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48,502 | 1,305 | 167 | 1,710 | 4,163 | When she persisted on knowing what he saw, he looked at the ground before gazing at her. "Its not dangerous. I just saw... I saw a dead version of.... your brother. He wasn't there, but for some reason my mind conjured him up and he stared at me like he was judging me." Aki said looking at the ground slightly. "Like I said it was nothing, I'm just feeling guilty I suppose." Aki picked up the puppy and pet her. "Not good with animals huh? You just have to pet them and hug them you know." Aki said kissing the puppy on the forehead who yawned, as Aki passed her to Noa who was playing dolls again. "Again, it was nothing just guilt. But just a theory. What would you do, if I went back to the school to check something and asked you to watch my sister?" | Name: Aki Okumura
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It’s not like he doesn’t talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying”Don’t judge a book by its cover” Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn’t talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren’t poor or rich. They weren’t hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn’t a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn’t matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them) ((Very skilled in))
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse. ((Semi skilled, purdy much for the lolz))
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don’t judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: “They ate Shoske!” ……. I care why? |
48,503 | 1,305 | 168 | 1,925 | 466 | Megumi rubbed her arm awkwardly and simply stated at Aki. "Look, I hate to be concerned and all, but you dont have to be guilty... Whatever..." She sighed and shook her head. "Why would you even go back to the school anyways? We're already safe... Only an idiot would head back into the danger zone." The young girl mumbled, her hand trailing up to her head so she could rub her neck. "Mm... I mean I could watch over her, if you were to ever actually go that is."
She glanced down at the dog and huffed before wandering over to the couch and slumping down on it. "I don't hug and do all of that stuff, I'm a bitch after all. A rich one at that." The red-head crossed her legs and leaned on the arm of the couch, her gaze resting on Noa and her interactions with the toys. It made her jealous with how she spent her youth, yet also pitied how it may soon end. Noa seemed to be oblivious in a way, her young ignorance feigning the imminent destruction of the world. "I'm going soft..." She hissed. | Name: Megumi Hazekage
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings. |
48,504 | 1,305 | 169 | 1,710 | 4,163 | "You are right, I don't have to be guilty. I could go about my business and blame him for it. Yet it's because I have a soul that I do feel guilty. The way I see it, is I could have saved them and I failed. You can say I'm not at fault all you want, but I will always feel I am." Aki replied with while he listened to her response to his question. "Thats why it's a theory. I know it's stupid maybe another day when the school is less polluted by those monsters. Besides why would I ever leave my sister alone with you. She will learn so many vulgar words, that she will lose all that sweetness. I'll be in my room, feel free to pester if you want." Aki said quoting the pester part as he walked to his room closing the door behind him.
Noa held the dog and looked up at Megumi and puffed out her cheeks while the dog ruffed at Megumi. "Not uh fibber. You are a nice lady. If you were a mean lady you wouldn't be so nice to Ki-ki!" Moa said with her nickname for Aki apparently being Ki-ki. So when Megumi stated herself being soft, Noa tilted her head and poked her. "Isn't it normal to be soft? It'd be weird to be hard, almost like you were made of stone. Besides she likes you." Noa said pointing at the puppy laying against Megumi. "And I like you too. And I'm sure despite how he acts, Ki-ki likes you too." Noa then flashed her a big grin while the puppy would then fart. "Ewwww, stinky puppy! Bad!" | Name: Aki Okumura
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It’s not like he doesn’t talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying”Don’t judge a book by its cover” Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn’t talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren’t poor or rich. They weren’t hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn’t a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn’t matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them) ((Very skilled in))
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse. ((Semi skilled, purdy much for the lolz))
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don’t judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: “They ate Shoske!” ……. I care why? |
48,505 | 1,305 | 170 | 1,925 | 466 | "You can't be sweet forever in a ruined world, can you...?" Megumi shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Noa whom held the little hound in her arms. The young pre-teen went on and on about how the redhead wasn't mean and how they all liked her, which only made the girl chuckle and shake her head. "Do you really think so? I'm not normally a likeable person, little one. I'm supposed to be a stern character, one that doesn't forgive nor apologize for my actions... And now I'm like a mother deer. Frail yet attempting to be protective over her young." She leaned back on the couch, the leather upholstery letting out a long sigh as her position adjusted.
The little canine released its gas into the air, making both girls grow disgusted. Megumi waved her hand in front of her face and immediately moved from the couch to leave the scene that happened in the living room. "Would it be wise, to pester your elder brother? I have nothing to pester him with anyways, other then telling him the dog probably crapped itself." She leaned against the wall and placed her sleeve over her nose to vent out all of the stench until it actually went away. "What does the dog have to say about that?" | Name: Megumi Hazekage
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings. |
48,506 | 1,305 | 171 | 1,710 | 4,163 | The dog ruffed at her and shimmeyed off the couch as it did a jog, for a puppy anyway at Megumi. Looking up at her with its tongue outside its mouth. "I'm not sure, maybe its her way of saying, I like messing with you girls?" Noa would then stand up and knocked on Aki's desk. "Ki-ki, Megumi wanted to pester you about the dog crapping itself." Noa said through the door while inside the room you could hear Aki say. "Its how she says she loves you. Megumi its normal, you do it I do it. Those zombies probably do it." He didn't leave his room to answer but he did answer. Which made Noa shrug her shoulders.
"Oh she also said she was like a mother deer." Noa said with bright eyes, this made Aki come out of his room laughing quite hysterically as he looked at Megumi. "You a mother deer? Oh that's a good one. Thats like me being a pro boxer." Aki said his laughter dying down while the puppy would then sneeze and look at the three before sitting back on the couch. "Well I would say lets tell stories about what we did before the whole crap happened, but I feel like I know what Megumi did, and Noa you are not old enough to hear that conversation." Aki said about to head to his room when Noa kicked him. "I'm old enough I'm thirteen years old. I'm a big girl!" Noa said puffing her cheeks out as she stomped off to her room. "And now I'm on a little girls frowny list. Oh well." Aki said going back into his room as he laid down on his bed opening up his manga again. | Name: Aki Okumura
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It’s not like he doesn’t talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying”Don’t judge a book by its cover” Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn’t talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren’t poor or rich. They weren’t hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn’t a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn’t matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them) ((Very skilled in))
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse. ((Semi skilled, purdy much for the lolz))
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don’t judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: “They ate Shoske!” ……. I care why? |
48,507 | 1,305 | 172 | 1,925 | 466 | Megumi rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, letting out a small grunt of annoyance as he laughed. "Whatever. But my story isn't bad at all actually, Noa might be interested. But whatever floats your boat, weaboo." She sauntered back over to the couch and laid down on it, her face making contact with the back of the dog, using the little canine as a live pillow, which made Megumi relax considerably. "There's no bukkake or anything obscene involved, I promise. In actuality, it's rather boring and most of it is filled with training."
She got off of the dog and stretched. "It's pretty calm here... I wonder how long it will last until something bad happens?" The young girl crossed her legs and rubbed her chin. It had actually been quite awhile since something dangerous happened, and it felt rather odd in a way, to be out of danger for more than a few moments. Peace and quiet already grew into a foreign feeling to her, and Megumi was simply sitting and waiting for the moment it would go to shit. "Maybe tomorrow morning... Maybe..." Megumi felt a little paranoid, but shook her thoughts off so she could slip into a more lax mood.
"What time is it?"
She was, of course, talking to herself. | Name: Megumi Hazekage
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings. |
48,508 | 1,305 | 173 | 1,710 | 4,163 | Poking his head outside his room he sighed. "You see, she doesn't need to know what bukkake means, and...." Aki walked outside his room and looked around the living room and saw no one but the puppy who was squirming after being used as a pillow. "And I think the time is we are both going crazy, cause you are talking to no one." Aki said chuckling as he sat down on the couch with his Manga open. "Or did you talk to the little flubber ball here?" Aki said as he flipped through the pages. "So what was your past like, the whole training thing? You can probably guess mine."
Aki would look up at her while puppy would start chasing her tail on the couch before rolling on her back while huffing and puffing. She would then sit up wagging her tail as she stared at Megumi too. "You got her attention too, and its hard to keep it so you best talk while you can." | Name: Aki Okumura
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It’s not like he doesn’t talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying”Don’t judge a book by its cover” Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn’t talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren’t poor or rich. They weren’t hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn’t a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn’t matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them) ((Very skilled in))
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse. ((Semi skilled, purdy much for the lolz))
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don’t judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: “They ate Shoske!” ……. I care why? |
48,509 | 1,305 | 174 | 1,300 | 3,244 | @Dem people's following meh! <.< >.>
Kurisa continued to fight some of them off when he heard Utaho shout, this cause him to look down the hall at all of them now approaching "Shit! they are attracted to sound...that little fucker was actually right" Kurisa slammed his right foot into one of their chests causing it to fall back into others like it. So they react to sound? That means despite seeing us they couldn't? Fucks sake...Well maybe we can use this to save our asses.... Kurisa continued to run onwards as he then smashed the Wrench in his right hand into the side of another one of their heads.
As they were about to reach the corner one of the other people following called out about some of them being around the corner. "Got it..." Kurisa reached the corner then stopped as one of them stepped out from around the corner, Kurisa quickly reacted by slamming the hammer in his left hand into it's head. The hammer remained stuck within it's head which was a problem until got an idea that would bide them a little time...even if only a few seconds, it could make the difference between life and death.
Kurisa yanked it (giggity) over towards the other of it's own kind that were approaching down the hall and slammed his right foot into it's chest causing the hammer to rip out of it's head as it fell back into the other of it's kind, this caused them to all fall to the ground which stopped them coming from one way right now...but now to fight their way downstairs to the first floor! They were getting the fuck out of here! Kurisa began to make his way down the stairs, hitting a few of them on the way down...as he got a bit further down the stairs he saw the floor below which seemed emptier than the floor they were just on...clearly them breaking out of that class caused one hell of a noise because it seemed they had all made their way there...it was a good and bad thing...but may just have gave them the break they needed
Weapon: Wrench, Hammer
Hits used: 3, 3
Hits left: 6, 9
Throwable: N/A | Kurisa Shuiji
Kurisa Shuiji
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
3-C
Personality:
Kurisa is a pretty standard guy, obsessed with cars, sports and the alike. However this focus on somewhat physical subjects means Kurisa isn't exactly book smart which is his main downfall and why he is the C grade. Kurisa is a firm believer that the crap you learn from books is useless and that the best way to learn something is physical experience and learning from mistakes, although when you do something physical that threatens to hurt you, you're generally more careful and so less mistakes happen. You screw up, you get hurt...Do you get that with a book? You bet your ass you don't!
Aside from Kurisa being more of a hands on kind of guy he is also a pretty hard person to generally get along with. Some will hit some luck with him but most will likely fail...this is generally shown with how he hates half the people at his school just down to the way they act. You could say he has a lot of anger inside him and so it doesn't take much to set him off...yet on the odd occasion he will stay in control of his emotions however due to this being somewhat rare Kurisa has fought with a lot of the other males in his year and the year above...not always winning but that doesn't mean he didn't give them a decent ass kicking!
Background:
Kurisa has a pretty standard family. His father is a mechanic, hence why Kurisa takes an interest in Mechanics and his mother is an accountant. Kurisa also has a much younger Sister however it's to early to tell what she will be into as her only interests as of now are drawing and Pokemon. Kurisa's upbringing wasn't necessarily a bad one, he was certainly much more cheerful in his life when he was younger however when his Grandmother passed when he was aged 10, things started to go down hill a little from there and eventually lead to Kurisa becoming somewhat of a troublemaker at school. His Mother speculates that Kurisa's anger and aggression are simply a front to hide his depression, almost as if he lives in some sort of denial that she is gone...However that is just his mothers views. His fathers are somewhat different and that he simply blames it on him just being in his Teens and rebelling.
(Keeping it short and sweet)
Skills:
Very Skilled in engineering due to being around vehicles and machinery all his life due to his father being a mechanic and so Kurisa has followed in his fathers foot steps in hopes of one day becoming a Mechanic himself.
Semi Skilled in Sports/Athletics. Kurisa generally likes to keep fit and so puts some time into sports and the alike. He isn't really all the competitive but it's a great way to keep himself in shape and in some ways helps him when he somewhat occasionally gets into a fight with another student...even on the field
Semi-Skilled in Kendo. Kurisa does have an interest in Japanese history and although not a large amount it's enough of an interest for him to want to take up Kendo class so he can at least believe he is somewhat like a Samurai...although in truth he is far from it as he isn't the greatest there is but he is good enough that he can give some more experienced members a challenge
Useless at Geography. Kurisa has no interest in Geography...he knows how to use a map and that is as far as it goes for him. All the other crap they try teach you is useless and he believes it will be hardly useful at all! If you got eyes and a map then you should be fine
Weapons:
N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Utaho Rinnosuke - Kurisa would say he is somewhat friends with Utaho or at least they get along well enough. Although they may not be side by side everyday there is the occasional case in which the two may go out if they are bored and just kick some randomers ass or someone's ass from their school who annoyed them...why?...well...why not?
Kibaya Musato - Kurisa doesn't know to much about Kibaya...probably due to him rarely even being in class. However the two have spoken a few times to know a little about eachother but not enough to be considered really anything close to friends
Other:
"THEY ATE SHOSKE!"...That's why he's called Zombie Bait *chuckles* |
48,510 | 1,305 | 175 | 2,072 | 1,329 | Kenny ran down the steps to the second floor and stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was panting from all the running he had done. His face sweaty beneath the mask and had to take in big gulps of air to catch his breath while scanning the hallways, lucky none were around at the moment. Just one more floor to go, but considered that since he was alone that he had to be more cautious since he had no one to watch his back. Any mistake or hesitation would likely cost his life and couldn't just go rushing around like he had been doing.
Waiting till his body had calmed down before moving to the next set of stairs to the first floor to see a group of zombies making their way slowly up the steps. Arms reaching forward as they fought to get over each other to get at him, though they were still only halfway up, too thick for him to run through. He looked around, thinking he could try and go to the other pair of steps but felt he had stayed in this school longer than he should of. It was then that an idea came to mind and ran over to a nearby trashcan which was mostly full and dragged it to the stairs before turning it to his side.*You fuckers ready for a strike?*He thought to himself, needing a good laugh before giving the can a push and watched it roll down the steps to smack into the foremost of the monsters and like a domino effect they fell over each other.
Kenny quickly followed after, stopping short of the first of the growling corpses and glanced over the railings to see the lower set of stairs was open besides a single zombie which had fallen behind the others.
Already some of the zombies were getting up, but he wasn't gonna stick around and wait around for them as he gripped the hammer firmly with his right hand. Bending his legs before hopping over the railings and just as the undead lifted his head to look up; met by the hammer smashing into its face and fell onto the steps, cushioning his landing with its body. With a lurch of his arm, pulled the hammer from its forehead and jumped down the last set of stairs with a grunt to see the hallway around him clear at the moment. He scanned the area to spot the cafeteria down the hall and thought taking the side exit would be safer than the main entrance where most of these things would likely be. Hitching up his backpack, started down the hallway, cautious of any stragglers when one suddenly burst out from a nearby bathroom. Nearly on him, about to get at his arm when kenny turned on the spot to slam his foot as hard as he could onto its knee and a faint crack could be heard as the zombie lost its footing and stumbled onto him, causing the two to fall. Kenny moved his arms over his face, claw part of the hammer facing upward shortly before reaching the ground, letting the zombie's face land on the hammer take itself out.
Blood spilled down onto the mask as it reeked, causing him to gag even through the mask. Pushing the corpse off with a grunt then got up, wiping some of the blood from his mask to clear the eyeholes.*Oh yeah, Kenny on a roll.*Doing a quick whoop whoop as he had to admit what he just did was impressive, but that was enough celebrating and spun the hammer in his hand as he ran his way to the cafeteria, thinking that even alone he was faring pretty well.
weapons: hammer, papercutter
Hits used: 2/0
Hits left: 7/10 | Name:
Kenny
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
3-A
Personality:
Kenny is...well majority of students and even teachers struggle to understand what he is. Kenny rarely talks, though his mask mostly makes what he says muffled. A loner is what most say or a freak by others since he's always seen wearing a mask or carrying around a metal pipe. kenny does keep to himself majority of the time, often skipping class to explore or hang out at his hideout. Yet, his appearance deceives others from seeing that he's actually pretty smart that even with skipping class, maintains A's and b's. He tends to spook other students for fun with his mask, which further gave him the look of a troublemaker, though is simply a curious person who enjoys reading and learning how things work.
Background:
Kenny had been given up for adoption since birth, having never known his actual parents. Due to his strange behavior; it was difficult to find him foster parents and was put through foster home after foster home over the years. As this went on, it grew to the point that he decided not to bother with making friends or even talking to others, which could explain why he had started covering up his face with hoods or makeshift masks.
Eventually, the teachers and adults gave up on trying to get him to stop with the masks and left him be. When able, Kenny would wander off to explore abandoned buildings or any nearby forests. Often choosing a spot where he would spend most of his time to study objects he was able to get his hands on or to read books that he found interesting. Reading from an assortment of items or weapon books as he was a very curious person who always wanted to learn
Not until he turned 15 did he finally get adopted; a father who worked as a simple garbage man and mother who was too lazy to work. His guess that they adopted him was simply to get child support money, which didn't bother him since he hardly spent time at the house, always off on exploring or at the small abandoned building that he turned into his latest hideout.
