OOC: War Of Darkness(closed & invitation only)

[Sweetp4u]

OOC: Untitled For Now(closed & invitation only)

General Rules and Guidelines:

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  Basic Lit rules as always apply here
  
  This is a slow moving thread, be patient
  
  Cannot kill another’s character without consent
  
  No one player is indestructible, not even ancients
  
  No god moding, which means you are limited to the minimal magic we have incorporated into each side. No one has super powers.
  
  No uninvited guests or posts allowed
  
  No OOC posts in the thread itself. Use PM’s, email and the OOC thread
  
  Play by your race guide lines
  
  Non killers are crosses, holy water, garlic, stake through the heart
  
  This is a closed thread, only those invited are allowed to post in this thread. If you have feedback please PM, email or post it into the OOC thread. If you wish to join, PM and ask.

Note: This is a little of this mixed with a little of that. It isn't OUR idea, but our version. And nothing is copy righted in here.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rules To RP By:

Darkaydian Rules To Play By:

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  Food Sources are (1) Humans and (2) Small Mammals. However Mammals don’t taste that edible. A Darkaydian needs approx. 1 pint to 1.5 pints of blood every one to two days, under normal circumstances. More if they are injured. But A Darkaydian can feed from their own kind as well as the other options above. A Male feeds a female Darkaydian, females do not hunt. Ever.
  
  Vampire blood is poisonous to anything living, including Darkaydians.
  
  Healing happens with sleep and feeding, if the wounds are serious. Blood will heal small wounds and lacerations. Serious wounds require a healing sleep of at least 12 hours.
  
  Sunlight Rules: The earliest they can rise is a half-hour before sunset and the latest they can stay up is a half-hour after sunrise. They are required to wear eye protection, even with storm cloud coverage. While asleep however they can not be anywhere near sunlight.
  
  Servants: (NPC’S) It isn’t allowed to harm physically or mentally a human servant. They provide all kinds of things, whatever is needed. From rescue in the daylight to watching the children. Cooking, etc.
  
  Weapons: These are allowed but they are ‘old world’. Daggers, small swords, throwing stars, bow and arrows, etc. Nothing high tech. And no guns! (They don’t do squat anyway) (Applies to both races)
  
  Healing Assist: The Female’s of the race are the healers. They can use their energy to assist in healing anyone who needs serious help. Unless the heart is removed, they can pretty much heal anything with a good amount of time and food supply to aid them in maintaining the needed energy. BUT they can not possibly heal more than once in a three-night period.
  
  Aging: They are as normal human children until the midnight hour of their 18th birthday. Then they convert to Darkaydian. They continue to age as normal humans do until approx. 25 years old, then their aging slows down to approx. one year every one thousand years.
  
  Children: They procreate maybe every 40 years, and even then their children tend to die young.
  
  Blood Bond: Forms a mental ESP link to ONE Darkaydian whom you swap blood with. It is possible to have more than one linked Darkaydian.
  
  Binding: A small amount of blood is taken from a human for the purpose of monitoring them. Either for possible threats or endangerment, or perhaps to know if something happens.
  
  Punctures: Darkaydians have a natural healing agent in their saliva, so they can erase the marks from their prey. Vampires do not have a healing agent because their cells are dead.
  
  Process of Conversion: (To bring over a human) requires 3 full blood exchanges between Darkaydian and human, of 4 pints of blood but no more. This is used usually to bring over a female human to be a mate to a Darkaydian, or vice versa. It isn’t their way to build their numbers by harming humans. (Also note that a conversion is a very, very painful process. It takes a minimum of two days before the newly changed human would be functional, and they would need a lot of blood.)
  
  
  Ancient Barriers: These are small spells taught to them as young children on up until they get them all right and are done without hesitation. It is basically an invisible wall to the humans, but seen by Darkaydians. It can not extend more than ten square feet in any direction. Be it laying on the ground to cover a grave site someone is resting inside, or at the opening of a cave. Description: It is a puzzle with pieces out of place. Intricately woven and can not be undone without time and careful attention. It will stop anyone, like walking into a wall. It gives off a sense of apprehension to those passing by. It would make a human run the other way with a 6th sense of evil lurking near by. A scare tactic. It can be cast over doors and windows in a house and maintained until undone by caster or those trying to get inside who have the knowledge to erase them. ( Applies to both races)
  
  A Darkaydian is as close to human as can be. Other than slow aging and the food source, they sweat salty water, cry tears, etc.
  
  Sex: It is done for normal reasons. Reproduction and pleasure.
  
  Camouflage: This is a skill used for hiding a cave opening and such. It’s another type of barrier, but it doesn’t stop one from coming inside. It merely hides the hiding hole. Both Darkaydian and Vampire have this skill.

Vampire Rules To Play By:

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  The ONLY food source is humans. Must intake at least 10 pints of blood a day. If wounded, more. The blood only lasts a single day and so they feed often and gluttonously.
  
  Healing: Only Blood will replenish the cells and skin. There is no healer assisted healing with vampires. Sleep always accompanies the healing process from serious wounds after they again glutton themselves on blood. It requires at least 12 hours of sleep as well for vampires to heal.
  
  Process of Conversion: (To bring over a human) requires 1 full blood exchange between Vampire and human, of 5 pints of blood but no more. If the human heart stops completely the conversion is not possible. (Also note that a conversion is a very, very painful process. It takes a minimum of two days before the newly changed human would be functional, and they would need a lot of blood.)
  
  Tainting: To give a human a small amount of vampire blood. It allows then for the vampire to mentally control the human. This however will be short lived as vampires blood will slowly kill a human being, slowly driving them mad at the same time. Vampire’s blood is much like acid, it kills and eats away at everything.
  
  Sunlight: Absolutely NO SUNLIGHT exposure.
  
  Children: No Offspring.
  
  There are no liquids in a vampire’s body but blood. They cry, sweat, etc only blood. Even sex gland fluids would be blood.
  
  Sex: This isn’t something a vampire would want, they have no real urges unless feeding. And that mostly is because of endorphins released into the blood stream when a human is stimulated. They can and do use sex as means to feed on the ‘better’ blood, but fear produces more endorphins than sexual awareness, so it’s more likely a vampire would scare their meal and chase it down than seduce them.
  
  Illusions: The ability to reproduce themselves, mirror images around a human (Ancient only). Also the ability to make themselves look lovely and appealing to the human’s, a skill all have.

