((Here's a list of my human characters which, like the vast majority of all my starters, have a fantasy genre. As you will notice they all are fighters in some way. That is because I do not like playing dotting females that can't even defend themselves. So, reply according to the plot, and there are no character restrictions on your end, be whatever as long as it's interesting. I'm very open minded.))
Aleid Van Helsing the Demon Hunter [X]
Slowly the bustling streets of New York City began to perform their evening routine. At the strike of five pm the streets congested, the side walks heavy with the currents of people walking home from a long day of work and the subways below packed strangers shoulder to shoulder. Being near the brink of winter the sun had already begun to set, giving the overcrowded streets a radiant orange glow. It made the streets rich and alive with color, though only for a short period of time for the last moments of the sunset were obstructed by the taller buildings. What a downer. Aleid Van Helsing thought. Being her first time in the big apple she was looking forward to watching its sunset. Like a cat Aleid lounged on the window sill, half her body hanging out her dreary motel room to feel the warm rays of the sun set while the crisp autumn air chilled the rest of her. Her sharp, skeptical eyes looked down at all the people below her, heading home without a care in the world. Twelve of those poor souls won’t make it back home. She thought, having learned a few statics of the mortality rate of this city. Taking a swig from the bottle in her hand she cringed slightly at the strength of the drink, but in way it soothed her sorrows, sitting warm in her belly while the what ever had made her drink in the first place dissolved to a past memory.
Aleid was a young woman, no older than twenty two and had the infamous Helsing blood flowing through her veins. Her long dark hair poured past her shoulders, reaching her hips in split, un-kept ends. Her eyes were like two green emeralds, resting under thick eye lashes and razor thin eye brows. Aleid, unlike many young woman did not have a lick of make up on her face, nor was her long, tousled hair styled in any particular was. The girl unfortunately had no time to bother with such things, because of her job. She was a vampire slayer. That was her life, the errand of her existence. She had no doubt in her mind that this city was crawling with the undead, but one had slipped up some where, revealing their presence to the black market and the Helsings. That was the only way to hire a vampire slayer, through the black market. In the eyes of the law, they were no better than vigilantes. Beside, the common masses had forgotten their belief in vampires and slayers alike. How they were wrong. I bet at least five of the murders that take place in this s**t hole are done by the hands of a vampire. Aleid thought, still gazing absently out the window.
She unfortunately had nothing to do this evening. The details of her target were to be given to her tomorrow, not tonight. So, with nothing better to do and guilt weighing like a block of cement on her mind she started drinking. Resting her head back on the window she wondered how to pass the time. Living on a hunters schedule she had adapted the nature of her targets; awake during the night and resting during daylight. Giving a heavy exhale she drew herself away from the window and shut it. It was far too cold to leave it open any longer. Turning around she let her eyes scan the scummy motel room she had rented until her job was done. One bed, one desk, one dresser and one bathroom. Hardly any space between those things. Sighing she set the bottle of booze on the desk and wandered to the suit case. She was in New York City, so she might as well walk about and get a feel for the place. Putting on a plain black sweater she looked rather plain with that and just a pair of jeans. Though, she would not want to attract a lot of attention, not even from humans. Bending down she tied on her sneakers and sheathed a dagger in a holder strapped around her ankle. Double checking the weapon was concealed she strode out of the apartment, taking in the crisp autumn air.
Stuffing her hands into her pockets she started down the streets, which had thinned out from the five pm rush. With the sun set no longer illumining the side walks the street lights had switched on, allowing her to see where she was going. The streets as she had guessed were nothing special, she had been in cities before and this one was no different. After about an hour of aimless walking she stopped to look at a club across the street. It looked lively, but not that packed. Breathing a frozen breath she watched the cloud rise above her before walking across the empty road and into the club. She really had nothing to worry about, since she had a weapon on her and she possessed uncanny ability. A sixth sense she had developed at a young age allowed her to know if a vampire was near, so she would have the upper hand if one dropped into the club this evening. Looking timid she let herself lean against a darkened wall, watching the mass of people dance, drink and flirt with one another with no shame. Even hidden from their eyes she tried to keep the look of disgust from her face. Why had she come here anyway? Sighing, she looked towards the bar, suddenly craving a drink to pile on what she already had drunk at the motel. Quietly she weaved her way through the crowd, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone.
