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1880 werewolf and vampire rp

its been roughly two hundred years since their appearance became acceptable to modern society. The creatures and beasts of the night, who hid during the day only to feast at night. Vampires and Werewolves alike were now deeply rooted into everyday life. Where shops and other services stay open all hours of the night. They conversed with every day people though generally stayed to their own kind.

Were wolves in packs with the occasional social loner, while Vampires stayed in their colony, also with the occasional outcast.

In recent memory, nothing has been so troublesome as the current state of things. The country is slowly splitting into two sides as vampiric and lycanthropy wrestle for political power. Aside from the obvious other strange things are starting to occur, the dead are waking up as mindless flesh hungry zombies though no one knoes why, and only a handful of the deceased seem to be affected by the plague. Thankfully the daylighters still have little notion of the political unrest and the abnormal occurrences, mostly thanks to the Royal Bureau of Unnatural Citizens. Or the R.B.U.C. which consists of Human, Vampire, and werewolf officers who control, regulate and midigate all Unnatural Citizens.

This roleplay is an alternat universe of our own and will mostly take place in London. ( Also I have limited knowledge of London and its layout so... Don't be quoting streets and such if you live there.. )
But is open to move about different countries, this is alternate so something's will be different such as fantastical technology though noting as out landish as cellphones keep it sort of to the time piece. [1880]

You will take part as an officer of the R.B.U.C. You will be assigned to a newly opened office. Your mission is to keep the peace and investigate Unnatural Crimes.

For this rp there will be no prime minister just two unnatural electives who advise the queen. A werewolf and vampire. Both are social outcasts and have no ties to packs or colonies. They have been advisor to the monarch for respectivly 100 years and 45 years.

The Cursed

Vampiric information: Blood from a patriarccolony, they're generally high class, cunning and tend to have the longest life span. A patriarch is the Master Vampire, who has extended fangs, and the ability too be exposed to sunlight for a very limited time. They occur extremely rarely so are almost never seen outside of their Colonies Home. Odds of a patriarch are 1/880. Becoming a vimpire haults the aging process, so when ever bitten they are permanently stuck that age. Though as a rule of them they only blood humans who are 20+ years of age. With the extreme being 35. The process is incredibly risky and only 1 of 100 will live through the process
Vampires are very territorial and generally do not travel great distances ( They become mentally and physically Ill the further they are from their colony. ) They tend to live between 100-700 years of age. For a vampire to be an Outcast said vampire has to be extremely old, very strong and confident in his prowess as a hunter. Vampires have human servants ( often times used for their blood, and to do their work during the daylight hours. ) They all compete for the chance to be blooded by the patriarch.
There are currently five Colonies in England, two in London alone. The biggest being 12 Vampires and 40 blood servants. While the smallest being 6 and 30 blood servants. The largest and second largest vampire colonies exist in London. Wood to vita organs will kill a vampire. Holy water and other religious things do not harm vampires

Lychanthropy information: Biten from an alpha who can manage a half shift also known as Anubis. They have a wide spectrum of social standing. Though few in the lower class. Their life span ranges from 200-300 years of age. They can take limited exposure to the day light often times the older members can go several days with out sleep. They have the ability to change at whim though new pups 10-20 years of age will have a difficult time with doing so. It is still socially unacceptable to be seen nude in public. They have shorter life span than vampires Mostly due to constant pack fighting. They blood between the ages of 20-40
Though females are blooded fareless than males due to violence of turning and higher chances of death. Chances of surviving are 1/4. While female it is 1/50 Though werewolves are incredibly picky to whom they allow into the pack. Prospects work much like Blood servants except for the feeding part. They lock their pack bretheren into a cell every full moon. As required by RBUC.
There are 40 packs in england, only four in London. The largest pack being 30 Werewolves and 70 prospects The smallest being 10 werewolves and 20 prospect. Silver to vital organs can and will kill a werewolf. Holy water and such items do not harm Werewolves.