The Mating Ritual: (Darkaydian)
On the midnight hour of their 18th birthday, the female and males change. Since a female can not hunt, she is required to find a suitable mate for herself by the time she is 6 months from her birthday. At that point there is one blood exchange. Then three months later another blood exchange. Nothing more is allowed between future mates but the blood bond. On her 18th birthday they will complete a marriage/mating ceremony, do the final blood exchange to bind them together for life. Only after all this is complete do they join as man and woman.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Skill Tree's

Darkaydian Skill Tree: For those under 1000 years of age.

Hunters (Darkaydian) (only get one) Strong Skills
- Element Control
- Shape shifting

Healers (female Darkaydian) (gets both) Strong Skills
- Healing
- Summons (to bring animals to her aid for protection)

Shape Shifting you can choose one: (male hunters)
Air travel
- Owl
- Hawk
Land Travel
- Wolf
- Mountain lion / Large Cat


Darkaydians: Ancients more than 1500 years old.

Hunter Skills: Strong Skills

Element Control:
- Storms/ clouds
- Lightening bolts
(this is all that is allowed)

Shape Shifting
One by air.
One by land.

Medium Skills:
- Weapon skills/ Combat
- Masking presence

Given Skills:
- Creating Barriers of Protection (While Sleeping)
- Speed
- Mind Control/ Tainting
- Blood Bonded ESP
- Conversion
- Camouflage




Vampire’s Skills: (Also known as Dead Darkaydians) Ancients over 1500 years old.

Element Control: Strong Skills
- Storms/ Clouds
- Minor Earth Quakes/ Creating Rifts in the earth. (not large ones however)

Shape Shifting
- One by Air
- One by Land
Medium Skills:
- Masking Presence
- Illusions

Given Skills:
- Barriers of Protection (Sleeping area spells are the same as Darkaydians level)
- Tainting
- Speed
- Mind Control
- Traps
- Blood Bond *
- Camouflage

* A Blood bond is only good for a vampire that had the bond formed before they became the undead. It isn’t possible to establish a blood bond with a Darkaydian once one becomes vampire.


Darkaydian Born Vampires: under 1000 years old and Human born Vampire skills over 1,200 years old :

Strong & Medium Skills
- Element Control /or Shape shifting (only one allowed)
- Masking Presence /or illusions (only one allowed)
- Traps /or Barriers (only one allowed)

Given:
- Speed
- Tainting
- Mind control
- Blood Bond*

Human Born Vampire Skills: (New born under 1,000 years old):

- Speed
- Tainting
- Mind Control
- Conversion


Only vampires that have trained under an Ancient will learn the other skills Darkaydian vamp’s have. Every skill is learned, it’s never just there for the taking, and even then they can not always master all the skills.


Human Hunter Skills:

- Guns are allowed (but they only slow down/ disable)
- Combat skills/ Martial arts
- Armor (of course)


Rules of Play:

- Can not smell a vampire/ Darkaydian
- They have no ESP of any kind or 6th sense.

 

[Sweetp4u]

General Info (yes it's color coded too!)

General Personalities:

Darkaydian: They love, are kind, look out for one another, loyal, honorable, trusting and nonviolent unless on the hunt for vampires. Typical people people.

Vampires: Are generally untrusting, vain, vengeful, selfish, and all around uncaring about anything or anyone. Loners. They will run from a fight to save their butts and at odd times do just the opposite. They are unpredictable and dangerous, but not undefeatable.

The only ways to kill a Darkaydian or Vampire:

One way to kill them… Remove the heart and incinerate both the body and the heart. Hence the summoning of lightening to burn to cinders the remaining pieces.

You can cut off the vampire’s head, but the head and body would still be alive. It can’t do much, but it is still alive and vulnerable. Pretty much the same for Darkaydians. Remove the head, or brain or chop off some limbs, they don’t regenerate bones but they aren’t dead.

Since incineration is the key to killing either race, sunlight can be used as a tool. Trapping them in the sunlight will kill them as effectively as a bolt of lightening.

Also added: Salt water is lethal to vampires. It's much like the 'holy water' from stories. The salt eats at the dead skin, and will kill them if they are submerged in it. It will create sores/wounds to be sprayed with it, but these can heal with new blood.

Note on vampires…
They do not heal as fast as the Darkaydians, they have to have a fresh supply of blood to heal from wounds of all magnitudes. Therefore if the enemy can detain them they can be seriously weakened and even killed. Darkaydians can also bleed a captured vampire to near death and finish them off.

To bleed a vampire causes the veins to collapse, and the muscles to instantly begin to deteriorate and tighten so that they eventually become immobile. It’s a slow process but they look like they are aging to death before your eyes.


Heightened Senses:

Darkaydians do have heightened sense of smell but can not track over large bodies of water. They have remarkable eye sight and hearing as well.

Vampire’s have the sight and hearing, but can not smell as well. They have the sense of smell just barely above a human’s.

Darkaydians can sense evil near by. They might not be able to pinpoint exactly where the evil is without searching, but they can ‘feel’ it around them. Vampire’s can not sense a Darkaydian near by unless they come across their barriers.

 

[Sweetp4u]

More General Info: LAWS

Darkaydian Laws:
- Your first duty is to your king.
- Women are they key to our existence, they are to be protected at all costs.
- Never kill your own kind.
- Never betray your own kind in any way
- Never partake of the deadly sins, as they lead to damnation.
- Death before dishonor.
- All voices are equal.
- Women shall never be hunters.
- Men shall be providers & protectors. Only they may battle.
- The bonding of mates is for life and can not be undone.

Necessary addendum: 1401 – as ordered by King Dimitri

- All that have partaken of the sins and have become the unnatural creatures of the damned are to be exiled, til which time knowledge can free them.

Necessary addendum: 1510 – as ordered by King Randolf

- The hunter service is too great of time for our brother’s to be out alone. It is necessary now to grant them only one hundred years of service before they may return and choose. They may choose to remain a hunter and go out again for one hundred years, or remain here and find their mates.

Necessary addendum: 1581 – As ordered by King Randolf

- Alas our brethren that have been damned are to be executed. Incineration is the only means in which to destroy the damned as they can not be saved, because they do not wish to be.







Queen Zyriel’s Laws:

- Your first duty is to your Queen. Her life and survival are the utmost important.
- Never kill your own kind.
- You must do whatever is required to preserve the Family, it’s secrets and all that we hold dear.
- Keep no servant or threat untainted.
- Never allow the enemy means to destroy your Family.
- Never convert the young, they are food, not amusement.
- You are allowed only one soul worthy to induct into our family every one hundred years.
- Live to fight another day, by whatever means available to you.

To break the Queen’s laws is reason enough for instant execution. There are no second chances, there is no forgiveness.