Florette The Demon Tamer[X]
The late 1800s was a time for global human prosperity, advancements in technology and science brought humankind to its highest. These alterations brought a change to the human world, and it would also affect the world of the ‘supernatural.’ All the commotion and distractions on the human plain allowed many devils and monsters to crawl out of the depths and rain terror upon the mortal world that they so despised. Though with science explaining the unknown many humans ceased to believe in devils and curses. With the imprudent humans turning their backs of the possibility of demons they would begin their reins of terror, doing as they pleased without significant consequence. Demons of all levels would rise to the surface to cure their savage desires. However, not all humans were unaware of the increasing supernatural activity. Orders were created by churches, organizations founded by rich and powerful families and lone bounty hunters appeared all over the world with a communal mission; to destroy the demons and keep their existence unknown to the masses.
Florette Buckingham; the daughter of a very wealthy French family was one of these bounty hunters. As was her entire family. They used their wealth and uncanny capabilities to tame demons and monsters to do their fighting. At a young age Florette tamed a powerful gargoyle demon named Azeroth. He wasn’t the most powerful devil, but he held enough power to crush lower and average demons under his young master’s command. The two quickly became well known in the underground world, which was the only place once could hire a demon hunter. Lower and average demons were the norm, in her time hunting Florette had luckily never encountered a higher level demon. Higher level devils always lived up to their rank. They hid themselves incredibly well and were nearly untraceable. Tamers and hunters that had the privilege to fight with these atypical beings and lived always got a great reputation. Like many hunters it was Florette’s dream to one day battle with a powerful demon and live to tell the tale.
Awake before she opened her eyes, Florette gave out a yawn and stretched out her long arms and legs. Sitting up slowly she allowed her light brown eyes to focus before looking about the hotel room. Waking up at home is always better. She thought with a frown. Even suite in one of the most expensive hotels in London didn’t seem to impress her. Throwing her legs over the edge of the queen sized bed she began to prepare herself for the day ahead. Today was the day she would be assigned a mission in London. Three days ago she got a call from the police force, asking for the assistance of a tamer. They told her there have been a series of gruesome murders and disappearances of their residence. From the evidence the force gathered, these events could not have been caused by a mere mortal. So they call on us. She thought, clipping a silver pendent around her slender neck. Inside that pendent was her tamed devil: Azeroth.
Heading out of the luxurious hotel Florette stepped into the bustling London streets, looking side to side for the officer that was supposed to give her detail on the murders. “Over here, Miss Florette!” She suddenly heard some one call out. The officer ran over to her and handed her a large, brown case envelope. While walking to a crime scene Florette looked over pictures and documents of the crime scene as the officer told her all they knew thus far. They’re right. The damage done to these corpses… a human could not do. She thought and came to a sudden halt. Looking down a dreary alley way, Florette could see blood splattered all over the walls and ground. Three corpses lay mangled in the middle of it all. “It looks like we may be dealing with an average, or above average devil.” She murmured to herself.
Azure Eyed Archer Issa Fira[X]
It is a myth that when a child is born on a day with the clearest of skies their eyes will reflect it, giving them the most pellucid vision of all. This myth did not exist until an azure-eyed girl was born nearly two decades ago. Born on a clear afternoon that held not a cloud to blemish the crystal skies, Issa Fira grew up to become the most skilled archer in the sixth kingdom of the continent. Her mother tells her when she very first opened her eyes they were as lucid as silver, though in a matter of weeks they slowly melted like ice into the purest of blue. From a young age she displayed superior vision, spotting things her older siblings could not and even became able to aim better than them as well. Her father, being part of the royal guard saw this as rare ability, if nurtured correctly, could become extremely useful to the kingdom and its wars. So when Issa Fira turned five she was marched from her home and siblings to train as an archer behind the palace walls.
