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Part III
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▐ ❝Don't challenge someone who has the strength mentally and physically to kill you.❞
☽Ɓαcкgяσυη∂☾
✧✦Adulthood✦✧
۞Cursed Forever۞
Mikah turned 21 and already had twenty kills under his belt. He had purified the world of twenty Witches and for the RPLH having only started killing in one year he had broke a century old record. He held over leading missions and interrogations. After a successful twenty first kill he managed to locate the Coven's grounds where they gathered and the date of when they would last gather. Leading a team of sixteen Purity Hunters they met a Coven of no more than thirty members. They were outnumbered and outsmarted. Everyone of his team was slaughtered. All died but him. Mikah was tied and gagged and a ritual was performed upon him. The Curse of Asmodeus was performed as it was only performed for the fact that he cunningly persuaded them to spare him, but they were not going to do so without a price. For Witches everything had a price. He informed the RPHL that they spared him through his cunning words and he was marked with the live serpent and again with a dead one to signify the loss that was made when his life was spared by the impure.
Mikah Artemus Ashling was no more upon the night of a full moon. He watched himself turn almost feral before tackling a girl on campus and raping her only to drain her entirely of her soul essence. She was left as a husk of her former self. From a young beautiful girl to a old hag. Artemus continued killing Witches, but he had anew method. He would sleep with them after seducing them and take their souls.
۞The Final Score To Be Settled۞
The RPHL got word that a powerful Coven reigned in the states and more than enough of it's members were the bloodline of the filth that left the old world for the new world. Artemus was sent out to kill as many as possible. His society of Hunters had no idea that he was cursed and he kept it a secret. When given his mission he was weary at first about leaving for the same place that his sister was sent off to, Grievance Ridge. However, he reluctantly accepted the job and left for the states.
Now, Mikah only goes by Artemus and has been keeping a low profile. He hopes that upon discovering the High Priestess he will be able to be freed of his curse and at last reunite with his family. This is his final score to be settled and he plans to kill every Witch in Grievance Ridge.
[Aʟʟɪᴇs] The RPHL, Variel
[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs] Witch, Sleepwalkers, & Familiars
[Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs] none
[Aᴄϙᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ] none
[Pᴇᴛs]none
[Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ] He is staying at the Iron horse Inn
[Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ]He is making money as a mechanic and home tutor.
[Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ]
☽Oᴛʜᴇʀ☾ The Royal Purity Hunters League (aka) RHS, Royal Hunters Society Sigil is an eye in the sun pierced by a sword or simply an eye in the sun or even an eye pierced by a sword:(view spoiler)
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Part II
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▐ ❝Trying to figure me out, huh? Don't bother I've tried.❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞MENTAL TRAITS۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Lɪᴋᴇs]
☑ Challenges
☑ Freedom to do as he wishes
☑ Action speaking louder than words
☑ Being First
☑ Exercising
☑ Individual Sports
☑ Getting into Fights
☑ Arguing that he is right
☑ Controlling people
☑ Looking out for number one
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[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
☒ Being Bossed
☒ Waiting
☒ Disappointment
☒ Being Ignored
☒ Sitting and talking things out
☒ Teamwork
☒ Feeling lesser than what he knows he is capable of
☒ Self-pity
☒ Depression
☒ People who never try to live life to it's fullest
[Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ]
☼ Independent
☼ Generous
☼ Enthusiastic
☼ Courageous
☼ Self-confident
☼ Quick Witted
☼ Assertive
☼ Forthright
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[Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs]
☁ Temperamental
☁ Self-involved
☁ Impulsive
☁ Impatient
☁ Rash
☁ Reckless
☁ Bossy
☁ Allows Fear to Limit his choices
☽Ƥєяѕσηαℓιту☾ Artemus is a master manipulator to the point that he becomes very confident in his skill. He has a natural ability to convince almost anyone to do whatever he feels that he want them to do. Artemus tends to prefer to blend into the background and wait for his prey to come to him. That's not to say that he is patient because it is quite the opposite. He plans ahead of his opponents playing each day like a game of chess and anticipates others next moves. With such a focused skill he tends to enver have to wait for too long. However, Artemus isn't one to hold ill-intentions for anyone unless he has reason to. He isn't evil by any means, but he has goals and once they are set so is his mind to accomplishing them. He simply has the power to get others to do things that benefit him. Being a manipulator can give someone a bad rep, but Artemus is a kind, funny, and charming sort of guy that will make it clear what he feels about someone. Used for good, this is a rare and powerful skill set that can accomplish much more when shared with others than it could when Artemus attempts to go it alone. However, he isn't exactly what one might call a "teamworker". He prefers the solitude of hismelf being left ot his thoughts while he does a job and gets it done with astounding results.
