Werewolves and Vampires

Okay, so official groups apply here so if you are a werewolf you can't be a vampire and vice versa.

Forum rules apply here, as do Forum roleplaying rules.

A long time ago, before the oldest of us can remember, all werewolves and vampires were friends, one group, one people. Those times have long gone... Earth has been untouched by us for two millenia. Humans have been quietly whiling away their worthless lives, all 6.6 billion of them, asleep to teh danger we still pose. Now, some are starting to awaken to the fact that we are with them, some are helping us, some against us. The Omens are right, the time has come, the families are arising, the time has come...

All out war, subterfuge, assassinations, ambushes, raids... It won't stop until only one family is left, be they werewolves, or vampires, it matters not... Humans are doomed, along with the rest of us...

All characters have their own family which they are the leader of. Their goal, to wipe out all the other families using what ever means necessary. Alliances of course are allowed but only one family must be left at the end, so, now you know what the end is going to be, start hatching plans, but remember humans are here as well and they never, ever stop interfering...

Lairs

Each family has a lair, these aren't large but are secure. They are the base of that families operations and the seat of a players power. There can only be one lair for each player, so a player's family can't have more than one lair.


Bloodlines
The ancient bloodlines of old grant families descending from them special powers, but also weakness. Each player must choose one according to their group (W or V)

Vampire Bloodlines:
Rhinesh bloodline
These families are numerous and like good wine, they control several grape farms and distilleries on the Rhine that have numerous workers, effectively giving them a way to build an army quick. Their problems are the fact that lemons are very dangerous to them and can cause serious damage and wounds to them. If a lemon is stuck in their mouth it will invariably prove fatal.

Murtyu bloodline
A classic vampire bloodline from Transylvania. They are strong and can transform into a bat if they want to. Holy Symbols from certain religions (mainly Christianity) can temporarily blind them.

Synu bloodline
Vampires who are adept at magic and illusions come from this bloodline. They would be classed by humans as people with OCD. They have an infuriating obsession with tidiness. What would not usually be associated with Vampires but Gold is their weakness, if they are stabbed with something made of gold, they die almost instantaneously.

Helinish bloodline
Powerful warriors come from this bloodline, they are the elite vampires. Their one big problem is poppy seeds. They hate them yet love them. Vampires from this bloodline won’t go near poppy seeds and when something is in large numbers (salt/seeds etc) they find it hard not to try and count them all.

Werewolf Bloodlines
Artic Bloodline
This bloodline comes from around the artic. They make excellant scouts and are said to be able to change when ever they feel like it but this has never been confirmed. Small in number, most of them have been mixing with the eskimo population. They are a bit cowardly and will not go within a mile of trees as they are very afraid of them. Most of the Artic Bloodline families are also claustrophobic and really don't like sunlight which can make them blind if they are exposed to it too long

Scandinavian Bloodline
The strongest families come from this bloodline, they are brilliant warriors and are highly aggresive, they have moderate numbers. They are very good at working in a group, some see them as closest to wolves in the way their clan heirachy is arranged and how they opperate. They work best in a group and are able to co-ordinate an attack on a target/s. They cannot abide the smell of fish, it drives them nuts, once the stench of fish permetes there nostrils they start to have fits, which can be quite violent, and then result in death.

Canadian Bloodline
The Largest Bloodline by far, they are good all rounders. Silver objects are lethal to these werewolves, once their flesh is peirce with a silver object they die a painful death, very quickly. All of their forms are indanger of this.

Alaskan Bloodline
Smaller than the Canadian Bloodline but generally the same. They have a major weakness where petroleum products are concerned and also have a big dislike to metal.


Character Form
Name:
Family Name:
Group(W or V):
Bloodline:
Forms: (description or pictures)
Personality:
History/background info:

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Name: Sangvar
Age: Over 2000 years old.
Group: Vampire
Pictures:

Spoiler:

Description: Wears black or grey robes with a trim of dark red, and a cape, either black or red.
Clan/family: He was part of a now extinct family. He is the last. They were the most powerful of all of them. He is minorly weak to sunlight, holy water, and gold. None of them are fatal, but do cause him pain, and holy symbols hurt his eyes badly. the more holy the water, or purer the gold, the more it hurts. The greatest advantage was that they were able to fly, without changing form at all, but they were totally unable to morph into bats.
Personality: He is all about control. He has perfected it so that there is nothing in his life he would regret losing, and holds total control over the vampires in his castle. In a debate, he is usually silent, and does not reveal his views until both sides have finished arguing. He is not evil, or a tyrant, but nor is he benign.
History: His control is what makes him so succesful as a vampiric leader, and in AD 700 he founded the Vampiric League, who's HQ in his Spire. The League governs all vampires in the world, and it was the League which forced vampires to go into seclusion. He destroyed all concrete evidence that vampires ever existed, and only the church still believed in them. Once they lost power, he made sure that vampires only became a myth. He did so because he realised humans were beginning to vastly outnumber vampires, so he knew the only way to survive and eventually retake control was if the humans didn't know the vampires existed. He has honed his skills until he is very strong, and incredibly fast, so fast that he could pluck an arrow out of the air if he had enough warning. People often forget he is not human- his senses are far more acute then that of a person, though his sense of smell is not nearly as developed as a werewolf.

