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Sillyboy! Get you sillybutt(Hehehe sorry couldn't resist) over here and make me a pic! Pleeeease(Sweat face)

Lukos stared through the window of his chambers located on the second floor of the secluded mansion, an arrogant smirk spread over his handsome face as he watched the guards outside attempting to shelter themselves from the pounding rain, " Curs" he muttered as he turned from the window and entered the long hallway leading to Natasha's chambers.
A moment later Lukos was gently knocking upon the heavy oak door of his Queens chambers, " Enter Lukos" a voice came from within.
Inside, Lukos found Natasha ,her elite guard standing nearby, The Wolf Queen sat speaking to Margo,the stooped and twisted midwife who had seen the Pure Blood into the world.
" He is perfect you majesty.." The crone hissed .." Perfect and powerful...even now."
" And the Mother?" Natasha inquired , cocking an eyebrow at the hag.
" She is...resting." Margo replied.." In time she will heal.."
Natasha nodded and made a dismissive gesture " I shall be down in a moment...to see the child myself."
" Yes My Queen" the old midwife said bowing and exiting the room.

Natasha turned,her eyes fixing on Lukos..." He has come.." she whispered " The first Pure Blood to be born since..."
" Since the...others my Queen." Lukos offered softly.
" Yes...it has been near two hundred years since then...and now.." Natasha trailed off,her eyes distant...as if in dream.
Lukos was silent, in the past months he'd grown accustom to Natasha's thoughts drifting...her anticipation for the coming of the Pure Blood growing more and more each day.
" Come..." Natasha said, her eyes sharp and focused now..." accompany me to see the child.".

Lukos followed his Queen,accompanied by several Guards, down the master staircase and into the mansions main hall where over three dozen guest had assembled,each come to pay tribute and rejoice at the Pure Bloods arrival .
The assembled guest rose at Natasha's entrance,each bowing slightly as the Queen passed them.
Reaching the bassanet, the Queen paused, gazing down upon the slumbering child, Lukos noticed his Queen tremble slightly as she turned to face the guest, a single tear fell from her ice blue eyes as her lips parted in whisper
" Our time is at hand " she said softly...

For those of you not familar with Natasha,she is the Wolf Queen,the last living Pure Blood born in just under a thousand years.
She is both ruthless and powerful beyond measure, and her followers obey her with out question.
She combines the traits of both the Lycaeon and Rahl clans.

(I'm assuming a Pure Blood is a werewolf born to two werewolf parents? Or is it more complicated than that?)

Argh, last night I was hoping to get my intro post which I had got quite far into, when my computers internet totally went, which meant all my work went down the drain...

... I'll just have to do it now...

WARORK93 wrote:(I'm assuming a Pure Blood is a werewolf born to two werewolf parents? Or is it more complicated than that?)

That's it exactly, a Pure Blood is a Werewolf who is born from the mating of two wolves rather than transformed by the bite.
It is extreamly rare for a Pure Blood to be concieved , and perhaps one is born every one hundred years.
Natasha was part of a small pack of Pure Bloods, but with the exception of herself all the others have been destroyed, now she and the new born child are the only remaining Pure Bloods (at least as far as we know).

EDIT:...

Natasha's scheme in the previous RP was to get Ryan (whom she see's as one of the most physically powerful wolves she's ever encountered) to mate with several of Amanda's pack in hopes ofthe conception of a Pure Blood,
Upon discovering she was successful,she allowed the rest of the "lesser" wolves to be gunned down/destroyed and fled with her loyal General (Lukos) and Star ( the wolf carrying Ryan's child).

Player; Devastator
Character;Jack Thompson
Race: Hunter/Soldier
Physical Description; 1,9m, short brown hair,Scarred,29 old
Equipment G3A4 battle rifle, Beretta 92, Brown hoodie,Black jeans,Backpack ,Ballistic vest
Backstory;Joined the hunters when his family was killed by werewolfs at age of 14.
Has spended his last 5 years in Siberia with LItzke.
Vehicle: Motorbike
Virtue- Diligence
Vice-Wrath;


Major NPC
Name:Joseph Litzke
Race:Hunter/Stalker
Age:24
Physical Appearance: 1,8m, blond hair
Background:Like the Thompson his family was killed and he joined the hunters as child.
withing the network Thompson was tasked of training new hunter and they have worked as unit since.
Equipment:Sako TRG sniper rifle, M1911 pistol, Backpack, Ballistic vest
Vehicle: Motorbike
Virtue- Patiense
Vice-Pride

And yet more Hunters enter the ring...I'm telling you wolf and vamp PC's...you've got your hands full guys.
Welcome Devastator...

