~*Those Who Dream at Sunrise*~ (The sequal to DotBM) IT BEGINS! (Limited LSU's!)

[Master Rudy]

The thunder crashed outside the cold stone walls of what once was called the Church of the Guiding Light. No living thing had set foot within these hallowed walls since its caretaker was killed in the fight for the human race seven years ago. Indeed, there were few living that had actually known there was a battle for the very survival of the humans of the world. One night was all it took, one night, and many dead. But most humans had gone on as nature indended they do, blissfully unaware of that which was not staring them directly in the face.
The night was cold, as the wind whipped violently outside, but she felt none of it, not even as a broken window occasionally sent stinging sprays of cold water upon her face. Her eyes were intent at what she had come for. Her hands shook as she gingerly picked up the large leatherbound book, worked in gold script. "Know thy enemy", he had said once, and indeed as she opened the book those words, written in a neat flowing script, echoed her thoughts like a ghost of the man himself.

Too many memories. The ghosts were heavy here, ghosts of the time where she feared for her life more than any other time. Here and there were smears of blood that told the story clear as words on a page. She did not want to be here. But she had what she came for, so drawing her cloak tighter around her and the book to keep both as dry as could manage, she swept from that haunting place of memory, and down the streets of Wood Water.

Its been seven years since the night that almost broke the world. Seven years since the natives of Earth, both human and vampire, drove off the invaders from the City of the Night high above in orbit around Earth. Their leader, the great and ancient Vampire known as Lantis, was killed just before dawn on the Night of the Blood Moon. Humans, dampiels, and vampires worked together to ensure the safety of all the world, for the invaders saw the Earth as theirs by right, and cared not for how much blood must spill to see their claim.

They had underestimated the determination of the inhabitants, and, indeed, living within their safe prison amoung the stars, they could not forsee the changes that had occured far below. The struggle to survive on the planet forced the humans to adapt from the docile cattle the vampires from the City had been used to.

But the ashes had long been blown away, dust from years ago barely worth remembering by those who knew of it in the first place. Life had gone on, the dead have been buried and laid to rest. There would always be those who mourned, but these also have realised the importance of living, for those that have died did so to ensure life to others.

Life had gone on, but darkness still rode on the cold wind as another fall turned to winter.

The wind blew past the streets of Wood Water, blowing across the tops of trees bordering the countryside, pine and oak, the latter all but bare of its leaves. The wind continued, harder and faster as it rose higher, past the cliffs bordering the ocean, dark as night and frothy, past villages and farms, until it seemed to hit an invisible wall at the edge of a City not unlike Wood Water. Here the wind had died, though it was no less cold. as small flakes of snow drifted slowly to the quiet street.
No living thing walked the streets tonight, but that didnt stop the shadows from drifting down each stone alley, it didnt stop Those Who Were Not Alive from roaming about Their city. For they were Lords, and the City's inhabitants were theirs to use and command.

And after all, who was there to say no to Those Who Dream at Sunrise?

Since Brandy has been a little bit on the busy side as of late I'm going to go ahead and be the one to post the start topic. LSU's are still being taken with approval. Also some of you still have profiles to post (I'm looking at Kalah, JT and Dru! )

In any event I myself am currently unable to get the ball rolling. I will however set the stage for someone to make a first post introducing their character if they wish. Please remember to repost your profile prior to your first post as your character so it can easily be found for reference on this first page. Finally as a friendly reminder while this is many thousands of years into the future keep in mind that technology has been lost for the most part. This is based on the world of Vampire Hunter D after all ^_~

December 1st, 12117
6:10 PM
As the sun starts to set a cold wind blows through the streets of the city and it's surrounding forests and mountains. Various trees and buildings are covered in frost and snow as flurries fall upon the land......

[Shizo]

Name: Gideon Cinzento III
Age: Appears 17, but is actually 26
Race: Half Dampiel. A vampire with only one-fourth the calories!
Appearance: His ancestors were Brazilian and has black hair, but he has light skin and smoother hair, as well as sharp blue eyes. He's about 5'11", with a slender body. There is a large, jagged scar on his right cheek in the shape of a cross. His canines are slightly pointed, but not enough to betray his origins unless you are actually aware of what a half dampiel's dental records look like.

Weapon(s) of Choice: He keeps a small gun on him, but prefers not to use it. He avoids fights when he can, uses his words to get out of fights he can't sidestep, and the scar on his face is enough to keep all but the most persistent and powerful vampires away. However, he also keeps a realistic squirt gun and a pocket knife with him: the former because, as a priest, he's got unlimited access to holy water and the latter because...well, pocket knives are useful.

Powers: He has only a smattering of vampiric power, such as aging slower (though continuing to age) healing more rapidly (but not that fast), having slightly better senses, and being an edge stronger and faster than he should be, but not enough to stand out or stand up to a full vampire. He can mesmerize, but it's easily shaken off by all but the weakest minds, so he doesn't bother with it often. The only power that he does use is the ability to sense others around him. He doesn't seem to exibit any vampiric weakness besides a strong tendency to sunburn and becoming sick after eating garlic. Crosses and holy water have no effect on him, which is probably for the best, considering his profession. He doesn't know if he can drink blood, and has never tried.

Occupation: Officially a Catholic priest, his real work is as a vampire hunter, of sorts. He can find vampires and direct others to them, or even conduct diplomacy with those that are open to it. Another important job he has that he conducts less often is delivering messages and parcels to areas that are generally too dangerous for the average priest to go. There are also hints that his assignments lead to thievery and assassination, but those are rumors.
Personality: He's generally patient and calm, moving purposefully through whatever schedule that has been presented to him on a given day. He prefers routine, but can, and must, quickly adapt to altered situations. He doesn't enjoy confrontation, so he'll usually yield to another if he's not on a job or when yielding is not a good idea at all. He's inquisitive and an adept listener, which is how he gathers most of his information. His biggest problem with his inborn curiosity is sticking his nose just a little too far into the business of others. Doing that simultaneously excites and freaks him out. Luckily, his survival instinct is strong enough that he doesn't usually seek trouble out.

History: His grandmother, a human, had been the one to give birth to a dampiel, those cursed to live in neither the light nor the dark. He never knew her, as she was killed soon after others in her town discovered what had sired her child, Gideon's mother. Though his mother was indeed beautiful, as dampiels are, that same eerie otherworld air sent possible suitors away. It wasn't until her late thirties - though her looks remained those of a maiden - that she met an married Gideon's father, one who knew about her breeding and either accepted or chose to ignore it. She wasn't his first wife, so there were three other children already in his home, and had only one child by her: the fourth one named Gideon. Gideon was never informed of his mother's past, and he never cared, as only a child could, about his mother's faults.
It was during a vampire attack on the small settlement Gideon's family called home that he lost her. His father and elder siblings had left for town that day. Mother was left to tend to the house without everyone underfoot, and Gideon was left home due to his young age. Why the vampire had attacked, he didn't know, but his mother sensed it in time to do the few drastic things she could to protect her son. She sliced open the cross-shaped scar on his face and had done the same to the palms of her own hands after hacking out a crude wooden stake with a kitchen knife and a chair leg. When the vampire came, his mother was able to hold it down with her dampiel strength and the searing crosses on her hands long enough to drive the chair leg through its chest. She was simultaneously called a hero and a monster, for only a monster could deal with a vampire alone like that. Though Gideon was unaffected by the cross on his body, the twin crucifixes on his mother acted like a slow poison that took her life several months later.
When he became older, he learned the truth about his mother's parentage from his father. He grew and left home, uncertain how he felt about vampires. He had seen how feral they were, but also knew that they couldn't be all bad, considering the love he had gained from his mother. He somehow found himself working as a priest, where he chose to try to mend the relations between vampires and humans at least a little.

Relations: I'm open! I'm open! *punted in face with football*
Other: He has a variety of outfits, so he doesn't always run around in priest robes. Not that he could do spywork with a face like his.


Gideon Cinzento III
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The carriage ride had been, thankfully, uneventful. The land was growing chill and bare, and a sweeping wind brushed across the land, gathering the last of the fall leaves into a final display of acrobatics. Gideon, holding his black cloak fast against his body with one hand, self-consciously rubbed the large bandage that blanketed his cheek. There was no wound underneath it, at least not one that bled. Its main purpose, besides making his face feel odd, was to hide the distinctive scar that many members of the clergy used to identify him instead of his actual looks. A large bandage, Gideon discovered early on, was much less distinctive than a large cross emblazoned on his face.
Another gust of wind pushed pass him, and he clutched the satchel within his cloak tighter to his body. It had been seven years since that incident, and all the Church was willing to tell him about it was in those few pages Father Unsung had given him. He wasn't sure if he was being given so little information because they didn't want to share how much they knew with him or because they honestly were still in the dark. Either way, he had a new assignment, one they would probably last even longer than the one he just had. At least he had been given a week to rest. That was a blessing in itself.
He looked around at the buildings that darkened as the sun set. The Church was worried about the City of the Night, and rightly so. Gideon didn't know too much about that incident - he was just leaving home for the first time when it happened - but it was no small stretch of the imagination to think it would happen again. So they needed to learn more about the hidden city in the stars. To do this, they needed to talk with a vampire who has actually been there and came to Earth. Even more so, they needed one who, even if the vampire wasn't a friend of humans, would at least help for a possible price. And for the locating and negotiating of said vampire, the Church had chosen him.
It's not like I have anything else to do, he smiled to himself. Despite any and all research on the event, they had only one possible name to share with him: Yuar Link. Gideon kept himself from cursing about the complete lack of knowledge he had; he was trying not to swear so much. He knew the Link family to be considered something akin to royalty to the vampires in the City of Night, so he would indeed be a good candidate. But all he had to go on was a name and a very vague location of where to start: Wood Water. Oh, well. He was prepared to take as long as he needed. It wasn't as if another Blood Moon would appear in the next few days if he failed to locate this Yuar Link.
Another burst of wind howled past him; this one ripped right through the tear in his cloak and struck straight to his skin. He really needed to get that fixed. Stupid loose hook on the carriage....
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[Mystic_clown]

Azul
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Darkness...

Nothing but darkness...

He could tell how long he had been wandering these dark, dank tunnels. Every second he could hear the sound of sewage water running past him, occassionally broken by the sound of one of the creatures that lived in this subterainien labyrinth. Th battles that normally followed were vicious, but at least it provided food for him while he was down there.

The chains dragged behind them, currently limp, they severed as dangerous weapons when he needed them. His hands, bound to his body by the leather that covered him, his eyes covered with the black blindfold.

At least it was better then that cell he was chained up in. At least here he could move again.

It always seemed the same, wander these tunnels endlessly, occassionally running into and animal to kill and eat.

However, tonight would be different.

As he walked through the shallow muck, he could smell it. It was something fresh, not meat or that, but air. Fresh air.

His pace quickened towards it.

He finally felt it, the cool air brushing against him after spending so long in the warm, stuffy tunnels. He could still smell the pungiont smell of sewage behind him, but it was being overpowered by the fresh air now surrounding him.

He could also here the sounds of moments nearby, of people walking along the sidewalks. He figured he was still bellow them, and judging from the sounds above him, he was most likely under a bridge.

He was outside...

After all those years of solitude underground, he was finally on the surface. He was free!

Azul let out a bellow of triumph, which seemed to echo around the city.

[pokemasterfrank]

OOC - Ick. No posts? I was thinking that I'd be late or something. Oh noes. This RP needs CPR. Crap, it'll have to do with my post

Name: Ronin
Age: 27
Race: Dampiel
Appearance: He has long, wild brown hair, usually tied back and tucked under his black jacket. His reddish-brown eyes tell as much as the scar across his right cheek - a tale of hardship and endurance. Though still young, he has seems older, more worn - experienced. At a glance, he has slightly above-average height and is thinly built. However, it is more than he is leanly built (I think that's the word I'm looking for...). It gives him a balance of agility and power.

Ronin wears clothing that allows him to move freely. Style and looks don't matter to him - the mobility he can retain is what's important. He usually wears jeans and short-sleeved shirts. The only two things that seem to stay constant in his outfits are his long, trenchcoat-like jacket and the silver cross around his neck.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Ronin's carries two weapons with him. He carries a long-barreled pistol. The pistol is custom-made, very few like it. The weapon is heavier that most pistols - enough to give normal people discomfort when using it. It fires .50 caliber rounds and the longer barrel offers better accuracy.

