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The World of Blood Compact

@Wraithblade6
Alright, I can work more on it tomorrow. I just don't have time tonight to do much.

The World of Blood Compact

Just because posting let the games begin meme a lot so far, changed things up a bit.



Gonna try to get a post up soon. And by soon I will have a short time to try and post either tonight or tomorrow... I don't know to be honest but I will try.

The World of Blood Compact

Deon Erickson

Deon Erickson

Age:
Four Hundred Fifty-four years

Species:
Vampire, The Draculan Bloodline

Goals/Faction:
Deon has one major goal in mind. Originally his plans were to assist vampires in ruling the world, but as seeing how humans will always have the will to fight back as long as they outnumber vampires, his goals have changed. After seeing most vampire rulers unfit to take on the role of a potential leader, Deon had decided that humans should be wiped out. The only exceptions being those left to be used as cattle to be farmed for blood for the rest of their remaining lives.

Backstory:
Deon was an English man before he was turned as a vampire. Growing up in a relatively wealthy family Deon was well educated, but what really got his attention was military actions. Well in his forties Deon saw action as a lieutenant for the British armed forces against the French forces working a covert mission. During this skirmish his unit was wiped out by a single soldier before any investigations could be taken against the French. Deon soon learned that the soldier that had wiped out his unit was a creature he had believed to be folk lore until this time. After impaling the creature and working various tortures he had convinced the vampire to turn Deon himself into a vampire.

Deon continued to serve as an officer in many different armed forces until the end of the first world war when he decided playing a King in a world where he was a god was a waste of his skills and brains. He then started working as a military advisory to several advisers, recognizing the fact that he did not have the technical know how to lead a nation or the people with in it other then the ones with the guns and blades.

During the Nightwars Deon served as a colonel for the vampire forces trying to take the world from the humans. Having lots of success though the years of the war he figured there was no way to lose. Until his forces lost. After the war ended he decided that his superiors were even less qualified then him to rule a planet full of humans and under educated vampires. He now works slowly to build up a new force, only recruiting a few that he deems necessary or useful to his cause either by skills or by connections to other vampires. Occasionally turning a human who may be worthy of working along the ranks with him.

Powers/Skills:
Strategist: Serving as a high ranking officer for many different armed forces over the course of the last 400 years Deon is an excellent strategist. Many times forcing his opponents to make a choice of having to choose the greater evil. Or the choice of winning the battle or the war, many times not knowing which choice is which. Though this does not apply to his political know how which he does recognize. Though until he finds someone more qualified he is deeming himself the most qualified to try and rule the new world.

Strength: Due to his age, Deon has had plenty of time to make himself stronger both physically and mentally.

Skills fighter: Because of being in many different armies including the vampire armies during the Nightwars Deon has experience on a large scale and verity. Making him a deadly piece of warfare on his own. Devoting much of his life to combat practice in both mental strategy and upfront combat he has trained himself to be a killing machine when need be.

Mind implantation: Deon posses the ability to implant images in the minds of his foes. Depending on the strength of the mind of the person he is influencing they may not be able to tell the different between their own memories and the images implanted into their heads. Another thing is they would be limited to what Deon has seen in person. So in basics he can plant his own memories into the heads of others.

Equipment/Weapons:

Duel sawed-off M14s

Hand Cannon

reinforced sword

Themesong:
Mourning Ritual, Bad Moon Rising.
youtube.com/watch?v=fNjgfTfQjCQ

The World of Blood Compact

Hank Miller

It had been almost a week since Hank killed the vampire in Nevada. But he had gotten everything he needed from the vampire's friend. Hank was about to finish something that was started 13 years ago. He was going to finally avenge the death of his family. After the brutal torture he preformed a while back he was able to find the vampire that he had shot well in the Marines. Fergus O'Brain. Took Hank much of his later life to find the vampire that had massacred his family. Now he was going to make the dead fuck pay for his actions. To get to him Hank had to travel over seas all the way to Ireland to a small town he had no hope in trying to pronounce. In the far outskirts of the town laid a small shack well in need of repairs.