Upon entering the school officially, he was put in class a, something no one expected with the appearance of his. Only coming to class half the time and yet somehow able to turn in all assignments and maintaining top grades. Kenny made sure to learn self defense by learning how to use weapons like bats or metal pipes to keep the bullies off as he would train at the hide-out when he had spared time. Even working on building projects and thus took up shop class to improve his building skills.
Skills:
shop class- expert at building, kendo- average skill in swordsmanship, gym- works on his speed and and stamina.
Weapons:
-Metal pipe
two pocket knives hidden in each pocket
- in reserve at his hideout
Other: "They ate shoske!" *muffled mask words* |
48,511 | 1,305 | 176 | 302 | 2,579 | Mi walked. Unsure where to go. Was anyone she knew still alive. And is so, where would they be. Yukito. Where would he go. Being the nerd her was. Mi thought about it for a moment. And then it came to her. He would probably end up heading towards the tech room. And that would be Mi's new destination. | Name: Mi Kiyoshi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Class: 1-A
Personality: Mi is shy, to say the very least. She doesn't quite know how to start a conversation, and if she managed to get into a conversation she didn't quite know how to keep the conservation up. In conversations she would look to the sides, avoiding eye contact. However Mi does have a large amount of patience, so she can tolerate most people being rude.
Mi also loves to help people. She will help someone if they are hurt if she can. She cares more about other people than about herself. She admires strong people, though she doesn't really show it. She tends to stray away from human interactions.
Background: Mi grew up an only child with a single parent. Her father had died while Mi was young and so Mii's mother raised her alone. Mi's mother was a doctor, and so she was gone most of the time and when she was, she would be studying medical procedures and so Mi was taught quite a few medical skills by her mom. Mi enjoyed learning about medicine. She would ask her mom to teach her more and more in exchange for Mi doing the housework.
As Mi got older, school became sort of awkward for her. She was small for her age and so most of the girls in her class treated her like a little doll. They would mess with her hair. Mi's shy demeanor didn't really help stop the treatment from the other girl's though she didn't really mind it
Skills: Mii is skilled with medicine and has a large amount of medical knowledge. She's pretty good at at cooking and cleaning and is quite a fast runner, though she sucks at fighting
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships: N/A
Other: "They Ate Shoske" |
48,512 | 1,305 | 177 | 212 | 819 | A pebble sailed through the air like a bullet, nailing against the rotten head of a shambling zombie. As it twitched and groaned, dully turning it's now fluid-leaking skull around, a red and black blur dashed from the shadows underneath a large, precariously hanging AC unit embedded into the wall, a booted foot brutally nailing the zombie right in the face. "Grah!" The walker groaned feebly, blasting back onto the ground, where it skidded a few steps. Before it could shamble up, the same dark brown, hard-soled boot slammed ruthlessly into it's face. Once. Twice. Three times. In only a second, it was a smear of bloody paste on dirty cobblestone, brain matter falling from the boot's grimy surface. The figure straightened, glancing around once with dark eyes. He was a tall man, obviously not from Japanese origins, with short black hair and a long, worn, open black and crimson coat, along with a dirt-stained gray tanktop, torn, ragged jeans, and hard-soled boots. He was currently located in a random dirty alleyway, after climbing down from the roof. Where was he, even? In Tokyo? Was he even still in Japan? A quick glance down at the yakuta-wearing zombie corpse answered his mental questions.
"Gross." He growled underneath his breath, sliding up to the alley's cobblestone wall and slowly slinking towards the alley's exits. A quick glance out showed that the roads were filled with fleeting, shambling undead, and Jason quickly moved his head back into the alleyway, his grimace turning into an outright scowl as he adjusted the black duffelbag on his back. Quickly scrounging through the pockets, the young man smirked victoriously as he withdrew what seemed to be a small, nonlethal stick of firework dynamite, labeled 'Black Cat'. A common thing back in America, but exceedingly rare in Japan, it seemed. Good thing he stole a lot back in Mississippi. Licking his right, calloused thumb, Jason quickly pinched the fuse between his middle-finger in thumb, silently slamming the fuse and digits against the wall against his back. His fingernail scraped along with the trio, and the 'courier' grinned as the fuse promptly lit from the friction.
Sneaking forward, he let loose the Black Cat, watching as it sailed into his destination - a broken car a few dozen feet away. The firework exploded promptly, causing a small trail of smoke to leave the windows of the car with a giant 'bang', while the actual car alarm began blaring out it's annoying ringing. The distraction worked, however. All the zombies within the vicinity began making a clumsy dash for the ringing car, and as a zombie got too close to his spot, Jason moved quickly, slamming his elbow into it's face before swinging around and slamming it face-first into the wall, painting the cobble red and gray. Without pausing, he kept low to the ground, dashing away from the street as if the Devil himself was after him. First thing first...get the Hell out of the city, and get to higher-ground. Maybe find some food. Man, did he want tacos.
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"Fucking little house on the prairie."
Jason dutifully climbed the hill, eyes zeroing in on the quaint house up above. His breath came out in short bursts, and his eyes were glaring and focused as he finally broke the distance and leaped up on top of the grassy knoll. Breathing in deeply, he unsheathed his machete and rested it against the shoulder of his coat, walking forward confidently. At this point, he didn't give a shit if he died from some hostile fucker with a shotgun - if he, for some reason, managed to hide from the Japanese Nazis. Knocking quietly on the door - didn't want any zombies, after all, Jason put on his best grin - which came out more as a smirk, honestly.
"Yo...eh, Japanese-san-chan. Starving hermit out here." He didn't know much about honorifics, and he didn't really give a shit. Hopefully they didn't, either. | Name: Jason Stowe
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: None.
Personality: Meet Jason...an asshole. Not really...but sorta. Eh, not really. Laidback and jaded, he's a pretty chill guy, seemingly not affected by this entire apocalypse. He carries himself with a natural confidence that befits someone of his stature in the world...eh, actually, his stature in the world's pretty shit all things considered, but he doesn't care. He's young, all things considered, and holds a lot of anger in his heart - probably from his past. Spite is a sin, and he sins quite often; Jason would leave you alone, in front of the zombies, a raw steak in your hands, if you piss him off enough, or if you're a bigger dick than he is. Quick, sharp wit - honestly, you won't win in an insult or word battle with him - he is rather neutral and 'Idgaf' with society, since he sort of left that whole life alone a while ago. This leads to him being quite apathetic and ruthless, but if something sticks, it sticks. He has a dark humor, although, despite the vulgarity of some of his jokes, it's also undeniably funny...in a morbid, 'I really shouldn't be laughing' way. Jason will not let anyone walk on him, and he's very rebellious to any designated 'authority' figures, which is why THE MAN banned him from a lot of smaller towns across the world. Something about graffiti and property damage. Hah.
Background: You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Oh...you would? Ah...it will be revealed in due time, Padawan.
Skills: Growing up in a very dangerous, ghetto neighborhood, Jason is a scrapper, through and through. Although he had never learned a rigid, noble fighting art, he was pretty damn good at just simply beating ass, rather than going through Katas or forms. His instincts are some of the best, and this, combined with his tolerance to pain, makes him an extremely dangerous fighter close-up, although he finds that using his fists against zombies are stupid, and usually just swings something hard at them to make 'em shut up.
Going past, this, he was in auto-shop back in school, and is an expert when it comes to rewiring things, fixing vehicles, and other grease-monkey stuff. This also goes hand-in-hand with his ability to drive stick, and other vehicles. Had to use a few guns in his line of 'work', so he's pretty good with those. A crack-shot, if you will. So, to put it in three words. His skills: Close Combat, Vehicle Repair/Driving, and Firearm usage.
He's not that bad at prolonged strategizing; throw him in a herd of zombies and he'll figure out a way to work it to his advantage, but plant him inside of a house, throw a map, and get some zombie figurines? He won't know what to do with it. Was never one for chess, after all. Similarly, he tend to piss people off; more specifically, rigid, authorative figures such as police officers and most of the people in Japan. His brusqueness when dealing with both living people and zombies can also turn a few people off, and not in a sexual way.
Weapons: He went through quite a few weapons, just grabbing whatever sturdy thing he could find as he traveled through this god-forsaken city. Right now, after holing up in a hardware store, to get some 'Gorilla Duct-Tape' for future needs, he found a machete and hammer. Well, a lot, but for the sake of lightness, he 'stole' one of each and got the Hell outta there.
Relationships/Friendships:
Melissa Twist - His childhood friend. They parted ways a few months ago, when he dropped her off at Canada for her sister's wedding. He has a feeling she's dead.
Ayyy bruh, they ate Shoske. |
48,513 | 1,305 | 178 | 1,925 | 466 | "Hmf, I guess I was talking to myself." Megumi scooted over to the edge of the couch and shrugged her shoulders. "It was rather vigorous, especially with swordsmanship and dueling one another. I suppose he was preparing us for something, like one day we would actually be on our own..."
A knock came from the front door, grabbing her attention. Megumi approached the door slowly, her hand snatching the knife that sat on her bag in the hallway. The young girl placed her free hand on the doorknob, and within a split second she whipped open the door and pointed the knife at whoever was currently standing at the entrance... Which so happened to be a foreigner.
"Uhhh... What the fuck?" Megumi raised her eyebrow in confusion as she held the knife closer to the stranger's neck. "If you're thinking about getting a meal, it won't happen. I won't hesitate to slit your throat right here... What makes you think we'll feed you?" She hissed. No way in hell she was letting a stranger inside this house, especially since he looked so... Shady. | Name: Megumi Hazekage
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings. |
48,514 | 1,305 | 179 | 1,710 | 4,163 | "Well that explains why you guys had bokkens on you. And he must not be much of a fighter if he ran when things didn't turn out well." Aki said, realizing his rudeness then sighed. "Sorry, shouldn't be talking bad about him. I don't even know him." Aki replied hearing the knock thinking it was a zombie until it spoke to them. "Well, either they don't want to be rude or they are incredibly racist." Aki mumbled standing up and watching Megumi pulling a knife against the clear foreigner who also sported a bigger knife them her.
Megumi didn't seem to care and went on the offensive right away. Aki could care less but this man did have quite the weapon, drawn for that matter. "So you knock nicely then speak normally? You also carry around big shiny objects. Ahhh you must be from good ol murica." Aki said looking up at the taller man. "And if you want to come into my families house, that machete get handed over or left outside. I ain't risking you showing that american side and start waving around the big shiny object. So you can either keep going or comply." Aki stated, while the puppy got off the couch and sniffed him before head butting his leg. | Name: Aki Okumura
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It’s not like he doesn’t talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying”Don’t judge a book by its cover” Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn’t talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren’t poor or rich. They weren’t hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn’t a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn’t matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them) ((Very skilled in))
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse. ((Semi skilled, purdy much for the lolz))
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don’t judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: “They ate Shoske!” ……. I care why? |
48,515 | 1,305 | 180 | 2,072 | 1,329 | Smashing his hammer into the throat of another straggler to stop it in its tracks then followed with another swing at the head, taking it out. The hammer was cracked in places from all using it on the various zombies, a clear sign he would have to get a new weapon soon.
Heading down the hallway, towards the large double doors of the cafeteria when his leg bumped into a trashcan and knocked it over. The loud, metallic thud echoed down the hallways to break the silence and moments later Kenny would hear loud growls coming from end of the hall behind him. He turned his head to see a mass of them coming, likely attracted by the sound and cursed inwardly at himself before running the last stretch before skidding to a halt, nearly running into the door.
A lock..a fucking lock! Of course there was a lock and with a big group of those rotting growlers. Gripping the hammer tightly with both hands and brought it down hard on the lock, which let out a loud clang, the metal shaking his hands. The impact hurting his fingers, but compared to what was coming from behind and smashed the hammer against the lock then again. It took two more before finally breaking it and the chain free and just in time as the zombies were more than halfway down the hallway now.
The hammer was on hte verge of breaking at this point and saw no point to keeping it. With the growlers looming ever closer, he turned and threw it at the foremost to have it stumble back into those behind it. Doing so to stop and slow them down as he burst into the cafeteria to find it empty, luckily the door opened outward than inward so the zombies wouldn't be able to just open it, though with their numbers would eventually break it down. Knowing this as Kenny ran to the nearest table then dragged it over to flip it on its side and rammed ita gainst the door. He was panting by this point, but couldn't stop yet and moved to grab any garbage cans full with trash and set it against the wall to set a blockade.
Slumping down at a table near the center of the cafeteria, grateful at the chance to catch his breath and looked around the large, empty room. Unable to help but think how eerie it was to see it so empty and quiet like this. | Name:
Kenny
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
3-A
Personality:
Kenny is...well majority of students and even teachers struggle to understand what he is. Kenny rarely talks, though his mask mostly makes what he says muffled. A loner is what most say or a freak by others since he's always seen wearing a mask or carrying around a metal pipe. kenny does keep to himself majority of the time, often skipping class to explore or hang out at his hideout. Yet, his appearance deceives others from seeing that he's actually pretty smart that even with skipping class, maintains A's and b's. He tends to spook other students for fun with his mask, which further gave him the look of a troublemaker, though is simply a curious person who enjoys reading and learning how things work.
Background:
Kenny had been given up for adoption since birth, having never known his actual parents. Due to his strange behavior; it was difficult to find him foster parents and was put through foster home after foster home over the years. As this went on, it grew to the point that he decided not to bother with making friends or even talking to others, which could explain why he had started covering up his face with hoods or makeshift masks.
Eventually, the teachers and adults gave up on trying to get him to stop with the masks and left him be. When able, Kenny would wander off to explore abandoned buildings or any nearby forests. Often choosing a spot where he would spend most of his time to study objects he was able to get his hands on or to read books that he found interesting. Reading from an assortment of items or weapon books as he was a very curious person who always wanted to learn
Not until he turned 15 did he finally get adopted; a father who worked as a simple garbage man and mother who was too lazy to work. His guess that they adopted him was simply to get child support money, which didn't bother him since he hardly spent time at the house, always off on exploring or at the small abandoned building that he turned into his latest hideout.
Upon entering the school officially, he was put in class a, something no one expected with the appearance of his. Only coming to class half the time and yet somehow able to turn in all assignments and maintaining top grades. Kenny made sure to learn self defense by learning how to use weapons like bats or metal pipes to keep the bullies off as he would train at the hide-out when he had spared time. Even working on building projects and thus took up shop class to improve his building skills.
Skills:
shop class- expert at building, kendo- average skill in swordsmanship, gym- works on his speed and and stamina.
Weapons:
-Metal pipe
two pocket knives hidden in each pocket
- in reserve at his hideout
Other: "They ate shoske!" *muffled mask words* |
48,516 | 1,305 | 181 | 21 | 5,939 | Akane continued to follow behind Utaho, keeping herself calm while hoping to avoid and dodge the many enemies the group was up against, however she still found herself whacking her weapon against the craniums of a few more infected despite this. 'Damn girl. Couldn't just keep quiet... Just had to open her loud mouth to make things worse for the rest of us.' Akane shot a quick glare at the blonde one, annoyed by the fact that her loud mouth caused more infected to swam the group, making it even harder to dodge them.
A voice from behind Akane alerted her. 'The glasses boy decided to follow.' Akane had no qualms with this kid, and so kept tabs on his position to try and make sure that none of the infected passed her that headed towards him. It was unnatural for Akane to act this way, but at the same time she wasn't completely heartless, this was one of those things that seemed right to do at the time... although she wasn't going to throw her life away to save the kid any time soon.
Kurisa began making his way down the stairs, in which Akane immediately followed, completely ignoring the positions of the others and pinning her mind on Kurisa only. Eventually she made it back downstairs while trailing behind him, which seemed to be alot more clearer than upstairs, to Akane's mild relief. 'I should of stayed hidden down her- No, I made the right choice, I wouldn't of found out the information I've gathered by hiding.' Continuing to follow Kurisa, Akane felt that the end of being trapped in this horrid school was nearing... however the outside was most likely going to be worse than in here.
Pipe-Wrench
Hits Used: 5
Hits Left: 6
Throw-able: Could be. | ::Name::
Akane Hetoshi
::Age::
19
::Gender::
Female
::Class::
4-A
::Personality::
Seeming calm at all times is generally Akane's behaviour. She hardly makes effort to socialise with others unless they know something she wants to find out. Other than that, she usually speaks only when spoken to during classes. She's never bothered by the lack of friends she has or being left out of most social activities outside of the school as any other student may be. She just likes her own company and enjoying herself by herself.
Her main focuses, goals, aspirations, so on and so-forth are:... well.. nothing. Akane feels that she merely exists in this world, nothing more, nothing less and thus is quite content with just 'going wherever the wind takes her'. She takes solace in knowing how insignificant she is, how small her mistakes are compared to the mistakes of those who influence and thrive on being surrounded by other people. This may seem depressing, but Akane feels comfortable with this realisation, it makes her feel liberated when thinking about it since she feels that she can do anything she wants and no one would care or pay her any notice.
