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(My apologies for the length, but if I don't provide a lot of direction, this RP can get wild, and very easy to Godmod on.)
It's about time we get a Vampire RP going here. So, here's how it goes:
The year is 2051 on Earth, and a new species have emerged. We're called Vampires, and we fight a never-ending battle with the Lycans. At this point, you have to choose a race. You can be Human (I'm thinking there's an organization hellbent on destroying all lycans and vampires, or co-existing. Either way, we could use a few humans.) Vampire (There are several types of vampires, each with special abilities, talents, appearances, etc.) or Lycan (Each group of Lycan's have different "Packs" These packs are different breeds of the same species, and as such, have different appearances, abilities, whatever.) Here is a list of the different Vampires:
1. Berserker. Rash, impatient, and powerful. This type of Vampire do not use their heads, but rather their muscles. They have an ability that gives them tremendous speed, agility, strength, and the ability to teleport. It comes at a high price, because they pass out after wears out (Minimum after five minutes, maximum after an hour. Depending on the time spent in each Berserker, you will pass out longer. Five minutes= five hours. One hour= 2-3 days.)
2. Shadow. These vampires have the uncanny ability to become invisible and move around undetected, with the exception of the Seer's "All-seeing" Ability. (See their description next) As such, they are dark, gloomy, and can be violent, but normally aren't. They are conservative and intelligent on the battlefield. Upon stealthing, they enter an alternate dimension in which they are exposed to tremendous amounts of Ultraviolet Radiation. Many Shadows are burnt and charred, and carry an acrid smoke upon unstealthing. If you spend too much time in the alternate world, you'll burn.
3. Seer. These vampires are normally leaders in any cult or sect of vampires. They are highly intelligent, haughty, and cunning. Physically, they're at the bottom of the list, with the exception of any who take the time to train their bodies otherwise (My character). They have the ability to send their brain into an "Overdrive" Mode, known as "All-Seeing." When activated, they can digest billions of points of data, and act accordingly. Thier sight, smelling, hearing, touch, and taste all recieve substantial upgrades, but they cannot last for long.
4. Familiar. These vampires take the time to establish an extremely strong bond with many of nature's animals. They have a "Pet" So to speak, and use their ability to turn that animal into a Vampiric animal. As such, they excel at combat, reconiassance, and survival. They tend to be druidic, and prefer nature at night. Higher-ranked Familiars can turn into animals themselves, giving them special abilities depending on the animal they choose. They intend to be somewhat "Whispy" And opposed to fighting most of the time. (Think of them as the hippies of the Vampires)
5. Blood Knights. These vampires are dangerous, tricky, cunning, backstabbing, and powerful. They were born with a tremendous amount of power, but that power takes a toll on their bodies. They are the shortest-lived out of all the races of vampires, and also the most powerful. Their power takes a tremendous toll on thier body, and cannot be used for long, for risk of death. They hold no specific power, seeing as to how there are so few. Most of the time, they leave their cult or sect and go solo, trying to find a cure to their ailments.
That does it for the Vampires, here are the Lycans. A total of four packs. Each lycan can transform into a human or a Werewolf.
1. Mondamian pack. These Lycans are powerful and quick, excelling in physical ability, but not mental prowess. They squabble and fight the most out of all the packs, and their soul goal is to destroy all other sentient life besides Lycans on Earth.
2. Viktor pack. Descendants of Alfengst Viktor, these Lycans excel in intelligent combat and using elemental powers. They are physically weak, however, and cannot put up with much abuse. They abhorr going into their beast form, but do go when necessary.
3. Skorlos pack. These Lycans are a healthy balance, resulting between inter-breeding between the Mondamian and Viktor packs. They are physically strong, but not as much as the Mondamian, and have *Some* Elemental capabilities of the Viktor. As such, they provide a healthy balance between the two upon a field of battle, but can be limited when either extreme is found necessary.
4. Tasha pack. These Lycans are the most bestial and fierce of them all. Not much is known about them, because they tend to stay away from all civilization, living in solitude with a maximum of fourty other members of the same pack. Rarely do they descend into the city, and never do they enter any metropolis. They stay in beast form constantly, only leaving when conversation is necessary.

Humans are Humans.

Here is a character Skeleton:
Name:
Age:
Race: (vampire, lycan, human)
Division: (pack/type if you chose lycan or vampire. Exclude this if you're human.)
Bio: (These should be long)
Appearance: (Pics encouraged)
Combat: (Weapons, fighting style. Guns and technology are allowed, but not encouraged.)

((Oh no. the last time we did one of these it didnt go over to well. Maybe this time it will. but we need more people, so it would be more fun.))

Name: Micheal Saint
Age: 19
Race:Human
Job razz aladin
Weapon:Rifles and handguns of all types, they fire silver bullets (a weakness to vampires and werewolves), a hand and a half sword made of silver, and fighting gloves with nuckles made of silver

Magic:Holy and healing
Armor:Specaily designed armor worn under clothes that protects me but still gives me 100% mobility, and doesnt wiegh me down
Looks:

Bio: Raised in an abby since a child, to be the perfect killer of the things that go bump in the night. I will do anything to compelete my job. I can shoot the wings off of a fly and I can do other trick shots. I normally work alone. Starting at a young age, I have killed hundreds of thousands of vampires, lycans, and other things of the sort. I do not know much about my family all I know is that they were both paladins and they were murderd. My eyes are a blue-ish silver color, with a dark ring circling it. I wear a long black coat. I also wear a silver cross around my neck.

