Lost city.( vampire, lycan etc roleplay,Open to all)

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Hell no! I don't want this thing to die!!! You and me can keep pounding away at it, maybe draw in some new folks, maybe get some of the others more active... Whatchu think?)

IC: "Well thats a right interestin' idea son. Maybe we could gather some sorta work force together, show 'em how to do better, give 'em a chance to set themselves right..."

Scratching his fuzzy chin, waiting for the teapot to give its throaty whistle, the Lynx wondered just how much they might do, and whether it would be for the best or not. There were several factors, factors that the Wolf knew nothing of, but that might just take umbridge to such an act... "Tell ya what, why don't you bed down for the night, get yourself some sleep, and I'll sleep on it myself. I don't think those fangheads are gonna show this evenin', not with dawn comin' up so quick now."

 

[Keldun_Rae]

"Sounds like a reasonable assesment to me. The mention of sleep reminds me of how little I've had these past nights. My mind and body grow weary and need rest. My hotel is nearby, and since I've already paid for the room, I might as well make use of it. Seems only proper when you think about it, don't you think?"

Sighing softly, Tassiar considers all that has occured in the past month, especially the pull this city has had on him and his inability to delay coming here for too long.

I wonder just what events are supposed to unfold here and what part I'm expected to play in them.

 

[blackopal19]

ooc sorry....will post again here shortly. Been trying to be a better student after a horrible last semester.....

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: No worries Opal, I'm still reeling from trying to get my midterms done! Oh, and it looks like you're the head Vamp for the time being, so enjoy the power!)

Shrugging his shoulders, Jack plead non-chalance to the Wolf's statement. He had offered to let the youngster bed down here, but understood very well if he didn't want to. Besides, he had already payed for the place, or so he said. "Suite yerself." he said amiably "But if ya wanna save some cash fer later, you can come back here tomorrow night. Like I said before, I got plenty of room."

Snatching the pot off the stove just as it began sputtering, he saved them the trials of that piercing screech, and poured the near-boiling liquid over the aluminum ball he had been filling with dried herbs while he waited. The scented steam curled around his head, filling his nostrils with the heady aroma of the potent mixture, reviving him slightly even through that slight carryover. He didn't know where Garnet had discovered this combination, but it damn sure worked!

Carrying the mug with him, he turned and walked back to his spot on the couch, looking over at the Wolf as he passed him, and wondering if he might have rethought the idea of leaving. Don't matter none to me. he thought to himself As long as he don't try snugglin or somethin', he can stay if he wants. If not, he remembers where the door is.

 

[Keldun_Rae]

"A most gracious offer, friend Jack. But for tonight, I'll stay at the hotel. As I've said, the room's payed for already. However, if tommorow night your offer still stands, I'd be honoured to accept it."

 

[static_pulse]

This is such a cool thread, let's not leave it to die....

 

[blackopal19]

Garnet sensed something different. Talia had gone. Which meant....yes, she was free. Sort of.

It didn't take her long to get to Talias old apartment. She gathered her magic items...and then on a second thought placed them back. She went through the wardrobe, and chose only the outfits she liked. She did the same to the entire apartment, making it hers and less Talia's.

The sun was only beginning to rise as Garnet stood on the balconey. Something washed over her...much less anger...but something cold. She for once had the Power she sought...and for once was going to make use of it for her, and herself only.

The City and all the inhabinants be damned.

She turned and went inside, closing the glass doors and draperies, awaiting the darkness of night once more.

 

[static_pulse]

the Homecoming......

name: Marcus Caine
age: 27
height: 6' 0"
build: muscular-medium
eyes : hazel brown
hair : black
species : human
class : hunter-warrior, archeologist, historian, weaponsmith
alignment : none, this solitary human has pledged himself an enemy to both lycans and vampires...
personality : a human whose actions shows the coldness of a vampire and the fiery rage of a lycan.....
weapons and equipment:
- infra-red shades that can identify the unique heat(and absense of) signatures from both lycans and vampires.
- 3 x 2” retractable silver-tipped claws on both gloves.
- 2 pairs silver and wooden stakes hidden and can be launched on both arms.
- 1 x sawed-off shotgun with silver shells
- 1 x 6-shot modified revolver capable of launching specialized ammo
- 2 x 9mm pistols.
- Marcus is is his own weaponsmith so its ok to be expecting some cool new toys from him later...

