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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:43 pm
 |Introduction|Rules|Races|Technology|Profile Skeleton|Accepted Profiles|IntroductionThe year was 2148 when three different viruses swept across the world. The first one, Nex-alica, killed two thirds of the worlds population, the hardest hit were China, America, and Russia, their large populations, and crowded cities contributing to the spread of the virus. Nex-alica killed it's victims almost instantly, and was confined to spreading through blood. But seeing as it's victims oozed blood from their bodies once they died, it was easy to spread, but also easy to contain once they figured out how it was spread.
Shortly after that virus, another one popped up, a mutant strain of Nex-alica called Victus-nex. This virus affected one third of the remaining population. At first it was thought to kill it's victims, but after the first victim got up and walked off her autopsy table, closing her own chest, and healing they soon realized that although the heart had stopped beating, and the victim no longer breathed they still were alive some how. The victims were nicknamed Vampires because of their resemblance to the fantasy creatures of the same name. They spread their virus by introducing their saliva to the victims blood stream, and also gained nutrience from human blood. Some 'Vampires' tried to go 'vegetarian' but the animal blood did not give them the same nutrience as human blood. They were deemed dangerous and the government tried to wipe them out, but short of exposing them to sunlight, setting them on fire, or beheading them all they were invincible. Some escaped this purging, and they kept in hiding until the perfect time to fight back, growing their numbers.
When that epidemic died down, another one rose up, different from the others Verto-lupus. This one affected a quarter of the population, but did not kill them. It transformed them into wolves. At first it was thought that this transformation was permanent, but three days later the victims were able to turn back into humans. During the first three days the victims did not know who they were, or anything other than their hunger for blood. They attacked in packs and were also deemed a danger to the human populace, and attacked. But like the Vampires these 'Werewolves' had healing capabilities, and could only be killed by decapitation, and silver, although silver was a slow death. Unlike their fairy-tale counter parts, these Werewolves would turn back into humans when silver was introduced into their blood stream, and would slowly kill them if the source was not removed quickly. Like the Vampires the virus was transferred through the saliva of an infected into a human's blood stream.
When the Werewolves were persecuted by the governments the vampires around the world welcomed them into their hiding places, their protection at night, for the Werewolves protection during the day.
One ambitious Vampire spoke of overthrowing the current governments, but needed a force capable of doing so. That's when the idea for a hybrid was born. This Vampire and his associates collected saliva from the slobbering dogs and started their experiments. It took many different attempts before they created the perfect soldier. These hybrids had all of the strengths of both races with none of the weaknesses, and were deadly loyal to whomever was there at their 'birth'. This way the vampires never had to worry about them turning on them. They would create a captain of a squad, and that one would go on to turn more who would be loyal to him. The Vampire, William, used his small army of Hybrids to take control of the Vampires, and Werewolves who shared his hiding place. Then he moved out and took over the government of England, proclaiming himself the King of England. When neighbouring countries tried to attack, he sent squads of his body guards to over throw the government, and would instate someone as the King or Queen of the country. Soon the Vampires were in control of the world, with William being the ruler of the world, and so it would stay, for they are immortal. The Werewolves were placed one rung below the Vampires, being the rulers of cities, and such. And hte humans were forced into the working class, they did all of the manual labour, were fed and kept alive by their masters.
The year is now 2250, over 100 years have passed since the reshaping of the world, all of the humans who remembered it are long dead, and the rest were born into this world, remembering only stories of freedom before. But as always there are people who aren't happy with the way the world is run, whether it be humans who a sick of being 'slaves', or ambitious Werewolves that want more power, or kind Vampires that don't approve of the treatment of those below them, someone wants change, and will try to make it happen.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:49 pm
|Introduction|Rules|Races|Technology|Profile Skeleton|Accepted Profiles|Rules1. I am God, listen to me, if I don't like the way you're acting, I will kill you off.
2. No god-modding, each race has their weaknesses, you are no exception.
3. If too many people are being Hybrids, I will put a limit on them.
4. PM your profile to me, and don't start posting until I've posted your profile.
5. Have fun.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:14 pm
|Introduction|Rules|Races|Technology|Profile Skeleton|Accepted Profiles|RacesVampires
Vampires are 'undead' they have no pulse, and require no air to survive, meaning they can 'live' underwater if they choose. The only thing they require to survive is human blood, and the only things that can kill them are direct sunlight, fire, and beheading. They have extreme strength, immortality, extreme speed, and telepathic abilities between eachother. The closer they are 'bloodrelated' the stronger the telepathic link. They are immortal, and have healing capabilities with no limit. When they are new Vampires they have difficulty controling their thrist for human blood, and tend to go on killing sprees if exposed to human flesh.Werewolves
Werewolves are humans that can turn into large wolves that can walk on their hind legs. When they are in their wolf form they can communicate telepathically with others of their pack, but they also have less control over their actions, and act more on instinct then thought. They too have increased strength, and immortality, but they are more agile than their Vampire counterparts. Like wolves they consume raw meat, and perfer the human variety. Their weaknesses consist of beheading and silver, the latter forces them to change back into human and slowly kills them. Also when they are new Werewolves they have no control over their transformations, or themselves when they are in wolf form. They are able to heal all wounds, even ones made by silver weapons, but those take longer to heal, and leave scars.Hybrids
Hybrids are a mix of Vampires and Werewolves. Hybrids take days to make, and thus there aren't very many in existance compared to the Werewolves, or Vampires. Whoever is there at their 'birth' they pledge their life to and will do whatever this person says, and will protect their life until their death. The only thing that can stop a Hybrid is to remove their head and burn both the head and the body seperately. If a head and it's body are near eachother at any point they will rejoin, and the Hybrid will go on a killing spree until it kills the person who killed them, or is recalled by their master. They are strong, fast, agile, immortal, and have telepathic abilities. Hybrids have two forms, one is a human looking form with bluish grey skin, bright blue eyes, and wolf ears and tail. They average at 7 feet tall. The second form is similar to Werewolves wolf form with a few differences, they have bright silver stripes down their spine that reflect the moonlight, they are larger, and have more human looking faces.Humans
The humans of this new world are no different the ones of now. They vary in strength, height, and intelligence, although most of the ones that are still alive are the cunning and the strong, for they have survived. When they are young they go to school and learn everything one would learn in elementary school, but then the intelligent are weeded out and sent on to learn more and eventually end up in a job such as engineer or doctor, where as the stupid do the manual labour like building, and garbage collection. The intelligent are treated better because they are needed, but if they start to get too cocky they 'disappear'.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:27 pm
|Introduction|Rules|Races|Technology|Profile Skeleton|Accepted Profiles|TechnologyIn the years between now and when this roleplay takes place technology has been advanced. Laptops have lost the need for screens, having holographic projectors instead, and roll up keyboards and CPU's, meaning laptops now can fit in your pocket. Every human is implanted with a chip at their birth in their forearm. This chip holds all of their personal information, like name, address, and birthdate, and all of their bank accounts as well, so if you don't have a chip, you don't have money. This advancement also brought new crime, people would steal other peoples chips to gain their money, so the technology was advanced further, the chip is connected to the persons nervous system, and if it is disconnected from it for more than three seconds it will self destruct.
As for combat technology, it took an odd turn in 2078 during the War of Africa, when the US wanted to take Africa as a colony of their own for the resources, the poverty stricken civilians had only bladed weapons to fight back with, and so they did, assassin style. They would sneak into the American camps at night and kill as many soldiers as possible before being killed. The government of Africa saw how affective and cheap this was and supplied the civilians with deadly sharp blades. Armies world wide adopted this blades when the Vampires and Werewolves arrived on the scene. The arrival of the immortals also started the creation of silver and UV bullets, both of which are still made by the immortals themselves, incase one of them turns on the other. They still use normal bullets, but have created more accurate guns, with longer ranges, that have more power behind them. Although weapons aren't necessary because the world is at peace...for now.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:32 pm
|Introduction|Rules|Races|Technology|Profile Skeleton|Accepted Profiles|Profile SkeletonPM to me before posting.
[b]Gaian Name:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b] ((Do not make one up))
[b]Age:[/b] ((Be reasonable, Vampires and Werewolves have only been around for 102 years, so they can't be 300. Also humans don't live to be very old because of the hard life, unless they are a techy that is needed, or a pet of an Immortal.))
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] ((Picture, or description. Try to match what I have set out.))