Name: Variance
Family Name: Lenfreen
Group: Werewolf
Bloodline: Canadian Bloodline
Forms:



Wolf Form


Personality: Variance is a a solitary wolf that doesn't need the assistance of others but will and is a great leader in groups. This conflict does confuse some but doesn't matter to others. Variance strives to be the best and if powerful enough, willt take down the head leader the the werewolves. Also a fierce fighter that is feared amongst many, gets the job done quickly and with enjoyment.

History/background: A neckalce is always carried by Variance, no one knows why he keeps it but it is rumoured that his closest friend knows the reason. One claw is missing from his right paw, he lost it due to a vampire attack when he was young, yet the claw never grew back - this is believed why he always strives for strength and power, to ignore his loss and to be as strong as he can without his lost claw.

Name: Aerul
Age: 700 or so
Family Name: None, he lost his
Group(W or V): Werewolf
Bloodline: Artic
Forms: A grey and white wolf is the only form all (except Sangvar) have seen
Personality: Very strange, keeps to himself
History/background info: Around 600 years ago, Aerul joined Sangvar on a hunt of some sort. By the end they were good friends and met each other frequently, but as time past it was harder for them to keep in touch and eventually they rarely met or talked to each other.
It is not known what his intentions are or what he is doing. Apart from himself and Sangvar, no one knows that they used to be good friends

Sangvar drummed his fingers on the table. Along the walls were glass cases, with various envrionments in them; his private collection.
In one, the Fer de Lance pitviper. In another the Black Widow, and in the biggest one a young Komodo Dragon. In the one nearest the Dark King's throne flew a dozen vampire bats.
One of Sangvar's spies kneeled in front of him. Sangvar ran his toungue over his teeth.
"So....The Glaubensorden's Church stands?" He asked.
"I'm afraid so, lord." said the vampire.
Sangvar's knuckles whitened. "Why did the plan fail?" He asked, his voice calm.
"Well lord, they have rigged up holy symbols on the walls, and the entrances have been trimmed with gold. We could not gain access." He said, his fear showing through.
"I see." Said Sangvar. He stood up, and walked over to the glass case with the bats. Then he smashed the glass, and the bats flew out, and swarmed around the unfortunate vampire messenger.
The vampire did not die, but felt horrific pain for the minute they swarmed; then the bats returned to their glass case.
"Now go fetch somebodey to fix the glass." Sangvar snarled, opening the window. He stood for a few seconds, outlined in the moonlight; then he leapt out the window, and soared into the sky.

Aerul sat alone, he always did, he had for as long as he could remember. He sat alone in teh cold night, sitting on his haunches watching the moon. He could still remember the day when a rival werewolf family had wiped his family out, he had survived that terrible night 500 years ago. Aerul always remembered things when he sat alone on his haunches in teh cold night. He remember Sangvar and teh first hunt they had had together, hunting the human who had attacked him and discovered what Sangvar was. Snagvar was very deliberate about those things, if someone found out he was a vampire, they were as good as dead.
Aerul had relished that hunt, the man had been good, 13 years long that hunt had taken, across most of the world he had been hunted, never staying anywhere long. He was foolisha nd fell for a young woman. He satyed a little too long and both had died, Aerul remember vividly sinking his fangs into the mans throat... Long ago it had been, so long ago...
A distant howl went up, followed shortly later by other howls from the surrounding area, the artic night's quiet shattered. "Finally, took you long enough..." Aerul growled. He rose, turned and loped off, hunting one of the howls...

Mean while in the Canadian Bloodline

A clash of heavy feet tremble across the emptiness of a ghostly forest, home to the Canadian Bloodline return they do. Tears of blood scream down ones soft yet prickly and furry face another individual with soared blooded ears of despair and lastly one with lonely blood on its claws. The pack return with success of their mission but failure in their health, mild injuries they may be but infections are a reality if without instant attention.

