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Realistic or Modern Blood Moon

ThatsAPaddling

Local Friendly Necromancer
Midnight...


The sky is oily black.


The stars are dazzling white.


The moon is sanguine red.


No one knows how this happened. One hot July night, from the night sky in the entire northern hemisphere descended a fine red mist.


Within two nights, thousands of people were found dead. Eviscerated. Ripped apart, leaving nothing more than rags, masses of torn flesh and a whole lot of blood. By the morning, the blood was gone.


Within the next few nights, hundreds of thousands were dead.


Flights to everywhere in the northern half of the planet were cancelled. Barricades were built in towns and cities. The public were urged to stay in their houses at night from nine at night until nine in the morning. Most of the population were imprisoned in their own homes by the mist. The moon had turned blood red, and the people who stayed outside were...


Changed.


RULES

Standard RPnation rules apply.


Romances of all sexual orientations are allowed, just don't get kinky.


This is a MODERN DAY roleplay. Your main weapons (if you have them) are going to be guns and knives. Don't restrict yourself to those, obviously, but just be aware of your time period.


Blood and gore are most definitely allowed. By all means, go nuts, it's an RP based around blood, for God's sake. Just be wary about realistic biology. The human body contains around seven pints of blood. Keep that in mind.


This is a primarily character-driven story. As a GM, I will have minimal say in what goes on, but if you do something that I see as wrong or bad, I will notify you and I will deal with it as is fit.


I reserve the right to deny your character for reasons I see fit and to draw your attention to rule-breaking and general irritating actions. I do not, however, reserve the right to be an arsehole to you, so I will try my very best to avoid that happening.
CHARACTER SHEET

Name:


Gender:


Age:


Appearance (anime pictures are preferred, but not essential):


Personality:


Sexuality (Just so we know):


Human or Berserker? (More on that later):


Backstory summary (NO NOVELS! Just a quick roundup of the important parts of your life):


Equipment (You're going to be out in the open, so you're going to need some equipment):
BESTIARY

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Berserker: the only playable creature. It's the only conscious mutant in the sense of it knows what it's doing. Every night if left in direct moonlight it will get extremely violent and strong, able to rip apart a human in minutes. If it tastes blood, it will feel an extremely pleasurable adrenaline rush. It looks completely human except for its eyes, which are red and goat-pupilled (when they taste blood).


Haemolupis: the mammal-like reptile genes have been unlocked by the mist, making the victim faster, more agile and more sporadic outbursts of violence.


Flitter: they have wings. What else is there to say?


Maw: small, vicious buggers. They attack in large packs, and usually Zerg their prey.


Nockjaw: the reptilian genes have been unlocked. They are slow, small, but very, very strong. Nockjaws have thick, pebbled skin than can repel a lot of attack forms, as well as wide-opening jaws and a slash-and-dash pack hunting strategy.
Tell me if I missed anything!
 
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This looks interesting,


What do you mean changed? Obviously it's got to do with the bestiary...but if you are a berseker, what does that mean? Same for human.
 
Ah, seems I completely forgot to explain that. My apologies.


The mist mutates people, depending on their blood type. The thing is, there's a chance that they stay like a normal human.


A berserker is the least mutated human. They are perfectly fine at day, and can pass for a normal person, but when night comes around, they get a lot more violent and powerful, even more so when they taste blood. So try not to let that happen. You can tell a berserker has tasted blood by their red irises and horizontal, goat-like pupils.
 
Well, I personally think about one or two more players should kick it off. I want to start it as soon as possible. 
Okay, I want to announce that when I'm gone, I'm trusting @ghrim28 with GM status.
 
You are in a small New York town. It is nine o'clock at night on a Tuesday. You are all on the Main Street, and are about to run into each other. There are houses close by, that seem abandoned and/or ransacked. Get ready...


*****


Juliet was getting tired of running. She held onto a street light, panting like a hot puppy. Up ahead was a redheaded man with bandages around his hands.


Juliet smiled to herself for a moment. Fresh meat. Half an hour to go, and she could indulge. Delicious. Juliet licked her lips and carried on walking. A house with the door ajar was up on the left, so she turned to it.


Juliet stopped, turned around.


"Do you want to come in? I'm sure there's heating. And food..." She looked at the redhead and licked her lips once more before she could think against it. Without waiting for an answer, she walked into the house and flicked on the lights. Juliet glanced over at the redhead and smiled again. Oh, tonight was going to be goooood...
 
