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Hadrian tilted his head upon hearing the assorted comments, letting an annoying grunt when she heard the voice of Adelaide. It was just his luck. He wanted to play shining knightly rescue and out of all his options, two had underdeveloped bodies, and the third one was Adelaide. Which probably would mock him, and not even need a kind of rescue whatsoever. That french she-viper really got to his nerves, much like anyone french for the matter. Then the other vampire decided to take charge and claim names. The old crusader let out a defeatist sigh as he scratched the back of his head.
"Actually I've been living in a scrapyard, good material to forge stuff." He answered to Adelaide's quip."Alright, kid, I'll play vampire cronie with you." He added to Norman's. "This guy looks unhinged, and he's gone too far. I know that feeling. But, hey, I thought those who followed the path of the Hashshashin were much more discriminating. The Old Man in the Mountain must be rolling on his earthly grave if he ever found out how sloppy the youths are." He took out his worn coat, and dropped it nonchalantly, getting ready for action. Underneath the old clothing, a snug but equally worn tanktop revealed well defined muscles and a mesh of scars not only across his face, but through his body aswell.
And then one of the vampettes cursed in russian and just hurled a chunk of a FREAKING wall at the assassin. "Oh dear." Hadrian let out both in amusement and surprise, a smile forming in his face. "Looks like you might not even need my help." He chuckled inwardly. He would've probably hurled a car to the freak's posturing and invitation to take in an attack and countering it, but the other female vampire had beaten him to the punch.
Adrian then flashed an impish grin. "Then again...it's better to be safe than sorry." The old vampire wasn't going to risk it, so he dived for the discarded blood freezer, and took one of the bags. Human blood. He had swore off the stuff due to the pain it caused to humans to extract it, but he didn't hesitate and drank its contents open, feeling the power who had long been dormant building up. He then, in a show of speed, moved like a blur, positioning himself next to the panicking vampire and Adelaide, assuming a Kung Fu stance.
"Hot dogs, huh?" Dana said lazily as she jogged lightly in her neon pink tracksuit alongside the dog she had been assigned. The female doctor didn't mind doing a little of exercise in her day off, after all, her kind and dogs were the sort to run and trek for a while rather than being cooped up full time. At least it was a break from the Siberian cases duo and their two-men wrecking crew show. It was a complicated dynamic to say the least. She and the bosses really hated the messes they usually brought to her tables to analyze, but then again, she was practically the only forensic in the NYPD versed in the stuff, besides the ex-head who went and made a cop out of cop corpses. She never figured out what had it been about.
She waved her hand through her loose brown hair, letting a sigh of relief after exerting herself to the point of sweating. "Yeah, let's go get some grub. But only one." She said to her fellow companion, the german shepherd known as Agent Porkchop. He seemed to whine in grief, his ears flopping.
"Don't look at me like that. The vet said you were a little chubby." Dana nonchalantly quipped, some strangers staring at the funny duo of jogging woman and dog. However, their attention was short-lived, because there were more people who pretended that they could talk to their dogs throughout the world. It was then that Porkchop barked in a well-articulated canine complaint.
"wha-" The doctor said, a burrow furrowing. "My BUTT is not THAT fat." The doctor added, folding her arms and staring intently at Porkchop, but soon relented. "Alright, two for each one of us but this is the last time, you hear me?" She added, finally conceding.
Just as a VAN COMING OUT OF FREAKING NOWHERE sped through the sidewalk, nearly knocking the hot dog stall. "Huh. That's we-" She added, not being able to finish as a bumperless, but pretty much recognizable DeSoto literally obliterated the stall, leaving her in disbelief of the mess,just as her canine companion sniffed a couple of the sausages that had been scattered before gulping them down.
"Goddamnit Eddie." said doctor Dana Oakheart, her pink tracksuit now covered in assorted sauce stains. "Porkchop, after them!" She said, after witnessing the crash and eventual standoff. The dog seemed to comply as he ran at full speed, ready to bite crook's flesh and not let it go.
"Actually I've been living in a scrapyard, good material to forge stuff." He answered to Adelaide's quip."Alright, kid, I'll play vampire cronie with you." He added to Norman's. "This guy looks unhinged, and he's gone too far. I know that feeling. But, hey, I thought those who followed the path of the Hashshashin were much more discriminating. The Old Man in the Mountain must be rolling on his earthly grave if he ever found out how sloppy the youths are." He took out his worn coat, and dropped it nonchalantly, getting ready for action. Underneath the old clothing, a snug but equally worn tanktop revealed well defined muscles and a mesh of scars not only across his face, but through his body aswell.
And then one of the vampettes cursed in russian and just hurled a chunk of a FREAKING wall at the assassin. "Oh dear." Hadrian let out both in amusement and surprise, a smile forming in his face. "Looks like you might not even need my help." He chuckled inwardly. He would've probably hurled a car to the freak's posturing and invitation to take in an attack and countering it, but the other female vampire had beaten him to the punch.
