Breaking Lines - [Vampire rp]

[dragontamer363]

The story

The town of Little Wendigo has usually been peaceful, if dull and steeped in folklore, but recently events have stirred the townspeople into frightened cnversation and even panic. Townspeople have been picked off in increasing volumes - some attributing it to a serial killer, wild animals or something more sinister. The reality is that it has been infected by a vampire menace, and some humans have begun to investigate.
However, vampires are not supposed to make themselves so obvious to humans, and retribution will come in many forms....

Vampire checklist

In the rp vampires are...
*Bloodsuckers that can (if they choose) survive on animals
*Have painfully venomous fans designs to partially paralyse their victims upon biting (this is what 'sires' new vampires also)
*'immortal' (although vampires that are mellnia old show signs of ageing in their fragility)
*allergic to sunlight
*Weak to holy items of the religion the vampire belives in/ culturally brought up with -
*Eyes display feeding habits (crimson/dark = hungry & fed)
*faster & stronger than average humans
*can occasionaly have ONE special ability
*sire humans

In the rp vampires are not...
*sparkly
*made of stone
*telepathic
*able to reproduce
*able to have stupidly powerful abilities (eg flight)
*able to transform
*able to heal instantaneously (tiem and blood is required)
*weak to garlic
*able to reproduce

Vampires can be killed by:
*long exposure to holy items/chants etc
*decapitation
*burning on an annointed pyre
*permanant dismemberment
*destruction of the heart (usually by surgical removal/burning)
*starvation
*extreme poisoning/removal of the blood

vampires are incapacitated/seriously harmed by:
*extreme old age
*silver bullets
*fasting
*poisoning
*bad injury

Characters

'bad' vampire, 'good' vampire, helpless human bystander or human vigilante? You decide..


-Character Sheets-

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Home: (the town -all lifwe or just recent, an outsider, etc, inc nationality)
Appearance: (description)
Personality:
Motivation: (if taking part in battles etc, what motivates your character. good, evil, revenge,etc)
Occupation/Past Occupation: (esp if human)
Skills: (practical, mental or supernatural. Note- supernatural skills are restricted/must be approved)
Weaknesses: (practical, mental or supernatural)
Weapons: (esp is human- please no insane weapons)
History: (bio)
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photos of whitby
for reference since i got bored :p








 

[dragontamer363]

Characters



http://jiuge.deviantart.com/art/while-your-lips-are-still-red-92786640

Full name : Drake Cromwell
Gender: Male
Age: Born in 1516 (turned when 20)
Home: English nationality (live din York). Has lived in America for the past 200 years. Has only lived in the town of Wendigo for over a month - as soon as he arribved the killings began.
Appearance: Short and somewhat messy blue-grey hair on a relatively athletic build that has the feeling it is not fully grown into itself yet. he seems to be caught mid-growth spurt: He is relatievly tall at almost 6 foot with long limbs. his boyish appearance is belied by his eyes which show his age in thier uninterested detachment. When he focuses they show intelligence but are often difficult to read. his eyes are perpetually either scab-red once he's been fed, or almost completely black when hungry. A lack of self control means that when he starts to feel hunger, he is ravenous. He dresses in loose undefined clothes, usually mirroring what has been solidly in fashion for a couple of decades. At the moment it's normal jeans and white shirts. However, in his accessories his age shows through in antique styles or items. He is often grubby, as he lives outside and unless he is on a hunt he rarely change sout of his bloodstained clothes.
Personality: Drake's personality is always seemingly second to his carnal motivations. his instincts draw him and he doesn't try to argue with them -whereever they lead him. Initially -when he was first turned- he viewed himself as a monster and to keep himself sane he tried to detach himself from what he was and so made no effort to fight his hunger for blood. soon he was ruled by it, and hsi personality seemed to fade away almost completely into nothing more than a personification of such instincts. Over the decades, he regained some control - mostly through the lesson of self preservation after suffering under some human vigilantes - and scratched back a personality. The new man he became was cruel to those he views as inferior (namely humans and the 'good' vampires who tortured him), embraced his insticts whoelheartedly and was determined to have fun. Snapping apart from the social norms, he became essentially insane - but he still retains the intelligence and wit he was born with. He lives to feed with teh ferocity fo a drug addict.
Motivation: Drake is motivated by his thrist primarily. He has spent too long under it's heel and in all pursuits of life is now motivated and pulled along by his insticts and carnal needs. in short - he does what he wants. he has been 'caught' by humans and otehr vampires befor ein his life, and his suffering under their hands has given him a motivation of revenge and contempt as well.
Occupation/Past Occupation: previously a memebr of a noble family - he has a small military career before being turned. now he is a nomad - wandering. he finances himslef through stealing form his victims.
Skills: intelligent, usual vampire advantages. His skill is that he is seemingly very difficult to kill and has a high pain threshold.His speed is impressive and betetr than hsi strength.
Weaknesses: His hunger is maddeningly consuming and he is a slave to it, to an extent that is unusual to all but newborn vampires. he feeds like its his first kill. He was brought up a Catholic christian and so he had an aversion to holy items that is more extreme than many other vampires (even protestant vamps). he cannot venture anywhere near the mass alter etc.
Weapons: His fangs. Otehr than that, he tends to improvise.
History: he was born into a noble family in Tudor England. As a young man he fought in the pilgramage of Grace as a rebel alongside his father. As the rebellion fell he was captured. His father was executed and he was imprisoned. It was in the prison that he came across a vampire who sired him, promising their escape if he would serve him. Drake and the vampire did escape and Drake served him (although he dispised the service) until he was able to also slip past his master and escape. on the run he came to terms with his vampirism and gave himslef over to the thirst.
His large thirst gave him quite a reputation in england over the years, and soon a group of high-up vampires who killed more discreetly were after him to trya nd control his exposing feeding habits. they caught him, tortured him to teach him a lesson, but left him alive. it took him a long tiem to heal, but as soon as he was able he took the first boat to America in order to escape the country and start anew. in the New World he began again, and aside form runing foul of a few religious slayers he lived a largely well fed and unintterrupted existance as a nomad.
bored with where he used to live, he now has roamed into Little Wendigo town and is 'having fun' by picking off the villagers with almost no attempt to hide.
Other:



