NationStates Jolt Archive

It's that time of year folks, when IDUC opens it's borders for all of those brave enought to come and face the horrors.

Are you big enough and bad enough to hunt the best and brightest of Isle du Carnivaal's own Hunters. Can you take on Master Vampires, Alpha Werewolves, escapees from Arklay, and a demond lord - or even two?

Isle du Carnvaall is an island of improbable weather, and true extremes - From beautiful white sand beaches to mountains of deepest darkness -wealth beyond compare cheek by jowl with unimaginable poverty. Slavery and glorious 'beautiful people' intermingling, though the slaves never daring to raise their eyes and meet the eyes of the free. Conglomerations of fetid, honorless, crime laden malodorous shanty towns to crystaline skyscrapers afloat on shimmering man made clouds.

And every sin, vice and profitable endeavor at ones finger tips - legal, lawfull and oh so very available.

If you don't care to hunt, come to enjoy all the depravity your soul desires...and perhaps find a buyer for your soul. I hear they're bringing premium prices this year.

Care to come join in the Wild Hunt?

A free wheeling horror RP

Pls Note that Tanaara, Tanara, and others that will be listed shortly are as much GM's as I am.

Name: Amasaratu Omega, out of Perigrine Omega by Abaddon, of the Karasu Pride. (http://www.atddm.com/ama11.jpg)

Nationality : I hold citizenship in multiple nations

HT: 5' 10"

WT: 165# heavier than most guess but then again muscle always is, and I have more muscle than I look - It's the Nietzschean genetics

Hair: light golden red brown in the winter, fades to a dark blond when I'm out in the sun alot

Eyes: Vertical pupiled like a cat -Hazel - changeable with my moods from very green to very 'wolf gold

Race / Species: Half Demon / Half Nietzschean- daughter of Abaddon and Peregrine Omega - though I do not have the Nietzschean Bone blades, but neither do I have a demonics tail. I can manifest wings when I choose, but mostly do not.

Okay so my best friend draws a better picture of me than I photograph, it's not my fault that sometimes camera's and other high technology breaks or acts funny around me...save for weapons, which is a good thing as my life some times depends on said weapons, often the higher tech the better, but oddly enough not always - pistol cross bows loaded with enchanted bolts, or those with 'liquid light' or holy water vials embedded work wonders in many a situation. When you hunt down 'supernatural' bad boys, and yes let’s make sure we are equal opportunity here - equally bad girls you don't want your equipment failing...

And doing it freelance is a far cry from working with a team, but I’m not generally a team player, though I can if I have to. I work best with my family, but even then I tend to be a loner.

Beyond normal abilities ( thought really, doesn't normal cover a wider range thatn most like to admit?) I have some of the more common generic psionic abilities, but I don’t consider myself Adept level, as well as some of the more common demonic abilities, but then I also don’t consider myself Adept with them either, the same with the Arcana I know. I’m pretty balanced all around I feel, but then again I have a secure ego and know myself - and my strengths and weaknesses. Mother taught me that the only sin there is is lieing to oneself, all else is negotiable...

Weaknesses? Oh they're there, I just don't advertise them.

Name: Artemis Archer
Nationality : The Allied States of Dawoad
HT:6'3"

WT:190, Mostly muscles

Hair: Pure white

Eyes:Normal, at least to look at, human eyes

Race / Species: pure human, may be genetically modified due to enhanced strength eyesight and regenerative ability

Weapons: A Longbow, multiple long fighting knives hidden in various locations, duel scimitars. The longbows quiver continually restocks itself with enchanted arrows, the knives are silver coated and both scimitars are enchanted.

Armor: light ceramic polymer under a layer of Kevlar. Flexible, not too heavy and can with stand some bullet or blade hits.

Abilities: nothing out of the ordinary just increased strength, reflexes, eyesight and healing abilities

Weaknesses: I'm human . . .think human weaknesses such as the fact that I'm mortal for one.

Short Bio: I like to work on my own though that doesn't mean I wont team up with people. I prefer to kill people quietly and efficiently if at all possible. trained in hand to hand combat as well as knife and sword fighting. The bow, though, is my favored weapon.

small, insignifigant, and not interested in killing anything, but i might enjoy raping a few.

no great physical strength, but hard to kill and relatively powerful psychicly.

and with a bunch of invisible cuddly friends. that are sort of like little gods, that can't be killed but can't kill either and can't really do very much to help me out, other then just being friends, but are just fun to be with and seem to like me too.

i think horror is just a silly prejudice, but i suppose it might be fun to watch.

teeth and claws and green fur too, which i think makes me kind of pretty actually.

zymphrumple op cargh. cat anthro. with a walking stick that's a real knockout. and a few other odds and ends. male, hetero, but outside of sex itself, pretty much androginous.

gnaw, i don't need to be in it. just thought i'd throw that in.
forrests and mountains are my home too.

i think if people who want to kill anything they don't intend to eat can be scared into messing their pants, that's probably pretty good for a laugh.

Actual rape sceens are verboten here at NS - though it was long stated that RP would not be censored, it has become very much no more than PG 13.

So it can be minimally alluded to but nothing more than that.

but feel free to join

Would it possible to hold a spot for me?

OOC: Sounds fun, and Tanaara is a GM so it's a given I'd like to join.

Name: Vorn Havas
Agency: Paranormal Study and Defense
Title: Special Agent
Age: 35 years
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 211 lbs
Build: Athletic and Cut
Tattoos: Argonian tribal pattern down his arms, upper chest, back, and left side of face. Black and red ink
Species: Argonian, standard breed

Armaments:

-Double-barreled over-under Thompson Center Super Encore custom job in a pistol configuration, chambered in .626 JDJ and heavily engraved with a matte chrome finish and soft black rubber grips. Five-inch barrels. The standard sidearm of the Black Shield for shorter distances, designed with maximum stopping power in mind, at the expense of capacity. The projectile itself is roughly the same length as an entire .45 ACP cartridge, and it quite simply the largest handgun round avaliable at .62 caliber, 1035 grains in weight and flying at an identical 1035 feet per second.

-Taurus Judge in matte-chrome, heavily engraved, loaded with either .410 shot-shells or .45 LC solid-steel custom loads. This is Havas' idea of back-up piece, a five-shot revolver chambered for shotgun shells or hefty .45 Long Colt ammunition in a double-action format.

-Weatherby Double-Rifle over-under custom job in .700 Nitro Express, Ceylon Ebony stock and matte-chrome barrel finish, also engraved. Eighteen-inch barrels with a solid recoil pad. The standard long-arm of the Black Shield, usually used to hunt elephants but adapted for medium to long-range killing of the paranormal. Quite honestly this is the largest caliber rifle the Agency could locate and is almost a totally custom item in its stock status. The mighty recoil precludes any use of optics and makes this two-shooter a handfull to anyone who shoulders it.

-Argonian silk-sword. A variant of the katana with an edge down the back half of the weapon and a double-point for larger wound channels, it is also two inches shorter. The preferred weapon of any Black Shield operative, but conditions don't always permit its use. Perfectly balanced with a slight curve it permits quick decapitations and rapid removal from the thorax of anything its driven into.

An accomplished hunter and team-leader from the Argonian Government's Agency of Paranorma Study and Defense, otherwise known as the 'Black Shield', Havas seeks to refine the standard operating procedures and tactics used by his agency the old-fashioned way: In combat against live foes. In classic fashion, he records his melee combat kills in the form of tattoos on his body, and admittedly he's running out of room.

Well-versed in the archaic art of the silk-sword, Havas is an impressive physical specimen in most requards and has brought along enough specialty items to allow him to stalk and kill just about anything he might encounter during his Wild Hunt. His skill with firearms is also impressive, but pale next to his melee abilities. The standard large-caliber weaponry were chosen to literally hammer his foes into the dirt from expected ranges, allowing him to close for a quick, violent kill.

Come on in the hunting is fine as we already have one demon about to be out and about,

IC thread is up (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=570679)

OOC: Jesus tits you're fast on the response today.

Its the day of the year of course...grins evilly...

Name: Remington “Remmy” St. Croix

Nationality: Nouvelle Aurelian

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 205, athletic build

Age: 33

Clicky for piccy (http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/02/17/0000050217_20080717142507.jpg)

Race: Humanish…for the most part you could say. I could have a trick up my sleeve.

A vacation. That’s something I havn’ had time for, well, long time. It runs in the family, I guess. Dad was army, grandpa was army, great grandpa was army, great great grandpa, well, you get the picture. Great great great grandpa was army of another sorts. Back in the days before our own founding fathers got all riled up over someone else telling them what to do. You can call him a racist, a rebel, a terrorist. But the last St. Croix to call himself an American didn’t do so for long, before calling himself a Confederate American. Then that pansy ass Lee surrendered to Grant instead of luring the whole lot of the Unionists down to our homes. Eldest St. Croix Confederate cum Aurelian said it to my great grandpa best: “Bring ‘em down here, they won’t know what hit ‘em.”

But that be a whole bunch of family history for another time. I guess my history could be a bit more important.

