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Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus the Rat

The Nightmare

In Marcus’s nightmare he sees meadows. The Sun is about to set, the sky is red and the wind blows harshly to his face as he faces the hundred beasts that are running towards him and his sister. Their howls chill his bones and he knows that he must run, but he’s terrified by fear. His sister, Ella, tugs his jacket and yells “Marcus! We’ve gotta go!”

The beasts are faster than any wild animal he’s ever seen, none of his gang could outrun them. Their red eyes and blood-tainted fangs get closer and closer until the first one leaps over him. They bite him, chew his arms and legs and Marcus screams in pain. Between the claws, fangs and beasts, he sees Ella, in her brown, dirty garbs. She’s so sweet and innocent, despite what they’ve had been doing to survive. Her black hair is plaited and around her neck, her sharp cheeks are wet from tears and her eyes are full of worry. And behind him a dark figure walks. Figure has a horrendous saw that he flings open like a razor knife.

That is enough to make Marcus yell in rage. Suddenly he doesn’t feel the pain, wounds or anything. He tosses away the beasts, rips their maws open and dislocates them, breaks their claws and legs. The blood colors the plains red and he enjoys the smell, the taste, the power that he has. Suddenly he has a sword in his hand and he pierces through one beast, slices another’s belly, crashes his swords down to split one’s skull. Deadly dance continues and continues, until there are none left.

Marcus has a feeling that he has forgotten something important. He notices countless bodies of a beast and one of a girl he doesn’t recognize. He has no time to ponder what he has forgotten. And if he forgot, could it be important anyway? So he walks towards the sunset. He has more prey to slaughter. He notices in the far distance a hundred more beasts howling. And now he feels no fear, but anger. He roars and runs towards the beasts just as the sun’s final rays say farewell and the sky reveals it’s hundred stars.

Marcus wakes up in discomfort. Between his eyes he sees stars. But as he blinks he recognizes that the sky is a roof and the stars are candles. He hears roaring. It takes him three seconds to realize he’s the one making this sound. He can’t remember what it was, fear, rage, cheer? He stops and takes a breath in. There is a myriad of smells that he finds… Familiar from somewhere. It reminds him of danger and rage, but he cannot remember why.

Marcus then takes notice to the rustle around him. Screams, slamming, cries and violent banging. He turns his head and takes a notice to a blond bearded man grinning and hitting his head against the cot. There’s blood between his teeth. Marcus rose up a little and notices ten more cots with ten more patients violently shaking in their dreams.

That wasn’t the only thing he noticed. There were beings ghoulish and humanoid, yet not human, crawling over the nightmare-cursed humans that seemingly were resting peacefully. Marcus rose to sit on his cot and noticed the beings around his resting place as well. He yelled and crawled backwards in confusion and terror until his back hit the wall. These beings on the floor didn’t make effort to come up on his bed and as Marcus looked further, they seemed small. He quickly got off from his bed and stomped on the floor and yelled at them to hide his fear, to scare him off. They disappeared as if understanding that Marcus was not an easy pray.

He took a good look at the room now. Nobody else but the screaming patients in the vast hall of experiments, of blackboards with writing and patterns he didn’t understand and equipment, glass vials, tubes and such filled with substances he didn’t recognize. Though he could swear there was blood on some of the bottles…

Was he one? Why was he here again? There was something important, a reason why he was here but he couldn’t remember it in that moment. He went through his thoughts. He was Marcus, he had no longer a gang, after that he had went to Black healing church…

But he could think about that later. He noticed a way out, a huge wooden door and close to them a barrel full of weapons. Marcus took a swift sprint towards the barrels intending to grab a sword out of the barrels.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

About to put my post up and wake Marcus up from the clinic, but before I do that couple of questions: do all these Palebloods wake up at the same time or is Marcus able to sink in that he's only one awake in the room? Is Marcus feeling in pain or something (I plan to have some disarray in his memories)? And is Marcus waking from underneath a pile of messengers like the dead ones (or... Are they really dead?) or just with just a few over him?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'll make an IC post either this night (my aim) or on Sunday.

The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

I'm here still ^^

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Based on the feedback, I've now made church's false Paleblood hunter modification a surprise and modified gang times by dropping the smuggling in favor of robbing and occasional protection job.

Marcus the Rat

Race: False Paleblood Hunter
Age: 25-ish.

Appearance

Marcus is dark skinned, thin faced man, 5 feet 8 inches and 165 pounds. His hair is cut short, facial hair has been cut off, only some sideburns go down half an inch under the ears. Face is almost triangular and thin-lipped mouth is surrounded with noticeable cheekbones and sharp nose. His brown eyes, always alarmed are under thin eyebrows. His face is usually neutral, alarmed, inspecting surroundings.

