The topic of Clans has always been a debate amoungst the vampire community. Some believe that it is a way for Clans or Covens to be what is considered a safe haven for most vampires who don't want any part of the human world entirely. This is an idea driven by the younger crowd. They believe themselves to be governed by their own kind. A kind that seems to be superior in the food chain in this modern world. Others see it as an elitist club that is meant for certain powers or certain ages can be only apart of.

The other side of the debate topic is that Covens or Clans should be banned entirely and that a vampires own life should be lead as one as they have lived in their former life. Under the protection of their own goverments and legistlations. The choices of a vampire should always be determined by the thought of remembering that they were too once human and therefore continue that line of thinking. For Cloven supporters, it is a way to weaken the bond between themselves and a failure to forget the blessing that the curse or whatever it is has gave them. Embrace that blood herritage and forget humanity.

On the outside of things, hunters have noticed this rising trouble, and for their own just causes proceeded to make it a time to strike when vampires are at their most vulnerable. So on the night of a summit between what can be a collection of vampires great and small to proceed how to end the debate. A specialized team of hunters gathered and slaughtered many of them. Only taking a handful to be imprisoned and killed slowly as they are being starved to death, forced to confront each other in battle and kill themselves under a hunter public areana.

So after this tragic event who believes in humanity now since humans are the ones who did this to them. Or others who still believe that they are like mankind despite what has been done to them. But what is more important is how they will escape.

This is an action rp, where vampires must be firstly imprisoned and then must together figure a way out. Also this a convincing rp. Vampires must support one side of the arguement and make it convincing. Not just Covens are cool because I roleplayed in a lot of them. Also there can be hunters. These hunters can be as ruthless or sympathedic to vampires. But hunters are hunters and having your long awaited kill be taken from you is such a downer. You want them back and you want them dead.

Rules: Subeta rules apply There are no teen vampires. I mean "Appearing age 16-19" Its hard moving around the world like this. Because a lot of people will ask questions. No godmodding or powerplay. Also no overly powerful vampires that were there the dawn of time basically. I can only let about 4 characters be old. Powers. Elemental, psychic. Walk on walls, super strong, fast whatever. Can pick a combo of 2. However some powers such as ability to control dark and light are very rare and left to possibly old vampires.

Vampire weaknesses. Silver, being beheaded, stake through the heart. Other vampires. Also slowly starving themselves. A vampire can proabably feed once a month but months without food can wear them. Also once a vampire is slowly starving they are losing that magical life force that is keeping their bodies all nice and spanking new. They will start becoming corpses. funny enough this isnt much of a death but more like a preservation tactic. Become a corpse...get blood from outside source. and bing you are fresh and new again However it kinda leaves you vulnerable.

Setting: For now you are in gladiator like prison. A sort of Hunter underground black market. They trade anything from werewolf pelts to harpy claws. They even make them fight for their own pleasure. Each vampire is kept in cells only window is a barred one that has a view of the fights in the areana. From there we can escape to anywhere, city, forest, it doesnt matter as long as its a co-op.

Name: Age: Appearence: Personality: Race: Powers: if a vampire History: Do you support the covens?: Why or Why not: One Secret about them:

Sorry for the giant butt of a character post, I got caught up in the moment. I'll create a vampire later on today.

Name: Bishop (surname is undisclosed) Age: 28 Appearance: He is a naturally dark skinned character who is actually built to be an absolute battleship of a man. He is a very muscular character with the body of person that probably lived up on the mountain tops bench-pressing large boulders and playfully wrestles with bears just for the fun of it(Don’t think of him as a Mr. Universe for that’s false or artificial masculinity). He is a thick, stout, heavyweight man who stands at a rather unnaturally tall height of 6’6” has the false appearance of appearing husky towards some. With his natural muscular shape, he has a fair share of brutal scars from previous battles. Most of his scars are not really worth pointing out for he has quite a few of them and most of them are simply too small or starting to fade with the progression of time, but some of the most prominent ones are the following: a large natural X or star like scar on his right shoddier and under it is four deep scars oddly evenly spaced that give it a mock look of military shoulder markings, this scar is strikingly odd for its so unnatural because it’s too well planned out to be made through randomized battle. Many think he carved it into his own flesh himself but he declines such accusations.

