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Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I think we are waiting on @HeartsCollide to post, they've been away for a few days.

Ink On Your Soul

Finally got to post!

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Béatrix was following after a lead the NYPD had given her on a rogue vampire in the area. Ever since the marks had started forming on species other than humans, more and more supernatural beings were crawling out of the woodwork. Most humans in places of power were not too keen on the murderous tendencies of some of these other species. Vampires, like her, were not without fault, and the humans often wanted them taken care of just the same. Like a loaded gun, Trixy saw no difference in killing one species over another, although, if it was a werewolf, the kill gave her a particular high. The police force overlooked Trixy’s shady past and her vampirism in order to use her as a member of a suicide squad of sorts. She was hard to kill, had superhuman sight and hearing, and she possessed a unique ability to be able to manipulate the minds of those around her.

Murder was a good way to pass the time, especially if it made the world a better place to live in. Before working with the military, and the law, Béatrix killed based on her own morals of who was good and who was bad, and let’s just say her moral compass doesn’t always point due north. Maybe it did once, but that was a long, long time ago, before vampirism had a chance to take root in her body, and before the ability to love was ripped from her soul.

Trixy walked the streets in common clothes, doing her best to blend in with the NYC hustle and bustle. Carl, the current voice of authority, occasionally chirped in her earpiece, informing her on possible whereabouts of the rogue. Trixy pressed her back against the brick wall and peered around the corner, she definitely sensed another vampire nearby. She reached for her beloved gun, tucked away in the holster that was concealed by the back of her shirt. Trixy squinted her eyes to focus on the distant figure in the alleyway, which seemed to be in an intense struggle with another person. Béatrix brandished her gun and stepped through the shadows with the otherworldly grace that all vampires possessed. Unseen, unheard, Madame Vengeance would always hit her target…

… But, not this time. The sudden burn in her wrist threw her off, and the slightest hitch in her concentration betrayed her silent approach, causing her to kick a pebble. The other vampire, hearing the sound and finally sensing her presence, fled.

“Shit, I lost him.” She hissed under her breath, the earpiece picking up her words.

“What do you mean you lost him? You’ve never lost someone before.” Carl’s voice responded in her ear.

“I know, I’m sorry. I know what he looks like now, and I’ve got his scent. I’ll definitely find him again.” She said a little louder now, it’s not like she was going to scare anyone away again…

“Whatever you say, Agent Wolfsbane. You sure you’re alright, this isn’t like you, you’re our best shot.” Carl said in his best attempt at a compliment, he really was an awkward man for someone with such clout and authority in the department.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I’ll have to get back to you on that… I’m going to go see if the other guy is alright.” she replied before hitting the button on her earpiece to mute their communication, and lowering her gun. Just as she took a step forward to the other figure, the burning in her wrist intensified. Trixy looked down at her wrapped wrist, her eyes were glaring daggers at it. No, it can’t be… What day is it again? The bindings obscured the name and date inked on her skin, but the image of it was forever seared into her mind's eye. Like elephants, vampires can never truly forget - try as they might. Trixy took another step forward, and the burning got worse; A step backward, and the burning subsided. Béatrix looked up at the hulking figure before her, and now he was the recipient of her icy glare.

For the first time in centuries, Béatrix de la Croix turned on her heels, and ran. She ran fast and hard, revealing her vampire speed to this stranger, but she didn’t care. Maybe, with enough effort, she could outrun her own destiny.

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I joined with the idea that not many people remain active that join initially. 20 people can quickly turn to 5 people on this site... lol.

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Cold shoulder? Trixy might try to shoot him. :p Well, depends on how old he is...

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I'm so excited! I wonder what he'll be like... maybe he'll be a werewolf, or English, or both! Oh man, that would be something? XD But honestly, I like practicing flexibility as a writer, so anything goes!

Also, @Deadnaut, I feel like it's within the realm of possibilities that our characters might know each other, being that they are both involved in the local law enforcement. Although, Trixy is relatively new to the area, so Aura might just know her by name/rumor.

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@Silent Observer

Accepted!

@Morte Angelis

Neat, so... should I wait to post IC until someone joins to be Trixy's unfortunate soulmate? :p

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Béatrix de la Croix

Age: 630, turned at around age 18

Nicknames/aliases: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Sexual Preference: Hetero

Likes:

• Her dual glock 22s
• flirting
• hard liquor (chartreuse, especially)
• mind games
• meaningless hookups
• blood

Dislikes:

• WEREWOLVES
• the English
• prudes
• love
• people who take themselves too seriously

Bio:

Sorry about the wall of text :x

The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles who married for power, not their soul mates. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves. His was the name marked on her wrist, and hers on his.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man – her soul mate. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death which, of course, is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed with an unbearable pain searing her wrist. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day, wake you from your slumber, and murder you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills in vampire mental manipulation, deception, and investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the stories… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived to tell the tale.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She is currently in NYC on a mission to put down rogue supernaturals wreaking havoc in the city.

Occupation: Hit woman/bounty hunter (nicknamed Wolfsbane, and Madame Vengeance) – it used to be a self-decided operation, but she now works with the military and law enforcement to take out criminals only.

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting soul mate: Trixy’s is a tale of heartbreak. When she lost Francis, she lost everything – her sire, her best friend, and her lover. She doesn’t believe in second chances, and refuses to love again. No one will replace what Francis was to her, she won’t let them. The day she saw Francis’ name blackened and crossed off on her wrist, she bound her arm in silk to cover up what would come next. She didn’t want another, her heart was too cold to feel anything but pain. In time, she did see the new ink, but the date was centuries away, and she hoped maybe she’d die first. Although she keeps the tattoo still wrapped, the name haunts her subconscious, especially knowing that the date is so close now…

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Sounds good to me