ooc/ , I will give an intro but I can't really post until next week, I'm going camping and am coming home next sunday.

bic/ Piper stood at the edge of town, the houses in front of her were farther apart, slowly leading to the open air. The 5'6 woman began walking towards freedom, ignoring her dark brown hair escaping it's bun. The pins needed to restrain her masses of hair irritated her almost as much as her petticoats and skirt did. Although it was her favorite color, a dark forest green, the restrictions on movement frustrated her to no end. Her shoes weren't much better. Although they were sensible for the muck that covered London's streets they hurt her toes. Her sensitive ears could hear livestock munching away at grass and grain as she walked further away from town, the farmland sneaking it's way back into existence. The woman's oddly green eyes scanned the road in front of her for on coming traffic, but there was very little. It was nearing twilight and everybody was heading home.

She could feel her wolf side wanting to be set free, to feel the light breeze through it's fur, the grass and dirt under her paws. It also wanted to hunt the livestock, something she never allowed it to do. At least when she was in control. The moon wasn't quite at full yet, but she could tell the wolf's instincts were beginning to blend with her own like it did every month as the full moon came closer. Piper hated that part of the curse, she didn't want to hunt and kill people's income, the animals that were probably a part of families, but the three nights around a full moon would always trump that. The wolf was hungry for a challenge.

She'd dealt with it for the last 14 years, nearly half of her life, but she still wasn't able to win on those nights. During the first year or so she'd never been able to control the change, sending her running for cover anytime her temper flared, going to bed early most nights and locking the door so her parents wouldn't be able to see an empty bed and a window open. She knew if they'd ever discover their daughter had become apart of the monsters they hunted they'd kill her. The family had cornered a particularly vicious werewolf when she was 15 and it lashed out, biting her left shoulder before escaping. Knowing of the bite's power she hid it from her family, covering it up while it healed. She'd lost an older brother to a bite 2 years prior because their mother had found out and locked him away. Starving him to death rather than a quick kill. 'No mercy kills for a monster' was the only explanation Piper got for the cruel death.

The girl began to plan, knowing the injury could possibly kill her or change her life forever. She feigned a stomach bug by eating elderberry root the night of the first full moon. Her change had hurt a lot. She wanted to scream as her hands twisted and crunched forming paws but she was worried the wrong sound would come out of her lips and draw her parents back home. As her skull stretched out to form the wolf's powerful jaws she nearly fainted. Her legs breaking and reshaping wasn't nearly as painful and the slight lessening of pain gave her enough of a relief to keep her conscious as the wolf's mind exploded into hers and took over for the night launching her out her window and into the fields beyond. Her parents nearly killed her that night as she hung on for the ride. As the sun rose somehow the wolf knew to get back home and into Piper's bedroom. The change back to human was nearly as painful as the one to a wolf but she managed it and to hide the destroyed clothing from the nights adventures.

She began to only hunt with them in the day, searching for the dens of werewolf clans, the places of shelter for the vampires, and the homes of shifters, claiming the days travels had worn her out, despite the fact she'd been hunting since she was 9. Her parents began to think her mood swings were apart of being a teenager and the side effects of having woman time of the month. It was difficult hiding it until she was old enough to leave 'for the city' is what she told them, saying she had a job in town as a housekeeper. It wasn't a complete lie, at least, she had found a job, but it was with an investigator as a sidekick/secretary. She also lived in the country.

ooc(again)/ I'm sorry if it was confusing/had a lot of typos. My fingers aren't functioning well today. I might add on later today, but I'm not sure.

ooc;;

, could i drop in with a vampire character? c:

OoC// Yes please! I'miss gonna need to bring one in as well.