Hank walked up to the shack wearing his trench coat. Underneath it, his .357 magnum, a sawed-off shotgun, his machete, and a folding hatchet. Along with some other odds and ends to make sure this sick bastard paid for what he has done. Hank entered the house with his .357 drawn and ready to fire. Inside it he had an explosive round designed to almost vaporize organic material. Each bullet was worth more then the gun they were loaded in. Hank entered the kitchen where sat what seemed like an old man reading a newspaper. He seemed sick, really sick. "It's about damn time Hank. What took you so long?" Hank pulled the hammer back on his gun. "I ain't gonna run if that's what you think." He folded the news paper slowly and set it down. His face was sunken in, his skin was shaded green over his pale tone. Parts of his head and torso looked disfigured like something has tried to rip him apart and put him back together with Elmer's glue. "You're not going to fight? You realize I can here to kill you right?" Hank still had the gun trained on the vampire's head. "I'm dead anyways. I might as well clear up my conscience before I kick the bucket." All Hank could think was what made a vampire so sick that he no longer worried about death, and wanted to die on a clean slate? "Come, sit down." The fugly vampire spoke.

Hank sat down in the chair across from Fergus. The vampire looked even worse up close. Up close hank could see his messed up face, and the effect spreading down tot he torso of the sick old looking vampire. "Thanks Hank my boy. Now..." Fergus pulled a string Hank didn't see when he entered. Fergus laughed as Hank turned to see a shotgun sitting behind him. Though instead of the gun going off the hammer hit the gun creating a moment of light as the gunpowder from the shell went off like a sparkler for a solid 5 seconds. "Well that sucked. I was hoping for more blood." Hank turned and pressed the gun to the Fergus's head. "You think this is some damn game you sick demented fuck?" Hank screamed as the relaxed vampire sat.

The Fergus slowly pushed the barrel away from his head. "What can I say? I was hoping for one last point before I died. I wasn't joking about that part. The way I say it, if I got one more kill in all this pain would be worth it. If it didn't work you'd put me out of my misery with either some fancy blade or some fancy gun." He wasn't wrong. Hank had a lot of plans to kill this... thing. "But what I want to make clear is I ain't the vampire that turned your kid." He spoke with a smile. Hank sat back in his chair confused, the gun still trained on Fergus. "So you don't know? Goody, story time!" He spoke with glee, soon cutting himself off as he started coughing. "You shot me, and fucked me up pretty badly. So badly I never healed right. You got that one in a million shot boy." His smile soon faded. "Did you know that vampires do get sick? They are just better at fighting it off then humans. But... Every once and while something comes in that has the ability to do some damage. In my case, I got that unlucky one in a million chance of my healing factor fucking up and giving me cancer. Yay me." He leaned back looking to the roof. "In basics, I was so fucked up that I couldn't do much of anything. The tumors were so bad trying to remove the many that had formed by the time I knew what was going on would be impossible. So I called in an old favor." He leaned forward. His smile slowly starting to reform. "I asked an old friend of mine to avenge my coming death by killing off the survivors of your unit one by one. But he went above and beyond! he broke you all. Killed your units, your officers, then your families!" He was laughing at this point. "He went above and beyond with his job! I was so damn happy I could die!... Only I was already dying."

Hank was speechless. His target was another vampire? And not only one that has caused the death of his family, but of the families of the other survivors of his unit. And this Prick set it all in motion. Hank leaned forward and pressed the gun so hard against the vampire that his chair rocked for a moment. "You will pay for the damage you have caused Fergus O'Brian." Hank pulled the hammer back again, he was going to enjoy the suffering that he would bring upon this... creature. "Do it! Kill me! End it already you fucking human! Put one right in my head and finish me off before these tumors do!" They were both quiet for a moment. Then Hank slowly put the hammer of his gun back in place and stood up. "...What... What are you doing?" Fergus asked the hunter. "Making you suffer for all the damage you have caused." Hank started to walk away. "hey! Don't you fucking leave me like this! Don't leave me like this to rot you fucking asshole!" Fergus screamed. But hank just ignored him. Fergus being desperate for a quick death tried to plead to Hank in a way that only he could provide right now. "I can save you Hank!" Hank stopped.

