PopeAlessandros

The Rebel Vampire

I was thinking a odd mix of advanced and Victorian England. A world where advancement wasn't headed by weapons, but by some other front like travel or genetics. The clothing styles would be mid to late English, but the buildings and vehicles would be maybe on par with i Robot. My guy, I can already tell, will be a lover of old things and live in a Victorian style villa with it's technological enhancements very subtle but powerful.

A Diplomatic Overture - An Android's Fight for Sentient Status

Heheheh. Any other thoughts on the matter? I don't wanna dominate the set-up here, so how about you pick setting or plot, and throw something out there?

The Rebel Vampire

Yes indeed. So, which do you wanna work on first, Plot or setting? I find it helps me focus if I pick one, then work on it primarily while stringing in pieces of the other, if that makes any sense.

Magical Protection

I know what you mean. I normally like having some establishing posts though, so how about it begins with my guy following yours from the wall to the secluded place, it should only take 2 posts to reach the point where he transforms and comes tot he rescue? What cha think? *Big shiny eyes*

A Diplomatic Overture - An Android's Fight for Sentient Status

I was thinking the large chamber because I was imagining hundreds of races. Delegates from even just 50 different races would fit in Ten Forward. ANd they don't have to float, it could be a slightly more robotic arm device, or something like that. As for the point of large chamber and floating platforms, for the sake of the RP, it's far more intimidating and oppressive than the relaxed close quarters settings of small meeting halls, and the over all feel of the RP seems to fit with that idea. We want the android to feel small, insignificant, and like they are all looking at him, judging him. Because the other delegates can move in to speak, to basically take the stage away at any time is the idea. However if you don't like the platforms idea, I would at least like to hold on to the set-up of all the delegation on risers all around a central area, where the subjects or people who want to speak need to stand so all can see and hear them. Each time someone wants to be heard they have to go down to the floor, on level with the one they are disputing or supporting. Of course the "High Council" like people/beings can talk from their box, because they are just basically regulators for the proceedings :P

The Rebel Vampire

*Slow turn* Uuuuummmmm. . . . I can't do M/F or F/F. I myself am a homosexual male, and have no real grasp on either being a girl or for lack of a better term, wooing a girl.

As for when he is captured, I'd say, maybe a betrayal? One of his rebels was enslaved without anyone knowing it and he uses his/her influence to maybe stage a mission where the Brother would be waiting to capture him? What do you think?

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Character Quick Referance -

Alexi

Name: Alexi Vandros

Race: Human

Age: 31

Height: 5' 11”

Weight: 147lbs

Hair: Black, a little over shoulder length, strait, and normally pulled back in a ponytail. His bangs are as long as the rest of his hair and he leaves them loose, parted in the middle so they frame his face.

Eyes: A very cold shade of blue

Skin: Pale white

Build: Athletic, like a gymnast. No bulging muscles, but deceptively strong.

Clothes: He tends to wear an old red silken smoking jacket complete with a white cravat around his neck and a handkerchief in his left breast pocket. He favors dark colored comfortable cotton slacks and matching dark socks. At home he wears black leather house loafers as slippers.

Accessories: When he has need to see far he wears smallish square classes with thick black rims that complement his features, and on his left hand he wears a ring with his family's crest on it. The ring is silver with and etching of a snake and a Chinese dragon entwined on the flat part.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He has no powers of note, but he does have control over a large selection of very fine slaves and is an expert in handling them. He is rather skillful in business matters and never loses at negotiations.

General Personality: He's always gotten his way, and that has threatened for years to turn him into a rather arrogant man. However this also makes it frustrating for him when his confidence is mistaken for such. He has little patience for those he feels are stupid, but likes nothing more than a lively debate with a worthy partner. He is fiercely protective of his older brother and will lose his temper readily if he thinks the man is in danger. He is also very protective of his slaves, though not to their faces, keeping a calm and detached front up around them.

Background: Everything has always been handed to him on a sliver platter. After his brother supposedly threatened to bring shame to the family name, he had been disowned and Alexi had taken his place. Still loving his brother deeply, as soon as his parents were dead Alexi let him move into a small hut on the grounds. Alexi wanted him to move back into his old room, but his brother was a proud man and refused such charity. He even insists on paying rent, though not in cash because he brother wouldn't take it. Instead he took to doing favors for his brother. Alexi was well groomed for the job as head of the family and the business has flourished since he took over. When rumors of the resistance being close by caught his attention he made a decision. He wanted the leader, and nothing would stop him from obtaining that choice bit of property. Though he has secret reasons for wanting the Vampire, to most it seems as if he just wants the rarest thing out there for vanity's sake.

