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6 yrs ago
Current 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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Name/Alias: Mith Varmer
Age: 26
Physical Description/Picture:



Strengths: n/a human
Weakness: n/a

Motivations: scientific curiosity, protectiveness, defensive paranoia, lust/love, righteousness.

History: Mith lived a fairly average life, growing up in a middle class family in the country of New York. He was very disciplined, did well in school, and tried to make his parents proud. He did however struggle in his relationship with his father, who could never accept that his son was gay. There were fights. Sending Mith into the military didn't change anything, and he exited that endeavor on poor terms. He managed to get through college afterward on his own, but gave up pursuing med school for various reasons. Before he could graduate, his dear mother died of cancer. The family broke apart. He's been on his own ever since, job-hopping until he found a position as a research coordinator at a university hospital in Charleston. He's basically just trying to live a normal life, like everyone else.

On his off time, he frequents the night clubs in hopes of finding someone fun and interesting to share time with, perhaps somebody special one day. He of course horribly repressed and awkward and explicitly discerning. This could take a while.

Another hobby that has intensely grabbed his interest outside of work has been the activities of the secretive cult known at the Knights Templar. The name is cliche, of course, but they claim a lineage descendant from the original knights, to a sect explicitly created by the Pope to hunt vampires. They keep historical records, identify, hunt, and tract vampires, and are basically the KKK against all vampirekind. Currently, Mithias thinks he has discovered a vampire hiding among humans in the French quarter, one Madame Blanche, and he is investigating her.

Connections: Has made loose friends with Joseph Bevvy at the nightclub. Investigating one local aristocrat, Mrs. Blanche. New associate in the secret society, "Knights Templar."
@Shikaru I don't see why not, but you will have to modify him to fit the new world. I'm going to guess with Magnus' historical healing, he'd be Draculan. His power level is going to be way down too. What if you made him a werewolf instead? The insanity and bestiality of second stage would fit him.
Mithias comes back from upstairs, where he has procured yet another book. He clears his throat loudly before entering the bar, making his presence completely known as he eyes every individual present for any sign of complaint, then he sits down at a table, being sure to face the middle of the room and tries to read.
@thewizardguy@supertinyking

https://youtu.be/ZL4MGwlZuAc


Slowly, the dust cleared away, and the last crumbling rocks rolled off the pile of rubble that slanted down alongside the corpse of the tower building that once was the vampire's perch. Thunder rolled, and the wind died down strangely for a moment. The screaming in this area had come to an end. Most beings were warped and devolved into daemon monsters, or whatever the chaos storm did to them, or they were simply crushed under tons of edificial reckage. Somewhere in the pile, a slab of stone was knocked over by an unseen force, making a hollow rocklike sound. Darkness seemed to coalesce onto the area. Finally, in the haze of cloud and settling dust, a dark figure could be seen moving. It limped slowly, spats of blood dripped and spilled onto the hard road with soft splashing sounds. The creature was surrounded in darkness, unrecognizable with its weakly flickering red eyes, except for its having only one arm. Mithias was no more, no longer present. He had changed. The empty void, the darkness, death itself, was the only entity present, just a simple force, a beingless will, a power, a hunger for the undoing of reality. The suffering and demented beings around him did nothing as he passed, and he acted as though he didn't even see them. The warp storm, the psychic cataclysm, had been too much to bear. His body could heal, but his mind and spirit could not. Lost as he had been all this time, Mithias had nothing to keep him grounded, and he fell to the winds of chaos. His former powers had been bent and boosted to unimaginable level. He was walking death, and all his focus was on the biggest, brightest light that opposed him, Valentus. Slowly, he approached, an unimaginable anti-psychic force eminated from him, protected him. He felt no pain, no mercy. The consciousness of Mithias wasn't even present as the void came upon its prey. He would kill him.
I feel the need to link Alucard memes.
Mithias gasped as his right arm was blown apart by the bolter round, but the sound was drowned in the shockwave of explosion as the cannon of his fired downward into the building itself, shattering the concrete and bending and tearing the steel beams below. The rooftop itself was never designed to bear much weight and it crumbled down, collapsing onto the floor below it, causing a chain reaction that began at least half the building falling in on itself in a massive demolition. Rubble spewed out in every direction, raining death on anything below that wasn't already transformed by the warpstorm. Mithias was lost in the cloud of dust and destruction. It was painful just as he thought, but in a way the pain was comforting. It was a reminder that he had been alive, if only for a moment, before the end. All went dark, all anguish dispelled as all dreams were rendered meaningless by the fact they would never be achieved. Everything could be let go. It didn't matter who killed him, or how or where or when. Whatever coma he had been trapped in was finally over as his captor finally decided to release him, forever. There was no one to live for. Oblivion had waited long enough.
@Kurai Assassin I think it should be. It's cannon.
How most of the blood Compacts Usually end

youtube.com/watch?v=eVTXPUF4Oz4


Cool. I never actually saw that video.
So Wiz is telling me that humans cannot have any kind of psychics or 6th senses etc in this game, due to Obscurum Sanguis. OS simply makes vampires, kills, or fails.
@Remipa Awesome Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.

ok, I love the first song, the second is too cute, and the third, i hate Dave Matthews.
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