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Zan wasted no time in kicking Girim's spear away from him, exhaling sharply through his nose and placing a free hand on his wounded side. Ouch, ouch, ouch. He hated bladed weapons and spears were just one more to add to that very long list. He smoothed his hair out with a slightly bloody hand before turning to smile at his grandmother.
She raised an eyebrow in that imperious way of hers, eyes darting down to the boy her grandson had just defeated.
"Oh, um..." he started, moving towards Girim's spread-eagled form. "Are you okay? Hitting the floor like that can't be good for the bones..." While moving to see if his opponent was alright, he kept a wary hand on his arm to prevent him from attacking again. His grandmother might enforce the rule of 'always nice' but that wasn't necessarily incompatible with 'paranoid'.
"Mrs. Moreno? What are you going to do with these two?" They were easy to defeat, certainly, and Zan suspected they wouldn't last long in the outside world of the mafia without the Moreno family's protection. It was slightly suspicious, too.
She raised an eyebrow in that imperious way of hers, eyes darting down to the boy her grandson had just defeated.
"Oh, um..." he started, moving towards Girim's spread-eagled form. "Are you okay? Hitting the floor like that can't be good for the bones..." While moving to see if his opponent was alright, he kept a wary hand on his arm to prevent him from attacking again. His grandmother might enforce the rule of 'always nice' but that wasn't necessarily incompatible with 'paranoid'.
"Mrs. Moreno? What are you going to do with these two?" They were easy to defeat, certainly, and Zan suspected they wouldn't last long in the outside world of the mafia without the Moreno family's protection. It was slightly suspicious, too.
Agreed.
I think that would be a good fit for the Blackmoore family. Although I'm not sure about the assassination missions. You may have to talk to McHaggis about that.
I'm all for an assassin. Could even be on the Blackmoore's council of advisors too as Head Executor or something like that :)
Didn't have anything in mind, nope. Up to you now!
Jun crossed his arms, letting the hilt of his sword fall back into place. He hadn't even needed it. "So dodging an attack isn't a combat move?" he asked rhetorically. "Imagine it wasn't a foot but a fist there, or worse a blade. What do you think would happen then?"
After surveying the still muddy patch of ground, he continued, "It might've worked – a strong emphasis on the might – if you make the ground under your opponent's muddy too. At least they won't be able to dodge as easily." In all honesty, it was the same style of complicated move he'd been prone to trying in his youth, the only difference being his uncle had been there to tell him if it was bad or not. "Now come at me again, no mudslides. I want to see how you use that hammer of yours close up."
"Or was I wrong in asking you to come take down the Fire Nation?" Maybe a little bit of bait would help smooth things over.
Suyin nodded, rubbing her gloved hands together to spark some warmth in them before moving to the back of the group. Sen was already waiting, twisting her pigtails around her fingers. "Sen! In and out tactics, you hear me? Benders only." The girl smiled cheerily in response. She wasn't completely upset about being placed in the back – that was where she belonged, after all – but she was worried about her brother being so close to the front. And Lee being there too... it made her nervous. She didn't like those she considered hers being placed into danger.
Falco would be fine though. Definitely.
"Onwards," she said quietly, gesturing to the nearest door that Lee opened fearlessly. The room was dark, incredibly so, and she found that she could only barely make out the shapes of old clothes and blankets that proved the pirates had been living there recently. "Watch your footing – we've encountered claw traps before as well as–" Lee let out a yell in alarm as he stumbled over a cracked bottle and Suyin's heart nearly stopped in panic. A few seconds later, she remembered where she was going and continued shakily, "Tripwires. Don't shout like that!"
She could hear the sound of murmuring coming from somewhere nearby when she realised they were closing in on the other edge of the room. "Nearly there..."
After surveying the still muddy patch of ground, he continued, "It might've worked – a strong emphasis on the might – if you make the ground under your opponent's muddy too. At least they won't be able to dodge as easily." In all honesty, it was the same style of complicated move he'd been prone to trying in his youth, the only difference being his uncle had been there to tell him if it was bad or not. "Now come at me again, no mudslides. I want to see how you use that hammer of yours close up."
"Or was I wrong in asking you to come take down the Fire Nation?" Maybe a little bit of bait would help smooth things over.
Suyin nodded, rubbing her gloved hands together to spark some warmth in them before moving to the back of the group. Sen was already waiting, twisting her pigtails around her fingers. "Sen! In and out tactics, you hear me? Benders only." The girl smiled cheerily in response. She wasn't completely upset about being placed in the back – that was where she belonged, after all – but she was worried about her brother being so close to the front. And Lee being there too... it made her nervous. She didn't like those she considered hers being placed into danger.
