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Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

And so it begins.

Start getting your first posts up, folks!

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.

Sebastian McLaine took the hard stone steps up to Drekmishrev’s in a manner that was slow and heavy, his joints aching with the strain. He’d been in the wetworks business for a fair few decades now, and his features were haggard and leathery.

Drekmishrev’s was a ritzy clothes shop in the middle of Dawn Peak Heights; Santa Somabra’s upmarket central business district. It wasn’t beyond the gangs per-se (there was less than little in Santa Somabra that hadn’t been ensnared in crime’s talons) but most thugs were smart enough to keep well away from the Dökkálfar’s establishment.

Sebastian waded inside, and was greeted by one of the most stunning blondes he had ever laid eyes upon. She took his breath away, as he inhaled her perfectly sculpted figure. The tits, the waist, the face, the eyes, the curves. She had it all, as she stood, leant over her desk, showing just enough cleavage to still be considered artsy and tasteful, her golden curls tumbling over her shoulders.

“Afternoon, sir.” she cooed in a nonchalant tone, regarding him with a faint smile.

“Afternoon…” He managed, grunting slightly.

“What can I do for you?”

A whole lot of things, that it ain’t right for young ladies to do for old men he thought to himself.

“I’ve got an appointment with Drekmishrev.” He said plainly.

“Can I have a name, please?”

“McLaine.”

He shamelessly stole a few glances at her skirt-clad behind as she led him into the shop beyond; a castle of polished wood woven together with glass and fancy ornaments. Long, winding staircases swept up up its sides, and sprawling rows of shelves and displays, awash with designer clothes, stretched across the walls.

As Sebastian passed through the doorway, the blonde’s captivating features were almost instantly forgotten.

Men and women, like sculpted greek statues, strode elegantly through the shop, each step a seduction in itself. Redheads, Brunettes, and Blondes, all dotted about the place. Some were slender, some had curves. Some were skinny, some were full-figured, but they were all undeniably beautiful.

Watch your blood-pressure, old man…

“Mr McLaine for you, Sir.”

Sebastian was forced back into reality, as Drekmishrev’s gorgeous form strode down the staircase towards him.

Today, Drekmishrev was male. He had finely-combed sliver-grey hair, which swept across his darkish black elven features. A hand tailored grey suit hugged his muscular body, and a warm smile creased his dark lips.

“Sebastian!” He greeted him heartily, his arms outstretched in a welcoming ark “I told you you should come visit me in my place of work.”

“Dreky.” McLaine game him a warm little nod. “Nice place you got here.”

“Enjoying the view?” the Dark elf shot him a little wink.

“Pretty much all I got left at my age.” He smirked, creasing his worn face.

“We’ll see about that,” Drekmishrev grinned “If you’ll accompany me?”

It was only a short elevator ride down to the basement. The room they stepped into was a cavernous expanse of gleaming metal panels and glaring white lights, with a leathery surgical chair at its center.

“Take a seat, my friend.” Drekmishrev said calmly.

“No tools?” McLaine raised one greying eyebrow, as he slumped down into the chair.

“None other than these.” Drekmishrev declared proudly, extending his hands out into the air in front of him.

“Now, Sir…” the Dark elf ran his fingers gently over the old man’s face “What can I do for you, today?”

*

McLaine awoke some time later, considerably younger and more female. Neon blue hair tumbled over her plump shoulders , and her firm figure curved outwards.

“I should’ve come to you sooner.” She called over to Drekmishrev, as she admired her smooth, heart-shaped face in the handheld mirror he had presented her with.

“Does madam have a name?” He asked in his silken voice.

“Harriet.” McLaine replied “It was my mother’s middle name.”

“Well then,,” Drekmishrev replied “what does Harriet McLaine know of the Somabra Slayer? My mistress, Nyxvira Bloodbloom, wishes to know.”

Harriet grinned, a sharp, knife-like grin, fresh on her full lips “I’ll start at the beginning.”

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

cool! excited for this one.

@Flagg

Glad to hear it!

Expect the first IC post soon.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

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Glad you liked it. Bio complete.

@Flagg

Kurtz is accepted. feel free to put his cs in the character sheet tab.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

two now, waiting on @Miakardia and @Nightwing95

@bluetommy2

I'm sure Jehrilla can rustle us up a few slaves, if we're short on members.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

WIP

Name: Kurtz

Race: Human/Wendigo

Age: ?

