Topic: Vampire Hunt RPG

In this game, you assume the identity of a vampire hunter that you create. The hunter can be a human, or any non-omnipotent supernatural being. You can choose your characters' weapon, so long as it is reasonable (i.e., a Navajo Skin-walker who turns into an owl could not carry a shot-gun). You can be a vampire hunting your own kind, aswell.

This will be set in thelate 1800's, so technology should be based around what existed then, though steam-punk would be fine.

The members playing can either be a clan of vampire hunters, seperate characters who come together to slay a powerful opponant, or another plot if anyone has a suggestion.

Name: James Talbot
Species: Werewolf
Weapons: Set of revolvers firing silver bullets and bandolier of bullets wrapped aroung waist and chest, respectfully. They are wrapped tight enough not to come off in transformation. Numerous tatoos of crusifixes on his arms.
Description: Wears wolf hide jacket and pants that bond to him during transformation. Has long black hair,and white, soulless eyes.
Reason for hunting: Seeks redemtion for his curse.

((He better be careful with them silver bullets :P))

Name: Victoria Lycan
Species: Werewolf (Not copying, just like Weres better...)
Weapons: Wooden stakes, holy water, and a sword wrapped in a protective cloth until she REALLY needs it.
Description: Amber eyes, brown hair, lithe build, bite scars on her arm. Always seen wearing either a black or red dress.
Reason for hunting: Vampires killed her parents, leaving her vunerable to the Werewolves, causing her to become cursed in the process. (Cliche, I know..sorry :( ))

Name: Elizabeth Morton (Lizzie for short)
Species: Vampire
Weapons: Crossbow with holy water dunked arrow heads and small stakes shaped as knives.
Description: Crimson hair, sky blue eyes and the face of an angel. Like most vampires, Lizzie is extremely attractive: all the better to attract your prey. Wears the garb of her era but isn't afraid to get around in her undergarments.
Reason for Hunting: Lizzie was a peasant girl who's family was murdered by vampires. The leader, Carlos Vasquez, then forced his "gift" upon her. Lizzie learned all she could before she staked her undead "family", although Carlos got away. She's been hunting Carlos and corrupt vampires ever since.
Feeding Habits: With her sense of justice, Lizzie only feeds on criminals. Her main targets are rapists, murders and violent thugs. Being a pretty face tends to lure the unsuspecting scum.

Name: Asher Wilcox
Species: Altered human, can transform into a half fish/half man sea monster type thing.
Weapons: A katana enchanted with holy markings that can kill vampires, a shotgun with bullets soaked in garlic juice, has a crucifix necklace, fishman form allows him to have razor sharp teeth, sharp claws, a tail he can swing at high speeds, and allows him to breathe underwater. Spending too much time in this form forces him to seek water, however.
Description: Jet black hair, kept short in a crew cut style, dark blue eyes and a scar running across the side of his face from the left side of his mouth, causing it to look like he is always sneering. Wears a dark black trenchcoat over simple clothing of that era, and wears dark boots. The coat hides his sword and shotgun.
Reason for hunting: Considers vampires to be a monstrous plague that the devil himself unleashed on the earth, and intends to cure the world of the infection by any means necessary.
Why he's a fishman: Decided being a human just wasn't good enough for his extermination puproses, so enlisted the help of a witch to give him more ephicient power.

Name: D
Species: Dhampir
Weapons: Longsword, Left Hand
Description: 6'5", dark black hair, beautiful in every way, wears a blue pendant around neck that glows in ominous situations, rides a horse that gains extra strength from his abilities, clean of emotions, voice doesn't change often
Reasons for hunting: Wishes to clear the Earth of the Nobility (true vampyres related straight to Dracula, A.K.A. the Sacred Ancestor)

Ah guys, Draco did say this was set in the 1800's... remember technology was pretty basic.

Yeah, how's D supposed to have a robo-horse in the 1800's?

