You notice that the streets are unusually empty tonight, but it doesn't bother you, you've had a rough night and you don't feel like talking to anyone anyway. The air is heavy in your lungs and you feel the need to hurry to the base when a wolf howls somewhere in the night. Your heart quickens when the house comes into sight and your pace quickens to a jog when you see other shadows slipping into the front door.
Tonight is killing night.
Welcome!
We are not your typical street gang, no, we are quite the opposite of that. As you know, I am Titanic Gray, leader of this gang. We formed about 10 years ago when I was 15. The year is 2017 in the middle of the summer so I suggest you keep a sharp eye out for guns hidden under people's coats or tucked away somewhere on their person. I myself prefer not to carry guns and rarely allow my members to carry them either, draws far too much attention.
This gang is full of all kinds of drama, fights, romance and delicious murders so know who's on your side.
Our goal is to protect others like us, survive together and destroy rogue demons, vampires and werewolves who threaten our well being by either killing them or chasing them out of the city. All this for a price of course. We fund ourselves by hunting, draining blood from victims and selling them to those with the cash. The warmer the blood the more it costs. We also take bounties from all races and people. Let's just say we have a couple nights of hunting sprees.
Lastly, I'd like you to fill out this form just so we can keep record of who's who and what not. Then maybe you'll be able to be an Unknown Identity.
I'll add mine too so you can know a little more about me and know how the form should look when it's done.
One last thing, a full moon is coming, tension will be rising throughout the next few days ((2 days 2 nights, I'll let you all know when the full moon is here)), no one will be calm as a matter of speaking, so watch yourself, you don't want to get caught up in a fight already.
-Titanic Gray
Name: (Feel free to give yourself a gang name, but you must have an everyday name)
Age: (Lots of freedom here; are you a kid getting into trouble or an ancient vampire?)
Gender: (What even is gender?)
Type: (Demon, Werewolf, Vampires are you're only options. I realize there are different demons so use personal judgement and I will make the final decision. Please please please please do not combine them. Again, I understand that there are combinations, but it's easier to understand a character if they are simple in this category.)
Weapons: (You can only pick one weapon, this RP does not include guns just simply because it make everything less interesting in my opinion. If you decide to disregard this rule there's a possibility I will kick you from the RP after asking you to change your weapon. We are also trying to keep this contemporary, so concealed weapons are your best bet for realism; you don't see people walking around with broadswords.)
Clothes: (Your character's general clothing)
Body Description: (Your character's general appearance including their human and monster forms)
Weakness: (Everyone has at least one weakness: fear of something, easily worn out, that kind of stuff)
Time in Gang: (This is the cool part! How long have you been in the gang? The longer you've been in the more history you have with them. You could also be the newest recruit and have never even met anyone yet! Never know!)
Occupation: (Career, Job or Student)
Spoiler: Titanic Gray - CS
Name: Titanic Gray
Age: 30
Gender: Male, He/Him
Type: Werewolf
Weapons: Titanic carries a butterfly knife with him at all times that was passed down through his family. He maintains the blade with immense passion and has a habit of polishing the dark wooden hand with the corner of his shirt.
Clothes: Generally, Titanic will just wear a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and a hoodie. He tries to keep his load light so he can move quickly and try not to draw much attention to himself. His shoes are a little worn, but have served him well over the years and still do, allowing him to have good grip and a comfy fit.
Body Description: On the inside of his right forearm is a black tattoo of a wolf howling, it's head being at his wrist and the bottom of the tattoo about halfway to his elbow. His hair is raven black that is usually just a mess on his head with a few wisps of hair across his forehead, long enough to cover the top half of his ears. Titanic's eyes are dark and challenging, the color between his iris and pupils are almost indiscernible. Despite the harshness of his eyes his face appears quite serine and inviting with soft angles and his once pale skin has been tanned from his many hours out in the sun. No matter how much time has passed he always seems to have scruff, he rarely lets it grow into a beard, but never has a smooth shave either. He is built well, with thick muscles bulging around his arms and back. He is about the average height of any regular being, although this is quite different when he is in his wolf form.
