin counted the drops and wondered what that was. Maybe it was the machine? Maybe it was leaking? That would explain why her tether felt weaker, she felt weaker. This was not good....
Voices echoed through the thin metal walls. A foreign language to her, but it was clearly conversation and not some rats crawling through the debris outside the container. The dripping sound stopped and the tether was broken. Whatever that contraption was is no longer keeping her alive. She had no choice but to somehow get the outside voices close enough to open the container. "H-help me!" Rin's voice echoed inside the container. "P-please h-help!" She tried once more. That was all she could muster with her degrading strength, she needed a host asap.
The Hazmat team heard her but was very wary. There's no way a woman could be trapped down here for so long, it may of been a trap. Hazmat called for Spetsnaz assistance as quickly as possible while they made preperations and took readings with geiger counters and various devices. "All clean, no radiation sir." One of the hazmat spooke to their commanding officer. Roman got into ready position with his seven other teammates weapons drawn. "Open it!" Team leader yelled, and hazmat obeyed. The large 15'x20' door unlatched with a pressurized hiss, swapping cold air and letting the many cones of light from the attachments on the soldiers AK's and the hazmat teams handheld flashlights. "Its empty!" One of the soldiers said taking a step inside. The room was filled with fog and only a tiny metal contraption that seemed to be leaking what looked like coagulated blood on the floor. "I want samples of what's coming out of there. Let me know if it could be dang-errragggghhh!" The surrounding fog condensed and surrounded the Hazmat officer. Blood curdling screams filled the container as Rin pushed her smoke right through the mans gas mask, Filling his lungs and soon posessing his body.
Rin felt euphoric, the rush of taking ones body and destroying ones mind. His memories were hers now, and she wasn't finished yet. The posessed officer pulled out his sidearm and shot himself in the head. Blood sprayed everwhere as the dead man still stood there gun drawn. Firing randomly at the others. Roman fired back, as did his team. Watching the man get pumped full of lead as he ran and grabbed hold of another. Rin ripped off the soldiers mask and escaped the dead body and retreated into a nice "fresh" one. Soon repeating the process as the soldier screamed in pain. Aiming his AK at his fellow comrades in arms. Killing two on the spot. Roman took cover as the others panicked. Keeping a bead on the smoke trail and making sure to keep as far away as possible from it. Rin repeated her process, jumping from a soldier to another hazmat. Ripping off their mask and posessing them. Then taking his flashlight and smashing his own face in until it was unrecognizable.
After only a few seconds of chaos, all that was left of the eight Spetsnaz soldiers and four hazmat officers was Rin and Roman. Unlike all the others, Roman managed to destroy the temporary host enough that she had no choice but to leave the vessel. Taking form of a human woman and slowly walking towards the terrified soldier. "I hope you don't think to harshly of me Lieutenant Petrovik." Rin read off of Romans nametag, recalling the temporary memories of his now deceased superiors. "I only took there lives to survive, I've been stuck in that box for a very long time." Roman raised his AK and fired his entire magazine into her chest.... nothing. The smoke blew away but came back shortly after. "All I need is one more to escape this place, just please help me?" Rin-aziel cried. She wanted to leave so badly. The people who kept her here did horrible experiments to her, unable to remember what she originally was before all this. She just needed a vessel to get her out. "Take my hand and you will understand." She said stretching out her arm. Roman was hesitant, his entire team just died from this thing, could she really be trusted? "Absolutely not!" Roman shouted. Rin's face grew upset as she put her hand down. "You damn humans are so stubborn!" She said before lunging right at him. Turning to smoke and surrounding Roman. There was no hope, he couldn't do anything. Roman screamed in fear as everything went black. Rin's memories flooded his own. Showing the tortures she endured and the madness she created. These images would turn others insane... manic and brain damaged but Roman grew calm, He seemed to process these images and understand them. He felt sympathy for Rin and felt nothing but remorse for the smoke filled images. After the images faded, everything went black.
Voices echoed through the thin metal walls. A foreign language to her, but it was clearly conversation and not some rats crawling through the debris outside the container. The dripping sound stopped and the tether was broken. Whatever that contraption was is no longer keeping her alive. She had no choice but to somehow get the outside voices close enough to open the container. "H-help me!" Rin's voice echoed inside the container. "P-please h-help!" She tried once more. That was all she could muster with her degrading strength, she needed a host asap.
The Hazmat team heard her but was very wary. There's no way a woman could be trapped down here for so long, it may of been a trap. Hazmat called for Spetsnaz assistance as quickly as possible while they made preperations and took readings with geiger counters and various devices. "All clean, no radiation sir." One of the hazmat spooke to their commanding officer. Roman got into ready position with his seven other teammates weapons drawn. "Open it!" Team leader yelled, and hazmat obeyed. The large 15'x20' door unlatched with a pressurized hiss, swapping cold air and letting the many cones of light from the attachments on the soldiers AK's and the hazmat teams handheld flashlights. "Its empty!" One of the soldiers said taking a step inside. The room was filled with fog and only a tiny metal contraption that seemed to be leaking what looked like coagulated blood on the floor. "I want samples of what's coming out of there. Let me know if it could be dang-errragggghhh!" The surrounding fog condensed and surrounded the Hazmat officer. Blood curdling screams filled the container as Rin pushed her smoke right through the mans gas mask, Filling his lungs and soon posessing his body.
