Post by Lifon on Feb 8, 2009 16:59:45 GMT -5
((This is an open RP n' all. Sorry if it's terrible... if so just let me know and we can just destroy it n' stuff. Never RP'd here before, so I wouldn't know. I'm just gonna go with the typical style for the boards I've been to before. Anyways, I'm doing my best to leave things unrelated to the actual story while keeping the same world, just 'cause some characters may die in the comic and then there'd have to be some hot-steppin'. Most important rule, have fun!))
Two years. That's how long it had been since the bill was passed. That's how long it had been since the war had begun.
The hunters used to be naught but a few small groups, spread in a few towns. They were a nuisance to demonkind, true, but if you were smart you were generally able to avoid them. Several demons died by their hands, but it wasn't enough to bring Samrick to action. Demons used to be able to stay comfortably hidden from the hunters, used to have havens that hunters couldn't even find. That time had ended the moment the Demon Eradication Act had been passed by Congress.
The hunters had finally obtained enough information, enough proof, to move the government to action. Now, the military had been mobilized with a dark mission of demon genocide. At first, the demons had been caught off-guard. They were unprepared for a full-force conflict with humanity, they had not been expecting it in the least. This led to the mass murder of several demons. But not just demons, any mythical creature that wasn't human. To the humans, there was no difference. Anything that wasn't human was foreign to them, something they didn't want to accept the existence of. So they destroyed it.
King Samrick had finally decided the humans had overstepped their bounds. Humans were supposed to be prey, now they were trying to tip the scale and become the predators. He sent demonic hordes to meet the humans in combat, trying to scare them back into submission. He was surprised though when rather than cower, the humans stepped up to the challenge. The magic cast by the demons was met by the superior weaponry and technology the humans favored. The humans had done their research on demonology as well, and were exploiting the weaknesses of their enemy. Samrick knew he couldn't destroy all humans, as many demons preyed on them. For vampires, drinking the blood of humans was necessary for life. But the great civilizations the humans built and the governments they had set up... those were unnecessary. Samrick decided if the humans wouldn't back down, then he and his allies would have to reduce humans to naught but animals. The latest vampire king, Lord Vanquestior II, was also part of this plan.
And so a war like none other before it had begun. Many individuals, though, didn't want to fight. They just wanted to survive.
---
Taron Rizoryu crouched against the wall, holding his breath. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, a cold chill ran through his veins. The brown-haired, brown-eyed alp was invisible to the naked eye. He didn't appear very old, nay, he seemed not much older than a human kid might be. In reality, though, he was around twenty. He clutched his Tarnkappe, a black top hat with one white stripe above the brim, to his chest. His knuckles were white from his deathgrip on it. Then again, he was already pale.
He heard their boots crunch on the street as they neared the alleyway he had run into. The alleyway was full of trash, with crumbled pieces of unimportant paper and plastic scattered about. A smell of fish hung rank in the air, making Taron wrinkle his nose.
One of the guards came into view, a human with a brown beard wearing a black uniform and some goggles. In his hands was some sort of gun, Taron wasn't familiar with the makes and models of such weapons. Beside him was a taller guard, wearing night-vision goggles and carrying the same type of weapon. They nearly blended in with the cold shroud of the night. Only the moon illuminated this area, streaks of reflection shined on their humans, giving them a sinister appearance. Of course, Taron dismissed this appearance as a mere coincidence when he learned the competence of the guards.
"He went this way I tell you, keep an eye out," said the taller one, scanning the alleyway for any kind of disturbance that would pinpoint Taron's location.
"You should really try these, I bet they'd work better," said the bearded guard smugly, pointing to his goggles with one finger. "They're heat-vision. Invisible or not, I'll be able to see the little punk!"
"...Alps are undead." the other said, giving his companion a strange look.
"Yeah, so?" The short one really wasn't that bright.
"...So they have no body heat, idiot," The taller one sighed as they moved forward into the alley.
Taron pondered his options. He could try transforming into a smaller form, but he would have to break his invisibility for a moment to due so. He wasn't so good with concentrating on two of his powers at once. If they found him, he could try flying past them as mist, or perhaps simply mauling them. No, that wouldn't be any good, they would shoot him on sight if he tried to fly away now, and if he killed them he would get a bounty on his head, only increasing his problem for later. The more infamous demons were actually hunted out, whereas Taron had just been unlucky running into these two.
He stayed as silent as the grave as the two slowly paced up and down the alley, nudging objects with their weapons and turning things over with their hands. Taron had to catch himself from jumping out of his skin when one of them shoved a pile of garbage right beside him.
