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Scarlet Soul

Rules; we all hate ‘em, but of course, they still apply. Basically, the rules of the guild apply here. I have been the self-appointed dictator, but I’m a nice dictator, so if you follow the rules, I will remain as such.

Over a thousand years ago, in an alternate universe, the world was torn in half by two different communities; the vampires and the soul splicers. It was a harsh place; trusting was almost impossible. It was an unspoken, highly enforced rule that if any splicers met up with vampires, they were to kill each other. It’s possible to find anything you can imagine, and maybe some things you can’t.
Keep in mind that I am a firm believer that a plot line will evolve in the RP at some point, so I'm just giving y'all a base in which to work off of.

Things to know about splicing:
Soul splicing is exactly what it sounds like; the soul separates from the body. The soul has the ability to be substantial at will, fly, and cannot be killed. The body, while the soul is absent, cannot be killed either. However, the soul cannot remain outside the body forever. If the soul lets go of the body while in the middle of a splice, the soul will immediately be sent into the afterlife; the only way that the splicer can die while separated. The soul will become tired from being primarily insubstantial for so long and could shut down if the temptation to stay out of the body is too great. Souls of splicers can also enter another’s body and contend with the victimized body’s soul for possession of the body, but only if the splicer’s soul and will is stronger. If not, then the soul is trapped within the body of the possessed until the possessed lets the soul out or the soul lets go of life. Possession is a skill that only Masters try, and there are very few splicer Masters.
The number one down side in this very enviable and powerful skill is that every splice knocks one year off of the life span of a splicer. Most splicer live to be thirtyish, at most, and any that are older become Elders of their village. Far more often than not there is no Elder. Elders override even Masters when it comes to decision making.
Finally, after a splicer soul splices for the very first time, they will become addicted and dependant on that ability. If they do not splice for quite some time, their muscles will seize up and will knock them to the ground, which will then be coupled and eventually replaced by a burning desire to splice.

That’s the most I can think of about splicing right now, I might add other rules later; I don’t know yet. Yes, I came up with splicing on my own, and I think it would be an awesome thing to be able to do. As for vampiric characters, I'm very lenient as to what powers you wish to have, as long as you don't make them uber indestructable or something equally dumb.

Mmm, another rule for vampires. In order to change someone into a vampire, one must be bitten and then the bitten person has to bite the vampire back.

((Since you requested a profile.. Weeell... Here you go xd ))

Name: Fritz Von Kampf
Call Sign: Marionette Meister
Age: Unknown
Race: Vampire
Class: Unknown
Biography: Fritz Von Kampf. Was the son of a very rich noble in the land known as Germany. He lived his life in luxury, being pampered in every way. But he was always ignored. His parents never took any notice to him, and seemed to always be avoiding him. Even the butlers and the maids seem to be afraid of him. He never understood until one day, when he was at the ripe young age of 7. He understood why. On the very same day as his birthday, he left his house, crumblign to the ground in flames. He now understood why they hated and feared him. And it was because of their hate and negligence of him, that led them to their downfall. Now, he works for a bounty hunter agency. The most elite, and the most powerful world class bounty hunter agency in the world. "The Magestic 12". Even though he has all the power and wealth he wants though... That does not fill up the empty hole in his life, where his parents and loved ones should be...
Weakness : Blessed weaponry and Silver.

Appearence: Fritz Von Kampf
Height: 6 feet, 7 inches.
Weight: 210lbs.

Long Ranged Weapon of Choice: A small, "Sauer" Pistol.
Short Ranged Weapon of Choice: A long, thin "rapier".
Battle History:
Diplomats Assasinated - 4
Nobles/Feudal Lords Assasinated - 109
Vampires Killed - 37
Humans Killed - 91
Werewolves Killed - 14
Misc. Killed - 0

Organisation - Magestic 12
Members - 12
Member # - 3
Rank - Herr Obergruppenfuhrer

Likes - Blood, War, Death, Poetry, Reading, Brutal Torture, Pain.
Dislikes - Ignorance, Futality, Stupid Clients, Perverts, Slutty Women.
Fears - "Hahahahaha!"
Goals - To take control over the minds and souls of every single "interesting specimen" in existence.

