Underworld ~ the next generation

[Axion]

Much has changed since the Humans have found out about the non human races, the war now had three sides. Humans now waged war against the Lycans and Vampires, hunting them virtually to extinction. Lycans had fled to the sewers and other underground areas, Vampires fleeing to abandoned facilities and wooded areas. There were several unconfirmed reports of a few hybrids of the two races, but none have been completely confirmed. Humans had several 'purges' and have deemed the two races extinct, however nothing could be further from the truth. The Lycans had managed to infiltrate a genetics company and have developed ways to make themselves resistant to silver. The Vampires had taken control of a research facility and developed a treatment that made them resistant to UV rays for short times. Humans had developed several munitions that are effective against both races, though due to measures taken by the non humans, the munitions are not as effective as they were in the beginning.

The time setting is present day, in a major human city. You can pick either Human, Lycan, Vampire, or Hybrid (not too many).

Rules:
1) All CS rules apply
2) No god modding
3) Have fun
4) No more than 2 characters per person

Profile:

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Race: (If human civilian or non-human hunter)
Gender:
History:

Only accepting profiles for the moment until we have sufficient players.
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Name: Raven Hawke
Age: Appears 25
Appearance: Raven has spiked black hair, brown eyes (blue when using his abilities), wears blue jeans, a brown shirt, grayish black trench coat, and stands 6 feet 3 inches.
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
History: Raven is one of the last Vampire 'Death Dealers' still alive. Since the Humans had entered the war, he had lead a resistance against them that ended in defeat. Many of his kind have fled the major cities, but some managed to infiltrate key companies in research. He stays mostly in the shadows, making sure no more of his kind are needlessly slaughtered. Although a skilled fighter, he longs for the days of old, where all he had to worry about were Lycans that were easy enough to kill. Ever since the Humans had entered their war, things have gotten more complicated on all sides.

[Spartacus]

Name: Katarina Alaric Blade
Age: 16
Race: Hybrid
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Standing at a mere 6’0, the toned female is more skin and bones than anything else. What muscle mass happens to be on her body is spread throughout her entire figure so that she doesn’t look big and bulky. She may be lanky, but that doesn’t mean she’s a helpless chick and often proves that point to her opponents. Kat has blonde hair that wavers down to the mid-section of her back. Wide blue eyes are offset by long luscious dirty blonde lashes, given her a wide and innocent demeanor. Her bangs drop into her eyes, hiding their true nature. Not totally ivory, she has some color to her. She too has freckles that begin at the bridge of her nose and spread outwards across her cheeks and her forehead.

Basically, the only clothing Katarina will wear consists of a pair of comfortable jeans. She has any color imaginable to man and all of them are in perfect condition. If at any time her jeans are ruined, she gives them to like Red Cross to reintegrate them into the system. Going with the jeans, she wears pretty much any type of cute t-shirts or tanks and ensures that they too are in good shape. Like the jeans, she will give the clothing away even if it has a tiny little stain or the seam is slightly out. No matter what type of shirt she’s wearing, they all fit snug, but not too tight to make it a disgusting view and her jeans are all hip-huggers. The shirts all stop above her navel, showing off her butterfly piercing. Her tennis shoes are perfect, just like her clothes and she goes to great lengths to keep them clean. She has tons of shoes and of course, boots for hiking and what not.

In addition to her belly button being pierced, Kat has both of her ears pierced three times. The earrings she wears differs upon her mood and the occasion. The only exception to this is the top set in which she wears real diamonds. That’s all of her body piercing, but she has other body markings. Katarina has a pinkish scar across the top of her left hand. She has a tattoo of wire mixed with hearts that runs along the circumference of her left arm. Though that’s her only tattoo, she plans on getting many more, when the right times arise.

History:

Born of a vampire and lycan, Katarina always had to hide from the world. When she was little, she didn’t understand, but after nearly being killed by humans, it became apparent that the world wasn’t safe even for her. On a hunt one fateful night when she was seven, her father was killed, and three weeks later, her mother was mercilessly slaughtered by a rogue group of vampires attempting to find Kat. Ever since that night, she had kept herself hidden down in the basement of an abandoned building, waiting for the moment where she could make a difference in the war.

[<3kisskissbangbang<3]

Name:Jazzi
Age:22
Appearance:

At 6'3, Jazzi is a tall, slim and athletic looking young vampire, her long limbs are lithe and toned. Her raven black hair is cropped in a choppy bob that just touches her shoulders at it's longest points. She has piercing hazel eyes that change color with her mood. Her face has cold stone like features, high cheek bones and delicate almond shaped eyes. She rarely smiles. Often dressed in black trousers with lots of pockets and wide legs, accompanied by a black or white t shirt. There is always, without fail a gun holstered to her hip. That is her minimum. Usually wearing steel toe'd combat boots with a knife concealed in there too.