His face is very thick and blocky and he as a fairly large nose. His eyes are fairly round but always has a narrow pensive look to it, their color is an eerie dark-brownish amber that tends to actually get lighter at times, but usually most people don’t notice. His hair is a dark black that is usually shaved down to nothing but a spiky scruff in usually because he dislikes tending to his hair and shaving it down to its lowest point usually frees him of the task of tending to it, at times he shaves all the way down to a militant buzz cut.

His choice is clothing is purposely made to be for work only, not fashion, so it tends to be rather bland and fairly cheap. His wardrobe is has a limited variety but oddly he has quite a bit of clothes and back up clothes mostly because he tends to go through more clothes like a preppy teen girls goes through makeup, but this is common in the hunter world for clothing WILL get damage to the point of uselessness and there for it good to have a lot of back up pairs… He just goes through them a tab bit faster but hey it his money to waste. He usually wears a decent pair of military worthy pants (sometimes camouflaged) or jeans specifically made for work and not fashion. He wears steel toed combat or work boots or Timberlines that merely come in the usual colors of black, tan and variations of brown. He usually wears a series of cheap t-shirts that vary from sleeved to sleeveless and blander colors and over it he wears either just a utility flak jacket or a large dark brown duster, it depends on the weather. Oddly he wears a lot of thick leather gloves and is careful when handling his weapons. He has no casual clothes.

He does have some accessories, he not completely fashion-less though his definition of accessories is extremely limited towards that of many normal fashion-obsessed teenagers. Oddly, he wears a rugged and oddly extremely loose spiked collar around his neck and is virtually useless when it comes to function, like keeping vampires from biting his neck but the spikes are still very sharp to the touch, for some reason he never take it off except when sleeping, but even then he’ll sometimes forget. He ears are pierced but he rarely wears earrings except simple small studs.

Personality: He is a rather pessimistic character that always tends to look down on most situations and is usually viewed to be a rather melancholy person that keeps a rather heavy distance from everyone. In order to keep this wide gap between him and other hunters he proves to be a rather nasty, judgmental and very temperamental character who heavily show antisocial qualities, especially when he desires to be alone. He is usually in a sour mood that tend to give everyone the simple message of his need of solitude but even at times he is usually can put aside his moodiness and corporate with other hunters while on massive hunts. When working with others, he can either be a stubborn subordinate if there is already a strong leader-like hunter in the team or absolutely dominate a team if it’s full of weak-willed and unsure amateurs. When he is in control he’ll do everything to get the mission done as soon as possible and with minimal mistakes or casualties.

Compassion is hardly in his nature; he is not afraid to kill, actually had killed before, and is absolutely numb to most of all the horrors caused by death and violence. He is a rather fearsome character who is really hard to scare the majority of the time, many famously claim him to virtually unafraid, but he is not completely incapable of fear. At the moment he is deeply afraid that his secret will be exposed. He is also not incapable of caring and compassion either, but being pessimistic as he is it can be hard for him to express most positive emotions, especially during these times. Some find it bizarre to see him happy or even smile since he is the usual McFrowny-Face the majority of the time. Usually, it takes someone else to bring back the happiness he lost long ago.

He is an impatient character who usually cuts to the chase, he does not like beating around the bush or lingering on a subject for far too long. He is not the most remarkably intelligent person of all time, don’t suspect him to be a real mathematician, but he is very keenly smart when it comes to hunting, tracking, wilderness survival, and some military tactics. He has a good amount of experience to know what to do, most of the time. When he is actually doing his job and things go good, he can show some amount of patience, especially when being stealthy, he is mature enough to not ‘jump the gun’ or not look before his leaps like an amateur.