Rin felt euphoric, the rush of taking ones body and destroying ones mind. His memories were hers now, and she wasn't finished yet. The posessed officer pulled out his sidearm and shot himself in the head. Blood sprayed everwhere as the dead man still stood there gun drawn. Firing randomly at the others. Roman fired back, as did his team. Watching the man get pumped full of lead as he ran and grabbed hold of another. Rin ripped off the soldiers mask and escaped the dead body and retreated into a nice "fresh" one. Soon repeating the process as the soldier screamed in pain. Aiming his AK at his fellow comrades in arms. Killing two on the spot. Roman took cover as the others panicked. Keeping a bead on the smoke trail and making sure to keep as far away as possible from it. Rin repeated her process, jumping from a soldier to another hazmat. Ripping off their mask and posessing them. Then taking his flashlight and smashing his own face in until it was unrecognizable.
After only a few seconds of chaos, all that was left of the eight Spetsnaz soldiers and four hazmat officers was Rin and Roman. Unlike all the others, Roman managed to destroy the temporary host enough that she had no choice but to leave the vessel. Taking form of a human woman and slowly walking towards the terrified soldier. "I hope you don't think to harshly of me Lieutenant Petrovik." Rin read off of Romans nametag, recalling the temporary memories of his now deceased superiors. "I only took there lives to survive, I've been stuck in that box for a very long time." Roman raised his AK and fired his entire magazine into her chest.... nothing. The smoke blew away but came back shortly after. "All I need is one more to escape this place, just please help me?" Rin-aziel cried. She wanted to leave so badly. The people who kept her here did horrible experiments to her, unable to remember what she originally was before all this. She just needed a vessel to get her out. "Take my hand and you will understand." She said stretching out her arm. Roman was hesitant, his entire team just died from this thing, could she really be trusted? "Absolutely not!" Roman shouted. Rin's face grew upset as she put her hand down. "You damn humans are so stubborn!" She said before lunging right at him. Turning to smoke and surrounding Roman. There was no hope, he couldn't do anything. Roman screamed in fear as everything went black. Rin's memories flooded his own. Showing the tortures she endured and the madness she created. These images would turn others insane... manic and brain damaged but Roman grew calm, He seemed to process these images and understand them. He felt sympathy for Rin and felt nothing but remorse for the smoke filled images. After the images faded, everything went black.
AtomicNut
Name: Lupa Regina (AKA Queen of Wolves, or Queen of Whores), Gina
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Age: 2770
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: Extermination of the modern civilization and its polluting ways.
Backstory: Lupa Regina was once upon a time an etruscan prostitute who happened to have contracted lycantropy in her youth. Even though it caused her no small amount of grief, she adapted quickly to her new life as half beast, half woman. She took a pack, and become one with nature. Back then, humans were scarce, and prey was abundant, so she lived a fairly pleasurable life.
One day, though, she stumbled a couple of orphans while she was tending her firstborn aswell. Feeling still some kinship for humans, she decided to take them under her wing.
The time was 753 BC.
Those two orphans were Romulus and Remus. And Lupa's name was written in the ancient annals of History as a she-wolf who nursed the twins, unwittingly setting the cornerstone of Rome, and modern civilization. Lupa at first, was overjoyed by this, and she, in one guise or another, skirted in the edge of civilization, acting as a guardian and counselor of the budding modern, civilized humans. She took many names, and whispered many words in ears of kings and Emperors, on Senators and Generals, on Merchants, priests and ministers. From her evergrowing importance in the wilds, she nudged Rome and its sons like the most beatiful flower of the forest.
But soon, the rotten nature of humans reared its ugly head. The empire collapsed. Roving tribes of barbarians scattered throughout the corners of the Empire she had helped in its foundations. She cried. But she assumed it was part of the cycle. And returned to her life upon her wild pack members. Her importance grew, and so did her enemies. By now, Regina was accused of being a human lover, and perpetually challenged for supremacy among packs. Some times she lost, and she had to cater every desire of the winners, but over time, challengers found increasingly difficult to match her prowess. She had a cunning most others had, and knew how to bid her time and survive.
The middle ages were a busy, bloody epoch for Gina. Between the back-and-forth leadership, and the emergence of some worrisome night creatures, the vampires, there simply wasn't any respite nor time to care for anything other than fellow pack members. The renaissance came and went, without the she-wolf noticing much of the changes that happened. The war with the bloodsuckers for territories raged. She only noticed all but too late, that the human pace was becoming overwhelming.
Firearms, deforestation. Massive slaughter. Industrial Age. Pollution. The men boomed and grew, and so did their appetites. Gina was torn. She was fascinated by how the humans, by taking her beloved Roman Empire as cornerstone for their teachings, soared high than anyone, but at the same time saddened by how the world was being devoured as if it was a massive swarm of locusts. She sank into depression and reclusion, as both vampires and werewolves were driven back by the relentless advanced of modern civilization.
Until Magnus came in. Gina was sought by the megalomaniac vampire in person, and he asked her for her help in the war he desired to wage against mankind. Lupa Regina thought that maybe, a vampiric overlord would cull humans enough for nature to recover, and she lent her expertise and influence to wage war on humanity. The sole notice of her being at Magnus side made many young werewolves join the fray.
But they lost. Many lives were cut. And the humans were still ruling. Regina gritted her teeth, and decided to lick her wounds, and do the job Magnus could not.