First off, sorry if you can’t understand me. I know Cajun can be a tough accent, but if you listen, you’ll know what I’m saying. I’ll leave out our own terms for your benefit. Like my daddy and his, my sister and I grew up in the swamps. Well, looking at the landscape, pretty much everyone in Nouvelle Aurelian does, less you one of the upper crust of society. Then you can live in President Jefferson Parish, and even though your city is built on the swamp, you’ll never see as much as a single stream. And like my father and all who came before, I did my part, got out of high school at eighteen, and enlisted right into the Nouvelle Aurelian Defense Force. I wasn’t as fast or strong or smart as the others, but I could shoot like no one’s business, and damnit, if my father hadn’t taught me how to track down what I was looking for then I was born with what I was looking for. Once them DIs found out that, in my small slice of home the rite of passage was to wrestle down a gator on your seventeenth, and that my boots were made from that very gator, I was a shoe in for the super troopers. After boot camp they sent me off to all these fancy schools to learn how to soldier better than most soldiers, and stuck me in the 3rd NADF Special Forces Group. They called us the Swamp Rats. On account of our specialty and all.

Anyways, I did some stuff I can talk about, some stuff I can’t. Fought in the Angora Slave Rebellion, and then another few years shooting up Angora terrorists down in the Penal Colony. Got a few medals and tabs for doing stupid ass things, and decided to take a reserve status after a few years. Not sure how much longer that would last, on account of an itchy trigger finger.

Came out of the active military and signed up with the Sherriff’s Office. But out here, it aint the same type of Sherriff. I guess you could say we are the equivalent of the FBI, or MI5, or whatever federal police agency you want. I did three years on SORT, the Sherriff’s Office Response Team, kinda like the fibbies HRT. Then I shot a rapist. Well, I did more than shoot ‘em, I gave him two to the chest, and when he went for a knife, I put one more in his skull from my not quite service issue Glock 21, and you’ll be damned if you think a forty five caliber Remington Golden Saber don’t make no big mess. And I dropped his not quite right in the head buddy on the spot too. Not a bad deal. Then I was told the goblin I put down happened to be the son and heir to a Mr. Reginald James Noir. One of the three most powerful men in the nation.

So I got regulated to the “PR” branch of the SO, where I trained a few more to be able to shoot damned near like me, and spent some time in the armory, doing carry test for guns the SO is looking at picking up. I was cleared of any wrong doing, but getting blacklisted by the political elite isn’t fun. It was hard enough trying to find any of the local colleges to pick me up to work on a degree. I also have no social life, though that is mostly of my own accord. My sister is right, I pretty much am a big looser. But then again, not all of us are lucky enough to not shoot the son and heir, and get the undercover job with the Sherriff’s Office.

So this Carnivall place, right? Well, no one can beat our Mardi Gras, but I’m sure it can come close. It sounds good. So my sister smacked me on the back of my head and told me to go, and I asked myself “Dat a good question Remmy. Getch your ass outa here for a bit.” So I did. Packed up some clothes, some cash, and this new STI GP6 the SO is wantin me to try out. Not sure how I feel ‘bout this europellet but it’s got a nifty take down.

I don’t really have no special power or nothing, none that I talk about. I can shoot real good. But that is just growing up where missing a target meant we didn’t eat dinner. So I made sure I could shoot good. I’m a little bit more than deadly with whatever you give me, but watch out if I pick up anything like that FAL we use as a service rifle, or a good Glock, or a good old fashioned 1911. Anything that you’d call a real special skill aint nothing more than just military training. I don’t run faster than most, I don’t jump higher than most. But I can smell real good, and hear real good too. And I aint saying I don’t have no special tricks.

Look out Carnival, here come Remmy.

Name: Charon (http://blah.burrp.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/perez-man_in_black_suit.jpg)
Nationality: Aresian
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 203; rugged/muscular build
Age: 31
Race: Human
Nickname: Der Metzgermeister (Master Butcher)
Career: Mercenary Assassin (Retired)
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Biography: I suppose that my life has merely been nothing more than routine experiments with the principle of cause and effect and that I've pretty much lived as an existentialist wanderer for quite some time in search of the place I can settle down in and perhaps get married as well since my last engagement didn't do so well but my experiences with a buxom blonde with tanned skin who acts like a real slut isn't what I want to recount with you. I guess I wouldn't mind being with a woman even if it is just for one cheap thrill. For some reason I decided to take a young girl under my wing but do not think she is my Lolita for I really detest those fuckers and keep away from me if you are one of them. The girl I'm talking about is one of those shy and frail girls who only talks to you softly whenever she sees something of interest. God knows the shit she went through before she came to me that night. I would lay down my life for her if needed. After all, aren't children the inheritors of our little wicked world? You know, I've always wondered why we are such a fucked up species but a philosophical examination of human bullshit is best left up to philosophers, don't you think?

I can shoot damn good in my opinion and I'm quite gifted with the sword I carry around with me just in case I can't get my hands on the good old gun that I carry with me as well. One should always be prepared in case the wicked come swarming at you like fucking locusts on a wheatfield. Why am I going to this Carnival place anyway? I guess I'm just bored. Yep, I'm just bored. Perhaps it'd be a nice place for my daughter to visit. I adopted her, you know, and thus I'm now bound to this in loco parentis crap the law has in place. She's a sweet child, though, and always carries a handheld harp with her and wears a Gothic Lolita style dress a la Violet Baudelaire. If Carnival is boring, then I'll just take my leave and find somewhere else to live and, perhaps, find the truth with which I can live and die. Some Danish writer said that once a long time ago.
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Name: Andromeda (http://img498.imageshack.us/img498/1482/godchild34mw.gif)
Nationality: Unknown
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125; fit build.
Age: 14
Race: Human
(Has latent abilities)

I'm just the orphaned girl who follows Charon around ever since my parents just ended up dead for some strange and horrid reason that I can't quite comprehend but it is nice to be with a man who treats me like my father did when he was alive and well. I don't have any friends that I keep in touch with since Charon and I move around all the time and I don't receive much education save for whatever I can get my hands on. Charon tells me that he's going to protect me till the day he dies which is quite admirable since he hardly even knows who I am. Sometimes I don't even know who I am. Sometimes I feel all these tingling sensations that make me feel skeevy and icky around people. It's all just weird. I play the harp my mother used to play when I was three or so and I carry it with me whereever I go with Charon. Perhaps I'll have some time to play it in Carnival. I guess I'll have to just follow the words: Sapere Aude.

OOC: I hope these two characters here are acceptable because I see potential in my idea that I have for them. I'm willing to have people interact in any way with Charon and/or Andromeda but no one can kill them unless I give consent. No, neither of them will be hunting. They are just trying to have fun is all. Nothing more. :p

Is this RP closed yet?

Not closed at all - post a bio, join the ic thread and make youself at home - asnd if you happen to find something worthy of being hunted, well it's the time of the season for taking trophies - just make sure it doesn't make one of you...

Welcome Remmy, feel free to have your plane - or other manner of conveyance - arrive

Name: Unkonown, only called the Psycho Cannibal
Height: 6 foot 5 inches
Weight: 250 lbs
Ethnicity: Slavic
Age: unkown, around 30-50
Race: Human
Not much is known about him, other than he is insane, and eats people. Believed to have eaten over 100. Zainzibar Land is dumping him here, to get rid of him, because technically they can't execute the insane. His teeth have been replaced with steel fangs, as have his fingernails. He is bald, and wears a chain, connecting his pants to a collar around his neck. He is musculer and athletic. He wishes to be prey, so he can enjoy the sadistic pleasure more, and eat his pursuerers

Would something along the lines of a fairly newly turned werewolf be ok, since there is already a fairly large number of supernatural things already knocking about?

If so, I'll place a bio later on.

EDIT: Well, I'll place it now in order for it to be digested for tomorrow morning.

Name: Heathstepper
Nationality: Doesn’t say
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 179 pounds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Race / Species: Werewolf
Strengths: The usual for his sort
Weakenes: Silver, decapitation, the usual. And his own overconfidence in his abilities.
Armament: An antique .455 six-shot automatic revolver with a couple of reloads and a sawn-off shotgun with a handful of cartridges.

Bio: As far as he was concerned, as soon as he was turned he left all of his life as a human behind. The name “Heathstepper” comes from an old poetic word for “wolf”, which he adopted as a replacement for his own name, which he’s not divulged as yet. He revels in the fact he’s now a werewolf. Which means Heathstepper’s more than happy to go wolf when it’s full moon at attack the first person he comes across, as well as the increased abilities when in human form.

Whilst he loves the fact that he’s now a werewolf, with all the attendant strengths, he knows that his activities may catch up with him at some point. To this end, he often carries one of his two firearms, with their meagre ammunition, on him at all times when he’s in human form, just in case anyone has deduced what he is and decides that its time to rid the world of another wild animal.

Heathstepper has come to Carnival because he’s heard it’s THE best place to have a good time, and he’s here to have one. And probably make someone else have a very bad time.

