Cosmos
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧crying over fictional lesbians (╥︣﹏᷅╥)
?? Can you first said in more detail?? And as for second that's completely fine.
Sorry, I wrote it in a rush~ "^w^
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Fantasy Vanguards CS
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Sorry, I wrote it in a rush~ "^w^
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Theme
Acceptado bih
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
accepted
Alois Jäger
code by pasta
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Gonna have to say no on the shapeshifting weapon. Sorry. Please choose something else.
Mason Q. Patch | 18 | Male
Appearance Description: Unkept, his hair grows quickly and curly. However, Mason does his best to maintain his dark hair as a short undercut. His tired-looking eyes are dark as well, with hints of green creating a hazel color. His face is narrow and squared, complimenting a narrow and lean physique. He has a piercing in his ear and prefers to wear dark colors. If he dresses to be warm or cool, he'll prefer to be warm.
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel brown
Skin Color: Light olive
Height: 5'10" / 178cm
Weight: 140 lbs
Daily Attire: Any variety of dark, comfortable clothes, similar to this.
Magic Abilities:
• Blink: the mage uses a set amount of magic to teleport a certain distance nigh instantaneously. The longer the distance, the higher the cost.Technological Equipment:
• A high tech spear that can shift into a sniper rifle in a span of 4 seconds. It is rather bulky and heavy for Mason, so he rarely uses it as a spear. He has to custom make his own ammo for it, as well, though he may make it to standard in the future. The weapon does not have a name yet.Strengths:
• 20/10 vision: this is better than normal and makes him an excellent and observant sniper.Weaknesses:
• He's above average in gun handling, but has some more to learn.
• Intelligent: in the mechanical sense. He made his own weapon, for example, and can fix machinery if he's given some time with it.
• His weapon takes a relatively long time to change: 4 seconds is a lot of time in combat
• Being a bit of a nerd, Mason has never been physically stronger or faster than his peers
• Although able to use magic, it is very difficult for him and he often feels discouraged from using it.
• Book smart Mason is, street smart he is not. He can be gullible and clueless at times.
Personality: Unlike the typical loser nerd, Mason is as engaged and extroverted as he is intelligent. He likes being around others and learning about them and their lives. He has a literal sense of humor, and it's easy for some jokes to go over his head making for a bad sense of humor. Regardless, he is friendly and seems to recover quickly when he slips up in social situations. Going along with that, he doesn't like confrontation and backs down when intimidated; but he won't refrain from mumbling snarky, passive-aggressive complaints.
Likes: Scarves & winter fashion, smoking, designing new weapons, most people, the color blackGoals: Mason has multiple goals. He'd like to grow physically stronger and perfect his own weapon further by improving its transformation time and weight. He'd like to create weapons that can enhance and interact with magic. He'd like to improve his handle on magic. Overall, he'd like to contribute to the defense of earth against the Rot.
Dislikes: His magical incompetence, being alone, bright and annoying colors, cold weather
Fears: Mason fears failing at the Academy. He fears being disliked or alone. He fears making the wrong decisions in life and death matters. He fears vampires, as well, especially since he'll have to work with them. He feels pressure of living up to his brother's name for his parents and Reiner, but this manifests as more of as an anxiety than a fear.
History: Mason was an accident to his parents, born well over ten years after his older brother, Ray. Regardless, he was loved and cherished as the baby of the family as he grew up, making him relatively sheltered and spoiled compared to his brother. Even as a small child, he had a knack for putting things together: building blocks, Legos, log cabins, etc. He liked to build and create new things. His father owns an autoshop, which is where he spent a lot of his childhood, learning about cars and how they work.
When he was still a child, his brother was recruited to fight against the Rot. When his brother died doing so, however, the family was devastated. Mason's parents grew even more protective over him. He fought against the grief in his own way, however, and dove into his studies as he grew. His grades, projects, and volunteer work throughout middle school and high school would earn him multiple awards and scholarships. His intelligence and book smarts was attention grabbing, to say the least, and through it he realized he wanted to wanted to help make the world a better place.
What he understood to be because of his achievements, he was approached by a vampire named Reiner toward the end of his high school career. He learned from him that Ray had been his partner when he was killed in action. He hadn't been approached because of his success, but rather because of something much more personal: after losing his brother, Reiner had wanted a new partner in Mason. Surprised and shocked by the news--especially from a vampire--Mason took some time warming up to the idea. Eventually, though, he decided that if he could be grow to be what his brother had wanted to be--a defender against the Rot--he could make the world a better place. Surprising his parents, he left for the academy straight out of high school.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
You need to change the thing with the leather boots. That is not physically possible. Also, the mask is a no go. And no, "magic" is not a valid excuse.Faust Senade
Name: Faust Senade
Nickname: Faust
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Personality needs to be more than 3 sentences.
The goal doesnt really make sense. He already lost his memory.
Scarlet Iver
One Time Luck
W.I.P
General Info
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Marital Status:
Single
Vampire Type:
Thin Blood
Appearance Description
Hair Colour:
Black
Eye Colour:
Blue
Skin Colour:
Pale
Height:
5'9"
Weight:
55kg
Daily Attire:
idk yet.
Skills/Abilities
Traits (max. 3)
Weapon(s)
Strengths
Weaknesses (same # as strengths)
Personal Information
Personality
Likes
Dislikes
Goal(s)
Fear(s)
History
General Info
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Marital Status:
Single
Vampire Type:
Thin Blood
Appearance Description
Hair Colour:
Black
Eye Colour:
Blue
Skin Colour:
Pale
Height:
5'9"
Weight:
55kg
Daily Attire:
idk yet.
Skills/Abilities
Traits (max. 3)
Weapon(s)
Strengths
Weaknesses (same # as strengths)
Personal Information
Personality
Likes
Dislikes
Goal(s)
Fear(s)
History
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
I already told you what to fix. Go ahead
Cosmos
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧crying over fictional lesbians (╥︣﹏᷅╥)
XD Okay, I kinda see now at closer inspection, I'll review it properly and fix it up once I get home. :3
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Age cant be 24
Also, that history needs to be changed. It is the start of the 22nd century. Aint no children bullying each other because of gender. Comeon now
Midnight2902
YoU Don'T KnOW Me!! ~ Beerbra Drunckleman
Don't worry about it, I can't do this... Count me out ^^'
Compass
Sharp as a Spoon
Fixed.
Aukanai
You are lost
( w i p - personal and history to be completed )
Lawrence Koul
code by aukanai - not for use.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Much better. Accepted. Ill inform you of your capabilities soon
Luckz
Black is a warming colour~
VAMPIRE(TAKEN
Aukanai
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General Info
Name: Gerard Slepnine
Nickname: King Of Hearts.
Age:17
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Vampire Type: Pureblood.
Appearance Description
Hair Colour: Brown and well maintained.
Eye Colour: Piercing Blue Eyes.
Skin Colour: White - Tan.
Height: 5 ft 9.
Weight: 14 st.
Daily Attire: Suits or anything smart in general.
Skills/Abilities
Traits (max. 3): Heightened Strength. Increased senses. Even quicker reaction time than most.
Weapon(s): Revolver and a bowie knife, nothing fancy but easy to 'conceal'.
Strengths: Street Smarts-Despite his mummy's little boy he's very smart in the way of life and knows ins and outs of how people act, he works well in tense situations./Sadistic-he does care very little about things especially lives, if he needed to get a job done he'll do it, no problem, it's done, whilst this is great it can cause problems at times/
Weaknesses: Women-he's a sucker for most women he has a broad taste (no pun intended) and enjoys having one by his side, in battle or as a lover or fling/Bored Easily-his attention span is equivalent to Dory, he's gotta be doing something, especially something interesting./Money-he loves a good slip of notes, even though he doesn't really need it but enjoys work and spending money on sweet ass attire.
Personal Information
Personality:
Gerard is a man who enjoys life and both taking it, he is very sadistic and can't help but preen his feathers and put them on show 24/7. He loves women in general and enjoys his many meals and times with them all, he takes great pleasure in it. Gerard is very loving towards his little sister and his mother but does cower before her, despite his rough hone life, the pureblood has great etiquette paired with knowledge of history and ability to cope in tense situations. He's independent in general and loves putting himself at the brunt of the touches of others. He's also quite possessive once something is his and physically shows this in public. He's not shy and is a little full of himself and boasting with confidence.
Likes: Entertainment, especially ballet, keeping up his appearance, watching the sunrise set, hot chocolate.
Dislikes: Women who resist him, waiting for payment, getting dirty bit he doesn't mind it on jobs or occasions.- To an extent.
Goal(s): Impress Mummy.
Fear(s): Mummy dearest. End. Of. Discussion.
