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| Zima · den 13 december 2007, 11:34 | |
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The four bloodlines have been searching for the creator of the vampire race for over five thousand years and now for the first time the think they have found the location of the resting place of the creator. They have started a race to see who will find the resting place first, and they will stop at nothing to reach it. They have made the big apple in to a war zone were they fight each other with the humans trapped in the middle. They want the power that the creator holds and they will get it by any means necessary. The Four Bloodlines Black Rose Violet Blade Silver Moon White Death Black Rose This bloodline is originally based in Asia and they have very old Asian manners. The bloodline culture originates from the age when the emperor was the ultimate ruler and they still run there bloodline like that. They do not like the other bloodlines and have had very little contact with them over the centuries, they tend to kill first and ask questions later. Violet Blade This bloodline comes from Africa and are very ruthless to anyone that stands in their way. This is the oldest of the four bloodlines and they see themselves as superior compared to the other bloodlines. Their culture comes from the African tribes and the ancient Egypt. They believe that the other bloodlines should concede and bow down before them. Silver Moon This bloodline is based in South America. Their culture comes from the Aztecs and they are as ruthless as the African bloodline. Their goal is to slaughter the entire white death bloodline and they will stop at nothing do so. They blame the white death bloodline for the massacre of their people when the Spanish came and conquered. White Death This bloodline is based in northern Europe, and a lot of their culture comes from the old northern believes. The White Death is the youngest of the four bloodlines and is treated as lesser by the other bloodlines. Physical abilities that all vampires possess: Their strength is about five to six times what a normal human would have. Their eyesight is like the eagle´s and they see as well in the night as they do during daytime. They are predators so their instincts are highly evolved; it is like a sixth sense. Their hearing is like a dog´s, very accurate. Their sense of smell is about 8 time stronger then a human. They can move faster than humans can see. They heal much faster than normal humans ever do. If they drink blood, the healing speeds up further. Only one of the bloodlines can be identified by their physical attributes. That bloodline is White Death and the way you can tell the difference is in their eyes, they all have eyes like huskies. All of the other bloodlines have the same eyecolor they had when they were human. (If you don’t know what huskies look like here is a link: http://www.siberianhuskies.net/Viki_husky.jpg . if the link doesn’t work for any reason google the word huskies) You are going to play a vampire from the bloodline White Death; for this pbf I will need four players. You will have one special power that that is specific for White Death and two powers that all bloodlines can have. You can choose from the list below. One of the players will be a master vampire and that one will be the leader of the group, as a master vampire you will get one more specific power and you will have the power to blood oath vampires so you can exert control over them. Blood oathing is when you tie a vampire to your kiss (a kiss is a group of vampires under the control of a master vampire), they are somewhat under your control and you give them energy while they increase your power. Powers Specific for the bloodline White Death Cast shadows around yourself or objects. Cut things/objects with your aura Create fear in others Create pain with a touch of your hands Turn yourself into mist Inhabit another vampire’s body General Powers Defy gravity (No to fly) Hypnotize people whit your gaze and control them that way. (Close contact) Read minds and (at a distance) speak to them with your mind Control a specific animal. (Snakes, Rats, Wolfs, Bats, Crows) Create illusions Sense when someone is telling the truth and when they are lying Give your memories to another with a touch of your hand and they will relive them. Master Vampires Powers Telepathy with the vampires in his/hers kiss Drain or give energy to a vampire in his/hers kiss Sense the vampires in his/hers kiss Sense if there are unharmed or hurt Ask me if you don’t understand. Keep in mind Your character must be over 250 years but not older than 1000 years. If you don’t write a good background history then I will not be able to approve your character. Keep your background history over 500 words, if it less then 500 words then I won’t approve your character. The vampire hierarchy is to the untrained eye very complicated but the main thing that determines where in the hierarchy you stand is power. But you can’t have power alone to be on top, you have to be intelligent, resourceful and have complete control of your powers. Power and control usually comes with age. A few things that can hurt a vampire: Sunlight Sliver Fire If a human holds a crucifix and have faith then it can protect them against vampires, but if the human doesn´t have any faith then a crucifix won’t do anything unless a vampire touches it. If you cut of a vampires head he or she will die and if you destroy its heart it will also be fatal. Character Profile Name: (Your Characters name) Age: (How old your character is) Sex: (Male or Female) From: (What country is your character from?) Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Normal (One in the group will be a master vampire, but I will choose who that´s going to be) Appearance: (What does your character look like?) Personality: (What kind of person is your character?) Background History: (Your character history, how he or she lived his or hers life) Powers: (What kind of powers does your character have?) Skills: (Does your character have any special skills?) Equipment: (What kind of stuff does your character have?) The goal for this pbf is that you are going to find the restingplace of the creator, who created the first vampires in the world. Your group will have to fight the vampires of other bloodlines and the humans that are trying to stop you. You will also have to solve the clues that will lead you to the creators restingplace. If this sounds like fun then you should create a character. I will put up the on-thread when all characters have been approved and then we can start the game. Oh if you are wondering why the text is in English, it is because this is an English based pbf. So you should write your character in English and when we get started with the on-thread we will be writing in English as well. Characters Sigtyr Brandrson "Vincent" - HalvTand Ivan Borgevin - maxander Shagya Kertez - jaedar Sarinda Lake - Rikku Elizabeth ”Liz” Bathetori - Hyuuga Harusame Jin Wei - Embergem Don´t know the english word? If you don´t know the english word but you know the swedish word then you can translate it here: http://lexin.nada.kth.se/sve-eng.html Redigerat 2007-12-19, 21:00 av Zima Redigerat 2007-12-19, 22:59 av Zima |
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| #1 · Halvtand · den 13 december 2007, 19:40 | |
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Name: Sigtyr Brandrson, calls himself "Vincent" Age: 1047 Sex: Male From: Norway Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Master Appearance: Vincent has the appearance of an old, but still healthy man, his skin is wrinkled and dry, his hair long and white, but he has not lost any of his hair. His body is that of a man who in his youth was big and strong, but who has lost most of it due to age. He is about 175 cm long and weights about 85 kg. As for clothes, he wears an old, black suit, white shirt and dark red tie, with a dark brown coat over his shoulders, in his hand, an old cane. (See equipment) Personality: Vincent is a likeable man, he rarely talks bad or brag about what he can or have done. He is somewhat of a loner, but is still functional in a group. Background History: Sigtyr was born in the year 960, in June. Oddly, he was the lone child of a young couple, as he reached 15, he thought about that a lot. Later, he found out from the village’s healing-lady that his father, Brandr, had been hurt badly during a trip to the British Isles, and could therefore not “perform” anymore. As for growing up, life was pretty normal for Sigtyr, as a child, he often played glima with his friends, tried to attend to every snowball war that was set up by the adults; in short, he lived the life most young boys in those days had. All was not fun and games, though, he had his chores to do, feeding the animals, helping his mother with her work and all other usual stuff. When it came to puberty, Sigtyr started to grow like mad, he was a bit short as a boy, but grew to a fine man, tall and strong, he drank mead like water and threw his opponents around like nothing in the games of glima, but he never dragged about what he did, and was well thought of by his friends for this. By the age of 18, Brandr took Sigtyr on his first plundering, they went to the cursed British Isles, but luck was on their side this time. With a small fleet of five ships, they made land in a small bay only a few hundred meters away from a stone and wood stronghold. There, they slept, waiting for the night to come, and almost go. Pure logic says that the best time to strike is early in the morning, the night guards are tired, the day guards are not yet fully awake, and it is either still dark outside, or the morning sun is stinging in the eyes of the tired guards. Just before the sun arose, Sigtyr and all of the others was waken by the two who had kept guard, they drank some mead, picked up their weapons and started to walk towards the stronghold. As the sun started to shine upon the world, Sigtyr and the men were almost by the walls, but were spotted. Arrows started to fly but were stopped by the Vikings shields. Sigtyr was given the task of burning down the wooden wall, and while he was protected, he placed dry wood at the bottom of the wall, and used his dagger and some tinder to get the fire started, and not until the fire had set into the wall did he back away, giving the defenders minimal time to do something about it. As the Vikings backed away from the deathzone (where the archers easily can hit a crack in the defence) they saw how the fire grew larger and larger until a part of the wall collapsed. The Vikings made a mad rush for the newly opened entrance, knowing that it would not be long before it was heavily guarded. With their shields raised, they ran the first line of defence down and stomped them to death while fighting those behind them. The Vikings pored in to the fort and made short work with the defenders, many killed with every strike, as the defending force was not as well trained as they who attacked. Sigtyr himself killed eight men during this raid, and stood guard by their entrance-hole covered in blood while the others gathered the loot. No one came to counterattack, so the Viking gathered what they could carry and went back to the ships, every man who survived went home as a rich man. Home again, young Sigtyr made use of his talent as the newbie of the trip, and told the story to anyone who wanted to listen, every time, the defenders grew in numbers, and the odds leaned more and more against the attacking Vikings. But it was a good story; it inspired the young to grow stronger and braver. Not long thereafter, Sigtyr found himself a wife, a beautiful young girl named Embla, with her, he got two sons and one daughter, they started families of their own, and Vincent could follow his own bloodline well into the 14th century, when the black death got the last heirs. As the man he was, Sigtyr joined many travels, both for plundering and for trading. He lived a rich, long life, was supported by his children when he grew too old. Sorrow struck when he was 46, when Embla died from sickness, but despite this, Sigtyr lived well into his 50s. One chill, rainy winter’s night, at age 57, Sigtyr was ready to face death. But as he started to embrace his destiny, the first son, Sigvald, brought a mysterious stranger into his father’s chamber. A doctor of a sort, he claimed he could cure anything, even death itself. Sigtyr left his farm a few nights later, together with the stranger. They went far into the wilderness, where Sigtyr learned to control himself, and the newfound powers he now possessed, he was told about other vampire bloodlines, the hierarchy, everything, and was left alone after that. As the family-man we was, Sigtyr stuck around for a few hundred years, protecting his family from stray vampires and other dangers of the night, while he fed from them himself, but not giving them vampirism. Realising that he could not stay in one place for too long, Sigtyr left Norway in the spring anno 1487, he left to see the world. He got as far as India before he was intercepted by a small group of Black Rose younglings. He killed them all before they realised what kind of a threat he was. Oddly fascinated by the enemy’s strange weapons, he took a sword with him as he went back home. The weapon was cleverly concealed as a cane, with the blade hidden on the inside. He travelled to England, got a new name and a new set of clothes, and stayed for a while. In the following time, he moved a lot, never stayed in one place more than ten years, never telling anyone that he was moving or where to be found. He stayed out of Africa, Asia, and the southern half of America, just in case. Powers: Specific: Cutting aura. Turn into mist. General: Defy gravity. Create illusions. Skills: Vincent may not be the strongest, nor the fastest of vampires, but his memory exceeds that of the elephants, from the day he was born, to the day he was reborn, and the again until now, everything is as fresh as yesterday. If this is because of his vampirism or just a extraordinary trait, no one knows. Equipment: The clothes he wears, a sword cane, and an old Winchester rifle on his back. (http://www.artswords.com/Japanese_Sword_Cane_042407.htm) Redigerat 2007-12-16, 09:10 av Halvtand |
| #2 · Zima · den 13 december 2007, 20:02 | |
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Det var en välskriven karaktär, så ska det se ut. Bra gjort Halvtand, din karaktär är godkänd. |
| #3 · maxander · den 14 december 2007, 16:58 | |