Falco would be fine though. Definitely.
"Onwards," she said quietly, gesturing to the nearest door that Lee opened fearlessly. The room was dark, incredibly so, and she found that she could only barely make out the shapes of old clothes and blankets that proved the pirates had been living there recently. "Watch your footing – we've encountered claw traps before as well as–" Lee let out a yell in alarm as he stumbled over a cracked bottle and Suyin's heart nearly stopped in panic. A few seconds later, she remembered where she was going and continued shakily, "Tripwires. Don't shout like that!"
She could hear the sound of murmuring coming from somewhere nearby when she realised they were closing in on the other edge of the room. "Nearly there..."
I think most of us were waiting for another IC post to advance it over this week.
Zan was sure that the spear was at least slightly similar to the staff, even more so when Girim's first action was a thrust to the left side of his torso. While a bit closer than he would have liked, he was able to swing his own weapon in a defensive maneuver, enough so to turn what would have been a sharp stab into a glancing blow that ripped through his shirt and sliced the flesh there. He'd had worse from his own grandmother before, he thought, jaw set stoically against the pain. And even the kids in his neighborhood could do worse than that, if he let them.
Seconds later, with Girim's spear still outstretched but on the retreat, he managed to twist around – ignoring the sharp stinging of his side – while the staff slid down so he was holding it by nearly the end. The added length and the momentum from spinning made it more powerful than his defensive motion earlier as Zan aimed for the boy's feet in an attempt to sweep him away from the floor.
Seconds later, with Girim's spear still outstretched but on the retreat, he managed to twist around – ignoring the sharp stinging of his side – while the staff slid down so he was holding it by nearly the end. The added length and the momentum from spinning made it more powerful than his defensive motion earlier as Zan aimed for the boy's feet in an attempt to sweep him away from the floor.
Glad to hear so many people are still here. Still waiting on Biscuits, Stitches, Jess and Heat to respond, I think?
NAME: Alistair Blackmoore
AGE: 688 (or so), appears in his early twenties.
APPEARANCE:
BIO:
Alistair remembers very little of his human past, being so close to death and almost delirious when he was turned. He was born in a medium-sized port town on the coast of Scotland and his mother was very poorly with a cocktail of disease and poverty when she had him. Nevertheless, she continued working in the brothel – holding on until her son was independent enough to find work and shelter of her own until her untimely death when he was ten years old. Without a father or any guiding figure in his life, he resorted to theft and looting to survive with a band of other misfits, most of whom had a home to return to at the end of the day.
When the Black Death rolled around, arriving in the town via ships and trade routes, the whole area was ravaged and the poorest fell first. Alistair was twenty when he was struck down by the virulent bubonic plague. Just before his inevitable death, he was inexplicably turned by his sire. The vampire was the acting chieftain of Clan Blackmoore, at least those who sought to restore a barbaric way of life in the country. His duty as a young fledgeling was to combat enemy vampires on the moors when there was no blood around to drink and no shelter from sunlight.
While starving in the moors, the leadership stubbornly refused to let anyone flee in fear of their lives. Alistair had just enough charisma and relation to the by then deceased chieftain that he attracted a small following. These vampires he led to safety, fighting through his own brothers and sisters alike. Since then, he has had a distaste for war as a whole; however, that doesn't mean he isn't good at it.
From the late 1600s to the 1730s, Alistair spent his time travelling the world in something of a 'mid-life crisis', leaving his country in what he considered to be the capable hands of his Council in order to seek out talented and interesting folk to claim under his family name. When in the Carribbean, he found and turned Maria - mostly for her unique toughness for a women of the era - who is one of his most trusted companions, despite not being on the Council herself. His exploration of the world was cut short by the tumultuous political climate in his home country around 1730 and he was forced to return. He acquired a reputation as “the smiling tyrant” at the end of the Jacobite rebellions during which other vampires attempted to stage a coup to overthrow him. He had his faithful relentlessly weed out the upstarts and execute them publicly along with their families and anyone associated with them.
On the verge of being found out in the 1800s, he and those closest to him moved to New York City as it would be easier to blend in while drinking human blood there.
PERSONALITY:
Charismatic, humorous and ever-friendly, Alistair has ruled for so long by being nice to those he likes – those that follow the rules – and ruthlessly shutting down those he does not. Having lived for centuries now he likes life to be spontaneous and utterly hates boredom and boring people. Even so, he is fair and would never kill without just cause (just cause apparently includes drinking from humans – his morals are a little flexible).
