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A battle wages on between Good and Evil who will win? |
| [Introduction]
The town of Aresmont is being overrun by hordes of hideous creatures:hell hounds,werewolves,vampires,and zombies you choose which side you wish to fight on the ones creating all this havok or the ones trying to stop it... P.S.you can be any of the creatures listed above plus many many more anything from demons to slayers and everything in between.. |
| Name:Vlademyre Sulavaz Age:240 Race:Vampire Appearance:tall around 6'5 with long black hair and blue eyes wears a long black trenchcoat with side attachments Personality:Once the most feared vampire in the known world but now lives only to destroy those who betrayed him. Weapons:Carries 2 silver swords in his trenchcoat that can cut through any substance Abilities:Can transform into a bat/wolf/or mist can teleport and has super strength speed,and agility Bio:known as Vlade the Impaler for centuries he killed everyone who opposed him was betrayed by the Lizarms a group of vampiric assasins whom Vlade trained himself now lives only to taste their blood. Other:With lightning speed and incredible strength Vlade is a match for anyone fighting on the side of good? or just hell bent on revenge? you decide for yourself. |
| Name:Slasher Magee Race:Cyborg Age:None Appearence: I look very human, I move like a human, I speak like a human. But I kick ass like a robot. Personality: Sweet Poision, Jekel and Hyde you pick. Weapons:Body armour underneath fake human flesh, super strength, laser beam eyes. Abilities:Super speed at the touch of a button, can hear a pin drop 500 miles away, fighting skills. Bio: I fight for justice, to rid the world from bile beings from Hell. Other: I may be a girl on the outside, but I can kill you in an instant. Motto: Don't under estimate the pretty things in life, you never know when they will turn on you. |
| Name: Gatwick Age: Not relevant Race: Naphthol: a new form of life Appearence: Be forewarned: Gatwick is a Master of Disguises. Can usually be found lurking late at night in the AC (Aresmont Cemetary) reading epitaphs and communicating with the spirit world Personality: Vigilante; Shows No Mercy. Weapons: What he doesn't possess, he easily acquires; Ringleader of participants that continue to grow in number. Abilities: Gatwick acquired night vision from his mentor, Solstar. Gatwick has a heart of stone and the mind of a genius. He is willing to use; correction: eager to use, his resources to thwart the evils pervading Aresmont. Weakness: The Language: Purple |
| Name~Hyldryn Lupis Age~late teens Race~werewolf Class~hunter Appearnce~wolf~large, all white, with one yellow eye and one blue one. Human~tall, slim, long white hair, same eyes. same age. slightly gawky and awkward, wears small black sunglasses. male. Personality~slightly shy and very quiet as a human. as a wolf, loud, fierce and a fighter all the way. Weapons~claws and 2 poisenous fangs. nothing as a human. Ablities~night, x-ray and soul-searching vision. a nose that can smell out anything within a 20 mile radius. ears that can hear within a 45 mile range, and at any pitch. cant speak at all, excepting to howl, but can understand any lanuage and can read. can run like the wind. as a human~hacking and can do anything w/ computers, and is very intelligent. Weaknesses~cant speak. as a human, he's quite wimpy. also, every night he changes to a wolf, from 7pm-7am. Other~ironically, neither wolf nor man has any knowledge or memory of the other half. also, the man is on the side of good, and the wolf on the side of evil. |
| Name: Qu'ell Age: Unknown Race: Qu'ell, is sadly to say, a Goblin. Appearance: Unlike most Goblins Qu'ell is tall, as a matter of fact he is almost a full four feet tall. And smart... well, for a goblins anyways. Personality: As any other goblin Qu'ell is a coward. But he is a true friend. Not that he knows what it means but he can help in any ways he can. Weapons: Qu'ell doesn't have any weapons worth mentioning except his hard skull. But one... no... better make that two... unique items are, number one; a strange box Qu'ell always carries around. And number 2, a magical ring. I dout that Qu'ell knows that it's magic. But he does know was that he found it and now it's his. Abilities: Qu'ell doesn't know many of his abilities, but what he does know is that he can steal, hid, run, and lie as good as anyone in the world. Yes, he had a little practice... ok fine... a lot of pratice for it. Hidden Talent: Cooking. Yes, Qu'ell can cook. And healing. His little box, he calls his toy can heal wounds, not serious wounds but little cuts and