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Kristen walked rapidly along the broken pathway that led through Memorial Park,cursing under her breath,she fumbled in her purse searching for a cigarette....finding none,she swore softly and pitched the empty pack over her shoulder.
Normally Kristens demeanor was a cheerful one,but tonight her mood was indeed foul,that bastard manager at The Lookout had insisted she stay late to help him close the cafe.
Of course Kristen had her suspicions as to why he'd picked her to stay late,that dirty old feth was always staring at her,making little comments.."As if.."Kristen muttered to herself.
Still...she had no choice and had ended up staying to close,now here she was,walking through the park at damn near midnight "Bastard" Kristen muttered again thinking of her boss " Maybe I'll put something nasty in that coffee he's always drinking",for some reason...this thought cheered her up a bit.
She looked around the silent surroundings of the park..normally she would have avoided walking through here,but...it was very late and she was sleepy,cutting through the park would get her back to her apartment quicker than going around...even if it did give her the creeps.
From behind she heard the sound of something moving in the bushes and quickly turned...her heart in her throat,her hand going to the small canister of pepper spray she kept in her purse...just in case..she stood,staring into the gloom,her pulse beating faster and faster in her head.."What the hell was I thinking coming here alone?" she cursed to herself
" Hello.." Kristen called in a trembling voice..praying to God no one would answer,her grip tightened on the pepper spray.." Hello.."

A Huge orange alley cat darted from the underbrush and tore off across the parks open field.."Jesus!!" Kristen shouted leaping back and grabbing her chest...her body shaking..." Stupid God damn cat" she yelled after the fleeing feline and turned back to the pathway laughing to herself.

A low guttural growl came from behind her..she froze.." A dog..has to be" Kristen thought.." That's what the cat was running from...a really big dog."
The growl became a roar...and Kristen turned in time to see a huge figure..straight from a lunatics nightmare explode from the bushes.
" Oh MY GOD!!..THAT ISN"T REAL!!" was all Kristen had time to think...then it took her.

Live From Action 5 News...

" Are we on ?...We are..?..
This is Max Crossman reporting live from Downtown Memorial Park where earlier this morning police were called to the scene of a grisly discovery.
The mutilated body of 23 year old Kristen Hood was discovered at approximately 4:00 A.M. this morning by city sanitation workers who then notified police of their find.
Details are sketchy at the moment..but one eyewitness told this reporter that Ms. Hood appeared to have been ..quote "Ripped to pieces" Unquote.
Authorities have declined to comment if there is any connection between this apparent murder and a similar,as of yet unsolved killing which took place last month.
Polie also refuse to speculate if these two incidents are connected to the disappearance of Kelly Murphy...who has been missing for over a week now,Ms.Murphy you may recall was last seen leaving Spiders bar on Rampart Street late on the night of October 3..the search for the young woman continues.
Once again..A Ghastly scene at Memorial Park,23 year old Kristen Hood the victim of an apparent homicide.
We'll have more on this and other stories on our noon report..This is Max Crossman..Action 5 News.



Welcome to Blood Moon..A Horror RP which will pit player against player in a battle of wits and survival,both in and around Empire City,a once booming Metropolis that has slipped into economic freefall,unemployment and crime are on the rise,and the homeless and desperate are in abudance.
The cities remaining wealthy exist in a world of luxary and decadence as all around them the working poor strugle to scratch out a day to day living.
Those with the means to do so have fled to the cities surrounding Suburbs.

Below ..please find the statlines for various available PC characters...these stats will be used in resolving combat/as well as act as a guide for actions..
If anyone has any questions...please feel free to ask..
Vampires
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WS-6/BS-5/S-6/T-5/W-3/I-6/A-3/SV-3+

These stats are for a Vampire who has fed as normal,a starving Vampire reduces stats by -1 for everything except wounds and save until stats have reached -3 at which point a vamp loses a wound.

Vampires and sunlight- Sunlight counts as an instant-death weapon against Vamps,however to reflect a possible escape (if applicable) Vampires get one + 5 save to get to cover,if the save is successful the vampire takes a wound and counts as starving until it feeds again.

Vampire PCs may have up to two major NPCs and one minor NPC and may have two "bases of operation"

Werewolves
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WS-8/BS-3/S-7/T-7/W-3/I-6/ A-4/Sv-3+

In Human form
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WS-6/BS-3/S-5/T-5/W-3/I-5/A-2/Sv-3+

These stats are for a Werewolf who has fed as normal,a starving Werewolf is subject to frenzy on a roll of 4+ until it feeds on flesh,a frenzied wolf Gains +1 to S and T,but is at -2 for all other stats other than wounds and saves.
Frenzy can occur at any random time for a Wolf who has not Fed,a wolf MUST feed during the full moon or frenzy will result on a roll of 2+
A wolf who suffers the effects of Frenzy loses one I point permanently for each episode.
Wolves and Silver-Silver is lethal to Werewolves and counts as a poison attack costing one wound for each successful attack,a wolf may attempt a 5+ save against death by silver,if successful..the Wolf is reduced to one wound and must flee to attempt to recuperate.

Werewolf PCs may have up to two major NPCs and one minor NPC,and have up to two bases of operation.

Hunters
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WS-6/BS-6/S-4/T-4/W-3/I-5/A-3/Sv-3+

These Stats are for an uninjured hunter,a hunter that is injured by a Werewolf and loses all his wounds dies on a roll of 1-3 and is infected on a roll of 4-6.
A hunter in normal combat with a Vampire is killed when all wounds are lost,however the Vampire may decided to transform the hunter and will be successful on a roll of 3+.

Hunters will have access to various weapons that will present themselves in the RP,but will start the RP with two firearms + 50 rounds of standard ammo,in addition each Hunter will start with 10 rounds of silver ammo,Hunters will also start with a single bladed weapon (not Silver) and Stakes and a crossbow/bow and 10 bolts/arrows.
Hunters will also be allowed one Talisman ( for either Vampires OR Werewolves) witch allows them One Auto save Wound.

Hunter PCs may have one Major NPC and one minor NPC but may have up to three bases of operation.

Hopefully everyone will find this RP entertaining as well as challenging..please remember that unlike many FPs..your actions could have devastating consequences for your character.

That being said...I hope everyone enjoys the ride...

To Join..simply fill out a Character Profile..

Example...