History: Gerard is the eldest of the Slepnine line of Purebloods, his father Riften was a gifted entrepreneur a business man with suave, intelligence and dedication to his business, that built housing for humans and funded welfare charities across the globe. Gerard as a child took little interest in that and his father was more often than not, away from home working with humans on defences and catering. As such Gerard was left in care of his mother, a feisty woman, violent and rich, so very rich. It made him laugh as a kid, he wondered if that was the reason they stayed together? When Gerard was 13 his mother taught him things, things men should do but he knew now that was why women were so very much stronger. His mother versed him in simple hand to hand as a younger child, teaching him History and associating him with a human family. One that was entwined with his History, both rich and friendly. But as Gerard as he grew and so did his abilities, training got harder and his mother's brows harsher; he often was faced pain and bruising as a mid teen and stuck in a never ending circle of confusion. However Gerard lived for the moments he could go out into the world and do something different with his life, he watched ballets and fell in love with the little things in life. He spoke to Maya more and the two were closer, like friends, squabbling over who looked better in pictures but sooner or later his mother enrolled him here, The Vanguards and he was placed with Maya.
Aukanai
)General Info
Name: Gerard Slepnine
Nickname: King Of Hearts.
Age:17
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Vampire Type: Pureblood.
Appearance Description
Hair Colour: Brown and well maintained.
Eye Colour: Piercing Blue Eyes.
Skin Colour: White - Tan.
Height: 5 ft 9.
Weight: 14 st.
Daily Attire: Suits or anything smart in general.
Skills/Abilities
Traits (max. 3): Heightened Strength. Increased senses. Even quicker reaction time than most.
Weapon(s): Revolver and a bowie knife, nothing fancy but easy to 'conceal'.
Strengths: Street Smarts-Despite his mummy's little boy he's very smart in the way of life and knows ins and outs of how people act, he works well in tense situations./Sadistic-he does care very little about things especially lives, if he needed to get a job done he'll do it, no problem, it's done, whilst this is great it can cause problems at times/
Weaknesses: Women-he's a sucker for most women he has a broad taste (no pun intended) and enjoys having one by his side, in battle or as a lover or fling/Bored Easily-his attention span is equivalent to Dory, he's gotta be doing something, especially something interesting./Money-he loves a good slip of notes, even though he doesn't really need it but enjoys work and spending money on sweet ass attire.
Personal Information
Personality:
Gerard is a man who enjoys life and both taking it, he is very sadistic and can't help but preen his feathers and put them on show 24/7. He loves women in general and enjoys his many meals and times with them all, he takes great pleasure in it. Gerard is very loving towards his little sister and his mother but does cower before her, despite his rough hone life, the pureblood has great etiquette paired with knowledge of history and ability to cope in tense situations. He's independent in general and loves putting himself at the brunt of the touches of others. He's also quite possessive once something is his and physically shows this in public. He's not shy and is a little full of himself and boasting with confidence.
Likes: Entertainment, especially ballet, keeping up his appearance, watching the sunrise set, hot chocolate.
Dislikes: Women who resist him, waiting for payment, getting dirty bit he doesn't mind it on jobs or occasions.- To an extent.
Goal(s): Impress Mummy.
Fear(s): Mummy dearest. End. Of. Discussion.
History: Gerard is the eldest of the Slepnine line of Purebloods, his father Riften was a gifted entrepreneur a business man with suave, intelligence and dedication to his business, that built housing for humans and funded welfare charities across the globe. Gerard as a child took little interest in that and his father was more often than not, away from home working with humans on defences and catering. As such Gerard was left in care of his mother, a feisty woman, violent and rich, so very rich. It made him laugh as a kid, he wondered if that was the reason they stayed together? When Gerard was 13 his mother taught him things, things men should do but he knew now that was why women were so very much stronger. His mother versed him in simple hand to hand as a younger child, teaching him History and associating him with a human family. One that was entwined with his History, both rich and friendly. But as Gerard as he grew and so did his abilities, training got harder and his mother's brows harsher; he often was faced pain and bruising as a mid teen and stuck in a never ending circle of confusion. However Gerard lived for the moments he could go out into the world and do something different with his life, he watched ballets and fell in love with the little things in life. He spoke to Maya more and the two were closer, like friends, squabbling over who looked better in pictures but sooner or later his mother enrolled him here, The Vanguards and he was placed with Maya.
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HUMAN (OPEN)
General Info
Name: Candice Roseden
Nickname: Candy. Rose. Lion
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Single
Appearance Description
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Skin Colour: White - Pale - Tan
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 9 st 3
Daily Attire: Form fitting but not confining and easy to move in, she doesn't mind dressing up either.
Skills/Abilities
Magic Abilities :
Metamagic- Disarming.
Psi- Aerokinesis
Technological Equipment:
-Crossbow with variety of rounds - smoke, electricity, poison, incendiary, all useful at any given moment. She crafts the bolts herself and is very hands on.
- Large rifle, capable of short - mid - long engagements when she needs to be more offensive.
Strengths: Silk Dancer- she is a high level silk dancer, giving her flexibility, strength and endurance.
Family - Her family is Militaristic and such she has attended clubs known as Cadets and trained alongside her elder brother with rifles as well as crossbows which she took a great liking to. (Real thing by the way and entirely possible, PM if you want more information)/
Gym Lad-she needs a peek physique at all times and is pressured to keep this up by family, making her endurable and steady with stamina and mobility. A good all-rounder
Weaknesses: What?- She's not too academically smart yet possesses an unrivalled strategic and militaristic based mind set.
Teammates - Candy will do anything for her teammates in a heart beat and will die defending them.
Stubborn - when she has made a point she will not move from it which often leads to problems on the field and social life.
Calm it- She is very paranoid when in social surroundings and has doesn't trust vampires too well. For now.
Personal Information
Personality: Candice is a very sturdy individual with a high sense of loyalty and integrity and values teamwork and honesty. She's confident and brave and sometimes seen as a guardian or as a mother friend. Candy is also a good listener and always there for others but hesitates in showing her emotions to her teammates in fear of lowering morale. She is very chill in social areas yet carries herself well and undeterred from most things, often appearing intimidating, you could say she grew up too fast.
Likes: Silk dancing, crafting her arrows, social interaction, hand to hand.
Dislikes: Paper work, school,
Goal(s): Continue the family name and ensure her family is safe and guarded.
Fear(s): Her entire team being obliterated before her eyes as she sits there helpless. The Rot and the creatures it brings immensely.
History: Candice was born into a large family in England, they were primarily military, having served in the Navy, RAF, Army in general and areas equating to that in life. Candice was the second eldest to her brother Mikealus, giving her more freedom to do as she pleased. Her family were aristocratic and such her title was given, to Guard the family and see her brother do well. Candy as a young child had a great passion for the arts, often finding herself with crayons and colouring away from hours on end to sketching detailed images in school, the girl developed a fascination for silk dancing and admired the dedication it took. At the age of 11 she joined a club and has been performing, practising and competing in Silk Dancing for years. Candice has recently moved to America in hopes of ensuring she is academically secure and to understand The Rot and the causes and problems. It is also a wish from her Mother to learn more about the vampires despite her uneasiness. Candy hopes to do well and get through it all with a brave heart, no matter how it all scares her to jigsaw pieces she's mentally holding it together for the good of her family and team. She has then moved back to Germany to attend the Academy.
General Info
Name: Candice Roseden
Nickname: Candy. Rose. Lion
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Single
Appearance Description
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Skin Colour: White - Pale - Tan
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 9 st 3
Daily Attire: Form fitting but not confining and easy to move in, she doesn't mind dressing up either.
Skills/Abilities
Magic Abilities :
Metamagic- Disarming.
Psi- Aerokinesis
Technological Equipment:
-Crossbow with variety of rounds - smoke, electricity, poison, incendiary, all useful at any given moment. She crafts the bolts herself and is very hands on.
- Large rifle, capable of short - mid - long engagements when she needs to be more offensive.
Strengths: Silk Dancer- she is a high level silk dancer, giving her flexibility, strength and endurance.
Family - Her family is Militaristic and such she has attended clubs known as Cadets and trained alongside her elder brother with rifles as well as crossbows which she took a great liking to. (Real thing by the way and entirely possible, PM if you want more information)/
Gym Lad-she needs a peek physique at all times and is pressured to keep this up by family, making her endurable and steady with stamina and mobility. A good all-rounder
Weaknesses: What?- She's not too academically smart yet possesses an unrivalled strategic and militaristic based mind set.
Teammates - Candy will do anything for her teammates in a heart beat and will die defending them.
Stubborn - when she has made a point she will not move from it which often leads to problems on the field and social life.
Calm it- She is very paranoid when in social surroundings and has doesn't trust vampires too well. For now.