Welcome Heathstepper and Psycho Cannibal and good hunting but do be carefull, it's hunting season and the hunters abound - though it is NOT illegal to be a werewolf, or a cannibal in Carnivaal, or Carnival - but being broke is, and so is eating people in public...

I mean think of the children...no they're all too often like Wednesday and Pugsley... think of the visiting children... much less wary and eawasier to catch...

Psycho Cannibal thinks children as appetisers
Oh and he's also into cultist like rituals and necrophillia

Name: Tenadore "Ten" Starr (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v35/jedierrant/TEn.gif)

Nationality : Most recently, Catawaba, but in the past and still holds by all technicality citizenships of the United States, England, Australia, Canada, and New Zealand. Also by technicality, he was a citizen of the Confederate States of America until West Virginia seceded from Virginia and rejoined the Union

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 180lbs, heavy, though deceptively skinny

Hair: Dark brown with streaks of grey

Eyes: Brown

Race / Species: Ailuranthrope (werecougar)


Beyond normal abilities: Tenadore has the basic abilities of a werewolf but sacrifices some of his strength for agility and speed. Ten is also something of an Alpha with the almost magical willpower associated with that. He is not a true Alpha because werecougars are solitary except for mated pairs. He does however exhibit Alpha traits and dominance to maintain his independence of any local pride or pack.

Less considered is Ten’s long life. He was born in West Virginia in 1839. He served in the West Virginia Volunteer Cavalry during the American Civil War, including meritorious service at Gettysburg when he stood with General John Buford, and all of this before moving west and eventually becoming a werecougar. He event acted as a lycan hunter before being turned. Since his turning, Ten has been soldier and lawman many times as he moved from place to place.

Weaknesses: Silver, massive trauma, and decapitation. One could try True Faith on Tenadore and be surprised as the quite religious Starr chided your diety for not watching out for fools as he beat the fool into the ground.

Armaments: A LeMat pistol redesigned to fire .44 cartridges and 16 gauge shotgun shells. a Bowie knife, and a Barret M107 .50cal SASR

Name: Laar’a Starr

Nationality : Catawaban

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 140lbs, heavy, though deceptively skinny

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Race / Species: Vornanthrope (werevornskr)


Beyond normal abilities: Laar’a has the basic abilities of a werewolf but also gains the ability to inject a muscle relaxer from the stinger on her long whip-like tail.

Laar’a is also an alor, a Taung shamaness. She has a close relation to the Taung mother goddess Mira. She is blessed with Mira’s favor and can call on divine abilities when the need arises and Mira consents.

Weaknesses: Silver, massive trauma, and decapitation. True Faith…are you kidding? Mira would laugh her scales off when you tried that on Laar’a.

Armaments: Bard Gun Company .357 Police Operations Pistol, two Taung kads (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v35/jedierrant/Bolo_ni_Maximino.jpg), and a Taung kavikak (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v35/jedierrant/spear.jpg).

Psycho Cannibal thinks children as appetisers
Oh and he's also into cultist like rituals and necrophillia
:eek:
Bit of a nutcase, then :p

Psycho Cannibal
unless that wasn't a hint enough

Seems to me that we're kind of strung out doing different things at the moment. Is that ok? I'd imagine at some point everything needs to piece together, or am I barking up the wrong tree?

Psycho Cannibal thinks children as appetisers
Oh and he's also into cultist like rituals and necrophillia

I am more than willing to have that stuff involve Andromeda. If anyone is hoping to kill one of my characters, I'd ask you consult me before ANY attempts are made. Thank you.

We can continue as seperate as you all like, or we can eventaully merge - not necessarily in to one group but interacting together. This is very free form and up to you. I have no end game in mind, as and as long as you don't stray from the 'feel' of Carnival, it's all gravy ( And I think every one has a good grasp of what the city is like. ) You can always tg me or Tanaara and ask about an idea - she's on more often than I am, just fyi,l

Psycho Cannibal, you are going to be a huge target you do realize, yes?

And Heathstepper, the local were's really won't like an unintroduced stranger on their turf - and as there are more of them than you, and some definitley bigger and badder you might want to seek them out and introduce yourself, or they will eat you alive. And here in Carnival, if you haven't figured it out, is the very literal meaning...

Just have fun and let your creative juices flow.

All I ask is Have fun, no god modding, if you have questions please don't be afraid to ask - ask here or via TG - and respect what I or Tanaara post - what we post is not subject to aviodance or ignoring - we both try to leave actions open ended when posting about other peoples character

Please note I left it open as to how much damage has been done to PC, and he can even choose to say that the weakened mostly dead were rat only thought he hit- but also please play honourably - if a hit would have landed acknowledge it. None of our characters are perfect - even Chuck Norris, Indiana Jones or Batman gets hit...

He doesn't kill right away usually, he likes to play mind games with his victims
I wasn't planning on killing her, actually I had it thought that Charton would hear her yell, get into a fight with the cannibal, severely wound him. The cannibal would escape, revert to a child like state wondering why the world wronged him, and try to help people, then shot and killed by the police.
But then again things don't always go as planned

Zainzibar Land - Number One - just cause it hasn't yet, doesn't mean that it isn't going to - give Charon time to get there- he doesn't know where Andromeda is and is playing it well that he has to find her.

Also please give others a chance to react to you - the were rat might have been weak, but he could have fought back...

Got a way Charton could find him, he tossed the wererat out the door, Charton could see the rat and find the cannibal

-snip-
Ta for the quick reply.

I'll make sure to give you a shout if any more questions crop up in my mind, which they probably will do, after this "hunting in the park" has progressed a bit more.

The fact that the teenagers need to use sign language was a very nice touch.

LOl, thanks - you see I can be a bit of a sadistic GM...and payback is a...well, one should know the end of that tag...

Name: Darren McLarcy
http://www.abengnews.com/thumbnail.php?file=3552_mn_601082712.jpg&size=article_medium
Nationality : African-AKhadian

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 210lbs, strong, sKinnyish

Hair: black, in dreadlocks

Eyes: Brown

Race / Species: Human


Beyond normal abilities: Strenth, agility, able to climb almost anything, and has one of the best aims in the world

Weaknesses: All weaknesses that an average human has

Armaments: 10. guage pump action shotgun: http://www.dreadgazebo.com/gunporn/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/fn-shotgun.jpg

Scorpian: http://www.policeman.sk/Guns%20for%20website/SA.vz_61.jpg

Gold Desert Eagle: http://www.ozarkguns.com/Customer%20Photos/DE/DE%2023a.JPG

Feel free to post African-Akhad - if he is a hunter you are welcome to have him at the Dark Hunters Other Ball, or out and about the city. If he's just a tourist, the city is wide open.

Just join in and have fun!

Eyes Only

Subject INID-2900XL0275

Incubation Date: 01/20/20
Birth Date: 09/09/20
Current Age: 19
Assigned Birth Name: Roseann Line (http://www.everythingtarantino.com/pics/2007-02-wwss1.jpg)
Base Genetic Sample #1: NANSENMARIE09B
Base Genetic Sample #2: XXXXXXXXXX27E
Assigned Nationality: Norwegian
Intended Role: Special Investigation and Reconaissance Operative

Height: 1.65 meters (5'5'')
Weight: 70 kg (154 lbs)
Hair Features: Light blonde, liss
Eye Color: Steel grey

Talents: Subject demonstrates elevated abstract and logical reasoning capability, excellent perception and above average physical coordination, although tests have proved that the subject's innate dexterity is inferior to that of the first genetic base.
Psychological Issues: Subject is highly inept socially despite physical attractiveness and demonstrate signs of shyness and difficulty to smile. Not recommended for INF Ops.
Physical issues: Due to eugenics fetus selection flaw, subject presents congenial asthma. Not recommended for missions in wilderness or highly toxic environments unless if issued specialized gas masks.

Anomalous phenomena: Seldom occurrences of Extra-sensory Perception, subject demonstrates little to no control over them.

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Once I was told I never was born, that my very existence was engineered through eugenic selection of the very fetuses, where one of which supposedly was born, and here I am now. I find it difficult to believe, because it doesn't make sense: why would someone be eugenically selected to be born with asthma? Since I was a child I had such problem, and no matter how my parents pushed me to have a healthy, athletic lifestyle, I never became free of it. Even then, I was accepted into the Blackguards when I was twelve, and I found it strange, considering they only take the one of each one million among our people. I have endured harsh trainings for seven years of my life since then, some with live ammunitions and with weeks I had to endure without sleep or food, for I was told that to become a Blackguard, one had to sacrifice her life, her joy, to defend the freedom, the cause we always stood for, to ignore the desires of the individual for fulfilling the desires of the people.

Now I am ready for this strange mission. Personally, this supernatural stuff seems like superstitious ignorance. There is only one type of demon, one type of monster. This is the very human being, who in its path to survive, had acquired traits that are now no longer necessary, and only leading to suffering and misery. Eventually all of them must die, all murderers and rapists of innocence, all who inflict misery and despair and all who line their pockets with the spares of the poor. For me, these things in Isle du Carnivaal called vampires, werewolves and demons are just the dregs of mankind rather than supernatural beings, and perhaps some psychopaths who drink human blood, or like to dress wolf and demon costumes before going for the killing.