Powers/Skills: Lupa is an elder werewolf, and as such she has all the enhaced traits a werewolf has, like strenght, regeneration, speed, nightvision and enhanced senses, but due to her age, those traits are much more developed than the young and tender werewolves. She can scrap tanks with her bare hands if she felt like it. Fittingly, Lupa makes use of melee attacks predominatedly, favoring her claws and fangs above anything else, although the martial arts of the east also caught her fancy and incorporated it into her routine. Lupa is also a cunning, charismatic leader and a great tactician, honed by centuries of counselling and being counselled. Due to her age and power, she can project an aura of dread and presence which make wild beasts, and young werewolves and vampires reluctant and hesitant in her presence. She can even "talk" to beasts by paying attention to their body language.
Equipment/Weapons: Her dress, purse and cellphone. Doesn't need much more.
Themesong:
Image:
Age: 2770
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: Extermination of the modern civilization and its polluting ways.
Backstory: Lupa Regina was once upon a time an etruscan prostitute who happened to have contracted lycantropy in her youth. Even though it caused her no small amount of grief, she adapted quickly to her new life as half beast, half woman. She took a pack, and become one with nature. Back then, humans were scarce, and prey was abundant, so she lived a fairly pleasurable life.
One day, though, she stumbled a couple of orphans while she was tending her firstborn aswell. Feeling still some kinship for humans, she decided to take them under her wing.
The time was 753 BC.
Those two orphans were Romulus and Remus. And Lupa's name was written in the ancient annals of History as a she-wolf who nursed the twins, unwittingly setting the cornerstone of Rome, and modern civilization. Lupa at first, was overjoyed by this, and she, in one guise or another, skirted in the edge of civilization, acting as a guardian and counselor of the budding modern, civilized humans. She took many names, and whispered many words in ears of kings and Emperors, on Senators and Generals, on Merchants, priests and ministers. From her evergrowing importance in the wilds, she nudged Rome and its sons like the most beatiful flower of the forest.
But soon, the rotten nature of humans reared its ugly head. The empire collapsed. Roving tribes of barbarians scattered throughout the corners of the Empire she had helped in its foundations. She cried. But she assumed it was part of the cycle. And returned to her life upon her wild pack members. Her importance grew, and so did her enemies. By now, Regina was accused of being a human lover, and perpetually challenged for supremacy among packs. Some times she lost, and she had to cater every desire of the winners, but over time, challengers found increasingly difficult to match her prowess. She had a cunning most others had, and knew how to bid her time and survive.
The middle ages were a busy, bloody epoch for Gina. Between the back-and-forth leadership, and the emergence of some worrisome night creatures, the vampires, there simply wasn't any respite nor time to care for anything other than fellow pack members. The renaissance came and went, without the she-wolf noticing much of the changes that happened. The war with the bloodsuckers for territories raged. She only noticed all but too late, that the human pace was becoming overwhelming.
Firearms, deforestation. Massive slaughter. Industrial Age. Pollution. The men boomed and grew, and so did their appetites. Gina was torn. She was fascinated by how the humans, by taking her beloved Roman Empire as cornerstone for their teachings, soared high than anyone, but at the same time saddened by how the world was being devoured as if it was a massive swarm of locusts. She sank into depression and reclusion, as both vampires and werewolves were driven back by the relentless advanced of modern civilization.
Until Magnus came in. Gina was sought by the megalomaniac vampire in person, and he asked her for her help in the war he desired to wage against mankind. Lupa Regina thought that maybe, a vampiric overlord would cull humans enough for nature to recover, and she lent her expertise and influence to wage war on humanity. The sole notice of her being at Magnus side made many young werewolves join the fray.
But they lost. Many lives were cut. And the humans were still ruling. Regina gritted her teeth, and decided to lick her wounds, and do the job Magnus could not.
Powers/Skills: Lupa is an elder werewolf, and as such she has all the enhaced traits a werewolf has, like strenght, regeneration, speed, nightvision and enhanced senses, but due to her age, those traits are much more developed than the young and tender werewolves. She can scrap tanks with her bare hands if she felt like it. Fittingly, Lupa makes use of melee attacks predominatedly, favoring her claws and fangs above anything else, although the martial arts of the east also caught her fancy and incorporated it into her routine. Lupa is also a cunning, charismatic leader and a great tactician, honed by centuries of counselling and being counselled. Due to her age and power, she can project an aura of dread and presence which make wild beasts, and young werewolves and vampires reluctant and hesitant in her presence. She can even "talk" to beasts by paying attention to their body language.
Equipment/Weapons: Her dress, purse and cellphone. Doesn't need much more.
Themesong:
Kaylan The Lioness
Name: Reva Khattab
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Age: 29
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: The Brothers and Sisters of Loup Garou, or BSLG.
The BSLG is a united series of werewolf tribes, and clans who have banded together to set a governing body over certain aspects of werewolf life. These aspects include a ban on hunting humans, restricting any violence against SOLDIER unless attacked first, nonconsensual turning etc. They operate through a semi annual moot where each of the leaders from different tribes, clans, and packs come together to decide on issues that come up or reform decisions they had made in the past. This is to ensure that nothing ever happens again like it did during the vampire war where Werewolves partook on the side of the vampires to conquer the world. That being said the BSLG is looking to set up a treaty with SOLDIER to ensure that they will not try to force themselves upon werewolves of the BSLG and allow them to govern themselves.
Backstory: Reva was born to a rather conservative Pack, that prided themselves on keeping traditional values, and still observed even primitive events including annually hunting a human. Reva hated the entire idea of it and knew that they needed to change with the civilized and advanced worlds the human had made, as the more they continued such traditions. She began to speak out among local Werewolf packs, and tribes at a young age.
