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| Malceure | Jan 20 2008, 08:00 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: Checking my Private Messages, I saw a request to make a vampire RP from quite a while ago. With that, and the fact that Black Paradise was left open, I shall now make a new vampire story, without any references to Death Note!
 Throughout the centuries of mankind's reign, many mythological creatures were spawned forth from the human imagination. Whether it is because humans have a need to be hunted, or are simply facinated by what they believe is "impossible", legendary beasts with fantastic powers have always been within the fears of mortals. Of course, in the night, when a person hear a stray footstep, one simply brushes it off as "the wind" or "my imagination". Little did they know that their many frightful stories would take the form of flesh and blood. With the cruel reign of Vlad "The Impaler" Tepes over Transylvania, an uncountable amount of mortals were, as his name would apply, impaled grotestly. He found great pleasure in their deaths and their blood, and the great evil within his heart was never satisfied. Even after death, Vlad's great hunger for victims lingered on, until the sins of humanity had become far to great for the world itself to take. Centuries later, his influence would take the shape of a black mist, one of which will stain the human memory forever more. Humans had become greedy and immoral, so much so that crime was a common sight of the streets by the end of the 18th century. Once the vial of mortal sin had reached its peak, a black mist began to surface throughout the world. As the air cleared, those with the purest and most easily influenced hearts became the very embodiment of evil: vampires. And what became of their loyal, canine companions? They were transformed into werewolves, taking on human form by day, and a beast-like form by day. There was no back door, no escape route when acquiring this disease; there was only a renewed life thrusts upon themselves. After a few hundred years later, in the 22nd century, their identities were finally revealed, and the human have been in pursuit of these bizarre beings ever since. As vampires and werewolves became more and more dominent in the surface world, these cursed beings took to the Underground: a great chain of bases built in case of another nuclear war. This was there new home, as though their abilities are unique, human technology and numbers was far too great for them to assault. Yet, humans have already found several Underground bases already, and the only place that is safe is to coexist with humans. With many rules and regulations, vampires are slowly pulled into the culture of mortals, acting as though they are not what they truely are. Species Humans: The dominent species on Earth, those who have not been effected by the black mist defend themselves by using advanced technology. Now-a-days, a human soldier can be fitted with metal implants and employ the use of genetic engineering. Any part of the human body can be augmented for better combat, including enhanced strength and steadiness of hands. Along with their enhancements, humans also have a versatile arrangment of weapons such as the electrical impulse pistol and the ion harpoon. An average human lives to about 120 years old in this era, regardless of their gender. Vampires: Vampires are a being that is neither living or dead; a crossroad between the beginning and end of morality. As such, Vampires can live for 1,000 years, provided they drink the blood of the living once every 48 hours and are not killed by a human. However, a vampire may need to drink blood more frequently if they use the Blood Arts, a dark magic practiced by the wealthiest of vampires. A Blood Art ritual is simple; One carves a circle into a surface with any sort of tool, and then draws a particular design onto a surface with their blood, the ends of the design meeting with the circle drawn previously. Along with this, a vampire is inhumanly strong, fast, and agile. A vampire's source of blood does not matter much, though drinking the blood of rats and other lesser beings is a sign of a begger in vampire society. Vampires may eat human food, but it does not satisfy their hunger for blood, often resulting them in experiencing withdraw syndromes, much like an alcoholic. To commemorate their creator, Vlad Tepes, every vampire is given the same surname. Werewolves: Once the pets of humans, dogs and wolves were influenced by the black mist in such a way that they were given a human form. However, their human forms are not always perfect; sometimes they still possess the ears or tail of a wolf. This is usually corrected as the werewolf matures, though extreme levels of stress or unconsciousness can reveal their true forms. This form in question is a hybrid of a wolf and a human, and can be accessed at any time. However, using this form, though even more powerful than vampires, it can only be used for a few hours a day, afterwards leaving the werewolf completely drained of energy. A werewolf in their human form has great speed, strength, and agility, though not on par with a vampire's, and have heightened senses, the older of their species sometimes possessing the coveted "Sixth Sense". Unlike vampires, werewolves cannot live on blood, and must eat human food. Though equal to vampires in the Underground society, they are often teased for their short life spans, of which being exactly 66 years and 6 months, and their origin being from mear canines. Character Creation Name: Age: Species: Personality: Appearance: Rules 1. No god modding. 