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Re: Nights of Red
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| 19 May 2013 06:35 PM |
Table of Contents: The Hunt [READ] The Blood Farms [READ] The Breeding Farms The Mines Bloody Rains Incorporated Classic Life [READ] Rules [READ] Character Sheets [READ]
***The Hunt***
"Ring-a-Ring o' Rosies A pocket full of Posies A-Tishoo! A-Tishoo! We all fall down!"
The haunting song echoed throughout the dark forest, heard from every direction. It was as if an angel was singing it, twisting it into something dark and demonic. A young man ran, his chest heaving and legs weak from the constant running. He had to escape; Escape the danger, the pain, the song. His whole body was in pain, all radiating from a single knife wound. His blood burned in his veins, the pain increasing more and more with every step he took. He didn't know why it was like this. There was a rustling in the bushes, barely noticeable over the sound of the music. He turned around fearfully, speeding up.
Was she near?
He looked back, falling to the ground. His head had smashed against a rock, nearly knocking him unconscious. Dazed, he looked up at the woman with the blood crazed eyes. Yet another knife was in her hand, held in a playful way that would scare even the most stable and bravest of people. Only one though echoed through his head, the realization of the fact that he would be killed.
And so he ran, ran away from the haunting figure and her haunting voice. Away from the song. Running, running, running... Right into the group of creatures that haunted every child's nightmares. Vampires, werewolves, and so many more. Not a single human was seen, for why would they be. Humans were considered lower than animals in this world. They were slaves and meals, but nothing more than that.
The young man screamed as he was dragged away, back to the arena where all the hunts started. The last thing he saw was the smiling woman as she walked from the bushes. Surely, she would be payed a good amount for this catch.
"Ring-a-Ring o' Rosies A pocket full of Posies Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!"
The song echoed throughout the arena, sung by children and young teenagers. It was the song they were taught from birth. It was haunting, it was terrifying, but it was theirs. It was a birthright and a comfort to some, a chilling prophecy to others.
The arena was divided into quarters. The man from the earlier hunt was led to the upper left hand section, filled with many wounded and frightened people. Although they weren't told, they all knew they would soon be taken to the factories where all 'failures' are taken. They were doomed to go to the blood farms where their blood would be drained and sold in milk bottles and their corpses cut and packaged much like the meat we find in grocery stores now a day.
In the next quarter there were children, teenagers, and young adults. These were the young people destined to be sold and bought for anything; blood, meat, labor. They could be sold to the Blood Farms, the Breeding Farms, or just to any person that was looking to buy a personal slave.
The next quarter was empty, reserved for the the humans who survived the hunt uncaptured. When the hunt ended and they were brought back they would be taken here, marked to be sold as slaves. They were often people in their late teens, and early adult hood.
The remaining quarter was a place where each human was examined and the dead were placed. Any human who attempted to escape would be brought here, most likely doomed to die when they were caught.
At all times the Arena was filled, even when the hunts were not actively going on. There were many humans and each had their purpose. They needed a way to organize them.
***Blood Farms*** The man from the hunt was lead down a long hall with many other captured humans. They walked slowly, for the vampires at least privileged them that. They knew that soon they would die, forced to be a future meal for many creatures.
As they entered a lobby like area they were stopped. Large glass walls gave glimpses into the three of the nine rooms where the humans would soon find themselves. The nine rooms where their blood would be drained.
Throughout these three rooms were wooden frames that resembled the monkey bars children are seen playing on these days. The rungs were made of leather and, tied across these frames, were humans. Under these frames were deep, tub like areas, in which the human blood would drain into. In these pits were young, recently turned vampires. The oldest vampire worker would be no more than a decade old. Each vampire had a collection of knives that they would use to first cut the stomach of the human open. They would then move to the wrists and finally the neck, although they often let the human bleed out before slitting their throat.
In the back three rooms there were pillars that humans would be attached to. Here the vampires would manually pump blood out of a human. Normally the weakened human would live, especially with the help of the Blood Crystal which had unique properties when it interacted with human blood.
Even these blood covered monsters seemed sick and disturbed by the sights, it was even worse for the humans.
A floor below them there would be vampires filling, sealing, and storing bottles of blood. Each bottle was labeled with what blood type it had, whether it was negative or positive, and whether it was a 'pure' blood type. (Example: AA, BB, and OO not oA, oB, or AB)
The third floor held the butchery where the corpses would be cut and stored to be sold to these nightmarish creatures. The third floor also held the offices of the creatures running each particular factory. These creatures were all under the ruling of the CEO of Bloody Rain Incorporated, though not many knew that.