Name: Lord Stonepaw
Age: 580
Race: Lycan
Division: Tasha
Bio: Oh how the tale of this lycan is a sad one. But there is strength to be gained from sadness. Lord stonepaw was the pack leader of a secluded clan in the icy mountains of Salamadastron. for 2 hundred years he had grown up and fought and lived with his clan, learning skills like hunting, fishing, hand to hand combat, blacksmithing, and many more. After many years of grooming, Stonepaw was going to be the next pack leader. But before the old one died, He decreed: "there shall be a duel, between my son and the next in line for the throne." Stonepaw was eady to fight in the sacred tribal battle that his ancestors had fought on for countless generations. Stonepaw donned his ornamental armor and prepared for the fight that would decide who would become the next tribe leader. Both contestants bowed to each other and drew thier weapons and prepared for combat. The battle was fierce and long, lasting over 6 hours. Stonepaw and the old ones son were battered and broken. Thier teeth, claws and Armor were caked in blood and dust, giving them a grim appearence. tired, Stonepaw prepared for the final blow. He raised his claws, His weapon broken and shattered from combat. The old one's son, stared his bright blue eyes at Stonepaw. He raised his claws in a fighting stance as well. With the entire clan watching in silence around him, Stonepaw charged with lightning fast speed. He caught the other wolf off guard and bit into his neck. He twisted his head and Snapped his neck quickly and efficiently. As the body of the dead wolf fell limply to the ground, Stonepaw howled with primal fury and his victory cry echoed throughout the mountain. The rest of the tribe howled with him as he was crowned pack leader of the tasha tribe. for 20 years he ruled without opposition. But remnants of the old ones sun organized a coup, planning to overthrow Lord Stonepaw. When it was time for Stonepaw to to take a wife, The treacherous group manipulated and bribed Stonepaw's wife, so that when they would lay in bed together, She would slip a dagger in his side. She would be declared tribe leader, with her council consisting of the coup leaders. Stonepaw and his wife were married on the night of the fertile crest. When they went to thier private chambers, Stonepaw's wife found just the right time to attempt the assasination. She pulled out a poisoned dagger and when Stonepaws back was turned, She lunged at him, driving the dagger deep into his back. Stonepaw howled in paina nd rage and turned on the vixen, grabbing her by the throat and trowing her into a wall, knocking her sensless. At that exact moment the coup members ambushed the injured Stonepaw and attacked him with no mercy. They quickly overwhelmed the fallen Lord and beat him to a bloody pulp. Once they thought he was dead, They took the battered body and dumped him over a waterfall, thus getting rid of the king. They went back to the tribe and conveyed the sad news that the King had been murdered. But they blamed the vixen. She was put to death, but not before she was tortured to near death by the tribe. We resume our story as the broken and battered Stonepaw, barely alive, Floats limply down a nameless river.
Appearance:
Combat: His own claws and fangs. Until he can forge new weapons. His only weapons are his instincts and cunning.

Damien woke up in a cold sweat, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Serenity stirred next to him, rolling over and laying her hand over his wet chest.
"Everything okay, love?"
Damien sighed and looked into his beautiful wife's face. "Yeah, I just need to go feed again."
"Again?" Damien nodded in solemn response. He rolled out of bed and slipped on a dark red silk shirt and pulled on a pair of slim, dark black slacks.
"I'll be back before sunrise tomorrow. I promise you, my love." Serenity sat up in bed, letting the silk sheets fall from her voloptuous form.
"Don't kill anyone. Seriously. Our sect cannot deal with more press coverage." she stood and walked up behind Damien, wrapping her arms around his strong, yet slight shoulders. "I don't want us to lose what we've created."
"So now you're own husbands life is less important than HIS sect? Nice, Serenity. I thought you loved me." Damien said teasingly. He turned around and grasped her around her waist, kissing her naked neck. "Don't worry, our blood banks are getting low. I'm just going to find some S.O.T.E. I think it's about time I take out that Jordan Williams and his cronies."
Serenity giggled as his breath tickled the nape of her neck. "I was gonna kill him... But I'm too tired. Go ahead."
Damien was cruising downtown in his Midnight Red Chrysler Crossfire, following the directions his navigation system was giving him. On his way, he passed a Black Mustang squealing around the corner towards the local abbey.
A half hour later, Damien arrived at an elaborate mansion sitting at the top of a hill overlooking downtown Basin Bay City. He parked a quarter of the way up the drive, off to the left of the road. He popped the trunk and took out an ancient katana, two knives that he strapped to his thighs, and a 9mm pistol that was strapped to the small of his back. He closed the trunk and began the half-mile walk up the drive in the rain. Soon, his red silk shirt was soaked and clung to his skin. Standing on the grounds of the mansion, he looked at the windows to the expansive mansion.