Generally Akane is quite relaxed, hardly ever worried or stressed about anything as nothing important or worth fussing over ever happens in her life, or more that's how she sees things. Little know however that secretly Akane is a very hot-headed person. Since she isolates herself within her own little bubble, rarely anyone is given a chance to notice this side of her. Covering up her anger isn't easy but Akane has learned how to conceal it better by dodging the problem altogether: Other people. Her mind, on the other hand, is often filled with annoyed and agitated thoughts from what she witnesses in day-to-day life since she is also rather observant. Due to this, she has a large amount of dislike for many people, especially loud, arrogant, unnecessarily mean and outspoken people. Those who also say what's on their mind at all times no matter whether their statements are positive and nice or rude and negative just grinds her gears. When in the presence of such people, Akane grits her teeth as an automatic response, something she often doesn't realise she's doing.
::Background::
Akane moved from home as soon as she turned 18. She had enough of her loud, invasive and opinionated family since they'd constantly bug her about being quiet and enter her room unannounced before snooping through her stuff for no reason what-so-ever. She hardly spoke to them despite living within the same building, however on the odd occasion a conversation was made, it'd easily turn into a one-sided argument because of how strongly opinionated they are and the fact that the moment voices or tension raises, Akane simply walks away and escapes to her room which tends to annoy people who're trying to argue with you. Throughout most of her childhood, Akane spent her time in her room with the door shut. If she wasn't there, she was at the local library, enjoying the quiet atmoshpere despite how little she read books. Now that she has her own place though, she's almost happy... if it weren't for the fact that she needed a room-mate to live with so she could afford to move. However, it wasn't all bad, her room-mate is actually quite a nice person and leaves Akane to do what she wants with few questions. There had been a couple of moments where the two of them had interesting deep conversations about a variety of topics as the two of them shared a couple of common interests, one of which was Science. Although such conversations happen rarely.
With her vast amount of alone time, whenever Akane was bored with entertainment or whatever other task she was preforming, she'd turn to studying. Her version of studying had always been a more relaxed, almost lazy approach since she only studied a little each time she was bored until the urge for some entertainment returned. However, despite the lazy quantity, the quality of each study time was high. She'd make sure she fully understood absolutely everything she learned about, be it through text books, research, work sheets etc. This made her rather knowledgeable in quite a few different subjects which was the reason for her constant high grades. Even though her grades were high and she did well in school, Akane didn't care about her high achievements. They weren't impressive in comparison to a person who changed the world so there was no point to embracing such minuscule achievements.
::Skills::
Skilled at Science as it's a subject of interest for her. Semi-skilled at mathematics and computing making her knowledgeable about technology, and also semi-skilled at games which helped her improve her strategic and problem-solving skills. Bad at physical education since she hardly leaves her room, the little exercise she does consists of just walking to school or the library, which hasn't helped her stamina meaning she runs out of breath rather quickly.
::Weapons::
N/A
::Relationships/Friendships::
N/A
-Open-
::Other::
They Ate Shoske! - He was in my way. *snickers darkly* |
48,517 | 1,305 | 182 | 212 | 819 | Jason looked blankly down at the shorter girl, or, more specifically, the knife currently being pressed against his throat. Giving her a dismissive, 'Gtfo of my face' look, he blandly pushed the knife away by the blade, turning dark black eyes to the shorter Japanese teenager that mentioned America twice, in what seemed to be an insulting manner. Oh great...he was one of those Japanese. But...leaving his machete? Like Hell he was going to give it to strangers...it was sharp and useful, so he wasn't going to risk it being stolen. "Yeah, hold on." Jason frowned, turning around and kneeling beside the door. Finding a bush, he carefully slide the machete inside of the bristles, until it was completely hidden, before standing and stretching his arms to the side.
He glanced down as the puppy headbutted his leg, an eyebrow raised slightly in amusement, before his face returned to it's normal expression - lips neutrally frowning, and eyebrows naturally narrowed. He walked into the home - he had complied, didn't he? - and glanced around once. He hadn't been in a Japanese home yet, and as he glanced around, Jason allowed a small, unnoticeable smirk to form on his face. It was just how he expected it to look, from some manga or something. Funny how small the world was. Turning back around, he gave the Japanese teenager another glance. Black hair, slightly narrowed eyes, rather short - he should really get used to Japanese heights, and then he turned his eyes to the spitfire that decided to point a knife at him for asking for food. Geez Louise...
"Name's Jason." He finally said, collapsing back on a love-seat and stretching his neck. "Fuckin' zombies..." It was a murmured groan, since there were children in the room - teenaged kids, but children nonetheless. | Name: Jason Stowe
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: None.
Personality: Meet Jason...an asshole. Not really...but sorta. Eh, not really. Laidback and jaded, he's a pretty chill guy, seemingly not affected by this entire apocalypse. He carries himself with a natural confidence that befits someone of his stature in the world...eh, actually, his stature in the world's pretty shit all things considered, but he doesn't care. He's young, all things considered, and holds a lot of anger in his heart - probably from his past. Spite is a sin, and he sins quite often; Jason would leave you alone, in front of the zombies, a raw steak in your hands, if you piss him off enough, or if you're a bigger dick than he is. Quick, sharp wit - honestly, you won't win in an insult or word battle with him - he is rather neutral and 'Idgaf' with society, since he sort of left that whole life alone a while ago. This leads to him being quite apathetic and ruthless, but if something sticks, it sticks. He has a dark humor, although, despite the vulgarity of some of his jokes, it's also undeniably funny...in a morbid, 'I really shouldn't be laughing' way. Jason will not let anyone walk on him, and he's very rebellious to any designated 'authority' figures, which is why THE MAN banned him from a lot of smaller towns across the world. Something about graffiti and property damage. Hah.
Background: You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Oh...you would? Ah...it will be revealed in due time, Padawan.
Skills: Growing up in a very dangerous, ghetto neighborhood, Jason is a scrapper, through and through. Although he had never learned a rigid, noble fighting art, he was pretty damn good at just simply beating ass, rather than going through Katas or forms. His instincts are some of the best, and this, combined with his tolerance to pain, makes him an extremely dangerous fighter close-up, although he finds that using his fists against zombies are stupid, and usually just swings something hard at them to make 'em shut up.
Going past, this, he was in auto-shop back in school, and is an expert when it comes to rewiring things, fixing vehicles, and other grease-monkey stuff. This also goes hand-in-hand with his ability to drive stick, and other vehicles. Had to use a few guns in his line of 'work', so he's pretty good with those. A crack-shot, if you will. So, to put it in three words. His skills: Close Combat, Vehicle Repair/Driving, and Firearm usage.
He's not that bad at prolonged strategizing; throw him in a herd of zombies and he'll figure out a way to work it to his advantage, but plant him inside of a house, throw a map, and get some zombie figurines? He won't know what to do with it. Was never one for chess, after all. Similarly, he tend to piss people off; more specifically, rigid, authorative figures such as police officers and most of the people in Japan. His brusqueness when dealing with both living people and zombies can also turn a few people off, and not in a sexual way.
Weapons: He went through quite a few weapons, just grabbing whatever sturdy thing he could find as he traveled through this god-forsaken city. Right now, after holing up in a hardware store, to get some 'Gorilla Duct-Tape' for future needs, he found a machete and hammer. Well, a lot, but for the sake of lightness, he 'stole' one of each and got the Hell outta there.
Relationships/Friendships:
Melissa Twist - His childhood friend. They parted ways a few months ago, when he dropped her off at Canada for her sister's wedding. He has a feeling she's dead.
Ayyy bruh, they ate Shoske. |
48,518 | 1,305 | 183 | 1,925 | 466 | Megumi furrowed in eyebrows in frustration as the Americunt let himself in. She clenched the handle of her knife and closed the front door. "The white man strikes again..." She hissed under her breath, closing her eyes as she calmed herself down. "What next; Slavery? Misogyny? Meninism? Americans always bring such bad luck..."
She slipped her knife back into her duffel back and shambled back over to the couch where she relaxed, yet kept a close eye on the shady looking fellow that so happened to cross paths with them. Out of all of the possible houses, it had to be this one? Megumi ran her fingers through her red hair, her hand pushed back individual wisps that managed to break free from the straight segments of hair that defined her bangs. "Your people surely are troublesome, what with your pointy noses and cracker skin." And it wouldn't have hurt to be a little more discreet, maybe she wouldn't have lashed out when Extra Olive Oil decided to be frank and disrespectful. | Name: Megumi Hazekage
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings. |
48,519 | 1,305 | 184 | 2,072 | 1,329 | The cafeteria was empty and quiet, other than the thumping from the boarded up door from the zombies knocking against it. Kenny looked to the doors set on the far left wall that lead outside then looked ahead to see the kitchen which would likely have some food and knives he could use as weapons.
Feeling he had rested enough and got up from the table then made his way into the kitchen with no one around as to be expected. He saw some pans and bowls knocked over; likely knocked over by the cooks in their haste to get out. Scanning the room over briefly before going over to the rack with folded towels and grabbed a couple then rolled it flat on the table, having to push bowls and pots out of the way as they cluttered onto the floor. Taking this chance to grab multiple kitchen knives along with some spoons and forks and set them on the towel then folded it up and placed it into his backpack. Next, he would grab some bottles of water and food that could easily be eaten but wouldn't spoil quickly and rolled that up into another towel before placing it into the bag which was looking bloated, just about full now. This was as much as he could carry as he placed two more towels in the bag then closed it up and strapped it to his back with a grunt, not too heavy and the towels prevented any clinking.
Noticing a meat cleaver resting on a cutting board and grabbed it then gave a few practice swings. Feeling satisified that he had what he needed and some weapon and was finally ready to get out and away from the school. Leaving the kitchen to head straight for the side doors, but stopped just before opening it to glance back through the cafeteria thinking how this would be the last time coming to this school and the place Reiko died. He let out a sigh with a shake of his head then pushed the door open to walk outside.
weapons: meat cleaver, paper cutter
hits used: none
Hits left: 10, 10 | Name:
Kenny
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
3-A
Personality:
Kenny is...well majority of students and even teachers struggle to understand what he is. Kenny rarely talks, though his mask mostly makes what he says muffled. A loner is what most say or a freak by others since he's always seen wearing a mask or carrying around a metal pipe. kenny does keep to himself majority of the time, often skipping class to explore or hang out at his hideout. Yet, his appearance deceives others from seeing that he's actually pretty smart that even with skipping class, maintains A's and b's. He tends to spook other students for fun with his mask, which further gave him the look of a troublemaker, though is simply a curious person who enjoys reading and learning how things work.
Background:
Kenny had been given up for adoption since birth, having never known his actual parents. Due to his strange behavior; it was difficult to find him foster parents and was put through foster home after foster home over the years. As this went on, it grew to the point that he decided not to bother with making friends or even talking to others, which could explain why he had started covering up his face with hoods or makeshift masks.
Eventually, the teachers and adults gave up on trying to get him to stop with the masks and left him be. When able, Kenny would wander off to explore abandoned buildings or any nearby forests. Often choosing a spot where he would spend most of his time to study objects he was able to get his hands on or to read books that he found interesting. Reading from an assortment of items or weapon books as he was a very curious person who always wanted to learn
Not until he turned 15 did he finally get adopted; a father who worked as a simple garbage man and mother who was too lazy to work. His guess that they adopted him was simply to get child support money, which didn't bother him since he hardly spent time at the house, always off on exploring or at the small abandoned building that he turned into his latest hideout.
Upon entering the school officially, he was put in class a, something no one expected with the appearance of his. Only coming to class half the time and yet somehow able to turn in all assignments and maintaining top grades. Kenny made sure to learn self defense by learning how to use weapons like bats or metal pipes to keep the bullies off as he would train at the hide-out when he had spared time. Even working on building projects and thus took up shop class to improve his building skills.
Skills:
shop class- expert at building, kendo- average skill in swordsmanship, gym- works on his speed and and stamina.
Weapons:
-Metal pipe
two pocket knives hidden in each pocket
- in reserve at his hideout
Other: "They ate shoske!" *muffled mask words* |
48,520 | 1,305 | 185 | 1,710 | 4,163 | The man did leave it outside, so he could let his intrusion slide. Not like he could call the cops anyway, what surprised him most was Megumi's racial ramblings. While he would say his was more of a joke than insult. She went full on racist. Shocked she didn't mention the pearl harbor thing. So as the man sat down and introduced himself, proving he was indeed an american, while Megumi continued her racist speech. Aki simply looked at him before picking up the puppy. "Aki Okumura. So any reason you came to my house besides food?" he asked when Noa came back out of her room and looked around. First at Aki then Megumi and then the other male. However her gaze at him was prolonged as her jaw slightly opened.
She would then sit on the couch and stare at him as Aki would stare at his sister before face palming. As a brother, he already knew that she was going through her "I like bad boys" phase. And as an older brother, he would for damn sure kill him before he even said she was adorable. Yet then his older brother would come out with his ds which was broken, and a look that just said "Whoops" Aki felt slightly more hurt that his ds was broken than the fact his sister was eyeing up the stranger. | Name: Aki Okumura
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It’s not like he doesn’t talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying”Don’t judge a book by its cover” Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn’t talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren’t poor or rich. They weren’t hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn’t a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn’t matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them) ((Very skilled in))
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse. ((Semi skilled, purdy much for the lolz))
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don’t judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: “They ate Shoske!” ……. I care why? |
48,521 | 1,306 | 0 | 2,677 | 6,563 | Port Arvenstown
Avalon was weary of the Great Sea. It was so vast, and wide, and empty, and yet to full of life. It aggravated him to no end- sailing and sailing and sailing and sailing, not a thing in sight, and yet if he closed his eyes and felt below, he could feel the life tingling like something at the end of his fingertips. It was horrible- like knowing what you seek lay just around the corner, and your feet are stuck just a couple yards away from said corner. It was odd; other elves felt very close to nature, tuned in and listening to all that's around them.
Maybe it's because different elves 'hear' differently, that makes Avalon so isolated from the forces of nature. He can hear them, but it's blurred, like two people whispering in his ear at the same time, all the time, except if he's away from nature. The only place that can happen is a human city or town- elves have a tendency to weave nature with everything they do. Treehouses and gardens and all kinds of interesting constructs, with vines or other plants growing throughout.
But nevermind that; they were passing through the Mist that surrounded the Mainland. Normally, it wouldn't surround it, normally, it never existed. But ever since the demons came, the Mist had expanded throughout. It was said, apparently, that the Mist marks the border of the demons' stomping ground, and since demons hate salt water, they were effectively cut off. Originally, one might just abandon the island, except the island once housed some of the most prosperous kingdoms in history, the only place that was home to the dwarves, the only place that really had any significant number of high elves or wood elves, and the biggest landmass in the Archipelago of the Overworld.
Avalon cursed his thoughts; his mind wanders too much into detail. The Mist was clearing, and several sailors on the mast were calling, "Land ho!", in reference to the small bay that was slowly appearing some distance from the edge of the mist. They had arrived in early morning; he originally thought they would arrive midday, or during the afternoon. Either they made much better time than he planned, or they are behind by a day. Either way, they were there, and their quest could begin.
Half an hour later, the large sailing ship had docked with the small dock in the somewhat small bay, just big enough for the ship to fit without worrying about hitting anything if any large waves come in. Out to shore a short ways, were the two other ships. One was a dragoon; armed to the teeth as an escort. The second was a cargoship, where longboats, rowboats, and sturdier, though still small, sailing boats brought supplies back from the ship to the deprived village's shores.
Avalon was the first to set foot on the slightly rotten planks of the dock, probably like that because of the lack of trade anymore, and the first to walk forward towards the stunned Guardsmen, who hadn't really believed that mysterious word of foreigners coming to aid would be true. Avalon walked right up to the shorter, regular humans, and held out his hand. The Guard he had thrust his hand towards looked at him with wide eyes- indeed, a sight to see. He abruptly brought his hand up and clasped Avalon's shaking it vigorously. A smile returned to his face, and Avalon returned the handshake and smile with his own. "Go, Guardsmen, and alert the town! Let them know that aid has come. Your port will flow again, your people will smile once more! We have come to banish the threat of the demons! Let the town know of the fate of the demons!"
And so the Guardsmen guarding the dock ran off, shouting out to the slow, fearful town. Windows lit up, cracked or not, torches were lit, and the town slowly came alive again, like a fearful, hibernating creature, weathering the storm outside. Avalon waited at shore, waiting for the rest of the sailors, elves, and humans that were allowed to come into town. Not everyone could come in; they'd flood the town with a great deal of people who may not be as gentle as Avalon would prefer. | Name: Harbolcknaz Krimluk
Accepted!