Race: Vampire
Gender:Female
History:

Born into a world of waging war on all sides, being ready for combat is what she was taught from birth. To trust no one but family, to never fall in love. Because being alone meant she only had one person to be concerned about. Herself. She lives in the woodlands, and she fights for her territory. She watches the humans at night, on the outskirts of the city, their mortal lives intriguing to her. But she never gets muddled up in their futile mess, love triangles etc. However the notion for someone to love another person and put their feelings above their own was alien yet intriguing to her. Secretly she wants a companion, someone to love.

[Rukia]

Name: Amelia 'Riley' Grey

Age: appears to be 27, actual age is unknown.

Gender: Female

Race: Tainted Human/Vampire

Personality: Brash and bold, unwilling to compromise.

Physical description: Riley stands at five foot six inches and weighs approximately 165kgs. She has long dark hair that sits just passed her shoulders and is always tied back. Her eyes are a deep jade green; she has two puncture marks on her neck from being bitten and carries a brand on her right wrist that identifies her as a Venator. Riley also has a scar running down the length of her back having been caught badly by a blade whilst fighting in close quarters.

Her typical attire is dark trousers, dark shirts and steel toed boots.

History:

Born into a family whose name upholds honour and tradition, Riley was taught from a young age what her role in this life was going to be. The most common name associated with her family was that of the Venators, a known race of vampire slayers. Many believed them to be werewolves in fact they were pure blooded humans and expert hunters. Using the fur of the animals slaughtered to disguise themselves on their raids against vampires. Her early life was spent being taught how to use a variety of weaponry and that all vampires were evil and deserved to be killed and it was her duty to slay them. The killing of the Serrano nobles however changed Riley’s mind on a lot of the teachings she had been given, there deaths occurred in her 18th year and the aftermath would cause repercussions that would continue for centuries.

Embittered at the raid she left the family home in the dead of night and took to wandering the streets of the village, a decision that would prove most costly. The last few remaining kin of the noble house were seeking vengeance in a final stand against the Venators. Riley had been walking for quite some time through the village not really paying attention to what was going on around her, she didn’t hear the man approach her from behind nor feel his fangs plunge into her neck until the last moment as he gripped her wrist to stop her from moving. As she struggled the mark that identified her as one of the slayers was revealed, pausing for a moment the Vampire grinned.

“Child, you made a mistake being out tonight. But you will live this night and for many more.” He snarled holding her steady as he returned to drinking her blood until she fell limp in his arms, close to death but not quite; he gently laid her down on the ground cutting into his wrist as he did so and forcing her to drink his blood. She swallowed hungrily much to his pleasure before falling into a slumber, picking her up he walked back to the Venators house and left her by the gates; covering her neck with a blood red scarf before leaving.

Riley awoke in the early hours feeling drowsy noticing she was outside the main gates to the Manor; she stumbled toward the house and crawled to her room feeling strange but in need of sleep. For days she slept as her body adjusted to its new fate, her parents and others of the clan keeping a silent watch at her door. Silently she awoke with a great hunger her hand moving slowly to her neck and the puncture wounds which by now had healed a distinct reminder of what had occurred that night. Rising slowly she could hear the beating hearts of those by the door, the lust for blood growing with each passing moment as she neared opening the door in one quick motion and grabbing the nearest to the door plunging her fangs into his neck and drinking hungrily, they stared unable to comprehend what had come to pass the last of the line had been turned into the very creature they sought to destroy. Riley dropped the now lifeless man to the floor and looked at those gathered as they slowly began to back away.

They turned and fled screaming, Riley stood watching them silently vowing to find them all and wipe them out. The Slayer would become the hunter of both, to avenge the wrong doing of the Serrano nobles and to make amends for her clan.

The years had passed rather uneventfully for the girl tainted by the blood lust of the vampires, her immortal life thus far had been spent killing to live and killing to avenge. She had all but wiped out the Venators with only her brother remaining who by some means unknown to her had managed to live as long as she just to spite her. As yet she is not involved in the war between the Lycans and the Vampires but she is certain its only a matter of time before someone comes looking for her aide.

[Axion]

OOC: Alright, we have enough to start. Others can still join in later.