Name: David
Species: Vampire
Description: 6'3" Blond hair wears dark, inconspicious clothing, as not to stand out in a crowd, also a cloak to hide weapons
Weapons: two revolvers with plenty of ammo, a silver dagger and short sword, and stakes dipped in holy water
Reason for hunting:Hunts for fun, enjoys killing
Feeding habits: Will feed whenever its convienient on anyone he can
insane?sadistic?     i dunno

Name: Gilbert Wade
Species: Human/Witch
Description: Standing 5'8 he has a solid muscular build to make up for his lack of height. Dark brown skin, black hair cut close to his skull, and cold dark brown eyes. Usual outfit consists of comfortable clothing of the period in dark shades of grey or blue and a black wide brimmed hat.
Weapons
-Black top-break revolver with a seven round chamber(main weapon)
-Sawn-off double barrel shotgun with silver shot(backup)
-Silver dagger in a sheath on each forearm
Abilities
Has a very limited ability to cast curative and regenerative spells. His abilities are undeveloped and often times his attempts at curing himself or his allies aren't as successful as he'd like.
Reason for hunting: was a hired gun and small time hitman who felt that he'd never get rich killing humans so he switched to tougher, more rewarding prey. Doesn't have anything against vampires or other monsters and is motivated purely by his mercenary outlook.

oh, right. Sorry. in Vampire Hunter D, even though it's set in like 12,090 A.D., the people dressed like the 1800's.

But still, Robo-horse+1800s=Time Paradox

well i changed it, so no need to worry.

James quitely stalked his prey. After about for days of tracking, pursuing, and hunting, she finally came in sight. Lynsia, the leader of a once-powerful house of vampire. He began to close in...

Name: Henry Castle
Species: Human
Weapons:
- 10 Gauge Sawed-Off Double-Barrel Shotgun
- 2 Custom Platinum Large-Bore Webley&Scott .50 Nitro-Express 5 Shot Revolvers.
Ammo:
.50 Nitro-Express:
- Copper-jacketed glass rounds filled with holy water, and hollowpoint silver rounds.
10 Gauge:
-Steel stake rounds, White Phosphorus flares.
Both weapons have standard copper/lead rounds also.
And a Katana Henry calls Goldbrand
Description: 5'9, Strong build, very short black hair, common black clothing of era under a long, black leather trenchcoat, black leather gloves, knee-high black boots and pair of makeshift (but high quality) black tinted sunglasses.
Reasons for hunting: Not sure.

Elizabeth Morton loved the night, she always had. She especially enjoyed those nights that moonlight was bright enough to see things more clearly. Not that her vision was as merger as a human. She was a vampire after all. But it was not by choice.

Although Elizabeth could not change what she was, she could decide what sort of life she wished to lead. That life was one of revenge and justice. She had decided to track down those vampires who fed on the good, the weak or the helpless.

Elizabeth, or Lizzie as most knew her, was on the hunt for the vampire who had changed her life over two hundred years ago. His name was Carlos Vasquez and it was said that he was taking refuge at a local haven for vampires.

Lizzie knew she was not alone in the woods. She had heard rumours in the local village that there were werewolves in these parts. Although Lizzie had no ill feelings towards the werewolves, they tending to attack her as they would any vampire. She had escaped these attempts so far, without killing any werewolves but she doubted that the fact had been noticed.

The moonlight dimmed somewhat as the broken clouds moved slowly over the half moon. Lizzie moved on. She was in her hunting clothes, this composed of a pair of mens trousers, a brown blouse and long overcoat. A maroon scarf was wrapped loosely around her neck, the ends blew gently in the breeze. The time to kill was drawing near.

D had just finished his ride through the woods. The nearest town was about an hour away, the sun would soon be going down. As the youth made his way into the town's outskirts, nearby farmers took a quick glance and knew what was going on: the mayor of the village had hired a Vampire Hunter in order to bring down a local Nobility threat.

"I hate this job". He mumbled the sentence to himself for what must have been the tenth time that day.As usual he was down to his last few dollars, having earned just enough last job to restock his ammunition , repair one of the knives that had been broken, and eat for a few days.Right now there was just enough in his stomach to keep him from passing out from hunger., and he knew he needed to find a well paying job soon if he wanted to keep from starving.

Which was why he was heading towards his current destination. He'd heard from a business acquaintance that a village out east had been having problems with vampires and the inhabitants of said village  were willing to pay top dollar to have them removed. He wasn't surprised to hear that the job had attracted the attention of several other Hunters. Normally he hated working with the competition, but for the amount of money they were shelling out, he could be convinced to play nice just this once.