However, you might want to change the Rank/Status- the four 'Heroes' were of the four that joined Avalon before he set out across the sea, with craftsmen and the like, to provide aid and relief to the Mainland. So the Heroes are the ones that were on the continent untouched by demons, not on the demon-ridden land. |
48,522 | 1,306 | 1 | 2,557 | 720 | Yusmdall rose from his sleep. His resting pattern had been quite erratic during their long sea journey. While strong on land, Yusmdall wasn't exactly experienced with water. To be precise, he had never been on a boat before until they set off to the Mainland. For the first few days he felt as if he had been stricken down with claustrophobia. Not that he would tell anyone, especially because he didn't even know what it was called until someone else was feeling it! Because most of the time he was adjusting to see life, for the first while of their journey he was too busy adjusting to see life then thinking of the future and what life would entail at the mainland. And after he himself was adjusted, the rest of the journey he spent enjoying it! He was not a natural seaman, but sure did he enjoy being one. The labors of ship life was calming to him, much more so then some of the other comforts he had found on land while a bandit. He even found himself daydreaming about life after success. He may not know what life would be like following Avalon around, but he would imagine it after the job was said and done!
Before he would consider stepping off land, as much as he would have enjoyed doing so, he needed to re-cap what he knew about this place in its head. It was the edge of the mainland. Demons couldn't go past it due to some fear of salt-water. He didn't exactly understand how this worked, but that was ok with Yusmdall. He dealt with swords and steel, not books and facts. He also knew that there was no official time for when the other three heroes would arrive. Which brought both good and bad tidings, they may be helping out somewhere. But back here in the 'frontier' that meant help might not show up until after its needed most.
This was behind him, however. Now was the time to increase the morale of those at Port Avenstown! Or at least, that was what he would have called it. Yusmdall's plan actually included getting as much ale as possible for free. Now, he is not an experienced hero. Nor has he ever been famous. Very few times have people expected him and his companions company, and those who did never survived long enough to leave it. However, those times were behind him. Now, he liked to think he was a people's person. Through his past interactions with both old and new 'friends' he has started to think himself personable, and charismatic. Whether that be the case or not, that's what he believed. What he believed, he acted on. As if his belief in it made it into an indisputable fact. So, being the people's person he was, he knew it was time to set out and get the people of Avenstown ready for the heroes!
First thing was first, after lunging into the nearest tavern and beginning his long and enthusiastic rant about how 'The First and Third heroes have come', he was quick to enter a jubilant mood. He told tales about his great 'reformation'. How the once simple, but honest leader of the White Cave bandits from the north fought off against those that invaded their people's land. About how the once legendary Snow-Face's army was defeated in his first act of great justice and moral upstanding. He fibbed and lied about how he lost all of his old friends to the 'Great Bear' company and their corruption, and how he would seek revenge! But only after helping Avalon save them of course! This of course, was partly true. He did come to help them, but it was mostly out of selfishness and him knowing that heroes are treated as if they exist on the same plane as gods. Both while living and dead. | Name: Yusmdall Snow-Face
Race: Human
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Abilities: Experienced warrior, who uses a sword and board. Has experience as a blacksmith and can repair gear.
Powers: N/A
Weapons and/or Tools: Steel Sword and kite shield. As well as his hammer for blacksmithing. However he needs to use someone else's forge and the rest of their tools in order to actually do anything.
Armor or clothing: A set of steel armor. Plus his comfort clothes.
Mount: A large horse that is light-orange in color. Is stubborn and is rather dumb, even by horse standards.
Personality:To be rp'd. But for the most part he is brash, rude, and loud. Craves attention and what it brings, and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty.
Biography: Was once a leader to a small group of bandits up north, that became rather powerful under his reign. He merged with groups that didn't put up major fights, and obliterated those that resisted majorly. Was very flashy with his crew, and would often 'refurnish' any holds of the bandits he had gotten rid of. However, when he was around the age of 32 he was overthrow. What he thought was a handful of disgruntled minions, was actually a fairly powerful group that wanted to uphold a new leader, who would in turn greatly gift those who helped him rise to power. Knowing he wasn't safe, he took his horse and traveled down south, and then just around. Until he encountered the heroes. Then he became the rowdy tag along he is now. He isn't part of the group to be someone who helps save, but rather wants to be part of the exploration and the 'Wow, its the heroes!' part.
Rank/Status: Ex-bandit leader. Not actually one of the four heroes, however he does lie about this.
Other: N/A |
48,523 | 1,306 | 2 | 714 | 3,251 | Harbolcknaz had been traveling for a coupe of weeks when he had first head the rumors about heroes coming to the Mainland to help fight of the Demons. After figuring out the town they would supposedly arrive at, he decided to head there, and see if the rumors were true. He had been staying at the towns best inn and tavern, not that that was really saying much given the state it was in, for a week now. And just when he started thinking the rumors were just rumors a Guardsman ran into the tavern. "The heroes are finally here!"
While he was curious about these men and women risking their lives for what wasn't even their country he decided to wait until things had quieted down before contacting them, so while some of the townsfolk rushed to the harbor he just kept drinking his ale. Luckily for him cause after a while someone claiming to be the third hero, who had lost a lot of his friends to what Harbolcknaz assumed to be a group of mercenaries.
"After revenge huh? I know what that's like." The orc said as he sat down next to the new arrival, after scaring of a random villager who had already claimed that spot. Since he wanted to get in this man's good graces, he signaled the bartender for two ales. "Anyway does your groups need some extra hands? I have some business with the demons myself." As he said that he subconsciously placed one of his hand on the handle of his war-hammer, as he thought back to the cowardly sneak attack on his tribe.Sure he and most of the other warriors survived, but the women and children, including his own family, were a different story. | Name: Ashirah Sarethi
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 200, appears 19-20 physically.
Gender: Female
Abilities: Ashirah is mediocre at using her dagger close-range, and isn't muscular, or even trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Powers: Ashirah thrives in the fields of magic. While she knows some low-level destructive spells, she prefers the arts of healing; helpful alchemical potions, healing spells, and the like. She can heal wounds, dispell harmful effects on herself and others, and prevent harm from coming in the first place. Healing spells have a negative effect on the undead, so she can harm zombies and vampires, if they shall ever appear.
Weapons and/or Tools: Ashirah carries a crappy iron dagger for close-range combat. She also has her alchemical/cooking set (mortar and pestle, alembic, retort, and calcinator. And yes, she does cook food with these as well. The potions are nice, the food is terrible.) Other than that, all she has is money, thick leather alchemy gloves for handling hot and/or dangerous substances, some spices, and many empty pouches meant to carry alchemical ingredients.
Armor or clothing: Ashirah wears a heavy-duty leather traveling set. It doubles as leather armor and allows for a lot of movement.
Mount: Ashirah's priced horse; a grumpy, fat, gray thing named Snow. It hates everyone.
Personality: Ashirah is talkative, humorous, and loves to flirt. Needless to say, she gets annoying pretty quick.
Biography: She is the only daughter of a foreign pawnbroker. Her father trained her in the art of haggling and selling, but she found it very boring. Instead, she spent her time learning the art of healing from the local church. The priestesses there could bring a man back from the dead and did it for free, just for the sake of doing good! Ashirah learned all she could from them, and although she can't bring a man back from the dead, her potions and spells can make it look like she did. After fifty years of learning, Ashirah moved away and set up her apothecary shop in the starting coastland town. She only sold her preventative potions, and healed whomever came in looking in need of healing. Ashirah took on a disturbing number of cases that involved demons. It seems even here, where it's relatively safe, the demons rule.
Rank/Status: Only daughter of a single father, Dark Elf foreigner, apothecary, and healer.
Other:
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48,524 | 1,307 | 0 | 863 | 380 | Rennac had gathered his supplies for the time being and prepared himself for the mission, putting a request to the master of Structure as to the model of civilian ship they would take. Of course, his recommendation was one that was more commonly found and was more easily modifiable, having toyed with one in his youth. He did opt to spend the remainder of his stay at a regular hotel as opposed to the palace, deciding he would prefer to have his gear close by rather than be unarmed and constantly in the vicinity of one who would have killed him without hesitation. Mostly he did diagnostics and maintanence but spent one night at a local bar, having his usual gear on and enjoying himself (after ensuring that the weapon controls were in fact inactive before he began to drink).
He had just ordered his first ale as he sat down, swishing it in his mug as he slowly enjoyed the cold drink. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,525 | 1,307 | 1 | 863 | 380 | As Virathus would pass by a normally quiet bar he could hear loud boisterous music coming from within forming a somewhat happy tune. He can faintly make out some of the words.
"Tis half past three and the chill is gone,
it's the longest binge I've ever been on.
I've so many pints my mind's stupefied,
but through all the haze I still hear them cry."
Suddenly a boisterous chorus could be heard coming from every one of the bar patrons.
"DRINK MOTHERFUCKER, DRINK MOTHERFUCKER DRINK!"
If the Litharian ventured to open the door he would see an armored Wolkar leading the song, ale in hand and laughing all the while. More notably this was THE Wolkar that Virathus was supposed to be going on the mission with. While the Reaper could see he was certainly armed for the job, it was a sight so out of place that most of the patrons were a bit hesitant the first night to join him. Apparently, he was quite the friendly sort to get the drunks here so into the song and even were continuing now. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,526 | 1,307 | 2 | 863 | 380 | Rennac paid little mind to Viranthus as he joined the crowd watching the spectacle unfold, continuing unabated till the loud end as even several of the sober members of the crowd joined in the big finale. As the last verse finished the Wolkar downed his mug with a smooth and apparently practiced motion, cheering with the rest of the crowd. Regardless of how rocky things began thanks to Karasis in the meetings, he could certainly say he had the public support in favor of more interaction with the Wolkar. Well, at least those who enjoyed the bar. There was probably going to be one or two noise complaints but overall it did wonders for the Wolkar's public standing and reputation as an approachable fellow and good friend. He soon spoke to a few of the other patrons, laughing and joking with them and overall just being what all Wolkar are at heart: kinnd-hearted mutts who value friends and comraderie. He could even swear he saw a Karadon or two join in at one point. Soon he spotted Virathus again, his cheeks a bit flush from the booze. Smiling all the while he clasped his hand on the Litharian's shoulder, not aggressively or in any threatening way but one would to a friend when having fun. "Ah! It's a beautiful thing isn't it? Seeing so many people together, enjoying themselves, TRULY living in the moment. No worries, no cares, simply the joy of being with their fellow man. Then again, suppose it's something my people particularly enjoy being pack oriented." He then took a second look at Virathus and raised an eyebrow. "Ah, a new face! Happy to meet new friends. Name's Rennac Shadowclaw, Alpha of the shadowclaw clan, head of the Mercenary guild, and haver of a jolly good time! Last one is not so official, but still just as fitting I like to think." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,527 | 1,307 | 3 | 863 | 380 | Though he had plenty to drink, the Wolkar was not as drunk as Viranthus thought. He was a bit tipsy, sure, though most of his swaggering was to help put others at ease around the Wolkar. Soon, Rennac was worried this show was having the opposite effect on his latest acquaintance, smiling as he spoke up and offered the wolf a free round.
"Thanks, I'll have to return the favor one of these days."
He grabbed the beer after the bartender set them down, taking a calming sip of the amber liquid and sighed. "I must say, this beer is excellent. As much as I do enjoy the brews of my home world, these are most enjoyable. How have you been enjoying the night Mr..?" He left the question open ended, not openly asking the name and giving his compatriot the opportunity to decline. As drunk as he was he never let it get in the way of his manners. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,528 | 1,307 | 4 | 863 | 380 | Rennac smirked and nodded, understanding his drinking buddy's hesitance to reveal his name. Of course when he was singing he was throwing himself into the moment, trying to rile up the crowd and help them have fun. He was usually quite collected and thoughtful when it was more one on one.
"Ah, right. It's an old folk song from my homeworld. It's actually a funny story about a group of Alphas who challenged the Sirius not by combat, but by a drinking contest. By the end, no one was sober enough to know who had actually won the title. They decided that they would meet again in one year and try again. Ever since then there is an annual event held to the public where the Alphas see who can drink the others under the table. Everyone gets into it. Even the Council members put their titles aside for the night and just drink with the people they serve. It's become one of our most celebrated and well known holidays. The runner up is the morning of sorrow where everyone wakes up with a hangover and tries to recover!"
A content chuckle escaped Rennac's lips as he recalled the history behind the song, giving his aquaintance a bit of insight into his own culture. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,529 | 1,307 | 5 | 863 | 380 | Rennac smiled and nodded.
"True I suppose. If anyone were to partake though I would say it would be the Master Hitharis. He always struck me as a more down to earth kind of person. Then again your government structure is different from Ferran. Where I live anyone willing to can become an Alpha given they can prove themselves. We don't really have nobles or castes, just people all working together for the good of the whole. Each Alpha has their own reasons for wanting to lead, whether it is to protect something they cherish or to right a wrong that they see in the laws or actions of their leaders. For us, we're all brothers and sisters, with the Alpha acting as a sort of father."
He hoped his explanation would give the Litharian a better idea of his culture, considering how close each member of their species were to one another. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,530 | 1,307 | 6 | 863 | 380 | Rennac smiled and raised the mug, nodding to the Litharian.
"No worries mate, we all have our lives to live. Just take care of yourself. Next time we'll have to properly drink!"
He took a chug of his beer and waved the man off, eyeing the drink with a smirk. "Huh, guess he's expecting to be at work soon or cant afford to be hungover." For just being an empty mug it spoke volumes to the Wolkar, telling him quite a bit about the man. Soon enough he was back in the thick of it, drinking and singing till it grew late and he had to retire. Only stumbling a bit he returned to the hotel and got comfortable on the bed, just deactivating his armor's weaponry and sleeping off his drinks. The ship would be ready soon and he would want to get there early to check over the modifications made to it and add his own to fine tune the ship. If there was one thing the Wolkar never did, was pilot in a ship they had not personally performed maintenance on. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,531 | 1,307 | 7 | 863 | 380 | Rennac had received the call as well and was off like a shot, the thankful habit of being dressed in his armor 24/7 serving to expedite his departure. Right after paying for the room he used his jetpack to fly to the spaceport, arriving after a short flight and waiting at the hanger door for the representative to arrive. Thankfully, keeping the access codes from him was one trick Karasis wasn't able to do, having been given to him by an attendant. Smiling at his imagined victory over one he considered to be the most insufferable beings in the galaxy, he punched in the code and was happy to find the requested ship made ready. He took a quick look around to notice it was mostly stock save the promised communication system that was installed courtesy of the the Master of Structure. He made sure the engine wasn't rigged to blow when he started the ship, something he was grateful he wouldn't need to deal with once he made sure the engine was in acceptable condition. With all the physical threats dealt with he went to the computer and plugged an external datapad into the socket, doing a quick scan of the system for any malicious code or viruses as well as signs of tampering. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,532 | 1,307 | 8 | 863 | 380 | The special splice threw the Wolkar off and made him feel uneasy, the oddity that this dataspike was making him nervous. First copied the spike carefully to a sealed partition on his datapad and hooked it to the holo communicator, contacting the Wolkar Information Service. "Alpha Rennac Shadowclaw, authorization code Alpha-charlie-Niner-eight." After a brief moment, the WIS insignia faded and was replaced with the image of an alien reclining in a chair. Oddly enough it seemed to be a bipedal reptile, one of the many who had come to Ferran and joined the Wolkar to get a new start and a new home. "Watcher 8, analyse this data spike and try to trace back it's origin. I need to know if this is specific to the Litharian government as well as whether it's data structure is outdated or not. If it is Litharian, it could potentially could have been planted by those who are assisting my target." Once he had sent a copy of the dataspike to the analyst he then rung for the Master of Structure and the Master of Eyes, waiting on a response. While this could possibly be just something to keep the ship's records clean, he would prefer to check and verify before altering or removing it now. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,533 | 1,307 | 9 | 863 | 380 | Rennac rolled his eyes at the generic could not be reached line contacting the Master of Eyes yielded, happy he could get through to the Master of Structure.
"Just a second. Securing my end of the transmission. And... there. We should be safe to speak. During my examination of the ship I discovered this data spike within the ship's computer banks. Though it is possible this is your way of keeping the travels of this vessel secret, I thought it prudent to verify. For all we know this spike was planted by one of Klith's allies. Sending the spike to you now."
The Wolkar transmitted the data packet to the Litharian on the other end of the connection, hoping she would have some answers. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,534 | 1,307 | 10 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's brow furrowed at this knowledge, figuring it was likely a sabatuer.
"I found it scanning through the ship's communications array during my general sweep of the ship's systems. I would suggest you compile a list of all those who had access to the ship and run a through background check on them. This is most likely the work of Klith's accomplice. Capture him alive if possible. We may be able to interrogate him for the target's whereabouts. For the time being I'll perform a more thorough examination of the ship should they have left more surprises for us. Rennac out."
He closed the channel and hooked the datapad back into the system, programming it to do a even more thorough sweep and moving up to check the engines, spotting the Litharian from the other day in the bunks area.
"You're the representative from the Council I take it? Sadly not a lot of time for introductions. We need to perform a full sweep of the ship. I discovered a data slice in the ship's comm systems and sent the data to the master of Structure. Hopefully he can round up those who worked on the ship for questioning. How much you know about ship engineering and maintenance?" | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,535 | 1,307 | 11 | 863 | 380 | Rennac sighed and shook his head, muttering to himself.
"Dii rax wah ok ruus! Crap, best option is for you to go over the armor plating. Typically if someone sabotaged that it would be easier to find. I'll start by doing a check on the engine's cooling systems and work my way to the laser defense grid. Hopefully that data spike is all we will find. Just remember: If they could affect one system, they could affect any system. Keep your eyes peeled."