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Full name : Tristen King
Gender: female (vampire)
Age: Appears 20 – was only turned 2 years ago
Home: Brought up in England until age 13 then moved to America. Has been living in Chicago.
Appearance: Tristen nis naturally a red-head and has the skin complexion to show it: pale with freckles across her nose. Her hair is dyed blue and long, tied into thick deadlocks and usually tied back. She’s a standard height of around 5’ 4’’ with green eyes. She wears an ecclectic mix of clothes, usually an attept to gain repsect with older vampires by wearing tehir style of clothes. Often it’s a punky mix of waistcoats, ruffled or silky shirts and torn up jeans. She has a lot of jewellry that never seems to match and most fow hich looks homemade, and has a nosepiercing and snakebite lip piercings. Her body language is a little odd and fidgety and there’s something disjointed that pops up in her eyes quite regularily.
Personality: Tristen is a confident and headstrong, if often wary, young woman. She embrace dthe vampiric lifestyle and was taken into the powerful network of ‘official’ vampires quite quickly. She’s very intelligent and creative and interested in the occult, and vampirism has given her quite a few abilities. She’s extremly perceptive. She’s suffered from Artistic hypomania her whole life – so she’s clinically insane. This only got worse as she was sired (her sire also knew this and intended it as he was part of an ‘insane’ sect of vampires). Her Hypomania –when it strikes- creates a high and obsessive creative inspiration and manic need to express it. Her energy levels get high and she suffers from mood swings. She can cpmpletely lose control and go completly mad. When she ‘crashes’ from this state of mind she can show physical twitches and liekly gets addicted to something. Usually this is alcaholic blood. When she draws, she sees things no otehr people see. This, linked to her occult interest can sometimes be practically prophetic or telepathic. Occasionally her creativity also makes her come out with some odd turns of phrase or perceptive comments.
Motivation: Tristen has grown somewhat tired of the politics of the vampire clans in chicago – especially as she was forced into acting as a double agent for two lords. She’s trying to catch a break, but was only allowed to leave on the condition taht she look out for breaks in the ‘masquerade’ – ie vampires that are killing too many too obviously. After teh stroies of Little Wendigo, she’s decided there’s the perfect place to get a holiday. Her motivation on life is to get more credibility in teh vampire world and gain power.
Occupation/Past Occupation: Dropout student and artrist.
Skills:
*Gunmanship (sniper speciality) – Tristen got into soem bad crowds in her youth and so has a great skill in using guns
*Percetiveness – Tristen is gifted with an unusual and very perceptive way fo seeing teh world, to near-supernatural levels. This is especially when she draws.
*Occult knowledge – she’s in tune with teh occulta nd can actually sense/see /communicate with spirits occasionally
*Ambidexterous
*vampire strength and stamina. She specialises in perception and being able to conceal herself in shadows
*malkavian mind network – her clan the ‘malkavains’ are all insane, and through blood bonds and insanity are all linke dot each other’s minds. Being young and inexperienced, Tristen can only recieve messages
*has teh restraint and abilities so she can feed of humans without killing them, though it’s always touch and go because of her low self control.
Weaknesses:
*she’s insane and easily compeltely obsessed to her art where it becomes a frenzy
*she’s insane and so finds it hard to blend in and can irritate other vampires and actually pose a danger to herself and otehrs around her at times.

