The Grey Dust

Ascension of Gods (High Casual)

Is there still room?

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If we start making creatures of shadows or other kinds of OP creatures, I call dibs on making Cthulu

@Catchphrase

You can have your Cthulhu.
For I shall be Hastur, the King Clad in Yellow.

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"I wanna start a fight!" The vampire DJ egged the entire bar scene on. She was immune to it all, but the battle drummer of old, filling the ears with the march of war. On and on the music droned, the beats and rhythm to the nodding of her head as her headset rocked the chorus around her ears. The lights and fog machine were dimmed at her controls, her fingertips playing the keyboard of the bar as clarity came to all participants. The mist lifted, letting Solider see their enemy, and their enemy see them. Dozens of vampires, against a mere squad of Four Solider members? Well given they were with a vampire that could easily overpower most at the bar right now, the numbers would not be in their favour. Plus there were the bystanding humans which would certainly support their vampire acquaintances, and must be fought too. Yet innocent blood would be shed tonight, and blood drank by the stone floors. Perhaps it was ironic then that this fight began quite literally with the first drunken shot.

Peace was shattered in an instant. The veil drawn by Rin's revelation of who they were. While at first the tensions at the bar was simply to dispose of these poorly disguised hunters, getting the name of Solider out and about was sure to spell death for all involved. And so it was, that a few vampires dropped dying, vampires laid together with their human supporters. Killed by Rin's gruesome possession and the cruel betrayal done to exorcise her control. The body count was increasing on the losing side, but certainly for every enemy the killed, more would rise up and take their place, it was after all their bar. How would Four solider members and a traitorous Vampire get out of this one alive? They should have just continued to drink their questionable mixed drinks and highballs to do their recon like normal people. Scope the place out for an operation later in the month. Return with keen intel on the tactical layout, the regulars, the patrons, and most of all the owner.

Yes, certainly surrounded now from all sides, even with the transforming werewolf and two more vampires from the outside joining this sudden frenzy of the four B's: bullets, blood and blades, and beer. What on earth possessed such outsiders to come in? Even the human Mafioso who decided to show up tonight of all nights. Caught in the crossfire between vampire and humans, to the point were he would find himself assaulted by two vampire punks, seriously punks by clothing and appearance, to grab him and take him as their prisoner or snack. That being said a man of his blackhand would keep themselves armed no? Which is to say the least of the vampires who were not allowed to bring weaponry into the bar. Well only one weapon was allowed to be carried by a vampire in Du Lac. And only one vampire possessed that weapon. The music faded away, just as the fight began to escalate. But worry not for a new tract played:

The New Song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bud743iJMsQ

The cracking of the pool bottom signaled the loungers upstairs to the battle below. Those who had already seen the commotion had long since left the pool, taking on clothes to venture down to join the action or flee by the upper causeway outside into the balcony. It was a night to never forget, and certainly the bar would be destroyed by the end of the night. But alas, it was night. So the night calls upon him, or rather the panic button pressed underneath the bar, which alerted the chain of command to alert him. Arthur King of Britons was long gone, dead and gone, but his legacy was not lost. For his Lord Marshall now rules in his stead, waiting for a return to Camelot, and Avalon to ferry them to the utopia he sees. So the glass cracked at last, shattering into the pieces and shards upon the dance floor with its vast amount of water soaking everyone below with the cool refreshing waters and fizzling out the circuits above to kill the lights and the music which began to scratch itself repeating the lines of chorus over and over again. As the DJ franticly attempted to restore order.

Yet order would be restored by the darkness which emerged from the cascading water. A shadow, a form of a man, tall and stately, walking as one may take a stroll through a conflict zone. His shoes stepping over the glass bits and bleeding bodies beneath him, far beneath him as his umbrella tapped the floor twice as he passed by towards the bar. Dressed sharply in a black three-piece double-breasted suit, which, was still dry compared to everyone else in the bar with rightful lordly airs, approaching the bar with each show-stopping step taken. The bar gravitated towards his sudden appearance, his pallor skin, long ghostly hair and judgmental red eyes. The older vampires looked away, some trembled, while the youngers were stopped in shock and awe. This was him, the Lord of the Isles, Owner of the bar, and the Old Codger himself: Lord Bedivere. And he did not look amused at all as he struck down the barkeep with his closed black umbrella with a wicked blow to the temple.

