Dmitri_Dragoon

Dmitri glared down at the girl. He almost back handed her, but decided against it. "You are quite annoying.. like a fly.." He said to her, then continued walking. "Hey! You can't ignore me!" she said from behind. Dmitri, already fed up, spun around and looked her in the eyes with full anger. "I can, and I will if I wish!" he snarled. "Fine.. don't have to be such a angry person." Imara said with a hurt look. Then, it just changed. "You son of an ogre! I'll kill you!" Dmitri was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He really didn't know what to make of it. He held out one of his arms and put it on her forehead. Keeping her at bay while he studied her curiously. Imara gave a scream and swung her fists even harder at him, but missed with each attempt. Dmitri was just glad she had dropped her scythe. Then, as suddenly as it began, she calmed down. "Why are you holding my head?" "You are a confusing little gnat," Dmitri said, then continued walking away from her.

Andy made his way down the crowded streets of New Delhi. He had to find a hotel whose name was written in Hindi, rather than English. At first he thought it would be difficult, but he soon found out that it wouldn't be. Since most places names were in English. Finally he came across it. The only hotel so far that is in Hindi. He entered quickly, and wished he had not. The sight was horrendous. Beggars were stuffed to the brim in there, not only did they look bad, but the smell wasn't much better. He wished he didn't have to meet one of the other two people that Adrien Smith had hired to dispose of Damien. He didn't know who he was to meet so he went to the Hotel Manager and asked, "Do you speak English?" "Oh yes Sir, I speak English well." The man said with a big smile and terrible breath. Andy held back the urge to gag and continued, "Alright, good, have you seen any other American in here?" "Oh yes, I have, he is up in his room, uh... 212 I believe." The Manager said. "What do the numbers look like?" Andy asked afraid of what they could look like. "Like what you would expect Sir." "Thank you," Andy said, then started up to the room. Andy found 212 rather easily after making his way up 2 flights of stairs. He stood next to the door and knocked on it. "Who's there?" asked a gruff voice from a distance. "Andy--" was all he got out before he heard the cocking of a shotgun and the sound of it being shot. He was glad he stood next to the door when he watched the door splinter into many pieces. "Damn!" Andy said as he pulled his two Glocks out and took a deep breath. He spun in front of the door and started blasting away. He got five shots off when he heard the shotgun again. He spun back around just as the trigger was pulled. After the debris cleared again Andy swung once more and let off more rounds, this time diving into the door. He heard a soft squish as a bullet found a home. "GAH!" was the response, then there was a thump and some whimpering. Andy stood up and walked toward the person. "You know Al, if you would have just opened the door this wouldn't have happened. The man looked at Andy and got very angry. He tried to go for the shotgun but Andy was quicker. He raised up his Glocks and shot a total of six rounds into Al's head. He heard shouting and running from below, and knew that is was time to go. He ran to the window, and saw to his luck a balcony. He swung over the balcony and started to carefuly make his way down to each one below it. Finally he was back on the road and few paid any attention to him. He quickly blended into the crowded street, and disappeared.

Dmitri watched Imara run off. Deteria, the surface elf standing next to him spoke up. [COLOR=DarkRed]"You should follow her, possibly kill her."[/COLOR] "You know I hate killing, Deteria," Dmitri said to the person only he could see. [COLOR=DarkRed]"Right, and I'm an ogre. Come on Dmitri, you've killed before and you liked it. I saw it in your eyes."[/COLOR] Dmitri looked at Deteria, whom stood there smiling. He would never understand this dark haired elf, this elf that supported death. "Alright, I'll follow her." He ran off into the woods after Imara careful to not let her know he was following her. It wasn't hard to find her tracks since she didn't appear to be covering them all that well. He jumped into a tree and got a higher vantage point. He could see her perfectly. Now all he had to do was catch up. Out of the tree he went running at full force. He could go like this for quite some time and not feel the effects of the running. He easily caught up to the woman and did a leaping tackle onto her back. "|You shall stop here|." He said in his native tongue, he continued to speak like this as Deteria arrived. "|My name is Dmitri, my friend here is Deteria.|" Dmitri said with a wave of his hand towards Deteria. [COLOR=DarkRed]"No you blundering idiot, do not tell her about me!" [/COLOR] Deteria cried as he ran back into the brush to stay out of sight. Dmitri looked back at Imara to see that she had a confused look on her face. He then realized that he was speaking in his native tongue. "Fogive me, I am Dmitri. What are you doing in my woods?" "These woods aren't yours!" Imara said. "They are if I say they are," he said with an intimidating look. "Now why are you here?" he asked as he grabbed her by the throat and picked her up, slamming her against a tree. He got closer to her and took in her scent. It was a strange one. He then gave her a slight kiss on the cheek. Nothing was meant behind it, just a way he got her taste as well. "BAH! A half human!" Dmitri released her throat and let her fall to the ground. "Always something wrong with them," he mumbled to himself.