Weapons: Sniper gun, twin handguns, dagger and a bulletproof jacket if need be. Her fangs.
History: tristen was brought up in england – the daughter of an acclaimed artist and author for a father and successful businesswoman for a mother. At 13 her motehr got a promotion in america and so they moved there. She is very intelligent, but she always failed in school because of her inabilityt o focus and her obsession with art. She mileld around and was often truent and fell into a gang of older teenagers where she learnt to use guns. They usually used her for graffiti and kept her around for a laugh and her skill with a gun. She chopped and changed colleges in an attemptt o get art and english degrees, but never finsihed.She was never diagnosed with hypomania, but it got worse as she got older. She was soon sired itno a vampire, and dropped out fo human life altogetehr to be loyal to her ‘clan’ in the competitive world of official vampiredom (led by the worldwide organisation known as the camirilla). She occasionally phones home. As a vampire she’s made allies and mistakes. She’s recently found herself entangled in a rivalry between vampiric lords one in her hometown chicago and one operating from Las Vegas. She was forced itno acting as a double agent – as a new and weak vampire she coudlnt’ argue. She sought a break away form all this, but has been asked to report on the status of Little Wendigo.
Other:



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[oh man this picture is ooooooooold. I must draw him again one day]
Full name : Aridas Jones-Dracula (Goes by Aridas Jones)
Gender: Male
Age: Born in 1698 so 311. Looks 22
Home: Whitby, England (has travelled all his life, and lived a majority of it in America. Is now making his rounds around Europe.)
Appearance: Almost-shoulder-length curly/wavy brown hair. Completely white skin (or so pale it's pretty much albino white), pointed ears, vivid green eyes (natural), a set of 8 fangs (4 top 4 bottom. Longest ones are the canines. the others are shorter versions of the 'true blood' ones). has a fairly round face but with the classic vampire cheekbones. Isn't especially tall at 5' 6'' and doesn't look particularly strong. Has a scar on his upper arm where an old wound was cauterised. Dresses in blacks or red usually in order to 'fit in' with the gothic-freak identity he's adopted so the mortals will accept him as human. he enjoys that this allows him to keep his traditional fashion sense of open baggy pirate-shirts and calf-high boots. Always had a gold ring with a ruby-and-jet gem in it taht holds the emblem of a bat.
Personality: Aridas is generally a loner, and can be prickly to people who invade his space uninvited, but that isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy company. He thrives in preforming to people - his 'job' as a Gothic musician acts as his cover - and can be friendly, he just doesn't trust people and is prone to get self concious (which he protects hismelf through by going on an offensive). That said, he has a genuinely good heart and is making an effort to be a better person.
he scorns vampires on a whole - hating their society. Because of what he is and his extremely high generation, many more powerful vampire seek to diablarise him -ie gain his power by drinking his blood. Many others see him as a freak of nature and want him to be killed for it, or are allied to Dracula who similarly wants him dead. Mortals, however, he likes, and he'd prefer to spend time in their company, if they can get past his appearance.
Motivation: Aridas always feels out of place with the world and victimised by the vampire councils and act such always acts to resist their power. Primarily, however, he just wants to live a peaceful life and possibly get revenge on Dracula.
Occupation/Past Occupation: When he was human he worked ferrying messages and goods between the mayor of the town and the local 'legalised' pirates the man employed. Now, as a vampire that has recently come out of the woodwork, he works as a performing musician, usually haunting gothic bars.
Skills: Aridas is a seeming impossibility in the vampire world - the result of his father impregnating a mortal. (this was possible due to the vampire virus still being inherently demonic in him rather than a classic vampire evolution due to his high generation and siring by the original source- blah blah blah). At any rate he was a half vampire child and was later sired by another vampire - making a curious mix of concentrated vampirism in his blood.
Essentially, his body remained human in every respect (in both weaknesses and advantages), however the vampire in him has expressed itself in an affinity with vampiric 'magic' and an alarmingly potent bloodlust.
- he can walk in sunlight
- he needs to eat/drink etc but also feels warm to the touch etc
- he can use 'Dracula esque' 'magic' --> he can walk up vertical surfaces/dangle off the ceiling, can turn into bats, manipulate the wills of animals and even some mortal/vampire minds, with great concentration he can try to read minds. this magic is fledgling with him - he feels he has almsot unlimited potential in it,but he's still inexperienced. his less than impressive phsyical prowress also hinders him.
- he's notoriously difficult to kill if he has a blood supply nearby
Weaknesses:
- he's essentially only as strong or fast as a human (which is somewhat pathetic compared to most vampires)
- he must eat normal food and sleep
- he must drink blood and cannot stop himself form killing his victims
- Holy items of all types harm him, regardless of whether he believes in
them or not (though those associated with protestant Christianity are more harmful)
- he's extremely claustrophobic
Weapons: He has a katana form his travelling around in japan half a century earlier, and knows how to use a handgun. Otherwise his main weapons are his teeth.
History: Aridas moved over to America when he was 4 years old, alongside some of the earlier colonists. He was a b*****d child to his mother within a family of 4 other children, after she had been raped/seduced by Dracula. She brought him up as her own, though his alarming physical appearance meant he was generally ostracised and bullied growing up. He fantasised about teh adventures of pirates and highwaymen, and even tried ot dress like them - a private love he still keeps. As a teenager he finally managed to get a job actually delivering messages and organising smuggling betwwen the pirates and the mayor of the town. however he was soon struck down by a vampire. form then on hsi life changed he woke up some days later to find he'd been buried alive (hence the clastraphobia). he's suffered some trauma trhoughout his years - especially when he finally met his true father and ended up getting used by him in a ritual. Now he travels and is trying to make something positive of himself

