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In the streets of London you could be drinking, eating, sightseeing or shopping and everyone looks like normal humans but there is other creatures among you that lurk about like ghouls, vampires and werewolves but they try to keep their existence hidden. There could be one in a cafe you drink at, your best friend or even just a simple stranger on the street that you past. There are people called VWGI investigating these people and trying to eradicate them but it’s hard as they can hide among people so easily. London isn’t as safe as you thought. Small wars go on between them in the dark of the night but now the threat is getting larger, VWGI are becoming more powerful along with yourself and your species. Different species don’t really get on but with the threat of the VWGI you might have started to make a team with each other or you are sticking with your own group, it is up to you.

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Human- Basically what it says but you can be VWGI if you want, just put that in the character sheet along with species and you are enemy to the other side unless you quit which you can

Vampire- Needs blood to be stronger and can only be out in the sun for a few hours before they start to burn. They can eat normal food and it would be digested but it wouldn’t have any taste at all. They can’t be killed by starvation only a stake to the heart, they also feel cold but not like they were dead, just a normal cold. The vampires have stricken codes that you have to go by and breaking these rules will either be a punishment of being buried alive for however long or death

Ghouls- They need human flesh to survive but they only need about one body a month, they also can’t eat normal food as it tastes rotten to them but they try to fit in and eat very small things but even after that they have to bring it back up as soon as possible, Ghouls also can’t be killed with normal weapons unless injected with something to stop their defense mechanisms but they can be killed by a quinque which is made out of their kagune.

Werewolves- They are people but they turn once every month, they eat normal food and can drink like normal but the week before the full moon they do have a more of a temper than normal, they are normally warmer than most people and vampires can normally know them from their smell of dog. These people are very kind to others and only want to fit in but you do get the odd one that prefers to be a wolf

And if you can think of anything else you want to be please PM me about it and I’ll answer back as soon as possible.

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Name: Vladimir ‘Vlad’ Dawnstein
Age: Unknown, appears 17-18 years of age.
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Appearance: Vlad has a very sturdy frame, and is just a bit taller than the average height. With a pale complexion that is framed with shoulder length, auburn hair that hangs freely upon his shoulders and piercing, vivid green eyes, Vlad’s appearance can be viewed as rather intimidating. He has scars up his left arm, but not from self afflicted injuries. He usually wears a long dark cloak of sorts that covers with a hood so he can move about during the day, though using alley ways and other varied ways to keep himself out of view. Otherwise, he tends to wear a long, dark jacket with a fairly large hood for the same protection. The sleeves of all his clothing tends to hang over his hands and he wears dark coloured jeans with black trainers, or black combats.
Bio: Vlad wasn’t always a vampire, which is evident in his back story. Born as an only child, Vlad’s father had been told in earlier months that he had a low chance of producing a child. His mother had a particularly hard child birth, almost dying in the process, leaving his father worried for both his wife and his unborn child. So, when the doctor finally held up Vlad for them to see, leaving them to smile at the newborn in awe, they took him as a miracle.
Once they’d taken him home, they seemed to enjoy taking it in turns to care for him in the months that they still had maternity leave. During this time, they seemed to notice that Vlad was rather intelligent and was excited to see what he would be capable of when he was older. However, soon his father had to return to work, leaving his wife to care for their child alone. He worried, but only for the fact that in his line of duty he’d made some deadly enemies and he didn’t want them to go after his son. Due to this, he left his wife at home with a strict amount of rules, which made her feel uneasy, but she obeyed them nonetheless.
At the age of two, Vlad was still showing signs of obscure intelligence. His mother seemed to monitor him even more carefully when she took him out for a stroll, aware that the other mothers had a thing for watching him when he wouldn’t play with the other children but rather mumble nonsense to himself that no one understood. He tended to draw his name into the sand with his finger when taken to a beach, or numbers that went higher beyond his brief knowledge and was soon visited by scientists of sorts. They asked the mother a series of questions, which she answered to the best of her ability, and came to the conclusion they’d run some tests when he was of age.
Two years later, they came back when he was the age of four. Vlad wasn’t surprised to see them, but at this time, Vlad was already in advanced classes at his school and had been put forward a couple of years and still didn’t find anything that difficult.
They sat Vlad down and gave him various tests to see how well he’d manage them and soon came to the conclusion that this child was an all round genius and dubbed him as such. But, in doing so, they’d sealed his fate. As any parents would be, his parents were rather shocked and overjoyed by this new predicament, but also a little scared as Vlad may get singled out by other children for his intelligence, as he was already teased a bit by students of his age in their correct year because he was taking classes with older students - and still scoring the top grades - because of this they pulled him out of school and paid for tutors to teach him.
When he’d turned eight, Vlad’s parents and him had to decided to take a walk through the park and were enjoying it. After stopping for a coffee, his parents stopped by to talk to some people, Vlad wandered off into the surrounding trees. While there, something leapt out of the shadows and bit into his neck. He had called out for help, only to have his parents come running and they deemed that he’d got bitten by a stray dog. Though, the marks looked strangely human.
In the following few months, Vlad came down with a sickness and was bedridden for days on end, unable to even attend his tutoring lessons. As he grew sicker and his fever worsened, his skin gradually grew paler and he would constantly cry out in pain. However, no doctor was able to diagnose the illness, and his parents were unable to come to terms with what was happening. But, Vlad could feel himself changing. After a few more weeks following those months, Vlad felt himself slip away into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, he found himself feeling different, and was a little dazed. After climbing to his feet, he’d realised that he wasn’t at home at all but rather in a parlour. A funeral parlour. All alone. He’d wandered around for awhile, meeting a man that was in his late twenties who said he could teach him how to survive as he is, after briefly explaining that Vlad was no longer human and needed to lean the rules. Confused, the eight year old had agreed and the man had began to teach him everything he knows.
A few years into their training, Vlad and his mentor were attacked, savagely ripped at which left his mentor barely alive and Vlad with the injuries that formed his scars today. His mentor’s clan found them, but they were unable to save him… Leaving Vlad to learn more knowledge by himself. Quickly becoming known as the genius vampire, Vlad tended to bend the rules to an extreme level. But, he never broke them completely. He’s still taking risks and being reckless.