I don't see Hugh Jackman as the next James Bond. He may have that swagger about him, but he just doesn't have that charismatic look. I believe he was made for movies where he looks more gruff and tough, rather than unable to bleed. To me, Van Helsing looks to be a good movie. I agree the story will probably be rushed, unless they do a connection between Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, and the Wolfman. In my opinion they should of done a trilogy type thing. A movie for each monster for him to face off against. But that would have cost more money and made more sense, so heaven forbide they do that.

I really like Linkin Park, I really do. But unlike most, I dislike the rap element of their music. In my opinion Rap is the Anti-music. Since there is no actual talent needed to rap. All you have to do is be able to rhyme. Thus, I didn't like Reanimation, nor did I like most of Meteora considering that's what most of the songs consisted of. Rap verses, and Singing chorus's. They would be a much better band, in my opinion, if they dropped the rap, and fleshed out the songs a little more. I don't like spending fifteen bucks for a thirty minute c.d. I also concur that they need to get some new songs out. I've totally lost interest in them. I tried to listen to one of their c.d.'s a while back and it just bored the hell out of me.

I'm not doing much on the Studying Front. Mainly because I have passed all the classes that I'm required to. Really the only thing that is stressing me out is the fact that I'm finally happy with my life in High School and it is all coming to an end. It now feels like the weight of the world has just crashed onto me and no one is able to pick up the rubble. College applications, scholarship applications, cap and gown fees, other senior stuff fees. It's all getting to me and it actually made me break down one night at a basketball game. I got in a real pissy mood and actually punched my best friend in the nose... breaking it in the process. Luckily he forgave me quickly. I guess I crack under some pressure.

One of my biggest quirks is my punctuality. I'm always an hour early for everything. I can say I'll be there at 12 p.m. But I'll show up at 11 a.m. It never fails. My girlfriend used to get annoyed at me for doing that when we first started dating. Now she's used to it and gets ready for when I'll actually show up. Also, even though my room is a mess, I like to have most things in some sort of order. The library of books I own, which are over 300, I have sorted out by author, year they were printed, and whether or not they are hardback or paperback. I do the same thing with movies. But instead of paperback or hardback it's now DVD or VHS. I also bite my nails. It used to be bad like the way KnightoftheRose's condition, but now I know the limitations of biting. Don't know if it is a quirk, but if I get any amount of sugar in my system I lose all my sanity. But the sugar has to be by itself. It can't be mixed with a drink or in food. Only by itself will it have an effect on me. My girlfriend gets upset when I steal sugar packets from Wendy's.

Damn, we never had Sex Ed here. Probably because I live in the Bible Belt. I learned about sex when I was the ripe old age of 3. No kidding. My dad would rent porn and he didn't care if I sat in the living room and watched it. I didn't really understand what was going on. I just thought sex was a bunch of moaning and white blood from a snake hitting a woman. My dad was very vague in his explanations. Things didn't become clear to me until about Sixth grade.