Player:-Fitzz
Character-Bob the Guy.
Race/affiliation:- Hunter.
Physical Description- Bob the Guy looks like a guy,he's tall like a guy,weighs as much as a guy...and has a beard like a guy.
Equipment:-Bob has lots of guy stuff
Backstory-Bob hates vamps and wolves cuz to him their not guys anymore.
Location/resources..Bob lives in the city,in a guy type house..he has a small income from being a guy and pawn stuff he takes off of vamps.
Vehicle:..Bob drives a guys car.
Other info:..Bob is schizophrenic and often dresses up like his mother.


List of Current PCs and NPCs
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Player: sillyboy
Character: Sky 'Vegas' Henderson
Race/affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: Female, 1.70 m, short brown hair, green eyes, 27 years old.
Equipment: Loads of weapons: but prefers her sawed off double barreled shotgun
Backstory: Was the sole daughter of Reece Henderson, who was known as the king of spades. He literally owned half of casino's in the East coast.
He got to this wealth by helping vampires, with supplies, etc... But one day he decided it was enough. The vampires were not amused and killed him before Sky's very own eyes.
This was the moment she turned into a hunter. Using the heritage of her father she located the killer. But almost got killed by the vampire. Luckily she was saved By Colt. Who
learned her everything she needed to know. To continue the hunt.
Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town.
Vehicle: everything you want.
Other info: Hates vampires

Talisman against Vampires.

Main NPC:

Character: James 'colt' Watson
Race/affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: male, bulky, black hair, grizzly appearance, 1.85 m, 54 years old.
Equipment: makes it himself.
Backstory: James used to be a lumberjack, with a passion for guns and hunting. One day his family got killed by the supernatural.
He has been on a crusade against the supernatural ever since. Wanting to exterminate this stench from the world. He was one of the prime hunters of
his day. But finally age caught up with him. He uses his knowledge of guns to still help the cause. By making weapons suitable for the hunt.
On one of his last hunting trips he met Sky. He saved her and took her under his wings. He has taught her everything he knew. He knew that one
day she could be as great as him.
Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town.
Other info: Gunsmith, can tinker with weapons to make them ideal for the hunt.
Sky has such a fond place in his heart. That he almost thinks of her like a daughter.


Player: Chowderhead
Character: Musatei "Jenny" Movila
Race/affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: Petit, striking features, blush cheeks, Brown hair/blond Higlights
Equipment: Guitar, modified guitar case, slim jims, sledgehammer (Kept in modified guitar case)
Backstory: Musatei was bitten by her stepfather at the age of 19 in 1398, in a small hamlet in Transylvania. Not knowing what had happened, she wandered, injured, into the woods. Coming out 3 weeks later, she began acting strangely. She left at night, came back tired, shaking, and her clothes were ripped. She was called a witch, and was cast out of the village. She now wanders the world, working odd jobs, and using her beauty to get men to follow her back to her place. Unfortunately, there is only one fate for such men...
Location/resources: Mainly in Empire City, but has a safehouse in the countrym a reminder of her homeland.
Vehicle: Dead men's cars
Other info: Jenny is her "Street" name. Only her close friends call her by her true name.

NPC:

Player: Chowderhead
Character: Pablo
Race/affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: 8-9 years old, slightly hispanic, short cropped hair, loves t-shirts.
Equipment: Nintendo DS, suitcase full of dinosaurs, 9mm handgun.
Backstory: Pablo was bitten by a Spaniard named Hernando Cortez in the city of Technocticaln, the capitol of the Aztec empire. When it fell shortly afterwards, he and his family ran north. He ran north with them, but as is it with werewolves, he did not age. His parents, however, did. They noticed this, proclaimed he was a gift from the gods, and tried to sacrifice him. Pablo would have none of it. He killed both his parents, and kept going north. He reached Empire colony around 1801, and met a nice girl named Jenny. The two haved lived together ever since.
Location/resources: He's 8. He can't own a home, now can he?
Vehicle: Bikes.
Other info: Pablo has honed his skills with the 9mm over the past 20 years, and now only has problems with the recoil.



Player: Shas'ui T'au Kais
Character: Jason "Atlas" Mirage
Race/Affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: Spiky blonde hair shown just under his black hoody top, combat trousers, trainers. Handsome, but has a dark and serious face at all times.
Equipment: The clothes he wears, and a knife.
Backstory: He was left as a baby out in the woods, and was found by some passers by. He was put in an orphanage, and hated it. He ran away as soon as he was 16, and went into the woods. He encountered a savge wolf creature, and it bit him. He was in constant pain until he changed, and now he carries the curse around always. He despises the curse, but he uses the benefits to his advantage, as with them, he survives.
Location/resource: Always on the move, but mainly sticks to the woods. Goes to the city only when necessary.
Vehicle: None.
Other info: He always uses the name Atlas, unless he is trying to be formal


Player- Mordoskul
Character- Pontius of House Brutii
Race- Vampire
Physical Description- Pontius, like the rest of his race, is pale and attractive, with short dark hair. He has a strong Roman nose, and smells of oil.
Equipment- Pontius carries a gladius made of iron on his person at all times, as well as a garnet ring given to him by Cain himself shortly before his disappearance.
Backstory- Shortly after the reign of Caesar, Pontius was Embraced by the reborn Brutus himself, making him his Childe. After Brutus left this world for the World Tree, Pontius became a noble in what is today Germany, later fighting in the Crusades. During the Great War, Pontius fled to Africa, with many of his 'children', where he encountered the Obayifo, the Vampires of Africa. Pontius kept his head down until now, as the signs of Cain's return become apparent to him.
Location/Resources- Pontius lives in the slums, where he can easily hunt without drawing suspicion.
Vehicle- Pontius drives a car that has seen better days, but prefers to travel by foot, leaping across the tops of buildings.
Other info- Pontius despises werewolves as degenerate savages, fit only for a bit of sport before disposing of them. When roused to anger, Pontius has a murderous temper, prone to shattering tables and tearing witnesses in half. He sees humans as cattle, useful at times, but mostly as a readily available food source.