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Name: Ivan Borgevin Age: 307 Sex: Male From: Bulgary Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: Ivan is a long man who looks at a first glance as a man in his prime since his age hasen't affected him much yet. He has long darkgray hair which matches his pale skin. He isn't very muscular so by looking at him you might suspect him toi be weak. He is about 180 cm and weights about 70 kg. As for clothing he wears a long black coat and beneath it a black shirt with a gray tie. His pants is as well as his shirt and coat black and he has a pair of black boots. Personality: Ivan is a man of secrets and his greatest passion is that of uncovering and create them. He is a very polite man and he enjoys being with other persons especially if they share the same interests. Background History: Ivan was born 1700 as an orphan and was uppraised in his early years as somewhat of a slave worker. When he became 15 he received a letter from his mother which she had given the leaders of Ivans orphanage explaining that she and his father had moved to England in hope of finding a better life there. After discovering this Ivan took a decision of travel to England in hope of finding his lost family. It may seem as a wild and unimaginable dream, but Ivan was so tired of the life he had been living for this many yearss that he didn't care about the chances of the success, he just wanted a reason to to leave his hometown and still having a small hope of finding a new place to stay. During his childhood he had been given something very special namly a lecture of different languages by one of the leaders of the orphanage. He left at an early summer by foot and reached the corner (of the now) Austira by the end of the summer, the travel had been quite an easy one since wheather had been on his good side and food had been easy to find in the woods and villages he had been passing through, sometimes working for a day to get meals for a day or two. He thougth that this was a sign of god that he had made the right decision and was as happy as ever. At the beginning of the autumn however things changed, the wheater now quickly changed into cold nights full of rain and at the beginning of october the snow started falling. Ivan was now quick to start the search for shelter until the spring hoping to find work in one of the cities close to the austrian borders. It didn't take long until he got a job as a chimney cleaner. This however was not a good job at the time since the city in which he worked had a disease going through it, since Ivan went to several household to clean their chimneis it didn't take long for him to get the disease. It was not the strongest illness but Ivans had ever since his childhood been very weak against sicknesses and it hit him hard, and it didn't take long until it looked like if his life was leaving him. He told the low educated doctor who tried to help him about his journey and goal during the times they met and when Ivans life was about to end the doctor came and asked Ivan how much he was willing to give to complete his quest. Ivan said that he was willing to give anything to complete it since it had been his one goal in life since he left his hometown. The doctor told Ivan that what he was about to do was something to never speak about. He came back with a long pale man, looking in Ivan eyes like a man dying as himself. The doctor talked with the man and the man nodded. Then the doctor turned to Ivan and injected a liquid in hhim and soon Ivan was sleeping. When he woke up he feelt strange and he realised that the doctor was sitting there, the doctor explained that he in the hope to save Ivans life asked a vampire to grant Ivan the same curse as the one running through the vampires veins. He then explained to Ivan what this menat and what Ivan was about to experience in his new "life". After hearing what the doctor said Ivan could do no other but sit and think about it, he had never thought that such a thing could happen and hadn't given it a thought when the doctor asked about what he was ready to give. However he decided that instead of sitting by and do nothing he could at least try to finish he had started half a year ago. You might think that the journey was easier in some ways now since he didn't got tired easily and so on but it still couldn't make up with the impossibility of traveling during day and the difficulty of finding something to eat. At the beginning he tried to supress the greed of feeling the red blood filling his mouth but then he one day came to a village where he found a dying young girl suffering from a disease similar to the one Ivan had suffered. At the sight of this Ivan could not resitst the temptation and thought that since the girls life was about to end he might just as well end her suffering. And this was the first time in his life when he killed a human and drank its blood. It took about three months for Ivan to get to England and when he arrived he learnt the news about how his mother and father had disapperd about eight years ago and no one knew where. he continued to search for them for a duration of fifty years, afterwards he realised that even if he continued to search for them the only thing he would find now was probably their corpses. Ivan then decided to try to follow the worlds history as it was written around him and he made it as to always be in the center of action during the great historical moments seeing things like the french revolution and Napoleon as well as the rise of the Sovjet Union and Germanys defeat during the world wars. Powers: Cast shadows around yourself or objects. General: 1.Hypnotize people whit your gaze and control them that way. 2.(Close contact) Read minds and (at a distance) speak to them with your mind Skills: Ivan is one of the kind to believe in quickness and agility instead of strength, howerver the most important thing about a person in Ivans eyes is the intelligence and the way the person is thinking. Equipment: Apart from his clothes he has a knife under his coat and a small pistol in his belt. He always keeps them out of sight. |
| #4 · jaedar · den 14 december 2007, 20:26 | |
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Name: Shagya Kertez. Age: 868 years. Sex: Male. From: Hungary. Bloodline: White Death. Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: Shagya is a shineless character sickly pale even for a vampire. Some vampire although the undead still has been blessed with great beauty Shagya is not among them. He has large deep black eyes that seems to sink into his face. A robust nose and a long grinning mouth is part of his features. He his has no hair nor could he ever remember having any. His body size raises no inquiries, its normal neither too tall or too big or too short or too small. He dresses very simple a grey mantle/outfit (Like jedi outfit) adornes his body covering all but the face. On his feet are a pair of common sandals nothing fancy there either. Personality: At first Shagya may seem shy and passive but if you spend enough time with him you will find out that he more then often shares his feelings openly. Many times he acts like a child believing everyone is against him. He is easy to confrontations if he thinks the matter has to do with him which happens a lot because he is a little delusional. Finally he thouroughly hates eldeers, family figures and heroes so forth. Background: Shagya Kertez first memory was of waking up on the streets of Budapest a windy nowember day and that is where his story begins. He could not count his age so this information has varied from time to other times which gone by. Lately he has found the number five to be plesant. As a scrub child on the 13th century streets of Budapest he quickly learned the harsch lesson of surviving without a conscience. Stealing and hustling, trading and selling, making and breaking. The introduction to the underground life was inevetable. Here comes his first memory of a vampire though he isnt sure that the man in the black suit was a vampire. You do understand the disorder for Shagya. He would very much like to think that the only father figure in his life was a vampire but probably this was just an ordinary gangster. The gangster called himself Heyz and quickly took a liking for Shagya. When Shagya turned eighteen he was entrusted to be a messenger of Heyz dealings. Here he first encountered total death, death by the hands of others. This was slum murders common in those days. Tragic it may seem with the death of a family it did not take Shagya many years to become indifferent to fate of others. But this very first time it triggered a slumbering memory. Distant it felt for him like he was an outsider peeking into a window but he knew it was real. The memory contain of a man with an axe slaughtering a family, there was a father a mother and a daughter. It made him furious beyond anything he had ever felt. His family murdered before his own eyes of a scrupleless man this was his first feelings of vengeance. He entrusted his only father figure Heyz with his memory. At this point Heyz was the head of organised crime in Budapest and for the reason not told but likely that he wanted to fuel the hate in Shagya he promised to find the perprator. It took Heyz one year to fullfill the pledge and Shagya was sent to a rural barn where five of Heyz men had a pitiful excuse of life cornered. They kicked him and spat at him but when Shagya approached they all backed way leaving him with the severed man. Oh he had longed for this moment, he wanted to cause him suffery for daring to impose those foul memories upon him. The man who was now as thin as a straw and pale as the dim moon looked nothing as the memory described all exept the face. Without doubt this was the man who killed his family. Shagya was surprised to hear him speak, a weak noise it was fitting for his appearance but what he had to say chocked Shagya. - Before you cause me any pain listen to my story. I have live many a day since that particular day and you must be told what truly happened that day - - I was sought in my prime by a family of two. A fighter I was neither happy or sad. The man and the woman where kind to me, but I dont know anymore I dare not to listen to my thoughts - - They offered me gold and much more intriguing eternity. Simply said if I were to drink a potion I would be a god. Sugar words that binded a simple man. I realised too late that the drink was of metal and me a damned creature. - - My sin lies in doing the favour of which I gained immortality. Yes I killed an innocent family. A slaughtered them all with an axe but you see I killed all of the family there was no boy. I have no memories of this, the woman did something to me I cannot explain. But I know. - - We are the same we are connected. We both seek vengeance for reasons clouded in our minds. Im a nothing, what you see in front of you is the plain inkarnation of a man who wants revenge nothing more. I feel hunger a great hunger, this hunger has thrown me to the gates of hell - Tired voice. - My proposal is the most selfish a human can ask of. I will inject you with the poison that is me now. You are stronger, I sense it somehow. Possibly and you must chain your powers not be a slave to it and you will be able to wield power beyond mortality. As a final task I will give you my memories, hopefully they will show you your prey. - Before Shagya undertook his only journey the weak vampire namned Daszn taught him everything he knew. 2 years he stayed by his side, not long time for a vampire but Shagya ached for revenge. So it happened no matter how obsurd of a story due to the nature of Shagya he bought it all like a greedy child. He would´nt see the dangers the man implemented. The same day or night I should say he left Budapest for the first and only time. It took him 250 years to find the couple and while the search went on he learned of vampire race and its history. He also discovered talents beyond his imagination. He killed many but I did not bother him, they were lowly compare to him and so he thought about most vampires as well. Shagya never wanted to be associated as a vampire, he was he and no one was like him. The meeting was explosive, they knew immiedately who he was and his purpose. So he fought them both eventually defeating them. The next occurence maybe the most disturbing in his entire life. The female vampire had the ability to apply memories to any intelligent being. She gave him the memories concerning him. They told the story of a family in the fields who met with the two vampires. The family was his, he resembled his father something he after this incident came to hate. It was a very big family around eight children, the parents and the grandparents. The male vampire did not hide his bloodlust and started to kill the children and parents were... Shagyas mind was huring, the pain, the pain. They ran leaving, his parents left his brothers and sisters too die. He felt rage, this cowardly blood was his. Shagya asked for no more answers he blocked the rest of the memories and instantly killed the two vampires. For the first time in his life he felt empty. What was the purpose of his life, the meaning of his existence. Was he only the toy of ignorant vampires. He returned to Budapest and has yet to leave the city until today. Powers: White Death: Create fear in others. General Powers: Give your memories to another with a touch of your hand and they will relive them. (Close contact) Read minds and (at a distance) speak to them with your mind Skills: Shagya has an extremly high pain limit due to finding ways of causing him as much pain as possibly. The frustration that was in him he used to find ways to hurt him. This has given him an extremely resilent body. Equipment: He carries an emblem, a black heart which carries his sins. Redigerat 2007-12-15, 21:43 av jaedar Redigerat 2007-12-15, 21:46 av jaedar |
| #5 · Rikku · den 15 december 2007, 01:30 | |
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Name: Sarinda Lake Age: 416 Sex: Female From: Great Britain Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: Sarinda is very beautiful; she has long red hair down to the chest. She has a slender and sinewy body. She has high cheekbones and pale smooth skin. She is 165cm long and weights 60kg. She has often dark clothes and prefers black or grey, she never uses dresses or skirts if it’s not necessary, only pants. Personality: She is very arrogant, and don’t like to talk to people too much. She is good at playing when she has to, but prefers to be her own self. She is hard to get to know, but if you become friend with her she will live up to that, and will never betray you. She thinks that promises are very important and would never dream to break one. Background History: Sarinda don’t remember so much of her past life, and that’s because she has tried to forget it. She was born in Great Britain in a wealthy family that had a very good reputation. She was the youngest of three siblings, two older brothers. As the only daughter was she raised to be a elegant woman, she learnt how to walk right and so on, but in secret was she very jealous on her brothers, she wanted to ride and fight with a sword to. Once she told her mother that she wanted to do that, but she became furious, so she never dared to bring it up again. When she became 15 years old she fell in love in a boy named Tomas, he loved her to and they often met in secret. Two years later decided her mother and father that she would merry a boy named Victor; he was the only son of a rich nobleman, so they thought that they would get much money if she married him. When she told them that she wanted to marry Tomas became they furious, and forbid her to ever talk to him again and locked her up in her room. She escaped one day later and ran to see Tomas, but found him with another girl. Broken-hearted she left the city, she stayed some nights at different stranger’s house, and soon understood she how stupid it had been, but she never thought about going back. She worked on many different and strange places to get money, and one day she met Edward. He was different, pale skin, mysterious, she fell in love at first sight, and it seemed as he loved her to. They were together one year, but some day when she woke up, she felt that her whole body hurt, especially the neck and Edward was nowhere to be seen. When she managed to get to the mirror she had two small holes at the throat. Later she became thirsty and felt a strange need, to hunt humans. After a couple of days had she accepted it: she was a vampire, like the ones in the ghost stories. She decided to return home now, but not in peace, she came for vengeance, she started with her mother and father, and then Tomas. But it was so hard to stop; she liked it so much so it didn’t took long before almost the whole city were dead. She felt so guilty after that so she decided to not kill more humans and started to live alone in the forest. It was hard in the beginning but she soon became used to it. In the forest she also found a new friend, a wolf, she named him Haze; he did anything she told him to do. The years went on and she decided to try to make Haze to a vampire wolf, it succeed, but it wasn’t any big differences, he became a bit faster and stronger and stopped to age. She also took the time to learn what she had wanted before and became very good at sword fighting, her favorite weapon are two scimitars, but she can use almost everything, but has a bit hard for spears. One day when she had gained control over her powers she decided to return to the human world, she started to drink human blood again, but not that much. She also noticed how much the world had changed. She got a work as a prosecutor in London, and became very good at that, she was very good to tell if someone lied or told the truth. Later she also discovered the power to turn into mist. And all the time she had Haze with her, sometimes was it hard to convince some people that he just was ha very big dog that looked a lot like a wolf. She also discovered the amusement of motorbikes, and she loves them and has about 20 of them in her garage, most of them broken. She has changed name many times, it would be suspicious if you passport said that you were 416 years old, and she don’t remember her birth name anymore. Powers: White death: Turn yourself into mist General: Control a specific animal. (Wolf: Haze) Sense when someone is telling the truth and when they are lying Skills: She is very good at riding motorbikes, and fight with her two scimitars. She has also very good eyesight and can understand what Haze is saying, and can make him understand what she is saying. Equipment: Two scimitars, one very small silver knife, well encased in a lot of other things, just in case. |
