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Post by Willow on Jul 3, 2008 7:30:19 GMT -6
Setting- Small Pub deep in a gothic-style city. Other roleplay takes place throughout the city.
I'll allow any werewolf characters if someone wants to whip one out, and humans as well. It's in a world parellel to ours, and technology isn't as close. There are guns, but they are fews. Knives and short swords are the more common weapon, and after dark, you can be sure anyone with a brain has one on their person.
The pub is called 'Dawn's Death'. The bartender is a blonde, dark-eyed male. Food is served, and the pub caters mostly to vampires and other creatures of the night. No alchohol past ten(or at all, if Elli isn't okay with it being mentioned...Not that my characters will be drinking that.)
I'll be using Gabriel, and doubling with Roan, possibly.
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Post by Willow on Jul 3, 2008 7:38:16 GMT -6
Gabriel entered several hours after the two moons had risen, his grey eyes just tinged with red. A fool would think he just needed sleep, but the average person would known him for what he was. His eyes flicking back and forth, restlessly, he approached the bartender, who handed him a glass of deep red liquid before Gabriel even spoke. Gabriel nodded curtly, and crossed to the dark corner to take a seat. A table of three of his own kind were talking quietly, and one glanced up as he passed, but said nothing. Gabriel was, after all, the loathed outcast. But no one bothered him, for he had a reputation, and that was fine with him. Even the stupid humans of the daytime hours knew his name. Well, some of them, Gabriel mused, stirring the drink with a sp.oons from the table. The sp.oons were made of a dark metal instead of silver, so not to burn the wolves.
He set the glass back on the table, untouched, and turned instead to study the contents of the pub. A handle of seemingly normal humans were becoming rowdy, and the bartender eyed the carefully, his hand under the counter. Gabriel knew they were wolves in a moment, at the flash of their eyes, which gleamed bright gold when they lost control.
Gabriel's lips drew back to show teeth stained with the blood of something, the expression contorting his face all the more. The scars tugged at his muscles, and he put a hand to his shoulder, where the deep bite was, curse that man to the last layer of hell.
ooc- Ergh, feeling extremely illiterate today...My bad.
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Post by Elli on Jul 15, 2008 9:29:05 GMT -6
((lol, it's all good. *sigh* You wouldn't mind you horrible admin to joined this roleplay... would you?))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Jul 15, 2008 14:23:04 GMT -6
((mind if I join with an elf? She's a bounty hunter. Perhaps someone wants Gabriel dead?))
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Post by Willow on Jul 16, 2008 10:24:23 GMT -6
ooc- Nu, wouldn't mind, go ahead both of you. and sure Kendi, that'll give us a plot to use.
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Post by Willow on Jul 16, 2008 10:27:34 GMT -6
ooc- I can double as Crowly, a werewolf lord who hired your elf to kill Gabriel.
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Post by Elli on Jul 16, 2008 20:11:54 GMT -6
((Kenyon will be coming in as a new vampire in town. So he has no idea how it all works. It should be interesting how Gabriel will take to his golden eyes... the same eyes as werewolves when they loose control.))
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Post by Elli on Jul 16, 2008 20:39:32 GMT -6
Kenyon looked back and forth in the small town, looking for a place where he could get a drink or two... not of alcohol, but of some blood. Spying a small pub, he crossed the path that was a road and went inside. Almost immeadiatly he wrinkled his nose... werewolves. He never has trusted those creatures, it seemed to just defile the laws of his nature.
Grabbing a drink from the bar tender his golden eyes swept the pub, spotting a group of vampires sitting at a table. One he knew was strong and capable... most likely the reining vampire in the area. He went to another table opposite of the pub from theirs, and he calmly sat down in the chair against the wall. All the while his eyes were examining the vampires, as if picking apart their social structure. His lovely silver/blonde hair was cropped to a length that was considered long, but was still short enough to stay out of his way when he was doing... work.
While examining the vampires, he noticed that some of the werewolves were getting a little wild. He took a drink and glancing at the vampires, wondered what they were going to do to stop the mangy dogs from making a huge scene and ruining most appetites. He wasn't about to get into someone elses matters unless the dogs would threaten himself... well then he would have to take action.