Player: bloodreaper
Name-Sindri Herik Mire
Race-Vampire
Physical descrpition- Tall and thin , Sindri's face is covered by a strange Iron mask
Equipment: Iron axe and Strange Mask
Backstory: A British pirtae during the 1650's , Sindri killied murderd and slaghterd his way through the oceans claming he was Invincible untill he and his crew were attacked by Vampire Pirates. He was tortured and driven insane before becoming a Vampire. He cares not for who he kills only that blood is shed.
Location: Old Sewer tunnels

Player: Halonachos
Character: Andy Bruss
Race/Affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: Male, 6'1", short brown hair and brown eyes. 23 years old. Average build.
Equipment: AK-74 and a .357 revolver, cell phone. Black and green ballcap, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a pocket. Tan jacket with zipper hood. Also wears a silver cross because gold just looks plain gaudy to him.
Backstory: Andy was a hunter across the country when the local population of werewolves diminished thanks to the efforts of the local hunters. Through the underground network he found out about the rise of 'murders' in Empire City they believed it would be best for him to transfer to the city to help the local hunter groups. His parents died in a car crash so his reasons for hunting the supernatural are somewhat clouded. It stems from the fact that he just plain hates the idea of vampires and werewolves.
Other information: Really likes his hat. "I like werewolves, they're easy to kill. All you have to do is shoot them with something silver, now vampires have to be staked or something. Not only are they stronger, faster, and chances are more experienced but you have to get close to them too. Way overpowered in my humble opinion."

Vampire Talisman

NPC:
Name: Kara Viselle
Race/Affiliation: Hunter
Physical description: Short dirty blond hair, brown eyes, 5'10". 25 years old.
Equipment: Silenced MP5, silenced M9, K-Bar engraved with the image of the cross. Cell phone. Blue jeans, gray shirt with a dark brown jacket.
Backstory: Kara grew up in Empire City where her parents were mauled by a werewolf. She blames the werewolfs and vampires not only for the death of her family, but for the decay of the city. She is supposed to meet Andy and make sure that he acclimates to the city before they carry out any operations.
Location: A small Hunter outpost in the farms outside of the city.
Vehicle: Chevy Tahoe with 4x4.
Other Information: Despite the tragedy she faced she remains upbeat by following the ideals of her fellow Hunters, anything funny is good for the mind. "Found a werewolf today, he was trying to get some chickens from a local farmer. Shot him several times in the back with some silver hollowpoint and he fell face forward into the coop. He could've chickened out but he died with egg on his face instead."



Player:- Ghosty
Character:- Ryan O’Brian
Race/affiliation:- Werewolf
Physical Description:- 5’11” , Irish-American, Amber eyes, short Blonde Hair, well built (Werewolf Perk- lots of running tends to build up the musculature somewhat!) stubbley beard, broken nose with a scar line across the bridge, missing his ring finger on his right hand, and his little finger on his left. Deep scarring on his back. When a Werewolf, leaner than average due to lack of ‘proper’ meat, but still considerably strong. Additionally on his finger tips there are heavy calluses from where his claws tear out and re-enter. As a Wolf his fur is generally thick and brown, with blonde streak down his back. Scars are still present on his body, as is the missing fingers. At present he also smells somewhat from a lack of showers.
Equipment/clothes:- Wearing jeans a T-shirt and a well used and battered leather jacket. He has on his person a pack of cigarettes, he’s a chain smoker, trying to replace one addiction (The inherent one gained from being a wolf) with another, especially considering that smoking can’t harm a Werewolf the same way that it could to a human. No weapons apart from claws, teeth, and until he has a shower, bad smell.
Backstory:- Ryan is in his early twenties, and has been on the move throughout great Britain since he was sixteen, living in various places, but never staying still for too long. He has an older brother who lives in the city who he’s especially close to. He views being a wolf as a curse over a blessing, due to the horror that it’s caused him. Ryan used to lose himself in the moorlands or the deep woods during the full moon- to ensure he caused no harm to Humans. However, on a fateful day, whilst on the move through the Scottish Highlands, Ryan found himself having his time of the month in a national park in which a young couple had just happened to be spending their first camping holiday within. Upon waking amongst the eviscerated remains of two people, Ryan swore he would never let such an atrocity happen to him again, and decided to move to America to catch up with his brother, in the hopes of getting support against his fight with the wolf within.

Location/resources:- Eventually his brothers house.
Vehicle:- His brother has a car.

Other info:- Ryan is just looking to live a normal life – he doesn’t want to let the Werewolf within affect him anymore


Player:-Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character- Longinus
Race/affiliation:- Vampire.
Physical Description- Longiunus is 6'3'', short black hair and Blue-gray eyes. A weathered ageless face. BUilt like an ox.
Equipment: 2x Short Swords, Kevlar Vest. Balck Suit. wrapped up long-sword wrapped across his back.
Backstory- Longinus was gladiator in Rome. When he was mortally wounded in duel, as he laid on his death bed he begged his trainer to save. Unknown to him his trainer was one of the undead and he gifted him the gift/curse of undeath. when he rose from his coma he saw what had happened and in a fit of a rage he slew his trainer with the two swords he had used in the arena. He also picked up the londsword his trainer used and wrapped in linen cloth and carries on his back as a reminder of his burden.
Location/resources..He lives in the sewers..
Other info:..he will only draw his trainer's sword if he is in a frenzy and out of control.

NPC.
Player; Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character; Isaac Moon
Race; Human
Physical Description; 5'7'', 35ish, Unshaven, has been living in th street for 8 years.
Equipment; Half a bottle of buckie,
Backstory; was an accountant and was happily married until his wife was 'taken' by one of 'them'. Not long after that the firm he worked for closed down. Unable to keep up with morgage payments he got kicked into the gutter where he climbed into a bottle and ahs looked back since.



Character: Nigel Hawthorne.
Race: Vampire
Physical Description: 5.11, Middle Aged, once atheletic but now slightly overweight, grey hair. Suit.
Equipment: Cellphone, Old fashioned pocket watch,
Briefcase: Cash ($2000 small bills), Finanacial documents and Glock 17 with 30 hollow point bullets (1 full mag, 1 full spare) (bad shot), 12 infusions of catalysed pig plasma.
Backstory: Hawthorne is a liason for the guild of Vampiric Investors, looking to get downtown for a big financial deal. He is 167 years old and has only fed a handful of times, he has been 'clean' for 30 years, survives on infusions of plasma, which do not strengthen him in anyway. He is of noble English ancestry.
Location: Motel on Outskirts.
Vehicle: Black AMG mercedes, is an average driver.
Notes: Weak vampire, does not have any of the supernatural abilities associated. Is however super inelligent/manipulative. Can survive short intervals of sunlight (OOC: if Alright with GM).