Artemus tends to be possessive at times and highly aggressive, but he has an appearance to uphold making him charming and charismatic. He hates being ignored and it seems to be okay because he isn't exactly someone that you would want to ignore. His gift of persuasion takes time for each person he tries to influence. Some are harder than others to manipulate simply because he has to gain a foothold on their personality and how they work. Some wills are harder to bend than others. If Artemus was a Witch there would be no doubt that his powers would revolve around manipulating the mind. He is deadly and vicious at times, but he also has a weakness. His twin sister, Variel, always has the amazing talent of bringing out the best in him. No matter what may come at him Variel always holds the most sway over how Artemus reacts to things. If Artemus were mad beyond all measure it would only be Variel who can tame the wild beast.
Artemus is fearless, aggressive, and gets what he wants every time. He is highly career-oriented and uses his charm and high energy levels to push forward consistently. Artemus has and always will have an over-sized appetite for success that is never satisfied. He holds the intellect and the willpower to do whatever it takes to get ahead, and more often than not he does. Artemus is extremely far from unlikable. In truth, he usually has many friends and is fiercely loyal to his family. He is highly self-sufficient enough to not need anyone else, though, and when he finds that others don’t have the drive to succeed he will push forward by himself. Artemus is as popular as he chooses to be, but he also makes many enemies. While he is mostly in control of every situation, he sometimes lashes out at others unnecessarily and can be excessively mean spirited. After he has had a bit of a cool down, don’t expect him to apologize for his behavior. Instead, he will walk away blaming you for the whole fiasco.
☽Ƒαтαℓ Ƒℓαω☾
*Impatience - Artemus will not and refuses to ever truly wait on something to come to him. H won't sit down and come up with a strategy because he feels he has it all figured out in his head. It is such rashness as this that will one day get the best of him.
*Kakorrhaphiophobia- Fear of failure or defeat. Artemus is afraid of losing and will stop at nothing to get what he wants in the fear that he will never have it. When fighting he pushes himself beyond all ensure to ensure that he wins.
*Wiccaphobia: Fear of witches and witchcraft. Artemus has the irrational fear of Witches. He doesn't see them as human and therefore without understanding them he fears them beyond all else. He strives to cleanse the Earth of the creatures who try to defy the order of God.
▐ ❝Once I have my sights set on a goal consider it already achieved.❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PERSONAL ANECDOTE۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ](Note that the fates are praised for never allowing a known case to occur that a Witch is born into a family of Hunters.)