The man and his fellow humans were examined closely, before being sent off to their cells. Each cell held around twenty or so humans, each with one shared blood type. The cells were divided into the four main blood groups: A, B, AB, and O. Those with negative blood had their cells in the basement, while those with positive blood had their cells on the first (ground) floor. There was also a seperate two floor cell for those with rarer blood types, that couldn't be easily classified in the four main blood groups. Every human was given a bracelet that would mark them as either having either pure or impure blood. If they had a rare blood type this bracelet would say what it was.
***The Mines*** Creatures recently out of the blood farms or simply being punished work here. It is a simple, yet dangerous mining job. Nothing is different from the human Industrial Revolution mining, save for the fact that crystals are mined here. Not much is known about these crystals. One of the most known crystals is one named Blood Crystal. It has unique properties when it interacts with human blood. What it is most commonly known to do is cause the wound itself to start to scab over and close up, much faster than it normally would. It also dissolves into the blood, raising the amount of blood found in the humans body. It is often used with the non-deadly draining of humans, as it tends to keep them alive far longer than they should.
***Human Breeding Farms*** These are the places where humans are bred to produce the perfect combination of looks and taste, in both blood and flesh. They are trained and later sold to either the blood farm, the hunts, or as slaves. Geneticists, hematologists, and a few other workers work here.
This actually doesn't play much role in the roleplay. It could get a bit... Inappropriate.
***Bloody Rains Incorporated*** This is the main business in the roleplay, run by one main vampire. They run the hunts, the blood farms, the breeding farms, and even the mines. The only thing they do not always have a direct link to is the slave sales. The CEO is still working on that.
***Classic Life*** The vampires are the highest in this alternate world with other creatures such as werewolves (Which are rarely seen) second. Hybrids are slightly above these creatures and humans are the lowest of the low.
A vampire has an allotted amount of humans they can turn within a decade. This is usually around twenty humans. Some humans are invited or nominated to become a vampire, in a Vampire Court. Anyone nominated is often able to escape working in the Blood Farms. Anyone who was in a higher rank or whose creator was in a high rank is often able to escape at least part of their work in the Blood Farms. Some escape it entirely, so their conscious, feelings, and such are often still preserved.
***RULES*** Traditional Roleplay Rules: No ubbering, g-modding, being a mary-sue or gary-stue, exc. This roleplay will actually make it to be somewhat graphic. Violence and such is allowed, obviously. There are limits though, you will be told if you pass them. Romance and such is allowed, but do it at your own risk. There are some limits and you will be told if you pass them. Listen to the creator(s) of this roleplay. They are first in command. Then comes the admins. They can accept and decline characters, give warnings, and even ban a person. Punishment relies on the three strike system for all non-admins. Once you reach at least 3 strikes you can be banned, permanently or temporarily. Admins are allowed two extra strikes, due to the fact they are trusted. If someone tells you not to do something, such as kill or cripple their character, please respect that. Yes, you can be hurt. But how would you like it if you spent a while developing a character or a plan and then some one just killed it off all together, despite you telling them not to? Don't over use this though.
**Creators*** RangerGilr3373 Kanamesama BrokenJodie
**Admins*** babyshawna09 Lonnee mash123 (More to come possibly) (Note, the order the lists are in are the pecking order of dominance. Yes mash, that is there for your reference)
***Character Sheets*** -Supernatural CS- Name: A.ge: Gender: Race: Personality: Appearance: Items: Skills: Bio:
-Human CS- Name: A.ge: Gender: Status: [Arena, Blood Farms, Slave, exc.] Blood Type: Personality: Appearance: Items: Skills: Bio: |
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| 19 May 2013 07:06 PM |
-Supernatural CS-
Name: Christopher Vallorn
A.ge: Appears to be 23
Gender: Male
Race: Hybrid of human vampire known as the Failures. Their turning resulted in a practically fatal form. Unstable and short lived. (Yes this is a hybrid shun by society. Special permission must be given.)
Personality: He is cold, frigid and in no sense of the word merciful. He is still a brick wall in his personality to those who he is near most of the time.
Appearance: He wears white robes with black straps holding it to his body. His left arm is rarely moved or seen being moved. When he does move it he is caused great amounts of pain and anxiety by it with the cracking of it. His right arm is skin with chains around it. He has a rough facial hair going on, not long but still there. His hair is blond, obviously Norwegian.
He is 6'2 with a muscular build and ice burg blue eyes. Him like his race must feed on the blood of others like vampires but unlike vampires his race can drink from both humans and most supernaturals. He has medium to shoulder long hair. It is usually under his hood so there are no worries about it. Where others begin to 'revolutionize' their arsenal he is content with his sword. He moves at a good speed and has been known to be deadly with his sword.