On a full moon he transform into a more fierce and horrifying than before. He grows thick black fur and his eyes turn to blood red, his pupil only a black slit. He grows to a ridiculous size, larger than any regular wolf, bigger than a deer on all fours and reach about 8ft on his two feet. His legs are longs and curve somewhat unnaturally, ending with paws that are longer than a regular wolf's paw, but short than the foot on a human, each toe ends in a razor sharp claw. His sharp fangs poke out from under his lip, pearly white against the dark fur and his crimson tongue passes over his teeth as he almost always seem to be in the state of constantly snarling.
Weakness: As strange as it may seem, Titanic is actually horrified of water because he doesn't know how to swim, seeing that he was never taught. If there is ever an instance where he must swim across a pool of water he finds someone to do it for him and comes up with an excuse not to. So far, he has done a good job of hiding it from the others.
He struggles with his anger causing him to act irrationally and blinding him from being able to assess the situation and making good choices.
Occupation: Titanic has just recently been fired from his job as a lead carpenter for a construction company after attacking a superior, breaking ribs and his nose, during a disagreement while on site.
Final notes
This RP will be rated mature because it will involve violence, language and depending how crazy you all are, other mature themes. If you're not one to swear or feels uncomfortable having their character be involved in drinking or anything you probably wouldn't do in real life, you don't have to do it. I expect everyone to be respectful of other's choices in character development and support each other. If you have any questions feel free to ask! The rules are the same as any RP, should you fail to follow them, I will notify you privately. Should you fail to follow the rules 3 times and I must notify you every time, then I will have to remove you from the RP because I'm not here to tell you right from wrong, I'm here to create a story.
Info
Spoiler: Titanic's house/Base
The house is old and a little run down, but has obviously been worked on the inside of the house.Titanic fixed it because of the hatch into the sewer system which allows for members to get to the house during the day, if necessary or used an escape route should some emergency arise. The master bedroom belongs to Titanic, there he keeps his most precious items locked away; only those invited are allowed to enter. The other spare bedrooms he maintains, but leaves it mostly up to those who use it to keep it in shape. Both rooms have a small table and chair, along with a bed for any who might need a place to sleep. The bathroom across the hall is small, but has a shower, toilet and sink. Next door is a storage closet which Titanic keeps thoroughly stocked with spare clothes, first-aid and a few other necessities.Titanic installed the staircase himself after purchasing the house and discovering that the staircase that had been there before was very bulky and had seen better years.The only room that hasn't had renovations done is the basement, where Titanic knocked down a couple walls, boarded the windows and tore up the carpet leaving it rather bare and industrial looking. A collection of chairs and couches circle the room for when a meeting is called or provides anyone who can't stand the sunlight a place to hideout for a while.
*not to scale at all
Spoiler: City of Carnem
For the most part the city is what we make of it. This map just shows the section of the neighborhood that the house is located (yellow box).
Here are a few key locations in the city:
Madam LaRose's succubus brothel, found on the south end of Carnem in an old hotel. Madam LaRose herself often comes to members of our gang for help whether it be financially or when she needs some throats slit. ((If anyone is interested in being LaRose, please let me know! You could also change the name if you choose.))
The Underground is a common meeting place for vampires in the city which is found under a night club downtown. Only vampires of special status are allowed to enter and are sworn to secrecy. They are known to lure victims into the club and have recently become hunted by the police forces of the city, although so far they have done a good job of covering up. Titanic interacts with the owner of the club often, but is never invited into the club, he has only seen the owner once as most people have and it is said the vampire's appearance is always changing.
The Church is located just east of the downtown area. Here lies the people who fight against the monsters that lurk in their city. Many are skilled at their craft of hunting and killing, but many spend their time at the city hall demanding that the police put more effort into destroying our kind.
Titanic's house is located on the south eastern part of the city, only about a thirty minute walk from downtown. Behind the house is a forest that extends into a river valley and on the other side one will find the more suburban part of the city.