2. No constant hitting/dodging. 3. No killing other characters without permission. 4. No unprofessional behavior. 5. No vulgar assaults towards other people outside of the story. |
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| Malceure | Jan 20 2008, 08:00 PM Post #2 |
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Name: Voltaire Tepes Age: 264 Species: Vampire Personality: Voltaire is often very quiet, usually not expressing his opinions or suggestions unless called upon. He is extremely submissive, and will usually do follow the orders of anyone, though the reasons why are unknown. Futhermore, Voltaire exceptionally kind to a person regardless of who they are, and is always seen with a gentle smile across his face. However, he often radiates a cold and unnerving feeling towards humans, werewolves, and vampires alike. Appearance:  Voltaire is in a coffee shop, sitting at a round table as he watches someone at another table in the distance. It is a beautiful, young, human woman he is observing, and his eyes do not leave her as she goes about her day, his smile ever present. It has been the same for a few years now, yet he does not introduce himself. He simply watches her, as if protecting her from himself. |
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| Kokiriki Kirby | Jan 20 2008, 08:35 PM Post #3 |
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Name: Blane Wolv Age: 24 Species: Werewolf Personality: A sneaky individual, Blane is usually seen watching over other people, that is if he is seen at all. A master of hiding, his face seems cursed to never smile, and his eyes give a sincere, yet menacing glare when he looks at you. He also gives a menacing snarl when angry, or threatened, flashing his razor sharp teeth. Is a skilled fighter, with his martial arts skills bested only by his stealth. Appearance: when not in his true form, he wears a red T-shirt and a black leather jacket, black pants, white sneakers, and shaggy crimson-red hair. Wolf ears are also still seen on him. As he watched Voltaire stare at that woman, as he did every time, Blane hid his face behind his newspaper, watching Voltair and the print on the paper at the same time. "It seems that constant pattern of Voltair and that woman is showing no signs of changing" Blane silently said to himself. |
 To create one's own fate, to see all mankind kneeling toward one's own presence, to live life with one's very dreams and goals coming true before one's eyes. That is what I yearn for... That is what I dream. | |
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Jan 20 2008, 08:42 PM Post #4 |
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Name: Wolfgang Brandt Age: 32 Species: Werewolf Personality: Quiet and a man of few words, but bold, loyal and truthful. Living in poverty for most of his life has left him extremely grateful for virtually every luxury he posesses. Appearance:  Sitting on a street corner with a tattered hat and cloak being his only source for warmth, Wolfgang stares into the street in deep thought. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Twilight Sage | Jan 20 2008, 10:46 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: I remember Black Paradise. Those were some good times. And I can't blame you for Death Note references Mal. It's a good show. Name: Lycan Tempes Age: 263 Species: Vampire Personality: Hostile towards humans and werewolves, but kind towards fellow vampires. Appearance: Dark green hair, violet eyes, black coat, shirt,fingerless gloves, pants, and shoes. Lycan enters the coffee shop and sits down at the table. He orders a coffee and patiently waits. |
  Top one is by Crash, and the bottom one is by RunawayRed. Thanks to the both of you! | |
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| Malceure | Jan 20 2008, 11:03 PM Post #6 |
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Voltaire took little notice of Lycan's presence; he was much to enthralled with the young woman. But, he had not the heart or courage to even speak to her, and that has been their relationship for the past couple of years, despite her not knowing it. |
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| SMBEffect | Jan 21 2008, 01:52 PM Post #7 |