♚Veronica Ashling/alive/ Mortal/46/Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♛Michael Ashhling/alive/ Mortal/49/Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
♟Variel Ashling/alive/Mortal/Familiar/25/Sɪsᴛᴇʀ
♜Vera Ashling/alive/Mortal/21/Sɪsᴛᴇʀ
☽Ɓαcкgяσυη∂☾
✧✦Birth✦✧
۞A Big Miracle In A Small Package۞
At 5:55 pm on April 19th, 1990 at London Bridge Hospital a young woman by the name of Veronica gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl. Veronica and her husband, Michael, couldn't have been happier. They chose to keep the gender a secret from everyone, including themselves. They didn't bother with ultrasounds or any test except to see that the baby was indeed healthy. It came to a surprise for the couple when Veronica began to have contractions again only to give birth twenty eight minutes after the girl to a healthy baby boy. Veronica was happy to have a girl and astounded to find she had both a boy and a girl set of twins. The couple had been told that neither Michael nor Veronica would be able to have children. Michael's semen were not active enough and Veronica was barren. It happened with shock and surprise that the couple were even going to have a child. One could only imagine their excitement at having two. They wanted to give them names that resembled their own. A part of him and apart of her. It took almost a week for them to finally give them names. Veronica had to stay in the hospital due to fear of any complications that the doctors might have missed. Michael continued to be stuck on the name Michelle for their little girl while Veronica was quite partial to Valentine for their boy. Veronica hated the name Michelle and Michael wasn't fond of the name Valentine. At last the couple agreed upon Variel Alki and Mikah Artemus.
✧✦Childhood✦✧
۞Spare The Rod & Spoil The Child۞
Variel and Mikah were raised spoiled from the beginning. With their father's wealth and their mother's at home job the twins had it pretty well off. Vari was Mikah's nickname for Variel and he made sure only he could use it. He got really mad if someone else tried calling her that for the longest time. When the twins turned five Veronica found out she was pregnant with a third child. Veronica gave birth to a baby girl named Vera. Most of the time once their mother started working from the house all Mikah heard was how much she had to do everything and had no help, when the reality of the situation was that all she did was lounge around and maybe tell the maid what to do on occasion. Mikah like his two sisters was just as spoiled by their father, Michael, as their mother was. His wealth paid for Mikah to take violin and piano lessons and eventually guitar lessons too. When he wanted an off road ATV at the age of ten he got one and when he wrecked it beyond repair his father paid for two more. Mikah tended to be the troublemaker out of his siblings. It wasn't easy being the only boy and technically the middle child as he was born after Variel. Mikah always felt that his sisters were given more love and attention from their father than he was and it pushed him to get attention. He was thirteen when he first got in trouble with the law after trespassing in an elderly woman's vineyard. His father got him out of trouble, naturally and wrote a sincere apology letter for his son's actions.
✧✦Teenhood✦✧
۞A Boy With A Strong Head On His Shoulders۞
What people would have believed to be the worst time in dealing with Mikah became the worst time in dealing with Variel. Mikah was a top student at the all boys school that he attended while Variel was turned dark doing drugs and drinking and well Michael wasn't too happy with her when he came home from dinner with Veronica and found her in the kitchen half naked playing strip poker with a load of guys. Vera was upstairs asleep and Mikah was actually out with his friends drinking, but he was a bit more sophisticated than his sisters having the decency to stay away from home when doing something he shouldn't be doing. Once Variel turned 18 Michael sent her off to a friend of the families. Mikah was attending Royal Holloway, University of London studying Latin and gaining a teaching degree. Mikah always wrote to Variel for the longest time, but slowly letters came fewer and fewer.
Once he turned nineteen he also lost touch with Vera and his parents.
He joined a secret society formed within the university and came to learn about Witches. The society called themselves The Royal Purity Hunters League (aka) RHS, Royal Hunters Society. They had knowledge abotu Witches that some Witches didn't even have. They never shared their information with other Hunter societies and they kept their jobs with strict rules to follow. The first rule of the RPHL was to avoid contact with all family members and destroy any connections to friends and family to the point of not existing. Even if Variel, Vera, or his parents did try to contact him he was sworn to never reply, never answer, and eventually fake his own death. Another rule was to kill any friends or family who were discovered to be Witches by your own hand to prove your loyalty to the RPHL. Mikah was taught about how most Witches have Familiars and how others can be cursed by Witches to become Sleepwalkers. He was to kill himself if he ever became cursed as a Sleepwalker, what the RPHL didn't anticipate was becoming cursed and not being able to kill oneself.