Fergus smiled. "That's right. I know what's wrong with you." Hank turned to face the dying vampire, still stuck in the chair. "I can hear your heart skipping beats, it's beating very weakly. Your body is failing on you Hank my boy. But I can save you. I can turn you. Your heart will heal, it will function a hundred times better then in the prime of your life Hank!" Hank simply looked at him with a blank expression. "You're dying Hank. You're living on borrowed time now. But I can give you the time you need to get your revenge on Erickson." Hank still had a blank expression when he spoke. "I have a name. That's enough for me." And Hank turned and walked away. Leaving the vampire he crippled to die a slow painful death. "FUCK YOU HANK! You will PAY for what you have done today! YOU WILL FUCKING SUFFER FAR WORSE THEN ME!"

Fergus at one last attempt to get Hank to finish him screamed something that would for sure catch his attention. "Kathryn's in London! She's killed to. Because you were too weak to finish her off last time you met! Because you didn't have the guts to kill her when she killed your son. When she killed your wife! They're dead because you were too weak to kill her!" Hank gripped the gun tighter now. "I am a lot stronger then I was back then. Next time, I will finish the job." Hank continued his walk out. Fergus was left in shock as the old Hunter walked out on him.

Kathryn Miller

Kathryn was weak at this point. She rarely was in a state strong enough to function beyond walking around and pretending to be fine. But for a vampire, she was weak, she was fading away. She was young for a vampire. She wasn't even old to human standards. The teenage looking girl walked the streets of London to what she believed one of her last hopes of not wasting away. If it came to it, she could easily find someone to feed off. She still feels guilty for doing so, but she was dying from her thirst for blood. She wasn't the best of hunters, but she refused to give up either way.

It wasn't hard to find. Despite not being local to the country any vampire who had a decent sense of smell could find the place. Between the blood storage it held, the vampires inside, and the smell of spent sulfur from firearms, it seemed like the place to go for blood. She walked up to the place trying to avoid drawing too much attention to herself as several humans walked out. The sulfur smell seemed to be coming from them primarily. Best to avoid them. She entered the night club to see a mess of was looked like the most intense bar fight ever known to happen. It almost seemed like world war three had just happened and was somehow contained to this one structure. Lots of blood and bodies lay about. Lots of tension still was in the air. Kathryn thought about a lot of her options, but if she didn't get some blood soon she was going to be in trouble. Though she was probably in trouble now.

The World of Blood Compact

@Remipa Awesome That would be great. I miss Hank's antics.

@Wraithblade6

Tonight in "What the hell is Hank doing now?! *Nuclear explosion noise in the background*" We will discover why Hank needs to quit his current line of work!

The World of Blood Compact

so much reading.... but that is to be expected when you are online maybe an hour total for over a week. Fun times. I am going to try to get a post up tonight though. I will be going on vacation tomorrow so I don't know when I will get another post up. So ya, gonna try to make a post now.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Posted! Going on vacation tomorrow so not sure when I can post again but I got one up before I left.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Hunter

If there were two things Hunter was good at it was drinking and making a mess of things. Though some would argue he sucks at drinking too. After Hunter was left alone in the party the young man wasn't sure how to handle the situation. Many (All) parties he had been to in his life he was drunk. Really drunk. And he decided that trying to be sober at a party sucked. At first he attempted to focus his mind with food. After walking to the table multiple times and leaving with out grabbing anything he gave up on that. Between the shoving, pushing, loud noises, and the fact he wasn't able to remember what he was doing until he left the snack bar he had about had it. He was still going to try the party but it was... difficult for him.

Eventually Hunter focused himself enough to get a drink. Drinks always helped him focus. He sat at the bar and tried to order some water. "One... One..." He spun his hand around in the air trying to pull the word he was trying to say. "The liquid thing, the wet one. The drinking one. You know what I mean right?" He motioned to the bartender. Hunter just got a look of confusion from the man. "Withdrawal?" He asked. "Hope not. Just quit today. Can I get that drink now?" The bartender shrugged and grabbed the boy a glass of water. Could withdrawal kick in this fast? Hunter thought to himself. Then as he thought, he was trying to remember the last time he was sober for longer then a few hours. Other then the recent week or so he had been drunk for the better part of the last few years. Sometimes a lot, other times barely noticeable. But the worse parts were easy to recognize. Even got to the point of a breathalyzer being installed in his car by his parents. Which unfortunately for them they didn't know that Hunter doesn't use the regular starter to get the car going. But he thought back, and the last time he could remember being sober for longer then a day was sometime back in high school.