Even though he is a very dutiful character, there are times he does rather unusual things that no normal person would do. At certain times of the week, he gets more edgy than usual and is prone to snap at people at times over even the littlest of things. Animals react to him fearfully at times and he tends to have a slight aggression towards them. There are times when he starts at really weird or tense at times, enough to the point it causes him to leave unexpectedly or even cancel missions at times. There are times he can disappear for a while altogether. But usually these things are not really up for concern since he is a good hunter…but there are times there could be one little hunter or even a vampire who is overly curious about him.

Race: Human? Powers: None… supposedly... He does appear to be far stronger than a normal human being. History: Hardly anything is known about him accept the fact that he just appeared one day to join. The only ‘possible’ historical background on him is that his family was killed off long ago during a werewolf hunt, but that as far as he’ll go. It is clear that he probably was adopted by a hunter and train in the arts of slaying, or at least that what everyone has come to assume to be true, but he still is a rather suspicious character. Do you support the covens?: Why should he care? Why or Why not: That’s none of his business for he is not even a Vampire to begin with, so he doesn't care. If the Vampires what to group together or not then let them do what they please, either way they’ll still be eating humans in the end and for all of eternity or possible extinction. Vampires, to him, a strong enough to do whatever they please, even become just as cruel as humans…that is, if they already are. One Secret about them: He not really as normal as you think he is… He is actually has a secret that make him very abnormal, indeed.

((I hope you don't mind if I ping a couple of groups, just to help out: , , , , .))

I've ported the character into a Vampire LARP game and feel like translating that to this :3

Name: (alias) Iccor Tamesis -pronounced the same as 'ichor'- (Original name: buried in a news report a decade ago) Age: Appears to be early 30s (younger if he were clean-shaven) Actually somewhere in his 40's Appearance: 5' 9" and lean with poor muscle definition (a state slowly being corrected by his stay at the gladiatorial facility). Roughly shoulder-length, straight black hair in a ponytail at the base of his neck. Amber eyes. A small black goatee on his chin - when they let him clean up. His attire preference is for formal attire or a Victorian style dress. In part with his fascination with that time-period in history. What he typically wears, however, are simple cotton t-shirts and khaki's because they're durable and cheap, and that's what he's provided with. While kept in his cell, he is blindfolded with a hood (similar to DareDevil's) to prevent him from using his powers to escape. He also has to wear a red cloth neckband at all times. Not for protection, but for identification. His powers and aversion to fire and the red-hot, have prevented him from being 'tagged' in any other reliable fashion. Personality: Proud, Commanding, and Silver-tongued. He likes it when he can make the 'meat-puppets' 'dance'. His current predicament is not only a blow to his pride, but highly taxing on him. He suspects it's only a matter of time before he gets paired against some hulking brute with more mental fortitude than a mouse, or someone particularly erratic and aggressive in their attacks, and he meets a very painful and humiliating end. Race: Vampire Powers: (categorized as) Psychic: Mental domination - Requires eye contact and a level of concentration, and ideally knowledge of the target's actual name. Full names work better, and knowing more about the way the target thinks helps as well. This power manifests as anything from emphasis/weight on ideas already running through the target's mind, to a prominent barking command within the target's mind. Verbal commands from Iccor are virtually always required. Can only be used on one target at a time. Regeneration: While it can take time, he can re-obtain lost limbs. This occurs while he rests in the daytime. The body reversion has also prevented him from being labeled with any tattoos. History: He was brought into the world of Vampires during a time of marital disharmony by someone he believed to be a long-time client hoping to start a charity. Shortly after his wife died in a house-fire believed to have been started by their tween daughter, though a bit of dumb luck caused the report to place him among the casualties of the house-fire. A lack of diurnal schedule forced him to bow out of her life, practically orphaning her. Once she became an adult, he's lost track of her whereabouts. He was dragged off by Hunters in a moment of carelessness outside of a high-end restaurant. Since, he's spent the last several months attempting to escape and otherwise just survive. Though carving a hole in the wall to let a little sunshine in has crossed his mind more than once. What keeps him around is hoping to find his daughter again and make sure all is well in her life. Do you support the covens?: Yes Why or Why not: They keep the vampires ordered, accounted for, and safe from those that would see former humans pitted against one-another in a glorified dog-fighting ring. It also prevents some Neophyte from going overboard with their abilities and appetites. Keeps the food supply up, safe, calm, and healthy. It's actually better for both sides. One Secret about them: He's got a peculiar advantage, if you'll call it that. A wooden (basically non-silver) stake through the heart won't through-and-through kill him, but it will result in similar effects to having been starved (resurrection requiring however, that the implement be removed first). Bonus Secret(?): Fire on the other hand, Fire Bad. Partial secret: Has been known by several to lose his normally stoic composure when starved or presented with fire - has been referred to things akin to 'feral' or 'frenzied' when in this state.