Items: His sword which he calls "Nocte cristallo sánguinum", a bottle of blood from a wealthy vampire and some water.
Skills: His speed and swordsmanship are his only major skills next to his use of the mind, using his words like daggers. This makes him a horrible person to have in ones head.
Bio: He had been 14 when he was abducted from Norway. He grew tall and unnaturally for his age. He wasn't alone, he was with his sister, Abelone who had been caught in the blood hunt. When he had escaped she had tripped and fell and been caught just before he could go back for her. He was essentially safe while she wasn't so when he did try to go back something hit his head.
He had waken up being dragged along a cold hallway. He had looked around and noticed a still figure with liquid pouring from them, it was unmistakeably Abelone. He had on reflex puked and was soon dropped. He had been in shock even as he was sold. He had been phased, did nothing and had a hard time till finally he met his master.
He had not been able to speak a word of English until a mentor, his master had taught him. He had learned to read, to write, to learn the basics and advance. Upon this he grew as well. His vocabulary excelled that of a Norwegian from the era of the vikings and soon he adopted the way of the sword and he naturally would have. He was taught to fight with speed and in ways he had never seen.
It was upon his 23rd birthday his master decided to turn him. This man was not rich, he was not well known, he wasn't even that good at turning people. He just did it but the process went horribly wrong. Christopher was coughing up blood. He was then presumed to be dead to which his master had disposed of him.
He had laid there in that little rock tomb, digging his way out and slowly coming to vampire society. He was even lower than the humans because his race was seen as a weakness and would be killed. His left arm had been causing him much pain upon finding a crystal which was illuminated and lit his way. It was clear as a crystal except for the ball of light at the center. With this he dug his way out.
He had found clothing near the stone tomb and had put it on. With it he saw a sword that had been made for him on a note. The note read "Societatis omnimodo interitu." He had understood it. He had tucked it away and noticed he had worked a bit faster. With that he looked at the sword, it had engraved on it "Nocte cristallo sánguinum".
He understood what he was upon the finding of another note, he had questions but had shielded them away, he had made them just dissolve. With this he understood the corrupt outlook that had taken his sister, the man who had done this to him had actually saved him. Now of course, this man was probably dead. Finally he had put the sword onto the belt of the clothes and began to head until he looked at his arm and his eyes went wide. It bled and something was wrong with it. He had covered it up and used his right arm for the majority of things.
Now adays he works away from vampire society, trying to keep a low profile. He had tried to work his way through, but was close to being discovered. He had to begin. |
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| 19 May 2013 07:16 PM |
| (this race of hybrid isn't in society I meant, it literally is a pest, a disease upon the race and is proven to be more useful when being wiped clean than staying alive) |
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| 19 May 2013 07:41 PM |
| (Is it possible to have a human that looks like a vampire?) |
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| 19 May 2013 07:46 PM |
| (So I want a human that the vampires think is a vampire, so is that allowed?) |
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| 19 May 2013 07:55 PM |
| (Joining.. bookmark while I try too make a CS :3) |
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| 19 May 2013 07:59 PM |
(Ok for Bio, since I tend to mess up,) (Can we be from earth then there?) (If so, or not Where are new humans placed?) (I might think of more those are my major ones at the moment.) |
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| 19 May 2013 08:00 PM |
| (humans from earth, this is a alternate dimension.) |
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| 19 May 2013 08:13 PM |
| (I got a different idea. I'll make a slave, so who wants to be the owner/master?) |
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| 19 May 2013 08:15 PM |
((DID SOMEBODY SAY "WEREWOLVES")) ((CS in the works RIGHT NOW)) |
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Afrikaisi
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| Joined: 31 Oct 2010 |
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| 19 May 2013 08:50 PM |
| (ho-ly crap- dude this is AMAZING! Ima type up a cs strait away :D) |
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Afrikaisi
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| Joined: 31 Oct 2010 |
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| 19 May 2013 08:51 PM |
| (*mumblemumble* stupid iPad- *grumble* straight, not strait) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:03 PM |
Name: Geschwind
A.ge: 35 in relative/behavioral terms; been around for 132
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf (werewolfmasterracecoughcough) Personality: Stern and cold, yet amicable to those he trusts.
Appearance: Ragged, stone-gray coat of fur with a long, rugged muzzle and slits and holes in either ear. Predatory yellow eyes. Muscular, tall, and largely athletic build, leg muscles toned for running. His hands and feet end in large, wicked ebony claws, which he has admirably dextrous control over. A long, ugly scar stretches along the left side of his face, from his nose to his neck.
