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Post by econdha on Jan 13, 2006 15:13:49 GMT -5
AHEM! The only vulnerable spot on a chupa is the neck/throat. And they are hard to kill, otherwise they wouldn't be wiping us out.
Also, spike, pick one PoV* and stick to it, please.
*Point of Veiw
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Post by econdha on Jan 13, 2006 16:45:08 GMT -5
The vampire took to the trees. Gertrude followed on the marshy ground, leaping from solid patch to solid patch. Just as she was beginning to think that the trees might have been a good idea when Than hopped to the ground.
It only took an instant for the Chupa lurking beneath the surface to leap up and snag him. At the same time, one grabbed Gertrudes ankle, pulling her down into the murky swamp water.
Kicking at the claw holding her ankle didn't seem to help much. She stabbed at it with her handpike, but it was hard to aim while she was being pulled backwards through the water. The chupa pulled her against a tree root and her weapon was wrenched from her grasp.
That slowed her down enough to catch the next root in her hand. She tore her ankle free of the Chupa's grasp, swimming for the surface. Before the chupa grabbed her, again, she caught hold of her weapon.
Jabbing it blindly downward, she managed to stab herself in the leg almost as many times as she hit the chupa. Eventually, it released her and she clawed her way to the surface.
There was no landmass around the tree, it rose directly out of the water. Gertrude clung to the trunk, knowing that at any second the goatsucker could return and pull her back into the depths of the swamp.
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Post by Spike on Jan 14, 2006 5:24:30 GMT -5
I tried to get back up but I was severely injured. The Chupa ripped apart my trench coat and shirt. My chest was covered in deep cuts. It also managed to bite off a chunk of flesh from my right arm just above the elbow. I grabbed what was left of my shirt and tied it tightly around the wound on my arm.
I felt tired, so I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep. When I opened my eyes again. I Saw Gertrude next to me. My wounds we're bandaged. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 15, 2006 15:25:04 GMT -5
(Cyrus will be idle for the time being)
Name: Pierce Age: ? (Appears to be in twenties) Hieght: 6'2 Wieght: 203 Face: Clean Shave, cold, no emotion. Eyes: Silver Clothing: Black order hiding cloak, black jeans, Dark shirt,Hat (Like Van Helsings) Armour: Silver body guard under clothing, Gloves with silver in the knuckles. Faction: Slayers (I am the only one with the permission to have this, you have to ask the Leutinant) Weapons: (Everything is silver unless stated otherwise) Two Short Swords, Throwing knives,string,Wooden Crossbow with silver arrows,Martial Arts,Blades in boots
Bio: Pierce was found by Slayers abandoned. They have yet to find his parents. He is natural strong and swift. They decided to make him apart of them when they found out about his special bloodline. (That of The Slayers.) He was hence forth trained in all of their ways. He is a nice shot but really shines the closer he gets to his opponent. His quick thinking in the middle of combat have saved him a many times.He had no friends from the other hunters, they didnt want him, but they had to because of his blood. He is on recon work in the bayou of Louisiana on the report of a huge communion of Lycans and Vampires.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 15, 2006 16:01:46 GMT -5
Trudging slowly through the muck of the swamp Pierce silently cursed. He hated Recon work, he didnt know why they dont just run in and invade."Fools, they are risking the element of suprise by sending me in.If we attack full frontal we will never be expected."He thought to himself as he moved a low branch out of his face.
The swamp was thick, mud was pulling his nice boots into the ground and the constant underbrush was annoying. So hard to menouver when you have to watch out for branches and enemies.
"No dont approach the enemy they said" He kept thinking of the mocking voices of his bosses.Pierce held tight to his crossbow in his hand. He knew his swords were at his side and his throwing knives were aswell. he wanted desperetly to attack the beasts.
Just as he moved a bush he came to a small opening and there in the middle was a mound on the ground. It was black covered by something. As he closed in he saw it to be a cloak. Working fast he removed the clothing to reveal the skin of a female. Looking over the skin he looked at were the mouth was and saw the fangs.