[edit] Anytime we wanna start? I'm game...Just please no more ignoring this thread~ If it's being killed now, let me know.

I'm in a good mood to start but I at least one to make one more character for this RP, but otherwise I'll also be working on my post while I'm at it.

(( - Scorpion says "Get over here!" I'm cool to start - but I'd like one more character to be made to join in with what I'm about to be up to - how about that Vampire that's a month overdue, Ahura?))

The doorknob clinked and rattled on the inside as someone inserted a key, breaking him away from his personal thoughts and thumb-twiddling. A click when the doorknob was turned. Iccor turned his head to face the door as his visitor opened it.

"That's creepy. Sometimes I wonder if you can still see," Iccor didn’t recognize this voice, maybe they’d gotten someone different to lead him off? It wasn’t common but it had happen before.

“I assure you I’m as blind as a newborn puppy,” he flashed plenty of teeth at his visitor, “I just use my ears more,” True enough he was unable to see – the mask he was wearing covered from his cheekbones up, and wrapped snugly around his head and part of his neck. The material also lacked stretch, so he couldn’t just pry it off his face. The deprivation did force him to learn the layout of his cell by feel and take notice of a few important audio cues.

“Well, c’mon, you know the drill,”

Indeed he did. Iccor carefully stood and held out a hand to be led by. There were only two reasons his door was ever opened and he hadn’t been offered anything to eat. He bit back the rising dread in his chest for the upcoming hour or so of vision he’d have. Either he or his opponent might end up maimed or worse – such were the tournaments he’d become a part of.

Name: Sita Age: Appears to being in late 20s or early 30s, she is actually 60 which is painfully young for a vampire. Appearance: ((I’ll explain it in the intro)) Personality: She is an odd vampires for she still holds close to her fading humanity even though she has become more aware of her monstrosity. She is a sweet and civilized for the majority of the time and holds a poised, mature nature that makes her appear to be a well-mannered individual. But she is easily tempted but the hunger for blood and is in fact disgusted by this with good reason and actually dares to say that she’d rather grow old and die like a human than to be forced to live and hunger like an animal. But she does not hate all vampires or hate all humans for what they are doing to her. She is a very neutral character who is very stubborn and hard to convince that one side is better than the other. Race: Vampire Powers: Invisibility History: She was sired long ago by and immature vampire who was reckless with his powers and abused them up to the point he was tracked down and killed by the slayers. But otherwise, after he drank from her he quickly abandon her to her own fate, thinking he killed her when he actually changed her. She was emotionally destroyed after what has become of her and did everything in her power to separate herself from her love ones and isolated herself from humanity…this was actually a difficult task to do for once the hunger of blood took a hold of her she finally realize that this was to be her fate… She actually went back to humanity not to just feed, but to actually be stopped by slayers, and actually fed literally in public, for all to see. Soon she was captured but instead of being killed off she was taken to the arena. Do you support the covens?: No Why or Why not: She is a solitary vampire ever since she has been abandon by her ‘sire’ long ago and was forced to learn how to act like a vampire the hard way. Even so, during her hard years she has grown to dislike the oiliness that is other vampires and hates their false sense of superiority. She see that vampires are no different from humans, even though many claim otherwise, they are creatures who yearn for control and are prey to corruption like humans are. She fears that a gathering of them would only ensure the spread of corruption upon them and cause them to seek to the low levels that humans have become and soon would enslave, massacre, conquer everything else they deem lesser. One Secret about them: Still being a fledging vampire, she is very vulnerable to all of their weaknesses. Otherwise she has no secrets to hide for she actually gives them away before they can harm her.

