Afina

Wild West Style Vampire/Undead Hunters

@Scrapula@Wraithblade6

The ooc is up, hope to see you there.
The Kin Bane

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

@Goldeagle1221~runs through with a blackberry cobbler and darts out again~

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Would love to see one, ^^ Feel free to check shattering the Crystal silence to get an idea of my gming style if you want.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Name: Angpetu Dulain

Age: 32

Nationality; Sioux/Irish

Profession: Kin Bane/Recruiter

Appearance/Clothing:

Combat Skills: Rifle, Bataireacht (Irish Stick Fighting), Scuffling, Bow, Knife

General Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Trapping, Kin Lore, Swimming, Survival, Horseback Riding, Bareback Riding

Languages: English, Sioux, Gaelic, Latin

Weapons: Blacktorn Stick, Sharps Creedmoor Rifle, Bow/Quiver, Russell 6 inc butcher knife

Possessions: Pryor Mountain Mustang, clothing, assorted cartridges and arrows of unique composite, pack of basic survival gear

Personality: Ang is a complex woman whose personality can change on a dime if she feels she is not getting the needed outcome for the situation. Good of heart she tends to trust a little to fast but she is also quick to tell someone to go to hell if she feels they are over stepping their grounds.

History:Ang is the only daughter of a Sioux woman and an Irishman. She was raised with both of them in her tribes village until she was 17 years of age, learning all she could of both her mother and fathers people. When she was 17, her tribe was slaughtered by an unknown creature; rumored to be the anger spirit of the ancestors. She was the next and last to die when a group, of what she believed were travelers, came along and slaughtered the creature. Since she was the only one left they brought her into the fold and taught her the ways of the "Kin Bane" - a small group of roaming undead killers that were entrusted to hunt down and bring "peace" to those poor unfortunate souls. Her group was recently hunted down and murdered when she was away taking care of a lesser demon. Now she is charged to recruit new individuals and bring them into the fold to keep up the fight.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

The Kin Bane – 1884 – Wild West

The year is 1884 and you are living in the Wild West of the American Frontier; the land is harsh and the people harsher. People are slowly moving from the East and trying to make new lives for themselves but some things we wished we could leave behind follow us like a plague; wherever humanity lives, so does the Kin, and they are hunted for their blood, their flesh and their life force by creatures that are whispered about around campfires and found in the darkest of nightmares. And yet those tales are nothing compared to the real thing and few have lived to tell the tale.

Our story begins in the Southern portion of the Dakota Territory in a little known town called Brogden, population: A whopping 300; a veritable metropolis. ;) You are your average every day citizen just trying to survive in the Wild West; which in and of itself is not an easy task. Nothing has happened to you personally as of yet but travelers on their way to Rapid City in the Black Hills have been speaking in hushed voices of unnatural things happening out in the great plains.

You will be tasked with finding out just what is going on. How and why are up to you but chose wisely for the undead are unforgiving.

Rules:
General Forum Rules
Your character has to follow the posted CS format for ease of reference for all
You character must be human
All weapons and tech must have been around in 1884
No more than 4 weapons – no weapons can be specialized to start with for “kin killin” – 4 knives count as 4 weapons
All skills must be listed – even things like swimming, horseback riding, etc. – if it is not listed your character has no advanced knowledge of how to do it or use it.
No Anime Pics
Your character may have no knowledge of Kin – there are passing rumors but you know nothing outright unless revealed to your character personally in the RP. (Sorry, no previous kin hunters - end of story)
Character needs to have a skill that could be useful to the “cause”
No magic, shamens, etc. Basic classes.

I know all that seems a bit overbearing but I am really trying to cut off any metagaming before it even starts. There is a method to the madness. Just try to imagine you are building a true to life character for a normal wild west historical RP, it will make it simpler. Don’t worry, it will work out and play well.

Name:
Age:
Nationality:
Profession:
Apperance/Clothing:
Combat Skills:
General Skills:
Languages:
Weapons:
Possessions:
Personality:
History:

IC will begin once CS are approved – Please pm me your cs or post it here in the OOC. Once approved you can moved it to the CS page.

If you have any questions ask! I am here to make your rp experience fun.

Oh and this is an rp where your character can die.

Edit:(July 24) - Forgot to add, romance can happen and I have nothing against it but one - no creating an npc just to have romance, you're better than that. Don't force it, romances suck when you do that. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. (If romance does happen take smut to pm please)

Afinas Bios - WIP

Name: Angpetu Dulain

Age: 32

Nationality; Sioux/Irish

Profession: Kin Bane/Recruiter

Appearance/Clothing:

Combat Skills: Rifle, Bataireacht (Irish Stick Fighting), Scuffling, Bow, Knife

General Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Trapping, Kin Lore, Swimming, Survival, Horseback Riding, Bareback Riding

Languages: English, Sioux, Gaelic, Latin

Weapons: Blacktorn Stick, Sharps Creedmoor Rifle, Bow/Quiver, Russell 6 inc butcher knife

Possessions: Pryor Mountain Mustang, clothing, assorted cartridges and arrows of unique composite, pack of basic survival gear

Personality: Ang is a complex woman whose personality can change on a dime if she feels she is not getting the needed outcome for the situation. Good of heart she tends to trust a little to fast but she is also quick to tell someone to go to hell if she feels they are over stepping their grounds.