Mois

Name: Mois Vandros

Race: Human

Age: 34

Height: 5'9”

Weight: 150lbs

Hair: Black, classic schoolboy cut, kept slicked back most of the time.

Eyes: Vary dark deep blue

Skin: Tanned

Build: Muscular build but not bulky with thick bones.

Clothes: Spends most of his time in one suit or another, favors a red tie with a Fleur De Lis on it. High polish black shoes as work standard. At home he simply removes the jacket, tie, and shoes leaving him in a white button-up, socks, and his suit pants.

Accessories: Simple black belt where he keeps his phone clipped on his right hip. He has a torso holster holding his two primary hand guns, with a third and forth on either calf under his clothes. Over his clothes he wears a fourth holster which holds his rifle across his back.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He was top in his class for marksmanship and is the best sniper in his precinct and the five surrounding ones. Because of his job he's developed almost inhuman reflexes bordering on supernatural. He is very skilled in several forms of martial arts as well as kickboxing.

General Personality: Mois seems to be a very cold and calculating man, his expression rarely changing from a cool detachment and then it's normally a calculating glare. He doesn't enjoy drinking or frivolous entertainment and that makes him rather antisocial. He seems a little awkward when he has to interact with others. The only time he relaxes is with his brother. When in public with his brother he seems almost constantly embarrassed by his brothers eccentric clothing and tenancies. In private he is content and very open as long as none of the slaves are about.

Background: Mois is very secretive about his past and even has withheld from hos brother why he was removed as the heir to the company. He was a bit wild, and had several unruly friends, but after the incident he spent most of his time studying for school. Once he graduated he went strait into the academy and upon graduation was praised as the bet policeman the academy ever turned out. He was also one of the youngest. It was soon after that he also completed his sniper qualifications and received his license. After a few years on the beat he was recruited by the secret task force founded to eliminate the unnatural's rebellion and has been working for them ever since. Several times he's come close to getting a glimpse at the leader, and once he could swear he got off a shot that struck near the vampire. Unlike many of his fellows he's not all that enthusiastic about taking the rebellion down. He and his brother share a view that they are unwilling to share with the world, and as far as he's concerned, he only joined the task force to help his brother.

Erik

Name: Erik Schumann
Race: Vampire
Age: 243
Height: 6”2
Weight: 167 lbs
Build: Muscular, but lean, not bulky
Hair: Light brown, usually pulled into a short ponytail that extends just past his shoulderblades.
Eyes: middle gray

Clothes: Usually he's very casual, wearing black linen pants, black running shoes, and a dark green long sleeved shirt. His resistance cell doesnt have uniforms or anything, so he wears regular items that may not be designed for combat and stealth, but that generally blend with sneaking around at night and are easy to move around in.

Accessories: A single necklace, worn under his shirt, with tough and thing cloth “chain” and a charm made of tin. The charm depicts the symbol of the resistance cell, a pentagon with three letters in the middle. X:F They stand for Xani: Freedom. The Xani cell is the name for the group that he commands.

Powers/Skills: Erik is supernaturally strong, and can move at superhuman speeds, like any vampire. All of his senses are heightened compared to those of a human, so that he can see farther and more clearly, and hear sounds from a greater distance. In addition, tastes and smells are greatly enhanced, and both positive and negative tastes and aromas have a greater effect on him. This ability can be turned into a weakness by presenting him with a grating sound, or a particularly pungent and awful smell or taste, which would be unpleasant. In the case of sounds, anything too loud could be grating and even temporarily debilitating.

General Personality: Erik is outspoken, easily angered, and often rude when discussing his beliefs. Despite this, he does try to keep his anger in check when the situation requires it, for instance if he knows that shouting off in anger will give the other side an advantage. He has a strong prejudice against most humans for what they have done to his people. As far as he is concerned, all humans are slavers who care nothing for anyone not of their kind until proven otherwise. That last bit is important, however. He will adjust his preconceptions if given enough evidence to prove that he was wrong.

Background: Erik was born a vampire, the child of two factory slaves. He was raised technically owned by the head of the factory, but the man was relatively gentle and ignored him and the other children until they got older. Then they were to learn the trade for a year and be “bonded” by the age of thirteen. Erik spent lots of his short childhood reading, learning about the world, asking questions about why slavery existed. But none of it made any sense to him. Why punish a race of people for what previous generations had done to humans? So a week before his “bonding” was supposed to occur, he ran away from the factory compound. The vampire lived on the streets for a few years, fortunate in the fact that as a vampire he needed little to eat and drink to survive. Finally he was taken in by a rebel cell, where he learned their beliefs, and gradually came to hate humans more and more. They never forced him to fight, and for several years, he wished only to learn and study with them, doing chores to earn his food and lodging while inside the compound. But eventually he wanted to be a part of the action, and finally took up arms at seventeen.

