Shoe Thief

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

Okay so if a Reboot isn't put up soon I will set one up. I am a shitty GM so please someone else do it... I mean I am a really shitty GM. But I will risk it again for this Role-Play, BECAUSE THIS IS LIKE THE BEST DAMN ROLE-PLAY I HAVE BEEN IN!

I mean it's the only one I have gotten into decent character development, has ran longer then a few weeks, and ALWAYS had something awesome going on. Even if it was just a nuke fueled by Ego!

So yes, if a reboot isn't up soon I am going to attempt to start one later in the weekend.

Rebirth [Closed]

I... am not able to post.... I am just sitting on the sidelines again.... fuck.

“Present Day Vampires/Vampyres of Sanctuary” (Mature Rating)

Hank Miller

Hank stood standing next to his pickup truck outside The University of Texas. His things were packed in the back of the truck as well as several things that belonged to his daughter. Hank was very familiar with her schedule, he memorized her routines after an event where her boyfriend attempted to kill Hank. He failed, but it let Hank know that things were still not safe.

A blue Hybrid of some kind, started pulling out of the campus. Hank wasn't sure what kind, he just knew that he didn't like them and that they would break down in the next five years or so. The car attempted to speed up as the driver saw who was waiting, Hank being the person he was stepped in front of the car and waited for it to stop. "What the fucking hell?!" The driver screamed as she got out of the car. She was young looking, mid twenties, and if you knew what to look for you could tell what she was. A vampire. Not a pure blood like Hank, half blood.

Hank walked over to meet this daughter. "What's going on Baby girl?" Hank said as he attempted to hug her. She stopped his before they may contact. "Why the hell are you here? We had an agreement! And as far as I can tell no one has died yet!" Hank tried to be patient, that was a skill he had lost during the second world war. "The deal wasn't if someone had died, that was just the example, it was if our situation has changed. And it has, now gather your things, we're leaving the country."

Hank's Daughter looked at him with a look that could freeze over hell. "Why would I go with you?! After everything that has happened?!" Hank knew what she was talking about, but that was exactly why Hank was doing this. "You're going to go with me because I am your father, and what I say goes. Now gather your damn things or I will take you by force with only what's in your damn go cart!" Hank attempted to calm himself, this was one of the worst places he could loose it at.

His daughter sat in the driver seat of her car with the door still open. "Nothing you can say or do will make me come with you now." She closed the door and started the car, that is when Hank sorta snapped.

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Hank sat in a folding chair with the two cars lined up on the deck of a large cargo ship. He sat alone, the occasional crew worker going by inspecting the Hybrid car. "Well damn, what kind of animal did you hit with that?" Hank looked over to the hybrid, it's engine had a large dent going strait down, the front windshield was gone, both of the left tires looked as if they had been kicked in, the driver door looked like it had not only been removed, but then forced back into the frame to prevent it from falling out, and most the roof was destroyed as well. "I believe I paid for no questions asked. So just get back to your work well I enjoy the ride."

Laying in the back seat was hank's daughter. The worker looked back at Hank with concern on his face. "Don't worry about it, she's just throwing a fit because we're moving." Hank went back to relaxing in his chair and enjoying the ocean view.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

So the Sausage thing went farther then I meant it to, I just picked that as the food found because it was the first thing that came to mind that could survive inside a fridge with out electricity or anything. This, this is why Role-Plays are always interesting once you get the right people together.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe

Hunter stood in shock as Sarah took his little sausage from him, then proceed to throw it out. "My wiener..." He was in even more shock when she went to the fridge and opened it up, not only was their food in it, it was cold. Their was electricity in the building still?! Holy shit!? Hunter was trying to think of something to say, anything to say.

Back when Hunter was in high school he was well noted as the kid who never went out, food and video games had replaced his love life. What he was going through now was seeming much better, almost worth all the shit he had gone through the last few weeks. To make it better, she had told him he could have what ever he wanted. He wasn't sure how to react, He tried to thank her, but no words came out. It came out as more of a "...Holy shit...". He walked over to the fridge dumbfounded.

He started going through the fridge, he hadn't seen so much food since he was stationed in the refugee center. Even then he wasn't allowed near it, only a few people were allowed to get into the food storage. Everyone else who got close was shot, including soldiers from his unit.

Hunter went into the fridge and pulled out a block of cheese, nothing else just the block. He ripped it open with out a second thought and started taking bites out of it. He got about half way through the block of cheese before he made eye contact with Sarah again. "Uhh... Thank you..." He slowed down the pace he was going at the cheese to at least act a bit more normal.