His second weapon is a kodachi that he keeps concealed under his jacket on his back. There is no guard - allowing it to be concealed without notice. The length of the kodachi is less than the length of Ronin's torso, allowing the strapped sword and sheath to be kept under the jacket without any noticeable difference.
Powers: Not really powers. It seems that the rain and water-ish things don't affect him. Also, since he's wearing a silver cross, we can assume that he has resistance to silver.
Occupation: He seems to be a wanderer, going from town to town. Though, he seems to be a trail of dead vampires following him...
Personality: Ronin is mostly introverted. He keeps to himself and never stays in places long. Those that interact with him find him a man of little words, seemingly by choice. They say he seems to be in a constant state of seriousness. Some might say he resembles a weary, regretful old man.
History: At one time, Ronin had lived happily with a family. They had adopted him in spite of his vampiric heritage raised him as their own. As much as the rest of the community had been against him staying, the family fought for Ronin. He stayed there for three years, never feeling quite right about his place in the town - in the world. He eventually left and spent the next four years traveling the world, building his strength and gathering skills (like fighting with a kodachi).
Other: Original Trick Holds Each Route.


Ronin sighed as he trudged up to the gates. The snow underfoot crunched with every step. He sighed again. There would be footprints all around. While this would be beneficial in most situations, he couldn’t stand the idea that he was leaving a trail for someone – anyone – to follow. He looked up to the sky and hoped that the snow would fall faster and fill in his tracks. His gaze fell to the sign above the gate and let out another sigh.

The letters were barely readable through the rusted metal. Each letter put a small metaphorical stake through Ronin’s heart. He looked down to the ground and cursed his luck. He had to come to this accursed city again, this damned city of the night. He sighed again. He smiled and chuckled to himself. “If sighs drew on life I’d be dead right now.” This wretched city.

He stopped at the gates and peered in. It was as if, things would change if he stepped in. It was like, if he stepped in, the world as he knew it would end. He knew nothing of what was to come – what would transpire within the city, but he knew that nothing good ever came out of that city. There were humans walking on the street, children playing in the snow. He couldn’t help but feel sorry. He couldn’t help but feel sorry that they were living in this place. He stepped inside and muttered the name under his breath like a curse…

…Wood Water City.

[Bulbasaur4]

Name: Yuar Oro AKA Draconin (To some, he is known as Yuar Link)

Age: Unknown – old enough to have been around when Lantis was a vampire punk and before Myra’s birth. (GAH… I’ll edit it when I can think of the approx age. >.<)

Race: Vampire

Appearance: Draconin: When Yuar is under the alias as draconin, he attempts to change his appearance a bit. His skin is completely raven-esque black and his eyes change to a deep, subtle crimson red. His hair remains auburn in color, but it seems to be a little bit longer in the back and reaches just about midway down his shoulder blades. (Yah know, the bishie way. xD) He adorns a shortsleeved tight black shirt along with black jeans. Upon his feet he continues the black trend with black tennis shoes. (like a punk!) His overall ‘black’ appearance makes him extremely hard to detect when it comes to movements- especially in a fight.
Yuar Oro: Yuar Oro stands about 6’4 with an athletic yet lean build. When he wears long sleeves he seems to be your average fit creature, but it isn’t until you actually see his body that you see the strength within him. His skin is very pale, like most vampires but his eyes are a striking olive-green colored that is flecked with bits of yellow. His hair is a thick, silky auburn that looks disheveled but yet beautifully so- some strands brushing in front of his eyes while others like to laugh at gravity in the wind. (Think Tooya from Ceres to get the hair idea.) He wears a black, skin-tight shirt that hugs his upper torso and also wears black pants that aren’t quite jean or leather material. Over this he wears a dark blue jacket that reaches halfway down to his calves. The jacket itself is slitted in the middle behind him, so it doesn’t hinder his movements. Cuffs are upon each sleeve and seem to be a lighter blue color, rimmed with a metallic-looking trim on both the cuffs and the collar. He usually wears his jacket open, and the material seems almost enchanted for it doesn’t seem to make sound when he moves.

Weapon(s) of Choice: Fate’s Sword: A mythological sword that was forgotten ages ago. Yuar stumbled upon two daggers back in his early day and identified them as the dagger of night and the dagger of day. He gave Gyvien the Dagger of Day back when she was a child. Then on the night of Lantis’s demise, Gyven died but was brought back to life with the magic within the daggers- it seemed almost to be a neccissary component. Upon completion of her revival, the two daggers and bound themselves together to form one giant sword which Yuar instantly recognized from his childhood books. He now has it permanently attached to his side. It’s blade is unique in itself, being made out of a semi-transparent jewel that could almost seem like a mixture of diamond and obsidian. The hilt of a sword is also a mixture of seemingly gold and silver, with intricate and ancient markings etched all over it. He also has a gun in his jacket, but he rarely uses it- seeing it useless although he’s quite competent with it.

Powers: Yuar has what most vampires have, although his hand-to-hand combat style is a little bit more effective than most. As a child he was trained by Lantis, and soon with his bloodline intact he surpassed his master. He’s got the strength, speed etc… like vampire’s do, but he has worked to perfect his skill along with his natural given vampiric talents. He’s quite adept with use of human weapons, but he prefers swords to guns. Ironically enough however, he taught Gyvien for a short while how to use both as well. She has taken up the other of the two for her prowess.

Occupation: Hunts. No one is quite sure how Yuar makes money… but for the past few years, Yuar has seemed to have “disappeared”. Instead he’s been living under his alias, Draconin and the two names haven’t been matched. As Draconin, he basically goes and pursues those who he views ‘in wrong’. Humans who needlessly kill innocent vampires and dampiels, Dampiels who needlessly kill innocent vampires or humans, and of course… vampires who kill innocent humans or dampiels are all who he hunts. Yuar doesn’t believe in slaying the innocent, nor does he believe it matters what race you are.

Personality: Yuar is a bit of a mystery himself. His past is deep and complex, riddled with a good mixture of dark times and angst which have shaped his character to be the calm, clear-headed creature he is now. He’s quite the thinker and is usually slow to any particular emotion. He’s compassionate and kind to the innocent but on the other side of the coin he’s a vicious, cold-hearted killer to those he hunts. Still, it takes an incredible amount of power or wrong-doing to really anger Yuar so much that he goes into a blood-thirsty rage, but it lingers within his gaze. In fact, if anyone studied Yuar’s face long enough, they would be able to see the inner workings of a wise and perhaps frightening hunter beneath. Yuar generally also leaves information to himself, and only gives out information if he really thinks others need it. This can lead to some frustration.

History: Yuar Oro was born in the City of the Night and at that time, was known as Yuar Link. He was born to the Link family (hahahah… ten points for who they are. XD) and was in a way, labeled as a Prince for being born into the noblest of bloodlines. At a very young age he instantly began to show a knack for studies and the fighting arts; quickly catching on to anything that was taught to him and striving to become better than what he learned. His master at one point was Lantis, who taught him a great deal of history and fighting itself. But after several years of training, Yuar surpassed his master even at his young age. Disgruntled and realizing his original plan to use Yuar as a pawn to gain power in the City of Night, Lantis refused to mentor Yuar further.
Not soon after, Lantis made a rather secret trip to Earth. Getting of wind of this and being highly curious, Yuar snuck aboard and went to Earth as well. During that time, Yuar found humans and ran into a dampiel, where he conversed and actually had pleasant interactions with them and some how resisted the urge to feed since he had never tasted blood. But he was found out by Lantis and upon returning to the City of the Night, Yuar was accused of plotting against the City. It was a rather ridiculous accusation, but by this time Lantis nearly had every high official won over. Yuar was found guilty and was sentenced to death.
However, seeing through Lantis, Yuar’s mother feigned his death and secretly sent him to earth so that he could live. There, Yuar spent the rest of his childhood and teenage years upon Earth. Wanting revenge against Lantis, Yuar trained hard and learned as much as he could to strengthen his resolve.
At one point in this time, Yuar heard through rumors that another Link had been born. Using his connections, Yuar made an elaborate plan and made it back to the City of the Night. There he snuck through the city and discovered that he now had a younger sister- Myra Link. He watched over her until he discovered Lantis was now mentoring her. When the death of his mother took place, Yuar went back to earth. He felt that Lantis had too great a hold over his sister and trying to contact her in the city where he was supposed to be dead would not have been a great thing.

More time passed until eventually vampires began reintroducing themselves to Earth. One night Yuar stumbled upon a baby that was thrown in the trash and easily discovered the baby was a dampiel. He raised her until she was about seven or ten years old and named her Gyvien. He taught her as much as he could before one night he got wind of a planned attack against him was approaching- an attack rooted by Lantis. He swiftly left Gyvien with a dagger, telling her to run. Gyvien ran off and Yuar was attacked by a group of vampires. He managed to kill them all… but Gyvien was no where to be found afterwards. Hoping she had gotten away, Yuar went onwards.

START DotBM TIMELINE:
Yuar soon came across Myra Link, Rudy Summers and Gyvien Summers. At the time he did not recognize who Myra or Gyvien were, but as time grew on he came to realize that Myra was his sister and Gyvien was indeed the dampiel he had saved so long ago. Their journey was long as they came together and hunted for Lantis. A great deal of pain was caused to all of them… and mostly Yuar went through a great reflection period. Seeing Myra go through the emotional torture she had, along with Gyvien caused him to change a little. This was especially true when Myra was saved by Rudy and Gyvien had originally died.
After the defeat of Lantis and Gyvien had come back to life, Yuar left the trio and bade them farewell. Since then, he’s been missing for seven years according to those three. In actuality, he went on a bit of a journey for five years and since then has returned under the alias of Draconin.
It is also good to note that Yuar had a few run-ins with a Vampire named Vylianne. Vylianne seemed to be tricky and a bit strange… not really helping nor dis-helping the group. He seems to have a strange history with her, which he also doesn’t seem proud of.

Relations: Considered a ‘guardian’ of Gyvien, brother of Myra. As Draconin, he has created a partnership with the vampire Gabriel.

Other: Not as of yet.

Draconin
HIDDEN INFO: yuar oro | m | age unknown
[MUSIC START: The Only One – Evanescence ]

Draconin pulled back the billowing curtains as the cool air of the new night came flowing in. His long, auburn hair rippled behind him in response as he breathed in the fresh air of the night. It had been the third night that he had been in Wood Water City, ever since he had left it. Despite already spending three nights in the old city… Draconin still couldn’t help but take in the familiar scents. Was he pleased to be back? Was he fearful? Was he ready…?

Another cold breeze billowed in and Draconin pushed the windows completely opened as he glanced outside at the frosted world below. It had been seven years since everything had happened. Seven years ago Yuar Oro had faded. Six years ago Draconin had been reborn. Now, he had returned to Wood Water City. Where the climax of the first chapter had begun…

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were nervous.” Gabriel’s voice rose through the air, but Draconin didn’t turn to face his companion.
“Not nervous. Contemplative.” Draconin smoothly replied, slowly turning a red-eyed gaze towards Gabriel who had awoken and now was standing.

“Of what? Or is that another mystery still?” Gabriel took a few steps forward, resting his own hands on the windowsill as he too took in the sights of the night. The two had been partners for a while, and yet still Draconin had never revealed much of his own past to Gabriel. He seemed to be forever a fort of secrets, but at the same time he was a maze of knowledge. It kept things interesting… but yet, there was an unsettling feel between the two.

Draconin walked away from the window as he bent over and began putting on his shoes. Draconin didn’t know why he had decided to join up with Gabriel, or let Gabriel join up with him- the way in which it happened didn’t matter now. Partially, Draconin wondered if he truly indeed had become lonely and sought companionship so all of his nights weren’t so isolated. However, at the same time Gabriel was compatible in demeanor, so it wasn’t as if it were a forced alliance.

“Perhaps…” Draconin responded finally, standing straight and turning to face Gabriel once more. He was already fully adorned with his garments and ready to go. Another good thing about Gabriel, he was always ready. “Knowing this city, I’m sure a few mysteries naturally will unravel themselves.” Draconin muttered under his breath, which Gabriel’s keen hearing picked up as he raised a brow.

“Shall we go?” Gabriel asked, now crouched upon the windowsill. Draconin shook his head, forcing a smirk down as he watched his partner leap off the windowsill and down to the snowy ground below, into an alleyway. Draconin simply darted across the room and leapt through the window as well, feeling the wind rush by his ears as it roared before he finally landed neatly below with a rather graceful touch.