IC: Raven was running from rooftop to rooftop, staying out of sight. Between the humans and the rising lycans, the war was getting more and more intense. The vampires were rebuilding, but they were all scattered. Combine that with the fact that he was the last one in his group, Raven was pretty much on his own. He shifted his eyes around the area, seeing a blood bank a few blocks to the South. He dropped down from the roof, landing in a crouching position without a sound. He made his way inside, quickly getting inside the blood storage area. He grabbed several blood packets, making his exit to the street. As he went toward the roof access he saw another person, noting him staring at the blood packs in his hands. Suddenly the man began to transform into a lycan, Raven's eyes turning an icy blue. As the humanoid wolf bolted toward him, Raven dashed backward and avoided the crushing impact.

"Stupid dog! Time to teach you your place!"

As the two non-humans exchanged blows, Raven was unaware of the human across the street calling the authorities. With the battle becoming more intense and the two taking damage, several Humvee with multiple soldiers exited and took aim at the two non-humans. Raven shifted his eyes, running up the wall and avoiding the oncoming rounds. He watched the rounds filled with silver nitrate strike the lycan, watching it weaken and eventually die from all the silver in its body. He then noticed that the bullets that were aimed at him were filled with some kind of UV liquid. As he avoided the rounds, he picked up some clips from the soldiers the lycan managed to kill. He then found a handgun and a belt strap that went across the chest. Raven then ran down an alley, followed by the soldiers. He found a hidden access point, taking it and hiding the entrance so the soldiers could not follow. He emerged from the passage, looking around and noticing he was in a woodland area.

"Well, these bullets would aid me in the fighting of lycans. The humans are another matter though, Oh well, I doubt they would come this far anyway... Better drink this blood though, that fight kinda drained me..."

Raven extended his fangs, biting into the first blood pack. As he drained the blood he could feel his wounds healing and strength returning, biting into a second blood pack. When he finished drinking, he was fully recovered and began to look around.

[Spartacus]

Katarina found herself perched above the city, staring down at it with disinterest. Her blue eyes closed momentarily before opening them up and glancing back down at the busy street. Things had changed a lot since she had been born, and it wasn’t for the best. As far as she knew, her kind was rare, and was hunted by humans, vampires, and lycans. She didn’t fit in with any group once they found out who or rather what she was, and that bothered her immensely. It wasn’t like she could change her birth, nor did she really want to be born as something else. Ultimately humans were weak and they would be wiped out eventually. Probably would be the result of the vampire/lycan war, but it wasn’t like it could be stopped.

“Alright, Kat, let’s go have some fun.”

Leaping down off the building, Blade landed in a slight crouch before standing to her feet. Dusting herself off, the young teenager blended into the crowd and headed towards a local club. She had a fake i.d. and had no problems getting in, which made it a lot easier to have uninterrupted enjoyment. Her clothing matched the latest human trend, and as she neared the club, she adjusted her red wife-beater tank and took in a deep breath. Reaching into the back pocket of her black hip-hugger jeans, she tugged out the i.d. and held it between two fingers while waiting in line. Sweeping her blonde hair behind one of her ears, Kat was glad that the line was moving fast. It wasn’t long before she was allowed inside the dark establishment and her eyes adjusted almost automatically. Grinning, she headed to the dance floor, determined to have a great time.

Here’s hoping no one recognizes me and no one ruins my time. I’ll break their necks if they try…

[<3kisskissbangbang<3]

Sitting on a cool flat rock, by the shallow creek felt good in the warm nights air. It was such a mild night, the stars were desperately trying to peep through the cloud blanket that had settled over the Earth tonight, almost like tucking a child in. Jazzi wasn't sure what the time was exactly, but by the positioning of the silver illuminate moon, it was late, and getting on for sunrise. She decided as it was so quiet that she would take this rare moment of solitude to bathe in the creek. As she undressed she had the faintest feeling in her gut that someone was watching her, but being as she was getting naked in the middle of a forest, she decided it was natural for her to feel a heightened feeling of self awareness and pushed the feeling to one side. Placing her tank top and trousers on the flat rock along with her unlaced boots and socks, she dipped her toes into the creek.

"oh" she thought to herself musingly

"it's warmer than I thought " she was about to wade in the rest of the way when something hit her, like a bullet in her neck, there was a sharp pain, then she felt sleepy, the world began to spin in a off-kilter fashion, at this point she realised she probably should feed more as she was so weak, the smell off blood was over whealming and she passed out.

[Rukia]

The City streets are awash with tension, Riley can feel it as she walks. The humans are still slightly fearful and fights tend to erupt more often than not, she does her best not to get involved; crossing the street when the brawls start getting out of hand. She has yet to come across a Vampire or Lycan and part of her is grateful for that, she knows it won't take long for someone from either faction to figure out she is here nor will it take them long to seek her out and offer her a deal. Truth is though, she's not interested in dealing with either side.