Addendum added 1416 by Queen Zyriel

- Slovenly minions have lead to the family’s downfall. And so it is added that all Family members are required by law to dispose of their food waste where no one can discover our presence.



The Darkaydians: Natives of the Darkaydia Village.

A Race of people stuck between two worlds, that of the human and that of the vampire realms. They live as humans do, age, bear children and eventually grow old. A secretive clan, struggling to maintain their race and their small niche in this world. Their motto is to protect all living things, great and small… Including them selves.

They lead a peaceful life until a human found them and noticed their unique way of life. This brought on the Great War. And so as they slumbered away the day, mass armies of hired berserkers came through their village, killing as they went. Losing many, they over came a rough two years before the next segment of terror came along, vampire.

Never had their rules been broken before, never had they experienced or discovered anything to alert them to the possibilities of a vampire until it was too late. Imprisoning the first vampire they were aware of, they had hopes at the time to cure their fallen family member and there for cure all those she had created. This was not to be.

They struggle yearly to find mates for their youngsters, for their kind is dying out. They struggle in these modern times to control the uprising of vampires and to protect the human race from things their smaller minds would not understand. All the while, protecting their world from human fanatics that would kill them if they ever discovered the Darkaydians existence.

Now, as their Queen lies dying from loss of her mate, a new King is to come into power. Traditions are held dearest to their hearts, their minds are not worried over their new king, but they do need to reorganize and soon before another vampire uprising begins. Messengers go out far and wide to find the King’s eldest son, for it’s his destiny to rule as the hunters wait anxiously to swear their loyalty and go off to hunt once again.

 

[Shoty98]

*sneaks in*

Present and accounted for, and popping to say that if those who have already been invited to write in this have anything they would like to see added, removed or tweaked only have to speak up and say something about it.

We are not set in our ways and are willing to see this thread go the distance.

(Dam! I don't think it's long winded enough for all of you!)

 

[Sweetp4u]

pfffffffft

This coming from the Co-author of ALL THAT ABOVE!

Long winded my backside!

Notice how she blames ME for all that? I wanna new hearing!

Character bio's to follow, once I whoop shoty a few times

 

[Paendragon]

Re: pfffffffft

once I whoop shoty a few times

Kinky.



I'm in, BTW.



Character bio to follow.

Thanks for the invite.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Welcome Aboard Paen Glad you accepted. It'll be a week approx before everything gets goin'. I am still waiting to hear back from two others. I know I need to post my bio, but im waitin

Anyway, thanks again hon *hugs*

 

[Sweetp4u]

Char. Bio.

Name: Zyriel

Age: 2,076 years old

Description: 5'1", 110 lbs., Black hair and Brown eyes. Petite.

Race: Darkaydian born, Vampire

Weapons: She carried a small dagger.

Weaknesses: Typical weaknesses for her race, but she is a self indulgent creature.

Born: 72 B.C. in Darkaydia. Orphaned about the age of 17. Adopted by another family, whom she lied to about her age.


Time Line:

54 BC changed to Darkaydian
46 B.C Became Vampire
43 B.C to 4 AD (wandered creating vampires)
4 A.D. to 1004 A.D. Ruled in South America.
1004 to 2004 Buried in a crypt

Zyriel's Skills:

Element Control

Givens:

Barriers
Tainting
Speed
Mind Control
Blood Bonded with Mckayla
Camouflage
Conversion
Masking presence
Illusions

 

[Quiet_Cool]

*clears throat*

Here.
I know, I'm the last to report for duty. You guys know me well enough to expect that by now I think, except for Shoty, but she'll get the picture soon enough.
Got a couple characers dancing around in my head, but don't want to jump in and create the mass of characters I did for Star Wars right off.

Another question though: They can be killed by burning them in any way? Or in those two specific ways?
Oh, and another: The bonding of mates for Darkaydians; is that broken if only one of them dies? If a male or female is killed, can they re-bond? May be pointless but also may make a good character motive.
And a third, though perhaps it canbe interesting if we make Zyriel answer this one in the active story somewhere: What if a vampire breaks one of the 7 laws in an attempt to survive, their key objective stated in Law #8?
And a last one: Got Milk?



I'll have a first character bio soon.

Q_C

 

[Sweetp4u]

lol

good morning QC, thanks bunches for joining (i've probably said that already but so what) Interesting questions, so I will try and cover them as clearly as possible.

Death has become complicated hasn't it? Wasn't meant to ever be that hard, but I think it ended up that way. I'd say as long as their hearts are incinerated. Hell gasoline would burn it long enough I think to kill it. A gernade shoved on them would basicly kill them, (itty bitty pieces) but the heart still needs to be cooked. It's necessary to remove all proof vampires/darkaydian's exist. Acid could destroy a heart too Well tell me thoughts on this and I will get a second opinion, and a third when Shoty returns later. Since I dont want them indestructable, we do need ways to kill them.


The Bonding: This was for life, when the male (king) dies the female is distraught (queen) and she slowly goes insane/dies. I haven't discussed this one fully yet. In most cases we thought that if a male lost his mate, he'd do the same as the queen. Either go mad and change into vampire or die. Male hunters are given 100 years of duty (hunting) with no mates. If they want to mate after each 100 term, they can and retire from hunting. If they wish to continue hunting, they sign up basicly for another 100 years and continue without a mate. this is open for ideas as well. I do have it in here, but it isnt clear really, that female Darkaydian's are more 'sensitive' to things. They couldn't live without their mate.

as to Zyriel's laws.. LOL! she's one stuck up snot isnt she? Well she is, just havent seen how self centered she is just yet! As to the law breaking, it would depend on what happened to choose punishment or no punishment. If two vampires were fighting, life and death etc and one killed the other. They broke the rules. Since one is dead and she can't punish both, she'll still punish the other one with death. But then again Rules were made to be broken Depends on how smoothly the killer can negotiate his way or her way outta trouble

Perhaps you noticed the million and one edited above, if not, It took me forever to remember simple basic math! (dont ask me why since I was a A student in Alg. 2!) But anyway the time line and age is NOW correct for the events. The opening posts will be Shoty writing her rescue of Zyriel. My char. isn't going to be at full strength and I haven't given her all the ancient skills neither. Since she didn't train as much as Darkaydian's train nor for the amount of time needed to learn all the skills. Zyriel is a selfish creature and full of herself. Lazy would fit too, but heartless. Give you some ideas of her.

