Vampire H u n t r e s s {PAFP}

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    The Plot. . .
    Valeria is a simple, 15 year old girl by day. She has many friends, she is very artistic and creative, and she's on her school's volleyball team. By night, however, she belongs to a group of vampire slayers called the Huntresses, therefore suggesting that the group is made up of girls only. No one really knows about the Huntresses, though. Valeria has never spoken about it to anyone. She's sworn to secrecy by her leader and won't even reveal the slightest details about it. But if you happen to catch a glimpse of her during the night, you'll understand why they exist. They were gathered together to kill vampires. At first Valeria thought they didn't exist, until she was nearly bitten by Dameon - her friend by day, a vampire by night. Unsure of what to do she had grabbed a nearby stake (they were in her garage) and stabbed him with it. He fell to the ground in a pile of dust and at that moment, Valeria knew vampires were real.
    In this RP, Valeria will come across a vampire that the Huntresses have been hunting down for a couple months. She's so close to catching him, when he somehow saves her life and she can't help falling in love with him. She tries to ignore these feelings, but as the roleplay progresses she will question why she ever became a vampire slayer in the first place.
    Please join c:


    About Valeria. . .
    Name: Valeria Johansen


    Age: 15 years


    Gender: Female


    Appearance: Valeria has dark brown hair that falls a little below her shoulders, though she usually keeps it either in a braid or a ponytail to keep it from getting in her face. Her eyes are gray blue and her skin is a flawless tanned olive. She's really thin although she isn't bone skinny, and she's quite fit and agile. She normally wears gothic-type clothes, such as her signature black hoodie, dark colors, red skinny jeans, and her ebony combat boots.


    Personality: Valeria's personality is a bit complicated. In the "real world", she's actually very funny and outgoing. She's definitely a people person and loves making friends. However, when she's a huntress at night, she appears cold and distant and will attempt to kill a vampire without any second thought, while she's also very intelligent and logical.


    Weapon(s): Stake, metal baseball bat (used to knock her enemy out)


    Crush: Whoever the vampire is c:




    You don't have to fill out a form, but if you want to give me some information on your character before starting that's absolutely fine. (:

    Lucard oteri


    age: a week from turning 100


    appearance: his marble white skin being that bright still hides in the night his black hair hanging to his eyes he normally wears leather


    personality: he is normally the kindest person anyone has ever seen but when hungry his eyes turn pitch black as well as his heart making him the most efficient killing machine to ever exist


    weapons: Fangs Claws Strength Speed

    Name: Alex Jackson


    Age:
    Human years :160 years
    Vampire years: 16 years


    Gender: Male


    Appearance: Jet is 6'9" Tall, heavy built, scar ridden from previous attacks of hunters, missing three fingers on his left hand. He often wears black suits and is often found in a club looking for his next dinner. He has neon blue eyes, until his fangs meet blood. then they change to a deep red. Has no Known family or address. Drives a Jet Black 1970's Dodge Challanger, with a single red pinstripe down the side of it.


    Personality: A quiet clean cut teenage male. Parents think him as a good role model for their students. However,he has a insatisfiable thirst for blood, and is able to smooth talk most women.


    Weapon(s): Smooth talking


    Crush: None... they just keep going pale and stiff when i give them a kiss :P

    Um, Clydes' form is more detailed, and I'd like this to be more of a semi-advanced rp, so Clydes is accepted. (:

    OOC - It's fine (:


    Valeria gripped her stake in one hand while the other held her metal baseball bat. She watched the busy streets of New York from a distance, a cold, emotionless expression on her face. Her city was the most beautiful at night, however nobody had any idea of the dangers that lay among her people. For almost a month now she's been trying to hunt down Alex Jackson, a vampire that has been getting in the way of the Huntresses. Somehow, she felt as if tonight was her lucky night, and she would find this vampire.

    Alex cruized up to one of his favourite bars,"the bloody mary", in his trademark dodge.
    Just by the smell of perfume coming out of the bar he could tell it would be easy pickings tonight...

    Valeria began walking down one of the sidewalks, ignoring the confused glances a few people shot her upon seeing the weapons she held in her hands. If anyone she knew saw her, they wouldn't know she was actually Valeria Johansen, for she wore a black full-body suit that would help her blend in with the night and sunglasses over her eyes. Feeling a bit thirsty, she slipped into "The Bloody Mary" - perhaps she'd find Alex here.

    Sauntering up to the bar and giving the band a cursery wave
    He always had his first pre-meal drink to loosen up his tongue before he took the ladies to "dinner"
    Downing his first bourban, he began to look for possible "bites" to be had

    Valeria walked up to the counter, and the young bartender greeted her with a welcoming smirk. "Welcome, m'lady," he said politely. "Would ye like a drink?"


    "That's why I'm here, isn't it?" the ebony-haired girl replied casually. She slammed a ten dollar bill down on the marble counter. "Brew up a Vampire's Bite for me, if you may." The name of her favorite drink was quite ironic to her, being the vampire slayer that she was. The bartender winked at her. "I'll be right out with it," he promised, before slipping away. Valeria sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before sitting down at a table near the one Alex sat at.

    Using his good ear for conversation, he heard a new woman at the counter. Sure, he thought to himself, new people came in here, often never coming back, but her.... She was something different.. He had no idea why but she intruiged him. Not many people wear a skin tight black suit to a bar... He decided to watch her ...very carefully...

    Several minutes later the bartender called Valeria back up to the counter, saying that her drink was ready. She rose to her feet and walked over to the counter, taking her drink from the man and offering him a polite "thank you". She sat back down and took a sip out of her glass, leaning back in her seat comfortably.

    Valeria stared across the table at this strange man. Through her dark black sunglasses she wasn't able to recognize him as a vampire. That wasn't even a thought in her head at the moment - this man was just probably some creepy player that picked up girls as he went. "Pleasure to meet ya," Valeria greeted casually.

    Leaning forward, and gently gripping her hand he gave it a brief kiss. "Pleased to meet your aquaintence, Miss....?" Asking for her name

    Valeria was smart enough to know not to share her real name with a stranger. She dipped her head and replied with a polite, "Emma. The name is Emma Bradley - and you are?"

    Alex knew the she was hiding something. Many a time previously he's had to "dispose" a hunter. Not often you'd find, do people carry around a metal stake and a baseball bat. Deciding to play her little game he replied cooly, "I, my dear, am Jet." Yet even when he knew he could dispose of her if need be, she terrified him like no other had.

    Valeria brought her crystalline glass up to her lips and allowed the cherry red liquid to slide across her tongue and down her throat. She set the glass down on the table and evenly met Jet's gaze. Something was strange about him - there was an odd glow in his eyes, and she knew he wasn't exactly who he said he was, but she couldn't quite place it. She didn't know how to start a conversation with him so she simply sat there, sipping her "Vampire's Bite" every now and then and refusing to tear her gaze away from the man across the table in fear that he might do something to her while her back was turned.