What I have always waited for.. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Dmitri Dragoon (Because I can...) [B]Age: [/B] 189 [B]Race: [/B] Drow/Gray Elf [B]Gender: [/B] Male [B]Class: [/B] Ranger/Fighter [B]Weapons: [/B] Duel longswords, identical in appearence. A normal hilt and the blades have wicked barbs towards the middle for more damage. [B]History: [/B] Dmitri was born to a Gray Elf mother, and after four years his father surfaced to take him away. Resulting in the death of his mother and his village. Taken to his father's home he was taught the language of the drow and their fighting style. [B]A[/B]fter many years he joined in a rebellion that freed the slaves of the drow city. In the process killing his father. He didn't stay long in the city of drow, he quickly went to the surface world to find anyone to fit in with. He failed poorly. No one wanted to be with a quickly growing insane elf. The loss of his mother, his father, and many friends had started taking an effect on Dmitri. Something inside his mind was stirring. [B]Personality: [/B] When Dmitri is himself he can be quite aloof. As is to be expected with the elven kind. Though he can quickly be angered, and slow to calm. He has very little of a funny bone, and has very little care for anyone. He isn't exactly evil, but then, he isn't in the least bit good. [B]Appearance: [/B] Dmitri stands at height of 6'6" tall. His body is very muscular and he appears to be very intimidating. When he was younger his hair was a light brown. But it quickly faded to a gray, almost silver tint. He has crystal blue eyes. Dmitri wears black leather armor that he "received" from a leathersmith. This armor includes the covering for the torso, the legs, gauntlets for his hands, boots for his legs, and belt for his middle. It all clings tightly, yet comfortably to his body. He also wears a black cloak. [B]Strengths: [/B] Mainly his weapon use. Nothing triggers a hidden strength. [B]Weaknesses: [/B] Certain advice from a certain someone. Read Eccentricities. [B]Eccentricities: [/B] Dmitri suffers from schizophrenia. Quite often one can see Dmitri talking to himself, asking questions, and sometimes just giving answers to someone that isn't there. Well, someone is there, but it is only in Dmitri's mind. [B]T[/B]he person Dmitri sees is named Deteria. Someone that actually existed back a thousand years ago. Deteria will often give Dmitri advice on what to do in a situation. It could be good, or it could be bad. Whichever the case, one should be careful whenever they hear Dmitri talking to himself. Also, it would be wise not to ask him who he is talking to. He gets easily offended when one does not see Deteria and he has to explain. So it is best just not to ask and nod your head in agreement.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[B]Name:[/B] Andrew Mayo [B]Age:[/B] 34 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Weapon:[/B] Two Glock 9mm [B]Who Hired You: [/B] Adrien Smith

"Why tha' good fer nothin!" Draken snarled as he grabbed onto his spatula and a butcher knife that was close by. He left the kitchen, ignoring Ingie's raging cries. Outside he went where he saw the would-be thief. He readied his spatula and knife and took a threatening stance toward the man. "What do you want you miserable little dwarf?" the man asked. "Miserable? I'll show ye miserable!" Draken ran forward and took a jump into the air, smacking the man across the face with the spatula. As he landed back onto his feet he thrust the spatula into the man's stomach, and then brought it down across his knees. "Now git out o' here befere I git really upset!" Draken growled. "An' ne'er come back! Ya hear?" Draken re-entered the Inn and went back to his kitchen, not paying any attention to the looks he was recieving.

Draken hadn't even entered the Inn yet and he heard his bosses voice carry out of the door. "Dag'on tha' girl is loud. He need' to put a lid on it once in a whie'" Draken said in a thick Dwarvish accent. He entered into the Inn walking right past Chi, whom never noticed him. "Oh Imodene! I's here now!" Draken yelled out playfully as he got into the kitchen. Indgie gave him an evil stare. But Draken never saw it, he only saw Lysander. "BAH! Lysander git yer stinkin' corpse outta here! Git ou'! GIT OU' " He yelled, giving his angriest impersination as he kicked Lysander in the butt as he exited. Draken then quickly went to cracking the eggs, not spilling a gooey drop of them, or mixing them in anyway. Just the way Indgie liked it. Draken enjoyed making sure Indgie was happy. He saw her as a daughter. Even if she was his boss.

Logan pulled up to where the officer had radioed in. For some reason no one was there. Usually it didn't bother him, but being alone on that darkened street got to him, and he felt some subconcious fear. When the hair on the back of his neck stood on end he quickly got back into his car and drove off quicker than what he should have. He drove for what couldn't have been more than 5 minutes when he happened upon a police cruiser that had a flat tire. He saw the officer of the car and remembered the first name, Stephen, but that was it. He had always been better with faces than actual names. He pulled up behind the cruiser and got out. "Hey Stephen, what's wrong?" Officer Stephen looked at him with a moment of shock, then recognition. "Detective Channing?" "Call me Logan, forget the detective b.s. What's wrong?" Logan asked again. "Flat tire." Stephen answered flatly. "Damn," then Logan saw the other man. "Who's he?"