"What a way to Welcome our guests to London." Plainly stated as the bar seemed to grow darker still, the lights dimming as darkness pooled around them, sourced from the umbrella which had smited the bartender dead where he stood. The Lord was displeased at the state of his bar, this ruinous slice of sanctum destroyed so easily and for what? Walking behind the counter now to pick up a bottle of something sealed well upon the top shelf and pouring himself a sniffer of the blood-brandywine as if ignoring the rest of the crowd which still waited for his next statement like children. Sure Solider could take this time to shoot, or the rest of the stragglers do something about it, but was it really wise to do so? Now in the ever growing darkness after all, the old blood was no fool to let his guard down even if it was to a bunch of humans and a wet dog. So they would wait, unless they wanted to die just like the bartender who summoned him here too late.

"Well, carry on then, you may continue killing each other and destroying this place, after all I have a very good insurance policy on it. However I would suggest to Solider and the rest of you that they lower their weapons and listen well." There it came at last, stern as a schoolteacher which had just reprimanded a bunch of rambunctious children at recess. Letting the message sink in, and perhaps the darkness grow even heavier as his dark suit began to meld into the shadows of the bar around him, Bedivere sipped at his incarnadine drink before continuing, "Consider our options here Sir Varomere," the Elder poured out another glass, and gestured to it for Mithias to take, and began to pour another for Rin. "Solider has sent five members into certainly start an international incident between the UK and this little group of vampire hunters and vampire-hunting vampires. Four Pawns and one Knight for this old Knight? Yet certainly I'd would be willing to wager that this little showdown here will not go without consequences, for you see, there are four natural options remaining here."

"The First, of course is that your Solider group here slays all witnesses before word gets out of an unprovoked, unsanctioned, and unlawful attack on human citizens of the UK. And of course I mean every witness. The mangy Mutt and humans included to keep your secret mission a secret from the Local Authorities." The first move explained, like a chessplayer feeding his opponent their moves and the fates that shall become of them as Bedivere calmly sipped his drink."

"The Second, would be to retreat and flee while you can, returning to Solider, and leaving us to report the attack, Solider becomes branded as a terrorist organization, and there is a high likelihood that Solider will deny such claims to preserve their false front as mere peacekeepers than hunters. Thus to cut their losses, they shall abandon you and your squad as rogue operatives, and leave you to the whims of being hunted by the rest of the world. For four pawns are expendable after all, in the grand scheme of the game."

"The third, and perhaps my personal choice, would be to join me, well at least you Sir Varomere, may join the proper side of this extraneous vampire and human conflict, and... Lady Omahasit is it? Forgive me, I only had time to briefly read over the dossier we had on file, you may also join, with or without your human meatsuit plaything. And perhaps we may continue to enjoy this fine bottle and discuss the future as old timers may, these younger vamps and their cohorts never impress me enough as company. Oh and I suppose your human companions may leave with their lives, as I am feeling rather generous tonight at the prospect of gaining two allies. I would gladly trade 3 pawns for a bishop and a knight. The dog can even join us for table scraps if he's house trained..."

"And of course the last option would be... Death. And the mongrel will make for a nice throw rug when I finish the redoing the bar." A smiled curled across his lips, devilish and wily, wit darkly glinting in those crimson merciless eyes. The darkness was ready devouring the bar to the point were it became difficult to make out the clear lines of where something began and ended, and certainly Bedivere has set his empty glass upon the counter as he began to draw his blade from his umbrella. He had finished tasting blood so far, now will Excalibur be the next to drink it?

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@The Grey Dust

I can work in some history for the last two-thousand years.
And a tank? I said it weighed as much as a tiger, dude.