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Part I
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▐ ❝Was it my charming smile or my mere presence that drew you to me? Either way it was your most fatal mistake.❞
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞BASICS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє☾ Mikah
☽Mι∂∂ℓє Ɲαмє☾ Artemus
☽Lαѕт Ɲαмє☾ Ashling
[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ] Artemus to everyone...Mikah only to his sister.
[Nᴀᴍᴇ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢs] (view spoiler)
☽Agє☾ 25
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ]April 19th
[Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ]London, England, United Kingdom
[Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ]6:23 pm
☽Ƶσ∂ιαc Sумвσℓ☾ ♈/Aries
☽Ƭнє Ɛχιѕтєηcє σƒ Ɯιтcнєѕ☾ [Aᴡᴀʀᴇ] ☑ [Uɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ] ☐
☽Ɠєη∂єя☾ ♂
[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Bisexual (Mostly into guys)
[Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] Single ☑ OPEN
▐ ❝Each day goes by making me question my own actions and thoughts, but you'll never know it when it happens.❞
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞WITCH DETAILS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽Ƈυяѕєѕ & Sρєℓℓѕ☾ Curse of Asmodeus
(view spoiler)
▐ ❝I used to be a handsome man, now when I look in the mirror I only see a monster.❞
☽Ƙησωη Ɯιтcнєѕ☾ With plenty of research and interrogation Artemus has come to learn of almost every Witch and Familiar in Grievance Ridge. It is only the fact that he doesn't know Variel, his sister is connected to them.
☽Ɯєαρσηѕ☾ Artemus refuses to use guns. He sticks to old traditions using only blades.
*Tonfa Sword (view spoiler)
*One Handed Nordic Blader Long Sword (view spoiler)
*Kahajiit Saber (view spoiler)
▐ ❝Stick your hand close to a snake and watch it strike.❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PHYSICAL FEATURES۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
☽Aρρєαяαηcє☾(view spoiler)
[Fᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ] Kacey Carrig
[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ] Artemus is a very athletic sort of guy. He is built strong with piercing cold eyes and light wavy hair that he keeps styled or grows out to be curly. He may be British, but at first glance he looks like the traditional All-American guy. He has a charm not only in his voice, but his very presence. People notice him except when he doesn't want to be noticed he seems to vanish from any notice at all. He isn't the most tan guy, but he certainly isn't pale. He has a very muscular build completely sculpted to show that he doesn't play around when it comes to working out. He is hardcore in everything he does and it shows in his appearance. Even being laid-back for him is done hard core.
[Hᴀɪʀ] Light Brown
[Eʏᴇs] Blue
[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 177lb.
[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 6'2"
[Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ]Strong Athletic Build
[Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ] O-
[Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs; Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs; Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs; ᴇᴛᴄ...]He has a necklace of an iron ring that was his father's wedding band.
His hunter Tattoo on his left shoulder:
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Ash helped kill a few of the guards, but they were outside of the door and he couldn't help but listen to what Salem had been reciting. The hunter who seemed to be the leader wasn't in the room. It was someone else who triggered the electricity. He looked aorund for moment frowning, "Um, who is the kid?" He asked cautiously as he kept looking aorund. It was too easy. How was it so easy? Salem was bobbing hsi head like a drunk and trying to lean on everyone..."What happened to my friends? We were having so much fun." No matter the pain he went through the St. john's Root held it's effects. Salem's leg was still bleeding and it seemed like more blood was pouring out once they moved him. Ash took charge and grabbed Salem from the ladies. "I will take him. We need to get out of here as quickly as possible...something isn't right." He said plainly. He held Salem in his arms like a man holding his bride as he walked out and looked both ways before racing toward the elevator once more. He got ina nd waited for the rest to get in too then once back inthe tavern basement he raced out toward the vehicles otuside. He put Salem down in the back seat. "He needs to get to a hospital. I'll keep the details quiet, but he needs help. Unless one of you Witches have healing powers you will need a full Coven to heal a wound like this. If iron is bad for Witches then this is bad." He explained plainly as he jumped into the driver seat.
