Rise of Souls

[TearsoftheWorld]

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Name: Eliza Westfield
Age: 576
Race: Vampire
Height: 5'8"
Hair: Crimson
Eyes: Sea green
Birth Year: 1424

Abilities:
Super-human strength, speed, agility, immortality

Personality:
Eliza is a very cautious individual, meticulous in her work and untrusting of others. Over the years she has come to work alone, preferring to rely on nobody but herself. As such she often comes off as rather edgy/bitchy but in reality she just doesn't think there is anyone around that can really be much of an asset to her. When forced to work with others Eliza can be a bit bossy, feeling that her opinion and suggestions should be the ones followed.

Appearance:
Eliza stands at a fairly normal height, being only five feet eight inches, and has a very athletic/toned body. Her skin is a light peach color, almost tan in some areas, and her hair almost blood red. In Vampire form Eliza has blue/green colored, cat-like eyes, whereas they are a normal blue as a human.

Prior to being turned into a vampire, Eliza wore clothing typical of servant girls during the 15th century: a high waist, unstructured bodice, gathered skirt, and close-fitting sleeves worn over a chemise. As the centuries rolled on her tastes changed as well, and she blended into society quite easily. As the 21st century dawned upon Mankind, Eliza had once again kept up with everyone else, though she prefers to wear more skin-tight outfits that really 'express' her feminine nature. (Men that oogle and drool make for easier victims)

Bio:
Eliza was born into a very poor English family. At the tender age of 5 both her parents passed away and she was taken in by the Westfield family, adopting her as their own daughter. Yet she did not grow up living a comfortable life. As payment for being taken in she was given the role of a servant girl, unfit to live inside the mansion. She spent her nights out in the stables, living among the horses. Growing up she developed an intense hatred for her adoptive family, especially against her father whom had been sexually abusing her since a young age. Not a day went by that she didn't think about stabbing him with a pitchfork. But she bided her time, taking the abuses day-in and day-out.

On the eve of her 21st birthday, as Eliza was preparing for bed, she heard someone skulking about in the stables next to her. At first she thought it was just one of the horses moving about, but then her ears heard a faint scraping coming from the wooden stall.

"Who's there?" she called out. Her bright eyes darted back and forth, searching the darkness for any sign of life, but the noise had suddenly stopped. She calmed herself down, closing her eyes for a few moments as she told herself that she was alone. Suddenly she felt someone grab her arms from behind, holding her in place while they bit down on her neck. Eliza screamed out pain but was unable to resist. Her vision faded until she passed out completely. She was found dead in the stables the next morning, and buried in a cemetery.

But that was only the beginning of the story.

Eliza awoke one night inside her shoddy coffin, darkness all around her. Her mind was racing for some logical explanation as to what had happened to her... but for all her attempts at formulating a cohesive thought she only ended up thinking about one thing: eating. She had this intense craving for food... for flesh and blood. Eliza punched, dug, and clawed her way out of her grave, lifting herself out of the ground and back onto her feet. She looked back and read her own tombstone, a look of utter disbelief covering her face.

"Dead? But how...?" she asked.

"I was wondering when you'd finally wake up." a cold voice spoke from behind her. Eliza turned her head over her shoulders and stared at a very handsome man wearing a dark overcoat. He had a wicked smile on his face, almost chuckling to himself.

"What happened to me?" she asked him.

"I turned you into a vampire, that's what happened." he said, walking closer to her. "Gave you a new life." he added, his hands tucked inside his pockets.

"I've been watching you for some time now. At first I thought that I'd just kill you and everyone inside that mansion. But then I saw inside of you a rage that rivaled my own. A hatred... an undying flame. I figured that you were destined for much more than eternal slumber." he spoke, looking deeply into her eyes. She shook her head as if everything he was saying was some horrible story that she couldn't bear to hear.

"Look, it'll take some time getting used to. Stick with me for a bit and you'll survive. Otherwise no biggie, you'll just end up another pile of ashes under the sun." he said coldly, walking away.

"Come on, let's go eat. I haven't had a bite to eat all night." he added, turning to look at her.

For the next few hundred years Eliza spent her time doing what Vampires do best: she fed. With each kill she grew stronger... faster. She even managed to kill a Vampire Slayer that had been hunting her for years (almost the point of utter obsession). Then, one day, she disappeared. No one knew where she went, and the Coven itself lost touch with her. It was assumed she had finally met her demise, becoming nothing but a smoldering pile of dust, discarded in the wind.

