Bloody Sword

[Dark Blade]

In this world all are taught the same things ...
Life is short,
To live in this world you must work,
Your parents love you,
There is only one God,
Monsters arn't real ...

Lies. Lies told to us for comfort. Lies told to us so we sleep peacefully. Lies that were shattered some one hundred and fifty years ago ...

Darkness engulfed the city as a shreik echoed through the night. A woman ran through an alley, her breathing ragged and irregular. Her shoes hit the ground hard in an uneven beat as she stumbled, running from her pursuer. The woman cried out in fear but no one came out of their houses to help her. Some even closed their shades and turned out their lights as she ran.

Her left foot found a hole in the ground and she fell forward hard. A menacing growl came from directly behind her. She turned over only to see two bright yellow eyes staring at her. There was a quick snarl, a flash of movement. The wolf lay dead at the woman's feet. "I swear, these young ones seem to get dumber and dumber." The woman dusted herself off and noticed her shirt was torn. "This was one of my favorite shirts!" She kicked the werewolf's head, it gave a sickening crack from the force of the kick.

"Now now. Theres no need for that Jiina." A man sat on top of a nearby dumpster. He wore an expensive looking black suit. "He deserves it!" She kicked him again. "I hate ferals. They always end up wrecking my wardrobe. But hunting them pays well so I can just buy more I suppose." The man threw a handkerchif at Jiina so she could clean the wolf's blood off her talons. "When will cleanup get here?" "About two minutes." "Our next target?" "Four miles north." "Don't suppose I could convince you to be the bait this time Marc?" "Not a chance Jiina. I hear the next target has tentacles."

Monsters are real. Although they prefer not to be called that. At least the ones in power. Most of the races are able to take on human forms and unless you know they're not human or are not human yourself are you able to tell. Otherwise there is no way to be certain who is or isn't.

Recently more and more of those converted from humans or those born within the last twenty years seem to be becoming feral. They are losing all sense of self and place. As of yet no cause has been found for this. Since the cause and therefore a cure is not in sight a taskforce has been set up consisting of some of the most powerful and skilled of the many races. The name this taskforce goes by is "Sword".



((In this world humans have been aware of monster kind since the mid 1870s. It is currently 2022. Most prejudices have gone away but for the longer living races it's still mostly there.))

Rules:
-No godmodding. Powerful is fine. In fact for this story powerful is encouraged.
-Use common sense.
-Max of 2 people for each prime race.
-Have fun!
-Any questions/comments/suggestions please PM me.

Races:
-Vampire: Not like in the stories of old. These beings are one of the five prime races and thus one of the oldest and most powerful. Only weakness is silver. (NOTE: can go in sunlight)
-Werewolf: One of the five prime races. Their strength is second only to vampires. They have the highest speed of any race. Like vampires they are weak to silver.
-Nekomata: One of the five prime races. Cat people. Their agility is unmatched. A normally upbeat and pleasant species. On the flip side they are fiercly loyal and make some of the best assassins.
-Draconic: Dragon-kind. One of the five prime races. Said to have scales that can never be pierced.
-Shade: Living spirits. One of the five prime races. They have physical forms but are ethereal beings, able to float and pass through solid matter when they want.
-Sub-races: There are many other races. Most of which are the offspring of man and monster. Some have been reffered to as demons or angels throughout history. (Includes: Oni, Harpy, Naga, Gorgon, Giant, Mermaid/Siren, half-vampire, ETC...)
-Human: Humans are very adaptable. Through technology, alchemy, and once forgotten magics humans have earned their place as a true powerhouse race. (NOTE: Witches/wizards/mages have been classified as humans with strong magic ability)

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Name: Brent Romanov
Race: Vampire
Age: Appears mid 20s
Gender: Male
Picture: http://suzuran.deviantart.com/art/Clyde-126532892
Bio: Brent Is a bit of a goofball but gets serious when the need arises. Since he is a vampire he is able to maintain his appearance of a twenty-something year old. He only tells his real age to his friends and of course his family. He seems to enjoy people not knowing if he really is young or far older. He is decended from a very high ranking noble family in the vampire hierarchy. He gets admired to his face but whispers of how he is undeserving of his position abound. Many people simply do not take Brent seriously with his carefree attitude but none can deny his battle prowess. For the last 3 years he has won the international warriors competition held between all the races. Last year he was accused of cheating but the charges were dropped. Soon after he joined Sword. His grandmother is the current leader of the Sword orginization and constantly puts him on some of the most dangerous assignments. Most think it's because she considers him too soft hearted but he knows it's really because not many other than him could get those jobs done safely.


