RPG: Supernatural II: Rise of the Vampire Mage (Page 1 of 7)

Name: Ronsom Sa'ab
Species: Regular vampire
Sex: Male
Age: 105
Appearance:
Nothing special, skin a little too white, sunken eyes, blue-lense glacier-glasses
Weapon:
pair of butterfly swords, http://www.wle.com/products/SH2293.html
Personality:
Tired, continually under-fed, and distant. Eyes glossed over most of the time.

Not sure where to go from here but ready.

Name:  Fendren Kalman
Species:  Regular Werewolf
Sex: Male
Age: 194
Appearance: Around 30
http://ui03.gamespot.com/66/samfisher_2.jpg
Weapons:  Colt Python .357 Revolver
Two Scimitars strapped to back under coat. http://www.georgehernandez.com/h/xMarti … imitar.jpg

Personality:  Doesn't much go for human company.  Dislikes the humans and thinks they are much too weak for him to bother with.  Happily will slay a few to sate his hunger.
He is very opinionated and let's people know it at times.

Short History:  Fendren's werewolf ancestry has been traced back to the early medieval age in Britain.  Since then they have relocated to America where Fendren was born.  The old clan which Fendren's family was apart of was massacred by slayers and his parents and him fled to Marley's Point.
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Fendren checked the piece of paper in his hand and looked at the building in front of him.  This was the place.  Marley's Point Museum.  Didn't look too bad.  But the hackles on the back of his neck were telling him otherwise.  Ignoring these warnings he strode up the steps.  An overweight human bodyguard stepped in his way.

"I'm sorry sir but we are closed at six tod-" Fendren none too gently continued on through him.  The pack leader had given him a task and he wasn't about to let a puny human stop him from accomplishing it.  He spotted her hanging up posters.

"Avlynn.  It's been awhile since we've seen you around."  At the sound of his voice she froze. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Come on.  You know.  Everyone is missing you.  We all really want you back so very dearly."  Fendren let the sarcasm seep into his voice.

"You sound so sincere."

"I'm just about as thrilled as coming here to talk as you are.  But he told me to come over and try and we all know I couldn't tell the pack leader no.  Not without having to watch my neck for the next century."

"Listen Fen.  I-"

The security guard and a short balding man in a suit interrupted.

"Excuse me sir but I suggest you leave now or we will have to get the authorities involved."

Fendren didn't even turn.

"Avlynn and I were having a conversation.  I am going to give you 5 seconds to leave us."

"You can't tell me to get out of my own museum!  Who do you think you are?"  Fendren tensed and clenched his fists.  Avlynn glared at him. 

"Don't do it Fen.  Just leave."  Fendren smiled sweetly.

"Fine I'll go."  He slid a small piece of paper with an address for a bar 3 blocks down the street.

"We have some things to talk about."  Fendren turned and strode past the two men and out the door.  He inhaled the air as the sun set over the horizon.  He headed for the bar.  Hopefully she wouldn't show up and Fen would head back to the pack leader and tell him he tried.  But luck hadn't been with him theses past few years.

((Left the leader position open if anyone is interested.))

Fendren scowled darkly as she sat down in front of him.

"So what's the go this time?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't show."

"Nice to see you too Fen.  It's been what 20 years since we last spoke to each other?"

"23."

"Ah.  Now really, why did you barge into my museum causing such a ruckus?"

"Like I told you.  He wants you back.  Don't ask me why.  He sent me to hunt you down and give you the offer to come back to the pack."

She stared at him unblinking.  Fen continued on.

"I have one question though.  Why would you choose to spend your time among these pathetic humans?  They are nothing!  I saw that man you consider your boss.  How do you sit there and let him boss you around when you know you could squash him like the worm he is?"

**Hi Droideka, yeah feel free to interact with other people's characters in your posts - makes things more interesting**

Avlynn sighed, she didn’t know when Fen had become so jaded about humans but she could understand why. Humans didn’t like what they didn’t know, anything different was something to be feared. It was one of the reasons why she wished she were human: no secrets meant no threat.

“I’m not interested in returning to the pack,” she said, then more quietly, “although it is nice to see you, even if you are the world’s biggest grump.”

Avlynn swore she almost saw a shadow of a smile. But Fen quickly hid any sort of response by drinking a mouthful of his beer.

“As for my boss, yeah I wouldn’t mind showing him just how strong this little girl is but that’d blow my cover.” Avlynn commented.

“We shouldn’t have to hide who we are,” Fen growled.

“Yeah and all vampires should be toast. Some things just don’t change, Fen.” Avlynn pointed out.

“Speaking of the leeches, I thought I smelt one of the undead’s stench outside.” Fen commented and a gleam of the predator within shone in his eyes.

Avlynn couldn’t help but respond in kind, “Really? I didn’t think they bothered much with Marley’s Point.”

“Could be an exile or they might be looking to extend their territory,” Fen pointed out.