“There was a door.” Draconin commented, as Gabriel nodded.
“I know.”

The two had come to Wood Water City for one real reason- a reason that was enough to bring even Draconin back. In one of the smaller southern cities, they had received word of a strong uprising of Vampiric activity- possibly leading to one of the hidden, larger Vampiric undergrounds that they had been looking for quite some time.

“So, last night left us cold. Although we did take care of a few rogue humans.” Draconin mused, bringing a few fingers to his chin as he thought of what other places could be useful to them.

“Do you hear that?” Gabriel suddenly said, taking a few sprinting steps down the alleyway as he poked his head around the corner. Draconin listened and heard it as well- sounds of a carriage.

“They’re traveling rather late, don’t you think?” Gabriel asked as Draconin gave a soft murr of agreement.

“Best to watch where it goes and stay hidden.” Draconin said, instantly pressing himself against the alley wall as his entire figure seemed to blend with the shadows. Gabriel followed suit, moving behind Draconin so his blonde hair was hidden by Draconin’s darker auburn.

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HIDDEN INFO: unavailable
[MUSIC: Shadow of the Day – Linkin Park]

“Brother… I wonder, do you ever weep?” A soft voice spoke, her dark figure perched atop a large building. Her feet dangled down the building’s side as she sat upon the roof itself, her piercing familiar eyes gazing upwards at the sky. Her long flowing hair wrapped around her face gently as she withdrew a deep breath.
“I’m lonely… I weep such a great deal. Does it make me weak brother?”
Silence settled in, as she nodded to herself.
“Weak… the world is weak too…Please… please… leave me alone! Go away! Do not come to me anymore! Stop plaguing me with your eyes! Stop hurting them! Stop hurting me! Do you not see that you are hurting me?”
She then began to cry.



I PMed yah Asi. Had a question or two. ^_^

[Drusilla]

Name: Lillian Slade
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Fine, shoulder length blue-black hair goes well with her pale cool-toned skin. Her eyes are a dark grey, the color of calm, deep water on a cloudy day. Aside from her clothes, she looks like she could have stepped directly from a black-and-white photo. Her wardrobe is typically loose-fitting and comfortable, the predominant shades being black, white, and dark blues and purples. She wears a variety of silver jewelry, usually several nondescript bracelets, ankh earrings, and a star necklace on a delicate chain. Calf-high heeled black leather boots complete her outfits.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Anything that can be used to smash brains in.
Powers: Open for discussion; she practices dark witchcraft (not necessarily black magic, though... she's pretty neutral in respect to good and evil). Whether her powers are from inborn talent or from channeling from some mysterious source is unknown.
Occupation: By day, secretary for a well-off business man. By night, a seeker of dark knowledge best left alone by mortals.
Personality: This is the snowflake that loves to get in your eye and make it STING. Compassion really isn't her thing, and depending on how she's feeling, she can be downright malicious. She wants to know what's in it for her before she ever agrees to something, and she almost always comes out on top. When she doesn't, she bears a grudge that unearths her truly ugly side. She seeks power and knowledge above all else; everything else is secondary.
History: She doesn't share much. She came from a pretty well-off family, and grew up appearing to abide by the rules to keep her family out of her hair. Left to her own devices, she meddled in drugs and alternative religion, slowly becoming the woman she is today. Now, she is the last of the Slades alive... and some might say under questionable circumstances.
Relations: She knows and rather enjoys the company of "Grace Thompson", and stops in to see her every once in a while.
Other: She likes kittays. =^_^=


Lillian Slade
Ever Dream

"Finally finished..." I grumbled as I locked the heavy doors of the office behind me. So much for a nine-to-five work day. Of course, the boss was long-gone, leaving me to handle the paperwork for the week in the chilly building. Footwork was too good for him; he had inherited the business and saw no reason to dirty his hands with the menial tasks that he should have been doing. At least it provided me with a job, not that I needed. I actually sat on a fortune larger than his (something that he often forgot), but if I locked myself up, I would draw too much attention to myself. Best that the world think that the family funds had dwindled under my mother's reign and that I had to work to provide for myself.

I snorted to myself as I drew my cloak a little closer around me. My mother, who had all of the ambition that my father had lacked and then some. She, who had come from a family of nothing, married into the Slades and became a community matriarch of her time. I preferred to stay in the background myself. My teen years had been haunted by nightmares centered around the social events I had been dragged to during my childhood. My mother wanted to see me married off to some rich heir. While there had been no lack of suitors, I wanted none of it. I wouldn't say that I was self-centered exactly, more that I was interested in self exploration before what others wanted from me. If I ever marry, it would have to be to someone with a darkness and a thirst for self-knowledge that equaled my own.

"Lord and Lady, it's fucking cold..." I mumbled to myself, wishing that the walk home were shorter and that the sun was shining, even just a little bit. I preferred the dark, yes, but sometimes it's nice to be a little warmer. Just around the corner, down the street, up the hill... then down the winding drive to the old Slade mansion. Away from the general populace, quiet, hidden from view by a high stone wall and tall, thick pines. Just how I liked it.

My ear twitched at the sound of footsteps behind me. I turned to look, but the sidewalks and street were empty. I stood still for a moment, but heard nothing but my own breathing and the wind whispering through nearby alleys. I didn't call out; to do so would only invite trouble. With one last glance, I turned back towards home, wondering what had just happened.

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One hot bath later, I felt relaxed and more myself. The old furnace roared in the basement, the refueling of which had been my first order of business. I had the money to have a housekeeper or three, but I valued my privacy too highly. I warmed the bathwater myself, prepared the oils, and saw to my own bathing. I had sat by the sitting room fire, naked, drying my hair, relishing the quiet of the old house. Now, I stood in my ritual chamber, the room that I had grown up in and had been my only refuge before I had become the owner of the property. It was fitting that it was still my sanctuary, just of a more formal kind. Black candles marked off a circle on the hardwood floor, and the light flickered in the mirrors hanging around the room. I stood perfectly still, my eyes closed, breathing slowed... I could feel the slight heat from the candles dance on my bare skin as I raised my hands, arms arched upwards, head tilting back slightly.

"Dark Mother, Dark Father, hear me this night... show me the pathway to that which I seek, open the door..."

Nothing else in the room, no sound, no movement... yet a sudden chill passed over me, as if a draft had made it past the tightly bolted windows. I opened my eyes, looked around... but, of course, there was nothing. Perhaps it was the Dark Divine answering me. Perhaps I had imagined it. Perhaps... it was something else. There were rumors of things haunting the darkness, but I didn't put much credit to them. After all, mundanes feared the dark, and were constantly whispering stories that fed upon that fear. Yet...

It did no good to dwell on it. Answers would come as they would. The energy I had raised had dissipated, and I brought down the circle and grounded myself. As I retreated to my library, now wrapped in a warm robe, I pondered the strange events of the evening, and wondered what it was that was out there...


Interaction is welcome... It might be known to some that Lillian is a practitioner of mystic arts, so someone might come seeking her advice, or perhaps whomever is watching her might make an appearance. I have no definite plans at this point, I'm just playing around with her character.

Rudy and/or Asi, If I may make a petty request... Could you define what moon phase and day of the week it is? Pleeeease?

[Asilynne]

Check the OOC topic for the moon phases Dru ^-~

Soundtrack for this first post: The Killers "When you were young"

Name: Liven Dinas
Age: 28
Race: Dampiel
Appearance: (copied from the original sign up for Dawn):Long dark brown hair, with a tad bit of red in there somewhere. Wears black trench coat with dark blue belt around her waist and chest. Has black boots with gold trim. Dark red eyes face alittle pale. slender yet strong.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Two guns and a sword passed down to her by the Vampire Hunter known as D.
Powerseemingly more human than vampire, she doesnt seem to have any powers that are noteable, she cant fly, and the only thing she really has power wise are the sharper senses and of course, some of the weaknesses. (like inability to travel well in the rain, and the susceptability to heat strokes when shes out in the sun too long.)
Occupation: Vampire Hunter, ever since her father and mother were killed by vampires she took up her fathers trade. He trained her for it all along as if expecting she would have to know how to defend herself.
Personality: (to get a gist of her personality Im including a few excerpts of my sisters posts) Man i just hope I get to the church alive...and not in a coffin! Just as I had thought that i saw the church lights. I had to keep myself from running towards the church to see my friend....I turned and grabbed Rudy by the scruf of the neck. " FATHER FARWELL HAD BETTER BE IN THERE OR SOMEONE IS GETTING HURT!" I shoved him at Mira and started for the church...

Farwell seemed pretty sure what he was doing, so i just leaned back and went along for the ride....
The carage was quiet for a couple of minutes, i was looking at the Vampire. I was trying to see why or how he could be on a priest's side. Well i am half vampire.....

I looked at the poor people and felt bad for them. I felt bad only because they would probebly be an easy meal for any of those vampires out there...i heard some laughter coming from an alley way. "is that...Roland?!" I asked myself as i jogged down the alley. I just turned the corner when i saw it was just two drunken bums. They were throwing beer bottles at some stray cats. "Eh...." I sighed at their stupid acts as i turned and walked out. " Man sometimes i wonder why i try to help the human race..."

History: (another excerpt from Dawn, author Shaka):

I was only about 13 years old and a couple of gangsters were trying to mug me one night. It was about mid-night and i was walking through the streets looking for a good place to sleep before the sun came up. Then about 5 buffed men up and tried to steal any goods i had even my sword my father gave to me before he was killed. I tried to fight back, but i was still too young and couldnt fight. Just as they were about to make thier move i heard a voice. I turned to see a nice looking Priest, he didnt seem like he could fight....but somehow he had managed to fight off the 5 gangsters. "Wo...wow! how did you do that?" I asked astonished. "By the Power of God my child!" he had said as he smiled. "My name is Farwell. Whats yours?" He asked as he extended his hand out for me to hold. "My..name is Liven Dinas.." I said a little shy, as i took his hand. "Liven? Thats a pretty name." He said. "Do you need a place to stay?" He asked. I looked at him and smiled back. "Yes! Thank you Farwell!" I said. He let me stay there as long as i liked...he was like a second Father to me...... She had a great post in the old sequal of Dawn, before it MYSTERIOUSLY GOT DELETED! lol that told about her past with her father and mothers murder at the hand of vampires, but alas its on my old computer. So Ill just add that after Father Farwells death, she buried him in the graveyard of the Church of the Guiding Light, and wandered for 4 years afterward, grieving to the loss of her good friend and Father figure. Her mistrust of vampires is still strong, and she still hunts wherever she goes. 3 years ago she returned to Wood Water, to visit the grave of her Father Farwell, where she saw a dark figure sink into the shadows and a lone flower on the grave. Thinking that she wasnt the only one who loved the Father, shes went out in search again, this time to find some relation of Farwell that she could protect, in remembrance and in repayment for her guilt in letting him die. Recently she has come back to Wood Water, bearing a message for the only vampires she could trust, a message that tells of the plight of the other city that has lain under vampire control for 7 years.
Relations: All her blood relatives are dead, and her beloved Father Farwell lies in his grave. But she still seeks any blood relative of Farwell, and she hopes to one day find the boy dampiel that Farwell saved to finish his work in caring for him. Its what the good Father would have wanted, despite his violence...
Other: She is the one in the beginning that took father Farwells book from the Church of the Guiding Light. She now lives inside this abandoned church. Im really hoping my sister will take her character up again, but as I dont see her as often anymore Im not sure. Sometimes she hears the voice of Farwell giving her advice and guidance when she feels lost...

~Liven Dinas~
Sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live.....
:::Roughly past 6pm, sunset:::

Father....can you hear me when I cry? Do you listen when I pray?
Father.....
I want to be with you now....

The answer is always the same. Whenever I have a moment of weakness, whenever I pray to Him to release me from my duties, whenever I long for the end, the voice of His child answers me.

You still have much to do my child. Your purpose is not yet fulfilled. Do His work, and you will rest at my side.

My Farwell....he died so long ago on those bloody streets of Wood Water, and for what? The man he trusted turned on him and went mad, but was he really your responsibility Father? Why couldnt God stop him, why did He have to take you? You never meant any harm to anyone, you saved me that day Father, you saved him....
Suddenly I felt in the air that today was different. The cold wind whistled through cracks in stone as they did every day, the old building shifted on its foundation like always, and the candles flickered in the slight breeze while the fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the room that my beloved Father used to give sermons in. But it was like the air was charged with events yet to happen. I looked up at the Wooden cross that hung above the place where I could still hear his warm voice telling me about God, and I could almost see him standing there, looking at me with those warm brown eyes....
And then, he was there.
Liven.... His wispy voice sounded muffled even in the quiet room. The boy I saved, you must save again.