Reginald sat in an armchair in a small concrete room eating half a loaf of bread and reading a newspaper about the mist from a couple years ago when the door flung open. Reginald looked at the door to see a young man and women one nervously backing away while the other clenched a small scythe and stares hard a Reginald. Reginald looks back down at the news paper and takes another bite from the bread "Put down your weapon I have a fully loaded revolver and I'm a good shot" he looked intensely at her and she slowly lowered her weapon with an annoyed grunt Reginald looked at her and said "Now since it's 9:20 it seems as if we are going to spend the night together so allow me to introduce myself my name is Reginald and yours?"
 
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Tristan didn't know what he was thinking. Why didn't he just say no? Walk away and hide the night out like he always did? Cursing to himself he followed the smiling girl into the seemingly abandoned house. He watched the girl closely as they explored the ground floor of the house; she kept giving him odd stares, why was she looking at him like that? Does she know? What if she doesn’t get away and he gets her? Of course not, she wouldn’t invite him in if that was the case, or maybe...


Pushing such thought aside he follows the girl down the stairs to the basement, oh god he was nervous. To his horror he saw an old man sitting in an armchair reading a paper. What the hell? He took a wary step back watching as he got the girl to lower her weapon, much to her disappointment. This old man was called Reginald and looked pretty intimidating, but Tristan hoped he wouldn’t hurt them, he asked them their names.


However, he hadn’t realised how much time had passed, it was now 9:20pm, and it was going to happen. And now, two lives where in his presence, he winced, terrified of the thought. He took another step back closing his eyes and looking away from Reginald,


“Tristan”, he whimpered.
 
My weapon was on the floor, but I didn't need it. I had ten minutes, and then I could let it all out. The old man asked me my name, so I replied, "Juliet Thorne, nineteen, and very hungry as of ten minutes from now."


Strange looks came my way. Then worried looks. Then horrified looks of realisation.


"I don't even need my weapon, you know. I could tear you limb from limb with my bare hands. But I won't. You're both too easy of targets. So I guess I'll pull up a chair so we can be civil instead." I grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and sat down cross-legged.


"So," I said cheerfully, "what brings you two to this end of town? Oh, and by the way, you left the door open, Tristan."
 
What..The..Heck...


THIS GIRL WAS A BERSERKER?!?!


Those odd stares, the licking of the lips... SHE WAS PLANNING TO EAT HIM?!


Tristan looked down to Juliet, she looked back with that cheerful smile that still freaked him out. So, she was a Berserker, he'd never met another one before, after all this time he was face to face with one of his own. Did Berserkers fight each other? Work together? Tristan had no clue.


He glanced over to Reginald, who was looking him up and down curiously, he had to tell them... Juliet had told them, no matter how stupid he thought that was, they had a right to know he was too. No one knew, he wanted it to stay that way..but did he really have a choice?


"J..J..Jul... *clears throat*..I..I" it was no use, he tried to tell her, but he just couldn't. He was angry at himself..these people had a right to know!


"I..I...am" he stammered, it was no use!


"Hey, are you going to close the door or what?" Juliet's voice chirped though the room, the cheerfulness still there, but she to, like Reginald, was giving him odd stares.


Tristan huffed at himself for being so stupid, before turning swiftly, to go shut the door he had left open.
 
Well she's a berserker and an over confident one at that and that boys hiding something as well judging by the way he is acting. Could the both be Berserker's? "Anyhow now we have introductions out of the way, Want some bread?" Reginald picked up his gun and unlocked the cylinder moving it to the side he observed it for a second and flicked his hand locking it back in he clocked the hammer and placed it carefully down on the arm of the chair and stared intensely at Juliet "You do know I've killed berserker's before right? I don't think you should try underestimate me because of my age" He looked at Tristan "Well come take a seat boy the party is about to begin"
 
Juliet heard the door close upstairs. She looked over to the man, Reginald. "I'm sure you have, Reggie. Can I call you Reggie? I'll call you Reggie. Oh, look, Reggie! It's one minute until 9:30! Tristan! Reggie! We're going into battle! Get up, set your phones to play 'Back in Black' as the clock hits nine thirty and grab your weapons 'cos this is gonna be a night to remember!" She dropped her bag, picked up her miniscythe and ran up the stairs.