"A vampire..." He whispered and stood looking around. He looked for a moment before his attention was brought high by the sounds of birds rushing from the trees. But there was also an unusual sound.........silence. All had been bustling with life a second ago in the bright moon light. Insects,frogs and anything else. But the sound of birds meant there was a.............
Pierce didnt finish his thinking as he pivoted at the sound of a branch creaking, he automatically fired and arrow into the tree.There was a low growl before the arrow was thrown down to the ground with a slight mess of blood on it. "That was silver tipped, i should have gotten much more then a growl." He knocked another one in and looked at the tree.
Moving slowly closer he could feel his adrenaline pumping and the sound of the Boss yelling at him for engaging. Looking up Peirce didnt see anything in the branch. He backed up to the tree. He was looking everywere. He knew it must be a Garou.
He could hear the breathing before he felt the drool slip onto his hat. Diving forward he heard the Garou hit the ground. But as he turned to face his enemy it was not a Lycan. It was too small, and its snout was to long. It had quills on its neck. "What the hell are you,"
He didnt get a response as it started to run at him. He aimed and shot an arrow at its leg. Flying true the arrow hit home and went through the forearm of his front right leg. It tripped and looked at the wound.
Ripping the arrow out it roared at him.Throwing his bloak off and Pulling out his short swords Pierce sliced them on each other.He hoped he had gotten the beast angry."Lets see what you are made off......" He held his blades at a defensive stance and bent his knees.
The thing ran at him and he spun. As he kicked he twisted it and the knife in his boot came out into the thick hide. Followed by the two blades into its back.
Pierce was suprised when the blades didnt go in but a few centimeters. "What are you!!!" Pierce was hit hard by the things arm and sent flying across the clearing into the tree.
Pierce could feel the blood rushing down the back of his neck before he felt his head and his eyes started to get heavy. As he say the creature start to run at him again it blurred but he saw two sets of fine legs stand in front of him and he then saw nothing but darkness.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 15, 2006 17:59:44 GMT -5
(P.S. No one see's my character ok, the two sets of legs are none of your guys ok. wanted to clear that up, sorry to Triple post Lieutenant.)
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Post by Setg on Jan 16, 2006 4:52:35 GMT -5
Sorry guys - in my post i meant Than, no idea why i put cyrus - i didn't realise that the chupas were that tough - i'll amend my next post accordingly.
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Post by econdha on Jan 16, 2006 7:13:13 GMT -5
The stupid bloodsucker had come through it even worse than she had. Who even knew vampires could faint? She knelt over him. His borrowed blood was spilled all across the dirt. If the bleeding didn't stop shortly, his 'immortal' life would come to an abrupt end.
Gertrude sank her teeth into her lip until the skin broke. She leaned down, letting the blood drop into his mouth. His body reacted, reaching up and pulling her down to him. His fangs more efficiantly slicing into her lower lip. Than's tongue flicked into her mouth, lapping the free flowing blood.
He kissed down her chin to her throat and she whimpered like a puppy when his fangs scythed into her neck. He latched on as though he was going to drain her dry, inhumanly strong arms holding her close. Long before he endangered her, though, she used her own strength to pull free. He would survive, for now.
She pulled him up over her shoulder. The good thing about drained vampires was that they didn't weigh much. She trotted back to the house and carried him into his room. After kicking the coffin open, she layed him inside.
The coffin was not like she'd expected. Instead of a wooden box interior, it was padded at the bottom, and apholstered with red silk. He moaned and his eyes fluttered open. "What are you doing here?"
"Hoping for another kiss." Gertrudes eyes went as wide as Than's. She had not even been thinking that half a second before. His eyes flicked to the wound on her neck.
"You..." He winced a bit, probably thinking about the filthy Werewolf blood now flowing through his veins. Gertrude pulled away, realizing she'd let her body take control from her mind. This was a natural side effect of vampire bites. Making the victim less resistant.
The warrior in her turned it's back on him. The woman began to cry. "I'm sorry. You were bleeding out. I didn't know what else...I'm sorry."
Than stared at her for a moment. Her lips and throat were still trickling blood. It made him aware of the blood remaining on his lips. He licked it off. "Thank you. I might not have made it back if you hadn't been willing to do that. It was very brave of you."