Zizzykitty's character



Full name : Judith, doesn't care to remember her last name (nicknames: Judy or Jude)
Age: turned at 24
Home: born in New York but considers Vegas her hometown(moved there at 8 )
Appearance:Very fashion forward, Judith is always dressed in the newest, hippest clothes, always looking for that next "big thing" in fashion. She is relatively short at 5'2" with platinum blonde hair cut asymetrically. She has large round dark green eyes with a somewhat round face. Judith is very curvy but has a large scar running from her right hip bone to right underneath the breast. She also has long legs and small feet.
Personality: Judith is very outgoing, very flirty. She knows the power of femenine charm and some cleavage and uses it very much to her advantage. She tends to be superficial but not stupid. She can certainly think on her feet.
Motivation: Judith battles for personal gain, sometimes thirst
Occupation/Past Occupation:Vegas showgirl and burlesque dancer
Skills: Judith comes with the typical vampire advantages but she's very quick and light on her feet. Extremely flexible and can usually squeeze herself through a tight spot. Can talk herself out of most situations.
Weaknesses: Along with the vampire weaknesses(sunlight, holy items, etc) she's got a weakness for money and handsome men.
Weapons: She usually just uses her body as a weapon but if she must she carries a small pistol with her that over the years she's learned how to use very well.
History: Judith was born in New York on April 15, 1931. She grew up in a rich area but moved to Las Vegas with her father in 1939 at the age of eight. She grew up in the town amd was courted by many men for her beauty. When she turned 19 she decided to use her assets and became a showgirl. She became very successful, always with the most handsome men. At 24 some of the other girls became jealous and tried to kill her by letting her bleed to death, thus the scar. A vampire came along enticed by the smell of blood only to find a beautiful girl. They decided rather than to kill her to instead turn her. The vampire left her in the alley after biting her to instead look for other victems. Judith woke up later to find that she was a vampire; she craved blood and was immediately off in search, forgetting for one her appearance. She has come under control of her urges now fifty years later even though she is still considered young by vampire years. As a human she didn't eat very much anyway, always worrying about her figure and appearance so her thirst as a vampire was not as strong as it may have been otherwise.
Other: [I accidentaly named her in the wrong decade. It was too late to change one I realized though. Once a character has a name for me it just sticks.]



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Full name: Mason Bentsen (Nicknamed Poi-Poi by Lillin, he used to be in a band and Poison was his stage name)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Home: New York, New York
Appearance: Tall, just over 6 feet. He has piercings in his ears (gauges in both ears and an industrial in the left), right eyebrow (his right, your left) and tongue. Mason has messy jet black hair with neon green streaks in it and green-ish yellow eyes. He's got lean, wiry muscle so he doesn't look as strong as he is. Dresses like a punk.
Personality: Mason is the typical guy. He likes loud music, girls, and punk rock. He tends to be bullheaded and stubborn, though not necessarily looking for a fight he won’t back down if you try to pick one with him. He is generally good-natured, although dimwitted at times, so as long as you don't get on his bad side he’s pretty amiable.
Motivation: Protecting Lillin
Occupation/Past Occupation: Unemployed. Used to be in a band but they broke up.
Skills: He plays the guitar and does a bit of singing. Never trained in martial arts of any kind but from growing up getting into fights with other kids he’s learned how to do it.
Weaknesses: As much as he denies it; his weakness would be Lillin, also intense logical thinking, never a talent of his.
Weapons: He didn’t come expecting a fight so he brought no weapons. He’ll probably just bludgeon someone with whatever he can find.
History: Mason was adopted; he doesn’t remember much of his childhood other than he got into scraps with other children a lot. He wasn’t necessarily a troubled child; he just didn’t get along with the other kids very well. Of course the only logical solution to a ten year old boy who doesn’t like people is to hit the person until they no longer have a problem with you. He became infatuated with punk rock in his teens and made friends with “those” kids. Once he had some friends he was much easier to get along with; even though he still made people nervous with his Mohawk and tough exterior. When he was 16 he started a band with some of his friends and managed to gain local fame; sadly the band broke up two years later when Mason got caught screwing the lead singer’s girlfriend. Whoops.
In the mean time, about a month before his band breaking up Lillin saw him at the mall one day when he got his tongue pierced. He saved her from drowning in a fountain and she immediately started to investigate him. Mason was a curious boy and she wanted to know who he was. She started stalking him, we assume she had nothing better to do, and finally Mason notices a month later after the band has broken up. He talks to her a bit and they just clicked. They moved in together and are happy.
And now he’s ended up in our town following Lillin who has moved here for her job.
Other: Lillin sometimes will amuse herself by crossdressing him. When his hair was long she would curl and brain it to make him “pretty”