This post was in no way edited.


Player: Halonachos
Character: Andy Bruss
Race: Human
Afilliation: Hunter Soldier/Joan
Description: 6' 1", brown hair and brown eyes. Keeps his hair short and usually wears a black hat with a gree four leaf clover embroidered on the side.
Equipment: His gun features a 7" barrel. Now lets talk about his weapons; Andy carries a .357 revolver which holds silver rounds, the Sword of Ra(aka Bloodsucker's Remorse) , Fidofether(a magic dagger to be used against werewolves), and a small machine gun.
Backstory: Andy's father was a hunter and his mother found out about werewolves through him. His parents are both dead but they weren't killed by werewolves or vampires, they died in a car crash when Andy was a teenager. Andy was also in the wreck but managed to survive and was raised in several foster homes before he was given his family's possessions and found out about the network through some of the items in his father's safe deposit box.

In empire city Andy rose quickly through the ranks after hitting the ground running. His first day he helped kill a bloodthirsty 400 year old vampire, lost his partner to a wolf attack, killed several wolves, and pissed off another. His second day he burnt some property of the head vamp in charge, was betrayed, killed the traitor, and became head of the Empire City chapter of the Hunter Network. He then helped destroy several members of the Fallen and personally took the head of Azaziel, literally, he scooped it up in a plastic bag. He is looking for Ryan and Pontius because he has some promises that he wants to fulfill.

In Empire City, Andy also found the love of his life in the form of Wendy and as promised when they were leaving the hospital they got married shortly after.

Major NPC: Miranda Cortez
Race: Human
Affiliation: Hunter Medic/Lazarus
Description: Really tough hispanic woman. Brown hair, brown eyes, 5' 8" with a no nonsense attitude.
Backstory: Miranda grew up in a village besieged by werewolves and one day she joined the Network because of it. Miranda saw to the destruction of the wolves who destroyed her peaceful little village and then sought out wolves elsewhere in the world, guided by those in the higher ranks of the Hunter Network. She herself is a higher ranked member and has access to the personal files inside the Networks miasma of documents. If anybody is in the Network she can find them and find their information.

In Empire City she was ordered to deliver special weapons to aid the embattled chapter located just outside the city. That's where she met Andy and the two didn't exactly see eye to eye the first time they met. Eventually they claimed a blessed crossbow and after Andy decapitated Azaziel she had found a source of respect for the cocky bastard. After the events of Empire City she wasn't changed, but she misses those they lost in the battle even though she doesn't want to show it.

Minor NPC: Wendy Bruss
Race: Human
Afilliation: Hunter Close Quarters/Dervish
Description: 5' 9' female with brown hair and dark green eyes.
Backstory: Wendy's parents were both hunters and both saw their daughter join the Network as well. Wendy's mother is still alive but her father died a week after Wendy joined the Network, he was killed while the two were investigating the disappearance of a well-known drug addict in the neighborhood. A vampire assaulted them and her father sacrificed himself in order to shield her from a blow that would've went through her chest. She killed the vampire by severing it's neck as it tried to free its hand from her father's torso.

She was part of a special team of Hunters sent to Empire City in order to help a senior agent by the name of Miranda deal with roving werewolves and riot causing vampires. During here time there she hit it off with Andy and later suffered head trauma and broken ribs from the fight at the Theater. She was more than happy to get married after they left Empire city and a little under a month later she conceived. She is effectively out of the Network as a field agent and had her mother move in with Andy and her. She spends most of her time being careful and helping the Network with research into various weapons and enemies.









"Stay in some fething cover!" Andy yelled to his team as he made a dash for the building they were trapped in. Thye had been surrounded and separated from Andy, but he was going to make sure that they would get out of the situation alive and well.

He pulled a grenade and counted to two before throwing it into the area he thought the archenemy was hiding. A loud explosion followed with the screams of several people.

"I have their attention, move, move, move!" Andy yelled out as he got up and unloaded his automatic weapon into his enemies and watched as his squad ran from the building. "Almost there..." he told himself. He didn't see the one sneaking up behind him and with a quick movement a slach had been his undoing.