Her pace is deliberate, slow to a point so as not to attract attention of those around her. Riley seeks only one person and he has been illusive for quite some time. Gunshots permeate the silence causing her gaze to shift from her boots, until they are level with the horizon; a large crowd has gathered and what appears to be a Lycan is lying riddled with bullets upon the ground.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she shakes her head, before crossing the street intent on avoiding the carnage.

[PaladinFury]

Name: Frederic Malarkey
Age: 22
Appearance:
In full form frederic stands at a full 7'4 one of the largets and tallest Lycans of his kind, scars run across his chest and back from previous battles with human and vampire alike, his eyes a feline yellow, cold and brash is how he lives, long flowing black hair that reaches past his shoulders. a cold menace of bloody murder and ferocity surrounds his very form.

Race: Lycan
Gender: Male
History:

Running for most of his life Frederic was born a pure blood Lycan, both mother and father killed ina horrific human 'purging' he escaped with friends and what remained of his family to a remote location in the scottish mountains, there they fed on local wildlife and grew, constantly testing himself against friends in combat to train himself up, he vowed revenge for the atrocities he had witnessed that fateful night when the hunters bullet had penetrated his fathers head sending him tumbling to the floor, and as his mother fought off the others she could not hold her ground against so many of them armed with counter-lycan weapons, but with key branches being infiltrated by none other than the hybrids of his kind he knew his time would come soon, for now they had to bind their time, he would live out his stupid normal life in the city, where the stench of death and vampire like filled the air. And this is where his story begins.


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Vampire.. I'd know that god forsaken scent anywhere..

His nose twitched violently as he tried to pin the location of the one he had smelled, out in this forest he could feel free, away from the confines of the city and it's penned in houses and alleyways, he knelt down and ran his cold rough hand over the rock infront of him, his digits idly brushing away some moss as he shifted it slightly to reveal a golden necklace with a wolfs head emblazoned on the solid gold, he held it in his hands for a while as he blessed the memory of his family and friends and then slid it back into place under the rock and rose to his feet, his nostrils flared as the scent became stronger within the air, he set to following the trail through the bushes, using his hands and knife to cut a path through the foliage, he suddenly came to an abrupt halt as a sound drifted in to his ears.

Running water? I must be near a lake or waterfall

He cut through another rather dense bush and his vision was filled with the most beautiful of lakes, sparkling azure water lapped at the shores near his feet, but that wasn't what caught his eye the most, in the centre of the lake, lay a woman, naked and what looked to be either unconscious or lounging, but what was most intriguing about her was that the vampire scent was at it's strongest here, it was her, his lips curled into a terrifying snarl, and he tilted his head back and allowed a prolonged howl to escape his lips, that echoed and reverberated through the forest letting the other creatures know he had found his prey, although still in his human form he still had incredible strength so he was not worried about challengers for his prize, he was about to wade in when his nose twitched again and he picked up another scent close by, something or someone was near the lake too...

[Axion]

Raven was wandering around the forest when he heard an all too familiar sound, the sound of a Lycan who found his prize. He was curious as to what a Lycan would howl about here, so he opted to investigate. He stayed down wind, knowing it would make it more difficult for the Lycan to detect him. He ran through the forest at full speed, not making a sound. He landed on a tree branch near the waterfall, disturbing not even the smallest leaf. He allowed the smells to pass through his nose, taking them in. Although not as good as a Lycan's, a Vampire could tell the difference between Human, Lycan, and Vampire rather easily.The naked female was a Vampire, judging by the wound in her neck, it was not the Lycan who harmed her. Probably a Human, most likely still in the general area. He dropped down near the Lycan and the unconscious Vampire, noting the look from the Lycan. By the looks of him, the Lycan had seen combat with his kind as well as the Humans. Based from the look he was getting from him, he could tell that the Lycan sensed there was something different about him as opposed to normal Vampires. Raven was not like most Vampires were now, he was one of very few remaining "Death Dealers" of his race. He was his race's version of an assassin, trained to kill anything and everything without asking questions. Most of the "Death Dealers" were killed in the "purges", however there were a good few hundred left. Raven's eyes turned blue, sizing up the Lycan. This one was different than most, stronger, taller... a fighter. No doubt something drove him to keep him from living in squallier like most of his kind, some kind of tragedy perhaps.

"I'm not interested in killing you, just leave her be and walk away... I'm pretty sure whatever Human did this is still near and has countermeasures for both our kind... I propose you let me nurse her back to health and we fight this out another night... unless you prefer to battle me and we all end up like this rather naked female.... your choice Lycan...."