Well think I covered it all, but if you DO NOT LIKE SOMETHING please say so. Nothing is set in stone and new ideas are always welcomed.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Past to bring things current. (post 1 of 2)

The beginning

Zyriel had always been a willful child, bent on doing things her own way. And neither of her parents tried overly hard to correct her behavior. She was their only child, after numerous failed pregnancies and much heartache, neither had the heart to deny her anything. And so when the invaders came for the first time to their shores, Zyriel was their first priority, even though laws said otherwise. Her mother took her and hid her within the forest. Ordering Zyriel to stay put, the child obeyed.

She never saw her father again after that invasion, nor her mother as her mother had gone after the few fleeing men to try and rescue him. Two men and one captive made it out with their lives, but with an important find for their king. One of the evil beings they had managed to wound and trap lay over the back of one horse. It took them a week to reach their King, fleeing on wild seas from the party of warriors they knew were tracking them. But they made it, presented their near-dead captive to their King and revealed many secrets that had been hidden since time began.

The great Roman King took this matter seriously, their kind were against all laws of nature. They tortured Zyriel’s father, learning much about Darkaydians. And when the captive would not tell the King anything he wanted to know, they seen to it he was executed. His head was placed in a basket, his armies rallied and allies called. This was the beginning of the great battle. A war, between man and Darkaydians.

They came with the bright light of the early morning. Having watched their target well for over a fortnight, they discovered many things, many more unusual things. Their orders were to capture the young, the King knowing they would make excellent soldiers, but to slay all adults.

In this small amount of time Zyriel had been fostered out to a new family, but they too would join the ranks of the dead before the sunset on this ominous morning. Trumpets blared, men marched and everything in their oncoming path was destroyed. A few children were captured and everything else was burned to the ground. Ancient books, houses, crops, and entire families who could only sleep through the horrors of being burned to cinders.

Zyriel had ran, along with many others into the forest to hide yet again. Watching women and children be taken, the women abused and then sleeping warriors hacked into pieces. She watched countless young women refuse to raise arms against their enemy and they too fall. The few that could rise called upon the animals to aid them, but it wasn’t enough. By the end of the night over two thirds of the populated valley was dead or dying, and all possessions were nothing but ash.

Zyriel knew at that time she’d never allow herself to be like the rest. She’d never allow herself or her family to be slain brutally like they were. She still held the hope her parents would return, but the basket had never been shown to her young eyes. King Dimitri had kept the palace and his family safe, an ancient of his skills was able to do only that in the full of day, but he promised retribution.

Zyriel was again placed into a new home, the last one destroyed and everyone in it. The few men who could, rose with the setting of the sun and split their numbers in half. Half would go after the Roman King to take back their young and the other half would stay there and see to rebuilding and salvaging what they could. Their great kingdom was reduced to a small hand full of what had been, it was a sad night and the first of many.
The struggle would continue for years, each time having to rebuild, sometimes move into a new area for years at a time before coming back to their valley. Slowly things quieted down and they once more became forgotten, when nearly Darkaydians were extinct.

Zyriel had done well for herself, breaking the law was only a small price to pay for the amount of freedom she’d been granted. She was quickly approaching her eighteenth birthday, but due to her lie about her age, no one was aware of that fact. She was going to change, and she’d have to do it alone.

She’d spent time in the library, learning all she could about the changes and what happened. She read the laws as well, but knew she’d be no man’s breeder. She wanted something more out of her life, she wanted a purpose other than children and being told what to do. She had nothing left but her self, her loyalties were to her and her alone.

The night of her eighteenth birthday she had gone deep into the woods, telling her foster parents she needed time to think about her future mate before choosing. Trusting by nature, no one questioned or worried about her choices. And so she went towards the nearest human village, found a cave and suffered quietly through the painful conversion alone.

When she woke, things had taken on a new light. Her sight was clearer now, night time became her day time. She no longer needed a mixture of herbs and blood to survive, she had read that she needed blood. So she hunted, taking care not to harm her prey in any way, she barely kept control over herself but fed well over the course of days. When she returned, she made her choice of mate, knowing she had some time before she was required to bond.. Before her birthday would come. She deceived but it was for a greater purpose, so she told herself.

It was in the first few months of her change that she met McKayla. Gone out to hunt for her meal that night, she had distinctly heard the cries of mercy, the yelp of pain and smelled the death lingering in the air. Thinking this would be the perfect place to acquire her meal, she went into the human home. Room to room she went, witnessing the cruelties of man all over again with each new body she found. Wastefully murdered in their beds and left to slowly die without a care to the person slain that night. Inside her mind visions of invaders and scenes such as these came back to haunt her, fury built inside her as well.

It was surprising for Zyriel to find a lone survivor, however barely the chit was surviving, and she was fighting back. The bulk of a man stood between Zyriel and McKayla, but she had an advantage. He hadn’t heard her enter. She watched with mild curiosity, wondering if perhaps she shouldn’t interfere, watching as the small woman fight to keep her life, avenge those slain within those walls. It gave Zyriel a jolt in her heart, a sympathetic urge to protect this girl, or perhaps to have someone love her so much, they would die to avenge her death too.

And so she pulled her small dagger and leapt. Without thought of well being, or even worry about her actions, she heartlessly split open the man’s throat from ear to ear. With her strength, and speed she had the advantage, she jumped free as the man went down.

The girl was going to die, that was clear from all the wounds. That man had been toying with her a long while before she had arrived, but would Zyriel let her die? She questioned her motives only once before she approached the girl. Ignoring all McKayla had to say, her tears and her Ignoring all McKayla had to say, her tears and her oozing blood, Zyriel embraced her with a deceptive hug of comfort.

 

[Sweetp4u]

part 2

Before McKayla could react, Zyriel bit into the girl’s neck and fed, taking a bit of blood before backing off.
“You must drink to survive.” Zyriel spoke softly, her wrist extended towards the girl. She had sliced her own skin, knowing that by converting this girl she was again breaking laws. But Zyriel was lonely, this girl who was more than likely older than her, was now alone too. Who else would protect this girl if not for Zyriel herself? Humans were weak creatures, and it had perturbed Zyriel for some time how humans had managed to survive all these years as weak as they were.

And so she made the first of three blood exchanges that night, and the last two within a week. She kept McKayla hidden from her village, but came to the girl often. With stolen books from the library, she learned the skills of a warrior instead of the skills of a woman. She avoided another mating ritual when the man chosen for her was killed in the same battle as her last foster family. King Dimitri was also taken and his mate, his son stepped in to take the throne and Zyriel’s secrets were safe for the time being.

Over the next eleven years, both learned to hunt, shared a bonding and grew stronger. But with each passing year, Zyriel’s self-centeredness became somewhat of a constant argument between the two women. However much they disagreed on some things, and Zyriel remained stubborn on others, they still looked after one another, until Zyriel turned twenty and one.