Intro: Bishop stood idly as he began to notice the time and finally come again, another fight was about to start and someone was either going to be lucky to be allowed to live or die an honor-less death. He never really like these fights, they were pointless and only ushered the hateful human need to see things fight against their will. Usually he can hardly bare to watch those horrid shows but at times he forces himself to…as a reminder of why he is here. Even though he could care less about the vampires they are just as much of a victim as he was long ago. Hopefully, tonight, he can at least do something about it once the fight was over with, but not now… all he had to do now was play it cool and play the role he been playing for years: human.

He spent most of his time buying more supplies, such as clothing and weapons, strangely he has been going through a lot of them recently but usually no one questions why though, as long as he had money to pay for it he could do whatever he wanted to do. Bishop was a rather successful hunter, impressively he was able to hold out better than any normal person would and can get the job done a lot faster to and was always rewarded handsomely. Today, he was actual a little low on cash and overdue for another hunt, hopefully he get another assignment before the night is over with.

((Sorry for the crappy intro.))

(( Ah~ Hopefully Sita makes an appearance soon. :3 charmingly enough, Iccor's 'younger' in his time as a vampire by 15-20 years. He just had someone to show him the ropes. Their knowledge of the how, why, and what of their ‘condition’ is probably comparable. Hers through personal experience, his through mentorship.))

Most of the long walk was made in silence - back around the time they'd left him with site, Iccor had noticed that those that got the most field time were put farthest away from the arena with few exceptions. He’d wondered why, until he had an epiphany, maybe it was an intimidation tactic for those that spent more of their time wasting away in their cells than earning fresh wounds in the arena. “You’re cooperative,” murmured his handler. “No sense in wearing myself out now,” Iccor answered curtly. A door in front of them was unlocked and Iccor felt the handler tug on the padlock that tied the back of his mask together, “You know, Falconry would prove more humane,” he teased with feigned humor. Indeed it was the closest approximation he could come up with; Pull the hood off, order to kill or the like, and wait while he exercised what little freedom (if it could be called that) he was allowed. He was awarded with a chastising comment from his handler for his bad joke.

The din of a crowd talking and jeering had been muffled on the other side of the door, but the handler must have opened the door, because now it was almost deafening. Being guided through the doorway so that he wouldn’t bump into the door frame, he heard an announcer calling out the names of the combatants. This was his one boon. The fighters weren’t pets, so they weren’t given pet-like names. A few had titles like “The Dark One” or the like added to their names in the introductions, but rarer was the opponent who was introduced by a fake name. Over the last few months, Iccor remembered maybe one that he had the displeasure of meeting personally.

The hood was yanked off his head. Despite the sudden light in his eyes, with a hope that the unfamiliar handler was a greenhorn who hadn’t been warned of the reason for the mask over his eyes, Iccor whirled his bright amber gaze around and spat a curse in frustration as he was greeted with a door clacking shut behind him.

He gave his head a practiced shake and combed his fingers through his dark hair to get it to behave. Hours under the mask gave him a horrible case of hat-hair that was unlikely to be cured as long as he was here. “A MASTER OF MIND-GAMES, THE DARK ONE, HIMSELF. ICCOR TAMESIS” The announcer blared, causing Iccor to scowl at both the absurdity and volume. It was run like a wrestling match in some respects. He always detested wrestling.