NPC
Name: Stelek
Race: Vampire.
Physical description: 6.7, built like a brick gakhouse. Black kevalr carbon weave bodysuit, Enclosed black Bike helmet. Basically the black Stig.
Equipment: Silver-phosphourous micro stake carbine with nightsight and integrated uv projector, loads of Ammo. Excellent shot. Weapon is equally effective against Vampires and werewolves though less so against humans.
Backstory: Raised in the Vampire worshiping tribes of Germanica Stelek has served the guild of Vampiric investors for 700 years in it's various guises. He is currently serving as Hawthornes Bodyguard.
Vehicle: Ducati monster with off-road Mods.
Notes: Mute and incredibly stupid. Nonetheless Absolutely lethal. Is quite fond of Hawthorne. One puncture of his body armour could be lethal. Has to pray to Dagon, without fail, at midnight.


Empire City and it's surounding areas...

Purple=Empire City
Pink=Suburbs
Brown=Small towns
Yellow= Farming towns
Orange=Industrial sights
Blue=Bodies of Water
Green=Wooded areas

Player: sillyboy
Character: Sky 'Vegas' Henderson
Race/affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: Female, 1.70 m, short brown hair, green eyes, 27 years old.
Equipment: Loads of weapons: but prefers her sawed off double barreled shotgun
Backstory: Was the sole daughter of Reece Henderson, who was known as the king of spades. He literally owned half of casino's in the East coast.
He got to this wealth by helping vampires, with supplies, etc... But one day he decided it was enough. The vampires were not amused and killed him before Sky's very own eyes.
This was the moment she turned into a hunter. Using the heritage of her father she located the killer. But almost got killed by the vampire. Luckily she was saved By Colt. Who
learned her everything she needed to know. To continue the hunt.
Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town.
Vehicle: everything you want.
Other info: Hates vampires

Talisman against Vampires.

she looks a bit like this:


Main NPC:

Character: James 'colt' Watson
Race/affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: male, bulky, black hair, grizzly appearance, 1.85 m, 54 years old.
Equipment: makes it himself.
Backstory: James used to be a lumberjack, with a passion for guns and hunting. One day his family got killed by the supernatural.
He has been on a crusade against the supernatural ever since. Wanting to exterminate this stench from the world. He was one of the prime hunters of
his day. But finally age caught up with him. He uses his knowledge of guns to still help the cause. By making weapons suitable for the hunt.
On one of his last hunting trips he met Sky. He saved her and took her under his wings. He has taught her everything he knew. He knew that one
day she could be as great as him.
Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town.
Other info: Gunsmith, can tinker with weapons to make them ideal for the hunt.
Sky has such a fond place in his heart. That he almost thinks of her like a daughter.

He looks a bit like this:

But without all the crazyness...

A quick note..especially to any one who RPs as a Hunter (but applicable to all PCs)...You will find In my opening post,and indeed in most subsequent post a variety of "clues" suggesting locations/people/events you may choose to investigate.
Your in no way "obligated" to do so...but...you never know what might turn up if you do.

It was my plan already, to do some investigations.

Alright FITZZ, seeing as how you do great RPs, and you are now the GM, I'll bite.


Player: Chowderhead
Character: Musatei "Jenny" Movila
Race/affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: Petit, striking features, blush cheeks, Brown hair/blond Higlights
Equipment: Guitar, modified guitar case, slim jims, sledgehammer (Kept in modified guitar case)
Backstory: Musatei was bitten by her stepfather at the age of 19 in 1398, in a small hamlet in Transylvania. Not knowing what had happened, she wandered, injured, into the woods. Coming out 3 weeks later, she began acting strangely. She left at night, came back tired, shaking, and her clothes were ripped. She was called a witch, and was cast out of the village. She now wanders the world, working odd jobs, and using her beauty to get men to follow her back to her place. Unfortunately, there is only one fate for such men...
Location/resources: Mainly in Empire City, but has a safehouse in the countrym a reminder of her homeland.
Vehicle: Dead men's cars
Other info: Jenny is her "Street" name. Only her close friends call her by her true name.

Good to have you aboard Chowder...hope you enjoy.

Also,it has been brought to my attention that I neglected to post the current RP time...and seeing as how Day/Night is a huge factor in this game...I will attempt to keep a running RP time ...just for everyone's convenience.

As of now...The RP time is exactly 6:00 A.M.

Edit:... And just so the Werewolves know..The Full Moon is a week away,so your "cravings" will be getting stronger.

Thought about my character, and this is what I have decided on.

Player: Shas'ui T'au Kais
Character: Jason "Atlas" Mirage
Race/Affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: Spiky blonde hair shown just under his black hoody top, combat trousers, trainers. Handsome, but has a dark and serious face at all times.
Equipment: The clothes he wears, and a knife.
Backstory: He was left as a baby out in the woods, and was found by some passers by. He was put in an orphanage, and hated it. He ran away as soon as he was 16, and went into the woods. He encountered a savge wolf creature, and it bit him. He was in constant pain until he changed, and now he carries the curse around always. He despises the curse, but he uses the benefits to his advantage, as with them, he survives.
Location/resource: Always on the move, but mainly sticks to the woods. Goes to the city only when necessary.
Vehicle: None.
Other info: He always uses the name Atlas, unless he is trying to be formal.

Welcome aboard Kais..

Hmm...looks like the Wolves numbers are growing.

Player- Mordoskul
Character- Pontius of House Brutii
Race- Vampire
Physical Description- Pontius, like the rest of his race, is pale and attractive, with short dark hair. He has a strong Roman nose, and smells of oil.
Equipment- Pontius carries a gladius made of iron on his person at all times, as well as a garnet ring given to him by Cain himself shortly before his disappearance.
Backstory- Shortly after the reign of Caesar, Pontius was Embraced by the reborn Brutus himself, making him his Childe. After Brutus left this world for the World Tree, Pontius became a noble in what is today Germany, later fighting in the Crusades. During the Great War, Pontius fled to Africa, with many of his 'children', where he encountered the Obayifo, the Vampires of Africa. Pontius kept his head down until now, as the signs of Cain's return become apparent to him.
Location/Resources- Pontius lives in the slums, where he can easily hunt without drawing suspicion.
Vehicle- Pontius drives a car that has seen better days, but prefers to travel by foot, leaping across the tops of buildings.
Other info- Pontius despises werewolves as degenerate savages, fit only for a bit of sport before disposing of them. When roused to anger, Pontius has a murderous temper, prone to shattering tables and tearing witnesses in half. He sees humans as cattle, useful at times, but mostly as a readily available food source.

Ahh Finally..a Vampire PC...welcome Mordoskul..
Lokking at your Character sheet I'd guess your familiar with VTM.