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Lucas [B]Age: [/B] 1,900 [B]Speices: [/B] Demon [B]Gender: [/B] Male [B]Appearance: [/B] Lucas has the ability to take on two forms. A more human looking form, and of course the demon form. He spends most of his time in the Demon form though, so that is the form that will be described to you. Compared to an average man he would be gargantuan. For a more accurate height it would be just below 8 feet. His build is very masculine, muscles rippling across his body. He has quite an impressive wing span of 22 feet. The wings themselves are of a leathery nature, very much like a dragon's. His facial features are the hardest to describe. His mouth seems to be continuously contorted in a sinister sneer, and his eyes are a hollow black. On his head are two menacing horns, that are about 2 feet long each. His feet are humongous, if they were given a size they would be about a size 32. He wears no foot protection, just bare feet. His feet have five toes on them, and each toe ends in a very long, very sharp claw. His hands are the same, except the claws are about 5 times bigger. View the attachment to get an even better idea. He wears no shirt, or torso covering. But he does wear plate mail pants. [B]Weapons/Abilities: [/B] His weapons are on his body. His horns, his claws, all of them he can, and will use in a battle. He also, when needed, will use his sword. He calls it Todüberbringer, or Death Bringer. It is a giant sword that is as long as the tallest humans, and is covered in wicked barbs randomly on the blade. [B]Bio: [/B] When Lucas was born to the Universe, Christ had just been executed upon the cross he was forced to carry. This was when Satan was at his highlight, this was when evil was running more rampant. Lucas was almost an exact carbon copy of his father, except that he looked far more demonic. His father, though a Fallen Angel, and disgustingly distorted, still had an angelic look about him. That was the one trait that Lucas hated most about his father. Unbeknownst to the mortals of Earth, there have been many battles against Heaven and Hell for thousands of years. Contrary to popular belief, the first battle in which Lucifer was cast from Heaven, was not the last. When Lucifer's army would grow enough in strength, he would attack. Causing both sides terrible losses. Lucas participated in one of those wars. He was the most ruthless killer amongst the demonic ranks. The appraisel from his father gave Lucas the idea that he would be next in line to rule Hell. He was graively mistaken. Lucas's brother, Marcus was given the rulership. This was a terrible blow to Lucas's ego. This almost caused Lucas to Fade, or die as the humans would put it. But then, Fate approached Lucas with a proposition. She promised him power beyond his wildest desires to destroy his brother with if he were to give something in return; If he succeeded, he would keep the powers. If he failed, he would be damned to be slave to her. Lucas ignored the last part and quickly agreed. He saw no failure in front of him. Only success, and revenge. Since that time Lucas has tested his power upon other demons, and the souls that they are to torture. He feels now, that he shall be ready to take out his brother, and take control of Hell.[/SIZE][/COLOR] Edited it, and Cyriel, might I add that I was impressed with your character.

[COLOR=Red]Laura tossed down the book. It was a copy of a 19th century novel, Bram Stoker's Dracula. One of the few pieces of literature from that time still remaining. It was her third time reading it, and she was starting to get tired of it. "We should find a new library," she called out to one of her friends, Mara. "Why? So you can read a different copy of that book?" Mara asked back sarcastically. "Bite me." Laura snapped. She looked at the shelves and started reading the spines of the books. Modern literature was so boring. The old text from the years before the Raids was so much better. More imagination was at work. She read a book that seemed to tell about the Raids before they even happened. [I]People must have all been psychic then, [/I] she thought. "Not likely," Mara mumbled. "True, if they were they would have stopped the Raids from happening." Laura said.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Draken Ironfist Gender: Male Race: Dwarf Age: 150 Hair Color: Red Skin Color: Tan Size: Short, Skinny (He's like a barrel.. not fat, not skinny...) Clothing Style: Shirt, Vest, Pants Shoes: Boots Eye Colour: Hazel Weapon: Spatula (I'll scrape up their brains...

Logan finished his drink, he sat down the glass and looked at his watch. "Well, it's getting late, my glass is empty, and I actually feel better. I think I best be getting home before the wife gets worried." "You're not married," Tarique said. Logan sighed, the girl was right, "I'm married to the job." Tarique gave a silent "Ah" as Logan stood. Logan started to pull some cash out of his pocket and set it down under his glass, then tossed some at Tarique, she looked at it then him, "What are you doing?" "Paying for your drink, you were so kind as to talk to me, I should return the favor and pay for your drink, no arguements." Logan turned from her with a wave of the hand and left the bar. He watched his Ford Clunker as he got closer to it, seemed mostly these days that the car was more of his home than his actual one. He got into it and started it up, and was instantly greeted by his blaring CB radio. [I]"Where is my backup!? Fist I have som UFO crap now an officer is gone! Hurry!"[/I] Logan recognized the voice, but he wasn't quite sure as to whom it was. Logan picked up the radio mic and called in. "This is Channing, I'm going to investigate." He put his car into drive and started heading towards the officer.

