Darth Vectis

[SIZE="1"]Oh, well. If that is the way we are playing this game then I challenge............ Vicky! Do you accept my challenge?[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Redkin [B]Age:[/B] 33 [B]Appearance:[/B] Redkin stands at a flat height of 6 feet and has short wavy hair. He has grey colored eyes that are steeled from all the terrible thoughts people have and the carnage he?s created over the years. He has a scar an inch in a half under his left eye and his face looks younger than his actual age. He wears a black vest with his emblem embroidered on the back, the symbol called the Red King. He has a metal plate riveted to a piece of leather that is strapped to his forearm. His left arm is completely covered in armor from his finger tips to his shoulder, and then covers the left side of his chest and the rest of his abdomen. He then wears semi loose fitting pants and light weight boots. [B] Personality[/B]: Redkin is as cold as steel and doesn?t really like expression any sort of emotions, he feels them just as much as the next person, but he has learned that letting them crowd your thoughts will get you killed quickly. Being calm and cool always gets you through the fight and keeps you alive that much longer. But, two traits he can?t hide is his brutality and the unpredictability of his character. His brutality and ruthless nature are reflected heavily in his weapon of choice, and his unpredictability can be seen in his method of fighting. He never fights the same way twice, even if the tactic proved to be dramatically effective against the enemy, he will do something completely different to fight his opponent, this alone throws people off on his actions. It is also seen in how he simply interacts with people. Most tend to just avoid him all together to avoid bringing out anything they wished they hadn?t unleashed. [B] Weapons:[/B] Redkin wields a large and vicious looking mace; the handle of the mace is two feet of pure blackened steel wrapped with cloth with about seven inches of it hanging out idly, the handle is two inches thick. The end has a ball that has four curved spikes, like horns, encircling the ball itself. The head of the mace is shaped like a hammer and is blood red in color and made of pure hardened crystal. One side of the hammer flattens out to a regular hammer head, but the other side sharpens out into a nasty spike. The spike itself grows and sheds at will, crystal grows to make the spike larger and denser, while shedding layers of crystal fine tunes it, making it smaller but has more puncturing power. [B] Powers:[/B] Redkin can self-replicate, he can create multiple copies of himself simply but willing them into existence. Each copy is exactly like the original, same body type, same looks, and same mind. If one of the copies is killed they simply dissolve after their death. But if the original dies, the consciousness of the original is transferred to one of the copies instantly. But, he can only create the copies within a 20 yard radius and can only create twenty-five copies at one time. After that he has to start eliminating them to create new ones. [B] Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory:[/B] All Redkin remembers is him sitting on a great throne, thousands upon thousands bowing to him while great banners were strung all over the place bearing his symbol and even greater armies at his disposal. The feeling of triumph and satisfaction hung heavy in his heart and the coppery taste of blood was still on his lips. It all manifested itself into a black metal collar around his neck. [B] Writing Snippet:[/B] The head of his hammer rested on the ground, he simply sat on a rock as he watched the people starting to brawl each other. Some had technique; others were simply trying to get a few blows in. And even more seemed like they were just flailing around attempting to look imposing, it was all a façade of course. It was always just a façade and it never impressed anyone, people died that way and became the prey for the stronger. He noticed a club wielding brute come lumbering toward him. Redkin saw what he was doing, he wanted to match maces. See whose was stronger, he stood from his rock and gripped his weapon firmly and simply waited for the man to draw close enough, when he was within his range he charged forward. After simply two steps a copy appeared 20 yards ahead and the one behind him vanished, and then another appeared, the one behind vanished and just as the two were about to collide another emerged right behind him and the previous one vanished. With his new advantage he choked up on his mace and swung the spiked end into the man?s side. The density of the spike and the swing made the man ragdoll on to the ground with a loud thud and audible scream from his lips. Redkin smoothly changed the motion on his next swing and held it over his head with one hand and swung it downward, letting the handle slide about five inches in his hand before gripping it tightly again and bringing the flat end right on the man?s knees. A sickening snap followed and an even louder scream of pain came soon after. Redkin simply walked over to the man?s head and stood over him. Looking down at him with a cold expression that showed his lacks of compassion for this wanna-be warrior. ?It what world did you think you could have ever bested me? You should have been killed when you were a babe.? Redkin had rested the head of the hammer on the ground and then gripped the shaft in both hands. He plunged it downward onto the man?s head, using massive force and completely destroying the man?s head in a splash of blood, bone, and brain matter. Redkin swiftly tossed his hammer up and then rest it on his shoulder, walking out into the carnage to bring back his memory and achieve that goal. [B] Judge:[/B] I?m totally up for judging people. You all get F?s!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA. Just kidding, sounds like fun.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Ah man, why would I do that?!?!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its terrible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]You would think this city is all consuming, by the way it just seems to envelope all of the people who live in this place. But, its actually the other ways. The people have taken over this city, and have devoured its very soul. Well, that's what I like to think about what I did to this place. I know I didn't make thins better for anyone by being the one to deal weapons to some of the major crime lords of this place. I don't regret it one bit, business is business and I learned a long time ago that you never mix business with your personal life. When that happens, things get overly messy and too much attention gets drawn your way. You can't even bribe enough cops to turn their heads on that one. That's where my mistake began. [B] "Afro, why are you driving so fast?"[/B] All I can do is focus on the road, my vision so concentrated that everything around me starts to fade away from existence. We had another informant to meet today, but we also had a business dealing as well. I was tearing myself up over the choice, but, to honor my daughter and her innocent soul. I decided to go do business, I know she hadn't recovered from the last person I killed and I needed to give her spirit time to heal. Several blocks before I should of, I turned. I saw out of the corner of my eye as Omega grabbed on to the oh shit handle. His face showed the surprise. [B] "Afro where are you going?"[/B] He screamed at me, fear wasn't what came out with those words. It was pure anger. He didn't understand what Afro was doing or why he was making this sudden turn. [B] "I'm attending to some business." "What the fuck are you talking about? We have to go talk to this 'informant' or we will have to keep looking for Jasmines killer."[/B] I took my eyes off the road to look at his face, he saw my usual cold expression, but in my eyes he saw the pain was experiencing by making that single left turn. [B] "We need to do this deal. You remember the rules father taught us?"[/B] Omega nodded his head. [B] "Never mix Family and Business. Things get messy and trouble always follows."[/B] [B] "Exactly, and someone has brought her into our world to break that rule. We need to handle this deal or else we'll be killed pretty quickly my brother. We can't afford to just drop all of our business and just chase after the being that did this."[/B] Omega couldn't really say anything, for one he wasn't driving and two this whole revenge business was Afro's idea and his goal. I never really asked him what he thought, but that really didn't matter. We were gonna do this the way I wanted to do it. We pulled up to the warehouse and hide our vehicle, we were about five minutes early, it gave us time to check the merchandise and make sure everything was working in proper order. They arrived a few minutes after we had just finished our inspection and out illegal workers started to load them. They were men in business suits, ones that didn't understand the word honor. But that wasn't really my problem; it was all about keeping the business strong and never letting anyone get close to my family again. They had showed up in their fancy limos and armed guards that was bad manners to me to bring armed guards. I hated armed guards more for the fact they provided more of a problem if the deal went sour, and when they had guards they always assumed they could set my prices. That?s what really strikes a nerve for me, when my clients think they can set my prices. I?ve killed every single man who has ever tried to do that to me, I always let some of his men go so that they could warn others of this. I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of my hand rolled cigarettes. I?ve always been a little paranoid about people poisoning my tobacco, so I grew it myself and have it processed at my own company. I roll them myself to make sure there is that much less tampering. Lighting it up was always the worst part, that acrid smell of the tobacco burning and the paper catching. After that first drag though, it was pleasant and rather relaxing. I stood beside Omega while I waited for these clients were getting ready to negotiate with me. I made sure to rest one arm on my sword. Ah, yes. My sword, the only arms dealer in the world who carries one probably. Ever other dealer probably has an arsenal of weaponry under his shady trench coat. I wore my clothes for a reason; it put some people at ease, and made others completely confident I wasn?t hiding anything. It?s almost gotten me killed a few times, but, they never suspect I have a desert eagle tucked away right behind my shirt. It?s easy to grab it, and I always feel like a generic punk gangster when I have it there, but it?s more for convenience sake rather than looks. When I noticed they were finally ready and coming into reach of not only my Eagle, but of my blade as well, I knew these guys were new to my style of business dealing [B] ?Anything in particular that?s got you boys interested??[/B] I said as small wisps of smoke leaked from my lips. I blew it out upward, it was rather rude to blow it in the faces of clients that hadn?t lost your respect yet. All they did was nod at me really, with a sort of excited look on their face and bright eyes. They walked over to one of the many crates we had and one of my workers popped the top off. Revealing M60 machine guns that were all neatly lined up and nestled into their little home. [B] ? 2 grand per unit. Non negotiable.?[/B] Their faces got kind of a sad when I told them the ?non negotiable? part, it was the way I ran business and everyone I the city understood this. Supply and demand worked well, as long as no one else was screwing it up. There were plenty of dead and jailed Arms dealers I either killed or had put away myself. When you tamper with the politics of the business, bad things happened to you. The odd business men had huddled up into a weird circle, discussing the prices. All I really could do was look at Omega and give him the signal. He was suddenly ready to do pull out one of his many weapons and probably kill all the guards before they managed to even get a shot off. It would put this whole deal into perspective for these men. They finally came out of their gay circle and one of them stood before the group. He had a stern face and dark hair with a shot of gray going down the right side of his head. He wore a pretty typical suit and held his nose in the face; as if he was better than me. We would see how he was when prices suddenly go up cause of his smug attitude. [B] ?We?ll pay 1 grand per unit and per ammo box.?[/B] Omega let out a chuckle at what the man said, my face had grown harder from what he said, I adjusted the rolled cigarette with my lips and tongue. I shifted very so slightly so my stance was better if I need to draw either my sword or my gun. [B] ?You must be hard of hearing. I said 2 grand per unit, Non negotiable. Ammo boxes are 800 per box.?[/B] The guy put his hands on his lapel and tried to intimidate me with his stare and hard face, I simply returned the favor as I had to look down at him. [B] ?No, let me re phrase the statement. You?re going to give us these weapons for 1 grand per unit and per ammo box.?[/B] Omega saw it in my face and my sudden posture change. During deals I usually slouched a bit because I didn?t care for my customers. He saw me stand up straight and look down at the snotty business man. [B] ?You obviously don?t know how business works here in Otakusin City. It?s about time you learn. Omega, go.?[/B] All that anyone knew had happened yet was several loud bangs went off and bright flashes appeared. And as quickly as the noise and flashing started, it ceased and it was dead silent. The suits had all ducked for cover; I just kept my eyes on the man who was telling me how to run my dealings. The one that had the snotty attitude stood up and brushed his lapel off. [B] ?You missed.?