Power - The ability to control others through the use of "The Crimson Puppeteer Strings" which he controlls using the demonic powers which he posseses, the ability to switch bodies with another person through the use of "The Crimson Puppeteer Strings", the ability to switch places (as in his physical position) through the use of "The Crimson Puppeteer Strings", The ability to consume the souls of enemys through the use of "The Crimson Puppeteer Strings", allowing him to summon them at will, and the ability to summon "his true self".
Super Attack 1 :
The March of Fools - Releases "The Crimson Puppeteer Strings" from the tips of his fingers in every direction, the ends becoming razor sharp and can bounce off walls until they peirce the ground itself. Whomever the strings peirce into, will be completley and utterly under Fritz's control, and can be manipulated, so long as the threads are in tact.(Can't be used on "PC"s).
Super Attack 2 :
Soul Feast - Releases "The Crimson Puppeteer Strings" from the tips of his fingers in a single direction, the ends becoming razor sharp and can peirce through only exactly 4 colomns or walls until it stops completley. Whomever and whatever it peirces, Fritz will be able to drain 10% of their life force and use it to heal himself.
Super Attack 3 :
Mind Feast - Releases "The Crimson Pupeteer Strings" from the tips of his fingers in a single direction, the ends becoming razor sharp and can follow a set target for a maximum of seven minutes before driving itself straight into the ground. When the strings peirce it's target, they will travel through the targets body and into his or her brain, draining the person of all of their knowledge and combining everything they know with all that Fritz knows. Perfect interrogation technique. (Cannot be used on PC's).
Final Attack :
Abbadon - Transforms into his "True Self". Turns into a large, green netherwordly beast, usually only it's head being revealed while the rest of his body is submereged in the ground. Whenever he opens his mouth, a vile swarm of crickets, locusts, and man eating bugs fly out from his mouth, devouring his opponets almost insantly. Not much else is known about this particular form, seeing as he has only used this technique once before.
Origins - From birth, Fritz was born with the powers of one of the 9 princes of hell. Belial, in particular. The ability to control time and space has been with him ever since he was born. But why was he born with them? How was he born with the powers of one of the 9 princes of hell? His "parents" were of an ancient german cult, wishing to dominate the Earth by possessing 9 newborn children with the powers of the 9 princes of hell. Fritz was the 4th out of 12 children that was possesed, 2nd out of 9 that were succesful. Sadly though, they may have the princes powers, but they do not possess their overwhelming will to do evil and control the world. Nearly a year afterword though, the group had been disbanded, most of their members being killed off by crusaders. A powerful, rich German family adopted Fritz almost immediatly after, yearning to use his powers to their own personal gain.

Timeline -
1368 - Fritz was born.
1375 - Fritz murders his parents. Becomes aware of his power. Leaves home.
1378 - Fritz starts working as a Carnival act, using his skills to impress specators, as well as learning how to control his own power.
1379- Fritz kills his audience and escapes on a cold, December night.
1380 - Fritz gets adopted by a "Erhhardt Weber".
1381 - Becomes adept in the use of his power.
1385 - Masters his power under the leadership of "Ehrhardt Weber"
1390 - Joins "The Magestic 12"
1395 - Stops ageing.

Fritz stared up at the rusty grey ceiling of the prison transport. The large, sand sailing ship continued its slow march across the desert sands, kept aloft by some mysterious technology that Fritz cared nothing for. He was simply waiting. Waiting for just the right moment. Slowly a guard walked by, and looked over at Fritz, still in his Majestic 5 uniform, looking dully at the ceiling. The guard broke into a sly grin, and pulled out a gun. Fritz's head lowered, his peircing red eyes gazing into the guards own. The guard sneered at Fritz. " Is it true that if I shoot you, you won' die?" He asked, slowly pulling back the hammer of his gun. Fritz sneered back at the guard. " Is it true that all soul splicers are sub-human pansies trying to find a meaning to their worthless existence?" Fritz asked, smiling slyly back at the guard. The guard's face went red with anger. "What did you say, punk!?" The guard roared, his arm shaking. Fritz smiled warmly back at the guard, his boyish German looks standing out. He sat up straight and chuckled softly. "You heard me... You worthless excuse of a man... You do not contain the testicular fortitude to shoot me... Hah... Wertloses Mannweibchen." Fritz said cheerfully, sounding youthful, like a young school boy. The guard yelled wildly and began to pull the trigger of his gun, firing at Fritz.