Paradise (owned by Jo) is located on the ground floor of an old, re-purposed firehouse. It’s eclectic but has its own rugged, biker feel to it. If you stood at the garage doors, there would be a stage to your right, just inside the door – when they do have a band (twice a year, if that), the music, dancing and patrons sometimes crowd and spill out the doors, which tends to bring more in. Tables are scattered all around for seating, chairs mismatched and tables plastered with stickers and graffiti, warped by more spilled alcohol than one could measure. On the far end of the building, you can see a pool table to the right and, centered, the serving bar; behind the wall it sits against are the men’s and women’s bathrooms, storage rooms and, behind a door, are the inside stairs to the second floor and the basement.
Spoiler: Do you really need a sign to find it?
Minus the "cocktails" sign, though.
Spoiler: Inside of Paradise
Spoiler: Players
Spoiler: "Jo" Johanson Reed
Name: “Jo” Johanson Reed
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Type: Werewolf
Weapons:
Spoiler: Reed family bowie knife
The family lore says it was a great-however-many-greats-grandfather's in the Civil War.
Jo stands at about 5’6” and is a well-built woman. She often wears shirts that hide her ample bosom, but it’s here, behind the Rolling Stones tongue; her waist tapers in and her womanly hips give her a nice hour-glass figure but “slender” she is not. If she wore dresses, her size would probably be a 10. She's well muscled thanks to lugging around kegs of beer, breaking up bar fights, and a diet high in protein; thanks to her were metabolism, she indulges in more sweets that she would otherwise allow herself.
Weakness: Probably her family or the subject of; especially Ember and Connor.
Time in Gang: A month and a half
Occupation: Pub Owner – Paradise
Spoiler:
Spoiler: Do you really need a sign to find it?
Minus the "cocktails" sign, though.
Spoiler: Inside of Paradise
Paradise is located on the ground floor of an old, re-purposed firehouse. It’s eclectic but has its own rugged, biker feel to it. If you stood at the garage doors, there would be a stage to your right, just inside the door – when they do have a band (twice a year, if that), the music, dancing and patrons sometimes crowd and spill out the doors, which tends to bring more in. Tables are scattered all around for seating, chairs mismatched and tables plastered with stickers and graffiti, warped by more spilled alcohol than one could measure. On the far end of the building, you can see a pool table to the right and, centered, the serving bar; behind the wall it sits against are the men’s and women’s bathrooms, storage rooms and, behind a door, are the inside stairs to the second floor and the basement.
Spoiler: Wilhem Hopler
Name: Wilhelm Hopfler
Age: 50, but retains the physicality of his youth
Gender: Male
Type: Werebear - a rare type of Lycanthrope, not because they have been nearly wiped out, but because werebears do not infect random people like every other form. They typically only ass it on to 3=5 people in their lifetimes, and spend their lives learning to control the raging beast inside them, and typically live the life of hermits, so they are rarely seen and often forgotten. Many young lycans do not even know they exist and could go their entire life without seeing one.
Weapons: His body
Clothes: While working, he typically wears his uniform, which is Lederhosen, but outside of work, he typically wears Plaid shirts, Pants with suspenders, and Work Boots.
Body Description:
Spoiler: Human
Massive by human standards, WIlhelm is almost seven feet tall (6'9' to be exact) and four-hundred pounds, he is more of a mountain tan a man, and can be quite intimidating if he wishes to be. He is quite hairy, and only shaves every so often.
Spoiler: Hybrid Form
The mid-way between beast and man, WIlhelm, through his control of his lycanthropic curse, was trained to strop the transformation partway, so tat, while he gains the effects of his beast form (increased senses, strength, regeneration, and so on) he retains the ability to speak, reason logically, and use weapons if need be. In this form, he increases in Size to roughly ten feet tall, and six hundred pounds. Of his two forms, this one he has the most control over the raging beast within.