Joseph

Name: Joseph Moreau
Race: Vampire
Age: 642 (looks early thirties)
Height: 6”4
Weight: 157 lbs
Build: Thin and fit, but few defined muscles.
Hair: Dark red, wavy, cut short to about his ears, parted down the middle.
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Pale White

Clothes: He wears an old-fashioned suit, reflecting his station as lead servant in the household, and suiting his master's tastes. His suit looks like the one in the following picture, though the rest of his appearance is totally different.

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Accessories: A simple leather watch, and a simple leather collar bearing a small carving of the Vandros family emblem, which he has worn for many generations.

Powers / Skills: Same as other vampires, heightened senses and strength. The binding process weakens Vampires somewhat. But they are still far more powerful than most humans, just unable (and often unwilling) to harm them. In his spare time, he has also become an excellent musician, having learned the piano and cello.

Personality: Joseph has become a kind of advisor to the men and women who have owned him in the Vandros family. He is kind, distant, respectful, and always follows orders. But, he will speak his mind if he feels his master or mistress is acting unfairly. He helped to raise many of his charges before serving them, and as such has often developed a rapport that extends beyond mere servitude to a distant friendship.

Background: He was only 70, young in Vampire years, when the humans took over. But even at that young age, he had been a typical “violent” vampire. The kind who stalked the night and sucked the blood of virgins and all. When his kind were overrun, he was as furious as anyone else, and his first binding was of the strongest variety to get him to cooperate. But over the first two hundred years or so, he began to see that humans and vampires were at least equal, and that he deserved this life for the trouble he had caused, for the lives he had taken. After the first three bindings, the Vandros family no longer found it necessary to bind him completely to a new master, and only used the milder bonding measures. He stayed with them faithfully, and had learned to play the role of the perfect servant. In his mind, new Vampires who were not around during that time, and other more peaceful species do not deserve slavery. On a whole, he thinks that the idea is deplorable. But on a personal level, in his mind he is still serving a sentence for those he killed in his early life. His life as a slave has been a good one, as all but a few of the Vandros family have been fair masters that allowed him a relatively fair schedule, living quarters, and even the freedom to pursue his own interests during his free time.

[Suspect] To His Liking. [Pope]

*Pooooooooooooooooooke*

Immortal Blues (PopeAlessandros and FiroIV)

Moonwalker works.

Hah, haircuts, very entertaining :P Yes, power would be the same, but under berserk they can take more damage and keep moving and fighting. Panther, yes, first choice *Fist pump*

Strong startle reflex. . . .Seems self explanatory to me, but I guess it would mean they have. . . .They over react to loud noises and sudden actions. A car backfires and they dive for cover. Smaller noises would make them tense and try and find the source. Not jumpy like a crack addict, just seeming very tense. It's a con I've noticed in real birds :P As for which bird, I think if it's gonna be competing with Wolves and Panthers, it needs to be a big badass bird like this one!



This is the Wedge-Tailed Eagle, also known as the Eaglehawk! *Mutters* Pleasesayyspleasesayyes*Mutters* *Crosses fingers*

If they are not all addicts, then I'd say for a con, we should come up with something a little less but that blankets them all. Maybe there's some potion or another that they all need to take to survive? Not something that makes them all, jonzing like addicts, but if they stop taking it they get weaker? We could still have a lot of them addicts to other things, but this would be like a base line distilled thingy that they add other things to to get their boosts. The more refined and smart ones only use the distilled stuff, both the others try to enhance it, with limited success :P

The dots? Hnnn. . . . . . Despite Necromancer being my second favorite class, I have no great love for the whole zombie thing, so despite them not being actual zombies in the mythical sense, I have very little thought that goes into things like that. Think of them as you babies *Grin* I have no real opinion on them, but I think they'll fit in perfectly just the way you've built them.