((The story will start when we have at least five players but I may start sooner.))

[KiteXX]

DARKBLADE!!! I haven't seen you in a while!

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

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Name: Trigger
Race: Nekomata
Age: 19 and three quarters.
Gender: Male
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Bio: Trigger was born Kevin Langham, but changed that after his friends started becoming feral. Trigger is an airhead, but he’s got speed on his side. He tends to overthink things, and ask a lot of questions. However that does not mean he is not skilled, his agility is prime as far as Nekomatas go and he has an eye for people’s body movements, three years ago he fought Brent in the Warrior’s competition, but lost due to making a careless error in speed and flew into a punch. He wears silver knuckled gloves due to its damaging effects, and was asked to join Sword after his performance at the Warrior’s competition. He lost to a harpy that had psychologically beaten him before the battle, but defeated a werewolf in hand to hand combat, without his gloves.

[GamerKale]

Name: Kylar
Race: Draconic
Age: He doesn't keep track, but he has been around about as long as Brent.
Gender: Male
Picture(Human form): http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/ ... keiiii.jpg
Picture(Dragon form): http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/2 ... igaris.jpg
Bio: Kylar is arguably the most powerful sorcerer in the world, at least in terms of raw destructive power. However his magic is pretty well focused in the area and application of fire. Kylar combines his magical might with martial grace and has invented a martial arts form that integrates the two. He does have two terrible weaknesses however chocolate, especially chocolate from a certain little hamlet in Germany, and he sleeps like the grave. He was actually buried once, they did an autopsy and everything all of which he slept through. He woke up a week later, craving chocolate, and exploded his way out. In fact, chocolate is the only sure way to wake him up. And if you don't appease him with chocolate when he wakes he tends to become violent.

He would have been in the competitions with Brent, but Kylar didn't get up in time for his match. The two have known one another for many years, and when chocolate isn't handy the vampire is the next best thing for waking him up.

During the two world wars Kylar's friends and family went to extreme lengths to keep him from destroying a good portion of the world to save the hamlet and it's chocolate.

[Dark Blade]

((OOC: Meh i want to get the ball rolling so i'm gonna start. Anyone is free to join at any time just remember the rules and max prime amounts!))


Brent rolled over in his bed and grumbled as he looked out the window. The sun was starting to rise which meant he had to get up and go to work. He had only been home for two days when he had been told his time off was being cut short. A voice came from downstairs, "You better hurry or grandma will have your ass on a platter again!" It was his mother, she always was a morning person. Brent climbed out of bed and got ready before heading downstairs for some breakfast. He grabbed some toast and a bottle of blood from the fridge and went out to the garage of his family's estate. His entire family had been living in their current home for close to one hundred years now. It was large but not big enough to really be called a mansion. "Ok what do I want to take today? Motorcycle? Nah ... Car? But which one?" This was a rhetorical question of course. Brent knew exactly which one he was going to take. A vintage Cobra. He had spent many hours and much money keeping it maintained. He smiled as he climed in and started the engine. He sat a few moments and let the engine warm up. The moment passed and he came flying down the driveway and on to the road. A drive that would of normally taken forty minutes only took him ten.

As he walked in to the main lobby he passed some other members of the orginization. Jiina was over with Marc as usual. She was laughing at Marc who was covered in slime of some kind. Some others were chatting or making appointments at the front desk. Brent just waved at one of the counter clerks and walked back to the main portion of the building. When he got to his and Kylar's office Kylar was already there sleeping in his chair. "I swear to all the powers that be you are the laziest lizard in the world." Brent slapped him on the back of the head, "Time to wake up brimstone breath!" He dodged the automatic swing Kylar always gave when woken up and caught his fist before he put another hole in the wall. Brent let go and went over to his chair, "Good morning sunshine. Sleep well?"

[GamerKale]

Kylar mumbled something incoherent and threatening before an eye opened lazily. "Why are you in my house you starry skinned bloodsucker? It's early and..." He blinked and opened both eyes, finally taking notice of his surroundings. "How come the office is in my house?" He stretched out, yawning long and wide. Before settling in to go back to sleep, not really caring about his question. With a roll of the eyes Brent kicked over Kylar's chair he finally woke up sprawled on the ground and tried to kick the vampire. He caught the foot and twisted it from side to side avoiding further kicks, until Kylar finished waking up and pulled Brent down, pinning him to the floor with a knee. Brent was the best fighter, nobody disputed it, but when it came to grappling, a dragon was in an entirely different weight category; most martial arts tended to have some moves specifically for it. "Did you have to hit me?" Kylar asked, rubbing the back of his head and righting his chair as they got to their feet. "What do you want at this ungodly hour anyways?"