Personal Information
Personality: Candice is a very sturdy individual with a high sense of loyalty and integrity and values teamwork and honesty. She's confident and brave and sometimes seen as a guardian or as a mother friend. Candy is also a good listener and always there for others but hesitates in showing her emotions to her teammates in fear of lowering morale. She is very chill in social areas yet carries herself well and undeterred from most things, often appearing intimidating, you could say she grew up too fast.
Likes: Silk dancing, crafting her arrows, social interaction, hand to hand.
Dislikes: Paper work, school,
Goal(s): Continue the family name and ensure her family is safe and guarded.
Fear(s): Her entire team being obliterated before her eyes as she sits there helpless. The Rot and the creatures it brings immensely.
History: Candice was born into a large family in England, they were primarily military, having served in the Navy, RAF, Army in general and areas equating to that in life. Candice was the second eldest to her brother Mikealus, giving her more freedom to do as she pleased. Her family were aristocratic and such her title was given, to Guard the family and see her brother do well. Candy as a young child had a great passion for the arts, often finding herself with crayons and colouring away from hours on end to sketching detailed images in school, the girl developed a fascination for silk dancing and admired the dedication it took. At the age of 11 she joined a club and has been performing, practising and competing in Silk Dancing for years. Candice has recently moved to America in hopes of ensuring she is academically secure and to understand The Rot and the causes and problems. It is also a wish from her Mother to learn more about the vampires despite her uneasiness. Candy hopes to do well and get through it all with a brave heart, no matter how it all scares her to jigsaw pieces she's mentally holding it together for the good of her family and team. She has then moved back to Germany to attend the Academy.
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shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Much better. My human is a pure pyromancer as well so they will probably be friends
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
So you never pmd me about making an older character so its a no on the vamp and a no on the human because cybernetic limbs arent a thing in this world
May be more but ill wait till you edit this before continuing
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Ill tell you how fast your character is running around according to the CS.General Info (Work in Progress)
Name: Kamiya Akihiro
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Race: Thinblood Vampire
Appearance Description
Above - Akihiro in combat attire.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Pale
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 156 lbs
Daily Attire: Shuu's daily attire consists of a black windbreaker, red shirt, and khaki pants for most occasions. For much more casual events, Shuu downgrades to graphic tees usually plastered with art from currently running anime and shorts.
Skills/Abilities
Traits
- Heightened Speed: Akihiro can move faster than a normal vampire, flying around at speeds close to 150 mph when at full capacity. With more blood consumption, he can move faster at speeds over 180 mph.Weapon(s)
- Heightened Information Processing: Akihiro's mind is trained to process information taken in with his senses at lightning fast speeds, making the world around him appear to move slower than the average person. With more concentration and a larger blood intake, Akihiro can focus harder and perceive the world at slower times relative to everything around him.
- Decreased Strength and Durability: Due to his nature and training, Akihiros lacks in the departments of physical strength and durability compared to other vampires.
- 2x Z1919 Handguns - Akihiro's staple weapon. Due to his strength being only a few notches above an average human, Akihiro relies on firearms to supplement his attacks.Strengths
- 1x RaT Magical Revolving Rifle - A weapon that can only be used when Akihiro is connected via The Link to a magical user. Akihiro gains the ability to access a limited number of spells imprinted on the runes on the rifle.
- mAtA Grenades - Multipurpose explosives that can change firing modes depending on the users preference. Among these firing modes are Explosive, Stun, and Smoke.
- Adjustable Length Sword - Self explanatory. Its a single bladed sword with adjustable length so that it can be stored away in a bag easily like a pocket knife.
- Combat experience - As Yamada Hanako's bodyguard, Akihiro has practical experience in fighting human and vampire combatants alike.Weaknesses
- Marksmanship - Akihiro is an expert marksman and has reliable aim around 30 to 70 meters meters with his pistols.
- Extended Melees - Due to having lower than average strength and durability,Akihiro relies on his fights ending quickly. A physically stronger foe that can outlast him in a close quarters situation will surely win if they can burn through his stamina.
- Yamada Hanako - Akihiro's devotion to his duty as her guardian puts him at a disadvantage as it becomes incredibly predictable figuring out what his next moves are.
Personal Information
Personality - Akihiro is a very laid back person. Preferring to not worry too much about life because he's very content everything the way it is. He always prefers to resolves conflicts without having to resort to violence. Not to say he is a complete pacifist as if the situation calls for it, especially any where Hanako's life is threatened, Akihiro flips the kill switch from light hearted vampire to deadly killer.
Likes
- Mobile Games
- Fireworks
- Ramen
- Anime/Manga/Light Novels/Otaku Stuff
Dislikes
- Fire
- Incessant Scratching and tapping
- Fidget Toys
Goal(s) -
Fear(s) - His ultimate fear is living a life without Hanako. She is one of the greatest parts of his life, and a future without her is one that's not worth living for him.
History - Born into the Kamiya family. Akihiro's duty, destined from birth, was to be a loyal guardian of the Yamada clan. This progressive family pioneered Human-Vampire relations in Japan through active cooperation with the Yamada clan over two centuries ago. By becoming their guardians and hit men, the Kamiya family greatly strengthened the grip that the Yamada family had over the criminal underworld of Japan. Akihiro's birth was the result of a closely knit relationship with humanity being a thin blood vampire.
From an early age, Akihiro was trained in the martial arts and was groomed to become a warrior for the Yamada clan. Compared to his other family members he was the runt of the pack, severely lacking in pure strength that his median vampires brothers and sisters had. He was close to quitting until one day he met the daughter of Gin Yamada, Hanako. The two became close friends over time. The two played with each other and created a close bond that could not easily be broken over the years.
Through her friendship, Akihiro was inspired to train harder to overcome the obstacles that stood in his way. Over time he proved to be the deadliest warrior of his generation as his indomitable nimbleness and speed made him difficult to fight against. In addition to this, his close bonds with Hanako grounded him in reality on top of his thinblooded-ness made it so that he rarely ever lost control of his senses and fell into a beast state, even when pushing himself to his blood consuming limits. Because of this important relatioship, Akihiro was deisgnated to become Hanako's personal guard by Gin Yamada.
Now Akihiro heads to the Academy with Hanako to continue his service as her guard as well as become a student in the art of war to combat the threat of The Rot.
Also, the time perceptiom thing is a very interesting take on enhancing perception. However, there are two problems with this. The first being that it would alter your PERCEPTION of time. Not time itself. So dont think you will be doing some matrix shit either. You could, in theory, combine the two abilities for a deadly combo but thats putting yourself at great risk to frenzy. Even as a thin blood.
The second is that such skill in perception would make that your character's main trait and speed would be very secondary. You wouldnt be running a third of the speed you put down.
So you gotta pick and choose. Specialize in on or the other or both suffer but they are relatively equal
TPBx
Simpin for Witch Tea
kk. though I should clear up the perception trait up more. its like time passes normally for everyone else, and he sees everything in slow motion. its like the quicksilver scenes in the recent xmen movies, just minus being able to move at relativistic speeds.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
I know what you meant by the perception. Im saying you cant have good speed and such great perception to start
TPBx
Simpin for Witch Tea
Ah ok. I'll keep the perception then. You can decide how to treat the speed. I probably won't level perception too mich between time skips compared to speed.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
think alI already accepted this but ill do it again just in case acceptedGeneral Info
Name: Annaliese Cromwell
Nickname: Ann, Annie, Clafoutis (Only by Julia)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Single, scared of commitment
Vampire Type: Median Vampire
Appearance Description
"Huh? Juicebox is flirting again? Pfft. Who cares?" - External
"I CARE IMMENSELY! How could he start without me?!" - Internal
Hair Color: Lavander
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Pale
Height: 1.52m
Weight: 43kg
Daily Attire:
Skills/Abilities
Traits (max. 3):
- Enhanced speed
- Enhanced senses
- Enhanced durability
Weapon(s):
KABAR Mk.79 anti-rot straight sabers aka Rot Razors - A pair of straight sabers with replacable blades. Created for use by the Vanguard. Popular for its sharpness and ease of use. Ann named them Axel and Dawn.
FN P76 - A handheld PDW that fires the new caseless, explosive AP 6.6mm rounds. Holds a capacity of 45 rounds in a tubular magazine. Fires in single, 3 round burst, and full auto. Ann named her gun Maria, after her deceased mother.
Strengths:
+Parkour practioner: Has dabbled in amature parkour in the past. Her enhanced speed helps in some way. Capable of wallrunning and wall jumping.
+Good instincts: Her harsh childhood has led her to gain a sixth sense of sorts when it comes to detecting a threat. Her enhanced senses helps greatly.
+Protective nature: Her friends in the Vanguard are pretty much her first friends she ever made. As such she is highly protective of them.
Weaknesses:
-Lacks confidence in own strength: While she is rather chatty and can socialize well, she isn't confident out on the field. This makes her hesitate often.