[I]callmegoddess04, Try to make your posts a little more substantial. Make them a little longer.[/I] "Yeah, well, you know, after seeing what I saw last night I needed a good strong drink. Unfortunately there isn't a strong enough drink that would let me live in existance right now." Logan said, looking at his vodka with dissapointment. Tarique didn't say anything, but instead looked down at her soda water. Logan studied the look for a second, then decided to take a shot of his vodka. He felt satisfied with the burning sensation as it traveled along his throat. Then he said what he had been thinking. "You knew her didn't you?" Tarique's head rotated quickly to look at Logan, "How did you know?" She asked. "I could tell just by the look on your face. When you've been a cop as long as I have, you become able to read people like that. It works great on drunks." Logan explained. A small smile spread over Tarique's face. When Logan saw it he gave a smile as well. It always made him happy to see someone smile. He had always preffered smiles to frowns. More often than not always giving his own smile. But after his first homicide case his smiles disappeared more frequently. Keeping the smile on his face he looked to Tarique, "So what interesting news stories are your writning?"

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Ray was at the concession stand, getting himself some food. Working at a school had one minus, the food. It was quite nasty, as with most schools. Thus he did not eat until he got home. Now with him at the skating rink he would be unable to get food at home, which was always cheaper in the long run. Ray ate at his nacho's and queso dip (melted white chedder cheese with diced jalepeno's) and watched everyone skate. He himself wasn't a skater, he was to old and unbalanced for it. He was there mostly to make sure that his kids would stay happy, and to glimpse at the women. Only problem with that is most of the women were either FAR to young for him, or, they were parents. Having three kids already, he wasn't really looking for more. A teacher's salary was already making it a tad difficult. Luckily he had gotten his Master's Degree and he got paid a little more than others, having tenyur helped as well. He sat down at a booth and ate his nacho's watching the kiddies dance. Even though the kids weren't really his, he still felt saddness when he realized that they would all grow up soon and leave. He hoped at least they would come back to visit him.[/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][I]A tall man stepped into the airport terminal. It was 9 p.m. EST time, and already dark out. He looked around at all the people that were greeting loved ones, business partners, and friends. He could smell the fear radiating off of the ones that had cheated on their husbands or wives while they were away, and he could taste the hormones as others lusted for their friends. He looked at one woman who had gotten off the plane alone, and had no one to greet her. On her neck the man could see a vein pulsating with blood. His mouth began to water as he watched it. With nothing else to do at the moment, he followed her discretely out of the airport terminal and into a parking garage. It all seemed to perfect for him. As he followed her out, he began to notice other things about her. Such as her elegant form, her tentalizing curves, and wavy hair. His mouth began to water more and more as he watch her from afar. When he saw her reach a car and begin to enter it he could contain himself no more. He sprang forward with all his might, clearing many cars to catch up to the woman. He silently landed behind her and grabbed her neck, then slung her into the car. He climbed into the small compact car behind her and closed the door, blotting out any screams she was most definately giving. He looked at her in the darkness of the car, and of the night, seeing and feeling the warmth coming off of her. The woman was crying loudly, and screaming for help. The man suddenly worried that somebody might hear her grabbed her by the throat and squeezed the breath out of her. The lack of air caused her to pass out, giving the man plenty of time to do whatever he wished to her. For the next few hours nothing but silence came from the car, and anybody that passed would never have suspected what was happening. Never would have known that the man was raping the woman, and biting into her neck to partake in her blood. At two o'clock a.m. airport security investigated the car, its parking liscence had expired. The officer got his ticket pad ready and walked up to the car to put up the fine. He looked at the windshield and saw blood spattered all over the windshield. His stomach started to turn over as he went to the driver's side door to open it. He looked inside and instantly had to turn away so he could throw up what was left of his dinner. He looked back into the car and had to take deep breaths so he would not throw up again. What he saw as a woman was naked, and very obviously dead. He stood up on unsteady feet and walked to his cruiser to get on his radio. He picked up his radio mike and took a deep breath before speaking, "Call the police, an ambulance, and whatever else. I've found a woman that is very dead in her car." By three the police were there, scouring the whole parking garage for clues. The detective first on the scene became the man in charge. He was a middle-aged man named Logan Channing. He was quickly briefed on all that had been found, and the status of the woman. Her name was Nina Cartwright, 25, and unmarried. Her parents lived in upstate New York. They would have to be contacted. Logan figured it would be he who did it. He hated it when that was his job. "Alright, take the body to the morgue for an autopsy. Have them contact me the minute they got something." Logan said, then turned to look out at the city before him. "Going to be another glorious day in New York City."[/I][/SIZE] [I]The following day....[/I] Logan sat at his desk with a haggard look upon his face. The horrific sights from the previous night were still etched on his mind. He tried his hardest to push the images from his mind, but they were far to overpowering. He needed a drink, and being at work didn't help that one bit. The phone rang on his desk. It sounded like a distant noise on a far away plane. His mind came back to the present and he answered it. What he heard on the other end wasn't what he wanted to start his day with. The body of Nina Cartwright was missing, but the body of the doctor at the morgue had been found in Nina's place. Logan let out a disgruntled groan as he stood up and grabbed his jacket. Then taking his leave to the crime scene. On arrival everything was very much cut and dry. As an added bonus, they didn't have to take the body to the morgue, considering it was already there. They just changed a few name tags and went on their way. Logan left there and went immediately to a bar. There was too much going on to his liking. He needed booze, and he needed it quick. His wife wouldn't like it, but she would get over it.

