The Earth is in jeopardy. The races upon Earth have begun a war. Vampyres, Lychens, Humans, Elves, all wage a constant war against each other. Races such as faeries and centaurs try to keep peace as battle after battle take place and destroy what was once a peaceful land.

In this Rp is an all out war. Battles may take place anywhere you wish. Send me a PM explaining your character and race. Please be descriptive. You may choose one of the races I have listed or choose from another race such as demons and angels or whatever you can think of.

My character is as follows:
Name:Caos
Race:Vampyre
Specialty:Assassination, he has heightened senses and increase strength and acrobatics.
Description:Tall and rather thin, Caos has dark black hair shoulder length and wears a black cape. Under the cape there is a dark leather vest/shirt, and baggy black pants. Two curvy edged daggers lay strapped to his side.
Personality:Unusually quiet, Caos keeps to himself. Cold blooded and uncaring, Caos shows no mercy.

Name: Maysu
Race: Kitsune demon
Specialty: Casting illusions to confuse her opponent and martial arts. Also, she can summon energy into her hands and feet and use them to attack. She can sense death and the weather..
Description: She is a pale green kitsune who wears a necklace made of aquamarine around her neck. She wears a thin strapped light blue shirt and jeans. She has deep blue eyes. Oh, and she has 2 tails.
Personality: Quiet, yet entremely kind and gentle; would never hurt anything.

Deep secret: She has a split personality. When she becomes weak, her second side comes out.

Name: Maysu
Race: Kitsune demon
Specialty: Casting illusions to confuse her opponent and martial arts. Also, she can summon energy to her hands and feet and use them to attack. She can sense death and the weather.
Description: She is a black kitsune with deep red eyes with bloodlust. She has fangs and wears a black and torn dress. Her aquamarine necklace turns tainted with evil. She has 4 tails instead of 2.
Personality: Outgoing, loud, and onoxious. She has a serious bloodlust and will kill anything and everything in her way. She is never satisfied.

Caos stood in the back of the Halfway Tavern as he eyed his target. A young human male sat on a stool at the bar and had a few rounds. Caos watched and took note of his behavior. This man was to be an important negotiator between the humans and those known as Lychen, neither of which were partners of the Vampyre empire, and both were to be taken out. Caos was to end this man's life before peace negotioations were met between the two races, due to the fact that no race could be permitted to ally themselves against the nightwalkers. Competition was feirce enough without teams of races after them.

Caos stood up and began to walk towards his assignment, this was the man's final hour. The assassin silently unsheathed a single blade and placed it on his palm so that only the blade could be seen as he tapped his target's shoulder. The young man spun around and noticed too late the curved dagger in his assailants hand as it dug deep into his ribs and puntured an artery pumping blood into the heart. Caos slumped the man on the bar so that nobody would notice the slow drip of blood from the wound as the dying human bled to death in a liquor smalling tavern.

Caos walked into the streets of Detroit and glanced up into the pale face of the moon as it shone on a puddle near the killer's black boots. Then he slowly turned and walked into the night.

((Holy f***. o_O; How am I supposed to have good dreams tonight?))

Maysu walked along a dirt path in a quiet park in Detroit. The moon was shining brightly and full on this crisp and traquil night. Her light green fur almost glistened as it was caressed by the moon's rays of light. She walked along until she reached a bench, and sat down. She knew that the world was in complete turmoil. The night she was having now was probably going to be the last peaceful night she knew in a long time.

Suddenly, a pang of nervousness touched her. She twitched her ears and moving around anxiously on the bench. She felt the death of someone important. Her split personality could sense death, and she hated the fact that she could as well. She got up from the bench and started to make her way toward the deathlike feeling. When her feeling came to it's peaking point, she was standing next to a pub. "No one important could hae possibly died in there," she thought to herself. "Maybe I'm just tired." With that, she walked away from the bar and walked down the street.

((live in Detroit or something?))

Caos walked the streets in search for more blood, he hadn't fed in over a week, and the thirst was overpowering. He would have fed on his latest victim, but too many people knew the mark of a Vampyre when they see it getting placed upon the victim's neck. His ears picking up the sounds of the street, he hunted. Dark alleys, empty streets, delapedated houses, all were perfect places for his next meal. He would not risk his undead life for the sake of blood bye drinking in the open.

Soon after he began his search, Caos found a prostitute slumped over against the side of an old telephone booth. The nightwalker bent over near her ear, "Hello my dear."

She woke up in a fury and jumped to her feet, "Who are you?" she said as she slowly took steps away from her mysterious assailant.

"I'm the one that haunts your dreams. And now, you'll join me." Caos said in a whisper as he swiftly grabbed her shoulders and dug his teeth in the soft skin of her neck.