-Worries too much: Ann tends to overthink things when stressed or frightened. This makes her lose focus, an important part of her fighting style.
-Neglects own protection: Her protective nature leads to her neglecting her own defenses. Her durability may be high but this distraction can end her.
Personal Information
Personality:
At first glance, Ann is usually a cheery, obnoxious and slightly perverted girl with a penchent for hitting on people she finds attractive if given the chance. She's also a bit of a prankster, pulling small, usually harmless pranks on her friends. While she tends to go overboard at times, she will try to make it up to anyone she has wronged.
But deep down, Ann is a very lonely person with deep seated commitment and confidence issues. She manages to hide it well by putting up a happy and bubbly front but it cracks when she's under pressure. All this linking back to her past bullying by other kids.
Likes:
- Company
- Being trusted
- Flan type desserts
- Winter
- AB type blood
Dislikes:
- Liars
- Indecisiveness
- The need to drink blood
- Summer
- Being alone
Goal(s):
- To keep the innocent safe
- Banishing the Rot
- Not feel useless ever again
- Getting a boyfriend (Secret goal)
Fear(s):
- Being seen as useless
- Losing someone dear to her
- Dying alone
- Going frenzy
History:
Annaliese Cromwell, or Ann as she'd rather be called, was raised by her single mother, Marie, until about the age of 5 when a bad fever claimed Marie's. Since she never knew who her father was, she was sent to a government sanctioned human orphanage. While she never really found out, she was the one responsible for her mother's death after she sacrificed her well being by withdrawing blood to feed her child. A fact that the matron kept hidden for Ann's own sake. But the entire time, Ann had a feeling that she was different.
Her food was different, she was kept away from the other human children, and it seemed that only the caretakers were nice to her. Despite her attempts to make any friends, the kids were either fearful or downright cruel. She was called names, bullied, and even had her few belongings vandalised. But despite all that, she soldiered through thanks to her own tenacity, wits, and the occasional fist fight. Her caretakers are at wits end on how to deal with the bullying when a solution arrived.
Every few weeks or so, a couple of Vanguard soldiers would visit the orphanage to interact with the children. For them, it was to remind them of their reason for fighting. For the children, it was a chance to meet their saviors and heroes. For Ann, it was the first time she met a vampire, a snarky and confident one named Axel Lorenz. He and his partner, Julia Valois, first noticed Ann standing a little distance away from the other kids and approached the shy girl. 'First contact' didn't go as planned with Ann biting Axel's hand but the next few attempts by Julia came through. With Axel's help, (after another minor fight) Ann slowly learnt to get used to her vampire abilities and find her true identity. Ann finally had people she could confide in the form of Brother Axel and Sister Julie. She would eagerly await their vists for Axel's stories and Julia's mostly edible cookies. Axel never came again.
To say that she was heartbroken would be an understatement. Ann was devestated when she finally learnt of his fate but she remembered his advice: "Its always darkest before dawn, so cheer up kiddo! And keep that head held high!" With that little gem of advice in mind, Ann decided to join the Vanguard. To protect the world she was born in and to honor Vanguard's sacrifice.
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
Good bih
Damafaud
Kitty
Fixed!
Mx.Trinity
Pro Stranger
Also! finished the second chapter finally, the end is bland but everything I really like
Code for consumables:
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Cosmos
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Anaxileah
Vampire
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Character Sheet -
General InfoTraits:
Name: Silentium
Nickname: Exile
Age: 200
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Not Applicable
Vampire Type: Pureblood
Appearance Description
Hair Color
Eye Color: Black and Grey
Skin Color: Pale Grey
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 248lbs
Daily Attire
Skills/AbilitiesDue to his size, heritage, and violent past he is formidable when it comes to strength. Perhaps one of the largest and oldest of his kind experience and practice would give most things a bad time.Due to years of Shaolin training, has a heightened level of stamina.Weapon(s):Having the unique ability to regenerate this can allow him to keep going during important times
•Armis provides extra protection against Rot. With specially mixed alloys reinforced by a layer of ballistic rubber it's capable of softening blows making it more difficult to be incapacitated or unavailable for combat.
•In addition to armor protection the Armis also houses fabricated muscle working more effectively with Silentium to provide the least amount of fatigue possible; aiding with typical movement such as running, jumping, pushing, pulling, etc.
•Dampeners in the boots also help make freerunning movements feel effortless by providing extra padded comfort in all of the jointed areas and at the soles of the feet.
•Magnetized weapon holsters for locking weapons into place effortlessly
•Were there ever any dragons? Who knows. The sword has been passed down his family's bloodline since before anyone can recall. Suspiciously well made as the swords edge has never dulled. A human sized greatsword; made even more deadly in the hands of a Pureblood
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†††Consumables†††
Click Me -
What's This?
- You've planned ahead for this tight spot and brought 3 Viles of Blood Syrum!
- Affects: Blood Consumption (Gain +10 to BL and -3 From your BPP)
- Symptoms: Downer agent causes blood pressure to lower and reduces stress
- Risks: Taking more than one can have a detrimental effect on your ability to perform in combat. 1x Vile is for emergency case only. 2x Viles you begin having heart palpitations. 3x Viles and your heart is unable to pump fast enough causing cardiac arrest, and brain hemorrhaging.
What's This?
- Ah... That hit the spot!
- Affects: Blood Loss stops when consumed
- Symptoms: No more ferocious appetite
- Risks: It's far too complicated to open this damned thing in the heat of battle, best save it for later!
Strengths:
•Combat Ready - Rigorous training and rampaging has done a lot to prepare Silentium for the fight with the Rot
•Merciless Precision - Deathly precise and efficient with each move he makes with great finesse for his size
•Adapting - On his feet, on the move. Consistently thinking in the moment a practiced mind to this makes him great at improve
•Disciplined Mind - Years of meditation and self discipline gives him the edge he needs in combat to keep a level head in stressful situations
Weaknesses (same # as strengths):
•Socially Alien - Solitude has created a disconnect from beings even of his own species, can be difficult to get along with
•Slugish - Without aid from Armis his movements are slow because of this he has to borderline predict movements
•Shortsighted - A difficult task for him is one of planning, to carry things out over a long period of time
•Subtly - Sneaking is not his strong suit he's more useful for the front-lines
Personal Information
Personality
Because of his past and present Silentium is a rather complex and difficult being to relate with, or understand. He is quiet and keeps to himself. Not out of loathing or any particular reason for that matter; simply because hardly anyone speaks to him - given his size, species, and appearance. He doesn't mind the solitary though and often thinks of it as time to work out personal thoughts or turmoil. He's the type of guy that once you get to know him you realize he's like anyone else. He's got a more social side to him despite his recent past that leaves him open for intelligent and open minded conversation rather serious or not.
Likes
The simple pleasures of life like a filling meal, a good fight, deep conversation, art, and most of all being alive to experience what life has to offer; raw steak
Dislikes
Draining arguments that lead to nowhere, one sided fights, excessive talk for no good reason, his past, the current state of the world, and eating the same thing all the time.
Goal(s)
Play an important role in the fight against the Rot, forgiving himself, even out character flaws, die for a purpose, live for something more.
Fear(s)
The whole damnation and fall of humanity, dying before doing anything important, living in solitude, not being able to forgive himself.
Story of Exile-
Chapter 1 † Sanguinem Nativitatis "The Beast" -
Before this tale begins † sit back, get yourself something to drink, go to the bathroom. This is going to be a long one....
Had the Nativitatis's known the monstrosity they would bring into the world - they would have strangled the child in it's crib. The story of Sanguinem begins on a cliche` dark and stormy night. The Family's castle shook with the force of thunder threatening to destroy the beautifully hand painted stained glass from millennia before. The bright pounding of light put the candle's to shame in strobes of brilliance. Through all of the noise and chaos a cry could be heard, a cry which did not stop for weeks. The vampire offspring contesting the ruckus that shook the foundation of his room. His parents lovingly stuck at his bedside.
"Only a few more weeks."
The mother looking up to her partner with a proud smile.
It hadn't seemed like much time at all before Sanguinem began taking his first steps. He proved to be a strong boy, headstrong and reckless as he learned the ways of his body and the physical limitations of our world. Quickly - Steadily he found his bearings.
"A strong boy, he will turn out to be quite the adversary to all that oppose."
A father's approving nod and gentle push before Sanguinem stood on his own walking from one side of the room to the other without the handicap of either parents.
"I think it's time."
When he first arrived his mother's blood was enough nourishment to grow and become a boy, but as all happy stories this one must come to an end. The following fortnight Sanguinem sat in his room shivering, sweating, clawing at the stone walls that held him prisoner.
"FATHER WHERE HAVE YOU GONE!?"