It was becoming harder to hide McKayla, hide her stealing from the library as well. It also became harder to cover up her woman’s form. Zyriel was being watched more often, and several men had approached her about finding a mate before time ran out. Hadn’t time ran out for her awhile ago? She questioned that often, she’d been lying for so long, it was bound to be uncovered soon enough. King Randolph was not his father, he was much more aware of things in the world, dangers as well.

Before Zyriel could be found out however, she made her first kill just nights after her twenty first birthday. Having had an argument with a hunter, an argument with McKayla as well, she’d gone off to hunt alone. It wasn’t a wise idea, but one she didn’t stop to consider. She was her own person and almost as strong as the new Hunters in her village. Only her sex kept her from being of assist to the King, not her poor skills. So she went hunting alone and killed the poor man she’d decided to hunt. She couldn’t stop the rush from coming, the heightened awareness and the taste of his blood. She couldn’t seem to stop when the man’s fear fed her endorphins so empowering, she was near weeping with joy of it. And so she glutted herself on him, draining him dry.. And as his soul departed from his body, hers was taken as well.

She became something else that night. Something unheard of before, something she could not find in any ancient tomes. And so she called herself Vampyre. She had been altered, she could feel it, smell it and even feel it crawling over her skin. It was a sick feeling at first, but as the pain stole over her, sick was forgotten and cries of mercy were all she could utter. It took her two nights to come from within the cave and view the world yet again. This conversion had been different, but how different was she?

For weeks she hid her changes from both McKayla and her village without error. She was weaker more often, she needed to feed almost constantly as well. She felt nothing, hadn’t even the tears to shed in misery for herself. When the bodies began to pile up and the Hunter’s aware of something being amiss, she had to flee. Before she was captured and mated, before she was executed for breaking their laws, for whatever might come, she had to run away to some safe place.

She’d create her own village, then bring McKayla to her. So she told herself as she fled.
She stole a horse since she had never learned to shape shift properly. She stole jewels from the palace and paid servants to accompany her north. They didn’t make it longer than a single night before both were drained and she had to hire new servants. Time and time again, the same thing happened. At first she tried to save them, waking from the strong urge to feed to see a lifeless corpse in her clutches. It should have sickened her, this needless death, but she couldn’t be sick by her own actions when her body felt so alive with feelings and sensations!

She roamed for years, learning to convert more to her kind by trial and error, leaving behind in her wake a path of death she hadn’t been smart enough to cover up. When she became the hunted instead of the hunter, she fled the continent and headed westerly aboard an explorer ship. Hidden among the cargo, she soon had all of the rats available for meals and was left with the crew of the ship. She had stayed hidden, taken only when desperation made her lethal, when hunger clawed at her so savagely she feared for her sanity.

It was all a blur how she ended up in the darkest and deepest of jungles. Barely alive, her skin shrinking painfully, her eyes seeing things that weren’t there, and her nails constantly tore at her skin because it itched and hurt. She was starving to death, only death wouldn’t come. She’d lay awake, coherent but unable to move, so she discovered. Until a man found her, placed her within a coffin of some kind and carried her into a crypt.

Some man with dark skin and silly looking feathers had chanted over her, rattling something and speaking in a tongue she did not understand. But apparently they thought she was someone special. And they had, their crypts had been robbed, gold and bodies taken to who knew where, but when one villager was lucky enough to find the remains of one of their gods, they had returned Zyriel to the crypt. It was fortunate for her, and most unfortunate for them.

She killed the wild man in the headdress, draining him when he got too near. She then fed from the villager before shoving him from her. She had risen from the dead, demanded more food and some how convinced these human’s to worship her. And so began her reining for one thousand years in the deep recesses of South America.

Her name became feared and reverend. She killed without mercy those who deserved her wrath. She fed on the blood of virgins and hunted the guilty as if it were a mere game. She demanded gold, praise, and servants. And she got all she demanded of them and more. She never did anything good for the people, but before they could realize she was no ‘Moon Goddess’ she had them trapped in fear, trapped to her.

She brought more of her kind to her, she created her ‘children’ and rewrote the Darkaydian law’s to suit her better. She forgot about McKayla and Randolph, about pledges and such. That she was Queen now by her own rights and would not give it up for anyone or anything. Until one thousand years came and went under her rule.

Years passed without Zyriel paying enough attention to the world outside her civilization. Vampires had spread and become a plague upon mankind. Those she had left behind had reproduced, grown and left the fledglings to fend for themselves. And so Darkaydians had to go hunting for her, learning while she lazed about, that Zyriel was their creator, the first of her kind.

Belief they could cure Zyriel, they had come with offers of peace and servitude. Lead her into a sense of peace and friendship, sending familiar faces to her to speak of a treaty. Sending men to her, hunters for her service, warm bodies to warm her bed accompanied by handsome faces.

She fell for it, too gullible to see they were aware of her new status, her changes. They captured her, after bleeding her dry. Two men were lost to her blood, never having dealt with a vampire before, they had attempted to feed on her to weaken her. The poison took effect quickly and two went down before the third man simply slit open her throat.

She was carted into a box, decorated with ancient symbols and seals. Prayers and healing chants were beautifully engraved within. They’d take her to safe location and guard over her, their healers would find a cure as her blood was stored in many water bags, as it was ordered by their King.

They should have slain her, or never had come at all, but they’d learn in time while Zyriel lay in the crypt, her body shut down but her mind seething with anger at her betrayal. If they thought she was a monster before, they will be even more surprised at the wrath she has planned when she returns to walk the earth. She has no doubt that her nights of vengence would come, it is just a matter of time.


2004: King Randolph has died and his mate will shortly join him. His son will be summoned now to take the throne. His son is a hunter, unmated and won't make it home before his mother dies..

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Rough Draft for possible character...

Jerris
Darkaydian
Roughly 1650 yrs old.
Male/hunter

Jerris, in his youth, served his time as a hunter and came home to choose his next step. He was greeted there by several young ladies, several of whom wished nothing mre for themselves than to be his bride.
He chose to serve another temr, turning away their young hearts. Each, of course, mated or died, and after a second term, he returned home, to just as many girls. Again, he chose to hunt.
It was said among his companions that he fough ruthlessly when encountered, but that he seemed to hate to spill the blood of another, even if it were a vampire. Yet and still, he returned to serve term after term. Now, he's still in service, though his hundred years will be up soon. He's openly mentioned as of late his desire to settle down, but few believe it to be true. He's been dubbed "Old Romeo" by his friends and in reputation. Still when he returns, he turns the heads of many of the young maidens, though many don't believe it worth their time to eye a man so unlikely to settle down.
He's mild in temperament, usually quiet, and seldom gets worked up outside of the hunt and battle.