A few actually. Need a few more to make it interesting

ooc;; awesome~ ill probably double or triple (or zintiple) up on characters as we go along. i know i want a human charrie thats on the supernaturals' side, and maybe a young vampire.. we'll see how it goes. i tend to wing it w character creation lol
bic;;
"A lovely evening to you, sir!"
"And to you," Gideon returned crisply. He finished locking the bank door as his employee began the rather late trek home through the London streets.
Gideon had once hated the longer work days. With the Bank of England picking off their investors at an alarming rate, Gideon Banking was under threat of being run out of business. The solution: extra upkeep, investor courting, raking in new clients. All time-consuming endeavors. Gideon hadn't wanted to let go of his afternoon hansom cab ride (covered windows, of course) to the manor, when his extended free time allowed for productivity of his choosing. It was a nice routine. And the vampire banker was indeed a creature of routine.
But he soon found that he rather enjoyed an evening stroll home. As his body adapted sometime a few hundred years ago, he found that twilight rays caused only minimal discomfort, as opposed to the searing pain the sun renownedly caused otherwise. He remained in the shadow of buildings where possible, but it wasn't an overt necessity. It gave him a chance to walk among the living when few would expect him. A bit risky, perhaps, but certainly no more risky than performing the job he worked in the bank he owned. He'd lived too long to live in caution.
The sharply-dressed man placed the keys in the pocket of his long coat, and began his own trek through the streets.
The walk was fairly uneventful. A local store was putting up its 'out-of-business' sign, the demographic shifts (far too many new people, far too much change) leaving it obsolete. The slums remained the same as they ever were. Gideon nodded politely to a street beggar that had become familiar to him since his evening shifts, but continued on without acknowledging the man's broken request. The church had long lost its imposing feel to him, having attended a few evening sermons just for ironic humor's sake, but it still loomed above him as he passed. It took him 42 minutes to reach the outskirts of the city. A bit quick today, he silently reprimanded himself.
As he walked, a smell ghosted into his nose. He swiped a finger across his nose's tip, but gave no further sign of his true desire to pinch it and crinkle his face. Werewolves were sporadic in London, more so now that livestock was being pushed farther and farther from the city, but they still remained. Putrid-smelling creatures. How could humans not pick it up? Gideon did his best to avoid the beasts in general, for reasons more than stench, but he tended to run into them when the buildings began spacing out and the farmland began creeping into view. His manor was luckily not too far out beyond the city. Still, encounters weren't entirely avoidable.
This one seemed to be walking on the main road out of London, which was his preferred way home.
Stifling a sigh, Gideon continued walking, turning onto the road and trying not to gag from the stronger smell. There weren't many people around, but there were enough to make a confrontation disadvantageous. He doubted the werewolf would attack him here. But either way and either how, he was a creature of routine, and he didn't plan to break from his well-worn route unless entirely necessary.

ooc: I'll be bringing my gal in: boop I'll get a character sheet done soon as well as an introduction. Sorry it's taking me so long with transitioning into a new job and what have your >w<

(( I apologize for not writing an introduction! I'll try to get to it here soon, it's just been a bit crazy all of a sudden))

any idea what happened to tictac?

Just noticed they were frozen. Weird lol

ooc: Not the slightest idea lol. Ive been working a lot lately and in the middle of getting my life together (orlackthereof lol)

(( I guess let's continue on? Apologies for no intro yet x.x Honestly I'm not really sure how to start, not to mention I'm on vacation with very slow internet...))

pokes tentatively with a stick Guys?

ooc: I'm posting up something as soon as I can. Things are trying to get sour in my life right now after getting demonized by my roommates mother -- and I haven't been in the best of spirits lately.

:( That sucks, hope it all turns around quickly!

Would there be space for more? And if so could the raised from the dead sort be useful in the region of thinking? (Aka not a braindead zombie, but a undead guy who is sarcastic and talks more than his vampire?)

If not I can think of something, but man I have always wanted to play this sort of thing out with my two darlings. The vampire having reanimated his human lover of sorts who was really just a blood bank for feeding, then passed as he was not immortal. So the vampy guy works to learn such skills and reunite them. (Idk why his supid face thinks a zombie has blood...but whatever.)

OoC// I'm going to say that for the sake of brining in a character, that is fine! But the other reanimated corpses are basically the same as Frakenstein's monster. Dumb, scared and strong.

After someone else posts something I'll post my intro, had to start it over after I didn't save it, and that pissed me off greatly lol. -.-

Welcome!

Yay for starting!

Also I now have a kitten who likes watching my computer as I type... and attack my hands. This will be fun

((Ooc: Oh gosh I hate that. Its totally the worst if you had something good as well!

Also I can always have him a human instead of undead if thats easier to fit the plot. Or think of something my vampire did to make him able to think freely. I dont want to go too far out of you canon haha.