[Dark Blade]

Brent grumbled as he got off the ground. Focusing his spiritual power would have allowed him to compensate for Kylar's mass but he didn't feel like paying to fix a portion of the building. "Ok first of all. If you so much as SUGGEST that I sparkle again I will turn you in to boots." Brent HATED those twilight books. Every time someone found out he was a vampire they pestered him with questions about them. Why people even beleived them was beyond him. They were just fantasy books written over a decade ago. But Kylar being Kylar has bugged Brent with the subject ever since. "Second of all..." He threw a folder at Kylar who caught and opened it, "New orders. I was called off vacation early for this. And if I don't get to sleep and relax neither do you." It was a dossier on their next mission. It was a high ranking offical's child. A shade to be exact. Very few on the entire planet other than another shade could even touch one in combat. Luckily two of the worlds top fighters who could were hired for this job."Hey isn't this...?" "Yeah. The Son of the Marin Pharmecutical Company CEO." "So whats the story? Feral? Kidnapping? Bodyguard duty?" "No clue yet. The director wants to see us for the full details." "Please tell me we're not taking another new guy! I hate breaking in new guys!" Brent patted Kylar on the shoulder and sighed heavily, "With our luck we'll be blessed to only be assigned ONE to train on this mission."

[GamerKale]

Kylar groaned, "Yeah but the one is going to be a nekomata. A nekomata on a sugar rush. Like that one I almost turned to charcoal in Kuwait." "Oh I remember. Nobody knew vampires could get tanned until that day." On their way to the director's office Kylar was a couple of steps behind Brent and perused the dossier, he asked nonchalantly, "You do some work on your car stereo or WD40 any windows while you were on vacation?"

[Dark Blade]

"Kuwait ... Was that 1925 or 1926? I swear my memory is terrible these days. Too much going on in the world." "It was 1925." "And of course i was working on my car. And no, I'm not stupid enough to put something flammable on the windows of my car when a DRAGON tends to be my most common passenger. I finally upgraded the engine. Wait til you see --" Brent stopped short as he caught a vase aimed at his head. "YOUR FIVE MINUTES LATE! YOUR OFFICE IS ONLY THIRTY SECONDS DOWN THE HALL!" "Always wonderful to see you too grandma." This time he caught an ink well. "WHEN YOUR ON THE CLOCK IT'S DIRECTOR OR MRS. ROMANOV!" Brent set the items back down in her office in their respective places as his grandmother continued to berate him. "NOT TO MENTION I DO NOT LOOK A DAY OVER THIRTY!" "Must we get on the age thing again? You had best start being polite or I will tell everyone in the office how old you REALLY are." "GRRRRrrrr ...." even for a vampire she was quite old but she prefered if no one ever found out just how old. "Now then, have you calmed down enough to introduce the young man in the corner?" The director took a deep breath and introduced the nekomata, "This is Mr. Langham. Though he prefers to be called Trigger." "AHH! I THOUGHT I recognized you!" Brent shook Trigger's hand, "Great match last year! I'm looking forward to this years! Your going to be in it again right?"

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

Trigger grabbed Brent's hand and shook it firmly. "It was actually three years ago that we fought, unless you're talking about that wolfie I beat last year. And I plan on doing it again next year!" He smiled and bowed his head, "And this is... Kyle, correct?" Trigger read the small descriptions of his tutors nearly three hours ago. "It's pleasant to meet you both here! I'm really excited about joining sword...I only have one question. What is a Shade?" Trigger said in an embarrassed tone of voice. He knew vampires and werewolves from tv, and he knew harpies, dragons, gorgons, and mermaids from the Warrior's Competetion. Shades and a select few other races eluded his grasp. "Like what can they do compared to the three of us?"

[GamerKale]

Brent chuckled at the mispronunciation, and Kylar craned his head in search of this mysterious Kyle person. "Who's-" He finally took note of hope Brent was laughing and it dawned on him. "It's not Kyle, my name is Kylar. Y'know Ky as in kayaking and lar as in...Kylar. Why doesn't anybody ever remember my name?" Brent offered, "Maybe it's because you sleep through all of your matches." "They shouldn't be so early if they want me there." Leaving the office Kylar explained, "A shade is kind of like a ghost, they can become immaterial, practically at will, which makes combating them a royal pain in the tail for a lot of people. Magic still affects them, but weapons usually don't. Brent can tell you some specifics on the way. Speaking of, how are you two getting there?"

