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[Akieen Cloud]

[B][COLOR=Purple]It is 3006, and the earth is rundown and dieing. THe cities are crumbleing to the ground and creatures of the nightare running rampage on the remaining humans that are trying to correct the mistake that their ancestors made in the past and bring mother earth back to life. Now useing water to fule cars and sunlight to fule their houses it is a harsh living for them, some even migrated into space to get away from the harsh living conditions and formed space colonies around the world. And the conditions on earth keep getting worse every night and day as the monsters from the horror movies and their nightmares are coming to life every hour and second they live; but there are those that protect the remaining humans in the cities, hunters of the hunters.


She stood in the seemingly innocent garage sharpeing her arrow tips and tipping them in silver, then dipping them in silver nitrate. The city was quiet as usual except for the clubs and street raceing, she enjoted the noise of the races, they made her adreniline pump knowing that one could possibly crash into her home, her working area. She flipped her hair back and took a deep breath to steady her hands as she worked longer into the sinking sunlight. Tapping her boot toe against the concrete floor she knew she didn't have much more time, she knew that soon she would have to go out and do her work. Work that she volenteered fro at the age of 7. It was chilling work but it was something that had to be done. She looked over atthe clock beside her and scofed; she had been at this for nearly 6 hours this time and she wasn't about to stop untill she absolutely had to. She felt her ears twitch as she heard a scream in the distance. She had to. She cursed silently and gathered up what was finished and slung the equipment onto her back, making sure her guns were snug on her theighs and hips she felt her arm and felt a slight reassurance as she felt the blade there as well. She grabbed her helmet and i-pod and as she went out the door she grabbed the holster that held her bow and satchel of arrows for long distance shooting that she knew the dense silver bullets would never reach. Putting the ear phones in her ears she placed the helmet over her head and smiled smugly as she heard Three Days Grace, Animal I Have Become begin to play in her ears. 'Ironic' she thought. She lifted her body from the seat of the Black, Red, and Silver Kawasaki Nija she sat upon then dropped kicking it to life under her. She felt the bike race forward as she shifted the gears. She had heard the scream from downtown, only 2 minutes from where she was now, she wondered if she could make it on time. They usually had their prey cornered and played with it befroe they ate it, it was their way. She shuddered as certain thoughts went through her mind. She felt the razor phone on her hip viberate but ignored it knowing it was Dr. D from the agency telling her what she already knew. The tires squealed as she put on the brakes hard makeing the bike fish tail to a stop. She was right, they had the young girl cornered in a closed off alley and were playing with her. 'The more frightened they are, the better they taste'. That was what her father had always told her, another shiver ran up her spine involentarily. She let out a sharp whistle and smiled as she took off the helmet and slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses even though it was night already. They turned on her growling fircely, any other human would have run...but then again she wasn't any other human was she? She put out the kick stand and slipped off, her ankle high boots sounding heavy on the black top under her feet, her black tank top and short jean shorts made her look vaunerable with skin showing. the gloves on her hands were black as well, as most of her attire was these days, open fingerd and ending at her wrists braceing them for when she hit her prey. Her long dark hair was loose and flowing also giving her a look of weakness that she knew was to her advantage since they never used all their strength thinking she was weak. Her eys took in everything from under the sunglasses. She rolled her eyes as the Razor phone rang again, and as if it were a ring from a bell they attacked her. She was slightly shocked by their speed, they were faster then what she thought they hould be but never the less she sidestepped and grabbed one by the back of the neck and threw it, hearing the resounding crack of breaking bones as she broke its neck in the process. She felt a smile tug at her lips but willed it away. The others attacked and in a flash she had her guns out shooting them in the chests, the liquid silver in the bullets hit their blood streams almost insantly makeing them fall and howl in pain they lay at her feet twitching and foaming at the mouth, as blood filled their lungs and throat as they died. She walked up to one as it changed and rolled it over. She felt a stab at her heart as she found that it was nothing but a little boy; they were getting desperate for new hunters to keep their race from being wipped off the earth. She finally answered the phone as it rang and viberated again.
"What?"
"We need you to come to head quarters. We have some disterbing devlopments in Scottland."
"And why would you need me?"
"They are growing in size and number every night. Not only that the clans are merging."
She heaved a sigh and spoke into the phone as she threw the bodies into the dumpster and poured lighter fluid on tthem and then setting it on fire. Walking over to the girl she grabbed her squirming form and held a pressure point till the gilr went limp in her arms then gave her a small shot and flipped her over her own shoulder easily. Carrieing her to a near by club she dropped her off out front by the door, fifteen minutes she would wake up dizzy and think she was drunk, had passed out and had a bizzare dream.
"So what do you want me to do about it. This city has enough problems."