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Skills:[/b] ((For humans more than for the Immortals, but put what you're good at here.))
[b]Weapons:[/b] ((Immortals only, unless you're a "Freedom Fighter"))
[b]Other:[/b] ((Anything that doesn't fit into the other categories.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:34 pm
|Introduction|Rules|Races|Technology|Profile Skeleton|Accepted Profiles|Accepted ProfilesVampires
Gaian Name: IamSTRANGE
Name: Lillith Bradley
Race: Vampire
Age: 122, but looks 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Since she's taken over the castle she enjoys wearing gothic clothing, but still has her jeans and t-shirts from when she was a human. When fighting she wears a body suit made from a new material that is bullet proof, but breathable, light-weight, and flexible.
Bio: Lillith was the very first Vampire, and she will never forget the day of her transformation. It was her 20th birthday and she was out with some friends, hitting the town, she started feeling weird halfway through the night, and ended up collapsing at 11 in a club. She was rushed to the hospital where she was pronounced dead. They knew it wasn't the Nex-alica virus because blood was not oozing from her body, so they preformed an autopsy at the request of her parents. She had been dead for eight hours when they started the autopsy, and they had cut her open, and cracked her ribs open when she opened her eyes. Pain shot through her body as her brain registered what had happened to her, she let out a blood curdling screach, that caused the Pathologist to run out of the room, which saved their lives. When she was able to think through the pain she closed her rib cage, instictively knowing she'd heal. Once her chest closed up she walked out of the morge, looking for food, and headed towards home. On the way she killed four people, accidentally turning one of them when she was chased off after biting him, she left him to bleed in an alleyway. When she got home she killed her parents while they slept, not knowing what she was doing. She slept in her bed that night, and awoke to intense burning sensation in her right arm when the sunlight streamed in through her window. Screaming she ran through the house to the basement where she hid in the shadows nursing her burnt arm that is scarred to this day. She slept away the day and when she awoke she was more aware of what had happened, and wept for her parents, disgusted with herself she wanted to die, but when she stood on the bridge, ready to plunge, to what she thought would be her death, the guy she turned showed up, having found her through the link. William needed her guidance, he was confused, and her being the older one had to help him out, plus he convinced her that this was a gift, not a curse. Together they spread the virus throughout the city of London before they were chased out.
While in hiding, once again William convinced Lillith that they should raise an army, so they would slip into nearby towns and steal people away in the night, some to eat, others to turn. Not being a ruler herself, Lillith allowed William to take control of their 'Covenant' and just enjoyed the wealth and power that came with being the Sire of the King.
Since the overthrow Lillith has been content living in Williams summer castle on the West coast of England, off of St. Brides Bay in a small town called Druidston. She lives with a few other Vampiric nobles and is revered in Vampire society as The First, having more authority than William, although she rarely uses it. She has a small body guard of Hybrids, a birthday gift from William, and the castle is guarded by a small army of Werewolves that she personally controls. She also keeps a small contingent of Human slaves within the castle to do the cleaning, and anything else she requires.
Skills: Before Lillith was turned she was going to school to become a Forensic Scientist, so she has a wide knowledge of chemicals, and the human anatomy, this information helped William create the Hybrids. She is a skilled rider, and although horses are slower than her, she still enjoys the creatures, and hopes one day to create another hybrid creature, this time creating a horse as fast and strong as a Werewolf or Vampire, with it's healing capabilities. Since she turned she's learned to use a gun, and a variety of bladed weapons.
Weapons: Two pistols kept on either hip, a selection of silver knives kept in a belt, and a long sword, with it's sheath on her back.
Other: Although Lillith keeps slaves, and has a Werewolf army she cares for them, and tries to treat them like equals, but if they disobey her she will be forced to punish them.
Gaian Name: IamSTRANGE
Name: William Hale
Race: Vampire
Age: 127 but looks 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: William stands at 6 feet tall, with shoulder length brown hair, and emerald green eyes. He has a very muscular body, not just the result of his transformation, but also from years of street fighting. He has a very calm looking face, although when he gets angry, his eyes glow red, and can cause even the highest trained soldier quake in his boots. He tends to wear suits now that he is the King of the world, but it isn't below him to wear armor, or jeans.
Bio: Before Lillith turned him, William was the child of a rich and powerful business man, and just like every other rich kid, he was bored with what he had. At night he would take to the streets and partake in street fights for money. It wasn't that he needed the money, he just enjoyed the act of over powering those weaker than him. He was soon known throughout the under ground of London as the best fighter around, and it wasn't long before fighters from around the world would come to pit themselves against him. It was after one such fight that he ran into Lillith. He was on his way home after beating a Swedish guy twice his size, his pocket full of the 3 grand he won from the fight, when he was dragged into an alleyway by Lillith, the petite girl managing to over power him. He tried to give her his money but she dug her teeth into his neck instead. At first it hurt a lot, but then the pain gave way to this odd calm feeling. His legs started to give out and he was about to collapse on to her when she ran away. He collapsed in the alley, and heard people muttering about how sad that was that she had killed another. He tried to say that he was still alive, but nothing came out of his mouth. When he awoke it was midday and he felt different, hungry, powerful, and fast. He tried to walk out on to the street, but when he stepped out into the sun intense pain radiated through his body so he backed up into the alley way, waiting for the sun to go down. This gave him time to think through the hunger, and allowed him to pick his targets carefully when he could go out hunting. He felt something tugging at his brain and followed it to Lillith standing on a bridge. He convinced her down, and together they took over the world.
Skills: Charismatic leader, and an amazing hand to hand combatant.
Weapons: He never saw the need for any weapons other than his hands.
Other: He killed his family before he was kicked out of London, not because he was hungry, but because he wanted to. William is a ruthless killer and will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
Gaian Name: Pointy Bugger
Name: Richard Morgan
Race: Vampire
Age: 120 (but looks 27)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio: Rich has been a vampire for 93 years. He was bitten by Lillith back when she and a man had been spreading the virus throughout London. She ran off before he knew what was happening. When he tried to continue home to bandage himself up, he realized he was losing too much blood to make it. He stumbled off balanced into an alley way and from what he knows, bled to death. When he awoke, it was night, and no one had found him yet. Confused, he started to stumble home, when he saw a homeless person, and a bloodlust washed over him. It took him a while to understand what he was. He woke up the next morning to head to work, only to discover the burn of sunlight on his shoulders. His teaching career was over. That night, he went to drink at a bar, and brought a woman home. The next morning she was dead in his bed. At first he moved away from humanity, and fed off the livestock of farmers. It never seemed to fulfill him enough. Then, as time passed and more vampires came into the world, he learned to love the taste of human blood. He made a new life for himself. One in which he could enjoy the pleasures of power and success.
Skills: As a previous geography teacher, he is very talented at working his way around in the wild. It’s proved to be the easiest get away from large mobs. He has mastered his skills with a pistol, and can hit about anything with the slightest flick of a glance.
Weapons: A Beretta 92 pistol that he took from a police officer he killed.
Other: Rich has gained a lot through his years, but he can still feel the suction of his own blood leaving his body back when a woman turned him. It’s been on his mind for the last 93 years. She was beautiful, deadly, and cunning. He’ll do anything to find her, and gets closer every year through the link.
Gaian Name: MacTavishW3
Name: Declan Blake
Race: Vampire
Age: 95
Gender: Male
Appearance: Declan appears to be in his mid 30s. he is tall and slim with long, jet black hair tamed in a ponytail. He usually wears a simple yet well made black business suit.
Bio: Declan Blake was a promising rising-star politician who was turned just days after his 36th birthday. For years he lived in fear and shame, persecuted by the government he once served and uable to control his ravenous vampiric tendancies. When the Vamps took over, however, Declan got himself involved in the political side of things, hoping that he could help to bring about a society where Immortals and humans could live together in peace. However, he quickly discovered that the supremist autocracy that Lillith and her puppet William were perpetuating would never allow such a thing to happen. Disollusioned and disappointed, Declan and his bodyguard, a silent, burly werewolf named Jackson left London and joined the RAB's political wing. Declan and Jackson were among the lucky few who survived the Extermination campaign and during the 12 years since has risin to become the political leader of the RAB. He has not yet revealed himself as such, but he knows the time is drawing near where he will not be allowed to wait any longer.
Skills: Declan's primary skills are his knack for diplomicy and negotiation. He does have self defense training however and is more than capable of protecting himself.