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Anyways, what I need for this thread are vampires and some humans. What happens is my character gets captured by the military and is being held in captivity. This branch of the military specializes in dealing with creatures such as herself, but has decided to try an experiment with her. They've managed to obtain a very ancient text that will supposedly grant someone a new soul, and as vampires don't have souls they figure that Eliza is the perfect candidate. What happens is, with her new conscience, Eliza supposedly gives up her old life of preying on humans and starts hunting other vampires.

Please submit character applications here if you're interested in playing.
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[Bladesman]

Name: Luke MacLeod
Birthplace: Isle of Skye
Age: 375
Height: 6’ 1”
Hair color: Shoulder length wavy dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Race: Vampire
Abilities: Speed, dexterity, strength and extremely keen senses.

Appearance: Crimson shirt open at the collar with a silver cross around his neck, Black pants and a pair of black combat boots with silver crosses worked into the heels. Black trench coat that hides two short swords in their folds as well as a 44 mag.


History: It was the winter of 1645, the winds were howling over the Scottish moors as a young Scotch (about twenty years old) noble led his clansmen home to be with their families at Christmas. A lively tune from the bagpipe was heard from the rear of the line as their town came into sight in the fast fading visibility of twilight. The tune was a familiar drinking and it was hard to say who was the first to start singing, but soon the entire column was singing the song with the vigor only the Scottish have. In front of them, the gates of the town’s stockade opened for them and the townspeople watched as smiles crossed their tired faces at the return of their husbands, sons and fathers.

Luke smiled as his men broke rank and rushed into the town to the cheers and cries of their families. Now that his men were home, he could attend to other things. He walked to the church and headed down to the catacombs which was rare almost unheard of in that part of the world. Luke strode quickly through the darkness of the catacombs till he reached the far end of the long hallway of the dead. As he reached the end of the catacombs, he knelt on one knee and unsheathed his sword. He laid the sword at the bottom of the tomb before him then bowed his head. This was his father’s tomb after he had been slain by the accursed Campbell clan and English soldiers.

He reached into his cloak and pulled three pins from the cloaks of dead Campbell clansmen that he had slain. As he did, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and he reached toward his neck to ease the pain if he could, but before he could touch his neck an arm like iron encircled his chest and held his arms down. The pain increased as his vision grew hazy then he pitched forward as his blood was drained from his body.

The figure that had sucked his blood then picked him up as well as his sword and carried him from the catacombs into the darkness of the night. The dark figure or vampire as Luke was to learn that him and the others of that race were called, carried him to an old abandoned castle where the figure chained him hand and foot to the wall and left him there for three days. On the evening of the third day however, the vampire returned to his catch and sitting beside him, opened Luke’s mouth then sliced open part of his own wrist. Then he held his bleeding wrist over Luke’s mouth and let the blood fall into his mouth. At first there was no response, and then all at once Luke swallowed. Everything was silent for a moment, and then suddenly a piercing shriek exploded from Luke as everything began to change. His internal organs that were not vital to his now vampiric body began to devour themselves.

He screamed well into the night as the process took most of the night. Luckily for them both it was winter and the nights were much longer then the days were. Finally the old vampire unlocked the chains and left the room for a moment, when he returned he was dragging behind him a young man dressed in the Campbell’s colors who was about eighteen or so years old. It was obvious that the kid was scared, too scared to move in fact. The old vampire beckoned Luke over and bent the kid’s neck slightly before showing Luke how to properly bite a victim’s neck. Then although Luke fought him, albeit weakly, the old vampire force Luke to bite into the kid’s jugular vein. It sickened Luke for a second, but then he could feel his bodies strength returning and he began to suck at the wound harder willing the blood to rush faster. The old vampire smiled to himself as he realized that Luke would make the perfect vampire to take his place in the Coven of the English Isles. Over the next ten years, the old vampire who it turned out was an old Celt who had fought the Romans taught Luke all manner of vampiric knowledge before bringing him to the Coven. The Coven accepted him as the old Vampire knew it would, then came time for the farewell. Since Luke now held the old vampire’s council seat, the old vampire was ready to meet his end, he had seen over eight hundred years pass by and now that he had a successor could finally die. Unlike most vampires though, the old vampire gave himself to the sacred fires at Stonehenge and his ashes were interred with the other ancient’s ashes.

From that time till present times not much else is know about the Vampire Luke MacLeod other then he trains the younger vampires in how to fight against Vampire Slayers.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Now that is just the kind of character app. I'm looking for ^_^

Welcome aboard

 

[Bladesman]

My thanks.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

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Name: Shauna Wilson
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Hair: Platinum white
Eyes: Brown

Bio:

The life of a Slayer is never an easy one. At the age of 18 she finds herself spending more time in the local graveyard than she does out at parties.