“So you’ve come hunting? Did you come alone?” Avlynn asked and waited with baited breath.

"No.  Ian came as well."

That drew a response.  She always had a soft spot for him.  Ian was quite infatuated with her a long while ago.  Fen suspected he still harbored feelings but he wasn't sure about her.  Probably found some human to replace him.  The thought made him cringe. 

"He's outside?"

"He's taking point watching for any of these unsavouries."

"I see."  She stared outside the front door looking around.  Fen slid out of the booth.

"Well we should be getting leaving now.  I'm slightly hungry."  He grinned wolfishly but the smile quickly disappeared.  He lowered his voice and addressed her.

"But really it was uh nice seeing you.  As much as I hate you living with these humans, I came because I missed it.  I miss those days were we were young and feral.  If not for the pack leader then for me and Ian.  Ian and I are drifting apart.  And I ain't the best with relationships.  You were the one that held us together."  Fen didn't really want to pull this out but he had specific orders.

((Hmm.  Not sure I was going to transform into a wolf now.  And judging from the first RPG we do in fact have control as wolves.))

((Well generally once your character has left somewhere you aren't really aware of what's going with other characters.  You don't want to take too many liberties writing for others.  For instance.  I'm not sure my character would take too kindly too being held onto the collar.  He'd probably do more than struggle and give up trying to get out.  And I'm not sure Avlynn would hold us back.  She might have even hunted with us.  I don't know.  Other than that you're doing good.))

The Hard Luck was a popular den for wolves. No doubt they'd been ordered to meet there just to catch their interest. His mind worked on a couple of dimensions. He only knew the tavern was a dive for wolves, and he knew he was being paid to steal an amulet. Anything else, plots and politics were over his head. He had trouble bothering.
Ronsom was task oriented. Santiago didn't care either way, with the two of them so distant from the other blood-suckers.
"Are we being followed?" Iago glanced to the little hard case.
"Who's to say...turn at the light."
They turned in. They pulled up, got out. Iago opened the case, left it behind.
It was an autorevolver, Ronsom guessed it took a .454 casull, medium-large game rounds.
"You only have to pull the hammer once." And of course, they'd be after large game eventually.
The musuem was closed.

Name: Lev 'Jimbo' Pliskin
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Affiliation: Silver Knights of St.Michael
Appearance: 6', average build, short blonde hair, silver-grey eyes rimmed with black. Wears mid-calf length brown leather trenchcoat with matching buckled bracers and gloves, white long sleeved button-up shirt with dark grey period wool vest and pants, knee high brown leather period cowboy boots with spurs, brown bandolier-style gunbelt across chest.
Weapons:

Smith & Wesson Model 29 .44 Magnum
http://www.engstromauctions.com/Novembe … odel29.jpg

Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 Nitro Express Revolver
http://forum.gon.com/attachment.php?att … 1230200409

Personality: Random at best, usually a nice guy. Lev is obsessed with old western-styled clothing and is often considered weird or just plain crazy by most.

Name: Emeline Tulloch
Species: Regular vampire
Sex: Female
Age: 204
Appearance:
Weapon: Belgian Crossbow Pistol
Personality: Emeline has been on her own for a long time.  In general she doesn’t associate with other vampires unless she has to. She is very self assured and exudes confidence. But her existence is a lonely one.
History: Emeline was protégé to Aldrick. Her aging master trained her to be a guardian for the Amulet of Delkath. She travels where ever the amulet goes, her mission is to stop it getting into the wrong hands and reawakening the vampire mage.

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Night had finally come and Emeline was immediately in her black Lotus Elise. She knew where the Amulet of Delkath was going but had run out of night to pursue it all the way to Marley’s Point. She had a good hour’s drive ahead of her, but then Emeline never kept to the speed limit.

As luck would have it, thirty five minutes into the trip a black and white flashed its lights and blared its sirens. Emeline didn’t have time for Police, she had nothing against them but she really didn’t have time for a lecture on how she should be driving. She was undead, her senses were far superior to a human and her reaction times had saved her from any potential accidents. However humans didn’t believe that vampires were real, so the truth wouldn’t get her out of a ticket.

Instead she put her foot down hard on the accelerator and smiled as the small sports car leapt forward like a cheetah chasing its prey. The Police took some time to catch up but by then Emeline had found some traffic to dodge and weave through. The sirens continued to wail and Emeline watched as her destination grew closer.

Marley’s Point turn off was looming, she didn’t hesitate in taking the exit. The Police followed. Emeline wasn’t familiar with Marley’s Point but she’d taken the opportunity to study the street layout before arriving, she had some idea as to possible escape routes and immediately made for a string of alleyways that interconnected in the most confusing ways.

She found a small shopping centre with an underground car park and quickly parked her Lotus in the most populated spot. Quickly she emerged from the car, locked it and made her way up the ramp way and into the shopping centre.