Andy looked at the screen in disbelief and threw the controller down on the ground, it bounced a little off of the carpeted floor. "Mother fether, I almost had a fething nuke, fething donkey-cave!" he shouted into the mic.

"It's just a game dear." Wendy smiled as she sat on the couch, her feet dipped in a warm water bath.

"I almost had a damn nuke, melon-fethers..." Andy continued to swear under his breath as he reached for the controller. A few seconds later he died a second time in the game, which was enough to make him shut the system off and turn on the news.

A few robberies and a lone hostage situation had been cycling on the network for the entire day, Andy shook his head at the channel's offerings before he decided to leave it on the Sci-fi channel. The faux-leather couch let out a 'whumph' as Andy plopped down next to Wendy. Screams eminated from the TV as a soldier ran into a piece of wood with enough force to impale himself. Blood streamed from the actor's lips as something approached from behind...

"What movie is this?" Wendy's eyebrow raised as she cocked her head as if to get a better view of the world behind the soldier.

Andy pulled up the tv guide on the screen, "Dog Soldiers" was running from 1:00pm to 3:00pm.

"A group of soldiers on a training exercise in a remote Scottish forest become entangled in a bloody battle with a gang of werewolves." Andy read verbatim from the description on the guide, "Two and a half stars."

"I could use a laugh." Wendy said, "What comedies are running?"

"Uh... Two and a Half Men, Big Bang Theory, some sort of stand up special, Deuce Bigalow: European Gigalow..." Andy's face lit up at the name of that movie, it was funny as hell in his opinion.

"No." Wendy knew what Andy was thinking.

"It's a good movie." Andy protested.

"Do that and no sex for you." Wendy added.

"You're pregnant, that's just...weird." Andy looked at Wendy's face.

"Okay then, no sex even after the baby is born." Wendy crossed her arms, feeling safe in her decision.

"Okay then, no Deuce Bigalow." Andy rolled his eyes in jest, "We'll just watch whoever's on stand up."

As Andy changed the channel his cellphone began to ring, "Damnit." Andy said as he looked at the ID.

"Hello, this is Andy." Andy answered.

"Andy, this is Katz, how is everything so far?" Katz replied.

"The apartment is nice and everything is going swimmingly." Andy said as he began to tap his fingers on his knee.

"Well sorry to say it, but you're going to have to leave soon." Katz said, hoping there wouldn't be too bad of a reaction to the news.

"Where to?" was all Andy said.

"The Czech Republic."

"The Czech Republic?" Andy asked calmly.

"Yes, its in Eastern Europe."

"No." Andy replied.

"No? How can you say no?" Katz replied in shock.

"I don't want to go overseas and leave Wendy here alone, that was part of the deal." Andy looked at the ceiling.

"She can go with you."

"She's five months pregnant you loon." Andy was almost shocked at Katz's response.

"Okay then, we'll do something to arrange it so that she comes overseas on a boat." Katz thought for a second and answered Andy's second protest before he could say anything, "We'll arrange somewhere for her to stay so that she's away from any of the dirty work, but close enough for you to get to her."

Andy gritted his teeth.

"Its our job you know." Katz heard Wendy say.

"Okay Katz, a boat should be fine." Andy said reluctantly.
..................

The boat had docked in London before they were let off to meet Miranda as she flew into Heathrow Airport and after that they spent a day in a hotel to rest before driving through the Chunnel, into France, then Germany, and Finally the Czech Republic. During the time Wendy had gotten sick and Andy had been caught looking at some german women, a quick slap to the back of his head reminded him of his vows mainly because Wendy turned the ring so that the diamond would make contact.

They stopped at their final destination in Prague, a nice hotel devoid of scum. This was where Wendy would stay while Andy, Miranda, and any other hunters did their work. Sure enough it was far enough away from the forests that surrounded the city. Andy looked out from the balcony as they unloaded her belongings and saw the sprawled city and a faint line of green on the horizon marking where the vast forest was located.

"Well, this is going to suck." Andy said to himself as a breeze brought in smells from a bakery down the street. The sweet smell infiltrated his nose, "Well maybe not so much..."

Nice post Nachos

Welcome Nachos...nice intro my friend..

Got a question for you though...are you going to post up a character sheet or are all the new PCs just going to have to guess at who Andy is ?