History:Ang is the only daughter of a Sioux woman and an Irishman. She was raised with both of them in her tribes village until she was 17 years of age, learning all she could of both her mother and fathers people. When she was 17, her tribe was slaughtered by an unknown creature; rumored to be the anger spirit of the ancestors. She was the next and last to die when a group, of what she believed were travelers, came along and slaughtered the creature. Since she was the only one left they brought her into the fold and taught her the ways of the "Kin Bane" - a small group of roaming undead killers that were entrusted to hunt down and bring "peace" to those poor unfortunate souls. Her group was recently hunted down and murdered when she was away taking care of a lesser demon. Now she is charged to recruit new individuals and bring them into the fold to keep up the fight.

Wild West Style Vampire/Undead Hunters

The premise is this - You are recruited due to your skills to be part of a team that will be in charge of hunting down Undead creatures in the American frontier, think Wild West. Shoot outs at the OK coral type thing. Your character is just a human, nothing more, nothing less. Basic human abilities, the only ones with any powers or magics or even access to these things will be the undead you will be facing. A good old fashion people good/monsters bad type rp - you will be introduced to very uncommon undead and even the ones that are familiar in lores will be given a different twist when it comes to how to kill them. Part of the rp will involve finding out their weaknesses and gathering information that will passed down to future generations of the group.

OOC will go up when I have a minimal of 3 interested - please make sure you have time for the rp and are not overloaded as it is. CS Requirements will be posted in the OOC when it goes up.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

K, Gaia and Ashala are in free post

Those with Tristan - posting order is Srath and then Ailen

Jeremiah is in free post if he wishes or can join up with the Moles and Marx in the docks to head back to the mines now.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Tristans Quarters

Tristan narrowed his eyes as a cold smile came to his lips, letting the fear leave his features as he looked at Srath and then Ailen; looking them over for a moment before chuckling. “You have no idea what is going on do you?” he asked rhetorically. “I will give you this, I had nothing to do with the mines,” he said in a cool voice as he looked over towards Srath. “That was just icing on the cake to know that little bitch was in there when it happened. I hope those mines drive her completely insane,” he said as he looked over towards Ailen for a moment. “Go ahead, do what you are going to do. I know it won’t matter what information I give you, you have already decided what you are going to do to me but know this. The worse you make it for me, the worse it will be for you soon enough, for this planet, for this tower and especially for that little wench from Earth,” he said as he locked eyes with Ailen.

“Any ways, why would I tell you anything? Bones heal, bruises fade, and revenge is eternal” he added before going silent. Tristan just turned his head and looked way from both of them. Whether he knew anything or not was not apparent but in the coldness of his voice he did at least speak one truth. He had nothing to do with the Mines but he had enjoyed the show and he planned on enjoying several more before his life ceased. GTC had orders that he was to arrive alive, that was standard procedure. “So why don’t you two do your job and transfer me.”

Up in the Mor Craig had received the word and turned off the duffers that had kept Tristan in check since his arrest before he went to the monitors and brought everything up live throughout the Tower. Thanks to Marx, another 30% of the tower was able to see what was about to happen. Craig sat down in his seat and propped his feet up as he watched. He wasn’t one for torture or interrogations, but he knew Tristan had this coming and it would hopefully show any that were watching that had any ideas of crossing a line to continue like this were going to need to rethink their position.

The Safe Room

Silvia waited for Karras to move out of the way and get something to cover his mouth and nose. Once he had she nodded towards him. “Just, no matter what happens, don’t move,” she warned as she looked over to the Black Crystal that was there and it began to hover slightly, moving over to her side. With one hand she began to spin what she had created on one finger as the other hand rested on the crystal itself, giving her direct contact with it; a gentle hum coming from her lips to cause a resonance from it as her eyes glazed over. Flicking her wrist slightly the device flipped up into the air spinning rapidly and drove itself into the ceiling above her as she her arm held up directing it. It cut through the steel that was the roof of the room, sending a sparks floating down around her before the sparks faded and were replaced by dust as the cutting implement she had created cut more and more into the rock face. The deeper it cut the more her knees began to buckle; not from the controlling the make shift drill but from the weight of the cave above them she was having to hold in place while it did.

Dust began to fill the room as she worked, sweat beginning to form on her skin as her body trembled slightly. Suddenly the section she was cutting out began to fall towards her but it was stopped a foot before it crashed into her by a dark telekinetic plate that formed between her and the falling stone piece that was a solid cylinder packed together of the cave in from above. Her hair seemed to whip in a nonexistent wind as a crimson hue began to form around her, blood dripping from her nose, ears and eyes. A deep breath was drawn and she screamed out as she thrust herself up from buckling knees to stand straight and the rock shot upward, being launched out above them and leaving a hole that was cut through to the surface several hundred feet above them. It shattering into dust once it was clear of the mine and fresh air from above rushing into the room now that the path was clear.

Slowly she sank to her knees, her hand leaving the crystal as her eyes became clear once again. She coughed up some blood and groaned deeply before rolling over and laying down on her back. “Okay, give me a moment and we can get out of here,” she said as she looked at the hole. They had no rope and the surface was smooth from where she cut. The sound of the mining implement she had created could be heard as it landed on the surface above. She would have to lift them both out of the mine but right now she needed to catch her breath and focus on stopping the bleeding.

Back at the Mor Gwen shot out of her seat as she watched the mine and saw something explode into dust over the Mine. Running over to the com she opened the channel. “Rescue, get to the mines! Storm is clear and something just exploded over the mines!” she announced to the Tower in general. “Marx, go find her,” Gwen added in private com to him where he was working on the cameras. Dropping his tools he ran off towards the dock for the Moles.