((Nope. I know someone who lives there, though. XD))

April perked her ears and heard the moaning of a woman. She immediatly started running in the direction of the woman until she came upon a vampyre who was feeding on an innocent woman. Her eyes widened as she instantly recognized the mark of the vampyre. She pulled her hands up to her chest in a scared position. She didn't know what to do. The woman was past saving at this point.

(It's Seig time.

Name: Seig Taschenlampe

Race: Human [in Limbo]

Specialty: Vampire slaying, melee combat, crossbow skills, holy magic. He has supernatural strength, speed, and agility. His eye of the Rock of the Church allows him enhanced visibility in any situation, as well as many different types of vision. His holy magic, which was originally weaker, is now much stronger. He's also in limbo for both extremely sacred and extremely heretical actions in his life, making him technically immortal.

Description: It has been two years since we last saw Seig. He now carries a large single-action bolt crossbow on his back, the original one given to him by Van Helsing himself. He carries several cloves of garlic in his pockets as well as vials of holy water and spices, and a silver and slightly tarnished cross necklace on his neck. He wears a thick dark green military grade trenchcoat with a black T-shirt underneath. He wears thick camoflauge cargo pants, with a total of about 50 pockets on his entire person with which he carries assorted vampire slaying gear. His hair is no longer a bright shade of orange, but is a darker reddish orange, and is now a mullet. He has one blue eye and one gold eye, the gold eye has a scar over it. The gold eye is actually the eye which Seig stole from the corpse of St. Peter, the original Pope, the Rock of the Church, which lends him supernatural strength, speed, and agility. His holy magic, which was originally weaker, is now much stronger. However, stealing the eye is a damndable act, but since Seig had slain so many vampires, when he 'died' he was sent to, and currently is in Limbo, until 200 years passes and he will be judged in Purgatory and sent to either Heaven or Hell.

Weaknesses: Just because he's immortal, doesn't mean he can get his ass kicked.)

"Dude, that is soooooooo weak." There was a thud and a squelch. Should Caos had looked back, he would see that a large silver shard of metal had pierced the woman's skull, killing her before she could effectively become a vampire. "Didn't want to have to do that." The sound came from the rooftops. On the rooftops, illuminated by the moon, stood a fairly famous vampire slayer-the Victory Flashlight himself, Sieg Tacshenlampe. "First you go killing the ambassador, and then you go killing assorted whores? You vampires have seriously gotten a lot more bitchy over the last century, haven't you?" As he said this, he loaded his crossbow with a stake and pulled back the string until it was in firing position. "Well, we'll soon cure you of that..." He took careful aim.

Caos stood up and turned to the new company. Blood dribbled from his mouth as he sucked in the sweet nectar of life. He saw one member of a Fox clan, while the other, a human. He weighted his options, the Kitsune was in a fear induced state, and the Human looked like some sort of old-fashioned hunter. Caos thought a moment before turning to the Human and looked upon the gear he carried, "Garlic and holy charms? That won't help you here hunter." The stake aimed at Caos made no difference to him, it was a crossbow, not a lightning bolt, it could be dodged. "Just when was your last kill? Before the war began?" Caos turned again to his former meal and grimanced, "I was still thirsty, maybe your blood would do me some good. I haven't killed a slayer in at least a month."

He pushed his cloak back and withdrew the two daggers hidden beneath and positioned himself into a stance with the target of the human. "I say we finish this before day breaks, I have...previous arrangements."

Kiao smiled and twisted a knob, pulling the string back even tighter. "Actually, my last kill was Thursday, but I digress." He held the bow in one hand, and reached into his pocket with another. "Make the first move."

"Very well then, but be warned, my first is usually my last. However, I think you may prove somewhat of a threat, so don't quote me," Caos said this with a grin as he ran up the wall towards the rooftop. he held the two daggers behind him and prepared for the upcoming confrontation. A quick jump sent him even with his adversary on the rooftop.

Seig smiled an made a motion as if he was going to shoot him, but at the last second pulled a tinted monocle out of his pocket and held it up to his gold eye. His gold eye gave off a quick flash, and a thin beam of light shot out of the monocle with great speed and force...

((I'll join, if that's okay with you guys. But let me think over my character first, then I'll come back. Okay?))

((Yea that's fine.))

Caos held his blade in the path of the beam and wondered just what the light was.

At the same time, he withdrew a small kunai from his cloak and threw it in the direction of his attacker.

Seig quickly shifted his gaze to the kunai moving towards him, and the beam moved with it, knocking the kunai to the ground, while leaving a sorchmark. He blinked, and the beam temporarily subsided, and then he looked back up at Caos, squinted at him, and the beam was back...with a brighter and more concentrated force.