Hunter went to a chair to sit down, this was the first time he had felt safe really since things have begun. Things felt, normal. Other then the fact he was alone in a room with a human female, none of his friends would have believed him if he had told them this, though he did consider himself the best looking of his group of nerd friends. He smiled for a moment at the thought of him telling them the story, then the smile soon faded. He had seen many of them in the refugee camp, especially when things started to go bad.

Hunter looked at the block of cheese again. Sarah, this girl that Hunter had never met not only saved his life, let him into her home, gave him food, and made him feel welcome, and what has he done? So far, shot at her, eaten her food, thought of stories to tell his friends about her. He felt he needed to do something to help make up for the situation. He noticed her pistol crammed into her waistband. Then he had an idea. "So, Notice you gun isn't really being stored properly. I'm not saying you're doing a sucky job, you're doing fine. But I think I can help with the situation a bit."

Hunter set down the block of cheese and started removing his belt, struggling to get past his bag and pouches on his belt it took a lot of effort, but once everything on the belt fell off her took it off and set it down. "Got it!" He reached down to grab a pistol holster that had been attached to his belt. "Should do ya a bit better then your current situation, wont ever fall out, and it's still easy to grab." He set down the holster and started grabbing his things that had fallen off his belt.

Rebirth [Closed]

@FullMetalHeart LAME! you should watch Happy Tree Friends :P

@Demon Grave

Isn't that the show with the little cute animals with a shit ton of gore?

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

For the survivors that seem to think they have it all, but really are just plain lucky.

@Remipa Awesome

I keep getting notifications from this post, was it really that funny?

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

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JarBear is pretty easily seduced too. :p

@Silent Observer

Time too use my, Feminine charm.

Wait... I'ma guy... I can make this work hold on.

“Present Day Vampires/Vampyres of Sanctuary” (Mature Rating)

Hank Miller

Hank got back to his cabin in the middle of nowhere. He liked living alone, not because he liked avoiding people, but because people either avoided him or tried to kill him. He pulled the rusty old pickup truck to the cabin and started unloading the large pieces of lumber from the back. Even for a vampire Hank was physically strong, the main reason he used the truck was for 1) a cover, and 1) so he didn't have to carry as much over a long distance and do it all over again. The truck did it all in one trip.

After he set the lumber down onto the small construction site he had going on the side of his home he noticed the letter sticking out of his mail slot on his door. Hank didn't get mail anymore, at this day an age he had few bills for the property, and the ones he did have were paid automatically to avoid a situation where people might come out to his place. He walked over and grabbed a sledge hammer from the small construction site and started walking to the door. He wasn't really sure what to expect, but what he did know is that the list of people with his address was short, and on that list was people he would prefer dead. Now the sledge hammer wouldn't do anything against a letter, other then take his pride. But he was getting ready for anything at this point.

Hank opened the letter and started reading it with one hand, keeping the sledge hammer ready in the other. He read it over a few times before he had finally grasp what was going on. "Well damn, about time we got a break from all this bull shit." Hank was on a no fly list for many reasons, most were relating to his resemblance to his last Identity. Where he almost blew his cover, he was safe for now but hearing of something like this he was going to have to at least look into it. He would still send the response in case.

Letter from Hank

Dear Lugosse family.

I would like to take you up on your offer, because of many issues I do not have a lot to offer. But in return for entry I will provide what experience and physical power I am able to once their. I Hank Miller will be traveling by boat, so it may take some time. I will be attempting to bring my daughter, it's just dealing with short term issues is why I am unable to know for sure at this moment. After looking over the map of the local area I would request permission to move into Resident 6, I do have reasoning behind this and if it really matters I can answer for my reasoning. But unless necessary I would prefer to keep to myself on this matter.

I do not own a phone in which I can be contacted in so until I leave the only way that I can be contacted is though said letters. If you have any questions for me you seem to already have my address, just hope what ever is sent gets here before I leave.

Signed, Hank J. Miller.

Hank had a bug out bag in case he ever had to leave, he was paranoid like that. Has been for many years now. But now he was getting ready to move, it was going to be a bit more then a bug out bag he was going to take this time. He was also going to have to deal with some minor family matters before he left. Most issues he should be able to solve though.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

“I mean, we aren’t going to do that, right Grant?”

@Silent Observer

You have no ideas the powers of seduction I hold over you all.

MUA HA HA HA HA HA HA *Starts chocking on own spit* *Coughs for a bit* *stops* Okay, good, where was I? Oh ya. MUA HA HA HA HA HA!