"We're putting a team together of the best hunters from around the world and bringing them here to go with you."
"I don't need the cub scouts going with me D."
"I understand this Rayven, but it is crucial that we know for sure that this infestation will be taken care of no matter what."
"You think I can't handle it on my own don't you?"
"I never said that Ray. All I'm saying is that it might do you some good to work with others for once."
"You know why I don't. You think they'll want to work with me when they find out what I am?"
"That is why when they get here for the breifing and meet the rest of the team we will tell them then and if any object to working with you then we will send them home to their own country or state or where ever the live, is that alright?"
"I don't like it D. You know I hate telling people that information."
"Which is why you live alone and why your so uptight. Relax every now and then."
"I exorsice. That's my relaxation."
She could hear him scoff and begin to cough on the other line.
"It's prgressed hasn't it D?"
"That's none of your bussiness Ray. Just get here and be ready to meet the others and leave in two days. Got it."
"Hn."
She snapped the phone shut and kicked the bike back to life slipping on the helmet and turned towrads the outskirts of the little city and revved the engine heading that way. Thoughts raceing through her mind.
She was a hunter, she was a half breed. She hunted the hunters, the Werewolves and other monsters that trailed into the city. The vampires had lond since left but the Werewolves would not give up so that was her speciality these days. sure she had some garlic and holy water stashed somewhere in her gargae but had not needed it in nearly 2 years. The information that D had given her troubled her. Werewolves were not native to Scottland, Banshies were what lived there and yet here she was about to get briefed on the situation in Scottland, on werewolves and not only that she would be working with a team? She was anything but a team player. Antisocial and quiet she hated being around people. She rolled D's words over in her mind about the clans in Scottland merging, that meant that a powerful Were' was leading them. They ran on usually one thought dearing the night and that was the thrill of the hunt, but the was D had described it made it sound as if they were hitting diffrent towns on a schedule, as if they were...planning what to do.
'Not acceptable'
she stopped infront of a run down building in the desert out side the city and walked in. Turning to the left she pulled the empy water jug fromthe shelf and took a stance to keep her balance as the platfrom under her move down into the rest of the building under the sand. She slpped the sunglasses on and walked off the platform letting it rise back to its original place above ground.
"D!"
The young man poked his head from a cubical to the left, he looked dimished and pale; he had lung cancer but refused to get the correct treatment. Which made his aperrance fragile, though she knew that was far from the right case. She could smell the cigeratte smoke on him from the front of the main lobby and heaved a sigh.
"Over here Ray."
Her boots made dull 'thunks' as she walked on the pristine tiles of linolium, looking intot he cubical she could see chats and scans on the compter falshing quickly, quicker then a human should be able to read but then again, D was no normal human either; not likeher but the same as her in so many ways, his brain was like a small computer in its self. He was the only one she respected in this damn organization.
"One day those things ARE going to kill you you know that right D?"
"Ray, I didn't know you cared."
"You practiaclly raised me, without you, I have no one to have intelligante converstaions with."
"You only give my questions a dull 'Hn' for an answer, what make that so intellagent?"
"Hn."
"See?"
She rolled her eyes and looked from the screen to him, here yellow eyes peeking over the rim of her shades.
"Well?"
"Punctual as ever I see."
She frowned and cleared her throat to let him know she was serious now.
"It'll be some time before the others arrive, you probably have a day or so, some are coming from a ways away. you'll know what I know when they know as well. Your working with them as a team and no one will kow what I know before any others do. Got it?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded, turning she headed from the bright room into the gym in the back of the large square entrace room then down the left hall. She opened the double doors gald that no one else was there and began to go over all her thoughts again as she waited for the rest of the 'team' as D loved to put it, to get there. She was dreading this more and more every second she thought about it and every time she heard about it. One thought kept going through her mind over and over.
'The clans shouldn't be merging...it is against their law...they should be killing each other, not helping each other...it makes not sense...does not analyze.'
She looked at the artificial window as lightning flashed and a storm rolled in, she silently thanked the geniuses that made this place for putting it underground; she hated rain.

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[U][COLOR=Purple][B]Mine[/B][/COLOR][/U]

[B][COLOR=Purple]Name: Rayven Black (Ray)

Age: 23

Aperrance: Tall and lean, well built and pretty; She wears short, cut off jean shorts and black tank tops, black socks folded down to hide under her ankle high black boots; she wears open fingured gloves that stop short of her wrist and are also black.Her dark hair is a mix of black, brown and dark burgundy. Her eyes are yellow though no one knows for they stay hidden under hr dark sunglasses that she wears at all times of the day. She never smiles for she has small fangs but they are still noticeable. She wears black leather strips around her forearms and a thin black leather choker around her neck. Her make up is ususally dark consisting of black eyeliner and mascarra and dark lipstick. Her finger nalis are unusally long but still strong and painted black.