Patrick Stelson hurried through the pouring rain, moving in a faster walk. He quickly rushed over the road in front of him, making sure not to get run over, before walking along the street and coming to a turning, which led into a long alleyway. . He checked that he had his briefcase, which was still closed and safe. He smiled. Then he saw an old lady send him a worried glance, as he walked into the dark alleyway. It was evening, so very dark, and now he was in the Hob. It was a place where criminals and dealers thrived. No normal person went down there, for fear of their very lives.

He continued down the alleyway until he came to another turn, where there was a dirty white door before him. Slowly, he turned the handle on the door, and walked inside, to what appeared to be a bar. There was smoke in the air, and shady people taking a drink by their table, sending evil glares towards any who came up to them..

Patrick walked up to the bar, the briefcase in hand, and sat down on a stool, before talking to the bartender, who had his back turned.

“Tony,” he said to the man, who then turned around, and smiled as he saw Patrick. “Has he come in yet?”

“Ah, Patrick, it is good to see ya,” Tony said warmly, passing a beer to Patrick. “And yes, he is here. Over in that corner there,” he said, pointing to a dark table in the corner. “He doesn’t talk much though. But anyway, if you wanna do your deal, then take it outside, as I don’t want any of my… regulars, getting interested.”

“Sure thing,” Patrick said, downing his drink quickly. “I’ll make sure to keep it quiet,” then he picked up his briefcase, before walking over to the dark table.

There was a man there, his face was concealed by the shadows, and Patrick felt a little uncomfortable being around him. Just a little.

“You,” he said to the stranger. “Are you Phaser?”

The man nodded, and took a sip of his drink.

“Then you’ll want to go ahead with the deal. You will of course want to see the merchandise, but we’ll have to take it outside. Now.”

The man seemed to be annoyed by this tone, but didn’t see it, instead he simply said,

“Of course.”

Before he stood up slowly, and walked over to the door at the back of bar, his face no visible, but showing no emotion.
Patrick followed, and, when they were out the back, in a small alleyway, he laid his briefcase on top of a dumpster there, and opened it, revealing many small plastic bags, filled with white powder.

“Now, for my payment,” Patrick said, a dirty smile on his face.

“Here your payment,” came a looming voice from on top of the building. There, in the moonlight was a crouching figure, his hand between his legs. He was wearing a black hoody, blue jeans, and had fingerless gloves on his hand. And the most recognisable aspect was his spiky, blonde hair. But his face was full of hate.

Something sharp elongated out of his fingers, and he jumped off the building with finesse, and outstretched his arms. Then there was a bone shattering crunch as he landed on Patrick, making him take the full brunt of his fall. And there was something else. Patrick had been stabbed in the gut, for when the young man stood up, Patrick realised that there were razor sharp claws where his finger nails should be. They were covered with blood.

Struggling to maintain consciousness, vision getting blurry, Patrick heard him speak.

“So, Patrick Stelson,” he said, voice showing no sign of emotion towards him. “Drug and weapons dealer. Your transactions have made some peoples lives here a misery. Your gain is their pain. Well, I only have one thing to say to you Patrick,” he said calmly, turning around, his arm outstretched, to show a shiny pistol. “This is a Desert Eagle, one of the most powerful pistols on the face of the Earth. I like to call it a Dezert Eagle. Nighty night.”

Then there was a bang, and nothing more.


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The two wolves were locked in epic combat, the female one took a swing at the other, but he dodged it, and came up with a strike of his own. She grabbed his arm, and then he came around to do the same with hers. They were caught in a grapple, each pushing hard to get the other on the ground. The male let go of her arm, an grabbed hers. Then, he swung, and threw her to the white concrete wall. She smashed into the wall, leaving a huge indent in it, but still got up, and came back to fight him.

She charged, but he was ready for her. Just when she was about to run into him, he strafed to the right, and sliced her stomach with his claws. She whelped in pain, and he got behind, her and brought up his leg, for a strong, straight kick to her back. She went flying into the wall, fell, and tried to get up, before slumping back to the ground, defeated.

The male, closed his eyes, and began to vent out all of the hate and anger, just like Carl had taught him, and slowly, he returned to his human state.
He walked over to the female, who had now also turned back, and helped her up to her feet.

“Sorry about that,” Dez said with a smile.