description: a highly skilled fighter, from hand-to-hand to longrange bows and rifles, this is a hunter to be reckoned with by both vampires and lycans alike

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IT was a windy autumn afternoon........His trenchcoat flowing with the wind, the dark haired stranger stood over a trio of crosses amidst a field of tombstones. It was exactly 19 years ago when his family was killed by a pack of werewolves, the tinge brought by the smell of blood, still fresh on his nostrils. Gazing at the cool green grass, he remebered the bloody and mutilated corpses underneath them....the corpses that were his parents... In his ears reverberates the screams of her 3 year old sister as her leg was being gnawed off by one of the wolves. The ragdoll tossed around by the wolves....was the mangled body of his sister...The image of the wolves sneering at him, burned into his brain...
Since the carnage, Marcus has devoted every second of his life to learning and training...his being consumed by a perpetual rage ...he has vowed to get the being-the animal responsible for his family's death....Learning everything there was to know bout his abominable prey...
training his mind and body into a weapon...a weapon fashioned by his rage.....tempered by time....he has been ready.....19 years passed...19 years of the same endless nightmare... haunting him everytime he chose to close his eyes...

No amount of lycan blood was able to quench his thirst for vengeance...
if anything, it has only fueled the fires of rage burning in his very soul...
Till the last filthy drop of lycan blood has been spilled into the god-forsaken earth, he will not rest....
As to why they didn't kill him together with his family, still he knows not. 'I'll kill every last one of 'em if its the last thing I did, this I know', Marc grunted under his breath.......
It was only lately when he learned that the lycan attack on his parents was ordered by a certain vampire coven who felt his father's research was a threat. He remembered his father's research facitlity burning to the ground... how he survived-he knows not.....
The coven he now managed to track back to this city-his city! The city of his childhood. Never had he dreamed of coming back to this place...It would be too much for him to take....Every street brought back different waves of nostalgia as he remembered....
But-no...something is amiss......the place....somehow tainted....with evil that he has yet to comprehend......
Marcus felt for the safety switch of his weapon of choice( Click )...his modified revolver.....this would be some homecoming indeed.....

 

[static_pulse]

(OOC: sorry forgot one last detail on my character... Marcus is human, just a puny human, I hope you folks don't kill him immediately hehehehe....MArcus hates vamps and lycans ...He'd kill himself before turning into one-but your all welcome to try though, let's just see what happens

 

[static_pulse]

the old house....

The sun has just set on the horizon but the sky was still blazing with fiery orange as if its rays was refusing to die with the setting sun...
Marcus walked the all too familiar road to the mansion where his parents raised them.......Flashes of his childhood came flooding back intermittently, images of him hopping in these once perfect cobblestone walkways. He shook the mem'ries away....tis not the time for daydreams....You'll never know what's lurking behind these corners

 

[KaosMom]

Test...

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Happy Jack was not happy at all. It had been several days since the mysterious dissappearance of the elder vampire, and he had yet to see the younger ones either... That worried him. He had caught faint traces of stories concerning Garnet... that she had been seen here or there, that she was at least still around, but hadn't bothered yet to contact her. She may well be the most powerful creature within this crumbling ruin of a city at the moment, or at least the only one that cared, but to tell the truth, the old Lynx was just too damned busy to bother at the moment.

With winter coming in hard, he had been scrambling to find places for all the homeless to crash, and was even now wandering through the scorched husk of one of the greater houses on the edge of town to determine if it was safe to occupy or not. His sharp ears listened intently for the telltale creaking that would signify a weak structure, and he was sniffing about to check for any dangerous new plants, molds, or vermin that might have tried to gain a foothold since last year. He could detect nothing, and the house seemed stable enough. He had been finishing up his inpromptu inspection, however, when he had discovered the hidden door...

Now here he stood, his mind racing with the possible implications of the room as he studied it carefully, seeking the way to open it. He was near the center of the house, and it was quite evident that should this be more than a secreted closet there was a structure beneath this house... one that had been used for a purpose that Jack did not, at present , know. He couldn't help but realize that in a city where Vampires and Lycans walked freely, where magic danced in colorful swirls of light in the dim shadows of the seemingly endless twilight, and where humanity had found room for all of its own debaucheries and sinful little secrets, this hidden room or complex might hold any number of horrors...

Then, like a bad rendition of a terribly cliche production... his ears twitched at the sound of footsteps on the cobblestones outside... No, Happy Jack was not happy at all...

Not happy at all...