[/B] I simply gestured with my head for him to look behind him and then to his sides. He looked and the expression on his face revealed the utter shock and horror. I simply grinned at him as all his guards lay dead on the ground. All of them had a head shot, but some were filled with bullet holes as well. He looked at me, his eyes wide and full of fear. That?s what I had been looking for, that fear of what we were capable of. [B] ?My weapons, my prices, my rules.?[/B] Like I said earlier, I killed every single man who tried to adjust my prices. Before he even had a moment to think of his retort, my blade was unsheathed and already coming out of the other side of his neck. He stood there for a few seconds, his eyes still blinking, his mouth moving but nothing coming out. He reached up for a second and then his whole body went limp and he fell to his knees. The shock from his knees hitting the ground caused his head to slide forward and roll away from his body. I sheathed my blade and looked to the other suits. [B] ?Oh many units are you looking for??[/B] Business was business. And the moment that deal was done, I had my boys clean up the mess and then we were off. I drove far faster then I should have, we were only about twenty blocks away from where we had just killed about six or seven people. Keeping count wasn?t all that important to me. We pulled up to the shady apartment building and parked the car. All I could really do was staring at the building, all I could do was hope this would lead me somewhere. Somewhere that brought me closer to the person who called on the hit for my daughter. I just didn?t want to move, it was a hope I didn?t want to shatter again. But, I would, since it was for my baby. The only one I had before she was taken from me. I opened the car door and we walked to the Apartment building. My next clue was in that building, and I was going to find it.[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]OOC: I hope this is up to your standards Korey[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]I apologize for not posting. I'm honestly just in a funk right now that is rather difficult to shake off. I will have something for you in two days at the most.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Sparhawk had his face deep in his book, it was on the topic of the Endocrine system and how the hormones affected the system in all the ways. He had read this part several times before, but he was always re-reading books to see if he could discover anyway to make 22 Blue that much better. But, as of right now, he couldn't read a single word of the page he had read before. He couldn't even recall what this passage had mentioned about the process of inducing adrenaline into the system. The words were blurry and scrambled, he couldn't focus because the grief was building up inside of him. Many of them wouldn't have know that Lazarus and Sparhawk were good friends. He was one of the few people willing to do 22 Blue with him and a few others, and if anyone did 22 Blue then they were a friend of his. Besides, Lazarus was always easy to talk to. He had provided Sparhawk with a reliable outlet for pent up emotions or any doubts that had haunted his mind. But now, his friend was dead and gone, and that was something that would be impossible to deal with. His hands started to shake lightly, the book trembling in his hands and the pages started to make and audible flapping noise as his shaking increased. He couldn't contain it any longer, he firmly closed his book and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall hard and some pages from the worn book fell out. He stood up and grabbed an old chair and threw it angrily as well, it shattered into large pieces and several thousand small pieces that scattered about the room. He was breathing heavily and his hands shook violently, he couldn't clear his vision and he couldn't think about anything else accept getting revenge. He heard a chuckle from his left side, he turned and saw that it was trance. He wasn't surprised.[B] "You got something to say Trance?"[/B] She turned her head and looked at him then looked away again. [B] "I'm just laughing at the way you are so torn up about Lazarus anyways. He obviously was not strong enough to survive anymore."[/B] His rage rose suddenly. [B] "You should shut you fucking mouth before you say something you'll regret." [/B]Sparhawk was not in the mood for Trances usual way of talking to people, her condescending tone only fueled his rage. She looked at him sharply from his comment and rose from her bunk and hopped down. she clearly wasn't anywhere as tall as Sparhawk, but that never stopped her from doing anything she wanted to. She started to walk up to him and he looked down at her as he stepped toward her. They stopped about 6 inches away from one another, plenty of room for her reach. [B] "And if I don't shut my fucking mouth Sparhawk?" "I tear that stupid as piercing in your neck Trance. We'll see how much you cry then."[/B] She started to raise her hand. [B] "And I'll tear your balls off you prick."[/B] Sparhawk reached into his holster and pulled out his hand gun and pulled the hammer back, a loud click followed behind it. [B] "And I'll make sure you get a nice new hole in your fucking brains. I'm in no mood for your shit today Trance."[/B] He kept his gun pointed at her, he knew it he let down his guard she would get him good this time. She kept her face cold even with the gun in her face. She didn't understand fear, but she understood the consequences of being dead. She gave him a mean look and walked back casually to her bunk and seat herself on it. Sparhawk stashed his gun away and walked out of the room, he saw his brother Bedlam moving about. He talked to him briefly to let him know where he was gonna be, Bedlam was not surprised to know his older brother was gonna be in his lab, toiling with 22 Blue again. They parted ways and Sparhawk walked through the people in their underground town. It was interesting to see all the heretics just roaming around going about their 'sinful' ways. He couldn't smile though, it was a day of mourning for him and his crew. Some of them wouldn't express any regret for his death, some of them would cope with it, and a few of them would feel the tug the hardest. He knew the commander would be in the worst shape, he would probably work himself to death through sheer grief and still get more done then any man could. He found his lab and walked into the first room, he hung up his coat and his hat and the put on his suit to cover up his body, he then place his gas mask on and the special goggles. He locked the door to the first room then entered a second room through a sealed hatch. He found that all his chemicals had been brewing properly. He went about tending to his projects, all the different concoctions of 22 Blue. Seeing if he could get it to specialize into a new form. Trying to get it to do specific duties when he desired it, such has giving him a dopamine high is he wanted it, and endorphin rush if he needed to avoid painful situations, and even try to get it branch out to different hormones so he could control those as well. It was his ever lasting attempt to do things others couldn't. His obsession with being able to know everything through scientific findings was some what disturbing to some. They couldn't let go of the religious beliefs completely and that set him apart from the rest. He hadn't really bought into the whole faith, he believed that science could tell him everything he needed to know. And it seemed to work out pretty decently well to this very day. Sparhawk started to mix some chemicals together, getting different results with every mixture. But none, so far, were to his liking or were the results he desire the most. He ignored them for the time being and constructed new chemicals and new mixtures. After he had satisfied his desire he unhooked the hatch and walked out into his clean room. Sealing the hatch he removed his goggles, mask and suit and then sat in a chair in the room. He was seated beside a small night stand and opened the draw and pulled out an automatic injector. He reached into the draw again and drew out a small vile with a reddish blue liquid in the vile. He pressed the vile into the loading dock on the top of the injector and leaned his head back as he lowered the needle into his tear duct. It was always the most painful part of the procedure. But to Sparhawk, it was worth the pain. He hit the button and the liquid shot in, he his whole body twitched and he removed the needle and pushed it into the other tear duct, he hit the button again and it shot in the strange liquid. He twitched once more and removed the needle, he set it on the night stand and slouched heavily in his chair as he drifted off to his world that was beyond all of this. He faded from the real world, and into his mind where he knew he would be safe from the pain.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1] OOC: Hope I was true to your character Raiha.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Sparhawk Zephyrus [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B][URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Sparhawk.jpg"][B] [Sparhawk][/B] [/URL] [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/SparhawkOutfit.jpg"][B][Sparhawk outfit][/B][/URL] He doesn't wear the sunglasses and he does wear the hat. Sparhawk has wide variety of tattoos on his body, many ranging from alchemic symbols, to images of creatures and people. The two he makes sure to keep up are the two swords on his forearms. The blades are incomplete and the sword hilts only have one side of the hand guard. But when he puts his forearms together to form the letter H for the heretics, this is his way of identifying himself to the other members. [B] Personality:[/B] Sparhawk is viewed as a pessimist to many, but he just likes to call it being a realist. He also has a high tolerance for pain that only comes from years of never trying to give people the satisfaction of ever winning over him. He once took a punch to the face that broke his nose and just smiled, just before he kicked that person in the gut with his boot. He is also rather unconventional in his methods of thinking; he tries to cover corners others haven’t to make sure all of his bases are covered and that he can’t be surprised. He is also sometimes referred to as cruel, as he can come up with a way to eternally torture someone without even really needing to physically touch them. It’s a gift in his eyes, not so much in others views. [B]Short Bio:[/B] Sparhawk grew up in a “normal” house hold, one that reflected the times. His family was fairly wealth and donated money to the church. He grew up learning to be sophisticated and to act proper amongst people who were of the same class. He took to this very well and didn’t mind the formalities. It provided a nice cover for his overwhelmingly twisted person. He learned to dress like a noble, to walk and to talk like one. To understand how they thought and how they responded to many different situations. When he was in his younger ages he wanted to be an Adept, since his family was so heavily involved with the church, and eventually and inquisitor. But, he discovered his skills didn’t reflect well in combat, for he tends to just kill people instead of properly interrogating them. So he took to a profession that could challenge him mentally and could provide results that would boost his esteem when he lacked it. He became a chemist and created many things, once of those things is 22 Blue. He sees that as his brain child and never will let that recipe out for anyone else to copy. He broke off from the church for reasons of his own and was picked up by the Heretics for his chemist abilities, plus some of the people were dependent on his new drug. So he proved to be an asset in more than one way to a rag-tag crew. [B]Weapons/Special Skills:[/B] Sparhawks primary weapon is a sword cane he has. He never goes anywhere without his cane so he always has his blade on hand. All he has to do is simply give his cane a tug and the blade easily pulls out from its hiding place. He also has a seven inch knife up his right sleeve and then a five inch knife hidden within his shoe. He simply has to apply pressure in the right areas and the knife appears. He also carries a .44 handgun, tucked away in a holster on the back of his belt. His skills are those of a chemist, he is not a world class chemist, but he is rather good, considering he created 22 blue. And his chemist skills extend beyond creating drugs and brewing concoctions of different chemicals, it extends to creating different types of volatile explosives. [B]Vice:[/B] Sparhawk is a regular user of a drug called 22 Blue. It is a specifically designed drug that lasts for 22 minutes every time it is injected into the body. The drug is called blue due to the fact that it is injected straight into the tear duct of the user which causes either the blood vessels in the eyes to turn blue or for the users tears to take on a blue tinge. The high he receives from the drug makes him feel like he is flying, shrivels the pain receptors, releases endorphins and dopamine into his body. Sometimes, however, it can ramp up his aggression to levels that are unhealthy for him and others, sending him into a sort of berserker state. Sparhawk also has a obsessive problem, one that is in the area of how things work and why they work different in people. It becomes such a problem for him that he has actually assaulted people and dissected them to see if there were changes between people or himself. [B]Writing Sample:[/B] [B]“The colors, they are so bright now. So amazing.”[/B] Sparhawk said to himself, he had just injected himself with his famous concoction. 