FITZZ wrote: Ahh Finally..a Vampire PC...welcome Mordoskul..
Lokking at your Character sheet I'd guess your familiar with VTM.

I know a bit

Mordoskul wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Ahh Finally..a Vampire PC...welcome Mordoskul..
Looking at your Character sheet I'd guess your familiar with VTM.

I know a bit

Cool..I do have plans to use some elements from VTM in this RP,particularly the animosity that exist between Vampires and Werewolves.
Of course,I won't be introducing large clans of Vampires...or Wolves,the PCs and Their various NPCs will represent the Majority of " Supernatural" beings that populate the RP...though..I may through in a surprise now and again.

If one of those "surprises" sparkles, I'm out.

Name-Sindri Herik Mire
Race-Vampire
Physical descrpition- Tall and thin , Sindri's face is covered by a strange Iron mask
Equipment: Iron axe and Strange Mask
Backstory: A British pirtae during the 1650's , Sindri killied murderd and slaghterd his way through the oceans claming he was Invincible untill he and his crew were attacked by Vampire Pirates. He was tortured and driven insane before becoming a Vampire. He cares not for who he kills only that blood is shed.
Location: Old Sewer tunnels

So two vamps and two wolves...... and me. *curses*

And yes no shiny vamps

No...as previously stated there will be no Sparkly vampires...nor any Vampwolf,Werepires or any other such...felgercarb.
Our Wolves are like those from The Howling,Dog Soldiers and to a lesser degree,American Werewolf in London.
Our Vamps are like those from Vampire the Masquerade,Lost Boys,Near Dark,Interview with the Vampire...anything BUT Twilight...in fact the first Vampire that Sparkles in this RP will be staked and fed to the Wolves..

And welcome aboard blood reaper.

What if the Wolves start sparkling?

Player: Halonachos
Character: Andy Bruss
Race/Affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: Male, 6'1", short brown hair and brown eyes. 23 years old. Average build.
Equipment: AK-74 and a .357 revolver, cell phone. Black and green ballcap, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a pocket. Tan jacket with zipper hood. Also wears a silver cross because gold just looks plain gaudy to him.
Backstory: Andy was a hunter across the country when the local population of werewolves diminished thanks to the efforts of the local hunters. Through the underground network he found out about the rise of 'murders' in Empire City they believed it would be best for him to transfer to the city to help the local hunter groups. His parents died in a car crash so his reasons for hunting the supernatural are somewhat clouded. It stems from the fact that he just plain hates the idea of vampires and werewolves.
Other information: Really likes his hat. "I like werewolves, they're easy to kill. All you have to do is shoot them with something silver, now vampires have to be staked or something. Not only are they stronger, faster, and chances are more experienced but you have to get close to them too. Way overpowered in my humble opinion."

Vampire Talisman

NPC:
Name: Kara Viselle
Race/Affiliation: Hunter
Physical description: Short dirty blond hair, brown eyes, 5'10". 25 years old.
Equipment: Silenced MP5, silenced M9, K-Bar engraved with the image of the cross. Cell phone. Blue jeans, gray shirt with a dark brown jacket.
Backstory: Kara grew up in Empire City where her parents were mauled by a werewolf. She blames the werewolfs and vampires not only for the death of her family, but for the decay of the city. She is supposed to meet Andy and make sure that he acclimates to the city before they carry out any operations.
Location: A small Hunter outpost in the farms outside of the city.
Vehicle: Chevy Tahoe with 4x4.
Other Information: Despite the tragedy she faced she remains upbeat by following the ideals of her fellow Hunters, anything funny is good for the mind. "Found a werewolf today, he was trying to get some chickens from a local farmer. Shot him several times in the back with some silver hollowpoint and he fell face forward into the coop. He could've chickened out but he died with egg on his face instead."

Good to have you along Nachos.

Well,we're up to two of each "species",so you guys can all feel free to RP ...I know we'll have a few "late joiners"...but I'm sure things won't get so far along that they'll have difficulty catching up.

...And just for insperations sake,I'm going to go ahead and introduce one of the key NPCs,this is NOT an event...but all PCs may use the information/situations in the introduction if they so choose.

Dawn came with a chill in the air and Detective Shaun Pinkerton pulled his jacket tighter as he bent over the body of the young woman.
Detective Pinkerton or "Pinky" as the boys all called him,had been on the Empire City Police Force for almost twenty years and had seen a lot in that time,but this...this stuned even him.
The victim,one Kristen Hood lay in pieces in front of him,her face a frozen mask of absolute terror,her body had been ripped open and it appeared as though a good portion of her internal organs were missing....of course Pinky would have to wait for the official reports to be sure of that,but the one thing he was sure of...who ever had done this to this poor kid was a psycho over the lowest sort.
Pinky sighed as he watched the CSI officers bag one of the woman's arms...it had been found twenty yards away from her body,and according to one investigator appeared to have been " Hacked off with some sort of multi bladed weapon"...the Investigator went on to relay to Pinky that he suspected it had been " Partially eaten" as well.
" Jesus" Pinky muttered to himself shaking his head...what the hell kind of maniac does this to a person?
Glancing over the Body,the Detective noticed something clamped in the woman's hand...Pinky leaned closer,it looked like...hair..
" Davis" Pinky called to one of the CSI officers..." Looks like we might have a break here...looks like she tore some of the perps hair out during the strugle...lets bag it and get it to the lab."
Detective Pinkerton rose to his feet,glancing towards the news vans surrounding the perimeter " Vultures" he sighed turning to the other Officers.." I'm going to go talk with those sanitation guys again...let me know if anything else turns up.

BIC:…….Burning Dawn……

The first beams of light crept through the closed curtains. Revealing the young woman sleeping in her cozy bed. Clothes scattered throughout the room. Her breathing the only sound in the room, until the alarm started squealing. Sky growled at the annoying sound. She didn’t remembered turning the alarm on last night. She stretched her hand out trying to find the wretched tool. Cursing as she pushed the alarm from his cabinet. Seemed like she had to get up already. She opened her sleepy eyes, the early sunlight made her green eyes twinkle. She pulled the sheets of her bed and tried to find the alarm still happily squealing. She found it laying on her blonde wig.

