Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[Magikarp]

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“In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”


-H.P. Lovecraft: The Call of Cthulhu

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Smoke covers the sky, not a spot of blue can be seen. Dank and musty, the city of R’lyeh is a dreary place. Gray buildings that are either falling apart or owned by many of the elusive gangs litter the city. Shady people that are quite literary the scum of the city prowl through the streets looking for a ‘good time,’ selling unorthodox ‘medicines’, and looking for their next kill. The police are practically nonexistent, instead gangs run the show, be it eliminating rivals, bringing order (or chaos) to the city, offering certain services to people who can afford it, and offering protection from other gangs, for a ‘small’ fee of course. It certainly is a dog eat dog world here, where everyone is either struggling to make it or are dead. And by dead I mean undead, Vampires as they are commonly referred to. That’s not all, Faes, Humans, Spell Casters, Lycanthrope, and Vampires, roam this city. Now you could just leave this city and find a nice cottage to settle on but that would take more money than most people can comprehend after all only the elite can leave and make it out alive.
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It is 2120, technology has improved and new races have risen. Countries have dissolved and new ones taken form. One particular city has risen called R'lyeh that is infamous due to its crime. At first people flocked there trying to get a new start, but then were closed in as new crime lords rose and took control. Now it’s a base of operations for old and new gangs. However the city also harbors a dark secret, rumors are rising saying that underneath the city Cthulhu, the Devil sleeps, and the key to awaken it was buried with Lilith, the first Vampire. No one knows where Lilith is buried but it is rumored that she is in fact buried under the city, however where she sleeps is accessible. Now the majority of the gangs are racing to try to find her grave, either to protect the key the key and keep it safe, to use the key and summon Cthulhu and create chaos, try to control Cthulhu and use him, or use the key as a weapon. Either way the rumors have created a spark, a spark that could engulf the world in flames or flicker out.
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Humans:

Basic life forms that although numerous, are often belittled by other races especially Vampires who more often than not see them as sacks of skin holding a precious substance they will gladly drain. However Humans are the only race who can learn the dark arts i.e. Magic (see spell casters for further details) and be turned into Vampires. Humans can hold their ground and some are famous Vampire hunters.

Spell Casters:

Humans who can control their spiritual energy in the form of magic. This magic varies from elemental magic to enslaving hexes. These types of humans are called spell casters and are feared throughout the races; however they are few in number and are usually born into spell caster families. If not they have to spend years channeling there inner spiritual energy. Some of their powers include telekinesis, pyrokinesis, teleportation, erebokinesis, divination, electrokinesis, and herbology. Many of them are hired at a steep price to wipeout rival gangs. There are a lot of opinions revolving around Spell Casters throughout the races but Faes seem to dislike them the most. A derogatory term for them is witch, however it is rarely said as some people think that saying it can lead to misfortune.

Vampires:

Fanged beings that are usually very attractive and seductive. Vampires have heightened senses and an incredible athletic body, able to reach speeds that only a Lycanthrope can beat. They live off human blood or animal blood (but most animal blood tastes awful and an ounce of human blood once a week is required to survive) They have naturally long lifespans and are the second most abundant race, almost as abundant as humans. Some can live for centuries and those who do are granted the title of elders. Elder Vampires are in complete control of their bloodlust and have even gained abilities like being able to control a being by injecting a small amount of venom in the beings's bloodstream and are able to transform into winged beasts. However they are few in number that are that old. In order for a human to become a vampire there blood has to be almost entirely drained and then injected with Vampires venom. Vampires cannot bear children and instead reproduce by turning Humans into Vampires. Unlike old superstitions Vampires cannot to be burned by the sun or are weakened from garlic. However they can die from a steak to the heart, being set on fire, or being decapitated. Most Vampires fear or hate Lycanthropes. Derogatory names for Vampires are vamps, bloodsuckers, fangs, and demons.

Lycanthropes:

While they look like Human they can transform into wolves. The wolves they transform into are faster, stronger, and have better senses than regular wolves and most Vampires, however there population is shrinking because of the cities springing up. Normally a Lycanthrope lives in a pack and guided by the pack leader; however some become lone wolves if there pack dies out, they are exiled, or they leave. Lycanthropes can telepathically communicate with other wolves of their pack or other wolves if the other wolf gives them permission to become linked. Lycanthropes mainly live off meat though never blood. To Lycanthropes Vampires smell terrible and vice versa. Although Lycanthropes have a rivalry against Vampires they have a good relationship with Faes. Child Lycanthropes are called pups and have a hard time transforming back and forth. If a Lycanthrope is living in the city they are either in the Lycanthrope pack called ‘Shreds,’ or are a lone wolf. As strong as Lycanthropes they are vulnerable to magic and during the full moon they lose their transformation ability until sunrise. Derogatory names for them are dogs, mutts, beasts, and animals.

Faes:

This species is the rarest and are usually beautiful individuals with stunning wings that they can retract. Most of them live in a secluded forest guarded by powerful magic, ruled by a queen; however some managed to find themselves in the city. Fae, although physically weak, can perform Photokinesis, Psychometry, can fly, and shrink down to the size of a butterfly. To beings with heightened senses they smell extremely good and usually have to mask their scent with a spell. Their blood is a drug to Vampires and can essentially kill them, thus they usually have a strained relationship with Vampires but get along with most Lycanthropes. Derogatory names for Faes are insects and pixies.

Bloods:

The strongest and wealthiest gang that is exclusively Vampires, not including some human servants, the Bloods are a force to be reckoned with. With their power spanning over half of the city they are well known and respected. They even run four blood banks, which is where most of the Vampires get there food. This gang is ruled by a Vampire dubbed the Vampire King/Queen. They have a deep hatred/fear for the Shreds and either steer clear of them or fight them.

The Poison Guild (or just the poisons):

This gang of Vampires is mainly assassins hired by other gangs. They are tricky and are as sneaky as foxes. Although not the most wealthiest by any means they are trained silent killers, who use there venom to kill non vampires and use their stealth skills to kill other Vampires. Their leader is called the Guild Master.

The Athenaeum:

This gang deals with information and dealing it out. Not the most powerful gang they make it up with knowledge and there seductive and manipulative prowess. Basically they are a gang of informants. Their leader is called the Librarian.

Starry Eyes:

This is a gang of Faes who deal with black-market treatment, such as getting treated without the need of an i.d. etc. They are neutral and help anyone (as long as they pay, which isn’t as much a normal hospital bill.) Their leader is called the Surgeon.

Shreds:

The only Lycanthrope gang (they refer to themselves as a pack) the members are very close knit. The gang overall is strong, and wealthy. They usually take jobs protecting humans from Vampires (mostly the blood gang). There rival is the Bloods and most will become bitter at the mere mention of them. Their leader is called Claws.

Skins:

A gang of Vampire hunters made up of Humans. They are extremely versatile in weapons such as swords, stakes, sickles, and explosives. Although few in number they are fearsome, and almost a taboo to talk about. It’s rumored even the Bloods fear them. Their leader is called the Reaper.

The Alchemists:

A gang of Spell Casters that is extremely prestigious and expensive to hire. They are a powerful gang that sits on a golden throne. Their leader is called the Sorcerer/Sorceress.

~Rules~

No Godmodding


No Mary Sues/Gary Stus


No Bunnying


No one liners a 4-5 sentence is the minimum


Try to have decent grammar


Put your characters favorite drink on the personality section


This is going to be a dark roleplay, discretion is advised
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[Magikarp]

10:00 PM Friday night


It was a cold and damp night. Although it was night not a single star could be seen and people were still bustling around. However it was at this time that humanities worst would creep from out of the shadows and into the city. Figures would stand at each corner of the streets, offering their bodies, drugs, or anything that could be used to pleasure another. Back in the alleyways people were getting beaten to an inch of their life...or worse. The scum of the city were out and prowling about and people who had given up were curled up against the dirty walls of abandoned buildings. A few gang members would assert their authority with other gang members but it never got out of hand, unless their boss wanted it to. It truly was a bleak place full of chaos and anarchy. However if one had any wealth they were enjoying the sight of the dog eat dog city in a penthouse of some sort on a velvet cushion and drinking out of crystal glasses. The social classes here were so apparent that one could usually just look at a person to see where they lie. It was a city where money and power was key.