Anyways, I get that it's a real nasty, and like a killer beast folks will want it gone. Thing is, it's a personal enemy. It would pick on one character at a time, making itself their personal nemesis. I won't say kill them, because honestly, it's not as powerful as you think. It can be a real nightmare for someone that has no tactical sense, but with a little elbow grease and the right kind of offence, it can be beaten by a single character.

Case in point, its latest fight in the Arena. Take a gander. I'd say it would have a fair bit of trouble taking on more than one strong vampire at a time.
By the way, this is a good chance to read the book after looking at the cover. I'll include some of its other matches after the one it died in, so you can get a real taste for its actual strength and personality.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92268-nergal-summons-the-magna-pater/ic

Note: The combat roleplays beneath this line aren't for the faint of heart.
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http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/88749-ghosts-in-the-darkness-ruby-vs-shashous-throth/ic

Note how in The Soil of a Man's Heart, I gave Edrik a very good warning of the looming threat so that he could prepare his character for round #2 (which he never showed up for, because you know, us Arena types easily forget about unranked matches when a more important roleplay pops up). He had many days to think up a game plan. I like creating an intense story, an experience. Winning the fight isn't a top priority.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/89624-the-soil-of-a-mans-heart-edrik-pedrone-vs-shashous-throth/ic

@Doc Doctor

That's entirely the point. It seems like a character set best in the arena. How would we interact with it outside of the Moby Dick? Outside of being a common enemy, despite picking off enemies one a time (given that reduced power you would submit by lowering the prodigious spawn rate of its minions) it would still be considered a major threat just due to its presence as a "monsterous" vampire, rather than one that blends into the public. And since It doesn't seem to have a political pull, it currently may be treated as a feral vampire since it has no clear distinction its domain of control. I suspect solider would keep tabs on it, although only focus on it should it act out since it would seem to be a rather horrific public terror.

I mean to use the word tank not in the sense of the physical tank, but the metaphysical concept, as in a "bulwark." Sorry for the confusion. That being said it is physically monstrous enough to encourage extermination. Maybe even for sport. That being said, what do you plan to do with the character? Since you have yet to answer this main question posed since there are few logical interactions I can see happening.

As Roman mentioned, this thread is about the fine line of coexistence between the characters and factions. Failure to maintain the brinksmanship would result in total war breaking out and I'm not sure if Wraith wants a complete and total war... Yet. Certainly we'd eventually have the climatic showdown I'm sure but until then most of the thread can build tension with a few skirmishes and interactions here and there until we reach a natural breaking point.

Wraith will throw in some GM opinions. I'm primarily worried about adequate interactions, plot building and reasonable balancing.

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@Doc Doctor

And no, it's not just you, I'm this critical with all applications, if you look at my previous posts in deciding if a character is to be accepted or not since I'm tasked to be the impartial judge foe setting the balance of things and keeping the rp semi-realistic with respect to the line of events and structure of immersion.

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@The Grey Dust

But the lineage is known. It is its own lineage, which has always been around. I guess the very first Magna Pater was simply hatched from the fires of creation?
If you want the full history, good luck. Waaaay too many events to even begin describing. I gave it a history, a relevant one that's easy to understand. It lives here, it eats here, everything hates it. What more could possibly be needed?

No idea what you mean by "balanced design". I don't recall identifying it as a boss fight. It doesn't play by the rules of other thinking beings. It's a patient killer that bides its time, singling out one victim at a time to personally and intimately antagonise over a long period of time.

I say it has a fair bit more to offer than pointless two-bit romances between pretty faced palies that grew up in fine clothes and in fancy castles.

@Doc Doctor

So you are creating a new vampire line, which of itself requires the origin of the line to be made relatively clearer than it just was, is, and will be. You give me 2k years of history, important events happened in that time period in the world, and unless your proposed cosmic horror is inactive all that time, it should have some sort of history. If not a slice of its origin, will suffice and what it has done all this time up to this point.