She remembered last night. She was the heir to the Henderson fortune, so she had to keep up appearance. But it would interfere with her real work. She created the image of herself as a blonde spoiled brat who lived to party. As long as she did that from time to time everyone left her alone. Last night was such a night. She hated the fact she had to do that, it wouldn’t surprise her if it would be in the newspapers this morning. In fact it was her goal to reach the front page. She stopped the alarm and crawled out of bed. She pulled out a towel from the closet and walked down the marble stairs. Her feet felt the cold from the stone. A maid appeared in the grand hallway, she looked shocked at the half clothed Sky. She smiled and waved at her. The maid quickly turned around with blushing cheeks. Sky watched her leaving the hallway, she loved to annoy the maids of her mansions, it was a little sin of her. She opened the wooden doors that came from an old Spanish monastery. Many mouths would drop if they only knew the price of this door. She pulled of the rest of her clothes and jumped in the heated outside pool. She started pulling laps in the water, her daily routine. While swimming the sun began to lift himself up in the sky. After fifty laps she pulled herself out of the water and dried herself up. She looked at the forest around her. The trees would have to disappear she thought. It never hurt to be prepared.

Back in her room she threw her towel on the ground, she had enough maids to clean this mess up. She opened her dressing filled with all kinds of expensive clothes. But instead she pulled out a tattered jeans, a simple green top and some dark blue Allstars. She looked at herself in the mirror, it would do. She walked down trying to find the kitchen in the mansion. It had been a long time since she last was here. She found the maid, she had met earlier and got directions to the kitchen. Sky Filled a bowl with cereals and milk. The bits crunched between her teeth as she walked around, looking for James.

OOC: Hooray, i've got a fellow hunter

Atlas awoke to the sound of birds happily chirping.

"Another wretched day..." he thought, pulling himself to a sitting position.

The last night was a blur, and he only remembered the taste of blood. He had killed another one. Another helpless person who made a meal for him. He had to stop it and control himself more, otherwise soon somebody will see him, and then everybody will hunt him down. He got up, and took his hoody with him to wear, pulling the hood over his head. He would go to the city today, and see what has been established with the death of his last victim.

Atlas observed his surroundings and saw that he was in his cave, alone. He walked out of the cave, and then started to jog through the forest, to get back to the city. He came to a lake, and remembered it as the one he always passes when leaving the safety of his cave. He looked at his reflection, and saw the same handsome features of his face, except it was dirty. Then he washed his face with the clean water, and continued his journey back to the city.

@kais

So you killed the poor girl.

There's gonna be a lot of hunters on your trail....

Sindri his in the shadows of the sewers , keeping his distance from the other things that lived there. He opeaned the hatch of the sewer in the back of a street and sprinted past the human Police officers that stalked the streets. He enters a small factory and searches for the basement.

My 1st major NPC:

Player: Chowderhead
Character: Pablo
Race/affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: 8-9 years old, slightly hispanic, short cropped hair, loves t-shirts.
Equipment: Nintendo DS, suitcase full of dinosaurs, 9mm handgun.
Backstory: Pablo was bitten by a Spaniard named Hernando Cortez in the city of Technocticaln, the capitol of the Aztec empire. When it fell shortly afterwards, he and his family ran north. He ran north with them, but as is it with werewolves, he did not age. His parents, however, did. They noticed this, proclaimed he was a gift from the gods, and tried to sacrifice him. Pablo would have none of it. He killed both his parents, and kept going north. He reached Empire colony around 1801, and met a nice girl named Jenny. The two haved lived together ever since.
Location/resources: He's 8. He can't own a home, now can he?
Vehicle: Bikes.
Other info: Pablo has honed his skills with the 9mm over the past 20 years, and now only has problems with the recoil.



IC:

The alarm clock went off.
"Good morning, Pablo." Jenny yawned, getting out of the blood soaked bed.
"Mornin' Mus. Howd'ya sleep?"
"Not well. The guy was a bleeder, got everywhere. Thank god for clorox." Jenny wandered into the kitchen of the apartment. Pablo was sauteing some nice ribs.
"BBQ sauce as always, hun?" He inquired.
"Of course, darling." She tousled his hair.
"Hey, Mus, turn on the news. There was something about a slaying..."
The LCD powered on.
"...but one eyewitness told this reporter that Ms. Hood appeared to have been ..quote "Ripped to pieces" Unquote.
Authorities have declined to comment if there is any connection between this apparent murder and a similar,as of yet unsolved killing which took place last month."
"Simply sloppy. Oh, and pumpkin, the ribs are on fire."
"Tezcatlipoca!" Screamed Pablo, as he realized his dish was immolating.
"You know I love it when you scram in Aztec." She giggled.
"Amehwa Ntzitzin!! Out! Out!" The little cook was furious at himself.

The plane had landed almost a half hour ago and Andy was still stuck in his seat as they approached the gate. The pilots had made a landing error and ended up on the wrong side of the terminal so they had to taxi around the runway until they got it right, but at least it only cost Andy $30 bucks to fly. He had taken the red eye from Bonafi City in order to arrive in the day time, obvious reason being he was going to have jet lag and didn't want to deal with anything as soon as he got off of the plane.

After finally being able to leave his seat he began to get his stuff with the other dozen passengers, he grabbed his small carry-on bag containing his ipod and some slim jim wrappers before leaving the plane to see an almost desolate airport interior. There was a blonde woman holding a sign that said Andy on it, she was mildly attractive nothing you would see in Playboy but maybe Girls Gone Wild. Andy walked up to her and they shook hands.

"You married?" she asked Andy while looking at his hands.

"That's hurrying things along a bit don't you think?" Andy joked.

"Here," Kara said as she reached into her pockets and pulled out a golden wedding band, "put this on real quick."

"What for?" Andy asked while slipping the ring on.

"Its protection," Kara said while looking around the airport, "I hope I don't have to explain the reasoning behind that for you."

"Nah, I get it," Andy looked at the ring shining in the light, "if I'm married it means that there's at least one person in the world who cares about me. They don't like attention and killing someone who is betrothed is guaranteed to get attention. Unless they kill the widow and any children."

"Thank god," Kara sighed, "the last scrub we had didn't get the whole idea."

"Oh and what happened to him or her?" Andy asked while walking towards baggage claim.

"Him, oh he's dead." Kara said without any emotion in her voice.

"Not everybody's cut out for this stuff, you know?" Andy grabbed his one and only suitcase before the two began to walk out towards Kara's vehicle. The sight of the Tahoe surprised Andy, a girl in a city with a truck. Not even a fancy looking truck but a work truck, a bright green work truck. He tossed his suitcase into the back and then climbed into the passenger seat as the truck choked to life.

"So where are we going?" Andy asked while buckling his seat belt.

"Out into the farmlands." Kara started pulling out of the parking spot and soon was at the airport's exit.