A few moments later, they were satisfied he had been "scared off." The two humans left, leaving Taron to himself. He stood, placing his Tarnkappe on his head.
"Man, sometimes I really -hate- humans..." he muttered to himself. He still had time left before the sun rose, though. Maybe if he was careful, he could pull off an alpdrucke?
Two years. That's how long it had been since the bill was passed. That's how long it had been since the war had begun.
The hunters used to be naught but a few small groups, spread in a few towns. They were a nuisance to demonkind, true, but if you were smart you were generally able to avoid them. Several demons died by their hands, but it wasn't enough to bring Samrick to action. Demons used to be able to stay comfortably hidden from the hunters, used to have havens that hunters couldn't even find. That time had ended the moment the Demon Eradication Act had been passed by Congress.
The hunters had finally obtained enough information, enough proof, to move the government to action. Now, the military had been mobilized with a dark mission of demon genocide. At first, the demons had been caught off-guard. They were unprepared for a full-force conflict with humanity, they had not been expecting it in the least. This led to the mass murder of several demons. But not just demons, any mythical creature that wasn't human. To the humans, there was no difference. Anything that wasn't human was foreign to them, something they didn't want to accept the existence of. So they destroyed it.
King Samrick had finally decided the humans had overstepped their bounds. Humans were supposed to be prey, now they were trying to tip the scale and become the predators. He sent demonic hordes to meet the humans in combat, trying to scare them back into submission. He was surprised though when rather than cower, the humans stepped up to the challenge. The magic cast by the demons was met by the superior weaponry and technology the humans favored. The humans had done their research on demonology as well, and were exploiting the weaknesses of their enemy. Samrick knew he couldn't destroy all humans, as many demons preyed on them. For vampires, drinking the blood of humans was necessary for life. But the great civilizations the humans built and the governments they had set up... those were unnecessary. Samrick decided if the humans wouldn't back down, then he and his allies would have to reduce humans to naught but animals. The latest vampire king, Lord Vanquestior II, was also part of this plan.
And so a war like none other before it had begun. Many individuals, though, didn't want to fight. They just wanted to survive.
---
Taron Rizoryu crouched against the wall, holding his breath. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, a cold chill ran through his veins. The brown-haired, brown-eyed alp was invisible to the naked eye. He didn't appear very old, nay, he seemed not much older than a human kid might be. In reality, though, he was around twenty. He clutched his Tarnkappe, a black top hat with one white stripe above the brim, to his chest. His knuckles were white from his deathgrip on it. Then again, he was already pale.
He heard their boots crunch on the street as they neared the alleyway he had run into. The alleyway was full of trash, with crumbled pieces of unimportant paper and plastic scattered about. A smell of fish hung rank in the air, making Taron wrinkle his nose.
One of the guards came into view, a human with a brown beard wearing a black uniform and some goggles. In his hands was some sort of gun, Taron wasn't familiar with the makes and models of such weapons. Beside him was a taller guard, wearing night-vision goggles and carrying the same type of weapon. They nearly blended in with the cold shroud of the night. Only the moon illuminated this area, streaks of reflection shined on their humans, giving them a sinister appearance. Of course, Taron dismissed this appearance as a mere coincidence when he learned the competence of the guards.
"He went this way I tell you, keep an eye out," said the taller one, scanning the alleyway for any kind of disturbance that would pinpoint Taron's location.
"You should really try these, I bet they'd work better," said the bearded guard smugly, pointing to his goggles with one finger. "They're heat-vision. Invisible or not, I'll be able to see the little punk!"
"...Alps are undead." the other said, giving his companion a strange look.
"Yeah, so?" The short one really wasn't that bright.
"...So they have no body heat, idiot," The taller one sighed as they moved forward into the alley.
Taron pondered his options. He could try transforming into a smaller form, but he would have to break his invisibility for a moment to due so. He wasn't so good with concentrating on two of his powers at once. If they found him, he could try flying past them as mist, or perhaps simply mauling them. No, that wouldn't be any good, they would shoot him on sight if he tried to fly away now, and if he killed them he would get a bounty on his head, only increasing his problem for later. The more infamous demons were actually hunted out, whereas Taron had just been unlucky running into these two.
He stayed as silent as the grave as the two slowly paced up and down the alley, nudging objects with their weapons and turning things over with their hands. Taron had to catch himself from jumping out of his skin when one of them shoved a pile of garbage right beside him.
A few moments later, they were satisfied he had been "scared off." The two humans left, leaving Taron to himself. He stood, placing his Tarnkappe on his head.
"Man, sometimes I really -hate- humans..." he muttered to himself. He still had time left before the sun rose, though. Maybe if he was careful, he could pull off an alpdrucke?