22 Blue was his baby; he would never give it up to anyone. He would be more than happy to share his prize, but he would never reveal its secrets to another soul. The place it took him was absolutely amazing; he could never get this kind of feeling from the church, well, not anymore. Ever since he grew up he never felt that sort of satisfaction from the church, never got that natural high or that adrenaline rush. The sermons and the constant berating of the “sinners” were sometimes just a little more than he could handle. Being told that you were unclean and something all around evil was not something that was very stimulating to a man who used his logic, or what Sparhawk claimed to be his logic. He had his back up against a wall as he was looking into the sky, the bright blue color of it made him smile to himself. But, suddenly his vision blurred and went from a bright blue, to a vibrant red. His expression changed from one of sheer ecstasy and glee, to one of malice and rage. He stood up and looked around in a new way; he was looking for someone to destroy in his mind. Someone to see how they worked, he wanted to know what made them walk, talk, function properly, and what happened when death over came them. They all differed in that process, death was always different for them all. He gripped his cane tightly as he walked away from his wall; he walked through a crowded street. He needed to find the right person, that one person that just twisted him the wrong way. He found his mark rather quickly, a young woman that was about mid twenties and had dark brown hair. She had light tanned skin and a figure that any woman would kill for. He instantly moved through the crowd, and worked ahead of her, marking her as his target. He looked back for a moment, letting her catch him looking at her then turning away slowly. Making sure to dip his hat over his face and then vanishing into an alleyway. She let her curiosity get the better of her and followed the man, traveling in-between the buildings, seeing only the coat tail of Sparhawk. He finally stopped when he was deep enough and climbed up the sides of the building, using force to push himself up as he hung over the alleyway. The girl traveled in and looked around, not able to find him, she turned her back as she was right under him and he dropped on her. His boots made contact with her spine and a sickening snap followed. She crumpled into a heap before she could even say a word. His rage got the better of him; he instantly started to beat at her body with his fists. He did this for a straight 22 minutes; by the time he came out of his high she was dead. Her body so badly broken and destroyed that he found there was nothing really left that was fully intact enough to take notes on. He reached down and wiped his hands on the clothing on his victim and then stepped over her corpse and exited into the city. Forgetting about the girl and her horribly mangled body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]In all honesty, their is no preferred way in my book for characters fighting. If i was going to set some sort of guideline, it wold probably be that if their is a serious fight between characters, there should be at least one post from each fighter. Other wise, it's a crap shoot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]He looked to his right, his hand was placed in the steady grip of his only love. And, he could feel the tension between them, she had been looking for him for a thousand years and suddenly he let her back into his life. He not only allowed her into his new life he was creating, but made her an important part as well. He sighed internally, he understood what he was doing was forcing her into this situation much quicker then expected. He soon felt he could no longer take the awkwardness between them, he stood from his chair and looked down at her. He squeezed her hand for just a moment. [B] "Care to spar my dear?"[/B] He suddenly a revitalization, a dramatic change in her demeanor. He saw how her eyes lit up and how her posture changed. She nodded her head furiously and he let a small smirk touch the right corner of his lips. He moved away from his desk and walked out the door. Firenze was right beside him, he could see that the fire was back in her. He was gonna keep it that way, even if it meant he had to fight her everyday, even if it meant he had to leave her to her hunts. He walked through the make shit corridors, past the quickly constructed rooms and walked outside. He saw the fires burning, the tents pitched in a seemingly haphazard fashion. Fortunately they had worked out a proper way and placement of tents to make sure movement was not impeded if they needed to move again. He walked past several of his troops, they stared blankly as they saluted him and waited for him to salute back before he went about his walk. He saw the recruits all gathered around the sparing area they had set up, Seraphim had been hesitant at first to give them a reason to fight each other. But, he figured that he could allow them to do this so they could learn how to fight to some degree. He kept walking forward as the crowd of vampires, werewolves, and sprits all huddled around, rooting on their chosen fighter. He tapped shoulders and they instantly moved out of his way, occasionally he ran into and ill tempered vampire or werewolf and was forced to move them out of his way. He finally made it through the crowd and saw his captain of his personal guard giving some lessons to some young ones. He walked over to her, his hands behind her back. [B] "Cora."[/B] She instantly turn away from her student and stood rigid. She saluted him. [B] "Master, what is you need?"[/B] He gave her that critical look, the one a commander gives all his troops. Never giving them satisfaction of doing a job well done, if they thought they disappointed him, then they would work harder to try to impress him. His hands were still behind his back as he stood over her. [B] "I require this arena. Mrs. Firenze and I have a long over due issue that needs to be dealt with. I need you to provide crowd control and then, when this altercation is settled I need you in my office."[/B] She nodded and instantly moved to the circle of people and moved them back a little bit, providing a bigger area for them to fight in. Seraphim turned to his love and looked into her eyes. He then turned away and walked a few feet away then turned back to face her. [B] "Lets see if you still have the skills to try and take me down my dear."[/B] A grin spread across Firenze's face and she crouched down as was her natural instinct. She instantly leaped at him and tried to scratch at him with her nails, she narrowly missed as he leaned to his right. She skid on the ground and turned on him instantly, lunging again, this time stopping short of him and running at him. She lashed out with her nails and her claws, they shifted as she swung at him. He avoided her as best he could, they would get close and then she would miss by a mile. He had to move back to make sure she couldn't get a firm hit on him. He knew she was getting dangerously close when she managed to snag some of his vest and tore a good chunk out of the material. He briefly looked at the missing piece, and then saw red marks developing on his chest. A small amount of blood started to ooze from his chest from the four new cuts in his chest. He saw the look in her eyes when she saw his blood, the crazed look he had seen earlier this night. He shifted his stance, pulling his hands from behind his back and holding them out, one was balled up into a fist, the other was open. [B] "Come again my dear."[/B] She had a wide smile on her face this time. [B] "Gladly, Seraphim." [/B]She struck instantly, moving faster then most werewolves could. He used his open right hand to push her first strike away then swung with his left to try and catch her of balance. She evaded it and struck again, he batted it away again and struck again. This time trying to his her with both hands, he missed and she twisted away from him and attempted to jump on his back. He maneuvered out of the way and then their was a sudden metallic ring. Seraphim had drawn his blade and was hold it down. He saw the tension building in her muscles, seeing the predator in her coming out. He held the blade with one-hand and looked deep into her blue eyes. He didn't wait for her this time. He rushed her, swing his blade with a sort of grace that came from centuries of practice and use. She evaded the first few strikes and managed to strike back. When she struck out, he managed to avoid the attack and then drew his blade back right across her forearm. She with drew instantly and backed away from him for a moment, her blood dripped slowly from his blade. She licked at her arm as a wound does to an injury. She still had that tenacity that wasn't going to go away, it was only going to build as they fought. He held his blade up and looked at her again, trying to read her before she even moved. She started to walk around him, shifting between wolf and human as she did. Either form she took, she was still dangerous, even though she preferred her wolf form more then anything. But, as expected, she lunged for his back. It was her nature to attack from behind and get her prey at its weakest point. He didn't even attempt to turn around, he instead had reached inside of his vest and pulled out a small piece of bone from his hidden inside pocket. He clenched the piece of bone and focused it behind him, a wall of pure bone suddenly erupted from the ground and Firenze smashed right into it. Cracking the bone and sending herself to the ground, Seraphim turned around and touched the wall. It crumbled under his hand, and then he saw someone he hadn't expected. He smirked again, he noticed Firenze was getting back up. He slid his sword into its scabbard. He saw she was about to lunge when he held his hand to her. [B] "No, I have someone else in mind for you to take your anger out on."[/B] He looked to the face in the crowd that had caught his attention so quickly. [B] "Nero. Come here"[/B] The young hybrid pushed through the crowd and stood before his master. He bowed his head to him and relaxed his posture after the formality's were down with. [B] "Yes Seraphim?"[/B] He looked to the woman standing up from her impact, her eyes shifted to Nero. [B] "I want to see you combat Mrs. Firenze here. She is rather intent on fighting, after this fight is over were all going back to my office."[/B] Nero looked up at him, then nodded to him. He took a few steps away and readied himself. Seraphim turned to Firenze and walked toward her, he stopped right beside her and talked into her ear. [B] "I want you to experience first hand how strong he is. If I remember, this is the only proper way to see how strong anyone is. Good luck, my love."[/B] Seraphim walked away from the fight and stood in front of the crowd. Ready to witness a very interesting battle between a hybrid and a very adaptive Werewolf. OOC: Hope I portrayed your character correctly DC. Omega and DC, have at it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Intro:[/B] They call me, Afro. I suppose that name was given to me when I was a little kid. I never wanted to cut my hair, so I just let it grow, it turned into what most people see today. When I was about ten, my brother would call me Afro instead of my real name. He took a liking to it and never stopped saying it, no matter how much it irritated me. I eventually got over it and accepted the name, my father enjoyed I had a name like that. You see, he was the original arms dealer in my family. He was the reason why I and my brother were taught to be strong; we were made to be cold and taught to separate business from family. I and my brother understood this; we understood it was to protect those who were close to us. I took this very serious, I never told anyone about them. I never spilled that secret out that I was named something else; I never let anyone onto who my family was. And when my father has taught us how to be strong and how to use our crude weapons better then guns, he taught us the trade. He raised us to become some of the best arms dealers alive. We learned the proper techniques; we learned how to deal with people who would try to cheat us, who would try to kill us for our supply. Now, arms? dealing is not something that is just learned, it is born into you. To be an arms dealer, you have to be great at spotting liars, thieves, tricksters and amateurs. I and my brother were born for the work, together we could spot out any bad deals, any deals that were set up by the police and any deals that looked sketchy. We were the best team of dealers any father could have asked for. My father eventually passed away, it was a long time coming since the arms dealing industry was a stressful one. We took over immediately; it was rough at first, getting people to deal with his sons. But after you make an example of a few people who cross you and deal with someone else, they all tend to flock back. It took use a few years to get all of our father?s customers back, but we got them all and made quiet a nice living. I eventually branched out and started my own family; it?s an interesting thing to have people suddenly depend on you. To have the same woman with you every day, it?s even more fascinating when you have a child together. Our relationship didn?t last much longer then about three years, I eventually told her I was the notorious arms dealer known as Afro. She stayed with me only because I took care of her while she was pregnant; when she gave birth to our daughter she left me and Jasmine alone. It was probably the only time in my life I regretted being in my business. But, the void filled when I was raising Jasmine, she made it all better for me. I took care of her and made sure she was protected. I may not have discussed my personal life, except with my brother, with anyone else, but people always found a way to give up someone else?s personal life. It happened one day, I remember like