Juliet swung open the door and inhaled the red mist. It tasted wonderful. Like... Like the blood of a thousand men, mixed with latte. She flicked the latch on her miniscythe and smiled as she felt the heat from the blade. A howling call sounded from up the street, which she strolled towards.


Juliet brushed away the mist to see a savaged corpse, just barely recognisable as a human's, with a mutant standing over it.


The creature was short with pebbled skin, like a (american) football. It had three fingers tipped with sharp claws. The mutant had a long head, reptilian almost, with a notch near the front of its upper jaw where the skull bones had weakened. Juliet knew this from smashing that part of the skull so many times. It was called a nockjaw for this feature.


Without fear, she shouted, "Reggie! Tristan! Get your asses over here! We got ourselves a fresh one!" At this the nockjaw whirled around and hissed at Juliet. "Hey, little guy," she said, pointing at her miniscythe, "you like the shiny?"
 
He just had to get into contact with moonlight didn't he? Well it was no use now he had turned, he was ready for blood.


He watched as Juliet pushed passed him and ran back out the door, to hear her shouting at them to join her. Tristan heard the all to familiar howling of a Nockjaw, he wanted to attack it sooo badly..


Looking back at the door he decide it would be safer to venture out after Juliet. Part of him wanted to run down those stairs and rip Reginald to pieces, but he fought the urge and left the house, shutting the door behind him to protect Reginald from the mist. He looked across to Juliet who was taunting the Nockjaw, preparing to fight it.


Juliet hadn't noticed that he was like her, she was busy distracted by the Nockjaw. The Nockjaw looked up spotting Tristan before returning its attention to Juliet, preparing to strike. Tristan got ready to jump in to battle the Nockjaw with Juliet.


Maybe tonight would end up being more fun then he previously thought...
 
Elise was crouched in a corner as she saw the two monsters she started to shiver but pulled out her katana ready to kill her hear pounded in her chest loudly and her breaths became louder as she started to gag the blood moon didn't turn her bit it did make her feel sick really sick. She stood up and approached the beasts from behind her footsteps silent and gentle she tucked her hair behind her ear and unsheathed Lolas calmly before getting the beasts attention she raised her katana and slashed the Nockjaw pivoting on her left foot she spun the katana so Juliet was a knifepoint "Ready to die you monster," she spat her small childlike hands trembling
 
Reginald curiously moved up the stairs and looked out of the window he saw Juliet and Tristan confronted by a girl. Reginald realised that if he did not intervene it would only end in bloodshed so he carefully opened the window and took the safety of his gun.


"RUN!" he shouted at the top of his lungs while sending two bullets through the thighs of Juliet and Tristan before slamming the window shut and running through the house to go to the basement and to barricade himself encase the two wanted some revenge.
 
Elise had been pumped with adrenaline but now she realised she was going to die until she saw the bullets flying through the air she somersaulted backwards her heart beating quickly she started to pump her legs sprinting away from the beasts passing rotting corpses and snarling beasts she started to weep while her legs burned up painfully the bullet had scraped past it and she was losing a lot of blood she started to feel dizzy and weaker her legs buckled and she shook her head "Help," she screeched before passing out in the middle of the street with a single tear running down her face
 
Arrrggg...


Tristan looked down to see his leg dripping in his own blood...blood... The bullet had only grazed him..but the blood...


More monsters appeared around him, beasts to kill. he turned ready to attack, ignoring the pain of his leg. until he heard something...a scream..a scared filled scream ringed down the streets..that girl who killed the Nockjaw. Tristan saw Reginald burst out of the front door behind him, and headed for the girl, he was holding his breath so wasn't going full speed.


"W-W-W-Wa-WAIT!!" it was painful to do, but he attempted to throw his bag at the passing man. he wanted so badly to kill Reginald, watch him bleed and suffer. He struggled to throw the bag, he did but he threw lightly and not very far. He hadn't enough will power in him to help further.


His bag was full to the brim with medical supplies, he hoped Reginald wouldn't just discard the bag as a attempt to hurt him. Tristan focused his attention to the monsters in the distance during this, thinking of killing them, ripping them to pieces..anything so he wouldn't harm Reginald.


