Kinjaav

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@Cio

Beck wandered through the downtown streets, making her way back to her VW. She was wearing combat clothes and a simple tactical rig, her pistol empty and holstered on her left calf. Normally she didn’t like being this kitted out in public; it tended to scare people a little bit to see a paramilitary hobo walking down the road, but it was barely dawn and last night hadn’t given her much of a choice.
She had arranged to rendezvous with a certain vampire who claimed to have some information about the Progenitors, but what was supposed to be a simple chat turned into a wild chase around town hunting down two crazed new vampires who took her target hostage. It ended up being a huge bust; she managed to stake and kill the two meddlesome vamps, but her target was so spooked by the whole thing that he fled into the woods without saying a word. Beck sighed and put her fingers to her temple. What a waste of time.
As she rounded a corner off of the main street, she saw a person she’d never seen before. Just across the next road was a young woman with jet black hair, who seemed maybe a bit distressed. Beck took a few quick strides toward her; maybe this night didn’t have to be a waste. “Excuse me! Miss!” Beck called to the mystery woman, waving an arm to get her attention as she continued speed-walking toward her. ”Do you have a moment? I just want to ask you something.”

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Sooo I just now realized Massachusetts has really strict gun laws ‘^^ which kind of ruins Beck’s whole character, among other RP details. So uh can we say that after vampires were discovered a lot of gun laws were relaxed particularly for exmilitary? I hate to bring it up at all bc it’s a political thing that I don’t even like but, for the sake of the story and it’ll bother me if I just pretend this makes sense in context of their laws now.

Evren and Aava

The story of a territorial Nøkken and a 600-year-old vampire in the wilderness of 17th century Finland.

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That sounds okay to me, but definitely talk to Hayli when she gets back.

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@unicorgi I don’t think Hayli ever approved your character because there was something wrong with your alignment, which is why you aren’t in the character tab. :/

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hello i slept in
it seems it is me who is the square

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Deep in the woods on the outskirts of Redhaven, a vampire gazed into a compact mirror. The face that looked back was unfamiliar; Evren saw the dark eyes of a tall, gaunt man with hollow features, ebony hair, sunken eyes and defined cheekbones. He had a short, straight nose and a pouty mouth, and a pallid complexion that looked prone to bruising. He had no facial hair to speak of, but his eyebrows were nicely shaped and he had nicely curled lashes. It was quite an androgynous look, to be sure; looking at this manufactured self in the compact mirror gave Evren a tinge of nostalgia for something lost as he looked again over his features, gently touching his face as he admired himself.
Snapping the mirror shut, Evren began the long walk into town. He was several miles away, but a bleak dawn had only just broken over Massachusetts, and it would be several hours until the greyish-periwinkle fog subsided from these woods, and several hours before quaint Redhaven was truly awake. He was quite happy for the long walk; the immortal abhor urgency.

A sturdy but weathered VW bus sat dormant in an empty lot between a dollar store and a resale shop. It had retro little curtains drawn and a reflective sheet of metal inside the windshield to keep outside eyes from spying within.

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@Cio@SamaraJayne96@vertigh0st@Aleranicus@Eviledd1984@Kidd

HELLO EVERYONE!

The RP is starting TOMORROW at NOON!
Be there or be SQUARE!

@yoyohayli will be back as soon as possible. Wish her well until she returns I'd like us to take the RP a bit slow; still have fun and stir drama, of course, but if we could just stick with 'rising action' I'd be very appreciative.

Evren and Aava

Catholics, Lutherans, Calvinists. Evren found it hard to grow callous to war. He walked aimlessly through the forest, just east of the Bay of Bothnia where he’d left a small fishing boat and a few bloodless corpses on an empty beach. Fingertips traced unmarred skin and the vampire clenched his arms in front of his chest, feeling suddenly short of breath. Jagged, malformed scars covered old wounds just beneath his ever-changing visage, and as he wandered north into the Finnic wilds, his centuries-old injuries gnawed at his bones and wracked his whole body with pain, as if trying to open anew and tear through his form to destroy him. He thought the free cities would be safe, until riot broke out in Donauwörth during a peaceful procession. He considered fleeing to Dänemark, until he learned that their Lutheran king was lusting after war just as badly as every other European lord.
In the midst of it all, the Swedes had built an empire that encompassed all of Fennoscandia. Evren’s body physically ached for the solitude of the Norse woodlands in a last-ditch effort to find relief from a war-torn world. The war may reach the Swedes, sure, but no power could truly tame the whole region; it was vast and mountainous, lush with forests and lakes teeming with the oldest magicks, older even than the shifting vampire who thirsted for them.
His shaking legs carried him to the edge of a small lake, surrounded on all sides by forest with distant mountain peaks just visible over the treetops. He fell gracelessly to his knees onto the muddy bank and drank deeply from the glassy water. Evren wasn’t sure if vampires had genuine need for water as a human might, but his dry throat persuaded him so. Taking deep breaths as he pulled back, Evren let the water settle so he could see a reflection of himself. He was tall, pale and a bit gaunt with tired blue eyes and thin lips. His curly dark brown hair was cropped short to his head, barely hanging over his freckled forehead. He had tried to look like a Norseman, though in truth he didn’t know how to look like much more than a pale German peasant. Hopefully it would be a close enough approximation that he wouldn’t rouse suspicion from whatever humans he encountered.

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@yoyohayli I completely understand! I’m so glad you’re okay now!!