it was yesterday. Jasmine was seventeen years old; she had her license and was out for a drive. I had her tailed of course to make sure no one approached her that would hurt her. Unfortunately, she was so use to being tailed by my guards that she managed to disappear from their sights fairly quickly. As a father, that was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced. Little did I know that far worse was coming my way. The details on this situation are still blurry to me, but from what I was told by my inside sources in the police force, she was at a night club in some part of the shadier part of the city. She got scooped up by this guy, Dante was his name, and he wooed her in all the right ways. She became smitten with him and followed him to ?his place?; unfortunately this Dante was not some guy who just found her. He had been following her and saw his chance to get to her. He was a stalker of sorts, a paid stalker. He followed her to the club and took advantage of her situation; he was good at wooing women and for being a particularly effective assassin. Someone had leaked my personal life to another, I still don?t know to this day, and they sent Dante to deal with my daughter. He did his job well and he paid the price for a job well done. A few days after worrying about her and wondering what happened I received a note through my window tied on a brick. The note simply said, ?Look outside.? I did what it said, and saw the only thing that was worse then seeing my wife walk away from us. It was the mutilated body of Jasmine hanging by her wrists by the gate that was in front of my home. After that, I made sure to pay a visit to Dante. Giving a small increase to the cops who were under my pay roll, they let me in to see him. I made sure he suffered for what he did to my daughter. He barely survived the night after they took him to the hospital. Currently, he is in prison, and every month he ends up in the infirmary for being beaten brutally. Several of the guards are easy to bribe, while hundreds of the inmates are old friends and employees. They take care of Dante whenever he gets out of that infirmary. Last I heard, the last beating he took got out of hand when I divulged that he killed and mutilated jasmine. He?ll never walk again from what I know. But, to this day, I still look for my daughter?s true killer. Dante may have done the act, but he was simply paid to do it, the real man behind the operation was still a mystery. I still look for him, I always will until he can feel my cold blade against his throat, just before I completely remove his head. [B]Name[/B]: Afro-he dropped his last name to protect his family?s identity [B]Age[/B]: 36 [B] Occupation:[/B] Arms dealers, though recently he has become a part time revenge assassin as he looks for his daughter?s murderer. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/exclusive-character-bio-iafro-sa-1.jpg"]Afro.[/URL] He stands at a staggering height of 6' 6" and many people think his thin body structure would be impossible for him to walk around, be he is actually much faster and stronger then people suspect. He always smokes a hand rolled cigarette rather than buying anything from any supplier, he prefers to know where his tobacco comes from. He always seems to wear the same attire in every dealing he makes; he will occasionally wear a black suit with a black shirt with a purple tie. He however will never remove his sandals for any reason except for the traditional Japanese way for showing his respect for others. If he has no respect then he will keep them on. He hardly wears the head band; he usually keeps it tucked away in his pocket unless he is looking to intimidate someone. Since he is notoriously known for killing people when he wears that head band during deals that go sour, or during his search for his daughter?s killer. [B]Personality[/B]: Afro is a cold-hearted dealer, and an even colder killer. He takes no insult from anyone and has an iron fist when it comes to his family or anyone he is fond of. He also has a strict policy when it comes to his business, and he has an honor code when it comes to his adversaries. And due to his brash nature, he is very straight forward with what he says and says few things altogether. [B]Family[/B]: Karen (his wife that walked away from him after their daughter was born.) Jasmine (His daughter, Deceased.) Omega (Brother, co-arms dealer.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Seraphim held her against the wall, the rush of the past coming back to him. He remembered quite clearly the day he took his blade and stuck her with it. The scar on her shoulder was still there to this day, the blade he carried now was not the weapon that had pierced her hide that day. It was another weapon, a blade he had received from his mentor, centuries ago. He took it back when Seraphim had left the clans, it didn't really matter him that much. It had been purely a sign of his rank, of his strength. He had his blade on him now, and his one shot pistol that made many wonder if it still worked. Jasper had learned already its power. He went back over the scar on her shoulder once more, he was recalling that battle that had lead to this mark. In those days, she was blood crazed, she was as wild as the wind during a hurricane. He was smitten with her the years that followed, well, more like the decades that followed. That day on the field though, she was another body in his way. One that simply didn't die, one that he wouldn't kill, not so much he couldn't have. To this day, he never regretted not killing her on that field. It had been a battle between vampires and the lycans. Humans had become heavily involved in their affairs at that point, it was impossible to have them not be part of their war. It mattered little to him, he had killed all equally. In the heat of battle, everyone was equal, even women who fought. They would kill and die just like anyone else, Firenze was different then the rest of those people. Her need for blood, her need for his blood was at first simply a way for him to use her. But, that quickly changed when he realized she was far different then anyone he had met before. Even his wife in his mortal life compared nothing to the werewolf that had hunted him for and entire millennium. That was the sort of conviction he needed for this war, for his blood wars. He needed her by his side, now, at this time was most crucial. He looked in to her blue eyes, he could see her form falter a little bit. He could see the wolf inside of her, and it made his blood yearn for the ending of the war. To see the Harbingers become triumphant so their new world would be upon them. He kept his focus on her. [B] "I do not think you are an idiot Firenze.[/B]" He pulled her off of him and moved toward the window again. He looked out into the camp, looking for the one she spoke of. The one she cared about more then anything, except for Seraphim. He spotted him and then looked back at her. [B] "I left you to hunt me because I was an idiot. The rules of the coven forbid an impure union."[/B] She growled at him, at the words he spoke. [B] "Your pathetic covens rules forced me to spend a thousand years to find you. You made me look for you, you tossed me aside and left me to hunt for you![/B]" He could she was letting out a thousand years worth of emotions on him, feelings and more specifically, a thousand years of heart broken pain. And his face remained stern, his emotions in check. He just kept watching her, reading her body language and taking in her words.[B] "I kept you from being killed Firenze. If the coven had known, if Kain had known then you would have been killed. I could not allow that. I could not let you just die." "I would die for you Seraphim! I would die for you."[/B] He couldn't stop the rush of anger flash through him, he grabbed on to the nightstand under the window and tossed it across the room. [B] "I won't let you die Firenze! Do you understand me! I watch as my mortal family died centuries ago while I lived on. I will not let you be killed off as well!"[/B] Firenze simply stood there as she watch this immortal, a clan lord, a creator, a commander of the Harbingers was showing who he use to be to his hunter. His anger subsided instantly and he recovered his cool exterior. [B] "You must understand Firenze. I am only so strong, and my powers have kept me and him alive for a very long time. And I can protect you too, I can keep you from dying senselessly."[/B] Seraphim looked into her deep blue eyes, he could see tear building up in them. Her emotions were getting the better of her, but then again, that's why he was drawn to her. He was controlled and hardly showed whatever emotions he had. She was wild and free with them, it often made her shape shift when they were extreme enough. He breathed in slowly. [B] "Firenze, say something. Please."[/B] He said in a softer tone. She took several moments before she spoke, she had her hands placed on her chest as she stepped a few steps closer toward Seraphim. [B] "Does he always forget Seraphim?"[/B] He nodded slowly, the tears rolled down her face even though she made no noise. He could see how this was something no mother could ever bear, their own child never knowing or ever remembering they existed. He let out a small sigh, he knew he only remembered him because he had been their for so long and a little magic of his own kept him in his mind. He suddenly felt Firenze bury her face in his chest and she gripped his vest and sobbed silently. He hadn't even noticed her close the distance between them. He simply put his arms around her and stroked her hair. [B] "It'll be alright Firenze. You're here now, you're going to be a bigger part of his life now. And like I said, he is a strong boy."[/B] She nodded as her tears started to subside, he held her just a little longer before he held her out to arms length and looked down into her blue eyes again. [B] "Now, I need you stay here with me while I call the others in. We need to assert your dominance in this pack. I'm going to call in one of the others first, then after a couple people, we will call him in. That way you have a little treat of seeing him and being able to talk to him outside of your meeting earlier."[/B] She nodded to him and he sat her down in his arm chair, he walked over and seated himself in his office chair and opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a wine bottle and glass, uncorked the bottle and poured the dark read liquid into the glass. He smelled the fresh blood before taking a swig of it. He felt the refreshing taste of it cool his blood, bringing him back to his commanding position. He picked up a small ear piece from his desk and started speaking into the mic of it. [B] "Someone retrieve Silvester K for me. Bring him to my office immediately, make sure to also collect Nemo as well. They both will be needed. Make it quick."[/B] He set the ear piece down and looked to Firenze , seeing her take on a cool complexion. He smirked and then instantly straightened his face as he sipped his glass of blood. OOC: Alright, well, Bone Machine and Muuh Puar, you two are coming up. Be ready.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Ah yes, summer jobs. This is always a fun topic. Well, my first job was about a month after summer, and it was in retail. All you on the East coast will know the place, Steve & Barrys. I worked their for about a year, doing almost nothing at first, but then several people were laid of suddenly and I was suddenly doing everything. It was a nice job since the people i worked with made it bearable. That is, until we were all told it was closing down, for good. And then the customers got nasty and everyday i thought about hitting at least one of them every time they came up to my register. Anyways, another job shortly after Steve and Barrys was being a game tester for Sony. I still take part in testing from time to time and I do it now so that I can eventually get into the field I want by trying to get some sort of scholarship from the Sony corporation. But currently, I am working at another retail store called Sports fever, its a rather cushy job because I talk to people about sports, and i sit on my *** for about 4 hours a day and make 9 bucks an hour. Its mind numbing though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Seraphim sat on that rock, staring at the stars for hours. He could just look up into those shining lights and get lost in their transfixing light. They were something all together, magical. He turned away from that mindset, he couldn't day dream. He couldn't relax and he could not ever let his guard down. Hearing from Nero about Firenze had returned hadn't surprised him in the least, she was one of the best trackers he knew. It was really only a matter of time, and now that she was here, she could be far more useful than simply hunting him down all the time. He stood from his seat and made his way through the forest. During his walk he was hit with this signal, this message that was insignificant to him. He felt the pain and anguish and brushed it aside idly. Pain was a weakness that would get, whoever sent the wave, them killed. He went from a walk to a sudden sprint; he needed to cover the distance to the camp as quickly as possible. Walking would have taken him hours, and he had already wasted plenty of hours staring into the sky. Now, it would only take an hour at the most to cover the distance. He stopped about a half mile short or the camp. He did this because of the scenery change, it was thicker here then most of the forest. The grass was taller, it brought back memories. One memory in particular; the one of Alexander Mitchell and the day he turned that boy into a vampire. He didn't understand, to this very day, why he hadn't killed him. Why he didn't just drink him dry and found another. But, there was something special about that man, besides the fact he had the guts to stab an