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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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6 yrs ago
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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Please. Nobody in this rp ever make my character explain wtf he is doing again. thank you.
@Kronshi
Name: Damien Varomere
Class: Hunter
Race: Human
Main Hand: Compound bow, poisoned arrows.
Off Hand:
Secondary Weapon: Hand gun.
Armor Type: Cloth/leather
Magic: Uses technology instead of magic.
Skills: Driving, stealth, good aim.
Alignment: Neutral good. has own code.
Personality: Anti-evil, anti-chaos. A protector, a hero, a pragmatist. No holds barred, all is fair in love and war.
Name: Damien Varomere
Class: Hunter
Race: Human
Main Hand: Compound bow, poisoned arrows.
Off Hand:
Secondary Weapon: Hand gun.
Armor Type: Cloth/leather
Magic: Uses technology instead of magic.
Skills: Driving, stealth, good aim.
Alignment: Neutral good. has own code.
Personality: Anti-evil, anti-chaos. A protector, a hero, a pragmatist. No holds barred, all is fair in love and war.
I am sure you will be, but GM is off for the rest of the night. Will have to wait until tomorrow.
@Teoinsanity
One question. If Melody is a sentient crystal, how the Hell is it Female? Since when do Crystals have a gender?
This guy. Always thinking.
Bedivere might have been a little mad, Mithias surmised this as he noticed the old vampire leaning back and talking to what seemed to be the tree in the middle of the tavern. Merlin, it seemed to be called. Mithias had been a bit perplexed by Bedivere's mention of the "three" of them being left alone together. Certainly, the elder spoke with strict intention. Now he understood. Mithias gathered the reference to Arthurian legend and wondered at its authenticity for the first time. How long Bedivere had been tied to this land exactly? Could there have been any truth to those archaic, fantastical tales?
Nonetheless, Mithias couldn't help but respect the elder vampire, be he a heartless preditor of humankind, insane, or not. He was eloquent, patient, disciplined, and sharp. He had amassed great power over the ages, which was itself worthy of respect, and Mithias inwardly longed to unlock his secrets. A black eyebrow was raised at Bedivere's mention of Mithias' past. It struck him that anyone other than himself and his sire knew such details.
"Your knowledge of my human history is impressive, Lord Bedivere. I was indeed a Templar knight, but I was never a crusader. I was tasked with protecting the good Christian children of God from the damned servants of Satan in our own lands. ... I was a 'vampire hunter.'" Mithias simply made the statement. He leaned back in his chair, watching Bedivere, unmoved by whatever reaction his information brought on. Disgust, or laughter, it didn't phase the confessed murderer across the table. It was just a statement, a brief clip of an old tale from a very different world, enacted by a very different person who no longer lived.
Mithias lowered his eyes with a deep exhale. What was he to tell this lord vampire? Why not tell him the truth? Mithias decided to take that risk and threw caution to the wind. "My loyalties?" He smiled strangely and glanced at the moonlit water. "I once protected all humans, very recently, in fact. I forgave them. I loved them. I allowed them to fill the void of my family, my kin, even though I could never truly live amongst them. I killed for them, vampires, Lord Bedivere, and I spoiled them. All my life, I cleaved to my human concept of morality. As a fledgling, I quickly came into conflict with my sire, and although I could not kill him, I rejected him, despite the gifts he had given me. It was painful, and I know now that I was blind."
White fingers touched the side of the teacup as he looked into his memories. "As time passed, my heart only became more torn. I discovered many vampires were not unlike myself and did not deserve death. But the truth was, I had always known this. I began to have questions and regret my former choices. I found I was alone and morally lost. Hence, I decided to walk the middle road. In an effort to promote true peace, I called others of the same mind to join me, and together we established what was to become SOLDIER. It was to be the ideal organization, the perfect agency to protect all. I gave all my energies to it. I kept my part in their origins a secret, allowing myself to assume the role of a mere agent, and I'd been with them ever since.
Of course, even my noble organization falls to corruption. There is no end to this war, and the whole thing was doomed from the start. I had the idealism of a very human mind. In such limited understanding, I allowed my convictions to tie me down and enslave me. When the time of what would have been my death came, only then, did I realize I was not ready. Regret swallowed me. I felt I had fallen short of my potential, my true purpose, and I was damned to hell." Mithias looked pointedly at Bedivere. "But you and I know that's not how it ended." He seemed to struggle a little with his words. "The very fact that I was saved... and why... I could never return to my former life. The war is a trap, Lord Bedivere. Now, I have a second chance. I have so much life in front of me.... There is so much more I can become! I seek to learn from those who came before me and to repay you and Gabriel who saved me. This is where my loyalties lie, Bedivere. ... If you asked me if I feared death when I was in SOLDIER, I would have said no. But now, I do." He shook his head dismissively and closed his eyes. "My life is too precious to throw away on an endless war. There are debts I must pay."