Personality

Quickly, far too quickly, the roof under his feet was running out. The edge loomed closer.

Haggerty's heightened senses could smell the man- no, whatever he was, he wasn't a man- chasing him. Flowery cologne, just barely masking the reek of spoiled meat.

The roof ran out. Haggerty leapt.

The streets and alleys of the city yawned out below him like dimly lit canyons, and for a delirious moment Haggerty spun and took in the city around him. High rises with windows blazing. Cars like ants crawling along Delerth Avenue. The Y train clattering down elevated tracks. The moon full and orange, glaring down at Santa Somabra like the eye of an angry titan or god.

Then he crashed through the skylight of the building opposite. He landed hard on a wooden floor, planks crunching beneath him.

A woman screamed, there were gasps and murmurs.

Haggerty looked around. Apparently he had interrupted a dinner party. Seven of them, well dressed. Nice apartment, richly appointed. There was a woman next to him struggling to her feet, covered in glass from the shattered skylight, covered in blood.

The Urge hit Haggerty hard. A gusher, so close. How could he not? A man rushed over to help the woman up. Haggerty paused. He knew he needed to run. He knew what was chasing him. But...

Haggerty lunged at the woman, shoving aside the man who had come to her aid. The rest of the humans ran, some shrieking, some dialing frantically on their phones.

Haggerty paid no attention. He licked the woman's glass-and-blood covered arm for one long, lascivious second before sinking his teeth into her jugular and draining her in four quick gulps.

Life surged through his limbs. Let the bastard try to take him now...

On cue, there was a heavy thud and crunch of broken glass next to where Haggerty knelt over his now bloodless prey.

Haggerty dropped the corpse and stood, facing his former pursuer. They were still for a moment as they assessed each other.

Haggerty was tall, lanky and thin, pale in complexion and baring long fangs. His face, framed by long black hair, was covered in the tattoos of the Nyte Kings, his eyes were crimson-and-black pits.

The other man was short, thickset, shaved bald. He wore thin rimless spectacles and an expensvie three piece suit. His royal blue tie matched his pocket square. He was smirking, as though the scene around him was very mildly entertaining.

"Hello William," he said, "I believe you have something that belongs to my employers."

Haggerty laughed, a low gurgling sound as blood sputtered down his chin. "You're fucked, Kurtz. Can't take me now, not even you... whatever you are."

The other man shrugged and stepped forward, "Give me the pendant, William."

Haggerty swung at Kurtz, who batted the fist away with an almost lazy slap. The vampire snarled and dove at him.

The fight lasted three minutes, two and a half minutes longer than it would have had William Haggerty, Nyte King, not been freshly fed. It ended with the vampire splayed across the half-collapsed dinning room table, a finely wrought dagger protruding from under his ribs. Kurtz was leaning over him, clutching the vampire's head.

"Foolish to steal from us, William," said Kurtz, grabbing the necklace that lay around the vampire's neck and pulling it off with a snap. Kurtz let go of the Nyte King, tucking the pendant into his jacket. Haggerty twitched and gasped.

"Even more foolish to stand and fight. There are leeches in this city I would think twice about crossing..." said Kurtz, pulling his knife from the vampire's side, "...but you are not one of them. Goodnight, William."

Kurtz picked up a leg from the broken table, studied it a moment, then smiled faintly as he plunged it through the wounded Nyte King's chest.

William Haggerty shrieked and writhed as he melted into ash.

Bio: (A brief synopsis of what got your character to this point, and where they fit in to Santa Somabra)

Other: (Any other notes, pieces of information, etc that you wish to include)

@Flagg

I like what's there so far.

Question regarding the setting.

I got the impression this RP leans more towards the modern age rather than fantasy when it comes to technology, but would this setting allow for what I can only describe as 'Goblin Tech'?

Sparky things, Sharp things, Things that look like they have way too many tubes, conductors, and batteries strapped to them?

The sort of thing that looks like scraps of metal were hammered together till they resembled a bar, strap a battery to it, insulate the handle and call it a stun gun?

I wanna take my Goblin character to the highest level of cheese that I can, whilst still giving his character depth of course.

@Drinky

I'd refrain from going full-steam punk. Goblin-tech in SS is more shoddy, poorly made human tech.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

Miss Yunkai 2015 has landed

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

You know what? I think we have enough, there is some guys in my other check, so I'll work on an OOC

@bluetommy2

Brace yourselves. The hype train is coming.