Spoiler: Beast form
At twice the size of a full grown Grizzly bear, Wilhelm can easily become destruction incarnate. True, he might not be as fast as a wolf, but he makes up for it with raw strength and endurance
Weakness: Wilhelm's greatest fear is that one day he will lose control of his bestial nature and kill innocent people. While he does have the usual fear of fire and silver, he also has a weakness for honey and honey-based sweets, which causes him at times to battle with his weight. While he does always eventually turn fat to muscle, it is something he cannot over come
Time in Gang: He's practically new, just recently joining, but he has operated as a safehouse for some time.
Occupation: Owner and operator of 'The Hunter's Den' a lycanthrope-only gay club themed after old-fashioned German hunting lodges, with waiters dressed in skin-tight lederhosen and polka music playing.
He also runs Saint Michael the Archangel's home for orphans, out in the forest on land he privately owns. An old Asylum he renovated, it now is an orphanage and school for Lycanthrope children who's parents were killed by rivals or hunters, and there he gives them a nurturing home as well as help them control their bestial nature.
Spoiler: Ember Clarke
Name: Ember Clarke
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Type: Werewolf
Weapons:
Spoiler: Slugger
The bat is just a normal bat, but the barbed wire is silver. If she needs to conceal it, she puts it into a backpack with just the hilt sticking out.
Clothes: Anything that shows off a lot of skin. It can vary from cut off jean shorts, to leather shorts accompanied with a baby tee or tank top that is incredibly low cut. Sometimes she wears leather vests as a shirt, or vests with fur around the neck if she's feeling especially wolfy. If she wears shoes, they are usually tennis shoes with socks that never match. Usually she has some kind of choker around her neck, and she has her eyebrow pierced as well as a lip ring, but she doesnt always have them in. She also has a tongue piercing, again she doesn't always wear it. If the holes close, she just repierces it.
Body Description:
Spoiler: Ember
Standing at 5’9”, she is incredibly slim. 125lb soaking wet, but she does not shy away from anyone despite her small size. She has long legs that she likes to accentuate with incredibly short shorts and some kind of tennis shoes if she’s wearing shoes at all. She has a rather large bosom as well, which is usually not very well hidden by her low cut shirts and push up bras and shirts that are intentional to show of her flat stomach. Her body is riddled with tattoos, some that have meaning and some she got on a whim. A full sleeve of tattoos crawls up her left arm, all the way to her shoulder. She has shocking blue eyes, except when she is near turning into her were form, and then her eyes go a golden color. This is usually a tell tale sign that she is really angry, or possibly turned on. It’s up for you to figure out which one it is, if it’s the former, you better watch out. She looks small, but has always been tough, and since becoming a were she has a strength that surprises the most handsiest of men.
Weakness: Connor and Jo, the underdog, or those who seem frail and helpless. (Kids,animals)
Age: Apparently 30, much older from the sounds of it
Gender: Male
Type: Werewolf
Spoiler: Weapons
A kukri complete with an antler handle. Tempered steel with a silver plated spine and cheek, making it a potent weapon against man as well as beast. Slung across his back, handle near his right kidney
Clothes: Connor's attire is rather utilitarian. Well-worn bootcut jeans are preferred, comfortably (and tastefully) snug around his powerful thighs and toned backside. When working, he'll usually wear thermal henleys and flannel shirts, layered in that order. Behind the grills and smokers of Paradise, Connor will be found wearing some vulgar apron. When it is particularly cold, Connor will wear his trusty Swedish bomber jacket. No matter the weather or season, he'll always be wearing his worn-in and steel toed shitkicker boots. Two interlocking wedding bands sit impressed on his ring finger, still quite new.
Spoiler: Body Description
Broad and hairy chested and thick limbed, Connor cuts an imposing and athletic figure at 6'3". With a strong jaw, prominent brow, and wolfish nose, Connor is a hirsute fellow who bears the a hard structure of his Norwegian and Apenaki heritage. Dressed as a an average working man, Connor doesn't drape himself in leathers as frequently as his mates. Sinuous arms bear sleeve tattoos from either side of his parentage; Apenaki raven motifs and tribal patterns on his left, Norwegian wolf-knots on his right. Tattoed over his heart is a trinity love knot with two names in elder Futhark, forming a binding ring: * Johanson * Ember *.