Weapons: Declan carries a simple 9mm pistol. He prefers not to fight, but he realizes that it is necessary given the times.
Other: Declan has on occasion found himself at odds with the military leadership of the RAB. He would prefer to take power with as little blood spilt as possible, but he realizes that the elimination of Lillith and William will most likely be necessary in order to secure a transition.WerewolvesGaian Name: Si_Valael
Name: Martain Bandie, but now goes by the alias Shyr Whitefang
Race: Werewolf
Age: 118, but looks 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: In human form Shyr is just under five and a half feet with broad shoulders and solid legs. Every inch of his body is covered in toned muscle to the point of maximum strength without loosing flexibility or being weighed down. He has white hair with a hint of silver, caused by a strange birth defect, and piercing ice blue eyes set upon a lean face. His canine teeth are large, even for a member of his race but do not cause his cheeks or lips to bulge out because of their size, and his ears come to a point, a product of careful partial transformation that took years to perfect.
Now a career soldier, Shyr is almost always seen wearing his combat uniform which consists of flack vest and pants, both usually in a night camo motif of black and greys. The material is both bullet proof and stretchy to the point that it can accommodate the change in size when he changes forms. He wears nothing on his feet,arms or head as experience has taught him that any additional protection only slows him down.
His wolf form, contrary to most, gives him only a moderate increase in body mass. However, what the smaller wolf form lacks in proportional strength it gets additional speed and agility in return.
Bio: Martin was born a child of Canadian parents before the coming of the three plagues. His family had a proud heritage of military service so it came to no surprise that he was subjected to a great deal of war stories and taught a variety of military strategies used in the past by multiple generations of his family. Aspiring to meet and even exceed his family's expectations Martin enrolled in multiple martial arts and made sure to attend each and every hunting expedition the males of his family went on. By the age of twelve he was already becoming a crack shot with a rifle and was gaining renown in the martial arts. At the age of seventeen he won the Canadian nationals for mixed martial arts and was selected to represent Canada at the world championships in Germany. It was while he was there that the virus's struck. The first virus claimed the lives of both his parents.
Stuck in Germany by the world wide panic, Martin took to wondering the streets at night every now and again to clear his mind. It was on one such evening he was attacked by a freshly infected werewolf looking for sustenance. It took all of his skill and strength to fend off his assailant but in the resulting struggle the werewolf managed to bite him on the leg, the virus soon taking hold and when mixed by blood loss caused him to loose consciousness. He awoke three days later in the mountains near the town he had been staying in, with only nightmarish memories of the carnage he had caused during his wolf form rampage. He could feel the changes that had happened to his body, and especially his mind. The calm and even slightly shy personality of Martin Bandie was no more, the feral persona having taken its place causing him to rename himself Shyr Whitefang. For a day he contemplated the chaos of the world and the loss of his family. He knew only the strong would survive this new world, so he set out to ensure he would be at the top of the power chain. With his powerful senses Shyr tracked down the scents of the surviving martial artists still in the town. One by one he made what used to be his competition his allies, his pack. Between their power and his considerable knowledge of warfare they were able to survive until the vampiric reformation.
By this point Shyr's pack, Clan Whitefang after their leader, were one of the most recognized military units of the world. As such they were offered the position of leading the personal army of The First. Shyr's instincts told him it was a sure step to ensure survival for his pack, so graciously he accepted, now serving as a Knight in service to Bradley.
Skills: A true warrior, almost all of Shyr's skills lie in the realm of combat. He is proficient with most fire arms, bladed weapons, and knows several different forms of hand to hand combat including one of his own design. Stemming from his combat skills is an ability to read body language, detect when someone is lying (through a mix of sense of smell and body language reading), and is one of the best trackers alive.
Weapons: Shyr carries a high powered 40 caliber assault rifle with scope (capable of using armor piercing rounds as well as normal rounds), two high powered pistols worn on his hips, and a broad sword (warn in a sheath built into his flack vest, in between his back and the inside of the vest) made of a Neo-carbon and steel composite that while heavier than conventional steel it is stronger and can cut through steel and concrete.
Other: While Shyr is small in stature he no less has a presence of that of a far larger man. He is both imposing and threatening. While on the outside he seems very animal like, under the surface he can be very cold and calculating when the time calls for it.
Gaian Name: Tilain
Name: Alec Logan
Race: Werewolf
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio: Alec was the average teen, angst ridden, confused, just wanted to fit in,and just like spending time with his friends. After a particularity hectic night at a local nightclub the then 17 year old Alec contracted the disease(from whom he's never revealed). He arrived home feeling dizzy and stomach sick, feeling like there was something growing inside him. Crawling into his room on hands and knees he started to notice hairs quickly growing out of his hands. His body writhing in pain as muscles swelled and the transformation took place. His mother worried about him came to check up on him, only to find his enraged uncontrollable wolf form. She didn't stand a chance. Several days later he was startled awake in a back alley by the loud scream of police sirens. His shirt utterly destroyed and the taste of copper in his mouth. Trying to remember what happened he walks back to his home. Only to find the source of the wailing sirens. The upper windows splattered with a dried crusty looking looking copper colored liquid. Running to the nearest police officer he asks what happened. To be informed that the inhabitants had been slaughtered. Joking that whatever happened somebody had a feast. Suddenly his memories for the last 3 days rushed back to him. Pouncing on his own mother and ferociously devouring her shoulder, the rest of his family members hearing the awful noise and came running to their doom . The guards deducing that it was this kid that had transformed( the shredded clothes and all) they begin asking him questions like “hey kid, ever thought of becoming a police officer?” assuring him that what he'd done was good. Not believing what he was hearing, with tears in his eyes he turned and ran away. Never looking back vowing to never cause harm to come to humans.
Skills: Archery, Short blade combat, Computer hacking
Weapons: Staff,Compound bow, Feral Form Hybrids
Gaian Name: IamSTRANGE
Name: Edmund
Race: Hybrid
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Appearance:
((With bluish grey skin, and blue eyes))
When transformed into a wolf he is covered in metallic blue fur, like his hair, with grey patches on his ears, over his left eye, and on three paws. His armor grows with him when he transforms.
Bio: Edmund was created 52 years ago, when he opened his eyes for the first time, he saw the beautiful Lillith and swore to protect her as long as he lived. Since then he has been at her side day and night, protecting her from all dangers outside the castle, and within.
Skills: Edmund is a skilled swordsman, and has deadly accuracy with all firearms. He has a telepathic link with Lillith that allows him to know how she is if he isn't with her. He also has strong intuition about people that has allowed him to save Lillith from assassination attempts many times.
Weapons: Two swords on his back, two pistols on his hips, another on his thigh, a collection of knives hidden about his body, then he also can use his teeth and claws.
Other: Has never trusted William.Humans
Gaian Name: stainthedane
Name: Erica
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Bio: Erica grew up with her parents in a small village. One summer night a group of Vampires rode in and destroyed their village, taking hostages with them. Erica’s parents were killed in the invasion, and a vampire by the name of Lillith Bradley noticed young Erica. To Erica’s terror, the vampress rode up and stopped infront of her. As she began to dismount, Erica ran for it, but the vampire was far too fast, and snatched her, taking her away to be her slave.
It’s been many years since her kidnapping, and Erica has become accustomed to her new life. She can’t even remember her parents. She now serves as an Erotic Dancer, entertaining any moment the vampire pleases. It is all she seems to know now, and she is happy to be fed well and taken care off. But she seemed to grow up with a lust for mischief and attitude.
Skills: Floor Dancing, Pole dancing, Lap dancing, Contortion, Anything that pleases her Master.
Gaian Name: MacTavishW3
Name: Captain Rory "Gregs" MacGregor
Race: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rory is tall with a lean, yet muscular build. He has untidy brown hair and a pair of long sideburns. As a member of the RAB (Resistance Army of Britain), he wears a composite combat uniform derived from personal items and equipment stolen from the Immortals' military. This consists of a pair of sturdy combat boots; combat trousers done in an urban camo pattern; a black t-shirt that has the Scottish National flag on the chest with "Scotland the Brave" written underneath; a flak vest; standard combat webbing; black, fingerless gloves; and a plaid, woolen Highland bonnet.
Bio: Rory was born in Inverness, Scotland, to impoverished parents that were members of the Resistance Army of Britain.