It wasn’t long before her speaking picked up momentum amongst the younger of the werewolves, and thus influencing the older through them. It wasn’t long before she had the entire region meeting and discussing cultural acts that needed to be reformed and changed. Word spread among werewolves about Reva as she continued to gather more and more packs into the fold, and she was eventually approached by several pack leaders who had been implementing new guidelines among their own already. They asked her to lead a new alliance of Werewolves that was looking to spread across the world and connect Werwolves everywhere, but for now they were only located in Africa as she was.
Since then she has worked hard going through Europe with several other of the Pack leaders to spread the word of the BSLG. Much of European Packs have taken to the idea joining the BSLG Council and committing to the ideals of the that it held. Reva turns her sights to the US knowing that having a Packs in a super power such as that would make a major difference in the BSLG.
Powers/Skills: Reva is a young werewolf though her strength and speed are magnificent for her age they are far from that elders generations before her. She spends much time in meditation creating an iron will for herself as to not be swayed by mental powers or prowess of those more powerful than she is. She has developed herself into a leader giving a ability that allows her to release a beautiful loud roar capable of triggering a detransformation in weaker werewolves. Being in the position she is in where she has gained many allies but almost as any enemies she has developed a sixth sense for danger and has been known to react even before violence was going to be brought on her.
Equipment/Weapons: she carries a small walther ppk pistol for self defense as to keep from having to use any lycan based abilities to hide her true nature. She also carries a ancient warklaive a sword of power capable of great damage against whoever it touches any wounds created by the blade healing very slowly. The klaive is not without its downsides though as it require great energy from the user causing Reva to pass out around six minutes into using it. Other than these items she carries everyday things, phone clothes etc
Themesong:
Image:
Age: 29
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: The Brothers and Sisters of Loup Garou, or BSLG.
The BSLG is a united series of werewolf tribes, and clans who have banded together to set a governing body over certain aspects of werewolf life. These aspects include a ban on hunting humans, restricting any violence against SOLDIER unless attacked first, nonconsensual turning etc. They operate through a semi annual moot where each of the leaders from different tribes, clans, and packs come together to decide on issues that come up or reform decisions they had made in the past. This is to ensure that nothing ever happens again like it did during the vampire war where Werewolves partook on the side of the vampires to conquer the world. That being said the BSLG is looking to set up a treaty with SOLDIER to ensure that they will not try to force themselves upon werewolves of the BSLG and allow them to govern themselves.
Backstory: Reva was born to a rather conservative Pack, that prided themselves on keeping traditional values, and still observed even primitive events including annually hunting a human. Reva hated the entire idea of it and knew that they needed to change with the civilized and advanced worlds the human had made, as the more they continued such traditions. She began to speak out among local Werewolf packs, and tribes at a young age.
It wasn’t long before her speaking picked up momentum amongst the younger of the werewolves, and thus influencing the older through them. It wasn’t long before she had the entire region meeting and discussing cultural acts that needed to be reformed and changed. Word spread among werewolves about Reva as she continued to gather more and more packs into the fold, and she was eventually approached by several pack leaders who had been implementing new guidelines among their own already. They asked her to lead a new alliance of Werewolves that was looking to spread across the world and connect Werwolves everywhere, but for now they were only located in Africa as she was.
Since then she has worked hard going through Europe with several other of the Pack leaders to spread the word of the BSLG. Much of European Packs have taken to the idea joining the BSLG Council and committing to the ideals of the that it held. Reva turns her sights to the US knowing that having a Packs in a super power such as that would make a major difference in the BSLG.
Powers/Skills: Reva is a young werewolf though her strength and speed are magnificent for her age they are far from that elders generations before her. She spends much time in meditation creating an iron will for herself as to not be swayed by mental powers or prowess of those more powerful than she is. She has developed herself into a leader giving a ability that allows her to release a beautiful loud roar capable of triggering a detransformation in weaker werewolves. Being in the position she is in where she has gained many allies but almost as any enemies she has developed a sixth sense for danger and has been known to react even before violence was going to be brought on her.
Equipment/Weapons: she carries a small walther ppk pistol for self defense as to keep from having to use any lycan based abilities to hide her true nature. She also carries a ancient warklaive a sword of power capable of great damage against whoever it touches any wounds created by the blade healing very slowly. The klaive is not without its downsides though as it require great energy from the user causing Reva to pass out around six minutes into using it. Other than these items she carries everyday things, phone clothes etc
Themesong:
Rusalka
~"And so our hunt begins anew..."~
Eyes are actually as blue as ice. The whites of her eyes turn black when she's angry.
~REBECCA SELIE VALENTINE~
AGE:
Unknown (Appears around her late twenties to early thirties)
GENDER:
Female
SPECIES:
Vampire (Changed sometime during the Renaissance in Venice)
AFFILIATION:
Her own side
PERSONALITY:
Charming and elegant, a very noble attitude, she could woo you with just a few simple words or with just a look of her eyes. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but she fears getting too close to anyone...thinking it may invoke her vampiric side and drive her into bloodlust and mayhem. The only exception to this is her servant/lover Camille. When angered, her personality shifts and she becomes cold, relentless, and violent. Unlike some, Rebecca only pines for the simpler things of life. From day to day, she preoccupies herself with hobbies such as reading classic literature, listening to music at home, playing piano, painting, and has even taken up a bit of swordplay, which she's become a rather avid swordswoman. It's become apparent to some that she enjoys the company of women more than men, possibly even a physical attraction to them. She is also sociable with men, but she has a particular disdain for some, especially if they take advantage of a woman in any way or are cruel to them.