There was a moment of relative silence as the three digested what had been said. "I will hear your out, my Lord. It is the least I can do. I am not opposed to the creation of a vampire nation, but understand I do not condone the abuse of innocents, be they human or otherwise. Still, it is not likely that I will stop you. I seek refuge, and I would be grateful to spend some time in your company, if you would permit it."
Nonetheless, Mithias couldn't help but respect the elder vampire, be he a heartless preditor of humankind, insane, or not. He was eloquent, patient, disciplined, and sharp. He had amassed great power over the ages, which was itself worthy of respect, and Mithias inwardly longed to unlock his secrets. A black eyebrow was raised at Bedivere's mention of Mithias' past. It struck him that anyone other than himself and his sire knew such details.
"Your knowledge of my human history is impressive, Lord Bedivere. I was indeed a Templar knight, but I was never a crusader. I was tasked with protecting the good Christian children of God from the damned servants of Satan in our own lands. ... I was a 'vampire hunter.'" Mithias simply made the statement. He leaned back in his chair, watching Bedivere, unmoved by whatever reaction his information brought on. Disgust, or laughter, it didn't phase the confessed murderer across the table. It was just a statement, a brief clip of an old tale from a very different world, enacted by a very different person who no longer lived.
Mithias lowered his eyes with a deep exhale. What was he to tell this lord vampire? Why not tell him the truth? Mithias decided to take that risk and threw caution to the wind. "My loyalties?" He smiled strangely and glanced at the moonlit water. "I once protected all humans, very recently, in fact. I forgave them. I loved them. I allowed them to fill the void of my family, my kin, even though I could never truly live amongst them. I killed for them, vampires, Lord Bedivere, and I spoiled them. All my life, I cleaved to my human concept of morality. As a fledgling, I quickly came into conflict with my sire, and although I could not kill him, I rejected him, despite the gifts he had given me. It was painful, and I know now that I was blind."
White fingers touched the side of the teacup as he looked into his memories. "As time passed, my heart only became more torn. I discovered many vampires were not unlike myself and did not deserve death. But the truth was, I had always known this. I began to have questions and regret my former choices. I found I was alone and morally lost. Hence, I decided to walk the middle road. In an effort to promote true peace, I called others of the same mind to join me, and together we established what was to become SOLDIER. It was to be the ideal organization, the perfect agency to protect all. I gave all my energies to it. I kept my part in their origins a secret, allowing myself to assume the role of a mere agent, and I'd been with them ever since.
Of course, even my noble organization falls to corruption. There is no end to this war, and the whole thing was doomed from the start. I had the idealism of a very human mind. In such limited understanding, I allowed my convictions to tie me down and enslave me. When the time of what would have been my death came, only then, did I realize I was not ready. Regret swallowed me. I felt I had fallen short of my potential, my true purpose, and I was damned to hell." Mithias looked pointedly at Bedivere. "But you and I know that's not how it ended." He seemed to struggle a little with his words. "The very fact that I was saved... and why... I could never return to my former life. The war is a trap, Lord Bedivere. Now, I have a second chance. I have so much life in front of me.... There is so much more I can become! I seek to learn from those who came before me and to repay you and Gabriel who saved me. This is where my loyalties lie, Bedivere. ... If you asked me if I feared death when I was in SOLDIER, I would have said no. But now, I do." He shook his head dismissively and closed his eyes. "My life is too precious to throw away on an endless war. There are debts I must pay."
There was a moment of relative silence as the three digested what had been said. "I will hear your out, my Lord. It is the least I can do. I am not opposed to the creation of a vampire nation, but understand I do not condone the abuse of innocents, be they human or otherwise. Still, it is not likely that I will stop you. I seek refuge, and I would be grateful to spend some time in your company, if you would permit it."
I'm trying to get the characters to interact with each other as opposed to just with the npc's.
So now random denizens began to join the action. Main street quickly became a chaotic free-for-all. Aeshma tried to follow the two original combatants to see how the one he was attempting to aid was fairing. However, his way was blocked by a scrambling spider demon as it and its riders struggled against two kids. One of the kids had extreme strength and speed and the other some kind of super sword. He paused, debating on whether or not to tear the whole lot of them down or to try to avoid them.
yeah, put up a character sheet.
I am also under the impression they are inside the building. Hm. But still, as crazy as Magnus is, he's probably worth saving since he's the only self-proclaimed leader of the vampire rebellion to date.
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