He shouted - trembling the walls and slamming his fists against it's hard surface until his hands were a bloody mess. It was then that he witnessed with his own eyes the true ability of vampires, the one that allowed them to live much longer than any human. His skin began crawling back together at it's splits and he watched in awe, completely entranced by the new experience. It was dark in the dungeon and hard to tell what was happening but he could feel it - his eyes having not developed all of the way yet.
A couple nights later a commotion could be heard from outside his dungeon. Quickly he ran to the door wrapping his small hands around the bars attempting to get a better look at what was happening.
"FATHER IS THAT YOU!?"
He pleaded, his father did not answer. A few moments and the clatter of whatever was going on had gotten louder, closer. His hands gripped tighter around the iron. His father appeared in the hall of the dungeon dragging with him a woman dressed in nightwear, clawing at his father's hand that held the woman's hair firmly as she was drug helplessly through the corridor. The dungeon door swung open with enough force to knock Sanguinem back, luckily he stepped out of the way just in time. His father threw the woman into the room and slammed the door shut peering through the small iron barred door of his room before speaking the words that would inevitably lead to much misery.
"Eat! You need your strength for what's to come!"
Sanguinem didn't know what his father meant as he turned to look at the lady. However it became apparent as she scooted across the floor further and further away from him, eventually pressing herself into a corner.
"Please don't hurt me, p-please you don't- I have a family please don't look at me like that"
His curious but threatening gaze was upon her, he sniffed the air it was ripe with something decedent and mouth watering. His eye sight had finally come to him so he could see clearly now. He cared not for the emotions that scattered chaotically across the woman's face, there was a stirring inside of him one that evoked his primal instincts. He wanted to bite her, to feel her writhing in his arms, to feel her life go before him. It was unquenchable. He inched - painstakingly slow, towards her. With every step he took she screamed just a bit louder her pleas echoing horribly off the walls. He wanted to savor every moment of this, to enjoy it. There was something maliciously satisfying about the way she tore at nothing knowing her fate was locked in this moment forever.
"Stop screaming."
He pounced on her, being half the size she was but incredibly powerful. The strength of a Pureblood made it easy to put her soul to rest and to quiet the horrified screams he would never forget. As the warmth rushed into his mouth, he drew her body in closer gripping her tighter and tighter with her every movement like a boa, squeezing the life from it's pray. His senses overwhelmed him and he couldn't stop feasting, he couldn't stop gnawing at her neck trying to get more out of her like some kind of tossable.. She had been cold for hours before he finally stopped barring his teeth and finally came to his senses.
He got up stunned by the corpse in the corner of his room. He fled to the locked door and cried out for his father once again.
"Father! I've finished! Can I have more!?"
He wasn't hungry anymore but he enjoyed the feeling that experience had given him. It aroused something addicting.
His father came only a week later, opening the door for Sanguinem. Staring down at him with cold analytical eyes, they sat upon his own for a long time before his father snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to the ragdoll of a woman who'd been torn to bits from boredom and hunger. Bits and pieces of her lined the stone walls. He covered his mouth for he'd only seen such behavior in feral males who lost their minds, it was tasteless, grotesque even, there was no rhyme or reason to it. An abomination of the elegance and discreet tact of their family bloodline.
"Father what's wrong, I did as you asked... please let me out, it's stinking up the place like this..."
His father had become enraged at this statement slamming the door leaving Sanguinem alone once again. Only to come back a few moments later with a wash bucket and a rough brush. He slid the bucket into the room with his foot like Sanguinem was some kind of crazed animal, he closed the door abruptly and shouted through the window.
"I WANT EVERY INCH OF THAT CELL SPOTLESS, YOU'RE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL YOU DO SO."
So with a few hours of scrubbing and discarding of the loose pieces in the bucket he was finally done. His knees rubbed raw from the constant swaying motions. However after a few moments of standing up none of that mattered as he felt his skin heal, and with the wounds disappearing so did his pain. Pain from the hard stone floors.
"Father it's clean can I come out now?"
Months had past before his father finally allowed him to leave the house, and even then it was under supervision from him or his mother, always. They taught him about feeding regularly, who to feed on so he wasn't captured and killed, taught him of the humans cultures, introduced him to the expansive library his family had accumulated over the years.He eventually succumbed to reading books about human anatomy, honing his hunting skill. Only as time passed he began making further and further out gambles. Becoming more and more reckless again it wasn't long until townsfolk caught on and began following him back to the castle early morning. Tensions grew higher and higher as the town became more and more afraid.
"They're invisible, as black as night! The castles been there for hundreds of years! I hear they cut you open to watch your own heart stop beating! I've even heard that they plan to kill all of us!"
Sanguinem's murder spree went on for a decade; rumors were what ignited the final spark, the Frankenstein like story of man creating monster and monster terrorizing the people. Soon the whole town was up in arms. Firearms, cannons, anything they could get their hands on before storming to the castle seeking revenge and crucifixion of them all. Sanguinem's mother and father pleaded with them but it was of no use, the entire town wanted them all dead. So they did what any sentient predator's would do...
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An entire town disappeared, like a ghost town in a single night. Only the desperate carvings of fingernail to wood and blood whispered the events that took place.
After the family had killed all of them they sent Sanguinem away to dispose of the dead. All night and all morning it took until his limbs were so weak, his mind so empty, and his eyelids too heavy that he finally managed to dispose of them all. He returned to their home but upon pushing the gigantic front doors open with a loud wooden creak and clang did he realize.... his family was no longer there, he spent hours searching the castle high and low desperately trying to think of something else, any slight trace of them. Even the library was gone. All that remained was a singular letter on a small round table as if to play a centerpiece in the main hall of their massive home. He picked up the letter; exhausted and with a heavy heart; he read the following words to himself inside the confines of his head, no one around to listen.
With nothing left he began pacing, wondering, asking, questioning... everything. Was his life real? Did he cause all of this? Did his family really despise him? What does it mean to be exiled? Why did anything matter? Why was he here?
The thoughts spiraled, and churned his stomach until he felt as if he'd throw up all of his internal organs, his throat was swelled tight fighting back the tears of disbelief and pain. How would he go on after this? Why was he such a monster!?
Again and again the ideas spun, taunting him and picking at his insanity threatening to break him and break his mind. He roared the force of a hundred years behind it this time. The stained glass above the main hall shattered sending flicks of colorful light across the interior. Today would have been a nice day, the warmth of the sun and calmness of the winds. But his family had left, never to be seen again. He raised his fist still gripping the folded letter and brought it down onto the marble counter. His hand making a sickening crack as the bone protruded from his wrist, the table having been vanquished and laid scattered across the Great Hall's floor. He slumped onto his back side and began weeping uncontrollably. He lay like this for a few hours coming in and out from waves of disillusionment about life, family, existence... His arms loosely by his sides as he stared way up to the top of the castle's ceiling.
He brought the hand which had been broken a few hours ago up above his face as to examine it. Lost in morbid thought and disassociation. He let it fall and watched it land with a soft bounce. Through his tears he noticed something that stuck out against the marble floors. It was a book. He quickly got on his hands and knees to crawl over to it, he opened it and began examining it's insides. Before long he found himself engrossed within the book unintentionally having lost track of time. The sun was beginning to set and as he came too he slammed the book on the floor with force.
"Your teachings are worthless now..."
A few days passed as he sat in the corner of the grandiose building. He was starting to get hungry and with all the townsfolk rotting underground their blood would be spoiled and he'd purge it back up the second it hit his stomach. He knew this from experience a few close calls to Feral as he'd been. This time was different however. He was actually running out of it, time that is. He finally brought himself to pick the book back up after an hour or so of fighting with his thoughts. Once he opened it again he started to understand what the book and his ancestors had tucked away inside the marble table all those years ago. It was the holy grail for vampires. Blood sickness remedies, downers, uppers, common animals that could be preyed upon, and lastly... a page ripped from what appeared to be another grimoire. A page heavily encrypted but caught his eye still, he felt the universe pulling him to find out what it's context was... -
Chapter 2 † Silentium -
So now that we are well acquainted with our antagonist of this protagonist it's time to move forward on our journey...
Sanguinem stood hunched over the stump of a tree drinking from a rat he had captured earlier in the day. On the trunk of the tree laid a open book. He had a handful of herbs and began eating them like a wild animal. His eyes were fixated to the pages of the grimoire. Stopping only to eat, drink, and relax himself. The herbs on hand were good for reducing appetite according to his findings.
After a few weeks had turned into a couple months Sanguinem finally stumbled upon something that would serve to propel him into a journey he never would have thought he'd experience. Between long nights of hunger and fighting the urge to frenzy; rolling feverishly on the ground for hours his strength was dwindling.
