AtomicNut

The Blood Wars Reboot(Always accepting)

Right, so she probably has an idea on his current outlook at life and some of his skills.

The Blood Wars Reboot(Always accepting)

I'm wondering if Adalaide and Hadrian have met before, being both old even for vampires, and if so if it was during Hadrian's stint as renegade sire-killing vampire who hunts monsters or in the posterior enlightment phase where he learned meditation and martial arts and mellowed out.

The vampire-hunting-vampires phase is why i didn't consider him fitting in the Blackbloods.

The Blood Wars Reboot(Always accepting)

Come to think I should've opened with a post of the reunion of what's left of the Mix... but heh, there weren't any other Mix fellas.

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It was this or mooning Bastian and then scaping in bat form.

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Ol' Smithy sighed as he kept walking through the alley. He mentally checked his daily task list before continuing. He had done the requests on his workshop, bought some grub for the halfbreed kids, and some blood for himself which he promptly drank. He had done his daily meditation and training, as well as fixing some radio that had been giving trouble on a strip club. The old vampire was still bored, as the hours crawled slowly through his mind. He had briefly considered pulling a prank on Bastian, like slipping a whoopee cushion on the proud werewolf's chair. Or on one of the vampire elders. Although a better idea formed in his mind. He hated a lot of the guts of his kin, but he could still appreciate the flavour of a good blood-laced drink.

He looked his reflection in a puddle. He was a bloody hobo. It could get tricky to get in The Zone to pick up some drinks and conversation... It looked like the night was going to be boring.

And then he wished he hadn't thought that, as a loud explosion brought him to his senses. "Er, i didn't mean this kind of fun tonight. Damnit." He cursed under his breath, watching the events unfold. The Zone was part of the Blackbloods turf, so whomever did this was aiming big or was just an idiot. Several of the survivors crawled out, and then some ninja-slash-car busting-slash-vigilante knockoff guy arrived at the scene, taunting the vampires. He normally didn't deal in Blackblood turf nor he took sides, but hey, those three girls looked like they needed some more help. The guy was packing quite some worrisome bladed weapon.

He decided to step out of the alley. "Good evening." He said to everyone involved. "I heard you've got a bad case of a dancefloor exploding and killing people, followed by raining mysterious people who like to taunt ladies while they're down. Do you need my assistance, Blackbloods? I recycle trash."

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Smithy

Name: Adrian Copperfield / Sir Hadrian of Jerusalem / Ol' Smithy
Apparent Age(only valid if vampire/werewolf/hybrid):26
Actual Age:Circa 12th century. +800 Years old.
Gender: Male
Race/Faction: Vampire outcast, The Mix.
Height:5'9''
Weight:160lbs
Appearance: Adrian looks like a fit young man, with a scraggly beard, a slightly prominent nose, and dark blue eyes. He keeps his black hair cut in a caesar style. He has several characteristical scars on his face: a diagonal cut on his left cheek, a small one above the right side of the lip, and the right earlobe is missing. If one could see him without clothes, he has a puncture scar on his left leg and a slashing cut above the right side of the chest. He wears shaggy and loose clothes on a usual basis, of grayish tones, singed and full of patches. His voice is somewhat raspy, low-key and gruff, and he walks with a rather depressed air.

Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum): Hadrian was one of the many knights that throughout the middle ages, tasked themselves to take the Holy Land from the infidels. Serving his youth in Jerusalem, he valiantly helped Balian defend the city to its last against Saladin's siege. The outcome of the battle left him embittered about the world at large, and he trudged towards his home being a former shadow of the knight he once was. He abandoned his faith and his ways, and used what little money and status he had left to indulge in lavish desires, strongly considering to fall atop his sword, even if he knew fully well that suicide was a great sin.

It all changed, however, when a beckoning voice from a woman of pleasure enticed him to enter a random brothel in France. After the deed was done, he felt the sharp fangs of the woman on his neck -all too late- before he succumbed to the power and wiles of the she-vampire. He thought he would die. Far from it. He was reborn as a children of the night, his sire's pet knight whom she wanted to play with and use as a weapon against the fools who dared to oppose her. However, a miscalculation on her part didn't take in account the amount of self-hate of the knight, whom tired of being a puppet first to God and his King, and now to a vampire, decapitated her in a bout of wrath.