"Father...." I began, but he was gone, just as soon as he came. Was he ever there? Before I had time to really ponder what I thought I had seen, I heard the big iron and wood door of the church begin to creak open. Whirling out of my kneeling position, I readied my guns at the door and waited. This church had been abandoned ever since that bloody night when its caretaker died, and it was my home now. No petitioners ever came calling here, not for years. And though Father Farwell would frown on violence being done in his church, I wasnt going to take any chances.

Sometimes father, people like me must do violence so people like you dont have to pay for the evils in the world.....
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Ill be posting for Myra later, in the meantime the person opening the door can be either franks character or the other priest in this rpg And frank I need to talk to you about things so Ill hit you up sometime on aim ^-~

[Mystic_clown]

Azul
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Slowly he trudged through the streets, the chains hanging from his body dragging behind them, clattering against the stone street.

It had been years since he had walked down these streets. It was different from before. Houses were gone and others were erected where they were before. A part of him wasn't even sure if this was the same city. Did the sweage system travel to another town? Had he actually left his home town while he was trying to find a way out of the sewers?

He hadn't smelled any humans since his arrival, which struck him as odd. Wouldn't there be more humans in a city like this? judging by the cool air, Azul assumed it was nighttime, so chances were they were all asleep.

Or at least, most of them were...

He could smell them approaching, rounding the corner. He heard a small cry of surprise, possibly from a woman.

"What the heck!?" came a second voice, a male this time.

It took him a small moment to register what they were saying. He had not heard someone speak in a long time.

He turned towards the source of the smell, so it looked as if he was looking right at them. His sensetive hearing could pick up the woman whimpering in fright and the man's quick breathing. They did not seem to be approaching him, or trying to inflict harm upon him. They seemed pretty harmless.

Choosing to ignore them, Azul turned away from them and continued on his exploration of the city, the sound of his chains against the pavement ringing in the air.

The couple waited until the strange man/thing was out of site before running towards their home.

[Sworkill87]

Name: Titus Arrius
Age: Early 200’s though he appears early 20’s
Race: Vampire

Appearance: Titus is around 5’ 8” tall with a very lean build. He has longer blond hair that he keeps in a loose ponytail and innocent looking green eyes. Throw all this in with his pale, smooth skin and Titus doesn’t look at all like a fighter. Though he tries to dress badass with his long billowy cloak, combat boots and leather gloves; all black. This gives him a slightly humorous appearance.

Weapons of choice: Two semi-automatic .50 caliber pistols are Titus’ main weapons, and he is highly effective with them. But guns to not always stay in hands and ammunition can run out, so Titus also has a short blade, about a foot long hidden along each forearm of his cloak. These are spring activated and can pop out very quickly.

Powers: As far as strength goes Titus is relatively weak when compared to other vampires, and even some dampiels, he only seems to have the above human strength needed to wield his pistols effectively. However, Titus has yes to meet a vampire, or any being, that could match him in speed. Though he has never really run into the most ancient of vampires.

Occupation: Something akin to a mercenary. Titus will wander into a town; if they have a problem (usually vampire extermination) he will accept a minor fee for solving it, though really just enough money to get by. His main goal is to protect the innocent, mainly humans, from those who would prey on them, mainly vampires.

Personality: Titus seems to be a big goof. He is always in a good mood, though is a total clutz, makes plenty of mistakes, and is quite easy to laugh at. Though this is, for the most part, an act. When the situation becomes serious, so does he, and Titus can be very cut-throat in battle. (Think Vash the Stampede, minus the refusal to kill.)

History: Of any vampire you will meet, Titus probably has quite an odd history, though he’d probably change the subject if you ever asked him about it. When Titus was very young, around the age of ten, his family was killed by an unknown vampire and he was turned. Why he was turned, or even left alive, Titus has no clue. Fortunately for him, a human couple with no children of their own took him in and raised him as their son. Titus’s adoptive parents lived in a very secluded part of the country, where others rarely traveled. So it was the perfect place for a couple of humans to raise a vampire child. It was out here that Titus’ father taught him to shoot (well) and a strong sense of right and wrong. And although does drink human blood; because of the way he was raised, Titus does his best to feed mainly on animals.

Relations: Probably none, his adoptive parents have been dead for quite some time, and Titus never stays in one location for long.

Other: The man loves cheese.




Entrance to Wood Water City:


“Finally! A town!” Titus exclaimed, his face lighting up. “It’s so cold out; I don’t think I could take another hour without some place warm.” Titus rushed into the city without giving the sign over the entrance any notice and ran straight to the nearest tavern.

“Give me anything warm!” Titus said cheerfully to the barman, flashing a smile. “Oh, right, shouldn’t be smiling to broadly.” He thought to himself. “Lucky I have that uncanny ability to blend in with humans. Feew! He didn’t notice the fangs.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.” A mildly disgruntled looking man responded.

“Oh… um… tea?” The barman merely raised a brow. “Strong… tea?”

“Whatever, here you go.” The barman said sliding a steaming cup to Titus.

“Ah, excellent!” Titus took a long sip of his tea. “Aaaaah, I’m alive again!” Titus looked around taking in the tavern. “Nice place you run here.” Once again the barman simply raised a brow. “Er… um… you know I didn’t notice a sign on the way in, where am I?”

“Wood Water City.”

“Spffft! Ah ow, hot hot hot hot hot hot!” Having just spasmed upon hearing his location, Titus spilled blazing tea all over himself. “Nyeeeeeeeeh!” Titus sprinted through the tavern door and threw himself in the snow.

However upon removal from the snow Titus did not look relieved, as one might expect. But instead as his face dripped with melted snow, and a few locks of blond hair fell into his eyes, Titus wore a grave look upon his face; something that people rarely saw.

“Wood Water City,” Titus mumbled to himself as he got up and looked around, his green eyes sharp and alert, having lost their blissful look of innocence. “I’ve heard a lot about this place.”

“Hey buddy, you alright?” The barman showed a softer side as he stepped out to check on his quirky little customer.

“Oh just fine!” Titus said, whirling around, his demeanor changing instantly back to its innocent, clumsy state. “Though it does look like I’ll need a refill on my tea.”

[pokemasterfrank]

Ronin stepped through the gates. The statues that sat on the roof seemed to stare at him through the layers of moss and wear that had befell them. It was said that the gargoyles were made to scare off the denizens of the night, that they offered protection from the dark. He silently laughed to himself. Unless they decided to grow legs and skewer someone, they would serve as nothing but roof ornaments.

He stopped at the door. It had been a long time since he had been here. He put his hand on the pewter and ran his fingers down the door frame. He didn’t know if he could come back to this place. He didn’t know if he could stand being there. There were too many…memories. He hadn’t been there long, but the little time spent was filled with good memories – until the night took them away.

The doors of the church were made of good wood; the door stood well over the years. Ronin set his hands on the giant ring on the door and tugged. As the door creaked open, Ronin caught sight of a dampiel girl brandishing dual guns. Ronin couldn’t help but think to himself about how ironic it would be to die in a church. He raised his hands into the air. “Woah. Hold it. I’m just here to pray.”

The girl stared at Ronin, guns still pointed straight for his skull. He mentally scolded himself. He let his emotions – uneasiness, guilt, worry – run wild and let his guard down. As much as he wanted to blame this terrible city, he needed to take responsibility for it and hope there would be no blood shed in this sanctum. “I’ve never heard of a God-worshipping dampiel before.”

“What about yourself?” She lowered her guns, her facial expressions showing her displeasure. Ronin couldn’t help but feel like he saw her once before. He turned his gaze to the little cup on the wall. “There’s no holy water here.” He placed his phalanges into the barren container and wiped the dust from it.

“There hasn’t been a caretaker for this place for a long time.” There was a hint of sorrow in her voice. He knew the feeling – the feeling of loss. Ronin stepped outside and scooped up some of the fresh snow. The girl gave him an inquiring look as he squeezed the flakes of ice. Water dripped from his hands as his grip grew tighter. He wiped his hands off on his jacket and reached under his shirt.

“I’m no priest, but this will have to do.” Ronin pulled out the silver cross from around his neck and dipped it into the newly-filled tray. He put the cross back on, dipped his fingers into the water, and did the sign of the cross.

The girl stared at him, jaw open. She ran up to him and gripped him at the collar. “Where did you get that cross?” There was a hint of anger in her voice.

“I received it a long time ago…” Ronin put his hand up to the cross and enclosed it in his fist. “…from an old friend who passed away.”

[Shizo]

Gideon Cinzento III
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There was a slight temptation, but he didn't pause; there was no misstep nor hesitation to survey his surroundings. He wasn't sure when or why, but someone was following him. He only noticed a block or two after getting off the coach, but they were way too close for them to just suddenly decide to ghost him. That meant they were good. Gideon could only sense auras, not what or who they were unless he knew them well. The...two...that were following him were sly, acrobatic. That meant they were either vampires or very skilled humans. Occam's razor eliminated the latter option. However, Gideon wasn't feeling especially threatened, not yet. They could just be acting territorial or just plain curious, wondering who the newcomer was.

Well, they wouldn't notice anything extremely interesting tonight, he thought to himself. Just a cold, tired, hungry- His thought was interrupted as he stepped into a leftover autumn puddle that wasn't so much a puddle as a pit that soaked water into his boots through the top.

"Goddamn! My sock's wet!" he found himself yelling. He cursed again for cursing, then cursed again for cursing about cursing. He ended it there when he began to detect a pattern. "Wet socks..." he still allowed himself to murmur as he headed down the street. "I hate wet socks..." They were still following him, whoever they are, but they were keeping there distance still. He headed into a main street and decided he was safe. If they wanted to harm him, they'd deal with him in the back streets. He could even see a building a flooded light into the street ahead: that had to be the inn, or at least a tavern with something warm. Someone sprinted out the door and dived into a snowbank that had settled itself near the door.

Drunken idiot, Gideon found himself thinking. He focused his hearing when the innkeeper came out to see if they had been thrown out or had really been acting the idiot when he heard it.

A clanging sound. Metal against stone. Chains?

He turned his ear in the direction of the strange sound. He remembered an archaic story about a repentant spirit covered in chains, but Gideon doubted that was who this is. It was back in the dark alleys and streets of Wood Water, far away from the warm glowing light of the tavern. There were also his two stalkers that had yet to let up. Going back into the darken corners of the city might just be their opportunity to strike, or at least become intrigued enough to given him unwanted trouble. However, since he was trying to act as though he wasn't being followed...

Gideon turned back into the maze of buildings, following first the sounds and then the aura when he got close enough. The chained spirit seemed to be moving oddly, slowly. Gideon had no idea if it was even friendly or not, but he trodded onward.

Damn my curious nature.
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[Heald]

Name: Doctor Leo Beyon, but often just goes by 'Doctor B' or just 'Doctor'.
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance: Stands at about 6 feet tall. He is of normal build and no spectacular features of note. He has short, kempt dark brown hair and blue eyes. Usually clean-shaven, sometimes with stubble. He normally wears warm winter coats, coloured grey, brown, black or tweed, and underneath wears suit trousers and a shirt, maybe a pullover if it is especially cold. Usually wears leather gloves and a scarf too.
Weapon(s) of Choice: He isn't much of a fighter but can be very inventive when he improvises. He is a trained fighter, both with his fists and with a blade but he prefers to negotiate. However, he always keeps a revolver on his person and several speciality bullets e.g. smoke, exploding, silver etc. He also carries a small toolkit (screwdrivers etc.) and a penknife on his person, as well as a personal 1st aid kit.
Powers: Humans have the ability to hold their breath underwater and jump about three or four feet in the air.
Occupation: A physician by profession, but has recently become fascinated with the occult.
Personality: He will stand out from mostly every other human due to the fact he will not run or is not even scared at the first sign of something odd. Vampires and other creatures of the night fascinate him greatly. He is soft-spoken and has a charismatic charm to him that can disarm even some of the more feral villains out there. Although he is a trained fighter, he only uses violence as a last resort and usually when he knows he can win. He recognises that vampires and the like are far stronger than he is and thus has diplomacy and persuasion at his disposal. He holds no particular allegiance but has a strong moral centre. He also possesses vast intelligence.
History: As a trained physician, he was a respected member of his community, not only as a skilled doctor but as a trusted neighbour. However, when vampires and the like arrived and began attacking his kin, he was often performing postmortems and autopsies, and instantly became fascinated with these creatures. Once he began examining the corpses of these creatures, he has begun to seek them out in order to better understand them.
Relations: Nope.
Other: Nope.