What he found in the grimoire was a cipher a wheel of all knowledge he'd need in order to decrypt the hidden messages scrawled across it's pages. He found the wheel secretly stitched into the cover of the book after he'd accidentally fell asleep and left it partially uncovered. He was in a bad way and decided to put an entire couple of days into finding out what it was saying to him.
After tireless trying and time he broke the code. The information underneath the information was even more intriguing than he had originally hoped for. It spoke of magic, training to help keep the beast at bay, and items of immense power. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he read page after page over again revealing each of the pages missed words.
After a few hours had passed he learned of a place that was mentioned quite often and seemed promising for vampires struggling with their beast and their frenzy. The only problem was that... it appeared to read that the place was far away to the East and was run by humans.
He felt the rage in the pit of his chest inch upwards.
That's when he decided to get up and begin his journey to the spoken place. For many weeks he trudged on, a giant peopless stretch of land covered the distance of a long walk. He was growing tired but whenever he stopped he felt the rage's edge bite at his conscious and take a step forward. His body was beginning to mutate, wounds began opening all over his face and body. He kept pressing forward.
It wasn't until the 12th day that he stumbled upon something that nearly cut his foot off. A sword buried within the fallen leaves of a dirt road. The sword was of extreme elegance and didn't look like it had been used for battle at all. It wasn't until he saw his family's crest that he realized what it was. A family heirloom. A wave of sadness washed over him as he dropped to his knees holding the sword in his hands and staring up at the sky. The morning still wet from the dew and a fog that covered for as far as he could see. He weeped like a child calling out for his family.
The sound of horses snapped him from his tears and back into survival. He got up carrying the sword with him onto the side of the road into some woodland growth and waited. After a while a dark outline could be seen of a carriage. When it approached he lunged from the wooded area with enough force to put down a horse and topple the carriage, he bit into the writhing horse quieting it's movements. The occupants of the carriage fled screaming for their lives. He remained on the road feasting.
† Months Later †
After months of travel by foot, sneaking onto people's transports, and sitting in bars to get an idea of where everyone was going he finally looked a bit like himself again. All of his vampire heritage had reseeded. The scars of his wounds remained but he wasn't bleeding any longer. He sat, cloak thrown up over his head in the tavern, listening to the music of men and the chit chat of barmaidens with the tavern's occupants. Rumors of monsters and power always circulated these places hardly any of it was true or valuable information.
He put down his cup along with a few bills of "Acquired" currency before stepping out into the evening air, the moon at it's fullest shining brightly among the stars. He smiled softly to himself before nodding and making his way onto the road.
"Where you headed stranger"
Sanguinem felt the icy grip of frenzy creeping up his back, this had been the first person to talk to him in nearly a year. He paused unsure rather to turn around or not, instead he turned his head still covered by the cloak.
"East... what's your business?"
He heard the footsteps approach slowly, cautiously. They were suspicious as well, were they an authority? Did he have a bounty on his head?
"Well... we don't get new people around here a whole lot. I do trades in the East, to put it plainly I transport goods."
The frenzy began receding now. Just a nosy local.
"The East? How far do your travels take you?"
There was another cautious pause before the person spoke again.
"All the way to China, why? Do you have business there?"
Sanguinem turned slowly pulling the hood up even further to shadow his face before aligning with the local. A man, average built, average height. He didn't look threatening and seemed to not hold any weapons. Perhaps he could help Sanguinem.
"Yes I'm traveling there to... find new hope"
The local tipped the brim of their hat and nodded.
"No business of mine but if I bring you along, you gotta promise not to make any trouble. Hows that?"
Sanguinem nodded
"Alright come on now, let's get ya where you're goin'"
He followed the local back to the bar where he had a couple of horses and a trade cart sat next to the building. He climbed up into the back and waited for the local. After a short while they were on the road again, grateful to finally be off his feet and headed exactly where he needed to be. How could this night get any better?
He dozed off a couple hours later only to wake up by the local jabbing him.
"Alright time to eat, you like steak? I assume you take it raw"
Sanguinem's skin crawled and he quickly jumped up ready to pounce on the human at the slightest sign of hostility.
"WOAH HOLD ON NOW! I just saw your face this morning when I pulled off to take a leak... you really aren't from around here. I won't bother you but... calm down and get your ass over here to eat."
What was this? He was a vampire and the local clearly human. It didn't make sense... every time he encountered anyone human they'd screech and run away. But this human... knew? And wasn't running? The thoughts raced through his mind as he approached the makeshift campsite with a fire going, the area covered in a light layer of white snow.
"I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I know it's odd to get this kinda treatment from a human, sit down. We can talk about it after we eat."
Sanguinem sat down wrapping his cloak around himself a bit more the cold starting to nip at him. The stranger handed him a slab of raw meat, and so he took it from the man gently, and began eating it. He'd never tasted anything like it before... it was moist with blood but... flavorful like a real meal... he ate a bit too fast and choked on a piece accidentally.
"Slow down, it's not runnin' away we've got plenty more..."
Sanguinem glared at the man, but started eating a bit slower returning his gaze to the steak.
"Just sayin'."
The rest of their meal was relatively quiet and once they were finished they threw the makeshift plates made of flat rocks onto the fireplace before standing up and getting back onto the transport. A long period of time passed without word or discussion, Sanguinem felt a bit agitated... lied too. Why hadn't the stranger told him the reason he hadn't run off? Was this real?
"Anyways... as promised... As I mentioned before I'm a trader, which means I do business with all kinds. Short, skinny, tall, big, round, gruesome, royal... and occasionally... the mythical creature. I'll tell you though..."
The stranger let out a small laugh.
"First time I ever came across a critter I never seen before... boy did it scare the bajesus outta me. Yep, think I scared it as much as it scared me. Luckily tho... just a small thing... gremlin or something. Took off like a bat outta hell."
The space between them filled with an awkward silence that prolonged until the stranger finally spoke up again.
"Ahum... so uh... where you from?"
Sanguinem didn't say anything. The memories of it all jabbing at him constantly, he didn't want to discuss it with someone he'd only met a few hours ago.
"Alright, that's fine. I won't bother ya none."
He folded his arms infront of him to rest ontop of his knees. He did appreciate what the stranger had done for him though, and the manners the stranger had.
"Thank you.... for the food I mean."
The stranger chuckled.
† 1 Month Later †
"Hey now, so I'm gonna run in and grab us some food. Don't go gettin into any trouble. This is one of my best towns, just keep your head low and don't ask anyone any questions. I'll be back in a jiffy."
Sanguinem had become accustomed to these frequent stops however due to them not having any food left his appetite was edging on the brink of feverish again. He hadn't brought any herbs along. Foolishly enjoying the meals without thought of his health. He sighed and turned, but in the next moment he had been knocked to the ground and was looking up at the faces of a few drunk men.
The men looked different from the stranger he had been with, and they were speaking a language he didn't recognize. They began shoving each other until one pulled out a knife and started yelling. Then in the eeriest way possible the strangers stopped speaking and slowly looked down at Sanguinem, their gazes paused on the vampire for a few moments before one of them turned and laughed and saying a few words. The others shrugged and before long they were grabbing at his legs and trying to hold him down.
"HEY!"..."HEY!"..."YA'LL STOP THAT!"
But by the time the stranger had got there it was too late, the man with the knife sunk it into Sanguinem's abdomen, which ended with the man being ripped in half and tossed like a dead fish across the road of the small town with his friends running off and screaming.
"HURRY UP! GET YOUR ASS ON BEFORE SOMEONE SEES!"
Sanguinem jumped on the back as they rode off out of the town. After a long time and a dead silence between the two of them the transport started slowing down and pulled off to the side of the road. The stranger stood up and got off, coming around to the back, he reached inside a brown paper bag and tossed a raw steak wrapped in parchment paper onto Sanguinem's lap.
"Alright friend, this is where we part ways. That steak should last you a week, if you follow this road on up you should reach the place you're headed by the end of the week."
Sanguinem hesitated getting up for a few moments, staring at the steak with tears starting to well up in his eyes.
"Ah come on now, don't be like this. Look if you're worried about what happened back there... don't be. I don't think anyone saw us and I'm not mad. I saw what happened. Anyways on the other hand if someone DID happen to see, it'd be best that we weren't seen together. I don't think anyone would put me in jail on the account of ripping a man in two. Look at me~"
The stranger laughed again.
"come on out before the authorities catch up with us. We're on China's border. I know you're hungry - best eat that steak now."
Sanguinem cooperated climbing out of the back and dropping down onto the muddy road splattering his boots and cloak with a rich brown.
"Thats it... alright, I gotta get out of here before someone sees, take care friend. Maybe in another life"
He stepped forward as the stranger got aboard the transport again.
"Wait! It was an honor... what is your name?"
The stranger tilted the leather long brimmed hat as a farewell before snapping the horses to life.
"The name's Helsing, HIYA~!"
Just like that his human companion rode off into the distance.