He quickly walked towards the engines, muttering how someone could have already compromised their security. He was unsure whether the Litharian would know the meaning of his cursing but knew there would be time to explain later. Right now, he had to make sure no other surprises waited for them on the ship. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,536 | 1,307 | 12 | 863 | 380 | Rennac found nothing that would have been considered as tampering. At most a loose gasket and a slightly off coolant level. This was infuriating. There was proof that their ship had been tampered but there was nothing notable besides the data slice. He looked to his datapad curiously, finding it odd that it had turned off. He pressed the power button on the side, aiming to take it out of what he assumed was the pad's hybernation mode. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,537 | 1,307 | 13 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's brow furrowed seeing the cold boot sequence, knowing that nothing in his datapad would have made itself automatically shut off. He then performed a diagnostic on the device, examining it on the code level to check if any of the registry entries or code had been tampered with. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,538 | 1,307 | 14 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's mind was curious about what could have caused the deep scan to result in a shutdown, about to re-attempt it when the Litharian representative came back in.
"Very well. Datapad shut off mid scan, piece of junk, so we'll re-attempt it once we're the black. For now just.. avoid plugging anything into a computer port."
He got into the pilot's seat, uneasily gripping the physical controls.
"Definitely like the direct control better.."
He muttered under his breath, firing up the engines and prepping for launch along the vectors supplied by Litharian air control. Soon they were launching to break the atmosphere, the Wolkar donning his helmet and pressurizing as a precaution should his partner have missed something. All the while he had the datapad linked back in to the side, running the scan again as he took off. Should it turn off agaon in it's own he can at least now tell around when it would have happened. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,539 | 1,307 | 15 | 863 | 380 | By the time the scan was cut out again they were already out of the atmosphere and could do a subspace jump. It would take a day or two even then to reach Shad-noir and he would have plenty of time to check the systems more thoroughly and get to know his temporary partner.
He was reaching to the datapad with a smirk, getting a bit more information of what was causing the trouble when THe Litharian came back in.
"Ah! We're on course and ready to make the jump to subspace when you're ready. Though I do believe I've gotten a better of idea what the data spike is doing. Apparently it's been able to shut off my datapad when I attempt to scan it. From what I can tell, it could take over some control of the ships functions, namely our communications array. Since the Master of Structure assures me none of his engineers planted it, I'd rather not risk letting Klith possibly get the jump on us and know how we're coming or even have him try to misdirect us posing as the current Master of Eyes. I'll patch it up in a jiffy and we can be on our way." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,540 | 1,307 | 16 | 863 | 380 | Rennac watched and let the Litharian punch in the warp route before making the jump, watching the telltale flash of stars passing them by as their ship sped through the inky blackness of space.
"Perhaps. However I haven't had much luck trying to trace back the signal. For now we should put a firewall in place to isolate it till we can find a way to get a trace through. That way we wont have burned that bridge and we can at least keep Klith or whoever planted it from knowing where we are. Shouldn't take long to reconfigure the system to bypass the spike and keep it isolated." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,541 | 1,307 | 17 | 863 | 380 | Rennac sighed and pulled the datapad to his seat in the cockpit, starting to type out the commands for the improvised workaround. Once he had set up the comm array to bypass the dataspike he began to try and send trace packets into the spike, hoping for them to return with the full route that the data was coming from. At the very least, it would tell him where the tracing attempts were being cut off. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,542 | 1,307 | 18 | 863 | 380 | Rennac scowled at the screen seeing the trace packets were shut down as soon as they reached the internal systems, part of him worried that this spike could intercept their transmissions if they had not dealt with it. It was then that he thought on his response to the Litharian's question.
"The Wolkar have a... philosophy when it comes to meeting other people. Despite whatever we may look like on the outside or how we grew up, we are all people, striving to lead a happy life. Working alone towards this is lonely, and grows tiresome with age. It is when we work with others to truly live rather than just survive day after day that one sees the beauty of life. Truth be told, most Wolkar are still holding out for a great union of the galactic factions, having all of the different races and cultures melding together, seeing past their differences. No Wolkar, no Litharians, just simply people of different sizes and creeds. Not divided, but as one. I know I will likely never see it in my lifetime, nor will my children see it in theirs, nor even my grandchildren. All I can do is try and get us just that little bit closer and I can be happy knowing I did what I could to make it happen. As for why I do that as a Hunter, it is... a more personal tale.."
The eyes previously full of wonder and pride turned to a mixture of solemn remembrance and withheld anger. "A member of my family was... unjustly killed. Some thug who wanted a device my father had been designing to sell. My father took pity on the man, knowing he could always build another even as this thug would sell off the original for a mere handful of slivers that might be used to feed himself or his family. Even after my father gave him what he wanted, he murdered my father in cold blood right in front of me. I was not much older than a pup, just finding my place in the world. Before the authorities could capture him he fled off planet, going out of their reach. I was... furious to say the least. All I had been taught about how we should not be afraid to help others who are in need, and some honorless nikriin kills someone I cared for for little more than his own amusement. I spent the month after using my knowledge of engineering building a hidden dart launcher to use on the coward once I found him. Once I had all I needed, I traveled the stars and hunted him down. Six months later, a pup with no real training or tools besides his hands, a thrown together hidden weapon, and his instincts tracked the man down to some smuggler's moon. I didn't just end it quickly. I slashed and battered him till he was begging for mercy. My response. 'Did you show any mercy to my father?' In that instant, he knew why I was there, what he had done to earn my ire. He died with that same expression, the same one he carried when I severed his head and brought it back to Ferran. The guild recognized my natural talent and recruited me, equipped me, gave me a ship, and most importantly taught me all I needed to track down the true threats." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,543 | 1,307 | 19 | 863 | 380 | Rennac nodded solemnly, a brief smile coming across his face as he found the Litharian shared the same ideals for unity. He gave a quick nod and was about to respond before subsequently facepalming. "Oh, right. Never got your name. Too much with the data spike issue and potential sabotage. You know my name, but I never got yours. Can't exactly should 'Look out Litharian' now can I?" | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,544 | 1,307 | 20 | 863 | 380 | Rennac was about to extend a hand to shake but soon found Reaper get up and walk away. "... pleasure to meet you too."
Suddenly, the Litharian's previous words about seeing a united galaxy seemed more hollow and like idle banter. Of course, he was probably still trying to pass off as someone other than the man he had met the other night. Time to burst that little bubble. He got up and left the ship on autopilot till they arrived, moving to the preserver and grabbed two beers he had been saving for a job well done. Afterall, was a tradition after a successful battle to indulge and celebrate a bit. Wouldn't be the usual end of the hunt feast since he figured his partner would be more mild mannered. Rather not cause any severe culture shock. With a sly grin he looked over to Reaper.
"Now, about that beer I owe you. Want it now or at the bar once we bag and tag Klith?" He said it with every bit of casual flair he could while also aiming for shock value, wondering how well composed Reaper would be. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,545 | 1,307 | 21 | 863 | 380 | Rennac laughed seeing the near double take thanks to the knife embedded in the cutting board and gave Reaper a shit eating grin, enjoying how embarrassed the Litharian was quickly becoming.
"Well, that shouldn't be a problem. There are plenty of bars in the universe and plentiful songs to sing. Most are FAR worse than the one I sang at the bar of course. How did that verse go? Oh yes!
'Ol' Rover was 80 though his wife was just a pup,
he died upon the honeymoon when she got his hackles up!'"
The Wolkar was laughing merrily at the even more raunchy verse, wiping a tear from his eye.
"The Wolkar enjoy what little time we have among the living. A moment wasted in sorrow is something we know only leads to a more depressing life. Live life as if there is no tomorrow, and you will never regret a day in your life."
(The verse is modified from this song: ) | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,546 | 1,307 | 22 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's look was impassive as he felt the punch and rolled his body with it, having to shift one of his feet back to absorb the impact. Regardless, he was hardly hurt from the punch. Honestly, he was almost more worried about Reaper's fist considering the Wolkar literally wore his beskad plated armor EVERYWHERE.
"Heheh, fair enough. Just grunt in pain when you want a cold pack for the hand."
Respecting Reaper's wishes he stayed silent for the rest of the trip short of humming or whistling a tune as he managed his gear or did some of his limited training on the ship. Soon enough they would arrive and he could consider the speaking ban over. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,547 | 1,307 | 23 | 863 | 380 | The Wolkar was quick to respond, arriving in the cockpit in short order and plugged himself into the system. He had done further improvements along their journey and was confident the system would not have any negative side effects when he links in directly. As he did the computer's speakers came to life.
"System link complete. Retrieving landing vectors from Shad-noir air control... Fuck it. Not gonna bribe those assholes. I'll find my own vector. Starting approach."
They quickly turned and headed to a nearby landing zone, touching down shortly to have a few men coming out to meet them. More than likely concerning how they did not pay for the landing coordinates. Unhooking himself Rennac got up and donned his helm, heading down the gangway to see a fuming, though corrupt, looking traffic official come down with a few thugs.
"Just WHAT do you think you're doing?! You wanna land, you gotta pay like everyone else!"
The visor in Rennac's helmet lit up giving him an unseen grin, relaxing his posture.
"Oh don't worry, I got that covered. Afterall, this planet is rife full of bounties to catch, including.."
The Wolkar brought his wrist up to the unsuspecting official, a cold sneer under his help.
"You."
His Incapacitating foam quickly coated the man, solidifying in seconds while ensuring he still had oxygen.
"Dino Ray, former triad smuggler. Wanted for seven counts of smuggling, two counts of murder, ten counts of grand theft auto, five counts of racketeering, and three overdue library books. Wanted Dead or Alive. Alive 1500 Cells. Dead 1000. You are hereby under arrest under the authority of the Mercenary and Bounty guilds and will be brought to the nearest office before you are sent to face justice on the worlds you have wronged. Any who interfere will be considered to be aiding and abetting and will be summarily given death marks and hunted."
With Dino immobilized his guns were pointed at the two thugs, each only worth maybe a 100 cells each, and was ready to blast them. Of course, there was a hidden method to the Wolkar's madness. Start tagging bounties, and it just looks like you're cleaning the trash out of Shad-noir. This alone will have already given the two a cover story as to why they are here. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,548 | 1,307 | 24 | 863 | 380 | If the two goons weren't thinking of soiling themselves at Rennac's proclamation, they certainly were when Reaper came out of the ship. The one that was shot writhed on the ground for several long moments before finally dying. The other thug quickly turned and ran for his life, a chuckle coming from under the Wolkar's helm as he set about removing the head from the fried thug.
"Bit of advice. If you're gonna be able to pass as a bounty hunter, learn to keep the face intact. Becomes a hassle to have the office identify the bounties if they are unrecognizable."
Rennac's plan soon fell into place. His little display and the fact that Reaper was travelling with him painted him as a newbie hunter, taken to the cesspool to hunt lower ranked targets and get some first hand experience. It was more or less a basic and well known right of passage for the bounty hunters in the guild, something few people would question. Though it was probably not what Reaper had in mind, it more than did enough to keep their purpose here shrouded.
Soon enough the head was removed on the thug and he hefted up the foam encased swindler over his shoulder. "Ready to trade these in? Gonna need to get a spot in the redlight district. Right by all the known rats on the planet." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,549 | 1,307 | 25 | 863 | 380 | Rennac sighed and resolved to explain the plan more thoroughly when they got a place. For now he would focus on getting their accomodations and doing the usual traditions to keep up appearances. Once Reaper came back with the gear he lead the way.
"Basically, you're posing as a newly recruited bounty hunter. You've got experience in combat, but were discharged because you were a bit overzealous, like with our crispy friend here. This way, fewer questions and we can head to the usual intel spots without it seeming too odd. It's just routine to them at this point. You don't really question why you eat breakfast in the morning, right?"
After a few minutes they arrived at the office, trading in the bounties before Rennac tossed a bag with the lower thug's reward. "Congratulations, you just earned your first bounty."
Another short walk later and they arrived at their location, a run down looking motel in the red light district. As they entered a lizard looking woman who appeared to have some kind of addiction whistled to him. "Hello there handsome~ Decided to finally give up the hunting biz and run away with little old me?"
The Wolkar had to chuckle. "Keep dreaming Ketra. Got a new recruit here for the initiation run. Usual deal." He slipped a stack of money and a datapad with a list of names, going to their usual deal. "Get good info on number 13, and I'll throw in a bonus to get you an extra fix." This made the lizard woman beam happily and ran through the list on the datapad, nothing to her but a list of deadbeats for the hunters to round up.
"There's a lot of heat on number 5, but I'm sure I can beat the rush." She handed them a room card and left, leaving them to get settled.
"She'll do some of the legwork for us. For now, lets get a secure connection to my people and see what they've got for us." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,550 | 1,307 | 26 | 863 | 380 | Rennac chuckled at the complaint, nodding.
"Not a five star hotel, but it is the best spot to gather info. She may not look it, but that drug addicted lizard knows how to find intel. Thats the main reason this is a typical hunter resting spot. And if she can find our man, she'll have earned what we would pay at one of those stuffy high rate hotels easily. Also, the only major hotels here are attached to casinos. Those are filthy for a whole different reason."
They soon got to their rooms and took a look inside. At the very least it seemed like there was an effort to keep this one clean. Another chuckle came from under Rennac's helm. "Heh, you're in luck though. Seems Ketra is still trying to impress me enough to run away with her. Just in case though, better to sleep with your armor on." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,551 | 1,307 | 27 | 863 | 380 | Rennac couldn't help but chuckle seeing the Litharian trying to find a clean spot for his weapon, shaking his head at the request.
"My armor's gear only works when it's attached. Lets me clean them easily while keeping marks from trying to take pieces off and fire them at me. Just point to a spot you like and I'll cover the spot. Though I am surprised a bit of filth is enough to wig you out. True, don't exactly enjoy it myself, though it apparently doesn't annoy me as it does you." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,552 | 1,307 | 28 | 863 | 380 | Rennac removed his helmet and set it aside, moving a bit closer to the specific corner and giving it a liberal coating of the foam. True, Ketra won't be thrilled, but he could clean it up easily enough. "Heh, what? You biased against the dirt here? WHat makes it different from the filth on your world? What are ya, a filthist?" The smirk on Rennac's face showed he was just teasing, passing time until they got their list of leads. Though it was mostly random bounties, a good number were likely contacts and arms dealers Klith would logically contact should he try to hire protection or try and get his own operation set up. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,553 | 1,307 | 29 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's chuckling subsided as he felt Reaper hold his arm in place, clearly wanting him to keep spraying. He kept going for a time before turning to Reaper. At this point he was growing legitimately concerned that Reaper suffered from a form of OCD.
"You mind? I love overkill as much as the next hunter, but I'd like to still have some foam left for bringing Klith in." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,554 | 1,307 | 30 | 863 | 380 | Rennac chuckled and shook his head, finding some humor in the Litharian's woes.
"Look at it this way. All the filth is actually improving your immune system so you will have less to worry about from filth from now on. People from this planet are infamous for having an iron clad constitution. Think some Wolkar scientists came here and found a vaccine for some esoteric disease by taking white blood cell samples from the populace. Yes, this place actually contributed to STOPPING disease, as hard to believe as that is."
Speaking of, the datapad was slipped through the door and landed with a thump on the floor, Rennac smiling and picking it up. "Good news, we got our info. Lets see what dear little Ketra managed to get from the triad and mafia's databases." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,555 | 1,307 | 31 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's grimace was palpable, reading through the reports.
"Nothing directly to Klith, though you should read up on lucky number 7. Dromun-Keran: gun runner, wanted on several planets for arming rebel groups and even instigating a few wars himself. Got a hefty bounty on his head AND he seems to have lost a shipment of weapons though his bank account paints a very different picture. What say we go do a little 'shopping?'"
With that look on Rennac's face it was clear he had a plan, donning his helmet and getting ready to head out. Before he opened the door he looked back at Reaper. "Though do tell me, do Litharians ever use the 'good cop, bad cop' routine for interrogation?" | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,556 | 1,307 | 32 | 863 | 380 | Rennac smirked and nodded. "Good enough, least you'll have enough of an idea to follow my lead."
The Wolkar led Reaper to the docks, soon finding the crook in question. He raised a hand as he got ready to bolt.
"Take it easy, looking to get a nice upgrade for my blasters. I'm willing to pay top cred for the best."
Placing the large bag of money in the window made the thug's eyes light up at the opportunity, smirking all the while. "Oh yes, please, please come on in! I am sure I can find something you will like. What is the problem you have with your current set? I may be able to find some nice mods to give them what you need."
Rennac smiled happily and nodded. "How about like the blasters you were paid to 'lose' in your recent shipment. From the reports I get those were some VERy high quality weapons."
The gun runner looked nervously and shook his head. "Oh come on now, like I could possibly get profit from dump- AAAH!"
The gun runner stumbled back into a bunch of his own crates, the Wolkar's blaster smoking as well as a fresh hole in Dromun's leg.
"See? No real punch to it. Just needs a bit more punch." The Wolkar straddled over the man intimidatingly, a sadistic look on his face.