Everett Belphegor:


Everett stirred the red violet liquid in his glass before taking a delicate sip. The savory taste of the aged wine was to die for and the blood that was infused in it was a bonus. It wasn't just blood though, it was taken from the healthiest and almost genetically perfect 'donor.' Drinking wine like this was one of the few pleasures he still had in the bleak and dull world. Even than the taste of this near perfect wine would get dull sometimes...not to mention boring. He was tired of the same old thing yet he couldn't help but indulge in it, just like life. As of right now he was in a large complex that was classy and elegant. In front of him was a macassar ebony table that held a few papers one of which was a newspaper. The newspaper said the same thing, more killings, assassinations, really it was only the tip of the iceberg. The newspaper was moderated so it only reported killings that wouldn't be hazardous to report about. Looking at the newspaper with distaste Everette turned away from it and focused back on his glass.


So dirty...what filth people are. Same old thing, people die and then they move on. Nothing particularly exciting happens...well at least not yet.


Looking up to one of his guards Everett pointed at him and then motioned to the door. "Be a dear and get Miss Ambre and Mr. Abaddon...and hurry, you wouldn't want to keep me waiting now would you?" Everett ordered, saying the last part so sweetly that it was obvious that it was venom coated in sugar.


Everett could see fear flash in the guards eyes but the guard kept his poker face as he hurried out of the door in search for his second and third in command.

 

[AshenLily]

Fayde stood atop the building she'd once known as home, gazing out over the city. It was beautiful, really, from afar. The bright, glaring lights did a superb job of hiding the scum they blanketed. Fayde glanced around the city, a small glimmer of amusement growing within her eyes.


She'd heard them long ago, but hadn't bothered trying to lose her pursuers. Two? As far as she could tell, she was right. They were clumsy. Definitely newly-turned. Had it been accidental, or intentional? Nevermind, that. It wasn't of any consequence. Fayde had some experience with vampires, and knew that any vampire with even the smallest amount of experience wouldn't make that much noise when tracking someone, or something. Not bothering to turn and face them, she spoke. "Well, well. It seems I've been caught." She laughed lightly. "So, who sent you? Hmm?" Fayde frowned momentarily. Though she wasn't the toughest, nor the most skilled Lycan around, she was definitely formidable, as far as the city's population was concerned. Suffice it to say, she was more trouble than she was worth, considering she lacked any sort of affiliation to the Shreds. That being the case, who had decided she was worth investigating again?


Fayde turned, feeling her Lycan blood flowing hotly through her body. She was ready to shift at a moment's notice. Though she didn't usually enjoy killing, it had been quite some time since she'd had a chance to test her skills. She was likely growing rusty. On top of that, she was sick of human food. The two would serve nicely.


"Who sent us? What are you talking about? No one sent us." It was the man that spoke, and he grinned widely. Either he wasn't aware that his opponent was a Lycanthrope, or, he greatly overestimated his newly-turned power. The latter was more likely the case, but it wasn't of any consequence to Fayde. "No one sent us," he repeated. "But you look absolutely delicious." As he finished, he bared his fangs, and leaped at his decided opponent.


It was clear from the vampire's confusion in his voice that he wasn't lying. That eased the girl's mind, quite a bit. She hated attracting attention in this city, and never did, unless absolutely necessary. Her shift was incredibly quick, having over a century's worth of experience in practicing it. She sprung past the airborne man's form, quickly disemboweling him with her razor sharp claws. The man screamed in agony for a few moments, before falling silently to the ground. Fayde paused, and turned to his companion. A woman. By the looks of it, she was horrified at her partner's gruesome death. Fayde nodded slightly, as if to urge the woman to leave. She wouldn't be able to eat the both of them, and again, she liked to keep a low profile.


"Y-You'll pay for this. I swear it!" The fear in the girl's eyes was evident, as she turned and sprinted off, leaving Fayde to enjoy her meal, while overlooking the city.


(Hope it's alright. :3)

 

[FewUtherClockKlik]

Tai viewed the two vampires in front of him. They were both obviously quite hungry and had not eaten for around two days. Both were male and rather well built. Judging by the shape of the bulges in their pockets, Tai could ascertain that both wielded combat knives, most likely stolen from some long deceased human. The two vampires gazed at Tai with obvious hunger and urge to kill.

Tai instantly noted that the vampires did not have the prim posture that a member of the Bloods would have, and thus Tai deduced that the vampires before him were just lawless felons that killed humans recklessly.

Tai was cornered in a deserted and dirty alleyway that led to a towering brick wall; a dead end. Well, "cornered" probably wasn't the right word here. Tai was just walking placidly by this wall when the two vampires had emerged from the shadows with knives drawn.

"Are you scared human?" said one of the vampires.

"How should we butcher him? This is our first meal in days." said the other.

Tai's response was to simply stare straight back at the vampires with a focused, emotionless gaze. Tai's posture was completely still and solid. The two vampires before him were desperate and weak creatures, and Tai was prepared to end their existences which only hurt more humans.

"No response? Did we scare you that bad human?" Said one of the vampires. The other one snickered snidely at this comment.

The two vampires began to slowly approach Tai with fangs bared and knives drawn, obviously attempting to look intimidating to elicit a fearful response from Tai.

Tai simply sighed.

One of the vampires lunged forward and with knife arm extended, aiming directly for Tai's stomach. The other vampire stayed back to observe the results of the attack.

Tai simply lifted his right leg and deftly curled it around the vampire's arm in mid air, clutching it in a powerful grip and immediately stopping it. In the very next instant, Tai powerfully rotated his leg while slamming it down upon the ground. The unfortunate arm that was caught in Tai's leg was twisted and bent painfully out of use while the vampire that owned this arm was violently pushed face down onto the cold, filthy ground of the alleyway. The vampire screamed as he felt the burning of several sprained and torn muscles in his arm.

Tai viewed the prone vampire before him and casually raised his left foot above the vampire's head. Without a change of expression, Tai crushed the vampire's skull completely, grinding through brain matter and releasing a deluge of blood from the vampire's orifices.

The other vampire that viewed this scene now began to turn around to run, but he was too late.

As soon as the vampire began turning, Tai had pushed himself off the ground with powerful force with his right leg to rapidly close the distance between himself and the remaining vampire, and using his left leg to stabilize his balance midair, Tai retracted his right arm and swung it hard at a sharp angle towards the Vampire's right ribcage.

The blow connected, and Tai felt the vampire's ribs shattering as his fist impressed itself upon the vampire. Tai had attacked a vital spot, and it was highly probable that the vampire now had a punctured lung and was suffering from massive internal bleeding.

The vampire that Tai struck fell upon the ground like his comrade, coughing up blood as he clutched his right side with a pained expression.

The vampires wouldn't die from physical trauma alone, and Tai knew this. With an impatient expression upon his emotionless face, Tai reached behind his back and unstrapped the two stakes that were tied to his back. Tai hadn't intended to clean up some trash today, but it was his duty. The vampires before him were rather weak as they had little experience in actual trained combat and were somewhat starved, but any sensible observer of this scene would have been able to tell that Tai was a member of the Skins.​

 

[Der Kojote]

“Come on! This “Blitz” is just one guy! We kill him and some gang will let us in!” Gregory shook his head and straightened his tie. Another group of thugs, three members…this time it seemed like one of the less intelligent groups running around on the streets. He’d tried reasoning with idiots like these years before. Desperate fools, wrong place, with the worst ideas at the worst possible time. They were too stupid to understand someone offering a way out was not someone trying to save their own skins. A simple show of force would probably enough, but as the loud mouth flipped open a knife, Greg knew where this was headed. He grabbed a cigarette from his pack and with a small spark arcing between his thumb and index finger, lit it. “Ahh the tough guy is ready for some action!” The assailant began charging at him. “Well lets see how you handle th-”


The bad mouther didn’t get to finish his sentence. A simple flick of the wrist and an utterance of “Spark” sent a crackling arc of blue white lightning right into the chest of now spasming agitator. Gregory turned to the fallen one’s two compatriots. “Does anyone else have any ideas…or do you wish to leave?” No sooner had he said the word leave, were the two running. The story was the same everywhere in this city; petty crooks…thugs…wannabe gangsters…half of them jumping at the chance to prove themselves to someone, soon to be added to the endless pile of corpses that the city seemed to usher from its depths.


And all he could claim was a clean four buildings on a block.


His mother and father were taking the night watch tonight; the 64th street corner had decided to let its protector get a night off on the town. Though for Gregory…that meant going to a bar, getting a half decent glass of Whisky, and pondering about the status of the gangs, and listening in on the conversations of the bar. Alcohol loosened tongues, and like the cheap booze that those children of the night drank, secrets and plans tended to flow. Even having “fun” was doing business as usual, and for Greg, he was more than alright with that.