Asher Wilcox sat on a barstool in the local saloon, drinking deeply from his glass. It had been days since he had seen another living thing. Well, since he saw another living human thing. After he finished his drink he payed the bartender and exited the saloon without saying a word.

He was a vampire hunter by trade, bred to exterminate the devil's contagion on God's green earth. He had been following a large group of vampires for some time now. He had picked off quite a few, but a large number of the group were still out there.

He walked through the town, past the outskirts and through the neighboring woods. The monsters were near. He could feel them. He wore a large black trenchcoat which concealed the blade he carried on his back. He drew it from its scabbard, ever vigilante ,waiting for the creatures to reveal themselves.

The sword had several markings engraved on it, a gift from a witch he had once saved from the nightcrawler's bite. The enchantment was not her only gift, but Asher preferred to use that sparingly. The night wind whipsered its mysterious words around him as he waited for his foes to strike.

Victoria Lycan stalked the streets, kicking up dust as she scanned the area. Her sensetive nose tested the air, searching for any traces that could be linked to vampires. She watched every hansom roll pass, every person pass by. Judging by the scents, they were all just normal people. Sighing, she continued down the street, keeping a nose out for any change in the wind.

David moved quietly, in an attempt at stealth, he was in the woods following a woman, he had seen her enter the woods alone and decided to follow, he had his sword ready, and he was looking at the marks on it, he didnt know what they meant, nor did he care, to him it was a weapon, nothing less
   He was counting on her not to turn around, he prefered to kill his victims silently, less suspicion that way.
he was about thirty-five feet from her, crouched behind a tree. He only killed his own kind because he actualy enjoyed it, he had no other motives. Of course, every so often he would kill with reasons other then entertainment but, no matter the reason.It occured to him that he was doing the world some good, killing vampires but he pushed the thought from his mind, he was going to need to be focused for this.

"Lynsia," James whispered.

When she heard this, her back became rigid. She turned around and yelled, obviously on the on brink of insanity, "I'm going to kill you! You killed my kin you filthy freak!"

She lunged at him wth all her force. He had time to notice her protruding fangs. He also noticed the bandage on her shin from their last encounter. Under the bandage was nothing but shaved bone. As she soaredinto him, he bent down and extended his arm toward her shin. It connected. The pain, coupled with her fragile mentality, was too much. She went sprwling on the damp earth. James, not wanting to waste a bullet, pulled out a long wooden blade. With this, he stabbed Lynsia in the chest twice; on stab to kill her, the other to make sure she was dead. James grabbed a piece of bark and a twig. With this, he exorcised her lifeless, demon infested body.

Henry was hunting a particularly crazy vampire woman. Walking out in the bright, frozen, snow covered woods, she would not get far. His very inconspicuous black clothing was such a good disguise in the one-and-a-half foot thick snow. Henry stuck out like a sore thumb. He walked a little ways before seeing a large figure standing over the vampire he was hunting, and area of blood-spattered snow surrounded them.
"I'll be darned." Henry said.
As he got closer, Henry recognized the figure was James Talbot, someone he had made a truce with a couple months back. Not far off, there were two other unknown figures approaching. Henry drew the double Webley's he was carrying, and went around to flank the two men.

His mood brightens slightly as the village comes into view. " Maybe I can get a couple meals from these villagers as part of my payment", he thinks to himself. He is only a few yards from the village's entrance and in a better mood than he's been in all day, when he feels that something is not quite right. Nearly a lifetime of killing has left him with acute instincts that he trusts above all else. Pausing, his hands instinctively remove the blades from the sheathes on his wrist. Feeling a slight breeze he turns, ever vigilant for the perceived threat. His eyes take in everything. The road behind him, the farmland near the village, the trees.

The trees...he could feel a breeze but the trees were motionless. Alarmed, he turns just as a shadow slams into his chest. Knocking him backwards onto his butt, it solidifies into a raven-haired figure clad in grey and maroon clothing. "Little hunter, your reputation is undeserved! Killing you wil hardly be a test of my skill!".

The vampire  lunges onto him, and with the fiend's fangs inches from his neck, Gil slams the first blade upwards through it's chin and into it's mouth. With it's mouth pinned shut, the monster's screams are muffled. Gil slams the second blade in between two of it's ribs, piercing it's heart. He twists the blade around, causing as much damage as possible before pulling them free.

