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Sephirothsword117 Captain
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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 7:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 8:51 pm
Name: Adam McCloud.
Race: Half Fey. (Seelie.)
Age: 25.
Current Rank, Station: Federal Marshal/Vampire Executioner/Lycan Hunter.
Profession: Federal Marshal/Vampire Executioner/Lycan Hunter, Privet Investigator.
Powers/Ability's: He's extremely good looking (one minor thing aside.), but he doesn't have any glamor. He does have Preternatural Strength on par with Any Lycan or vampire, and the same goes for speed. Cold Iron still harms him, but no more then a normal human, and he’s more resilient to other kinds of damage then a normal human, thought he heals human slow. High Caliber Pyrokenetic.
Appearance: Bright Strawberry Blond hair, which he wears a little past his shoulders. Deep violet eyes that you can just sink into. Clear, clean shaven, skin. Fair, though not unhealthily so. He's athletically built, strong and hard, well defined muscles, but lean, so that he's mobile. The only thing that keeps him from having a body most people would consider a gods, is the fact that he's 5ft even.
Weapons/other gear: He keeps a Smith and Wesson .38 semi auto On a back holster, usually hidden either by him sitting down or wearing his ankle length trench coat. This one is loaded with silver rounds that have been blessed by a priest. There the new .32 caliber rounds, the ones that can be fired from .38 caliber weapons and damages like a .357. his are glaziered safety, so they wont go through the body or the wall. His weapon has an extended clip, so it get's 25 shots. 26 with one in the pipe. He also has a .22 caliber, 2 shot double action darenger, and a Smith an Wesson .38 caliber 5 shot revolver, double action, in an ankle holster. 2 knives on wrist sheaths, a mini-uzi and a Katana in his coat, and a Flash Bang Grenade, with several smoke and pepper gas bombs. He wears a suit of chain mail under his clothing, which he had made form the kind of steal used for tank armor, and had a Kevlar Nomack Bi weave strung into it. Then a Ceramic plate over his chest, with another one for his abominable, in sections, with plates of the same metal backing them, and the same bi weave in play. under this, is a suit lined with a special Ballistics gel, which greatly reduces force form blows and bludgeoning strikes. Between this and the same Kevlar Nomack weave in his coats lining and his preternatural ability's, he's hard to hurt. He keeps a full sized Uzi, a 30ought6, and a Magnum 500 with a target barrel, triple action, and a 7 shot modification, and a Naginata in and under his desk at work, a few WWII era Frag Grenades with and a another Full sized Uzi in his cars steering colome with a backup for his .38. and in the trunk, an AR15, An AK47, and a 12 gauge semi auto pump action self defense shot gun, along with a Ninja-to. At home, his Executioners kit includes a Second AK-47, a single round grenade launcher, A sawed off, 10 gauge, cylinder gun, a second Magnum 500, an M-14 rifle, a pair of Kama's, several more knives, and an Indian Flexible sword. Other gear includes your stander investigator stuff.
Affiliations: He’s a Federal Marshal, like all Vampire Hunters, and he’s a student of several well know combat Masters. He’s also affiliated loosely with the local Werebears, and on better terms with the local supernatural community then most, in his position.
Back story: He was born Half Faerie, with his ancestry is Something he tries not to advertise. He’s legal. His family has had Fey blood since before the French and Indian war. But he knows people are prejudice, and afraid of that which is different. Not to mention he’s sure they’ll be convinced his heritage will compromise his judgment. He’s studied Jeet Kun do since he was 4, and added a number of armed styles and other skills to the list. He has a masters degree, and has spent the last year or so setting up in a capacity of Legal executioner, and now he’s the only one with the kind of preternatural abilities the Were’s and Vamps have. He has a younger sister that also lives in the city. She’s 18, and currently the Ursa of the Local Werebears. (Which means she’s as if not more dangerous then him, but on the flip side, No one knows she’s a Werebear who’s not in the supernatural community.)
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Sephirothsword117 Captain
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silence10113 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:41 pm
Name: Arcadia McNealy
Race: ½ Dragon Lycanthrope, ½ Siren
Age: 22
Current Rank, Station: Tiamet of The Westerns (Local Weredragon flight.)
Profession: Has none.
Powers/Ability's: Has both the abilities of her lycanthrope form and siren. She has been training for as long as her brain could hold memory. Her father was all for making her fight to her full potential, but her mother was quite the opposite. Her mother was murdered when she was at the age of 15 by an unknown killer. Her father, the current leader, followed 3 years afterwards after going down an unstable road, and supposedly committed suicide there after.
Appearance: With black hair that reaches to her ankles, a single blue and single purple highlight in the front, and a body of a normal human, but what most would call…..bustier, she is truly a beauty to behold, or so she’s been told. She has Violet eyes that have seen too much, and at the same time, can be as gentle as her age, when she let’s them. Reaching a height of 6’5ft, she can usually be found in a long flowing dress, usually the color of black, and in black hiking boots. Her body has some markings down her chest to her thighs and around her arms, a deep blue color they are.
Weapons/other gear: Not one much for weapons, Arcadia usually fights hand to hand. She often carries a black bladed butterfly sword down her spine, and a French sword concealed in a long heavy, black umbrella she carry’s with her every where, just in case.
Affiliations: Has been known to talk to the police and hunters of the city, as she is known as a highly important being due to her father’s reputations. She, just as all leaders due, knows almost every important person in the preternatural community within her lands, and all the other leaders. She is also naturally affiliated with the local WereDragon flight as there leader.
Back story: Born of a mother Siren and a Father Dragon lycanthrope, Arcadia was often excluded from daily social lives, being considered two different because of her unique mixed heritage. She had been known as the McNealy Doll for she would just sit and look pretty. Her father took offense to this, he did not want his daughter to simply be known by her beauty, but also by her strength. He wanted people to fear her just as they had him. Her mother fully disagreed, she wanted a princess of a daughter, the prettiest in the lands! Her father had begun to train her vigorously as the years went on, pounding armed and unarmed melee combat into her. Her mother, wanting to keep some feminine aspects in her life, began to teach her songs that she could use as spells, and helped her study her siren heritage. Soon after, on her 15th birthday, her mother was murdered, and they never found who did it. Angered and heartbroken, her father searched for years but he couldn’t find a trace. Arcadia began to become colder and more distant as time went on, and her father could tell. Her greatest fear came to be 3 years later; she was alone in this world. Her father was hung, his limbs on the floor forming a bloody circle, his bowels hanging from his torn torso and his eyes gauged out. What was worse, she found him, and a suicide note on the door inside the room with him. With no one to run things, she had to become the Tiamet and take over the flight for her father. Many were angered that not even a pure blood would be leading them, and many attempts on her life, and challenges for her position came, but none ever succeeded.
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