 

[Felicity]

Click-clack, click-clack. Click-clack, click-clack. The sound of black lacquered high heels were Ambre's favorite sound. Well besides the dripping of blood on her tongue. There she strode down the street in her black leather getup, her corset, suffocating, her pants squeaking with every step. She was on her way back from an interesting night at an elusive underground club, not from a night of dancing but a night of espionage. She was there for business, a job that ended with her leg wrapped around a man's throat, literally squeezing the life out of him. Now she was ready to stir up more trouble of course. Rounding a corner, she laid her eyes on a group of dingy prostitutes. "Disgusting," she growled in a silky tenor voice. High enough to seem like a woman's voice but just low enough to raise the slightest suspition.


The illustrious penthouse belonging to the Bloods stood before her. Her home. As the elevator doors opened, she devilishly grinned, happy to be back in the lap of luxury. As much luxury you could manage here. She strode to her room, ready to retire for the night when a guard entered. "Yes?" She purred, but in an annoyed manner. He explained her summoning to their leader as she rose back up from her vanity, making him shake of nervousness. Most of the guards knew her ways, seeing as she always toyed with them, as if they were at her disposal. But then again wern't they? "Yes of course..." She walked up to him slowly, grinning. "Now... get out!" Her words biting and demanding. A giggle escaped her lips as he scurried from the room.


Making her way through the penthouse, lead by a guard, she found herself in front of the esteemed Kings room. The guard opened the door under the harsh glare of the vampiric snake. She glided in, taking in the image of her leader. So regal in a way. She admired that. He had the elegance of ten people and a taste that put most palaces to shame. Her six foot nine frame (due to the heels of course) stood before him, her hip cocked to the side, hands placed on her waist, sharp nails indenting her leather bustier. "You wanted to see me?"

 

[cojemo]

Claudia breathed heavily as she dashed through an alleyway, stumbling over dropped bottles and her own high heels. She'd glance behind her every now and again to catch a glimpse of the two pursuing vampires as they closed the gap quickly, moving at much higher speeds and nimbly jumping over the debris she would knock over in an attempt to slow them down. As she ran, she lost her balance and stumbled forward, letting out a short yelp as she tumbled to the ground. In seconds the two vampires, both males, had her surrounded, placing themselves on either side of the fallen girl. Seemingly panicked, Claudia, now turned over in a sitting position, scuttled back until she ran into a wall and looked up at her chasers.


"Help! Anybody, help!" she cried out, watching as the two men laughed at her attempt at attracting attention. Almost as if on cue, the taller of the two suddenly burst into flames, his blood curdling screams echoing throughout the alley as he fell to the ground and slowly roasted. "What the hell?!?" The other vampire exclaimed as he jumped back in shock and fear. "What the hell is this!?! I thought-" the man was cut short as another blast of fire quickly engulfed him, sending him down the same path his friend had taken only seconds before. the screams subsided, aster a few moments, leaving the smell of burning flesh lingering in the air. Claudia's breathing slowed down, standing up slowly and looking to where the flames had come from. A tall, light haired man wearing a dark trench coat approached her, running a hand through his hair as he spoke. "I noticed that these two creatures were causing you some trouble, so I thought that I should step in. Everything okay?"


Claudia clasped her hands to her chest, seeming like she was on the verge of tears as her face painted a picture of distress. She stumbled forward, allowing the man to catch her in his arms. "Thank you! Thank you so much! I-I would have been dead if it wasn't for you! Thank you!" A tear ran down her cheek, looking into her saviors eyes. The man spoke again, his voice noticeably deeper, probably because he was trying to seem tough."No need to thank me young lady. It's the least I could do." Claudia grinned, running a hand across the mans chest as she pushed him against a wall. "If that's the case, let me repay you with the least I can do." her voice oozing with a seductive undertone, she wrapped her arms behind his head and placed her lips against his and started fiercely making out (I know, word choice isn't best here, but I'm too tired to think of something better) with him, the guy seemingly just as enthusiastic about it as she was. Her mouth moved to his ear, running both her hands across his chest as she whispered, "You're pretty good at this. Too bad you're so stupid." She instantly opened her mouth wide, giving a clear view of her fangs as she drove them into his neck. Claudia could feel his body tense up and freeze as she sucked the blood form his veins. Oh, it tasted so good when it came from a spell caster. Something about their blood tasted sweet while at the same time savory, the hint of it driving her crazy. That was one of the reasons she'd taken the contract in the first place.


Earlier that week, a client had issued a contract to kill a certain spell caster that had been causing trouble around his part of town. Apparently the man excelled in pyrokinesis and had become a vigilante of sort, hunting down and killing anyone who was causing trouble. It seemed he had a hero complex of sorts judging by the way he acted and dressed. It was also noted that he was something of a ladies man. Normally she'd give it to one of her underlings, but it had been a while since she'd done a high valued assassination, and it was good to keep everyone in her gang knowing she was the leader for a reason. Plus, she'd gotten a few new recruits that Claudia felt had promise and wanted to show them how things were done. After a few days of espionage, they uncovered his most common stalking grounds and planned the trap that would lure him out and into his demise. Of course, the two that had been burned alive were just a couple of loud mouths that thought they were tough, and had no idea that they were going to die. The rest had watched the display from the rooftops, observing Claudia do her work.


Feeling as the last drop of blood exited his body, she dropped him to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his body completely white and drained of life. "Don't worry, you're coming with me." Placing the bodies neck between her heel and toe of her shoe, she bent down and pulled out a five inch blade from her pocket and began sawing at the neck, slowly severing the head from the rest of the body. Giving the head a yank after a few moments of cutting, the skull of the once living spell caster popped off of the rest of the body, making a satisfying tearing sound. It had become a tradition of sorts for her to remove the head of her victims and place them on spikes around her main office. She felt it gave the room a certain flair to it that couldn't be replicated. Claudia slowly rose as she gripped the head by the hair and hung it in front of her face, giving it a wide grin. "See? Doesn't this make things much more convenient?" She gave a long, deep kiss to the cold lips before bringing the skull down by her side and casually walking down the alley towards the main hideout of the Poisons.


(Sorry it took so long. Hope this is fine. I'm a little iffy at places on quality, but it seems good enough to post.)

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


Everett was still sipping at his wine when Ambre came striding in, confidence practically radiated off of her like usual. With her long black hair, piercing grey eyes, pale and unmarked skin, she was a beauty alright especially in her tight leather clothes that showed off every curve. Of course she wasn't always a she but did that didn’t really mate in Everett’s books. As long as she continued to use her snake like charm to sway her enemies and then wipe them out when they least expect it she could be a male, female, and everything in between for all he cared. Yes as long as she continued to be beneficial to his gang Everett didn't care who she was in the past as the past was boring...informative, but boring.


"Ah yes Ambre it's so good to see you! You are looking alluring as always," Everett gushed, motioning for her to sit down.


Fetching another crystal glass from the table Everett popped open another bottle of his blood infused aged whine and gently poured Ambre a glass of the dark violet liquid that had a tint of red. Letting it settle a bit before handing it to her Everett adjusted his wings a bit and handed her the glass that was now filled with expensive wine that quite frankly even a normal person’s life savings wouldn’t be able to cover the cost of and their savings would probably just barely cover the cost of the crystal glass it was in. Yes Everett had expensive tastes but what else could alleviate his boredom? Everything else made him even more tired of the world.


"This wine is the finest wine you can get these days, aged to perfection and the blood has been taken from the most genetically perfect human money can make," Everett rambled. "Oh and I'll explain everything once Abaddon gets here, but for now how did that little mission go? I'm willing to bet a bottle of this wine that you chopped his balls off or something like that."


@Pasha

 

[vibrantsystem]

Tiskana was bored. Well, sort of. She didn't have anything that was currently needed to be done, and she hadn't been out for a little bit of personal time in quite the while. And she really felt like it was needed. Or something was needed. And she was frustrated, which wasn't particularly surprising, as that seemed to be her normal mood these days. She was asked about it on occasion, and always had an excuse at the ready. "I'm under stress." That was what she normally said. It was always better than saying something rude to the person who had actually cared to ask her. She wouldn't be the most popular person ever if when someone asked her she responded with a something such as "maybe if you weren't here I wouldn't be so pissy with you."


So instead of moping around, waiting for someone to give her something to do, Tiskana had decided to venture outside. Outside into the city. Not that that was something particularly impressive, of course. Leaving a building wasn't impressive by anyone's standards, but then again, leaving a building in this city and actually coming back in one whole piece was fairly impressive.


However, for Tiskana, her little outing had taken a dark turn. It had been quick, and she hadn't really wanted to stick around while she watched a young woman sever a dead man's head and then kiss it. Of course Tiskana had known that the woman was a vampire. She had watched her suck the man's life out of him, rendering him pale, limp, and most notably, dead. Oh well. It wasn't really Tiskana's problem. The vampire seemed to not have noticed her, hiding at end of the alleyway by the street. But then again, Tiskana wasn't doing anything else at the moment. It wouldn't hurt to follow the vampire would it? No, it wouldn't. And if things got out of hand, well, Tiskana had her violin. And she could change her form at a moment's notice.


