Wraithblade6

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Not long after Alistair had begun waiting did the street sound with the rumble of a motorbike decelerating in his direction. Mithias passed him to park along the street side. he got off, took off his helmet and replaced it with a nice hat and walked up to the clan leader with his hands in his pockets. "Greetings Alistair. You messaged quite a number of people. I suppose I shall see what my relatives are doing." He casually glanced at the Kingston manor. "You know you Blackmoores are going to marry these Kingstons."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Angel
I liked it. You made Mithias thirsty.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Praetor's just a brute by personality. lol

Anyway, I'm thinking of an intro post already.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

I'm making a new story with bloodseeker. Currently, only Tiny is playing with me.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Alright alright. Did you actually read my whole CS?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking

A fire was made. Bloodseeker sighs as they convene over dinner.

The ghost of Eclipse suddenly appears as if he had been sitting on the log next to Strygwyr the whole time. "I suppose we have time for pets. Why don't we feed it some of our extra meat? Then, you can let the creature go with a full belly." He took a ghost-stick and poked at the fire, the ethereal stick obviously doing nothing to the material burning wood. "Yes, you should let it go, eventually, Dark One. The 'fuzzy friend' has family to get back to."

Bloodseeker wasn't much of a talker. He was kind of an animal himself. He thanked his gods and ate, keeping mostly to himself.

Eclipse asked, "Let me guess Strygwyr. You miss the Coffee lounge? Or perhaps your people in the mountains?"

Stryg swallowed a bite, "I miss not having to eat."

"Ah.." Eclipse smiled cheerfully and tried to change the subject. He knew what Strygwyr was saying was that he wanted to be out killing things for his gods, during which he wouldn't need food. "Well now, why don't we um..."

The very foreign and strange sound of a car starting interrupted the ghost. At least, it was trying to start. It sounded like it was coming from some place in the trees nearby. Stryg picked up his head.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Name: Mithias Aldaric Varomere

Age: 733



Appearance: Mithias can't blend in amongst humans, unfortunately. He is about 6' 2", very long straight black hair, white skin, and vivid yellow/golden eyes. He looks like a mature, young adult in age. His nails are also white and clawlike. He is usually dressed in something durable and obscuring. If outside in the day, he'd have a wide brimmed hat or hood, usually everything is black. Has steel vambraces.

Bio: It was the decline of the era of the Templar knights. The holy land had been lost, more than once, and the Turks had forced the order entirely out of the Middle East. Despite a blackening name and recent losses in war, the Templars were actually quite successful on another front. The order served God, King, and Pope not just in defending lands, but in defending humanity itself. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, The Templar Knights had a secretive sect that was specifically charged with hunting down supernatural beings. Witches, undead, abhorrent spirits, were wolves, and of course vampires, were their targets. "Vampire hunters," if you will, took their orders directly from His Holiness. Their ranks were usually filled by family members alone, yet rarely a gifted outsider would pass initiation. It was this line of work that brought Mithias in contact with vampires.

Mithias was a young man, a hunter, a knight, and also soon to be a father. He lived in a small town in Germany, near the boarder with France. One day, he attracted the attention of a powerful vampire, because he questioned his purpose. Rather than killing a young vampire, as his order commanded of him, he secretly let her go. Witnessing that incident, the elder vampire took an interest in him, leading him on futile chases into the wilderness. Mithias never had any chance of catching him, and eventually, they began having conversations. The human was an interesting subject. The vampire tricked him into enthralling himself and manipulated him. The conclusion of this little dance however was rushed the day the Templars were abolished.

It was Friday the 13th, October, when Mithias' life was turned upside down. The Pope had denounced them. Knights and anyone associated with them were being attacked, killed, their lands and gold confiscated, and their families imprisoned on suspicion of heresy and treason. Mithias fled but could not stop his pregnant wife from being taken. Knowing she would be tortured and imprisoned he was desperate for help. He quickly turned to the only one he knew who might aid him, the mysterious one in the woods at night who existed above all this human mayhem.

In short, the vampire delighted in Mithias' plea. The formed an unwritten pact of blood and Mithias was given the power to save his family. He rescued his wife and saw her to safety and protected her. He killed anyone in his path.

Time went by. Evelyn soon died of disease and little Damien had to be raised pretty much as an orphan. It was difficult for Mithias to be a father looking as he did, needing what he did, but Mithias was ever grateful to the vampire that had changed him. He was able to oversee his family lineage from the shadows for many, many generations.

Mithias eventually discovered that his maker was a fickle, selfish creature who lived for amusement and satisfaction, but the two never came to confrontation. They parted ways. Mithias was free to live as he chose.