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Vampire Colonies:

Desmodontinae, large, Very influencial, has members seated through out the government. Generally seen as cunning and very held back. Lives in a large, two story mansion that is furnished with historical items dating back to the Roman empire.

Current Patriarch: Lord Giles, Oldest known vampire, Dates back to the 13th century. Considered politically ruthless, current advisor to the queen. 45 years of service.

Noctilio, Large at 10 vampires and 35 blood servsnts, considered politfally weak, though very wealthy. Most people seeking information or dirt on another person or party generally comes here. Though everything has a price. Several large houses connected by walls to form a compound they're located by the docks. Their houses are furnished with the finest furniture of modern society

Current patriarch: Lord James Lysons, incredibly wealthy from former life, holds no government seats, has many venues of revenue ranging from the illegal to the legitimate. Currently 300 something years of age.

Werewolf packs:

Bushell, medium in size with 12 wolves, 40 prospects. Very military minded has members scattered through the ranks of the English military. And a lot of political pull. Lives in a large barracks like buildings out side of town, built with multiple sparring quarters, Wolf Cages, and multiple training courses.

Alpha: General John Bushell, age 150. Seen as just and a brilliant commander of men. Though has little cares for politics. Current advisor to the queen. In service 100 years.

Lockhart, Large at 26 members, 50 prospects. Seen in the nobility cast has some political pull, and claws dipped into trade. An old warehouse converted into a massive home with multiple rooms and a large open quarters where the pack can run free during the change. The entry ways into such a house of course are very solid. Enough to withstand even the biggest wolf.

Alpha Sir David Lockhart, age 221, recently started to push into the political scene has run a very successful opium Trade to the east.

Godfrey, Large at 30 members, 70 prospects. Members dipp in all kinds of life from the illegal to the straight and narrow. Their favorite jobs generally are hired muscle. Even if a bit brutish they have strong political ties. A single house built much like a castle though it has a much more sensible layout. It is designed much like a gentlemen's club with very cushiony carpet, large leather sitting chairs multiple fire places, it has simple yet elequent decor.

Lord Harold Godfrey, Age 308, seen as a political animal, he pushes and bullies his way around. He will risk everything for the political standing of his pack. He is generally seen as the local crime lord.

Feller, small at 8 members, 15 prospects. This pack originally to be located in Denmark, then Scotland, now england but was forced to move due rivalries, and other things. they have diminished greatly and have little to no political pull. Members range from pick pockets to thieves or even hired thugs. They are the poorest pack. They have taken over a small corner street where they rent several residents. Though rent is poor term as they never pay. Generally they lock them sleeves Alex's wine cellar during the moon. ( only one with am actual house more former restaurant. )

Alpha: Alex Feller, Age 80. Very large and robust he is a heavy hitter. He is large for a man and even larger for a werewolf. His strength is almost unmatched. He is incredibly honorable and sees to jobs getting done right.

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Accepted characters:

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Ranking information:

Blood Servant, Prospect. These two ranks are of the mortal. They still hold their previous jobs, ext ect. But they use their freetime serving the Vampires seeking immortal life. Generally only the middle class or wealth can afford. Over very useful lower class though never poor.

Bloodling/Pup: they have a tendency to be overwhelming not knowing how to handle their new found life often times over feeding, eating ect. They can end up sick, or dead if not carefully taken care of via their alpha or vampire subordinate. They hold they can hold their precious titles though it is harder for werewolves to do so. By now, the werewolves take the name of their clan as their own surname oftentimes their former surname turning to their middle name.

Colony member(vampire)/Pack member(Werewolf): they have control of their super human strength and agility/speed while in human form, They can change when the like respectively while vampires can start to cast their will upon the living ( mostly small animals and such ) The wolves slowly build tolerance to the sun. They are now allowed to take on missions of the colony/Pack.

