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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:23 pm
Back round Story
It all started a few years back. Well truly it wasn't just a few years it was more like twenty. The truth is we really don't know how long ago the they came, but when they came isn't the problem, neither is who or rather what they are. The problem is they are here.
I would call them demons but that wouldn't be true. They can be killed, just like we can but that doesn't matter, they out number us seven to one. They fight better then most humans and they don't hunt alone. They are what many would call vampires, they are faster and stronger than any human. But as i said they do die, its not an easy fight. Their are a few ways to kill them, their hearts, yes hearts they have three one on each side of the chest and one in the middle of their stomach, but you have to get all three or they will just heal. The only other way to kill them is to drag them out into the sun light.
They feed on our blood. And they see us as cattle. They seem to treat us much the same they won't kill all of us off. After all we are their food, but they have no problem with keeping our numbers low. It doesn't help that any of us that are bitten be come their slaves, no better then zombies, and millions maybe more have fallen under this curse. Their is no turning back for them the only way to help them is to kill them, for even killing the vampire that controls them won't bring them back. Yes they regain their free will but they will never be human again.
When they first arrived we where at the peak of our existence, but now we have basically been dropped back to medieval technology, guns and ammunition are rare. And highly sought after. Most will kill an entire village for just one clip.
This is the end, your either with them, with us or on your own. And either way If your not going to defend your own kind I will kill you.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:26 pm
Name:
Age:
Race: (human or vampire)
Description:
Bio:
Weapons: (be realistic... hard i know... lol but weapons are rare so think along that line.)
Job: (ie vampire hunter. Ect... or something for the vampires if thats your race.)
Post your bio and go!!!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:35 pm
Name: Azriel
Age: 22
Race: Human.
Weapons: Combat knife, and an empty colt 45.
Job: Vampire Scouter.
Description: I stand six foot even, I only weight 140 pounds, but that really doesn't matter does it. I have medium length hair, it comes to just bellow my eyes its a dirty blond. My eyes are silver a family trait, my father and his father both had eyes like this. My left eye has a scare running through it. I should be blind it that eye but I was lucky. My entire body is covered in these things but what else can be expected when you have a job as fun as mine.
Bio: I was born a while ago, just before the invasion or so I'm told but that makes no difference. All I have in this world is the simple joy of hunting these ******** down. If I didn't do this I don't know what I would do. My entire child hood was nothing but running and hiding and I'm tired of running, I want to fight. This is my life, but this will also be my death I will die fighting these bastards there is no way around it. But I will take as many of them out as I can. My only true desire is to kill their leader.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:25 pm
[[ Name:Baiser
Age:25
Race: Human
Description:[[okay, for this can i post a picture or link to one? otherwise you could be reading this all day. if i can, here's the pic]]
Bio:He travels mostly by himself-spare for his two blades which are his only company. He spends his days roaming from place to place, killing most anything that gets in his way. Moving around in search of food and a place to stay the night but keeping away from large groups.
Weapons:He carries a pair of crudely crafted Japanese styled blades, they don't have any shimmer to them, just a dull, blood-hinted rust color, however, they are sharp enough to do whatever is needed of them. One is called Wednesday and the other is called Twinkle.
Job: Freelance survivalist.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:00 pm
Name: Kella
Age: 19
Race: Human
Description: pic
Bio: Kella was born almost right after they were invaded and taken over. The only reason she made it through her childhood was because her brother took such good care of her, after her mother died not long after giving birth to her; only two years later. Her father died protect her mother when she was pregnant with Kella. At seventeen, her brother was finding shelter and food for the both of them for almost ten years. Unfortunately, he too died to make sure that his little sister could continue on, and hopefully see the end of this chaos. Amazingly, she taught herself, since the age of twelve, to survive on her own. Normally, she would travel on her own; not wanting to make it any harder on the groups out there who already have to look after so many. And this is where she is now; alone and trying to survive, and taking down as many of the creatures as she can.
Weapons: She found a bow, and crafts the arrows herself. She also carries two small knifes with her aswell.
Job: Wanderer. Going wherever she sees fit, and killing whatever gets in her way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 9:58 pm
he sits by a fire made in the center of a large wal-mart that had been stripped for supplies many times over, he had found what he needed to last him the night though. Food, shelter, a place to sleep for once in a while, and a wet stone to sharpen his blades.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 12:41 pm
He remained there for a night, to get the rest he needed, then he was again, on the move. a small group of the bitten ones were close, so he readied his blades and struck. The bitten weren't much of a fight to anyone who'd lived this far in, but there was always a master watching you when they attacked, so he was careful not to use everything he had to kill them. "stupid ********>
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 10:19 pm
She walked through the streets of the city, her bow in hand as she kept her eyes open for any threats or possible supplies that could aid her. She thought she had heard the cries of the bitten not far off, but since they weren't too close, she didn't let it bother her much. Though, she did keep listening to them just incase they grew closer.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 11:22 pm
alphonse de masoch He remained there for a night, to get the rest he needed, then he was again, on the move. a small group of the bitten ones were close, so he readied his blades and struck. The bitten weren't much of a fight to anyone who'd lived this far in, but there was always a master watching you when they attacked, so he was careful not to use everything he had to kill them. "stupid ******** class="clear"> he moved outside, he wanted to fight, it was the most interesting thing he had left.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 4:59 pm
She kept walking until she spotted a dying seven-eleven. Even though she was almost positive there was nothing left, she headed in that direction none the less. She walked through the doors,the beep that used to ring whenever someone entered, never went off. The door closed behind her as she looked around inside.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:32 pm
alphonse de masoch alphonse de masoch He remained there for a night, to get the rest he needed, then he was again, on the move. a small group of the bitten ones were close, so he readied his blades and struck. The bitten weren't much of a fight to anyone who'd lived this far in, but there was always a master watching you when they attacked, so he was careful not to use everything he had to kill them. "stupid ******** class="clear"> He arched his back and shouted like a rabid dog, "Come at me you buck-toothed ********! Show me what you've got...."
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