Every single shot missed.

It was not because the guard was inexperienced. It was not because the guard had bad aim. It was also most definantly not because the guard was too afraid to shoot Fritz, or was not willing to. It was the fact that two sharp crimson strings shot from Fritz's now outstretched fingers, the ends of the strings penetrating the mans skull through the flesh of his eyes, peircing through the mans brain and escaping through the back of his skull. Fritz chuckled softly, and snapped his fingers.

Within a split second, Fritz was outside of his cell.

He used his "Crimson Puppetteer Strings" to switch places with the guard, making it so that he was outside and the now dead guard was in the jailcell. Fritz looked down at his feet, and smiled. There, right next to his right foot, was the jail cell keys. Fritz chuckled softly, his soft, boyish voice floating through the jail cells. Slowly, Fritz began to open the jail cells one by one by one, letting loose the prisoners trapped inside.

The jailbreak had begun.

Fritz walked calmly through the door at the other end of the indoor holding cell area, slowly climing a set of stairs up towards the upper deck. His mission as of now would be to learn everything the captain knows and kill him. After that, he would be free to sail the ship towards an area nearest his destination. He would have to meet his client first, to find out what the true meaning of all this was. Getting purposley forced into a maximum security jail was not fun...

Who was he kidding. Of course it was.

Fritz looked up at the sky, and sheilded his face from the sun. He was not like other vampires. Such weak pathetic creatures they were, dying from the sun. Fritz did not see the sun as some big bad weakness.

He just hated it.

Fritz walked along the upper deck, slowly comming closer and closer to an elevator. There, he would be able to access the tall spire in which the captains quarters were located, as well as the steer. As Fritz continued to walk, he was completly ignored by most of the guards, rushing to defeat the massive amount of vampires that had been set loose. Closer and closer Fritz went, until suddenly, the elevator doors opened, and five guards rushed out from the open elevator doors. They roared as they aimed their machine guns. Sadly though, Fritz was far too fast. All he had to do was raise his fingers, once more his gloves being punctured by "The Crimson Puppeteer Strings" as they shot out from his fingers, immidiatly peircing his opponents. Ten strings shot out. Five strings hit each one of the guards gun arms, making them drop their gun, whilst the other strings peirce the guards brains, making them simply stand there, brain dead. The string cut themselves off from Fritz's fingers, and the guards fell dead.

Fritz continued his slow waltz towards the elevator.

Fritz stopped right ouside of the elevator. He slowly pressed the "Up" button, and turned towards the young girl whom had just called his name. He sighed softly at the sight he saw, and shook his head in what seemed like a sympathetic gesture. He opened his eyes and gazed at the young girl, slowly releasing a boyish laugh. "Nicht Dame mögen an allen. Sie erhalten sich einen Mann nie!" Fritz remarked. He eyed the young girl deviously, and slowly raised his hands. Fritz winked. "Boom..." Fritz whispered softly, the very second the elevator bell rang, the doors opening right behind him. Fritz smiled, stretching his hand out behind him.

He'd have to do something to keep the girl busy.

The "Crimson Puppeteer Thread" shot out from webs fingers, all of them hitting the inside of the elevator. Slowly, a somewhat large Maniquin dropped to the ground, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. It was strange, ugly, disformed. Slowly, the elevator closed again and slowly began to go upward, dragging along his thread and the strange doll with it.

Who would be better cover for himself than himself?