Adrian then flashed an impish grin. "Then again...it's better to be safe than sorry." The old vampire wasn't going to risk it, so he dived for the discarded blood freezer, and took one of the bags. Human blood. He had swore off the stuff due to the pain it caused to humans to extract it, but he didn't hesitate and drank its contents open, feeling the power who had long been dormant building up. He then, in a show of speed, moved like a blur, positioning himself next to the panicking vampire and Adelaide, assuming a Kung Fu stance.
"Hot dogs, huh?" Dana said lazily as she jogged lightly in her neon pink tracksuit alongside the dog she had been assigned. The female doctor didn't mind doing a little of exercise in her day off, after all, her kind and dogs were the sort to run and trek for a while rather than being cooped up full time. At least it was a break from the Siberian cases duo and their two-men wrecking crew show. It was a complicated dynamic to say the least. She and the bosses really hated the messes they usually brought to her tables to analyze, but then again, she was practically the only forensic in the NYPD versed in the stuff, besides the ex-head who went and made a cop out of cop corpses. She never figured out what had it been about.
She waved her hand through her loose brown hair, letting a sigh of relief after exerting herself to the point of sweating. "Yeah, let's go get some grub. But only one." She said to her fellow companion, the german shepherd known as Agent Porkchop. He seemed to whine in grief, his ears flopping.
"Don't look at me like that. The vet said you were a little chubby." Dana nonchalantly quipped, some strangers staring at the funny duo of jogging woman and dog. However, their attention was short-lived, because there were more people who pretended that they could talk to their dogs throughout the world. It was then that Porkchop barked in a well-articulated canine complaint.
"wha-" The doctor said, a burrow furrowing. "My BUTT is not THAT fat." The doctor added, folding her arms and staring intently at Porkchop, but soon relented. "Alright, two for each one of us but this is the last time, you hear me?" She added, finally conceding.
Just as a VAN COMING OUT OF FREAKING NOWHERE sped through the sidewalk, nearly knocking the hot dog stall. "Huh. That's we-" She added, not being able to finish as a bumperless, but pretty much recognizable DeSoto literally obliterated the stall, leaving her in disbelief of the mess,just as her canine companion sniffed a couple of the sausages that had been scattered before gulping them down.
"Goddamnit Eddie." said doctor Dana Oakheart, her pink tracksuit now covered in assorted sauce stains. "Porkchop, after them!" She said, after witnessing the crash and eventual standoff. The dog seemed to comply as he ran at full speed, ready to bite crook's flesh and not let it go.
So I need a new character or I could deploy Fina back? If so what's the rules regarding that?
Double post but I really like the NYPD peanut gallery, here's some spice for the mix with a potential second character.
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):
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
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):
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
Just saw there's spots open, my imagination?
I could post, but would be rude not to wait on ghost in black.
Long overdue, but here's my entrance. Complete with flying kick. A Temmie doing a flying kick on a bat. Yes.
Hero Tem stretched his paws lazily, as he darted left and right throughout the caverns of the underworld. The barrier, the yoke that had been imposed a long time ago by the despicable bad humans was no more. There wouldn't be any more fighting with them. Of course, all other Temmies were ecstasic about humans, for some reason he couldn't comprehend. Generations of Temmies had grown up and died before his sleeping, crystallized self. But he wasn't going to give up. The detemmination was strong in him, even if he felt horribly out of touch with most other monsters.
The surface... felt nostalgic. Being one of the few monsters to have experienced a taste of it before being sealed, Hero Tem took its time to thread carefully. Smell a flower, watch a butterfly go idly by his side, splitting a mountain rock in half with a kick... He still had that habit that other Temmies found strange. Chuckling softly, he spotted a swarm of bats exiting the underworld entrance, and they engaged in some sort of scuffle with a bunch of other monsters...and two humans. And King Asgore. What.
"HALT U dUMimes!" Hero shouted out of the top of his lungs as he propelled himself with lightning speed executing a jumping kick on one of the bats. "u nO hurt KIN ASHCURD! tEMMiE mAD!"
The surface... felt nostalgic. Being one of the few monsters to have experienced a taste of it before being sealed, Hero Tem took its time to thread carefully. Smell a flower, watch a butterfly go idly by his side, splitting a mountain rock in half with a kick... He still had that habit that other Temmies found strange. Chuckling softly, he spotted a swarm of bats exiting the underworld entrance, and they engaged in some sort of scuffle with a bunch of other monsters...and two humans. And King Asgore. What.
"HALT U dUMimes!" Hero shouted out of the top of his lungs as he propelled himself with lightning speed executing a jumping kick on one of the bats. "u nO hurt KIN ASHCURD! tEMMiE mAD!"
I'm actually considering doing a little retcon on Hadrian and state he's a full outcast and freelance, rather than being with the Mix... seeing as there isn't people playing that faction, and he's in the BlackBlood turf now anyway.
I'm sure he'll be delighted to recognize her as one of the ladies. And by delighted I mean "Not her again. Why do I keep running on the same treacherous she-vampire?"
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