Personality: She is cold and antisocial. she doesn't smile and when she does it is never s good sign. The only person she seems to have a real conversation with is Dr.D.

Bio: Rayven was born an orphan, her mother had been attacked while she was on her way to the hospital by a werewolf, she died giving birth to Rayven. Because of the attack Rayven was born a half breed, human with weerwofl strength and weaknesses. She can not trasform but still had unnatrual speed, sight, hearing, smell, and strength. She roamed the streets eatting rats and rummageing through the garbage to keep from attacking the humans she lived near when Dr.D found her. She was fierce and trusted no one at such a young age. But as she grew she was able to control her hunger and her anger harnessing it to use it againt the creatures she was so closely related to. She learned quickly and soon at a very young age was the best hunter in the entire organization. She is the only half breed that is known to be in any hunter organization and is not pleased to know that most would rather kill her then look at her so she hides these facts as well as she can, wearing sunglasses to hide her yellow eyes and never smileing so as to not show the faint fangs in her mouth. Now at the age of 23 she has the highest hunting rate in her organization in the run down city that used to be New York at one point in history. She is not excited about the assignment that has just been handed to her and does not look forward to meeting these people and exposeing her secret to them that she has worked so hard all these years to keep hidden. She is also sure that most think she is a young man for her nick name of Ray.

Expertise: Werewolves

Weapons: She carries to semi automatic pistols on the holsters on her thieghs and Two old 45 colt pistols on her hips, both loaded with silver bullets, the semi automatic pistols have liqui silver nitate bullets while the older colt 45's have solid silver bullets. A long, strong oak bow and willow arrows hang on her back, the arrow tips are tipped in silver and then dipped in a silver nitrate bath, a long silver dagger is attached to the right leather strap on her forearm. Alittle over the top but she knows one way or another her job will get done.

Training: She was trained in kick boxing and hand to hadn combat as well as archery, sharp shooting and sword fighting.

Extra abilities: She knows very little first aid, how to stich a wound and dress it is as far as that goes but she is very keen on tracking due to her extra strengths given to her by her liniage.

OCC: My character is the ONLY KNOWN half breed in any organization, and only the leaders of the organizations know it, none of the hunters know. If you would like to be a half breed please post that you are unknown. In other words your liniage is not as noticable as Rayvens. Thank you. :animesmil [/COLOR][/B]

[The Enemy]

[B]Name:[/B] Feniun O'Brien (Fen for short)

[B]Age:[/B] 21

[B]Appearence:[/B] Fen is about 6'3", he wears a long white trench coat and a white vest. He also wears black pants and black cargo boots.He usually wears his glasses, because they help him see, and because he thinks they look cool with thier perfectly circular shape and dark green tint. Inside his coat he has a mass amount of holsters and pockets.

[B]Personality:[/B] He's insane, simple as that. He has lots of odd moments where 'he doesn't act like himself" making him veary unpredictable, and he's ussualy drunk, wich doesn't hurt his sence of aim, but it also doesn't help his mental condition

[B]Bio:[/B] Fen was born in Ireland, in the middle of a banshee attack, as he was born he heard the wail of a banshee. It killed everyone around him, but because his hearing was still under devaloped, it just dameged his inner ear. From then on he grew to adapt to the damage. luckely for him his father was a banshee slayer, and was out slaying banshees when the hospital was attacked.

He searched the rubble and eventually found fen. As Fen grew up threw the years, he developed a hightned sence of hearing, and extreme reflexes, due to the events that conspired on the night of his birth. Now growing up with his father he had two choices 1: stay home every night while his dad hunts banshees,2: or go out everynight with his father to slay more banshees. Obviously he chose the latter of the two.

At about age 19 he lost his father. They were out on there usual banshee hunt, when a werewolf, leeped out of some bushes and attacked his dad. Since they were expecting banshees and not werewolves, his father didn't have any silver on him. Fen just barely maneged to get home and find a small silver knife before the wolf smashed through his door.

He quickly stabbed the wolf in the throut, and survived his first werewolf attack. Since then he has kept at least two silver bullat clips with him, and for good reason, since he lost his father. He's noticed a substantialincrease in werewolf attacks in Ireland and Scottland. Now most people only think of him as a crazy irish drunk. The biggest reason for this,is because he is a crazy irish drunk. Most recently he was send to the US to join some kind of team, in his opinion he'll take whatever help he can get to get the werewolfes back into there own country.