bruises. Regenerations, yes Qu'ell can regenerate, from his magical ring. As long as he wears it he is fine, except for one problem, he doesn't know it's magical either does anyone else. His last hidden talent is that Qu'ell is a good archer, 'course he missed a few shoots and killed a few guys... by mistakes, but all in all he's a good archer... hopefully he is. Bio: Qu'ell is a dumb creature that can be malipuated easily. He follows people around, and usually winds up annoying them, but they become friends in the end. Qu'ell also has a history for what he calls 'savin' butts'. In times of crisis Qu'ell usually runs away, after a period of time he comes back and help you. Usually saves you, but sometimes things goes wrong and... well... let's not talk about that right now. Other: Qu'ell can be on either side of Good or evil. He really doesn't care. As long as he gets to eat bugs, (maggots, worms, roaches, etc) he's happy. Weakness: Just about everything you can picture. |
Name: Harmony Arendale Age: 21 Race: Human/Slayer Appearance: Basically drop-dead gorgeous, and unintentionally attracts lots of vampires. Has a slim, subtley muscled figure and is average in the chest department. Has long, sleek brown hair that normally looks perfect, and vivid bluish lavender eyes. Personality: Couldn't care less about other people's opinion of her...does what she feels like. Very self-assured, and can be somewhat seductive at times. Smart, with well-attuned instincts. Intellectual. Weapons: Depends on her mood. Abilities: Not many supernatural abilities, but is very physically adept and has a wicked tongue. Other: Tries to lead as normal a life as she can. |
| Vlademyre paced back and forth in his crypt as he patiently awaited nightfall. Less than an hour later he was prowling the streets searching for those who betrayed him. He spotted one of them in the park as his eyes turned solid white,a cold rage swept through his body as he drew one of his swords and stared at him. "Those who betrayed me must perish in the flames of hell for all of eternity!" He hurled his sword at the vampire as it's head fell off it's shoulders and rolled towards Vlademyre. He bent down and picked his sword up off the ground as he placed it back in his trenchcoat and stared up towards the sky. "Be warned I will not stop until all those responsible have paid with their lives!" |
"Nice job." She said. "Who are you? Where are you?" Vlademyre said. "The names Mcgee." She said coming out from behind a grave stone. "Slasher Mcgee." "Why are you hiding?" Vlade said. "I'm not hiding. I've been tracking the Lizarms for weeks, and tracked one here. I was ready to kill, when you intruded." Said Slasher. "Ha! You are but a meer woman. How can you kill a Lizarm? "The same way I can kill you, with brutal strength, especially if you don't stop being a jackass." "Aren't you a vampire yourself?" "I am, but not one of them! I hate those beasts, they betrayed me!" "Oh, you're a vampire, vampire slayer? That's rich! She said rolling her eyes. |
| The night was crawling in fear. The fog was rolling in heavy as he waited in the shadows of the Aresmont Cemetary. Gatwick had wanted this meeting for a long time. He needed the information from the thief, so he was patient. Then, he caught a glimpse of Vlade the Impaler's sword. He could feel the rage from Vlademyre's blue eyes as turned burned white, when he raised his shiny weapon. As, he silently watched, Slasher approached the Impaler with her sarcasm. Gatwick eased deeper into the shadows of darkness as he listened to their conversation. Surely, they would be gone soon. His informant would never take the chance of being spotted by those two slayers. Gatwick shrugged. After he got his information from the snitch, he didn't care what happened to the bum. He might even enjoy knocking him off into the pits of Hell himself. |
| MMmmm.... Squee thought as he happily munch on a maggot he liberated from the coffin of a dead man. Good... Laying down he went straight back to sleep. Ah, dis is da life! He thought to himself, na wryis na prblams na nothings! ‘cept fo' bugs, he corrected himself. Just then he looked up, a big vampire was talking to a vampire hunter. Something didn't make sense. Then he squealed in horror as his little brain just processed what he had seen. Both of them turned their head and in unison they uttered a four-letter word. |
| sorry its Thanksgiving |