† 1 Week Later †
Sanguinem collapsed unconscious on the steps of the Shaolin Monistary having exhausted all of his stength and willpower in order to get there with only a sword, book, and the clothes on his back. His unconscious body lay there for quite some time.
It wasn't until a few hours later when a couple of young looking monks, dressed in bright orange, stumbled upon him. They both sprung into action running to his side and picking him up with surprising ease considering they were much smaller than he was. They carried him along the temple's exterior until they came to a door. After a few moment he was carried inside a stone room and laid him upon a rug along with his sword propped up in one of the corners. They left the room closing the doors behind them.
When Sanguinem finally awoke in a violent fury'd rage launching him at an older bald man who was in the room with him. He didn't remember much just launching himself at the man and then blackness.
A few weeks time passed before Sanguinem awoke to an older man wiping his legs down with a wet rag. He sat up in shock the older man quickly looked at him and paused, before going back to trying to wash him. He shouted at the man.
"Stop! Where am I? Who are you?"
The old man shook his head and stood up slowly. A tired but joyful expression on his face. The monk looked at Sanguinem and started speaking an unrecognizable language quietly and with humorous undertones. He laughed at Sanguinem, pointed at him then made a fist and knocked on his own bald head a couple of times before bending down to retrieve the water and leaving the room.
Sanguinem sat in the corner of the stone room silent. Pondering the events of what had just occurred. He remembered falling and everything going black as he reached the temple, and remembered a sliver of when he woke up in a violent rage. He sat in the quiet until it almost drove him mad. He got up and walked from the room to the outside. All of his senses were on fire blinded by the sun, his ears ached from the chirping of hundreds of birds, his smell overhwlemed by a peculiar scent. In a moment he collapsed to his knees the ground stabbing into his palms
He stayed motionless staring at the texture of the ground.
Soon he stood up having found that his senses had adjusted to all of the commotion of the outside world, peculiar thing though he didn't feel the frenzy gnawing at him like it had been when he'd arrived. He didn't have much time to think about this before a younger monk approached him and signaled Sanquinem to follow. He did as instructed and followed the child into a courtyard. Beautiful with well maintained plants and raked sand in intricate patterns. A pleasant sight to say the least. Following the child further they approached the central structure of the temple and walked up the steps barefoot. The interior was wide open and as they went inside, his eyes adjusting to the break in sunlight he saw the same old man from before cross legged in the middle of the room with his eyes closed, fingertips pressed together. Surrounded by sticks that streamed smoke upwards. That's what the odd scent he smelled, had been.
A long moment of silence as he stood there with the child waiting for the old man.
"Should I-"
The child cut him off by placing a finger to his lips signaling Sanguinem to be quiet. They stood there unmoving and silent for the longest time before the old man finally opened his eyes and stretched, pushing himself from the floor to stand. He looked at the two of them as if he'd known they were there all along and put his arms to his side and bowed halfway before standing again. The young child returned the bow and Sanguinem followed suit. In what seemed like an eternity the old man finally walked over to the two of them. With Sanguinem's grimoire in hand, extended, offering it to him before speaking. Sanguinem was about to get angry before the child spoke up.
"He says you come from a far away land. He wanted me to translate so you could understand. He says to take your book back and to not be angry with him. He was only trying to see why you had come such a long ways. He says he understands now."
Sanguinem hesitantly took the book back from the older monk. The older monk nodded his head energetically a couple times before smiling. He began speaking once more and so did the child.
"He says you are welcome to stay here, for as long as you like. But you have to respect this place as if it was your own. He knows you're a violent man, and he knows you've done bad things. He says this is a place for anyone that wants to learn, not just the kind hearted. He says that if you wish to learn about the things in that book that you have to discipline yourself and it will take time getting used too. He says we can leave now."
With that the child grabbed Sanguinem's hand and led him down the stairs of the temple once again. Not speaking until they were back to Sanguinem's room.
"If you want to learn to control it, you first need to erase your thoughts. Instead, focus on your breathing. Close your eyes and get comfortable. We call this meditation here. It's best if you start slow."
The child didn't look at him the entire time he spoke and left, closing the door behind him. Leaving Sanguinem to his solitude.
His thoughts began spiraling again what does he mean focus on my breathing and erasing my thoughts? How is closing my eyes supposed to help... it's not going to make me any less hungry. The child's words echoed through his head before he finally realized he was doing the exact opposite of what he'd been told. He sighed and relaxed his muscles before sitting on the floor as he saw the old man do.
"Okay... focus on my breathing... and then... what...?"
He brushed the irritation of the situation aside and again refocused himself. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his own breathing and began counting them. Starting from 1, going to 10 and repeating. Before long, what can only be described as a pulsating of consciousness, began happening. It was relaxing, and hypnotic. He allowed himself to slip deeper and deeper into it. It wasn't until much later that he finally opened his eyes, and when he did there was a plate of food infront of him. He felt abnormally hungry. He reached over and picked up the bowl of white grain like particles and began eating it. They were bland and unappetizing but he had become so hungry he didn't care, it wasn't until he reached the bottom that he found a few pieces of raw bloody meat and quickly put those down. However doing so seemed to do nothing but exasperate the way he was feeling.
He stood up and left his room, it was still daylright out. He approached the courtyard and followed it to the temple where the old ma was sat down, quietly meditating once again. The child was also there infront of him meditating as he did. Sanguinem sat with an urgent feeling patience that edged to the surface with every moment which passed. It wasn't until the old man opened his eyes that Sanguinem felt relief. The older monk stood up and bowed to him, and he returned the gesture. However this didn't help as he quickly realized he wouldn't be able to speak to the monk without the child's aid, so he was forced to stand quiet until the younger monk had also completed his meditation session. After formalities and the younger monk had come to greet him did he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Please you have to help me, I am very hungry."
The child looked at the old man and spoke in the foreign language briefly. Before looking back at Sanguinem.
"Would you like more rice?"
Sanguinem looked at the boy confused, rice... what was that?
"The white stuff in the bowl from earlier."
Sanguinem turned his face up at the boys suggestion but he spoke once again.
"You are the only person here who gets raw meat, it's expensive and hard to come by. We are saving it for you so you can maintain your strength."
The old man nodded but this didn't sit well with Sanguinem and he began shouting about being hungry and how it wasn't fair for them to keep food from him. The boy spoke more sternly this time.
"He says there are plenty of others without food, and no one asks for more. You have come to our home, you will only get this one chance. If you wish to live the life you worked so hard to run away from then leave. We do not wish to have your demons as well."
It was these words that finally calmed Sanguinem down, the young monk was right. Who was he to come into someone elses home and demand things, things he'd done nothing for. It was ungrateful, and rude. He quietly nodded and bowed to the younger and older monk.
"Yes I would like more rice."
The boy smiled and left the temple briefly leaving him and the old man together alone. The old man bowed to him once again and began speaking to him.
"I don't understand what you are saying..."
The old man stopped and shook his head laughing about something. When the boy had finally returned the old man had left to the courtyard, rake in hand he was weaving the sand from front to back, carefully watching his steps. The young monk offered the rice to him, and Sanguinem bowed thankfully and sat down in the courtyard to eat. Something odd about today was that he saw no other monks like he did when he first awoke, just the boy and the old man. When he finished his rice he handed the bowl to the young boy.
"Why is there no one else here?"
The boy looked at him as if he were supposed to know.
"You're very dangerous, We have made preparations to make sure that none of them are hurt during this process. It's a tradition whenever someone like you comes here. Don't worry."
Sanguinem nodded and followed the boy back to his room.
"He told me to let you know that your training starts tomorrow, and to leave any emotional connections behind. We will help you free yourself."
Once again the young monk left without another word, closing the doors behind him.
When he awoke the next day he found a black and white specially tailored outfit waiting for him. It reselmbled what we would refer to as a Gi and a mix between Shaolin monk robes. He stripped himself of his old clothes and put it on. It was airy and comfortable. He liked the way it felt against his movements. He exited his room and proceeded to the courtyard once more. When he arrived the two monks were training their muscles in the art of Shaolin Kung Fu. He approached quietly and bowed deeply to them. They stopped and returned the gesture, it seemed their training had come to an end.
The old man approached and jabbed Sanguinem in the chest with the second knuckle of his index finger. The force behind it was surprising to say the least, it actually hurt against the tougher skin he had. The old man extended his arm as if to tell him to walk forward, and that's what he did. As he walked forward he felt a large amount of force send him forward from his back, causing him to fall down chest first into the ground. Sanguinem stood up quickly facing the old man. Unsure what was happening.
The younger monk stepped forward and spoke.
"He wants you to fight him."
