Rusalka

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Rebecca - Sis? Yes...come to me. You're getting ever closer my sweet hehehehe|e... Oh what joy the vampire-maiden felt seeing her first target shambling and shuffling closer and closer to her from across the room. A soft smirk curled Rebecca's lips as the young girl made her way over, lulled all the more by her alluring charms, as the woman could tell by that longing glimmer in the girl's adorable eyes, such adorable features all around actually, her cute round face, her pixie-like auburn hair Rebecca couldn't wait to run her fingers through...but...there was also the matter of what this girl...possessed... Blood, sweet, delicious blood. Once the girl was to her side, Rebecca relinquished her ethereal grasp upon the girl's will. It wasn't fair just to hypnotize the poor soul into serving her for all eternity...though that prospect sounded indeed promising to Becky. Oooh what a catch I've reeled in this evening! <3 As excited as a child receiving her brand new doll the woman mused. Might as well be the case, since this girl was practically to Rebecca a living, breathing doll...and Rebecca was one of those vampires that liked to...play with her food. Her decadent smirk fading into a soft smile, her eyes widened with astonishment when the cute little girl immediately threw her arms around her waist and hugged her tight. The warmth of her tiny limbs embracing her....it could've melted Rebecca. "My my, what an affectionate greeting." She purred. She slipped her arms around the petite frame holding her and smiled all the more, her cheeks blushing slightly amidst her fair porcelain complexion, all while her rose colored eyes stared into those of the girl...a tad languidly. "And such adorable eyes you have. Tell me my dear, what is your name?" Though strange, bewildering she would call Rebecca...sister. Ah but that was common among girls, sharing bonds that were indeed sisterly, but sometimes...those bonds became closer, at least to the woman's liking.

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OH GOD! Victorique don't leave Leon alone with the rapey guy!

@FantasyDreams

Vic: BLAME BECKY WITH HER DAMN SEXINESS -Snuggles Rebecca some more-

@liferusher

Rebecca: Hehehe. Gets them every time. <3 *nuzzles Vic*

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Evelyn: "More like the fucking Dead Hand! And those fucking talking walls!

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*just finished re-reading Strawberry Panic for the eighth time in a row* I dunno, but it must be the same people who also said "Heyyy you know how this is rated E for everyone? Let's put in a level that will scar children forever." thanks Shadow Temple Then again they could be like the Souls series where even the most low level enemy can fuck you up in five seconds. <.< In other words, everything and anything can and will kill you.

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OOT's Water Temple was just mind numbingly annoying, but not as bad as the Great Bay Temple. I absolutely despised that dungeon so much. Plus it had the most rage inducing mini-boss ever.

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I'm so fucking pissed right now. In a game, there is NO reason for a character who's REQUIRED to beat a dungeon to be able to die, with NO way to revive them. Either make your dungeons beatable WITHOUT them, or make them IMMORTAL. ESPECIALLY if you're going to send them through a fucking boss gauntlet without the rest of the party to back them up!

@chukklehed

Welcome to how to play Dark Souls. But in all seriousness, that sounds like one hell of a troll dungeon. That even makes the Water Temple look easy.

The Blood Compact

Posted another character. That way if I get tired of writing as Rebecca and Cammie I'll just switch to him.

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good luck exhausting Free. Free: Fifty pounds? Is that it? Come on, don't you have a real challenge?

@chukklehed

~"Might I give it a try, little angel?"~ *smirks* <3 DX Not THAT kind of exhausting!!! O.o I kinda get the feeling I shoulda made Becky a succubus.

The Blood Compact

Name: Clinton "Clint" Mannsfield Age: 70 (23 when he was turned) When you were turned: May 5, 1968 during the Vietnam War Clothes: Something similar to this. He usually wears his casual clothes underneath the jacket and an urban gray camouflage bandana over his face Hair: His hairstyle. The very same he's wore all these years. Originally it was all shaved off when he was drafted back in the sixties, but slowly but surely it's growing back Eyes: These eyes have seen things the human mind is never to perceive, the cruelty of man, the dishonesty of politicians, and the death...of love itself... Weapons: Be cold. Be silent. Be efficient. But most of all...be ruthless. Make your enemies fear the day they decide to fuck with a Navy SEAL. Those were the very virtues instilled by his commanding officer, or rather beaten into his head once he got off the Huey and set foot on the blood-soaked and napalm scorched grounds of Khe San, and it is by those virtues he still lives today. He's skilled in all manner of firearms, from small arms and assault rifles to heavy machine-guns, but neither he prefers to use. Trading firepower for cold lethality, Clint takes the stealthier approach utilizing a compound bow and specially made steel tipped arrows with fiberglass shafts, kept in a quiver sewn into his jacket. At close range, he's very effective in hand to hand, but mostly he goes with the two machetes he keeps sheathed behind his back. Powers: Night vision and invisibility. That's all he has and that's all he needs, but the greatest power he has is all the SEALs have taught him...simply..to kill. The invisibility is mainly temporary and it's more or less like a biological thermal camouflage. For a brief amount of time he merely *reflects* his surroundings onto him and blends in slightly. It's only when he attacks, the effect wears off and he becomes completely visible. It's more effective at night, but during the day, you can see a small silhouette of his figure still. Nevertheless, he still gives off a heat signature and can be detected by radar and UAV. You just hope you find him first before he finds you. Personality: A soldier doesn't do what is right. A soldier does...what he's told is right. He was a sweet and charming southern boy before the war got a hold of him and bathed him in blood, leaving him cold, traumatized and embittered. Being a vampire only made that worse. Now, Clint cares nothing for morality, nothing for resolution. All that he seeks is to kill any living thing that moves, be it human or vampire. He's got a bone to pick with the Purge for reasons unknown and he could barely give a damn about Magnus and his coven he's been massing over the years...that is...until they took someone he loved dearly and ripped her apart in front of his eyes. He's a very discreet person having learned to work from the shadows, and though the prospect of joining with SOLDIER looked promising, Clint decided to work freelance. He's been keeping tabs on all three sides in the meantime however, learning their tactics, their secrets, every little piece of intel he could gather, and just like Rebecca, he has quite the reputation among vampires. Bio: ****INFORMATION CLASSIFIED - RECORDS WITHHELD****

The Blood Compact

I guess you guys got a point. Sorry, I've just been really lousy and depressed lately, and I get down on myself alot. I've applied for like six different job positions and still no bells are being rung, plus I kinda feel like I'm not doing much with my life but wasting away, but I'm not here to give a sob story. I has a therapist for that <.< Anywho, I guess I'll stay for a bit more and probably get a post up later today, so consider this me coming back into the fold.