Spoiler: Apex Form
The term Apex is not used flagrantly. In such a state, the werewolf has no natural predator. Nine feet of fangs, claws, and primal aggression with the weight of an truck to boot. Thick, coarse hair flows across slabs of slaying sinew, his bristling mane flecked with an iron grey.
Weakness: Ember and Jo, the moons of his life. A fear of wildfire and silver, as they burn terribly.
Time in Gang: Nearly two months
Occupation: Grillmaster and brewer at Paradise, and muscle whenever his girls need it. This usually means he takes charge of the BBQs at Saint Michael's, one of the few times he won't wear a grossly inappropriate apron.
Spoiler: Lalita Aradhana Padma Mala Sharma
Name: Lalita Aradhana Padma Mala Sharma ('Lali' for short)
Age: Appears early 20's. (born in the late 7th century)
Gender: Female
Type: Demon (more or less)
Spoiler: Fun Back Story
Lali had a very ordinary life for where (or rather: when) she was born. Her family was poor, and barely had the social standing to be fishermen. It wasn't quite a caste system, but it was rare there for a child not to follow the same occupation as the parents, or to marry outside of their 'level'. The children of sorcerers were expected to learn magic or medicine (which were very similar there). The sons of fishermen might marry the daughters of farmers. In all cases, the girls were expected to know at least the basics of their father's trade, but could not be employed themselves.
That was how, when wandering up the beach to collect shellfish washed up from the ocean, Lali found an old bottle. She could not read, but even so she realized the markings on the dark red crystal were not of any language spoken or written in the village. Therefore, the only way to discover the contents of the bottle was to open it. This was perfect logic to a child of ten, and after an hour of effort (and some sore teeth and a sliced hand by trying various methods) the sharp edged crystal stopper sprang free.
In a rush of heat and smoke, a vast presence swirled out of the bottle. Too late, Lalita remembered the cautionary tales about evil spirits as an invisible presence loomed above the scared little girl. Waves of heat rippled on the sand of the beach as she hid her face with her bloodied hands and fell to her knees.
"By the code of the ifrit, as I have been imprisoned only two years, you may have three wishes before I eat you." The presence crackled in a voice like the roaring of a forge. "Make them quickly before I change my mind."
Lali froze for a moment, thinking about it, then she cautiously raised her head, "I wish for great strength and good health."
"Granted! But that will not save you from my belly!" The spirit crackled like lightning.
"I wish for long life!" She pleaded, then whimpered as a licking heat crossed her raised palms and the blood there was consumed.
"As long as can be managed for someone so delicious!" It agreed with the malicious sound of the grassland fire.
"I wish to be safe and far from harm!" Lalita cried out desperately.
The spirit gave a bellow of triumph and swooped down on the hapless child. The heat passed over and through her, but left her unscathed. It also left her alone, in the middle of a grassy land, far from everything she had ever known.
For a time, everything was good. She was taken in and taught the ways of the soft green land by a widowed man who had thought to raise her up to be a wife for his son (who was touched in the head and wouldn't have a wife otherwise). Her unusual strength and health troubled them though. It troubled them further when she started to become a woman instead of a child and the lacy scales started blooming on her soft skin. Her skin had never gotten tough and creased, no matter how long she worked in the crops, but that had been thought a blessing. When she was sixteen, a night of screaming resulted in glossy black wings, no bigger than those of a crow. The good farmer was then sure that this wayward child was the spawn of a demon, and he very respectfully asked her to leave.
Since then, Lali has been on her own: Slow to age, strong as an ox, healthy as-- Well, you get the idea. But forever separate, living on the edges of human society.
Weapons: She possesses a weapon made to be used by infernals. It resembles a cup made of thick black glass, possibly volcanic in origin, with a handle inside, large enough for a small or slender hand to fit comfortably. It weighs about five pounds. When held by a non-infernal, nothing happens. When Lalita takes hold, infernal script burns inside glass. Depending on how long she focuses and aims, there might be a jet of fire or a fireball. She doesn't like to use it, because it seems to make her loose a bit more of her humanity each time.
