[INDENT][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019af050-ab42-74d8-99d9-d155d04dedd7.webp[/img][/center][b][center][color=red] B L A D E / V I G I L A N T E[/color] [color=lightgray]B L A D E / V I G I L A N T E[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=red][sup][i]"Now I don’t know, but I’ve been told, monster teeth are worth more n’ gold…"[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=lightgray]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a7ba8-909f-77bd-a2ee-077807c723ee.webp[/img] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=lightgray]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [sub][COLOR=darkgray]Eric Brooks // Greg Saunders[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=darkgray]36 // 29[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=darkgray]Prarie Troubadors[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]American[/COLOR][/sub][/center] [indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S[/color] [color=lightgray]A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] A L L I E S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray]◼ Hannibal King[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Frank Drake[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Quincy Harker[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Sir Justin Arthur, Shining Knight[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Abraham Whistler[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Jamal Afari[/color] [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] A N T A G O N I S T S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray]◼ Dracula, Prince of Lies, King of Vampires[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Xarus, Son of Dracula[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Deacon Frost[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ William Mowse, The Black Star[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Arcade[/color] [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] I N T E R E S T E D[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray]◼ Boston Brand, Deadman[/color] [color=lightgray]◼ Detective Chimp[/color] [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P O S T C A T A L O G U E[/color] [color=lightgray]P O S T C A T A L O G U E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] M I D N I G H T T R A I N[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray]◼ [/color][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5635623]One[/url] [COLOR=darkgray]◼ [/color][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5642553]Two[/url][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] A R C T W O[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...[/color] [color=lightgray]T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=DARKGRAY][indent]I done a hundred different jobs over the years. Tending the farm with Pap, early mornings and long days, muscles aching from dragging farm equipment bigger n’ I was. Was a paperboy a little while. Became a fry cook in my teens and hated it more n’ anything. Was always more of a cow rearer than a burger flipper. Odd jobs after that, running round town like a headless chicken. I repaired shoes, was a tailor, forged a couple no-good sets of nails, sold power tools at some big box store, performed as a trickshooter, plus many more and many much less glamorous. Then, of course, there was the band. If you’ve heard of me from anywhere, it’s [i]there[/i]. Greg Saunders of the Prairie Troubadours, the best little rock band in Texas. Played in packed bars and talent shows and high school football games, anywhere that’d take us, and we [i]loved[/i] it. I was the dark horse of that band. Lead gee-tar, backup vocalist, wearing a cowboy hat darker n’ the night sky. We were gettin’ bigger by the day, livin’ in high cotton. Had fans following us in the rain, screaming our names. It was plain to us that a record deal’d be coming down soon. I took a little vacation. Just a week or two away from the boys to get back to my Pap’s old farm and jaw with him about how things were going for his kid. We were worried about selling out, see, wanted to keep the music pure. I thought my Pap would know more about that than anyone. He sure did, but… That conversation seems so far away now, so fanciful. We were talking about our harvest when the field lay fallow and dead before us. I came back to a bloodbath. I don’t remember what the cops told me. They dressed it all up in fancy language and condolences that fell on my ears like static from an unplugged amp. I begged and they let me see the pictures. Saw the whole band. Billy Gunn, Danny Leong, Bat Lash, Raph Sandoval… They were [i]bled[/i] to death, slaughtered like farm animals. The news crushed me beneath it like a bale of agony. The officers couldn’t make heads nor tails of it. They couldn’t decide if it was some serial killer or a one off incident, some spurned fan or a random attack. Not too long before they quit looking. Don’t know if they got paid off, or if they found something too terrible, too dangerous for them to continue. Don’t matter much now. What does is that I took it into [i]my[/i] hands. I took up the name Vigilante. In white hat and red bandana I ran down ne’er-do-wells of every stripe, grasping for leads about anyone who coulda done this. Wasn’t no investigator. Just a kid with a pair of handguns, a lariat, and a righteous fury. Roughed up city slickers and country crooks, gangsters and mafiosos. Inching closer to the truth. Got [i]good[/i] at it, running down leads, helping folk wherever I went. I rationalized what happened for myself as I worked. Surely it was a brutal hit or a depraved killer that took my friends from me. It took time to peel back the veil and peer at the hideous truth before me. Dead things walk among us. Zombies, ghouls, vampires. You can deny it if you like, but I ain’t got much time for doubters. I know what I’ve seen, men falling apart as they’re walking, creatures that fly on great leathery wings. I been on this trail five years now, searching for answers for that night. Finding the suckhead sons-of-bitches that done it. It's brought me to darker places than I could dream of… Places where things aren’t just bumping in the night. Places like that are where I met [i]him[/i]. Near as I can tell, he’s done just one job over these years, and that’s killing vampires. He tells me that he’s had a lot of names over the years, but that [i]Blade[/i] is the simplest. If he’s got a real name, he ain’t sharing it. He don’t share much, in fact, don’t talk too much at all. Least not to me. He’s a tall black feller who can be known by his habits of wearing heavy leather and shades absolutely everywhere he goes. Not to mention the sword hanging off his back. He’s the first professional vampire hunter I’ve ever met. He might be the best there ever was. But he avoids me like I’m slicker than pig snot on a radiator. Some country bumpkin, ruining his hunt. But I need him. Spent five years spinning my wheels with not much to show for it besides a pile of random mobsters and toughs in chains or dead. Comes a man like him, what actually knows what he’s doing? I can’t let him pass me by. [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )[/color] [color=lightgray]P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]Back in the saddle again. Trying to rediscover the passion that let me bang out posts like a maniac in my younger years, I'm rolling a combination of a character that has always spoken to me, and a comparatively new hotness that has captured my imagination. Blade and Vigilante will tear through the south, discovering all manner of strange places and circumstances perverted by vampiric machinations. The vampires' grip on the country and the world entire will prove deeper and more insidious than either man could ever imagine. But to be frank I don't have much of a plan. I have some cool allies and enemies I'd like to encounter, and I'd love the chance to write alongside and cross over with my friends again, simple as. The hope is to get into a rhythm and do a little more every day, and for me, this spooky pair is the ticket.[/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/INDENT]