After slowing her sprint into a steady stride Fira squinted through the foliage to make sure the carriage was still undisturbed before proceeding towards it. The caravan had been moving for three days now and being part of the guard she was forced to scout most of the way. Being a range archer Fira was assigned to scout ahead on top of surveying the entire area in a three mile radius. It was tough work, but she could handle it. She kept a sharp eye out for anything that would pose a threat to the caravan; bandits, thieves, drifters, wild animals and most importantly: rival scouts and soldiers. Approaching the caption of the guard she lifted her flat wooden mask away from her face and told him she saw nothing suspicious. “There is no one that I could detect any where near us, Captain.” She drowned in a tired tone. Transport missions always bored her. Combat was more of her style. This transport mission, however was much more exciting than the last. In the carriage next to her were the royals being secretly transported to a hide out until the war was over. Being at war, the Sixth kingdom took extra precaution, so she and the other four top archers in the kingdom were assigned to come along.
After being dismissed by the Captain, Fira pulled the flat wooden mask back over her face and vanished back into the thick of the forest. Wearing a grey cloak and the mask every aspect of Fira’s body were hidden. Until she spoke it would be impossible to identify her as female. Personally she did not see the point of hiding her gender other than her being the only female in the Sixth Kingdoms elite. Oh well. Pushing those futile thoughts away she increased her pace into a sprint again. The Captain had assigned her to scout two miles to the north and then report back again. Running back and forth like a page boy was gruesome. The muscles in her legs burned like fire and her lungs felt like they were burst any moment. Though she had to keep her steps and breath silent or she could get detected by the enemy. Common, move. Fira ordered her legs, but they betrayed her and cramped up. Her sprint slowly gradually until she stopped moving completely. Drawing in heavy breathes into her starving lungs she grabbed her knees, telling herself to only rest for a moment before continuing.
Vengeful Children Of The Bird Cage[X]
The 23rd century brought the height of humankinds achievements came to its peak. Advancements in technology allowed computers to surpass the minds of its creatures, medical technology was a phenomenon, no one could possible die of simple illness and what was once only found in the pages of science fiction and the dreams of scientists soon became reality. However, along with all the righteous advancements in technology came a new era of weaponry and war craft. War front lines were soon unmanned, taken over by the most advanced death machines ever imaginable. Everyone believed if the wars were fought by machines there would be no body count, but there still needed to be a battleground for the machines. As countries clashed with their shiny new war machines citizens became to the front line. War could be seen everywhere there was open land; from cities to the suburbs and to the farthest reaches of the most rural of areas. Poverty, incurable illness, crime, starvation and other third world conditions soon began to plague the most advanced of countries. Too engulfed in their wars the leaders did nothing to cure the epidemics of their own people. Soon, the wars effects swallowed the entire world. And thus humans became the architect of their own demise.
Eventually an international issue halted the wars. The oceans were rising, all the carbon being pumped into the air by the war machines smothered the sky, trapping in all the heat and melted the glaciers. Thrown into a man made Armageddon every country dropped the war like a child would a toy and began hustling for a solution to their inevitable doom. Though due to the third world conditions crime sky rocketed in nearly populated area. Robbery, murder, rape and gang wars soon became the norm for citizens. Prisons soon were jam packed with the most sinister and simple minded criminals; however there was no money to keep these prisons secure. This exponential rise in crime and population of inmates was nothing but an itch on the world leader’s eyes, for they did the most passive thing they could thing of. Any citizen charged with even the smallest of crimes would be shipped out to an island in the middle of the rising ocean called ‘The Bird Cage.’ It was no normal island. Scientists predicted in one century that island would be completely engulfed by the rising oceans, leaving nothing. So like trash all the world’s criminals were thrown to die on that island soon to be forgotten by the entire world. Massive steal walls were built around The Bird Cage to keep it’s delinquents inside and others out, though it would do nothing to stop the oceans from reclaiming the island.