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Beyon shuffled through the snow barely concentrating on what he was doing. His eyes were gazing vacantly at the ground beneath and he had one hand in his pocket, his other holding a briefcase. It almost seemed disrespectful to be so blasé in this place, although he had know many of the people he was surrounded with at one time or another.

It had been a busy day for the doctor. He had been awoken at six in the morning by a city police officer to tend to a postmortem. He grudgingly made his way through the streets in the early hours, only guided by a lamp and the barely visible sunrise. Upon reaching the murder scene, he automatically deduced the corpse belonged to a dampiel; the identity was not known to any nearby residents or the police. The politics of the vampire world was something the common folk did not tend to busy themselves with, regarding the creatures of the night as something to be feared. Beyon himself has often faced accusations that his obsession and knowledge of vampires is based on the fact he is a vampire himself. Usually, he has proven his pure-human status by being able to eat garlic, wash in holy water and touch Bibles and other holy objects without so much as a paper cut, which has been enough evidence for most people. He studied the corpse for a few hours, finding that the dampiel had been beaten across the body, suggesting a violent struggle, and that his throat had been slit. There was also a strange purple burn across his chest that was unlike any burn from either extreme heat or cold. Beyon knew that magic was often employed by vampires and he simply guessed that there was some sort of sorcery at hand here. He took a sample of the burnt skin for his own examination. However, later, when he notified the police that the body could be removed, someone had already taken the body for them. Obviously the killer was not meant to leave the body around.

Beyon snapped out of his daydream and looked around. The graveyard was empty; indeed, many people feared the graveyard at night, associating it with vampires and other creatures. Beyon knelt down at one grave, emblazoned with,

Ms. Faye Rose Paige
Beautiful in Life
Peaceful in Death
Forever in our Hearts

Beyon opened his briefcase and laid down a white tulip; Faye's favourite. He also took out a small velvet pouch and slipped out an engagement ring. He kissed the diamond upon it and prayed briefly, before returning it to his briefcase and standing up.
"Adieu, my love," He whispered, "until fate brings us again."

He walked to a nearby tavern and ordered a pot of tea. He sat down in the corner and began enjoying his own company and the solitude this place offered. As he began to get lost in his own thoughts, he was brought back to reality by a soft voice.

"Doctor," he heard. He turned his head and saw a familiar girl.
"Jayne! How is life treating you today?" he inquired. Jayne was a fair girl, with long chestnut hair and a touch of make-up highlighting her face. She was a young girl, maybe only just eighteen years, and the niece of one of Beyon's older more regular patients. She had often asked to help at his surgery, but Beyon insisted she at least took some formal medical training.

"Oh, not bad really. I'm trying to earn some money at the moment, odd jobs really, washing dishes, grooming horses. Once I get enough, I'm going to become a nurse!"
Beyon smiled and took a sip of his tea.
"I see I could not dissuade you from this walk of life," he muttered. She giggled and shook her head.
"Doctor, I have...well, I'm sure it's nothing, but I woke up this morning and...well, I have no idea how it happened. Could you take a..."
Beyon signalled her to let him take a look. She did not seem to understand, so he decided to say it out loud.
"Well, let me take a look. I'm sure it is nothing, but with all this vampire activity, I guess you can't be too careful."
She blushed and whispered,
"Umm...is there anyway we could be more...private. It's in a..."
The doctor stood up and took her hand.
"The stables will be empty. I'm sure there we could get your privacy."

He led her by the hand to the stables and he sat down on a stool.
"So, where is it then?"
"On my leg...near my..."
She lowered her skirt to reveal a deep scratch in a compromising place. The doctor, no stranger to these intimate issues, took out his glasses and ran his finger up the scratch to check for irregularities.
"No teeth or nail marks. Can you think of any time you might have fallen over in the last 3 or 4 days?"
She shook her head, but then suggested she may have overindulged with some wine and spirits a night ago and somehow lost recollections of that night. The doctor sighed and lifted her skirt back up.
"Well, I think it will be one of those great mysteries," he said. She giggled and there was an awkward silence. She looked around the stables and said,
"Say, this is private, huh?"
The doctor nodded. He had some idea where this was heading. She leaned towards him.
"Doctor, I know you've been lonely since...that day...and I know you felt you couldn't save her. Those vampires, they just...but if you need anything, I mean...if you want me for..."
She leaned in closer and kissed him on the neck. He raised his hand to her chin and nodded her head up, making eye contact.
"My fiancée may have been taken away from me, but I still love her. And..."
Jayne tip-toed up and kissed him on the lips. He embraced her back briefly, before ending the kiss and looking away.
"Jayne...it was nice seeing you. Just...look after your scratch. And yourself."

Beyon returned to the main tavern room and had noticed his tea had gone cold. He sighed and returned to the bar, only to see a snow-covered man with long blonde hair taking a pot from the bartender. As he spoke to the bartender, Beyon noticed his pale skin and saw that the man's teeth were very sharp. Judging from his questions regarding Wood Water City, it would follow that this man was not from around here. Were more vampires coming to the city? Beyon wanted to find out. He walked over and introduced himself.
"Greetings friend, I gather you're new here! I'm Doctor Beyon at your service!"

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*tag* Sworkill87!!!!!

[Dr.McNinja]

Gabriel remained leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway, glancing to the side at Draconin who had stationed himself near the entrance, his ever serious, glowing eyes peering out into the darkness. Outside, the few individuals out passed by unaware of the two hidden in the doubled night of the shadowed alley. As Draconin peered curiously at a vampire passing by who seemed to be, for some reason, shivering from the cold, Gabriel reached out and felt for their presence of their target. The self-proclaimed priest waited a beat before commenting, “He knows we’re here, he has to.”

Draconin didn’t bother turning while responding, “I know.”

Adjusting his cassock, Gabriel shifted slightly against the wall, “I figured, just making sure.”

There was silence for a few moments before a small sigh escaped Draconin’s shadowed figure, “You want us to reveal ourselves don’t you?”

Gabriel gave a small smile, a stray beam of light from the heavy moon glinting brightly off his glasses, “We won’t learn anything from him by slinking around, and if whatever’s dragging those chains around gets hold of him first, we might not get the chance.”

Draconin had heard the chains, how could he not on such a still night, but he was not one prone to rash decisions. Should he reveal himself now? This chained one might be an accomplice, a contact of their target and coming out at this moment might ruin their chance at finding a source of information invaluable to their mission. He could not convince him that such was the truth however, the aura this thing gave off, it was fractured, tortured, and decidedly unstable. Problems beget problems, they didn’t even know if this person was worth anything to them yet he could not leave him to the whims of some roaming psycho. A hand grasped the hilt of a sword and behind him he heard Gabriel push himself away from the wall, recognizing the gesture. Draconin spoke before walking out into the street, “Let me do any talking if we get the chance, I tend to come off a bit less...offensive to most than you do.”

The smile was still on Gabriel’s face as the Velvet Nightmares slipped out from their holsters into his hands, “You talk yet I fear that there are few who listen, as we have found out so often.”

Draconin had to agree, yet..., “It can’t hurt Gabriel, and when it works it gives more information than a thousand bodies can.”

Gabriel could not argue that fact. He had traveled with Draconin for months, and he had never met someone as cunning, effective, and frighteningly deadly as the man. He slipped out of the alley behind his long-haired friend, his guns held at the ready, a sardonic whisper floating across the still air, “True friend, and they make such wonderful targets sitting there talking when they decide to be less than friendly back.”

A smile found its way onto Draconin’s face, but it lingered for less than a second before his eyes narrowed and his senses heightened for the hunt ahead. So sharp were his senses that he could even make out Gabriel’s voice, whispered silently to himself, as they approached where their target and the chained one were to meet.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? Come and reckon your sins with me. Amen.”

[Shizo]

Gideon Cinzento
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The two seemed to be getting closer, and Gideon could do nothing about it. For the moment, at least. Until they actually confronted him, he'd put the pair out of his mind. He really just needed to focus on one ill-advised decision at a time. He rounded the final corner. The strange jangley chain noise had found its way into a back alley protected from the wind by the buildings on either side. It was still cold, but the biting gale certainly made that fact worse when it was around. Gideon didn't know what was beyond the final corner, but he'd already wandered this far; he might as well see. He cautiously peered around, his eyes already adjusted to the dimness of night. He stifled a small gasp at what he saw.

It was a pitiful creature, his horribly thin body bound tightly by black leather. His hair was tangled and scraggly, and his eyes were covered by a blindfold. From the smooth gait he had and the easy way he dragged the three pairs of chains behind him, he had been this way for a long time, possibly years. Overall, he looked to Gideon like someone had tried to mummify a zombie. Someone with a leather fetish.

The strange, bound figure looked his way. He knows I'm here, Gideon thought to himself, choosing not to analyze how at the moment. He stepped from around the corner, arms held open at his sides to show he was unarmed; probably a useless gesture in this situation, but habits die hard. "Hey there. My name is Gideon," He said softly. He kept a respectable distance between them. That was not only to prevent the feral man from running, but also to give Gideon a good headstart in case things turned hostile. Since it seemed the other was a dampiel, Gideon didn't want to get into a fight, even if the damiel looked weak and unable to defend himself. "I'm a friend. What's your name?" The damiel didn't respond. "Can you speak? How can I help you?" Gideon wasn't sure if the dampiel could respond verbally, but he seemed willing to listen. That was always a good sign.

I'm in an alleyway talking to a restrained, possibly crazy half-vampire when I could be in the inn with a hot meal and a warm bed. I always seem to choose the best outings for myself.
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[Master Rudy]

OOC-OK our fault for not moving this along or posting somehow. If you didn't see my misc. return post here's the deal. Lost net just after this started and been focused more on real life and money problems but I'm back now and Brandy should be posting sooner or later as well. I need to know straight up who's still intrested in this RPG. Drop me a line or post OOC. I'll give you guys a day or two before sending PM's out to everyone in this. Little late right now ^_~

[pokemasterfrank]

OOC - Welcome back I figured that's what happened. I'm still interested. Also, I totally found those mp3s you were looking for a while ago.

[Ultimate Charizard]

I never got an intro post in but im still interested.
Dont think cos im slow posting i arent interested lol.

[Asilynne]

Dont let Rudy off the hook he has the net right in his room and nothing better to do, so he will post tonight or Ill twist his balls off
And I, too, will post once I take care of some more important things like finding a decent job. This lil hiatus came at a bad time (the beginning of this rpg) but sometimes shit happens you cant predict so yeah....what can you do :< BTW Frank you need to give us a call sometime lol

[Master Rudy]

Ok here we go.....just got to get back into the swing of things as far as writing goes.