I will discover their lies, their cheap tricks of supernatural to keep the oppressed at bay, with too much fear to free themselves from the shackles of State and capitalism. For there is only science, and there is nothing more "evil" in this world, than the very mankind I belong to, able to kill millions for wealth, and commit the most untold atrocities.
The only vampires are the capitalist pigs who drain the life and work of the exploited through surplus-value, the only werewolves are monsters, born killers and slashers who delight in killing innocents, and the only demons are those behind a government who can, in a whim, convince millions that a genocide is justifiable, and doom entire nations from their inflated pride.

Roseann Line, once Blackguard, always Blackguard.

Sweet :p

That is a brilliant back story and purpose for Roseann, pard. I can't wait to see her thread in the story.

Indeed. Quite interesting.

Welcome aboard, but seriously, oh boy is she in for the shock of her sheltered communist soul...

To let you know Vampires are generally Vampire the Masquerade type vampire.

And she might well find the real thing nicer than the non vampires....maybe, if she meets the right ones.

If she doesn't there is strong possibility she may end up as one - and thats the 'good' outcome. The bad? Being dinner.

The Richard Dawkins Institute has emphatically proved with scientific evidences that ghosts, vampires, werewolves and demons don't exist. In fact there is an aura of so heavy skepticism that it protects them from the supernatural, and there is some heavy solipsist concepts I also take to explain it. Like what happened when The Nameless One convinced a man and everyone around him that he did not exist in Planescape: Torment. It will be quite a shock, certainly, although some people who sent her already know it. She thinks it's a case of The Man hiring goons to dress as vampires and some special effects to scare people of, rather than the real thing.

I discovered this thread, and became interested because it reminds me of Hellblazer. I never readed the comics, only watched the mediocre movie, but I like the concept, except that bringing a John Constantine here wouldn't be really original.

Sometimes she can have asthmatic crisis right in the middle of a firefight and at such moment she could even be captured by the enemies because of it. This is why her main skills are not related to combat.

Lets just say that she knows how to collect data from, and get into places she wasn't supposed to have access to, both physically, and virtually, but if she's spotted, unless backed up by someone, it usually will throw all the odds against her.

I'll be adding the arrival post soon.

As for the Blackguards, this says enough about them:

http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=3143

Very nicely done, the write up on your Blackguards.

And honestly she'll have no trouble getting all sorts of information - Carnival doesn't care all that much about who knows what - they know that most 'mundanes' not only would rather not know but actively seek to find other explanations - as you noted. Besides if they don't like what you've found out they have many options. (evil grin)

Hellblazer? Have no idea. Never have read it.

You mean Hellraiser?

Hellblazer (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hellblazer)

Scooby Doo as an analogy for the struggle of the proletariat against bourgeois and the opiate of the people? Original, brilliant, funny...and entirely destroys my happy capitalist childhood. No Scooby Snacks for you now.

That's not really what I intended to mean, but as an analogy to secularism and skepticism. This is better:

http://nedmartin.org/amused/communist-mario

I'm rather confused, as this thread seems off-track. Firstly, is there a standard form? Secondly, what are the limits on characters? My current impulse is to present Rasputin as a prospective character: as a Vampire the Masquerade Ventrue, he has Dominate, Presence, and Fortitude to amazing levels(read a bio), and has, since fleeing the October Revolution, been laying low with Prince Alexi in tow-sustained by Rasputin's blood, the young Prince has had about four generations to lay the seeds of lycanthropy in the region's bloodlines, giving Rasputin himself about four generations of werewolves to act as hitmen-TG me for details. I promise only to fully establish myself within the thread's context as an evil bastard.

LOl, thanks - you see I can be a bit of a sadistic GM...and payback is a...well, one should know the end of that tag...

Requirement of anyone in a capitalist system?

LOl It's an OOC thread, never seen one really stay on track.

No there isn't any preset/ prescribed form. Some playing have gotten detailed in their bio write ups, others haven't.

You are welcome to bring in Rasputin in.

Now aws to you need to be presenting yourself to...

"I'm all that..." A snap of fingers so hard and crisp that the sound savages one like a bullet to the heart, the flick of the wrist leaving a trail of eyeblurr. "Jazz." The voice as warm as honeyed sin, richly intimate...

I was made a vampire on the day he was born. September 16, 1638. My exquisite looks are courtesy my mother who was one of the greatest courtesans Venice ever produced, and I bear her stamp. My hair was thick, full, and ebon as the night. My eyes are a living darkness, and my skin was the fineness of silk. All these years later, I am unchanged. No one living remembers my name, I seldom do any more – the ones I have take over the years are the ‘me’ that is now. Me, for just me.

From that fateful day at St. Germain where Anne of Austria gave Louis XIII his first and only child; Louis XIV, he who would in time become known as the Sun King - I his Watcher - Guardian, and Mistress of one of the greatest spy networks the world has ever known. I had trained since the day I was born; I was conceived and birthed for this sole purpose by my sire and dam ( oh not the greatest of vampires who brought me past the veil ) but the noble lady and lord who were my parents. Their noble family owed its existence and fortune to him, thus they eagerly did his bidding.

So until his death in 1715 I served Louis and the interests of my Master. With Louis’s death my obligation dissolved. Louis’s son was a vast disappointment to my Master whose interest turned elsewhere. I too, was more than something of a disappointment to my Master. He was never able to fully control me, as he quickly discovered my strength of will and his inability to bond me to him. My mind was sharp and quick to find way of pursuing my own interests while seeming to do my Master's bidding, which at first he laughed at then eventaully came to fear.

I drifted though the rich world of sensuality that flowered in Europe during that age for many years, living well off the moneys I had gathered assiduously. I traveled to the rude lands of Egypt and northern Africa to discover their histories, and to the cold and chill of far Russian steppes in the company of the Tsar. I even briefly visited the new world and marveled at the bustling life that imbued all those who came there.

I traveled the mysterious and engaging east for a time, but my heart returned me to France. France of the early 1900s was a beleaguered thing, and the Great War devastated her. I busied myself with other matters, and ignored the worlds doings for a time only to find the world on the brink of yet another ‘World War’. The Nazi’s ambition and ruthlessness was clear to me and when France surrendered to them I removed myself to the 'Sceptered Isle' and there had some few adventures. Driving an ambulance through the bombing of London had a certain danger about it.

However France, she no longer called to me, and as the war ended I felt adrift, rootless once again. I decided it was time to move west to the wider lands and hunting grounds of America. Besides, I like Jazz.

As much as I do adore the energy of the Americans, I find that I am not content in any one place. And to be a Prince? "Mon dieu save me from that boredom!" So my perigrinations take me from place to place. Not necessarily welcome, but too feared to be given less than the utmost respect. I take on 'adventures' that interest me from time to time.

Most don't believe that I was embraced so short a time ago not even five hundred years, prefering to say that I was embraced long before. That no one Embraced has ever turned in the space of a day, much less come to the fullness of their powers in that scant a time. Few still extant have ever been Embraced by one that might well have been Caine himself. And no one knows the fullness of my powers. Most are too intellegent to attempt to sus them out.

I shrug and go my way. I refuse to immerse myself in the pettiness of vampire gossip - though I know well it's uses and collect it aussidiously. Nor do I bend to the presumptions of the Camarilla, or the Followers of Set, or the Anarchs or others and no clan claims me.

I am what I am, and that can someone who is death to cross.

And my taste for adventure has led me here to Carnivaal, with it's glittering city of Carnival. And some times what one wants least is what one gets. But being Prince here is not as bad as it could be and makes the Camarilla and all the other little cliques struggling for ever more power so incensed that I won't turn this prize over to them...

But Carnivaal and all within it are mine ...

and just an fyi Jazz is Third Generation, (her sire bing one of Cains first trio )and does not fall into any of the clans,

How's this:
I barely remember Becoming: Yusupov had filled me with poison, with lead, and finally with slashes and gouges, before giving me to the river. All fell before me as I struggled with my chains-then she arose before me, her darkling essence apparent as she strode forth like a queen...
My new life was a mystery, and I foolishly allowed myself the comfort of my Life Before, allowing the Bolsheviks..but I transcend myself.
It was folly, I admit-but I was yet growing accustomed to my new world-to my new experiences. The Bolsheviks claimed power while I was yet a seed-the new world I envisioned upon me quicker than I imagined.
They had herded my cattle to the slaughter and I did not imagine-they burned my body, though Yusupov served me as even he could not imagine-and in a man's, albeit a monk's clothes, nonetheless-is any greater irony imaginable?
I took the boy-a weakling, unable to heal-but I had seen always more in him-I took him, denying the common grave in which his family dwelled-I took him, for he was wolfborne, and could serve such a greater purpose, bereft of his family's lot-and their chains.
Together, we crossed the barrens of Siberia-I had been whelped here, cast upon the ragged stone, screaming and covered in blood, but here was not for him, not save for my blood, garnered from caribou, which brought this sickling wolf across.
We entered the ancient colonies-sold long ago to that glib Seward, and moved south. Seward had bought the handful of ragged land to keep us from his war, and he had done well-I was not weak now, and could aid poor Alexis in the crossing, more than I had, for now I had blood.
We moved south, Alexis and I for all I called him "Boy" now-Boy was now his name more than that feeble name his parents had given.
I rested then, and Boy feasted readily-regularly. The occasional harlot brought to me, for I was weak from our traverse-weaker than I shall ever be again.
These nights, a multitude answer me-not merely the by-blows of Boy's dalliances, but those brought by the glib mutterings I offer to their terrors-I ride the nights, a god to the forgotten and forlorn-as always-but I hold a secret. Boy has dropped many progeny over the years, and they are mine. That fool of a Prince thinks I may be bound, but others have thought so as well, and I have bound Princes in my time...
(OOC:Tell me if this is over the top)

On not over the top at all, welcome aboard.