Sign-ups are now officially closed. I regret that I must do this, but I believe it will be for the betterment of the RPG. This will be the first time I've refused players. [B]SilpheedPilot[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] [B]Arika[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] [B]The (Sic) Shape[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] [B]Balinese[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] [B]Raiha[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] [B]Cyriel[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] [B]sublime2004[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] [B]Inuyasha Fandom[/B] - [COLOR=Red]Rejected[/COLOR] [B]callmegoddess04[/B] - [COLOR=Green]Accepted[/COLOR] Congratulations on those that made it. Those that didn't, I'll give you an explanation as to why. Simply put, your post was a rushed job, and given very little thought. Also, I specifically said not to give an "Unknown" Age. So you did not follow the rules, and the sign up was just poo. This will be started within the hour.

Never thought that I would have to join an RPG to become somebody's father... [SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkGreen]Name: Ray Conrad (Read the bio for clarification) Age: 45 Gender: Male Appearance: He stand at about 5'11" tall. He has very broad shoulders and is big boned. In high school he was one of the kids that the coaches always asked: "Why don't you play football?" And he would always answer "Because I hate football you ***." He keeps his hair fairly long, not wanting to keep it in short because it keeps his ears warm in the winter. Speaking of his hair, it usually stays a dark brown, and always on the verge of red. His eyes remain a constant hazel. He also sports a thin goatee and mustache. He wears glasses as well. Personality: He can be a very sarcastic a**hole. Grand aye? But he can also be the coolest person you can know. He isn't afraid to use his mouth to degrade somebody to the point of suicide, and yet, he can be the most gentleist of people. Bio: When he was younger he was a smartass. His mouth got him into trouble big time one day. In this event he told somebody, "Piss off, I'm Irish." This didn't go over well and he ended up with very sore private areas. He came to find out that he would be unable to have children because of it. Yay for him right? Wrong. He was the type that actually wanted children. So, when he graduated in college, majoring in English Teaching, he adopted a family of children that had lost their parents. The oldest of the children Rem, was always a bit of a problem. She was able to remember her parents the greatest. Only time made them get along better. Now he is middle aged, and starting to go gray. He's had the children for about ten years now and they act like a normal family. Though questions are still asked when their names are mentioned. Ray simply answers: "It's their family name, what right do I have to take it away?" Now he prepares to send Rem off to college, and Skye's birthday, as well as his lesson plan. Wish him luck.[/COLOR][/SIZE] Good.. no? Yes?