The vampire's body starts to wither away. When the body is but a husk of the former vampire, Gil sheathes the blades and continues towards  the village. His hand on the butt of his holstered revolver now, his hunger is forgotten for now and his senses are on high alert for any threat.

D casually made his way through the town, heading straight for the Mayor's office. People around him started to follow, murmuring as they followed the man on his horse. D arrived at the stable, tied up his horse, and went into the Mayor's office to discuss the situation. The townspeople gathered around and looked through the windows and put their ears at the cracks in the wall to try and hear what the two were saying, but chance denied them, as curtains were drawn and two men with rifles came out and told everyone to scram unless they wanted one week in prison.

"So, they call you D, huh? I've heard you're the best in the Frontier, and if that is true, I will say I am pleased."

Lizzie froze mid step as she heard the scream, "I'm going to kill you! You killed my kin you filthy freak!"

Tilting her head slightly, Lizzie was able to roughly gage where the voice had come from. She had no idea who or what had yelled but she decided to check it out.

She ran with lithe steps and barely a noise was made and Lizzie strode through the trees. She stopped as she saw a man hunched over a now warm corpse. Lizzie paused, unlike many others of her kind she was not hasty to rush towards a killing. The scent of blood touched her nose and she knew it was no mortals' blood, it was another vampires'.

Lizzie lent back into the shadows of the tree to watch the man. The breeze touched her nose and Lizzie also detected the faint scent of werewolf. It explained how the man could kill so quickly. No mortal would have had a chance against an older vampire. Lizzie could tell the vampire was old as she hadn't disintegrated immediately.

It was then that the breeze changed direction slightly and the werewolf stood, his nose lifted to the air. It was obvious that he had caught her scent. Lizzie was just thankful that he wasn't in his wolf form, as he would have found her in seconds.

She didn't move, instead she stayed still against the large tree. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to search the area. Lizzie had always had a the ability to "see" with her mind. When she had been turned into a vampire it had only increased the ability. She didn't really understand it. All she knew was that she could locate those around her by hearing their thoughts and feeling their presence.

She ducked just in time as a large fist slammed towards her.

"I didn't come here to fight." Lizzie stated though she doubted it would make a difference.

"You're a vampire, you need to die." Came the response, along with another fist.

Again Lizzie dodged. "I only came to see who had died."

"A friend of yours," the werewolf snarled and lunged again.

Lizzie dropped and shifted to the right. "No, I just wanted to make sure she was dead."

The werewolf grinned at that, "Oh she's dead."

Lizzie pulled her silver bracelet from her left hand and wrapped it around her right fist. "I have no dispute with you. I'm only here to kill a vampire by the name of Carlos Vasquez."

"I don't care," said the werewolf.

"No, a beast like you wouldn't." With that Lizzie managed pivot behind him and smack him on the back of the neck with the bracelet. He cursed and held his neck as Lizzie ran back into the darkness.

James fell to his knees. He instinctivly ducked, and dodged the next sweep of the vampire's silver-lace fist. He quickly grabbed her arm, and flipped her over. He still had his make-shift cross in han. He held this up to her face and stated "If you move, I'll drive this into your head."

He sniffed a few times and finally said " You are about as old as the demon I just killed, yet I do not smell Satan's touch on your soul. You said you come to kill who?"

((Revan, I overlooked Mel's post, so I had to change this one. You can come in any time, though.))

(( man i just typed my submission and then i forgot i did and went back ot the main role playing page and it got erased :( ))
David stood abruptly and swore, the woman had just ran off. Probly to figure out who was screaming. he started to follow but slowed when he saw the other. He threw himself prone and drew one of his pistols and, loading one of his few silver bullets aimed at the werewolf.

The werewolf said somthing and punched at her but she dodged and said somthing about a vampire called Carlos Vasquez. By the looks of the werewolf he didnt care, and the fact that he said "I don't care," closed that subject. The woman  hit him in the back of the neck with somthing and tried to run, but the man grabed he arm and flipped her. David stood now and pointed the gun at the werewolf "Stop," he said "I know what you are and I will shoot you, I've got a silver bullet in this so just turn around and go away right now" He still has his sword drawn but now its in his right hand, to allow him better aim.