Heh, you're on bitefight, too :p

Y'know, as an aside, that new theories think that Rasputin was killed by a British intelligence officer with a single gunshot to the head. Or at least with a Webley-Scott of some description

One more reactionary proletarian blood-sucking vampire to go.

Don't forget to add fuedal to the mix, TSS. Remember the Camarilla is a very fuedal system. Worst sort of proletariat sucking.

Heh, you're on bitefight, too :p

Y'know, as an aside, that new theories think that Rasputin was killed by a British intelligence officer with a single gunshot to the head. Or at least with a Webley-Scott of some description

True enough-but I may well have provided such a story to preserve the fact I am dead-the evidence is long gone, and my allies in the Camarilla may well have jumped the gun on it.
Since my corpse was disinterred with the evidences, I may have well planted the evidence on my dear foe Yusupov for the Burning-or arranged for fraud-or perhaps it was done for me, as Stalin had little love of Britain...

I think it's a nice little counterbalance to the myth surrounding the guy. Certainly a lot less romantic and mysterious to find out it was a single shot to the head that did him in :p

Yes, but not as unromantic to know that he died because an eagle dropped a tortise on his head.

He's certainly an enigmatic figure-I understand there's a movement abroad to make him the Patron Saint of Russia. Whether this is a denunciation of communism(and let us not forget Lenin and Stalin were adversaries) or an attempt to placate the West, he's the last galvanizing figure to appear in the East so attempting to portray him properly should provoke much criticism-I will try to provide as pleasant a portrayal as possible-he was friends with Bobbo-but I ask your indulgence where I deviate from the known about the man.

No worries, I must admit I know little about the chap, bar the odd bit.

Zainzibar, I haven't even come in the same room as you much less shot anybody. I'm posting thoughts from my character but stalling to give Charon some time to do anything he wants to. We need to slow down and let him post before we do anything more.

Also, remember IduC controls the rat, so she'll call damage.

I think you should edit your post.

Aresium, I saw your OOC. I'm going to wait a little before I post anything more.

But I gotta ask...why the hell is Andromeda so calm?

Sorry I thought you shot him
And logicaly thinking, that if the rat was shot, it would turn to see who shot him

Aresium, I saw your OOC. I'm going to wait a little before I post anything more.

But I gotta ask...why the hell is Andromeda so calm?

OOC: At first I had considered making the typical damsel in distress character as a sidekick for Charon whom I've designed to be a former assassin who gets his nickname from Rammstein's Mein Teil but, after some consideration, I decided that I'd make Andromeda into a strange child who acts differently from the typical child. Her calmness stems from often seeing death in her life and, indeed, she's been around the Master Butcher (I often use the German translation, Der Metzgermeister, when referring to Charon's past) much so seeing corpses and all that isn't a problem at all but even she can feel pain. If the cannibal were to start hurting her then I would make her screaming, etc but she is so far finding him amusing at the moment.

Overall, I thought it'd be nice to create a character like Andromeda with her Gothic Lolita look along with her calmness in the face of the cannibal. I suppose she's sort of like Emily the Strange and characters like that. Charon, on the other hand, is really just your average mysterious guy with a backstory soaked in blood. Also, for clarification, neither of them come from Aresium and, yes, Charon will be looking for Wanda later on.

Zanzibar Land, please don't feel that we are in any way trying to pick on you but what you have done repeatedly is known as God Modding.

God Modding takes several forms and you are doing two of the most prevelant.

1) You are writing actions for characters that are Not yours.

example: saying that Character X fired his gun, or ran away, or said something - when Character X is not your character.

2) You are doing actions and describing the outcomes of the actions without giving the other character (s) involved a chance to react. A big part of this sort of RP is playing on ones honor. One should never, state a characters actions are automatically suscessful.

In pnp/ table top role playing one has dice roles, to hits stats, and other easily visible factors to help one determine if one's blow lands, if one's action comes off.

In On line gaming that is mostly gone. One has almost no idea of the other characters abilities.

So to handle this we write 'open ended actions'

Examples: The rat man tried clawing the cannibal, but blood dripped relentlessly into his eyes...

I've given the attack, and his difficulties - the cannibal has the right to decide if he was hit and how bad. Maybe the cannibal slipped and the blow missed ( and therefor his own attack might have been foiled by his slip )

Maybe the blow struck but because of the near blindness of the rat, the cannibal decided that it was but a glancing blow, lots of blood but nothing major damaged.

It's the honor system - for there are times when attacks or actions will certainly not fail. But the players are on their honor to paly it real, No character is 100% perfect, with every blow being perfectly targeted, landing full force etc.

And in the end it's no fun to play a perfect character, no fun to play with one, and no fun to read about one.

However, it's fun to play a seriously flawed character. Something like a special agent with asthma, a really jinxed one-armed witch who abandons the innate skills and swaps back to Science! sometimes, or an epileptic wizard and mercenary strategist addicted to gambling.

*Edit: Also I hope I'm not accelerating too much it. A better scare requires some building up, like in a classical alien movie where things really get nasty after nearly an entire hour building up the tension.

Zanzibar Land, please don't feel that we are in any way trying to pick on you but what you have done repeatedly is known as God Modding.

God Modding takes several forms and you are doing two of the most prevelant.

1) You are writing actions for characters that are Not yours.

example: saying that Character X fired his gun, or ran away, or said something - when Character X is not your character.

2) You are doing actions and describing the outcomes of the actions without giving the other character (s) involved a chance to react. A big part of this sort of RP is playing on ones honor. One should never, state a characters actions are automatically suscessful.

In pnp/ table top role playing one has dice roles, to hits stats, and other easily visible factors to help one determine if one's blow lands, if one's action comes off.

In On line gaming that is mostly gone. One has almost no idea of the other characters abilities.

So to handle this we write 'open ended actions'

Examples: The rat man tried clawing the cannibal, but blood dripped relentlessly into his eyes...

I've given the attack, and his difficulties - the cannibal has the right to decide if he was hit and how bad. Maybe the cannibal slipped and the blow missed ( and therefor his own attack might have been foiled by his slip )

Maybe the blow struck but because of the near blindness of the rat, the cannibal decided that it was but a glancing blow, lots of blood but nothing major damaged.

It's the honor system - for there are times when attacks or actions will certainly not fail. But the players are on their honor to paly it real, No character is 100% perfect, with every blow being perfectly targeted, landing full force etc.

And in the end it's no fun to play a perfect character, no fun to play with one, and no fun to read about one.

I know what it is, not trying to do it
Plus if you read my posts, PC was getting pretty beat up too
I msread his post, I thought he fired the gun
But yeah, my bad

I know what it is, not trying to do it
Plus if you read my posts, PC was getting pretty beat up too
I msread his post, I thought he fired the gun
But yeah, my bad
No worries, man. Everyone new to this sort of thing does make mistakes in the beginning. My first few RPs are pretty painful to read these days :p

And many years ago I killed my character with my own lightneing bolt..:p :eek2: :D.

or better yet, what Tag said !

I agree TSS, suspense is to me what real horror is about, the creeping up of it, the build up because thats what lingers in the mind - and to me nothing no matter how visually well done can match the horrors the individual mind can imagine - for we all hold our own worst nightmares.

Taking time to set things up, build the characters as real as possible - thats all to the good.

Am I allowed to make another character/monster?

Sure you can but honestly the P. Cannibal is not necessarily out of the running. He does Not have to die, though he can if you'd like.

He can manage to survive the fight, though severly wounded and incarcerated - the fight could have left him incubating the virus ( or whatever it is ) that will turn him into a wererat - he could survive by crawling away to die, and simply not dieing - he could get shot by one of the two rescuers and die - he could try mixing it up with Ten or Charon - he could fall back and let the rat man fight one or both of the rescures - thate are so many things he could do, the options are all but infinite.

But the most inmportant thing is for You and all us other players - to enjoy the game - So, however you would like it to go!

This is to every one as well.:

Since Carnival & Carnivaal is so diverse, please don't hesitate to describe the city and people as your character sees it - though becuase of old Pacts - the Masquerade - the supernatural, while extremely prevallent -& the power behind - in Carnival - it still hides itself.