He has personally crafted himself a stern-looking black-and-white peaked cap ((WWII german officer style)) fitted for his bestial head, as well as a long, loose pair of gray slacks held up by a durable leather belt. He sports a red armband on his left arm, and his hands and feet are gloved in rough, black cloth wraps.
Items: Travels light, relies on his speed and claws, and often procures any needed supplies in the field to aid in remaining undetected.
Skills: Stealth, evasion, experience as a leader and as a tailor.
Bio: The werewolves may be few in this dimension, but they are proud. None moreso than Geschwind. With much experience in combat and hunting, a burning passion to serve his kind, and an accent that just commands obedience, the lycanthropes look to Geschwind when they are in dire need of a firm, effecient leader. |
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| 19 May 2013 09:03 PM |
| (Well these are CS's better be good, or its a one way trip to one of the breeding farms, that means a not accepted :P Or does it =w=?) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:07 PM |
((it'll be fun for somewhere between two and thirty minutes, depending))
((then it's ALL DOWNHILL FROM THERE)) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:11 PM |
| (That wasn't supposed to be answered...GET YOUR PAWS ON THAT KEYBOARD YOU DAMN FILTHY...Person?) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:23 PM |
| (Nuka, that is more really a trait, not a bio. Denied, wework personality a bit more to be a bit descriptive, and the bio NEEDS to be a biography of your character, not your race.) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:23 PM |
(Who wants to be the owner 0_o'?) -Human CS- Name: Strix Infelix A.ge: 16 Gender: M Status: Slave Blood Type: AA+
Personality: Emotionless, melancholic, and sardonic. Strix has never had a childhood experience, after being selected and taken at a young age, he was brought to the brink of despair. He came to resent emotions and felt no need of using them. He understands emotions well enough to find no need of using them.
Appearance: Strix is a human born with rare cases of genetic disorders that messed with the pigments of his hair and eyes. His hair was originally white before coming in contact with cobalt and indigo particles. The cobalt and indigo particles mixed with his hair follicles and permanently dyed his hair. His eyes were purple as a result of one of his genetic disorders. During his childhood, he refused to eat a majority of the time in an attempt to end the suffering, but he was usually forced when he went too long without food, and because of that, he is underdeveloped for his age, even with his build. He is 5'0" and weights 100lbs. He has a small frame, is abnormally fragile, and suffers from a mild case of anemia. He wears a black, long sleeved shirt, blue pants that look similar to snowboarding pants, and black jump boots. His portrait - http://www.roblox.com/Random-character-3-item?id=116340267
Items: A crimson scarf that is colored by his own blood. Skills: Wisdom in philosophy and emotional psychology, various household duties, and fluency in Latin.
Bio: Strix is a human born with a couple of problems. He was born with genetic disorders similar to albinism, except they took away his eye and hair pigment. When his features were noticed, nobody was sure whether or not he was a human, a vampire...or both. Through blood tests, it was discovered that he was a human, but with a rare case of disorders. He was considered a 'valuable specimen' and was put in place for slavery. He was called the 'Transcended human', being called a human who is much closer to a vampire's beautiful image than a lowly human. Deemed a perfect slave, in looks and skills.
As the years went by, one day Strix stumbled across a book that was on the ground. He took it and read it while he did not have training. When the overseers saw him reading the book they laughed at him, believing that a stupid human would not be able to learn Latin. Soon enough he understood Latin and came across a certain word. The word Strix, the bird of ill omen. He knew it was an owl that fed on blood and was the result of a metamorphosis. Knowing that the owl was not natural, he took the name Strix as his own. He then continued searching until he found another word, Infelix. The word Infelix meant 'Unfortunate', and he knew too well that he was an unfortunate existence, and he took the word as his last name. As he continued to age, the overseers began to feel more uneasy with his emotional state. They were used to seeing fear in the eyes of humans, but Strix's emotionless responses to everything was eerie.
At the age of 16, he was ready to be put up for sale and was presented as 'The cleanest human'. He was taken in by a vampire after he was announced. |
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| 19 May 2013 09:27 PM |
((i've uh, never really been told my CS wasnt descriptive enough))
((but still wtf ill redo some stuff)) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:28 PM |
(Mmm, accepted doom.) (And I am going to make a vampire soon so, she can be the master?) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:32 PM |
| (Nuka...what you put for the bio, which means biography, wasn't EVEN a biography to begin with...more really a statement.) |
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| 19 May 2013 09:33 PM |
| (Workin on meh bio.. Nearly done.. Nearly done.. ;-;) |
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