It is a giant monstrous beast vampire that's 14 feet long and about the weight of a tank. And this is its normal state of being, Solider will send in the big guns to kill it. hence, though you do not believe it is a boss fight, unless you can integrate it seamlessly into this rp logically, it will become a boss fight since it is the most powerful thing on the board if accepted as is. Hence, regardless of how you intended it, it makes no sense for us to just let it sit and fester.

Ergo, I must ask, since you brought it up, what does it offer the rp? If not the boss fight, how did you intend on playing the character without objectifying it as the common enemy? See the part I don't understand about this character is that there is no room for character growth via character interactions making it rather flat since who wants to interact with something that merely eats things? It has the personality and goals of a singe celled organism. There is no backstory, no higher motivations beyond personal needs, no real reason for it to be considered a non-npc. Unless you can find it one and someone to play along.

I mean I suppose you can go the Moby Dick route, but that's between you and your Ahab.

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The Magna Pater

Name: The Magna Pater

Aliases: Salmu Pulhu (Sumerian), Shasheuss-Throth (De Vermis Mysteriis), The Sleeper of the Clandestine

Gender: Male

Species: Elder Horror, Primeval Vampire

Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Goals: To torture and eat any living things it comes across. No more, no less.

Age: 2,047

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. It has four claws on each forepaw, with the middle one being eight inches long and capable of slicing through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a dripping maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top, accentuated by long, crinkle cut ears. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is over eight feet long. The tail is fourteen feet. It weighs in at about two-hundred and ninety-five kilos, as much as a Siberian tiger.



Abilities

My Hider

~Limited flight. Due to its wingspan and body weight, it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.

~Ectothermic: It's body temperature adjusts to match its surroundings. It can withstand the hottest or coldest environments.

~Tremendous strength and speed, the likes of which dominate the animal kingdom.

~Keen hearing and sonar. It's echolocation has a maximum distance of 6,700 meters and can detect objects moving at half the speed of sound. Its hearing is so good it can locate a victim even through miles of dense forest and with its back turned. Anything faster than its echolocation it can sense almost instantly via air pressure gradient.

~Heat pits: Can detect the heat of organisms.

~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like a vaccuum. It can also squirt or spray blood and bile. The bile is not highly acidic.

~Natural weapons: Its teeth and claws are composed of a complex chitin and protein polymer, harder and sharper than a Humboldt squid's beak, which can pierce modern body armor. The Magna Pater's bite force is superior to what a Nile crocodile can exert. Its tail has roughly 90,000 muscles, flexible enough to delicately pick up small pebbles, and strong enough to accelerate to whip-like striking speeds or strangle large creatures.

~Can squeeze into any opening that it can fit its head through.

~Capable of entering a state of metabolic stasis which can last for decades. It retains spatial awareness during this "hibernation" and can awaken at will.

~Sense of smell: It can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey.

~Intelligence: Is far more clever that it looks. It has nearly two millennia of experience as a highly prolific interdimensional serial killer, can grasp (but not speak) all languages, and never makes the same mistake twice.

~Can quickly regenerate from wounds by consuming blood and flesh. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much is consumed, I.E one pound of food to replace one pound of damaged tissue. It can selectively heal different parts of its body.

~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar, and can easily stop bullets of the highest caliber.

~Its body mucous and saliva contains anticoagulant, cytotoxic, and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis, unstoppable bleeding, and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head, ranging from several minutes to several seconds. It is immune to its own toxins.
The viscosity of the mucous can be regulated, allowing the Magna Pater to be extremely slippery or adhesive.
The mucous functions also to mask its scent.
It can convert and excrete up to twenty percent of its body weight in mucous. It becomes significantly faster when empty, and can regain the weight by eating.