Ash was quick to rush in. He had no weapons and no powers. He was defenseless to the naked eye, but like Viktor he was trained in killing for money. He had a talent for it. Never one of his best qualities that he was proud to admit. He picked up a beer bottle and busted it on a guys head who quickly came to before hitting teh ground hard. "Which way? This place isn't that big. It is on the corner of the street. A top floor and a basement probably." Witches never entered the Iron Horse and once in their pwoers would be useless the walls were lined with iron. Everything metal was iron in this place form the tables joints to the hinges on the door. It made all witch abilities useless. This place was designed against Witches meaningfully and that was never a good thing. Ash moved to the back door and without his iron charm of protection spelled by his mother the iron would burn him jsut like any other Witch. He pushed the back door open, but it led to a small staircase going into the basement. He raced down and saw a few boxes and crates. Nothing unusual. If there was one thing that Ash ahd learned about the world in all his years it was that nothhing was ever as it seemed. He mvoed tot eh only clsoet inthe basement and it appeared as a regular closet. Then he felt the walls which were smooth like glass not rough stone which was what they appeared to be. "I believe I may have found it." He said plainly. "Come on there is jsut enough room for the four of us." He said stepping in and waiting for the women.Salem was fighting the St. John's Wort and it wasn't easy. "Tell us who are the leaders in the Nest!" "My brother made a deal with the devil. He is High Priest...So much blood...He caused so many deaths and blamed them on you and Wraiths." Salem was given a jolt of electricity he screamed in pain. Then once it lifted he laughed...."Our Seer can't be found. She got away...She is friends with anyone who is lost in their journey." Another bolt of electricity. His veins tightened with his muscles as he gritted hsi teeth..."We are all going to die. Everyone of us. When they come I won't make it. I escaped death once but he is coming for me again." The man who was electricuting him then spoke, "Sir, I think he is speaking in riddles. Perhaps he is telling us everything, but we can't figure out how he is telling us. It makes a witch speak the truth it doesn't mean they can't twist the truth so we don't understandi t. This is the first time we have used this stuff. It was discovered in the French division to work and they seemed to have rather good effects. Maybe we try getting mroe direct answers?" The sound of someone hitting the guy could be heard as he fell to the floor with a thud. "I'll do it myself...raising the voltage to 300 watts." Salem was shocked again and now his clothes were smoldering. "Tell me who exactly is your brother?" Salem smiled, "The lover of a Familiar. The name of our father of the strong and brave. One who tames and subdues. High Priest of the grieving cliffs. Eternal leader!" The hunter was starting to figure it out. It was a riddle of sorts. "Good now who is the vision writer?" Salem laughed again before coughing up blood, "The dark one...Desired Lotus of integrity and perfection." The hunter laughed..."Excellent...Now tell me who is to lead the Coven next?" Salem was usnure how he knew deep down, but he did. It was odd. He had no real contorl over any of it. "Brave, strong man. Beautiful by Grace. John in old tongue. Happiness is Jacob's eighth son...promised a life of abundance by God above. Red! Keeper of the Forest!" Instead of stopping himself he started screaming it out. "Son of the High Power of the first New World Coven! Keeper of the Forest! Happiness is Jacob's eighth son promised a life of abundance! Reigning with power over the Earth and plants the Air, body, mind, and soul! Ages have come so long from here. It is born in our memories! It is set in stone long before our creation! Our leader will rise bound by iron chains of great power!!! Hecate's spell binds him with Immortals Breath! Be warned of his power unleashed! He will seek out the enemies he has long sought. None shall live should he follow darkness only light can prevail in hsi presence should he lead us down the path of sanctum. Not even the deals of Lucifer can bind us! He is a retribution against our wrong doers. Mortals and Witches shall come from a far to acknowledge his greatness and he will lead all beings of magic and light into a new dawn! My brother who plays my father shall be his only true enemy and in the end a great battle will come forth and destroy before it can rise life form the ashes once more!" Salem then passed out. It was buried deep int he subconscious mind of every Witch. His memories simply came forth mroe strongly under such an herbs influence with or without hsi pwoers it had awoken something deep inide himthat few Witches ahve ever been abel to tap innto. It was the voices of the ancestors before mortals and Witches were divided. Salem was lost in his own mind now. Searching the past and future of his own memories. He was discovering hismelf and everyone else. Whatever memories were coming to surface they were not simply his own but all memories. This room must have only had iron on one wlal and inthe straps around Salem, but nearing so close to hsi own Ascension his pwoers began to dig into him isntead of bursting forth.