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Jul 16, 2008 20:52:18 GMT -6
((Okay, first thing: forgive my paragraphs of doom. And I hope this is alright. I tried to be vague about Crowly, but if you want me to change something I said, let me know. Lol, she feels so Mary-sue to me, but I'm trying to work out her character better through role playing)) A hooded woman sat near the window, quietly sipping a drink; -water, for she needed her mind to remain clear tonight. The glow from a wide moon came in from the window, and she watched it, gazing as though it were the only thing in the world she yet loved. Her pale face shown and her even paler eyes were round. Tiny lips were sealed shut, determined to hide all words. There was something almost malicious in the curve of her lips, but it came and went so that it might have only been a trick of the moon. But she was not a creature of the night; there were no fangs hidden behind her secretive lips. Her face shone like the immortal, yet there was something human about the woman. It mattered not now. All that could be seen of her was her silhouette in the moonlight; a form that looked misshapen and could easily be mistaken as a bent-backed old man. She had a small pack under her cloak, and for the moment, the woman knew that her current appearance would attract little attention. She needed solitude to gather her thoughts. It had been three nights since the secret guild to which she belonged had been visited by one of the more undesirable customers as of late; a servant and messenger of a Lord Crowly who was apparently someone with a questionable purpose. But the reason and morals of the hirers held little concern so long as there was enough pay involved. Of course, they had also been hired by good men for the ridding of evil rogues, but nowadays, their reputation for serving all sides had lost them many honorable assignments. Indeed, many of the members themselves had little good in them. As a darker mission, one would have thought that “Drake”, previously a dragon and monster slayer, would be chosen, but then again, he was quite untrustworthy, and like a dragon, was easily swayed by greed. He often held an easy theft above obscurity in his job. Quite often, he had nearly led authorities to the rest of the guild. The next obvious choice would have been a team job, but though some customers were more generous with payment than others, none were eager to take such a high risk for a split profit. So, strangely, it had befallen Lunetta. “I do not meddle with creatures darker than myself,” she said softly. Lunetta had been far from willing to be sent to make victims of vampires. Humans had always been her targets, and always in a team. “For thirty years you have been part of this group;” the master had said, “you have seen many grow older and take on greater tasks, and then retire or be caught and killed. Few members have we that have not grown older. Beside you, they all do as they are told. Let the apprentices work in teams, Lunetta. Prepare yourself; wear a thick collar, take your cloak, and be off.” That had been the last word on the matter. An hour passed, and Lunetta still kept her eyes fixed on the moon, allowing her thoughts to carry her away from the tavern. She had hunted for him; knowing to look for him in the towns where the night creatures lived. He was often a customer here. The bartender might know more, but the woman dared not show interest in a vampire among these beasts. She would wait until morning when the place had less of them. Then she would ask the bartender what he knew. Taking another sip, she continued to ignore the wolfish brawl.
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Post by Willow on Jul 17, 2008 11:24:39 GMT -6
ooc- If you guys don't mind, I'll play for alot of the background characters, but anyone feel free to powerplay these guys. I'm gonna name two of the wolves in the background who are fighting, just to give it some source. The male is a white wolf named Shale, and the female is Jerika.
bic- Gabriel sipped his drink lightly, his grey eyes watching the pub with utmost curiousity. The full moons were the source of the werewolves' viscious arousal, the heat driving them into hunting mode. Suddenly, one of them, half transformed snapped at a red-haired female, she growled back, her eyes glowing amber. Gabriel glanced at the bartender, who merely inclined his head in return and gave a light shrug. Do what you want, his eyes said.
The vampire looked up as a fledgling entered the bar and seated himself near the other group of vampires, looking nervous. Well. Gabriel narrowed his eyes, which flickered crimson, and rose to his feet just as the female lashed out at the male, whom he recognized as Shale, a rogue wolf with a nasty attitude.
"Oi!" Gabriel shouted. Several of the vampires and other patrons looked up, then look discretely away, but Shale flushed with irritation.
"What do you want, bloodsucker?" Shale snapped, his hands turned into claws and a thin line of fur appearing around his shoulders.
"Obey the rules, or get out," Gabriel snapped, jabbing a finger at his chest and then at the posted rules. 'No transformations in the bar'. Shale snarled at him, but sat back down at his seat without further arguement, his eyes dimming back to a blue streaked with golden-brown. Gabriel gave a sharp glance at Jerika, the female, and she looked pointedly away before disappearing outside.
Gabriel nodded curtly at one of the other wolves at the table, who returned the greeting, and the vampire returned to his table. He took note of a woman, he knew it was female by her scent, huddled by herself, and a smile unfurled on his pale lips. A human in a vampire bar. Insane. He passed by the fledgling deliberatly, turning his head to meet Kenyon's eyes, then seated himself back at his table in the corner.
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Post by Elli on Jul 17, 2008 13:15:23 GMT -6
Kenyon gazed at Gabriel, his look showed his was unfazed. He now knew who was the one that was mainly in charge... or at least the most powerful. Taking another sip of his drink, he glanced around the room. Then a scent hit his nose. Human... he took a second glance to make sure that the bar was meant for vampires after a certain time. He wondered what was up with the idiotic creature.