| #6 · Hyuuga Harusame · den 15 december 2007, 02:15 | |
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Name: Elizabeth ”Liz” Bathetori(Originally was Bathory) Age: 448 Sex: Female From: Hungary Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampiress Class: Normal Appearance: Liz is a stunning looking woman at the prime of her age. She has long, blond and a slight curly hair (Which occasionally she has wrapped up with a black elegance hairpin to a bun). Her skin is soft and pale like a moonlit night, which brings out her rounded red lips. Liz body has both hips and breasts, but also slim, in another word...men has trouble to keep away their eyes from Liz. She is about 170 height and weight about 143 lbs. Liz liked to dressed in black and white, mostly in suit or business suit. Always a silk shirt under her jacket, unbuttoned collar, often with a black or red silk scarf around her neck than a tie. Black high heels on her feet. Personality: A devilish, malicious and cunning woman is what describes Liz the best. She would not hesitate to do what need to be done for her goal. Liz is also a sadist, she loves to inflict pain and tortures on other people. Background History: Elizabeth Bathory, daughter of Baron George Bathory and Baroness Anna Bathory was born on august 7, the year was 1560. Her family the Bathory were one of the most powerful Protestant families in Hungary and in the aristocracy at the time. Elizabeth’s ancestor Stephann Bathory had fought along side with the Count Vlad Tepes to attempts to reclaim the Wallachian throne. Elizabeth has a brother also name as Stephan; he was a drunkard and lecher. Elizabeth was never particularly fond of her brother. As a child Elizabeth spent most of her time at the Ecsed Castle. Elizabeth proved to be a difficult child, she often lost control and drive herself into storms of rage. She was able to witness the cruelty and brutal justice handed down by her family´s officers on their estates at Ecsel. But she was never scared or feels bad when she witness those horrible events, in fact she seems to enjoy it. Elizabeth was highly-educated, being fluent in Hungarian, Greek and Latin. For her time this was seen as unusual. Because most Hungarians of noble birth, even men, who commonly would have been better schooled than women, were illiterate. When Elizabeth reached the age of eleven, Ursula from the family Nadasdy arranged the engagement between Ferenc Nadasdy (Her son) and Elizabeth. The Bathory family accepted the engagement, and so Elizabeth moved to the Nadasdy’s castle in Sarvar. But at the age of fourteen she fell in a short roman with a peasant, resulted in a daughter, was born and given to the peasant foster parents to be raised. After the marriage with Ferenc Nadasdy, Elizabeth established as mistress of the Nadasdy estate around castle Sarvar. The couple enjoyed the reputation as harsh masters. Even much of Elizabeth’s cruelty was due to her own nature, it was said that her husband, Ferenc Nadasdy shown some of his way how to punish a servant. In 1578, Ferenc went to war against the Turks, he has become the chief in command of Hungarians army. He was gone for a long time, and in the year 1593 a dark and unpleasant wind blew through the estate of Nadasdy. Elizabeth was enjoying her supper, when a young servant girl came in and said that a stranger was outside the castle and asking shelter for the night. Usually Elizabeth would’ve released the hounds on the poor stranger, but that night she felt generous and said that he can stay in the stable and he can have the leftover. After Elizabeth has read some letter and important papers she went to bed. When midnight came with the veil of darkness over the castle, one of the windows in Elizabeth’s chamber slowly opened. And a gray cloud mist poured in her room…after a short while the mist became a dark shadow. The shadow moved slowly toward Elizabeth’s bed and bend down to her neck. “For your kindness, Countess…I will give you a gift…eternal life!” The shadow whispered and let his fang sunk into Elizabeth soft flesh. The Countess made a loud moan then silent was swift over her lips. The vampire then carved up his hand wrist and let his blood flood out, then he made Elizabeth drinks it. The Countess drank greedy the vampire’s blood. The vampire almost has to force Elizabeth to stop, and then he said that he will stay and teach the Countess everything she need to knows and that they have works to do. The stranger stayed at Elizabeth’s side, and became her mentor. He teaches Elizabeth everything she need to knows about her race, and how to use the power her race was giving. And at this time Elizabeth’s cruelty became even worst than before, she kidnapped young servant girls and tortures them to the dead. When the servants were not enough she began to kidnapped the villagers whom lived around the Sarvar estate. She often took a bath with the blood from the innocent servants she has killed. Her mentor warned her that she would not be able to continue the lifestyle she has now, the people will finally have enough and will fights back. After her mentor is gone, Elizabeth thought about what her mentor has said, and finally understand what need to be done. She began to gather all of her fortune and even her husband’s heritage, Elizabeth then made an account in one of the largest bank in England, and transferred all her fortune there. The Countess then killed all of her servants (A massacre people of Sarvar will never forget); she burned down her castle to the ground and leave Hungary to travel to England. For the following years Elizabeth lived in England, changed her last name from Bathory to Bathetori. She used her fortune to finalize her crime syndicate. For some reason Elizabeth was very interesting in the crime world. It didn’t take to long before Elizabeth establish as one of the most powerful and dangerous crime lord in whole England. She called her syndicate for Retaliation. In the year 1980 Elizabeth set her eyes on a new country, America. She wanted to expand her campaign. The Countess then moved to New York, winter 1982. She settled down in Manhattan and began her work. With her charm, cunning and mostly ruthless she conquered almost the entire Big Apple crime world. Elizabeth now owns currently several luxury hotels, restaurants and some of the most popular nightclubs. She also traded weapons (Illegal of course), drugs and even slavery. Elizabeth now live in a mansion in Manhattan, it is there she take care of business. Powers: Specific: Turn yourself into mist General: Defy Gravity (Close contact) Read minds and (at a distance) speak to them with your mind. Skills: One of Elizabeth great passion in life is marksmanship. She trained her marksmanship in different area and different weapon. And after years of practice, she is now a fantastic marksman. Whether it’s gun or throwing knives she never misses her target. Elizabeth is also a qualified fencer and a competent CQC-user. Equipment: A cell phone and a wallet. Elizabeth has her hairpin custom made, it is a mixture between a regularly hairpin and a very sharp weapon. Elizabeth can use the hairpin as a projectile with deadly accurate. If she needs anything else, she will phone her subordinates to get it for her. Redigerat 2007-12-15, 19:59 av Hyuuga Harusame |
| #7 · Zima · den 15 december 2007, 16:06 | |
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#3 Din karaktär måste ha en mentor för att lära sig vad det är att vara en vampyr. #4 Din karaktär måste också ha en mentor för att lära sig om vad den är när den först blir en vampyr. Och i skills måste du ändra lite, Han kan ha hög tollerans för smärta men du måste ta bort att han satte eld på sig själv, för om du tuttar fyr på en vampyr brinner den till det inte finns något kvar om inte det finns ett hav eller en sjö nära. Och skador av eld läker inte särskilt bra. Och om han hackar av kroppsdelar så tar de århundraden för att de ska växa ut så tar bort det med. Och din karaktär måste ha något med sig, något i equipment. #5 Några saker du måste fixa. När hon först blir en vampyr så måste hon ha en mentor för att lära sig om vad hon är. Och att hon levde i skog är inte så stort problem, men en vampyr kan inte leva enbart på djurs blood utan vampyrer måste ha mänskligt blood för att leva. En annan sak du också måste ändra är vargen haze, vampyris fungerar inte på djur, Så det måste du ändra. #6 En härlig karaktär det. Bra gjort, din karaktär är godkänd Hyuuga Harusame. |
| #8 · Rikku · den 15 december 2007, 16:47 | |
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Så, ändrade lite saker i bakgrunds historien. Background History: Sarinda don’t remember so much of her past life, and that’s because she has tried to forget it. She was born in Great Britain in a wealthy family that had a very good reputation. She was the youngest of three siblings, two older brothers. As the only daughter was she raised to be a elegant woman, she learnt how to walk right and so on, but in secret was she very jealous on her brothers, she wanted to ride and fight with a sword to. Once she told her mother that she wanted to do that, but she became furious, so she never dared to bring it up again. When she became 15 years old she fell in love in a boy named Tomas, he loved her to and they often met in secret. Two years later decided her mother and father that she would merry a boy named Victor; he was the only son of a rich nobleman, so they thought that they would get much money if she married him. When she told them that she wanted to marry Tomas became they furious, and forbid her to ever talk to him again and locked her up in her room. She escaped one day later and ran to see Tomas, but found him with another girl. Broken-hearted she left the city, she stayed some nights at different stranger’s house, and soon understood she how stupid it had been, but she never thought about going back. She worked on many different and strange places to get money, and one day she met Edward. He was different, pale skin, mysterious, she fell in love at first sight, and it seemed as he loved her to. They were together one year, but some day when she woke up, she felt that her whole body hurt, especially the neck and Edward was nowhere to be seen. When she managed to get to the mirror she had two small holes at the throat. Later she became thirsty and felt a strange need, to hunt humans and drink blood, she didn’t understand what had happened to her, but her thoughts often wandered to the ghost stories about vampires. She decided to return home now, but not in peace, she came for vengeance, she started with her mother and father, and then Tomas. But it was so hard to stop; she liked it so much so it didn’t took long before almost the whole city were dead, she couldn’t control herself. She felt so guilty after that so she decided to not kill more humans and started to live alone in the forest, she drank only animal blood, but it made her weak, and just after a couple of month did she think that her life was over, but then a man named Andreas found her, he told her that he was a vampire, and so was she. He took her to a nearby village so she could drink human blood so she became stronger again. Andreas helped her to control her needs, and trained her in sword fighting, as she always had wanted her favorite weapon became two scimitars, but she can use almost everything, but has a bit hard for spears. He also helped her to learn how to control her special powers, to turn herself into mist. But she had other powers, which she never told him about, she never tells anyone about them. One is that she knows when someone is lying, and the second one is that she can understand and control wolfs, something she learned in the forest. One day she decided to leave Andreas and start an own life, and the world had changed much in these years. She became a prosecutor in London, and became one of the best, she always knew when someone lied, and refused to help them, she wanted to do right for what she was. She also started to have wolfs as pets and sometimes was it hard to convince people that they just were very big dogs that looked a lot like wolfs. She also discovered the amusement of motorbikes, and she loves them and has about 20 of them in her garage, most of them broken. She has changed name many times, it would be suspicious if you passport said that you were 416 years old, and she don’t remember her birth name anymore. Powers: White death: Turn yourself into mist General: Control a specific animal. (Wolfs) Sense when someone is telling the truth and when they are lying Skills: She is very good at riding motorbikes, and fight with her two scimitars. She has also very good eyesight and can understand what wolfs are saying, and can make them understand what she is saying. |
| #9 · Zima · den 15 december 2007, 17:46 | |
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#8 bra då är din karaktär också godkänd... ;) |
| #10 · maxander · den 15 december 2007, 19:03 | |
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#7 Själva poängen med min karaktärs historia är att han har fått lära sej det mesta om att vara en vampyr på det svåra sättet. Vissa saker som att inte kunna vara ute i dagsljus och vara tvungen att leva på blod berättade doktorn för honom, krafter och annat är sådant som han har fått lära sej själv under sitt långa liv. |
| #11 · Zima · den 15 december 2007, 19:21 | |