The RAB, affectionately referred to as "The Rab" or "The Rabble" by it's members, was formed within months of William and Lillith's takeover. It's founding members were primarily human, but there were also a small number of vampires and warewolves sympathetic to their cause. The stated goal of the RAB is to overthrow the Immortal Autocracy in Britain and replace it with a democracy in which humans and immortals can co-exist. While a nation-wide organization, the RAB is not so much an organized army as a loose alliance of self-contained militias based out of the well-hidden shanty towns where the last pockets of free humans (and immortal outcasts) live.
When Rory was just ten years old, the Immortals enacted their most destructive campaign against the RAB to date, wiping out it's military and political leadership and enslaving most of the free humans. Rory's parents were killed and he fell into the care of his Uncle Aaron, one of the few who escaped and eventually formed the new leadership of the RAB. For 12 years after the Extermination, as the Immortals referred to it, Aaron and the others lay low while working to reform the RAB. They procured better equipment (secretly provided by wealthy, sympathetic Immortals), they worked to maintain better communication between the different cells, and they began training soldiers as young as 14 to take the fight to the vampires when the time was right. Now, Aaron MacGregor and the rest of the RAB leadership believe that they are ready to make their strike, and Rory MacGregor is ready and willing to fight.
Skills: Rory is a skilled hand to hand combattant and a ferocious "street brawler". He does not belive in fighting fair, especially since even the undead are not immune to a swift boot below the belt! He is also an adept marksman and, as with all soldiers of the RAB, knowledgeible in the weaknesses of vampires and warewlves. All the better to defeat them.
Weapons: Rory carries: a 7.63x51mm bore assault rifle with an optic scope and a grenade launcher attachment; a 38 calibre semiautomatic pistol; a series of silver-laced fragmentation grenades; a silver combat knife/bayonet; and a silver-bladed basket hilted highland broadsword that he wears slung across his back.
Other: Like most members of the resistance Rory has no chip. Some have never had one implanted, while others have theirs carefully removed. The chips were discarded when it was deemed that they were too easy to track.
Gaian Name: Captain Dragoon
Name: Erin Ezekiel Smith
Race: Human
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: A heavy set man, 6'1" tall, spiky dark brown hair, with a thick red beard. Always dresses in dark, practical clothing such as navy jeans and a dark brown trench coat, or DPM since the virus began to take over humanity. Always wears black steel-toe capped boots. In short, a typical grunt, a manual worker.
Bio: A New Zealand native, but of Irish descent. His family has long been manual workers, and have usually worked in the steel industry, but since the viruses started taking over, taking half of his family tree (mostly long-seperated great uncles and aunts by the time he was born) with it, his family's skills as metal workers were put to greater (and more profitable) use--privately designing silver based weapons and munitions for tackling the werewolves and selling them on a black market for people desperate for defense against the new monsters in the dark. Erin was born into this same business, lacking the arithmetic and literary skills to work in anything else. In this, he was lucky, as working with metal is his passion. He lost his mother when he was a teenager to hunting werewolves, and has a hatred for them as great as anyone's. In his 20's he took hand-to-hand combat classes, then in his later 20's, learnt how to use a blade. Into his early 30's, he started taking shooting classes, and after he completed his course, was immediately ambushed by a recruiter for the "NZSDF", or "New Zealand Special Defence Force". He joined up on the promise that he could "take out as many vamp's and mangy mutts as possible." He now works as an armer, munitions supplier and grunt soldier for the army. He has a short fuse, and no patience for politics or other things he considers to be total wastes of time and effort when there are monsters to kill. He's also obsessed with Japanese-style swordsmithing and metal working, and uses a lot of their techniques in his work, but his skill is far from perfect. He lives with a surviving sister and father.
Skills: Gun use and maintenance, metal working, basic knife combat skills
Weapons: Beretta 92FS modifed for silver, Teflon-coated rounds, a daisho mounting made of a silver, steel and titanium alloy.
Gaian Name: FSummoner
Name: Tennyson
Race: Human
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: Between his bronze colored skin, his flowing golden hair and his emerald to amber color shifting eyes he's not some one that is easily forgotten. He wears blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a blue trench coat and a pair of black army boots. He also has a small tattoo above his right ear identifying him as the commander of the 45th recon division of an army that was never deployed.
Bio: Brought up is a secret north arctic base Tennyson was raised by renegade vamps to be a soldier. These vamps were scientists, creating stronger, faster, smarter humans for their army through genetic manipulation. It was thought that a stronger faster human would stand more of a chance against a werewolf in a fight, long enough maybe for one of his friends to take it down without him getting to seriously hurt, or bitten. Not to mention a smarter human could find holes in an enemies defense that it's creator might overlook. They were trained to be soldiers from their first moment of self awareness, learning military tactics and survival instincts before they could talk. Martial arts training and other such combat training was taught as soon as they had enough motor control to perform the necessary actions. Soon they were split into teams and pitted against each other for specific goals, learning to use their strengths to their best advantage. Later they were pitted against vamps in teams, first as a test of their abilities to take one down and later as training. They learned that when in close proximity to a vamp (approximately 30 meters), one of these humans could hear the psychic emanations of the vamp and if close enough could even hear their immediate thoughts (within a foot distance). Extensive testing was conducted on this phenomenon but nothing conclusive was discerned other than a higher than average brain activity in all subjects tested and that solid objects made no difference in the effectiveness. Tennyson was once standing against a wall where he knew a vamp was on the other side. Listening to the mental voice of his 'enemy' he punched a concussion grenade through the plaster, startling the vamp enough for the rest of his squad to rush in and 'take it down'. At the age of 19 the base was set to flame so to speak. A strike force had pinned down the position of the base and attacked. The fighting was fierce leaving only Tennyson and his small squad had made it through the night, escaping to the forest outside the last of the strike force, disoriented and exhausted had wandered out into the sun to burn away into ash. Not knowing anything of the 'blood' feuds Tennyson and his meager squad fled throughout the day and the subsequent blizzard not knowing if this new found enemy would come back. Only 2 others from his squad made it through the storm with him, Daniel and Allie his two best friends. The next night the vamps came back to figure out what had happened to their strike team. Seeing no tracks away from the buildings they assumed that no one had survived, even a vamp covered in snow would still have burned to ash making any escape during the day impossible. Years later Tennyson and his friends made their way to England, using old technology for transportation and fish to supplement their diets for the journey across the sea. They were eager to find the superiors to the vamps that they had previously served, their only pause being the feral beasts that the vamps used as guards were something they had never seen before.
Skills: A long range marksman and accomplished at espionage Tennyson was commander of a recon division before it was destroyed. He is also an expert hacker, finding his way through electronic locks that were previously thought to be impossible. As an expert tracker he is able to read tracks up to 3 days old, any more than that and if it's a vamp he'll most likely loose the trail before he finding the vamp.
Weapons: His main weapon being a rifle he runs around with a 308 rifle with custom inlay.Rifle picture He also carries with him a .45 Caliber HK Mark 23 hand gun for it's reliability and power.Pistol picture Besides his two fire arms he carries a folded steel katana made especially for him by one of the few remaining masters. He hides this down the back of his trench coat along with a specialized knife set for extra close combat. Last of all he wears vanguards underneath his trench coat just in case traditional dogging and blocking doesn't prove good enough.
Other: He loves kittens and bunnies, although most people don't know this. He is very good with animals and at one point had a wolf companion after he saved it from death. His top possible speed when sprinting was 100km/h, much slower than a werewolf at a long distance run but it gave him enough agility when fighting close combat to be a real threat.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 12:26 am
"We are each our own devil,"Lilliths heels made a loud resounding sound in the large entry way of the castle, which was the opposite of her companions, whose soft footfalls were barely noticed by even the sharpest ears of the group. Lillith was currently wearing her riding attire which consisted of tight leather pants, a blood red corset with black detailing, an airy black blouse, a cloak, and high heeled boots. She was heading out for a midnight ride along the coast, with her body guard, 7 Hybrids, all dedicated to her, and her only. Her body guard was split pretty evenly when it came to gender. There was four males, and three females, the first three female Hybrids ever created. William speculated what would happen if the Hybrids were allowed to reproduce, but it hadn't happened yet, so they didn't know. The guard all wore an assortment of body armor and comfortable clothing, not expecting an attack, but still prepared in case.