She often dressed in fairly formal attire, mainly to remind her of the time she’d come from, but now with the tracking of the amulet she had dressed for the occasion. She wore a pair of bootleg navy jeans, an emerald green t-shirt and a black knitted cardigan. She blended perfectly well with the shoppers and quickly exited the mall.

Emeline found the street highly lit and decided to find the more seedy part of town. Her hackles rose as she sensed other supernatural creatures, it wasn’t surprising as Emeline knew a local werewolf pack had set up house in the area. She just hadn’t expected to come across them so quickly.

Fen an Ian headed out the door.  Fen shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking towards the forest that existed just outside of town in the direction of the pack.  Ian sniffed the air behind him.

"Come on Fen.  Can't you smell them?  The air reeks of their stench.  They're so close."

Fen almost didn't want to because then he knew a bloodlust would enter him.

"But the pack leader ordered us to come back as soon..."

"What's with you these days?  Ever since Avlynn left you haven't been any fun.  All work and no play.  What say we relive some of our youth.  Nothing but us and some vamp scum."

Fen turned and experimentally sniffed the air.  The scent of undeath was heavy in the air.  Quite close in fact.  The beast in him was howling but he managed to keep in control.  When he tried to speak his mouth was dry.

"I ah... I think that would be good.  But I don't want to change jut yet.  These are new clothes and I don't want them shredded too much."  Fen smiled wickedly and headed off in the direction of the scent.  He stopped and looked back to Ian.

"You coming or what?"

"Sixty years. First really publicized criminal ever to walk through these doors, and first to come in during my career as a guard here. I swear they were all cheering for him. Every last one of them. All the thieves and murderers, rapists, cop-killers, everyone. They worshiped him. Most of them are out on parole now, some others got killed. Couple of them are still here. And their cheering again, you know why Samson?"

"No sir"

"Their cheering because that bastard Drogan is getting out today. And I swear to God, he hasnt aged more then a year."

*Please allow me to introduce myself*

They were cheering, the same as they had sixty years ago, all of them. The guards were scowling, the two escorting him through the cell block looked straight on, their faces blank, but he knew they were angry, he knew they were afraid. Drogan could smell their fear. Closing in on the gate that so many had only passed through once he looked up, into where the wardens office was. He could see the old man's scowl as Drogan made his way to freedom. The Warden was, or had been, one of the Silver Knights

  As he walked the chains around his wrists and ankles clinked, ten more steps until these guards, who he knew for a fact had still been in diapers while he was killing and stealing from men who were stronger and smarter then they ever would be, could take these chains off. He passed the threshold, a door slammed shut behind him.

Guard number one bent to remove the ankle-cuffs, while Guard number two did the same with he handcuffs. "Approach the counter, dirtbag." Guard one grunted.

Drogan grinned at him, and stepped forward. The clerk at the counter wordlessly pulled a bin from beneath his side, and placed it on the counter. Drogan took the bin, marked with his name and his prisoner number and set it on a bench which sat on the right side of the room. He pulled the garments out, inspecting each of them. They were in perfect condition, the same as they were when he was put into this building. He removed the orange prison issue jumpsuit, the same thing he had worn every day for the past sixty years, and began to dress in what had been his usual fashion. The pants, shirt, tie, waistcoat, coat, though he refrained from putting on his overcoat, on the grounds that it was quite warm. That being done he looked to the bench once again, and noticed something wasnt there. He turned to the clerk.

"You forgot something. Wheres my hat?"

The clerk looked up sharply from the newspaper he was leafing through, and then quickly looked under his counter again, he came back up a moment later, and handed a a black fedora to Drogan, wordlessly as always. Drogan grinned putting on his hat. "Thank you."

Outside was beautiful, even more so because of how long it had been since he had seen it without being behind a fence. He had crossed the threshold, There was a single walkway, leading out the open gates. And at the end, were his people, in the same 1940 Standard Tudor. Jonah riding shotgun, dressed differently then he had last seen him , but mostly unchanged like himself. Roland was behind the wheel. and Michelle was in the back, behind the drivers seat. Drogan climbed in, and picked up the deck of cards which had been on the seat, waiting for him.

"Where to, boss?" That was Roland.

"Im sure things are a little different, what do you think?"

"Marley's Point, not that far from here."

"Is there a coven?"

"Yeah I think so, im not sure how many strong."

"Hmm, do you think they could be a problem?"

"Never know for sure boss, but we can try to steer clear of them and if need be we can make things messy."

"Ok, lets get out of here before the warden decides to have his snipers do a little target practice."

And so the engine started, and Drogan left Murk Valley Correctional Facility behind him.

Name:Walter Drogan.
Age:230, appears to be about 28
Gender:Male
Species: Vampire, regular
Appearance:
Weapon:Thompson Submachine gun, 45 caliber revolver. Large knife.