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#10 Humm... känner mig lite tveksam. Men på gott och ont så godkänner jag din karaktär med. Då har vi fyra stycken, Men det hindrar inte er som vill vara med från att ansöka. Jag väntar ytterligar en karaktär från en person som har uttryckt sin vilja att vara med. Så jag tror att det blir 6 stycken som kommer spela och jag kommer agera som SL. Nu när vi har fyra stycken kan jag börja skriva on-tråden så att vi kan dra igång spelet. Sannolikheten att tråden kommer upp idag är liten. Men den kommer senast upp på måndag, men jag skulle gissa att jag blir klar med den imorgon. |
| #12 · jaedar · den 15 december 2007, 21:48 | |
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Jag har gjort förändringarna nu. |
| #13 · Zima · den 15 december 2007, 21:56 | |
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#12 Bra Jaedar, Då är även din karaktär godkänd.... ;) |
| #14 · Halvtand · den 15 december 2007, 22:53 | |
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När kommer SL utse gruppens ledare? |
| #15 · Zima · den 15 december 2007, 23:31 | |
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The Character that has been appionted to be the Master Vampire is: Sigtyr "Vincent" Brandrson That means that Halftooth "Halvtand" you will have to change your class to Master ;) becuse you will be the leader of the group.. |
| #16 · Halvtand · den 16 december 2007, 09:08 | |
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Somehow, i saw that one coming, but if it is the will of the allmighty, I shall bow down before his will. |
| #17 · Zima · den 16 december 2007, 23:12 | |
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On-tråden är uppe.... |
| #18 · jaedar · den 16 december 2007, 23:16 | |
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Now dont be so modest halftooth :P |
| #19 · Embergem · den 17 december 2007, 03:42 | |
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Name: Jin Wei, born with the name Gou Age: 631 years old Sex: Male From: China Bloodline: Black Rose Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: Jin is of normal height for an Asian man, but considered somewhat short to western standards. He is 5'7", and weighs in at about 132 lbs. He sports a shaved head and dark brown eyes. His facial appearance clearly shows his Chinese origin, and except for eyebrows he has no facial hair. Jin normally wears khaki pants, a white undershirt with a dark red shirt and an auburn trench coat. Personality: Jin is somewhat emotionally detached. Well sure, he is about as prone to find himself in a furious rage as anyone else, but he seldom has, or shows, any feelings towards other individuals. Those that do stand at the receiving end of any emotion are most likely someone he can easily relate to, or someone that has been close to him for extended periods of time. Background History: Gou was born 1376 in the Henan province in central China during the early Ming Dynasty. His mother and father were very poor, and could not support a second child. The elderly monk from the nearby Shaolin Monastery that had helped deliver the baby told the parents that the monks would gladly take the young boy in and raise him amongst themselves. Due to tradition however, Gou could not be taken too the Monastery until his fifth birthday. He was however, being a future monk, entitled too a share of the food given as charity to the Shaolin monks. This meant the poor family did not need to divide their already scarce supplies. On the day of Gou’s fifth birthday, the elderly monk once again appeared. This was the first time that Gou met the monk, although he had already been told by his parents what awaited him. The monk took the young boy outside too speak with him alone. He asked Gou if the life of a monk was what he wanted, he told him of the many hardships of being a monk, but also of the rewards of late life. He told of the spiritualistic and physical training. He told him that he did not want to take the boy away from is parents unless he himself wanted it so, but he also told of the family’s poor situation, and what would happen without the support of the monks if he decided to stay. Gou had already thought it through several times before. He was a smart boy, and he understood that his family would probably not survive if he decided to stay. As such he told the monk that he would join the monks at the monastery. The elderly monk smiled a little, having seen great wisdom in Gou and then took the boy back inside. There he told Gou’s parents that he would now take the boy with him, and he gave them a moment alone too say their goodbyes. Jin does not remember clearly, but he remembers his mother crying and his father shedding tears silently, but still keeping his posture as he told his son how much he loved him. Gou left with the monk thereafter. He needed not pack anything to take with him, as the Shaolin Monks do not have any possessions except for their garbs. They arrived at the Shaolin Monastery as the sky was growing dark. The monk, now having presented himself as Atso, showed Gou to the building that would now work as his quarters. Inside there were many beds, still empty except for one. On this bed laid a monks garb. “This will be your bed from this day forward.” Said Atso and pointed towards the bed. “The garbs upon it are the ones you will wear until cleaning is required, when you will be given a replacement.” Monk Atso explained a few more things before he left Gou to attend to other matters. Gou quickly changed into his new garbs ant went to sleep, being tired from the many new things, but also because monk Atso had told him to be well rested for the next day. The next day, Gou was accepted as a monk in an official ritual, and also began his rigorous training that would go on for his entire life. Or at least was supposed to. The years passed. He learned how to read and write, how to meditate and humility. He learned the martial art of the Shaolin Monks. He learned all that was taught to him and he always wanted more. In the beginning, it was just thought that he was a good learner, but it soon became clear to the older monks that Gou had a very competitive mind. He wanted to be the best. He wanted to learn more then the others of his age group. He wanted more than the life of a monk. This pained monk Atso who had taken a personal liking to the boy, but if he stayed with the monks for long it would eventually lead to him hurting someone, or hurting himself. A few years more passed, but Gou had yet not managed to cause any trouble. This was the year of his 19th birthday, and the country was in a time of change. The old Emperor hade died and his grandson had taken his place as Emperor. The new Emperor called out for young men to join his army, as he was putting large funding into expanding China to the south. The older monks saw this as an opportunity to do something with Gou before he became a problem, but that did also go well with the young man. They sent a letter to the army recruitment office in the province, and monk Atso went to Gou to speak with him about this. Gou was very excited about going to join the army, as this was a great opportunity for him to show everyone just how great he was. Atso however, was not as happy. Gou had been a failure in the ways of the Shaolin Monks, as he did not hold his humility to heart. But he was still happy that the boy he had help deliver and raise did what he truly wanted. It took the recruitment office’s recruiter one week to get to the Monastery. With him he had an armed escort of four men, of which two seamed hardened veterans. Gou met with the recruiter alongside monk Atso outside the Monastery gates. The recruiter looked at Gou with doubt in his eyes. How could a young monk with non but peace in his mind join the army? He wanted a demonstration of the young monk’s battle skills, and to make things quick he wanted him to battle one of his escorts. Monk Atso was just about to speak when Gou rose from his seat and accepted the challenge. That evening the battle was to take place, outside the Monastery gates at sunset. Gou was ready and so was his opponent. It was with great relief to the old monk Atso that the recruiter had not chosen one of his hardened veterans, but instead a young man in his early 20s, who perhaps had seen real battle once or twice. The dual began and the young soldier charged at the unarmed young monk with his sword drawn. The duel was over quickly, as the man had clearly never heard of the Shaolin Monks. With a single blow with both his fists, Gou sent the young man flying through the air, his armour greatly damaged, for that is the power of Shaolin Kung Fu. The recruiter could not believe his eyes, a fully armoured soldier beaten by an unarmed boy in a single blow. And with that, Gou’s recruitment into the military life was a fact. Gou stayed with the army for a full ten years, steadily growing stronger and more agile, and learning much of the ways of battle and war. It was during this time that he learned to use the Chinese sword, Jian. It was at this time that Gou’s life changed forever, one could perhaps even say it stopped. Gou had been promoted several times during his life in the army, but he had already reached the top. Being a captain, one could not progress further without coming from a very respectable family. At first Gou was furious about having his ambitions stopped by something so unimportant. However, he was contacted by a man in his office late one evening. The man wore untraditional clothes, and Gou had not noticed the man enter his office, in fact, his door had not even opened. “Who are you?” Gou asked bluntly. “My name is of no importance at this time.” answered the mysterious man, pulling back his hood and revealing a somewhat pale complexion. “I have an offer for you, captain. An offer from the Emperor himself, so to speak.” Gou sat silent at first, but then spoke. “What is this offer exactly?” he asked. “It’s more of an invitation then an actual offer actually, and I believe that you will not be able to resist.” then said the man, and smiled. “Through your entire life you have been chasing after power and respect, always wanting more, and more. However, for a simple human, like yourself, there has always been a limit, a cursed limit above which one cannot thread, am I not right?” Gou gives his answer with a simple nod. “This is why I have been asked to give you this offer. We can make sure you get power that you only thought possible in your wildest dreams.” continued the man. “But what’s the catch?” asked Gou bluntly. “Something like this is not simply given away.” “Hahaha, I like you, captain.” said the stranger. “You are smart, power hungry and you do not let others intimidate you. And that is why we got our eyes on you.” “The catch is really quite simple. You will quit the army, everyone will think you’re dead, and in one way you will be, but that’s beside the point. You will then start working for us, taking orders from those above you, and giving orders to those below you, it’s all quite simple but I don’t think you’re completely unfamiliar with any of that. With us however there is no limit to how far you can go, unless someone makes sure you stop dead that is, but I have a feeling that your not going to let that happen very easily.” Both men were silent for some time, Gou could not tell how long, before the man spoke again. “All we want from you right now is a yes; however there is no going back.” Gou did not need to think any longer. He stood up and said simply; “Yes.” The man smiled widely, showing very pronounced teeth, but before Gou could react everything went dark. He later awoke in a dark room. After looking around he noticed that he did not recognise the room at all. He felt weird, both hungry and thirsty, yet neither. Suddenly, the mysterious man stood in front of him, only this time dressed in more traditional clothing. The man, this time presenting himself as Jianguo, started telling Gou about his new life, or unlife, whatever one wishes to call it. He told of what he must do and what he must not do, what is possible and what is not, and of what is most likely not possible. He also told Gou that he should change his name, a common name was always better when being a vampire. Gou took the name Jin Wei, a fairly common family and given name at the time. And like this Jin’s life as a vampire began. He began figuring out more about his new powers with every year that passed, unlocking parts of himself he did not think possible. He also found out more about vampires in general, such as things about the other Bloodlines, and their common history. And as such time went by, emperors came and went, whole dynasties arose and fell. Times changed, yet Jin was not touched by the marks of time. Jin did not like the way the world he knew changed. Jin decided that he would soon be rid of this country and leave for Europe. He no longer felt close to the standards of the Black Rose, or that of his birth country. When the world had just experienced it’s second world war Jin took matters into his hands and left. When he was about to leave the hideout however, a man stood in his way. “You promised you would stay, Jin” said Jianguo. “There is no going back.” “I’m going forward.” replied Jin bluntly and drew his sword. What then happened can not be described as a battle. Jianguo, even though being a vampire, was not a fighter, and did not even have the time to react. It was murder. Jin’s sword had pierced through the chest of his former mentor, destroying his heart. “Why?” asked Jianguo with his last breath before falling dead to the floor as Jin pulled out his sword. Jin did not honour his, now, late mentor with an answer, instead speeding into the night before anyone could notice what had happened. He went to Europe, travelling in the back of a Soviet truck. When he arrived at the Soviet capital of Moscow he learned that the way into mainland Europe was blocked due to the Iron Curtain, cutting of east from west. He did, however, hear of another way into Europe from a man with much information. The border between Soviet and Finland was not that well protected, and at night one could easily come across, if one was fast enough. Jin paid a man plenty to drive him to the Soviet city closest to the border, money not really being a problem when you can move faster than others can see. Said and done, when Jin reached the border he simply ran across it in the woods, where there was nothing to stop him but a 10 feet fence. At the other side he started going north; wanting to cross into Sweden as soon as possible, snow really not being his thing. Crossing Finland was by no means a hard feat to accomplish, when he neared the northern parts however he noticed something that he had not noticed in Soviet or the southern parts of Finland, other vampires. These were different from the ones he himself belonged to, and from what he knew he quickly identified them as of the White Death Bloodline. He was, however, not the only one to notice someone, and he was spotted out as a vampire by the White Deaths. They were too many to fight alone, so Jin had no choice but to make a run for it. He could tell his kind was not welcome here. Running into Sweden he started encountering White Deaths more often, finally being overpowered and captured. The White Deaths sported many abilities Jin had never seen before, and he began too feel intrigued by them. Jin was brought chained before a White Death master vampire who wanted to know why he was in their territory. Jin answered with the truth, that he had forsaken his Bloodline and were simply travelling through here because the way through mainland Europe was closed. The master vampire seemed to believe him; Jin guessed that he had the power to tell lie from truth, just like some vampires from the Black Rose could. The master vampire said then that they could not simply let him go, not when he had seen some of the things he had seen. Upon hearing this, Jin asked of the vampire to let him work for him, for the White Death. At first the master vampire and his guard laughed, but when the master vampire caught the glimpse in Jin’s eyes he could tell that he was sincere. The master vampire, known as Victor, accepted to take in Jin as an underling as he thought it could be a rather amusing experience. Since then Jin has been, more or less, accepted among the White Deaths, and he works for them now. Powers: Specific powers: Kinetic Barrier Projection General Powers: Defy Gravity Create Illusions Skills: Jin is a skilled martial artist, having been trained since he was a child, and he wields many Kung Fu styles with near perfection. He is also very proficient with the Jian sword, having served with the weapon for many years. He is also quite skilled in utilizing his main power, the Kinetic Barrier Projection. Strictly physical, Jin is very quick and agile, but still packs quite a punch due to his martial training. Equipment: Except for his attire, Jin only carries two things, a cellular phone and his Jian sword. The sword is stored in a wooden scabbard which is carried on the inside of his trench coat, thus making it improbable too be seen. |