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ok sure you post first
Salem was too far underground to hear gunfire or even know he was going to be rescued. He felt helpless now. "Go on Witch tell us who is the Queen of the nest? Who leads you?! We want to know every Witch in Grievance county and we will break each individual bone in your body to get those names." Salem spit again only to be met with a hardcore pressure wash. "You know what is in that water, boy? St. John's Wort. You will be speaking the truth soon enough. Might as well tell us now willingly before it kicks in." Salem simply began laughing being with a high metabolism his body took to it quickly. "I won't tell if you don't." he said jokingly clearly having a heavy dosage seep into hsi pores.
Ash stood getting off of the bike. He was shocked to see how much Reyna could do to so many using her abilities. The hunters were taking point on the roof top with guns aimed and crossbows. It didn't take Ash too long to catch on. He grabbed a knife from one of the down hunters and threw it hard hitting a hunter on top hard in the armpit as he fell with a scream. He picked up another knife off of another as a bullet was shot at him. His pwoers may have been suppressed, but that didn't stop some Witch attributes form spiking on occasions. The knife was thrown and sliced the bullet in half hitting two hunters who were rounding the vehicle. "Feels good to be back in the game." He smirked as an arrow was shot at him and he managed to spin low catching it and tossing it back with such force it would seem he had a cross bow of his own as it hit the man in the neck. the last one fell shooting his comrade. While Reyna dealt with the ground units he mvoed to the iron net and jerked it off of Kali. "Are you alright?" He asked examining the dog, "Is your dog hurt?" He hated seeing animals in pain, but the German Shepard didn't appear to be moving. He took in his surroundings seeing they were at some Tavern. "Is this all who they caught?" He asked curiously having heard plenty baout the Witch Hunters as the Wraith Mafia dealt with a few of them even making deals with them.
Damien nodded, "Sounds great..." He said, but for some reaosn that was all he was able to get out. Something was off. the lights seemed ot make the room blur. The whole palce was spinning. Something was wrong..."Finish your drinks..." He said with a rather giddy smile. He didn't know it, but the other waitress was a hunter and she had spiked Damien's drinks with a mixture of frozen basil leaves and crushed St. John's Wort root. Not lethal, but certainly a weakener for Witches. Damien saw everything turning blurry then his hearing became muffled. how oculd he have gotten so intoxicated so quickly. "Come on...finish your drinks." he said trying to keep his head up as he let a small alugh escape his lips.
yes
Sounds good KT
I would seek revenge but that's just me. I normally tell people to not do as I do...haha..get better soon.
The Hunters closed in for the kill the girls were surrounded and one Sleepwalker and a Witch wouldn't be able to challenge all of them at one time. Max would need to be in human form to take on this many. There were at least twenty and all were focused on killing. When the front line approached the ones formthe side jumped forward and the ones behind tossed a net over the witch made with iron then they tossed smoke bombs which held mistletoe fumes to paralyze the Sleepwalker. "Alright boys now we got them. Give it a few minutes and that shifter won't be bale to budge. Go ahead and gather the injured and dead. Let's get this lot back to headquarters." A Hunter called out as the men took the net with both Kali and Max hauling them into the back of the SUV. End scene
Kali, Max, and Salem have been moved to the headquarters of the Hunter at the Iron Horse Station Tavern.
