Vampires Vs. Vampire Hunters [Fantasy/Intermediate]

[DarthLoki 13]

Table Of Contents:

1) Story
2) Rules
3) Character Creation
4) Moderators
5) NPCs
6) Accepted  

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Story

The night of the Vampire is drawing to a close. The day of the Vampire hunter is starting to rise. Throughout time Vampires have been hunted, but now a new band of Vampire Hunters have taken up the calling. With this new enemy killing them in the hundreds the Vampire population quickly dwindles to almost nothing. Only a few cunning Vampires have managed to survive detection, but with more and more people joining the Vampire Hunters it is only a matter of time before they too are discovered. The Vampires must find a way to preserve their species or they will be obliterated all together where as the Vampire Hunters must find and kill every last Vampire to rid themselves of their filth. Caught in the center are the Damphires the half human/ half Vampire mix. They must choose their side wisely and it is them that could turn the tide of this war. Choose your side wisely and let the battle begin.  

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Rules

1) Follow the guild rules
2) PM me your profiles
3) Character killing is allowed, but you need my consent first.
0) I reserve the right to rule any way that I want on something and add rules at my leisure.  

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Character Creation

Gaia name:
Character Name:
Race: (Vampire, Human, or Damphire)
Bio:
Weapons: (if any)
Powers: (Damphires only! Explanation given below)
Appearance:

Damphire powers: You get to have one power that the Vampires have

Vampire Powers (do not list, just remember):
Vampiric Strength
Shape Shift (Change into a bat or mist)
Blood Lust (Need to drink blood)
Vampire Charisma (Your speaking enthralls people to unnatural ends)
Weakness to Sun (You can walk in sun, but you can not use any powers while in it)  

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Moderators

 

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NPCs

 

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Accepted

Gaia name: lycanthrope.lover
Character Name: Rayne Smith
Race: vampire

Bio: Born into the world of the undead after her mother was turned in her last trimester Rayne feels as a damphire might—drawn to both bloodlines for kinship. But the slow climb of the hunters led her to keep mostly with what could be considered her full-blooded kin; vampires. Throughout her childhood and early adulthood they kept her safe but upon the rise of the New Age hunters the Covent broke apart, its members scattering across the world. Rayne stayed in the city hiding in the shadows of clubs and bars, sleeping in the beds of those unsuspecting (as well as snitching their pockets) and taking cover from the sunlight wherever she could.

Today Rayne continues this life but has managed a part-time job at a local pub to earn her legal money as well as her pick-pocketing skills to rent a basement apartment downtown.
Weapons: She always carries a small switchblade, having inherited the human fear of rape and being jumped and such. Despite that she is more dangerous without the knife she treats it like a security blanket.

Appearance: Rayne Smith

Gaia name: Lola Lacrymosa
Character Name: Caz Flynn
Race: (Vampire, Human, or Damphire): Damphire
Bio: Caspar is a fourteen year old Damphire with a thin body and a shy mind. She is a quiet, book loving girl who never knew her father, a vampire...who her mother had fell in love with. As soon as her mother was expecting Caspar, (Who is named after the vampire) he ran away, not wanting the terrifying responsibility of being the father of a damphire. Caspar Flynn had taken the more feminine form of the name, Caz, and had a love of nature (Which is very hard to find in her city) and hung by the creek every day after school. Caz has superhuman strength for her tiny body and can easily lift things of insane weights.
She is a very smart girl, having read countless books and written poems herself. She is scared for her life, knowing that every day she risks her life going to school, with the war. She wears biking shorts, a big t-shirt, and hiking boots. (Ignore the short shirt in the picture) Her hair is extremely long, also.
Weapons: None. she is only a 9th grader.
Powers: Super strength (Even for her sports hating and frail-looking shape.)
Appearance:  

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Open, please PM me your profiles  

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is anyone interested in playing?  

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(you never put your own character profile lol)  

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The slow drawl of ‘Don’t Rock the Jukebox’ by Alan Jackson filled the dusty, smoky pub as bikers and rednecks alike drank their health away. The dim lighting of the room made it easy for intoxication to lead unwary men and women together without first checking appearances and for a few under-age teens to get a beer. Groups of people stood around pool tables chatting and alternately taking a shot on their ball. A group of elderly men sat about one of the tables swapping war stories and battle scars. Hookers and depressed men leaned upon the bar flirting and drinking with no intentions of meeting again. The Mug was one of the few rare pubs around that allowed smoking; though it wasn’t officially legal the owners had talked the local law into keeping things hush-hush with promises of free drinks to the badge.

It was one of these badge bearing men that had caught the eye of young Miss Rayne. She sat on a stool leaning against the wood wall in her work uniform; a short black skirt and white blouse unbuttoned just to display the tops of her breasts. An easy way to make tips, she’d learnt. Her chestnut hair had been pulled up messily into a clip leaving her fringe and a few strands to frame her face. Legs crossed she displayed her favourite shoes, a pair of black duchess heels. She never wore them while working at The Mug, serving in them would be murder, but to pick up an after work meal they were perfect.

Catching the eye of the officer she smiled ensuring her bottom lip disguised her elongated canines, this would be fun. Cops were more of a challenge than the other pub visitors as they had work to do, but that was all the fun. Catching her lip with the front of her teeth she collected her drink from the table beside her and took a slow sip, enjoying the crisp taste. For her kin alcohol still had the taste and a hint of the intoxicating effect alike to humans, but it lacked the thirst quenching of humans themselves. She sighed a little and set the emptied cocktail glass down before flicking her gaze to the officer at the bar. She watched as he spoke to the bartender and pointed in her direction, a smile graced her slender features. He’d reached the first checkpoint; it must have been a slow night for crime. The tender followed the man’s instructions and delivered the drink by hand to his employee.