But fantastically rich, unalterably poor, hedonistic beyond all imagination - and because of the extremeism about there are those ( though their numbers are terribly small) that are straighlaced beyond belief as well...it's all there for you to work into your story. The GM's aren't going to yell if you describe something - chuckle, it's almost certainly there and available for you to play with.

I don't plan the cannibal to live much longer, he won't make it past the night, I'll have this "guy" be the character I will use after Psycho Cannibal dies
Character name: Gentleman Jim Stacy
"Hair" color: Black
"Eye" color: Blue
Height: 5'9
Weight: unkown
Race: God knows what
Description:
This so called "Gentleman" is an abomination to logic and reason, he just doesn't make any sense. Created ages ago by some mad god or dark sorcerer, one thing is clear about Jim, he aint here for our benefit. At first, you'd think he was any other upper Class gentleman, in both appearence and manner, he has the manner of a Southern Gent. The truth is far more horrifying, this gentleman appearence is an illusion most disturbing to think about. Jim, is a monster in every sense of the word. His skeleton is composed of clockwork components and gears that move seemingly without a power supply. His inards are some sort of fungus/plant creature that produces the tenacles he uses in melee combat and allow him to spew out a swarm of little orb creatures with legs that charge at foes and burst on them, covering them with acid. From his hands can grow two blue crystaline blades to slash at enemies. His skin is a substance that appears to be a mixture of clay and sand. His hat and outfit is a blob creature that uses blunt punches to attack. However, Jim is not a big fan of fire. His choice of victims are whores and bums, as well as the occasional guest. Beware, there is nothing gentlemanly about this fiend, save for his riches and mansion.

This is a closer reference to what my character would look like(the one to the left):

http://www.everythingtarantino.com/pics/2007-02-wwss1.jpg

Oh yes he'll have it -

OOC: The name reminds me of a character from Morrowind that ran the Thieves Guild. Guy with the skeleton key I think...

Hey, ZL, I need to know what you want to do with the Cannibal. That pistol whip I just gave him was just meant to knock him out, you can decide the effect. If you've got plans or desires for him and you don't want to post them here, just send me a telegram.

I was going to have him survive long enough to find his mother and brrother, who are now vampires. The pistol caused severe damage to the skull, but didn't knock him out.

As plain as IduC's post can be translated, ZL, she's saying.......RUN FER THE HILLS!

What can I do about the Crowbar character?

Save the bugger for later?

Well Tag, you, being a werewolf and not in perfect control of his manners could always just 'eat and run' - given the keenness of your senses it's not like he'll be that hard to find - or he could be saved for later...it's up to you.

Is the RP thread up? Ohgodohgodohgod...:eek:

Is the RP thread up? Ohgodohgodohgod...:eek:
Been up for a while, just I don't think it's linked in the OOC thread.

Hey, OD, let me guess. You wrote your post in an outside program and forgot to put spaces between lines.? :D

Sorry for being dense, OD, but I don't follow what went on in that post of your's.

Basic rabble-rousing and establishing a background-I really have no idea what my character will do, so I went with the obvious. By stirring up the Brujah-wardogs with a chip on their shoulder-I hope to shake things up enough to draw the major players out.

Basic rabble-rousing and establishing a background-I really have no idea what my character will do, so I went with the obvious. By stirring up the Brujah-wardogs with a chip on their shoulder-I hope to shake things up enough to draw the major players out.
Thanks.

Once again, I did suspect it was just me being dense, primarily through a lack of sleep.

So, OD, yer gonna shake up the Brujah pot and get them running about town seeding anarchy?

Please keep the OOC comments to this thread only. That is what it's here for.

And as far as Wonda goes, if you will recall - she said she was heading off duty for the night. She may or may not be out and about this night. And while she will be friendly with Charon, since he rescued her , she will not necessarily be approachable by any one else that she does not already know.

Wanda is not a streetwalker, she may be a prostitute, but she is good enough at hert job that she works for a 'respectable House' and has her own business cards. That tends to show a level of skill and reputation...

But would she refuse a well paying gent?

May be none of my business, but Wanda sounds more like a courtesan. She's a professional, service-oriented expert like a physical therapist. In that analogy if a physical therapist is walking down the street as she's going home after her shift, she'd be very likely to smile and ask him to come back during business hours.

I'd like it if Wanda could get emotionally attached or something to Charon....perhaps even being his private courtesan or something along the lines of that she'd only serve him. Perhaps a romantic fling? I'd like it if Charon could get into that sort of stuff with women in actual roleplay rather than alluding to past successes if you get my drift. I'm centered on Wanda because she already knows him and we can just continue from what we already have established for them. :p

So, OD, yer gonna shake up the Brujah pot and get them running about town seeding anarchy?

That's really a bit too clever for the average Brujah-emotional as they are, they'll get up on their high horse and proclaim the Society of Night should be a democracy-by which they mean an oligarchy with themselves in charge. Listen to the DNC rhetoric and you'll hear more of the spiel than I care to spew out. The Brujah will rant and rave and carry on abominably until some enterprising type takes it upon themselves to spoonfeed this lie or that to get them to strike at some hated rival, then swoop in to save the day, protecting the Masquerade/the stability of the city/the status quo-and incidentally staking a claim to some of that rival's territory while wiping out their unwitting cat's-paws before they can be ratted out.
As one of the more quotable of Chicago's Primogen once said, "Stirring up the Brujah is practically a letter of introduction from the better class of vampire."
The only trick to it is to sit back and wait for someone to spring the trap that's been set and baited while keeping it baited and ready to spring.
With all these d----d werewolves though, I may have to take another route.

...This is exactly why I played Gangrels when I've played in Vampire. I'm not for most of the feudal skullduggery.

...This is exactly why I played Gangrels when I've played in Vampire. I'm not for most of the feudal skullduggery.

We're only midevial in our methods-our technique is 21st century, started by Niccolo and honed to a fine edge.

I have no idea about VTM. And what is a Brujah?

Maybe you said it else where, but that sounds like a very Ventrue thing to say.

And for TSS, benefit....Brujah (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brujah)

Chokes on my lunch, "Oh boy have they sanitized the Bruja from the way those who first found VtM played them. They were originally pictured as the biker gang of the Vampires - little to no interest in politics save from 'that from the barrel of a gun' type mentality - and they most of all thought of humans as little more than food, loved their violence and hated the Masquerade

One might guess that I haven't kept up with the changes, and will find it very hard to see them as noble warriors

but some one apparently did some real hand wavium and don't they look pretty now... Sheesh!

If you're referring to the quote, it was actually from a Lasombra. For TSS's benefit, there are thirteen clans of vampires- a clan constituting descendants of horrid demigods called the Antedeluvians, as they predate the Flood. Each clan has three clan-specific powers and a weakness which defines them, as well as a common ancestor who predates the Flood, with the singular exception of three clans, whose Antedeluvians were eaten by the current heads of the clan, who has similar powers to the others. Lesser groupings are called "bloodlines", though there are also Caitiffs-the Clanless, in whom the blood is so weak it rejects a clan identity.
When a clan vampire turns someone into a vampire, they often turn to qualities their clan approves of, which gives the clans a personality, though individuals deviate frequently, though they use the clan mask to cover themselves.
The Brujah claim to be philosopher-kings, but in practice, they're petty tyrants, some more clever than others, who spin events well. They give into their emotions readily, and possess supernatural strength, speed, and charisma, able to inflame the passions of those near them with relative ease.
The Gangrel are survivors, who possess the ability to control animals, supernatural indestructibility, and shapeshifting powers. They adopt animalistic features as they age.
The Malkavians are wild cards-they possess supernatural perception, the ability to control minds or spread madness, and invisibility. Each has a madness of some sort.
The Nosferatu are hideous monsters who dwell in the sewers. They control animals, are supernaturally strong, and possess invisibility. They're hideous to behold and this counts as their weakness.
The Toreador are the "beautiful people", with supernatural perception, speed, and charisma. They become enthralled by beauty.
The Tremere are sorcerors, with supernatural perception, the ability to control minds, and an extremely versatile blood magic. Their weakness is that they put clan concerns above even their own existance, and not only sacrifice themselves readily for their clan, but will place clan concerns above their own. Difficult to roleplay, but the payoff in power is worth it.
The Ventrue are leaders, with supernatural powers of mind control, indestructibility, and charisma. They will only feed off one sort of prey, which forces them to shepherd certain types to ensure their food supply.
These seven clans form the Camarilla, an organisation dedicated to preserving vampires by ensuring they remain myth-Man will not hunt that which he does not believe, and this organisation was founded during the Burning Times.
Four clans are independant, and have no allegiance anywhere:
The Assamites are Arabic assassins with supernatural speed, invisibility, and the ability to make their blood poisonous and employ it as a weapon. Vampiric blood is poisonous to them.
The Followers of Set are an ancient Egyptian cult with supernatural charisma, invisibility, and a quasi-shapeshifting ability that makes them truly dangerous. Sunlight is especially detrimental to them, and bright light is difficult for them, even if it isn't damaging.
The Giovanni are based out of Venice-they have mind control, supernatural strength, and necromancy. They tend to kill their victims as they feed on life force as much as blood. They're in it for the money, for the most part, and are largely taken from one family, also the Giovanni.
The Ravnos are gypsies, with the ability to control animals, supernatural indestructibility, and illusion generation. Each has a particular vice they find it hard to resist.
All of the clans have dissidents, and the final two clans have formed these antitribu(anti-clans) under the heading of the Sabbat.
The Lasombra are shadowy manipulators who possess mind control, supernatural strength, and the ability to manipulate shadows to grievous effect. They cast no reflections.
The Tzimisce are ancient horrors with the ability to control animals, supernatural perception, and a truly horrific ability to shape flesh and bone like clay. Fortunately, each is bound to the soil and must rest in their specific soil by day.
I hope this helps...

