It is the night in San Francisco, and most people are going to bed. Some are just arising though.
Lanso Hadred
You wake up on a park bench. It is dark. You are hungry. Your instincts remind you of your mission to find and eliminate the potential threats to the Succubi located in San Francisco.
Name : Lanso Hadred
Faction : Succubi ( Incubus )
Description : Lanso is a particularly handsome man, he has medium length blonde hair which is often spiked up on top of his head.
He has a set of wings which he keeps concealed beneath his long black coat that look as if they are covered in black feathers, very similar to that of an angel.
Despite this he is extremely handsome to women and has taken to feeding on them rather then men for that fact as well as for his deep seated desire to breed.
Stats
Strength: 1
Constitution: 1
Willpower:1
Dexterity: 2
Perception:1
Charisma:2
Intelligence:0
HP : 7
Food Points:0
Krakjaw
You awaken in you little nest below the city in the sewers. It is wet and dark. You are hungry.
You remember the time when "they" named you. Krakjaw. You spit in disgust. Your allies helped break you out, and are hiding you here, in the sewers.
Name: Krakjaw
Faction: Were-Creature
Description: Half man and half Crocodile with large armor-like dark green scales coating the back of his body limbs, and face while small paler scales cover the remainder of his body, his hunger filled golden eyes and many viscous fangs put those that see him in a state of panic that makes diplomacy extremely difficult.
Stats:
Strength:3
Constitution:2
Willpower:0
Dexterity:2
Perception:1
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 0
HP: 7
Food Points:0
Donovan Toth
Hearing that the threat has spread into the big blue thing on the map labeled "US" you decided that you would travel there and start a new sect of the Hungarian Vampire Hunters. You took some garlic, a crossbow with 20 bolts, and your knife, blessed with holy water. The cross you wear around your neck protects you from the evil that lurks in every corner.
You still need to go get food and a place to stay. You have brought 50 USD from the hunter chapter house vault, and a note to the mayor of San Francisco.
Gender: Male
Faction: Vampire Hunters
Description: In the city of night where supernatural overrules the natural, it is not normal to find that whatever firstly inhabited the place works to purge whatelse may lurk in the shadows.
Humankind, the lifeblood of the earth. Donovan was only a measly farmer beforehand, adept with the plow and pitchfork, a cattle raiser and an agriculturist and also an apprentice to the local smith in his free time. Close friends with the local clergy and any other man or woman who came to his house for aid, he was a stern and hardworking man of the fields - producing crops aplenty with his knack in the arable land.
In time, the darkness grew. Rumors of death and famine ravaged the land, spreading by heresay and rumor. The village was soon visited by a vagabond band of soldiers - no doubt from the mercenary companies strewn across the region, and instead of being pillaged (as was the idea of the time then), were armed and trained to fight whatever was plaguing the land. Taking any able man to the fight, after months they were ready. The village was left safe in the hands of its leaders, and exhausted of most of its workforce -- turned into levied fighters.
Donovan, took on the role of a traveling smith, carrying his own set of customized knives. Swords and such were too much of a fancy to be taken by mere villagers, and it was then his first trials as a hunter came to be.
Stats
HP: 5
Food Points:0
Strength: 1
Constitution: 0
Willpower: 2
Dexterity: 1
Perception: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 2
Lenard Dinite
You wake up at the scene of one of your hangovers. There is charcoal as far as the eye can see. You have a headache, and could really use a potion, or some kind of sedative, to get rid of that headache. You are really, really thirsty.
Name: Lenard Dinite
Faction: Disloyal Vampire mage stoner
Description: As if immortality wasn't heady enough, Lenard got addicted to mana potions "not too recently". He's really an all around addict to everything you can name; if he's not high by the time he clocks out for the day, he's not going to be a happy camper the next day; nor is he ever, really. He's almost skeletal-y thin, but his skin is loose and hangs off him like rolls of fat, a lot of it piling in the bowl between his hip bones. He's got shocking long white hair going every-which-way, mostly down around his stomach. His very bloodshot eyes bulge and twitch out of his head, which you can pretty much see his skull through. His lips are blood red, though, despite his skin being whiter than even the palest of other vampires.
His voice is simultaneously a high pitched whine and a deep rumble that comes from his lungs not working in sync anymore, and one being half sized and the other overinflated. He's paranoid to antisocial extremes. He hallucinates on a regular basis and takes nonsensical actions frequently as a result. He also keeps stashes of drugs in his skin folds.
He was last seen squatting in an abandoned and partially burnt out apartment building.
Str: 1
Con: 0
Will: 0
Dex: 5
Per: 1
Cha: 0
Int: 1
hp: 5
Withdrawl:0
Blood:0
Jane Love
You are the resident Succubi. Arising at your nest, you have emitted a pheromone to alert all Succubi of the presence of several intruders to your domain. Succubi are very territorial, but you are exceptionally so, that upon finding that you were outmatched in your adolescence, you called home. You are hungry.
Name:Jane Love
Faction:Succubi (wings of course,)
Description:A red headed woman with unnatural beauty and blue eyes. Wear jeans and a hoodie for some reason.
Stats
Strength:0
Constitution:0
Willpower:2
Dexterity:1
Perception:1
Charisma:2
Intelligence:2
HP:5
Food:0
Post your actions for turn one of night one.
I'm still accepting new players.