He has a lean body and muscles to climb, run and dance around his opponents, but not strength to wield large weapons or armor. He wears long, dark leather jacket, red scarf, a bowler, long leather shoes and brown gloves. Each garment is tainted with burn marks from his past life. There are satchels on his belt for his ammunition and equipment.

Biography

Marcus was born in a lowly family. They were always poor and his siblings had a hard childhood, as their mother and father eased their own suffering with blood and odd jobs to get it. Kids were quickly thrown to the alleys and bad crowd, where they learned to become thieves and muggers. They ran in groups, hid from beasts and hunters alike and attacked whatever they left behind.

At some point the gang got their hands on pistols, then molotov coctails and other flammable things. While their major tactic still was to make run for it, they were no longer defenseless; Few times they killed beasts by immobilizing them for a moment and burning them dead. Marcus enjoyed seeing them beasts in fire. It made him feel powerful, their screams of agony a testament to his victory.

Things got worse five years ago, when the Hunt was at it's peak. Marcus lost many of his gang members to beasts and hunters alike, one of the latter killing his sister. Marcus couldn't help put watch as the man spliced Ella and continued finding prey. He spent last moments holding her with Ella weeping in pain, before she was gone. During following months he grieved and vowed revenge to the hunter who had killed sister. Stockpiling ammunition and molotov coctail, he returned to the old ways: He formed a gang himself and started pilfering and mugging. With hope to gain enough resources and eyes to eventually track down his sister's killer.

Things had changed after the Night of the Hunt. The town was crowding with newcomers from far away lands, desperate for the cure that the reformed Healing Church offered. In the face of Marcus's gang they resisted little and gave anything and everything. Those that had power to resist offered good coin for safe travel to Yharnam. But there were new gangs in Yharnam and among them one unlike any other: The Fire Dancers. Marcus's gang was no match for these hunters that used their superior weapons and abilities to rob from both the healing church and Yharnamites. During the years the Fire Dancers surprised Marcus's gang few times, each ending up with Marcus's gang losing their members. He was, regrettably, left no other choice but to run from these assailants, hence he was given the nickname "the Rat".

While there were good times for the gang, last encounter with Fire Dancers left gang with handful of members. Whoever was left decided to move on and the gang disbanded. What resources the gang had was split between the final members. Marcus had seen the power of the Hunters many times and he had finally the epiphany: To defeat the hunter he had to become one. Hence he went to meet the Black Healing Church.

Marcus had heard rumors of what hunters went through. He thought he was ready for whatever was coming.

He was wrong.

Skills: Marcus is a good shot and experienced fighter. His throwing arm is good, which helps when he needs to use Molotov coctails.

Abilities: Marcus is agile and enduring. His strength is moderate and his vitality allows him to go on against moderate wounds, but he prefers dodging the assailant's slashes.

Equipment: Pouch of gunpowder, pouch of pellets. Rifle with leather strap to carry it around. A sword held underneath his belt.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

So! After cursing my lack of reading comprehension and hitting my head a few times, I have further modified the character's backstory. Keeping the themes (Revenge, humiliation, opportunity to gain power) and now hopefully having a backstory more in line with this roleplay. Though few considerations, if there's more modification needed:

1) Do you think that gang would be able to steal blood? Perhaps not from church itself, but from Yharnamites?
2) Would the Fire Dancers attack gangs like these? Possibly yes as they'd be smuggling goods, like blood.
3) Speaking of smuggling, would it be a plausible idea? I'd imagine not everyone is welcome to Yharnam, but man would have need for the blood, hence smuggling.

Marcus the Rat

Race: False Paleblood Hunter
Age: 25-ish.

Appearance

Marcus is dark skinned, thin faced man, 5 feet 8 inches and 165 pounds. His hair is cut short, facial hair has been cut off, only some sideburns go down half an inch under the ears. Face is almost triangular and thin-lipped mouth is surrounded with noticeable cheekbones and sharp nose. His brown eyes, always alarmed are under thin eyebrows. His face is usually neutral, alarmed, inspecting surroundings.

He has a lean body and muscles to climb, run and dance around his opponents, but not strength to wield large weapons or armor. He wears long, dark leather jacket, red scarf, a bowler, long leather shoes and brown gloves. Each garment is tainted with burn marks from his past life. There are satchels on his belt for his ammunition and equipment.

Biography

Marcus was born in a lowly family. They were always poor and his siblings had a hard childhood, as their mother and father eased their own suffering with blood and odd jobs to get it. Kids were quickly thrown to the alleys and bad crowd, where they learned to become thieves and muggers. They ran in groups, hid from beasts and hunters alike and attacked whatever they left behind.