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Name: Katherine Song
Age: 17
Species: Ghoul (Utaku)
Gender: Female
Appearance: White wavy hair that falls just past her shoulders, her fringe falls just below her eye brows, she has blue eyes that sparkle in the sun light with heavy makeup around her eyes making them darker but also somehow stand out more, she has pale skin, medium build although she is quite strong for her build. She has a few piercings but they were taken out. She usually wears black torn jeans with a black t-shirt and jacket that hugs her body, she wears either boots or trainers that are normally black
Bio: She was born into a very loving family that consisted of her brother, mother and father and they love each other very much. By the time she was three she was left alone with her brother a lot with so her parents could go get their ‘food’ but her parents still loved her very much. She was a shy girl and always stayed with her brother, hiding behind him every time someone talked to her.

The year after she had started to go to school because her family wanted her to fit in, just like her brother was able but she was a very lonely shy person and made no friends but she never left, she loved watching all the humans and learning more about them even if she couldn’t be one of them.

When she was seven a tragic thing happened, their house was broke into by VWGI lucky enough her and her brother was upstairs, and so when they spotted the parents they thought that was it. Her mum and dad fought their hardest but still she could hear the sounds of her mother and fathers screams until it went silent. When she went down stairs she saw the mangled bodies of her mother and father and that’s when they left their house and went into hiding, they lived on the streets a lot, finding dead bodies around to eat and they were never caught.

By the time she was ten she was able to walk around on her own and find her own food and so one night she went back to their ‘home’ and she waited but after a while her brother never came back again and she heard that someone had died recently but the body was took away because they went able to identify him after that she lived on her own, walking the streets trying to look like a normal person not the monster that people would think she was if they found out

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Name: Natasha Dare

Age: People guess around 16 but she’s 18

Species: Werewolf

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5ft4 (https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-495N_R7GgSw/VFYoQaSPrJI/AAAAAAAABQI/P2VtFhO-j9g/w426-h568/Purple+Glare.jpg)

Bio: Not much is known about her, but she moved to London a few years ago on the call of her pack leader. He had called her to war. After a battle downtown where the Alpha was mortally wounded, he gave her strict orders to seek out the leader of the VWGI and kill him – revenge for her father’s death. She vowed to the Alpha on his deathbed to avenge her father, and he passed before her eyes. She spent two years tracking down the head of the VWGI and actually came close, though she never knew it, which was why she’d been scarred – as a warning. Her back is now a riddle of white lines, most as thick as her finger but one almost as wide as her wrist.

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(Okay, we just need Liz to put her character sheet up and then we can start.)

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Name: Mark E Lee
Age: 19
Species: Utkau, Fhaul
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown hair and crustle blue eyes big build.
Bio:Abandond by his parents he lived by the streats with his dog, a chocolote lab named Max

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(Liz are you a Ghoul, if you are could you put that as well as Utaku please :))

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(Okay, thank you, Lizz, we can star now if you want?)

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(Coolios, I’ll catch up tomorrow! :)

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The rain pelted down on the streets of London, water was rushing into the drains but still the cars still splashed water onto the pavement, sometimes getting the pedestrians wet. Pedestrians walking around faster than if it was a sunny day, trying to find shelter, most were holding up umbrellas above their heads to stop the rain but still they were walking fast. The dark clouds over London gave it quite a sad feeling on this day but it couldn’t be helped, everywhere you go lately there was sirens going around, they could be far off or in the distance but they were still there.
Katherine walking down the streets, her hood pulled far over her head, trying to stop her hair from getting wet, her hands shoved in her pockets, trying to get every bit of warmth she needed, she started down at the ground as she walked through the crowd at her normal pace, her clothes dripping wet, so she really just wanted to get shelter, she then saw a cafè, making a quick right turn to head towards it before heading inside.