 

[Keldun_Rae]

((ooc: Glad to see the thread's still alive. I'll post soon.))

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Yeah, my collegic life suddenly took on a life of its own. Sorry 'bout that! lol)

 

[blackopal19]

Night fell once more on the city and Garnet rose with the onset. She dressed, and tied her thick hair into a single braid that fell nearly to her rear. Her velvet pouch hung comfortabley from the belt upon her hip. Instead of her usual wares to sell, it contained a dangerous concoctions of spells and potions that would make anyone...human, lycan, or vampire.....very sorry to have crossed her.

She decided to see that wretched lycan again. If for only the memory of Talia. Something had been on the verge of happening, and it seemed it now had been put on the backburner. She wanted to see if she had anything to gain from it.

She appeared on the street only moments later. She walked confidently, powerfully. She had embraced who she was finally, and now knew that no one was her equal.

It didn't take her long to find the same old alley. But she sensed that the one she seeked wasn't here. However, there was always the chance.

 

[Keldun_Rae]

Tassiar walks down the night darkened street, his eyes roaming over every shadow and rooftop, studying his surroundings very carefully. One never knows where an attack might originate. Best to stay on your toes at all times.

Without knowing why, for certain, he turns down an alley and makes his way between a pair of large buildings, using the shadows as perfectly as any cat in order to hide himself from view. Passing from alley-way to alley-way, he stalks onward, not sure where he's headed, but trusting his instincts as always.

They have never let me down yet. In fact, if not for them, I'd have died long ago. What lies in these alleys that seems to draw me? I'd best remain cautious and ready to react in a split second.

When he reaches the mouth of the alley where Garnet entered, he stays to the darkest shadows and comes to a stop. Something is going to happen here... And before too long...

 

[static_pulse]

first blood....

As the twilight finally swallowed the skies, a certain part of him has opened up to embrace this darkness. There was something in the night that made him .... something else...... it was the part in him he could not understand.... every emotion in him deepens as the darkness of the night gets deeper.....it is in this mental-emotional state where he is most atune with his senses...night is not something that gives him rest.....sleeping in this state, would only give him a barrage of nightmares-and that is if he managed to sleep at all....

It is at this hours.....when the sun is dead on the horizon.....this is when he truly feels...........ALIVE!

Metal garbage drums started lighting as homeless bums did their best to stay warm... Marcus can't feel anything but contempt for these filthy human garbage...He was engulfed in disgust as the thought came to him that all his life has been spent saving these pathetic humans from his preys.

He stayed away from the stink as he made his way closer to the home he once knew....The house still stood... in all its magnificent glory....with patterns of soot adorning the faded brick wall.... He started to trace the black smoke patterns, apreciating how the soot patterns formed something like a...what-the........It was here that he's infrared lenses started to show a fuzzy red shadow....every nerve in his body twinged sending shivers and jolts to his now tensed muscles-lycans!....so my house has pests already....looks like its gonna be an open season on lycans this winter....He refocussed the lenses trying to get a definite profile on the blur when-----“Could you spare an old folk a penny sir?” the sudden sound broke his focus, as he walked gazed transfixed unto the house, he have failed to notice a bearded old man sitting on the side of the street, Now his stares burned into the gawky geezer's pleading eyes for a second...and in a sudden flash of anger he gave the cup in the man's bony out-stretched arms a quick side kick. All the man's weak eyes saw was a blurr before the cartillages of his hands were crushed into the tin cup. The sound of bones crunching into metal followed by the short-breathed wails of the old man hit him like a transforming lycans sound- fueling the rage that's already blinding him..as the spinning twisted cup flew...he was already on the move.....with the speed of an olympic gold medalist sprinter...he dashed into the house...Never taking his eyes of the red blur in his lenses – 2” silver tipped claws at the ready Marcus dived claws first(acting as a battering ram) into one of the windows.....the old wooden planks covering the windows bursts into tiny splinters as his body shot through the opening....both hands going for the two 9mms tucked in his back just above his waist....turning in the air he saw a glimpse of the lycan....a split second later shots were ringing in the air-as he released a volley of silver slugs...each pistol aiming for the pair of luminouscense that were the cat-man's eyes......

 

[static_pulse]

thought you guys were never gonna reply take a break every now and then guys

remember.....
All work/study and no play made Marcus a dull hunter

see yah..