~The Alpha:

Special Ability

Though it would never allow its young to live unless driven to desperation by an immense threat to its existence, for it is a selfish thing that dislikes sharing its hunting grounds, it is able to impose its will upon its brood of lesser vampires via shared split-consciousness. By forcefully breeding with another organism, it can produce in one month a litter of four juveniles. The juveniles mature after a single month and become fully capable of killing and breeding, weighing at that time around 100 kilos each. The brood will never grow to more than 200 kilos. Each one can have a litter of four young, and can breed with as many victims as are available. Any sort of living organism that weighs at least seventy pounds, male or female, can be impregnated.
At such a rate the number of mature brood would grow exponentially as follows, assuming the lowest estimate of each one breeding a single time per month.

Month One- The Magna Pater breeds and the young emerge.

Month Two- Five mature brood counting the Magna Pater.

Month Four- Twenty brood.

Month Six- Eighty Brood.

Month Eight- 320 brood.

Month Ten- 1,280 brood.

Year One- 5,120 brood.

~Malocchio:

Special Ability

It may use its "true eyes" by shutting down its other senses. Before it uses the Malocchio, the intended victim(s) will have a brief premonition of the danger to come. Those who see the true eyes will, each time they go to sleep, enter a trance and begin moving in the direction of the Magna Pater, wherever it may be. They will awaken at the time they normally would, such as a few minutes for a nap and several hours for deep sleep. It also allows the Magna Later to see through the eyes of its prey at any and all times, even at the same time if there are multiple victims. By using the Malocchio on one who is already cursed, the victim's sight will be replaced with that of the Magna Pater's until it deactivates its eyes.

It is a passive curse that has no immediate negative effects unless the victim is entirely under the influence of the Magna Pater's hallucinogens, in which case the victim will immediately lose their mind from fright. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will feel an intense fear which escalates in accordance to the strength of the already terrifying hallucinations.

Looking into its "true eyes" for too long can result in the victim's body becoming riddled with cancer at a later period in time, I.E developing prostate and skin cancer two years after the encounter. It takes roughly seven seconds of eye-to-eye contact (does not have to be constant) before the dormant cancer cells begin taking root.
The Magna Pater can only keep the Malocchio active for at most sixteen seconds, and cannot use it again until the same amount of time has passed. As an example, if it only uses it for ten seconds and then deactivates, then it must rest its eyes for ten seconds.

~Those that are consumed by the Magna Pater whilst cursed by the Malocchio have their consciousness eternally bound to their physical state of matter. They gain a horrific form of immortality, doomed to live on forever in boundless agony as inert particles bequeathed unto the earth, lost to time and memory beneath the weight of the ages.

(A lesser, juvenile vampire)

Behavior: The Magna Pater is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night.
It may be called if one completes a forbidden ritual detailed within the ancient tome of black magic known as De Vermis Mysteriis, but nary a being would consider doing such an obscene thing. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find toddlers and infants, but it is shy and despises the light. It prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available.

("The dark side of life, and the horror of it, belonged to a world that lay remote from his own select little atmosphere of books and dreamings.")

It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive until its malformed young are birthed. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment. The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. A variety of lifelong physical complications and psychological ailments can stem from a meeting with it and it never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the Magna Pater consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.


(Drawing found in the desk of ten year old Vidya Singh, who went missing in Kanpur, India, two months after claiming to have seen a demon in his backyard.)

History:

Once in a millennium is a creature born, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The progenitor of monsters, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. It is the alpha of its virtually nonexistent subspecies, devouring its own normal young at birth. Only when the lone alpha dies is a new one conceived. It travels far and with little preference, drawn to whatever realm has foolishly called it via black magic. Its race has seen and ended more civilizations than there are stars in the sky. In Sumeria it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which countless sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. Like each Magna Pater before it, it wields the unique capacity to share the sight and manipulate the will of its subspecies. It treasures the world, but only for the sadistic pleasures it can derive from bringing pain and grief to other living things.

Though it lingers not permanently on this planet, it is anchored here during times of inactivity. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, the bones of children, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

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@Doc Doctor

Very bad balancing on the powers and abilities.

First it is a phoenix which cannot truly die, therein it seems like a character which cannot be removed by any
means. The only method of death is metadata where the roleplayer no longer continues to rp, at which we cannot quite kill it off.