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Hands hidden in his pockets, Vlad stayed partially hidden in the shadows, standing under the over shelter of one of the shops along the street road. His eyes were focused upon the stream of water that ran down the road toward the grate of the drain that was positioned further down the road. Weather like this was something that he’d prefer to avoid, but lately that was becoming inevitable. It had rained for the last few nights, though tonight’s was the worst rainfall of all three.
Aware that he’d need to start moving soon, Vlad raised his head from the stream and was made aware of the pavement that lay on the other side of the road that ran directly through the middle of the street - it wasn’t a fairly busy night most drivers at home in bed, or curled up in front of a TV screen to avoid the harsh weather. That was why he could see groups of females, that were dressed up in partially revealing outfits, walking to clubs while they spoke with slurred tongues; drunks staggering down the pavement trying to make a sentence, sometimes trying to sing very loudly, or stopping a few steps to spew their alcohol content onto the ground as their body’s way of rejecting the excess fluids that they may have drunk; homeless people cradling the little warmth they had while they remained curled into doorways, on benches and the odd one sprawled out on the pavement.
Taking his eyes away from the usual night time scenario, the male bowed his head and moved from his spot, out from under the shelter, out into the rain that began to pelt him mercilessly. Taking once more glance at the other side of the street, he bit his tongue before walking a little further down, slipping into an alleyway. He knew the alley routes well, where they led and where they could potentially lead if he accidentally took a wrong turn. It was all part of being able to survive with them out there.

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Natasha’s head whipped around at the word she heard muttered over the sound of the pounding rain. She moved her hair from her eyes, the ends dripping water almost as violently as the world around her, and stepped into the light of the street. It was time to go anyway; a pinkish-red stream dribbled into the gutter from her last interrogation and the recent screams were bound to bring them running. They’d be like flies over carrion far too soon for her comfort, dragging their broken and beaten comrade back under the rock they come from. She just needed to find said rock. Natasha licked her already-wet lips and looked down the street. Any minute now… A sharp whistle pierced the stinging rain and she kicked off, speeding down the road until she got to an abandoned building. Her pack was waiting for her news. And didn’t she have it.

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She stood in the door way sighing heavily, she was lucky that this one was open until very late at night or she would have been stuck out in the rain. Katherine pulled down he hood, ruffling her white hair into the normal position. She also knew that for her this one a safe cafe for her because she came to this one a lot and she’s had no problems yet. She went over and sat her normal table, the water from her clothes dripped onto the floor creating a small puddle. She glanced out at the window, looking at all the people running around, trying to get out of the streets, she couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, knowing that soon she’ll be dry and they’ll still be wet.

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Silently, he sprinted down the alleyway, leaping at the last second and extended his arms. Feeling the rim of the wall beneath his palms, he curled his fingers and latched on, starting to haul himself up. Once on top, he let out a small grunt, rising to his feet so he was balancing upon the wall with trained skill as his eyes watched the entrance of the alley upon the opposite side. There was the odd pedestrian that ran across in front, their umbrella held above their head as they scurried to get home and out of the rain, his enhanced hearing could pick up their grumpy mumbles as they swiftly glided past.
A smirk curled onto his lips, leaving him to take a step forward and drop into the alley that had been opposite to the one that he’d entered. Once his feet made contact with the floor, he found himself in a crouch and gradually began to rise to his full height while dusting down the cloak that he wore. The alleys were swifter to travel by, cutting less time for him to be out in the open, and that was just what he’d done. He wiped the water residue on his hands off onto his cloak, straying out of the alley and out on a street that was precisely a block away from the street he’d came from.

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Mark soon came in with max by his side he went.yp to the counter “bowl of warer for my dog"he gruntes clearly starivung and exsasted “now plwase”

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She shouldered open the battered door and stepped into the warehouse. It looked like any other; big and old and covered in neon graffiti. In the gloom, she knew there sat the 25 members of the pack: the Alpha and 24 Betas. Natasha walked to the edge of the shadows and sat on the floor, directly across from where she knew the Alpha would be. Without preamble, she told them what she knew. “...But I need help to do anything more.”
The Alpha sat forward into the light, his face grim. “We can’t help you with this,” he stated flatly.
“I know,” Natasha muttered. “It’ll take a joined effort, surely…”
Alpha cocked his head, the scar running down the side of his cheek glimmering in the dim light. “A joined effort?”
“You didn’t know there were others? Ghouls and vampires?” Natasha frowned.
He nodded. “Mmmm. And you’ll find them how exactly?”
“There’s loads of them here in London,” a Beta clarified.

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