“It’s nothing, handsome,” she said, a French accent obvious.

“Sure about that Kes?” he asked Kestrella.

She nodded. Kestrella had always fancied Dez, ever since he had joined the Lunar Brotherhood, and flirted with him very often. He never took much notice of it.

“You might want to get a shower now, like me,” she said. “In fact, want to join me?”

He laughed.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered, before walking over to the door, which slid open for him, and he walked through.

There, waiting for him, was Carl Johnson.

“Dez! Brilliant fight in there. You have learnt well, obviously,” he said, chuckling.

“Thanks Carl.”

“No problem. But walk with me a minute. We have things to discuss.”

“Of course,” Dez answered, walking over to follow Carl.

“Things have been happening Dez. Supernatural things. In Prague, the Czech Republic. There is a town there were deaths have occurred. We need to go in.”

Dez looked worried by this.

“We have to?”

“Yes. Indeed. It is our duty.”

“Who will be going then to sort it out?”

“You. Kestrella. Dominic,” Carl listed. “And I will.”

Dez nodded in acknowledgement.

“It will be an honour.”

“Good,” Carl smiled. “I’ll get you on a plane later today, as it is urgent. Until then, get a shower, and practise on the firing range.”

“Of course,” Dez said, and went to walk away.

“And Dez,” Carl said, as Dez turned his head back to find out what Carl had to say. “Good work yesterday, I am just sorry we didn’t get the others in the Hob.”

“It’s no worry, they get their deaths one day.”

Carl was surprised by the tone Dez took. “What?”

“The patient Hunter does not rush in to a fight,” Dez answered calmly.

“You are patient now, are you?” Carl asked, chuckling.

“I’m different.”

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Theres my intro...

Nice one Kais

Up late there Fitzz?

ghosty wrote:Up late there Fitzz?

Yeah...I was up all day waiting for the Rapture... ...Now I can't sleep.

I was waiting for it as well...

... was disappointed to say the least...

FITZZ wrote: Nice one Kais

Why thank you

Is it alright that I can control myself in Wolf form?

All wolves can, only issue is that on full moon they tend to lose it.

Oh that's good...

ghosty wrote:All wolves can, only issue is that on full moon they tend to lose it.

This... any wolf can transform at will, but( as you may recall) during the full moon (Blood Moon) they're craving for human flesh becomes uncontrolable.

FITZZ wrote: Damn silly...I really like the direction you've taken Vegas and am really enjoying your RP's.

There's more to come

@Wildhost and Warork

Check your inbox... i'm waiting on a reply
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*Looks at the new hunters*

Two Djins..... Vegas will be happy

@kais Nachos berserker Mordo...

Nice rp's
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edit:...Thread has been up for not even a day... and already page three

Theres more to come silly...

... look out for another post...

Sorry guys, i may not be able to post any RP until Wednesday due schoolwork.
Feel free to my chars if you wish.