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Full name: Lillin
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Home: Kansas City originally but spent most of her teens traveling.
Appearance: Lillin is short 5’5”-ish which now that I think of it isn’t that short but compared to Mason she is, and of more compact build. He has black hair that fades into dark red tips that’s about shoulder length and purple eyes. She loves color and if given the chance will make outfits with every color of the rainbow, but Mason doesn’t let her.
Personality: Lillin is very happy-go-lucky. She thinks more in the here and now rather than in the future, though we are wondering if she is smarter than she lets on. She’s really off the wall, spacey, not really all there at times. She rarely gets angry but if she does then she becomes violent. Lillin enjoys being around people, basically she’s adorably weird.
Motivation: Protecting Mason
Occupation/Past Occupation: Self Proclaimed Private Investigator
Skills: She’s got a variety of circus-y skills, such as tightrope walking, juggling, and some knife throwing.
Weaknesses: Mason, though she is proud to say it; he just gets embarrassed. Also directions, written or verbal, she will get lost.
Weapons: Throwing knives. They weren’t brought with the intent of using them as a weapon; she just gets bored and plays with them for fun.
History: Lillin was born in a family with a very strict government working father, and a mother who died in childbirth. She had tutors and went to private schools as a child. When she was 10 she ran away from home after her father didn’t show up to her piano recital. When she ran away Lillin wandered the city, completely and utterly lost. Somehow she managed to make it into the fair grounds where, lucky for her, a circus happened to be in town. She joined them, mostly due to the fact that she refused to leave, even as they were closing and packing up.
For seven years Lillin traveled and learned the finer arts of the circus. They stopped in New York and were given time to “vacation” and check out the city. Lillin wandered around and, once again, became lost. Somehow she ended up in a mall and was window shopping until she saw a head of neon green hair. (at the time he had a long neon green Mohawk) Due to the hair and how he was dressed she decided to follow the decked out punk peacock! As she followed him mindlessly she had intentions of talking to him, until a needle went through his tongue. Startled and freaked out, Lillin bolted and tripped into a fountain in the Mall courtyard, nearly drowning. Luckily our punk-y peacock was there to save her.
For a month or so Lillin stalked him, having been left behind by her troops after saying her goodbyes. Finally Mason noticed and talked to her. Suprisingly, they hit it off rather well, aside from the obvious personality differences (opposites attract, we suppose), and she has been living with him since then.
Now they are moving to our lovely little town for Lillin’s new job.
Other: She also has juggling balls with her, I don’t know if they’d really be considered a weapon though she will throw them at people sometimes to get their attention. Since she’s been traveling with a circus for years she forgot her last name (not that she really cares); whenever she’s asked for her last name she makes one up. It’s usually long, complicated, and changes every time you ask.  

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Full name: Koko Shukah
Gender: Female
Age: Born in the early 1800s (turned at 26)
Home: Koko is part of the Blackfoot tribe that lived along the Missouri river. Now she often changes location-going where ever her desendants go. Currently has lived in Wendigo for 18 years.
Appearance: Long raven hair and wears more 'modernized' native clothes.
Personality: Kind hearted and gentle, but can be a bit over protective.
Motivation: Good-Family
Occupation/Past Occupation: Past life-gatherer/medicine making and Current life-shop owner that specializes in natural remedies and native crafts.
Skills: Intelligence that comes with age, normal vampire bonuses, wonderous tracker and excels in stealth and agility. Easily befriends animals-especially those of the carnivorous types. Also keeps technical skills she has gained sharp so she can alter her personal information when needed.
Weaknesses: Sunlight
Weapons: fangs, Hunting Knife, Sling, Poisons she makes herself
History: Daughter of a well respected warrior/hunter of her tribe and also the sister of Igasho who was equally well respected. Her people eventually came into contact with the white men as settlers traveled west. One night a carriage of all things stopped by in the night. The driver who seemed dazed open the door to a stranger who's skin was as pale as the moonlight. Koko was immediately spell bound by the man's beauty while many of her people were frighten. She made herself responsible for caring for the man's needs and after a majority of the tribe was asleep she went off alone with the man....Dispite the language barrier Koko felt he understood what she was saying somehow. It was then the man revealed his true nature.......Sensing something was wrong Koko's brother rushed out and fought the man off after following them. The stranger laughed as he glanced one last time at the young maiden he had sired before retreating. In the morning it was discovered that the sun burned and caused great pain to Koko and that regular food no longer satisfied her. The tribe healer could do nothing for her. Koko starved for two days and night until finally she went mad with bloodlust and drank the blood dry of her father's horse. When she came to her senses she became afraid of herself and fled. However her brother and father found her and through much difficulty she began to learn control her urges. She even became a night watcher and protected her people in the dark hours. But she couldn't protect them from a new illness that spread that was brought by the white man. Her brother laid on his death bed and asked her help take care of his wife and children.