Hunter decided he needed to stop thinking about this. The more he thought about it the sooner it was going to hit him why he always tried to avoid being sober. As he stood up a young girl walked up to him and slapped him across the face. "You Prick!" Now Hunter was confused. Not only was he slapped well still trying to figure out where he was standing but had no idea who this girl was. "Do you do that to all girls you meet?" Hunter was still speechless. "Uhhh...." The girl slapped him again. "Don't you play dumb with me! You know what you did!" 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck' was all that was racing through Hunter's mind over and over again. "Do... Do I know you?" Hunter regretted his choice of words soon after when his face was struck by the girls hand again. "What the hell?! That fucking hurt! Stop it!" He almost sounded like a little kid. "I'll stop when you stop playing dumb you asshole!" Playing dumb? Not only was he sore, he was even more confused then he was before. "...Can we start over? Hi. I'm Hunter." He spoke with his face sore and his hand out. The girl stood in shock confused for what seemed like forever. "You don't know who I am do you?" She smiled. She smiled a smile that sent chills down Hunter's spine. "Good. I'll see you later then." She started to walk off leaving Hunter confused speaking only once more before leaving. "I am going to need that shirt back still." Then she was gone in the crowd of people.

Hunter stood wide eyed trying to process the situation. "What the hell just happened?" Hunter walked around aimlessly for what seemed like forever as he tried to find a purpose in the party. Which was hard when every time he seemed to be onto something he seemed to lose complete focus and his mind tried to move on before he was able to do anything. Eventually he found himself outside on one of the many ship decks looking over the ocean. "What am I even doing..." He spoke to himself. Surprisingly he was alone out on the deck. Most everyone on this part of the ship was inside at the party. But not Hunter.

He looked down at the ocean below him. The black water pushing against the side of the enormous ship. "Isn't this fun Genny? Going out to parties. Traveling the world." He leaned part way over the railing. "Always said we'd go on these adventures. But I guess I lied. You never came did you?" He closed his eyes for a moment trying to hold back tears. It hit him again why he tried to avoid being sober. Even if it was only a little bit he preferred being drunk over being sober. He clenched the railing tight before the moment he let go. Then he fell on his back landing on the deck with a hard thud. He didn't react tot he pain though, he just laid there for a few minutes before finally snapping back to his senses.

Hunter leaned up resting his back against the railing. He had a lot of mixed emotions. He was angry, he was pissed, but most of all, he was scared. He wasn't even sure what he was scared off. Or even what he was angry at? He didn't know. All he knew was he hated being Sober. Part of him wanted to go back and grab a a few drinks to go back to his drunk state. But another part of him was still telling him how much of a bad idea it was. Especially when trying to run from emotions. "Fuck it." Hunter stood up to get a drink. He decided he would quit after the trip. But as soon as he a noticeable wave hit the boat sending him back down where he would stay for a while.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

So I am gonna get a post up for Hunter tonight... And this changes things. DRAMA PLOTTING TIME!

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@Melo I was just poking the thread because I'm unreasonably excited about figuring out who the betrayal couple is! Seriously, my level of excitement is at an uncomfortable level. I have no chill, as you youngin's like to say. :P

My gut feeling says it's Hunter x Addy. I've been shipping them together since I started. <3 Make my dreams come true guys!

@Narcotic Dollie

Funny you should mention that. If I remember correctly (And please correct me if I am wrong, my memory has been pretty bad recently) they were the betrayal couple in the last RP.

Also back online! Lots... lots of shit going on. But it's more or less in a stable place right now so I am BACK! Not sure I have a post in me tonight but I can try for tomorrow. Or the day after... But I am also going on a trip monday-thursday so I have no idea what that's going to be like. Still in the dark on that matter.

I will still be planning what I will post so I have an idea for tomorrow. But again not sure if I can make tomorrow work.