And with that, Tiskana began to follow the figure of the girl, watching the way the head swung as the little vampire walked along causally.

 

[Felicity]

Oh, King Everett, eloquent as always. His class was a marvel in its self. It seemed as though, in a way, he had passed on such behavior to the rest of the vampire race, all trying to mimic him, though, Ambre wouldn't know. But honestly what more could one expect from an elder vampire who lived three times longer than her, had a set of wings, and had "King" in his title. She was honored to be his presence and took a second to gloat in her twisted mind. She couldn't forget however, she held herself in just as high of standards.


Her eyes glinted with satisfaction as he complimented her. She loved compliments. She glanced down at her attire. It was basically the same as always, always being some sort of black skin tight leather.


She eased herself down, perching herself on the sofa, making sure to cross her legs, and her proud, confident chin, never dropping below a ninety degree angle. She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers carefully around the utterly expensive concoction of glass and wine, careful not to touch the exalted ones own hand. "You look exquisite as well, but you don't need me to tell you that of course," she beamed. She swayed her wine around in her deathly sensuous fingers, the intoxicating aroma filling her senses, and finally lifted the glass to her lips, the cool Crystal and divine taste absolutely titillating. As she set it down she mused at the lip gloss smudge on the glass.





"Oh, yes the mission. It was fairly easy. Though, a pity, the man was gorgeous," she mused. She had such a specific way of talking, almost like an accent. Her sentences flowed with ease, laced with sensuality and a dash of mystery. The icing on top however was the low haunting pitch at which they resonated. She giggled at the chopping comment. How could one forget his blunt humor? "How ever could you have guessed?"

 

[BrownBear]

"BUUUUUUUURM!" (Intro music to set the mood)


A daunting, smokey cargo ship approaches the harbor toward the damned city. A city that may as will have been the called Sodom. Same shit. Dirt, Immorality, and Ignorance. No one in their goddamned right mind would want to raise a family here, in a place of complete utter chaos. Was there even a fucking school system? Bums were beat up and sniffing their own shit to get high. Vampires were sucking blood left and right not giving two fucks if someone had AIDs. Most people care but noooooo guessing since they were kind of already dead they didnt care at all. OH! And you got people with magic now! Technology has advanced so much, how the hell did anyone learn to use magic, a died out art form? Whatever. Then you had your wolves who were actually pretty decent... better than the holier than thou Vampire Hunters.... Oh and then you had the boring old Skins... they were alright.


So right, you had all these bad ass gangs right? You had all these bad ass gangs who think they ran shit. Gangs who each think they run all the drugs, the slaves, all the weapons, but its funny.... they really had no idea. You see theres a gang... who kinda runs most shit from the shadows. No they werent as powerful or tough the others. They werent flashy either! These guys were behind the scenes... smart, and quick. Resourceful and respected. Most of the gangs saw these men as the neutral middle men. Some as annoying wimps. Some as angels from above, who with a fee, will tell you what you want to know. They had also hand in the black market thanks to recent aggressiveness for expanding but that has been especially hard thanks to that damn fairy gang, the Starry Eyes. For the first time in a long time it looked the knowledge based gang was getting annoyed by another gang.


But it didnt matter. Athenaeum would prevail. They had access to all the citys cameras, railroad systems, and could access the bank accounts of those they didnt like. They had hackers, spys and connections all over the city and small group of assassins who got shit done directly if need be. But most of the time through knowledge and wealth these guys could play chess and always take your king. Checkmate motherfucker. The minute you did something someone heard. Someone saw. And someone just told the motherfucking Athena squad.


"BUUUUUUUURRRRMMMM"


The cargo shop docks against the dark and moldy ports, looking like a hulking beast taking a rest on a cursed island. The cargo port cranes quickly cam, settled in position and removed a couple heavy cargo boxes. One red cargo box did not follow the path of the others and was lowered directly to the ground. Once on the ground four cargo workers opened the huge metal doors and went inside. They kneeled inside, on both sides of a large object covered in canvas and began untying the securing belts. Once out they threw off the canvas covering there revealed a stunningly beautiful sleek sports car. Masserati Gran Turismo. Or a he liked to call. Alexis Texas.


They looked outside from inside the metal box towards a long haired, dreaded man. He was dressed quite nicely, and wore sunglasses, ray bans, at night. He looked stoic and calm while smoking on what looked to be a blunt. "Oh yeah?" He spoke as the dock workers came out to confirm their job done. The dark, running back like man put a finger up with a smile to reassure the men he was only going to be a moment. "Really? Right now? No fucking way! Hahahha!" It looked like he was talking to himself, but it was the future and so he had very small ear piece. "Ok. Thanks again Tommy. Talk to you soon. Yeah Europe was good. Yeah I found out some stuff about the rumors... Of course I ran into trouble, some of those vampires were really protective! Yeah well Its history related you know I didnt sleep... yeah ive a got a couple leads... got some documents in the Hardrive as well... yup I'll see you at The Library... Demon out." He smiled and hung up the phone then looked up on the workers. "Um wait just a second please!" He grabbed his blunt and put it in a metal cylinder he kept in his jacket pocket.


Demon looked to the stacked cargo boxes to his right and saw metal ladder bars on some of them. He walked over to them and climbed about two stacks, getting slightly wet from the night dew. The docks were a sketchy sight right now since they were basically the only ones standing underneath the dirty yellow lights that gleamed the against the post rain concrete docks. Demon clattered up top and picked a nice spot. He kneeled and waited... the dock workers looked at him like he was crazy but then seconds later a black SUV pulled up with some guys. One was clearly a vamp. The others looked human... but then one shifted... It looked to be one of those super small gangs that somehow accepted all races. Demon didnt care. As soon as they came out, he had his golden uzi ready, even having the arm back unfolded. He looked down the sights in anticipation.


"... ca-ching." He whispered to himself. He used short bursts and took out the wolf and a human, told by brains and blood spewing over the concrete. The workers not too far off looked in awe and slight fear. They stuck close to the cargo box to avoid bullets. Anyways the vampire one began climbing the cargo walls, being fast, but was soon met with a boot to the face by demon who kept his eyes on him. He jumped down cargo boxes one at a time while avoiding pistol bullets by the last human. A bullet grazed his suit, which pissed Demon off. Once on the ground, Demon walked quickly while shooting the human hiding behind the SUV. "EAT LEAD BITCH!" He yelled. Finally he went to the wet ground on his stomach. He shot the mans ankles under the car then sprayed his side. All of a sudden he was dragged and thrown against the 1st cargo box he climbed upon. "Uuughh.." Demon rubbed his head sitting down with his back against the metal wall. He looked up and noticed a big footed vampire boot coming at him. He rolled to the side and clicked his uzi. and clicked... and clicked. No bullets. And no time to reload. As the biker like, bald vampire threw a fast punch Demon breathed deeply. He focused so hard it seemed time slowed down. Like



he calculated the mans speed and trajectory of his strike, and then planned accordingly. "Throw gun in face. Duck left under his right hook. Tackle both legs causing him to fall to his left. By instinct he will fall to his stomach. Once there, knee right side of body multiple times. Once tired grab dagger from my jacket pocket, and execute with stab to back of the neck... probability of success... high."
Demons eyes widened and began the steps. He threw his uzi to the big mans face, and by instinct his arms lost trajectory. Demon then went low and executed a basic wrestling tackle to the ground with ease. He then, keeping his hands on the mans lower back, knee his right side multiple times. He kneed so many times he felt ribs break. Perfect. He won. Demon quickly grabbed his knife and finished the job. "Cr-ck." The knife cut the spinal cord. Instant death. "Hah... hah....... ha... hahahha woow." Demon breathed while on his knees and looking at the bodies. After wiping and sheathing his knife, he soon got up and grabbed his golden uzi. "Oh shit... my fucking suit has to go to the tailors again. I had enough already coming from europe."


He walked over to the frozen dockworkers and smiled while fixing his dread lock ponytail up, getting a little bit use thanks to that CQC fight. He gave each man a nice tip, opened his car, revved the engine and took off. Destination was towards the HQ, The Library which was in Athena territory. The South side of the city. It would be a drive since he was coming in from the docks which were north side. Anyways he played some ironically nice music ass he zipped out of the docks and onto the highway... soon enough he was back... back in good ol' R'lyeh. "Home Sweet Fuckin home....



..." He said sighing as he began puffing on his half smoked blunt again.