soo much text and hunters and so little time

Player- Morathi's Darkest Sin




Character- Elizabeth Crawley - 'Scarlett'
Race- Kindred/unknown
WS-6/BS-5/S-6/T-6/W-3/I-7/A-3/SV-3+
Physical Description-Tall at 6'0in, very much so for here birth era, was considered a bit of a freak by locals of her home town in 1470. Slim, athletic with long natural bright red hair that seems to glow with an deeper red, fresh after a feed.
Equipment- Various, her wealth allows her to access a certain amount of items, of if desperate her supernatural abilities allows to take what she needs. She has access to Silver bullets just in case Werewolves want to interfere with her plans.
She has a small amulet she has had for as long as she can remember, that seems to do nothing, however it was Olivia's so she wears it. (It actually mask's her location from Lilith, the only reason the ancient doesn't know exactly where she is.)
Vehicle- Has a red 1974 Corvette Stingray Coupé
Backstory-The daughter of Lord Sebastian Crawley of Cambridge, born in 1450, she was turned into a Vampire in 1471 by Daniel Thynne. He was a Vampire cursed with his existence and often 'bestowed' the gift on those he felt deserved the torment he felt. He saw her decadent lifestyle, using her fathers money to get what she wanted and tried to teach her a lesson. After realising he had created a monster he lost even more of his desire to remain among the living, and disappeared. Scarlett has not seen him since, or even heard of him from other Vampires so has no idea if he still 'lives' somewhere. During the summer of 1490 Elizabeth met a young woman called Olivia, she became obsessed with her and quickly turned her into a Vampire.
However jealous eyes caught wind of this new relationship, and a Vampire named Victoria appeared, first acting as a ally to the two younger Vampires. She helped them deal with a local Werewolf that had attempted to kill Olivia earlier during the same year. But it was just a game to Victoria, she played with their emotions, tearing them apart by convincing each girl to betray the other, then killed Olivia by draining her completely and tried to do the same to Scarlett. Only luck, or fate saved Scarlett when locals who where friends of the Werewolf tracked them to Scarlett's lair and in the confusion of Victoria killing the mortals, Scarlett managed to escape and hid under the earth.
After spending many long years in torpor, Scarlett awoke in the summer of 1680, Everything she had known was long gone, there was no sign of Victoria, but that was a good thing, something in Scarlett sensed that she was alive somewhere, but she was in no rush to discover where. She spent many long nights pondering her fate, she felt betrayed, punished, and tried to find some solace in herself. It forced her to consider her actions more carefully.
It was then that Olivia's spirit came to her, Olivia was trapped between planes of existence, not dead by mortal means, slain by a Vampire, she was trapped in a limbo upon the earth. She told her that Victoria had moved on, but had not found any of Scarlett's hidden money, so Scarlett took everything she could carry and headed with a chest to find a ship across the waters. A new life was beginning for many across the waters and she wanted to follow them.
She adjusted to life in America over the years, spending most of the time in Boston as it grew up around her. She used what she had to hide, and when that finally ran out she found new ways to make money, either through bars, and other activities involving night-life of the era. Eventually during the changes of the Twentieth Century she found a new love of music and the media. She moved across several locations taking advantage of free love and the hippy revolution to check parts of the US she had not dared attempt to reach before. Music really captured her attention and she spent twenty years making a lot of money running a nightclub in Las Vegas. However other threats and news that an old rival had surfaced forced her to move on. The threat was of course Victoria, she could smell her as soon as she arrived in Las Vegas, and Victoria seemed to sense her also, after Victoria killed a ghoul Scarlett sent to kill her, she decided to flee, there was no sense in fighting her old adversary unless she had no other choice
Taking all the cash from her safe, she brought a new car and came to Empire City in mid 1989 and has quickly found a new home for herself within the shadows of the night-life there. She now lives as before, happy with her new home once again, she has considered Victoria may show up again and has decided this is her last stand. If Victoria arrives again at some point in the future, there will be no more running.

That was then, this is now.

For the first time in years she had won, Victoria even if just for a moment had finally lost. Since the darkness that plagued the Empire City and caused a worldwide media frenzy, Scarlett returned to her home in Las Vegas. Everything was still there, her staff had continued to run her nightclub in the city and apart from the sad news of Walt's death she stepped back into a life she had fled twenty years previously as if she had never left. Or that would be the case if not for one thing troubling her, something she read in the file destroyed in the flames that claimed Longinous' lair. Perhaps she would have taken the words as false, the ravings of a fool, but Victoria, no Lilith had confirmed them before her defeat.
She had also brought Nero with her, over the weeks and months she found some strange comfort about him being close and he too saw something in the woman before him. Making suggestions that there where allies that would eventually want to meet her regarding her blood.
As she waits for a sign, something stirs within her for the first time in hundreds of years, a desire to meet her sire once again.

Location/Resources- Las Vegas, owns the The Rain Nightclub, a large house on Beluga Way, and a warehouse in Henderson.
Virtue/Merit- Blush of Health
You look more hale and healthy in appearance than other Vampires, allowing you to blend with Human society much more easily. You retain the colour of a mortal and you flesh is only slightly cool to the touch.
Vice/Flaw- Ira (as noted in other info)
Other Info- Scarlett hates being told no, it makes her angry when she doesn't get her own way. This has got her into trouble in the past, but she seems unwilling to learn from those mistakes. She also really hates Werewolves, sees them as walking fur coats that have a tendency to bite.


NPC:
Name- Nero
Race- Vampire
Background- Scarlett knows little about him, but there is a strange peace between them, like he is teaching and learning from her at the same time.

sillyboy wrote:BIC:… Interbellum Part 3 ….