However, despite her sociable nature, she isn't quite fond of working alongside humans.
BIO:
House Valentine was once the most prominent of families in the Venetian Aristocracy. Baron Renault, Rebecca's father, was a wealthy landowner and a considerably generous philanthropist. He later fell in love with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Rebecca.
Twas thanks to her mother that Rebecca was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. She even dreamed once of becoming an actress just like her mother, to be adored and talented as she was...but sadly her dreams were cut short. One considerably dark and cloudy night, a stranger clad in black and wearing a mask visited her family's home, and with him....he brought unspeakable horrors. He was tame at first, rather charming to Rebecca, but his advances upon her and her mother became unsettling. Renault soon took notice and kindly, yet firmly he asked the man to leave. He did not.... Instead, the man revealed himself to be a creature of the damned. He murdered Rebecca's family right before her waking eyes, tearing them to pieces with his bare hands and lapping their blood off the floor.
Then, he turned towards Rebecca, a savage gleam in his wicked red eyes. She tried to run away, far into the darkness of the forest surrounding her family's lavish abode, but he was too quick for her. Soon he caught her and pinned her to the ground ripping away her dress and defiling her once pure essence with his malice. Once the vile act was committed, the creature took her limp and lifeless body, tied stones to her ankles, and tossed her into a lake, never to be seen again... Tales of his massacre would spread like wildfire, but the killer's identity would never be known....except by one.
Years past since that horrific night, a lowly fisherman out on his evening stroll discovered the woman's body after his hook snagged onto her. He pulled the seemingly dead woman out of the lake, but right as the full, crimson moon shined upon her corpse, Rebecca sprung to life instantly and attacked the man, draining him until he was nothing but a dried husk. She fled back to her home, only to find it in ruins, every last ounce of her family legacy gone in ashes. An anger surged within her as she looked to the charred remains of her family's mansion, her eyes becoming dark as the ash that surrounded her. Rebecca could see him again, his vile smirk, his despicable eyes leering with bloodlust.
But worse....she had become just like him...a creature of the undead...a Vampire. From that day forward, she swore vengeance upon them, all of them, for killing her family, destroying her home...and turning her into a monster. For several years she's traveled about the world, learning of different supernatural horrors such as the dreaded vampires and how to slay them efficiently. She steeped herself not only in the knowledge of her cause, but also that of literature, music, art, and whatever else caught her fancy, even...a few beautiful maidens here and there. Nevertheless, she kept her true identity as a Nosferatu hidden from the outside world, only indulging her savage bloodlust out of need for survival. The few who knew what she was were only those closest to her, be it a friend or a lover, and some willingly allowed Rebecca to feed from them. Now in the modern era, Rebecca finds herself in the United States with a considerable amount of wealth and a new thrall/assistant by her side named Camille. She still seeks to avenge her family's death by tracking down and killing the Vampire who murdered them, yet she has also turned her attention towards recent events. Rebecca has also gained another ally in a mysterious male vampire she spared reluctantly during an investigation of a coven in New Orleans She's mostly used him as an informant, but his services always came with a hefty price.
POWERS:
Rebecca's powers are mostly affiliated with darkness, such as shadow manipulation, etc. Other abilities of hers include telepathy, the ability to enter people's dreams and tamper with them, and to hypnotize others with her charm.
ABILITIES/FAULTS:
Rebecca is noted for being quite agile, dexterous, and acrobatic, not to mention having enhanced phsyical strength and stamina and an extensive knowledge of firearms and bladed weapons, though she is more fond of the former over the latter. Her eyes are more developed than the average human being too, allowing her to see from further distances with crystal clear accuracy. Rebecca also has considerable pain tolerance, almost feeling no pain at all. Working as a private detective too has gained her some notoriety for her amazing investigative skills, namely her eidetic memory and her keen observation. However, she is a shrewd judge of character, trusting no one other than those closest to her. This has caused her at times to come off as cold, and has sometimes made her more enemies than friends or lovers.
OTHER:
Aside from her pistol, most if not all of Rebecca's weapons are keepsakes from her many travels across time. Some of them carry some fond memories for her, while others are just simply tools she utilizes for killing the damned creatures of the night.
Rebecca is skilled with quite a few swords and bladed weapons, but her favorite above all is Nightshade, a special katana she picked up during her travels in Japan in the early 1800s. The sword in actuality was forged by a hidden sect of vampire hunters in the Yamanashi prefecture in Japan, not to mention they made some of the best sake she had ever drunken. Sporting a razor sharp edge, it's the perfect tool for lopping off a few limbs and delivering quick decapitations.
A short silver dagger for those sticky situations.
In World War II Germany, rumors had spread of the Nazis using a blend of science and occult magick to produce an army of super soldiers and make Adolf Hitler immortal. The end result was the creation of Sanguinarius, the modern vampire strain. Soon, vampire attacks were rampant all throughout Europe in the late 1930s as the war pushed on, but quickly covered up by government officials to prevent widespread panic. A special order of hunters was established then to eradicate the sanguinarian threat and any other supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, Rebecca had a run in with one of these hunters when she was chasing a vampire in Dresden...and visiting one of the SS brothels for a bit of nightly fun. She had no choice but to kill him, but kept his silver dagger as a memento.
Small and concealable under any circumstances, there's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of wolfsbane nectar, salt, silver filings, holy water, whatever the hunter wished to carry.
Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles for a more wide ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky gaggle of ghouls. These special throwing knives were a gift to her from a nun during her stint in an Irish convent in the 1960s, when a rash of brutal, grisly murders were taking the country by storm. Turns out it wasn't vampires, but werewolves. Nevertheless, Rebecca stayed on task, though it wasn't easy being around so much religious paraphernalia. At least that sweet nun keeping her company made the duration of her stay easier.
If there's one thing Rebecca loves more than alcohol, women, and of course the occasional taste of blood, its style and accessibility, which is why she chose this sleek silver plated Beretta 92FS compact as her main firearm. Though it fires a meager 9mm Parabellum round, it still packs a punch against vampires and werewolves alike. The ammunition was specially designed by Rebecca to dispatch the horrors of the supernatural world, bullets made from a silver cross from St. Thomas' Holy Church in Manhattan, also coated in a deadly concoction of salt, ashes of Saint Croix and holy water, which can cripple any creature of Hell in less than a few seconds.
CHARACTER THEME:
You're Not Here - by Akira Yamaoka and Mary Elizabeth McGlynn
Nightshade:
Rebecca is skilled with quite a few swords and bladed weapons, but her favorite above all is Nightshade, a special katana she picked up during her travels in Japan in the early 1800s. The sword in actuality was forged by a hidden sect of vampire hunters in the Yamanashi prefecture in Japan, not to mention they made some of the best sake she had ever drunken. Sporting a razor sharp edge, it's the perfect tool for lopping off a few limbs and delivering quick decapitations.
Miseria:
A short silver dagger for those sticky situations.
In World War II Germany, rumors had spread of the Nazis using a blend of science and occult magick to produce an army of super soldiers and make Adolf Hitler immortal. The end result was the creation of Sanguinarius, the modern vampire strain. Soon, vampire attacks were rampant all throughout Europe in the late 1930s as the war pushed on, but quickly covered up by government officials to prevent widespread panic. A special order of hunters was established then to eradicate the sanguinarian threat and any other supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, Rebecca had a run in with one of these hunters when she was chasing a vampire in Dresden...and visiting one of the SS brothels for a bit of nightly fun. She had no choice but to kill him, but kept his silver dagger as a memento.
Small and concealable under any circumstances, there's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of wolfsbane nectar, salt, silver filings, holy water, whatever the hunter wished to carry.
Thorns of the Saint
Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles for a more wide ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky gaggle of ghouls. These special throwing knives were a gift to her from a nun during her stint in an Irish convent in the 1960s, when a rash of brutal, grisly murders were taking the country by storm. Turns out it wasn't vampires, but werewolves. Nevertheless, Rebecca stayed on task, though it wasn't easy being around so much religious paraphernalia. At least that sweet nun keeping her company made the duration of her stay easier.
~Carmen~
If there's one thing Rebecca loves more than alcohol, women, and of course the occasional taste of blood, its style and accessibility, which is why she chose this sleek silver plated Beretta 92FS compact as her main firearm. Though it fires a meager 9mm Parabellum round, it still packs a punch against vampires and werewolves alike. The ammunition was specially designed by Rebecca to dispatch the horrors of the supernatural world, bullets made from a silver cross from St. Thomas' Holy Church in Manhattan, also coated in a deadly concoction of salt, ashes of Saint Croix and holy water, which can cripple any creature of Hell in less than a few seconds.
CHARACTER THEME:
You're Not Here - by Akira Yamaoka and Mary Elizabeth McGlynn
"Ah! Mistress! Wait for Me!"
Eyes are actually emerald Green. Often they'll become feral and cat-like if she's either angry or excited.
AGE:
19 (16 when she was turned by Rebecca)
GENDER:
Female
SPECIES:
Vampire
AFFILIATION:
Rebecca's side
PERSONALITY:
A bit shy around other people besides her mistress, she's a rather plucky and cheerful kind of girl with a bubbly attitude and an optimistic outlook on life. She adores things such as cute clothes, animals, and things that make her happy, and she loves to cook and make others smile. However, in an instant her personality can shift and she can become aggressive and violent. Cammie may seem like a push-over, but what she lacks in strength she makes up for in fierce devotion. To Rebecca alone Cammie is devoted to serving her and protecting her as well. She also has an intimate and emotional connection with the woman and becomes jealous when she sees others flirting with Rebecca, often to the point of lashing out at them. Because of her abilities as well, she has the utmost respect for the dead.
Camille however doesn't share much of the same zeal as her Mistress when it comes to slaying vampires and other creatures of horror. Nevertheless, she keeps her qualms unnoticed, staying devoted to the woman she will love and protect till the end. Like her mistress, she doesn't feel comfortable working with humans either, mostly because she is afraid of them. She's not too fond either of their vampire informant, often calling him old man.
BIO:
Cammie was always a strange girl. She never made friends in school, often because she was ridiculed, and most of the time she stayed locked in her bedroom lost in her own little world, due to her abusive alcoholic father and her neglectful mother. Sometimes, she would even sneak out after dark and stay in the cemetery, speaking with the ghosts that resided there and learning of their stories. Cammie's powers are believed to have emerged after she was born dead then came back to life, supposedly gaining a link between the world of the living and the dead. Slowly her abilities manifested and by the time she was twelve, she began to develop her mind reading powers and her precognitive vision. Though as amazing as these were, it didn't do much but alienate her from the rest of the world. She was constantly bullied in school and her parents only ignored her further.