He stood and wiped the tears off her face, and the blood off her lips. Licking his fingers he smiled down at her. He bent his neck and kissed her again. "Than..." She whispered.
"A kiss, I owe you my life, you may have a thousand kisses and more. Anything you ask for, tonight is yours." He kissed her throat again, his hands running up her neck to cradle her head. Pulling her close and lifting, he managed to get them both into the coffin without making too much of a show of it.
How does he manage to be so graceful? She asked herself. The coffin was even more different from inside. She'd been afraid that she'd be claustrophobic once the lid was shut, but it was cozy, like a den. Besides her attention was on Than's lips on her throat, not the enclosed space.
He moved to kiss her lips again. She knew now. It wasn't just the vampires kiss she desired.
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Post by Setg on Jan 16, 2006 9:27:55 GMT -5
((\I have modified my fight post accordingly - sorry for the confusion))
The pain woke titus with a dull thump. His body felt on fire, and he realised he had been sent to Hell. he opened his eyes expecting to see devils dancing before his eyes,and instead found the pastel shades of the wallpaper in his bedroom. The confusion caused him to frown, which caused him even more pain. He tried to sit up, but his body refused to co-operate. Realising he was safe, for the time being, he lay back and rested.
As he was nodding off, a sharp rap sounded on the door. without waiting for an answer, a tall burly vampire named Claude walked in, careful to avoid the sunlight creeping through the slight crack in the curtains. "What are you doing here?" croaked Titus "Saving your life, dog?" replied Claude, "saving your life."
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 16, 2006 17:31:03 GMT -5
With a gasp Pierce awoke abruptly.Breathing hard his hand goes straight to his weapons. To his misfortune they were gone. He hadnt even thought about how he was still alive. Looking around he was in a small room. He was elevated on a stone platform.
His clothing was ripped a little and his head was on fire. As Pierce reached back to feel the wound again he couldnt feel any damage at all.No cut or anything. "Wierd......what happened? He looked at the door and stood.
As he was standing he felt wierd. His head was splitting and his body seemed to be resistant to moving. It was stiff as if deciding to go or not.
Taking one step made Pierce fall to one knee and grab his head.He held in a scream of pain as something seemed to pound his brain.He stayed in that position for the better part of an hour before it began to subside.
He slowly stood again and took a small step to the door. Reaching his hand out the door he pulled it open. A slight ray of sun shot into his eye. Turning his head fast he found himself open his mouth and a small his erupted.
"Whats going on......?" He walked out into the light and saw he was coming out of a tomb. He was standing in the middle of a cemetary. He walked forward and saw through the glare many buildings and knew he was on the outskirts of the Vampire and Lycan town.
All of a sudden the memories hit him. The unknown beast, the two fine legs (When i say fine i mean female) . Did the creature die? why was he still alive? all would have to be answered.And the town was a good place to start.
(Ok he is going to start walking into the town but no one must notice him yet please.)
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Post by The General on Jan 17, 2006 1:22:32 GMT -5
((Ugh, Necrophelia.))
The death of the few Chupacabra's meant nothing to him. He was nothing special when it came to size, but Gaara still held his dominance over the other Chupacabra with ease. He had proved that yet again when he had killed that Lycan with the ease of killing an infant, snapping it's jaw back into it's brain.
The leaves and foliage snapped beneath Gaara's lumbering paws as he walked, and it was evident that he made no effort to hide himself from any passer by, and he really didn't need to. No creature, mortal or otherwise ever made it this far into the wood, save for Gaara. That was the way of things, and none of the others ever questioned it.
It was all going according to The Master's plan. Those who were meant to die, died. They did their jobs with pride, and with duty. They never questioned him, it was he that got their race this far...it was all a shadow in the back of their minds that he would not fail them. Gaara stopped in front of a looming cavern, shaking a bit of dead leaves from the quills on his back.
The scent from his Master quickly became apparent, and Gaara lowered his head, bowing to the figure that now stood before him.