Reginald continued to run, keeping Tristan's bag.. Tristan smiled slightly before making his way over to some other Nockjaws in the opposite direction, pleased that he had managed to hopefully save that girls life without harming her or Reginald.
 
As Reginald was searching quickly to try to find something to barricade the door for when he retreats to the basement when he hears a scream for help, he knew it was the women and by the sound of her voice she didn't sound like they got to her. Reginald acted quickly doing something which was quite unlike his character grabbing some plastic bags of the side in the kitchen before going to the door blowing up the bag as he went he stopped in front of the door, twisting the top of the bag and taking deep breaths readying himself. With his left hand he held the bag and with the other he held his cane. He burst through the door and started sprinting to the origin of the sound much to his surprise Tristan threw him his backpack Reginald grabbed it in mid air and then kept on running then vaulting the gate. Reginald sprinted towards the body laying on the floor with his now unsheathed sword in one hand and holding the sheath in his bent arm and the bag in his hand, the backpack was over his shoulder on the same arm. He sliced the carotid artery on another Nockjaw while running before reaching the girl, breathing into the bag and went to pick up the girl to move her into the nearest house.
 
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"Hey!" Juliet shouted, Reggie running past her while she had a goddamn hole in her leg, "HEY! Come back here!" Her strength was draining fast.


A minute passed. It seemed like hours, and Juliet's vision skewed. She noticed the ground rushing up to meet her.


Thud.





Juliet's head felt warm and sticky with blood. She felt it trickle down her cheek, edging ever closer to her open mouth. Her face was numb.


Trickling closer...


Damn Reginald...


Closer...


Damn gun...


Cloooseeeer...


...


...


Drip.





The blood hit her tongue and her head cleared. Her muscles felt revitalised and adrenaline coursed through her. She lept up from the ground and hit it running, picking up her miniscythe and opening the latch. The blade heated up just as she came face to face with a nockjaw. It howled and she cleaved it in half, not even stopping her run. More came at her but she just powered through them (literally 'through'), dashing towards Reggie with the goth girl. When she caught up behind them, she grabbed Reggie's shoulder, jumped up, flipped and twisted in mid-air so that she landed facing the two. Juliet lifted her miniscythe, still red-hot, and pointed it at him.


"You," Juliet said with a smirk, "or katana girl. Choose wisely."
 
Reginald slowly stood up away from the girl and picked up his sword getting into a professional sword fighting stance.


Reginald stared at Juliet "I'm going to pick you instead" and then he lunged at her positioning the blade into the curve in the scythe. He knew that her reflexes and strength vastly outdid his but he knew that his skill far surpassed hers he'd been sword fighting longer than she's been alive most probably and if push comes to shove he could always shoot her in the head but he seemed inclined not to for some reason which was quite unlike his character.
 
Freyja had heard the commotion for awhile now. All those people..so noisy in one place, while she sat quietly against the building next to it. She was just relaxing for the time being after being cooped up in the lab for so long. She gripped her sword in her hand and flipped the power on for the taser. She loved the look on her enemies faces when she stabbed them with this weapon. At first the look of pain and then surprise that turns to agony when she flips the power on and electrocuting them while driving the sword deeper. She stood up and groaned while stretching her back. Her breathing made a small amount of noise with the mask on, but it was needed after all. She positioned herself outside the building with the people inside and quickly made her way inside to see if there was anyone inside whom she could help.
 
James was running down the street, desperately, a lone maw on his tail. He was breathing hard, and his legs were already feeling the strain from running for so long, at such a speed. He'd shoot it, but he was frantically fumbling to reload his pistol, his shotgun took even longer to reload, and the maw would be on him before he could draw his claymore.


The magazine clipped into the glock, making a satisfying, reassuring click. James turned around, to face the small, snarling creature, scrambling awkwardly after him on its four misshapen legs. Moving backwards now, he aimed at the maw, and fired two rounds at it. The first grazed its shoulder, leaving it unfazed, but the second hit it through the chest, hitting its heart. It was dead within a moment.


Still panting from exertion, James unsheathed the huge claymore from his back, and chopped off the creature's head, making sure to stay away from where the blood would spray. he didn't like doing this, but he knew it was necessary. It might still be alive.


Then, he heard something happening down the street. A clash of metal, a block or two down from him.


James ran over to investigate, to see a man and a girl, clashing their respective weapons of sword and mini-scythe.
 

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