Woo I am excited! I used to love big group rps when I was on other ava sites as a smaller potato. This shall be fun 8D))

The man stood in front of an abandoned cathedral just outside of London Town. Once a place full of worshipers, it emptied out after the Plague cam lame through, and it was used as a place to aid the dying. A newer, bigger church was built down the road. Now this one stood in mute witness to the fickelness of humanity, and he somewhat understood why the abhorrent felt like the humans were lower than dirt.

His black duster fluttered slightly in the small breeze. Clad in the suit of a wealthy, upper-class man, with a black suit, vest and pants to match, one would think he was a banker or nobleman. Quite the opposite was true. He was a blacksmith, hence the weaponry the Hunter carried. He readjusted the top hat that adorned his head, which kept the long, mousey brown hair out of his eyes, the back of which was pulled into a ponytail with his mother'said ribbon. Bit of a good luck charm. He pulled a small notebook from the inside pocket of his coat.

Adain MacTaggart was born into a family of Scottish hunters, their parents were hunters, and theirs, so on so forth. He was a big man. 6'5 and muscular, he was built for the job. He was a bit on the older side at 35, but he was spry, and good at what he did. He wrote down some notes in his book, put it away, and sighed.

He reached into a bag he carried, and pulled out a leather Plague doctor's mask. He didn't wear it to protect his identity, but rather to make a statement. He strapped the mask to his face, looked up and down the near empty street for a second, and stepped into the church.

Empty as it was, the place reeked of death. The vampires had been using it for their rituals of death and vampiristic feeding, bringing their victims here. He walked slowly through the church, to avoid alerting anyone listening. He found a set of stairs going to a cellar. He reached under the duster, and pulled out a dirk and crescent hand axe, both with blades of silver as he neared the bottom of the stairs.

OoC//@Taters @Goldy @spikedheart @xAvarice

this post is going to turn out too long if I try to continue on. Will wait for another's post!

ooc/ Yay postage!

Does that count for a post? I think Piper might be heading in the wrong direction to interact

OoC// It sure does!

BiC//

He peeked around a corner, clenching his teeth at the sight that greeted him. Upon a stone table lay a young woman, either already dead or dying, in a bloodstained night gown. 6 of the pale monsters stood around her, and another crouched over her, filling it's diseased, undead belly with her blood.

His grip tightened on the axe handle, and he rounded the corner, no longer trying to hide the loud clicking sounds the silver-stamped heels of his riding boots made. The footwear perfect for stomping skulls of the Unholy.

One of the vampires turned around, his teeth misshapened and long, nose squished in and ears long. Adain frowned, this is what the vampires looked like when they were feasting and not concentrating on looking like a human, at least, the vampires who were newer to the affliction did. And they were way more dangerous in their own way.

"Well, lookit here, lady and gentlemen, a Hunter on his own waannnddering into our 'Holy place.' I think i'my going to turn him out of irony." The one whispered and cooed, but Adain slowly advanced. The one feeding looked up, and immediately jumped off the girl, a frown on his face as he hissed, "Jameson, you fool! Do not underestimate him! That is the Plague Doctor! He wiped out the den on Kilburn high road by himself!"

The one named Jameson laughed, turning towards the other "I'mean not afraid of a man who has to hide his face!This will be quick and-"

Adain whirled the dirk in his hand and threw it, the blade spinning through the air. It buried itself in the vampire's throat, and the vampire fell, writhing and gurgling as the silver already began to burn his flesh. Adain took two bounding steps, plucking the long knife from the vampire's throat.

There was a whirlwind of movement as the vampires slashed with claws, gnash ed with teeth, trying to hurt the Scots, but he was quick. He ducked and slashed as he countered, blocking swings with the dirk and hacking off limbs and chunks of flesh with the axe, quickly dispatching those the axe made contact with.

The smell of burning flesh filled the cellar as the vampire corpses began to burn, and Adain stood amongst them, looking slowly around as he made sure they were thoroughly killed. One tried to crawl away, and Adain overturned him with his boot, pulling a straight razor from a pocket. It was the one who was feeding, and Adain smiled under the mask.

[B]"Ah, your the one who heard of me previously. Who is your master, and where are these newer, much angrier vampires coming from?"[/b] He asked, pulling a silver straight razor from a pocket, and waving it in front of the vampire's eyes.

OoC// once again gonna wait for another post, this intro is turning out to be longer than expected.