Originally from a small town in New York, Shauna lived a pretty normal life when she was a child, going through kindergarten and elementary school like most girls her age. Her father, Marcus, was often out on business trips, working for some large firm, so she hardly ever got to spend time with him. Her mother, Laura, stayed at home to care of things, and so Shauna developed a rather close bond with her. When news of her fathers death in a car accident reached her ears, she and her mother packed their things and moved to Glen Oak when she was 13. Shauna had to start the whole 'building friends' cycle all over again; a process slow and rather painful given the cliques that were evident at the local schools. At 16 she discovered (accidentally) that she had enhanced abilities that set her apart from her peers. Shauna was stronger, faster, and more agile than those around her; able to sense danger before it would strike.

One night, while out with some friends, she was attacked. Two of the men seemed to have strength beyond that of a normal human, and they fought with such ferocity that it scared her. Never in her life had she ever encountered such creatures. One by one, however, she was able to fight them off and sent them scampering off into the night.

After this first encounter she was then approached by a strange, elderly man who claimed to know all about her. About her gifts... and her troubles. About the nightmares she'd been having. He introduced himself as a Watcher, and it was then that Shauna learned of her destiny as a Vampire Slayer, a person chosen for her ability to fight the forces of evil. Shauna was a bit skeptical at first, but time and time again she found herself in the middle of a fight where the enemy was less human and more... demonic. Glen Oak was the center of a Hellmouth; a sort of 'hot spot' for demonic activity. It was only natural that a Slayer would be drawn to it as well. She came to accept her responsibilities and remained under the careful guidance and tutelage of her Watcher.

Now in her senior year at Glen Oak High School, Shauna tries to balance her duties as a graduating student, a young teenage girl, and the Chosen One... all at the same time.​

 

[Bladesman]

Think you could find an image that would look similar to my character? By the way where is this story being set cause my vamp is one of the council members of the coven of british vampires

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Think you could find an image that would look similar to my character? By the way where is this story being set cause my vamp is one of the council members of the coven of british vampires

I have a few plot arcs that I was going to implement throughout the RP, but the success of which depend on who I get for the RP.

And yes, I can try and find an image for you

 

[Bladesman]

Cool, thanks. I'm a bit of a fantasy writer so I've dabbled in the vampire world a bit.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Cool, thanks. I'm a bit of a fantasy writer so I've dabbled in the vampire world a bit.

Np, though it might take a while. Custom characters are hard to match premade images with ^_^;

And if you have any ideas/suggestions for the thread feel free to lemme know

 

[Bladesman]

Feel free to drop me a line and ask.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

I know it's not a perfect fit, but how's this?

http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r108/elvenchild03/1bf3d6c80796794e.jpg

 

[Bladesman]

That is awesome, its quite similiar to my mental image of him.

 

[AmenRa]

Name: Isaiah
Age: Unknown
Hgt: 6'00"
Race: human?

Isaiah is a Watcher, and he has been for as long as he can remember. There is no death for Watchers, not a true one, and as they may age beyond rational capacity, their physical form dies only to be reborn in another.

A Watcher is inexplicably drawn to a Slayer and will seek to find their Slayer if it means spending their entire physical/mortal lives to do so.

He appears old, about 60 or 65, with a trimmed gray/white beard and white hair that is neatly cut. His eyes are a cold, iron gray. At some instances, he wears a very nice silk/wool black pinstriped suit, and at other times he is in an old, brown leather long coat, with a dusty brown felt fedora, underneath wearing a dark gray sweater and black trousers. He usually carries an old leather shoulder pouch, which he keeps 'things'.

Isaiah's looks are deception in the works, however. He can move with the speed and skill of a master fighter, and he carries silver weapons on him, including a dagger and small throwing spikes. It is not his place to fight, though, should he be confronted by an Undead, he will not turn away. The old wooden cane he carries conceals a silvered sword blade.

He often carries an old, leather bound book with him that details some of the more prominent vampires and their life histories as collected by himself and other Watchers. The book also contains various spells and incantations against Undead and demonic powers. Isaiah has inserted several of his own in the book, especially pieces of chapters from the Holy Bible and other religious texts.

He is a poet, a bard, a teller of stories and a singer of songs.

He has found his Slayer, and her training has begun.

Tears, how's that? Think you can find me a pic, too? (If you like the bio, I mean).

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

The bio is perfect, just how I pictured the Watcher to be. I'll try and find you a pic, but as with Blades it might take some time, and it might not be perfect.

