[OOC] The World of Blood Compact

[Wraithblade6]

Argh. Post is gonna hafta be tomorrow. My brain is simply fried. I need to be able to focus.

[BurningCold]

Dropping a new character

Kane

Name:
Kane Abellian

Image:
(It’s not done yet but it will be soon)

Age:
24

Species:
Half-Werewolf Cyborg

Goals/Faction:
He wants to prevent vampires from taking over the world, but at the same time believes that Soldier must also be destroyed.

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.

You wince. Teeth gritting. You were asleep for the implants. Not this though. Wires, tubes, all over. Pumping someone else’s life force into you. You crane your head. There he is. The table next to you. The dead werewolf. They’re changing you. You’re going to be like him.

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. They turned you into what you are. Now they are 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. The procedure to infuse werewolf DNA with his own was a success, granting him the senses, speed, strength, and regenerative properties of one of the alaskan beasts. While not able to shift into a wolf himself due to his implants, his human DNA means that silver weaponry is only slightly more effective than normal.

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:

[Kurai Assassin]

@Wraithblade6

my plan was to accidentally on purpose hit him with a car or accidentally crash a helicopter into the building hes in

[Wraithblade6]

@the grey dust@BurningCold

Hey Grey. Could you review Burning's new character?

[Shoe Thief]

@Wraithblade6

So much shit is about to go down I don't think I can find a better meme for it...

[The Grey Dust]

@the grey dust@BurningCold

Hey Grey. Could you review Burning's new character?

@Wraithblade6

Sure I'll do it tomorrow.

Also just a minor correction, Camelot is in Wales, not England. Thus not beneath London. It's buried under a charming little estate in Caerleon. Which does not currently look like modern depictions as the town has been elevated to let the castle sit beneath it.

[Wraithblade6]

@The Grey Dust Alright. I will edit.

[Wraithblade6]

I will see about putting up a CS for Dracula. Of course, it will be quite mysterious, but it may bring together a lot of what he *might* have for powers. Feel free to ask him IC, or ask Bedivere who fought him.

[BurningCold]

Assuming Kane gets accepted he'd fit in great with Purge. Any chance we can see those guys come back? (The OP sort of teased at it but I don't know if it's out of date or not)

[Ojo chan 42]

@Wraithblade6@The Grey Dust has either of you revieuwed Jean 2.0?

[The Grey Dust]

Dropping a new character

Kane

Name:
Kane Abellian

Image:
(It’s not done yet but it will be soon)

Age:
24

Species:
Half-Werewolf Cyborg

Goals/Faction:
He wants to prevent vampires from taking over the world, but at the same time believes that Soldier must also be destroyed.

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.

You wince. Teeth gritting. You were asleep for the implants. Not this though. Wires, tubes, all over. Pumping someone else’s life force into you. You crane your head. There he is. The table next to you. The dead werewolf. They’re changing you. You’re going to be like him.

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. They turned you into what you are. Now they are 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. The procedure to infuse werewolf DNA with his own was a success, granting him the senses, speed, strength, and regenerative properties of one of the alaskan beasts. While not able to shift into a wolf himself due to his implants, his human DNA means that silver weaponry is only slightly more effective than normal.

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:

@BurningCold

I have to discuss this with Wraith on the levels of technology we want to introduce.

[The Grey Dust]

@Ojo chan 42

I don't believe I have. Would you mind reposting 2.0, assuming you've retained the original copy for reference?

[Ojo chan 42]

@The Grey Dust

Here is the second version of Jean. I do have the Original somewhere in this OOC. Like I said before if the soldier thing doesn't work out I can Always change him to the military. I personally thought that it would be more interesting if he fled from soldier instead of the normal military and such

Jean Belair

Name: Jean Belair ( real name Noir Youyou)
Image: Typical franceman, long darkblond hair that curls around his face. blue eye's
He always wears a pair of leather gloves to hide the tattoos he has on both index fingers.

finger tattoo

Age: 28
Species: human
Goals: getting rid of his chasing past, just living in the present towards the future.
Faction: pro-vampire

Backstory: From an early age on Noir only wanted one thing and that was to join SOLDIER to keep the peace between humans and vampires. He trained everyday with his sniper rifle from the age of 14, having a lot of troubly with the recoil of the gun in the beginning. He didn't gave up and by the age of 18 he enlisted and got accepted as a sniper within SOLDIER. The first two years in SOLDIER consisted of heavy training wich he all finished, with succes.

His missions consisted mostly out of managing intelligence information he gatherd during reconnaissance and surveillance, target acquisition for air-strikes and artillery, assist employed combat force with fire support and counter-sniper tactics. He truly enjoyed every kill he made, the thrill of putting a life or undead life to an end with a single bullet excited him. After 5 years of service he started to realize he had changed. In order to stop himself from losing the person he once was He laid down his arms immediatly and left SOLDIER without further ado. SOLDIER was not happy about him leaving for he had gatherd much key intel and also knew of a few assasination plans. In order to avoid detention by SOLDIERS rader Noir Youyou changed his name to Jean Belair, the name he nowadays goes by.

Soldier has put him on the kill on sight list, making him flee the country to Montreal. There he met and overly enthausiastic girl who convinced him to join the montreal daily and persue a job as a photograper. Something he enjoys doing, and he is rather good at it as well, earning him the nickname 'sniper'in the editors department, a funny twist of his bloody past. He has enjoyed this life for about 2 years now, still afraid to draw SOLDIERS attention he tends to have his partner take all the spotlight for their shared stories, something she doens not agree with compleatly.

Powers/Skills: Keen eye, he never missed his target, though his skills may be a bit rusted now. Basick military fighting

Weapons: Cheytac .408 cal, sniper rifle. various handguns, and a bowie knife ( yes yes the one they used to kill dracula)
other: He has a thing for Sasha but doesn't make a move on her for she is a bit to young and he still has his past chasing him.
Themesong:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZ_bpC7mfbs

[Wraithblade6]

@Ojo chan 42 Is the bowie knife thing a reference to Quincy Morris? In this rp, Dracula was killed by a Vanhelsing.

[BurningCold]

@Wraithblade6 Any word on my character?

[Wraithblade6]

@BurningCold I've been sitting here waiting for @The Grey Dust to get online all night, and he hasn't showed or answered my pm's. :/

[Wraithblade6]

@BurningCold I'm not sure we will have a Purge in this game. @thewizardguy used to run them, but he's been less involved.

[BurningCold]

@Wraithblade6 I'd support bringing them back anyways. (And not just for Kane) I think they added an interesting dynamic to the game. Anyone that dislikes vampires but also dislikes Soldier is sort of SoL to a degree. I might have to change Kane's goals to work with the vampires to bring down Soldier.

[Ojo chan 42]

@Ojo chan 42 Is the bowie knife thing a reference to Quincy Morris? In this rp, Dracula was killed by a Vanhelsing.

@Wraithblade6

It is actually. If you know the book a bit than yo realize that shasha is slightly based on Mina as well. Mina had to gater information and such on dracula.

But it not the actual bowie knife used to kill dracula. I just love the design of the knife

[The Grey Dust]

@BurningCold I've been sitting here waiting for @The Grey Dust to get online all night, and he hasn't showed or answered my pm's. :/

@Wraithblade6

Apologies, My upper back/neck pain was not conducive to staying up late.

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It is actually. If you know the book a bit than yo realize that shasha is slightly based on Mina as well. Mina had to gater information and such on dracula.

But it not the actual bowie knife used to kill dracula. I just love the design of the knife

@Ojo chan 42

And don't forget the Kukri knife to slash his throat.