 

[Leijonion]

Dylan sipped at his water quietly. He glanced up at the bartender nervously, then he looked back down at his glass, tapping it with his fingernails. He was obviously up to no good. The only thing he hoped was that his act was too much. He almost smiled at that. No, he was definitely nervous. He looked like someone on his first job. He was in the north of the city in a local bar that The Athenaeum didn't have interest in and would never have interest in. He wasn't a local nor a regular, he was drinking water in a bar, and he was just sitting at the bar, not talking to anyone, and it was obvious that he wasn't waiting for anyone. To top it all off, his leg was shaking so hard, he was sure it would fall off.


Unlucky for whoever would be checking on him, it wasn't his first job. He was only sticking out because he wanted to and he had to manually shake his leg in order to seem nervous. He swore, he would actually kick someone's ass if someone didn't come check on him, his leg was killing him.


Ah. There it was.


'...and he's been sitting there for fifteen minutes straight. Something is wrong with him. Check him out, if you know what I mean?'


A deep grunt was the only response after that, and Dylan could hear the heavy boots of security approaching him. He made a move to get up, only to be pushed back down with a large, meaty hand. The huge man sat down next to him and Dylan didn't have to fake his fear at all.


"Hey, buddy, you mind if I buy you a drink?"


By his smell, he was only a human, and Dylan almost let out a sigh of relief. He "wrung" his hands, twisting the contraption hidden underneath his jacket sleeve to release the right amount of anesthetics into the almost invisible needle in his palm. He cleared his throat, then took the man's hand in his, taking it off his shoulder. "N-no thank you, sir. I'm-" Dylan was cut short when his hand was overtaken by the larger man's. Evidently, he didn't like being touched. But this was only a guess. The vice-like grip could mean anything. But soon, Dylan's poison worked, and the man's face of rage was replaced by that of confusion. Dylan could only wonder about what he thought made his whole arm go numb.


Before anyone in the bar could make a move, Dylan was already out of the bar, walking at a brisk pace.


When the large man burst from the opening of the bar, roaring, Dylan started to sprint, turning to his left into a narrow alleyway, then another left into an alleyway that lead to the street. Unluckily, the man fit, muscles and all, and Dylan hopped off the wall to his right to leap onto the fire escape on the opposite wall. He needed scramble for only a moment, and he was off again, scaling the fire escape with expert ease. The other man, however, was jumping at the ladder, just missing each time. By the time he finally got the ladder down and he got to the top, Dylan was long gone.


After a few minutes, Dylan arrived at the highway, awaiting the arrival of his boss. He knew he was coming back today, and- sigh- he could already hear the noisy, smelly, disgrace of a car come speeding down the highway. He sighed again and stuck his thumb out, pulling down his hood and flashing his bright red hair.

 

[Purpl]

*distant alarm clock*


A low groan was heard from the bed. Nimensei woke up, realising that he had overslept. He never overslept.


F**K was the first thought he had.


Jumping out of his rather big bed, walking across the room with fast and light steps and then hitting the clock as hard as he could without it breaking.


The noise stopped.


There he stood in his boxer shorts, on the highest floor in an apartment building. A few steps towards the glass door that separated him from the other world. He lay his hand on the cold steel handle, looked out into the town. It was dark, he should have woke up earlier, it should not be this dark outside already. With a push, he opened the door and entered the dark world of R’lyeh. There, on his balcony he had an excellent view over the nearest quarters, with a pair of binoculars, he could see many details.


Tonight, he had a job. It was a fairly simple job, find a person and kill the person. Sure, the instructions were easy, but he had no idea where the person lived, he only had looks to go after.


His head twitching slightly, a smirk appearing on his face Nimensei looked out towards the towns center.


"Ahhhhahaahahh, this is good, yes yes, this is the feeling one should have. Soon, soon enough i will be able to, to..taste the sweet warm blood from my victim. Ahhhahaha. Yes, this is perfect"


He went back in to the room, went over to his wardrobe and opened it. Strapping his clothes on, a long thin black sleeved t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, his weapons.


His arsenal was big, he had almost anything a self claimed master assassin could need. But, he liked the short blades the most. Coming up close, slashing his victims and being sprayed with their blood was the best feeling he ever had.


It was time.


He opened the balcony doors fully, stepped in to his room again and started running.


A jump.


One step and push off the balcony railing and he flew in to the air.


Feeling the air whiz in his face and hair he took aim on the building next to him. If he missed the jump, he would die, but then again he never missed the jump.


When his feet touched the roof, he bent his legs and rolled off onto the building roof and in midst speed he stood up and started running.


Making his way to the center on the rooftops were mostly easy, but when coming too close there were higher buildings which made it harder.


There he stood, in a black market in the black town of crime. He walked around, watching people sell everything from Vampire teeth to voodoo dolls.


He knew that his victim would be here, or at least he had a hunch since the letter he had gotten had specified that the target was some kind of a scientist, experimenting with things one should not experiment with.


He started waiting, watching carefully as he strolled along the streets.

 

[BrownBear]

Although smelly and disgraceful to the senses of a werewolf, Alexis Texas was a speed demon and lovely lady in Demons eyes. She went faster than most flying cars and has gotten him out of all the tightest spots. Specially on this latest trip to Europe on trying to find out about the Rumors..... anyways he remembered when he first bought Alexis. Right after his first job working for the boss... he had information on csome corrupt CEO, that he had photos of him cheating on his wife. Demon milked a lot of money off that politician for Athenas and himself....


Still... Demon couldn't believe its been about two years already since he's been running with this gang. Never in his life did he think he would be involved activities like this but hell... it had to be fate. The US government was already basically non existent by the time he got into the Academy. Having Edward Snowdins descendant direct him here was a true blessing. Here didnt have to worry about hiding from the police or the world. Here he could take what he wanted when he wanted. Most importantly here... he could grow out his hair.


As he sped along the highway he noticed a big messy ball of fur, and immediately pressed on the breaks to slow down. Dylan. Third in Command of the Athena gang. He probably did the most dangerous jobs in the whole shebang. The boss was usually busy or being lazy, letting all the small stuff like making sure they were trained, disciplined, had money, and keeping tabs on history to Demon. Demon relied on Flynn to lead on the field. To take out spies or assassins or to do recon. Usually Demon was in the Hardrive with Tommy, the head hacker, and watched the operations on the cameras. Demon unlocks the door and lets the werewolf in.


"Lemme just..." As he speeds up and turns left to go down the main road north - south road called Whiskey Street. Now Whiskey street is the main Vein of the city along with Planters Street which goes east west of the city/island. This how the gangs separate their territories mostly, and they have remain unchanged for the most part. However with leads that Demon has got, he may soon spark a gang war, in an effort to make Athena come out on top. He looks to his right as he passes by a bar. A group of people stand over his dead body....


"Hmm... good job. How you been Flynn my man? Been a couple weeks now..." Demon said smirking and looking ahead. "Been taking care of business as usual... I bet I got a lot of paperwork back at The Library. I hope you got some noobie to separate it for me." He tried to fix up his dirty, torn, wet suit in front of him but it was no use. He let his dreads fall however as the sped down whiskey.

 

[Purpl]

Walking around the many people on the black market, Nimensei became bored. He wanted to slash something, and he wanted to do it now. Trying to find someone with only their appearance was not something that you just went out and did. But i guess he had gone with the luck, and luck had not been in his favor. The city sparkled to life in the night, even though it was mostly dark even during the day, at night everyone and everything awoke. Murders, robberies, rapes, slaughters, massacres everything happened in this town. It was no big deal for the inhabitants either, they just kept on with their lives, either being murderers, robbers, rapists, slaughterers or a massacrist. He had no high thoughts of this town, he knew what it gave and he knew what he could take from it. But that was the beauty of it, you could take what you wanted from this town. There were so many things you could be here that you could not be anywhere else. Just look at the gangs for F**K sake, they practically ruled the city, or at least they thought so. The city was more or less separated in to "communities" ruled by the gangs, and those within one gangs territory was left out to their mercy.


Gang wars was common, and it seemed like there might be new ones starting, a lot of cross-species murders had begun again and it worried Nimensei, not that he had any problems with murders or being dragged in to a bloody war where he would be able to kill as much as he pleased. But, the scale at it. It was no regular gang killings. Perhaps he should look deeper in to this.


Now going off the market, he walked down one of the main roads of the city called Whiskey street. Here you had the most flow, especially with cars. If there was anything that would be called fancy in this town, this was the place. In the middle where the two main streets met you had the biggest hotels, casinos, bars and strip clubs (which had strippers of different races of course). Nimensei thought that he might find his, scientist somewhere here, aimlessly walking down the street towards the inner center.