[B]Expertise:[/B] Banshees

[B]Weapons:[/B] fen owns a huge asortment of firearms, including: 4x 9mm pistols, a dragunov sniper rifle, a customized WA2000 sniper rifle, 2x uzi sub-machine guns, a custimized 12 gauge shot-gun, and 2x custimized silverballer pistols. all of his guns are cept throughout his coat

[B]training:[/B] he has slight training in hand to hand combat, but his true skill lies in his marksmenship

[B]Extra abilities:[/B] Fen has a rather peculiar sence of hearing, an amazing reflex time,and a strange almost echo-location ability.As well as common sence as far as first aid goes.
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[Funny Girl]

[COLOR=Lime]Name:Kamikaze Jeanne (Kami for short)

Age:16

Aperrance:[URL=http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/Just_Be_Yourself/Maya4.jpg]Click Here[/URL]

Personality:She may look kind and act kind but she is a ruthless girl and she fights with a grueling spirit. She sometimes goes crazy from the killing but isn't the type to go into a rage instantly.

Bio:Kami was born in the U.S. and fought off demons that would kill anything that they see. Kami was a normal girl but had jobs that could almost cost her life. She was never scared of dying because she had experienced a lot of life-or-death situations. She hasa scar on her back that was caused by one of the demons when she was on a mission. It was a scar that would never go away for the demon put a curse on her before he died saying that it would hurt everytime she experiences happiness.
It was so evil of that demon that she had locked up all her happiness that day. Now she definitly mad or just plain upset whenever people saw her.

Expertise: Demons

Weapon(s): Spears and swords

Training(battle training): she uses martial arts that uses swords and spears to perfect it.

Extra abilities: She is great at healing and since she battles demons she gets hurt and so do the victums. She has the ability to heal any human that is hurt.[/COLOR]

[Zeke47]

[B]Name[/B]:Abraham Whistler

[B]Age[/B]:unknown

[B]Aperrance[/B]: [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lei-Fei[/url]

[B]Personality[/B]:he is quiet and slow to anger but his anger is terrible to behold

[B]Bio[/B]:Abraham Whistler was born in Canada and took pilgrimages all over the world to different temples where he trained in martial arts.

One day while in a deep meditive state the temple was attacked by a small band of vampires while he was so deep in consentration he didn't even notice the vampires slaughtering his friends and master around him and in the mess he was bitten.

The effects started after a few days but he couldn't live with himself slowly turning into one of the monsters that killed all his fellow monks and tied himself out in the sunlight so that once the transformation was complete he would die from the UV rays but as the sun came up the next day and ran over his face it felt hot but did not burn him as it did vampires

He later found out from self preformed tests that he did not fully transform most likely from being in such a deep state of meditation wich gave him the strengths (including having a endless maximum lifespan) of a vampire but not having any of the weeknesses.

[B]Expertise[/B]:Vampires until their recent disipearence sence which he has mostly hunted werewolves
[B]weapons[/B]:
[I]Custimized Shotgun[/I]
each bullet is 13mm explosive,
silver-filled. Plus, those are spread bullets,
so one shot can kill 5 vamps. at the same time.

The 6 bullets are now quicksilver-filled, with a whole new explosive technology
which makes the bullets look like fireballs.
It's almost has powerful has a rocket launcher (maybe more)
and a very few creatures in the world can withstand it's shots.

[I]Custimized Rocket Launcher[/I]
30 mm cannon which uses various types of shells,
these shells including depleted uranium with silver for piercing armored targets
and incendiary napalm rounds for destroying large groups of opponents
both on land and in the air. It is a single-shot breech loader
and there is many other forms of shells

[I]Silver Slicers[/I]
Silver spiked nun-chucks that injects silver nitrate when it peirces skin, the cord in the middle is razor sharp fibre wire that is covered in silver nitrate that can extend and be used as a choke line and one end can be thrown and retrieved as a weapon or for grappling purposes.
[B]Training[/B]: over 100 years of martial arts training and weapons training

[B]Extra abilities[/B]:His very high sence of smell, hearing, sight, being able to feel light as it passes over his skin and his overall hightened sence of awarness his meditation gives him makes it almost impossible to be undetected while he's around and he has a small chip in the side of his head that cancles the thirst for blood he feels as a vampire and also has other small built in purposes such as acts as a built in lie detector and increases his reflexes and intelligence further. It is also imune to all EMP pulses and interference waves.

