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Dissappearances
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Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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Somewhere, off in the distance, a portal opened. A black-haired vampire with two swords at his sides stumbled through.
"...and no! I am not going through another one of your damn, bloody portals! I... Goddamnit!"
Mithias clenched a fist. "All the power in the universe, and I STILL can't tell Bob to shove it!" He growled, then decded to look around for whatever was going to try to kill/burn/glomp/eat him this time.
"...and no! I am not going through another one of your damn, bloody portals! I... Goddamnit!"
Mithias clenched a fist. "All the power in the universe, and I STILL can't tell Bob to shove it!" He growled, then decded to look around for whatever was going to try to kill/burn/glomp/eat him this time.
Human
Name: Damien Mithias Varomere
Age: 26
Gender: M
Appearance:
Hunter
Weapons: Damien has fairly mediocre swordskills, but the fact he has any at all is generally one-up on most adversaries. He can shoot rifels and pistols, drive heavy machinery, setup explosives, and generally do what you would expect a human trained in hunting would be able to do at his age. His primary weapon is a black compound bow. Of course, he also poisons his arrows specific for supernatural targets. Can't have them just pull the arrows out and walk away. Guns are too loud to snipe vampires with, but having a heavy hand pistol is worth it in a pinch.
Relationships: Orphan. Few friends.
Personality: Damien doesn't really know his place in life. He has high ideal of morality, feeling that he should live up to the image of the great hunter his father had been, but he really grew up without parental guidance. He caved to a strict upbringing in a religious orphanage. He's emotionally suppressed, obedient, and somewhat fatalistic.
Bio: All Damien knows, is that he was left at the orphanage by his mother, who did not stick around to give her contact info. A note gave his name and that his father had been a member of the hunter organization who had recent disappeared. Some research gave details of his father, but he never knew who his mother was. Damien felt righteous and vengeful against the supernatural, and so he focused on learning to kill them.
Other: Nightvision goggles. Smoke grenades, flashbombs, knife.
Vampire
Name: Mithias Aldaric Varomere
Age: Looks 27, age 53.
Gender: M
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Weapons: Two titanium alloy swords. Whip.
Power: Mithias' one gift is a great strength in defending his mind. He is uniquely immune or highly resistant to mind control or thought manipulation and mind reading. He can chose to lower his mental shield to allow such influence.
Relationships: Father of Damien Varomere.
Personality: Mithias is quite noble and honorable in his dealing with allies or enemies, but that doesn't mean he won't kill you. He is an emotional wreck, almost manic at times. His intense feelings fuel his willpower. He focuses on his goals, but he is also, lonely.
Bio: Mithias is torn between a great love for his only son and a great hatred for the vampire that made him. Secretly, he monitors and protects Damien, but will not allow his offspring to see the monster his father has become. Compelled to drink human blood, Mithias lashes out by continuing his mission as a hunter, killing vampires, lycans, etc. as recompense for what has happened to him. Most of all, he longs to destroy the sadistic devil that ended his human life. This being, however, is far more powerful than himself. Unknown to Mithias, his sire is an antedeluvian, an ancient vampire, and he has no hope of ever finding him, let alone excising him from this world.
Other: Mithias often fights with two swords, which are titanium alloy, stolen after his death from the hunters he formerly worked for. He personally finds guns and projectiles too slow for killing supernatural beings, although explosives are quite handy. He also uses a whip for non-lethal damage or ... torture.
Name: Damien Mithias Varomere
Age: 26
Gender: M
Appearance:
Hunter
Weapons: Damien has fairly mediocre swordskills, but the fact he has any at all is generally one-up on most adversaries. He can shoot rifels and pistols, drive heavy machinery, setup explosives, and generally do what you would expect a human trained in hunting would be able to do at his age. His primary weapon is a black compound bow. Of course, he also poisons his arrows specific for supernatural targets. Can't have them just pull the arrows out and walk away. Guns are too loud to snipe vampires with, but having a heavy hand pistol is worth it in a pinch.
Relationships: Orphan. Few friends.
Personality: Damien doesn't really know his place in life. He has high ideal of morality, feeling that he should live up to the image of the great hunter his father had been, but he really grew up without parental guidance. He caved to a strict upbringing in a religious orphanage. He's emotionally suppressed, obedient, and somewhat fatalistic.
Bio: All Damien knows, is that he was left at the orphanage by his mother, who did not stick around to give her contact info. A note gave his name and that his father had been a member of the hunter organization who had recent disappeared. Some research gave details of his father, but he never knew who his mother was. Damien felt righteous and vengeful against the supernatural, and so he focused on learning to kill them.
Other: Nightvision goggles. Smoke grenades, flashbombs, knife.