Then one night while she snuck out to the cemetery, Cammie saw a bunch of high school boys kicking over gravestones and spraying graffiti on the mausoleums. Angry, she tried to confront them, but they overpowered her and one by one they took turns beating her and savaging her until she was nearly dead. Bleeding, bruised, and nearly every inch of her body in pain, she could barely move. Then one of the boys pulled out a switchblade and started cutting into her shirt. Cammie closed her eyes, knowing what these sick bastards had in mind, knowing that she couldn't escape from it. She bit her lip and feared the worst...until...she felt something warm splash against her. She opened her eyes and discovered a woman, seething with anger, her eyes black as the pit of Hell. In her blood drenched hand she held the heart of the boy, freshly ripped from his chest and bit into it ravenously. The others soon ran away in fear, screaming into the night, yet Cammie, try as she may she couldn't squirm away from this ghastly horror.
As it turned out though....maybe she didn't want to...as the woman's face returned to normal, displaying such beauty Cammie's eyes ever beheld. The mysterious woman knelt beside her, cradling the beaten girl in her arms and looking upon her with eyes that showed worry and compassion. "They're gone now..." She whispered to Cammie. "They won't hurt you again...." She could sense that Cammie was slowly dying and in a last act to save her, she asked the girl, "Girl...are you willing to accept eternal life, despite what it should entail?" Weakly Cammie nodded, her eyes widening as she saw....fangs...in the woman's mouth.
She knew who...or rather what she was in the presence of, but nevertheless...she accepted knowing she would be turned into one. The woman's fangs plunged into her neck and she drank of her crimson nectar. Softly Cammie whimpered and her body went limp in the woman's grasp...everything around her growing...dark.. From that day forward, Cammie had abandoned everything. She no longer cared for friends or for her ungrateful parents. Forever faithful she remained to the very woman who saved her life and gave it back to her anew. The vampire Rebecca.
POWERS:
Before she was turned by Rebecca, Cammie had some psychic powers. She can see and speak to the dead and read the minds of whoever she touches, also she can receive visions from objects she touches as well, such as an item belonging to a person.
ABILITIES/FAULTS:
Like Rebecca, Camille is agile but fairly clumsy and has some swordplay under her belt, but not as good as her Mistress. Where Camille excels most is in marksmanship. She's a good shot with almost any firearm and can hit her targets with the utmost accuracy from even a great distance. Over time she has learned a few martial arts as well, meaning she can hold her own quite efficiently against unarmed foes. And over time she has become a formidable hacker, mostly utilizing this skill to get her Mistress out of sticky situations or to sabotage their enemies. It has also served in gathering valuable information during their many hunts/investigations.
OTHER:
CHARACTER THEME:
Letter from Lost Days - by Akira Yamaoka and Mary Elizabeth McGlynn
Eyes are actually emerald Green. Often they'll become feral and cat-like if she's either angry or excited.
-CAMILLE "CAMMIE" BELLE WINTERS-
AGE:
19 (16 when she was turned by Rebecca)
GENDER:
Female
SPECIES:
Vampire
AFFILIATION:
Rebecca's side
PERSONALITY:
A bit shy around other people besides her mistress, she's a rather plucky and cheerful kind of girl with a bubbly attitude and an optimistic outlook on life. She adores things such as cute clothes, animals, and things that make her happy, and she loves to cook and make others smile. However, in an instant her personality can shift and she can become aggressive and violent. Cammie may seem like a push-over, but what she lacks in strength she makes up for in fierce devotion. To Rebecca alone Cammie is devoted to serving her and protecting her as well. She also has an intimate and emotional connection with the woman and becomes jealous when she sees others flirting with Rebecca, often to the point of lashing out at them. Because of her abilities as well, she has the utmost respect for the dead.
Camille however doesn't share much of the same zeal as her Mistress when it comes to slaying vampires and other creatures of horror. Nevertheless, she keeps her qualms unnoticed, staying devoted to the woman she will love and protect till the end. Like her mistress, she doesn't feel comfortable working with humans either, mostly because she is afraid of them. She's not too fond either of their vampire informant, often calling him old man.
BIO:
Cammie was always a strange girl. She never made friends in school, often because she was ridiculed, and most of the time she stayed locked in her bedroom lost in her own little world, due to her abusive alcoholic father and her neglectful mother. Sometimes, she would even sneak out after dark and stay in the cemetery, speaking with the ghosts that resided there and learning of their stories. Cammie's powers are believed to have emerged after she was born dead then came back to life, supposedly gaining a link between the world of the living and the dead. Slowly her abilities manifested and by the time she was twelve, she began to develop her mind reading powers and her precognitive vision. Though as amazing as these were, it didn't do much but alienate her from the rest of the world. She was constantly bullied in school and her parents only ignored her further.
Then one night while she snuck out to the cemetery, Cammie saw a bunch of high school boys kicking over gravestones and spraying graffiti on the mausoleums. Angry, she tried to confront them, but they overpowered her and one by one they took turns beating her and savaging her until she was nearly dead. Bleeding, bruised, and nearly every inch of her body in pain, she could barely move. Then one of the boys pulled out a switchblade and started cutting into her shirt. Cammie closed her eyes, knowing what these sick bastards had in mind, knowing that she couldn't escape from it. She bit her lip and feared the worst...until...she felt something warm splash against her. She opened her eyes and discovered a woman, seething with anger, her eyes black as the pit of Hell. In her blood drenched hand she held the heart of the boy, freshly ripped from his chest and bit into it ravenously. The others soon ran away in fear, screaming into the night, yet Cammie, try as she may she couldn't squirm away from this ghastly horror.