Vegas looked up to the darkened sky from the safety of Rick’s Toyota. Small flocks of snow falling down, swirling through the busy street. Vegas cleaned Rick’s pistol removing all fingerprints from the gun. She looked at the entrance of one of the highest buildings of Saint Petersburg. Despite all the people traversing the sidewalks, nobody entered the building. How longer Vegas looked, she came aware that most folks didn’t even looked at it. They looked at the ground, friends,…everywhere except the building. After a month’s searching, she had finally found her …. The Oracle of Delphi.

Vegas decided that she couldn’t spend the rest of her life in the car. She stepped into the snowy wind and threw Rick’s pistol in the backseat. She walked down the entrance hall, There was no one in the white hall, Fresco’s ran across the entire room. Depicting the struggle of ancient Gods. She looked at the fresco of Damocless. Somehow she felt just like him, but she was determined to take the sword and use it. She refused to let faith take control. Vegas looked at the end of the hall when the elevator started beeping, it was coming down. Vegas quickly crossed the distance, leaning against the wall. She pulled her two pistols and cocked the hammers. Her heart pumped steadily while she waited for the elevator. With a bleeping sound the elevator affirmed his arrival. Vegas jumped in the box as soon as the door opened. Her pistols aimed….. at a young little boy. She could see the fear running across his body, but the boy bravely pressed his chest forwards. “The oracle is expecting you.” He said in flawless Russian. Vegas clicked the hammers back in position, and returned the pistols back to their place. This boy was harmless.

“Please step into the elevator.” Vegas complied and slowly walked into the metal box. The boy stood on the top of his toes while he pressed the right floor. The doors slit shut, and the familiar music filled the cabin. “So what’s your name kid?” She asked while trying to light up a cigarette. The boy looked at her with anger. “I am Alexander, and you can’t smoke here.” “You’re kidding right?” she asked looking at the defiant kid. “I never make jokes, miss hunter.” Vegas sighed and placed the cigarette back. The boy turned around broadly smiling over his victory. The elevator grinded to a halt, the door opened revealing an open and luxurious penthouse. “Wait here” Alexander said, while disappearing in the penthouse. Vegas let her eyes stroll down the room, It was stylish with a lot of ancient Greek elements. There was even a bust of Plato in the corner. “Welcome Vegas.” A voice said. Vegas saw an old crinkled Woman entering the room, heavily leaning on the little Alexander. “Are you the oracle?” she asked, not sure if she had been tricked. “No need to pull your gun.” The oracle said with a broken voice. “I am the oracle.” “Prove it.” The old lady sighed. “Why does everyone asks that” she muttered to herself. “That vase behind you is going to fall.” The oracle simply stated. Vegas turned around, her overcoat pushing the vase of the little table.

Vegas looked at the remains of what once was a beautiful vase.“How did you…” “Ah, that’s not the correct question. You should ask what would have happened if I wouldn’t have mentioned it. But I’m forgetting my manners, Please sit.” She gestured at the two seats. Alexander helped the old lady sit down in a comfy chair. “My old bones don’t work the way they used too.” She said apologizing.” Vegas seated herself across the oracle, placing her pistols on the table. She wasn’t taking any chances. The oracle just smiled. “Alexander, could you bring some tea.” Alexander clearly didn’t liked the idea of leaving the huntress alone with the oracle, but he nodded and disappeared once more. “So what do you want to ask me?” the oracle said a soft smile lighted her face. Revealing a glimpse of the young women she once was. Vegas looked at her unsure if she would proceed with it. “Come now, nobody goes to the oracle without questions.” “…Is there a cure.” Alexander appeared once more, and poured the oracle a glass of hot water. “Thank you.” She said. She looked back at Vegas. “This question… I heard it more than once….Mothers, fathers….sisters…” She placed her teabag in the cup. “But, I think you already know the answer to that question.” Vegas body turned to stone, she knew. It was foolish of her to hold on to it. But she had to ask. She saw sorrow in the eyes of the Oracle.