James gave a smile and said "Drop the weapons or she dies."

Asher continued to prowl the land, looking for those he swore to exterminate. In time, came upon a man holding a woman in one hand, and a cross in the other. Asher realized this woman was a vampire.

Suddenly, a third man appeared, pointing a gun at the man holding the vampire. "I know what you are and I will shoot you, I've got a silver bullet in this so just turn around and go away right now" he said.

"Drop the weapons or she dies." said the other, who Asher realized was a werewolf. Figures, another demon of sin mixed up in all this. Suddenly he saw the vampire girl's eyes rotate in their sockets until she was staring at him. The werewolf and the man with the gun noticed this, and Asher, realizing his cover was blown, tossed his sword to his left hand, and drew his shotgun with his right hand.

"I don't know who you creatures are", he said,"But I do know what you are. And I'm afraid you must die now."

((GAH!!!!!!!!!! INTERVENTION!!!!!!))
David stood there pointing a gun at the werewolf and notices the womans eyes move, so he looks over to see what she was looking at and he sees a guy with a shotgun who says somthing about killing him. He drops his sword, and as quick and suddenly as he can grabs his other pistol and dives back shooting at the new guy

James raised his nose towards the gun and smelled the garlic it contained. "That gun of yours won't kill me. If you fire it, you're going to die."

Ta-klick...Ta-klick. "That's right it won't." Henry said, walking up behing David and Asher with his twin revolers pointed at their heads. Now this is how it will go...

"You came just in time for the party!" James bellowed.

"Yeah, well... Your welcome, by the way." Henry smirked.
"For what?" Talbot replied.
"Killing this jerk." Henry said with a smile.
David didn't take to kindly to that reply, and quickly traded the short sword he was holding for another one of the revolvers he was carrying. David dove off to the side and opened fire on Henry.

Lizzie had to stop herself from smiling. For some reason the men seemed to think she was harmless in her current predicament. Her only real threat at the moment was the werewolf standing over her.

"Sorry," she said briefly before kicking him in the groin and rolling away. She ducked and wove her way through the trees almost certain that she would eventually be followed. When she was at a safe distance she drew her small crossbow and decided to cover the werewolf, he deserved some compensation for the kick she'd just dealt him.

It seemed that the three strangers now turned on each other. Obviously they thought the werewolf was incapacitated for the moment. They should be so lucky.

The werewolf was on his feet started to head toward the three already locked in battle. It was then that he pivoted to look in Lizzie's direction. She suddenly wished she'd kept running. He headed straight towards her. Deciding that it was pointless in running, Lizzie holstered the small crossbow and stepped out from her cover raising her hands in surrender.

The werewolf was clearly surprised. "Now if you want a conversation with me, I'd prefer it without the stake."

This actually induced a small smile from the wolf, "You've got some nerve."

Lizzie shrugged and smiled, "As I said I've got nothing against werewolves."

"The kick to my privates would suggest otherwise." The werewolf pointed out.

Again Lizzie shrugged, "A means to an end. Our friends are happy enough trying to kill each other rather than having a multiple Mexican Standoff."

The wolf nodded, "Point taken. So my question remains, why are you not tainted like the other vampires?"

"That is a long story and I don't believe we have the luxury of time." Lizzie looked at the sky that was already starting to turn a navy blue.

"You might not, but I do." The werewolf told.

Lizzie shook her head, "You forget the dueling trio over there."

"Good point. You will come with me, I shall not enter your den." The wolf stated.

Lizzie wasn't particularly comfortable with that idea. "How about I meet you back here at sunset, I don't mean you harm but it doesn't mean I trust you."

Asher kicked the one called Henry in the stomach, causing him to stumble and fall on his rear end. Asher pointed his sword at Henry's jugular while keeping his gun pointed at David. "Open your mouth." Henry did so, confused as to what this would accomplish. Asher saw no fangs, and so alowed him to get up. "I have no quarrel with you ," He said to Henry. "I only wish to kill those who are infected with the bloodlust. Like you." He said, turning to David. "You are a vampire. " He fired his shotgun, but David used his vampiric power to turn into mist and the bullet passed through harmlessly. No matter. Asher could think on his feet as well as any vampire.