Vampire
Name: Mithias Aldaric Varomere
Age: Looks 27, age 53.
Gender: M
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Weapons: Two titanium alloy swords. Whip.
Power: Mithias' one gift is a great strength in defending his mind. He is uniquely immune or highly resistant to mind control or thought manipulation and mind reading. He can chose to lower his mental shield to allow such influence.
Relationships: Father of Damien Varomere.
Personality: Mithias is quite noble and honorable in his dealing with allies or enemies, but that doesn't mean he won't kill you. He is an emotional wreck, almost manic at times. His intense feelings fuel his willpower. He focuses on his goals, but he is also, lonely.
Bio: Mithias is torn between a great love for his only son and a great hatred for the vampire that made him. Secretly, he monitors and protects Damien, but will not allow his offspring to see the monster his father has become. Compelled to drink human blood, Mithias lashes out by continuing his mission as a hunter, killing vampires, lycans, etc. as recompense for what has happened to him. Most of all, he longs to destroy the sadistic devil that ended his human life. This being, however, is far more powerful than himself. Unknown to Mithias, his sire is an antedeluvian, an ancient vampire, and he has no hope of ever finding him, let alone excising him from this world.
Other: Mithias often fights with two swords, which are titanium alloy, stolen after his death from the hunters he formerly worked for. He personally finds guns and projectiles too slow for killing supernatural beings, although explosives are quite handy. He also uses a whip for non-lethal damage or ... torture.
I am here, in the shadows.
*checks watch* Shikaru, you play dota?
Having appeared fairly undersized when fighting beside the ebon-skinned giant, up close to Shreika, the blood priest didn't look nearly so small. Pumped, blood-covered, and furious at the winged, necromantic thief, Strygwyr pounced forward just as Shreika dissipated into a plume of black cloud. His muscular arms slashed with his blades several times where the caster woman had been only microseconds before, only to wiff through the obscuring mist to his frustration. Ceasing, the hooded beast stood with his guard up, trying to detect her location around him. He could not see the smoke, but the magical affect still inhibited his senses. Had the woman been injured at all, bleeding, pained, he would have instantly honed in on her, regardless of her magic, but as it was, she remained unhurt.
A sadistic grin returned to his face. He loved when his opponents feared him. "You run like a coward. You serve a coward's god." Leaning forward, he stalked a few steps, slowly, hunting in the mist and taunting her. "Your blood will do little to pay for your crimes."
Half expecting it, Strygwyr suddenly felt the black magic attack to the back of his neck through his mane of feathers and spun around sharply, slashing at her in a counter-attack. The spell however, had still gone off, and he felt a soft boom of energy at the base of his skull, ripping apart his bond with his deities. Like a collar coming off, Strygwyr was freed from the Twins' control, freed from their will, but also from their granted power. He gasped and stumbled forward several steps from the shock. The red glow from under his hood went out and he felt momentarily overcome with weakness, and grief. "What?! No!" Even without his powers, he was still a formidable warrior and very dangerous. "Priestess..." He began, as he began to recover from the rend in his sanctity. The magic she used had been divine, and he recognized it as such. Strangely, he laughed. "You try to free me from the will of the Flayed Ones? You fool. My people are their children. I will return to them. I would give my own blood for them." Clearly no offer of an alternative lifestyle would deter the twisted warrior, even if escape were possible. "Your gods and my gods will do battle."
A sadistic grin returned to his face. He loved when his opponents feared him. "You run like a coward. You serve a coward's god." Leaning forward, he stalked a few steps, slowly, hunting in the mist and taunting her. "Your blood will do little to pay for your crimes."
Half expecting it, Strygwyr suddenly felt the black magic attack to the back of his neck through his mane of feathers and spun around sharply, slashing at her in a counter-attack. The spell however, had still gone off, and he felt a soft boom of energy at the base of his skull, ripping apart his bond with his deities. Like a collar coming off, Strygwyr was freed from the Twins' control, freed from their will, but also from their granted power. He gasped and stumbled forward several steps from the shock. The red glow from under his hood went out and he felt momentarily overcome with weakness, and grief. "What?! No!" Even without his powers, he was still a formidable warrior and very dangerous. "Priestess..." He began, as he began to recover from the rend in his sanctity. The magic she used had been divine, and he recognized it as such. Strangely, he laughed. "You try to free me from the will of the Flayed Ones? You fool. My people are their children. I will return to them. I would give my own blood for them." Clearly no offer of an alternative lifestyle would deter the twisted warrior, even if escape were possible. "Your gods and my gods will do battle."
Ah good, although I'm still wondering what to do with this story we're in. Vengeance seems as good a motivation as any.
hmm... should I keep posting?
Man. Life is harsh.
You still playing Fluffy?
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