| #20 · Zima · den 17 december 2007, 04:05 | |
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En lång och fin bakgrunds historia. Din karaktär är godkänd. |
| #21 · Halvtand · den 17 december 2007, 16:37 | |
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Rikku, i framtiden kanske du vill tänka på att skriva karaktärens tankar i kursiv text, för att göra det hela enklare för oss andra? |
| #22 · Rikku · den 17 december 2007, 16:43 | |
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Ok, det ska jag tänka på. |
| #23 · Halvtand · den 17 december 2007, 17:20 | |
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Det uppskattas :) |
| #24 · Zima · den 17 december 2007, 17:40 | |
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Halvtand ritualen för att binda en vampyr till sig: The master vampire let the vampire that he want to bind to him drink his blood and then he speaks the words: Blood to Blood, Heart to Heart, Breath to Breath, Your life to mine. And then when he has said the words the binding is complete. |
| #25 · Halvtand · den 17 december 2007, 18:04 | |
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Går det att multi-köra så att alla dricker och sen sägs orden en gång? |
| #26 · Kyoroshii Mibu · den 17 december 2007, 21:16 | |
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god damn it, antar att jag e för sent ute med att lägga upp en char? har bara bakgrundshistorien kvar att skriva. |
| #27 · Halvtand · den 17 december 2007, 21:23 | |
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Ctitat #11 "Då har vi fyra stycken, Men det hindrar inte er som vill vara med från att ansöka." Zima har visserligen sista ordet. |
| #28 · Zima · den 18 december 2007, 01:01 | |
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#25 Ja det går... #26 Just nu har vi tillräckligt med spelar, men kanske lite senare i pbfet kan vi kanske ta in en eller två till. :) |
| #29 · Zima · den 19 december 2007, 23:01 | |
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Nu har lagt till lite mer specifikt om vad en mäster vampyr kan göra. Finns längst upp. |
| #30 · Zima · den 20 december 2007, 20:29 | |
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Vad gäller nu när det blir slagsmål. Ni skriver vad eran karaktär försöker göra och jag kommer skriva om det lyckades eller ej. Redigerat 2007-12-20, 20:30 av Zima |
| #31 · Embergem · den 24 december 2007, 01:13 | |
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Alltså jaedar, missade du helt vad Zima skrev eller? |
| #32 · Kyoroshii Mibu · den 24 december 2007, 05:34 | |
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Name: Jonathan "Silvertounge" Johansson Age: 400 Sex: Male From: Sweden Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: At first the appearance of Jonathan is that of an ordinary Heavy Metal fan, pale skin, long hair (although it´s white instead of the casual black), dressed in black and has a lot of piercings. He is 178cm tall and weighs about 176lbs, he looks like he´s in his twenties and though he doesn´t look very muscular his body is quite strong and fast. Personality: Coldhearted and coolheaded but also a very loyal person, he would never leave a wounded comrade behind but he would punish them afterwards for their incompetence. Background History: Jonathan was born in the 17th century in the southern parts of Sweden. His parents were very poor farmers but they had still managed to get many children that had all survived the plagues and other diseases that had been spreading in their village. Jonathan was the seventh son that had been born in the family and as he grew up there was no doubt that he had inherited, just like his brothers, their fathers will to work hard and even though they were poor they managed to survive by working at different farms and at the different castles that housed the noble families. Jonathan, although he had just reached the age of 15, had a very strong yet very agile body for someone so young. He was also very well liked in the village except for the village priest whom disliked Jonathans whole family since rumor had it that Jonathans father also were the seventh born son from his family but everyone in the village believed the priest to be out of his mind and wanted to hear nothing of it. The days passed by without any bigger events except for that one day when the priest lost his mind and tried to kill Jonathans father but was stopped by the head member of the village´s noble family. As a token of his gratitude, Jonathan´s father promised the nobility that his 3 youngest sons would start working at the castle as soon they reached the age of 19. The years passed and Jonathan soon reached the age of 19 and he as well as his brothers had started working as stable boys for the noble family that had saved their father and they enjoyed it, they were well treated by the nobles and they were all able to gather up enough money for their family so that they all could start living a better life. Another year went by and on the evening to his 20th birthday, Jonathan was walking home from the castle when he heard a woman scream. He ran towards the place where the scream came from and he soon came upon a couple of soldiers that were harassing a young woman. Without thinking he ran towards the soldiers and managed to push them away from the woman. He felt like he was overtaken by a primal feeling, to protect the woman even if he got himself killed. His fists knocked the soldiers to the ground over and over again when suddenly he felt an agonising pain in his back. He turned around and saw the son of the noble man whom he worked for staring down on him with a grin on his face. After that his vision went black. The next thing he knew is that he woke up he and found himself in what appeared to be a small wooden cabin that seemed to belong to a woodcutter. As he looked around he saw a pale man covering up the windows so that the sun couldn´t shine in. "Where am I?" Jonathan asked. "Who.." "You´re in my home and I´m... well you can call me... Incognito." "What happened? The last thing I remember is that bastard stabbing me in my back.." "I gave you a gift, a.. second chance if you want to call it that." "The woman?" "Raped and murdered by the soldiers that you fought." "I should be dead..." "And you almost were when I found you but as I said, I gave you a gift, an oppurtunity to get revenge but in return for this gift I want you to be my disciple, however.. there is a catch, no one and I mean no one, can now that you´re still alive since the word about your death has reached your family already." "But they´re my family!" "Not any longer. If they see you they will spread the word and then you´ll be dead for sure." Jonathan thought about what the man said and even though it pained him, to not be able to see his family again, he agreed to the mans terms. Later that day when the sun had set, the man; Incognito as he had introduced him left the cabin with Jonathan by his side. He had managed to teach him the basics of his new unholy life, about the positive sides and the negative. They traveled fast through the forest and soon reached the castle, they entered the castle grounds and then the barracks where they managed to find the soldiers from the other day quite fast. With his new powers Jonathan exacted his revenge swiftly and as soon as he had killed the soldiers they left the barracks and sought up the son. Jonathan had no trouble with taking down the son with his bare hands but as they were about to exit the castle the guards found the dead bodies and alerted the whole castle. They fled quickly back into the woods and back to the cabin. There the man quickly gathered his most important items and then took Jonathan with him away from the village. Years passed, decades passed and after 5 decades Jonathan returned to the village to check up on his family. But at the place where his childhood home had stood was nothing more than a plain patch of grass. He asked a wandering guard about what had happened and he was told that the family that had lived there was brutally murdered by the noble family since rumor had it that the youngest son was murdered by the nobles and that the brothers had exacted a revenge on the nobles son and so on. Jonathan grieved the horrible news and left the village again. He returned to his master and told him the news and was told that even though it pained his heart, the pain would settle. More years passed and for each year Jonathan grew wiser about his vampiric life and started to forget about his mortal heritage. After about 150 hundred years the two vampires agreed to that they would part ways for some time and explore the world on their own. Now as Jonathan has reached the age of 400 and has, for the time being, settled down in the town of Toledo, Ohio, he has taken on the appearance of a heavy metal fan as it suits his pale skin and long white hair and as many other vampires he has changed his name many times but one name that he insists on keeping is his nickname "Silvertounge". No one really knows how he got it and he has never told anyone either. Powers: Specific: Create pain with a touch of your hands General: Hypnotize people with your gaze and control them that way. Create illusions Skills: Jonathan is very good at creating tactics and diversions. He´s also very good in CQC due to his strong and flexible body. Equipment: 2 Desert Eagles, a pair of brass knuckles with spikes attached on it and five "clawed" rings. (http://www.antracit.se/cpg/albums/userpics/13838/thumb_kloringar.jpg) Redigerat 2007-12-24, 22:30 av Kyoroshii Mibu |
| #33 · Embergem · den 24 december 2007, 11:38 | |
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#32 Hur kan han vara 450 år gammal om han är född på 1600-talet? Dessutom så står det i hans utseende att han har vitt hår, medans det i bakgrunden står att han har svart. Redigerat 2007-12-24, 14:39 av Embergem |
| #34 · Kyoroshii Mibu · den 24 december 2007, 22:27 | |
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#33 några småmissar bara, ordnar det nu. |
| #35 · Zima · den 27 december 2007, 12:00 | |
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Då var din karaktär godkänd #32 En sak som jag har märkt och som jag har tollererat till nu är att folk hitta på karaktärer som inte är deras egen. Så det för ni inte göra längre, Jag bestämmer när nya karaktärer som polis, vampyrer m.m ska komma in i spelet. Ni får bara lov att bestämma över era egen karaktär. Ett undatag är Mäster vampyren som spelas av halvtand han har viss kontroll över era karaktär bara för att han är era karaktärs mästare. God Jul & Gott Nytt År!! |
| #36 · Hyuuga Harusame · den 27 december 2007, 16:24 | |
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Fair enough. |
| #37 · Halvtand · den 27 december 2007, 16:28 | |
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Mycket bra regel måste jag säga, det är ju ändå SL som ska leda spelet, och då måste han ju ha full kontroll över vad för folk vi träffar på och när vi träffar dem. |
| #38 · Garreth · den 28 december 2007, 16:09 | |
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Känns som det var en grundläggande regel man fastställde vid begynnelsen av rollspel över huvud taget. |
| #39 · Halvtand · den 28 december 2007, 17:17 | |
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Jaedar, du måste verkligen börja använda kommatecken, det är väldigt svårt att förstå vad du menar annars. |
| #40 · jaedar · den 29 december 2007, 00:49 | |
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Det har varenda svenska lärare sagt till mig.... |
| #41 · Embergem · den 29 december 2007, 01:20 | |
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Dom hade rätt. |
| #42 · jaedar · den 29 december 2007, 01:40 | |
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*Fnys* *Mega fnys* |
| #43 · Rikku · den 30 december 2007, 11:43 | |
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Jag kommer vara borta mellan den 2:a å 5:e januari.. |
| #44 · Zima · den 2 januari 2008, 17:37 | |
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Okie... Själv har man varit borta ett tag... Glömde skriva det :S *Sorry* Då har Kyoroshii Mibu karaktär Jonathan kommit till i vårat lilla pbf.... Redigerat 2008-01-02, 17:39 av Zima |
| #45 · Zima · den 8 januari 2008, 13:25 | |
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Rikku du måste ändra i ditt inlägg, verkar som du har missat mitt lilla inlägg. |
| #46 · Rikku · den 8 januari 2008, 21:26 | |
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Ojjj, missade den biten :S sry, men har ändrat nu |
| #47 · Halvtand · den 8 januari 2008, 22:18 | |
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Verkar som om SL missat en del av utvecklingen i spelet :P |
| #48 · Zima · den 8 januari 2008, 22:44 | |
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vad har jag missat halvtand? |
| #49 · Halvtand · den 8 januari 2008, 22:56 | |
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Till exempel att Shagya inte var med Ivan, utan satt fast i kloaken som den råtta han är :P |
| #50 · Zima · den 8 januari 2008, 23:11 | |
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Missade inte det, beslutade att han inte fick vara kvar där längre... Såg inte poängen med att han skulle vara nere i kloakerna och rota så han fick gå upp till Ivan och hjälpa honom. |
| #51 · jaedar · den 10 januari 2008, 14:24 | |
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Giftet har paralyserat honom Zima, men han snart på fötter igen. |
| #52 · Zima · den 14 januari 2008, 03:13 | |
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Nu har jag tillsatt en vice SL som kommer hjälpa till med att leda pbf. Positionen som vice SL har blivit tilldelad Hyuuga Harusame som kommer hjälpa mig med pbfet. |
| #53 · Hyuuga Harusame · den 14 januari 2008, 03:21 | |
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At your service, sir! |
| #54 · Halvtand · den 14 januari 2008, 03:24 | |
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Personligen hade jag nog valt någon utanför PBFet för att inte "förstöra" för spelaren, men SL har makten, och jag tänker inte gnälla, ett bra lyft för spelet som nu kommer bli ett snäpp aktivare varje gång min fot gör kontakt med Hyuugas arsle. |
| #55 · Zima · den 14 januari 2008, 04:01 | |
