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"Exelent" Algon replied. "Now you've been given a red crayon wrapped in a piece of cloth, on it is a sigil. Write that sigil on a door then open it."
He and Jenifer came stomping down the stairs. Jenifer wanted to rush forward but Algon stopped it with a thought. "Door". Jenifer took her gate shape and awaited Sonitus's arrival. "Oh, and your cat has noticed our guest, do you trust it to roam the halls freely?" he continued over the lacrima.
The little butler knew he was going to get ordered to open the cage of that infernal monster. So he got out of the way FAST. He ran over to Gao's cage, completely ignoring Ris and Charlie. He shoved the prime rib trough the bars with a lot of difficulty, then frantically started to look for a hiding spot.
He and Jenifer came stomping down the stairs. Jenifer wanted to rush forward but Algon stopped it with a thought. "Door". Jenifer took her gate shape and awaited Sonitus's arrival. "Oh, and your cat has noticed our guest, do you trust it to roam the halls freely?" he continued over the lacrima.
The little butler knew he was going to get ordered to open the cage of that infernal monster. So he got out of the way FAST. He ran over to Gao's cage, completely ignoring Ris and Charlie. He shoved the prime rib trough the bars with a lot of difficulty, then frantically started to look for a hiding spot.
"We'll keep in contact then. To be honest I'd really like to sleep in my own bed. Drake what do you think?" Ciskel dug trough his pockets looking for a communications lacrima.
Horace quickly grabbed the slice of pizza and was about to stuff his face with it when he was asked a question. This human expected him to talk? Maybe they had seen weirder things in the city.
"I follow Sam around, got nuthin else to do. Ya'know bein a Raccoon an all."
He then proceeded to cram the slice of pizza into his mouth. In seconds the slice had disappeared.
"Ah by the whispers! What in the world is this divine food!?" He shouted with a mouth full.
Sam chuckled, then started pouring drinks for people.
"I follow Sam around, got nuthin else to do. Ya'know bein a Raccoon an all."
He then proceeded to cram the slice of pizza into his mouth. In seconds the slice had disappeared.
"Ah by the whispers! What in the world is this divine food!?" He shouted with a mouth full.
Sam chuckled, then started pouring drinks for people.
Name: Martin Salts
Age: 42
Gender: M
Vampire(Yes or No): Yes, Oldblood
When You Were Turned(N/A if not a vamp): 22
Clothes: Loose fitting bright white sweatpants and long sleeved felt coat with a shirt depicting a black whale covered in red eyes underneath, a white long wool pointed hat with a large copper bell hanging from it, professional mountain climbing boots heavily modified to have hard plastic protection, climbing spikes and heelys.
The many pockets of his coat are completely filled with tools for things like repairing a car or breaking and entering and loose change.
On his belt is a some machine filled with blood. One flick of the switch summons a crimson mist of delicious blood.
Weapons:(One main, Two support, One hidden, Max) Completely unarmed.
Hair: light blond dreads, most of it concealed by the hat, one sticking out on each side of his face.
Eyes: pure milky white
Personality(Optional): Overall perky and confident, loves a good joke, compulsively investigates and analyses anything new to him, ambitious (and now very of it), very intelligent (vampirism combined with madness gave him bizarre insight), has the habit of being cryptic
Powers: bizarre insight, powerful alien senses (instead of normal senses), rapidly improving physic abilities (there's no difference between artificial minds and organic minds). His physical abilities are no further developed than that of any other vampire, he has no combat training and is a terrible shot.
The human Martin was sick, he was losing his mind rapidly. After a long search he found Gabriel, who granted his wish for clarity and turned him.
Martin discovered his madness was born from looking trough the veil, into the void. His immortal mind, now able to comprehend the unthinkable, expanded greatly.