The reached the large wooden doors that were guarded by a pair of Werewolves. The men saluted Lillith and opened the doors for her, their strength compensating for the lack of mechanism. The cool night air rushed in and swirled Lillith's cloak and hair about her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the smells that the air brought in with it. It was a beautiful night. She walked through the open doors and headed over to the stables that were just off to the right, the familiar scent of horse flesh reached her nose and she felt at home. Lillith headed right to her horses stall, a large black stallion, 18 hands tall, and strong enough to pull logs, but fast enough to make the Hybrids run. He tossed his head, sick of staying in his stall. Lillith giggled at him and turned to the small human that had appeared at her side. "Fetch his tack" she said to the timid female, who ran off to the tack room. "Tsk, not supposed to run in a barn. Stupid human."
Once the human brought Lilliths tack she mistakenly asked if the Vampire wanted her to tack the horse. Lillith just glared at the human before she cowered off into a corner. The First saddled and bridled her horse and then lead him out into the courtyard. The animal was so happy to be out of his stall that he was prancing as she walked him. He stood still only long enough for Lillith to mount, and then he was prancing again. With an expert hand Lillith directed the horse to the gates, and the Werewolves on guard saluted her before opening them. Once the gates were open Midnight took off at a gallop, and the Hybrids had to sprint to catch up. Once they reached Lillith they slowed to a slow run, and kept an eye open as they tore through the forest on the way to the coast. Lillith was laughing as her stallion lept over logs and dodged around trees. She didn't even bother trying to control him, he knew where they were going, and she was enjoying herself.
Lillith rode up and down the coast for two hours before heading back to the castle, longing for the luxuries that came with the large building. Lillith trotted Midnight through the gates and up to the stable, this time her usual stable hand was there, the only human she trusted to touch her horse. Over the past 102 years she had grown to distrust the weak creatures that she used to be. She enjoyed being a Vampire more each day, especially as her power grew daily. She now could talk to any Vampire no matter how far away they were, William used this to keep in contact with the rest of the rulers. Dismounting Midnight she handed the reins to the male human and headed up the steps to the castle. The doors swung open before her and she walked through them without even looking at the men who opened them for her. Two other female Vampires were lounging in the entrance hall, and the rose at her entrance. Rushing to her side the chattered about how beautiful she was, and that she should take a suitor. Lillith just laughed at them. There was no male out there, of any race, that could keep up her. She had her collection of lovers, and that was all she needed. As she reached the top of the stairs the two Vampires flowed away from her, annoyed by her lack of conversation, and Lillith headed for her rooms.
Lilliths rooms made up a third of the top floor of the castle, and she used every inch of them. She had her entry hall for meeting people, her sitting room for her friends, and reading, her living room for her tv, and video games. There was the sleeping quarters of her body guard. A small kitchen for her breakfast, and a bathroom. Her sleeping quarters, and her slaves rooms off of that.
Walking through the entry hall she kicked off her boots, and padded silently into her bedroom where she removed the rest of her clothing. Two of her body guards had posted themselves outside of her rooms, two more stood guard outside her bedroom door, two went into their rooms to get some rest, not that they really needed it, and one followed her into her room. Edmund stood at Lilliths door waiting for orders, his expression didn't change at all at her stripping, he was used to it. "O stop being so stiff Edmund." Lillith said at his tense body posture, then laughed lightly. "Unless of course, you're stiff in the pants." Lillith closed the distance between herself and her head body guard. She pressed her body against his, and slid her hand down his pants to feel his erect p***s.
After a few moments of teasing the Hybrid she giggled and skipped over to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt, then she opened her underwear drawer. "What should I wear today?" Lillith asked Edmund who had slunk up behind her.
"The pink thong, and your 'cleavage' bra." He said in his matter-of-fact voice.
"You're so boring." Lillith said as she pulled out the underwear he had mentioned. Slipping into the clothes she had picked she headed over to the door on the opposite side of her bed. Pulling out a key that she wore on a chain around her neck she unlocked the door and headed in. The room housed 5 humans, three females, and 2 males. Lillith's personal slaves. Although they were slaves they had nice living quarters, she didn't want them dirty. They slept on actual beds, had their own bathing room, and were fed regularily. The only thing that told a casual observer that these were slaves and not free people was the collars around their necks, and the chains that connected them to their beds. There was one particular slave Lillith was here for. Although she liked to check up on them regularily to make sure they were taken care of, she favoured one right now, and that was the most recent addition to her collection, Ericka. Lillith walked over to the young girls bed and unlocked her chain. Grabbing a hold of it like a leash, she led the girl out of the room, and into her own bedroom. She locked the chain to a bolt in the floor and told Ericka to dance. "And we make this world our hell."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 1:39 am
Erica was sitting, staring at a small spider that was crawling along the edge of the room, when the door suddenly opened. Her gaze locked onto Lillith as she entered the room and came straight towards her, holding a key. Her eyes dropped as Lillith got close and unlocked her chain. Following her master, she entered the bedroom and was ordered to dance.
She closed her eyes, nodded her head down, and began rotating her hips in figure eights. As she continued, she began to fall into a deeper trance with it, and her whole body would sway with the movement. Her neck began to move, rotating her head allowing it to smoothly sway in a slight figure eight motion as well. Her fingers began to explore the feel of her skin; down her neck and collar, over her metal bra, flattening her hand over the tight length of her stomach, until it reached her studded belt. Both hands moved along her belt line, until they wandered further, favouring the thighs. With her hands on her thighs she bent forward, allowing her head to droop, and all her hair fall forward. Still moving her hips in sexy figure eights, her hands stroked up and down her thighs.
Then she lifted her head with a quick flip of her hair, and gently opened her eyes, looking down towards the base of the bed. Her eyes then flicked up towards Lillith, and she bagan to straighten her body again. Her hips began rotating in circles, and her movements gradually became faster. She would rub her hands over her breasts, up to the back of her head, raising her hair, and bring them back down to her thighs to swoop down and come back up again. After keeping direct eye contact with Lillith for a while, she turns around, and begins doing the same routine, only this time she spend more time with her knees slightly bent, her butt sticking outward, rotating and swaying just as smoothly as the rest of her body.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 10:47 am
Shyr and his men move swiftly through the forests of eastern England, their movements so fast and silent that they would appear only as shadowy blurs to any human onlooker. As the forest begins to thin they begin to catch glimpses of the large castle, the home of the one they serve. It takes only a minute or two before they near the large steel fence surrounding the castle. However instead of heading for the gate they charge straight towards the nearest part of the fence. With a mighty leap Shyr clears the spiked crest and lands with a dull thud on the grass beyond. Without looking back he waits for the sounds of the rest of his unit to land behind him. As he waits he catches a curse of one of the younger members, Elija, as he snags his arm on one of the spikes. Glancing back over his shoulder at the brown haired man he gives him a glare of warning, his cold eyes almost shining in the moon light. "You’re slipping Elijah, perhaps if you spent more time training and less time chasing those vampire twins you'd be up to snuff." His voice emerges as a growl turning what might have been a playful jest into a dire warning against future failure.
Rising to his feet he begins walking towards the main doors to the castle. He keeps his stride long and kept the swagger out of his step that so many werewolves loved to indulge in. As he approaches the double doors the werewolves standing guard there move to salute and open the heavy wooden panels. However, before they finish the salute Shyr growls menacingly at them causing them to freeze in place. "Servant scum..." Shyr grumbles more to himself than anyone else. These werewolves had been raised by the vampires to be servants and protectors, not warriors. In Shyr's eyes they were a disgrace to the species and he rarely, if ever, accepted help from them. Instead he places a palm on each door and gives them a shove with his powerful muscles. The effort barely causes him to break his stride as he continues through the archway and into the entrance hall. Shyr stops for a moment inside, the feel of the cold stone refreshing to his bare feet. Rolling his head back slightly he lets out a loud growl, almost approximating a roar, his way of announcing his return to the rest of the castle. Lowing his head once more he gives a quick growl and the men behind him snap up into two columns with Shyr at the front. With that he beings marching them towards their barracks in the southern wing of the castle. (Right wing if you’re looking at the main gates from outside) As they pass by the same vampires that were annoying The First Shyr makes an ever so quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Elijah was keeping his eyes forward instead of on the women, no matter how alluring they may be dressed.