After some time walking, he came across a group of people on the other side of the street. He watched them for a second or two, seeing them standing over a body. They talked about something, but Nimensei didn't care, why should he? Murders were committed at all times in this town, why should this be special? He shrugged his shoulders and kept on walking, feeling the blood thirst he usually felt when getting too bored. A car that went fast sped past him, continuing down the road to the south, the only glimpse of the driver he could get was dreads whipping in the wind when driving so fast. He did not think about it more and spied with a keen eye over the street looking, searching for his victim.


Lucky as he was, he found him. He was walking on the other side, down south. With a small clap with his hands he became excited, time for some bloodshed. He made a small jump and ran over the street, hands in pockets. The man he was following, a tall man, robust, clean shaved and little hair on his head. Did not look like a scientist. But hey, this was the man on the pictures he had gotten, and this man should die. The problem being that he had to find out where he lived. But that wasn't too hard, he saw in the back pocket of the mans greasy trousers a wallet, and inside the wallet there must be some information about where he lived. He walked fast, catching up with the man who also seemingly aimlessly walked the Whisky road.


Nimensei knew the streets around here, he knew there soon would be a small alley in which he could press the man in to and "rob" him.


20 steps.


10 steps.


5


4


3


2


....


One.


He took a leap, landing to the left of the man, putting his shoulder in his arm and pushing him in to the alley. There should be one or two people in this alley, there always was, but standing with the light behind his back they should not be able to identify Nimensei. He drew one of his short blades, cutting the man across the hand and punching him on the mouth when he started screaming.


His head twitching a little, and a smirk appearing on his face.


"ahh...no, no no. Scream again and i will cut you like the little, hih, pig you are. Give me your wallet. NOW" his knife in a steady grip, close to the mans stomach, eyes wide open and watching the mans arm as he slowly went for the wallet.


"Please, don't kill me, i have a wife, and kids... i don't want to die here" he cried, Nimensei extended his arm and another punch to the face and the man was sent down on the cold street.


"I told you, no screaming, sure..hehe, this was no scream and therefore i just punched you. Now give me your wallet you fat pig" he was now smiling, feeling the vague pain in his knuckles and blood pumping in his veins.


The man hurriedly took out his wallet and handed it to Nimensei, who checked it and found what he was looking for.


He felt a relief, he could kill the man now without having to follow him back to his place. He slowly moved his arm back, as if he was going to put away the weapon. But little did the man in front of him know, the first cut shimmered through the warm night and slashed the stomach up. Blood spurting out at first, the dripping. Nimensei smiled, this, and only this is what he was good at. He stepped forward, close to the man and put one knife in his heart, while drawing his other knife and spinning one turn to the right, slashing his throat up. When he stopped spinning, the man looked at him with a questioning look.


"Oh...hihihi, sorry i thought you screamed, my mistake!" he took his knife and pulled it out with a jack, the man falling down, stomach against the ground and blood pouring out under him lay there for a few final moments and then a sigh, and he was dead.


The adrenaline rushed through his veins, now, he just needed to make his way to the dead guys apartment and he was done. He took out a small cleaning cloth and cleaned his blades. But before cleaning his face off, he licked his lips and tasted the blood of the dead man. He did not know why, but he liked the taste of warm iron tasting blood. A smile appeared once again on his face as he set off down the Whiskey road again, now jogging since he did not want to waste more time on this mission.

 

[Leijonion]

Dylan took a deep breath, then climbed into the car, only daring to release his breath once he's opened the window. He leans against the car door and closes his eyes, relaxing as the wind blows against his face. Sometimes, when he's in a car with the windows rolled down, he likes to imagine that he's running faster than any other creature. Nothing could beat him. Not vampires. Not fairies. Not even his pack leader. A chill runs down his spine and he snaps opens his eyes, wondering why he started thinking about his past. He pulls himself further into the car, away from the wind, and immediately regrets it. Carlos must've had the car seats tailored to have hemp sewn into it, or something. He screws up his nose and decides reliving his past would suit him more than hanging in Carlos's car with the windows up. He leans against the palm of his hand and scratches the side of his face, watching the scenery go by.


He remembers when all of this was strange to him. Whiskey street. Anthanaeum. Even the city was an unwelcome flurry of sights and sounds. He pulled up his legs and looked at Carlos out of the corner of his eye. Once upon a time, this man was a stranger. If he told his past self that he would work under Carlos one day, he would laugh. But now Dylan was in a gang with him, right under him, and asking him for rides. He wonders what the world has in store for his future.


He sighed into the wind when Carlos began speaking to him. The usual. Asking how he was. Trying to start up a conversation. Joking around about the members lower than them.


Dylan was about to shrug, when he stopped himself. If there was anyone he should talk to, it would be his higher-ups. Plus, he was in Carlos's car. He sighed again, this sigh was the deepest of them all. It was only fair.


"Dunno. I don't go near your desk." He puts his feet back down, then scratches at the rubber on the car door nonchalantly, still looking out the window. "It smells too much like your car."

 

[Larry]

"WHAT A GLORIOUS NIGHT!" a mask-obscured man announced into the street, genuflecting to an otherwise absent being for berthing him with the evening that he found himself in. The man had lived here for a long time, longer then some of the fledgeling that walked around here. These gangs were awfully pesky indeed, sending many of their lackeys into the streets to attack innocent people but Rigby knew better then that; nobody was ever innocent. It is one of life's greatest illusions, nobody has even lived an untainted life. But it was indeed funny in the Madman's eyes seeing all the little pups walking around as part of the Shreds, even funnier when they tried to pick on him of all people. The man has stalked these very streets for his entire life until this point, the number of people murdered by him almost insurmountable. He didn't gain the moniker 'The Big Bad Wolf' for nothing now did he? But indeed, Rigby was a strange case among strange cases. Instead of becoming a fully-functionally giant wolf, Maher morphed into a more man-like, hulking behemoth of a werewolf that towered over his other kin. If anything, it only made his time more enjoyable, seeing the fear that seeped into the eyes of his victims moments before the untimely dismembering. One night he remembers in particular when he achieved his full transformation came known to be called The Night of Sprinkling Crimson, a night in which Rigby murdered, massacred, anything word you could use describe the event that resulted in thirty vampires being mauled to pieces, pieces that were devoured by the maniac. Those were the days, the man mentally murmured as he wiped an invisible tear away from his mask, lighting a cigarette as the trudge continued.


"Nothing like a good smoke of William's is there boys?!" he uttered to no one in particular, sticking the stick between the mouth piece of his mask, blowing away a cloud of smoke, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, that's some good stuff right there, anybody want some?! Don't be shy, there's plenty to go around! Lads, I'm not going to be walking at a quick pace, so feel free to tap me on the shoulder if you want a smoke. HOWEVER, be weary what shoulder!"


Rigby Maher didn't like it when people acted so sad, so depressed; it was a weird sight in many regards to him. Growing up, all he would ever see on his parents would be a frown or a hand stuck firmly to their faces. Seeing as they were homeless, only able to live off the crumbs of the denizens, there was good reason to be so sad, but the Madman wouldn't have that. So, his consistently smiling demeanour was born, one that put on shows for his parents amusement, one's that he would hope to plaster a smile or incite a laugh out of them. The majority of the time, it was a success to his great joy. But those days have long since passed, his parents passing away due to being murdered by a group of vampires that he hopes to finds one day. But they weren't his priority, the priority was keeping the memory of his parents alive and healthy inside what remains of his vile, twisted heart. But when those 'pires are found, there heads will be arriving on the steps of their bearers door. Now that would be a good one. Why in the world you would kill a pair of homeless, child-rearing people is beyond the diminutive mind of the werewolf but they were more or less desperate. To kill somebody because they were upset over the fact that women liked Rigby more then them? That Rigby could swoon more women in a minute then they could seduce in a year. Who knows, but women weren't something Maher came across a lot. But when they did, they would just always say the same thing: 'You're too satisfying'. That did a lot for his naughty skills.


"Lads, lads ever hear the tune 'Mr. Wolf'? Let me recite it to you, you can pay me for my dues afterwards...

Bigby Rigby, Madman Maher.


Please don't come and take our bladder,


Mind the plains, for there he howls,


The Big Bad Wolf is on the prowl!
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Great little tune now isn't it?! Heard it there a few days ago!"

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[Purpl]

Jogging down the street with a smile on his face, his boredom finally put to an end, this night at least. He still had some blood splatter on his clothes, but since it was dark there was not a single person that should be able to see it, smell it? Yes, perhaps someone would be able. Especially the outer world creatures, he didn't fancy them. He did not fancy them at all, they were, better than him, at some parts of his job. And he envied them at the same time as he pitied them. But he lived with them, he did not despise them or wanted to kill them all, as an assassin he killed those whom his contract told him to kill, and of course he killed for his own joy sometimes. It was plain, curiosity about their senses and abilities.