"That makes sense, this truck and all." Andy was still tired from the flight, "Why out in the farms though?"

"There's no sewers out there so that means no vamps," Karas' eyes were busy looking for a gap in the traffic, "and we don't have to worry about too many werewolves either because they also like the city for some reason."

"So is the city their territory or something?"

"I wouldn't say that, we do have some bases in the city but nothing large scale yet." the truck roared as it picked up enough speed to join the other vehicles on the road.

"How long will it take to get where we're going?" Andy yawned.

"About an hour and some odd minutes, traffic willing," Kara was still watching the road, "if you want to try to sleep go ahead."

Andy nodded and slid down in the seat a little to make himself comfortable and soon fell asleep.


OOC: Great reference with the detective's name being Pinkerton Fitzz.

Player:- Ghosty
Character:- Ryan O’Brian
Race/affiliation:- Werewolf
Physical Description:- 5’11” , Irish-American, Amber eyes, short Blonde Hair, well built (Werewolf Perk- lots of running tends to build up the musculature somewhat!) stubbley beard, broken nose with a scar line across the bridge, missing his ring finger on his right hand, and his little finger on his left. Deep scarring on his back. When a Werewolf, leaner than average due to lack of ‘proper’ meat, but still considerably strong. Additionally on his finger tips there are heavy calluses from where his claws tear out and re-enter. As a Wolf his fur is generally thick and brown, with blonde streak down his back. Scars are still present on his body, as is the missing fingers. At present he also smells somewhat from a lack of showers.
Equipment/clothes:- Wearing jeans a T-shirt and a well used and battered leather jacket. He has on his person a pack of cigarettes, he’s a chain smoker, trying to replace one addiction (The inherent one gained from being a wolf) with another, especially considering that smoking can’t harm a Werewolf the same way that it could to a human. No weapons apart from claws, teeth, and until he has a shower, bad smell.
Backstory:- Ryan is in his early twenties, and has been on the move throughout great Britain since he was sixteen, living in various places, but never staying still for too long. He has an older brother who lives in the city who he’s especially close to. He views being a wolf as a curse over a blessing, due to the horror that it’s caused him. Ryan used to lose himself in the moorlands or the deep woods during the full moon- to ensure he caused no harm to Humans. However, on a fateful day, whilst on the move through the Scottish Highlands, Ryan found himself having his time of the month in a national park in which a young couple had just happened to be spending their first camping holiday within. Upon waking amongst the eviscerated remains of two people, Ryan swore he would never let such an atrocity happen to him again, and decided to move to America to catch up with his brother, in the hopes of getting support against his fight with the wolf within.

Location/resources:- Eventually his brothers house.
Vehicle:- His brother has a car.

Other info:- Ryan is just looking to live a normal life – he doesn’t want to let the Werewolf within affect him anymore.

Origins Part 1


14 years ago

Ryan shrieked with laughter, diving forward, trying to tag his brother, who in retaliation kept jumping out of the way, and laughing at his younger siblings hyperactive attempts to catch him. Being nineteen years old, Sean was normally too occupied with working at the local mill to play with his younger brother, who, at the age of 7, was a handful for his mother, but, whenever he had the Friday afternoon off, he strived to make sure he was home as early as possible to play for the rest of the day with Ryan, who idolised him. As they played together amongst the rolling fields of the colour of an lustrous emerald, the setting suns rays shone down upon them, the heat gently caressing their tanned skin, and made the droplets of sweat sparkle like diamonds. Ryan charged for his brother, hands reaching out before him, clasping open and closed like the pincers of a crab, giggling as he closed the distance on his older brother. Sean, apparently cornered by an oak, reached down and picked his brother up off the ground, and, whilst he was cackling and squealing, span around on the spot, laughing with merriment. Ryans thick mop of blonde hair cascaded over Seans shoulders as he swung his head around.

"Whoa calm down little bro, we don't be wanting to get you sick again. Ma will have my head."

In response, Ryan grinned mischievously, then poked Sean whilst squealing:

"Tag!"

"Ohh, oh that was cheating!"

"Na-ah catch me if you can!" With that, Ryan was off, his miniature legs pounding across the green fields. Sean looked up at the sky, it was getting dark, and tonight the moon waxed. But what was another hour? He only really got to play with his brother once a week, and what if he was late back? His mother wouldn't mind that much, she'd probably complain more about the green grassy stains on their knees and elbows. Making his mind up on the situation, Sean raced off after his brother, who had a good hundred or so metre head start. It was already clear where he was heading:

The old derelict barn at the edge of their property. Their father had always meant to fix it up, but he never got round to it, and then when he was diagnosed with the cancer, he didn't have enough time left to do it. It had spread so quickly, it hadn't even been a fight, really. He had passed on maybe a year at most after diagnosis. Sean sniffed, and wiped a tear from his eye. Resuming his pursuit of his brother, who was by now almost to the threshold of the barn. Up above the full moon glowed in a clear sky, almost so bright that it gave the landscape enough light to illuminate, and Sean didn't stumble in the dark- he could see almost perfectly. Looking up again, Ryan was gone - presumably inside the Barn, to hide from his brother.

Closing in on the threshold of the doorway into the dark of the Barn, Sean instinctively reached out and felt his hands brush against the old shotgun. God knows why he kept it in here, after his Father had died his mother had thrown it away, but Sean had kept it, it was a memory of an old time, and he would be damned if he was going to relinquish it. Smiling to himself, he peered into the darkness, trying to spy his brother.


Then he heard a scream.


All mirth disappeared in a blink of an eye, and it felt as if his heart had just been gripped by a clawed hand of ice.


Another scream.

Then Sean was running, shotgun in hand, screaming out Ryans name, yelling for him, tears flowing freely, horrified as to what he would see. He could hear his brother screaming in agony and terror, and also an unheard growling and...almost barking. Turning a corner, and passing a long since broken beyond repair tractor, Sean found himself staring upon a scene of such horror that the same feeling of agonised terror in his heart, and he felt his bladder release it's contents.

Ryan was lying crumpled on the floor, his back torn open, and his spine exposed to the world. Blood drenched the floor, the walls, and the hands of a man. Or at least, what looked somewhat like a man. He was crouched on his haunches and seemed to be convulsing. His lips were drawn back, revealing his rotten yellow teeth, uneven and looking distinctly sharp. Thick hair seemed to be sprouting all over, and his limbs seemed to be far to long. It sickened Sean to look upon, but not so much as the ramifications of what the man had done. Ryan was a child.