At some point the gang got their hands on pistols, then molotov coctails and other flammable things. While their major tactic still was to make run for it, they were no longer defenseless; Few times they killed beasts by immobilizing them for a moment and burning them dead. Marcus enjoyed seeing them beasts in fire. It made him feel powerful, their screams of agony a testament to his victory.

Things got worse five years ago, when the Hunt was at it's peak. Marcus lost many of his gang members to beasts and hunters alike, one of the latter killing his sister. Marcus couldn't help put watch as the man spliced Ella and continued finding prey. He spent last moments holding her with Ella weeping in pain, before she was gone. During following months he grieved and vowed revenge to the hunter who had killed sister. Stockpiling ammunition and molotov coctail, he returned to the old ways: He formed a gang himself and started smuggling, pilfering and mugging. With hope to gain enough resources and eyes to eventually track down his sister's killer.

Things had changed after the Night of the Hunt. New people, desperate to find salvation from blood were paying anything for blood that Marcus's gang pilfered and smuggled outside the city. But there were new gangs in town: The Fire Dancers. Marcus's gang was no match for these hunters that used their weapons and abilities to rob from both the healing church and Yharnamites. During the years the Fire Dancers surprised Marcus's gang few times, each ending up with Marcus's gang losing their members. He was, regrettably, left no other choose but to run from these assailants, hence he was known as the Rat.

While there were good times for the gang, last encounter with Fire Dancers left gang with handful of members. Whoever was left decided to move on and the gang disbanded. What resources the gang had left was split between the final members. Marcus had seen the power of the Hunters many times and he had finally the epiphany: To defeat the hunter he had to become one. Hence he went to meet the Black Healing Church. After inspecting his body they offered him a special treatment to become hunter unlike any other.

Marcus said yes.

Skills: Marcus is a good shot and experienced fighter due to background in gang life. His throwing arm is good, which helps when he needs to use Molotov Coctails.

Abilities: Marcus is agile and enduring enough to have successfully ran away from hunters a few times. His strength is moderate and his vitality allows him to go on against moderate wounds, but he prefers dodging the assailant's slashes.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Dark Jack Thank you for the input, I have now written a character based on the feedback. I went on the route to be enemy of Fire Dancers, a member of White Healing Church and thus character volunteering to these experiments.

I have now made this outline for a character.

Marcus the Rat

Race: False Paleblood Hunter
Age: 25-ish.

Appearance

Marcus is dark skinned, thin faced man, 5 feet 8 inches and 165 pounds. His hair is cut short, facial hair has been cut off, only some sideburns go down half an inch under the ears. Face is almost triangular and thin-lipped mouth is surrounded with noticeable cheekbones and sharp nose. His brown eyes, always alarmed are under thin eyebrows. His face is usually neutral, alarmed, inspecting surroundings.

He has a lean body and muscles to climb, run and dance around his opponents, but not strength to wield large weapons or armor. He wears long, dark leather jacket, red scarf, a bowler, long leather shoes and brown gloves. Each garment is tainted with burn marks from his past life. There are satchels on his belt for his ammunition and equipment.

Biography

Marcus was born in a lowly family. They were always poor and his siblings had a hard childhood, as their mother and father eased their own suffering with blood and odd jobs to get it. Kids were quickly thrown to the alleys and bad crowd, where they learned to become thieves and muggers. They ran in groups, hid from beasts and hunters alike and attacked whatever they left behind.

At some point the gang got their hands on pistols, then molotov coctails and other flammable things. While their major tactic still was to make run for it, they were no longer defenseless; Few times they killed beasts by immobilizing them for a moment and burning them dead. Marcus enjoyed seeing them beasts in fire. It made him feel powerful, their screams of agony a testament to his victory.

Things got worse five years ago, when the Hunt was at it's peak. Marcus lost many of his gang members to beasts and hunters alike, one of the latter killing his sister. Marcus couldn't help put watch as the man spliced Ella and continued finding prey. He spent last moments holding her with Ella weeping in pain, before she was gone. During following months he grieved and vowed revenge to the hunter who had killed sister. Stockpiling ammunition and molotov coctail, he spent weeks to track down the killer. And to kill a hunter, he had to become one.