[Helbaworshipper]

Name: Jennifer Barrows
Race: Shade
Age: Appears 25, but is over fifty.
Gender: Female
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Bio: Jennifer is an older person who never lost her young looks. Even though she had three kids before she became the woman she is now. Being a shade, she found that her looks stayed natural, even if she wanted to look haggard after she lost her children during the conflict. To keep from being found out by SWORD, she decided to become the ghost that haunts old buildings while dressed in old, dated clothing. She isn't currently licensed and refuses to have to abide by rules just to exist. Granted, she hasn't been caught yet, but she doesn't know how long it'll be until SWORD finds her. She's learned how to fight and be on par with anyone who attempts to try and kill her. She has possessed someone a few times, but finds it unpleasant.

[Dark Blade]

"How are we getting the-- Don't tell me you plan to fly again! You know it's a paperwork nightmare when you do that over a populated city without permission!" "Thats what I keep you around for Brent. What? You thought I LIKED having a bloodsucker for a best friend? Pffft." Brent hit Kylar on the head again, "Please don't confuse Trigger before he understands your sense of humor." Brent sighed and continued on toward the parking lot with the others. "Since you know where we are heading Kylar i'll meet you at our client's house. And for the love of all things TRY to fly around the city and not straight through it again. I'm starting to get carpal tunnel from doing YOUR paperwork." "Yeah yeah yeah." Kylar waved him off as he headed for an open spot to transform and fly to the destination. As Kylar took off Brent and Trigger reached the car. "Ok kid, get in, buckle up, and hold on." He started the engine and took off at break neck speed so he could keep up with Kylar as he flew.

[GamerKale]

Any dragon could fly but cars were generally faster and were relatively inconspicuous. So those that fly generally study magic to help them avoid detection, but Kylar was more focused on how to make things explode better, or sleeping, than on how to make himself invisible, so he never employs spells like that. If his instructor hadn't threatened not to teach him anything else he probably would never have even learned how to polymorph. But Kylar has learned to employ his magic while flying in another way. As soon as he was away from anything that would get him shouted at for burning Kylar literally rocketed off towards his destination.

Kylar took a slight detour. He did a barrel roll around a commercial jet and saluted the pilots before shooting back off towards his destination. He circled the location once and noted that Brent's car was already there. So he transformed and used bursts of flame to control his otherwise fee fall descent, he landed with a thump on the concrete. For a brief moment he considered scorching the paint a little, but thought better of it when he noticed the other two were waiting by the door for him. "I take it traffic wasn't so bad today?"

[Helbaworshipper]

The desk had a picture, a woman in old clothing noted. This building had been abandoned about twenty years ago from the smell of it. The desk had a picture of a child being forced into what looked to be an elf costume. She poked the picture, her arms going down on the desk as she sat against the rickety chair. "Four years old." She spoke, looking at the back of the picture. She chuckled at the thought of it, standing up and yawning a little. Even though she didn't really need to sleep, she tended to yawn. She had had to kill a few of the people trying to loot the place, but she was alright. She moved through the wall to examine another room. It was one of the few ways she kept herself even lightly amused.

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

Trigger had never been in a car before, so he was hesitant to get in, but with some coaxing from Brent, sat in the rear seats of the car reluctantly. While the two were in the car, to keep his nerves down, Trigger asked trivial questions, such as “How old are you?” and “How long have you known Kylar?”, all of which Brent successfully side-stepped. Then when they finally stopped, Trigger rushed out of the vehicle and stretched, letting out a meow involuntarily. "I take it traffic wasn't so bad today?" “Traffic? Er…traffic was good I think, right Brent? I mean can traffic be good?” Trigger said, wrapping himself around the question.

[Dark Blade]

Brent saw Kylar's face when trigger started rammbling about traffic. Grinning he laid a hand on Trigger's shoulder."Traffic was good you could say. Although considering the way I like to drive it's bad by now. Trigger could you please wait by the door a moment? I need to speak with Kylar." Brent grabbed the dragon by his arm and dragged him a fair distance away. "Kylar ..." "Yeah I know. They just get on my nerves hyper little ..." "Regardless, he is still only a child and is simply excited about working with us. Behave yourself and I may just buy lunch for all of us." This was a red letter day! Brent knew just how much Kylar could eat. Even in human form he could eat far more than any human could hope to. And if Brent was willing to pay he knew he could order a lot. "Deal." They shook on it and went back to the nekomata. "Ok time to introduce ourselves."