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Tror faktist hyuuga harusame klarar av det, han har redan hjälp mig en heldel med pbfet sedan tidigare så det kommer nog gå himla bra ,) |
| #56 · Hyuuga Harusame · den 14 januari 2008, 17:48 | |
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Och min första lag som Vice SL i detta PBF är: Hitta inte på egna saker. Om det nu är så att ni verkligen vill göra det, så måste ni kontakta antingen Zima eller mig och fråga efter tillåtelser. |
| #57 · jaedar · den 21 januari 2008, 00:23 | |
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Jag är fortfarande nere i kloakerna men ser till att joina er shortly. |
| #58 · Halvtand · den 21 januari 2008, 00:28 | |
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SL säger att du inte är i kloakerna. |
| #59 · jaedar · den 22 januari 2008, 06:31 | |
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Berättar även sl på vilket sätt jag tog mig från kloakerna? |
| #60 · Hyuuga Harusame · den 22 januari 2008, 10:19 | |
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#59 Nej, men nu är du i rummet med oss, för att spelet ska kunna driva framåt. Har du nånting emot det? |
| #61 · Halvtand · den 23 januari 2008, 13:34 | |
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Maxander, Vincent ska inte till hemmet, han ska gå själv till kontoret. |
| #62 · maxander · den 23 januari 2008, 13:52 | |
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Ok, läste fel då. Ändrar nu direkt. |
| #63 · maxander · den 31 januari 2008, 18:01 | |
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Ok, inget har hänt på nu tre dagar, kom igen nu, SL du borde nog ta tag i detta nu så vi kan fortsätta. |
| #64 · jaedar · den 4 februari 2008, 16:39 | |
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Nu förolämpade jag hela bunten och sen är alla tysta :P |
| #65 · Embergem · den 9 februari 2008, 17:54 | |
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Men shit, vad händer egentligen? Var är Zima? |
| #66 · Kyoroshii Mibu · den 9 februari 2008, 18:10 | |
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Om inte han kommer och hugger tag i det här så får väl Tong göra det, han är ju ändå vice SL... |
| #67 · Halvtand · den 9 februari 2008, 20:33 | |
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Jag har skrivit till Zima, men han är tydligen inte i närheten av en dator för tillfället, det bästa att göra är nog att vice tar gruppen på ett side-quest eller liknande under tiden, tills någon får tag på Zima. |
| #68 · maxander · den 10 februari 2008, 15:10 | |
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Håller med, detta börjar bli lite drygt. |
| #69 · L. Lawliet · den 11 februari 2008, 14:31 | |
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Jag får ta över så länge. |
| #70 · jaedar · den 15 februari 2008, 15:36 | |
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I hope you know what your doing Vincent. The women are not trustworthy. Den meningen tänkte bara Shagya. |
| #71 · Embergem · den 15 februari 2008, 16:41 | |
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Tänker din karaktär bör du skriva tanken i kursiv. |
| #72 · Halvtand · den 15 februari 2008, 23:03 | |
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Och med kommatecken. |
| #73 · Zima · den 29 februari 2008, 21:31 | |
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Vad är det som har hänt..... Jag har varit fruktansvärt upptagen med andra saker och jag har inte hunnit var här på catahya på ett tag och vad är det jag ser. Stilla stående pbf... Detta var ju verkligen inte bra.... Får väll göra något åt det får just nu är jag tyvärr onykter... får se om jag kan göra något åt det hela. Men först måste jag få veta vem som fortfarande är interreserad att forstätta... |
| #74 · Halvtand · den 29 februari 2008, 21:33 | |
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Fantasin flödar med vinet och kvinnorna, vet du inte det? |
| #75 · Kyoroshii Mibu · den 29 februari 2008, 21:37 | |
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Jag är fortfarande intresserad av att fortsätta, väntar dock bara på att få respons från alla andra som är med, :P |
| #76 · Rikku · den 1 mars 2008, 17:22 | |
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Jag vill fortsätta ^^ |
| #77 · maxander · den 1 mars 2008, 19:01 | |
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Samma här. |
| #78 · maxander · den 11 mars 2008, 13:23 | |
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Ok Zima, ska detta rollspelet fortsätta eller inte? Flera har sagt att dem är intresserade av att fortsätta men du har ändå vägrat att antingen fortsätta eller berätta att du lägger ner det hela. |
| #79 · Halvtand · den 11 mars 2008, 13:32 | |
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Verkar som om han bara kom in en liten stund och sedan försvann igen... |
| #80 · maxander · den 11 mars 2008, 19:34 | |
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Verkar så... |
| #81 · Halvtand · den 3 april 2008, 02:41 | |
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Tyvärr måste vi nog räkna detta pbf som dött nu, SL har inte varit inloggad på catahya på mer än en månad, och vice-SL ve inte vad han ska göra åt saken... |
| #82 · Zima · den 18 april 2008, 21:19 | |
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Då ställer jag frågan... Vilka här vill forsätta med pbf:et eller rättare sagt starta om ? Kontakta mig eller halvtand... *Helst halvtand så kan han konstakta mig* |
| #83 · Rikku · den 22 april 2008, 09:32 | |
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Jag skulle kunna tänka mig det, bara det inte blir som förra gången du undrade vilka som ville fortsätta.... det blev ju inte direkt så mycket då... |
| #84 · maxander · den 23 april 2008, 21:40 | |
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I'm in. |
| #85 · maxander · den 30 april 2008, 15:31 | |
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Har tråden redan dött? |
| #86 · Embergem · den 2 maj 2008, 10:54 | |
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Det ser ju inte ljust ut, så mycket kan man säga. |
| #87 · Zima · den 2 maj 2008, 20:21 | |
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nej tråden har inte dött. Väntade bara på att se hur många som vart intresserad av att ta upp detta pbf:et igen. Börja skriva på era kraktärer och posta dom. |
| #88 · Embergem · den 5 maj 2008, 17:13 | |
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Jag antar att det är möjligt att spela med samma vampyr som i det förra? |
| #89 · Halvtand · den 5 maj 2008, 17:28 | |
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Ja, då kommer the new resurected ultimate Vincent: Name: Sigtyr Brandrson, calls himself "Vincent" Age: 1048 Sex: Male From: Sweden Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: Vincent has the appearance of an old, but still healthy man, his skin is wrinkled and dry, his hair long and white, but he has not lost any of it due to age. His body is that of a man who in his youth was big and strong, but who has lost most of it due to age. He is about 175 cm long and weights about 85 kg. As for clothes, he wears an old, black suit, white shirt and dark red tie, with a dark brown coat over his shoulders, in his hand, an old cane. (See equipment) Personality: Vincent is a likeable man, he rarely talks bad or brag about what he can or have done. He is somewhat of a loner, but is still functional in a group. Background History: Sigtyr was born in the year 960, in June. He was raised in what today is known as “Foteviken”. Oddly, he was the lone child of a young couple, as he reached 15, he thought about that a lot. Later, he found out from the village’s healing-lady that his father, Brandr, had been hurt badly during a trip to the British Isles, and could therefore not “perform” anymore. As for growing up, life was pretty normal for Sigtyr, as a child, he often played glima with his friends, tried to attend to every snowball war that was set up by the adults; in short, he lived the life most young boys in those days had. All was not fun and games, though, he had his chores to do, feeding the animals, helping his mother with her work and all other usual stuff. When it came to puberty, Sigtyr started to grow like mad, he was a bit short as a boy, but grew to a fine man, tall and strong, he drank mead like water and threw his opponents around like nothing in the games of glima, but he never bragged about what he did, and was well thought of by his friends for this. By the age of 18, Brandr took Sigtyr on his first plundering, they went to the cursed British Isles, but luck was on their side this time. With a small fleet of five ships, they made land in a small bay only a few hundred meters away from a stone and wood stronghold. There, they slept, waiting for the night to come, and almost go. Pure logic says that the best time to strike is early in the morning, the night guards are tired, the day guards are not yet fully awake, and it is either still dark outside, or the morning sun is stinging in the eyes of the tired guards. Just before the sun arose, Sigtyr and all of the others was waken by the two who had kept guard, they drank some mead, picked up their weapons and started to walk towards the stronghold. As the sun started to shine upon the world, Sigtyr and the men were almost by the walls, but were spotted. Arrows started to fly but were stopped by the Vikings shields. Sigtyr was given the task of burning down the wooden wall, and while he was protected, he placed dry wood at the bottom of the wall, and used his dagger and some tinder to get the fire started, and not until the fire had set into the wall did he back away, giving the defenders minimal time to do something about it. As the Vikings backed away from the deathzone (where the archers easily can hit a crack in the defence) they saw how the fire grew larger and larger until a part of the wall collapsed. The Vikings made a mad rush for the newly opened entrance, knowing that it would not be long before it was heavily guarded. With their shields raised, they ran the first line of defence down and stomped them to death while fighting those behind them. The Vikings pored in to the fort and made short work with the defenders, many killed with every strike, as the defending force was not as well trained as they who attacked. Sigtyr himself killed eight men during this raid, and stood guard by their entrance-hole covered in blood while the others gathered the loot. No one came to counterattack, so the Viking gathered what they could carry and went back to the ships, every man who survived went home as a rich man. Home again, young Sigtyr made use of his talent as the newbie of the trip, and told the story to anyone who wanted to listen, every time, the defenders grew in numbers, and the odds leaned more and more against the attacking Vikings. But it was a good story; it inspired the young to grow stronger and braver. Not long thereafter, Sigtyr found himself a wife, a beautiful young girl named Embla, with her, he got two sons and one daughter, they started families of their own, and Vincent could follow his own bloodline well into the 14th century, when the black death got the last heirs. As the man he was, Sigtyr joined many travels, both for plundering and for trading. He lived a rich, long life, was supported by his children when he grew too old. Sorrow struck when he was 46, when Embla died from sickness, but despite this, Sigtyr lived well into his 50s. A feat of no small stature, Sigtyrs family became very popular because of him being some sort of super-man. One chill, rainy winter’s night, at age 57, Sigtyr was ready to face death. Strangers came in the night, targeting Sigtyrs oldest son, Sigvard. Too old to carry a sword, Sigtyr was handed a spear and covered one of the windows. Sigvard had stolen a girl from a small village in what now is Denmark. The girl, who a few months later became Sigvards wife, was so beautiful that some twenty other men that wanted her came in the night to steal her away. What the strangers did not know, was that Sigvard and his wife-to-be was by that time long gone. They, together with Eskil and Eldríðr, Sigtyr’s other children, had taken Sigtys boat, and sailed away a few hours ago. In the BrandR-farm, only Sigtyr and a handful of his closest friends remained to slay the threat. When the strangers came, Sigtyr and his friends hid, and did not attack until all of the strangers was inside the longhouse. It was a fierce fight, but in the end, Sigtyr and his friends managed to chase the intruders away. To celebrate their victory, Sigtyr opened a barrel of mead. Sigtyr awoke early in the morning with smoke in his eyes. The intruders where back, and had set his house on fire. As the friends tried to get out, they realised that is was time to join Odin, in Valhall. But just in case, they swore to get revenge, if they made it out alive. As on command, one of the walls caved in, and Sigtyr, who was closest to it, climbed out. Once outside, though severely burned, he helped one of his friends to climb when the roof collapsed. Most of his friends where buried beneath the burning wood. The one Sigtyr was helping died when a large log landed on his back. Sigtyr did what he could and fled, for the moment. After a couple of days in the woods, Sigtyr was exhausted. He was too old to hunt, too weak to make his way to the nearest neighbour. As Sigtyr lay down by an old oak, darkness fell, and with it came a mysterious stranger. The stranger said that he had seen the attack on Sigtyrs home, and that he knew who had done it. He also promised to take Sigtyr to them, if he only would feed the stranger. As Sigtyr was a generous man, he accepted, but before he could explain to the stranger that all his food was gone in the fire. He felt two sharp teeth sink into his throat. Sigtyr awoke about a hour later, full of energy and power, he felt like 40 again, he said. The stranger taught Sigtyr to control himself, and the newfound powers he now possessed, he was told about other vampire bloodlines, the hierarchy, everything. Together with his master, Sigtyr hunted down his killers, and each time he drank the blood of an enemy, he felt more powerful than before. But as the last of Sigtyrs banemen was killed, the master walked away, and to this day, Sigtyr has never seen him again. As the family-man we was, Sigtyr stuck around for a few hundred years, protecting his family from stray vampires and other dangers of the night, while he fed from them himself, but not giving them vampirism. Realising that he could not stay in one place for too long, Sigtyr left Sweden in the spring anno 1487, he left to see the world. He got as far as India before he was intercepted by a small group of Black Rose younglings. He killed them all before they realised what kind of a threat he was. Oddly fascinated by the enemy’s strange weapons, he took a sword with him as he went back home. The weapon was cleverly concealed as a cane, with the blade hidden on the inside. He travelled to England, got a new name and a new set of clothes, and stayed for a while. In the following time, he moved a lot, never stayed in one place more than ten years, never telling anyone that he was moving or where to be found. He stayed out of Africa, Asia, and the southern half of America, just in case. Powers: Specific: Cutting aura. General: Defy gravity. Create illusions. Skills: Vincent may not be the strongest, nor the fastest of vampires, but his memory exceeds that of the elephants, from the day he was born, to the day he was reborn, and the again until now, everything is as fresh as yesterday. If this is because of his vampirism or just an extraordinary trait, no one knows. Equipment: The clothes he wears, a sword cane, and an old Winchester rifle on his back. (http://www.artswords.com/Japanese_Sword_Cane_042407.htm) Redigerat 2008-05-05, 19:06 av Halvtand |