immortal when the odds were clearly against him. He would find out one day, it always came to him. And until then, he would keep searching in his dreams and whenever he could talk to those on the other side. But for now, he had other matters to attend to. He took off again, lunging into the darkness and to his base. He needed to consult with everyone that was a part of this revolution, part of his grand design for the final step for all creature of supernatural kind. He was going to put them on top, and they would become part of the known world. He had to stop for a moment when he received a phone call. It was Nemo and he needed to discuss a few things with him. He had found a new recruit, one that was painfully new to the world of the super natural. He made sure to inform Nemo that he watch out for the kid and make sure he didn?t give them away. It would be a shame to have to kill a new breed. As he moved swiftly to the Harbingers camp he let his mind wander, it always wandered back to the same thing. It was actually one of the reasons he was in this war, why he had started it all. He started it for a past love, well, a past love that still followed him to this day. He still had that desire for her, that passion that would never leave him. He, however, would never admit it to another soul for he knew it would diminish his command. He needed to remain firm; he needed to keep this war going for the right reasons and not for his petty emotions. He had suppressed them so long that he had forgotten he had any, his indifference was key to his survival. Vampires would never be allowed to love freely or walk amongst people at their whims if he faltered now. He pushed away the thoughts and focused on his current objective. He arrived just outside of the harbinger camp; he came to a stop and walked the rest of the way. He held his head up as he entered the camp and people recognized him immediately, bowing their heads, bowing at the waist, some even getting on their knees and bowing. He ignored them all, until he heard the rumbling noise of people. He made his way through the people and saw people gathering around a couple of young men fighting. He walked through the crowd, they parted as soon as they saw him, and those who didn?t move were forcibly shoved out of his way by another. He came upon the two who were fighting; he saw that a young werewolf now lay on the ground unmoving. The young vampire that was victorious was scratched and had bruises on him. He kneeled down and touched the young man?s neck, feeling for a pulse. His eyes narrowed as he felt nothing, this young being was now dead. He reached up and closed his cold staring eyes. He rose from the corpse and looked to the vampire slowly. The vampire grinned at him. [B] ?Killed off that lycan scum, he was no match for the master race sir.?[/B] Seraphim remained emotionless, simply staring at the vampire. This sort of prejudice would only hinder his cause; only divide the races even more. It was hard enough for him to get werewolves to be part of his coven, sprits were rather whimsical about is sometimes. Others like Nemo searched for a purpose through his war. He looked at the spectators. They began to disperse; he quickly raised his hands into the air and called out to them. [B] ?Do not leave yet, you all will learn something today.?[/B] The crowd suddenly packed in, more people from the camp crowded in; he knew the ones closest would spread the news of what was to happen after he set the rules. He turned again to the young vampire, his grin was half cocked now, he seemed unsure about what was about to happen. Seraphim took two steps toward him, he was only about three feet away from him now, and plenty close enough. He looked into the young ones eyes and spoke in a cold tone as he always did. [B] ?What is your name boy?? ?My name is Jasper, my lord.?[/B] He bowed his head, Seraphim looked to the crowd. Making sure the eyes of his soldiers were focused in on them. [B] ?Well, my young Jasper. Do you know what it is we fight for??[/B] He nodded [B] ?We fight for freedom, to become known to the human races.? ?That is correct.?[/B] Seraphim?s tone got harder has he continued. [B] ?Do you know what that sort of thing requires from us; from all the races seeking this same sort of thing??[/B] Jasper took a moment to think, then shook his head. [B] ?Of course you don?t. It requires blood, it requires sacrifice, and it requires unity. We must work together or we will all die.?[/B] Jasper nodded his head in understanding. [B] ?Yes, my lord.?[/B] He said in a meek tone now, his grin was gone and his eyes on the ground. [B] ?And Jasper, look at me boy.?[/B] His eyes snapped upward, looking into Seraphim?s harsh gaze. [B] ?Do you know my punishment for any crime committed in my camp, in my house?? [/B]He shook his head once. That was all he had time for; Seraphim drew his pistol in a flash and pulled the trigger, releasing the bullet from his ancient weapon and sending it straight into the heart of Jasper. Jasper stood in shock for a moment then feel over, his eyes still open in shock. Seraphim holstered his pistol, he looked to the crowd and then went to the body, and he heard a small groan. He kicked him on to his back and leaned over to look him in the face. [B] ?Equality Jasper.?[/B] He rose from the dying boy and looked to the crowd once more. [B] ?In my house, in my camp my word is law. You will all abide by my law or you will be executed, there are no exceptions.?[/B] He then focused his mind on getting to his office, he had much to hear and much to discuss with all of those waiting for him. He was in for a long night, and Firenze was going to make this hard on him, he would need to get her to calm down before he could speak to them. He walked into his office and held on to his presence, keeping that command he was use to having at this point. He saw all of his commanders sitting around, waiting for his return. He instantly saw her; he saw her shifting between wolf and human form. It was rather majestic to see her change forms; her instantaneous manor was something that made her hard to get rid of. The moment she smelled him she turned on her heels and rushed him, she leaped into the hair and wrapped herself around him. Arms and legs were no tied around him and she squeezed tightly. [B] ?Seraphim! Your back, I was going crazy without you! I couldn?t stand it anymore; I?m so glad your back.?[/B] Seraphim pushed her off of him. [B] ?Please Firenze. We can talk after the briefing, alright??[/B] She looked up at him with her usual puppy dog eyes, she nodded her head slowly, and rather hesitantly. [B] ?Do you promise my dear??[/B] She nodded again, this time more vigorously. [B] ?Good, now. I need to hear what happened to all of you. Do not leave any details out soldiers.?[/B] He had walked over to his desk and seated himself as he started to hear the reports, hearing of the bounty hunters loose now, all of them looking to take his head and kill his commanders. The fantastic detail these reports were given gave Seraphim a vivid image of what was going on now. He had remained motionless the entire time, listening closely to each report. When the last of them had finished, he placed his hands together and placed his elbows on his desk. [B] ?Very interesting, all of you. I appreciate the detailed reports from each one, now. I need you all to go about your duties. Check on the patrols, make sure that all our defenses are up-to-date and that our troops are in line. Some of the new recruits are getting riled up; I personally had to deal with a quarrel that ended poorly for both parties. I need one of you to attend to the proper burial of a young werewolf, find out his name and bury him several miles away from us. Somewhere protected where the young one can rest in peace. Also, burn the corpse of the young vampire, his name is not important and he matters nothing. Now go, I will summon you all as I need to.?[/B] They were all leaving when Seraphim called out to Firenze. [B] ?You sit down; we need to talk about some things. I see it in your eyes, the rest of you leave.?[/B] He said normally, the others were filtering out when Nemo stopped and looked to Seraphim. As Seraphim was receding back into his mind, looking out the window for a moment. He suddenly heard a voice. [B] ?Is there something on your mind my lord??[/B] Seraphim looked up at him, glancing momentarily at Firenze then to Nemo. [B] ?No, do not worry yourself. It?s nothing young one.?[/B] Nemo turned and started walking out the door, Seraphim called out him suddenly, and he turned and looked at the vampire. [B] ?Why do you ask Nemo??[/B] He simply shrugged his shoulders. [B] "I thought it might have been what we had on our minds. Someone we had loved." [/B]Seraphim was taken back by this, he didn?t show it physically, but he felt his mind suddenly come to a complete halt as he heard those words. Nemo turned and walked out the door. Seraphim stood from his chair and walked over to where Firenze was sitting; he sat before her and looked her in the eyes. A small smile touched the corners of his lips. [B] ?Now, back to our business.?[/B] He said as he held her hand in-between both of his. OOC: Alright Harbingers, interact and try to explore the camp while you go about your duties. After a few post, I will give them their objectives. And Demon child, your up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]I would like to say that these Sign-ups are CLOSED. However, if someone is interested in joining then they can send me their sign-up and we can discuss it. Thank you all for joining the Blood Wars.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Alright gang, I've put up a post by the very man who hired all of the bounty hunters and is in charge of the clans. I expect to see posts from that side before I put up the Harbingers material. Good luck too all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]?So you see sire, if we were to cut costs in the ?private sector? you created and we then could easily triple our income.?[/B] The meek looking business man said as he pushed up his thin glasses up. His oily black hair glistened in the artificial lights as he held his retractable point in his hands. He straightened himself out as all of the men who sat at the large table looked from the man giving his presentation to the being that sat at the very end. He wore a black suit with white pinstripes, his hat rested on the table before him. He had his foot resting on his knee as he was leaning back in his chair; he was also ticking something in his hands. It was string that held a large assortment of beads; many thought it was a rosary but those who knew better knew it would never be of anything of a religious aspect. Now, these beads were something all together different, and very few beings knew what they were about. The man with the beads had hair that was as black as night, and was about shoulder length. He had it tied back and a cleanly shaven face, he stood from his seat and walked to the window. He looked out at the masses of people out at this time, the nocturnal hours of the hidden creatures. It was secrecy of the races that he had worked for before civilization started for all of these people. Before they had these luxuries of all these things, the modern builds electricity, running water, indoor plumbing, and even irrigation systems. He had been there, keeping them all in check, playing part in wars, in civilizations being born and being destroyed. His words were like an addictive drug to people, it was part of his special powers. He was the first one, after all, the first of his kind to ever exist. He flicked his beads casually, slowly, the light ticking noise followed as one after another struck the one before it. His cold, blood red eyes analyzed the world outside that pane of glass; he then turned back to the room full of corporate leaders. He focused his fierce gaze on the man who gave the presentations. [B]?So, you are telling me that my business decision to create a private sector is effectively keeping this corporation from gain triple the amount of money we already obtain daily??[/B] The business man took a single step back from the menacing figure. [B] ?Ye-Yes sire. That is what I am, in essence, saying.? ?I see. I take it then you are calling me an idiot then.?[/B] The man shook his head quickly. [B] ?Of course not sire, it was just stating that..?[/B] [B] ?Quiet yourself, you?ve lost your privilege to speak in my board room. You have just told me and thirty other members that my idea was moronic and preventing this company from succeeding. Even though I have created a multi-billion dollar company that effectively brought together to create our current corporation and by extension calling the other board members morons as well.?[/B] The man shook his head again, a little faster this time, trying to recover from this. [B] ?Not at all sire, it was completely wrong of me to question your wisdom my lord. It will never happen again, I swear it.?[/B] He looked at the business man, his eyes penetrating his very soul and seeing the fear he inspired and the dominance he held over him, the power he had over all these people. He clicked his beads as he looked at the man. [B] ?No, you won?t.?[/B] A sudden knock came from the door, they creaked open and a young, pale woman walked in. Her eyes were on the floor and she held a box in her hands, he looked at the servant as she stopped before him and bowed on her knees. He reached down and touched the box, it was polished to the point he could see his reflection, and the reflection of some of the board members. It was black with a white symbol on the box; the symbol was a triangle with three arrows coming out of the bottom. It was surrounded by a circle, and held an image of fire inside of the triangle itself. He lifted the cover of the box and reached into it, removing a small white bead. He gestured for her to leave, she closed the box and walked out the door quickly, she never looked up. When the door had firmly shut, the man looked at the white bead. He turned to the business man as he walked slowly towards him. [B] ?Do you know what this is??? [/B] [B] ?Bruce.?