Hope's Army

Name: Andrew Kyle Clay
Nick-Name: Andrew
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Looks: Andrew stands at an average height, but perhaps slightly on the shorter side. He is a slender and pale young man with curly dark russet locks around an oval-shaped face, his hair a bit longish. He has a prominent nose, a sharp profile, and thick eyebrows above gunmetal gray eyes. He wears circular glasses, and his walk is described as having the slinking grace of a panther stalking its prey.
Group: Hope's Army
Rank: (Deputy, please?)
Crush: No one... yet
Bf/Gf: Open
Husband/Wife: Too young by law
Children: None
Other: Nope. It's just Chuck Testa.

Name: Cathryn Betsy Hanssens
Nick-Name: Cathryn
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Looks: Cathryn is quite tall for her age, and rather curvy compared to some girls, and her face is almost the exact shape of a heart. Her nose is slightly upturned, her eyes are almond-shaped and crystal blue, and she has high cheekbones. Her hair is naturally platinum blond cut in a pixie style, though she dyes her hair neon colors.
Group: Vampire's League
Rank: Fighter
Crush: Open
Bf/Gf: Too young
Husband/Wife: Too young
Children: Whoa, no
Other: Can't think of anything to say, so I'll just shut up now.

Name: josh smith
Nick-Name: None
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Looks: I'm on my phone, sorry. Can I later? He looks like Drew Roy.
Group: vampires leauge (well he is they're slave, but he wants to be hopes army)
Rank:slave
Crush: none
Bf/Gf: none
Husband/Wife: none
Children: none
Other: British ( necks brother)

Name: Beck smith
Nick-Name: none
Gender: male
Age: 18
Looks: on my phone sorry
Group: hopes army
Rank: fighter
Crush: none
Bf/Gf: no
Husband/Wife: no no no
Children: NOPE
Other:
British

Name: Riley Jacob Randolph
Nick-Name: Riley, or sometimes RJ
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Looks: Riley is 5'7" and weighs 122 lbs. Even by vampire standards, he is unusually pallid and has a gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow fangs, and a wiry body. He is described to look as a corpse might. His hair is cut military style, and is silvery-blond. His eyes are a true amber and look exotically wolf-like, with emerald flecks. He has an air of restlessness.
Group: Vampire's League
Rank: Fighter
Crush: Open
Bf/Gf: Open
Husband/Wife: Open
Children: Open
Other:

Beck had just returned from scouting another area out, his cheeks were a bright red and he was worn out. He had almost broke a sweat running back. Damn, he needed to be more careful. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Hope". He said, looking at her and walking over. Hope had been the one to save him, and he owed her his life. He smiled and put his gun in his back pocket.

Josh woke up, finding himself on the floor in the corner of a dark and dingy room. Oh yeah, he remembers now. He's a slave. He was one of those unlucky ones that weren't killed when they were captured. He looked around at all the vampires, and felt like crap.

[font=arial black][size=8]Peering over the thick black rim of the circular glasses that had slipped down his prominent nose, Andrew's attention was diverted at the as-stealthy-as-elephants footsteps of two children racing up the stairs of the safe-house, pelting each other with crumpled-up pieces of paper. Laughs and shouts of glee were exchanged from the two small boys, who took turns crouching behind the spiraling banister to avoid getting hit, while also taking the risk of emerging from their hiding places to fling a ball of old newspaper at their opponent. Patiently, it took Andrew two attempts to verbally break up the boys' fight. He exhaled deeply before fixing his askew glasses and returning to the stack of open books that laid scattered on the table in front of him. Never could he understand how frivolous those children could act when such a grave issue was at hand. Why, if he was leader of the campaign, that simply would never be the case. Reaching his left arm over, he grasped the handle of his large coffee mug and brought it to his lips, the condensation of the sugary, dark liquid causing his glasses to fog as he did so. He squinted, frowning at a tiny line of text in one of the thick leather-bound books. All of the books were of the history of vampires. Though Andrew was educated to almost every one of the bloodthirsty creatures' aspects, he never quit delving into the library's every nook and cranny for more information that could perhaps turn the tide of the war in the humans' favor. Perhaps just one piece of hidden knowledge was all it took....

[font=arial black][size=8]A wiry smile twisted Riley's mouth at his wife's melodic tone. As usual, he awoke aware that it was a Wednesday, and deepened his vocals to announce, "Guess what day it is, guess what day it is." He sat up in bed on one elbow, still grinning. "Other than Hump Day," he mused, "it just so happens to be National Feral Cat Day, as well as Oscar Wilde's birthday. He was a rather admirable human, I daresay." Riley swung his legs off the side of the bed and snapped to a standing position. What a difference a goodnight's sleep made. "Alright, so what do our duties require of us today?"

Josh stood up, looking around. He started rubbing his eye's, deciding to have a look around. He had only been there for a day, and he knew that he would only be around for a few more knowing what vampires do to slaves. He kept to the wall as he walked, somehow ending up where all of the vampires lived. He quietly, slowly walked through all of the houses of such, hearing talking from inside it. He stopped for a second and listened.

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Will Of the Blade


Alone he stood, in amongst the crowd,

The man’s father would had been so proud,

Submerged in the bodies, his figure they did shroud,

He waited patiently, to fulfill the duty he had vowed.



His foe insight, he began to move,

To his masters, the death he must prove,

Soon, just one less person he need remove,

His ways of assassination, he need not improve.



The deed was done, with just one blade,

So now the guards he must evade,

With his escape he had no aid,

And into the shadows he did fade.



He works in the dark to serve the light,

The cloaks he wore, both black and white,

For what he does, he believes is right,

For the peace and freedom he must fight.



This single man, do most men fear,

The same for his ancestor; Altair,

The man’s family he did hold dear,

But his main distraction was the golden sphere.



For many a century was the sphere sought,

And because of it, had thousands fought,

Never once could the orb be bought,

But of its ways, the Codex had taught.



Never alone did this man stand,

His ring finger, they did brand,

And then the brotherhood he did expand,

From each faithful leap, they did land.



After years battle, the Borgia did die,

And not one person shed a tear or cry,

But time had come to say goodbye,

Ezio Auditore, what a great guy

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[font=arial black][size=8]Supported on one knee, Cathryn was acutely aware of the almost inaudible sifting of overlong blades of grass that the white rabbit loped through. The overwhelming spicy tang of pine trees apparently masked Cathryn's own scent to the unsuspecting woodland creature, which, on the contrary, tainted the woods with the metallic aroma of blood. Beneath the callused fingertips of her right hand, she pulled back the coarse, somewhat frayed black bowstring easily, an arrow almost the exact hue of blood already nocked. With her unnaturally sharp crystal blue eyes focused on her target, she lined it up with the tip of the projectile and inhaled. Unfortunately, in the fraction of the second before the vampire released the arrow, the white rabbit turned its head to the side, catching a hasty glimpse of Cathryn, before darting into a tangle of nearby bushes, panic-stricken. The arrow embedded itself into the ground where her prey had been settled so short of a time ago. Snapping her fingers and with a half-hearted stomp of the foot, Cathryn smiled and muttered, "Dang it!" Ignorant of the time, she went to retrieve her arrow, shaking her head and chuckling. It was quite foolish to be attempting to hunt this way, with a human weapon when she had a superior set of fangs, but nonetheless it was enjoyable, and going off into the woods to practice archery provided Cathryn the freedom and personal space she needed from the others. It wasn't like she was hungry, either. If she did manage to shoot something, she simply discarded the unlucky animal. Contrary to some of the humans who had banded together to form an army, the vampires had resources to waste.