Koko took that promise one step further and devoted herself to watching over her brother's branch in the family tree. The bloodline now comes to Fayt and his parents whom she acts as a close friend of the family. She runs a small shop in the town and uses the story of being allergic to sunlight to explain her reasoning as to why she never goes outside. To keep an eye on Fayt she hired him as part time help. The shop has large windows that are kept closed with heavy fabric. Koko has only to keep clear of the opening of the door which can be easily avoided. Fayt and his family have no idea what she is or that she is a great aunt on the mother's side of Fayt's family.

Recently though tradegy has struck-Fayt's mother became a victim in the sudden killing in the past month. Which makes Fayt the last of the bloodline in her family....at least the last human one at any rate....
Other:
Name means 'night.'
Keeps two German Sherpards-Bly & Yoki.



Full name: Fayt Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Home: Wendigo
Appearance: Just your average day teenager.
Personality: Fun-loving, kind but a bit lazy. Dreamer
Occupation: Student/Part-time job at Koko's shop.
Skills: Average teenager smarts, artisic in both drawing and music
Weaknesses: Common human weaknesses, girls, math.
Weapons: Whatever is around at the moment....
History: Fayt has lived in Wendigo his whole life and is an only child. He has worked in Koko's shop for a couple years and senses that there is something.....different about her and its not just her allergy to the sun. However he keeps that to himself since he views her as a close friend. He has also developed a bit of a crush on her.

Sadly he has recently lost his mother under horrible circumstances.
Other:
Is Koko's very great nephew, but he doesn't know-yet. Loves Bly & Yoki and often takes them for walks during the day.
His family is catholic.
Wears a crusifix given to him by his mother which is tucked under his shirts.

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Full name: Samantha 'Sam' Nome
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Home: Little Wendigo
Appearance: She tends to have a tom-boyish appearrance....wearing jeans, baseball caps, and likes to wear t-shirts and her favorite jacket. Has green eyes and short red hair.
Personality: She tends to put on the tough girl act around everyone but is secretly a romantic at heart.
Motivation: Family
Occupation/Past Occupation: Employed at the family owned auto repair shop.
Skills: Great at fixing cars-making her a bit of a grease monkey, plays the guitar, and has a nasty right hook....
Weaknesses: Short temper...comes with the tough girl act and enjoys love stories
Weapons: Fists and army knife
History: Sam and her family has lived in Wedigo for who knows how long. She the only child so she's decided to not go to college and continue the family business with her dad and uncle. Her family lives just a few houses down from the Jones and treats Fayt like a little brother.
Other: With help from her dad and uncle she's been working on fixing up a motorcyle to call her own.



Full name: Patrick Nome
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Home: Grew up in Wendigo but moved to L.A.
Appearance: Average height for a man, blonde hair, hazel eyes
Personality: A romantic, dreamer, and a gentleman. Basically a knight in shining armor....that is if he had the armor and a white horse. He is also a bit playful and enjoys a good joke.
Motivation: Family, his dreams
Occupation/Past Occupation: Pastry Chef at a fancy restaurant but work like to open up his own place like a bakery or a cafe.
Skills: Cooking, Making Coffees, Martial Arts, Singing, Guitar, Dancing
Weaknesses: Sweet-Tooth, Implusive
Weapons: Fists
History: Patrick grew up in Wendigo and is the youngest of three brothers. At 18 he ran off with his high school sweetheart and got married. However it ended in divorce 3 years later. He was engaged a few years later but called it off when he discovered she had been unfaithful on several occasions. He misses his hometown and has visited periodically to visit his favorite (and only) niece, Sam. Recently he's been considering moving back which will be determined by his extended visit.
Other: He was actaully a big influence in Sam's life dispite not being around all the time, and loves to tease her about the stories when she was little and said she was going to marry him.

Mechanics hold little interest to him.  