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Name: Hiroshi Yamen Age: 17 Species: Vampire Personality: Hiroshi is a little too social with the human race. While feeling tempted often, he finds them facinating. He dosen't like being a lone most of the time, prefering the presence of another individual. Often very freindly and helpful as well. Appearance:  Hiroshi sat in the same coffee shop, talking with two freinds. He felt a strange presence in the room, but shoved it off. |
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| Kokiriki Kirby | Jan 21 2008, 05:17 PM Post #8 |
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Blane kept his gaze at Voltaire and the paper, but soon began tiring of this pattern Voltaire kept continuing. "I suppose if this pattern won't end on its own," Blane said to himself while setting his paper down, "I'm going to have to help Voltaire put an end to it." Blane then got up from his seat and walked slowly toward Voltaire, unaware that tragedy was soon to strike. |
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To create one's own fate, to see all mankind kneeling toward one's own presence, to live life with one's very dreams and goals coming true before one's eyes. That is what I yearn for... That is what I dream. | |
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| mossad | Jan 21 2008, 05:21 PM Post #9 |
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OoC: ...Funny name for a vampire. |
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| Malceure | Jan 21 2008, 05:23 PM Post #10 |
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Voltaire watched as she left the coffee shop, and stood up as he prepared to follow her. He seemed to care only for this one girl, though the reason why is not yet explained. |
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| Kokiriki Kirby | Jan 21 2008, 05:42 PM Post #11 |
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As Voltaire walked to follow the girl, he was unaware that another presence was following him as well. Blane, using his stealth, began following Voltaire, keeping a safe unrecognizable distance from Voltaire to keep a close watch on him. "Time for a little recon to begin this deed." Blane said to himself. Unfortunately, tragedy was now closer than ever, as everyone remained blissfully unaware of it. |
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To create one's own fate, to see all mankind kneeling toward one's own presence, to live life with one's very dreams and goals coming true before one's eyes. That is what I yearn for... That is what I dream. | |
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| Malceure | Jan 21 2008, 06:00 PM Post #12 |
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As the girl walked down the street, she looked back suddenly. However, Voltaire, who had been following her before, had dissappeared, and thus she simply brushed it off as nothing. |
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| Kokiriki Kirby | Jan 21 2008, 06:10 PM Post #13 |
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As Blane saw this recent display, he decided it wasn't his business to meddle in this. Suddenly, he noticed Wolfgang sitting in the street corner. "Maybe I should get a closer look at this strange character" Blane said to himself. Then, as Blane began walking toward Wolfgang, he heard a loud sound to his left, and as he turned his head to see what had happened, all he could see was hundreds of pounds of brick from a falling building 4 feet from his face... "No" Blane said as his bones were crushed by the weight of the bricks. |
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To create one's own fate, to see all mankind kneeling toward one's own presence, to live life with one's very dreams and goals coming true before one's eyes. That is what I yearn for... That is what I dream. | |
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| Malceure | Jan 21 2008, 06:39 PM Post #14 |
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Voltaire walked up to the pile of bricks that had now assembled onto the street. He wielded a small knife that he had kepted within his suit coat, and began carving a faint indention of a circle in one of the bricks. Looking around to make sure no one was watching him, Voltaire pricked his hand with the knife, and drew an entricate design onto the brick with his blood. When he finished, the design began to glow, and soon after the bricks dissolved away into the air like sand. |
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| Kokiriki Kirby | Jan 21 2008, 06:53 PM Post #15 |
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Blane then sat up from the ground in great pain and despite most of his bones being broken, stood to face Voltaire. "Thank you" Blane said softly, and turned to walk away as if nothing had even happened. |
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To create one's own fate, to see all mankind kneeling toward one's own presence, to live life with one's very dreams and goals coming true before one's eyes. That is what I yearn for... That is what I dream. | |
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