“You’re lucky you get these free anyway,” he said to her, irritated that the officer would try to use his free tab to get laid. “Compliments of the man in blue.”

“Thank’s Jerry,” she said accepting the drink; a Bloody Mary. How fitting, she thought suppressing a chuckle as her co-worker returned to the bar. Taking a sip of the drink she fought back the urge to gag, she hated vegetable juice! But no matter, she assured herself, a chaser would be along shortly. Keeping the foul drink in hand Rayne lifted her leg from the other and set both feet flat on the hardwood floor before rising from her chair and walking slowly to the part, hips swaying to the slow beat of country music. Setting down her glass on the bar beside the officer she smiled seductively and leaned against the bar.

“Hey there,” she said softly, her voice like velvet.

Ten minutes later Rayne had lured the officer behind the old building, not really her choice of setting but it added a thrill and she was starving. A heated make out session had erupted along with rough tugging of the skin and even a little hair pulling. Perfect, she mused, the man was probably had a biting fetish himself and wouldn’t notice her feasting. Slowly she worked his way down to the base of his neck and at first began little nibbles and a bit of sucking. Hearing him moan she felt her own heartbeat quicken and she held onto him tighter, digging her nails into his back before sinking her teeth into his flesh. She felt him shiver and began to drink slowly. She’d just gotten into it when the radio attached to his chest went of signalling another shooting across town. The man pulled away quickly and giving her a kiss told her he had to go, she tried to plead him to stay but he soon rounded the corner to his car.

She stood in fury for several minutes before kicking the recycling bin angrily.

“Damn it!” she hissed and began re-buttoning her top once more. The officer had only given her a taste of what she’d desired and by this time the only men left in the bar would be fat rednecks. Cursing she walked around the building deciding that she could settle for a little more fat in her diet, if only for tonight.  

[bertas]

Caz. Caspar Flynn. Your time has come...

A frail, sweet-looking child made her way to the front of the line. Several nervous-looking people were in front of her, chattering away excitedly. Her long hair was in two big pigtails towards the back of her head, falling to her waist in green spirals, her hiking boots leaving a track of mud on the floor. She had just remembered- the horror of forgetting was shocking. She had rushed to the local Border's books and music store to recieve her copy of the new Spaceship Sagas: The Lost Planet...and she was never more excited! A poor child like her to recieve a brand new book. Three weeks' worth of allowance. It was all hers now. Weeks of anticipation...

She made it to the front and eagerly, shakingly, laid her hands on the shiny copy of the brand new book. It was gold to her. She brushed her fingers over the cover, the bold letters jumping out at her, SPACESHIP SAGAS...she was such a huge book nerd. Picking it up, she jumped.
"Hey, you done yet? We want our copy, too."

She was holding up the line! Skittishly paying for her book, she gave the $17.99 to the person at the fancy wood counter and started towards the door. She wanted to scream in happiness! One more minute, and I'll be at the creek amongst the trees, alone... but mom shouldn't worry. I won't be long, and I have my emergency use only cell.

Walking out the door and down the alley to the remote creek through the many trees, by the pathway down the highway, she had finally made it to her spot by the wide, shallow creek. Spotting some frogs and fish, and tadpoles, too, Caz never felt so peaceful. She settled down with the snacks in her backpack and a bottle of water, and began to flip the first pages of the book.

And that was when she heard gunfire.  

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((Sorry about not being in the RP as much as I would like, but I have exams right now so I can not concentrate on it that much. Once I am done with exams I will be able to concentrate, sorry again))  

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[then why'd you make it? gonk ]

Hearing a round of gunfire Rayne sighed and decided maybe it would be best to head home. It seemed the hunters were on the move tonight and she wasn't keen on being caught or shot. Closing her eyes she let herself melt away and a tiny silverwing bat fly home in her stead.

Reaching an old building Rayne settled down and returned to her human state in the doorway. Without pausing to see if any noticed she unlocked the door and pushed herself inside.  

[bertas]

Caz's heart jumped and she started to shake. Immediately, she packed her backpack with her water bottle, books, and poetry notebook. Her hands were trembling. She got up, heart and mind racing with thoughts and a weary pulse.
With her amazing strength and endurance, she started to run over the rocks and mud and tall grass, her nimble feet expertly dodging obstacles and jumping like only a professional ballerina's would, as agile as a cheetah and an antelope that could fit all of their toes on a dime and still stand up, together. Although she never had the need to drink blood or stay out of sunlight, she felt happy with what she got from her father- even though she had absolutely no clue who he was. Hurrying to the very edge of the city and rushing along the outskirts, tall buildings looming over her- she made it after a literally near-effortless jog home; her mom would be furious! She was home late, anyway, and she made it just in time or else. So, in a way, she was thankful for the mysterious gunfire.
Making her way through a rather decrepit part of the city, street lamps casting depressed light on the shacks of the small streets with the old cars and the older brick houses, she had finally made it- to what seemed like the worst building in the place, run-down and moldy and even rusty in some parts.
Picking out her key from her backpack gently, she opened the door to the apartment and sighed. Opening her apartment door, B-17, and yelling, "I'm home!"
Surprisingly, her mother wasn't there. This was one of those rare days where she went to the bar to drink her problems away...
Caz walked into the dim kitchen and made herself some leftover pasta.
That was when she saw the bat outside turn human, and her heart jumped for the second time that day.