RedNightHunter

Battles of the loaf

@RedNightHunterhe was a gang member, I'm pretty shure I said that but oh well

@Clockwork giant

You did but I asked the question in two places accidentally.

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Hmmm... Ok sorry I didn't see that. Can you guys give description on what they look like? I do mostly casual role-play, so doing Free is a bit weird.

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The sound of a cellphone hanging up made Nia still. Someone was nearby. Moving quickly she pulled the excitable human behind a nearby dumpster. Gesturing for him to stay put she crawled forward on four legs silently.
A man in a police uniform stood with his phone in his hands. Nia stopped and looked down at her clothes. She wore ripped military cargo pants and a tight blue muscle shirt. No blood was on her. If he confronted her she would be alright from a distance. Staying in the shadows she watched him go closer to were the human hid. Acting quickly she smacked her hand against a metal fire escape denting it slightly and making a loud clanging sound echo through the night. While the policeman was distracted she moved around him and pushed the excitable human onto the sidewalk. Flipping like a cat onto the roof she peered down as the man in uniform inspected the fire escape. The dent was in the shape of a closed fist, cursing to herself Nia walked across the roof and back towards home. She had just given him evidence of her existence.

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Let's do this guys!

@Clockwork giant

Hey Nia doesn't kill innocents, unless his brother was a gang member. Who was his brother?

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It was late a night, and I was tired as hell. It was well after my shift, but someone had made a call about a struggle in an ally, it the aria of a searise of murders, one of which was my brother. I had to check it out. As soon as I walked in, the smell of blood hit me like a truck, and low and behold, another dead gang member in a dumpster. Same markings as usual, scratched acros the face and wrists, and the two markets on the neck. By now I was shure it was a vigilante, as no normal citizen would hide the body, and it wasn't a regular serial killer, because they were always known rapist, or murderers. I made a call to HQ letting them knew we had another one, before hearing talking a little ways away. I had to investigate.

@Clockwork giant

Wait, what? She doesn't kill innocents. That wouldn't be Nia if your character's brother was just an innocent bystander.

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Her kind look for mates, although the females can't get pregnant their is a blood ritual that will change a young child to have their parents genes when they are old enough to be fully changed then they become vampires. Nia is the last of her family to not have a mate and she is lonely. Looking for a suitable mate will be a pretty big priority. Should we fit that in as your character will become that? Anyway just a subplot idea.

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The human was easily excitable. His rapid fire questions amused me but what he would use the answers for worried me. His notebook was out and he popped his pen out.
Nia blinked, her demeanor calmed slightly but she was wary.
"What does it matter to you human? It is rude to ask another name without giving your own." Smirking slightly Nia sat layed out on a long box. Her lithe body although relaxed was ready to move and strike at seconds notice. She pondered as she waited for him to answer. Her search for a mate had been long and fruitless, her expression saddened for a moment. As much as she had gotten used to it with visits from her mother and father who lived only ten or so miles from her own territory she wanted a mate. Someone to share the long hours with. Her siblings had mates all of whom lived very close by, their collective territory spanned over 300 square miles with about 40 being Nia's. Her two sisters each had about 40 and her brothers found mates in their neighbors, creating their tribe lands. Perhaps changing a human.....

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Nia cocked her head to the side. Her snarl still in place but this man was weird. She blinks and snarled for real when he lifted the camera. So thats what blinded her! Moving quickly she snatched it out of his hands and shook her head. Placing it on the ground to looked back up at him. Clearing her throat she chuckled, she hadn't spoken human speak in a long time.
"What ye doin' wit' that?" Her slight long island accent shone through. "I don' like that flash.." Looking warily at the camera although she knew it couldn't flash by itself she turned to him. "I looking' for a mate so ye better get outta here this is were my territory ends."

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Nia fell over her nocturnal eyes blinded by the flash of light, she hissed loudly at whatever it was. One arm covered her stinging eyes while the other was in front of her while her sense tuned for some sort of attack. When none came she waited and slowly opened her eyes and waited for them to readjust to normal. The strange man, his scent was close by and recent. When she found a small hair on the ground she knew she was correct. Nia would have seen it earlier. Her mind raced, how much did he see? She pumped herself the fasted she could go her eyes scanning the night for him.
Bingo
Right down below her she could see him, she wasn't going to kill him so her entrance would be less discrete. Dropping in front of him she snarled angrily looking every bit the creature of the night she was. Intimidation, perhaps it could work in her favor...

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Nia stared down at the peculiar man. He was holding a notebook and shaking his head every so often like he was angry. Was he gonna hurt someone? If so she would kill him. A small patter noise to the left of the strange man alerted her. Two gang members hiding in the shadows, when the young man pass the alley they would jump out from behind and attack.
The young vampire knew this drill well, she had seen it done many times, but that was before she knew how to stop it. Dropping down in behind the to gang members she knocked them out with swift blows to the back of the neck. Tossing caution into the wind she bent down and drained the first man in a few gulps. His blood was a mixture of bad wine and heroine. She crouched over the two bodies and thought as she latched her lips onto the second one how she was going to dispose of them.