[/B] Said the business man. The other nodded to him. [B] ?Do you know what this is Bruce??[/B] He shook his head; the other was only a foot away from him now. [B] ?It looks like a bead sire.? ?Well, it is a bead. But, this is a specially crafted bead Bruce. This one bead took fifty man hours to make. It not only required constant work, it also required a hint of magic for it to come out perfectly. That white color you see.?[/B] He held it up to his face, almost touching him with it. [B] ?That is the magic?s doing, it originally starts out clear, but with the addition of magic it becomes pure white. This is true magic in its purest form, before it is casted by any user of magic. This is before even a thought has been created on what It will be used for. This is very difficult to do, and very difficult to come by.?[/B] [B] ?Why would you need pure magic inside of a bead my lord??[/B] The man smirked, revealing a sharp fang. [B] ?This is the only way to contain a soul, the only means of forever maintaining it within a closed space without it passing on. It is essentially a prison for the soul, a cage for the spirit.? ?Why would you need that my lord??[/B] Bruce knew what it was for, but he hoped he could redeem himself before it was used. [B] ?This one, this one bead, is meant for you Bruce.?[/B] The man was suddenly only a few inches away from Bruce?s face. The man breathed in slowly, pursing his lips a little, Bruce tried to move away but it was too late. He felt his essence being pulled from his body, being sucked from his very being. A white mist leaked out of his mouth, it went into the man as he breathed in. The mist took a shape as it was being sucked in. It was human looking enough for all to know what it is; all knew that was the Bruce?s soul being pulled away from him. The soul let out a scream as it vanished into the other man, Bruce slumped to the ground soundlessly. The other stood tall for a moment, and then exhaled into the bead. It suddenly darkened and turned blood red. He held up his beads and added the newest one to his collection. He thumbed through them again once the newest one was added. He turned to the board members and straightened his purple tie. [B] ?Gentlemen, we will discuss business later. I must meet with my newly hired associates; they will have much to tell me.? [/B]The men stood from their chairs and exited out of the room, avoiding the body and completely ignoring that anything had actually happen. He walked back to the end of the table and hit a button on an intercom. [B] ?Josephine, will you please send in the others.? ?Yes my lord.?[/B] She said in a silky voice. Within a few moments the room flooded with creatures and the people he had hired only a day ago. He smiled as they all came in, they took seats amongst the large table, and many of them stepped over the body. Others looked at, a little confused, but decided it really didn?t matter that much. He reached down to the intercom again. [B] ?Oh and Josephine, remove the body and feed it to my dogs. They haven?t had a good meal in a long time.? ?Yes my lord.?[/B] He looked to the wide variety of people in his board room. He sat himself down again and laid his bead on the table; he placed his fingers tips together and rested his elbows on the desk as he sat up straight. [B] ?Now, I know you all have had an interesting night. But first, before you brief me on the night?s events, I would like to introduce myself as I had failed to when I first acquired your services. My name is Kain. I am the vampire lord of all the clans. I am the first vampire, and all of you in this room who are vampires as well, are by extension, created by me. And this building, this skyscraper is my castle, in a sense. And when in the castle, you will address me as Master, Sire, or Lord Kain. There are no other options when you are in my house, no exceptions to the rules. Do you all understand me??[/B] The crowd of people nodded to him, if not hesitantly. He looked at their numbers, seeing who he had cared to recognize, and who he thought might be useful. He noticed then that he was missing someone and his smile drooped a little as he growled a little. [B] ?Where is Mitchell? He was told to attend this meeting; I would track him down myself if I wasn?t so busy with this Harbinger nonsense.?[/B] He groaned a little as he picked up his beads and thumbed through them again. He shook his head as he thumbed through the beads a bit faster, making the clicking noise louder. [B] ?Now, I already knew the basics on the situation. That there have been bombs going off in the city, and not in any place of importance. But, people are still being killed; we cannot allow our business partners and our food, for some of us, to be murdered like cattle. I heard his message, their leader Seraphim; it was a bold move to speak during the carnage. I was just a little surprised myself when I was told he had setup an entire speaker system within the blasting area. We cut his connection but it was not quick enough. Personally, it is not a problem in my eyes. It is simply an annoyance. He provided very little information to them all and it will be easy to cover this up as a terrorist attack from another country.?[/B] Kain stood from his chair, his beads held firmly in his hand as he started to walk around the table, looking over each person as he passed by them. [B] ?Now, you all will do as I command and you will obey. Failure to obey my orders will result in your execution; I will not have rouges under my employment.?[/B] He stopped in mid-stride; he let out a small laugh. [B] ?That was an ironic choice of words, considering the situation. Now, I want you all to ignore these events. These bombings will matter nothing to us, they will simply be a tragedy that was unavoidable. You will go about your duties, do as you normally would, but I want you to sniff around as well. Find any traces of them, even rumors will suffice. Rumors have only ounces a truth, but if you can bring me the one who first spoke these rumors, I can make him talk.?[/B] He stopped when he reached his end of the table and turned toward the window again, staring out into the night. He looked over his shoulder at the newly employed. [B] ?Now go and do your jobs, I have a business to run and precious time to run it.?[/B] He watched for a moment as they stood and left the room, many of them had hateful looks on their faces. They were all so not use to being told what to do, that they were being commanded and being threatened with death was yet another thing. But he didn?t care at all about them; they were merely pawns in all of this. They would provide a useful distraction at worse, and a powerful force at best. He stared up at the stars, thinking about what he had in store for the harbingers. And for Seraphim, more specifically. [B] ?Soon Seraphim, soon this will all be over my apprentice. Soon, everything you valued will be mine. And I will watch you burn.?[/B] His eyes became intense as he thought about the day he would murder Seraphim Baracuss. OOC: This post will be for the Counter-rouge force and bounty hunters. Seraphims post will come later.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]The darkness engulfed Kain; he looked around trying to gain his footing. He felt no fear in this situation; he was analyzing the situation immediately. Buildings started to materialize before him; they sprouted to each of his sides and created a narrow alley way for him. He slowly started to walk down the alleyway and looked around casually, his bare feet patting lightly against the ground. He suddenly heard a familiar voice, and when he heard that voice, his shields all went down. He was no longer treating the situation as a threatening circumstances, it was now personal for him. That voice was what was making it that, it was soft and silky and had a comforting feel to it. [B] ?Sister??[/B] Kain called out as he reached out into the darkness of the alley way, trying to find her now. It was an obsession he had. He always hungered for his long dead sister; it was a fixation he would never be able to break. Something that would never be removed from his mind, something that would gnaw at his very being until the day he passed from this world and into the dark abyss of nothingness. His pace quickened immediately to that of a light jog, then to a run, then to a dead sprint. He leaped over dumpsters, ran across walls to avoid piles of trash or something heavier obstructing his path. Climbing fences in one leap and systematically calling out for his sister. He needed to find her, to ask her questions, to find out the truth. He eventually came across a person that forced him to a dead stop; he just stared at the other person. He displayed no emotions, just held a cold stare on this being. It hid its form in the shadows, but he knew it was there. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at it more closely, trying to discover who it could possibly be. ?You, who hide in the shadows, reveal to me who you are.? He could understand why he said those words in particular, it wasn?t what he wanted to say, they just came to him and he spoke them. The figure obeyed his request and moved from the darkness. It revealed a man who looked exactly like him, save for the fact that this figure had nasty dreadlocks that were tied back with a leather throng and had a smile on his face that seemed rather unnatural, Kain maintained his standing. ?I remember you; we talk often now don?t we?? The doppelganger nodded his head and let out a small chuckle. [B] ?It is a lot of fun to watch you try to chase after your sister, it never works. You never catch her and we always come to this point. It?s fun to see you run arou??.?[/B] Kain seized the copy by his throat and smashed him up against the wall, then pulled him back a little and grabbed his head with his other hand and smashed the doppelgangers head against the building. He smashed his head harder and harder until the copy was not moving anymore. He then twisted his head hard and a sickening snap followed, he rolled his other self?s sleeve up and then sank his teeth into his bicep muscle. He tore it out with his teeth and swallowed the muscle whole. His own arms increased in size and then seized the head of the copy and pulled hard. The muscle, skin and veins all pulled away from the body and the head was gripped tightly in Kains hand. He dropped the body and tossed the head away. [B]?How many times must I kill you before I am rid of you? You really are becoming nothing but a problem for me.?[/B] He walked away from the body and walked down the alleyway again, focusing on moving forward. That was, until he suddenly heard a faint ring in the distance, it grew louder and louder and then suddenly, his eyes snapped open. He sat up and looked around; the sun was lightly shining on him through the clouds. He stood from his resting place and walked to the edge of the building he had been sleeping on. He looked over the edge and saw all the school children getting out of school; he stood on the edge and then crouched down. His toes hung over the edge of the roof and he watched carefully. He just watched them all until he was hit with a sudden smell. One that was far more powerful than anyone he has ever smelt, he steadily climbed down the side of the building. Shimming down the side by grabbing window sills and then leaping into a tree and climbing down to the ground. He slowly started to follow after the smell, pushing through the the kids as he followed the trail. He eventually saw the person giving off that smell, and he quickened his pace. It was a young man, and all Kain wanted to do was sink his teeth into him and find out why he was giving off that scent. However, his encounter was cut short when he noticed a van following both of them, he turned away and sprinted down and alleyway. He knew he was wanted by the police and he wasn't taking any chances. He dodged and weaved through the alley and came out the other side and ran into a park, the gravel in the park rustled as he ran through it on his bare feet. He made a dead stop, his chest moving up and down more radically. He looked around quickly, his hair tossing back and forth as he looked around. He heard a twig snap and instantly leaped on to a tree and scurried up it quickly. He carefully walked out on to a tree branch and saw a man in a black coat standing where Kain was, he looked around and continued to walk around. Kain shimmed out of the tree and jumped down on to the ground. He was crouched and looked where the man was standing, he then saw a small piece of paper. He reached out carefully and grabbed it then unfolded it, he read its contents aloud. [B] "Got you now?[/B]" He suddenly heard a gun cock, he turned his head and saw a woman with a small smirk on her face. [B] "Well that's just not fair." [/B]Kain said in a rather childish way. [B] "It never is."[/B] She replied just before pulling the trigger, Kain felt everything go dark, and then he fell in a heap on the ground. Everything was lost to him now, he had no idea what was going to happen, he just knew he would find a way out soon enough.