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My girlfriend totally loves me to the moon and back, and thinks I'm a dumbass for giving her my password. (I love you babe!). <3

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@Carnevile I don't like to jump in head first without knowing what I am getting into. So I want to know all I can before I start. Also how are the Old Gods going to play into this? Are they going to be NPCs or?
@Carnevile Oh, well. I am looking forward to reading it. I don't want to start making a character until I get a good look at the Races. I'm leaning toward the non magic faction though.
I am very interested in this. I see great potential in this roleplay. I just have one question. When will the complete lore be posted?
@Chulance Floyd, do you still need a bad guy?
The Nephilim

There were sixty-sox seals, the seals were beleived only house the fallen Angel Lucifer. That was not true though, there was one being that was also locked away. This creature was not an Angel, nor was it a Demon. It was something worse, it was a Nephilim. A creature created from an unholy union between a Angel and a Demon. The Angelic Order feared the power of this hybrid so they locked it away in the same fashion that they did the Fallen Angel, Lucifer. After locking the said creature away, it was erased from all text and only few Angel's know of it's existance. Those few Angels were the Arch Angels, Metatron and God himself.

When the sixty-six seals were shattered, Vergil the Nephilim escaped. With all of his might, Vergil pulled himself out of the pit, once out he looked around to take in his enviroment. There was splintered wood everywhere, and laying in the ground ten feet from where Vergil stood was a cross, or what resembled a cross. Vergil chuckled at the sight of the destroyed cross. "How fitting the God would place the entrance of the Cage on the grounds of a church." Vergil said before vanishing into thin air.

He would later reappear in the Himalayam Mountain range, inside a cave. Buried within the cave was a chest that had both Enochian and Latin sigils carved on it. That was the only reason that the chest survived that long. Both the Demonic Order and the Angelic Order had been searching for these chests. Hidden inside the chest was a legendary Angelic tool, one of a kind, the Yamato, an Angel Katana. Vergil smiled as he collected his weapon and pulled it from the scabbard. He checked the condition of the blade, before placing back in it's sheath and vanishing once more.

Vergil would soon reappear in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, inside a busy gunshop. He appeared in front of the owner, crouched ontop of the gun counter. Quickly scanning the room, he spotted two weapons, a silver Smith and Wesson .500 Magnum, and a black Colt M1911. "Both of those weapons will be suitable, I shall have them." Vergil said looking away from the Owner. In that instant the owner reached for a hidden shotgun and shoved into Vergil's chest. Before Vergil could turn his head, the shotgun fired launching Vergil backwards into a display.

The Nephilim stood up and laughed as if the buckshot inside his chest didn't hurt him. "Was that nice? I don't think it was." Vergil said, inching closer to the Owner. The Human frantically tried loading another round into the shotgun but was not fast enough. Next thing the man knew was what Vergil's Yamato felt like. The blade penetrated deep into the man's chest. His death was not slow but he did die. Vergil then collected his weapons and vanished into thin air. Leaving behind several witnesses standing in awe and disbelief in what they just saw.

The Hunter


Finding the Winchesters was not any easy task. Those two idiots moved around a lot, but that's common for most hunters. There was one definite way to find them though, thier kryptonite in other words. The ex Hunter, and now information gatherer, Robert "Bobby" Singer. Jayceon's recent quarry, the Vampire was in Minnehaha County of South Dakota which was all apart of the plan. Bobby Singer's home base was located in Sioux Falls, which was only a few hours drive from thier current location. This was the quickest way to get the location of the Winchesters.

"Alright baby, we just made it into Sioux Falls. It'll be a few minutes until we get to Bobby's." Jay said before pulling the car off the road. The shifted the Mustang in neutral, and reached into his pocket, producing a pack of Marlboro Reds, and a black zippo lighter with a skull embossed on it. Pulling out a cigarette and letting it rest in between his lips, Jay lit it and took a long drag. Upon his inhale, Jayceon began to speak. "Here's the plan, we kick the door in and take him down fast. I don't think anyone is there, once we got him down we extract the information. I'll have my kit in case, Mr. Singer doesn't want to talk. And you know, I can make him talk. We won't kill him though, that is not apart of the plan. Also you drive babe, I'm tired of driving." Jayceon said, opening the door and walking to Elena's side.
"Babe, you're ruining my manicure" the radio said.

Jayceon chuckled at his wife's fake whining, she tends to do that. Often. Elena should be able to handle the fleeing vampire, the time to end the hunt. It was fun while it lasted, but there are bigger fish to fry. The Winchesters, and thier merry little family. The won the first battle, but they have yet to win the war. Jay kept chugging along until he came around the corner and saw the Vampire looming over Elena, whom was laying on the concrete. That's when instinct took over, Jay reached toward his lower back and unholstered his monster of a handgun. Quickly pulling it forward and cocking the hammer back, let loose a flurry of six rounds. As each shot impacted the Vampire, Jayceon moved closer to his foe until they were face to face. In one quick motion, before the Vampire could react, Jayceon decapitated the Vampire. The head rolled right off it's shoulders and smacked the hood of the Mustang before settling on the concrete next to Elena. "You gotta be more careful babe. Next time I may not be around to save you." Jay said extending his right arm.
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I'm about to post right now. I just gotta get my musical inspiration going.
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Down in a dark alley, there was a hooded figure. That hooded figure was hunched over breathing heavily. It seemed like the figure had been running for quite sometime sometime. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow, he whipped his head around and beared his teeth. Soon after bearing them, a new set of teeth overlappped them. The new teeth were like finely sharpened knives. This hooded figure was a Vampire. The hunt was on. "My, my what sharp teeth you have." said the darkness. Walking out the darkness was a young male. He wore a black shirt and stonewashed jeans. Strapped to his hip was a Model 629 .44 Magnum Hunter and he was gripping a large machete. The Vampire snareled before running deeper into the darkness. Jayceon chuckled before pursuing the fleeing creature, the vampire moved quite fast even though it was tired. Jay hadn't even broken a sweat yet, he was in top shape and made sure that he was always like that. The young hunter stopped for a brief second and pulled a small walkie talkie out of his back left pocket. "Hey baby girl, Shark Tooth is heading your way."
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