[Rukia]

Blending in is easy when you've been doing it for a century or two, even more so when you appear more human than vampire. Crossing over from the gathering crowd, Riley sees little sense in sticking around for the fallout; humans will cry foul whilst the Lycans will just step up their attacks. The cool night air is a pleasant feeling against her skin when she allows herself the pleasure of indulging which is far little these days.

The throng of humans begins to thin out as she walks, meaning there is a need to lie low for a while. Sighing deeply Riley pauses in her step, avoiding the drunk human that's stumbling idly out of a club. The vibration makes it way to her ears, the place looks dark and thrumming with people; the perfect place to hide for a while. Flashing her I.D at the bouncer, who barely glances at it; she moves inside and takes root at the bar.

[PrincessLUV]

Name: Darren Delfino
Age: 28
Appearance: Darren is a striking man, 6'8' with a muscular build and a ruggedly handsome face. His skin is a healthy tan and marred with scars that are not disfiguring. Sharp hazel eyes are the focal point of his handsome face and his head is crowned with medium length chocolate hair that seems so perfectly placed no matter what he does. His sister compares him to a young, muscular Harrison Ford. He often wears dark slacks and well fit black tees.
Race: Human-hunter
Gender: Male
Historyarren grew up in a good neighborhood, with a happy family and a secret. His father was a 'monster hunter' and well known in those types of circles. It was known to his mother, as she was the support system, but secret from his sister. On the outside they seemed like another suburbian dream. He trained with his father from an early age to become the next in line, leaving his sister to study other things and be ignorant to the dangers of the world. When he was 18, somethign went terribly wrong. Their home had been attack, parents murdered. Unsure of who did it, he struck out against the creatures of the night. His sister was luckily away at a friend's sleepover. He took her under his wing and started the onslaught of a century.

Name: Val Delfino
Age: 21
Appearance: Average height of 5'6", athletic build but still feminine. She shares her brother's coloring with a healthy tan but has lighter hair that borders on heavily creamed coffee. It is often pulled into a long pony and has evidence of soft curls Her eyes are a pleasant green and well rounded. her normal wares are mini dresses paired with leggings and boots.
Race: Human- civilian
Gender: Female
History: Grew up alongside her brother, but was ignorant to the secrets her family hid. She excelled in sciences and sports, becoming well loved by jocks and geeks alike. At the age of 11 she lost her parents and learned things that changed her world. She was allowed to keep up her charade at school until college and stands by Darren but her life is taking another course...she wishes to learn rather than get revenge.


will post IC soon!

[Rixann]

Name: robyn
Age: 22
Appearance: 5ft tall, shoulder length brown hair, bright green eyes, prefers to wear loose jeans and t-shirt, she is of moderate build ears are pierced on the top with a bar going straight across. She has a,long scar across her back diagonally from right shoulder to left hip
Race: vampire
History: robyn was human, she was happy and content knowing the purge had wiped all the non-humans out, they were finally safe. The beast that had killed her little brother and scarred her back was dead... Least thats what she thought. One night when walking home from a late nightv with the girls she heard screams coming from an alley. She ran to help and saw two huge lycans scaling the walls of escape. Before she could run she was pinned to wall by her throat and then an agonising pain from the right side of her neck, that was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a strange out dated bed...

(hope this is ok, will post IC soon)

[PrincessLUV]

"You don't have to," she argued while hanging lazily over the side of the sofa. Her hair swayed as she moved slightly to get a better view of her brother who was packing for another night out. His success in killing vamps and lycans was great, his success in getting revenge was questionable. Her eyes followed him across the room as he went side to side, acquiring arms and random technology she cared nothing for.

"Yeah, Val i do...I won't stop til I a-" they're voices joined, her's tired sounding 'venge our parents."

Val sat up, looking at the lug and sighing. He was going to get himself killed. Then what? Was she supposed to do the same thing he was doing these ten years? She wouldn't. Not at all. Val loved her family and all but more death was not really her solution. He ignored most of her comments about why he shouldn't kill but maybe accept the fact that maybe they were avenging someone their parents killed. Or something. He just wouldn't listen.

Instead he instructed her to stay inside for the night and headed out. Val sighed. She was twenty-one but couldn't control her own life because her brother was crazy. That was not fair at all.

[Rixann]

Robyn opened her eyes slowly, she felt sore all over, and could barely move. where ever she was, was poorly lit, but her eyes seemed to adjust quickly.
she attempted to sit up and the room spun. She was so thirsty, she just felt so lethargic. She could hear voices in another room but was unsure of what was being said. She forced herself up and crawled out from under the sheet she had over her and stood up. She pressed herself to the wall and used it to balance herself slowly shuffling her feet to find a door.