It all was downhill from here. Hating everything, Hadrian resolved to kill each and everyone of the supernatural creatures he came accross, and then kill himself for being a ravenous beast. A futile effort. Enemies kept piling up, and each passing day his will waned. Eventually, he came across a blind, sickly human child, whom he intended to prey upon to regenerate and feast, in order to fuel his one-man war against the world. The child, scared and resigned, prayed.

And thus, Hadrian remembered. Of his past pride. Of how it felt to protect others. Of how far he had fallen. He let the child go, and swore off violence, and began a journey of self discovery, throughout the reaches of the known world. Just like the Cain of the bible, he roamed aimlessly, seeking peace. Different cultures, different philosophies permeated into him, and he took up to practice martial arts and meditation to soothe his soul. And then the Industrial age happened. The humans had truly gone a long way without him, and he graciously accepted that the world had long since moved wonderfully without him. And such a beatiful world it was. The once lost in wrath knight rekindled his fires of hope, and started anew. He studied. He became an engineer, he became a mentor, and an advocate in peace. For such a world still had its share of darkness and outcasts, and those needed a guiding light, much like he needed it in his darkest hour.

Personality: Adrian is a patient, philosophical kind of sort. He doesn't withold information nor denies help from those who seek his company, except if said help is to further selfish political agendas. He enjoys tinkering, and reciclying scraps. He also has a taste for meditation, sparring and weapon smithing. He thinks of his fellow outcasts as the little siblings he never had, and he unoficially supports the Mix agenda, if only because without the Mix, everyone's lives would be for the worse. Ol' Smithy distrusts deceptive people and self-accomplished people in general. Despite his overall placid attitude, it is not a wise idea to anger him by hurting anyone whom he has taken under his wing. With the zeal only a crusader would have, he will hunt whomever is the offender and rip him apart.
Powers(Again, keep it realistic or you will be denied):
Hadrian is an elder vampire, and as such he can pull many feats of strength and speed younger vampires can dream of. However, due to his pacifist habits, his power is heavily suppressed as he relies on cattle blood rather than human blood for sustenance. If he were to drink human blood, his full power would manifest.
Hadrian can also turn himself into a bat to travel distances, as well as talk to lesser animals and beasts.
Hadrian is a master martial artist, having travelled far and wide to hone his mind and body. When he combines it with his swordplay (whom it has been augmented to the point he's able to pull out feats like dual wielding swords), few denizens can be a match to him, unarmed or armed.
Hadrian is also an engineer and tinkerer, and he's a good weaponsmith. He usually crafts good quality blades from the scraps and miscellaneous materials from the scrapyard. He also takes requests to craft blades and customize guns. He has to live off something after all.
Other: Hadrian still keeps a heavily modernized version of his medieval full plate, now a full body armor which includes kevlar and plates, as well as the most recent version of his sword. He rarely dons it, and him wearing it is an indicative of how pissed off he is.

Dana

Name:Doctor Dana Oakfield
Apparent Age(only valid if vampire/werewolf/hybrid):23
Actual Age:450ish
Gender:Female
Race/Faction:Werewolf/NYPD (because why the hell not)
Height:5'5''
Weight:Not tellin'
Appearance(Anime pictures preferred, realistic or textual descriptions equally accepted):

Blegh

Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum):

Dana was born in rural england back in the middle ages. She and her mother lived in a forest cabin apart from the normal folk, due to the unfounded rumours of her mother being a witch (truth to be told she was a folk healer and a midwife). From an early age, Dana took a liking to the herbalism and healing, and her curious nature took the best of her in her more than often field trips. One day, though, she caught sight of an strange beast. Neither man nor wolf. Had she been exposed to werewolves myth like the vast majority of people, Dana would've fled the spot. But she had been raised quite differently, and had taken the teachings of her mother to help the wounded no matter how or what they were to heart. She helped dress and tend to the creature's horrific silver-stained wounds, and even provide some nourishment to it. As he regained his senses, he adressed himself as Brian the Wolf-Cursed, and said that he was a creature of honor, and would sometime repair the favour back.