Reaching the door to the squad's barracks Shyr opens the door and stands to the side allowing the rest of them to enter before him. As they pass each one bows their head in respect, the motion slightly angled to the side and excess hair brushed aside to expose their neck in a sign of fealty. The display, even after more than sixty years of operating together still brought a smile to Shyr's lips as he had never once demanded it of them nor taught them the motion. The action proved that they were in touch with their instincts and not shunning or seeking to restrain them. As the last of the darkly clad wolves enter the room Shyr follows her in and closes the door behind them. Standing inside the room he gazes around slowly at the spartan room. It has no amenities besides the necessary ones. Bunk beds line the walls, each with a foot locker for personal possessions at its foot. The wall on the inside of the bunks were lined with metal racks for the storing of weapons and other combat gear. At each end of the long room is various workout gear, and at the center a circle twenty feet in diameter was laid out in white paint. The paint itself was marred by scratches and cracks from the fights it the circle often contained. While these were usually of a training nature there were also challenges of succession or honour that took place there. All told the room could house and support fifty werewolf soldiers which made up the entirety of his clan.
As his squad disperses back to their bunks a large brown haired werewolf strides up towards him. He was Shyr's second in command, Rufus, a name the man refused to give up despite Shyr's suggestions that he choose a more intimidating name. Rufus was a solidly built wolf, sometimes flirting with a level of muscle that Shyr found unacceptable as it began to impede movement. Not surprisingly Rufus relied on his strength to get him out of most combat situations, but he was also smart, very smart which allowed him to claim and hold the Beta position in his pack.
"How'd the hunt go?" The husky voiced Rufus asked. Shyr shrugs in response, the movement exagerated to allow a crack from his stiff shoulder.
"They were defiantly at least semi-professional, covering their tracks fairly well and using the landscape to their advantage. They might have gotten away if humans had been chasing them, or maybe some of the slave-wolves. Unfortunately for them we were the ones hunting them." Shyr gives Rufus a predatory smile, one that exposed his sizable canines. "Once we caught up with them they fell quickly enough. Though they were a little tough on their way down." Raising a hand to his mouth he uses the nail on his index finger to mime picking a left over piece of food out of his teeth, the motion causing Rufus to issue a bark of laughter.
"So what do you think of this though, it's been the third raid in a month. Do you think a revolution is in the works?" Rufus asks, keeping his voice quiet enough that only Shyr would hear, the overall din from the rest of the wolves concealing the duo's voices from the clan's sensitive hearing.
Shyr considers his words for a moment. "I wouldn't jump to conclusions... But, in the interest of survival I want you to work up some large action drills. If it does happen we're going to be ready. Beyond that I'll leave it to our most illustrate host to worry about her little kingdom. Speaking of whom, I should go deliver my report before she goes to bed for the day." With that he nods to Rufus and hands him his assault rifle, Rufus in turn makes the same nod as the others before turning and calling out for the pack Gammas while Shyr exits the room.
Shyr makes his way through the castle with his signature speed and silence however he is sure never to look like his is rushing. Casual speed he had come to call it, Let my potential enemies wonder if I'm fast while walking casually how fast will I be moving when I come for your throat. Ascending the stairs he soon comes face to face with the two hybrids posted outside her chambers. These beings he knew to be capable warriors on par with himself and therefore in his books afforded them some measure of respect. However, it was their over caution and stiffness that caused him to despise them sometimes. They made him wait a lot, and he hated waiting.
As he approaches they motion for him to stop, but before they can ask his business he cuts them off, his arms now folded across his chest. "I'm here to report to the Mistress, get out of my way." The hybrids share a glance before they nod in unison and open the door to allow him access. Their ability to act in sync with one another still made him shiver slightly; it just wasn't natural to him even for a telepathic species.
Once inside the Mistress's living quarters all he had to do was follow the fresh sent of her perfume towards her bedchamber door. He smelt the next two hybrids before he saw them as he turned the corner towards her chambers. Sighing he begins to speak even before he nears them. "I'm here to report, don't bother stopping me I'm not in the mood." His words come out a borderline threatening growl. One of the hybrids goes still for a few seconds as he advances. Probably communicating with that b*****d Edmund.. Just as Shyr hits a few paces from the door one of the Hybrids nods and opens the door for him allowing Shyr to enter without changing his pace any.
The Alpha comes to a stop a few steps into the room. He does not salute nor show any sign of fealty as his eyes fall upon the Vampire on the massive bed in front of him. While for some not paying homage to The First might have been like signing your death warrant, Shyr knew that theirs was a give and take relationship on both sides. He and his pack were the best, and that afforded him some prividges.
While he had noticed both Edmund and the dancing slave girl when entering the room he paid little attention to them, keeping his gaze on the vampire. "I bring good news, M'lady. We hunted down those responsible for the attacks on the farms of Branigan, Edhurst and Short. They were dealt with quickly, a brief interrogation of the survivors of the initial assault revealed that they were a disgruntled family clan of Irish decent. They were acting alone. After we got this information we left none alive." As he delivers the report Shyr moves to straighten up slightly and clasps his hands behind his back, allowing him to play the role of her Captain rather than a combat leader.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 11:32 pm
"We are each our own devil,"Lillith relaxed on her bed, watching the swaying movements of Erica. The hypnotic swaying calming her down, and allowing her to open her mind to the others of the world, picking up all the conversations that Vampires were having around the world. She scanned, listening for anything that William might want to know. She caught a snippet of a conversation that piqued her curiousity: We move in three days, have your men in place. Will do. The leprechauns were caught, timing is short. Lillith didn't like the way the word leprechaun was said, it sounded more like LepRecon, like reconnaissance. William, I have some news for you. I think you should come for a visit.
Lillith's attention was drawn to the door when she hears the door to her bedroom open. Your pet dog has arrived. Edmunds mind voice resonated through her head. I do wish you two could get along. Lillith didn't look to the door right away, she knew who was there, and she knew what he wanted. She continued to watch Erica dance while the Werewolf gave his report. Irish decent...leprechauns. "They weren't acting alone." Lillith rises and faces Shyr, "Prepare your men, I believe a war is at hand." Put Erica away. She ordered Edmund, Then collect the rest of my guard, we are heading to London. She turned to her wardrobe, and took out her battle garb. Once more she reached out telepathically to William. I'm coming to you my child. We have an issue to attend to.
Lillith quickly changed into her body armor, and strapped on her weapons before striding out of the room, knowing her orders would be followed. Shyr is here. The mental voice of Edmunds sister Lizzy called to him from Lilliths door. Let him in. He grumbled, not liking the way the Captain treated him and his family, then passed the information on to Lillith, knowing that she wouldn't appreciate the interruption to her meditation. He was disappointed when she didn't chastize the dog. Why doesn't she understand how useless the wolves are.
While the wolf reported his news to the First, Edmund stood by the door, prepared to attack should the need arise. When Lillith commanded him to put the slave away he moved with a grace that he shared with the Vampire towards the human slave, unclasped the chain and led her back to the slave rooms. She reattached the chain to Ericas bed, and patted the human on the head, "Good job child." He said, in a rough voice, before leaving the room to gather his family. We are needed, prepare for battle. Edmund headed to the rooms he shared with his family and grabbed his remaining weapons, only carrying one pistol, and his swords at the time. Once armed, he led his family after Lillith, who was already walking out of her rooms. "What is the plan Master?" Edmund asked as he caught up to her.
"I will tell you when I know myself." Lillith responded, playing with a knife on her belt. Edmund tuned into her thoughts to try and figure out what she was planning, but her mind was moving so fast all he could catch was Impending war.
I like the sound of that. "And we make this world our hell."
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 6:14 am
Shyr simply bows his head slightly to the vampire before leaving the room, casting a quick glare at Edmund as the hybrid passes in front of him to retrieve the slave. As he walks towards the exit to Lillith's chambers he cannot keep a smile from his face. He had smelt it all over Lillith just before she gave him his order, that dull stench of fear, the fear of war. This is good, the pack has been getting complacent here. This should shake them out of their bad habbits. Reaching the stairwell that leads down into the front hall Shyr comes to a stop. Taking a deep breath he rolls his head back so that he is looking straight up at the ceiling and gives a low deep howl. The barracks would be spinning to life now as his men dawned battle gear and readied weapons, all he'd need do is wait for them to deploy to the spot where his howl originated. In the intervening minutes he stood there and thought about what different situations might play out, and what the humans could gain by revolution besides death.