The trio entered the mansion and found a butler waiting for them. "Mr. Marin is waiting for you in his office. Please follow me." A few moments later they were in Mr. Marin's office. The butler bowed and exited the room. "Ahh Mr. Romanov! A pleasure to finally get to meet you!" Mr. Marin shook hands with Brent, "Please just refer to me by my first name. My father and grandfather are the misters in our family." "Are you sure it's alright? I mean to refer to someone of your standing in such a way is most ... Unusual." "Sir please. I may have been invited to the council of elders but I assure you it's quite alright to speak casually with me." "Very well. If you insist." "Now then sir. What do you require our services for? The director was elusive as to that matter." "My son Joseph ..." He took a deep breath, "Has gone missing." "Excuse me? Missing how? You are all shades correct? Are you sure he isnt just in a wall somewhere?" To a shade these were not joke questions, Brent meant what he asked. "No. My entire house staff has been through every inch of the house and grounds. He is simply gone. He is a grown man of course but this is different. No one saw him leave and all the cameras show nothing." This was serious. "Mr. Marin do you mind if we go over the video and search the house and grounds ourselves? We may find something the others have missed." "Please by all means. If you have any other questions I will be here in my office for the rest of the day."

[GamerKale]

"Right, I'll start by looking over the house." Brent grabbed Kylar by the ear, "Oh no you don't. You're just looking for a place to go sleep. Look around the grounds, use that spell you know." "Ow ow, ok ok, I'm going. Cigam Tceted." Kylar's eyes seemed to become framed by azure flames as he left the room, looking for any traces of magic that seemed out of place, or anything else really. Was there a garden around here that I could duck into and catch a few Zs?

[KiteXX]

Name:Erver Maene
Race:Elf
Age:17
Gender:Male
Picture:
Description of appearance: (if no picture)
Bio: Erver has been a part of sword ever since he can remember, Unfortunately he's been in cryo as he has been defined as an "Uncontrollable Force" by one of the higher ups. Only two days ago there was a power flash that ended up waking him. He's been flagged as a "Rogue" element and is to either be caught or killed on sight. Erver however, hasn't been easy to track down by the lower members and is now a high ranked priority. Though through all these accusations nobody knows his true intentions or his personality.

(Thanks for leaving me the opening DarkBlade)

[Dark Blade]

Brent had one of the butlers take him to the security room so he could go over all the footage. Trigger had been taken to Joseph's room and instructed to search it for anything odd or out of place. Sitting in the security room he poured over hours of footage in minutes. His eyes and mind moving at a furious pace brent stopped one of the recordings and went back much slower this time. He sat and continued to look at the same few minutes for a long while. It was the night Joseph had last been seen in the house. It had rained. No footprints had been found but depending on who or what took him there wouldn't be any. Brent was focused on footage of a camera watching the main hall, and more specifically the windows by the front doors. Finally he caught what had made him stare at the same footage for the last hour and a half. going from one frame to the next at one point the rain hiccups so to speak. A frame was missing. Brent quickly checked all the other footage where he could see the rain. Someone had edited the footage. It would of had to be done in-house. The system was completly cutoff from outside access. Suddenly a frame caught his eye as he checked for other edited spots. It was a shadow. It took a moment but he recognized it and it made his blood begin to boil.

Brent flared his senses and bolted from the security room finding Kylar not quite asleep but taking it easy. "WE HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM!" Kylar half asleep yawned and asked, "Whats up?" "TEMPLARS!" Kylar fell off the low wall he was laying on. "WHAT?! BUT WE'RE ALLIES!" "Get Trigger, take him back to the office. I need to have a 'chat' with someone." "Not a chance in hell. No WAY am I letting you go alone. I know you still hate them for attacking your sister but she has moved on from it. You need to as well." Brent's eyes glowed a meanacing red and he growled. "I will not let another innocent be a target simply for being something other than human!"

Halfway across town in the rundown portion of the city a group of armored men were taking a young man in his twenties from a truck and into a dilapodated building. "RELEASE ME AT ONCE!" The young man was backhanded, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. A look of shock resided on his face. That should have been impossible. Actually being cuffed like he was should of been impossible. But not for these people. These were men using Templar items. Metals and magics that worked on shades among other things. "YOU WILL ALL BE TRIED FOR TREASON!" he was backhanded again. "Silence abomination!" The man leading the others spoke harshly, "Joseph Marin ... You WILL tell us what we want to know. Whether you do it willingly or by force." They led Joseph to a room where they had hastily set up an interregation room. "You have no right to do this! I have done nothing to warrent Templar action against me!" Joseph was strapped in to a chair made of the same materials the templar's gear was made of keeping him from phasing out of it. "Who said we were templars?" The apparent leader gave a hard hit to Joseph's gut. A pair of eyes had been watching for some time now. The female shade had been debating if she should get herself involved or not.