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ooc: ok..so, i really wanted to re-try this RP that i played on another RP site...and so..ya...Disclaimer time!!: i did not create this story line, a girl named Raven Wings 666 did.. please do not acknowlege me for this..blah blah blah..i AM responsible for any and all In charecters and setting details..Roll 'em! by the way, this is my first RP that i've ever made, so..if its bad...yell at yoen.. ^_^

Rules: -gasp- i hate doing rules..makes it so.....ick...but...i dont want bedlam..so..here we go..
1. No godmodding!!! if you dont know what that means...i'll give you an example...
person1: -throws ninja star-
person2: -MAAAAAGIC SHEILD APPEARS AND BLOCKS THEM MAAAAAAAGICLY!!!!!!! -.-''''
2. if your going to kill someone, please ASK them first. if/when they agree, PM ME about it to make sure..i'll usually say yes...pst, i want a PM from both participants..not just one..
3. keep it under Rated R...i dont wana read "Blood dripped from her **** and ***************** **************** the *********** ****** (*=something...sexy..>_>)
4.look down!!!
Psst..i want charecter sheets..you dont have to PM them to me, just start off by posting above your..ness.. heres an example..

Name: namey mc name face
Age: older than you
Gender: shemale
Appearance: *use a URL if possible..*
Race: vampire/lycan/ curious human
Bio: grew up, bitten or born into a damn monster thing/ grew up studying ugly people..and here i am now

In the Underworld, Vampires are a secret clan of modern aristocratic sophisticates whose mortal enemies are the Lycans (werewolves), a shrewd gang of street thugs who prowl the city's underbelly. No one knows the origin of their bitter blood feud, and it is something that even the leaders of the Vampires and the Lycans will put aside their hatred for one another and prevent anyone who is not a leader of either clan from discovering.

But there are a few Vampires and Lycans, only a small number from both races who desire to learn about the history of the blood feud and what caused. Those minor few are being watched at all times by both their own people and their enemies but still they persist in finding out the secret history of the Vampires and the Lycans. Maybe they could change things if they discovered the truth, or maybe the truth is too horrible for them to bare. None of them know... yet.

Name: Nuna
Age: 250 but looks 17
Gender: Male
Apperance: new image!!!
Race: Both *will be explained in bio*
Bio: Nuna was bitten into a lycan. About 3 months after being a lycan, His sire sent him to..dispose of a vampire that got a little to friendly. When he arrived at the vampy's house, an oppritunity aroused. The vampire was a scientist of sorts and had a proposition for Nuna. He wanted to bite Nuna so he would become half of both vampire and lycan. Nuna took this into consideration for a little while, and finally disagreed. Following orders, Nuna lunged at the vampire in full wolf form. The vampire moved with great speed and sliced at him with a knife. Dying and his blood all over the floor, the vampire cut himself and shoved the blood in Runtus's mouth. He never saw either sire again.
Now Runtus looks human. It's as if he was never bitten. He has no known scent, because both vampire and lycan scents mixed arnt usually picked up. The problem of being half of everything is he gets all the disadvantages of both races. Sun and silver are murder on the skin.

psst..in case you didnt know, OOC= out of charecter..IC: means in charecter! ^_^

IC: Nuna walked down the sidewalk, snow tumbling off his shoulder. His hand balled up together near his face. so cold.. He thought as he blew on his hand, steaming billowing into his face and into the night sky. He unhooked his hands and checked his watch. 2:00 AM...perfect.......while all the nice little humans sleep in their nice, cozy beds, im stuck out here, in the FREEZING cold, trying to feed... a young teenager walking by gave Nuna a weird look. Nuna gave one right back at the young mans "piercings" holes everywhere.......in my time, if you have a whole in your head, you'd be considered a witch.. Nuna turned around and watched as the young man, music blaring, hair standing straight up giving his height about 5 more inches. Nuna ran in his direction and followed. He watched the young man slip into an alleyway, and meet another youngman, dressed in the same style. He handed a small packet with grass in it to the first youngman and walked off. Nuna, confused as he was, walked slowly to the young man. Startled, the teenager quickly hid his bag in his pocket and turned to Nuna. "What are you doing here!? Nuna smiled and showed his fangs a little. The young man took a quick look, turned, ran into a garbage can, turned over in the snow and started to crawl away. Nuna laughed and walked slowly to the young man. He stood over him and kneeled next to his head. He felt the warm liquid fill him mouth as the young mans life drained away. Not wanting to kill the young man, Nuna stopped drinking. He took out a hanky and placed it over the bite wound to stop the bleeding. He stood up and walked out of the alleyway. Content with the night, and not so cold as before, he walked toward main street.

IC: He notices that his cellphone's battery is too low to make a call to a hospital. Dammit! I can't just leave him here while I look for a phonebooth!

So, (after using one carefully chosen cussword) he steps out of the alley, glances left and right and notices Nuna.

"Oi! You, young man!" he shouts after him, making his voice as unthreatening as possible (he is kind of a big man).

John slowly lowered the hand that was helding the phone. He raised his right eyebrow as he took a cigarette out and light it.

"So..." The expression on his face was calm and slightly curious. An even if the boy tried, he couldn't see any hint of aggression in John's violet eyes.

He smoked his cigarette for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts. This was one of the most unusual situations in his life thus far, and he wasn't gonna let it pass unnoticed.

"That kid, is he still alive?" He nodded toward the victim. "And I can't smell a vamp in ya, kid, so what's the deal?"

"Dunno..." The big man shrugged. "I guess I'm not really into killing." He offered the phone back to Nuna.

"You don't smell like a vamp," he repeated. "But you act like one. What are you?"

"I like to think that I'm me first and wolf second. It doesn't mean I wouldn't or couldn't kill a vamp, it means I don't go into senseless mass-murder mentality everytime I meet one." He smoked his cigarette for a few seconds.

"We gotta get out of the alley..." he said and turned around and started walking. "You coming?" He glanced over his shoulder.

"I don't recall offering you it," the man said with an amused voice, and there was a hint of smile on the right corner of his mouth.

"I'm John Rawlings." He offered his hands as they were walking. "Just call me John, since you're propably the older of the two of us." He laughed, shortly and huskily.

"I didn't, since I wasn't even looking for you. I just happened walk past that alley, smelled the blood and you just happened to be around. Tough luck, sweetie." The man shrugged his shoulders.

OOC: It's okay, I am a patient person. It's enough to know that you have not totally forgotten.

IC:
John walked in silence, smoking his cig and thinking how he really couldn't be the voice of morality when it came to taking the life of the fellow people. Vampires at least have the excuse of needing nourishment.

He shrugged the thought away and glanced at the boy walking beside him. He looked very fragile and young, but John was ready to bet his life that the boy was much less fragile than he was. And much older.

He laughed a little.