Royal protector is at the height of vampiric power, swift agile and deadly they can move faster than Amy human or werewolf in human form. They can use their willpower to control the weakerminded humans for a short period of time. Their sole purpose is to guard the patriarch. Generally they are trained in hand to hand combat, sword play, and shooting.

Gamma, The third most powerful member of the pack. Their job is to make sure to keep the pack in line, to carry out and the will of the alpha, and too keep the younger members alive.

Beta, the second in command. Sole purpose is to support the alpha to help guide and protect. They issue orders to the pack in his stead always thinking of the alpha.

Alpha, The leader through sheer violence and force. Though in modern times they have to be equally strong. Capable of the Anubis form they are strong willed and resilient. They show little fear and guide their pack with their interest in heart.

Patriarch, The lord of the colony, they're the single strongest, and lethal weapon in the vampire arsenal. They tend to be incredibly smart with their age and wealthy beyond measure often times being able to affored small militias. What ever benefits them benefits the colony.

(ask about being anything above Werewolf/Vampire and I'll decided. )

RBUC: All well dressed and respectable officers of the Queen .

Staffer, paperwork, paperwork. Their responsibility is to look up research and do the paperwork for all things RBUC.

Enforcer, called into address situations they are to uphold the laws of the RBUC, often carrying weapons of their choice though generally the weapons non-lethal. Unless instructed otherwise.

PeaceKeepr, they are street judges, with similar duties of the Enforcer. They should know the law backwards and forwards being able to pass judgment upon small crimes. They have weapons of their choice. Lethal or non.

Investigator, their job is to do the initial investigation, or the mundane/routine crime investigation. They carry weapons of their choice, advised to carry non lethal.

Investigator first class, They handle the serious business from murder to the bizarre. They have general jurisdiction over the other Law enforcement agencies.

Head investigator, manages all cases and issues orders passed down to him. or her. They rarely see the streets and but when they do its very serious. They are generally the most experienced and well trained investigators.

Captain, the head hancho. Who only answers to the queen's advisors and of course the queen. They're well respected and tough as nails their terms are short about Five years due to the amount of time it takes to make captain. They are the RBUC's best and brightest.

(Ask about any rank above, Enforcer)

(Non-lethal, bullets made from soft metals that hold a blend of garlic and wolfsbane capable of slowing or wounding their targets)

(Swords and the other such. Swords are generally not advised unless vampiric. Due to wolves being slower and humans ever slower than that.)

Sooo Yea

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

Full Name: James W. GunHammer
Alias: None.
Race: Human
Age: 28
Description: Of average height, and build with short well groomed brown hair, he has very thick, mustache that curls up slight at the ends. He wears a black bowler hat, a tailored black dinner jacket, with a dark blue vest and white dress shirt. His pants are black slacks, with formal dress shoes. At his hip is a single holster, that holds his precious Griswold & Gunnison revolver.
Colony/Pack: N/A

Colony/Pack Rank: N/A

RBUC rank: PeaceKeeper

History: He had immigrated to the British isles as an American Immigrant. He generally doesn't speak about his past. But from what most could tell he served on the Human side of the civil war which had ended badly.

Weapons: Griswold & Gunnison revolver, loaded with bullets that are essentially made of wood with silver inlay for lethel efficiency.

Within his coat sits his Enfield revolver, a top of the line model which has only recently come out. It is loaded with led bullets that house a small breakable compartment mixed with Garlic and wolfsbane.

He carries a small knife made of silver in his boot, along with a thin wooden steak behind the knife.

Other: He owns a small house down town London which he has few possessions.

The Skytower Rebellion

So we can expect a post soon?