"Ok, so, tell us what we wanna know and you leave with just the one gunshot wound! Or was it two? Well, no more than six. But you walk out of here alive! Probably. Well, maybe. Actually, you know what, I probably shouldn't say for sure at this point 'cause he'll wanna break your fingers and who KNOWS what I'm gonna do to ya! So, anyway, you're gonna die, we get our info, and everybody's happy! Except you, the dead guy. And don't worry, unless we find them your family will be completely safe. But, full disclosure, we are actually REALLY good at finding people so just be thankful you wont live to see what happens to them!"
Rennac had said that all with almost a tone of levity and joy. To the thug it would seem like the Wolkar was completely insane but Reaper would hopefully know this was just how Rennac ran an interrogation, quick, painful, and direct to the point. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,557 | 1,307 | 33 | 863 | 380 | Dromun was most certainly NOT a Litharian by any meaning of the word, having visibly wet himself in fear as the wolkar had gone on and on like it was another day at the office.
"I- I was just told to give them to some shadowy dude on the planet Felician! He seemed to be some reptilian looking dude! Shady as fuck but he paid me a ton of money. Just PLEASE don't kill me!"
The Wolkar simply smiled and nodded. "Wish granted." A sudden pop was heard as a tranq dart shot from Rennac's gauntlet and sunk into the gun runner's neck, securing his hands to the crate with the foam before placing a blinking blue device next to the unconscious thug.
"The local authorities will pick him up. Now we have our heading! By the way, good acting back there. Thought you sounded really sincere back when you called me insane."
He was intentionally laying this one over the plate, seeing if the seemingly stuck up Litharian had enough humor to take the open jab at him. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,558 | 1,307 | 34 | 863 | 380 | Rennac was a tad disappointed he couldn't get a jab from the Litharian, shaking his head. "Jeez, I laid that one right over the plate and you still couldn't hit it! Guessing humor is one of the things they left out of your training."
They quickly made his way back to the ship with Reaper following, letting out a hoarse laughter at the girlfriend comment. "And here I thought I wouldn't be able to get a joke out of you! There may be hope for you yet." He went to Ketra's and gave her the money owed. She didn't earn her bonus since she got nothing on their true target besides some people looking to join him. Once he got back he strapped in and prepared to take off, looking back at Reaper with a wry grin. "Oh, by the way, I'm not interested in that girl. I swing the other way." He sat there and let that tidbit sink in for a moment, wondering if his species were in any way homophobic. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,559 | 1,307 | 35 | 863 | 380 | Rennac smirked as it seemed Reaper was at least somewhat comfortable with the whole gay thing, half expecting his mind to just shut down and reboot after a minute or two. Once they were out of the atmosphere and on their way he brought up a map of the planet in question, looking it over.
"Well, this planet we're heading too... No major cities or town on the maps. At most there may be a few small villages but none that are recorded or well known. The place is a complete jungle, far too cluttered with trees to land in all but a few scarce spots. We'll check the man made landing areas first before we check the areas that are naturally occuring where someone can land with enough skill. Whats your experience with jungle combat and tracking? Anything firsthand?" | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,560 | 1,307 | 36 | 863 | 380 | Rennac chuckled at Reaper's joke just as his datapad was going off with warnings, the Wolkar cursing and trying to stop the breach before it was utterly compromised a second later. Muttering another curse he scowled at Reaper. "I TOLD you we should have removed that damn dataspike! Now our comms terminal is compromised! Next time we have an issue like this I'M making the call!"
The Wolkar began to remove all of the comm terminal's connections to the ship, even switching it over from the ship's power to it's own independent source just in case. Still, with everything he had to keep a somewhat calm demeanor so not to give himself away as he answered.
"Listen, for the last time I told you holomarketers to stop calling! I'm happy with my insurance, I don't want a new cooling draft for my ship, and for the LAST time I am not interested in hearing the word of the lord and savior Tanaka."
His voice was legitimately annoyed though he managed to make it seem like it was for a different reason, hopefully making the one on the other end believe he was just upset about another holo to holo salesman. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,561 | 1,307 | 37 | 863 | 380 | Rennac was feeling less and less keen about this figure as he spoke, finally snapping when he said his agent. In Rennac's eyes that only meant one person. However, there was still the question of who was talking on the other end.
"Very well, before I do that let me ask you a question."
Quick as ever he whipped out his pistol and pointed it at Reaper's head with one hand and had the other point his other pistol at the terminal. He was ready to destroy both if needed.
"When you saw me in my quarters at the palace, what did I underline in the documents and what was your response. If you're who I think you are your agent will be free of suspicion. Answer wrong, and your little plant will be feeling rather light headed followed by a severe case of death. If you are who I believe you to be, you will understand this to be a necessary check to be certain you're who I think you to be." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,562 | 1,307 | 38 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's answer of loyalty came as soon as Reaper took the nose dive, about to send a spray of blaster bolts before he was launched into the top of the ship by the Litharian spy. Thankfully his armor helped him absorb the blow, taking a moment to lock his helmet on place before he saw the flying double kick coming his way. He grunted and fell back with the blow, knocking the wind out of him for a moment before he got up and took a fighting stance and began to throw punches at the Litharian traitor toput him on the defensive. "Ha! I should have known you were a traitor the moment you insisted we keep that damnable data spike! No matter. When I bring you head to Xilanthis alongside Klith's, it will just solidify me as being more trustworthy than the Council's own representative! May even cast doubt upon the Masters of eyes and war, leading to investigations into them as well." One of his gauntlet blades extended to become a far more deadly attack, aiming to either cripple Reaper or severely wound him. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,563 | 1,307 | 39 | 863 | 380 | Rennac thought about using his flamethrower to consume all the oxygen in the craft but decided against it, knowing the heat may damage some of the critical systems. For now he we stuck with his less volatile darts and his blades, knowing he would prefer to bleed out the traitor rather than simply let him suffocate peacefully. No. He would batter the traitor down and then drop him from the still moving ship to watch him splatter on the land below. He had his blade retract as it threatened to get stuck in the grated floor, his other arm swinging forward to block the backhand with a loud tang reverberating through the ship. He then lunged forward, his left arm's blade out to pierce Reaper's shoulder while his knee was launched right into the center of the Litharian's chest. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,564 | 1,307 | 40 | 863 | 380 | The Wolkar grunted as he felt his knee collide with his opponent's, retracting the blade into his gauntlet as he was body slammed by Reaper to force him back. However, his jetpack sprung to life and the Wolkar let loose a rocket assisted punch right where Reaper's gut was located, aiming to hit with as much force as his suit could muster. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,565 | 1,307 | 41 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's growl was audible through his helm as his punch hit and dented the bulkhead. OK, less force, more speed and precision. He felt the overhead blow to his plating and was forced to one knee, balling up a fist and throwing a simple uppercut aimed right at his opponent's jaw. This was more focused on speed and less on force, likely only enough to kill or severely wound but would likely send him reeling. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,566 | 1,307 | 42 | 863 | 380 | Rennac was preparing a followup punch when he heard the INTCOM as well as what, well, wasn't quite what he was expecting, but was close enough nonetheless. "The underlined bit was more a jab at Karasis for nearly having the guards kill an unarmed diplomat, but close enough. This WHOLE thing might have been avoided if you were simply kind enough to answer when I was inquiring about the dataspike. Here I was thinking you were Klith and Reaper here was the traitor that helped him escape. Next time could you give me a bit of a heads up?"
The Wolkar gave Reaper a sheepish grin, figuring he would end up owing the Litharian an apology. "Sorry bout that by the way, but given the circumstances I figured you were the one who helped Klith. Mysterious dataspike, you wanting to keep it in the system, etc." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,567 | 1,307 | 43 | 863 | 380 | Rennac simply rolled his eyes and facepalmed at the spymaster's response, shaking his head as he did so. He was SO not doing another op like this unless he got all the details up front. He could imagine the master of eyes with a shit eating grin after seeing the two batter each other for no reason.
"Let me get this straight. You respond to my inquiries about the dataspike I suspected was planted by Klith's men, by using said dataspike to bypass my firewall protocols and talk suspiciously to Reaper with a voice modulator which would be EXACTLY how Klith would contact us if he ever chose to do so? You, good sir, have one fucked up sense of humor. If I didn't nearly kill and/or get killed by Reaper here, I would be saluting you." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,568 | 1,307 | 44 | 863 | 380 | Rennac shook his head in exasperation at the spymasters need to be hidden even from his own allies, muttering a bit to himself. As soon as the INTCOM went off the Wolkar promptly facepalmed a second time.
"That's it? Couldn't he have just said that and be done with it? And here I was hoping that there would be some vital Intel. Anyway, if this is the case then we'll need to change our tactics. There's gonna be slim to zero chance of a successful infiltration. Best shot we have is shock and awe unless you happen to have some top notch stealth gear. Another option is that one of us uses the ship to attack from overhead while the other gets Klith in the confusion. Suggestions?"
He saw the Librarians scowl and shook his head. "Listen, with all that cryptic crap I was practically certain you were Kliths accomplice and when I stated that you didn't even try to defend yourself. If the situation was reversed and I insisted on keeping the dataspike and was suddenly contacted through it in such a manner by who you suspected was Klith, you would have come to the same conclusion. If you were indeed the accomplice and you knew I was aware of that, then you would have either tried to kill me or escape to inform your boss I was coming. Now that Xilanthis FINALLY informed me the dataspike was his, it clears up any suspicion." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,569 | 1,307 | 45 | 863 | 380 | Rennac rolled his eyes and signed. "Then why would I also have a gun pointed at the terminal at the same time? I took that possibility into account. Based on your joined reactions I would decide to either shoot you or shoot both and destroy the terminal before he could verify I had shot the bulkhead next to you. Then we could have also had the element of surprise when he realizes i hadn't killed you as he suspected. Since you suddenly jolted the ship to try and throw me off, I made the sensible conclusion you were aiming to attack me. Instead of at least trying to show you were innocent, you attacked me. Even without the whole possible traitor scenario, I would act to deal with the threat. Typically when one is accused of treason, the reaction is pleading their innocence rather than attacking an ally."
As Reaper went off to the bunks he went to the cockpit, starting his analysis for possible spots the shipment of guns would have been delivered. Though at this point Rennac just wanted to find someone he could punch, burn, slice, blow up, or otherwise maim as his view on Litharians was overall growing lower. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,570 | 1,307 | 46 | 863 | 380 | Rennac sighed and shook his head. "True, he could SEE us at that moment, but his ability to do so was wired through the data spike in the terminal. Shooting that would cut off his control completely." The Wolkar let out a sigh of agitation and relaxed his shoulders, trying to get the tension out.
"Look, I'm sorry OK? Besides, it's not like Klith is the only one I expected to try and kill me. I take it you were not told about Karasis's actions during our first meeting? When he tried to make this just another bounty job and I told him I couldn't accept a bounty that had not been processed through the guild first, he decided to have the guards come in and threaten me. He had his guards ready to kill an unarmed diplomat, over some simple protocol I would have had to follow if he had his way.. From my understanding, you are partially under his command too. I don't know much about your honor code, but threatening one who comes unarmed as en envoy of peace is not the mark of a trustworthy society. The main reason I didn't simply walk away is because I have hope that people like Karasis do not make up the majority of your people."
He paused and gathered himself, finding a place to long quickly before he punched two sets of code into his datapad and handed it to Reaper. "This is the frequency to my comms gear. The one below that, is the master override code for my armor. With that you can cause my wrist rockets to detonate in the tubes, make my fuel tank rupture, even lock my armor and leave me to starve. You said you wanted trust? I'd say this is pretty damn trusting considering you kept me in the dark about that dataspike until just now. You could have told me about it from day 1. You could have told me about it when we left Shad-noir. Instead, you kept that from me, you hid a piece of what we would need to keep in touch with those who are helping us and look at what happened. I wouldn't have freaked out if I wasn't led on to think it was planted by Klith and considered it a threat to the mission that YOU insisted to keep. That on top of everything else, just made it a little difficult to trust you since I knew clearly have not been able to trust me since the start!"
Given everything the wolkar had seen about the ugly side of his people as well as all the secrets and lies, it was hard to blame him for having trouble thinking Reaper had been honest with him. Rennac had felt betrayed since the start, and it showed. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,571 | 1,307 | 47 | 863 | 380 | Rennac sighed and shook his head. "I do not believe you are without honor. Quite the contrary in fact. Even with this you show more honor than I dare to say a few of my allies within the guild. Given differing circumstances and more transparency, much of this would have turned out differently in my mind. I have merely seen instances of dishonor and noted them. It is my hope that those who showed those acts are in the vast minority. If I had believed your people as a whole to be without honor, I would never have accepted this mission and Ferran would be cutting ties with your people entirely for a time no less than a decade. I almost did after Karasis nearly had me killed in that council room. It was Xiranthis who turned me around and talked me into staying. He and the other council members showed me more than enough honor to redeem the actions of Karasis, even after he nearly had me killed. For a Wolkar to change his opinion of a race that had treated him so harshly during talks of peace is... well, lets just say this will be a first. Normally when we see a race as unable to work with others, we see something that would destroy us if we ever allowed them be among us. You have been honorable, even more so now that I know you too were unaware of what the dataspike was. Seems Xiranthis keeps his own men in the dark as much as he does his enemies.. I'm just used to having all the facts that my people have upfront, no surprises that could potentially get a group killed."
The wolkar went to a projector screen in the ship's lounge and brought up a hologram of the planet below, six red circles shown and a few smaller yellow ones coming up as well
"For now, we have a good half dozen man made landing zones to check. No beacons active so we'll need to eyeball it. Would say split up and cover more ground, but if Klith knows we're coming it would be foolish to walk into an ambush alone. Would recommend either sticking together in a loose formation or having one examine the area in the open while the other stays hidden closeby, but still in contact with silent radio checks. Though, there is still one question.."
Rennac sat silently down in one of the chairs nearby, removing his helmet with a pondering expression on his face.
"With what Klith knows, how serious is a threat to your people? I only ask this because we need to face the possibility he may escape if we go easy and use non-lethal methods. He has escaped once before, and he can likely do so again. I am all for having him on trial and publicly punished, but I am not comfortable doing so if it puts a planet of people in danger. You are a part of the covert soldier unit he was previously in charge of, and I need your honest opinion on this matter: Does Klith know enough to put your world and it's people in considerable danger? Is he too dangerous to try and take in alive?" | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,572 | 1,307 | 48 | 863 | 380 | The Wolkar's brow furrowed at the knowledge that this man had such knowledge that he could threaten not only his own race but that of every other star-system as well. Suddenly the scales were tipped in a way he had not anticipated.
"If this man is as dangerous as you say, then it is even more imperative that he not escape no matter the cost. I don't know how long you may have served under him or if you knew him personally. If it looks like he even has the slightest chance of escaping, we'll both need to take the shot. I am unsure whether your assignment was to bring him back strictly alive, but I know I cannot let a threat like that escape if it looks like he might. If it comes down to it, I hope you do not begrudge me for doing what I think is needed to save lives." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,573 | 1,307 | 49 | 863 | 380 | Virathus didn't even have to ponder the possibilities, "I'll never be seen on the planet. My systems allow me to run silent. Do what you will, but I'll hunt the bastard down. Try to not be afraid."
His armor was packed with a cloaking system that allowed him to phase out of visible range. Given the thick jungle, he would be a ghost in a land of invisibility. Though if Klith had half a brain he'd have sensors to look for Litharian cloaking. So hopefully the Wolkar could have the ability to draw sensors to himself. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,574 | 1,307 | 50 | 863 | 380 | Rennac snarled a bit at that insult. "I'm NOT afraid. I am merely running this smart. The closer we are to his location when he sees us, the less time he will have to escape. If we can capture him before his goons know we're there, even better. Actually... How arrogant would you say Klith is? Would he have intruders captured alive for interrogation and such? We could do a trojan horse and have him capture me. With your cloak you can likely slip in unnoticed while they bring me to him. We'll just need to turn the tables when we get the opportunity. Then again, this is all banking on the fact that he doesn't just have me killed on sight." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,575 | 1,307 | 51 | 863 | 380 | Rennac sighed and shook his head. "And here you keep focusing on the bounty hunter thing and nothing else. Guessing that title also blinds Litharians from also remembering I am the Alpha of the Shadowclaw clan as well as their representative on the council of Alphas, the chief supporter of the Natre-Dorme university, a chief strategic advisor for the Wolkar Sirius, and a top FERAL NEXT pilot. No, just throw all that out the window.."
The Wolkar muttered and grabbed his sniper blaster rifle from the back, slinging it across his back and landing the ship in a small clearing near their first suspected point.
"Keep cloaked and stay a good distance away from me while we search. Widened pattern will cover more ground and will keep you from getting caught in any traps they'll deploy against me since I'll still be visible. Use the comm codes to radio me directly so we wont give away each other's position." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,576 | 1,307 | 52 | 863 | 380 | Reaper was mistaken in thinking the Wolkar was only worried about traps. He was worried about the traps AND the soldiers that would come and attack him while he was pinned or immobilized. He drew both pistols and started up his visor's spectral scans, going through thermal and even motion tracking so he would still be aware of Reaper's position. Better to know your partner's angle when you came upon a set of enemies and figure which he would most easily be able to take.