[Zizzykitty]

[May I ask what the time period of this is? I'm thinking of making someone who was turned in the 40s or 50s if I've got my time period right in my head, need to do some research first, but it won't make any sense if the town is in a fantasy landscape that's set in a more rural time.]  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Zizzykitty

[May I ask what the time period of this is? I'm thinking of making someone who was turned in the 40s or 50s if I've got my time period right in my head, need to do some research first, but it won't make any sense if the town is in a fantasy landscape that's set in a more rural time.]

Judging from the image of the town I think its taking place to the current date.  

[Zizzykitty]

Oh, duh
-facepalm-
I totally didn't notice that image was there. sweatdrop
Thanks Moon. I'll get working on my character then. :3  

[dragontamer363]

Yep it's a present day rp smile

and since most people here are from the states it's set in america, although i do apologise if I get things wrong with the setting.  

[dragontamer363]

(Great characters Moon, can't wait to see yours Zizzy :3)

10pm - Wendigo

Night hovered over the town of Wendigo, joined by a heavy mist that could only be relieved by a storm that was inevitable. Drake stood in a narrow alley that seperated two houses and their gardens observing the thick buzzing humidity feeling the air held. He wondered how long it would be until it rained. He often enjoyed the rain - this part of America had always been too warm for his tastes, and a change in the weather was a much rarer occurance than the weather he had been born into. Furthermore, rain meant cleanliness. the shirt he wore was caked in the now-dried blood of his most recent victim - an older woman he had come across when she wandered back home from a late-night's shopping trip. She was stressed and had wanted a nice fresh of breath air. It had been her last.
His train of thoughts wandered over the memory of this last victim and he withdrew a torn out page of a newpaper he picked up that morning. An extra memorial service would be held for the woman later in the week - some publicity gesture to motivate the town for information of her killer and the murderer of the others. His black eyes scanned lazily over the photo provided of her - smiling on a holiday or a family party of some description.

"Fayt Jones."

he murmured, cocking an eyebrow at the unusual name. it had been a while since he knew his 'cattle's names. something unpleasent stirred brifly in his chest and then dissapeared. he let the newspaper drop from his fingers and closed his eyes. A faded memory of his early days of vampirism beckoned to him but he ignored it. He wouldn't be that weak again, he would not pretend he was human - that he cared.

He winced as something stirred in his gut and twisted like a fist. It soon felt like a knifewound that coursed through his blood. This was more farmiliar - the Hunger. He had been thirsting in his mind for many days now: a twitching inescapable ache of an addict. Now his body had caught up with his desire and cried out for sustinence.
Delay the gratification, enjoy the realase even more. he told himself with a smile. he exhaled.

"Today."

He turned form the alley and began to make his way towards the local bar.Only a few more hours and he would be able to pick off any drunken wanderers.

"Time to feast."  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

((Thankies))

Koko stared up at the moon from her apartment above her shop. It was one of the few things that hadn't changed since her transformation so many....many years ago. A sigh escaped her when Bly and Yoki came and nestled up to her. She stroked one dog and then the other. Bly whined and nudged her.

"A wallk.....at this hour?" she asked. Bly whined again and the tails from both dogs wagged. Koko smiled at her pets.

"You're spoiled you know," she responded as she went to fetch their leashes. The dogs followed closely behind her. Chirper barks escaped them as they pawed the floor. "Just a couple blocks-then its off to bed with you."

She went slowly down the stairs. Her vampiric strength a blessing against being pulled down by the large dogs. Locking the door and glanced up at the night sky and breathed in the fresh air. Perhaps the walk would do her some good to.....

Elsewhere, Fayt was also staring up at the night sky from the safety of his room. Saddness filled his eyes as he thought of his mother.  

[dragontamer363]

Drake soon reached the bar and secluded himslef in the shadows. Two dumpsters were lined up, and dispite the unpleasent smell it was his favourite place to lurk. Music was playing, but the styles of music had changed so frequently nowadays that he didn't recognise a single tune. The repetative beat irritated him - it was just noise with no thought to it. He leant against the dumpster and waited. he wanted very much to go inisde and enjoy the alcahol and atmosphere - it had been a long time since he had talked to anyone. But he was a grubby bloodstained mess (he had even lost his shoes recently), and if that wasn't enough he knew that at this time the locals woudl be suspicious of strangers. he closed his eyes and tried to focus on soemthing else but the hunger. The smell of stale beer, human hormones and the delicious stench of human sweat washed over him. He winced, his hunger manifesting into a headache as well as a cramping gut-ache.
Hurry up you morons..
he willed. He knew a couple fothe locals would have been in here since the early evening, they woudl be drunk but he doubted that they would leave for a lng while yet. Nowadays people had been told to walk in pairs whenever possible...he began to wonder if he could take down two people or more at once. He had doen it a few times before - but he had never managed to execute the kills fast enough to stop them uttering at least one scream. group killings were risky like that.