Second it has an quadrupaling rate of minion generation with any living thing of at least 70 pounds (please stick to either metric or customary, you switched from kilos to pounds, hence from mass to force) which in 2k years, it would have amassed probably more descendants than there are people on earth.

Third, you haven't addressed weaknesses sufficient to balance the creature to the point where it is blatantly OP, hence I assume you wish to play a powerful, world changing vampire, yet offer no backstory and logic as to why it was allowed to live this long if indeed it is the OP threat you make it to be.

Fourth, as much as I love hovercraft as much as the next cultist, I'm against interdimensional cosmic horrors here, unless you want people to start playing as primeval vampire gods that predate this world.

Also, I am familiar with your level of roleplay Gonad, if I'm a bit cautionary it is because the OPness is quite open here and I'm trying to judge maturity levels in usage of powers and abilities, but since you have not given me more than lazy blackboxes, I'm going to have to assume these powers are going to be used indiscriminately through the rp without regard as to how it will impact the larger scale of things.

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@Wraithblade6

If every time the Magna Pater rises, it eventually gets put down, how is it that it comes to rise again?: That actually depends on who killed it. The player that kills it can choose a way for the fresh, young replacement to enter the world. Naturally it won't just pop up out of the corpse only to die again, and it certainly won't just teleport somewhere safe to grow strong and experienced once more. It's something to be worked out, for the sake of fairness.

Why is it so difficult to kill?: It's difficult to kill permanently, yes, but keep in mind that the new Alpha would be far weaker than the original. It would be smaller, entirely inexperienced, and far, far less ferocious. One could capture it and lock it up for good, without much trouble if they were strong enough to beat the previous Alpha.

Where did it come from?: It's always been. Whatever's beyond that, is a mystery.

What are it's origins?: Mystery again. It's been places, certainly, but its deep past is unknown and unknowable. It's a primeval vampire, a pure monster in and of itself.

Does it have a cult following?: Not a chance. Not even the most extreme cultists would try to worship this bad boy.

Certainly older vampires would know about it and have documented history on it: It's a dread horror.

*GOTTA SWITCH COMPUTERS SUDDENLY, RESERVED FOR LATER*

@Doc Doctor

No.

You must have a clear origin of being. A Blackbox is highly inappropriate here. The backstory is important here since it creates a sense of history of the vampire in a global setting. That being said you have a monstrosity that hasn't been killed in 2k years by any of the elders who are far older than it, save for perhaps Dracula who died early. Without a known lineage, or balanced design, this is simply a one shot boss fight that offers little as a character and more as an npc encounter.

In other news, I shall most likely do my cogm duties post tomorrow evening after another round of tension in the bar.

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@DiZL ReloadeD
"Hahaha, fine i wont call you 'Alli' again. Now, Plan B. well, we need the Commanders approval to start Plan B, But I can tell you exactly what we are gonna do." she turned and made a signal to beckon Ashley over. "Ok heres Plan B. As soon as we get Confirmation from Mithias, i will make my way over to the door. The Bouncers, most likely, will stop me so at that point i will say into the mic. 'Bite me' at this point ill draw my pistol and fire into one of them, Allison, you'll be behind me and you will take out the second guy. Roman and Ash will take out the barman and any other people who pull guns on us, while Mithias will make his way across the street to a car which Sonja will be in the passenger seat with her LMG poking out the window to take out anyone who chases us out. we all get in the car and hightail it out of here." she took a moment to breath and finish her drink "Any Objections? no ok." she got out her phone and sent a message to Mithias. Covers Blown. Barman and the Bouncers know who we are. Send Confirmation for Plan B. Mithias' phone will have buzzed in his pocket at this point.

@Kurai Assassin

I do believe I mentioned there to be NO Bouncers at the club. Hence I suppose Kat's merely DELUDING and assuming there are in fact Bouncers.

Because... "Humans have Bouncers, Vampires have Executioners. Hence, Vampires know when to leave."