Marcus joined the White healing church and took the demanding path to become a hunter. He was given the Church Pick to pierce the beasts, while changing from Blunderbuss to Hunter Pistols. He still enjoyed seeing the beasts burn, so while Church didn't approve it he every now and then took molotov coctails and listened to the wailing of his prey. In two years he had successfully killed two hunters who had gone too far in their bloodlust. It was then that church gave him a task to fight the Fire Dancers, a thorn in church's side. And as an added motive for Marcus, Church whispered that the one that Marcus was searching for was among the Fire Dancers.

Marcus did his best to protect the supplies, but his victories were few. And still he had not heard or seen a sign from the one that had killed his dear sister. It was in his darkest hours after a bitter defeat against the Fire Dancers that the White Healing Church offered him a chance to become a mythical Paleblood Hunter with their experiments. Marcus had heard rumors and had been doubtful, but in that moment the promise of gaining powers to fight the Fire Dancers and find Ella's killer, he agreed.

Skills: Marcus is a good shot and experienced fighter. His throwing arm is good, which helps when he needs to use Molotov Coctails.

Abilities: Marcus is agile and enduring. His strength is moderate and his vitality allows him to go on against moderate wounds, but he prefers dodging the assailant's slashes.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I took a look at this and it hit the right itch. Dark, horror, good possibility for my character to die... I'm in.

I'm considering a character that has in past started as a Fire Dancer, then was captured by a church and was offered a get-away / experimented upon so that he became a false paleblood hunter.

The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

Here also, anticipating great adventures and horrors!

The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

Arsene Velmont had been awake for two hours when the E-mail arrived, but had just sat on the corner. His Honor 6, stolen from some poor man during a time when he wasn't part of Sunday Group, buzzed on the floor in his apartment. E-mail app flashed the sender: Ellie, the boss herself. His other guess would have been David, as Velmont had passed some news about rookie low-life cultists to him. Perhaps he'd finally got a mugshot of their teacher and whatever they'd do. A win win deal, put a stop to their actions, capture moderate "bringer of Armageddon" and perhaps find some magical items of value. Maybe next time.

The only light in the room was emitted from the phone's screen as Arsene read the mail. At least week in Washington state following some case. He wondered if they'd go to Seattle, rumours were that Edgers there whispered to the depths of the Ocean. Thoughts weren't pleasant, but perhaps Ellie's job wouldn't delve into their business. Arsene let out a sigh and looked out of the window between the window blinders. His slight paranoid habit stuck deep, after two decades walking at the edge of supernatural realms and seeing the good people, bad people, good turning bad during the years at the streets. He liked to think that he hadn't made it big, but compared to other dwellers at the rim he was living comfortable life after couple of years in Sunday Group. His apartment was a single bedroom apartment on third floor, 550 squares, leaking sinks, no soundproofing, decent heating, rent was cheap and he hadn't bothered to get much furniture. Mattress was on the floor in bedroom, two balcony chairs and table were decorating the living room. Some carpets were collecting dust on the floor. He had brought a blackboard and lots of chalk in living room to make notes, as well as a Macbook for working and TV for news. On floor there was a second matters acting as a sofa.

After good 20 seconds of watching empty streets, Arsene went to kitchen. He grabbed a bowl from the sink and filled it with cereals. He poured milk and some peanut butter jelly to mix it up. He ate the whole thing in silence, only thing making noise was when spoon hit the bowl. Breakfast in peace was one of things he enjoyed by having stable income was his own place. Long time ago he didn't have his own home and not much cash, so he spent much of time on streets or crashing a fellow edger every now and then. Now he could actually have a hot shower in the morning. Downside was he hated sticking at one place, and he'd been in Chicago for long time. Local edgers started to know him and spread rumours. Back in the day he wandered from town to town, city to city, place to place. He still had a sports bag which contained everything he had in person, ready to be grabbed when opportunity rose from another town. Habit had stuck, the clothes never made it to cabinets in his apartment.

Before heading to the office, he took one of the nice warm showers, dried himself and took a good look at himself from the mirror. Bags under his eyes, hair messy like a pile of dark hey, stubble beard he didn't yet bother to cut. All good to go. He dressed up to his black sweater and put on his long leather coat, stuffed Macbook inside the sports bag, grabbed the bag and headed out out. Neighbourhood was not too friendly, but the Chicago L was close. The metro station was crowded as people were heading to city centre for work. Arsene decided to take a bus. No other people on the bus stop, few persons inside. He took a seat in the back and held his feet on his bag. Rubbing his amulet to keep it in hand in case that someone was to rush and grab his bag. He eased up somewhat when the bus emptied close to the centre, and even more when he saw the destination from the window. Old brown building made of bricks and dreams of grandiose. Arsene thought for years that only rich, greedy, narcissist and competitive would work in buildings like this, but behold, that's where he was heading.

He was inside office 10 minutes before meeting.