| *I'm really confused-I've been procrastinating for so long...sorry if I mess up!* Harmony stood with her back against her car, arms crossed over her chest as if to ward of the cold. Her dark hair blew around her like a river of obsidian, and she finally got fed up with it, yanking it into an unruly ponytail at the nape of her neck. She was going to throttle him if and when he got here. This was not your ordinary stand-up. Staring straight ahead, she caught sight of him, and stayed put, ready to rail him, but he wasn't headed for her. "Dammit, Jeff, get your sorry ass back here!" she yelled after the young man who was obviously trying to avoid her. She ran for him and grabbed his arm swinging him around to face her harshly. But there was something wrong...his face...Oh god, what the hell? "Jeff?" she whispered, a cloud of condensation escaping her lips from the cold. The skin was dripping of his bones as if it had been deep-fried, and his eyeballs lolled back into his head. "Jeff!" she hissed as he fell, his body sizzling into nothing before her eyes. Shaking violently, she walked briskly back to her car....she needed to get home and consult her book to figure out what in hell was going on. |
| Vlade stared at her as he smiled"That's very true my dear"he kissed her hand gently as she smiled. "Well let's go talk over some strategies with Slasher shall we?"Leslie nodded as they jumped out of the tree beside Slasher. "Who's the girl?"Vlade smiled as he bowed his head"This is Leslie Winters the vampire slayer". Slasher looked at him with a puzzled look as she replied"A vampire slayer well then why didn't she just slay you then?" Vlade laughed as he patted her on the shoulder"Because I'm on the side of good remember?" Slasher sighed as she shook her head"Fine whatever! let's just go track down these vamps ok?" Vlade nodded as his eye's began to glow white again"They don't stand a snowballs chance in hell against us!" |
| Name: Chance Truman Age: 25 Race: She is half warlock (a evil witch) and half white-lighter (a guardian of good witches). Appearance: A classic raven beauty--fair skin, black hair and dark eyes. Very, very beautiful. Personality: Brooding, yet sweet-natured and caring. However, she has a violent temper. Weapons: Her supernatural abilities and her keen ability of physical self-defense. Abilities: Telekinesis; pyrokinesis; can make herself invisible; can orb from one place to another; levitation; can hypnotize with her voice--a siren's song, if you will. Other: Chance is highly intelligent, and is a very convincing liar--therefore, she can be both good and evil--whichever the situation she is currently in calls for. |
| They nodded as Vlad grabbed Lady Bast's hand. "Come, my dear..I have something I want to show you." She nodded as they walked off into the forest hand-in-hand. "Do you remember this place, Bastet?" She turned around and viewed the landscape as memories filled her mind. "Aye, M'lord I remember this place very well." Vlad smiled a little as he placed his arm around her waist; Bastet's heart began to race as he held her tighter. "You're still as beautiful as ever milady." He brushed the hair from her eyes. "I've missed you, Bastet." She stared at him as she replied. "And I you, M'lord...but I'm back now and I shall help avenge those who have wronged you." Vlad smiled as he shook his head. "We were quite a team weren't we?" Bastet nodded as she gazed into his eyes. "Aye, M'lord we struck fear into so many." Vlad released his hands from around her waist as he sat down and pulled her down on his lap. "As I remember it we were quite a team when it came to actions in the bedroom as well." Bastet smiled a little as Vlad ran his hands over her legs and gently kissed her hands. "I'm looking forward to fighting along side of you again, Milady." He reached over to kiss her on the lips when a strange sound echoed throughout the forest. Vlad helped Bastet to her feet as he sighed"Look's like we'll have to finish this later". |
Hyldryn awoke with a groan and a pounding headache, finding himself in a large forest. A forest? He looked around...everything looked unfamilar, and he couldnt, for the life of him, think why he'd be in a forest! It seemed to be the wee hours of the morning, and he had no idea what had happened last night. The last memory he had, was sitting down to read shortly before seven the previous night...at least he hoped it was the previous night....too many tales flooded his head, stories of people, just like him, who'd fallen asleep, and then awokened, thinking it was the next day, only to find it was months...years even! later! He slowly stood up, putting an hand on a nearby tree to steady his nauseated body. He stood there for a moment, trying to recover his balance and wits. As he was resting there, he heard a noise, from off to the side. He gave a start, and tried to think of what he could do...he didn't really want to meet up with whatever it was that roamed forests at this hour! However, his indisision left him there...as they came upon him. A tall man with black hair, and an uneering aura about him, acompanyed by a beautiful woman who's striking looks compliemted the mans. The man looked him over, with a leering expression and said, "who might you be?" "I'm Hyldryn," he stammered, still sick, and thrown off guard by the mans manner. The man gave him a dark look, and started to say something, when something interrupted him... |