In the street there was someone who made a lot of noise, more than someone should be doing in this town. Nimensei was never good at judging characters, he looked down on most of people but was always on his edge. He did not underestimate people, but at the same time he looked down on them. This guy, standing and talking loudly in the middle of everything wore a mask. Now this was not something very uncommon, but there was something about the smile, or the masks smile, Nimensei could not determine which one of it it was. But, the man in the mask said one thing that caught his ears.


"Nothing like a good smoke of William's is there boys?!"


"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, that's some good stuff right there, anybody want some?! Don't be shy, there's plenty to go around! Lads, I'm not going to be walking at a quick pace, so feel free to tap me on the shoulder if you want a smoke. HOWEVER, be weary what shoulder!"


Nimensei slowed down his pace to walking, and walked up to the man, still smirking with complete joy from his last kill. Stopping next to the masked man. Feeling a cool chill on his spine when facing him, looking him in to what he believed was the eyes.


"Yes, yes a smoke would be perfect! A smoke is always good, almost as good as the taste of, hahah you perhaps know it yourself, the taste of warm blood,haha yes. Give me one of those if you may, it works perfect with the taste in my mouth right now" He stretched his hand out, the masked man gave him a cigarette and he put it in his mouth.


"Lght pleese" was what Nimensei could muster to get out while the cig was in his mouth. The strange man in the mask lit his cigarette and Nimensei started walking again, puffing one or two times on the cigarette, he turned around to the stranger again.


"Thanks, i owe you, but heheh, you really should try this taste...with a back taste of iron this smoke is great, heh thank you masked stranger."


He started walking, letting the smoke fill his lungs. Yes, indeed, the taste of blood with this smoke made Nimensei almost aroused. He rarely enjoyed smoking, but this was one of the times that he really liked doing it. Feeling this kind of joy he kept on going down the street. Soon he was at his victims appartament, West LongThorn, which was in one of the finer neighborhoods of the time. But, as expected from someone who did experiments on people, making money trying to get...get, yes, cross-species mutations. But now that was all over, his contractor was afraid this would succeed so he now had put an end to it. He just needed to find his way in and erase all traces of the work Mr. Mutton had done, closing in on the house his cig was finished, he tossed it down the sewers and advanced his pace again to a jogging speed.

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory entered his favorite bar. Then again…bar would be a rather gross overestimate of the state this establishment was in. The only thing the Shoggoth Surprise had to its name was cheap booze, half decent whisky, and a brothel on the upstairs level. The only thing Gregory was personally interested in was the second item on that list. He slipped through the door, the stale smell of cigarette smoke, desperation and cheap beer assailed his nose. The strength of the stench was enough to make the un-familiar or “uninitiated” wrench their guts out even before they started drinking. He took his usual spot at the bar, and tapped on the cracked wooden bar top. A thin balding man appeared before him, the bartender and owner, Hector. No one knew his last name. Everyone just said he was as pale as the bones of the reaper, and apparently if you crossed him, had the same effect on people. “If it isn’t Blitz… whisky on the rocks as usual?” Gregory nodded, “Hector, when do I change my order?” “Never. I can always count on you showing up at this time. I already poured it.”


Gregory looked at glass, thoughts swirled around in it like the ice. So many gangs to think of, to ponder their actions.


The bloods hadn’t moved territory in a while. That was concerning. The bloods always were in motion, when they stopped they were like a crouching tiger, ready to pounce, and then tear the throat out of the unfortunate victim.


The Poisons… they didn’t move out in the light, always cloak and dagger, He didn’t so much have to worry about them, at least he hoped, he didn’t think he’d pissed anyone of with real connections, a bunch of petty thugs yes. A underworld boss that could pay for such a hit…Hell no.


The Anthanaeum, No never had to worry about them, He didn’t mess with their collection of information. and they had no major interest in 64th street. Besides, with a library and a school, both frequented by what children lived in the area, He didn’t think their leader would do anything. Miach was magnificent Bastard… but he was decent to the civilians. So for worrying…they weren’t on the list.


The shreds…Christ in Heaven the shreds. The proverbial wolf at the gate. He’d not run into any trouble with Lycans, but if he did he figured the shreds would move in at some point. What was really concerning was that Shred territory while not close to 64th street, was still near enough that if the bloods expanded their territory in just the right way, things would get bad.


The alchemists and skins, were more directed. He only needed to worry about one if someone really wanted the area taken over…the other if he became a vampire. He could cross those of the list for right now.


He shook his head clear of the swirling thoughts, worrying would not change the situation. He currently was upholding the status quo, and it hadn’t been disrupted. Right now, all he needed to do was enjoy some whisky, and keep his ears open for the drunkards’ plans, schemes, and conspiracies.

 

[BrownBear]

"Care too much but it doesn't mean a thing, I don't give a fuck just to cope with the pain, I'd take a bullet for you, I'd jump in front of train, But when it comes to me, I wonder would you do the same?"


Demon had the windows down so Flynn wouldnt die.... who was so sensitive to the smell of his medicine, as he liked to call it. It was one of the only things he could steal kind of function on while keeping his sanity in this fucked city. There were so many problem in the world- Why?! Why the fuck did this shit happen to the world!? No one could tell you why all of a sudden these governments fell, and these gangs took over. Shady, dirty thugs the lot of them. Demon was speeding down the road, swerving past other vehicles, only slowing down to read the text. It was Tommy.


"Your guy, Mancini has come out of hiding. You know... the guy that owes the money from that overseas mission? Youre coming at the last place he was last seen fast. In the center of Whiskey and Planter is the Statue. One of the places youll see is a bar called Shoggoth Surprise. Old, bald man named Hector will be bartending. Youre going get some information out of him. Mancini needs to pay up or die. Get to it. Be careful though, we've got about 3 hotties in the area. Madman Maher, Assassin Nimensei, and Blitz the Spellcaster" Tommy knew Demon was listening to music loudly so texted him instead. Tommy was one of those super intelligent, weird, stoic types. And Demon loved it. The kid was the most talented techie in the city of not the world. They were about the same age, but he had been in the gang ever since he started out as enforcer. He then did spying/assassination until he began getting better at hacking. Kids done it all, but information from a monitor was his true talent. He and his team were Athenas eagle eye. Special ops forces didnt have such a nice system going on for them. Tommy and his team saw everything that happened tonight. He knows that Blitz, a single man with claim over a whole block, went in there often and was enjoying a drink. The two madman were smoking in front of the place. How fucking convenient. Tommys team also watched Fayde on the roofs, the Skin Tai killing a few vampires with his fists, Claudia killing a spellcaster who was giving Athena problems in that area, and a new member Tiskana following her.


It seemed they were all converging to center of the city. The Statue. A big statue of a man with a blank face holding a saber up in the victoriously whilst galloping on top of a horse. Demon parked the car around the big circle, raised the window and turned off the car. He looked to his go to guy, Flynn with an annoyed look on his face. "So that motherfucking Italian Mafia Boss... sent us on a mission to gather information on a Russian Mafia rival a couple months back. After we gave him the info he went into hiding and never paid us. We think he left the country for a while, and tommys telling me to track him down since he came back today. He probably just forgot to pay up, so if we're lucky, we wont have to get to violent with the bartender. This is Mancinis business, so we got to get him out like this sadly.... we've got a couple Hotties in the area, so lets do this quick before the whole city converges on the Statue.... lets go."

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira makes her way down the sidewalk, her golden eyes scanning the street as she continued her way down it. You couldn't let yourself become inattentive in a city such as this. The clicking of her leather knee-high, high-heeled boots could be heard along the pavement as she walked. She stood at about 6 foot with heels on, tall and lanky with a few dangerous curves that were shown off by the black dress she was wearing which only reached about mid-thigh. She pauses in front of a bar looking up at it's name, The Shoggoth Surprise. She flicks the cigarette she had been puffing on out of her fingers and once it hit the ground she twists her foot overtop of it to put it out.