Personality: Mithias' is verily lacking a sense of humor. He's honest and honorable, but is missing out on a lot of "fun" because of it. He would disagree however, citing his enjoyment of following his distant family and the beauty of nature. He doesn't revel in bloodshed or war at all, but accepts death as a natural part of life with no regrets. Avoiding regret is important for an immortal.

Power: Totally immune to supernatural mind-affecting powers. Mithias' mental abilities have manifested inwards into an impenetrable wall. His mind cannot be read. He can chose to block out telepathic messages. He is unaffected by influence or suggestion or illusions. His emotions can't be altered. Trying turns out to be completely futile. For most of his vampire life, that was his only power, and he honed it to perfection for good reason.

Side: Neutral between humans and vampires. Believes all beings have spirits or souls that are strengthened and deepened by life and experience. He doesn't consider humans to be special in their vulnerability. They are clearly capable of great evil, but he chalks it up to their ignorance and short lifespans. Nor does Mithias believe vampires are inherently superior beings, yet he revers elders who have attained great wisdom. Mithias would be angered by unnecessary slaughter in either direction.

Mithias' maker was Morgan's grandsire, so he is technically related to her descendents as a kind of "uncle." He is primarily interested in preserving the vampire species and tends to agree wit hthe Blackmoors.

Weapons: Usually 1-2 swords, 2-3 guns, barbed daggers, and a whip. Mithias makes use of modern weapons and technology. He might use:
Two FN Five-seven's with armor piercing rounds.
Modern, synthetic compound bow with poisoned arrows (kills humans, paralyzes vmapires)
Bolas, nylon cables.
Smoke grenades
Flash grenades
Twin titanium-alloy katana-like swords with uniquely designed clip-fastening device on hips/belt.
A simple whip, coiled against his lower back.
Three barbed daggers designed to get stuck in the flesh of the enemy and continuously drain blood through a groove down the middle of the blades. These are named daggers.

Skills: Mithias loves driving, and this extends from cars, to heavy machienery, to aircraft. Horesback riding, swordsmanship, and archery are a given. He's also become good with guns and basic computer knowledge. Like most vampires, he has financial savvy and is an investor as an official occupation... albeit under a false name. He has reasons for knowing a fair amount of chemistry and can speak several European languages.

Flaws: Obviously, Mithias can't blend in with humans, except perhaps at goth rave parties. He hates rave music. He also can't read minds, and can't influence another's thoughts, emotions, or use any type of mind control. He can fall for a good liar.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

After a while, Strygwyr, the Dark One, and Eclipse' ghost came upon a land of green rolling hills and valleys and patchy evergreen trees as far as the eye could see. Strygwyr had chased down a local wild herbivore of some type and sacrificed its blood to his gods and they cooked and ate the rest. The fish people had been left far behind, as they weren't content on such dry, firm ground. It was beautiful out here, but the days dragged on, and they all began to miss home.

Blood Compact (Open!)

Mithias crawled out of the backyard pool he had conveniently landed in. The lawn was overgrown, and it appeared that the residents of that house had moved out several weeks ago. As far as Mithias could tell, the little neighborhood had been abandoned. Landing in water had several advantages, Mithias found, and not just providing a softer landing. The pervasive holy vapor no longer stung him, as its holiness seemed to become muted by contact with the regular water that sopped him hair and clothes. The water also cooled him from the sun and heat of he fires he had to run past to get back to the bunker.

Eluding the helicopters with his speed, Mithias made his way back toward the others. There were no human ground troops, none still alive anyway, and the few armed vampires here and there were still trying to take out the choppers. Fire was everywhere, and the smoke made it difficult to see for both sides to see each other. Why hadn't Lady Mohowauuk cleared the air of these damned vapors and rained on the fires? Mithias feared the worst, but at the same time, couldn't imagine how blood-drinking druidess could have possibly been killed. She was simply too powerful. A terrible curiosity quickened his feet.

The front entrance to the bunker had been blown up. The rock that had formerly obscured the door had fallen into a landslide of boulders. There was no getting in or out there. The hangar bay door however was still gapingly open, fires and mayhem inside. With such a huge entrance, the bunker was vulnerable to invasion. It wouldn't have been left open intentionally. Before he could get any closer, Mithias walked up on the remains of an exploded vehicle. The smell of vampire blood was thick. A chrome hubcap on a still-rotating car tire in a pile of burning wreckage made clear that The Beast didn't make it far from launch.

what Mithias saw next stopped him in his tracks. He didn't need to check to know Lady Mo was dead. He had yet to realize the extent of the vampires' losses.

Blood Compact (Open!)

I'm continuing posting.