| Name: Silver Age: 325 Race: Lycanthrope (cat) Appearance: In human form she's got storm gray eyes and black hair (usually worn) up and out of her face. Only the vaguest fashion sense (and generally doesn't care). Tallish (5'9), deceptive grace (makes her look fragile). In cat form she's pure white, with silver eyes, and large, about the size of a panther. Personality: she's one of the good guys, though just barely. She's calculating and sarcastic, and not afraid to kill. Dangerous. Does have a sense of humor, especially at the oddest times. She is not rich, but if the price is right, she will kill anyone or anything. Enjoys a good challenge for the hunt itself, the danger, and the money. Weapons: shotgun filled with silver bullets, Abilities: Bio: perhaps the only vampire to go the OTHER way... when she was approximalty 200 years old she was still a vamp, but got attacked by a lycanthrope and somehow came back to life... with the ability to change into a giant cat at will. She now uses her abilities to fight all kinds of monsters (vamps, werewolves, other lycanthropes, zombies, etc), and as a former monster she knows all the secrets. She's a vampire slayer, but only for money, not for any true hatred of them. She's a bounty hunter, and will kill anyone (even humans, though that is rare and kinda boring for her) if the price is right. Other: just a recap- she WAS a vamp, knows all their secrets, and is not a lycanthrope. She kills for money, and not exclusively on the side of good. |
| He was interrupted by Chance, as she took it upon herself to heal Hyldryn. For quite some time, she hasn't cared, the guy has lain there on the forest floor like Rip van Winkle for ages. Chance thought that if she'd heal him he'd be least likely to be killed by the vampires, who fed on him often. It surprised her that Hyldryn wasn't one himself. Chance saw the thick black hair waving in the warm night air of the forest and immediately recognized Vlad. She, as a warlock, had heard many pleasing things about him; but, as a white-lighter, these things were displeasing. Nevertheless, she was not afraid of him. "Vlade, what brings you to this forest?" she asks. "Is there trouble?" The last time she saw Vlade in this particular forest there was. The Elders refuse to tell her all the things she needs to know as if to punish her for her warlock blood. "Well, Vlade, is there trouble?" she repeats. |
| Name:Rogo Race:Demon Age:unknown Height:5'3 weight:170 Powers:although Rogo is small in stature he's quit powerful able to teleport and also to control people's actions through telepathy,he's also unbelievably agile and lucky which makes for a great warrior |
| Name: Niklarana Hous'yavez a.k.a. Nika (Pronounced Neeka) Age: 25 Race: Volopiand (look at my campfire War to be Warriors) Appearance: About 5'9 with average breasts and whitish blonde hair that length. Sparkling lime green eyes and tan skin. Personality: She is a flirtacious mage that uses her body like any other weapon. She was the apprentice of Mage Glearaia W'hanstom (the kindest mage in the world) but turned evil and killed her mistress. Weapons: 29 Knives hidden throughout her body, a willow wand for making elemental and bewitchment spells, a longbow, a long mantoar (again see my campfire "War to be Warriors") Abilities:As above the spells and can shrink/grow. |
| Name:Mianne Age:unknown Race:human/lady of the wood Appearance: Short and curvy at 5'4, pale skin, cool blue eyes, thick thatch of heavy auburn curls. Wears a heavy green cloak with a simple white peasant blouse and green skirt with a leather corset over the top. Leather gloves adorn her small white hands. Personality: Quiet, reserved, but intent on her mission. Weapons:A heavy silver sword, a crossbow with silver-tipped arrows infused with garlic, silver stakes. Abilities:Silence and stealth. Vampires and Lycans, with their already hightened senses cannot detect her presence in their midst. If Mianne manages to touch you, she can read every experience you've ever had. Bio: Raised by the followers of the Goddess in her native Ireland, Mianne has been infused with the spells of protection and power. Due to