Name-Rudy Summers (sometimes called the Blue Devil by humans)
Age-24 (appears to be about 18)
Race-Vampire
Appearance-Stands at 5'10". Rudy now has shoulder length blue hair which he keeps tied back and blue eyes. His eyes turn red when he starts to become more aggresive such as in a battle. Clothing wise he's the same for the most part prefering dark blues and blacks but he looks like he's invaded his sister's closet as he now prefers a dark trenchcoat to his old denim jacket. While he obviously hasn't shown signs of aging in seven years Rudy looks a little older now due to his new appearence and the new confident look he carries in his eyes since the battle with Lantis.
Weapon(s) of Choice-Still prefers his katana and daggers with some minor alterations to his katana. It now carries an engraving of a wolf on the blade and a blue sapphire at the end of it's handle.
Powers-In addition to the usual vampire powers Rudy has started to develop a few psychic type powers over the past few years. Occassional from seemingly out of nowhere he'll get visions of the very near future. It acts like a danger sense and it mainly triggered whenever someone he cares about is in grave danger. Since the end of Dawn he has nearly perfected being able to telapathicly speak to his family. While he can't exactly read minds Rudy can also somewhat sense the motives of people. As a result lying to him isn't easy but that doesn't mean it's impossible. As a final part of his new bag of trick Rudy has been learning how to focus his power and give some of it to someone else for a short time. Right now it carries major limitations. So far he's been only able to do it with those in his bloodline. In short that means only Myra or Gyvien (since Yuar hasn't been aroudn he hasn't had the chance to try it with him yet). In addition it leaves him in a very weakened state for awhile. On the flip side however it improves Myra/Gyvien's speed in battle as well as their healing powers. He's mainly done this in dire situations where weakening himself would be a better option than letting one of them go around injured severely.
Occupation-Vampire hunter first and foremost. He use to fight vampires that drank blood with no care for the reason. However since Rudy now falls into that category himself he's much more careful about it and saves the hunting for those that openly kill with no care for their victim. In recent years he's gone so far as to be a trainer or sparring partner for some young hunters....provided they can find him.
Personality-Laid back and friendly are the words to best describe Rudy despite the fact he wasn't always that way. Hotheaded and brash would have fit much better in his youth. The one downside to becoming a blood drinker that he absolutely hates is that those personality traits as well as a slight temper will surface if he hasn't fed in awhile. However the extreme violent and wild side that earned him his nickname is nowhere to be found. He'll always do everything to protect his family and will put himself in harms way if it'll keep them safe. On some occassions however if pushed too far reason and common sense in a battle may go out the window. Protecting those that can't defend themselves is always his first goal.
History-(Pre Dawn)
Son of a pair of vampire hunters. His father was born a vampire and his mother had been turned into one a few years before he was born. Had a rough life growing up. Lost his mother shortly after being born. His initial experiences with humans are what led to his violent side and hotheadedness. When he was 13 he slaughted a whole group of vampire hunters after him and his father were caught by them and he was forced into watching and believing his father died in the attack. This event taught him that if he didn't let go of that anger he would eventually become the very thing his parents went after. When he was 16 he and his father were attacked by a vampire named Oyar who had an extreme bone to pick with the Summers family. Rudy was injured pretty bad but would make it. His father would not be so lucky. Before dying he revealed his biggest secret to Rudy: that he had a dampiel half sister. The reasons for how it had happened remained unknown to Rudy however. The only bit of info he could give to him before his death was that she was about four years older and that it would be around the area of Wood Water City where he'd be mostly likely to find her.

(During Dawn)
October 15th, 12110
This day began the longest 48 hour period in Rudy's life. A small series of rather bad luck found Rudy teamed up with Myra Link who had just arrived on Earth from the City of the Night. This chance encounter eventually led him towards meeting Gyvien and Yuar as well as the rest of the main cast of Dawn. Upon his first meeting with Gyvien there was a feeling that he knew her despite never meeting her at all. Following the discovery that she was a dampiel and noting her age it didn't take Rudy long to put two and two together. Rudy's first attempts to connect with her failed when she was not prepared to acknowlege the fact that she had a brother. Despite his nature all she saw in him was another vampire. It wasn't until he got his first vision and saved her from a certain death at Oyar's hands that she started to cool off towards him a bit. While Yuar and several other characters dealt with a different threat Rudy, Myra and Gyvien survived another encounter with Oyar. Shortly before that battle Rudy admitted that Myra was having an effect on him no woman ever did before and that he was starting to fall of her. Eventually Rudy learned from Myra about Lantis: a vampire and master manipulator who who looking to take back what he percieved to be a world that was his. Unlucky for them however the next night was a Blood Moon. Those that didn't drink blood were weakened to about the level of a human and gained an extreme need to feed. Vampires that did became much more dangerous. Before long Rudy was face to face with Lantis. Despite his weakened state he attempted to protect Myra and Gyiven full well knowing that the chances of his survival were next to none. Shocking revelations about his family's past are what lost him the battle. Lantis was the one resposible for turning his mother and as a result this pretty much made him family too. Defeated in simply one blow he was taken captive by Lantis who merely did not percieve the others to be a threat. Following torture at his hands Rudy managed to escape with the help of the mysterious Vylianne but ultimately returned to where Lantis was upon coming to the conclusion that Myra and company would look for him there. On his return he discovered that Myra was now captive through mind control and that she had been forced to drink blood by Lantis. As a result this would doom her to needing to do so for the rest of her life. After saving her Rudy and Myra started the final battle with him but in the course of it Rudy had to watch injured and helpless as his sister was murdered by Lantis. As the final breaking point Rudy let loose the same rage he did on that group of vampire hunters that had tried to kill him and his father. This allowed him to weaken Lantis enough for the final blow to be given by Myra. Following the batter the daggers Night and Day that were carried by Yuar and Gyvien reformed into the sword know as Time and actually managed to bring Gyvien back from the dead. With everything in place to return to normal Rudy did the only thing he could. He expressed his wish to be with Myra forever by kissing her bloodstained lips not allowing her to go through that fate alone.

(Post Dawn)
Much has happened in seven years. Yuar had left shortly following the battle with Lantis. Not too long after Rudy and Myra shared their blood with one another in a vampiric ritual that for all intents and purposes would be the equvalent of a human marriage. Eventually they settled in an out of the way area of the forest near Wood Water that was extremely difficult for humans to get to or even find. Rudy has taken a more Yuar like stance with vampire hunting. He now solely hunts only those that do not care for their victims well being. In addition to hunting vampires if he comes accross humans commiting crimes around the city he'll personally see to it that it ends quickly. Despite being criminals Rudy will not kill them if they are human. He prefers to rough them up and then leave them in an area where they would be found easily by the proper authorites. These are the humans Rudy prefers to feed off of but in the event he's got no choice but to look for a random victim he'll carefully do so by knocking them out and taking a very small amount of blood. Afterwards he'll treat their wounds himself and usually leave them somewhere safe such as a nearby church.
Relations-Myra Summers (Wife/Linked by blood), Gyvien Summers (Half Sister), Yuar Link (Brother in Law)
Other-Due to his nature of hunting dangerous vampires, going after criminal humans and doing his fair share of feeding on humans those that know of Rudy are a mixed bunch. The majority do not care for what good he has done and as with all vampires want him dead. There are a few however that look past the fact he drinks blood and can clearly see he's trying to make the city a better place for those that only want peace. Some vampire hunters that are in the second group have actually tried looking for him in an attempt to train with him knowing that despite his age he'd have much to teach them. Unfortunatly when those that look for him are human he's usually got to save their asses for being so deep in the forest. In recent months he's stepped back on trips to the city due to the fact that Myra is going to have a child soon.

Rudy Summers
Wood Water City
6:29 PM
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"I promise you if you drop your weapons I'll make your death a quick and painless one you fiend!"

Please tell me he doesn't think I'm that stupid I thought to myself. I didn't know anyone in their right mind that would willingly drop their weapons and accept death. It didn't take a genius to see what had really happened here. Vampire attacks a teenage girl and drags her to a dark alley. Rudy Summers happens to be in the area and comes along in an attempt to save said girl and kills the vampire. Teenage girl has lost too much blood however and dies in my arms as I'm tending to her. Cue the appearence of the vampire hunter seeing dead girl in Rudy's arms and convenently missing the fact that another dead vampire was nearby.

In other words the story of my life.

Before I could give an explaination he was already coming at me. At that point instinct kicked in and without a second thought I brought my daggers up above my head to block his incoming sword. Due to how narrow the alley was I opted for my daggers when I jumped the other vampire. The hunter however had only a single sword. This fight would be over before he knew what had happened. Since he didn't have the space for wide swings I'd easily be able to block and control the flow of the battle. After blocking the initial attack he took a small hop back and attempted a thrust. It was almost too easy. Leaning slightly to my left the blade bypassed me. With speed that would have been impossible for a human I put away my daggers and then grabbed the man by the right arm. It wasn't my style to kill or seriously cripple those that were misguided or misinformed so rather than do something nasty I simply disarmed the hunter and then proceeded to dislocate his shoulder and then slam my knee into his chest. While it would be painful for the man he'd recover fully.

Knowing that it wouldn't be long before the sounds drew someone else's attention I quickly grabbed the man by the hair and made sure he was looking into my eyes before I spoke my words. "Before you get any ideas of saying you got ambushed you remember something" I said with a mixed tone of anger and sadness. "I'm not like the other vampires. This was merely an act of self-defense. I could have killed you easily if I desired. Finally before you pin that poor girl's death on me make note of the vampire I killed as I tried to save her life. While her blood may not be on my hands it may as well be since I didn't get here quick enough. Remember who I am and what I stand for should you come accross me again."

With that I left him there and without looking back I made a quick leap to the rooftops. I knew it wouldn't be long before this area got covered by men and women searching for me once word got out that Rudy Summers was in the neighborhood. I knew I couldn't linger or even attempt travel without hiding somewhere. There was the off chance that any hunters I ran into might turn a blind eye if they knew me or knew of me. However it was also likely that I'd run into someone wanting to make a name for themself. Not wanting to risk those odds I did a quick mental rundown of what was in the area and where I could hide. Without thinking twice I knew what my sole option was and proceeded to make my way to the church of a man I knew for only a short time.

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6:41 PM
Outside the Church of the Guiding Light
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"Haven't seen this place in a long time" I said to myself as I made my way up to the doors of the church that had once been run by Father Farwell. The last time I was here was to help Liven Dinas bury the poor man following the horrible events of the Blood Moon. Since then the church had seen better days. No priest had wanted to take over running it for the fact that some of them believed it to be cursed. I couldn't say I blamed them. Roland was simply insane. Past him I couldn't name a priest that wanted to be turned into a vampire. The actions of the man led to the battle that eventually took Farwell's life. As a result parts of the church were now slowly starting to fall apart.

Once I got a little closer however I went into alert mode and drew my katana. There were fresh footprints in the snow leading into the church and the front door was slightly ajar. The church was only about five minutes out of town but it was far enough away from a main road to make me wonder. No one had business here and I hadn't heard talks of anyone suddenly taking over the duties of the church or moving in. Needless to say if someone was still inside I wasn't about to go waltzing into the front door in case their intent was unpure. With that I slowly made my way around to a rear entrance. If they were harmless then so be it. I had no problem with someone being inside if the intent wasn't bad or if they were simply seeking shelter. However I wasn't going to let someone malicious disturb the final resting place of an honorable man......
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TAG TO BRAN OR FRANK!

[Master Rudy]

OOC-Not to be a picky bastard but where's everyone at? I know some of you are still intrested yet I see nothing new. I can't be the one man show ya know! ^_~

[Mystic_clown]

Azul
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Azul 'eyed' the man before him curiously. He could smell the blood of a human within him, but he also smelt something else. The scent of a vampire.

Was this man like him? A dampiel?

"Hey there. My name is Gideon," the dampiel spoke. Azul was curious as to why this Gideon didn't seem afraid of him.

"I'm a friend. What's your name?"

His name...Azul hadn't heard it in so long he had almost forgotten it.

A single word echoed in the back of his mind, reminding him who he was.

"Can you speak? How can I help you?"

This dampiel was a mystery. He was trying to help him, despite hi most likely unusal appearance.

But that's what seperated dampiels from humans...

Azul opened his mouth to speak, his voice raspy from years of unuse.

"mmmy," he spoke slowly, his mind trying to form the words, "nnamme...iis...Azuul," he droned out, his mouth not used to talking after years of silence.

Then Azul heard it, two more being approaching not far off, coming straight here. His head turned slightly, almost in the direction of the sound.

"I know," he heard Gideon say, as if he knew what he was thinking. Were these others with him? Azul took a step back, his chains shaking lightly, ready for any hostility.

[Shizo]

Gideon Cinzento III
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The creature...no, the man before him took a step back, wary of Gideon's followers. So his name's Azul, Gideon thought as he focused on three people at once. What sort of torment has he been through to be like this, chained and creeping like a beaten, half-mad dog? Was he tortured just because he's a dampiel? He held back a shudder; the last thing he wanted was to upset Azul. Gideon was certain that the dampiel wouldn't intentionally try to hurt him, but any being who had been alone for so long as to have trouble speaking had to be far from stable.

The ghosting vampires made their move, leaping from the high building they had been surveying the scene from. Before their feet touched the pavement, a gun appeared as if from nowhere and rested in Gideon's left hand, the barrel pointed toward them. Gideon stood his ground, his stance giving the air that he was willing to settle things peacefully, but was ready for any ill will the two had. Azul let out a soft growl at the intruders. One was tall and lanky, his icy blue eyes framed by black-streaked blond hair. The priest's eyes, however, were automatically drawn to the blonde's partner, however. Raven black skin, red eyes that almost glowed. Then Gideon's eyes trailed back to the first. Were those crosses? If that one had immunity to holy relics - odd as that would be - Gideon's scar wouldn't provide any protection against him, nor his holy water. They both had weapons. Though they weren't drawn, Gideon could tell they knew how to use them, and use them well.

