Vampire Hunt RPG (Page 4 of 10)

'Red hair, huh?' D thought to himself for a moment. 'Perhaps that town was under attack after all...'

Michael had a feeling that this wouldent go to well if they didnt go now "We need to move, before they leave" He dre his pistol, and his sword, and stepped into the clearing ahead.

They were just leaving, he aimed at the woman first, but then re-aimed it at the man and fires. It was a weakness he had, his trainers had tried to weed it out of him, but they had never began to, when given a choice between a male and a female target, he would choose the male first. He didnt know why, but he just did.

The shot missed its mark, and hit the man in the shoulder. He whirled around and charged at Michael, punching him in the shoulder when he got close enough, Michael lost his grip on his sword and pistol as he spun and alomst fell , but thats why he had the wrist blades. He drew them, regaining his balance, and slashed at the werewolf

Michael's blade only nicked Jame's chin. Jame's gave his opponent an uppercut, and slammed his head against a tree, knocking him unconcious for the moment. Talbot took this time to pull the bullet out of his shoulder.

Noticing that his quasi-partner was in trouble, he began his transformation into the wolf-man stage.

(does any one mind if I join?)

(Thanks!)

Name: Talon Varson

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Dragon, (His Father was a mighty Dragon and his Mother was a powerful human Witch)

Weapons:
-Inchanted Katana with blood red blade, and a ruby encrested on the gold handle.
(due to enchantment when Katana hits its target, it will burn the target)
-three silver dagers

Description: 5,9 feet tall, with Dark red hair, green eyes. Dark Red robe encrested with a flying dragon, with a hood that hides his face

Abilites: -Able to transform into a blood red dragon the size of a horse.
-can cast fire balls while still in human form
- can see in pitch black darkness
-hightened sences
-abnormle strength

Tactics for killing Vampires: burning them to ash

Reason for hunting: His Father and Mother, where killed buy a clan of Vampires while they slept. He seeks his revenge on them, and all
Vampires...

Talon walked in the Darkness of the forest, an ordinary being might trip or stumble but not he, he could see every thing as though it were day.....the sound of battle drew to his ears, and the smell of blood to his nose....and a smile to his lips. He enjoyed combat, the taste of warm flesh in his mighty maw, the flexing of his skills, and the tearing his foes to ribbons with his claws. He changed his course and walked in the direction of the battle.

Talon came to the clearing where he had heard the fighting, and saw what he had been hoping for: a battle. He drew his Katana and attacked the first being that cought his eye: A man\fish sorta creature, he liked to eat fish so it was only normal that he should.

D pulled Michael's body from the scene. After laying Michael's body down, D laid his left hand over Michael's body.
"Is he alright?"
'Yeah, this guy'll be fine, he's stronger than your average human.'
"Alright, I guess we'll have to leave him here until he wakes up."

Henry is sound asleep. He dreams of someone sleeping peacefully in bed, when a shadowy figure silently enters the room. Approaching the bed, the figure leans down and sinks its fangs into the sleeping person. After a few moments, the pale figure rises, blood dripping down his chin. As color flows back into the vampire's face, and his features fill out, Henry recognizes the face as his own. He wakes up screaming.

Henry jumps out of bed, sweating, and gasping for breath.

"Ah, oh...Just a dream. Tuesday?! I slept for two days?!" Henry looked up at the clock above the bathroom mirror and then looks at the mirror, to see a bloodstain on his shirt collar and two small bite marks on his neck.
After getting closer, he notices fangs in his mouth.
"Damnit!" Henry yelled, tearing the sink, along with all of the piping, right out of the wall.
He paused for a second before throwing it out of the window.
"What the?" Henry said aloud. He would not have been able to do that yesterday...well sure, but the solid steel polished sink felt light as a feather.
Henry put the sink down upon noticing a small letter, written in blood, stuck on the mirror.
It simply said "Enjoy." and right below it was the name "Carlos".
"S O B! In my own blood, no doubt." Henry exclaimed. "I'll kill him. I'm gonna tear his heart out and make him eat it." 
He was mad for sure, but Vampirism must have a plus side. Henry put his clothes on, but only to find his large, normally perfecly fitting shirt too tight.
"Well, no need to lift weights again, I guess." He thought, looking at his arms and upper body. "Nope."
He finished suiting up in his normal attire and wrapped his head up in some leftover black cloth. Henry grabbed everything...exept his crucifix neclace. He was too afraid to touch it. Henry then looked upon the painting of the Crucifiction on the wall, then out the window at the sky.
"Forgive me." He said with a sigh, then started walking down the stairs to go outside into the snow.

Lizzie looked at the creature before her. "Wait," she said "I too seek to destroy Carlos, he murdered my family and turned me into this."

The fish creature paused for a moment. Lizzie considered her options. It seemed that most wanted to kill her simply because she was a vampire. Not that she'd had any choice in the matter. Her fingers toyed at the edge of her sleeve preparing to grab the hidden dagger that was nestled there if necessary. She waited for the creature's answer.

It was then that she sensed the transformation in the werewolf. He was changing to his wolf form. She didn't look away from the creature in front of her, to Lizzie it would be much more beneficial if he joined them rather than fought them.

This didn't slow James down, or his beastial rage. He wrapped his arms around Michael, and slammed him into the tree, shattering a good portion of it.

Asher hesitated ,unsure of what to do. His mind raced, considering his options. Should I go ahead and kill her? He wondered. Or do I make peace with her, and perhaps lose my very soul, just to take down a more powerful devil? Can I live with myself for sparing a vampire? Can I live with myself for killing a potential ally?

After a little more consideration, Asher knew what he should do. He thrust forward his clawed hand, directly towards Lizzie's heart...and stopped. His hand was outstretched, and he began to recede into humanity.

"Alright. Perhaps we could make a deal. Normally I wouldn't even consider, but there's something different about you. You are more....I don't know....pure than most of your kind. Perhaps you are worth letting you live. My name is Asher."

"Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie."

They shook hands,  and Asher noticed Michael was getting attacked by the werewolf.

"Is the lycanthrope a friend of yours?" Asher asked Lizzie.

"If you use the word 'friend' loosley."

"Well he's attacking another teammate of mine. What do you suggest we do?"

Before he charged, James noticed that his opponent landed near his partner, and she did not attack. Puzzled, he asked "Is our argument over already?"