Clothes: Loose, layered clothes in neutral tones, usually covering all the way to the wrists and ankles, and a head scarf of bright geometric designs. Pretending to be Muslim was the easiest way for her to hide for hundreds of years.
Body Description: Lali is average height, with long black hair and soft, olive-toned skin. She has patches of lacy looking scales, including one on the right side of her face. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of amber, and that is one of her more memorable features. Traditional wings jut from her shoulders, covered with black and red feathers, but they seem too small to let her fly (waist length). Aside from the exotic bits, she is actually pretty average in looks, even to the point of needing reading glasses.
Weakness: Has a hard time passing for human. Sensitive to cold.
Time in Gang: About to run to them for protection
Occupation: Lali has done many different jobs throughout her life, from fishing and farming to desk work and nursing. She can't stay in any one place too long without people questioning her habits, and things have gotten worse with the surge in terrorism and 'radical Islam'.
Last edited by PlasticIce; 02-03-2017 at 06:20 AM.
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So which sort of criminal activity is the primary focus of this gang? Usually there is a financial reason for such a group to stick together.
Or do you mean this gang to be more of an anti-hero, vigilante thing, specifically to try to keep other oddities from making a mess? That was kinda hinted at, but wanted to be clear.
Also can we move this to fb for like 20 mins I gotta shit
Originally Posted by Azazeal
I don't know who you are, or who you work for, but over many years as a student I have acquired a particular alcohol tolerance. I will find you, and I will drink you under the table
Originally Posted by Chat Noir
*singing* What can I say except 'You're welcome', for blowing into your hole..."
so, you have werewolves, would you be open to other were-creatures?
Spoiler: Things I like
Spoiler: Quotes
I would rather have a russet coated Captain who knows what he fights for and loves what he knows, than he who calls himself a gentleman and is but little else
-Oliver Cromwell
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
-John Stuart Mill
There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare.
-Sun Tzu
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
-Euripides
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.
-Fred Woodworth
It is our duty still to endeavor to avoid war; but if it shall actually take place, no matter by whom brought on, we must defend ourselves. If our house be on fire, without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without, we must try to extinguish it.
-Thomas Jefferson
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo down through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy.
-Fabius Bile
Spoiler: Thoughts of the day
A broad mind lacks focus.
A questioning servant is more dangerous than an ignorant heretic
A small mind is easily filled with faith.
A warrior's faith in his commander is his best armour and his strongest weapon.
Adamantium walls and plasteel bulkheads may seem formidable, but an unshakable faith in the Immortal Emperor of Man can overcome any barriers.
An Empty Mind Is A Loyal Mind
An open mind is like a fortress with its gate unbarred and unguarded.
Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind.
Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armoured with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcome all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity.
Facts are chains that bind perception and fetter truth. For a man can remake the world if he has a dream and no facts to cloud his mind.
Faith without deeds is worthless.
Happiness is a delusion of the weak
Forgiveness is a sign of weakness.
He who lives for nothing is nothing. He who dies for the Emperor is a hero.
If a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's table
Innocence proves nothing
It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself.
Leniency is a sign of weakness!
Mercy is a sign of weakness.
No man that died in the Emperor's service died in vain.
Nobody is innocent, there are merely varying levels of guilt.
Only in death does duty end.
Only the insane have strength enough to prosper. Only those who prosper may truly judge what is sane.
Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind
Purge those who are unclean.
Sometimes the good must perish so that the rest survive. The lot of courage is to be sacrificed upon the altar of battle.
Survival is no birthright, but a prize wrested from an uncaring galaxy by forgotten heroes.
The common man is like a worm in the gut of a corpse, trapped inside a prison of cold flesh, helpless and uncaring, unaware even of the inevitability of its own doom.
The Emperor will not judge you by your medals and diplomas but by your scars.
Though silver in your palms weighs light
Compared to death by blast and sword,
Do not shy the hopeless fight,
For endeavour is its own reward.
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