As it turned out though....maybe she didn't want to...as the woman's face returned to normal, displaying such beauty Cammie's eyes ever beheld. The mysterious woman knelt beside her, cradling the beaten girl in her arms and looking upon her with eyes that showed worry and compassion. "They're gone now..." She whispered to Cammie. "They won't hurt you again...." She could sense that Cammie was slowly dying and in a last act to save her, she asked the girl, "Girl...are you willing to accept eternal life, despite what it should entail?" Weakly Cammie nodded, her eyes widening as she saw....fangs...in the woman's mouth.
She knew who...or rather what she was in the presence of, but nevertheless...she accepted knowing she would be turned into one. The woman's fangs plunged into her neck and she drank of her crimson nectar. Softly Cammie whimpered and her body went limp in the woman's grasp...everything around her growing...dark.. From that day forward, Cammie had abandoned everything. She no longer cared for friends or for her ungrateful parents. Forever faithful she remained to the very woman who saved her life and gave it back to her anew. The vampire Rebecca.
POWERS:
Before she was turned by Rebecca, Cammie had some psychic powers. She can see and speak to the dead and read the minds of whoever she touches, also she can receive visions from objects she touches as well, such as an item belonging to a person.
ABILITIES/FAULTS:
Like Rebecca, Camille is agile but fairly clumsy and has some swordplay under her belt, but not as good as her Mistress. Where Camille excels most is in marksmanship. She's a good shot with almost any firearm and can hit her targets with the utmost accuracy from even a great distance. Over time she has learned a few martial arts as well, meaning she can hold her own quite efficiently against unarmed foes. And over time she has become a formidable hacker, mostly utilizing this skill to get her Mistress out of sticky situations or to sabotage their enemies. It has also served in gathering valuable information during their many hunts/investigations.
OTHER:
Camille was trained by Rebecca for years to fight alongside her, the woman teaching her everything she knew about supernatural creatures and how to kill them. Cammie was well versed in firearms, swordplay, hand to hand combat, and of course marksmanship. She's a good shot with any firearm and can hold her own quite well in close quarters, but much to her chagrin, her Mistress will not allow her to engage any enemies at close range. Rebecca has strongly suggested that Camille act as her overwatch instead, not to chide her but to make sure her beloved thrall is safe.
Chambering a skull crushing .308 Winchester round (7.62x51 NATO), this rifle was made for Camille to Rebecca's exact specifications. This rifle is fairly light, can be easily broken down for transport and fires highly damaging explosive bullets, using a detachable four round box magazine. Additionally, the high power scope has built in lenses adaptable to any level of light, even pitch darkness. Top that with the impressive range of this weapon and you have one hell of a gun for any hunter of the UHC. It's Camille's favorite weapon so far.
More or less a get out of jail free card for Camille. This switchblade knife is easily concealable under any circumstances and even has a special modification. The cross on the handle is a small button. When pressed, it activates a stream of holy water, housed within the blade, that can be injected into a vampire or werewolf once it has been stabbed.
In the event she is surrounded by a gang of vampires or werewolves, Camille has this to fight her way out, at least until her Mistress comes to rescue her. Designed similar to Rebecca's Nightshade by the descendants of the Japanese vampire hunters, this katana was forged with serrations in the blade for maximum damage and to saw through the thick hide of werewolves. Rarely has Camille used it in combat, since Rebecca keeps putting her at far range from any danger, but it has saved her skin a few times.
Camille's preferred sidearm. Unlike Rebecca, she sacrificed concealability for stopping power, going with the Colt 1911 platform and its more powerful .45 ACP round. Still, she uses the same style of ammunition. Coupling this with the raw power of a .45, she can punch quite a nasty hole in a vampire's gut.
DMR-58 Hekate II
Chambering a skull crushing .308 Winchester round (7.62x51 NATO), this rifle was made for Camille to Rebecca's exact specifications. This rifle is fairly light, can be easily broken down for transport and fires highly damaging explosive bullets, using a detachable four round box magazine. Additionally, the high power scope has built in lenses adaptable to any level of light, even pitch darkness. Top that with the impressive range of this weapon and you have one hell of a gun for any hunter of the UHC. It's Camille's favorite weapon so far.
Rose of Sharyn
More or less a get out of jail free card for Camille. This switchblade knife is easily concealable under any circumstances and even has a special modification. The cross on the handle is a small button. When pressed, it activates a stream of holy water, housed within the blade, that can be injected into a vampire or werewolf once it has been stabbed.
Lilium
In the event she is surrounded by a gang of vampires or werewolves, Camille has this to fight her way out, at least until her Mistress comes to rescue her. Designed similar to Rebecca's Nightshade by the descendants of the Japanese vampire hunters, this katana was forged with serrations in the blade for maximum damage and to saw through the thick hide of werewolves. Rarely has Camille used it in combat, since Rebecca keeps putting her at far range from any danger, but it has saved her skin a few times.
~White Knight~
Camille's preferred sidearm. Unlike Rebecca, she sacrificed concealability for stopping power, going with the Colt 1911 platform and its more powerful .45 ACP round. Still, she uses the same style of ammunition. Coupling this with the raw power of a .45, she can punch quite a nasty hole in a vampire's gut.
CHARACTER THEME:
Letter from Lost Days - by Akira Yamaoka and Mary Elizabeth McGlynn