Maysu took a step back as the adrenaline in her body began to develop. She felt like her life was on the line, and she was getting overly emotional. She tried to calm down, but it seemed like she just got worse and worse. She started panting heavily (almost hyperventilating) and put her index finger to her lip. She bit on it and tried to get herself to calm down. Slowly, blood trinkled from her finger and made it's way to the ground. That's when she lost control.

Her head began to pound and ring in serious pain. She grabbed it and screamed out as she fell to her knees. She crouched down to the ground and tried to hold back. Her tails started to split and become four tails in a fury of flicks. Her fur rose off of her body as it slowly became dark. She bared her teeth and fangs appeared. Then she opened her eyes and they were a deep and evil red. She staggered a little bit, then stood up.

((Name: Alesa
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Species: Fire Demon
Specialty: Stealing is a family tradition that she has to carry on. Her direct ancestors were poor and were forced to be thieves, and soon enough, they struck gold. Money was handed down to her in a will after her parents died, and even though they are filthy rich, they continue to steal. Also being taught to be sneaky, Alesa is a professional at commiting crimes, and, surprisingly, letting it slip. However, since the war began, she hasn't been stealing much lately and is actually being almost an angel.
Appearence: Lightly tanned skin; an athletic, five foot eight build; and a desirable body makes up her figure. Hair that blends from black to a dark redhead orange is managebly wavy and put up into a lightly tied yet high ponytail. The color of her rusty looking hair also makes up the color her huge demonic wings. Vibrant red eyes can knock down anyone with their stare. She wears a fashionable spaghetti strap dress, detailed with red and black swirls. She carelessly wears no shoes and has black stockings under her dress which are very unnoticable.
Weaknesses: The police and water. She can't stand them.
Personality: Sly, mature, sneaky, and confident.))

((Whoo. Post now. XD))

Caos shifted his weight and dodged to his left. The shift allowed him to land and jump again, this time behind Seig.

"Can't see what's behind you, unless you can turn your eyes backwards," Caos sadi while slowly pointing his right dagger into the Hunter's back.

Maysu's blood was pumping with excitement as she saw the gore and vulgarity of the fight. She jumped up onto a building to get a better look. She wanted to fight the winner and see who was truely worthy of her time.

Alesa suspiciously stared at the fight from afar, then got closer for a better view. Hiding in her surroundings, she made sure she wasn't being watched.

((I'd like to join as well))


Name: Garik
Race: Dark Elf
Specialty: Blood Magic; Death Magic
Body Description: Crimson Eyes; Dark Purple Skin; Loose Black Hair; Pointed Ears; Sharp Fingernails; Blue and Green Vest; Silky White Moustache and Beard
Other Descriptions: Garik is a high ranking Dark Elf, he doesn't particularly fight outside of the walls of self defense or to merely test another's strength. With many years, Garik has become wise, being able to communicate with those who departed with this world, and can even bring creatures or people back to life to serve under him. He has become a drifter, just traveling from here to there, making his whereabout usually unknown. He is also a brilliant stragist, with an IQ over 200, helping him in any battle situation. One more ething is that he is one tough customer to go against, although his agility and speed are poor at best, he topples others with his walls of defenses, powerful magic, and high stamina.

Even though he is classfied as an Elf, he is on his own side in these wars. What could Garik be plotting...
Weakness: Holy Magic; Sacred Items
Personality: Mysterious, Cold, Wise

Garik was close to the sidelines of the battlefield, accompianed by a couple of his bone minions. He slowly looked up to the battle that was going on. And shook his head in a horizontal motion, "Ah kids these days, all they do is fight till dawn. What senseless days these have become. They don't even appear to be worthy of my time," he said as he kept walking. Then he stopped and gave a sigh and turned to the battlefield yet again, "If one of the two combatants succesfully kill the other, that one would mean one small, meaningless victory for one of the sides in this war. For the way you precieve things, killing one will mean two will take its place. Pity," he then slowly looked over to the Vampyre. "Though... it would be better if the Vampyre were to die, since Vampyres would make a surplus addition to my undead army if I were to revive one with my blood magic." Garik then gave out a stifling chuckle, "We'll just have to wait and see."

Seig nearly laughed at the stupidity of the vampire he was fighting. "Uh, okay..." He then quickly lifted his steel-toed right boot, and launched a swift backwards kick, right in the crotch area of the vampire, hoping the cheap shot would land him an advantage.

Caos shifted his weight, and managed to divert the blow to his inner thigh. "So this is how you do your killing? With dishonor and cheap tricks?" The blow had hurt, but not as bad as an actual weapon would, the Vampyre had had far worse injuries, and this didn't manage to phaze his concentration. The man in front of him would not be allowed to win.