David reformed, and ran, shooting at Asher, just for good measure. He tried to find the woman and that werewolf agian, saying to himself "Great, now I have to kill a werewolf and a hunter."  He stopped, hearing some talking. It was that woman agian saying "How about I meet you here at sunset, I don't mean you harm but it doesn't mean I trust you."

  He waited a moment then jumped out, pointed his guns at the werewolf's right knee, and fired

Talbot braced himself for the impact, and took it. While he was flying at him, James grabbed the hunter's throat, and slammed him against a tree. "What do you want?" he questioned. With his other hand, he began to claw the bullet out of his bone.

"What do you want?" David asked, droping his guns and slowly reaching for his dagger, hoping James didn't see his hand clsing aroung the grip.

"For you to get away from me." James proceeded to toss the hinter into a snow-covered bush.

David stood up, and started talking in a most likely suicidal act "I dont blame you, but, you seem to have the same intrests as me, which right now is killing vampires, like her." He pointed at Lizzie as he said this "See, if none of this had happend, she would be dead now, and you woulden't have just been shot, so I would kindly request you to move, so I can kill her and go away, and then continue killing more vampires."
((can we have multiple characters? if so go ahead and kill this one))

((No problem, just don't change characters too many times as it may get confusing))

((Sure. We probably shouldn't have multiple living ones at the same time, though.))

James raised his revolver, and fired his first bullet of the night.

David wasnt paying attention, or else he would have done that mist thing, instead he took a shot to his left shoulder, drew his sword and dagger, and charged James

Asher was reloading while David ran away. Idiot. he thought to himself. How could I have let me ammo get so low? Now all three of those creatures have escaped! After he finished, he turned to Henry, sizing him up and surveying his equipment.
"What's your name?" Asher asked.
"Henry".
" I'm Asher. You a vampire hunter?"
"Yes."
"You good?"
" I think so."
"Good. So. Would you consider an alliance between the two of us, Henry?"

With a flick of his wrist, James grabbed and held out a wooden knife at chest level.

David didn't see the knife, if he had he would have rolled but instead his momentum caused him to be impaled, im the very last moments of his life, if you could call it that, he swung his dagger at James, then collapsed on the ground, dead.

While the others were fighting each other, D was ahead and already setting up to find the Vampire pursuing the village. He took refuge at a local inn, but didn't speak to anyone else there. Instead, they chatted themselves through the night about what could possibly come now that a dhampir was in their village and persisting on destroying this vampire.

Lizzie seemed to go unnoticed once again as the men fought around her. She decided it was time to leave, although it was hours until dawn, she didn't want to be caught in a sticky situation.

She plodded her way through the thick underbrush for at least a kilometer before she reached the open fields of a large dairy farm.

Lizzie had rented a small cottage from the dairy farmer and his wife. It was far enough away from the main house to be private. Lizzie had hired a part time house keeper to buy her food and keep the cottage in a tidy state. Lizzie's real reason for the house keeper was so that people didn't get suspicious about her nocturnal habits.

One thing that Lizzie had learned, was as a vampire grew older it was able to tolerate the sunlight more. Although she couldn't go into direct sunlight Lizzie could walk outside on a cloudy day. It was her way to promote being "human".

The other thing she did was eat. Although a vampire didn't need to eat, they still could. Lizzie had always loved cuisine and still relished cooking. It also helped to make the "human" image more real. Unlike a lot of vampires, Lizzie only fed on humans once a month, it was all a vampire needed to stay strong. Many others killed because of the pleasure of the hunt or the desire to inflict pain. Neither of these traits touched Lizzie's heart. She blinked for a moment and decided not to think of the past.

Name: Michael Kain
Species: Human
Weapons: One revolver, with plently of ammo, two steel daggers, with blades coated in silver, a longsword, a very usefull set of springloaded silver blades that are in a sheath on his wrist (think predator, minus all the cool tech) a small crossbow with wooden/ silver bolts dipped in holy water, plus a wooden  stake and a small crucifix
Appearance: Shoulder length brown hair, dark eyes dresses in dark trousers, a light shirt and a dark trenchcoat
Reason for Hunting: Parents died in a horseback riding accident when he was ten, causing him to be taken in by a traveling vampire slayer