A child.

Who could do such a thing?

The twin barrels of the shotgun rose, and the hammers cocked back seemingly on their own accord. The hideous...thing, all fangs and claws, its grotesque features twisting, its flesh stretching, looked up, previously unaware of Sean’s presence. The twisted, face, that in his eyes, seemed to be contorting, changing shape, broke into a snarl, of pure bestial instinct, before it disappeared a second later in a fountain spray of blood, gristle and buckshot, proceeded by two loud booms that echoed across the farm.


Their mother stopped midway through washing up, peering out into the moonlit field. Something was horribly wrong. The china plate slipped from her fingers and shattered on the Kitchen floor. And then she could make out a shape running toward the house across the field. It was yelling something, she couldn't make it out from the distance, but as they got closer, she could make out one word, being screamed repeatedly, over and over.


"MA!"

****

The ambulance pulled away from the farm, its tires screeching in protest as they practically skidded over the dirt track, and then it was gone, racing down the road, never before needing to reach the hospital with as much speed as it needed to do so now. A pair of paramedics worked frenziedly in the back, desperately trying to stop the heavy bleeding that was pouring forth from the horrific injuries. Flesh lay in ragged strips hanging from the Childs back. What could have happened? An accident with a thresher machine, or something more sinister? The thoughts did not dwell in their minds for long, and instead the desire to save the victim increased tenfold. The night wore on, and the child before them, mutilated beyond recognition, somehow clung to life.


***


Sergeant Patterson sat quietly in the living room of the small farm, sipping at his cup of tea. A cursory glance around the room heavily affected his judgment. The people who lived here couldn’t possibly be cold blooded killers. There were far too many paper doilies, and far too many wooden, hand carved toys littering the floor. This was a family that cared. Across from him, sitting on a small stool was the mother of the house, her face drained of all colour. She was still obviously in extreme shock from the entirety of the situation. But she was putting on a brave face, and Patterson couldn’t blame her for that. Even with one of her sons in the intensive ward of hospital some fifty miles away and her other son in prison, awaiting verdict.

“As I said Mrs. O’Brian. You have nothing to worry about, there’s practically no case against young Sean. He acted in self defence, against a crazed lunatic. If he doesn’t get out scott free, I feel you have a strong case to take legal action upon the local madhouse for gross negligence. No way should they let one of their inmates escape.”

Mrs. O’Brian sniffed, and gave a small nod.

“How is he doing, by the way?” Patterson inquired, pointing at a small picture of Ryan, resting on the mothers lap.

“They say he’s got a 50:50 chance. He’s surviving on a day to day basis.”

“He must be very strong- I’m sure he’ll make it through without any serious permanent damage.”

She sniffed again, and the room was filled with an awkward silence that lasted for far too long. The abrupt ringing of the Phone made them both jump, and Patterson slopped his tea down his trousers. A brief smile seemed to pass over the mothers lips for a second, a precursor of a time before such strife. She got up, pocketed the photo and made her way over to the phone.

“Hullo?”

Patterson heard a couple of words that drifted across the room, but he could make very little sense of the garbled conversation; whoever was calling her was excited.

Unbelievable news… Miraculous recovery… Scar Tissue forming… Luck of the Irish…

Mrs. O’Brian seemed to go even paler, and almost swooned. Patterson managed to grab her and steady her against his shoulder. But then she was shrieking with happiness, dancing with joy.


“My son… He’s making a full recovery!”

Player:-Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character- Longinus
Race/affiliation:- Vampire.
Physical Description- Longiunus is 6'3'', short black hair and Blue-gray eyes. A weathered ageless face. BUilt like an ox.
Equipment: 2x Short Swords, Kevlar Vest. Balck Suit. wrapped up long-sword wrapped across his back.
Backstory- Longinus was gladiator in Rome. When he was mortally wounded in duel, as he laid on his death bed he begged his trainer to save. Unknown to him his trainer was one of the undead and he gifted him the gift/curse of undeath. when he rose from his coma he saw what had happened and in a fit of a rage he slew his trainer with the two swords he had used in the arena. He also picked up the londsword his trainer used and wrapped in linen cloth and carries on his back as a reminder of his burden.
Location/resources..He lives in the sewers..
Other info:..he will only draw his trainer's sword if he is in a frenzy and out of control.

"I'm going to get some lunch, pumpkin. Don't ruin it like this morning."

Musatei left in her "Shopping outfit", a tight tube top and a white miniskirt, and 3 inch heels.

"I'll see you in a few hours, okay?" She said, grabbing her clutch purse.

"Yes, yes, yes. Just go get a porker, I want to make some nice bacon." Pablo was cleaning up after the breakfast incident.

5 minutes later

"So, baby, you looking for a good time?" The lollipop rolled around in her ruby red lips, making popping sounds.

"Uhh... Yeah... So... How much...?" The fat man was going red looking at Musatei.

"Well, a tease is 15, 30 for a touch, 60 for a blow, and 150 for the whole package."

The fat man reached into his sweatpants and pulled out a wad of cash.

"Here's 150. I want it all." The fat man began to show obvious signs of... Happiness, shall we say.

"Sure baby. Let's go back to my place. I got some fun stuff we can play with."

The pair walked to the snow white apartment.

"So, baby, lie down, and I'll help you out." She ran her fingers down his chest.

Then she changed. Her fingers elongated, her body became larger, thicker, longer. She started to grow hair from everywhere, and her teeth became fangs.

Then she struck. Her fangs sank into his neck, severing his voicebox. Then, she opened his chest cavity with her razor sharp claws and began to feast.

After she had her fill, she changed back, and put on her bathrobe.

"Pablo? Bacon's ready!"

Sindri grabs a nearby crow-bar and slams it into the basements door , it breaks and shatters alowing Sindri entrance.
"Brillant"
He enters the ancient basement and looks around , he finds a large crate and pries it opean with the crowbar. He serches through it and grabs a pistol and several rounds of amuntion aswell as a small Iron-box.
"YES!"
Sindri grabs the box and leaves the factory.
Sindri sprinted back to the sewer hatch, ripping of the hatch he jumps down. As he enters the sewer he finds a homeless man lying next to a half dead dog. Sindri raises his hand and slashes his throat before dragging the corpse back to his lair.
“Fresh…meat…devour”
Sindri chants, before tearing the body apart. He then returns to a massive map of the city listing the homes of the known hunters and werewolf’s of the city. He traces his finger to a red dot near the centre of the city.
“Kill…maim…devour!”