And yes, you understood correctly :P

You know, this is fun. I'm not looking down on my other partners, but I do have a lot of fun working things out in detail like this :P Most of my other partners preparations were done in one week :P Means a lot more surprises in game as far as the setting goes, but I like to see someone putting as much thought into a thing before hand as I do :P

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Those waiting behind Kaila keep their eyes locked on the Guardian but hold their ground. One of them shifts from one foot to the other when Enasi stops, but other than that they are all completely still. Kaila relaxes ever so slightly when he feels the oppressive energy pull back and gives the Dream Guardian a very slight nod of thanks. However he can't suppress a rolling of the eyes when he states the obvious. He can almost feel the sentiment echoed in the other minions but clamps down on his tongue. 'So do not need to die here because of my smart mouth. Master Seishu may have been able to shoot his mouth off to this guy, but I. . . . .' His thoughts trail off as the Guardian continues. A spike of joy runs through him and he can feel tears of joy at the thought of their leader being alive, and not only that, cared for. His joy swings over into pain at the Guardian words as his voice trails off.

The other minions all shift slightly, their upset evident in their eyes only. However they all gasp as one at the sight of their master's precious flower cupped in Enasi's hands. Kaila's hand drifts up, his heart in his throat, it hovers over the flower for several seconds. A pain races through him at the order to retreat, but he tries to not let it show. Gentle as a breath he scoops up the flower into his hand, the backs of his fingers brushing the others palm ever so slightly with the action. When the Guardian steps back Kaila draws the flower close against his chest, but is careful not to crush it. His free hand drops to his side and with a twist of his wrist he orders weapons away.

Without hesitation the naginata vanish from sight and the nightmare minions relax. 'Master Seishu is safe, and being taken care of. This one, he seems almost as if he feels bad for our master. He would not have trusted this to Enasi if he didn't trust the man' He looks back up at Enasi and takes a calming breath before replying. “We will honor the order to withdraw.” As he turns to re turn to the others he pauses. Turned half away from the Guardian Kaila's hair falls about his face as he drops it a bit. He takes another deep breath. “Please, tell him. . . Tell him we fight. We will never stop fighting for our one true Master.” He can not hold back a tear as he turns so that Enasi can see his eyes, and know his resolve. “Tell him Kaila says this, so it must be true. He'll get it. . . .” With a faint smirk Kaila turns, his cape flaring out to billow behind him as he stalks back to the group. As one they part to let him pass, turning to follow him in perfect tandem.

Once through to the other side Kaila holds up the flower for all to see. Several of those gathered give out a cry of joy and triumph, while other break down in tears. Calling above the noise, they all fall silent quickly to hear what he has to say. “We have to withdraw from here so the veil can close back up quickly. We don't want the traitors to find this and use it to try and hurt Master Seishu.” There is a general murmur of agreement but he holds up his free hand for silence. “We will leave a detachment here to make sure the opening is guarded until it closes, but the rest of us should move to a new camp. Let's get it done, for Master Seishu!” The crown echoes the cry and with a snap of his fingers, they all get to work. A group of ten move close to the opening, weapons at the ready, and the rest of the camp begins the tear down. With a sigh Kaila brings the flower up to his lips, pressing them together for a moment. 'Just wait Master Seishu, we'll get this mess cleaned up for you before you get back' With a nod, he slips the flower into his chest pocket and begins helping the others with the packing.

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Having been paying only half attention to the chattering minion Seishu jumps when Rue's face suddenly appears directly in front of his. Despite the minions relatively small amount of power the shock of the proximity isn't lost on his wounds and Seishu lets out a groan as they throb. “Rue, yes, I wasn't paying attention, but did you really forget that you hurt me when you get his close?” With a small yipe Rue backs off, fluttering back to his chair where he tucks his knees under his chin.

“Sorry mister, I keep forgetting. I was just wondering if you're okay because you seem kinda not here.” True concern colors the boy's ramblings and Seishu holds up a hand.

“Yeah, I'm fine, considering, I was just trying to keep track of the meeting.” Casting his senses back out towards the rift he lets out a sigh when he feels the negative energy of his minions vanish. “They seem to have gone home. I'm glad, there didn't seem to be any fighting either.” Seishu smiles and takes a deep breath.

“Well, that's good, because you said you don't want any of them hurt, and if they tried to fight Lord Enasi, they'd most likely have died, and that would be really bad, hey are you okay?” Rue's ramblings are cut short by a sharp breath from the Nightmare Guardian.

Seishu rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I'll live, but how about you go hunt down one of those doctors to administer some more drugs. I think this dose is wearing off.” Rue nod vigorously before darting out of the room to find a dream medic. Shifting a little to be a bit more comfortable against the headboard he lets his mind drift a bit, doing his best not to think about anything for a while.

Of Steam and Souls

Heh, figured out one of the dishes yet? :P