Stretching Kenyon glanced again to the wolves, his nose wrinkling with obvious disgust. Whoever's idea to allow the mongrels in the pub was a bigger idiot than the human was. Oh well, he'd have to live with it.
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Post by Elli on Jul 17, 2008 13:15:45 GMT -6
((I'm thinking about bringing Cam in.))
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Post by Willow on Jul 17, 2008 13:24:29 GMT -6
ooc- Go ahead Elli. I'm bringing in Roan. bic- "Gabriel." He looked up, and his gaze hardened. It was one of the wolves, a lean female with reddish brown hair and clear emerald eyes. "Roan." he returned the greeting with a slight nod. Roan had her arms crossed across her chest. "You should be more careful, ya know?" "Hmm." Gabriel sipped his drink. "What do you want?" "Shale's in a bad mood, it'd be wise not to mess with him," Roan replied, wrinkling her nose as the whiff of the drink reached her. He grinned, showing sharp white teeth, and held out the crystal glass to her. "Want some?" "In your dreams, bloodsucker." Roan whirled away, back to her table of the mongrels, Gabriel thought bitterly. He looked back over at the new vampire. His eyes were yellow, like Shale's were right now as he glared at Gabriel from across the room, and that made Gabriel uneasy. A hybrid? he wondered. Or a wolf turned vampire? Then he shrugged. It wasn't his problem. But nevertheless, he was curious. And Gabriel knew how to learn the answer. "Hey, fledge," he called, looking at Kenyon, his eyes flickering with just a speck of red. ooc- I guess we outa wait on Kendi. I g2g anyway. See ya elli.
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Post by Elli on Jul 17, 2008 13:36:19 GMT -6
((Yeah... we should lol))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Jul 17, 2008 23:13:10 GMT -6
((oops, I forgot there were two moons. Also, Lunetta isn't completely human. She's half elf.)) Feeling dark eyes on her for a brief moment, Lunetta's eyes left the window. The wolves had been silenced, and that she now took notice of. Quiet again was the tavern, and a slight uneasiness came over her. She had known a vampire; some time ago. He had attacked one of the other members and the master had delt with him. Lunetta's experience with vampires and even with werewolves was limited. She had mistakenly come at the wrong time and was now aware of it. Such a dangerous act of ignorance!
((forgive me for my lack of knowledge, but vampires can be killed with a stake, right? -It's been a long time since I've read much about them. Anyway, continue with what you guys are doing for now. I don't have a lot of time for this reply. I might have more inspiration tomorrow))
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Post by Willow on Jul 18, 2008 7:26:46 GMT -6
ooc- Don't worry, vamp expert is here. A cross is only useful if you have faith, holy water the same. Garlic doesn't work on vampires whom you've invited into your home, which by the way, a vampire cannot enter someone's home without their permission. Once allowed in the first time, a vampire can enter at any time with or without permission. A oak(must be oak)stake, driven into the heart, will paralyze a vampire so it can be either drained(vampire blood is a big money item on the black market. it gives you the abilities of a vampire for a short while, but it also makes it easier for a vampire to find you) or killed by cutting off the head and shredding the body. Yes, digusting, I know. A vampire is created by a blood fusion(yes, vampires can bleed, they just don't have a lot of blood). The victim often receives a bite on the neck and has their blood drunk until they are almost faint, and then they drink vampire blood, or their is a simple cut on the palm of each, the vampire and the other, and the clasp hands, mixing blood. It depends on your source. A vampire doesn't have to kill it's victim to feed, but that victim must be careful never to drink the blood of a vampire, for it might be the blood of the one who bit them, and they too will become a creature of the night. In some stories(although not in mine), vampires have great, bat-like wings or can shift into bats at will, as long as they are in the light of a moon. Figure I might as well bring up the werewolf things too.. For the week of the full moon, werewolves are incredibly violent and eager to hunt, and will break through laws to get their next meal. They are highly allergic to silver, and once it reaches the bloodstream, the infected area must be either cut away or an antidote found, or the wolf will die. Werewolves sometimes have two shapes, a human and a wolf form, or three, a human, a half-wolf beast, and a wolf form. They can shift at any time at will, but during the three days of the full moon, they are forced to shift. A werewolf can be created, creating the two-shape wolf, or born, making the three shape. The disease is contracted by a bite that draws blood, and the first transformation for a created wolf is incredibly painful, which some find a worthy price to pay for the ability to shift. Created wolves can not shift during the day. A silver bullet or a good knock around the head with something silver are two of the few things that can kill a wolf. I think that's everything...