"I assume that you being a vampire-" He spun around, holding the monocle to his eye. "-that you would be accustomed to this kind of thing." He fired the thin beam of holy energy out of his eye again...

((Name: Haart
Race: Vampire
Specialty: Offensive Magic; Magic Catalysts

--Description--
Hair color: dark brown; seen as black in the night.
Hairstyle: long, straight hair, about a couple of inches past his shoulders.
Eye color: blue; seen as red in the night
Attire: He wore a large magician's hat on his head, colored pitch black, like his cape. He wore a robe, crimson on the inside and pitch black on the outside. His pants and shoes match the rest of his outfit, pitch black. Although looking heavy, he can float with the use of his cape.

Personality: He uses the darkness of night to stalk his prey and after submission, drain his/her blood. However, he's willing to help a vamp-in-need. He's pretty cold when it comes down to battle. He shows little mercy with his tactics.
Weakness: The usual: garlic and light. Also, his magic is strong, so he requires time for invocation. As a spellcaster, the slightest attack is enough to break concentration during the invocation of spells.))

Maysu licked her lips in satisfaction. This battle was becoming very interesting to say the least. She swayed her weight from one side of her body to the other anxiously waiting for the fight to end.

She suddenly sniffed another scent in the air. She turned around to see a fire demon trying to hide from view. Her eyes widened as she jumped down from the building and proceeded to approach the demon cautiously.

Alesa took a glance at Maysu after she noticed she was being watched, then disapearred into a higher spot into a tree. She balanced on her two feet and fingers as she crouched down, and licked her lips, smirking.

Mayse tilted her head to the side and made a similar smirk. "Seems like you have some fight in you, demon," she said to her. "Come on down and fight me. I'd love to see your powers...and possibly take them as my own." She chuckled and loosely flicked her arm. A ball of dark purple energy formed in her hand.

Alesa sent a glare to Maysu, and jumped down, landing in the grass lightly on her feet. She delivered a roundhouse kick, smirking confidently, and sent the energy flying out of Maysu's hands. A plan was already set in her mind.

(o_O;)

While Alesa's kick was knocking the energy out of her right hand, Maysu immediatl summoned another ball of energy into her left hand and slammed it into Alesa's stomach. The blast was strong enough to send Alesa flying for at least a quarter of a mile. While Alesa was gone, Maysu flicked her wrist multiple times and moved it around in a circle so that she could flex it down. Tiny sparks of energy were popping from her figertips.

"Is that really the best you can do?"

"Even better." Alesa raised her head, and in an instant, was behind Maysu. She knocked her down with her foot, and held it down. "Is energy all you can form?" She let Maysu go, and, with a quick motion, jumped onto a thick tree branch.

Maysu chuckled. "A speed gimmick, eh?" Maysu clapped both her hands togather and a bright light formed inbetween them. When the light subsided, a thick peice of shining and sharp energy formed in her hands. "Energy may be one of my only powers, but it's almost limitless." She threw the shining energy at Alesa. "Now...Let me show you something really special."

Maysu raised both her hands in the air and took a deep breath. Her hands began to glow and spark with the flow of energy. Then a small bubble began to surround her. It completely surrounded her before it looked like it dissapeared. "Come and get me."

"Why would I be stupid enough to fall for that?" She picked up a leaf, folded it into a plane, and threw it at the 'bubble'. With a suspicious look on her face, Alesa took higher grounds to be safer.

When the leaf came close to the "bubble" it stuck to it and it looked as if it were stuck in the air. Maysu pointed her finger at Alesa, and the leaf shot back at her at amazing speeds. Maysu chuckled.

Alesa caught it, leaving a burning feeling in her hand. She crunched it, then got up another branch. "That could've been better." Alesa said in a mimicking way. Then she went quiet.

"Why are we fighting again? It is a time of war, but you don't randomly ask to fight."

That triggered something inside Maysu. 'She's right' she though Her entire body began to feel light and ticklish. She groaned and said, "This isn't over yet, you know." Then she was engulfed in a bright light. When it subsided, the normal Maysu was on her knees panting from weakness. She looked up at Alesa and blinked for a couple of seconds. She stood up and asked, "Who are you?"

"Must I tell you my name? I am nothing but a stranger to you. Although, if I must, I have to say I'm a fire demon by the name of Alesa. You?" She raised her head in suspicion, looking down at Maysu. Alesa looked to the side and smiled, then pushed her hair back and smiled.

"I'm Maysu...hey, you look like you've been fighting."

Alesa frowned with her mouth opened, then grinned. "More like stealing...it's a bad family tradition I wish I never took on."

Maysu tilted her head to the side in a hint of confusion. She lowered an eyebrow and had an expression on her face that showed she was trying to peice something together. Then she said, "I'm tired...and my clothes are a little ripped...was I fighting you?"