Raineh Daze

All in a Day's Work: A Superhero RP interest check and signups

You're doing KLK, I'm building up a collection of famous vampires... (Currently: Carmilla, Bathory, Dracula)

All in a Day's Work: A Superhero RP interest check and signups

Name: Order of the Dragon

Description: Dracula's revival of his father's knightly order. Despite their veneer of chivalry, the truth is that it essentially consists of the monster's own brides and their numerous degraded progeny: a supernatural gang that ultimately answers to one of the most famous mythological figures. Famous enough, even, to corrupt the tale of Dracula's creator into one of disturbing woe. Nowadays, they distinguish themselves due to an obsession with antiquated weaponry... and a total lack of mortal membership.

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Guess Anne's biggest mistake. <.<

Character Crossover Crisis City

Sorin's intervention was far from necessary--and, in fact, all it did was paint a target on his back. At least he wouldn't be entirely unaware: the look of hatred in the vampire's direction made Archer's disagreement with Vash look like sunshine and roses. Whilst Vash's philosophy was the most painfully naive that the Heroic Spirit had ever been exposed to, it was simply that--naive. He might think the blonde man an idiot and his views a painful reminder of the attitude that lead to his current existence... but it wasn't something that went against the tanned man's principles to such an extent.

The look lasted only an instant, then Archer was headed up the hill once again, now planning to keep an eye on Sorin and learn his abilities and weaknesses, as well as how to deal with him either when this was over or if he turned on the rest in his own interests. Saber, at least, could be relied upon to side against him if his views became common knowledge.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Yes. Paragraphs, please.

Character Crossover Crisis City

The answer was brief, to the point, and accurate to the point of uselessness for one not already educated in finer points of the world Archer came from: "Humanity's desire to survive."

Accurate, but meaningless to Vash--just as it should be.

Character Crossover Crisis City

All the questions lead back to one answer, an answer that had Archer pause for a brief second to relay the message that a lifetime of conflict, compounded by a timeless existence where his only purpose was to excise the cancers that would otherwise kill humanity, had taught him, the inescapable truth of fighting to save those before him: "No matter who I save, there are always people who will perish. No matter how many conflicts I resolve, new conflicts are always created."

Ghost Rider was the same. Let alone, he would have turned from fighting against the dragon to harming the group. The only response someone such as Archer could bring against such a threat was to remove it to save those who remained.

And Archer continued onwards, towards the peak and the dragon that waited for them.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Archer does not give a fuck that you want a standoff. Dragon to kill. : D

Character Crossover Crisis City

Having climbed the hill at a steady pace, Archer was easily overtaken by the eager blonde. The men in the red coats faced off on the hillside as Vash issued his challenge. The first question was answered without even saying a word--from the words of the feline behind to the gleaming white spear in his hand, it was clear what Archer intended to do--kill the beast atop the mount to fulfil the terms of their first challenge.

The second question needed more attention than the first, but was only briefly analysed before being dismissed as Archer continued his ascent to the peak, "He was an unstable demon who was doing more to kill us than the lizard. If I left him, he would have killed more of us in the future."

Character Crossover Crisis City

Yes, go, before the tall man impales the dragon through the mouth. :P

All in a Day's Work: A Superhero RP interest check and signups

Name: ‘Karnstein’, legally recorded as Anne O’Neal

Age: 684.

Gender: Female

Appearance: ”Would you believe I looked like this at eighteen? Tragic, I know. Forever mistaken for a young girl…”

Personality: As a rule, Anne endeavours to be polite and to keep a rather large emotional distance from people. It’s a mask that can quite often slip—some people are simply too intriguing to keep her distance, and others are annoying enough that she can’t help but turn sardonic words to them. Some of her manners are far too antiquated for her apparent age.

Skills: Anne lacks much in the way of relevant superhero skills—all she has going for her is a large amount of personal experience with fighting and subduing people that would rather not co-operate. She is, however, an enormously talented chef, and claims to have made all her own clothes.

Abilities: As a vampire, Anne has rather a large variety of abilities—especially since she’s had a long time for the curse to set in. This brings with it a fairly enormous set of weaknesses, again amplified by age and potency.
On the plus side, she has enhanced speed and strength, hugely superior senses, and wounds heal at a visible rate. More cultivated skills are turning into bats, rats, wolves, and mist and communicating with creatures of the night in general. She also has the ability to slowly hypnotise someone, which can lead to notable infatuation if kept up over a long period of time.
The downsides? Obviously, a need for blood—human blood—triumphs, followed by rather annoyingly burning (though not fatally) in sunlight, as well as forsaking other abilities. Garlic is repellent, as is any actually holy item, and silver or fire-inflicted wounds heal at a normal pace. She can’t enter homes without permission or cross running water under her own power and she can only properly rest on her home soil. The most frustrating, however, is an inability to not count things, and straighten up any disorder. The others are flaws when fighting… whilst this obsession gets in the way of everything else.
To kill her and keep her dead is an involved process. ‘Kill’ her, follow the mist back to its resting place, stake the recovering body, decapitate it, and toss the head into a river. She might have all the weaknesses, but at least she doesn’t have a pansy ‘oh, just burn/stake them’ vulnerability like most of her ilk.

Equipment: Her parasol, a sadly necessary item when you start burning the instant that you go into the sunlight. She also has proof of ID with her actual physical age on it.

Brief Backstory: As a normal human, ‘Anne’ was part of the lower orders of the nobility—not influential on world politics, but well off and relatively insulated from many of the illnesses that plagued the lower classes in particular. It was, then, her own actions that had her facing the most virulent plague to have faced the world at that time—the Black Death.

It would have, and should have, killed the girl, but supernatural intervention spared her where her own body could not: an angelic being the likes of which she’s never been able to meet since stood by her bedside where nobody else would. Perhaps, if she had let it take its course, it would have healed her.

Instead, the delirious blonde seized upon the apparition as an attacker and struck out with as much force as her slowly fading body could muster. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to draw blood, and licking the few drops off her wrist both reduced the girl’s illness… and cursed her forever. It was a curse that only strengthened as she sought more.

Hours later, to all appearances, the girl died alone, and was accorded one last mark of her station and not simply tossed into a pit with the masses. It was a grave that soon lay empty and forgotten, its inhabitant wandering for centuries to come.

A lonely existence, she sometimes tried to make others to stay by her—but more often than not they died to wounds that the progenitor could shrug off, or abandoned her. So she spent time trying to blend in with humans, and a few brief decades revelling in her abilities. Her most notable contributions to society lay in speaking with numerous gothic authors, turning modern conception of the vampire away from its revenant origins.

“Polidori got it all wrong, Fanu was closer with the characters, Stoker took the abilities and made everything up...”

In recent years, ‘Anne’ chose to join crimefighters—both for the security of being able to get official documentation rather than existing wholly outside social niceties, and to try and deal with some of her… mistakes.