[CHAR] The World of Blood Compact (Page 2)

Name:
Kane Abellian

Age:
24

Species:
Werewolf

Goals/Faction:
He wants to ensure that Soldier crumbles, but isn't too keen on a world ruled by vampires with bad agendas either.

Backstory:
A baby cries. It’s you. Mom smiles. She pats your back, calls you her dear little boy. Tears cease. Dad pulls you away. Comfort lost. This is his first time looking at you. He gives you that strange half smile. The first of many. He says you’re a bit small. Don’t worry, you’ll grow. 

Swing. Crack. Whoosh. Sweat drips as you run. Third plate. Not bad. You look at Dad in the bleachers. Half smile. You see his eyes though. You know he’s proud. Shining stars. Not small anymore. Tall, athletic. A model baseball player. You win the game for your team. Good job.

Snow falls. Wind blows. Laughter in the kitchen. Your family invited the neighbors over to celebrate. Everyone loves Christmas. You’re not with them though. No. You’re in your bedroom. With a girl. She has her hands on her hips, standing in front of the door. It’s closed. Well? You see that look in her eye. She’s annoyed. She’s waiting. Gulp. You shuffle over to her. Now! You stand on your tippy toes to get closer. She’s two years older. You kiss her gently. You should see your face. Red as a rose. She smirks. This time, she kisses you. She leans down. Her lips are soft. 

She moved away today. The kiss goodbye was tender, sweet. You gazed into her eyes for one last time. Not lovingly. No, you’re far too young for that. But adoration? Absolutely. You feel a bit down, but you’re strong. Don’t worry champ. She was only the first of many. 

Dad didn’t come home today. Again. You remember the last time you saw him. Clear as day. He wordlessly kissed your forehead, tussled your hair, and walked out the door. Mom got drunk today. Again. You remember the last time she beat you. Clear as day. How could you forget? It was only a few hours ago. You lay crying softly in your bed, clutching the photo as you always do. That photo of you. With Mom and Dad. Smiling. Stupid child. Something inside of you begins to burn. Wildfire spreads. You’re angry. You walk into Mom’s room. There’s no need to be afraid, the alcohol knocked her out a while ago. You find Dad’s lighter. Same spot it’s always been in. Grab the lighter. Shuffling feet. Let the fire cleanse. Embers engulf you, and Mom, and Dad. Smiling. The ashes of that picture tumble into oblivion. 

Swing. Crack. Groan. Sweat drips as you try to scurry away. Mom is strong though. Quick too. Hands grabbing. Child struggling. When she’s finished, you’re in pain. Bruised. Bleeding. You look at her face. Fury. Heavy breathing. Contempt. Happy birthday.

A voice screams. It’s Mom. You smile. You drive the kitchen knife further into her chest, and call her a bitch. Tears begin to fall. The screamings cease, and her lifeforce pulls away. This is your last time looking at her. The fire engulfs the house in mere minutes. You’re already out the door. She was your first victim. The first of many. You’re a bit rusty. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.

Chomp. Salt. Ketchup. Cheese. Beef. It’s a good burger. You’ve been wandering for about a year now. Don’t fear. No one is looking. The fire burned everything. You are a dead man. A clever man. Then you spy her. Cute short hair. Legs up to here. Low cut top. You walk over. Chat her up. Twirling hair. Nervous laughter. She wants you. That night, she gets you. You skip town the next morning. Better this way.

Warm and slick. Blood. Ridiculous. He should have given up the wallet. You need the money more than he does. It doesn’t matter now. One hundred bucks. A good haul. You rise. Rain falls. Pitter patter. Pitter patter. 

Kind hands reaching. Gentle eyes pleading. Mom. Forgiveness. You give it to her. How could you not? Smiling faces. A knock at the door. It’s Dad. Reunited. Family again. You wake up. Cold sweat. Dream. Nightmare? Feet dragging, body slouching. Wash the face. Cleanse the impurities. You see yourself. You’re just like her. Monster. This isn’t right.

Struggling. Fighting. Arguing. Battle of the mind. Finally, a decision is reached. 

Mirror. Again. Operation successful. Not without complications. Something went wrong when they tried to put your new left eye in. You touch at the burned flesh lightly. Some scars heal. This one sure as hell will not. You paid the price of admission. Good job.

You’re right at home in Soldier. Plenty of creatures need killing. Plenty of ways to kill them. No one bats an eye, no matter what is done to them. They are the enemy. The fact that you are on the right side comforts you at night.

Anger. Shock. Betrayal. You’re being cast out. After everything you’ve done for them, too. Now they're abandoning you. Vengeance is sworn. The vampires will be stopped, and Soldier will be cast down into their ashes.

Powers/Skills:
Kane’s training with soldier taught him all the ins and outs of handguns, and he can now use a number of them with ease and efficiency. His cybernetic eyes can grant him enhanced sight, thermal vision, and night vision. His werewolf blood grants him the senses, speed, strength, and regenerative properties that all of the alaskan beasts share. His implants no longer allow him to shift much farther past a partial transformation, though his weakness to silver remains.