He approached the first possible landing site, peeking up through the jungle brush to see if there was any activity. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,577 | 1,307 | 53 | 863 | 380 | Rennac likewise found nothing on his scans, his jetpack heating up as he opened up his comm. "Guess it's time to kick the hornet's nest. I see you on motion tracker. Gonna see if some fireworks doesn't get some attention."
He flew p into the air above the treeline, plenty high to be seen with ease as he brought his wrist up and took aim with the rocket. He fired into the middle of the man made landing zone, hoping to get some attention drawn to his location and see if there would be anyone firing on him that he could pummel and get info out of. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,578 | 1,307 | 54 | 863 | 380 | rennac remained airborn after his attack, putting his motion tracker on to see if there were any movement. There were a few cretures that had started to move away from the disturbance, though any enemies closing in were still outside of scanner range.
"Gonna give it a few minutes, see if they dispatch anyone. If not, this spot may be a dud. We can pack in and move to the next area." | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,579 | 1,307 | 55 | 863 | 380 | Rennac's eyes went right to the blips on his motion tracker, eyes widening in surprise as he saw the blips go from 10 to about 40 coming at all sides. He touched down onto the jungle floor, turning it off and revving his jetpack.
"Reaper, shut off thermals. It's gonna get hot and I don't wanna blind you from the sudden flare up. Look for where the smoke seems to shift oddly with nothing there."
He gave a second or two before he put his jetpack on full blast but no thrust, disengaging the thrusters and running only the fuel injector pumps to keep himself from flying off. This in turn creates a thick fog of smoke around the Wolkar that would show the manipulation from a cloaked figure walking through it. Wasteful. Yes. Effective. Hopefully. All else failed he could do sweeps with his flamethrower, figuring Litharian cloaking tech was probably not fire proof. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,580 | 1,307 | 56 | 863 | 380 | The dust he was kicking up wouldn't affect their thermals, but the smoke would. With a mental trigger he set his engines to be at just a bare simmer, spouting out plenty of exhaust to create a thick cloud. This in turn would flare up Reaper's sensors as well, but he did warn him to turn off his thermals. Once a thick enough blanket of smoke was made he cut his jetpack and ducked into the smoke, seeing if the Litharian traitors would try and venture in. If not, then he would need to give them reason to flee flee inside where he could remove the advantage from their cloaks. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,581 | 1,307 | 57 | 863 | 380 | Rennac blinked as he saw the rail shot go through what he assumed was one of their heads, the hyper-dense shot drilling a scorched hole through a nearby tree. He kept his head low as the blind shots flew by, cursing his luck as he saw the grenades. Grumbling to himself he re-ignited his jetpack and flew i the direction a few of the grenades had come from, flying full tilt out while also letting his flamethrowers loose on any in his general path. No matter ow expensive your cloaking device may be, it didn't help much when you were on fire. | Sorry, thought we put applications here. Removing |
48,582 | 1,308 | 0 | 274 | 1,459 | Her work was done for the evening, but Mari didn't feel like leaving the office. It was a feeling she couldn't describe. A kind of extra sense, like how she would imagine an animal felt about an approaching storm. Something was not right. The air felt tense.
Dr. Marisol Harrison shared an office space with another therapist who saw people during the day. She was the only doctor in the city that held sessions at night. It was a gamble that had paid off. Most of her clients were vampires like herself, with the odd human here and there. She was getting more human clients though, the word spreading about the lovely female therapist who made everyone feel at ease. One human male had said that being around her felt like a shot of morphine. Of course this was right before he had asked her out, which she had turned down.
It wasn't that she was against humans as some of her kind, mainly the glymera, were. But an interspecies relationship just did not work. Many had tried, very very few had succeeded. Especially once their nature was discovered. Some humans were lucky and could have their memories removed and go on with their lives.
The ones whose minds could not be cleansed?
Many sacrifices had been made for the protection of the race.
It had been a miracle of the Scribe Virgin that Gage had been nearby when she had gone into transition. If he hadn't, Mari surely would have died from either pain or starvation. It had almost been too late once he had found her.
Picking up her shoulder bag, Mari locked the office and walked down to the street. She had enough time to stop by the all-night Chinese place before heading home. She put her head down and walked fast. This side of town was not awesome to walk in during the day not to mention at night. But this was the cheapest office space her and the other therapist could afford right now.
It was near an alley that a sickly sweet smell hit her nose. Her body went rigid.
No...
That sweet smell... like baby powder... the scent of Lessers.
She was about to hurry past the alley when the sound of fighting and cries of pain made her stop. Peering around the corner, she spotted around five Lessers surrounding a male vampire, beating him and demanding answers about The Brotherhood.
The Brotherhood? Mari's breath caught at the thought of the large powerful warriors who helped protect the race. No civilian vampires knew much about them, where they lived, how to contact them. It was safer that way. Or at least it was supposed to be.
Mari cringed at the smell and appearance of the Lessers. Pale hair, pale eyes, thin bodies... once the Omega took their soul the former humans paled out gradually until no color was left on them. They were impotent as well, unable to taste or feel pleasure. The Omega was a cruel master.
They would kill that male when they were done with him. She had to do something.
Rushing into a group of Lessers was not smart. She would end up dying too after being beaten. Fumbling in her bag she pulled out her cellphone. Human police did not frighten the Lessers, but the threat of exposure and the red tape of the human legal system was enough to get them to leave. She was in the process of speaking to 911 when she was spotted. She screamed as two came towards her. She pulled out her pepper spray, knowing it would not stop them but would slow them down.
The male begged her to run but she stood her ground, spraying the Lessers that came at her right in the eyes with the blinding spray. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,583 | 1,308 | 1 | 2,732 | 5,726 | Lilia wouldn't sat that her day had been going very well. Her parents were off on vacation but she had started to feel slightly sick so she declined going. Her mother had offered to stay home with her but Lilia knew how much her mother had been looking forward to this trip to she put on a brave face and promised to check in every night. Besides, Lilia knew that it probably wasn't anything life threatening; she'd take some medicine and she would be good to go. But that didn't mean she wasn't feeling miserable. She had given up on getting any sleep and had decided she was going to go for a walk. Probably not the best time of day to be going for a walk but she was feeling restless and the house was beginning to feel too stuffy. Besides, she wasn't completely without protection; her mother made sure she carried her taser with her where ever she went. In was a habit now to double check that it was in her coat pocket. So she left the empty house and began walking in a random direction, though she made sure to remember what turns she made because she definitely didn't want to wander around aimlessly and end up getting lost.
Thankfully, she wasn't too lost in thought to miss the sudden scream that rang out. Lilia jumped, whirling in a circle as she tried to pinpoint the direction the noise had come from. Just up the street, barely able to be made out in the darkness, she saw figures scuffling. She edged closer and gasped when she picked out a woman amongst the group of attackers. Her hand jerked her phone out of her pocket and dialed 911 in the same movement. However, a monotone beeping was the only thing that reached her ears and she glanced at the screen, gritting her teeth when her phone read that it had no service. Now, of all times?! She took a deep breath, turning back to the woman being attacked as her hand pulled her taser from its resting place. She wasn't just going to stand by while some woman was being attacked, she had to help.
Repeating that over and over to herself like a mantra, the tiny young woman gripped her taser as she took another breath before she darted forward. She picked the one closest to her, jamming the taser prongs against their side and pressing the button to send electric volts through the figures body. | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female
Preferred Weapon: Don't let the size fool you; upset her and you'll receive a tongue-lashing of the century.
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through and she can become a feisty little thing with a tongue to match. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Short Bio: Lilia never knew her birth parents, she was told they died in a car accident. But she didn't let that get her down. She was adopted by a very loving family who took care of her. She was happy. When she discovered her love for art and painting, her parents supported her and even offered to pay for her to get into an art school. Lilia declined, determined to pay her own way. She worked hard, got a few part-time jobs. There times when life seemed to try and push her down but Lilia pushed back and eventually her hard-work paid off. She's now eagerly awaiting a response from her chosen art school where she submitted her application.
Theme Song: The Dark - Beth Crowley |
48,584 | 1,308 | 2 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous was strapped and ready to go out and look for a fight. He had such a horrible week and barely left the main estate. He put on his black leather jacket, black button down shirt, and his black jeans. He had a bullet proof jacket on underneath as well. People sometimes seem to over react in a dangerous spot. Once his boots were on he strapped his Katana across his back and holstered his 9mm on his hip under the jacket. He heard reports of a hotspot nearby and headed out in his BMW C230 Compressor to the location avoiding all main roads. As he was headed down one alley he saw something shocking. Lessers attacking a vampire. He pressed a button on his steering wheel. "Call Rhage and Zsadist." He said putting his blue tooth in his ear. He got out of the car running to the fight.
At first the fight appeared to be two vampires and one human trying to fight them off. He knew they did not stand a chance. They were clearly not warriors. He ran up to the lessers screaming out. “Hey you monsters.” He said loudly. “Why not come pick a fight with someone more powerful.” He said so to get the attention of them. As he got closer to the human he could tell he was very wrong about her. Damn…She is about to go through the change…He thought to himself. She probably doesn’t have a single clue either. I need to keep her safe. He thought to himself as he pulled out his sword to be able to get rid of these damn creatures. She was taking a Taser to one of them. He could not let her get to close to them. “Back off.” He yelled to the girl taking the sword and stabbing it through the lesser closest to her in the chest with a single thrust. He used his other hand to grab her and start to run back away from them. “Go to my car and stay in there. Don’t leave.” He said knowing they would try to go after her knowing how weak she was. He did not want them to use her as a target. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
48,585 | 1,308 | 3 | 274 | 1,459 | Rhage
The music was pumping like a heartbeat outside the club. A large figure in black leaned against the wall. When you wanted to find out info or hear gossip, the human hotspot of alcohol and depravity was the place to go. Rhage wasn't going to pretend that he didn't appreciate the pieces of cloth that passed for clothing on the decent looking women. He didn't have to taste their blood to know that they were filled with disease. Just because vampires could not catch human diseases did not mean he wanted to taste the foul stuff in their blood.
And there were more then a few human women, and a man or two, eyeing the impressive figure. Rhage had the air of a predator that called to the baser instincts of humans, either desire or fear.
His stomach rumbled and his mind started thinking about a large pizza or four. And if the guys wanted any they could get their own damn pizza.
He pulled out his phone to call Noah, the Doggen of the Brotherhood mansion, to make the old man happy by asking him to cook him up some pizza, when his phone buzzed with a call from Vischous. Rhage swore. How come that bastard always found the action first?
Waving a woman he was certain was a prostitute away and ignoring her downcast expression, Rhage got into the Escalade and drove towards his Brother's GPS location, a huge grin on his face. Time for some fun...
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Marisol
She cursed inwardly the moment the scream left her lips. The call to the police had been to scare off the Lessers, not actually draw attention. Her bag fell as the Lesser reached for her through the haze of pepper spray, snarling at her in anger. The smell was horrendous.
Then things went from bad to worse. A human female joined in the fray. What the hell? This was all they needed. A human getting involved and getting herself killed or worse.
"Get out of here!" she called to the female as a sudden dangerous presence made her head turn towards the end of the alley where a car had just driven up. A large male clad in black came forward, rescuing the human female and attacking the Lessers.
Mari's eyes were wide in shock. It was one of them! One of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. She had never actually seen one before!
A cold hand grabbed at her neck and she instinctively bit down. Hard.
Black blood surged into her mouth and she gagged from the sludge-like taste. Going to her knees, she spat the nasty blood onto the ground. Her bag flew open, the contents scattering.
The civilian male had run away the moment the Brother had shown up and the Lessers had turned to attack the Brother, the object of their search. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,586 | 1,308 | 4 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist needed a fight but the lessers didn't seem to want to accommodate him. He growled low in his throat. If he didn't fight he was going to have to do something he didn't want to do. His demons were hounding him. And there was only one way to quiet them. Well two but the second one wasn't happening ever again. Pain he could handle. But touch. That brought back too many memories.
Fortunately his dark thoughts were interpreted by a call from V. Thank the Scribe Virgin he thought. He held his phone tight as he used V's voice to telephoto from his side of the town to where his brother had found a fight for him to join. He pocketed his phone as soon as his shitkickers hit the ground. He pulled out his knives with a wicked grin. One that looked all the scarier because of his scar. "Thanks for the invite."
He ran to the nearest lesser. He didn't bother to look around. If there were humans around his brothers could deal with them. He wasn't good with people. They tended to be afraid of him before he even had a chance to speak. So it was better to focus his attention on the enemy. He shoved his knives into the nearest lesser. Who happened to have grabbed a female. Zsadist barely noticed the woman. He shouldered her back."Get out of here!" He growled. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,587 | 1,308 | 5 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni stood on the porch of her home watching the forest with intent watching for large movement. There had been a warning out for Lesser's and she had her fathers shot gun by her leg and her switch blade was in her hand. She switched it in and out with a flick of her wrist. Juni heard foot steps and her head turned to see a familiar friendly friends.
He smiled brightly."I see you are well prepared."
"I have to Michel or else I would be shamin' my father." She says a bit of a accent coming out. Juni turned her head and watched the forest listening to it instead of her friends footsteps.
"Oh, I see." She heard a sound of gun clicking and turned her head with a smile. Michel stood there with a rifle with a wide smile and stood leaning against the other pillar on the farm house."Good thing father had given me the rifle huh?"
"Yeah, it is." Juni says with a smirk before returning to the forest. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looks over to see her father."Hi papa."
"Are they here yet?" Sam asks grabbing his shotgun.
"Not yet." Michel says.
"Jun-bug you get inside." He says to the woman. When she went to speak he gave her a look that made her be quiet. He kisses the top of her head.
Juni jogs over to Michel and gives him a side hug before rushing inside closing the iron door behind her with a sigh. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,588 | 1,308 | 6 | 274 | 1,459 | Marisol
Out of nowhere another Brother appeared, but this one... this one was different.
His face... his face was scarred... he had the tattoos of a blood slave on his wrists and neck. Who could have made a Brother a blood slave? Blood slaves had finally been banned nearly a hundred years before so this was not recent. He was just as big and strong as the first Brother but there was a quality about him that made him terrifying. She felt afraid of this Brother.
She was brought from her musings by a hand in her hair. The Lesser she had bitten had hoisted her up by her hair and snarled into her face. "Damn leech!" he snapped at her before slamming her back against a wall, knocking the wind from her. He took her phone from her hand. The dispatch woman was still yelling at Marisol, trying to get a location from her to send patrol cars. The Lesser crunched the phone into his fist, dropping the broken pieces before dragging her by her hair along the ground. Mari's hands went to the top of her head, as though she could stop the pain somehow by clutching her head. She screamed again, kicking wildly.
The Lesser picked up the gun he had dropped and pointed it to her forehead. "Say goodnight bitch."
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Rhage
Rhage drove up and parked along the street. There were sounds of a scuffle going on. He swore harshly. They were too far into the city for him to let the Beast out. He would have to be careful and keep his emotions under control-
His attention snapped as a scent in the air made the male in him snarl. A female.
A female close to transition.
Shit. There went controlling himself.
The thought of a female in such a state being attacked by Lessers had his eyes turned white. A sign the Beast was fighting to get out. Rhage closed his eyes, his fists clenched so tightly on the steering wheel the thing made noise in protest and his knuckles were white. He could not lose it here. He could NOT lose it here. His mind told him to get the hell away, but his instincts to protect a female were going into overdrive.
So he did the only thing he could. Trusting his Brothers to take care of things, Rhage dematerialized to the open country out near the Brotherhood mansion. There, in the forest, he let loose.
The Beast broke free in a blast of blinding white light. The creature, looking like a mixture of a tiger and a dragon, roared loudly to the sky and started to run, searching for anything to tear apart. Unfortunately some mountain lions were unlucky enough to be found in his path. They didn't last more than a breath as he ripped them to shreds like paper. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,589 | 1,308 | 7 | 2,732 | 5,726 | Lilia quickly realized she was way in over her head. Two men seemed to come from thin air and one of them had a...sword? What kind of person carried that around in the middle of the night?! Lilia backed away, eyes wide as her head whipped from each person. This...As much as she wanted to help, this was too much for her. Hands shaking but still tightly gripped around her taser, she continued to back away. Get in his car, why in the world would she get into the car of a man she's never meet before?! Nope, she was going home and she was going home right now! She suddenly winced, hand lifting up to cup her mouth as a whimper escaped her. She began to shake, feeling like her body had been lit ablaze. She tried to stumble away from the scene but before she could take more than two steps, she was hit by a pain unlike anything she's ever felt before. Her legs crumpled beneath her and she bounced against the pavement, legs curling to her chest in the fetal position as her mouth opened in a silent scream, vocal cords locked up tight from the agony her body was currently experiencing.
She felt like she was being burned alive and ripped apart all at the same time. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she shuddered, curling up tighter into herself. | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female
Preferred Weapon: Don't let the size fool you; upset her and you'll receive a tongue-lashing of the century.
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through and she can become a feisty little thing with a tongue to match. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Short Bio: Lilia never knew her birth parents, she was told they died in a car accident. But she didn't let that get her down. She was adopted by a very loving family who took care of her. She was happy. When she discovered her love for art and painting, her parents supported her and even offered to pay for her to get into an art school. Lilia declined, determined to pay her own way. She worked hard, got a few part-time jobs. There times when life seemed to try and push her down but Lilia pushed back and eventually her hard-work paid off. She's now eagerly awaiting a response from her chosen art school where she submitted her application.