((Yes yes, he's outside of the elevator. Don't worry ^_^))

Fritz raised a brow, seeing the young girl leaning against a large box, obviously in pain. Was this some sort of trick? A strange womanly tactic to lure Fritz into feeling sympathy. He had seen something of the sorts done once or twice before, but he did not ever feel such a thing as "sympathy". In fact, he would usually kill the person right on the spot. But this pain, it seemed quite genuine. Fritz was about to do more, until a hail of gunfire from above rained down on the deck. They were shooting undescriminantly, blowing up boxes in every direction, as if they had as much skill at firing a gun as a deaf, blind, and dumb drunken monkey. Fritz growled and turned towards the source of the gunfire. The square, boxlike room at the very top of the elevator. Fritz slowly raised his hands, took aim, and fired. 9 crimson threads shot forth from his fingertips, and peirced the building.

The screams of the guards rang across the sky.

As soon as he cut the strings, bodies fell from the room, falling with a sickening "SPLAT" on the ground, their bodies being crushed from the very high drop. Fritz smirked, just to feel a burning hot bullet peirce his right arm, making a clean passage through the other side. Fritz clutched his arm and turned around, just to see even /more/ guards climing from where he had come. They released a hail of gunfire, once more indescriminantly. Bullets flew in every direction, destroying cargo, shattering glass, hitting every single place but him. He then saw one of the guards spotting the young girl, and taking aim at her.

What? Where they stupid?

Fritz cut the crimson threads on his fingers, all but one, and pointed a solitary finger at the guard, getting ready to fire at the defenceless young girl. Before the guard could shoot, Fritz shot, the razor sharp end of his thread peircing the guards brain. Fritz suddenly switched places with the guard, the guard lying limp, brain dead where Fritz used to be. Fritz now stood in the middle of the pack of guards. There were at least 9 of them. Fritz smiled wryly.

"Shiver me timbers...." Fritz said, chuckling softly.

Fritz didn't even have to look behind him to know that there was somone there. He smiled boyishly, his hair gently stroking his pale face, as the desert pushed against the ship. The guards took aim. Fritz didn't have time to care about them. His ears twitched as he heard alot more guards rushing up the steps. It was as if the whole ship was trying to stop them. Why they were shooting at their own ally, he did not know, nor did he even care. He had a single mission.

Capture the ship. Everything else is secondary.

Fritz smiled, and slowly raised his hands again. Fifteen more guards had joined the fray, turning nine guards to twenty four. But with what Fritz was about to do, twenty-four would soon be turning into four. Fritz's eyes glowed red, as he concentrated his energy into his next attack.

"March of fools!" Fritz exclaimed.

His Crimson Puppeteer Strings burst forth from his fingers once again, peircing the limbs of his enemys. But rather than aiming for the brain or the heart, his threads peirced the places where they would be the least deadly. The legs, arms, and their shoulders, seeming to bounce off their bodies, peircing at the very least eighteen of them, before the threads then shot themselves into the ground. Fritz grinned wildly, as the guards eyes rolled back in the sockets, slowly being controlled by the Crimson Puppeteer Strings, moving at Fritz will. The twenty guards raised their guns. Aimed. And fired at the guards rushing to assist. At least fifteen running guards were gunned down before they /finally/ realised that the guards on the top of the deck had lost it.

Fritz stopped, and looked over at the young girl. Most of the guards had already died, both from gunwounds and of blood loss, seeing as they were now bleeding heavily from the wounds his strings inflicted onto them. Fritz saw no more danger. Fritz gave a sweeping bow.

"Fritz Von Kampf.... World Class Bounty Hunter..." Fritz said softly.

Fritz smiled warmly at the girl, and then slowly turned towards the elevator. He had to remind himself. Capturing the ship was his top priority. Everything else is secondary. Fritz raised his hand up, the sole crimson thread leading up towards the elevator. He smiled, and suddenly he dissapeared, his strange, deformed puppet taking his place. Fritz grinned wildly as he exited the elevator, and walked right into the control bridge.

He stared down at the captain.

But to his surprise, he was already... Dead?