He drummed his fingers against his jeans and continued to wait. after perhaps half an hour he heard raised voices in the bar -another female. she screamed some obscenities at who she was with and stormed out, swaying a little. a man ran after her, attempted to grab her arm and plead with her and she hit him across the face. Drake ducked deeper into the shadows and smiled as she stormed off alone into the darkness. the man stood impotently before spitting and returning to the bar.

Showtime.
He gave her soem space and then, silently and quickly, started to walk after her - keeping in the dark, his head low and his eyes fixated on her. his Hunger screamed and he revelled in the pain now he knew it would soon be quenched.  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Koko could hear the blare of music of the bar even from this distance....and combine that with heighten senses-well, she felt she wass practically in the bar.

She never could understand why humans could tolerate such volumes combined with massive drinking.

Bly and Yoki paused suddenly. Their fur raised on their back and they emited an angery growl. They started barking furiously-pulling on their leash. Something was wrong-that was easy to tell. Koko allowed her strength to give just enough that she would let them pull her along whereever it was that they wanted to go.....  

[dragontamer363]

[argh..i had a nice post all practicaly done, but then my antivirus updates combined with windows updates and they decided to gang-rape my computer and it freaked out and crashed gonk grr..start again haha]

Drake watched as the woman headed across the road and further into the town, passing into a wooded path area. He easily matched her heeled footsteps - his bare fet making no noise at all. He didn't register any pain as the pads of his feet tore into the loose tarmac of the road - he was completly fixated on her scent. She smelt furious and drunk, and he could hear her heartbeat. Where he had first been attentive to outsiders around him, many kills and the intensity of his current desires made him lazy in that respect. he only gave his surroundings a cursory glance. His isnides and head screamed in hunger and the desire for something more from this woman also occupied his already burning blood. He could have his way with her, but it was too risky: for one he would be unable to prevent her screaming and for the otehr his hunger was so intense he doubted her could last long enough even to begin. he bit down on his bottom lip in frustrated impatience, drawing blood through his fangs. His own blood was unappealing and only made his Hunger scream more.
You left it too long.. he told himself, practically keening in desperation, closing the gap. But it had only been a few weeks - less than that even. He lost track. Nowadays it felt as if his mind needed the bloodfix every day, and his body was swiftly responding to the habit. He needed more.

The woman reached the thickest part fo woods by the path, clearly away from otehr humans. He knew the town well by now - this layout was perfect. Without warning and with a quickness remarkable even for vampires, he leapt at the woman. He knocked the wind out of her in his attack and before she could even gasp out a yelp he had his hand around her mouth and his teeth deep in her throat. She attempted to scream and writhe away form him, but he held her strongly stiff, tearing into her throat with the ferocity and frantic need of a ravenous animal. Scremaing became impossible as the injury suffocated her. Drake fed.  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Koko was continue to be dragged by her two compantions towards the woods. The scent of blood came from somewhere.....causing her own hunger to stir but she fought against it. The scent was of the human variety. Perhaps the murderer from recent events had struck again.

Insticts griped her as she once again took a strong hold on the leash and she hushed them. Bly and Yoki went quieter but remained aggitated.  

[dragontamer363]

Once he was finsihed Drake sighed and sat back enjoying the satisfaction of being fed. Gradually his eyes turned from completly black to the scab-red crimson he was accustomed to. Nowadays he couldn't even remember what colour eyes he had once had as a human - it had been close to 500 years, give or take a few decades. He remembered his father's eyes had been brown...
He wiped the blood vaugely form around his face and licked it off his fingers, staring blankly at the woman's cold body. With a nonchalant grunt he kicked out a leg and sent her rolling down the slight hill into the trees below. He didn't bother to hide the body - there was little point.
As he sucked a finger he wondered vaugely about fingerprints. But soon he discarded the thought - fingerprints were only useful if one had the owner of them in custody. Since he didn't plan on being caught, there was no need to worry.
Reluctantly, he stood up. His mind was oddly clear now that he had fed, and his body physically relaxed. he to a step back into the trees, unenthusiastically hdiing himself, and mused over the emptiness in his head. He had nothing moe to do - nowhere to go. he lived to feed, and while quenching his thirst was satisfying in ways no mortal could belive, the absense of his hunger left a hole. All of a sudden, it felt like he was drifting. He was lost.
Fatigue descended on him gradually and he didn't fight agisnt the drifting feeling. For a few moments he stood silently and looked up with hollow eyes at the moon.  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Bly took to sniffing the air and howled. Yoki soon followed his lead. Koko was forced to yank the chains and hush them again. She sensed something....someone was out there, but she wasn't sure she wanted to face whatever it was just yet. Although, no doubt her dogs had already alerted what was out there. She tugged once again on their chains.

"Home," she gave a blunt command. Perhaps once the dogs were home she would return and investigate further.