His train of though is interrupted soon after by the sounds of forty-nine pairs of feet marching up through the hallway. Looking down into the hall beneath sure enough there was Rufus at the head of four columns of soldiers, all dressed in the same night time camo that he ware. Descending the steps he holds out his hands as Rufus tosses Shyr his assault rifle. Shyr does a quick check of the weapon to make sure one of his men had cleaned it while he was gone and when satisfied with the job slammed a cartridge into place and pulling back the hammer to c**k the first round. Slinging it over his shoulder so that it rested perpendicular to the broadsword that ran from his left shoulder to right hip he nods to Lillith as she walks past him, flanked by her hybrids. Without asking where they were headed Shyr follows her out the door with the men and women of his pack following behind him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 7:37 am
Military Supply Base, Hillingdon District, North Outer London, 05:25
The werewolf sentry watched as the sun began to creep over the horizon and thought about what a lousy job he had, staying awake all bloody day while the bloodsucker got to rest. He was beginning ot think that it may be a good idea to have a less-than-cordial word with the Colonel about it, bt that thought was cut short by a silver bullet ramming into his neck. The wolf-man fell to the ground grabbing at his throat, unable to muster a voice to call for help. The next thing the sentry saw was a number of human shapes jump over the wall. The last thing he saw was the form of a highland broadsword sweeping towards his neck.
A few more silenced gunshots made short work of the other sentries along the wall and Captain Rory MacGregor reminded himself to give Bagley an extra tot of rum when they returned to camp.
That sniper could shoot the wings off a mosquito.
He and his soldiers quickly made their way through the base, keeping low, and keeping their weapons ready. They had to move quickly, the essence of werewolf that was masking their scent right now would not last much longer. While that would be a relief to the nostrils, it would also make them easier to track as they escaped.
"Right," MacGregor said, gathering his subordinates together, "Hobbes, your platoon's on guard, take out any sentries that are still up and about. Griffith, take half your platoon to the west quarter, gather what we need from the storehourse. Everyone else is with me, we're paying a little visit to the commander of this camp."
It wasn't very hard to find the Colonel's residence. It was gaudy, as could be expected of any vampire with a lick of rank, but behind the decorations it was really nothing more than a glorified bungalow, only one storey and not very wide. MacGregor halted his squad in the shadow of a storehouse that lay just in front of the dwelling, two warewolf guards stood at the front door. Intelligene that MacGregor had gathered told him that this Colonel was not high enough on the chain of importance to afford Hybrids, but he was still being cautious. Staying low, he poked his gun out around the building and fixed one guard in his sights.
"I've got the one on the left," muttered Sergeant Rachel O'Keefe, MacGregor's best squad commander.
"Right," he nodded, "Fire when ready." MacGregor's silenced shot took his guard through the neck. O'Keefe had hit hers in the armpit, just above the wolf-man's flak vest. They quickly ran forward and decapitated the guards before they could raise the alarm, then gained entry to the building.
It was dark enough that they had to use their night vision. They stepped warily, but there were no guards around.
Our diversionary raids must have worked, thought MacGregor, Flanagan and his group must have convinced them that all our attacks were coming out of the west. We ain't outta the woods yet though.
Finally, they came to the door that led to the vampire's inner sanctum.
"Well," the Captian risked words in the silence, "Whether it's over-confidence or a distaste for the smell of werewolves, our Colonel has apparently seen fit to keep himself without a guard inside his own house."
"Dumb move," O'Keefe shook her head.
"I'm not complaning," said MacGregor, "Right, I'm going in alone. The rest of you, make sure I'm not interrupted."
MacGregor then checked his pistol to make sure the silencer was secure and that he'd loaded the UV rounds. He then produced a small device from one of his pockets and clamped it to the number key lock. Within seconds the lock had overloaded and melted, and the door opened.
The room was as dark as the hallways, the curtains were closed. In a gaudy four-poster bed a figure stirred and looked towards the now closing door. Before it could react, MacGregor shot three UV rounds into it's abdomen. The figure hissed in pain and a small light was emitted from the wounds. The Captain then produced a metallic sphere from another one of his pockets and dropped it on the floor, it suddenly lit up the whole room. MacGregor removed his night vision and stared at the half-dressed male vampire now writhing in pain.
"Morning, sunshine," he snapped, "Get up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"Who the hell are you?" the vampire demanded, "How did you get in?"
"Ach, you won't be undead long enough to care how I got in," MacGregor waved his arm, "As to who I am, well, I thought you'd remember, Colonel Dunnett." A look of confusion mixed with fear crossed the vamp's face before the Scotsman continued, "Of course, that was a long time ago, a little over twelve years. You were a Captain back then and I have to say, you've aged wonderfully. I was just ten at the time, but I'm sure you can remember breaking into a homestead and killing two Scottish parents as they tried to protect their son. What was it you said then? Oh yes, I remember. 'Your son's going to watch you both die, and it's not going to be pleasent. He needs to learn the consequences of treason.' And then you tortured them, killed them slowly. Do you remember now?"
"My God," the vamp hissed, "It's impossible."
"And I'm sure you remember this sword," Rory said, drawing his broadsword, "My father went down fighting, gave you quite the nasty gash with it, although it's not there anymore. This sword will be the last thing you ever see. Nighty night." And with that MacGregor lifted the sword and brought it down. Had it been fair? No, the UV rounds had prevented Dunnett from putting up much of a fight. But then again, a human facing a hale and hearty vamp was no fair fight either. MacGregor exited the room and gathered his soldiers. Silently they left the depot, sneaking through the cityscape of Hillingdon, back into the sewers from whence they'd come. They were beyond the city limits and back to their base camp before anyone knew of the raid.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 11:43 am
"We are each our own devil,"Mother, William called out to Lilliths mind. What is so urgent you must come, and from the feel of it you're not alone.
It is not safe to communicate like this, just prepare your troops, I'll be there shortly. Lillith waited in the courtyard for her troops to gather around her. Edmund and his sister stood in front of her, on either side, and the rest of the Hybrids positioned themselves protectively around her. The Werewolves under Shyr's command were in ranks behind her, with Shyr as close to the rear guard of her bodyguard as he liked. "We go to London." With that she took off at a dead sprint, not waiting for the Werewolves to open the gates, she lept over the wall and ran through the forest. She knew the Wolves couldn't keep up with her at this speed, but they would catch up when she had to rest for the day. Her first task was to find a suitable place to rest for the day. She knew that such wasystations existed, but she hadn't used one in 50 years, so she couldn't remember exactly where they were. Worst come to worst she could find a town and order someone give her a room, they couldn't deny The First.
We shouldn't have left so close to daybreak Master. Edmund said as he lept over a fallen log, We can make this trip in one night easily.
Lillith saw a small lump off in the distance that looked like nothing at first, but the more she looked at it the more it looked like a building. She altered her course to take her to what she now believed to be a waystation. I cannot waste more time in preparing our troops for this uprising, we must stop it before it gets too out of hand. She seemed to glide over the fallen debris of the ancient forest on her way to the waystation. The sky was already starting to brighten and she had to get inside as soon as possible. Laying on more speed, reaching her top speed of 400km/h Lillith left her guards in the dust as she dashed for the building. Her years of superiority over the other creatures gave her many different abilities, and increased speed was one of them. She dashed through the door and slammed it closed just as sunlight made it's way through the leaves. You cut it a bit close Master. Edmund said to her as he and his family caught up. Lillith headed over to the small bed that was along one side of the room, furthest away from the door. The small one roomed building was designed so that even if the door was open, no sunlight would reach the Vampire on the bed. She sat down on the uncomfortable, dusty bed. It's only one night. She reminded herself. Shortly after Lillith arrived her body guard poured in through the door, moving fast through the opening so as to expose the Vampire to as little light as possible. Two of them remained outside, while the rest positioned themselves around the windowless room. Edmund walked up to Lillith and sat beside her. "I do not like it when you leave us like that, although I understand that it was necessary. But that is another reason why we should have waited out the day at home. The humans aren't moving right now, so we have time."