Equipment/Weapons:
The black metal arm on his right side is made of a strong but light alloy, with retractable claws tipped with silver capable of easily rending flesh from bone. Additionally, he carries with him two guns loaded with silver bullets, a Colt M1911 and a S&W Model 629.

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Name: Ellenora Baker goes by Nora

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Age: 500 years looks about 17-19yrs old

Species: Dracula Vampire

Goals/Faction: As a Dracula vampire Nora pretty much just wants to fulfill her own goals at the moment.

Backstory: Ellie as she was called back then, had slipped out of the town festival and gone to meet her beau. They were going to run away together. She snuck home to get her things and leave. Unfortunately, when she got to the meeting place she found a very handsome vampire eating her boyfriend who was already dead. Too frightened to scream and not fast enough to escape. The vampire grabbed her and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. He decided to keep her as his own and he turned her instead of killing her. From the moment she woke up as a vampire she was known as Nora.

Her maker was not much older than she herself was at the time he turned her. At least she didn't think he looked very old. She was completely dependent on him and he taught her how to be a vampire. How to kill quiety, to turn someone and how to keep them alive to feed from repeatedly.

Over the ages she stayed in Europe travelling about at times. She wanted to see everything and do almost all that there was to do. Jarrod and she had a huge argument and parted ways. She took Leonardo DaVinci as a lover about the time he painted the Mona Lisa. Some said there was a resemblance even though she couldn't see it. In 1536 she went into hiding when King Henry VIII beheaded her close friend Anne Bolyn. She grieved in seclusion for a long time over her friend. 

Nora felt the humanity while caring for those with the plague in London in 1665. Nora had seen many pandemics of illness and it was always hard to watch and try to comfort others who were dying. She felt bad in part because she remembered being human but bow this was her food that was dying from illness and it worried her. 

Nora kept her eyes on the new world and swore that one day she would go there but she wanted it to be more civilized first so she made herself scarce and roamed through Europe. She avoided places that were fighting such as France.

She was quite thrilled with the new passenger trains in England in 1825. She loved riding in them and took many trips so she could enjoy them. Just as she had decided to go to the United States she heard they were starting a civil war so she settled for staying at home in Europe. She bought tickets under an assumed name on the Titanic it was supposed to be the biggest and the best ocean liner ever to be built. She was one of few who survived as the ship sank to the bottom of the sea. 

Powers/Skills:  Stronger than most vampires (2 tons) and quite possibly the fastest among vampire kind (75mph) in part due to her age and in part do to the exercising of her skill. Nora can shape shift into traditional Dracula forms: wolf, bat, mist. She can heal others if she lets them drink just a little of her blood. She takes pleasure in the bite, she has exceptional healing it is faster than most, sunlight is deadly to her, it burns her skin and starts to cook her alive. If she is taken out of the light quickly enough she can be regenerated over several minutes. She must be invited in by the owner before she can enter a human's home. Nora has acquired fighting skills over the years and can fight fairly well but she would normally stay out of things that would put her in that situation. She has learned to hide and change her identity easily and fashionably change her appearance often enough to keep who she really is a secret among humans.

Equipment/Weapons: She likes to carry a couple of daggers and oddly enough a few throwing stars on herself at all times.

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Name: Jaxson "Jax" Oak
Age: 16
Race: Human
Appearance: Jax is about "5'8", with pale skin and a lean frame. He has dark brown hair, with an unknown streak of white going through one of his bangs. He keeps his bangs long, as he enjoys covering his eyes. He has a small scar on his bottom lip. His eyes are an intense light grey. He is a very handsome boy, though he doesn't want to admit it. He always wears black jeans and a grey t-shirt. He has a small white sweatshirt and black leather jacket over it as well.
Powers/Skills: He doesn't have much ability in hand-to-hand combat, though he has been trained by his sister to use a rifle, and he's quite talented in firing it from long distances.
Goals/Factions: He is a traveling mercenary, though most don't hire him because of his age. His goal is to be able to find his sister, who he hasn't seen in years.
Backstory: Jaxson lived in a cabin with his older brother and sister until he was about thirteen. Several vampire soldiers found them. His older brother stayed behind to fight. His sister and him ran through the woods, but they were separated whilst being chased. The last thing of his sister that remains with him is her old Winchester. He traveled for days, starved and confused. He thankfully found a group of travelers who took him in for a couple of days. After that, he went on his own, barely making enough to survive.
Personality: Jaxson is a clever boy, having outwitted several men and women who have tried to attack him. He doesn't like to rely on his rifle, as he knows it won't last much longer. He tries to stay in the background, but he can get vicious if someone messes with him. He can be kind when he trusts someone, though that is pretty uncommon. 
Equipment: A ratty black backpack, which he uses to hold a small pocketknife and a small box of ammunition. A blue canteen with a makeshift strap made from an old rope. And of course, his prize Winchester, with a blue strap made from a belt.

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