It is the day! Everyone loses 3 food/blood/inebriation points.
Negative points are added to all of your stats. Sleep points go down at the end of the day.
It is 9:00
Lanso Hadred
So, you call the pizza place, asking for an important pizza. Well, nobody answers, and the line is dropped there. Darnit. (2)
"THIS IS THE POLICE, OPEN UP, WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!"
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 decide to put him down. You then smash his head in with brute force. Blood goes everywhere, and people run away screaming. It would be hard to not be the racist xenophobe most people are. Good job, you justified humanity's dislike for were-people. (6) Well, his clothes are WAY too small for you. (4) Guess what, the police are here. (1) You take off running for the nearest manhole, but take a few hits. -2 HP Unfortunately the police stand between home and here. You are going to have to try to get around them to go home. (1)
Name: Krakjaw
Faction: Were-Creature
Description: Half man and half Crocodile with large armorlike 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 viscious 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: 4/7
Food Points:0
Donovan Toth
((Whoops, I feel dumb and confused now. ))
You have a hard time steering your head to the memories of home, but you do. It was a bad choice though, as you remember that fateful raid on your home town by the enemy. There were no survivors. You see that vampire driving a stake through a young boys heart again. Men being swallowed up in the shadows to be seen again as bones and a puddle of blood and flesh. You'll never forget that night. The night you fled your home into the city. (2) You wake up moments later. You sleep nicely on the tempurpedic bed for the rest of the time. (6)
Time to rise and shine. You are given the complimentary breakfast. +1 Food Point. You've got to get ready for your meeting with the mayor. You look awful. It is time to go now. (2) Or you could blow it off, and do something else.
((Hint: Don't blow off the meeting.))
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: 5-2
Food Points:-1
Sleep Points:2
Strength: 1-1
Constitution: 0-1
Willpower: 2-1
Dexterity: 1-1
Perception: 1-1
Charisma: 1-1
Intelligence: 2-1
Lenard Dinite
You can spend blood points so they are negative.
So, you're lying under the dumpster. (6) It is nice and cool under this dumpster.
((I just skipped you, because your just sitting there. ))
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
Inebriation:0
Blood:0
Jane Love
"Oh look, you're awake." The fatguy says.
"We thought you were dead. Well, one of us did." The younger one said.
You awake strapped to a chair. In a room that is tan colored, with a window to the left. (5)
"Me and my friends and I here want to know why your here. If you answer truthfully, we will let you go. If you lie, we'll arrest you and you'll rot in jail for along time. Doesn't matter if you aren't from here." The younger guy says.
The first man just stands there with his cane. He looks much stronger. He appears to be middle aged, and wears a brown coat.
A doctor comes in. "I don't know what to think of it. She has no pulse. "
"Well Watson, she is obviously foreign, she spoke broken english in the time we've had with her -"
"Sherlock, this is something worse than anyone thought. Something you'll never believe. " Says the fat man.
He walks out of the room. "Sherlock" follows. You're left with the doctor.
"I'm going to run some tests. Nothing invasive." He takes a syringe and and draws blood with it. "
The two men come back and the doctor leaves.
"Okay, now it's time for some answers. Who and what are you?" Says the younger of the two, Sherlock.
What do you do? What do you say?
If you had more strength, you would be able to get out of the chair, but you are not very strong.
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
Harold Blake
You are starving, and decide to go ask again. The guards say no, and direct you to the nearest town outside of the city. That was nice. (5)
You're going to have to find something to eat in the space outside of the city, or die.
Name: Harold Blake
Faction: Succubi
Description: Harold is an average looking man with short blonde hair, dark green eyes and an athletic build, the only unusual thing about his appearance is a slight lump on his back where his wings are concealed.
Stats
Strength:0-3
Constitution:0
Willpower:0-3
Dexterity:2-3
Perception :2-3
Charisma:4-3
Intelligence:0-3
HP: 5-3
Food Points:-3
((We *STILL* need more other races, the succubi race is locked until we get more of the other races. Remember, unlimited sign ups. You could learn a lot about the setting by reading and participating in
this thread. ))
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