Vampiric abilities. Good question. In truth, I don't really know. The abilities of vampires varies between story teller. [B]Bram Stoker [/B] had his with the ability to turn into a bat, climb walls like a bug, and I believe turn into a wolf. [B]Anne Rice[/B].. I'm really unsure of, I have yet to read any of her books. [B]Laurell K. Hamilton[/B], of what I have read, just gives them the power to seduce people quite well. [B]Other authors [/B] are just.. weird. The only thing that I have seen in common with all Vampiric story tellers is that they have superhuman strength, they can hypmotize a person, and can create other vampires. If you can think of anything else be my guest to use them, I find it hard to say try to keep it in the norm since Vampires don't really exist. But just don't let it get stupid, if you do, I will kill you.... o_O All in all the sign ups look good. There are a few things in which I would prefer to be changed, but I will let it slide.. even though I'm twitching about it. Alright, if anyone else signs up before tomorrow evening, you may not have vampire(s) kill your family off, making you want to hunt down vampires. It just sounds really stupid. *Twitch* No more vampire hunters, no more contact with vampires until I say. I liked to see some naivity. I'm going to bed before I twitch myself to death.

A tall man stepped into the airport terminal. It was 9 p.m. EST time, and already dark out. He looked around at all the people that were greeting loved ones, business partners, and friends. He could smell the fear radiating off of the ones that had cheated on their husbands or wives while they were away, and he could taste the hormones as others lusted for their friends. He looked at one woman who had gotten off the plane alone, and had no one to greet her. On her neck the man could see a vein pulsating with blood. His mouth began to water as he watched it. With nothing else to do at the moment, he followed her discretely out of the airport terminal and into a parking garage. It all seemed to perfect for him. As he followed her out, he began to notice other things about her. Such as her elegant form, her tentalizing curves, and wavy hair. His mouth began to water more and more as he watch her from afar. When he saw her reach a car and begin to enter it he could contain himself no more. He sprang forward with all his might, clearing many cars to catch up to the woman. He silently landed behind her and grabbed her neck, then slung her into the car. He climbed into the small compact car behind her and closed the door, blotting out any screams she was most definately giving. He looked at her in the darkness of the car, and of the night, seeing and feeling the warmth coming off of her. The woman was crying loudly, and screaming for help. The man suddenly worried that somebody might hear her grabbed her by the throat and squeezed the breath out of her. The lack of air caused her to pass out, giving the man plenty of time to do whatever he wished to her. For the next few hours nothing but silence came from the car, and anybody that passed would never have suspected what was happening. Never would have known that the man was raping the woman, and biting into her neck to partake in her blood. At two o'clock a.m. airport security investigated the car, its parking liscence had expired. The officer got his ticket pad ready and walked up to the car to put up the fine. He looked at the windshield and saw blood spattered all over the windshield. His stomach started to turn over as he went to the driver's side door to open it. He looked inside and instantly had to turn away so he could throw up what was left of his dinner. He looked back into the car and had to take deep breaths so he would not throw up again. What he saw as a woman was naked, and very obviously dead. He stood up on unsteady feet and walked to his cruiser to get on his radio. He picked up his radio mike and took a deep breath before speaking, "Call the police, an ambulance, and whatever else. I've found a woman that is very dead in her car." By three the police were there, scouring the whole parking garage for clues. The detective first on the scene became the man in charge. He was a middle-aged man named Logan Channing. He was quickly briefed on all that had been found, and the status of the woman. Her name was Nina Cartwright, 25, and unmarried. Her parents lived in upstate New York. They would have to be contacted. Logan figured it would be he who did it. He hated it when that was his job. "Alright, take the body to the morgue for an autopsy. Have them contact me the minute they got something." Logan said, then turned to look out at the city before him. "Going to be another glorious day in New York City." ____________ Well, believe it or not this is a vampire story. Modern times, in a modern setting, with everything else modernish. If you made it past the beginning story then congratulations. You can be in this RPG. The jist of it is as follows: Kill the bad/good guys depending on which side you are on. Here are some ground rules though. Starting out, there shall be only a maximum of three vampires. The man as was mentioned first. Nina Channing, whom shall become one herself within a day or so. And one other person. The two that are unnamed you can name anything you want. Everyone that is not a vampire, if you are willing to allow your character to become one, state that in your character sheet, you shall see where. I will take as many good guys that sign up. But only three vamps. Here are the sign up sheets: [COLOR=Navy]Name: Willing to become a vampire? (A simple yes or no will suffice. If you are signing up for a vampire then this part is void.) *EDIT* Also, if a character says: No, it means that if you try to make them a vampire, either one of you shall die. Age: (Not important in the long run, vampires are required for it. I will not allow your age to be unknown, or to be in the thousands if you are the first mentioned vampire. Also, if human, you will keep it above 21, ABSOLUTELY NO EXCEPTIONS) Gender: Description: (Keep it modern) Weapons: (Good guys only, you vamps are... well.. vamps.) Biography: (keep it realistic.)[/COLOR] _____________ Another thing. You vampires are limited you know. You of course cannot be in sunlight. You are allergic to garlic and silver. And you cannot be a half vampire, half human. That is ********. Non-vampires. At first you will not know that they are vampires. It may take a little time. Also, most of the good guys will be police officers. It makes it simple. I may allow two vampire hunters at the most. Again, no half and half on the species. I shall assume the role of Logan Channing, and post his character sheet later tonight on this post. Have fun, and game on. (If you have any question feel free to ask me via email, PM, or IM on one of my messengers.) _____ My Character, and SilpheedPilot, good job. Name: Logan Channing Willing to become a vampire? Yes Age: 36 Gender: Male Description: Logan, being a detective, is above the black uniform. Being allowed to wear whatever he wishes when on duty. Mostly he wears a pair of nice slacks, button up shirt, and a coat of some kind to cover up his shoulder holstered weapon. His black hair is starting to grey at the temples ever so slightly. He is 6' even and is slender. Weapons: Standard issued Glock 9mm under his right shoulder, and his left has a .22 pistol. Biography: When Logan joined the police force he had seen to many police movies. He thought he would automatically get to see the action, the car chases, and the shoot outs, and always come out on top above the other cops and get laid by a busty woman. It all came to a Earth-shattering halt when he was told to be a meter reader. He trudged through the crappy assignments of normal Rookies and eventually got partnered with somebody doing actual cop stuff. As the years passed he went up the ranks in the police force. Finally getting his first murder case when he was 30. It seemed like a God-sent. Then he saw the body. It was more than the movies ever showed, and he lost his appetite quickly, as well as his lunch. After that he was able to handle himself quite well, and was even able to catch most of the criminals he was sent after. Soon, he was a detective. Finally with some leverage in the force. Now he is looking for leads in the Cartwright case.