I may be in over my head again, He thought, ensuring his poker face was in place. No choice but to bluff this one out.

"Hey there!" The blonde wearing the cassock grinned. "I don't think there's any need for you to point that at us."

"Can you prove that?" Gideon said, trying to keep his question civil but serious. "You'll have to forgive me, but experience has taught me caution." Azul's growls were becoming more serious, his expressions feral. "Azul, no. Gideon said softly. "Calm down. I'm sure they're just curious." Gideon had no idea if that actually helped, since Azul's growling only lessened slightly.

"Actually, yes," the talkative one said. "I guess you could say we are a bit curious. Just wanting to know who you are and such. Wondering what kind of dampiel shivers in the cold."

"One with wet socks," Gideon said blankly. His eyes traveled back to the black-skinned one. He had yet to say a word, but Gideon was still wary of any movement from his direction. These vampires may be able to help him, but he wasn't certain if they actually would or if the name of the one he searched for was one they hated. He'd already learned to be cautious about that the hard way. "My name's Gideon, for what it's worth, and I'm just looking for someone. I'm not a hunting vampires or anything, so you don't have to worry about it. I think it'd be best if you'd leave now or show some good will of your own."
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This is an official TAG for B4 and Dr. McNinja.

[Master Rudy]

OOC-I give props to Shizo and MC for posting. That aside....
Seriously guys....what's the deal? You say your intrested yet I see no action on the part of others. I suppose with some work I can continue the story from my end but other people are eventually going to need to post if this thing has any hope of moving on. I'm not going to single one person out over another but I will say this. I've checked profiles. I know who's currently active and in the cases of some of you from talking to you guys who's busy. At this point if you've not replied to my PM's yet you've been active then I assume your out. Those of you who have said your intrested please contact me if your currently unable to post for whatever reason. I need to truely know who's in and out so I can get an idea of if this is actually going to go anywhere. Seeing the sequal fall again would be like Jericho getting canceled twice.....only it'll be worse since this RPG in paticular means so much to me and Bran :-/

[Bulbasaur4]

DRACONIN
Hidden Info: Accessed - [ Yuar Link | M ]
MUSIC START: In the Shadows - The Rasmus

Yuar's red gaze were fixated upon Gideon, although he was highly aware and perceptive of the darkened one seemingly bound by chains. It was an odd sight, it was an uncommonly odd sight... even for a place such as Wood Water City. Unless, of course, the city had changed that much in the years of his absence. The darkened one's movements were unnatural- ironically enough - but unnatural in the sense it seemed as if they had not moved in coordination with each other for along time. He could not see, he was bound yet again in that area, but yet Yuar knew that must have only heightened his other senses.
The other one, Gideon, nothing more than a rogue dampiel who didn't have an allegance to the association. Yuar remembered... remembered her, her movements, her gaze... echoes of her were in all of the dampiels who were apart of that organization. But not in this one.
"Would you have him give you a gift?" Draconin's voice rose to the air suddenly, its silken quality of deadly crimson flooding the air like a rising tide. The non-seeing one turned to his voice while Gideon's gaze flickered to him as well.
"Good will is hard to truly show; even those of certain evil can play the part." Draconin's hands were in his pockets, but he lifted one gently and slowly- so not to cause alarm- as he calmly brushed a strand of black hair away. "We've recently come to Wood Water City in search of Vampires who might give us a lead to a new, rising organization. Seeing how a fast carriage in the middle of a calm night is a bit of an oddity, we picked you out... Gideon. Perhaps you can help us as well, unseeing one." Draconin paused for a moment. "If either of you care to share any information you might know... anything interesting, we would appreciate it. If not, we'll move onward. However, being as you both seem rather new to this city... I suggest you be wary. There are more than mere vampires upon the streets to worry about."

?????????
Hidden Info: Denied.
MUSIC START: Silence

She was walking. Her flowing black hair rippled harshly against her back in the sudden gust of the wind that screeched down the street. Wrapped about her body was a silken cloak of black, although the manner that it was fastened to her shoulders made the cloak appear to be more of a raggedy dress. Her skin was milken pale and her staggering steps suggested that she was most likely intoxicated or hurt, yet she was neither.
"Cold nights won't go away... cold nights won't leave me... too cold... too cold..." She stammered, her pale hand clutched at her breast bone. "The warmth will chase him away... the warmth will chase... chase him... away! Away!"
She continued to walk down the middle of the street, the wind howling an echo to emphasize the abandonment around her and within.

[Outlaw JT]

You didn't think he'd stay in the shadows forever, did you? Back by popular demand, everyone's favorite clever lunatic: KOGER(the original)!!!!!


Name- Koger
Age- 40
Race- Mutant
Appearance- 6'4", firm yet limber muscular build(well toned muscles), silver hair with two broad blue streaks running on either side of his head, violet colored eyes, wears an open blood red vest over a black silk long sleeve shirt with black leather pants. he wears a rose shaped silver pendant that has a garlic bud in it.
Weapon(s) of Choice- A twin pair of katanas. one is pure black and the other is pure silver. Both of them seem to have runes etched into the blade in blood. The handles are slightly longer than a typical katana. The two blades share a single double sided sheath inserted into opposing ends. (as Rudy suspected Koger has a few new tricks up his sleeves but I'll leave them there for the time being )
Powers- Speed and agility beyond a fully matured vampire. As a reflex Koger can change any inorganic material he touches into another material. He has mastered some control over it and change inorganic materials by taking time to concentrate on them. He can now readily undo any changes he does make with this power.
Occupation- Koger still occasionally takes work as a bounty hunter but disappears for long stretches of time on mysterious and unknown errands.
Personality- Fun, playful, clever and enigmatic. He enjoys life and enjoys his work and couldn't care less what anyone thinks of him.
History- He was found abandoned as a baby by a monastery. They raised him till he was 6 at which point he killed the head priest and made off with all the gold trinkets he could carry. He fell in with a vampire-hunter he tried to rob when he was age 8 because the hunter was amused by him. He picked up the trade and eventually went to work for himself as a bounty hunter, hunting anything he could get paid to hunt. He has killed his fair share of both humans and vampires and has no loyalties. Since the events of DotBM he has taken on fewer and fewer contracts and has occasionally offered his services for free. He has maintained contact with Rudy and continually asserts himself as Rudy's teacher. This aside, shortly after DotBM he began to come and go very sporadically, sometimes disappearing entirely for long stretches of time, once for an entire year.
Relations- He treats Rudy like family and acts very familiar towards a vampire named Vyliane. Aside from that he seems to have acquaintances or contacts almost everywhere.
Other- Also tends to be a constant thorn in Rudy's side since he seems to have taken it upon himself to "train" Rudy. Often appears when unexpected and in Rudy's case least wanted.


I don't have time for a post now but I will edit one into this post sometime this weekend. Cheers!

[Master Rudy]

OOC- Sorry frank (its Brandy) I dont have access to the net that often where I am atm so I havent posted but I do have ideas, I just need a quiet moment to get them all down. I got a flash drive so maybe I can type something up at home and see if I can use it on the comps at the community computer area (I dont know if I can cause they might not let me). But I do have some ideas so just hang in there til my next post

Also anyone that knows Myra can feel free to bring her in on everything and Ill post for her when I can :>

[Shizo]

Gideon Cinzento III
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The dark one spoke. If they didn't give off the feeling of being equals, the assumption would have been that he was the leader. He did seem to at least be the senior. Gideon suddenly felt rather stupid. He had decided to push the carriage driver to get to Wood Water as soon as he could, and he preferred to arrive in new locations at night. Not only was it less crowded, but he preferred darkness. His grandfather's legacy, the priest figured. But of course that would make him suspicious in this still-healing town. Of course these vampires would investigate. This was their territory. If he had taken a moment to think....

But he hadn't, and there was no reason to lament about this when there were more pressing issues at hand. And since these two hadn't attacked him, and Azul seemed to be quiet for the moment, it seems it was time to try and talk his way out of this. He was already feeling responsible to Azul and didn't want to leave him, so running away wouldn't work. However, if words failed, he wasn't certain what he would do with his back-up plan gone. Well, first things first.

"Forgive me, you're right." In less than a blink, the gun was gone again. "I apologize for my rudeness. It's been my experience that not all I come across are open to dialougue, and it helps to show immediatly that you're willing to defend yourself." Not that it'd do much good against you, wouldn't it? he thought.

The dark one seemed to relax, but only slightly. Gideon doubted that he'd pick it up at all if he weren't trained to spot such signs. "I'm glad to see you're willing to avoid any unnecessary confrontations. We came armed for the same reasons you did; not everyone is reasonable."

Gideon nodded, giving a quick sensing "glance" at Azul. He appeared to be listening.

"Now, care to let us know what caused you to arrive here with such haste?"

"Mostly, the carriage was uncomfortable." The two stared in silence at his frank response. "I mean, the springs were started to push against the seat padding a bit too much, and the whole thing jostled at every pebble it ran over, and I don't like traveling all that much anyway. Well, I do like going to new places; it's the getting there that bothers me. So I wanted to be off as soon as possible." The silence continued. They probably thought Gideon quite the simple fool now, which didn't bother Gideon in the least bit.

The blond vampire finally broke the silence with a small cough into his fist. "Um, I believe what my compatriot meant was why you came to Wood Water. This isn't precisely a major tourist attraction."

Now Gideon was faced internal conflict. Since they were searching for vampires themselves, they may know about his target. However, Gideon had been almost killed before by mentioning the wrong name to the wrong people. "Any assurance that you won't harm anyone because of what I say? I can attest that I'm not here to hurt or kill anyone, and, to tell the truth, I don't know anything about any new association of vampires." Much to my annoyance, he mentally added. Is this why the Vatican sent me on his hunt. If so, don't they trust me enough to tell me?! The answer appeared to be no, and that caused him agitation that he hoped didn't translate into his body language.

"We can't promise anything, dampiel, but we're not feral beasts who will fall upon you at a moment's notice." The blonde said spreading his hands open. It seems he was the spokesman again.

He nodded. That's all Gideon was expecting to get, and it'd have to do. He had to start somewhere. "Basically, I'm here to try and learn more about the City of the Night."

Taken aback slightly, the blonde asked, "Why?"

"I'd rather not say. I really don't trust you enough, no offense. I'm seeking out a vampire who can help with my inquiries, Yuar Link. I understand he's actually from the City, but since he's living here, I'm hoping that I can persuade his aid." Not that I know how, Gideon thought. But was that a twitch the dark vampire gave?
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Post!

[Outlaw JT]

Koger
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The forest just seven miles outside of Wood Water City was deathly quiet tonight. A soft breeze flowed through the treetops. Branches swayed, leafs rustled, yet there was eerily no sound within range of the average persons hearing. Tonight was a night of foreboding and silent successes. This forest was to be a scene of such a success. One that would go largely uncredited until the hour grew too late. It had all been planned so carefully, after all.

As barren as these woods usually were it was rife with activity tonight. Four figures navigated it's labyrinthine depths with deliberate focus and caution. Vigilantly they spread their eyes wide for whatever creatures might be lurking in the heart of darkness. Set on a dangerous and secret path they should have been safe. Only one person knew they were coming to Wood Water but with the rise in activity among the vampire community it paid to be extra cautious. Especially on important errands such as tonights delivery.

The four proceeded forward but they were not the only creatures lurking in the shadows of the forest. An fifth set of eyes watched them patiently from a perch hidden high among the treetops. These eyes tracked them effortlessly, waiting for just the right moment. It was already too late for the four but they had no way of knowing. The trap had been set before they even began their trek. Now, it was time for the trap to be sprung.

The largest of the four figures was up front. A hulking brute who took point because of the refined senses of his werewolf kin. Against any normal predator he would've seen the trap for what it was ages before walking into it. Their stalker was no ordinary hunter, though. With a sudden jerk the fifth pair of eyes were in motion. A spring line cleverly made into the very root of a tree snared the beasts hind leg and vaulted it into the air. A slender colorful form descended from the treetops along it's path, a blade glinting silver off of the moonlight. As the two forms pass, the blade sweeps neatly down the center of the werewolf, bisecting it with perfect symmetry.