FAMILY: The Head of Clan Blackmoore
Freely allows drinking from humans in the city; however, explicitly forbids leaving them or any witnesses alive afterwards. Within the clan, drinking from animal blood or frozen blood is frowned upon as it is seen as weak – only the most traditional vampires survive in Clan Blackmoore. A newly turned vampire or one intending to be turned by a family member must be brought before the Council of Clan Blackmoore to be judged.
POWER: Control Over Disease – if he concentrates, Alistair can give humans and even vampires the sensation of feeling violently ill with close proximity to them. That includes nausea, dizziness, headaches and more.
SIDE: Against Humans, mildly
WEAPON: Uses an antique longsword for show and execution purposes only.
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Simon (Blackmoore) Macro -- Slendy
Béatrix de la Croix -- Silent Observer
Alexander Stonewall -- GamingOwl
Emilia Arunay -- paigesweetheart
Maria Blackmoore -- Myst
AGE: 688 (or so), appears in his early twenties.
APPEARANCE:
BIO:
Alistair remembers very little of his human past, being so close to death and almost delirious when he was turned. He was born in a medium-sized port town on the coast of Scotland and his mother was very poorly with a cocktail of disease and poverty when she had him. Nevertheless, she continued working in the brothel – holding on until her son was independent enough to find work and shelter of her own until her untimely death when he was ten years old. Without a father or any guiding figure in his life, he resorted to theft and looting to survive with a band of other misfits, most of whom had a home to return to at the end of the day.
When the Black Death rolled around, arriving in the town via ships and trade routes, the whole area was ravaged and the poorest fell first. Alistair was twenty when he was struck down by the virulent bubonic plague. Just before his inevitable death, he was inexplicably turned by his sire. The vampire was the acting chieftain of Clan Blackmoore, at least those who sought to restore a barbaric way of life in the country. His duty as a young fledgeling was to combat enemy vampires on the moors when there was no blood around to drink and no shelter from sunlight.
While starving in the moors, the leadership stubbornly refused to let anyone flee in fear of their lives. Alistair had just enough charisma and relation to the by then deceased chieftain that he attracted a small following. These vampires he led to safety, fighting through his own brothers and sisters alike. Since then, he has had a distaste for war as a whole; however, that doesn't mean he isn't good at it.
From the late 1600s to the 1730s, Alistair spent his time travelling the world in something of a 'mid-life crisis', leaving his country in what he considered to be the capable hands of his Council in order to seek out talented and interesting folk to claim under his family name. When in the Carribbean, he found and turned Maria - mostly for her unique toughness for a women of the era - who is one of his most trusted companions, despite not being on the Council herself. His exploration of the world was cut short by the tumultuous political climate in his home country around 1730 and he was forced to return. He acquired a reputation as “the smiling tyrant” at the end of the Jacobite rebellions during which other vampires attempted to stage a coup to overthrow him. He had his faithful relentlessly weed out the upstarts and execute them publicly along with their families and anyone associated with them.
On the verge of being found out in the 1800s, he and those closest to him moved to New York City as it would be easier to blend in while drinking human blood there.
PERSONALITY:
Charismatic, humorous and ever-friendly, Alistair has ruled for so long by being nice to those he likes – those that follow the rules – and ruthlessly shutting down those he does not. Having lived for centuries now he likes life to be spontaneous and utterly hates boredom and boring people. Even so, he is fair and would never kill without just cause (just cause apparently includes drinking from humans – his morals are a little flexible).
FAMILY: The Head of Clan Blackmoore
Freely allows drinking from humans in the city; however, explicitly forbids leaving them or any witnesses alive afterwards. Within the clan, drinking from animal blood or frozen blood is frowned upon as it is seen as weak – only the most traditional vampires survive in Clan Blackmoore. A newly turned vampire or one intending to be turned by a family member must be brought before the Council of Clan Blackmoore to be judged.
POWER: Control Over Disease – if he concentrates, Alistair can give humans and even vampires the sensation of feeling violently ill with close proximity to them. That includes nausea, dizziness, headaches and more.
SIDE: Against Humans, mildly
WEAPON: Uses an antique longsword for show and execution purposes only.
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Simon (Blackmoore) Macro -- Slendy
Béatrix de la Croix -- Silent Observer
Alexander Stonewall -- GamingOwl
Emilia Arunay -- paigesweetheart
Maria Blackmoore -- Myst
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