The turning blinded his physical eyes while opening his mental eyes. After pissing of Jack and getting Jack to massacre Kilo Point 20 years ago he was blasted to bits along with his new brother Mithias. During their regeneration they spend their time in a nightmarish dreamscape constructed by their collective brain activity. During this period Martin and Mithias both learned to unlock a large chunk of their potential. Their regenerating bodies were captured and studied by Jack and later freed my Magnus.
In the last 20 years Martin will have sided with whatever side Mithias is on, occasionally helping out on request with whatever is going on, also occasionally disappearing for months at the time. Rumor among vampire nobility is that he's started a cult following, but those are probably just rumors.
"͇̦B̞̟̣̟͙͍͘u͎̬̹͘t̕ ̴̹̖͔̖̜ț̟̗̱h̖̰͚en̴̠͇̯̭̯̻ ҉a͏͓̘g̳̥̠̳͝a̺̥̻̦in.̩̦.. ̡̺̰A̰̭͡ļl͡ ̼̯̮̱r͈u̫m̢̖̙̲o̜̰͔̫̝̘r̲̱͓͎s̞̼̫̘͕ ̠̯̯̗̼̣̼h̶͙̟̣͍̲̠̗ò̘̮͔̳̰͇ͅl͏͕̞d̞͍̼̞̦͉ ͖̳̫͢s̢̘͚o̬̣̻͢m̼͡e͉̥͘ ̶͚͖̹̥̙͚t̘͈͝r͢u̗͟ͅt͘h̻͖̮̠,̢ ̴̮̹̼̠̫̜d̡̮̜̤̖͙͍͙on̨̙̬̥'͍̤̪ͅt͓̯̣ t͚͔͍̮̗̟̝h̼e͕̰͉̩y̙͔̝͖̳ͅ?҉͚̱̥͖͔"̝̙
theme song:
Ghost - Monstrance Clock
Age: 42
Gender: M
Vampire(Yes or No): Yes, Oldblood
When You Were Turned(N/A if not a vamp): 22
Clothes: Loose fitting bright white sweatpants and long sleeved felt coat with a shirt depicting a black whale covered in red eyes underneath, a white long wool pointed hat with a large copper bell hanging from it, professional mountain climbing boots heavily modified to have hard plastic protection, climbing spikes and heelys.
The many pockets of his coat are completely filled with tools for things like repairing a car or breaking and entering and loose change.
On his belt is a some machine filled with blood. One flick of the switch summons a crimson mist of delicious blood.
Weapons:(One main, Two support, One hidden, Max) Completely unarmed.
Hair: light blond dreads, most of it concealed by the hat, one sticking out on each side of his face.
Eyes: pure milky white
Personality(Optional): Overall perky and confident, loves a good joke, compulsively investigates and analyses anything new to him, ambitious (and now very of it), very intelligent (vampirism combined with madness gave him bizarre insight), has the habit of being cryptic
Powers: bizarre insight, powerful alien senses (instead of normal senses), rapidly improving physic abilities (there's no difference between artificial minds and organic minds). His physical abilities are no further developed than that of any other vampire, he has no combat training and is a terrible shot.
The human Martin was sick, he was losing his mind rapidly. After a long search he found Gabriel, who granted his wish for clarity and turned him.
Martin discovered his madness was born from looking trough the veil, into the void. His immortal mind, now able to comprehend the unthinkable, expanded greatly.
The turning blinded his physical eyes while opening his mental eyes. After pissing of Jack and getting Jack to massacre Kilo Point 20 years ago he was blasted to bits along with his new brother Mithias. During their regeneration they spend their time in a nightmarish dreamscape constructed by their collective brain activity. During this period Martin and Mithias both learned to unlock a large chunk of their potential. Their regenerating bodies were captured and studied by Jack and later freed my Magnus.
In the last 20 years Martin will have sided with whatever side Mithias is on, occasionally helping out on request with whatever is going on, also occasionally disappearing for months at the time. Rumor among vampire nobility is that he's started a cult following, but those are probably just rumors.