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Post by Elli on Jul 18, 2008 21:30:03 GMT -6
((Kenyon's on 'business', he doesn't know why yet.)) Kenyon glared at Gabriel, "I'm no fledgling. If you care to take notice, I am nowhere near that age... and I haven't been called that in awhile. I'm here on business and business alone. Once I'm through with it I'll leave this town." He looked pointedly at the werewolves. "I do have a question though about your home... why on earth do you allow muts in here?" He didn't care if the wolves heard him. It would just be a good reason for him to kill them. He was always prepared for a fight. He was a member of a certain vampire guild, one that few know of. All vampires are fed silver often so that if they get into a fight with the wolves, thier blood would be potent to them. They also have silver placed on their nails, and weapons of silver on hand. Their guild was one that despised the wolves, and they always let that part be known.
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Jul 18, 2008 23:21:23 GMT -6
((I actually knew a lot more about werewolves than vampires. XD))
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Post by Willow on Jul 19, 2008 18:59:30 GMT -6
Gabriel raised a brow, a mocking smile on his face. He'd read the boy quickly by his reaction, and made a note to send Roan on a lookout for him. His eyes were glowing bright red now, his black, slitted pupils expanding slightly. He sipped his drink, leaned back in his chair, and sighed, eyes shutting. When they opened, they were grey again.
"Those 'mutts' happen to be civilians in my city. As of yet, they have done nothing wrong, so I see no reason to send them out. They respect me, and I give them the same. After all, most of them were both once human, the same as me, and I know a few who didn't choose to be what they are. Blood, even of a wolf, cannot be helped," Gabriel said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper to the human ear, but another vampire would have no trouble picking it up. "If you have a problem with my wolves, you will deal with it through me first, and I'll let you know what you will be allowed to do with having your head lopped off and steeped in the sap of an oak."
It was a direct threat. "You touch them without talking to me first, and trust me, you will become the newest member in the ranks of hell. I will personally make sure of that."
Gabriel, by nature, didn't like the wolves very much either, but they were his to control, and they would obey him. This why he was an outcast of the vampiric world, for the most part, for he was the only lord who allowed wolves in is city. Shale, a natural rebel, gave him trouble occassionally, but he was still a whelp. In time, Gabriel knew, he'd come around or leave. The vampire lord drained his drink and set it down, where it was instantly whisked away by an attractive blonde vampire, who smiled prettily at Gabriel before disappearing behind the bar.
He touched his fingertips togther, drumming them against each other, his cold grey eyes on the table, a smile flitting on his lips.
"So. Business, in my city." Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes falling on the wolves. Roan was glaring steadily at him, but at his glance, she flushed and looked away, instantly sliding into a conversation with Shale and another female. "You know, it's common courtesy among the clans to declare business to the lord before starting a job. And I expect that from even a impudent vampire who cannot control his temper. Which would explain why I greeted him as a fledgling."
Gabriel looked amused as he watched Kenyon for a reaction, taking his left hand and brushing away his coal-black hair from his face. In the motion, the hood that had been over his head and shadowing his thin face fell back, revealing horrific scars. There was a deep nick on his right jaw, the lower part partially ripped away. Three more, longer and not as deep, reached across the right half of his face, the longest tearing across his pointed nose. A fifth, half the size of the longest, stopped just below the corner of his eye, and anyone with a brain could see that the marks were made of five long, clawed fingers teating across his face. The effect was menacing, twisting the corner of his mouth into a permenant look of pain, and the right eye corner was blackened. All the scars were, dark with dead skin and disease. His face was something from a nightmare, and at the revealing, several nearby vampires lowered their eyes to keep from staring. By now, he was used to it. For he had been this way more many forgotten, long years. A tortured, pained soul with a past he wished he could forget.
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Post by Elli on Jul 21, 2008 16:39:49 GMT -6
Kenyon nodded, "Okay... thanks for that information. It was very helpful." He listened to what Gabriel spoke with an attitude that most would think was disenterest. "Okay, yes I know that's how it usually works, but I didn't know I was coming here. I'm following a trail and that is all I can disclose of my buisness. It's nice to know who is in charge here. I was beginning to wonder who it was." He didn't address the comment about his temper... he got that alot. There was a reason why he had a temper towards werewolves. He calmly took in the scars on Gabriel's face. Alot of the members in his clan were scarred up like Gabriel. He examined him for a moment. "Werewolf?" --- Cam blinked her eyes. Where was she? Then she remembered... she had become a... well she didn't really want to think about it. She sat up, a wince going across her face as she stretched her wounds. Standing up she walked towards the bar where she heard there was blood. She didn't know what was going to happen... she hadn't have time to think after it had happened. Opening the door her mouth started to salivate and she smelled the most appeasing scent. She felt revolted when she realized that the smell was blood.
Ignoring her hunger she went to a table sat in a chair and grabbed her knees. She needed to think what had happened. She wanted some of the blood, but her humanity didn't want her to drink any of the blood. Her eyes were a bright red from her bloodlust, her bright red hair almost matching them.
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