[B]Characters Name: [/B] Ignatius Latiola [B]Age: [/B] 45 [B]Physical description: [/B] Ignatius has jet black hair that is starting to gray on the temples. He has very dark eyes that are full of hatred. His skin is dark and leathery from staying out in the sun to long. He sports a black bushy mustache that he keeps neatly groomed. He stands at an even 6', including the slouch. He continues to wear black robes, even though he was excommunicated from the Jesuits. [B]Personality: [/B] He was once calm, and easy going. Now he can be anything at any moment. Mostly it is angry, but sometimes it can be morbid humor. He hates most people... well, all people. He sees them all as sinners, and in need of a good cleaving... [B]Biography: [/B] Ignatius was born in Spain to a wealthy family. He lived a pampered life as a child, given anything he desired. When it was time for him to go to college his parents sent him to the best place they could think of, Oxford. There Ignatius studied to become a Mathematician, and took Culenary Arts on the side. When Ignatius graduated it seemed as if a light dawned on him. He disowned his family and became a Jesuit priest at the age of 29. He took the tests and pledged his Oath and became a priest. For the next several years he Missioned to many countries teaching the Word. Eventually he settled down in Pecunia, thinking that he could make a difference in the corrupt place. He was gravely mistaken. He was 42, and in Pecunia. He had already spent 6 years there trying to reform the inhabitants, failing in each attempt. Eventually one day, while speaking the word, he was rudely interrupted. Something inside of him snapped and he grabbed the nearest thing to him, a meat cleaver. He stormed over the the person that interrupted him and stuck the cleaver into the person, killing him instantly. With the corruption of the police Ignatius got off easily. His only punishment being excommunicated from the Jesuits. Since then he has kept the cleaver, and went on a holy crusade in Pecunia, killing sinners, and worshipers of Satan. [B]Education and Training: [/B] Ignatius is an excellant chef. He is fluent in three languages, English, Spanish, and Italian. He majored in Math at Oxford. [B]Driving Emotion: [/B] Revenge/Hatred/Insanity