"͇̦B̞̟̣̟͙͍͘u͎̬̹͘t̕ ̴̹̖͔̖̜ț̟̗̱h̖̰͚en̴̠͇̯̭̯̻ ҉a͏͓̘g̳̥̠̳͝a̺̥̻̦in.̩̦.. ̡̺̰A̰̭͡ļl͡ ̼̯̮̱r͈u̫m̢̖̙̲o̜̰͔̫̝̘r̲̱͓͎s̞̼̫̘͕ ̠̯̯̗̼̣̼h̶͙̟̣͍̲̠̗ò̘̮͔̳̰͇ͅl͏͕̞d̞͍̼̞̦͉ ͖̳̫͢s̢̘͚o̬̣̻͢m̼͡e͉̥͘ ̶͚͖̹̥̙͚t̘͈͝r͢u̗͟ͅt͘h̻͖̮̠,̢ ̴̮̹̼̠̫̜d̡̮̜̤̖͙͍͙on̨̙̬̥'͍̤̪ͅt͓̯̣ t͚͔͍̮̗̟̝h̼e͕̰͉̩y̙͔̝͖̳ͅ?҉͚̱̥͖͔"̝̙
theme song:
Ghost - Monstrance Clock
Thundercat said
I love your post haha
thanks!
Name: Cedric Faetouched
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Vampire(Yes or No): No
When You Were Turned(N/A if not a vamp): N/A
Clothes:
Full dragonskin body armor. Painted dark green with Celtic markings in black
Leather and felt clothes in brown and green tints.
Broad leather kidney belt with room for his weapons and a large flask of "magic potion" made by his great grandfather.
The potion is an alcoholic and high fructose energy drink containing surplus amounts of caffeine, honey flavor , extract of holly and even adrenalin.
Any more than a slight sip at the time is extremely dangerous.
Weapons:(One main, Two support, One hidden, Max)
Main: A pagan holy symbol shaped Buckler, gold plated original Damascus steel. It's shape resembles the alchemist symbol for gold and the sun. The well protected core used to house room for a lantern. This has been modified to hold a high powered flashlight instead. It's light is well over the strength of daylight and has a mod for strobe function.
Secondary 1: A one-handed Axe, blessed coldforged steel integrately carved with celtic markings.
The Axe is well over 2000 years old and has been in the family ever since it was suposedly gifted by lord url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oberon]Oberon[/url] himself.
Secondary 2: HK MP7 SMG, black-market upgrades for extra ammo and hands free reload system.
Cedric knows or cares fuck all about guns, so his brother got him one that goes 'spray and pray'.
Hidden: A large double-edged sickle made of wood from an oak tree that supposedly grew on Avalon. It is lined with a copper edge and plated with gold. It's hilt is adorned with dried leaves of holly.
Hair: Long curly red hair in a braid. At the end of the braid is a gold band with Celtic markings. Red beard in two smaller braids with similar bands.
Eyes: Bright green.
Personality(Optional):
Calm and collected, rationally chooses to follow his instincts.
Being trained from youth as a vampire hunter, he lives to hunt the undead. He doesn't hate them or feel any emotion to them at all. To him they are monsters that need to be put down. Cedric doesn't repress his fears, he listens to them and uses them as a sixth sense to gouge strength and decide targets. The more he fears a monster, the higher it's priority. If he doesn't fear you he doesn't care about killing you.
The Faetouched family is a family of vampire hunters that go back to the time of the Celtic druids, and many of the old traditions still live on in their customs. According to the family tree there runs fairy blood in their veins. Religiously they identify as Fae worshipers, this translates to 'Pagan' for anyone they don't feel like explaining themselves to, which is pretty much everyone.
Cedric loves the taste of honey, he eats it with everything and as such always reeks of the stuff. It became his calling card of sorts.