Halfway to the ground this hunter twists to the side and kick off of a tree. He vaults towards the remaining three figures, producing a second blade seemingly from thin air. This blade as black as the darkest night slices cleanly through the neck of one of the two mutant guardians as the silver flashing blade removes the head of the other leaving only the hunter and the hunted, predator and prey. Recognizing his assailant the last of the four forms lets out a low cackling laugh. In his mind, their roles were now reversed. After all, how could a mutant hope to defeat an ancient vampire?

"So this is who they send to retrieve the artifact? A petty mutant? A stray mutt licking after it's masters crumbs?" the vampire spoke loudly with amusement.

"Ah.....it would seem you have been greatly misinformed my misanthropic corpse. My services have been retained by no one. I am here to retrieve your little trinket for myself, dear Kaethos. Sadly I must inform you that you will be unable to attend your scheduled rendezvous with Mr Emo. I will pass your regards along to pithy Draconin, however. When it suits my needs, anyway," Koger's smile was wide and sinister.

The two stood ten feet apart, frozen in the breeze. Slowly Kaethos' claws began to protrude. Koger tightened his grip on his dual katana. It was a moment of perfect tension, two seasoned warriors patiently awaiting the first move.

"Since you seem so set on dying tonight, allow me to oblige. It's not short list the number of people who will thank me for finis........" Kaethos began but stopped midsentence.

To blink was to miss everything. One second the pair stood apart ten feet facing each other. Almost in the same instant Koger was standing behind the ancient vampire Kaethos. One blade, black as night, was fully extended, a single drop of blood dangling from it's tip. The other blade protruded straight through Kaethos' chest, piercing the heart with silver. A red line slowly began to form across Kaethos' neck as he looked down upon the blade sticking out of his chest.

"That was fast......" Kaethos managed to say before his head rolled neatly off of his neck.

"Yes. It was!" Koger replied with a devilish grin as his blades were sheathed instantly.

The package the vampire Kaethos had been carrying quickly found it's way to Koger's eager hands. It was only a small piece in a large puzzle but it was almost the last one. As he looked into the satchel at the prize hidden within his grin began to deepen to demonic depths.

"Oh the world shall weep for it's sins revisited upon it!" Koger said before leaping back to the seclusion of the treetops, humming a children's song with an eery tone.


ooc: Just so you know, there were no witnesses and no one will have any idea this was Koger's doing until he wants them to. Feel free to find the deceased bodies of a werewolf, two mutants, and an ancient vampire in the forest, however.

[Master Rudy]

OOC-Ok Brandy's getting something prepped up and since I'm also waiting on her I've got to hang back a bit. It just a matter of her getting her post onto a flash drive and to a computer with both a USB port and net access.
I'll let you guys guess which one I don't have ~_~()
In any case hang in there and don't quit on me just yet. Business is going to pick up real soon.....

[Drusilla]

Hi-de-ho....

I quit one of my jobs, YAY! They were mean to me and made me cry. Seriously. So, I quit. And I apparently haven't been online since February... Yikes. But I think I'm alive. If the government doesn't come to get me. I swear, they're trying to get me for no good reason... In any case, let me attempt to work the kinks out of my brain as best I can.. I have two things of WD40 here, and Lordi-ness... Ehehehehe... The neighbors are scared again! Yay Lordi! But, yes, I should be posting soon. I close at work tomorrow, to perhaps posties tonight? Pay bills, make phone calls, play taxi for people off work, human sacrifice, posties... Yesyes...

[Master Rudy]

OOC-Glad to see you back Dru! If you see a decent opening feel free to jump in at any point. As for me and Bran I'm waiting on her. Her net access is extremely minimal at best right now. I'll give her another day or two and if she's still not posted I may need to take things into my own hands in an attempt to move things along :/

[Asilynne]

Finally found time to get this posted...
Sorry for the wait ^-^() I hope its worth the delay... I dont have any reference from the RPG itself to look at just what Ive got in my memory since Im writing this from a computer without internet currently, so if anything isnt exactly accurate I can change it later

~~Liven Dinas~~
Down the bloody streets of memory..
:::6:59pm:::

Farwell.....
His cross glinted around the neck of a stranger. His cross was in the hands of a dampiel...Farwells cross. The last time I saw it...was the last time I saw Farwell alive.
As I stood there staring at the stranger who came into the Church, my gun hand began to tremble slightly, though I still held it on the wearer of Farwells cross. Something just wasnt right about the way he moved towards the altar, touching the edge of each pew as if with a lovers caress. His slow stride seemed afraid to stir the dust that had settled on the floor after seven years of neglect. No, there was not a hint of evil or ill will in anything he did, but that didnt make it any less strange.
Why would a dampiel wear a cross?

Farwell.....

The light shone from him, a bright white beacon in the cold darkness of the bloody night. Farwell and Roland, good and evil, locked together in a battle to the death, one that neither seemed to be winning, until that final flash of light revealed Farwell impaled by Rolands sword. But the light would decide it in favor of goodness, for though Farwell was dealt a fatal blow, the light would finally end the madness brought about by the wicked priest. The battle was over, Farwell had won. Roland was dead.
But I didnt care that the fate of the City was safe now that Rolands madness had ended. I didnt care that he was dead and that justice had been done. All I cared was that Farwell, the man who would stand against any wickedness in the world and yet would not lift a hand to save himself lest he do violence, the peaceful man that rescued me as a small child, was dying. I saved him once that night, saved him from sure death by changing him into a vampire, but because of the Blood Moon any vampires and dampiels that havent drank blood became weaker, thier healing powers diminished, and now though he lay in the cold street as a vampire he was still dying. He has not tasted blood, and because of this he would die. I offered my arm, and the boy, the boy that he had saved that night, the boy that had turned Roland into the unholy beast that had preyed upon the night, offered his arm too. Drink, we said, drink Farwell and live. Please, we begged, please dont leave us, we need you. The world needs you.
I need you...
I cant bear this world alone, my father and mother, my family was ripped from me as a child. But you made up for it, you showed me the world isnt as evil as it seemed. No matter how much death I saw, I knew there was a light in the world making things right. No matter what there was a purity at work, driving back the taint that lay so heavy on the fabric of the world. No matter where I roamed I wasnt alone, I had a place I could call home, a family I could count on to be there.
So you drank, you took my arm and drank, and as you did I saw my mistake. As my blood coursed through you I saw your pale skin turn back to the warmth of human flesh, your blood red eyes become the warm brown I always loved. And I knew you would leave me for good.
It was the boys blood that made the creature that slayed you, but it was mine that ended your life. We both wear the sin of your death for as long as we live...

"If you're going to shoot me then do it already."
The strangers voice broke me from my reverie. He had knelt at the altar, and spoken to me without even turning around. He just....waited, sat and waited for a decision to be made, without seeming to care what became of this encounter. I took a deep shuddering breath and felt my face set into a look of determination. I strode toward him, the edges of my trenchcoat swirling the dust behind me, my bootfalls echoing through the room. I finally stopped about three feet away from where he knelt, and cocked both my guns, leveling them at his head. The double clicks of my guns echoed loudly in the silent church but he still did not so much as glance backwards at me. Something about this man tickled at my memory, but the grief of Farwells violent death, fresh as the first day in my mind from my memories, washed over me and clouded my thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
The mans back and shoulders began to shake, as if with silent laughter, but when he spoke his voice sounded tight and neutral. "A good man once told me that the Church of the Guiding Light's doors are always open to the children of God."
Anger, hot and violent, began to echo within me as his last words echoed through the church. Shoving the gun in my left hand back into its holster, I quickly cleared the distance between me and the man, and none too gently I grabbed him with my free hand, dragging him to his feet and facing me in one fluid motion. "Does a child of God steal that which doesnt belong to him?!" I demanded as I whipped my gun around and looped it through the chain which held the cross, lifting it to shove it in his face. But it was in that moment I saw recognition dawn on his face, and as his eyes met mine the room suddenly felt a little less dark. I could almost see the candles lit, and almost smell the scent of roasted turkey, I almost heard the sounds of Farwell's quill pen scratching at parchment in the other room. Suddenly Farwells words from earlier as I prayed came back to me, and I knew that he was the One Who Was Lost. My grip on his clothes slowly loosened and my gun slowly began to lower, releasing the cross to swing to rest against his chest. His hand slowly rose to the cross, and his burning flesh hissed like steam as he touched it with his bare hand, but his mournful eyes never left mine. "It will always be his, Liven," he said, almost in a whisper. "But I wear it in remembrance of my sin."
Grief washed over me again, a seven year old grief made new by his appearance, and for what seemed to be a long while we said nothing. I wanted to turn away but I felt pinned in place by the mirror of my own pain staring back at me through his eyes. We both wore the heavy weight of pain and guilt, but because of that I felt less alone than I had in seven years.

Suddenly the heavy wooden door of the church slammed open, and a dark shape of a man was silhouetted in the doorway. My wits back around me I swung the gun in my right hand towards the door, simultaneously drawing the one I had holstered with my left. I was vaguely aware of the stranger who was no longer strange readying his weapons beside me as we both turned to confront this new trespasser. Angry with myself for being caught off guard I raised my voice to be heard over the rising winds.

"Unless you are Father Farwell come back from the dead you dont belong here!"
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It was written a while ago so :/

[pokemasterfrank]

Finally found time to get this posted...
Sorry for the wait ^-^() I hope its worth the delay... I dont have any reference from the RPG itself to look at just what Ive got in my memory since Im writing this from a computer without internet currently, so if anything isnt exactly accurate I can change it later

OCC: I'll cut my last one. It was a little forced and I didn't really know where I was going with it. I only posted it cause Rudy was pressuring me to

[Asilynne]

OOC:Everyone check your pm's and such, also I plan on bringing in a new villian sometime soon so keep your eyes out for it I only get one day off this week but Ill use it to come up with something at least :>

[Drusilla]

Meh... underemployment sucks... *grumblegrumble*


Lillian Slade
All will fall, and Earth will die in vain...

Visions of bodies, hacked to bits, rivers of blood, death... the smell of death everywhere... Screams, long since dead with the throats that birthed them, still reverberated in the silence, undetected by the ears of mundanes.

Those left alive, that is. If there even were any...

Jolted awake, I shivered in the cold. The fire had died down to embers, and the book I had been reading lay open on the table next to me.

Once again, dreams of the end. Ragnarök. Armageddon. Call it what you will, it would destroy all, and I would stand with my Lady until the end. She, who led the warrior maids, She to whom I had dedicated my studies, and thus my life, to. Mother of sorcery, death, and divination....

A bell rung somewhere within the recesses of the house, jolting me back to consciousness once again. Adrenaline hit my bloodstream; was this my hidden stalker? On second thought, I doubted it, as it didn't feel quite right. Yet, who would be visiting at this hour of the night? The self-respecting townsfolk were all abed at this time, so who...? No one came to mind, increasing my anxiety once again. I could not see outside, due to the heavy violet drapes over the windows, but I would guess it to be around two or three in the morning. Definitely not the norm for visitors, though I had few enough of those as it was. The townsfolk were all suspicious of me, as well they should. I smiled to myself, trusting that no harm could come to me while I was within my own domain.

Slowly, I rose, replacing my book on the shelf it belonged on my way to the double doors that opened into the front hall. My robe wrapped tightly around me, I unlocked the massive front doors and peeked out into the cold. There stood a tightly wrapped person, head bowed against the wind that was now blowing fiercely. Harsh words sprang to my lips, only to be swallowed when I saw the slight bulge around the stomach.

"Grace!" I cried, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her in out of the weather. "What on Earth...! You're so cold, what are you doing out at this time of night?"

Without letting her take a breath to explain, I ushered her into the still slightly warm library and stoked the fire, moving about to reignite it and get a kettle going. Once I made sure that she was comfortable in the chair I had recently sat in myself, I went to my cupboard and rummaged around for appropriate herbs to make a tea for her.

"Couldn't sleep..." She shivered, pulling her cloak more tightly around her. I smiled gently at her. While I didn't have many "friends", I did find that I cared for this slightly strange woman. Like attracts like and all, I supposed.

"With this weather, it's no wonder. What can I do for you, dear?"


POKE, ASI!!!

[Asilynne]

OOC: I didnt forget this, I finally got the net at home again so Ill be able to post either later tonight, after school tomorrow or after work tomorrow ^-^() sorry for the long wait theres been a lot of crazy shit o.o