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]The night had a cold embrace that was comforting to the undead, like Seraphim was. He looked out into the darkness, into the stray lights of the city from his hill perch. He could see people moving, they were but ants to him at his altitude, but they were people none the less. They were people that needed to see that damage that would be brought down upon them all, they needed to know who the real masters of this world were. Some of them were of the vampire population, but due to their reluctance to convert to his ideals, they would suffer from his Harbingers. He suddenly saw the explosions, from the eyes of anyone who looked at the plums, only saw a random pattern of destruction. When in actuality, it was anything but random. The explosions had all been times out, random timings had been chosen by the carriers themselves. None had a time that was identical, and the place they were situated played a significant role in the grand plan Seraphim had. He was admiring the works for a bit longer, he had to wait to hear the screams reach his ears. The wind carried them well tonight, and soon enough, they would scream again. He would need to feed in time, but it was not yet prudent for him to show himself to the world. They needed to be brought up to speed gradually, even if becoming more aware of the hidden forces was by means of explosives. Seraphim reached up to his ear and tapped a small device and spoke clearly. [B] "Craven, did you and your team set up like I ordered?" "Yes commander, the system is ready to go." "Did your runners set up the speaker system in the city?" "Yes sir." "Good, broadcast now."[/B] A ways off from Seraphim, sat a typical looking RV that just seemed to be camping out in this wooden area. But within in this simple looking RV, was actually a mobile command center for the Harbingers. It was used quiet often due to the fact that the Harbingers had to remain hidden, and had to move position when it was getting to dangers or the coven got to comfortable in their current position. A sudden twitter came from Seraphim's ear piece, and then Cravens voice followed. [B] "Were broadcasting sir."[/B] Seraphim stepped closer to the edge of the hill, looking out into the fire and the running ants on the ground. [B] "The light reveals much to you people. It tells you when to get up, when lunch is, when its about to get dark, and it provides for you in many ways. Many of you waste it on gain a tan, others use it as a means to store energy. But all of you share a common trait when it comes to the sun. You all bath in its glory, in its purity. Its your saving grace."[/B] Seraphim paused for a little bit, watching the fires burned for a moment, seeing the people now standing still as they listened to his voice resonant from the speakers that had been set up around the town. Some were away from the blast sights, others were only a few feet away from the destroyed areas. They all just stood, like turkeys looking up into the sky with their mouths open when it rains.[B] "But, you people think you own the night as well. This, is where you are wrong. We own the night, we own the darkness and we own the moon. The cold embrace of her is for us alone. You have been ignorant to think that we are mythical creatures. Their are several movies and stories written about us, plenty of that material was produced by us, centuries ago. Simply our ploy to fool you mortals into thinking we were just a fairy tale. Some of you, what is it they call you, goths, will understand what we are. You will understand what we are, and if you wish to embrace the dark gift, I'm sure you need only to look around you. Someone will be willing to change you into one of us." "But, for those of you who don't understand what I am talking about. You will soon, you will see that glimmer of our fangs in the nights. And you'll only fully understand when our teeth have been sunk into yo........."[/B] The transmission was suddenly cut, Seraphim remained silent as he stared at the darkness. He saw vehicles moving through the streets now, ones that were out with a purpose. His expression remained cold, one that took centuries to learn properly. He heard the twitter on his ear piece again and Cravens voice spoke up. [B] "They cut our connection sir, they found the wireless transmitter." "I know Craven. I'm more surprised they let me go on that long. The humans will find out more about us in time. Pack up and move out Craven, leave the speakers and all that equipment behind. Did you rig them like I asked?" "Yes sir, detonation will occur in four minutes." "Good, patch me into everyone out on the field."[/B] His ear piece squealed and made electronic noises as his team adjusted the frequency to the universal ones they were using for this mission. [B] "Ready sir."[/B] Seraphim tapped the ear piece again to issue his orders. [B] "Everyone out in the field, retreat to the base. Make sure that if anyone is being tailed that you lead them away, cut them off from their back up and then signal us any way you can. We'll come take care of the problem if you haven't handled it already. I expect to see my lieutenants and my person guard in my quarters when I return."[/B] Seraphim pulled the ear piece out of his pocket and then tossed it into the woulds, letting it transmit its signal in case anyone from the other covens were tracking him. Seraphim walked through the woods quiet a distance away, he needs to walk the woods. To feel the cold embrace of his only mistress, the only thing in this world he could ever submit to. The darkness that surrounded him, the essence of night herself. He bathed in the glow of the moon and found a place to stand, outside of the tree line where he could enjoy the glory of it all. Of a world that he, and his Harbingers, were going to change forever.[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"] [B]OOC: Ok guys, i know this thread feels like it died. But, I would prefer we didn't let it die. And I will personally make sure to be on top of this more. I just hope that enough of you are still interested in this as I am now.[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]EDIT: Harbingers; Back to base and interact. Discuss the mission and other things that come to you. Mercenarys and Task force: Return to your headquarters and report the disaster. Await for further orders and do what you do while not hunting rouges. Everyone let out those personal prejudice's toward other races (If you have any grievances). Other wise, wait for Seraphim to return and for the Vampire leader to summon you all. Any fights still going on, finish them up and return home.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Well, this post is purely for the sake that's muuh puar can post. So, that only he and omega will understand.........................derp................[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]I am totally down for this RP. I'm looking forward to getting my going and eating people. :D It'll be fun.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Your Name[/B]: Adrian Renee Achard [B]Your Age:[/B] 28 [B]Your Connection to the Achard Family:[/B] Nephew to Olivier Achard, and son of Benoit Achard and Elise Achard-Chevalier. Adrian is Christophe and Quintus’s younger brother. [B]Your Portrait:[/B] [[URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/anime-guy.gif"]Adrian, back when he was still in the employ of the Special Security Force.[/URL]] Since then, his hair has grown longer, to about shoulder blade length, and he is often seen in the most stylish, popular clothing when out in public. [B]Your Occupation:[/B] Adrian was once a renown member of the Special Security Force, but was too unruly, wild, and impetuous to remain in it’s ranks simply guarding the relatively calm streets of Anova and for anticipating oversea threats. He considered working for Icarus, but decided his true calling, or at least the path that would entertain him the most, was training Chimeras for the Chimera Junction. [B]Your Story:[/B] Adrian Renee Achard is the youngest of three brothers, his eldest brother being Remy Achard and the next oldest being Christophe Achard. All three of the Achard boys were brilliant in their own aspects as each contributes to knowledge that the other has little of. Remy had the proper attitude and the right intellect to be the perfect aristocrat, the perfect citizen. His extremely charming and likeable character made it so that of he chose to, he could bring anyone around to this way of thinking. Adrian had always held Remy‘s crowd pleasing abilities in awe. His other brother Christophe was rather inexperienced with people; he hardly kept eye contact with people that tried to talk to him. He was more interested in his books and all of the studies that came with school. He respected Christophe for his dedication to his reading, to gain knowledge through the act of reading an endless supply of books. Adrian was neither of these things, he didn’t have the sort of intellect to sway the masses, he didn’t have the book smarts that Christophe had. He had something else, he had an analytical way of thinking. He could think of almost all the ways a conversation could go and direct it in a way that he wanted to talk about. He was like Remy in some respects, but he was in the limelight much more often. He interacted with crowds on a more personal level because of his rather wild and excitable nature. He is a bit more out spoken then his brothers, letting himself get carried away on subjects that probably meant little to others. Theories from old scientists and subject matter that consisted of, but wasn’t limited to, the physics of motion. Of airship propulsion, the consistency of matter and all of the wildlife that build up their fragile but dangerous world. But, because he used his analytical skills to simply ponder these things and to just lose himself in thoughts, he did very little actual studying in school. He did find, however, that by simply concentrating a little harder with the texts he could easily retain enough information to aptly pass his classes. His mind would keep all the information stored in until his final exams, and when they passed it wiped his memory of the information. Only keeping information that he thought was interesting enough to keep with him. He didn’t do extremely well like his brothers, but he got by with a steady stream of B’s and A’s in his classes. He was content and happy with the effort he was putting into school, but, he found it was very unexciting for him. So when he finally left school he went into the Special Security Force at the young age of 20 years. He felt like he could put his analytical skills to use in this line of work and he excelled in the force. His different means of thinking and the way he could analyze a situation and turn it to his favor gained him many increases in rank. He did gain some people’s disliking, but that was purely because he was so much younger then them when he advanced in his rank. He was only 25 when he became captain in the SSF, this however, would be the end of his career in the Special Security Forces. He had grown bored with the tedium of simply being a police force in the streets. The fact that there was so little threat from other countries was disheartening and not very much fun for free spirit like Adrian’s. So, he left the SSF and thought about his different choices that lay before him. He had been thinking about going to work for Icarus, but he lost interest in the thought when he was confronted by a man who was looking for people to work at the Chimera Junction. He analyzed the situation, as he always did, and thought about all the prospects of working as a Chimera Trainer. He quickly found his new occupation to be far more exciting and it seem to fit with his rather eccentric ideas that ultimately made him an ideal Chimera trainer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]"Darkness if just a wonderful thing, don't you think?" The Endless spoke half to himself and half to the nobody in particular. He was just strolling down the street, he had on a dark blue shirt this time and dark purple pants that had a hole on the right knee and he had bright red shoes that had no laces and were just stiched up around the tounge. He let out a whistle in small tune, appreantly he was in a sort of spunky mood at the time. It could change at any time, but that smile on his face always remained. It always held that quality of a purely mischevious and mostly deadly person. He had a little bounce in his step to as he stepped up to a car and reached under with something in hsi hand and then stuck it to the undercarriage of the police vehicle. He moved away quickly and continued down the street, he had alreayd encountered the woman from the house. She was so very reluctant to hand over the business card that he had to do a little bit of his handy work to her to get the information out of her. She was still very much alive, but she would definatly not be going outside anytime soon. Probably never again if he was correct on how much damage he had done. He simply ssmiled at the memory of his handy work. He soon approched another vehicle, this one a civilian model and reached under the car again and stuck the item in his hand to the car. He strolled away once more, this time heading to his destination. He made sure to space out where he stuck his surprises on cars. He was starting to tremble with the excitement but he needed to keep himself calm, he had to wait just a little bit longer before he could make his surprise known. He made sure to dileberatly place these surprises far away from where he was going so that suspision would be drawn over where his surprise would be. He quickly turned from a walk to a run as he head for that knew address that was burning into his mind. It didn't take him long to get where he was going, his speed was great enough to carry him there in half the time it would take most. He suddenly came into two men fighting, one he could identify as the Gent, his tuxedo was a dead give away. The other man, covered in black was hard to identify but Endless cared very little who he was right now. And then there was a woman standing by, concerned more for the Gents well being then the others. The Endless' smile grew as he drew one of his blades, he drew a dagger for his right hand and then drew a kirki knife for his left. He was going to see what he could do in this very interesting fight. He backed up a bit and then charged forward, leaping up abruptly and running across the wall and the pushed off as he was inbetween the two people. He reached out with both weapons, trying to cut at least one of them. He heard the distinct sound of metal edge making contact with skin, it was the smallest cut but it was enough for the Endless. He didn't care who it was from, all he knew was he got one. He tucked and rolled when he hit the ground and turned quickly toward them. He stood with both blades in his hands. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at the two now staring at him, his smile plastered on his face. [B]"AHHHHHH, Its so much fun to see peopel fight! It just gets the blood pumping and its so much fun. Just take that hammer and smash all of their fingers! Now why would I say somethig like that? Am I crazy? I am not crazy, don't ever call me that."[/B] The two just looked at the deranged man speak to himself, while still talking aloud to everyone else in the alleyway. He stashed away his weapons and held his hands up. [B] "Ah, enough about me. I'm sure you all have very interesting stories and we would all love to hear them. But there is always time for that later. I see you are the man I came to see about this whole business. I am called, by all and no one, The Endless and I was the one who killed and skinned Boss Sorkov."[/B] He said in a rather proud and egotistical way, he got very little reaction from the Gent, and the other fellow. But the lady showed obvious revulsion and the Endless took to it immediatly and laughed in a crazed way. And then realization sparked in his eyes and he started clapping like a child. [B] "Oh I almost forgot!"[/B] He reached into his trench coat pocket and pulled out a small device that had a red blinking light on it and a trigger with a key stuck through the top of it. [B] "This is the fun part!"[/B] He turned the key and pulled it out, the light switched to a green one and the Endless had his finger over the trigger. [B] "And here it comes."[/B] He was silent for just a moment and held the trigger up to his face. [B] "Boom!"[/B] He said in a rather childish way as he pulled the trigger, an abrupt sound suddenly resonated through out london as several explosions went off at once. The C-4 he had planted on those cars was plenty enough to destroy them and turn the small parts into shrapnel. The Endless dropped the trigger and clapped his hands excitedly as he doubled over with laughter. He couldn't contain his laughter as he watched the plumes of smoke rise into the air.[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]OOC: Hope this wasn't too out there for this, and i'm finally glad i got my post up. Its been running through my head for awhile and my computer was really not helping.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Sorry for not posting at all, my computer completly failed on me and I'm typing this message from me phone. I have to reformat my comp and then I can finally put up my post, sorry again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Sorry about not posting yet, I've been waiting for at least one more persons post and then I would post. But I will post by tomorrow or really late tonight. Hopefully my post will kind of help the story move forward. If only I'd makes it just a bit more exciting in the least.[/SIZE]

[size=3][b]Name:[/b] Baraccus Rahl [b]Age and Gender[/b]: Roughly in his 30â??s, male [b]Race & Class:[/b] Undead. Personal Guard to a necromancer [b]Alignment:[/b] Loyal to the necromancer [b]Company:[/b] Baraccus travels with a rather, unstable necromancer who doesnâ??t carry any weapon with him. He just uses his magic for odd purposes that Baraccus doesnâ??t question. [b]Appearance:[/b] Baraccus is a different sort of breed; he is 5â??10â? and he use to have a dark skin tone about his body, a tan color that could blend in nicely with the ground. He has one green eye and the other is blue, his hair is a pitch black color. His face is clean of any mark or blemish even though he is an, experienced worker. His attire is simple but very effective for his line of work. He wears a simple black vest over his bare chest that has holes where laces should go, but are not there. His pants are slightly baggy, but only enough for his legs to maneuver quickly, they constrict around his ankles, just above his ankle high shoes. He has an armguard on his right arm, starting from his wrist and going up to about his elbow. The arm guard only covers the front part of his forearm, leaving the back exposed. On his left wrist, there is a cord wrapped around it once, the cord then goes up and ties around his neck. The other end of the cord attaches itself to Baraccusâ?? sword, which is his primary means of killing any person that is presented before him Of course, with him being undead now, his clothing looks torn a bit and his flesh is progressively rotting away and drying up. [b]Personality:[/b] Baraccus is the normal, silent but strong type. Well, thatâ??s how he is perceived at first, itâ??s just his hardened way of being able to handle whatever situation comes his way. He does have a rather interesting sense of humor; the necromancer he travels with seems to enjoy it quite a bit. He doesnâ??t seem to lack a moment where he is serious and says things that are necessary. He has grown use to be cowering in fright at his decomposing body, it doesnâ??t hinder him in the least bit to be a walking corpse. He actually rather enjoy the occasional joke of being able to removed a body part and then reattach it at will. [b]Weapons/Magic:[/b] Baraccus carries a single edge, curved sword that has a black leather grip and a small spike at the end of the hilt. The weapon itself looks dull in color and as if it isnâ??t taken care of. The blade edge is clean and sharp at all times. The only magic he has comes from him being a new undead, and that is he can be disassembled piece by piece and still be alive. The only means of truly killing him is by taking him apart and burning those pieces, itâ??s a perk he quite enjoys. [b]Writing Sample:[/b] It was that quiet sort of day, one that he hadnâ??t had in a very long time. Baraccus Rahl stood guard that night; he was one of the last few people left around who knew his technique of fighting. He was one of the last Blademasters in existence. He looked out from the perimeter walls, it was the twilight time, that time of day when the sun was just setting and the moon was soon to follow. This was the few hours of the day the human race got to rest. Werewolves were always at the door during the day, he had slaughtered many of them, and it was rather demoralizing to see that they never seem to stop. They could change at will at this point; they no longer need the moon to shift into a wolf. He was thankful that they attacked during the day; it was easier to cut them apart in broad day light, rather then pitch darkness. The only issue with them attacking during the day was it gave them no rest when the vampires attacked during the night. They were at war twenty-four hours a day, well, save for the few hours in-between night and day. They had that time to rest and eat and fortify their defenses for the new enemy coming. It was a tedious process, so much routine for such a terrible time. The vampires were trickier then the werewolves, the lycans had numbers, they could keep coming but were easy to spot. Vampires were few in numbers, but they had the darkness on their side. They were more elusive then the werewolves, it was growing more difficult to fight them. They were smart, they changed their tactics every night and it was getting hard to keep up, you never knew how they were going to strike and that wore down the mines of many people in the human encampment. He didnâ??t let it bother him; he always just focused on the solution. He focused on the task at hand and didnâ??t let his mind wander when it came to combat. Thatâ??s why his fighting technique was so hard for many to grasp, they were thinking too much about the whole thing. It leads them to die far too quickly, he had taught it to many people. Almost all of his students perished within the first few days, some died within hours of finishing the training. He had buried all of the ones that died; it was something he was growing use to now. People died everyday now, they were getting better about less and less people dying, but it showed that only a few could actually fight, and soon only they would still be around and they would die from either the enemy, or from exhaustion. It was a fate none of them could escape, and Baraccus wasnâ??t expecting to die anytime soon, or to run form his duty. He would die a blademaster, and he would die in combat. He watched the sun getting closer to the horizon; he watched the plains to make sure there wasnâ??t going to be a sneak attack. You could never be to sure about werewolves. They were cunning and it was always interesting to see them run in packs, it was more interesting to see solo ones. It was pretty rare to see the solo runners, but when you did, you knew they were up to no good. They were the worst of the worst, faster, stronger and deadlier then the packs. He always made sure to kill them first, if he didnâ??t they would do the worst damage. He saw the sun just about to set, thatâ??s when he saw the shapes, the creatures moving in the almost darkness. He cradled his blade as he watched the creatures move in odd formations; this was a whole new attack all together. It was made up of vampires and lycans; this was a battle that would not end well. He stopped cradling his blade and gripped it tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he sounded the alarm. He could hear men readying themselves for the fight to come; many were surprised to hear the alarm. This was their usual time to be resting, for men to switch out and put fresh ones on patrol. This was not normal attack protocol for the coven that these creatures had created between them. But, to Baraccus, this made it that much easier for him to fight. He could still see them; he could clearly make out their figures and their movements. He held his sword at the ready as they finally made contact with the huge wooden walls. The werewolves scaled them easily, and the vampires seem to float right over them. He swung with pure fury and hatred; he cut apart a creature he didnâ??t care to know what. He just heard a yell from it and swiftly moved to the next creature, removing its head form its body and then swinging again as he evaded a clawed hand sweeping at him. He roared as he swung with all his might at these beasts, but, he could see they were slowly crowding around him. This was going to turn out bad if it didnâ??t change, unfortunately for Baraccus, It didnâ??t change. They slowly moved toward him, squeezing his area to fight in down into nothing but a few feet. And it was getting harder to wield his blade in such a tight area. Baraccus wasnâ??t going to just lay down and die though, he fought with every breath, with every ounce of strength he had. But, it was a sudden slash that broke his concentration, it broke him. He stumbled and saw them move in on him, he heard a cackle from the vampire that was standing close. The lycans and the vampires tore at him; they found out, though, that he wasnâ??t done fighting them. He swung that blade even if it was shallow cuts at best, it was enough to make them take precautions when attacking him. All he could do was look up and see that one vampire, and aged one, one that bore the marks he had left on him. [b]â??Why me?â?[/b] Was all Baraccus could say. The vampire had a cold look on his face as he leaned over and looked into the eyes of the blademaster. [b]â??Because, you have always been the biggest problem. You alone have killed too many of us, I could not allow that anymore. And al of you humans, you all must die or we will be killed first.â?[/b] Baraccus faded out of this world, his eyes went dark and his life was gone as far as anyone knew. He was buried after that battle, he was given the final ritual of a blademaster and then left to rot in the dirt as he had left so many to do before him. That was, until his eyes opened. He found himself under loads of dirt. He dug his way out, furiously fighting to get to the surface, he made it in time. And when he rose from his grave he found a peculiar man crouching by his grave marker. [b]â??You are a funny one mindless zombie.â?[/b] Baraccus raised and eyebrow at him. [b]â??I am not a mindless zombie, I am a blademaster. Baraccus Rahl. You will know it well.â?[/b] The man simply laughed in a way that Baraccus knew was not the laugh of a sane man. He got all giddy and started to jump around as if he was playing a game. [b]â??Oh yes, finally an interesting creature. You are an undead that still has full memory of your past. I am so excited I can hardly contain it!â? â??Undead? I canâ??t be and undead. I feel very much alive.â?[/b] The man merely gesture with his hand and dismissed the whole statement he made. [b]â??You are undead; I had to raise you from the grave. It was tons of fun and too late or else those sheenies would have gotten to you.â?[/b] Baraccus simply stared at the man and then placed his face in his palm as he shook his head. [b]â??I see you are one that does not really worry about what you say. That means you need someone to protect you, I guess that is my obligation in this undead life I now have.â? [/b]He pulled himself from his grave; his blade still attached to the cord around his neck. He sheathed his sword and stood before the man in front of him. He cracked his neck and readied himself for the journey ahead. A journey that was a completely and utter mystery to him. He was going to enjoy his time now, a time on this earth that was not limited to his death. He simply could roam free now, it was rather, relieving. And he was going to get that vampire, that one that had spoken to him last, it was something he couldnâ??t let pass by for any reason.[/size]