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Unknown Space

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The light class stealth ship stayed silent, allowing the ship to pass by with no reaction. If robotics could hold their breath they would have at this moment. Not a single sentient being moved, spoke or even transmitted. Once it cleared orbit, and headed towards the discharge drive things began to turn serious. They had ground crews that would take too long too recover, yet if this Unknown race destroyed their precious discharge platform it would ensure their annihilation. The captain made the decision, he stood up from the helm and spoke rapidly, to organic ears it would sound much like gargled noises but to them he was relaying information faster than any other species could. "Zero point turn, full forward. We need to give assistance to the Research027, I want weapons ready, and targeting pinned on that ship. Intercept all transmissions, make them go dark. Drop active, acoustic cammo and pull up full shields." These orders were issued efficiently and quickly he sat down, looking at the list of crew members who would be left behind. His programming made him cycle threw each of their files in a slight mourning process. Odds were they would never see home again.

The little ship's engines tilted, thrusting it backwards and towards the ship. The afterburners were kicked on and they began to pick up speed. Now they were too close. The ship ahead was slowing, but they showed no similar signs. "Fire a single shot across their bow, give them a warning." They were small but railgun was powerful. He had no contact with the other ships as apart of the ops called for.

The two frigates immediately turned to broad side, their array of weaponry aimed for the oncoming ship. The resesch ship slowly backed away, its reverse thrusters only used to slow it were weak. It had no pin point capabilities that the military ones did. Their ESDD was beginning to spin up once. They were pointed home they'd dissapear. The Unknown ship stopped some ways away, all was completely quite. There seemed to hold a great intensity about the air. Their arsenal of weapons including the missle batteries packed with nuclear capabilities were ready to fire.

The Captain of the stealth ship finally got within range, firing a single shot across their bow merely a minute after ship stopped. The shell flew threw the vacuum of space at unimaginable speeds, only to dissapear Into the dark void. Then the ship slowed to a light cruise. Their advanced technology eating up the Unknown comms. A single one was failed to be observed, the laser. They had no ability to intercept such a thing. The captain sat back and began to formulate a plan. The three ships could handle this lone one with ease so be believed. They used incredibly outdated nuclear propulsion. Their own ion thrusters gave them an eas, almost unlimited source of movement. He knew though not to underestimate such a new foe. He had little ideas on their defenses and offensive capability.

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Planet side

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There was a disturbing loneliness about being left to Die on an alien planet. The marines stood there confused, they hadnt seen the ship leave orbit too busy readying cammo. They looked to one another then the researchers. Of course they could reach orbit but their small ships Carried a very primitive ESD drive. It would take several hours to boot them even longer to correctly squire coordinates. They would be shot down before they could escape.. Instead the hunkered Down their optical enhancement equipment taking steady pictures of the new species. They continued with their mission. If they were to ever be rescued they could say they completed their mission. The scientists religiously captured the small creatures took vegetation samples air sample's, soil samples. You name it they took it. Even acquiring small lifeforms to keep for later. The marines moved forward setting up a defensive perimeter. The scientist and five marines stayed back. The non military members working diligently on their tasks at hand. Four of the marines set up Anti-Vehicle measures. Whole the final one began to deploy a massive sniper atop the troop landing ship, the active cammo swallowing it's form as he his under it.

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

My tiny tiny nation.

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Xaxl would you like to have contact with me?? C:

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Freeshooter92 said
The sheer size and belligerence of my faction makes it more or less impossible that they wouldn't know of any faction that wasn't actively trying to hide from them. At least, they are aware of the really big ones.

We're pretty small but we have Advanced Interstellar. Though we are not organic and pretty much go about just existing. Maybe a trade relation :0? Also we'd be great trade partners.

gowia said
Mmm currently the ICFP has no knowledge of other races or civilisations however they are actively searching for them so we could perhaps meet very soon into it? Although I currently have no FTL.

I have pretty good FTL maybe I could randomly pop up? Soonish?

And sigma would the vazera see us as a threat? What would their logic be behind killing my robots :0

And A traveler I don't mind :0

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I'm currently waiting on isotope to responsed to my first post. Other than that would anyone be interested in having met or knowing my faction? Free shooter? Sigma? Gowia? Some one else I forgot?