| #90 · Embergem · den 5 maj 2008, 18:11 | |
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Name: Jin Wei, born with the name Gou Age: 631 years old Sex: Male From: China Bloodline: Black Rose Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: Jin is of normal height for an Asian man, but considered somewhat short to western standards. He is 5´7", and weighs in at about 132 lbs. He sports a shaved head and dark brown eyes. His facial appearance clearly shows his Chinese origin, and except for eyebrows he has no facial hair. Jin normally wears khaki pants, a white undershirt with a dark red shirt and an auburn trench coat. Personality: Jin is somewhat emotionally detached. Well sure, he is about as prone to find himself in a furious rage as anyone else, but he seldom has, or shows, any feelings towards other individuals. Those that do stand at the receiving end of any emotion are most likely someone he can easily relate to, or someone that has been close to him for extended periods of time. Background History: Gou was born 1376 in the Henan province in central China during the early Ming Dynasty. His mother and father were very poor, and could not support a second child. The elderly monk from the nearby Shaolin Monastery that had helped deliver the baby told the parents that the monks would gladly take the young boy in and raise him amongst themselves. Due to tradition however, Gou could not be taken too the Monastery until his fifth birthday. He was however, being a future monk, entitled too a share of the food given as charity to the Shaolin monks. This meant the poor family did not need to divide their already scarce supplies. On the day of Gou’s fifth birthday, the elderly monk once again appeared. This was the first time that Gou met the monk, although he had already been told by his parents what awaited him. The monk took the young boy outside too speak with him alone. He asked Gou if the life of a monk was what he wanted, he told him of the many hardships of being a monk, but also of the rewards of late life. He told of the spiritualistic and physical training. He told him that he did not want to take the boy away from is parents unless he himself wanted it so, but he also told of the family’s poor situation, and what would happen without the support of the monks if he decided to stay. Gou had already thought it through several times before. He was a smart boy, and he understood that his family would probably not survive if he decided to stay. As such he told the monk that he would join the monks at the monastery. The elderly monk smiled a little, having seen great wisdom in Gou and then took the boy back inside. There he told Gou’s parents that he would now take the boy with him, and he gave them a moment alone too say their goodbyes. Jin does not remember clearly, but he remembers his mother crying and his father shedding tears silently, but still keeping his posture as he told his son how much he loved him. Gou left with the monk thereafter. He needed not pack anything to take with him, as the Shaolin Monks do not have any possessions except for their garbs. They arrived at the Shaolin Monastery as the sky was growing dark. The monk, now having presented himself as Atso, showed Gou to the building that would now work as his quarters. Inside there were many beds, still empty except for one. On this bed laid a monks garb. “This will be your bed from this day forward.” Said Atso and pointed towards the bed. “The garbs upon it are the ones you will wear until cleaning is required, when you will be given a replacement.” Monk Atso explained a few more things before he left Gou to attend to other matters. Gou quickly changed into his new garbs ant went to sleep, being tired from the many new things, but also because monk Atso had told him to be well rested for the next day. The next day, Gou was accepted as a monk in an official ritual, and also began his rigorous training that would go on for his entire life. Or at least was supposed to. The years passed. He learned how to read and write, how to meditate and humility. He learned the martial art of the Shaolin Monks. He learned all that was taught to him and he always wanted more. In the beginning, it was just thought that he was a good learner, but it soon became clear to the older monks that Gou had a very competitive mind. He wanted to be the best. He wanted to learn more then the others of his age group. He wanted more than the life of a monk. This pained monk Atso who had taken a personal liking to the boy, but if he stayed with the monks for long it would eventually lead to him hurting someone, or hurting himself. A few years more passed, but Gou had yet not managed to cause any trouble. This was the year of his 19th birthday, and the country was in a time of change. The old Emperor had died and his grandson had taken his place as Emperor. The new Emperor called out for young men to join his army, as he was putting large funding into expanding China to the south. The older monks saw this as an opportunity to do something with Gou before he became a problem, but that did also go well with the young man. They sent a letter to the army recruitment office in the province, and monk Atso went to Gou to speak with him about this. Gou was very excited about going to join the army, as this was a great opportunity for him to show everyone just how great he was. Atso however, was not as happy. Gou had been a failure in the ways of the Shaolin Monks, as he did not hold his humility to heart. But he was still happy that the boy he had help deliver and raise did what he truly wanted. It took the recruitment office’s recruiter one week to get to the Monastery. With him he had an armed escort of four men, of which two seamed hardened veterans. Gou met with the recruiter alongside monk Atso outside the Monastery gates. The recruiter looked at Gou with doubt in his eyes. How could a young monk with non but peace in his mind join the army? He wanted a demonstration of the young monk’s battle skills, and to make things quick he wanted him to battle one of his escorts. Monk Atso was just about to speak when Gou rose from his seat and accepted the challenge. That evening the battle was to take place, outside the Monastery gates at sunset. Gou was ready and so was his opponent. It was with great relief to the old monk Atso that the recruiter had not chosen one of his hardened veterans, but instead a young man in his early 20s, who perhaps had seen real battle once or twice. The dual began and the young soldier charged at the unarmed young monk with his sword drawn. The duel was over quickly, as the man had clearly never heard of the Shaolin Monks. With a single blow with both his fists, Gou sent the young man flying through the air, his armour greatly damaged, for that is the power of Shaolin Kung Fu. The recruiter could not believe his eyes, a fully armoured soldier beaten by an unarmed boy in a single blow. And with that, Gou’s recruitment into the military life was a fact. Gou stayed with the army for a full ten years, steadily growing stronger and more agile, and learning much of the ways of battle and war. It was during this time that he learned to use the Chinese sword, Jian. It was at this time that Gou’s life changed forever, one could perhaps even say it stopped. Gou had been promoted several times during his life in the army, but he had already reached the top. Being a captain, one could not progress further without coming from a very respectable family. At first Gou was furious about having his ambitions stopped by something so unimportant. However, he was contacted by a man in his office late one evening. The man wore untraditional clothes, and Gou had not noticed the man enter his office, in fact, his door had not even opened. “Who are you?” Gou asked bluntly. “My name is of no importance at this time.” answered the mysterious man, pulling back his hood and revealing a somewhat pale complexion. “I have an offer for you, captain. An offer from the Emperor himself, so to speak.” Gou sat silent at first, but then spoke. “What is this offer exactly?” he asked. “It’s more of an invitation then an actual offer actually, and I believe that you will not be able to resist.” then said the man, and smiled. “Through your entire life you have been chasing after power and respect, always wanting more, and more. However, for a simple human, like yourself, there has always been a limit, a cursed limit above which one cannot thread, am I not right?” Gou gives his answer with a simple nod. “This is why I have been asked to give you this offer. We can make sure you get power that you only thought possible in your wildest dreams.” continued the man. “But what’s the catch?” asked Gou bluntly. “Something like this is not simply given away.” “Hahaha, I like you, captain.” said the stranger. “You are smart, power hungry and you do not let others intimidate you. And that is why we got our eyes on you.” “The catch is really quite simple. You will quit the army, everyone will think you’re dead, and in one way you will be, but that’s beside the point. You will then start working for us, taking orders from those above you, and giving orders to those below you, it’s all quite simple but I don’t think you’re completely unfamiliar with any of that. With us however there is no limit to how far you can go, unless someone makes sure you stop dead that is, but I have a feeling that your not going to let that happen very easily.” Both men were silent for some time, Gou could not tell how long, before the man spoke again. “All we want from you right now is a yes; however there is no going back.” Gou did not need to think any longer. He stood up and said simply; “Yes.” The man smiled widely, showing very pronounced teeth, but before Gou could react everything went dark. He later awoke in a dark room. After looking around he noticed that he did not recognize the room at all. He felt weird, both hungry and thirsty, yet neither. Suddenly, the mysterious man stood in front of him, only this time dressed in more traditional clothing. The man, this time presenting himself as Jianguo, started telling Gou about his new life, or unlife, whatever one wishes to call it. He told of what he must do and what he must not do, what is possible and what is not, and of what is most likely not possible. He also told Gou that he should change his name, a common name was always better when being a vampire. Gou took the name Jin Wei, a fairly common family and given name at the time. And like this Jin’s life as a vampire began. He began figuring out more about his new powers with every year that passed, unlocking parts of himself he did not think possible. He also found out more about vampires in general, such as things about the other Bloodlines, and their common history. And as such time went by, emperors came and went, whole dynasties arose and fell. Times changed, yet Jin was not touched by the marks of time. Jin did not like the way the world he knew changed. Jin decided that he would soon be rid of this country and leave for Europe. He no longer felt close to the standards of the Black Rose, or that of his birth country. When the world had just experienced it’s second world war Jin took matters into his hands and left. When he was about to leave the hideout however, a man stood in his way. “You promised you would stay, Jin” said Jianguo. “There is no going back.” “I’m going forward.” replied Jin bluntly and drew his sword. What then happened can not be described as a battle. Jianguo, even though being a vampire, was not a fighter, and did not even have the time to react. It was murder. Jin’s sword had pierced through the chest of his former mentor, destroying his heart. “Why?” asked Jianguo with his last breath before falling dead to the floor as Jin pulled out his sword. Jin did not honour his, now, late mentor with an answer, instead speeding into the night before anyone could notice what had happened. He went to Europe, travelling in the back of a Soviet truck. When he arrived at the Soviet capital of Moscow he learned that the way into mainland Europe was blocked due to the Iron Curtain, cutting of east from west. He did, however, hear of another way into Europe from a man with much information. The border between Soviet and Finland was not that well protected, and at night one could easily come across, if one was fast enough. Jin paid a man plenty to drive him to the Soviet city closest to the border, money not really being a problem when you can move faster than others can see. Said and done, when Jin reached the border he simply ran across it in the woods, where there was nothing to stop him but a 10 feet fence. At the other side he started going north; wanting to cross into Sweden as soon as possible, snow really not being his thing. Crossing Finland was by no means a hard feat to accomplish, when he neared the northern parts however he noticed something that he had not noticed in Soviet or the southern parts of Finland, other vampires. These were different from the ones he himself belonged to, and from what he knew he quickly identified them as of the White Death Bloodline. He was, however, not the only one to notice someone, and he was spotted out as a vampire by the White Deaths. They were too many to fight alone, so Jin had no choice but to make a run for it. He could tell his kind was not welcome here. Running into Sweden he started encountering White Deaths more often, finally being overpowered and captured. The White Deaths sported many abilities Jin had never seen before, and he began too feel intrigued by them. Jin was brought chained before a White Death master vampire who wanted to know why he was in their territory. Jin answered with the truth, that he had forsaken his Bloodline and were simply travelling through here because the way through mainland Europe was closed. The master vampire seemed to believe him; Jin guessed that he had the power to tell lie from truth, just like some vampires from the Black Rose could. The master vampire said then that they could not simply let him go, not when he had seen some of the things he had seen. Upon hearing this, Jin asked of the vampire to let him work for him, for the White Death. At first the master vampire and his guard laughed, but when the master vampire caught the glimpse in Jin’s eyes he could tell that he was sincere. The master vampire, known as Victor, accepted to take in Jin as an underling as he thought it could be a rather amusing experience. Since then Jin has been, more or less, accepted among the White Deaths, and he works for them now. Powers: Specific powers: Kinetic Barrier Projection General Powers: Defy Gravity Create Illusions Skills: Jin is a skilled martial artist, having been trained since he was a child, and he wields many Kung Fu styles with near perfection. He is also very proficient with the Jian sword, having served with the weapon for many years. He is also quite skilled in utilizing his main power, the Kinetic Barrier Projection. Strictly physical, Jin is very quick and agile, but still packs quite a punch due to his martial training. Thanks to his martial training as a Shaolin monk, Jin also possess what is referred to as an Iron body amongst martial arts groups, meaning simply that he has trained his body to be able to take vast amounts of punishment. Equipment: Except for his attire, Jin only carries two things, a cellular phone and his Jian sword. The sword is stored in a wooden scabbard which is carried on the inside of his trench coat, thus making it improbable too be seen. Redigerat 2008-05-09, 22:55 av Embergem |