Damiens eyes took over a red sheen as all the data present before him became digested. After five seconds, he had calculated the best route of entry, the shortest route to Jordan's room, All security systems, their manufacturers, and any and all sentries or guards along the route he was going to take.
He took off at a brisk jog, holding his katana in his left hand. Nothing made a sound. Quickly, he ran up to the wall of the estate and flattened against it, using the shadows to his advantage. Ahead was a guard with a g36c, oblivious to Damien. He snuck up behind the guard and silently shoved his knife into the guards skull, through the Abdula Oblangata, the regulator for all movement in the human body. Damien hid the body in a nearby ditch and slipped through the door he was guarding. From there, he took off down the dark halls of the mansion, passing several lazy guards playing some video game in the living room, and several others sitting in comfortable chairs, watching cameras. Only one was left alive, because he was asleep. In a matter of five minutes, Damien stood outside the master bedroom. He slipped inside and silently straddled Jordan in his sleep. Several prostitutes lay on the California King sized bed, and several more on the floor. Without waking any of them, Damien bit hard, his fangs sinking all the way into Jordan's jugular and spilling copious amounts of blood all over the sheets. Before he could scream, Damien slit Jordan's throat and vocal chords.
"Repent, you b*****d. I'll see you in Hell." He stooped over and silently drank his fill of blood, the energy returning to his muscles. Besides a little on his chin and face, Damien's clothes were clean. He silently snuck back out of the mansion and to his car, grabbing a handkerchief out of the glovebox to wipe some of the blood on his face off. his boots were wet and covered with damp grass, his hands and feet were cold, and his nose was running slightly.
"Hell, I may even make it back before sunrise." Checking his watch, Damien fired up the engine and roared off through the town. He stopped momentarially in a Starbuck's drive-through to pick up an iced treat for Serenity and himself. He pulled into the garage of his estate just as the sun breached the grounds. He made his way back to his bedchambers and took off his shirt, slacks, boots, socks, and weapons. He laid down in bed next to Serenity as she stirred awake.
"How did it go?" Damien smiled and just kissed her, letting some remaining blood slip off his lips and onto hers. She moaned in pleasure and kissed him back, wrapping one of her legs around his body. Yummy. And not a scratch on you. God, I love you. Damien nodded and continued to kiss her as the sun breached the corners of the blinds.

Stonepaw woke much later, his concept of time malfunctioning. All he knew was that it was still dark. He rose slowly, his wounds still severe. He saw the moon and howled. the howl pierced the night, letting all who thought he was dead hear the sound of his victory over the traiterous scum. under the watchful gaze of the moon Stonepaw felt stronger, revitalized by its presence. Stonepaw sniffed the air, his acute sense of smell picking up and catorgarizing every thing around him. To the west he smelled an incredible amount of unique and interesting scents. He began at a brisk trot on his back legs, but when that did not suit him, he resorted to his four legs and doubled his speed, howling the entiire way. The howl could freeze the blood in the bravest of warriors. Stonepaw stopped ona hill and surveyed a large city. He sniffed the air and grimaced. "i was warned not to enter this world. but now it seems i have no choice." Stonepaw warily started his descent.

-I slowly wake up, and I grab my coat and head out to my car.-

"Time to go check out that night club."

-I get into my car, and the roar of the engine raddles the windows. I drive down and out of the gate and head to the night club. As I make a turn I notice a mugging taking place, as my mustang nears the mugger, I pull my dessert eagle and squeez a shot of hitting the mugging in the stomach. It wasnt a fetal wound but he won't be getting up any time soon. As I poll into the parking lot of the club, I park my car and get out. I check my handguns and my ammo, I pull my coat over, hidding my guns. I walk to the front door and head in.-

"Nice place."

Stonepaw started to change. His muscley body started to grow smaller as the hair on him turned to skin. His fangs shrunk and tured into human teeth. When he was done changing, Stonepaw looked like the woman his new body would be picking up. Stonepaw mimicked the womans behavior and stood by the street corner. He even mimicked her body patterns. When the limousine was in sight, Stonepaw got ready. The limousines door opened and Stonepaw got in. Inside was a man in his early adult life, by the looks of it. Stonepaw grimaced with his human face at the assorted furs in the car.


The man smiled and patted the seat next to his. Stonepaw sat down and flipped through the womans memories. He found what to do and started rubbing the mans leg. He smiled and ordered the driver to take them back to his hotel. After a speedy drive, they ended up in the mans private suite. Stonepaw walked over to the man and said in a seductive voice, "are we alone?" The man nodded and began to unbutton his coat. Stonepaw smiled a wicked smile, then began to morph back to his form. The rich man tried to run but Stonepaw was too quick for him. He slashed his paw and cut the man in two, leaving a bloody mass on the expensive carpet. Stonepaw began to aquire the mans DNA and in time he was the buisness man. Rich, powerful and paranoid. Stonepaw smiled and morphed back to his wolf form. He began to feats on the remains of the man, getting rid of any evidence.