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Standing there, looking at that damned door, Jack was lost amidst the realm of possibilities. That is, until his sharp ears caught the screech of that damned dog whistle. It was a safety measure, a way for the homless to let him know of trouble nearby, and he reacted instantly. His form shifted and grew, hair and claws sprouted from ruddy bare skin, and he swung around to face whatever threat might possible be slinking in now.

Well, maybe not exactly slinking. Even as the shutter splintered inward Jack was moving, his body flowing with a liquid grace and inhuman speed as the hunter came up guns first. He could smell the silver he carried, and knew that the shots fired were probably designed specifically to deal with his kind. Yes, this one knew what he was doing... but had no idea who he was trying to do it to.

Snapping to the side, the Lynx twisted out of the path of those screaming shots, their fiery path tearing through the air a few inched to his left, but still at head level. Dropping down now, the old Lycan coiled and released, launching himself forward at about chest level, his own clawed hands snapping outward to snare the silver-tipped hands of his attacker. He wasn't going for the kill, he had no need, but he did need to stop the threat. His attack was instead intended to knock them back, to knock them over, and end with ol'Jack on top, and hopefully in a bit more control.

His moves had been instantaneous, quicker than most could follow with the bare eye, and his weight, though not as great as that of some of his larger cousins, was more than might be expected for his six-foot frame. This was a creature born and raised to hunt, to react to threats quickly, thoughtlessly... and trained over more years, more centuries than he wished to remember in survival, in sharpening those abilities. A hunter, no matter how skilled, was but a pale comparison to the beast that was called Jack. He was the hunter here, and was more than able to prove it. This man, this attacker, was lucky though. Had he attacked any other Lycan, they would have just killed him if they were able. But Jack was curious...

 

[blackopal19]

She sensed him as soon as he entered the alley. There was no hiding from what her vampiric senses told her. She turned, her eyes scanning the shadows, looking for his form.

Gunshots rang in the background, but they were nothing special. They were just part of the usual night sounds.

"I see you've found me."

Her stomach rumbled. She needed to feed. But first she would deal with whatever would happen next.

 

[static_pulse]

As he flew into the room he met the lycan eye to eye...The last glimpse he saw of the lycan was it shifting-no, more like snapping to the right...as he landed and rolled on the floor. He knew that he missed and that was a fatal mistake....he knew that in dealing with these animals you only get to miss once......As he stood to confront it, the cat-wolf-man thing's weight crushed into his chest.....He would've been knocked unconscious if not for the titanium plates casted into his chest and torso...but this were plates designed to stop bullets, not a plummeling body of a 6-foot lycan...the wind was knocked out of him.....Marcus tried to roll to get on top of the lycan but its cat-like agility overwhelmed him...pinned down...both arms held by the lycans massive paws...pistols tossed and nowhere to be seen, Marcus couldn't reach for the silver stakes sheathed on both his forearms...
(In the lynx moment of hesitation Marcus had his first clear view of what he was up against...it was a cat, yes, a lynx to be exact, he has come across a few in his travels to the alaskan wilderness and the northern tundras...he found them aloof by nature and secluded in its natural environment... marcus have found it hard to study these polymorphic beings....)
Instinctively, training kicked-in, curling his knees and legs into the space between his and the lycans torsos, Marcus managed to push the lycans massive body over his head...then flipping himself upright while twisting his body to face the lycan all the while unsheathing a foot-long silver stake. Now with both feet on the ground, stake in hand, he assumed a fighting stance...trained in varied forms of martial arts, from the original Hindi kung-fu to Brazilian capoiera...marcus was a deadly adversary....
Even as he was psyching-up for the atack... marc can't help but be sweeped by a wave of nostalgia as he realized they were now in the family's living room, or what was left of it...his mother's voice calling out his name as he was trying to slide down the arm-railing....images of the 6-year old marcus...full of mischief...came flooding back.....him slipping off the railing....how mother rushed to his aide, medkit in hand....then like a crimson curtain closing a well-lit theatre stage...reality crept back into scene, now he was staring at this.......thing.....3 flights up the staircas... looking at him.....that was when the sneering face of the wolf that attacked his little sister came back to him.....from his defensive stance he sprang to action..... extending his left arm shooting the silver stake-while lunging forward with the other stake on his right-in place......he attacked

 

[Keldun_Rae]

She sensed him as soon as he entered the alley. There was no hiding from what her vampiric senses told her. She turned, her eyes scanning the shadows, looking for his form.