Lillith turned to the Hybrid that had become more than just the head of her body guard. "You know I appreciate your opinion, but this time you are incorrect. The humans conducted yet another raid on one of our camps this morning. They stole weapons, and killed a Vampire." Yes they had also killed Werewolves, but they were easy to kill, just use a silver weapon and they are down. Vampires, well, they are tough to kill, at least that's what Lillith believed. "They are getting ballsy lately, and we have to stop it before others decide to take up arms as well. We can't have another uprising." Lillith lay down on the bed, and a puff of dust lifted off the pillow. "Now I must rest, and see if I can gather more information." She closed her eyes and went into a trance that all Vampires called sleep. The smell of Werewolf invaded Edmunds nose. They smell wretched. His entire family thought at the same time. But to all of their relief they soon left the slower moving Immortals behind, following the Master over the walls and through the forest. All of the Hybrids could sense that the sun was rising soon, and that they needed to find a place to hide their Master from it's deadly rays. They all started scanning the surrounding forest for a waystation, hoping to find one soon. Edmund kept looking at the sky, watching it brighten and getting increasingly worried about his Masters life. We shouldn't have left so close to daybreak Master. He said leaping over a fallen log, We can make this trip in one night easily. Lillith took some time to respond, her gaze intent on something in the distance. She altered her course before she spoke, I cannot waste more time in preparing our troops for this uprising, we must stop it before it gets too out of hand. Edmund sighed looking once more to the sky, when his gaze returned to the earth, Lillith was a blur in the distance, moving rapidly towards and small grey building that lay nestled between two hills. Edmund picked up as much speed as he could, and his family followed, their formation forgotten as their Master disappeared. You cut it a bit close Master. He said as she disappeared through the door. Edmund reached the building first and waited until the rest of his family arrived. Get in fast, and block the doorway as much as possible. His siblings nodded and he opened the door as much as he dared, not knowing that the layout of the building protected his Master from his entrance. The two youngest Hybrids stood guard outside the door, waiting for the Wolves that were following.
Edmund walked over to Lillith as the rest of the guard took seats on the ground. He sat beside her and looked at her beautiful youthful face, "I do not like it when you leave us like that, although I understand that it was necessary. But that is another reason why we should have waited out the day at home. The humans aren't moving right now, so we have time." He said, his voice full of worry. Over the past 50 years Edmunds feelings for Lillith grew from adoration of his Master, to love, and some days it seemed like she felt the same for him.
Today however it didn't, for her response sounded like she was chastizing a small child. "You know I appreciate your opinion, but this time you are incorrect. The humans conducted yet another raid on one of our camps this morning. They stole weapons, and killed a Vampire."
Edmund was taken aback not only by her tone, but also by what she said, It has been almost a half a century since the last Vampire was killed by humans.
"They are getting ballsy lately, and we have to stop it before others decide to take up arms as well. We can't have another uprising." Lillith said as she laid down on the bed, a puff of dust lifted off the pillow. "Now I must rest, and see if I can gather more information." She closed her eyes and went into a trance that all Vampires called sleep. He watched her closely, mesmerized by her beauty. Once content that she was 'sleeping' he slid off the bed and sat crosslegged on the floor infront of her, prepared to protect her with his life. "And we make this world our hell."
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 12:23 pm
Shyr and his men were only a split second behind The First and her body guards, leaping over the fence just as easily and taking off into the woods. It wasn't long before the vampiric speed out stripped theirs and Shyr lost them to sight. However it was only a slight inconvenience to him and his men. His pack had been trained for decades in the art of tracking and could hunt down something with a three day head start on sent alone. Following the fresh scents the wolf pack move swiftly through the forest, spreading out into what seemed like chaos but what is actually a well planned formation ideal for allowing freedom from moving in the forest while also allowing for maximum watch to be kept on the surround. Shyr did not think ill of Lilith for running off on them. He knew her to have a talent for survival and even if she were confronted by a potential fatal situation ahead she was smart enough to escape or double back to his pack. And so Shyr raced on with little worry until the sun's rays crept over the horizon and they were able to spot the small night-walker refuge. The smell of the ones they were tracking grew heavier and heavier, a sure sign that Lilith had camped there for tonight.
As they approach Shyr makes a few hand gestures to the rest of the pack, on the last signal three out of his four squads suddenly break off each heading in a different direction. As he comes to a stop in front of the small door he is left with only twelve werewolves around him, one of his Gammas and the squad she commands. Giving a toothy smile to the hybrids keeping guard on the door he motions for the rest of his wolves to fan out and take up positions. The dark haired Tahl would make sure that they all got a chance to rest up so he didn't bother with the order, his attention still on the hybrids. "That's a handy amount of speed you have there kids. Quite useful for running away." He didn't bother keeping the mocking quality out of his voice. Ever since he had met the famous hybrids he had been itching to test his metal against them. He knew he was better he just needed a chance to prove it. Though while his instincts constantly goaded him to start a fight to prove his superiority, he knew it would end badly, more so for Shyr and his clan falling out of favour with Lillith than the hybrid in question. So for now he stuck to poking fun at them and other such abuse to try and push them over the edge and start a fight on their initiative not his. When the hybrid refuses to react Shyr just shrugs before leaping onto the roof of the house, landing with only the faintest of noises making its way into the sleeping room below.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:47 am
RAB South England Brigade Base Camp, Woods of South-East of Oxford, 10:46
"I still don't know why you left his head, Gregs," said Lieutenant Hal Hobbes, the thin, athletic commander of 1st Platoon in MacGregor's company, as they entered the base camp "No human being has killed a vamp in over fifty years, it'd be a great morale booster for us."
"Three reasons, Hobbsie," MacGregor answered, "First off, and most importantly, we were very lucky. Dunnett was an overconfident fool who let his guard down. I don't want everyone to go around thinking that we're invincible now because I killed a vampire who was too weak to fight back. Secondly, I wanted to leave room in my pack for weapons, ammo, armour, important stuff like that. Third, the vamps and warewolves back at camp will still be able to get a whiff of the blood on my sword, that'll be proof enough." Hobbes nodded and shrugged.
"Makes sense."
"On the flip side, however," MacGregor continued, "This little victory has shown that the UV rounds we're using now are powerful enough to disable a vampire, and that the spray-on werewolf scent is strong enough to keep us concealed."
"Stirling!" called a hidden sentry from the camp as MacGregor's company approached.
"Bridge!" MacGregor answered.
"Good to see you again, Gregs," the sentry answered, showing himself, "Guess the raid went well, eh?"
"Aye," the Scotsman answered, "Very well. I'm sure you'll here more about it later on, Cooper. Uncle's in the HQ is he?"
"Yep," Cooper answered.
"Right, see you around then."
Once he was sure his soldiers had settled down for food and rest, MacGregor proceeded to the HQ shelter where the commanders for the South England Brigade drew up their plans. As with all the buildings in camp it was a makeshift combination of logs and corrugated tin. It had a floor though, as well as the capacity to sustain electronics. When MacGregor entered, he saw his Uncle, Major General Aaron MacGregor, hunched over a map. MacGregor was a tall, burly, red-haired man with a patch where his left eye used to be. He nodded to his nephew as he entered.
"Welcome back, laddie," he said, "What's you're report?" Rory then explained in detail the events of the raid.
"Impressive," Aaron nodded, "Especially since you did it without the vamps and wolves of your company."
"Aye," Rory nodded, "Speaking of which, how are Farrell and Allenby doing?"
"They'll be fine," the General nodded, "Wallace took 'em for a deer hunt earlier and it seems to have calmed their wild sides. They felt sort of bad that they couldn't help you lads out."
"I was sorry not to have them, but it's better than them going wolf in the middle of an attack."
"Too right," Aaron agreed, "Well, get some rest while you can. We may have to go on high alert soon."
"Really?"
"Aye. Our sources on the inside tell us that the First has caught wind of our presence. Flanagan's company was captured."
"What?!" MacGregor couldn't contain the outburst. Ned Flanagan was one of the best comany commanders in the RAB.
"They didn't last too long," the elder MacGregor spoke with an edge on his voice, "Apparently they kept as quiet as possible. Told the wolves something about being a dissident Irish clan before the b******s gobbled 'em up."
"Good old Flanagan," Rory shook his head.
"But then we recieved word that the First is heading for London to speak with William about something very urgent. Since then she's sent out no telepathic communication, but I can guess that she suspects some kind of uprising. We may have to accelerate our plans."
"Do you think we're ready, Uncle?"
"For attack? Maybe not. We could easily conceal ourselves in the forest. As far as I know they don't know where we're striking from. But with the level of suspicion they have now I wouldn't be surprised if they eventually found us. I've been co-ordinating communication with the other brigades, my hope is to strike simultaniously from all corners and hope that throws 'em off their heels."
As Rory listened, Aaron proceeded to outline their plan of attack.
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