Theme Song: The Dark - Beth Crowley |
48,590 | 1,308 | 8 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist growled under his hreath. The lesser had somehow slip by him and grabbed the female. Which irritated him. Lessers were not supposed to get past him. He took off after the lessers. He flinched at the sight of the lesser dragging the woman along. He couldn't let the woman distract him. He need to get her out of here. They were going attract attention if he didn't end this soon. It didn't take long for his long legs to eat up the distance between him and the lesser.
"Goodnight Bitch." He growled as he stabbed the lesser in the back. He flinched as the black blood touched his skin. He had that stuff. He cleaned his hand on the lesser's shirt before offering his hand to the woman. He doubted she would take it. Between his scars and golden eyes he wasn't the sort to encourage trust. Unfortunately for the female ye was the only one around. So if she wanted a hand up she would gave to accept his. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,591 | 1,308 | 9 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous stabbed two or three more lessers as he felt something was horribly wrong. He turned to see the vampire girl was about to go through the change too fast. "Shit... We have to get her out of here." He screamed out to Zsadist. "She needs help and so does she." He said pointing to the other female that was bitten by the lesser. He killed two more lessers as he went over picking up the woman as she was in the fetal position. "I am going to help you. Please just remain calm. If you worry and stress it hurts worse." He said running to his car and put her in the passenger seat. He hoped she would let him help her. He didn't want to fight her to help through the change. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
48,592 | 1,308 | 10 | 2,670 | 151 | A roar had caught the two male vampires attention as well as the female inside. Juni stared wide eyed at the forest before curiosity over came her fear. Looking out at her father and best-friend who had heard something else and went running. Juni felt her heart beating really fast when she heard yelling.
She flipped out her blade when she heard whispers. Then pale figures came into the view of the front windows which Juni quickly hid behind a wall and listened as they opened the door. The woman peaks from behind the walk and her eyes widen when she see's her best-friend kneeling there. She went to move to help him but Michel shook his head and the tears began to rise in Juni's eyes watching the Lesser's drag her much bigger and dead father into the house. Covering her mouth with her free hand she watched Michel who had a hard look in his eyes but when he looked at her he mouthed one word. "Backdoor".
"Search the house there was one more with them." A lesser spoke. Grunts were heard and then footsteps making Juni panic a bit before looking at the back screen door." Last time. Where is she?"
"Long gone asshole."
Juni held her own breath when she heard the cut of flesh and a thud. Michel is dead, Her papa is dead and she was on her own in a house full of lesser's. She can't let those death's go to vain she quickly made her way to the back door quietly looking back she saw the body's holding in her cries she slipped out the door. Running fast as possible she went to find help to get her fathers Farm back that is until she heard yelling.
Juniper stops listening it was lesser's they were hunting for her. Trying to throw them off she ran in different directions in circles before running away when the yelling got louder. She finally stopped thinking what was the point? Juni felt her heart aching when her father and Michel came into her mind. She sat down on a log and waited for the lesser's to come find her. She wasn't going down without a fight but she knew she wasn't the fastest runner. Juni switched out her blade and let those pent up tears fall but didn't make a noise. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,593 | 1,308 | 11 | 274 | 1,459 | Marisol
Marisol closed her eyes. But the shot never came.
"Goodnight bitch," a harsh voice said before the sound of metal piercing through flesh was heard. Mari opened her eyes as the Lesser fell to the side, the large scarred Brother standing over her. He extended his hand.
For a few moments all Mari could do was stare. He was powerful. He was enormous.
He was... magnificent. Like an avenging angel from human lore.
As the thoughts crossed her mind she shoved them away. The Brothers were not magnificent, they were terrifying. Stories of their ruthlessness abounded amongst the race. They were not heroes, they were warriors. A necessary evil for the protection of the race.
But he was offering to help her up. The gesture was unexpected but she wasn't about to scoff at his offer. Unlike the glymera, civilian vampires such as herself did not feel that others were beneath their aristocratic bloodlines.
She took his hand, noticing how her own was shaking. She was dirty, her clothes rumpled, black blood on her mouth still. She wiped it away with her other hand that was equally shaking. "That stuff tastes like shit," she said, the light swear as bad as her language got.
Terrifying as he was, his golden eyes caught and held her attention. She realized she was staring but couldn't help it. She never thought she would even see a Brother, let alone make contact with one.
Swallowing hard past her suddenly dry throat, she managed to stammer out, "Th-thank you."
A random thought in the back of her mind wondered if they ever got thanked for what they did.
The one Lesser left alive from the encounter disappeared into the night. Marisol finally broke the contact to search for her bag. She gathered the papers that had scattered, files of her clients, and a few other odds and ends along with the pieces of her destroyed cellphone. It was when she searched for her wallet that she gasped in alarm.
"My wallet! It's gone!" she exclaimed. All of her information was in there. Her address, her driver's license, her bank card, her office ID...
Had the Lesser taken it?
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Rhage
The scent of a female had the Beast's head turning. Female... and the scent of fear... a scared female... and the sweet scent of Lessers...
With another bellowing roar the Beast took off in the direction of the female. He followed her scent and the scent of the Lessers, both getting closer.
He came upon the Lessers first but he could sense the female hiding nearby. They would find her soon.
Anger boiled inside as he attacked the enemies viscously. The Lessers never stood a chance. With screams of terror they were torn apart within minutes. The Beast kept attacking and ripping and biting until there were only black smears and torn bits of clothing where the Lessers had once stood. Black blood coated his fangs and mouth, dripping down his chest.
The Beast threw his head back and roared his victory. Then he began to scent the area, searching for the female he had sensed. Once he found her he snarled but didn't approach her. He stared hard at her, baring his teeth. Once the Beast was certain the female was unharmed a bright light engulfed the Beast and the area around him. Once it faded Rhage lay on the ground, completely naked and body contorted in pain. He was out cold and gasping for breath, his energy spent. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,594 | 1,308 | 12 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni's head snapped up hearing loud thuds then the sound of flesh tearing. Standing form where she sat she began to walk towards the noise before jumping back a bit. A loud roar sounded making her cover her ears and closing her eyes when she opened them she felt..scared and surprised. A best came out from the forest blood dripping from its mouth it was looking at her letting out a growl. This cause Juni to tremble a bit before a bright light blinded her.
When it had gone a man laid in front of her butt naked. Putting the switch blade away she slowly makes her way over to the man and instantly felt bad. His body was contorting in pain and he was gasping for breath she slowly kneels next to the male carefully.
"Shh." She whispers reaching out hesitantly touching the mans face. Deciding to forget the monster and the fact the man was naked Juni came around the male and put his arm around her shoulders."Lets get to the house." She says with a grunt thanking Mother that she had been raised carrying hay barrels and lifting heavy. Because she doubted that she could have at least dragged the man if she hadn't done that. After getting to her house her eyes widen seeing it burning. She drags the man towards the barn where she heard her horses whining. She puts him by a fence before rushing into the Barn. She started opening the gates letting the horses and cows out. She rushes back out side and taking the man back.
"Okay, plan B. The Shed has some clothes." She says going towards the gray shed by the barn. Once she opened the door she places the man down and sighs. Juni stood up going to a blue box and reaching in to get the clothes. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,595 | 1,308 | 13 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist was surprised by the woman's shaky thanks. In all of his long life he had never been thanked. Sometimes his brothers did but never him. The Brotherhood was seen as a necessary evil, and maybe they were. No one wanted toacknowledge them any more then they had to. In some way he was thankful for that attitude, although he thought his brothers deserved better.
He cursed under his breath when he saw the lesser run awsy. He thought about going after him until he noticed the woman was searching for something. When she announced her wallet was missing he closed his eyes and cursed again. He opened them and scanned the area. He was searching for signs of the wallet or his brothers. But Vischous was no where to be seen. He remembered the other warrior saying something about a female and transition. Which made him thankful he hadn't gotten stuck with that female. Still he was stuck with this one and he had to see her to safety since no one else was around.
"Looks like your coming with me sweetheart. Bike or phone?" He growled. Neither would be a pleasant experience for him but he couldn't leave her here. He put a hand on her shoulder to make sure she understood that running wasn't an option. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,596 | 1,308 | 14 | 274 | 1,459 | Rhage
Rhage was vaguely aware of someone trying to lift him up. He was solid muscle, but they were welcome to try.
Scenting the air he realized the being trying to heft him was a female. Instantly he groaned with the effort to bear most of his weight on himself and off of her. He still relied on her to steer him in the right direction though, since everything was currently spinning like a tilt-a-whirl at the carnival.
"Tell them I want off this ride," he mumbled incoherently, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to vomit. His next cohesive thought was that the sun was coming up. After a brief panic he realized it was just a house on fire.
Wait... that was bad... A house on fire was bad! His eyes struggled open and he took in the flames. Instinctively he moved his body, fighting the fatigue and pain, to shield the female at his side. It was then that another realization hit him.
He was very naked.
With a female.
That smelled very good.
Rhage groaned. Dammit to the seventh circle of hell. His Beast growled, the tattoo on his back shifting. "No damn you," he snarled through gritted teeth at the Beast. "You got me into this mess in the first place."
Once it dawned on him that he'd said that out loud he groaned again. "Sorry, wasn't talking to you I swear," he told the female in case there was a misunderstanding. "Clothes. Clothes sound awesome."
In the shed he found jeans, made for a smaller male, and a shirt, also made for a smaller male. Rhage's body was the huge warrior body of a Brother. Clothes shopping was difficult, especially for him since whenever his Beast came out his clothes got shredded. He ended up wrapping a large piece of canvas cloth around his waist.
Every movement was pain. He groaned and gritted his teeth. The smell of the female hit him again and he groaned for a different reason, but ruthlessly shoved it aside.
"Look... ah... I'm ah, sorry you had to see that," he told the female, pain lacing his voice. He peered out at the burning house. "You and your family can, ah... you can follow me. I'll see to it that you find a new place to stay... if Vischous and Zsadist don't kill me first," he added in a mumble. It had to have been the Lessers that did this. And even though he had devoured the bastards Rhage wished they were still alive just so he could kill them again. When would the assholes stop bringing civilians into this? If they wanted the Brotherhood, just come after the Brotherhood. It angered him that they snuck around and attacked innocents in order to draw out their enemies. It was cowardly and underhanded.
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Marisol
The male's growl made her jump, a small sound akin to a squeak escaping her throat. Coming with him? She didn't think so. He was a Brother. She didn't know him. Didn't know anything about him other than his status as a warrior. Heck no. On so many levels.
The words 'stranger danger' kept flashing like a neon sign in her mind as she stood up.
"N-no Warrior," she said, cursing her still shaking voice and form. It wasn't fear of the Brother that made her shake. Alright it wasn't only fear of the Brother that made her shake. It was the adrenaline and the fact that she had come so close to dying. "I am grateful for your help. But I s-shall not inconvenience you. I have a friend I can go to," she said, "if he's home," she added quietly. Gage and Will wouldn't mind her coming to their house for a few days. The gay vampire couple would baby her and feed her chocolate until she felt better.
Unsure of what else to do, she held her hand out to the Brother to shake his hand. His eyes were like molten gold. Despite the cool night air, Marisol felt herself growing warm under that molten stare. Her cheeks heated and she knew she was probably blushing, to her embarrassment.
The sound of sirens in the distance broke the moment and she strangely felt a brief moment of regret. She swallowed hard. "We'd better leave before the human authorities get here." | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,597 | 1,308 | 15 | 1,208 | 35,924 | You wish to put your friend in danger? Zsadist asked with a growl and a raised eyebrow. He knew they were running out of time. The last thing he needed was to be sighted by the cops. His appearance didn't exactly shout innocent. He didn't want to force her but he would if he had to. He couldn't allow her to put someone else in danger. The lesser might not search for her but until they knew for sure he wasn't letting her our of his sight.
"Bike or car sweetheart? I'm not leaving you alone." He asked her again. He was doing his best to ignore the way his body was reacting to her. He hadnt reacted to a female like this since his transition. He didn't like it at all. But he couldn't leave her until she was safe. He looked to the edge of the alley. Time was up. He would have to come back for his bike later. "Too late."He pulled his phone out and called the Doggen. When Noah picked up he used the open line to flash them to the Black Dagger mansion. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,598 | 1,308 | 16 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni had turned away from the man remaining silent as she sighed in relief. The man was nothing like the monster she saw just a matter of minutes ago. She heard him shift and groan before she turns seeing the male standing there he was trying to manage his pain she could tell by his face and his voice.
Juni lets out a chuckle"Oh no it's fine. I mean I've handled animals all my life. I mean they weren't huge badass 'holy shit a fucking dragon tiger thing' but still." She says letting out an awkward laugh. Before going quiet at the mention of family her face went stoic and she shakes her head as she spoke the truth that she had wanted to run from."I don't have anymore family..the lessers killed them all." She says she coughs wiping her tearing eyes. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,599 | 1,308 | 17 | 274 | 1,459 | Marisol
With a rush and a gasp Marisol found herself somewhere else entirely. In front of a mansion. With another gasp she jerked herself away from the large male. Her fear spiked and her shaking became more pronounced. "What... Where...?" she asked, looking around bewildered before her wide eyes met the male's golden ones again. "Why did you bring me here? I was fine. Let me leave," she said with far her bravado then she felt. This warrior could snap her in half without breaking a sweat. Probably with little effort expended at all, like how another would snap a toothpick. His arms looked like spun steel and his face... good Scribe Virgin his face looked almost
evil. The scar and the terrifying look in his hard eyes made him look positively wicked.
And she had just been basically kidnapped by him.
She couldn't calm herself down enough to materialize away. She backed away from the male like a cornered doe, putting some distance between herself and him. Tears threatened the spill from her eyes. "Please, just let me leave. I won't tell anyone I saw you or the other Brothers I swear by the Scribe Virgin. You will never see me again."
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Rhage
The female explained her family was gone. "Shit. That's... shit..." Rhage said, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm really sorry. I... ah... shit," he stammered. Female tears made him uncomfortable. He didn't know what to do with one that was crying. His only dealings with females had been quick service. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am kinda thing. The last time he had been around a female for any other reason had been when he had gotten his Beast from a VERY pissed off female who he never wanted to run into again. That the female was the Scribe Virgin herself made things... sticky, to say the least.
His hand moved without him giving it leave to, like it was moving on instinct. His large hand engulfed her shoulder. He had a fleeting thought that her hair was soft before clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Listen ah... might as well just say it. My name is Rhage. I am one of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. I'm not claiming to be the best example of a male of worth here but... I can't leave you out here. So come with me back to the Brotherhood Mansion. It's not far from here actually. You can stay there in safety for a few days until you figure out what to do. And I promise to remain clothed the whole time too, as an added bonus," he added with his signature playful grin.
His Brothers often got annoyed with Rhage because of his laid-back wise-cracking behavior. He was definitely the comic relief of the Brotherhood, but they also understood that there was a reason behind it. He hadn't always been this way. The mistakes of his past had cost him a high price. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,600 | 1,308 | 18 | 2,732 | 5,726 | Lilia didn't know how long she had laid there, it could have been a few minutes or a few hours. The fire racing through her veins occupied her mind so much that the passing of time was lost on her. All she knew was that she was hurting and she was scared because she didn't understand how or why. Had she been shot? Tased? She tried to process just what had happened but her mind was growing fuzzy, trying to protect itself from the agony she was experiencing. She was distantly aware that her mouth was burning as well, pressure over her two canines but that small pain was lost amidst the larger pain causing her body to shudder. She was vaguely aware of someone scooping her up but in her state she could do nothing but whimper as her hands unconsciously clung tightly to the shirt of the person carrying her. The words they spoke were lost, drowned out by the roaring in her ears. If she had been in a right state of mind she would have been flailing to escape the arms holding her. She was set down on a surface and she curled back up again, small cries escaping her as tears continued to stream down her cheeks. Just what in the hell was happening to her?! | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female
Preferred Weapon: Don't let the size fool you; upset her and you'll receive a tongue-lashing of the century.
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through and she can become a feisty little thing with a tongue to match. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Short Bio: Lilia never knew her birth parents, she was told they died in a car accident. But she didn't let that get her down. She was adopted by a very loving family who took care of her. She was happy. When she discovered her love for art and painting, her parents supported her and even offered to pay for her to get into an art school. Lilia declined, determined to pay her own way. She worked hard, got a few part-time jobs. There times when life seemed to try and push her down but Lilia pushed back and eventually her hard-work paid off. She's now eagerly awaiting a response from her chosen art school where she submitted her application.
Theme Song: The Dark - Beth Crowley |
48,601 | 1,308 | 19 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous could tell she was not going to make it to the mansion at this rate. He ripped his sleeve on his shirt and got in the drivers seat. He held his wrist out in front of her lips. "Don't question...do what you need to." He said knowing she would bite down and drink from him. That is the reason her body is on fire. "Drink now and it will get better." He said as he sped off in the car going as fast as he could with out drawing attention to them. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
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