He and most other younger members of his family hunt vampires on commission. There's always some nameless figure pulling the strings. The family doesn't care as long as they are being paid to systematically rid the world of bloodsuckers. Even if the one paying the bills is another vampire who profits in his enemies demise.
He'll be a diplomat from the Independent Hunters Guild.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Vampire(Yes or No): No
When You Were Turned(N/A if not a vamp): N/A
Clothes:
Full dragonskin body armor. Painted dark green with Celtic markings in black
Leather and felt clothes in brown and green tints.
Broad leather kidney belt with room for his weapons and a large flask of "magic potion" made by his great grandfather.
The potion is an alcoholic and high fructose energy drink containing surplus amounts of caffeine, honey flavor , extract of holly and even adrenalin.
Any more than a slight sip at the time is extremely dangerous.
Weapons:(One main, Two support, One hidden, Max)
Main: A pagan holy symbol shaped Buckler, gold plated original Damascus steel. It's shape resembles the alchemist symbol for gold and the sun. The well protected core used to house room for a lantern. This has been modified to hold a high powered flashlight instead. It's light is well over the strength of daylight and has a mod for strobe function.
Secondary 1: A one-handed Axe, blessed coldforged steel integrately carved with celtic markings.
The Axe is well over 2000 years old and has been in the family ever since it was suposedly gifted by lord url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oberon]Oberon[/url] himself.
Secondary 2: HK MP7 SMG, black-market upgrades for extra ammo and hands free reload system.
Cedric knows or cares fuck all about guns, so his brother got him one that goes 'spray and pray'.
Hidden: A large double-edged sickle made of wood from an oak tree that supposedly grew on Avalon. It is lined with a copper edge and plated with gold. It's hilt is adorned with dried leaves of holly.
Hair: Long curly red hair in a braid. At the end of the braid is a gold band with Celtic markings. Red beard in two smaller braids with similar bands.
Eyes: Bright green.
Personality(Optional):
Calm and collected, rationally chooses to follow his instincts.
Being trained from youth as a vampire hunter, he lives to hunt the undead. He doesn't hate them or feel any emotion to them at all. To him they are monsters that need to be put down. Cedric doesn't repress his fears, he listens to them and uses them as a sixth sense to gouge strength and decide targets. The more he fears a monster, the higher it's priority. If he doesn't fear you he doesn't care about killing you.
The Faetouched family is a family of vampire hunters that go back to the time of the Celtic druids, and many of the old traditions still live on in their customs. According to the family tree there runs fairy blood in their veins. Religiously they identify as Fae worshipers, this translates to 'Pagan' for anyone they don't feel like explaining themselves to, which is pretty much everyone.
Cedric loves the taste of honey, he eats it with everything and as such always reeks of the stuff. It became his calling card of sorts.
He and most other younger members of his family hunt vampires on commission. There's always some nameless figure pulling the strings. The family doesn't care as long as they are being paid to systematically rid the world of bloodsuckers. Even if the one paying the bills is another vampire who profits in his enemies demise.
He'll be a diplomat from the Independent Hunters Guild.
Ciskel thought this over. "Well, it isn't far to the portal, we could be home in half an hour or so. And I'd love to invite you over to come look at our guild. I bet everyone'd be thrilled to meet you."
A loud stomping could be heard echoing trough the underground caverns. Something large was coming down the stairs.
A loud stomping could be heard echoing trough the underground caverns. Something large was coming down the stairs.
Hey I'm not the one who stopped posting.
A reminder of what Jenifer looks like in Chamelion form.
A Chamelion is a Chameleon with frills like a lions mane. Yes this is something I made up. I know it's completely based on aput but I like the idea so I'm using it.
So this thing is the size of a small truck and made of solid rock. It's also called Jenifer.
A Chamelion is a Chameleon with frills like a lions mane. Yes this is something I made up. I know it's completely based on aput but I like the idea so I'm using it.
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So this thing is the size of a small truck and made of solid rock. It's also called Jenifer.
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