It didn't take long. As Dana grew up in a fine, somewhat comely woman, the rumours of her following her mother's steps into the dark arts came to an all time high, and it didn't take too long to spark a witch hunt. A local youth who made advances towards Dana but was soundly rejected was the final straw. Being healers, and not fighters, the outcome was evident. Dana's mother was lynched before her eyes, and Dana herself was badly burnt and left to die.

None of her assailants survived that day, as an enraged Brian ripped every single of the lynchers apart, as the young woman still clung to what little life she had left. Brian, being no healer himself, faced a cruel choice. Leave her die, or save her and turn her into a werewolf. Dana still doesn't comprehend why he chose what he chose, but the end result was that Dana was transformed into a werewolf that day, which saved her life.

Out of guilt, the Wolf-cursed taught Dana the ropes, and the two became not unlike master and disciple as they roamed throughout the forest canopies of Europe. Which were steadily but surely growing smaller and smaller, leaving practically no room for the werewolves. It was then when Dana decided to migrate to North America alongside Brian, not because the forests, but also because the many opportunities the new world parts offered to her herbalism.

At the same time, the scientific displine known as medicine caught Dana's eye, and inbetween coming to terms with her nature and roaming the forests, she studied the discipline formally, becoming enamored with the selfless ethic of the science. Dana wished to be a doctor with all her heart, cursed or not. She started to smile more often.

Until the other werewolves power struggles tore her beloved master apart. Brian, unfortunately, had been in the way of the Silver Moon, and he stood little chance. But Dana wasn't going to bow down to the pack so easily, not with all the poisonous drugs they took profit from. Dana could understand Brian dying to another werewolf, and she didn't resent that fact, but the medic in her could not stand the drug racket. She then joined the NYPD as a forensic, in order to help the people clean the place from that noxious influence, putting her expertise in the supernatural as well as her medical expertise to help the department.

Personality: Dana is a withdrawn, shy woman, which is defined by her love of medicine and her actual willingness to help others whenever she can. However, after being on the receiving end of some of the worst traits of humanity, Dana has developed a thick shell of cynicism and sarcasm which is quite hard to shatter. She delights herself in making abrasive, bitter remarks of her peers, although deep down, she's loyal to the lot, like a wolf to the pack. And her pack is the NYPD.

Powers: Dana is a bit of a runt of a werewolf, being slightly weaker than the average, but slightly faster aswell due to her lithe physique.
Dana has also keener senses than most other werewolves, in particular her smell, which can match those of police dogs. Couple with her analytical skills and forensic knowledge, she's a skilled tracker.
Dana can also speak with other canids, but she mostly doesn't bother. Dogs are STUPID on the most part, and wolves in NY? Get. Real.
In addition to her werewolf powers, Dana is a skilled healer. She also practices Kung fu to keep somewhat fit, but she's a far shot from a proper martial artist.

Other: Dana keeps a K-9 companion around called Agent Porkchop. Naturally, she can track as well as porkchop with her keen senses, if not better, but she wants him to feel useful and keep appearance with the rest of the people who are not in the loop. She also carries a dart gun with Wolfsbane (for werewolves) and a powerful blood coagulant (for disabling vampires and quick first aid) just in case.She also loves being petted and being scratched behind her ear

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Huh. Looks interesting.

Name: Adrian Copperfield / Sir Hadrian of Jerusalem / Ol' Smithy
Apparent Age(only valid if vampire/werewolf/hybrid):26
Actual Age:Circa 12th century. +800 Years old.
Gender: Male
Race/Faction: Vampire outcast, The Mix.
Height:5'9''
Weight:160lbs
Appearance: Adrian looks like a fit young man, with a scraggly beard, a slightly prominent nose, and dark blue eyes. He keeps his black hair cut in a caesar style. He has several characteristical scars on his face: a diagonal cut on his left cheek, a small one above the right side of the lip, and the right earlobe is missing. If one could see him without clothes, he has a puncture scar on his left leg and a slashing cut above the right side of the chest. He wears shaggy and loose clothes on a usual basis, of grayish tones, singed and full of patches. His voice is somewhat raspy, low-key and gruff, and he walks with a rather depressed air.

Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum): Hadrian was one of the many knights that throughout the middle ages, tasked themselves to take the Holy Land from the infidels. Serving his youth in Jerusalem, he valiantly helped Balian defend the city to its last against Saladin's siege. The outcome of the battle left him embittered about the world at large, and he trudged towards his home being a former shadow of the knight he once was. He abandoned his faith and his ways, and used what little money and status he had left to indulge in lavish desires, strongly considering to fall atop his sword, even if he knew fully well that suicide was a great sin.

It all changed, however, when a beckoning voice from a woman of pleasure enticed him to enter a random brothel in France. After the deed was done, he felt the sharp fangs of the woman on his neck -all too late- before he succumbed to the power and wiles of the she-vampire. He thought he would die. Far from it. He was reborn as a children of the night, his sire's pet knight whom she wanted to play with and use as a weapon against the fools who dared to oppose her. However, a miscalculation on her part didn't take in account the amount of self-hate of the knight, whom tired of being a puppet first to God and his King, and now to a vampire, decapitated her in a bout of wrath.

It all was downhill from here. Hating everything, Hadrian resolved to kill each and everyone of the supernatural creatures he came accross, and then kill himself for being a ravenous beast. A futile effort. Enemies kept piling up, and each passing day his will waned. Eventually, he came across a blind, sickly human child, whom he intended to prey upon to regenerate and feast, in order to fuel his one-man war against the world. The child, scared and resigned, prayed.

And thus, Hadrian remembered. Of his past pride. Of how it felt to protect others. Of how far he had fallen. He let the child go, and swore off violence, and began a journey of self discovery, throughout the reaches of the known world. Just like the Cain of the bible, he roamed aimlessly, seeking peace. Different cultures, different philosophies permeated into him, and he took up to practice martial arts and meditation to soothe his soul. And then the Industrial age happened. The humans had truly gone a long way without him, and he graciously accepted that the world had long since moved wonderfully without him. And such a beatiful world it was. The once lost in wrath knight rekindled his fires of hope, and started anew. He studied. He became an engineer, he became a mentor, and an advocate in peace. For such a world still had its share of darkness and outcasts, and those needed a guiding light, much like he needed it in his darkest hour.

Personality: Adrian is a patient, philosophical kind of sort. He doesn't withold information nor denies help from those who seek his company, except if said help is to further selfish political agendas. He enjoys tinkering, and reciclying scraps. He also has a taste for meditation, sparring and weapon smithing. He thinks of his fellow outcasts as the little siblings he never had, and he unoficially supports the Mix agenda, if only because without the Mix, everyone's lives would be for the worse. Ol' Smithy distrusts deceptive people and self-accomplished people in general. Despite his overall placid attitude, it is not a wise idea to anger him by hurting anyone whom he has taken under his wing. With the zeal only a crusader would have, he will hunt whomever is the offender and rip him apart.
Powers(Again, keep it realistic or you will be denied):
Hadrian is an elder vampire, and as such he can pull many feats of strength and speed younger vampires can dream of. However, due to his pacifist habits, his power is heavily suppressed as he relies on cattle blood rather than human blood for sustenance. If he were to drink human blood, his full power would manifest.
Hadrian can also turn himself into a bat to travel distances, as well as talk to lesser animals and beasts.
Hadrian is a master martial artist, having travelled far and wide to hone his mind and body. When he combines it with his swordplay (whom it has been augmented to the point he's able to pull out feats like dual wielding swords), few denizens can be a match to him, unarmed or armed.
Hadrian is also an engineer and tinkerer, and he's a good weaponsmith. He usually crafts good quality blades from the scraps and miscellaneous materials from the scrapyard. He also takes requests to craft blades and customize guns. He has to live off something after all.
Other: Hadrian still keeps a heavily modernized version of his medieval full plate, now a full body armor which includes kevlar and plates, as well as the most recent version of his sword. He rarely dons it, and him wearing it is an indicative of how pissed off he is.

Overtale

Your call, boss. Personally I don't think we need it, just some time to sort it out but as you wish.

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having a hard time to place Hero Tem. Doubting if making another character... a human, to fit the bill better hmmm...

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Got caught up in something. Gack. Might be delayed a couple of days.