The Brujah are the ONLY vamps I enjoy playing... Ha ha ha...

My vamp character 'Vendetta' is a Brujah as well.

but some one apparently did some real hand wavium and don't they look pretty now... Sheesh!


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v35/jedierrant/handwavium.gif

And, OD, PLEASE, PLEASE, please...put a space between your lines...I go blind with every post.

I'll try to remember-and TMI.

You shouldn't be doing THAT while you're reading my posts-it's unnerving.

Something I found in the Internets

That is probably a dismaying or even offensive statement for most. Be patient with me as I take you into a world where few have ever trod. It helps to understand where I came from in order to appreciate what Satan can do to people—and more importantly, what Jesus Christ can do for people.

I would awaken from sleep, craving the taste of blood, just as the cigarette addict arises fumbling for the pack of smokes beside his bed. My awakening was different from most, in that I awoke in the late afternoon. I had arranged to work graveyard shift jobs — first as a night watchman, and later as a driver for the morning edition of a newspaper.

Normally, I would awaken in a small, closet-like bedroom, heavily shrouded in purple velvet draperies to keep out every trace of sunlight. I slept on the floor, surrounded by Satanic paintings on the free walls and ceiling which were designed to be doorways into alternate dimensions of reality —other universes.

Oddly enough, Chicago had a fellow who'd be hauled out every Halloween for an interview with a similar disorder-or perhaps I should state, "Alternate Lifestyle". All I really remember about him was he always wore clown-white and a chrome skullcap and looked a great deal like the late Victor Buono.

I should like to point out that vampires are Mankind's only universal myth-every culture has a variation on the creature. Even the Great Flood is not as well-known, and it is highly likely that Great Flood stories suffer the usual exaggerations of word-of-mouth.

Obviously, vampires serve some sort of purpose beyond their modern role, though what that is eludes me.

Werewolves are not as universal-large predators being required for their presence, and two asides: most shapeshifters, including the werewolf of European tradition, were witches or magicians who shifted to their totemic forms as a display of power, and second, there's actually a historic point at which werewolves meld with mortal serial killers-with the exception of the Beast of Vedoun, which seems to have been a giant mink of some sort, all werewolf stories track back to some all-too-human predator and cannibal.

Almost every "fact" about werewolves US citizens know is from The Wolfman, which Siodmak created out of the whole cloth as he knew nothing about werewolves.

I should also like to note, for the record, that the detrimental effects of sunlight on vampires did not occur until after Murnau's Nosferatu.

But then they've become a staple of modern fiction on the things. At what point does folktales take precedence over modern fiction, which in itself is essentially folktales for the modern time?

True enough-the whole silver vs. werewolves thing has me upset since the Federal Government is outfitting the Wisconsin sheriffs that patrol Bray Road with silver bullets at my expense, when part of me just wants to shake my Congressman and scream, "It's just a movie, dude!"

True enough-the whole silver vs. werewolves thing has me upset since the Federal Government is outfitting the Wisconsin sheriffs that patrol Bray Road with silver bullets at my expense, when part of me just wants to shake my Congressman and scream, "It's just a movie, dude!"
:eek:

What?

You're taking the piss, right?

I do love the fact that all the things that are supposed to be lethal to supernatural creatures are similarly lethal to humans. I bet if this was a more credulous age that people would be able to shoot someone with a silver bullet or stake 'em and then nod sagely and say that that person was a vampire or such like.

Get away with murder :p

Oh, and I was under the impression that we're currently moving out of the night, rather than into it.

:eek:

What?

You're taking the piss, right?

I do love the fact that all the things that are supposed to be lethal to supernatural creatures are similarly lethal to humans. I bet if this was a more credulous age that people would be able to shoot someone with a silver bullet or stake 'em and then nod sagely and say that that person was a vampire or such like.

Get away with murder :p
The Beast of Bray Road has been sighted since 1936 or so-the file at Animal Control is about five inches thick, and other than Pennsylvania, the only werewolf sightings in the US. Our Federal government supplies the sheriff's department with silver bullets, doubtless a political coup on the part of their Representative, but we still do it.

Your second point has only been brought up in Dracula's Daughter, when Van Helsing faces murder charges since Dracula left a corpse instead of crumbling to dust.

Similarly, in The Night Stalker, Janos Skorzeni, the Vegas Vampire, leaves a corpse, but had walked through enough hails of police gunfire that the LVPD simply covered it up and made Karl Kolchak leave town. Of course, what happens in Vegas....

As far as the thread, just move my post to the next night. If that's a problem, I'll just delete it and post again after everyone's wrapped up this evening.

Its content and origin isn't as LUL as the fact the quote in my previous post was taken seriously. I took it from a site that claims D&D is a satanic initiation guide and that all metal music is satanic worship.

This is everything:

http://skepdic.com/lycanthr.html
http://skepdic.com/vampires.html

Fook it.

Personally, I'd give anything that'd look like it was supernatural a couple of barrels of a shotgun or a few blows of a crowbar, as that tends to sort out most things. I'm vastly surprised that silver bullets are issued, primarily because it seems a bit nonsensical for the fact that these things just aren't true. Anything that can take silver bullets probably would take normal bullets happily, so that ain't a problem. Me being me, I'd also try to engineer something that involves defrauding the state of said silver bullets, 'cos Lord only knows that they're going to be worth a crapload more than normal bullets for that reason. Plus, they're being stupid. They get everything they deserve.

Gah, sorry. I'm not exactly being polite with that post. I do apologise.

OOC: I'm just curious to see which ammo manufacturer they conned into making fucking silver bullets.

Extreme Shock makes ammo that drops critters disproportionate to its size. A guy with a .380 drops a wild boar with a single vital organ hit. Impressive, eh? And yes I said '.380' and not '.308'. Maybe they should issue those, they'd be cheaper even at a buck per .45 ACP round.

I wouldn't say "conned"-the Federal Government suffers from much the same problems as the US health care system. No one haggles because such activity is beneath them, and it isn't their money anyway.

Of course, honesty doesn't help either-if you place a bid that's accepted, and find out the job isn't as extensive as you thought, so it'll be cheaper, the government will sue you for breach of contract if you don't accept the original amount.

This is all politics-the more money spent, the bigger the number the politician can point at to tell the voters "I brought x amount to Our Great State." I really doubt many Wisconsin voters-other than those in the Beast of Bray Road's vicinity-would appreciate finding out how much tax money was spent outfitting their law enforcement against a cryptozoological creature whose "weakness" was defined by a Golden Era horror film.

Then again, Michigan might demand the same for their Dogman...

Erm...

OOC Thread o'clock?

What? Do you want to know the time? I figure it's o'dark thirty and that so perpetually until we say so....why?

A Wizard did it. (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AWizardDidIt)

ZL, I've asked you repeatedly not to god mod.

You gave no reason for them to be unnerved, What makes you think you can affect them at all? And they are not your npcs - you do not control them - you can say they might have become uneasy, but you have no authority over them.

You haven't even brought your character into the Circus of Blood - saying he noticed it is NOT the same as going in - if you do something post that you do it!

You are out of the game.

Sorry, I think I've lost the plot somewhat - does this mean TSS's character is buggering off?

[ZL, I've asked you repeatedly not to god mod.

You gave no reason for them to be unnerved, What makes you think you can affect them at all? And they are not your npcs - you do not control them - you can say they might have become uneasy, but you have no authority over them.

You haven't even brought your character into the Circus of Blood - saying he noticed it is NOT the same as going in - if you do something post that you do it!

You are out of the game.
I said he noticed it and went in. It was the aura he gives off that unnerves them. And I only said that, they became unnerved, I didn't say anything like they started commiting suicide.
But whatever, I'm gone. See ya'll, twas fun

That last comment was somewhat unnecessary, man.

You were asked, politely, to leave after repeated requests to stop posting for other participants and controlling their characters and doing things way beyond your scope as a participant rather than a GM. Whacking that last post in just makes people lose a lot more respect for you. Having a hissy fit like that doesn't do you any good.

It was just for fun. Whatever I'll edit it. And I aint having a hissy fit.

It was just for fun. Whatever I'll edit it. And I aint having a hissy fit.
I'd imagine IduC would appreicate that.

And it did look you were throwing a bit of a wobbler, but I'd rather not have an argument in this thread about it.

Bit of a wobbler?

I love Brits.

One of the advantages the Brits hold is having been in possession of the language since it's been around-interesting, and terribly polite, slang.