the recent activity in Aresmont, the Goddess has called Mianne out to protect the innocent. Other: Mianne believes in the balance of good and evil in the world, but seeks to destroy those who have caused so much pain in the past. Mianne watched Vlad from behind the tree. "Well, Vlad, is there trouble?" the little warlock minx asked. Mianne was close enough to the witch to see the slight twitching in her face; she was trying to lie; or at least hide something. Odd, why was she healing the sick human? Vlad closed his eyes and sniffed quietly into the air. "I.. thought I heard something else, but I must have been wrong." He leaned down to pat Hyldryn on the shoulder, and Mianne could catch the scent of blood on both of them. Vlad was of course a Vampire by the way he moved, but Hyldryn... he was close to turning if Chance hadn't healed him. Vlad straightened, the smirk returning as he realized he'd found fresh meat. "I'm Vlad. Perhaps you know me?" He arched an eyebrow. Mianne made her move then, drawing her silver sword and stepping away from the tree, nearly scaring the wits out of all three of them. Chance scampered back behind Vlad, who showed his fangs in defense. Mianne straddled Hlydryn's limp body defensively, and pushed her cloak back off her shoulders. "You will not harm this one, Vlad" her soft, slightly musical voice catching in the branches of the trees, which whispered her command over and over again until it was impossible to tell whether it was Mianne or the tress talking. "I will fight you if I must, but it will be light soon." Vlad seethed with anger, thinking of a snide comment to set her in her place, but something about Mianne caught the growl in his throat. Mianne nodded her head, almost polietly, in Chance and Vlad's direction. "I will find you both in due time," her said as her eyes narrowed defensively; and as her tone took on a menacing form, the winds whipped the trees angrily. "Now be off." When they were gone Hyldryn shifted uneasily against the tree he was leaning and gasped with Mianne turned towards him suddenly. She sheathed her swords quickly. "Follow me if you want to live." |
| Vlade hit some rocks in anger as he shook his head"No one messes with Vlade the Impaler!"Bastet appeared before him as she wrapped her arms around him in comfort. "What bothers you M'lord?"Vlade grabbed Bastet by the throat as he replied"There appears to eb even more people after me than I once thought!" Bastet stared at her lover as she replied"Then we shall fight them together and get the revenge you seek". Vlade released Bastet by the throat as he smiled a little"Yes milady Bastet we will but for now we must make haste to my castle the sun is beginning to come up". Vlade raised his arms in the air as black smoke engulfed them teleporting them back to his castle. Vlade called for his servant Mindoz to bring Bastet some food as they made their way upstairs to the master bedroom. Vlade stood before Bastet as he ripped her clothes off and ordered her to prove herself,Bastet removed her master's clothes as they made passionate love for many hours. Vlade slipped out of bed and made his way downstiars to his den as he thought about all the people that were up against him. One of them being this new mysterious Mianne woman,she was very strong and quite beautiful too. He sat in his chair looking at the ceiling thinking about Mianne as his servant approached and bowed his head. "Shall I serve Lady Bastet now Milord?"Vlade shook his head as he replied"No allow me...go now and find me some new blood!" Mindoz nodded as he replied"Yes Milord right away"he disappeared down the long corridro as Vlade teleported back inside the master bedroom with food in hand. He kissed Bastet's lips as she awoke with a smile"M'lord what is all this?"Vlade smiled as he replied"A feast for you Milady now eat up you'll need your strength". Bastet nodded as Vlade walked back out of the room and looked out the window"I will get my revenge no matter what!" Vlade started to walk down the steps as a green light engulfed the room and a mysterious figure stepped out. Vlade drew his swords quickly as Rogo shook his head"Drop your weapons Vlade"Vlade stared at Rogo as he lowered his swords. "Well so it is how have you been Rogo my old friend?" |
| No one should feel this pain, thought Gatwick. His mind drifted to happier times. Remembering moments in the meadows, staying close to the broken, wooden home he adored; he tried to gain sense of his present condition. The meadowsland held his hope. And his fear. As he drew another breath,Gatwick knew where to go. He knew who must go with him. |
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