Look okay so far?

 

[Sweetp4u]

*two thumbs up* perfect.

Sounds like an interesting character.

 

[Light Ice]

Calen DiMortian - Human

Name: Calen DiMortian
Alias: The Cross
Age: Unknown (29 years)
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 225 lbs
POB: Unknown (SoHo District, London)


First surfacing to the hidden realm a decade ago, 'Cross' has become an enigma. And while Vampires and Darkaydians alike have various theories as to his birthplace, and ancestry, the most persistant rumor remains that he is non-human.

This couldn't be further from the truth.

Born the son of a boxer/collector, and an extremely young (and drug addicted mother), the young Calen was left to his own devices on the dark, dangerous streets of London's red-light district.

Before long, local gangsters had themselves an errand boy, and by 18 he had already proved himself a fairly effective assassin. It was then he all but dissappeared, and in the dirty blocks of his home it's truly believed he was killed by his employers after he botched the assassination of a local mafia 'wiseguy'.

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The orders were fairly simple, and he'd been forced to hear them a few dozen times. Sometimes, it was aggrivating, how poorly they treated him. He blamed his father for that, his meat-head of a father. Forever Calen was to be trapped in that mold, the big, strong ox. Dumb, slow, but loyal. At least he had that going for him, that underestimation. He had already investigated other families, other avenues. Doing so discreetly had been difficult, but he was a clever young man.

The building loomed ahead, dark bricks that had been laid at the start of England's industrial revolution. Steam rose heavily from the stewers, whose pipes were older than half the town's cobbled streets. The jacket he wore, a sailor's jacket cut of dark wool, and hanging heavily with a double breast and stiff, raised collar, seemed to sway with every stride. It was the only thing of any worth he owned, everything else was borrowed.

Even the shotgun, laying down his side and easily concealed, belonged to Bigsley.

He knocked on the door, cursing himself. It was a suicide mission, and he knew it. There was no other explanation. From his optimistic estimate, there were six armed thugs inside, three unarmed cohorts, and the 'wiseguy' himself. If he took three out before he had to flee, he was making it out good.

A man opened it cautiously, with a wirty build, and a pointed jaw. His voice cracked, whining out an inquiry that never quite made it past his lips. Without a word, Calen swung the shotgun from beneath his coat, driving the walnut stock of the double barrel so firmly into the man's chest that the air was force from his lungs in a heavy wheeze. As he stumbled back, Calen came forwards, swinging the shotgun's barrel across his jaw with as much force as he could manage. The crack of the solid steel striking bone filled the entry hall, and the man fell aside. He didn't known it, but Calen had struck him so firmly that his neck had snapped from the force, he wouldn't be getting up.

Stooping, swiftly, the eighteen year old fished the man's Beretta from his shoulder, and after thumbing the safety off fired a single round into his chest. The muffled snap of the pistol shot would surely alert the rest, but he had prepared for this.

The first, wearing a white T-shirt and suspender held slacks, rounded the crates into view at a half-jog, pistol out and held towards the ceiling in sloppy disconcern. His features went ashen when he saw the scene, before his body folded in the middle and he fell back, the shotgun shell that caught him tore his shirt to tatters,and sprayed crimson across the floor as he fell to the side.

The pair behind him were leary now, and took cover.

Calen fired a few rounds at the gap of the crates, while swiftly sidepeddling to the side, to flank around one. The Beretta barely jumped in his strong hands. Coming about, with great care, he laid the barrel close to the nearest man's head and pulled the trigger. Even as his partner whirled and shock, the first man crumpled forwards, sliding down the boxes, eyes rolled up in the back of his head. Calen fired swiftly with the shotgun again, taking the shouting comrade point blank and hurling him back amidst a mist of crimson that had been thrown from the massive wound in his chest.

He turned the crate again, stepping over the suspendered man and stooped to reload the shotgun, cracking the breach nervously as he pushed two more ten guage shells into place. Flipping it closed, he shoved the pistol into the waistband of his pants, at the small of his back, and picked up one of the others now strewn on the floor.

This one, a Glock 23, was a bit beefier, and gave him a little comfort as he prepared to move into the second room. He was surprised, as he glanced through the window of the door, to find there were only three more armed men, and one unarmed, seated at a card-table. The door must have been sound proofed, and he made use of it.

He wasn't a professional, yet, but the rage inside Calen drove him to what follows. Stepping through, in a display of marksmenship he wouldn't match for many more years, Calen emptied the magazine, putting two rounds into everyman seated before they had a chance to realize what was happening. In disbelief, Calen simply dropped the spent pistol to pick up another.

But before his fingers could touch the iron, a voice broke the darkness. The accent was clearly french.

"Tres bon, monsieur. That was quite the show. I trust you come for Monsieur Benvenidi, yes?"

Calen wheeled, struggling to slip his finger into the trigger guard of the pistol. The barrel was levelled on the shadowy finger at the periphery of the room's lighted center, just outside the reach of the single, yellow lightbulb that hung from the ceiling. "Who are you?" He asked, with a sneer, thumbing this pistol's safety off. The former owner had been shot twice before he had even gotten it out of its holster.

"Pardon moi, monsieur, but I am very sorry. The point of your imitation, c'est Rambo, oui? ... Oui, but forgive me. I've already killed him, and you've no purpose now."

"I asked you a question, answer it, or join the others." At eighteen, his ability to voice such a threat and sound convincing hadn't developed... and his voice shook. The adrenaline was giving him a nervous shake.

But the figure stepped forwards, instead of answering, and Calen retaliated at once. He pulled the trigger, and thought he saw the figure's shoulder yank back with the impact. However, it righted itself, and moved to approach again.

He began jerking back on the trigger, intent on emptying the magazine.

His eyes, however, failed to recognize the speed of his foe, and before another round had left the barrel the figure had somehow crossed the ten feet between them and grasped his wrist, pushing his hand out so the rounds harmlessly fired into the walls, and ceiling, one striking the lightbulb and detonating it with an explosive pop. In the light given by the pistol's muzzle, as rounds harmlessly fired off to the side, Calen caught the glimpse of the fiend upon him, and three inch long canines that glinted in a sliver of moonlight given from an elevated window.