| #91 · maxander · den 5 maj 2008, 18:52 | |
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Jag skulle då använda sammakaraktär som innan, tycker inte det är lönt att sätta upp karaktären igen på tråden när den redan finns här. #3 |
| #92 · Embergem · den 5 maj 2008, 19:58 | |
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#91 Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V Han kanske vill ha alla samlade i slutet av tråden för att lättare se vilka som fortfarande är med. |
| #93 · Zima · den 5 maj 2008, 21:48 | |
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Precis som Embergem sa. Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V. DÅ ser jag vilka som är med. Emebergem och halvtand är godkända. ;) |
| #94 · Kyoroshii Mibu · den 5 maj 2008, 22:16 | |
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well, eftersom detta är det senaste vampyrpbf:et på länge så känner jag (trots att jag ej svarat på Halvtands påtryckningar i min gb... :P) att det är lika bra att fortsätta. Name: Jonathan "Silvertounge" Johansson Age: 400 Sex: Male From: Sweden Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: At first the appearance of Jonathan is that of an ordinary Heavy Metal fan, pale skin, long hair (although it´s white instead of the casual black), dressed in black and has a lot of piercings. He is 178cm tall and weighs about 176lbs, he looks like he´s in his twenties and though he doesn´t look very muscular his body is quite strong and fast. Personality: Coldhearted and coolheaded but also a very loyal person, he would never leave a wounded comrade behind but he would punish them afterwards for their incompetence. Background History: Jonathan was born in the 17th century in the southern parts of Sweden. His parents were very poor farmers but they had still managed to get many children that had all survived the plagues and other diseases that had been spreading in their village. Jonathan was the seventh son that had been born in the family and as he grew up there was no doubt that he had inherited, just like his brothers, their fathers will to work hard and even though they were poor they managed to survive by working at different farms and at the different castles that housed the noble families. Jonathan, although he had just reached the age of 15, had a very strong yet very agile body for someone so young. He was also very well liked in the village except for the village priest whom disliked Jonathans whole family since rumor had it that Jonathans father also were the seventh born son from his family but everyone in the village believed the priest to be out of his mind and wanted to hear nothing of it. The days passed by without any bigger events except for that one day when the priest lost his mind and tried to kill Jonathans father but was stopped by the head member of the village´s noble family. As a token of his gratitude, Jonathan´s father promised the nobility that his 3 youngest sons would start working at the castle as soon they reached the age of 19. The years passed and Jonathan soon reached the age of 19 and he as well as his brothers had started working as stable boys for the noble family that had saved their father and they enjoyed it, they were well treated by the nobles and they were all able to gather up enough money for their family so that they all could start living a better life. Another year went by and on the evening to his 20th birthday, Jonathan was walking home from the castle when he heard a woman scream. He ran towards the place where the scream came from and he soon came upon a couple of soldiers that were harassing a young woman. Without thinking he ran towards the soldiers and managed to push them away from the woman. He felt like he was overtaken by a primal feeling, to protect the woman even if he got himself killed. His fists knocked the soldiers to the ground over and over again when suddenly he felt an agonising pain in his back. He turned around and saw the son of the noble man whom he worked for staring down on him with a grin on his face. After that his vision went black. The next thing he knew is that he woke up he and found himself in what appeared to be a small wooden cabin that seemed to belong to a woodcutter. As he looked around he saw a pale man covering up the windows so that the sun couldn´t shine in. "Where am I?" Jonathan asked. "Who.." "You´re in my home and I´m... well you can call me... Incognito." "What happened? The last thing I remember is that bastard stabbing me in my back.." "I gave you a gift, a.. second chance if you want to call it that." "The woman?" "Raped and murdered by the soldiers that you fought." "I should be dead..." "And you almost were when I found you but as I said, I gave you a gift, an oppurtunity to get revenge but in return for this gift I want you to be my disciple, however.. there is a catch, no one and I mean no one, can now that you´re still alive since the word about your death has reached your family already." "But they´re my family!" "Not any longer. If they see you they will spread the word and then you´ll be dead for sure." Jonathan thought about what the man said and even though it pained him, to not be able to see his family again, he agreed to the mans terms. Later that day when the sun had set, the man; Incognito as he had introduced him left the cabin with Jonathan by his side. He had managed to teach him the basics of his new unholy life, about the positive sides and the negative. They traveled fast through the forest and soon reached the castle, they entered the castle grounds and then the barracks where they managed to find the soldiers from the other day quite fast. With his new powers Jonathan exacted his revenge swiftly and as soon as he had killed the soldiers they left the barracks and sought up the son. Jonathan had no trouble with taking down the son with his bare hands but as they were about to exit the castle the guards found the dead bodies and alerted the whole castle. They fled quickly back into the woods and back to the cabin. There the man quickly gathered his most important items and then took Jonathan with him away from the village. Years passed, decades passed and after 5 decades Jonathan returned to the village to check up on his family. But at the place where his childhood home had stood was nothing more than a plain patch of grass. He asked a wandering guard about what had happened and he was told that the family that had lived there was brutally murdered by the noble family since rumor had it that the youngest son was murdered by the nobles and that the brothers had exacted a revenge on the nobles son and so on. Jonathan grieved the horrible news and left the village again. He returned to his master and told him the news and was told that even though it pained his heart, the pain would settle. More years passed and for each year Jonathan grew wiser about his vampiric life and started to forget about his mortal heritage. After about 150 hundred years the two vampires agreed to that they would part ways for some time and explore the world on their own. Now as Jonathan has reached the age of 400 and has, for the time being, settled down in the town of Toledo, Ohio, he has taken on the appearance of a heavy metal fan as it suits his pale skin and long white hair and as many other vampires he has changed his name many times but one name that he insists on keeping is his nickname "Silvertounge". No one really knows how he got it and he has never told anyone either. Powers: Specific: Create pain with a touch of your hands General: Hypnotize people with your gaze and control them that way. Create illusions Skills: Jonathan is very good at creating tactics and diversions. He´s also very good in CQC due to his strong and flexible body. Equipment: 2 Desert Eagles, a pair of brass knuckles with spikes attached on it and five "clawed" rings. (http://www.antracit.se/cpg/albums/userpics/13838/thumb_kloringar.jpg) |
| #95 · maxander · den 5 maj 2008, 23:23 | |
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#93, 94 Med tanke på att min karaktär är den fjärde översta finner jag det ganska svårt att tro att det skulle vara särskilt jobbigt, men utifall du gör det Zima så varsågod. Name: Ivan Borgevin Age: 307 Sex: Male From: Bulgary Bloodline: White Death Race: Vampire Class: Normal Appearance: Ivan is a long man who looks at a first glance as a man in his prime since his age hasen´t affected him much yet. He has long darkgray hair which matches his pale skin. He isn´t very muscular so by looking at him you might suspect him toi be weak. He is about 180 cm and weights about 70 kg. As for clothing he wears a long black coat and beneath it a black shirt with a gray tie. His pants is as well as his shirt and coat black and he has a pair of black boots. Personality: Ivan is a man of secrets and his greatest passion is that of uncovering and create them. He is a very polite man and he enjoys being with other persons especially if they share the same interests. Background History: Ivan was born 1700 as an orphan and was uppraised in his early years as somewhat of a slave worker. When he became 15 he received a letter from his mother which she had given the leaders of Ivans orphanage explaining that she and his father had moved to England in hope of finding a better life there. After discovering this Ivan took a decision of travel to England in hope of finding his lost family. It may seem as a wild and unimaginable dream, but Ivan was so tired of the life he had been living for this many yearss that he didn´t care about the chances of the success, he just wanted a reason to to leave his hometown and still having a small hope of finding a new place to stay. During his childhood he had been given something very special namly a lecture of different languages by one of the leaders of the orphanage. He left at an early summer by foot and reached the corner (of the now) Austira by the end of the summer, the travel had been quite an easy one since wheather had been on his good side and food had been easy to find in the woods and villages he had been passing through, sometimes working for a day to get meals for a day or two. He thougth that this was a sign of god that he had made the right decision and was as happy as ever. At the beginning of the autumn however things changed, the wheater now quickly changed into cold nights full of rain and at the beginning of october the snow started falling. Ivan was now quick to start the search for shelter until the spring hoping to find work in one of the cities close to the austrian borders. It didn´t take long until he got a job as a chimney cleaner. This however was not a good job at the time since the city in which he worked had a disease going through it, since Ivan went to several household to clean their chimneis it didn´t take long for him to get the disease. It was not the strongest illness but Ivans had ever since his childhood been very weak against sicknesses and it hit him hard, and it didn´t take long until it looked like if his life was leaving him. He told the low educated doctor who tried to help him about his journey and goal during the times they met and when Ivans life was about to end the doctor came and asked Ivan how much he was willing to give to complete his quest. Ivan said that he was willing to give anything to complete it since it had been his one goal in life since he left his hometown. The doctor told Ivan that what he was about to do was something to never speak about. He came back with a long pale man, looking in Ivan eyes like a man dying as himself. The doctor talked with the man and the man nodded. Then the doctor turned to Ivan and injected a liquid in hhim and soon Ivan was sleeping. When he woke up he feelt strange and he realised that the doctor was sitting there, the doctor explained that he in the hope to save Ivans life asked a vampire to grant Ivan the same curse as the one running through the vampires veins. He then explained to Ivan what this menat and what Ivan was about to experience in his new "life". After hearing what the doctor said Ivan could do no other but sit and think about it, he had never thought that such a thing could happen and hadn´t given it a thought when the doctor asked about what he was ready to give. However he decided that instead of sitting by and do nothing he could at least try to finish he had started half a year ago. You might think that the journey was easier in some ways now since he didn´t got tired easily and so on but it still couldn´t make up with the impossibility of traveling during day and the difficulty of finding something to eat. At the beginning he tried to supress the greed of feeling the red blood filling his mouth but then he one day came to a village where he found a dying young girl suffering from a disease similar to the one Ivan had suffered. At the sight of this Ivan could not resitst the temptation and thought that since the girls life was about to end he might just as well end her suffering. And this was the first time in his life when he killed a human and drank its blood. It took about three months for Ivan to get to England and when he arrived he learnt the news about how his mother and father had disapperd about eight years ago and no one knew where. he continued to search for them for a duration of fifty years, afterwards he realised that even if he continued to search for them the only thing he would find now was probably their corpses. Ivan then decided to try to follow the worlds history as it was written around him and he made it as to always be in the center of action during the great historical moments seeing things like the french revolution and Napoleon as well as the rise of the Sovjet Union and Germanys defeat during the world wars. Powers: Cast shadows around yourself or objects. General: 1.Hypnotize people whit your gaze and control them that way. 2.(Close contact) Read minds and (at a distance) speak to them with your mind Skills: Ivan is one of the kind to believe in quickness and agility instead of strength, howerver the most important thing about a person in Ivans eyes is the intelligence and the way the person is thinking. Equipment: Apart from his clothes he has a knife under his coat and a small pistol in his belt. He always keeps them out of sight. Redigerat 2008-05-06, 22:32 av maxander |
| #96 · Halvtand · den 6 maj 2008, 14:06 | |
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Jag får en bra känsla av det här PBFet, det känns som om Zima har lagt ner mycket tankeverksamhet på bakgrundsprylar och har säkra mål för oss, så vi inte bara kommer springa runt som nackade höns. Vi får bara hoppas att det inte blir någon oförutsedd frånvaro igen :P |
| #97 · Zima · den 8 maj 2008, 21:06 | |
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Både maxander & Kyoroshii Mibu är godkända. #96 :) ja lite tid har man ju lagt på det. ;) |
| #98 · Rikku · den 15 maj 2008, 09:12 | |
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Jag är tyvärr inte med den här gången, har massvis att göra i skolan just nu så jag tror inte att jag hinner med det här också "/ |
| #99 · Zima · den 16 maj 2008, 00:32 | |
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Okej... Då börjar jag på att skriva inledningen till on tråden. |
| #100 · Embergem · den 16 maj 2008, 00:53 | |
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L. Lawliet har nämnt att han vill vara med igen också, men han har tydligen inte fått tillfälle att posta sin karaktär igen. |
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