* * *
Ruthless. Cunning. Deadly. Precise. Each and every one of those words matched up with Cassius perfectly. Traitor fit him as well. When the Chupacabra's had entered the area, attempting to take over everything in their path, he, unlike the others, had seen an oppurtunity. Most feared the beasts, loathed them even. So much that the pitiful cowards had to call upon the filthy Vampires for protection.
Like those undead sacks of dust could do anything for them.
Cassius took a step into the moon light, allowing the pale curtain of illumination to wash over him, revealing his striking features. Smooth skin, the tone of white alabaster stone held an odd glow, haloeing his distinguished features. Two intense golden amber eyes glinted in the angle of the light, framing the tone of his skin as well as the pure white hair that drifted from his head down to the middle of his back, perfectly well kept behind his ears, not a single strand in his face.
His lithe form was dressed simply, in the attire of a middle class man living in their times, and he carried no weapons to speak of on his presence. A small smirk crept across his thin lips as he anowledged Gaara kneeling before him.
"So, you have arrived, Gaara," He said in his smooth, deep voice. "Then everything goes as according to plan?"
The Chupacabra signalled his reply, and Cassius understood perfectly. It was not that the Chupacabra's lacked the ability to speak, it was that they lacked the ability to speak in any other than their own. Cassius full well understood their language, but Gaara was never one to talk unless he had to. Cassius admired that.
"See? You were not completely useless to me," Cassius commented amiably, turning to look at the Vampire chained to the stone wall. The Female vampire spat at his feet, hatred blazing in her eyes.
"My, my...such a lack of manners." He continued with mock surprise, walking over to her. He leaned close to her, whispering in her ear so that she could hear him perfectly. He enjoyed the scent of fear that rose from her as he leaned in. "Soon, little vampire, every Vampire that has come to the aid of my foolish brethren will die."
He kissed her lightly on the cheek, sending a chill up her spinal cord. He backed away, smiling falsly: and in a shower of gore raked his talons across her throat, severing the spinal cord and killing her instantly. He watched as he body began to revert to it's usual state, his hand returning to normal, the claws sliding back from talons to razor sharp nails.
He turned back to Gaara who watched emotionlessly, waiting for Cassius to finish. He nodded lightly to the Chupacabra, coldly ignoring the corpse at his side. "Gaara, call back the others who are still in position. We're ready to move on to Phase Two." He said calmly, walking back into the cave.
It was time, things had been set in motion that could not be stopped...the bellow of Gaara and the howls of the Chupacabra that dissapeared from existance at their leaders command were a testimony of that fact. A smile playing over his face, Cassius dissapeared into the darkness, blending in like a shadow.
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Post by econdha on Jan 17, 2006 4:38:30 GMT -5
a vampire being worse than colonel-filled-with-sand...how?
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Post by The General on Jan 17, 2006 19:20:35 GMT -5
a vampire being worse than colonel-filled-with-sand...how? And when did I say that 'colonel-filled-with-sand' wasn't gross?
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jan 17, 2006 23:48:05 GMT -5
This does sound fun. However Im afraid I cannot join, as I follow a set design of rules for as what I call a 'accurate' vampire. Fact one: after ten years of infection (being a vamp), vampires lose all body hair. Fact two: Vampires cant be killed by a stake through the heart, because their blood is circulated by skeletal muscles, vampires can easily survive injuries to the heart. Now if my character can follow my view of the vampire species, then I'd be happy to join this little RPG. I would prefer some capabilty of transformation, just so he can blend in with the humans better, but as that is simply a myth, that is out of the question. I already have quite a nice, blood intro scene inmind, given that I am allowed to enter this. PM the answer, if you will. PS: Your version of the Chupacabra is so terribly inaccurate. www.skeptiseum.org/images/chupacabra.jpgRead up on your characters a bit more darlin, it'll pay off in the long run. PS.2: www.geocities.com/Athens/Crete/9923/chupa.html Neat. PS.3: Fuck you General.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 18, 2006 19:14:43 GMT -5
I would really like to dissagree with the Chupacabra, i think the one she has is alot cooler than the faggoty one. No offense intended when i say that Colonel. Her version just seems to inflict more fear and looks better IMO. I would also like to say that the thing with Vampires is just like you said, "Your envision of an "Acurate" Vampire" There are many types from ideas by many people. I believe she is using a specific model. Plus it wouldnt be fair for you to have a Vamp that was better than the other Vampire players. Well i mean better as in harder to kill. Again, i am not trying to disrespect you in any way, but i just wanted to say what was on my mind.