"No no, monsieur. I was going to give you a gift... a little present, for your impressive show. It is clear to me, friend, that you wish to die... mortals who value life would not dare such a thing. And in your little mind I heard it, knowing full well what waited for you... I'm going to offer you forever, monsieur. Do you understand?"

"Sod off." He muttered in terror, eyeing the creature above him. The sheer power that the seemingly small figure held baffled him. He felt his wrist pinned to the floor by a small hand, and took the time to glance over who was above him. Clothed in fine attire, Gucci perhaps, the insane assailant was little over five feet in height.

As the creature laughed at his comment, or perhaps his accent, the eighteen year old suddenly grew angry. His wrist jerked, and the pistol slid against the concrete floor, over his head. His other hand, unpinned, caught it and drew it up, pointing the barrel up towards the creature that pinned him. Pulling the trigger, he replaced the sinister laughter with a pained gasp, and gurgle, as a .40 caliber round punched through the french terror's throat and threw him to the side. Crawling weakly, it pawed to close the wound with large hands.

Calen rolled to his feet, and loomed over the thing that tried to kill him, pressing his boot into it's face as he emptied the magazine into it's chest, the soft thuds of the heavy rounds striking into the soft flesh of its torso echoed as well as the cracks of the pistol's discharge.

But still the creature writhed, weakly now, gasping up at him.

"M-mortal..." it wheezed.

"So 're you, yeah?" Came his breathy reply, now menacing and dark.

"You c-could have had a gift..."

"It ain't bloody christmas, mate. Now do me a favor, yeah? Tell me how I kill you."

"C- can't kill the immortal." came the wheezed, pained reply.

"Can't kill you? Well, I've a few hundred ways to try... I suggest you give me a hint, I don't want to make me'self a mess." He was seething now, both with fury and disbelief.

"Have to burn my heart..." the vampire submitted, seeing that it had been bested. Selfishly, it sought to end its own pain.

He lifted teh shotgun, and pressed it to the creature's head, pulling the trigger. Across the concrete, it's head was spread. Though its body jumped and writhed beneath him.

Calen didn't wait, he simply tipped over every flammable container nearby, and sparked the entire warehouse to blaze, slipping out without a word. Things had changed for him.
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Taking the alias 'Cross', he soon learned of the two houses who had otherwise existed in secrecy. And despite several close calls, he has remained a dominant hunter of all species, and as elusive as any could hope to be.

[ Hope it's alright for a first attempt. ]

 

[Shoty98]

McKayla

OOC. Ok I know it's not much yet, but I am working on it. QC I understand perfectly on the lack of time.





McKayla was born 75 BC, where is a little fuzzy at times. She has brown hair and unusual emerald green eyes. Her complection like ivory, she stands 5'4" and weighs 115 pounds, has a firm build with womanly curves.

She carries the ability to shape shift, her animals of choice swift and graceful, being a hawk and a cougar. As well she can mask her presence well and create illusions.

Her weapons of choice are twin 6" daggers with silver handles encrusted with emeralds passed down to her by her father. And a crossbow as well. You'll find out how she gets that later.

 

[Shoty98]

Part 1

McKayla slept restlessly, tossing and turning, images haunting her dreams. The fight she had had with her father, the face of the monster she had been promised to and the words her father had spoken.

“With your willful stubbornness and strong will you are going to end up alone all the days of your life.” He had said.

She murmured softly in her sleep, wishing she had found words to show her anger and hurt. But her father’s words had stunned her like a slap in the face. “How could he….” She thought quietly

The thought stopped in it’s tracks and McKayla woke with a start, fear clenching her so tightly it threatened to bring her dinner back up. She could hear a woman screaming, it was blood curdling and chilled her to the bone. In her sleepiness, she couldn’t tell where it was coming from it sounded somewhat distant.

McKayla held her breath and listened, nearly crying out when realization hit her that it was her mother Brynn. Her heart hammered like thunder in her ears and with a shaky hand she threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. “Something is wrong!” her mind screamed. For a moment she stood trying to rationalize, had the babe come early? was her father so angry with her….

McKayla stopped the last thought short, she knew better than that. Her father would never hurt her mother, no matter how much Brynn defended her daughter.

She hardly noticed the coldness of the floor or how dark it was within the house as she raced out of her chamber and down the long corridor to her parent’s bedchamber. McKayla’s linen shift threatened to trip her up as she ran so she gathered it up in both hands and continued on. She was nearly there when she stopped abruptly, all was so quiet aside from the pounding of her heart and her heavy rapid breaths.

Brynn’s screaming had stopped so suddenly it scared McKayla even further. All manner of thoughts and images began to race through her mind, causing her to shake with the fear of it all. She didn’t have further time to think on it, she heard the creak of a door and darted for an alcove near by. McKayla was not yet prepared to deal with whom ever had left her parents chamber, so she hid behind the curtain struggling to hold the rapid breath in her.

Soft footsteps came toward her “Please don’t let him/her find me” she prayed silently. Soon the footsteps were upon her, pausing for a moment then continuing on down the corridor. Once McKayla could no longer hear the intruder she carefully poked her head out of the alcove, found the coast clear and ran for her parents.

The sight that caught her as she entered caused her to scream. Her father lay on the bed, his eyes wide in astonishment and an arrow protruding from his chest where his heart was. Tears flooded McKayla’s eyes nearly blinding her, she heard thundering footsteps coming down the corridor as she looked to her mother. At that moment she could no longer control the bile that rose so heavy in her throat and she deposited her stomach on the floor.

Brynn had been brutally beaten, raped and cut up nearly beyond recognition. She was bleeding from so many places, but the one that caught McKayla’s attention was the one at her throat. McKayla ran to her mother and touched her face, a hope so strong that her mother was ok. It was a mistake that she would regret for the rest of her life, Brynn’s head rolled to the side and off the bed.

So many emotions flooded McKayla at that very moment, but none of them could surface fully, the footsteps were almost upon her. She glanced around the room quickly trying to find something to fight with, she would avenge her parents death no matter what it took. It took her only moments to catch sight of something she could use, unfortunately it took her longer to get her father’s sword out of the case where he kept it.

She heard the door close behind her and the voice that came next drowned out the fear that was streaming through her. “Ah…there you are. Come to see my handy work have you? Well not to fear you will experience the same fate as your mother…I promise you will enjoy some of it before you die.” His sinister laugh resounded in her ears and sparked something she had never felt so strongly.

McKayla was unsure how she had picked up the sword it had always been so heavy, but something inside her had snapped and a tidal wave of fresh anger coursed through her. She let out a battle cry of sorts and turned around to face her attacker. McKayla saw the crossbow raised and stepped left, but was not quick enough. The arrow he had launched from it hit her right shoulder and sent her back a few steps. She cried out although she was unsure if it was a cry of pain or anger.