On a second note, I've exchanged TGs with IduC regarding Rasputin's faux pas-we both know it's his misunderstanding of the situation, and there is no real need for correction or amenities OOC-it is the CHARACTER's mistake, not the player's.

Tss has tgd me, letting me know that she was leaving the RP due having lost track of it.

All is copacetic with OD and I

Tss has tgd me, letting me know that he was leaving the RP due having lost track of it.

All is copacetic with OD and I

Rule 16: There are NO girls on the internet. (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Rule+16)

Just pointing it out. I create characters from both genders.

Tss has tgd me, letting me know that she was leaving the RP due having lost track of it.

All is copacetic with OD and I
Sorry to hear that.

There any way we can bring TSS back up to speed, so to speak? The thread hasn't moved much since TSS's last post, if you forgive me.

Well I happen to be an adult female, so that takes me out of being a girl.

But I am female and if you have a problem with that see my rule 1 - That Your problem not mine.

And I too create characters of both genders ( and none ) and I merely used the gender of TSS's character.

My apologies if I inadvertantly offended

Tag, that's up to TSS if TSS wants to do that - catch up and rejoin I mean.

If there are no girls on the internet, what are these naked pictures of?

.....Refer back to Rule 16, Ordo...and delete those pictures post haste.

Are Argonians the lizardmen of Bethesda Software's Elder Scroll series, or are they humans with distinctive tribal tattoos?

WA plays them as the lizards from the Elder Scroll series.

Don't ask me why but as I'm not familiar with the Elder Scrolls, I've always visualized them as Creatures from the Black Lagoon with tails...

Forgive me for not posting yesterday. I'll try to get something up today.

For your informational pleasure...Argonians (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argonian). However, that is not an ironclad description. It is more an inspiration from what I can tell. Just as plenty of my Catawaba borrows from and is inpsired by the Mandalorians from Star Wars.

And, Shal, yer a slacker. Tsk.

Errant - you deal with your blood sugar going up to 599 then dumping down to 82 in less than the space of three hours and see how well you can think to write a post.

I'd soldier on! I'd draw from deep within me and find the resolve to perserve no matter which way my blood sugar blew! I'd stare my pancreas right in the isles of langerhans and tell it in no uncertain terms, "Alright, you, I've just had about enough of your shinanigans!"

LOL I'd love to do that, but mine curled up and died some time ago, and all the shouting in the universe won't help :p- though if you could find Dr. McCoy and his famous green pills I'd appreciate it.:hail:

Actually, Ordo, Ten and Laar'a connection isn't purely because they are weres. It is based off True Love in a fashion, but mostly it's because Laar'a is a vornskrari, werevornskr for you aruetsii or strangers. The way I play the vornskr (yes, stolen from Star Wars) is that they have a form of ESP empathic but also life sensing. A vornskr can create very close and sensitive connections with blood and mates. They can strongly sense and feel the emotions and presence of the bieng they have such a connection to. A werevornskr also has that ability.

Rasputin wouldn't know the specifics of course, but yeah he could figure out that he's gotten some vibe from somewhere that's gotten him moving. And since his wife is the only person he's really mentioned...it might be a stretch but not too far to assume his wife is who's near by.

It's True Love-I got it, but I explained it in terms Rasputin would understand.

I have no idea what a vornskyr is, as George Lucas got the last of my money with that abominable "New Beginning", which convinced me the man was a hack with one good movie in him, which he's since ruined with add-ons.

For those of you who may be confused, the Society of Night Rasputin keeps referring to is the collective society of supernaturals, and not an organisation or anything like that-I used the phrase in another RP and was inundated with requests to join, and an angry letter from the Mod regarding starting shadowy conspiracies without his permission before I explained there, so I figured it's safest to explain the term here before any nonsense starts.

The vornskr (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Vornskr), a creature enumerated in the Expanded Universe Star Wars books and hopelessly pirated by yours truly.

A bit of information on nomenclature.

Majic is inherently neutral - the energies, the essesnces that power a spell It's what the user does with it.

How ever spells can come from one of several realms / sources and some of those sources are most negativley inclined.

Take for example the shield spell that Sovrein is currently using - I said he twisted it and that gives a clue to it's origin. A demon created spell,or a 'black' majic version of the spell is said to be twisted. If it were a 'white' or neutral majic version it would be stirred, or woven, braided, or 'chanted.

His version not only protects / shields him but also not only reflects back on the attacker but delivers more damage that was given.

A 'white' majic version would simply defect the attack, giving back nothing to the attacker.

A neutral majic spell would give back what it got, no more no less.



And the Society of Night - what I call the Strange Folk, or as was the title of several suscessful Rp's up in NS, Night Life...



For you see there are more of 'us' than most believe...Heck most don't even believe we exist.

Who are we? we're the Strange Folk, the Night Life... Human mutants, Were-creatures, Vampires, Fae from all parts of the world, and even some stranger ( I generally won't say it in "public", but I'd swear we have a few that aren't from our solar system...)

Now how do I know about things that the Mundanes ( normal humans ) don't even generally believe exist? I am a mutant, like my mother was ( yeah kinda a mutant version of Bewitched going on - and that happens more often than one might think, but it does get frowned upon by the PTB of the Night Life )

Oh an occassional "Wall of Weird" story makes it to reputable media, but mostly our stories haunt the supermarket rags- and that how we want it.

The first rule of the Night Life..."Don't Make a mess, Don't get Caught and Don't tell the Mundanes!

Looks like a displacer beast-or would, if it were five feet to the right...

As far as the slaver mage, his demonic shield seems adequately countered by my twice-blessed bullets, but a kneecapping is certainly acceptable to me, and I have a backup-or one or two to spare, for when you reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there.

Seriously though, don't worry-my followup will be based on events as played out, and one gets nowhere without assuming one's initial response will fail miserably. As my old GM said, "Once you run through the alphabet twice, it's just toss what's up on the wall and see what sticks, isn't it?"

Also, I would argue on Magic-Magic is a matter of Intent, so it is the Intent of the Magic weilder that colors the effect-of course, this is a discussion not suitable to the forum, and as both parties agree the slaver is tapping demonic forces and wielding Black Magic, the point is moot.

I like "Night Life" :p

By the way, where would this "lupinar"-dealie take place? I assume it'll be revealed to my character at some point.

Similarly, I dunno what how far gone the night is in the RP so far, but would it be cool for my character to revert to human form over the next couple of posts or something like that?

Once Heathstepper is back in human form and will be able to remember such things as directions he'll be informed of where the Lupinar is to be found.

And yes feel free to have it later in the night/ morning coming on for him -

Simply to explain Rasputin's ignorance of Argonians but knowledge of the Black Shield:

Rasputin has wandered the globe for a century or so, pursuing odd knowledge to better understand his condition. His interactions with the Society of Night (I know some of you like "Night Life" better, but I'm old and stuck in my ways) have given him snippets of gossip from those individuals, which would include knowledge of Black Shield, as nothing is perfect and people love to gossip.

Rasputin knows nothing of Argonians, but he does know of Black Shield, as he's heard various reports from various supernaturals. He pegged the Argonian fairly early on, as evidenced by his interest in the reptilean over the others demonstrating their true forms.

My purpose is to combine the players into a cohesive group, nothing more, and if I should amend my post, I will happily do so, but I think we need to get together to accomplish anything, and am letting the camel's nose in the tent to accomplish this.

I apologise in advance if anyone's offended, and will continue to explain any questionable posts here as long as I am permitted.

I know Rasputin wouldn't know this, but word from IduC and Tanaara is that Carnivaal is an island off of Tanaara which is sorta exerts its authority and lets Carnivaal run loose just to keep all of the mischief in one place. Ten's legal authority may be sketchy as to how he's going about this, but Catawaba and Tanaara's governments recognize the legal authority of each other's national law enforcement branches. The Rural Rangers are akin to the US Marshals.

Black Shield? Not exactly sure what you are talking about - but there may be no need to amened your post

Black Shield is the nickname given to the Argonian's Monster Hunting Agency, at least according to WA's post.

May I return with a new character if I wish? One that can convince anyone he is a pet turtle, that the moon is his sister and that not only the bricks from buildings speak to him, but he can teach others how to listen to them as well?

Also, RIP Troika.

My apologies for not seeing your request sooner TSS. TG headed your way.

May I return with a new character if I wish? One that can convince anyone he is a pet turtle, that the moon is his sister and that not only the bricks from buildings speak to him, but he can teach others how to listen to them as well?.
You mean like a properly persuasive version of crazy?

I mean like this. (http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb151/racofer/hw_hub_10003.jpg)

Just sent you a tg TSS

Is that from the Vampire PC game?

Is that from the Vampire PC game?

Yes. Unfortunately it's, like all Troika games, roa ugh gem.

Also

How to NOT roleplay itt (http://fc25.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/133/e/6/e68024b002996206ec9ddf8001e72e81.jpg)

I love Head Trip. My favorite is this little gem. (http://shinga.deviantart.com/art/NOT-Head-Trip-IEDs-68794177)