OCC:The vampire half-breed is not noticable to the eye

[Redemption]

[size=1]Hey Knuckles Girl. How long has it been since we RPed last? Project True Destiny I think it was. Wow. That's a long time ago. By the way, I'm really rusty at RPing.


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[b]Name:[/b] Nyx Fauve

[b]Age:[/b]23

[b]Aperrance:[/b] See first attachment

[b]Personality:[/b] Nyx is cool, calm and collected. Most situations that occur don't seem to surprise her, which unnerves a lot of people. She is only this way because she is confident in her skills as a person and as a slayer of wyverns. In her opinion, she sees no rational reason to panic.

In normal social circumstances, Nyx does like to hang around with people. To most people, she seems quiet. But in reality, she just reserves her opinion and only lets people know when she think she needs to. Nyx goes at her own pace and doesn't let her job take too much of her santity away.

[b]Bio:[/b] [Forgive me... my brain won't function well enough for me to write a bio]

[b]Expertise:[/b] Wyverns - dragon-type creatures that are extremely vicious and wild. See the second attachment for appearance.

[b]Weapon(s):[/b]

[i]Mankiri - [/i]

A mankiri is a basic chain weapon that are very effective in sword combat, and can be used for many other purposes. Nyx's custom made silver mankiri is 8 feet long with one end weighted so it is easier for her to maneuver it. She uses it specifically to tie down a wyvern, so it can't fly away from her.

[i]Shinobigatana - [/i]

A short sword that are normally used by ninjas. Nyx uses this to slice off the wyvern's head, as well as a combative weapon. Its sheath sits on her back for easy access.

[b]Training(battle training):[/b] Nyx has been trained in a special form of aerial combat so she could slay wyverns effectively and quickly. It is a unqiue form of fighting, which no one seems to have seen before.

[b]Extra abilities:[/b] Nyx has extraordinary gymnastic and acrobatic ability. She uses this to her full advantage in battle, even if it over-strains her body into exhaustion in a short time.[/size]

[Shrader050]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1]Name- Jullian

Age- Aprx. 120 lost track at 83

Appearance- Jullian has an average height and weight 6" feet tall 178 lbs,
he wears a red t-shirt under a long dark blue trench coat, silver knuckles, and dark sunglasses. He has light brown semi spiky hair and silver eyes 'hence the shades'

Personality- very calm and collected exspecially when hes in a battle and it seems thats where he always wants to be. Jullian may seem like he is in league with the villains because he is so anti social at times,under his shaded exterior he might be slightly less harsh.

Bio/History- Jullians parents were selected for genetic experiment testing shortly before he was concieved Jullian was born with silver eyes, a hybrid with origins unknown, though no-one knows about his eyes. All that is really known is that he has verygood hearing, extraordinary sight and smell. It is vitually undetectable that Jullian is a hybrid.

Expertise- Jullian has had vast encounters with many different demons but is most fammiliar with gargoyels.

Weapons- Silver knuckles that extend 7 inch(es) like the weapon CAT CLAWS and can retract back down to .5 inch(es) a long dragon katana with a pure silver blade that has been blessed by a shambala master, not only making it virtually indestructable but no demon or monstrous entity may weild it, and some throwing weapons.Aswell as an assortmeant of firearms that include:, military grade spaz shot-gun, MP5 hand machine gun, colt .45 pistol, AK47 assult rifle, M16 assult rifle, and a M40A3 sniper rifle

Training- Jullian has had training from a few differnt locations and teachers but the one he is most proud of is at a budist temple with a shambala master.

Extra Abilities- Jullian has supersonic hearing, extraordinary sight and smell. Has had hand to hand combat training and taught himself to use firearms. Now he has had much experience with them.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Akieen Cloud]

[SIZE=3][B][COLOR=Purple]SIGN UPS ARE CLOSED![/COLOR] [/B][/SIZE]


[B][COLOR=Purple]The RP has started in Adventure Square. Happy hunting.

Lucian Akla, I like the character, but do me a favor, hybrids though we may be we are mortal, try not to make him sound quite so godly. ;)

Have fun everyone![/COLOR][/B]

[Shrader050]

to everyone

what do you think i should edit to make my charecter a little less cheap

[Akieen Cloud]

[B][COLOR=Purple]Um, not so much as cheap as less indistructable. The blessed Katana may be overdoing it. It borders on the line of magis and I really did want that in here. It's more or less physical fighting. Just try to edit it to make him sound alittle more mortal. Hybrids are awsome dont get me wrong. But they can still hurt and they can still bleed. I love the character just kinda tone down the "almighty" factor just a tad. Thanks! :p[/COLOR] [/B]