"I see you've found me."

"It would indeed appear so, would it not? After all, here we both of us stand. I was wondering if perhaps we might partake of a short and maybe mutualy beneficial discussion. Do you have the time now, or should I perhaps wait for a later hour or even night?"

As he stands there, Tassiar studies every last detail of the vampire in front of him. He takes in her scent so as to better be able to recognize her and locate her, should he ever need her. Though he appears relaxed at at ease, he's still very much capable of springing to immediate action if needed.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Slamming into the hunter shoulderfirst, Jack felt the metal plates hidden within the humans clothing absorb the blow, even as they gave him a bit more of a jolt than he had been expecting. Now, having been flipped, he faced off against him once more, the stink of the silver stakes filling the air in the chamber as they poised themselves for that split second.

What the hell are you doin' boy?" he growled softly, not really understanding what could be driving the man so, but he had no real time to ponder his own question as the hunter suddenly leapt forward, those silver spikes darting through the air in a focused attempt to pierce his hide.

He recognised the skill the man had, the training it must have taken to forge his body and will to such a degree, and respected the dedication that it took. This, however, was no training ring. The man meant to kill him here, and that was something that Jack just couldn't really allow... more for personal reasons than anything else. He watched the languid beauty that marked the movements of his attacker, noted the strength and skill displayed as he thrust forward, leaping to skewer his target with those poisonous stakes... and casually lifted the nearby couch and slammed it into the flying body, knocking it across the room and into the opposing wall.

As he advanced, following up on his 'defensive maneuver', the Werecat tried the one thing he always fell back to. He began talking, asking questions. Look mister, I don't know what set you off, but I got no real reason to kill you here. You wanna back the fuck off and talk, or keep scrappin till I pound that fancy armor of yours into new and interesting shapes? I don't even know who you are, and you come in here guns blazin like its the old west. You don't smell too much like a Vampire, so I doubt they sent you to kill me, though I've given them enough reason. Hell, those damned fang heads just don't like it when folks get in their face about killin folks! So what are ya, freelance? Zealot? Simple egotist? What the hell are you huntin Lycans for?"

 

[Anise Lecroix]

The time had passed like the sands of an unexplored desert.The time drifting gives rise to the feeling that a new presence had returned once more to the city.The shadows themselves slowly twist and writh as their master makes her presence known to the two that seemingly dance in the glorious act of survival.A dark place grows to pitch black as the very shadows slide towards it to greet their lover.Flowing upwards to create what seems to be a portal that holds the hieght of ten feet as well as a four foot vertical distance.Anise hidden by her shadows allows herself to finally be seen as lid's slowly slide open to emit the yellow serpentine orbs as Anise gazes at the two men from the saftey of her refuge.Unseen parted red painted lips give rise to reveal twin stakes that are also longer as well as thinner then most kindred.Soft laughter her only reply as Anise watches the fight unfold.Orbs gazing at both intently as the expression of a cold calculating is noted.Then pushing her form from the grasp of the shadows her plae bare left foot steps first followed by her right.The Five foot Seven inch lithe frame gives itself a gentle tug to seperate its form from the grip of the shadows, Soft clanking sounding off as the rings that bind her waistlength raven hued hair meet eachother.Anises path deadly silent like most kindred.One slight bend of both legs sends her form upwards to cling to the ceiling above the hunter and Rufus.Tilting her head slightly to the left to watch the show.The corners of red lips curling upwards into a smirk that tells she will not interfere but desires to watch the show.Anise returning and just when things are heating up.Such is the way with ones like her.

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" The darkness is given life from the Golden Gods gift of short lived death. The ticking hands continue to count away the passing lost time. Chiming give breath of life to the shadows that are adored. A stranger in passing has come seeking refuge. Mysterious like the very sands of a lost desert, that has faded into decay. Your soul feels the chill of Death’s hand, arms merely part to greet this unknown soul. This stranger, this lover. Sharp breaths tell of the sting of fangs. The drowsy feeling of longing for more as life itself slips away, Slips away into coldness, Into longing for love, For the lovers gift. Your father’s gift of cold lips, deadly passions that allow you to finally live for the first time. Just as the sands of that forgotten desert. Drifting away to the passages of time. for now, forever. "

Anise LeCroix.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Hey there Anise! I thought you had dropped off the board! Glad to see you back. I'm going to wait for static to post again before I respond, and cover both her presence, and whatever is thrown up at that time.)