Panting and heavy breathing soon ends after a break, a sigh of relief if heard from the three members back from their mission, Variance calmly congratulates the other two wolves and suggests they attend to their wounds. Their thanks are applauded to leader Variance who is looking down at the item they retrieved. “This better be worth it, after the crap we’ve just been through” Variance mumbled to himself whilst the others walk off.

Name: Revan Sadow
Age: Unknown
Family Name:Sadow(family dead)
V or W:Vampire
Bloodline:Unknown(possibly Murtyu)
A vampire shrouded in mysteriousness.He is thought to be ancient but looks like he's in his late 20s.Known for being very articulate.His family died in mysterious circumstances,its thought he killed them to get rid of competition,though this has never been proven.Fast and strong,these are normal vampire traits,but he is faster than normal and had to be to beat another vampire in combat,(his family).He lives in his family home,a chateau high up in the Swiss alps. With a large fortune and his incredible thinking powers,he is a powerful adversary,capable of outclassing any amount of werewolves or or other vampires.

You have to have a blood line Zac and you can't be so OPish

by out classing do you mean in strength combat or intelligence (thinking power) but I think it's allright char, although maybe a bit too much wealth

It's just the last line, "capable of outclassing any amount of werewolves or or other vampires". IMO, at least. And yes he does need a bloodline.

yeh that last part is what I was think of as well because if he was that powerful then no one could even touch him

Back in character:


Sangvar flew high in the sky over the mountains and the forests. He saw small villages and towns far down on the ground, and it made him think of those hundreds of years ago when he had lived amongst the humans. But it had been difficult, and soon impossible.
And that made him think of Aerul, and when they had hunted that foolish man back in the 1500's. Ah, he had been very clever; but not clever enough.
A few hours later the window in the throne room opened, and Sangvar swooped back inside. He had eaten; no doubt there would be an article in the newspaper the next morning proclaiming "YOUNG GIRL FOUND DEAD: stabbed with fork."
He summoned a messenger
"Take a message to Aerul the wolf." He said.
The messenger had the briefest surprised look. Then he said, "Yes lord. The contents?"
"Ask him to meet me." then he thought. They would need to meet on neutral ground; they could pretend, if discovered, that the meeting was one of diplomacy. "Ask him to meet me in London. He will know where." He said.

The werewolves were good, very good, not good enough. They had not yet learned the trick of howling into the snow, foolish. Aerul lay in teh snow waiting for the werewolf to pass by, howling his head off, relaying his position to that of the rest of his pack. He stopped howling, panting slightly then Aerul leapt. He snapped at the werewolf's neck, then rolled onto the ground and leapt again and the surprised werewolf, the fight was not long, the element of surprise giving him a small advantage. Teh werewolf did not howl again, his throat torn out, blood leaking into the snow. Aerul savagely tore chunks of meat out of the corpse's side before moving away, hunting for his next target, killing that one not far away, in much the same way. The pack retreated when they lost three of their number, but the hut was not yet finished, they would be back for him...

why would a werewolf attack other werewolves?

OOC: Read the whole of the first two posts. It is an all out war between players (and any NPCs who the players include) I said alliances can be made but not at the end, one player must be on top when almost all others are dead.

OOC: oooh right, i didnt know it meant even between their own kinds. I just thought it meant between wolf/ werewolf race, humans or vampires

so if one players has to stand at end as the winner kinda, does that mean its family/ pack as well?

BUMP! Please post people!

OOC: Yes it does, now back on topic!

IC: Aerul killed another werewolf and injured its friend over the next couple of weeks before leaving their hunting range. He entered a town during nightfall and raided an outdoor freezer of fish. It was difficult for Aerul, he wasn't claustrophobic but he couldn't go out during the day, which is why he was up North, it was the time of long winter, a six month period of total darkness, but people still got up and went about the buisness. It was while hunting for an out of the way place to sleep, where he wouldn't be noticed, that he got ambushed, a man jumped out at him, arms spread, Aerul shook him off, although the man was unusually strong. Aerul turne quickly and counter-leapt at the man as he leapt, they collided in mid air, the man managing to force Aerul's muzzle away from him as they hit the ground. They sparred for a bit, neither coming close to getting the other before the man tripped and fell, Aerul seized the advantage and leapt on top of his back, pinning him down. He lowered his head to the mans ear and growled in bad english "Why are you after me, before I crush your skull."
"Sangvar said... to meet you in... London... usual place!" He said. Aerul growled at him again, robbed of a meal and snapped his neck, knowing he was a vampire but not knowing how long it would take him to fix his neck. Aerul padded away, annoyed...