“Where is she.” The oracle took a sip from her tea. “Holly….i can’t tell you where she is, But I can tell where she is heading. But you need to promise something.” Vegas hands curled around her pistols. “I didn’t came here to bargain.” She sneered. “Don’t worry my child. I have accepted long ago that I would die tonight. You, Vegas … are my angel of death. I long wondered how I would feel if I came close to my death,… to you.” She raised her shoulders. “I feel empty, the only thing I find myself craving for is rest. Too lay my head down and never awaken. But if you will let me,… I would like to see the sun for one last time.” Vegas looked at the old woman, and nodded. “Thank you Vegas.” She said drinking from her cup. “The one you seek will come to Prague sooner or later.” Vegas released her hands from the two pistols. “How do you know this?” The Oracle smirked. “I don’t…” she continued when she saw Vegas mistrusting face. “The future is a peculiar thing, its flow changes every moment. The future is based on the decision of people, I look ahead of the path and see possibilities. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“So you’re just gambling?” “Well to be correct you would have to say I’m gambling, while counting the cards.” Vegas grinned, the greatest seer, was just a gambler. “So I just have to believe you counted correctly?” “That’s completely up to you, but I have to warn you… I feel a storm gathering over Prague, I don’t know what’s happening, only that it will happen.” “You lost count?” The woman sighed “If someone decided to go somewhere along time ago and holds on to it…. I clearly see it. Split second decision are different… In the past I’ve seen glimpses of this, and as time passed it became clearer…” Vegas nodded, Prague was her destination. And sometimes a lucky guess could be all that you needed. The Oracle placed her empty cup back. Alexander retrieved the cup and walked towards the kitchen. “He’s a bit young to be a thrall, don’t you think?” The Oracle’s face darkened. “I had to do it,…. For you Vegas.”

Vegas frowned “Me…?” She whispered. “Most people that find me, ask me how they will die. I never respond, knowing your end … doesn’t ease your conscious. I appreciate you didn’t ask this, but its important you know this. ….The gathering storm will kill you Vegas.” Vegas heard the news of her own demise. “There are more important things than myself.” “indeed” the Oracle laughed. “but for your sister… I suggest you at least try.” She pulled an old book out of her gown and laid it in front of Vegas. The cover was made of dark leather, golden letters stamped on it. “Malleus Malefacorum” Vegas whispered. “The witches hammer.” “I see you already heard about this, but this isn’t one used by catholic priests…. This is an original one. … I hope you will make the right decision.” Vegas took the old tattered book and placed it in her overcoat. “Why do I need the child?” “Read and everything will become clear,… Now please help an old lady walk towards the light. Vegas stood up and let the oracle lean on her. “Let’s go to the balcony, I always liked the view from there.

Vegas helped her on to the balcony and seated her on the bench. The view of saint Petersburg was impressive. Alexander appeared again. “I don’t need your help Alexander, go inside and play.” The little boy nodded and walked inside. But Vegas saw he just crawled onto a chair and watched them from a distance. She pulled out a cigarette and lighted the tip. The smoke burned into her longs. She smiled at Alexander who was infuriated by the fact she started smoking. “So Vegas… Tell me about Holly…” Vegas looked at the old woman staring at the firmament. It didn’t matter, she tried to remember who Holly was and started talking about the mischief they had caused, the ghost story’s,… Vegas talked until the sun came up, she even told her about Colt. “She seems a real nice girl.” “Yes,… she was”

The first rays of sun started to pierce the sky. “I hope you find what you want Vegas…. Cause I never did.” Blisters started to form on her face as the sun rose from the darkness. “Always remember this Vegas, For each thing gained something must be given.” … Her hair started to smoke as she looked into the sun. “… now, let’s see what’s on the other side.” A tear appeared under her eyes, quickly turning in to steam. Vegas stood up next to the oracle who started to combust. “I hope you find what you want…” Vegas threw her cigarette over the edge and walked inside. She saw the young Alexander shivering in the chair. He was created for her….but why? Not knowing the answer she picked him up. “Lets go downstairs kid.”

Wait, just realised...

... what about Dez for crying out loud!?

@ Devastator
Dude! We are like oppsites! You have a sniper Npc and a joan char, I have a joan NPC and a stalker char!

TheWildHost wrote:@ Devastator
Dude! We are like opposites! You have a sniper Npc and a joan char, I have a joan NPC and a stalker char!

Interesting....
Are you implying something?

FITZZ wrote: " The Crooked House"...
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Baboush baba yaga? (I think that is how you spell it) The grandmother of the forest with her chicken leg house?

FITZZ wrote: Welcome Nachos...nice intro my friend..

Got a question for you though...are you going to post up a character sheet or are all the new PCs just going to have to guess at who Andy is ?

Shhh, the character sheets there, you just have to find it.