Damien smirked as she kissed his jawline. He gripped ehr inner thigh abit tighter, but not to inflict pain so much as arousal. He was getting hsi way perfectly fine. "I would fuck you anywhere with or without an audience. I would want to show every bit of you off while I'm getting you off." He teased stillwhispering as the waitress came backw ith twelve shots and the four glasses. "On the house, Mr. Devereux. Hope you enjoy." The girl sounded abit off and it wasn't the same waitress this time. He pulled back from Vari for a momennt before raising the mojito to his nostrils. he sniffed it then dipped his pinky in and sucked on it. He surgged it off tossing the straw and downing the drink then the next then making hsi way to teh shots and downing his six. "Your turn, baby...Then we will see about getting out of here."
@ KT, Yeah I tried googling them it doesn't work. best thing to do is be creative as possible took me forever just to make unique ones for my charries. Have to be creative yet somewhat believable to the rp cannon. It is really hard. Apart from forcing someone to become a vampire, animal, or sex demon I get stuck. Some ideas:
The Gargoyle Curse - turn someone into stone during the day and take shape of a human or gargoyle monster by night.
Werewolf Curse - self explanatory
Medusa's Curse - Anyone you look into the eyes of turns to stone or touch.
Midas Touch - turn things to gold by touch
Love's Pain - To always fall in love and the person either never love you back or die once they do.
Emotions Choke - The inability to feel emotions
just some thoughts...
no big how did it go?
The car parked outside of the tavern. Salem was jerked out by his shirt and shoved inside. More hunters sitting down to drinks cheered. That's the fifth one this week. Way to Bastien! Maybe this one will get us some answers." A few cheered while a fem more were rushed out and the closed sign was put on the door. Salem struggled, but he had lost a lot of blood just on the ride. "Get that filth out of here! It's blood is all over the place now!" Someone shouted behind him. After that everything became a blur. they walked down itno the basement where a closet door was opened and was shoved in with three other guys. Great was he going to get gang raped or something? Then a jolt mad ehim relaize it was an elevator. An Elevator going down further into the ground. The walls began to turn from concrete to glass as what appeared to be a big laboratory or factory of sorts was revealed. Salem was shoved out of the elevator and dragged down the hall where he was placed in a room that had dried blood ont he walls. He was strapped down to a medical bed and a bright light was put in hsi eyes. The straps had iron string lining inside of them. His pwoers were useless and what bit touch hsi skin felt like fire. "Now, we are going to let you live if you give us the answers that we want. I expect you to do as we say or everyone you know will die." The face couldn't be seen past the bright light in his face, but the voice was very dark and deep. "Go ahead kill who you want. I know you will lose more than what we will. It took an army jsut to get two of us!" He spit in the direction of the voice ebfore he felt blackness in hsi eyes. He had to force hismelf to stay conscious.
The guy who pulled the car up knew better than to take aim at Kali. Instead eh aimed at Salem as he ran. Luckily a misfire didn't hit anything major, but Salem collapsed only ten feet formthe vehicle with a scream of pain. His left leg got hit and the bullet most likely shattered his shin bone. The large black man jerked him off of the street and moved back toward the vehicle. Kill the shifter and get me that Vision Writer!" He called out orders and everyone near Max started shooting at her while the rest moved in on Kali. "No where to run, girly." One said with a cruel laugh. Salem was shoved into the vehicle again and the black man got in the passenger seat while the driver hopped back in and floored it. Salem wailed in pain with no chance of escape. As they drove off another set of vehicles pulled up with reinforcements. Six men came out of an SUV and were quick to tackle Kali. "Bind her and get her to the base!" One shouted as iron chains were jerked out formthe back they were goign to bind her completely.
Ash slung a leg over quick to jump on the back holding onto her waist with no sexual connection. He let her start it up as they took off down the road. He didn't bother with a helmet figuring the police were quiet in this town already. Damien nodded, "She will have the same." He said as the waitress walked off writing the order down. Damien nuzzled his nose to her neck rubbing it side to side gently before sucking on her earlobe. He slid his hand between her thighs gently adding pressure. "This morning was real fun, when can we do soemthing like that again?" He whispered into her ear as his lips brushed agianst her.