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 18, 2006 19:43:37 GMT -5
Hearing the howls of the Chupa's Cyrus burns with anger and rushes out of the house. Stripping as he ran his muscles bulged his eyes turned to a nice cobalt as his fur began to cover his naked skin.As he ran he smelt a wierd arroma farther into the woods, he charged in. His 8'1 hulking form braking small trees in his dash.
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Post by econdha on Jan 19, 2006 11:45:12 GMT -5
This does sound fun. However Im afraid I cannot join, as I follow a set design of rules for as what I call a 'accurate' vampire. Fact one: after ten years of infection (being a vamp), vampires lose all body hair. Which is odd, because dead bodies don't, even after 10 years. Grrr who asked you anyway. As to your version of a vamp...play him as a bald guy, if you must. Don't let him get stabbed in the heart, if you must. But that'll be avoiding the issue. I chose the versions of each of these legends I felt would be somewhat equally matched. I never said I was going for accuracy. PS: Your Chupas suck. Mine kick ass. PPS: I'd also prefer to have RPers who are actually gonna post. However, open RP means open RP, so it's your choice.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jan 19, 2006 17:28:52 GMT -5
I would really like to dissagree with the Chupacabra, i think the one she has is alot cooler than the faggoty one. No offense intended when i say that Colonel. Her version just seems to inflict more fear and looks better IMO. I would also like to say that the thing with Vampires is just like you said, "Your envision of an "Acurate" Vampire" There are many types from ideas by many people. I believe she is using a specific model. Plus it wouldnt be fair for you to have a Vamp that was better than the other Vampire players. Well i mean better as in harder to kill. Again, i am not trying to disrespect you in any way, but i just wanted to say what was on my mind. For the Chubra, to each his own. There is no phyiscal evidence, other than the torn off and slightly decayed head, to prove what a Chubra truely looks like. But he version doesnt match the head, the skull formation, not even the countless eye reports. But to each his own. As for vampires, Im not basing my info off of myths and stories dear boy. Accuracy comes from knowledge, not some wives tale. As for my vamp being 'better' then others, that simply incorrect. My vamp is not the strongest nor does he claim to be. Well, maybe claim, he does have a ego. But nothing compared to that of the great Dracual/Vlad. If the vampire selected for this rpg was accurate, all the vampire characters would be the same way as mine. However it seems she has chosen the mythical pass. Oh well. Its amazing what strengths some people are willing to give up just be capable of having a full head of hair. Heh. Oh, and no disrespect, Matt.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jan 19, 2006 23:57:17 GMT -5
Name: Ulysses Creed Age: 148 Height: 6’1 feet Hair: Black (long) Weight: 168lbs Eyes: Dark brown Weapons: Fangs, claws, vampiric strength, long katana, rifle. Armor: None. Clothing: Black tuxedo suit. Picture: img4.imageshack.us/img4/3513/vampire6mm.pngBackground: Born and raised in a very rich and successful family, he spent little time doing ‘vampire things.’ He didn’t hunt out his prey, he merely ordered them like deserts, and due to his families fortune and power, he was never caught. However due to his father’s love for battle, he was forced to spend a good amount of his time training in the art of the sword. Ever since his father was slain by a vampire hunter, he has stopped using the sword, seeing it be much safer and more effective to simply hire someone to do his dirty work. But after years of neglected training and action has left him rather bored. With news of the werewolves’ situation and ’need’ for help with their new-found enemy, he saw this as a most perfect chance to relieve some long suppressed fighting desires of combat. (OOC: I shall post my intro shorty.)
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Post by econdha on Jan 20, 2006 3:03:17 GMT -5
I imagine you learned the sword by playing with sticks as a child. *nods and taps her temple knowingly*
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