Sanguinem laughed and smiled smugly at the older monk. He charged towards the monk with the intention of grappling him to the ground, however inches before he would've been successful the older monk moved out of the way with surprising speed, pressing his hand down on the back of Sanguinem's head causing him to smash into the ground once again. He got up pissed that the monk was seeming to toy with him.
"Alright you old bastard come here."
Once again he charged at the old man this time pulling his fist back, and again just inches before contact the monk moved out of the way, grabbed his wrist and flung it downwards as his foot connected with the front of Sanguinem's leg forcing him to fall again. He slammed his fist down on the ground so hard that it cracked the courtyard's stone. He could feel the beast edging it's way up again. Just as he was about to stand and make another attack the child spoke once more.
"You will not get anywhere with brute force, instead adapt... and flow like water. This is a lesson in humility and a reminder that your mind must always stay calm. He says the lesson is over, and we will begin training now."
"Yeah yeah alright, just let me get u-"
As soon as the older monk relaxed Sanguinem pounced with unbridled force and speed towards the monk. In a split second he went from the air to the ground sharp pain shooting through his ribs, neck, and stomach. He had no idea what had happened the older monk moved in a blur of motions. For the first time ever the older monk spoke in broken english.
"you'a not ready? al'r you wan' is to fight'uh?"
He looked up at the monk with pain in his eyes, and regret on his face..
"No.. I am ready, teach me and I will listen."
The old man laughed and helped him up to his feet.
"Will'a take many year."
† 60 Years Later †
Silentium bid farewell to the young monk who had grown to be an old man. The older monk had passed about 20 years ago living to the ripe old age of 100 years old. As he stepped out of the temple courtyard for the last time. He felt a weight lift from him, an excitement grew in the pit of his stomach. He was finally free of the beast. Finally able to live a life without fear of other humans, without fear of himself... and most importantly he could finally start focusing on forgiving himself if at all possible. To start a new life as Silentium, and leave behind Senguinem The Beast.
Once he returned to civilization it was as if he had stepped onto another planet. Never having been away from the temple in all of his time spent there. Bright silver rectangles jutted through the air, the sunlight glinting off of them in a dazzling spectacle he'd never seen before. Mechanical beasts instead of horses drove their occupants now. There were people staring down at rectangles which illuminated brightly onto their faces, what were these devices? Had magic really become so popular?
40 Years Leading Up to the Rot
During the following 40 years Silentium has gotten accustomed to the futuristic world of present day. He's spent his days combat training using modern methods which have proved to mix well with his previous training. He's also spent a great deal amount of time reading rather it be on magical or practical matters. He's well versed in the knowledge of basic subjects. When the Rot started terrorizing humanity he was one of the first vampires to ever volunteer for the combat program rather than be forced into it as many others were and have been with their historic disdain for humans. Because of this he was interviewed regarding the world issues and how he felt about the mixing of vampire and human souls to fight the Rot.
"Excuse me! EXCUSE ME! Silent! Do you have any thoughts on the current war?"
Silentium turned and locked eyes with the reporter
"This war is not for me alone, this war is for all of you. We will be triumphant in this battle. I can ensure you of that."
An onslaught of reporters threw their questions out at him.
"How do you feel about humans and vampires mixing!? Do you think it's inappropriate as a potential speciest issue?"
He let out a long sigh not wanting to be bothered by this any longer, clearly they were going to try and twist his words.
"No."
He pushed his way past the swarm of journalists entering his vehicle and closing the door, their questions and overwhelmed minds were dulled inside the interior.
"Time to report to base... I suppose..."
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Code for consumables:
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- You've planned ahead for this tight spot and brought 3 Viles of Blood Syrum!
- Affects: Blood Consumption (Gain +10 to BL and -3 From your BPP)
- Symptoms: Downer agent causes blood pressure to lower and reduces stress
- Risks: Taking more than one can have a detrimental effect on your ability to perform in combat. 1x Vile is for emergency case only. 2x Viles you begin having heart palpitations. 3x Viles and your heart is unable to pump fast enough causing cardiac arrest, and brain hemorrhaging.[/COLOR][/border][/bg]
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- Ah... That hit the spot!
- Affects: Blood Loss stops when consumed
- Symptoms: No more ferocious appetite
- Risks: It's far too complicated to open this damned thing in the heat of battle, best save it for later!
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shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Accepted you dirty little slut.
General Info
Name:
William Hawthorne
Nickname:
Will, Perv-senpai-kun, The Telekinetic (once people realise what his power is)
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Marital Status:
Single AF baby ; )
Appearance Description
Hair Colour:
Purple
Eye Colour:
Pale Purple/Grey
Skin Colour:
White Caucasian
Height:
5'11"
Weight:
143lbs
Daily Attire:
Skills/Abilities
Magic Abilities (max. 3):
Telekinesis - William only specialises in Telekinesis. He does not know any other form of magic. As such, he has an extremely potent force behind the magic, aided by his incredible natural aptitude for it. This means he has incredible power and durability behind each telekinetic spell cast, but a high lack of control and accuracy over it. A loose glass cannon, per se.
The range of his magic is a 50ft radius.
Anything influenced by William's magic gains a purple glow effect around it for as long as he interacts with it. Invisible stuff like air will not gain the glow effect until something visible comes into contact with it, however it will shimmer.
Technological Equipment:
Handheld EMP - An Electromagnet Pulse device that shorts out all electronics in a 10ft radius, looks like a small remote. Has 6 charges before it needs to be recharged.
Strengths:
Natural Magical Aptitude - William is naturally very attuned with magic and the use of mana. He can sense it in the world around him as a substitute for not being able to see. 75ft range.
This also means William has an unusually high mana count, more so than normal mages.
Silver Tongued Braniac - William is very quick witted with his words and actions. He seems to know just what to say at the right time and just what to do in a bad situation. Just because his magic is savage and basic right now, it does not mean William is.
Weaknesses:
Sightless Perception - William is blind. He cannot see anything beyond what he can sense with mana, which has a 75ft range. (However his other senses like hearing, touch, taste and smell receive a minor boost. Nothing similar to vampires though.)
Magic-Dependant - William does not have much physical capability. He can dodge an attack simply because he can sense it coming, but otherwise he is no stronger, faster or durable than a normal human, perhaps even less so.
Personal Information
Personality:
Sexually interested is one way to describe William. Perverted is another...
William is a well-to-do gentleman for the most part. Not the pompous "I'm so great" type of gentleman, but the kind, intelligent, well-mannered type. Of course this is only one side to him, his devious sex-appeal comes out the moment a hot piece of-
*ahem*
William is kind, loyal, wilful (lol), tenacious, determined and courageous on the inside. When in battle, William is easily super focused and calm, capable of reacting swiftly and logically with the utmost precision. Both academically and streetsmart, William can handle himself in a fight and excels at education.
Likes:
Women, magic, flirting, ice tea, people who underestimate him and dressing nice.
Dislikes:
Being teased about his sight, dark chocolate, losing a battle, overly loud noises, going to the opticians (haha jkjk) and using weapons.
Goal(s):
To permanently regain his sight.
To become such a powerful Mage that he can easily protect humanity (and vampires) from the Rot.
Fear(s):
Losing his other senses.
Becoming useless to those around him.
History:
Living in one of the more richer areas in the nearby city to academy, William grew up with a more financially stable family. Wel, they were rich family of noble decree, but that wasn't particularly important. William attended an all-male boarding school for academically talented individuals. The school's programme also offered courses on enticing magical energy from its students in hopes of creating powerful mages for the academy. Whilst the success rate was largely low, William was one of the lucky few to show promise in it. Years pass and now William had begun to discover his natural attunement with the magical energy that inhabited the world. He then trained himself under the school's teachings in the magic that came easiest to him: Telekinesis.
It was only the next year that tragedy befell William and the city he lived in. The Rot had arrived with a terrible siege to employ. The monster ravaged the urban landscape, killing any and all that dared to reveal itself within it's sight. All who looked into that single ethereal eye was blinded eternally, an ability that allowed for the decimation of the Academy detail sent to deal with the creature. Amongst its other deadly tricks, no one appeared to be a match for it, including William. Thanks to his ability to fling himself away from the battle in time, William could not save his friends or family, nor his eyesight - stolen from him by that monster. Near-broken and beyond despair, William was picked up by the Vanguard to live in a surrounding Hamlet to continue his training and live peacefully until the next assault. William did not find out what happened to that Rot that had attacked, but he assumes it was either driven away or it simply left. It was around this time that William's more promiscuous behaviour began. Living in an all-boy boarding school left much to the imagination on woman and William had had a more than a slight midlife crisis, leading to a slight deviation in his personality. He needed a vice and had decided that it would become the female attraction. The next few years were filled with growing accustomed to his blindness, which was made easier by his natural magical talent, training his skills and magic and flirting with anything female in sight. Today will be his first proper day at the Vanguard, however he does know a few of the staff around already.