Btw, would you prefer meeting my Slayer for the first time, or have they been acquainted already? I'm kind of leaning towards the former of the two options, as it would lead to some interesting dialogue between them =)

 

[AmenRa]

You know, I think I could go with either there. Since we pretty much know what they are both all about, either way will work.

I'll let you decide on that. Just because I like you.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Jermaine Sharpe

Name: Jermaine Sharpe
Age: 34
Hgt: 5'10"
Wgt: 175
Hair: Black & Grey
Eyes: Brown
Race: human

Appearance
With an average height and build he'd didn't stand out much physically, his hair was cut short like all military men and a shock of grey around the temples gave him the look of authority that one expects from a General, though he was still just a Captain.

Personality
Pushy, arrogant, cocky and calculating where all exellent discriptors for the Captain. He was the kind of man who never let his morals get in the way of his job whatever that might be.

Powers
Extreme luck, expert fighter, expert mechanic and machinist

Bio

Jermaine Sharpe hadn't lived what most would call a blessed life, at the young age of six he'd became the sole survivor of a vampire attack on his family. It wasn't anything they had done, they weren't hunters, Slayers, Watchers, or witches. They were a family out for a walk to get Kentucky Fried Chicken, Jermaine had ordered Chicken Littles. It really funny how you can remember all of those little details even as an adult. He remembered the faces of the vampires, a blonde with his hair slicked back in a black leather trench coat and a woman. The most horribly beautiful woman he had ever seen with her black hair, red dress and singing. They'd spared him, if that's what you call leaving a child drenched in his parents blood.

He was taken in by his Aunt and Uncle for a time. If he'd stayed with them he might have grown up to lead a somewhat normal life, but his Parents found out where he was staying. It was exactly how he'd dreamt it ever night since they died. That the last year had been some kind of horrible nightmare or that God would see that he needed his parents and would let them come back to him. It didn't even cross his mind why they were standing outside calling to him instead of rushing to him and scooping him up in their loving arms. His Aunt and Uncle, they didn't survive. This time nobody came for him and he ended up in foster care.

Foster Care treated him as well as it did most children. He learned all about being stronger than the other guy, he gambled, he drank, he fought and he stole. He should have ended up in the system but somehow he was never the one who got caught. It was always the guy to his left or the guy to his right but never him. He ended up in the Marine Corps. Ordance, he even got the tatto IYAOYAS (If You Ain't Ordnance You Ain't Shit) across his shoulders. He excelled at being a Marine, it got him recognized by several specialized units. He spent time with all the Special Forces, Rangers, SEALS, Recon, been to countries that don't even have names and killed people who didn't exist. Even surrounded by extraordinary individuals he still stood out and that's what got him brought into the Inititive.

Finally he was amongst equals and even superiors. These were the true elite and he often had to struggle to keep up with this crowd. The Inititive specialized in what most would call monsters. Without going into all of the details the California branch was compromised and Jermaine was one of the lucky few to survive. The prize for surviving, in addition to being alive was an Officer's Commision.

Now he was the Officer in Charge of Special Operations to weaponize, punish, capture and otherwise deal with with the otherworldly threat.

(sorry I got all wordy)

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

(sorry I got all wordy)

No problem. The bio is perfect ^_^

I'm kinda excited to see this get off the ground =)

 

[Bladesman]

Hmm is anything happening?

 

[Sean Renaud]

I think we need more players, but it looks like we've got enough to start to be honest.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

I think we need more players, but it looks like we've got enough to start to be honest.

Aiight, I'll get to work on the IC

 

[Bladesman]

Cool.

 

[Sean Renaud]

So do we have any progress on the on the IC thread? It seems like we've got two obvious teams with Jermaine and Eliza either starting with Jermaine huting her or with Eliza already in custody. We've obviously got the Slayer Watcher and possibly Luke as an antagonist team.

 

[dragonrazor]

Kimmeh hasn't started writing it yet, to my knowledge. I'm working on a profile myself, but waiting to see if she has any suggestions for it.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Kimmeh hasn't started writing it yet, to my knowledge. I'm working on a profile myself, but waiting to see if she has any suggestions for it.

Sorry guys, lab shut down at 5 pm last night so I wasn't able to get it posted. But I'll be here all day so expect it up somewhat shortly ^_^

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Eliza has yet to be captured, but I anticipate that happening within the first few posts. I'll introduce her in a bit.

Anyways, as I see it Shauna doesn't know her new Watcher yet, but I also expect that happen pretty quickly.

Here's the thread: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=583834