She was no stranger to the bar but it was always an assailant on the senses, especially for a lycan. Though at least she built up what could be called an acquired taste for the place. Bars like these usually tended to hold unsavory types, who occasionally held important information, which was what she was after tonight. She glances around the room briefly before making her way to the end of the bar to take a seat; crossing her legs delicately. Sitting at the end of the bar kept her back safe and her excellent hearing let her zone in to various conversations around the bar so it didn't much matter where she sits if she wanted to eavesdrop. She turns her attention briefly to the barkeep "Vodka, neat and none of that cheap stuff either" Her accent was a mixture of Persian and Russian but not too thick where she was hard to understand. Her taste for vodka was an effect of living in Russia for a few years and was something she couldn't seem to shake. Though she wasn't fond of those years, vodka helped her find solace in a dark time. She takes a slow sip of the drink once it was served to her. Dressing as she did let her get information a bit more easily than if she dressed like a prude. If you wanted information seduction and alcohol seemed to be the perfect mix for bars like this. Usually it was some low ranking member that provided her with information she already knew about but once in a blue moon she got information from a higher ranking member or at least someone who had a decent skill of eavesdropping and was able to gain something of importance. Though it may seem she was at the bar for a simple vodka, but she was actually busy at work. But disappointingly, it looked like she was in for a very slow night.


She turns her gaze away from her drink, letting her long painted nails strum along the bar impatiently as she kept an eye out for her next target or for who may be targeting her. And on slow nights she liked to make a game of guessing people's occupations, species, and history at a bar. Dive bars like this one either attracted one type or seemed to hold a variety of people. She let her tongue run along her teeth as she debated what her technique tonight would consist of.

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


Every move that Ambre made exerted so much confidence and poise that even famous models would be jealous of her precision and grace. She was an exquisite vampire...a bit predictable at times but a she did manage to alleviate some of his boredom and make things less...tiresome. However she did hold herself in high regard...a little much. So much so that Everett wouldn't be surprised if she tried to nab his throne from right under him. That's why he was always careful with her, he wouldn't reveal too much and he would cover his tracks. He did that anyways but he was extra careful around her. Not that he underestimated his abilities he was centuries old after all.


"Flattery won't get you anywhere my dear Ambre, I am not so easily swayed," Everett warned, his voice light but the tone behind it harsh. He was basically telling her that he wouldn't fall for her charm and that she should tread carefully. "But thank you anyways."


Everett then chuckled at her response, seems she managed to have quite the fight. Examining his nails that were painted black Everett pushed some of his long black hair out of his line of sight with a flawless stroke of his hand.


"Oh you know, I manage to pick things up from my years as a Vampire, so much so that my intuition is almost never wrong," Everett replied. "However seeing as Abaddon is taking his time, I'll have a little talk to him about that later, I guess I’ll explain what I need you to do. Basically I need you to go the Anthanaeum gang, I have a small bottle of wine that I want you to give to the leader and after you give him the bottle of wine I want you to ask him if he and I can have a little talk. If he says yes then set up a date and time, I don't care when it is but it has to be around this week, today, tomorrow, the day after that, doesn't matter as long as it's this week. And remember to keep your guard up and use that always reliable charm of yours. Oh and if you come across the second in command give him my regards."


Getting up from the couch Everett went to his wine cabinet and pulled out some DRC wine, a famous type of wine that cost a pretty penny. Handing it to Ambre he took a seat again and had a sip of his wine.


@Pasha

 

[whateverwater]

The city of R'lyeh resembled that of towering man-made mountains dotted with thousands upon thousands of lights. Ikaron let his back be supported by the small oak tree behind him as he gazed in wonder at the many metal objects operated by humans passing him by. "A new world." he sighed in amazement.


A tattered and dirtied cloak with a hood was all that was given to Ikaron by his gaurdian. The cloak kept his body warm from the slight chill that the night wind gave as it twisted through the streets of the city. The amount of people that were out at night seemed strange to him. Ikaron thought to himself 'Should they not be in bed?' while he held his pace on a city pathway designated as 'Whiskey st.' The stares of most residents reminded him of starving wolves waiting for a chance to kill. The other stares were glazed over as if they were confused by his appearance.


Ikaron was too preoccupied with the architecture and technology that filled the city to worry about such trivial things like murderers. Grasping a trashcan lid, he uncovered the foul smelling garbage within. A small flip phone started to vibrate and blare a strange tone. Suprised by the strange object, Ikaron almost crushed the trashcan with his telekinesis, but stopped when a high pitched sound signaled the end of the song and vibration. Taking the object out of the bent and gnarled metal cylinder, he left the alley and continued his walk on 'Whiskey st.'


After fiddling with the object while he walked, Ikaron saw how little he knew about the inventions of the present. A familar smell wafted into his distraught nose and made his body relax. "Alcohol" he smiled to himself. Following the scent he found a building called 'The Shoggoth Suprise open'. The smell reminded him of the days he drank with Nirlem. A bright smile showed on his hood covered face as he approached a man providing drinks. "Do you have tavos?" Ikaron asked the man after he served vodka to a woman. The man glared at him and replied with an agitated tone "We don't have 'tavos' here or anywhere. Leave before you get hurt, kid." After a second of thought, Ikaron asked with a defeated inflection "I will have a whiskey than."

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory was half way through his whisky when someone new walked in, she didn’t lurch her guts up…so she must have at least been here before. He didn’t really think much of it at first, just another person, maybe someone else to spill their guts if they got alcohol in them. The accent was off, Iranian? Russian? Azerbaijani? Kazak? Anything between Russia and Iran was fair game. There were plenty of open seats, though a quick scan she picked the back, again normal, though another glance saw her eyes scanning the room.


Taking a swig of whisky to keep up appearances he couldn’t help but feel off about her. The usual sort looked desperate, bums, business men down on their luck, her? Too well dressed, she wasn’t asking for the cheap booze…she was being brought the good vodka. Taking another drink from his glass of whisky, he raised an eye brow Tonight may come to something after all. Until now the night had been a slow one. No information had some his way, the only other occupants were either sobbing out stories that made you depressed just hearing, or things you could tell were just boasts or outright lies. Hell, one occupant was claiming to be the mayor of three towns.


The new girl, was different from the other clientele. The problem was that she wasn’t talking to anyone to spill any secrets. Vodka hit hard, but she seemed in no rush to drink it. At thought gears clicked, years of hanging in the bar started going past him. Wait, then again…so did whisky. He wasn’t talking with anyone, he wasn’t pouring sorrows into booze…he was taking his time, his main mission was eavesdropping. Eyes scanning the bar, the same thing she was doing.


Business as usual…but now with different clientele.





The trend of newcomers continued, some newcomer came in, asking for Tavos. Though his face didn't show it, he was confused. The hell is a Tavos?





Yeah this night was going to be an interesting one.

 

[cojemo]

Claudia rounded a corner and continued walking down the path she had set, gently swinging the prize she held firmly in her hands. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't go any farther than making out with the man before decapitating him, but she'd brought other people to observe how to do an assassination, and it seemed smart to just get it things over with and hurry back to her office. Besides, it wasn't like this was the last chance she'd have. She could get almost anything she wanted if she wore the right clothes and put on the right smile. Still, the man looked like he'd be able to last a while and give her a good time, so it was a pity to have to kill him before having some fun.


Her mind shifted over to her business, contemplating what she should do. It wasn't like there were a lack of contracts, and even if there were she could just arrange a meeting with one of the larger gangs and inquire about possible contracts. That is, if they didn't contact her first. She knew all of the top three members of every gang, as they were the only ones she'd talk to. Anyone else who found out about her leading position in the Poisons had a habit of showing up dead. Claudia would always try to charm and seduce all of them, and while she had success with some of them, others were a little more stubborn. Either way, things would be much easier the more of the top members of the big gangs she could charm, and would pave the way to success later on.


There were also two unaffiliated individuals that, while the amount offered for their death wasn't substantial enough to warrant the effort, she had long term plans for. First was the man named 'Blitz' who'd taken a small chunk of territory and protected it from common thugs. No one important enough wanted the man dead, so the bounty on his head wasn't impressive, though with the proper manipulation and push Claudia felt she could get the spell caster to cause a ruckus, shake things up, and raise the price on his head as well as make her services of assassination much more sought after. Then there was Fayde, a beast that had been on the down low and caused very few problems for anyone, and hadn't even warranted a hit on her. Still, the same thing that applied to Blitz applied to her, and it wouldn't be impossible to shake things up a bit.


It wasn't easy to think with the faint smell, horrid smell of a Lycanthrope tailing behind her though. Claudia had developed a strong sense of smell through her line of business, and though she could deal with the stench of werewolf, it still wasn't pleasant. Glancing over her shoulder while still keeping up her pace, Claudia spotted the girl following her, giving her a seductive grin and beckoning her with her finger while turning the corner and propping herself on top of a dumpster, one leg draped over the other and hand resting on her chin. If the werewolf decided to follow her, her first order of business would be figuring out why she was being followed, and then maybe try to have some fun after all. If the girl turned out to be hostile, Claudia wasn't too worried, as she could easily escape even without the help of the four or five vampires watching from the rooftops. Of course, Claudia herself just wanted to talk, and watched the corner patiently with a smile on her face.