“You sir are mistaken. One of us will indeed walk out of this room but I promise it will not be you, nor will you enjoy any of what I do to you.” She grated through clenched teeth. His laugh only angered her further, so little did he know that she had some experience wielding a sword, her father had taught her some.

She flew at him with a grace and speed that were not exactly what she wanted, but the weight of the sword was more than she was used to. It gave the man enough time to pull his own sword from the sheath at his hip, he blocked the blow of McKayla’s sword with such a strength she was once again stepping backwards.

Each new swing of the sword brought a rush of pain to her, she began to wonder how much longer she could fight him off. Her strength was fading, quickly however each new slice she was able to put in his skin gave her a will to carry on. She wanted to best him, with every fiber of her being, to find out who he was, why he would do this to her family.

McKayla saw an opening for a mortal wound but the chance passed her, she was startled speechless as a young woman came from no where and cut the attacker down. It all happened so quickly, McKayla still said nothing, just gazed down at the man lying on the floor. His face was now uncovered and she could see who had brought forth the carnage in her life,

She shook with shock and anger her hands clenching at her sides, it was him, the man her father had promised her to some time ago. There had been reasoning behind why McKayla had felt the way she had, but her father would never listen and could never be swayed on his decision... unless of course. It was absurd her father wouldn’t have ever been convinced. So why the attack? The question went on and on in her head for a moment until the strange woman had come to her.

What was this woman doing here? And why had she taken away McKayla’s right to kill the man herself. McKayla began to protest, fresh tears streaming down her face, blood streaming down parts of her body from each little would as the woman approached her and embraced her. In moments McKayla felt a brand new sensation starting in the core of her and working it’s way out......

 

[Sweetp4u]

hmm

Well I didn't want to interrupt Shoty's posts, but i am any way

Nice character Light, think I told you that already, but just to make sure I'm saying it again. We're due to start soon, i'm just waiting for shoty to get everything done. She's a very busy woman.

I will contact the last person I asked to join and see if he's ready as well thanks again everyone

 

[Shoty98]

Part 2

McKayla fought to hold on to life, drinking from the stranger even tho it repulsed her. The decision had been taken from her and in the days to come she would wish for death as her body went through the change. The pain was unlike anything she had ever known, it gripped her body so tightly that she had been unable to control her own bodily fluids and such.

For days McKayla had slipped in and out of consciousness, and for her that may well have been the best thing for her otherwise she might well have gone mad with it all. When the change had been complete, she woke feeling a hunger she had never felt and had to learn to control. It was all foreign to McKayla and it took her some time to get past what she now had to do to survive.

Zyriel made it clear to McKayla that she had to remain where she was, without telling her exactly why. She came often to visit McKayla to bring books upon books for the both of them to read and study. McKayla looked forward to every visit, for the friendship, the sake of just having someone to talk to and having someone to train with. Sure they had their disagreements and arguments, but they all seem to pass.

To McKayla the years seem to slip by so quickly, and soon her friends visits became more sporadic then dwindled to none. A mix of emotions swirled through her, was Zyriel hurt? Was she dead? Those questions were soon answered when the bond they shared was broken. She would have known if Zyriel died wouldn’t she? Of course she would have and with that, anger and abandonment were what she felt.

It had been her anger and her feelings of betrayal that pushed her passed the point of self-control. McKayla had not felt this betrayed since the night of her parents death. Those images and feelings had been flooding her mind that fateful night that she had changed to vampire. McKayla had been out searching not only for a meal but Zyriel as well when she had come across a man and a woman in a dark alley.

She could hear the woman’s screams for help as the man beat her and it brought back painful memories of a night so long ago. McKayla had made a noise at the end of the alley catching the man off guard. “Let her be and pick on someone your own size.” The man turned to McKayla and all she could see was the face of the man she had been confronted with that night. Her betrothed, it seemed, stood before her laughing.

It was all she needed to push her over the edge. “Run away!” was all she had said to the woman before she took off after the man. You could say the fight was pretty much one sided, the man was no match for McKayla. Not with her strength and her anger. Before she new what she had done the man lay dead before her and she felt a rush of energy, so to speak, that was addicting.

McKayla spent the next years learning to deal with another change in her body and her mind, preying upon criminals, serving as judge jury and executioner. Some part of her could not bring herself to feed upon just any Joe shmo she came across.

Over the years she had made more of her own kind thinking that she could save them from death and found that she was just handing them from one death to another. In those years she had come across a young man that she just couldn’t seem to let go of. Bryant was young and had had his own sad story. McKayla had wanted to save him, but knew better than to try and convert him so each day she would just give him a little of her blood to help him. In the end she figured out that she had tainted him, made him hers to keep and control.

Rumors were abundant with her kind, they were so untrusting, but there was one that had intrigued her beyond the point of just letting it pass. It was said that there was an ancient of our kind buried alive someplace unknown, and that this person alone could change the tides of this war between Vampires and Darkaydians.

 

[Shoty98]

One more thing before I head off for the night. Anybody have any suggestions for a title for our thread?

 

[Sweetp4u]

hmmm

I wasn't ignorin' ya last night Shoty, I wasn't online! lol nice though, perfect fits as well.. Now for titles ( am lousey at this part but here's some 'suggestions')

.. the only things that come to mind make me laugh! god, I need help..

Darkness?

(hehe) Blood Moon

Dead vs Undead ? (hehehe)

Lust at first bite? (this would work if it were one of those sex sex sex sex + more sex threads)

Ancient Lore and fairytales? it could work.. right?? No? Didn't think so.. IM THINKING STILL!

hopeless cause however but Im trying..

The Cursed?

Children of the Damned?

how about...

Slaves of the Insane? (well my char. is practically insane!)

Evil Dead Chicks? hehehehe

OK! Obviously I have a sick sense of humor, dry maybe? dunno but im laughin' too much @ myself now to think of a title that DOESNT make me laugh harder..

Ask one of the smarter people here for help

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Okay... where the hell's Paen?

lol

I actually started an alliance called Blood Moon for KoC when I was playing. I thought it sounded cool, but I dunno if that's what we want here. It's the second best of the bunch, next to Evil Dead Chicks, of course. If Evil Dead made us think of something other than Ash and the hand/chainsaw, it'd be a good sale. lol

How about... shit, I've got nothin'... jsut yet.

Q_C

 

[Shoty98]

Title

A title that has been swimming around in my cluttered mind, and just won't seem to disappear.


War of Darkness?

Just a thought