One century passed and the island fell into deathly silence. Or so the world thought….
Like ghosts lost in the night snow slowly drifted down from the sepia colored clouds, landing upon the ruins of what once was a bustling city. Now nothing but a forgotten battle field everything was a dim color, shades of gray, brown or black was all that could be seen amidst the rubble. This graveyard of ruins had been completely silent for decades, until the sound of metal footfalls could be heard echoing along the stone. They were cyborgs, not a single human cell in their manufactured shells. They walked close to one another in a group of four, each armed with what looked like a semi automatic machine gun. Two red dots that seemed to be eyes cautiously scanned the ruins of the city, looking for any signs of life. Walking in silence the cyborgs suddenly stopped in their tracks, all turning towards a tall pile of rubble where a few pebbled crumbled down. Someone had been there. Turning their guns towards the pile two of them slowly proceeded towards it to investigate, the other two kept a watch on the surrounding area.
It was only when there was the soft sound of scrapping metal did a strange scene occur. Two cyborgs locked their guns on something and began to fire. A moment after their guns went off did one their heads fly clean off. The other, still fired at an invisible target before its head too suddenly fell off. The dirt near to two fallen cyborgs shifted, like some one was stirring it. The two robots that had go to investigate turned around, locked on the invisible target like the other two had and started to fire. Their aim made a circle, their invisible target circling around them like a phantom. None of their bullets seemed to hit, although there most certainly was a target waiting for an opening to attack them. At the same time their bullets ran out, and at that moment the two cyborgs heads were smashed together, sending chunks of metal flying everywhere. Dropping limp to the ground like a corpse the broken bodies of the cyborgs sparked, twitched, but did not get back up.
“Good work, General!” Yelled a sudden masculine voice and a round of clapping.
Stepping over a pile of rubble three men appeared, suited up in metal armor like medieval warriors, get they were armed with high tech looking guns as well as swords and axes.
Like the static of a television screen coming into a focus a the figure of a young woman appeared standing over the defeated cyborgs, completely naked and holding two worn blades in her hands. Giving a courteous bow the woman grinned. “Why, thank you gentlemen.” Keeping the victorious grin on her face the woman quickly trotted over to a pile of rubble, where she had hidden her clothes. “The ghost is working better then ever, too bad those piss buckets could see me through heat vision.” She informed the three men as she suited up into her loose outfit quickly, strapping both the blades to her back.
“We saw. I guess they finally realized we have some tricks up our sleeves.” A brawny black man said as he yanked the guns from the cyborgs, giving them a kick after he was done.
Finally dressed appropriately the woman stepped over to her squad. Her name was General Tamara and she was the leader of their current operation. “These pricks give off a radio signal even if a bird shits on them. So we better get moving unless we wanna get caught.” She started to hike up a hill of what used to be a building.
“Yes, sir.” A blond man laughed as they started to follow the general.
“What if we want to get caught?” The black man suggested, which made the group of four freeze.
Thinking about it, Tamara knew that would be a great way to find the closed base. “That,” She started to say, jumping back down to the ground. “is a marvelous idea.” The young general gave them a quick run down: They would all lay in opposite corners of this scene, all facing the pile of ‘piss buckets’ as they called them and wait for some of the continental soldiers to appear. Once they saw no one was there they would march right back to their little base, and they would follow like phantoms.
“But that might take a few hours. Maybe even a day.” One of her men added.
Making an irritated face Tamara looked about the ruins, looking for a place they could camp out and rest. Seeing an old chapel, which ironically seemed to still be standing she pointed to it. “We’ll make camp there. Take shifts waiting for the continental scum to show up.” Once they all agreed on the plan they all headed towards the chapel to set up camp and decide who would take the first look-out shift.
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