A Midnight Breed Rp

Current times; vampires are at war with one another.
- The Breed: vampire warriors fighting to protect humans, as well as their secret.
- The Rogues: vampires who have given into their true nature (the Bloodlust).
- The Minions: humans who work for Rogues during the day.
- The Breedmates: humans of vampire decent. They have no fangs, don't need blood, but they have subtle abilities. (Might be a bit stronger, have better eyesight, better sense of smell, that sort of thing.)
- The Gen Ones: the first generation of vampires born on Earth, more likely to turn Rogue.

The "Good":
Breed
Gen Ones

The "Bad":
Rogues
Minions

The "In-The-Middle-'Till-They-Choose-A-Side" ones:
Breedmates

Notes::
-All vampires are male
-All Breedmates are females, all Breedmates have a birthmark of a eardrop somewhere on their body
-Breedmates and vampires, under a crescent moon, can produce offspring if both are fertile [normal humans cannot produce vampire offspring]
-The way vampires and breedmates fall in love is like this:
when they see each other, they feel as if they belong together. Immediate lust, immediate possessiveness.
-To become ones mate, the vampire must drink first, then offer his blood, normally cutting his bottom lip and kissing his chosen mate. (All mates are Breedmates, not normal humans)

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A girl with an ordinary life, ordinary friends. She drinks with her friends every Tuesday, Thursday, and on the weekends. Though, she is more to herself. More introverted. She hates being the center of attention, just likes to observe.
She doesn't know it, but she's a Breedmate. Her mother was a Minion and had killed herself at the order of her Master, a Rogue. The Rogue didn't know about the baby girl. If he did, he would have killed her immediately.

But he didn't get a chance to see the baby, because a Breed Warrior had stood in his way, interrupting the Rogue's dinner. The mother had gotten away, later hunted down by the Rogue (he'd escaped from the Breed Warrior).

Back to the present:
The girl witnesses a Rogue killing a man from the bar she'd left, by herself. Frantic, she quickly snapped a shot of the Rogue with her camera phone and ran off towards the police station.

Cursing, the Breed Warrior (who was hunting the Rogue, waiting for a distraction), not knowing this was the baby he had saved years ago, ran after the Rogue for the kill. Well, he'd wanted a distraction, but the human girl had taken pictured proof of their existence.

But when the girl gets to the police station, the pictures are blurry. No one is able to see what she'd taken a picture of. They claim her to be drunk and send her home.

A few days later, the Breed Warrior had followed her scent to her house, where she lived alone. He introduced himself as a detective in her case.

Now, the Breed Warrior has had a whiff of the woman's scent. So delicious, so sweet. She was beyond beautiful, and her voice was that of angels. He does immediately lust for the girl, feel that she is his and he belongs to her. But she is just an ordinary human, right? He sees no mark of a Breedmate. Then again, it could be under her clothes... His lust lessens none as he thinks of this; it's been only a second since he's first met her eyes.

But he is a Breed Warrior. There is no room for love in his life. He refuses to take it, to give it (though he wouldn't mind satisfying his lust and thirst).

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Character Skeleton::
Name
Age
Bio*
Personality*
Appearance

* can be introduced in rp

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( I'll join but I gotta go to band. I'll be back in an hour 30 mins or so. )

[Awww.... But yaaaay! It's a complicated emotion. XD]

Name: Dameon
Age: 2,124 ( looks like he's 19-20s)
Looks:

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Iris smiled, walking down the street to their favorite bar with her best friends; their arms linked. She loved listening to them gossip, and would always laugh when they did, and offer advice if things were going wrong. But tonight was a celebration; they had all recently gotten bonuses on their paychecks, and they had the perfect way to celebrate: a girl's night out on the town.

Dameon was ontop of a roof top bouncing on his heels like a 5 year old while looking through bonoculers. " C'mon rougey, rougey." he said with a cigarette in his mouth.

Iris laughed with her friends as they walked into the bar and sat down, ordering margaritas.

" We're is ye bloomin ugly doormat self at" He muttered flicking his cigarette ashes over the building and placed the cigarette back in his mouth watching alert at all times.

Iris, feeling like she was being watched as she drank her margarita, made up an excuse to go home early and left, despite her friends begging her to stay and celebrate.

" Hmm.." He looked down with his bonculers. " Oi is she a lovely sight." he said flicking his cherry cigarette away.

Iris froze, hearing an awful, unfamiliar noise. It sounded wet and hungry, almost as if someone was slurping something. She turned towards the sound, her cell phone out, ready to call 911.

" OI OI OI!!" Dameon said hopping up and down as he got his gun out and shot 3 rounds at the shadow. " Ohhh no ye don't you leech" he jumped down from the building and kicked the rouge into the ally away from the girl.

Iris jumped at the voice. Hearing gunfire, she dialed the number, running away from it, praying whoever it was didn't come after her.

Thank god she was the running type of girl, He thought as he tackled the rouge to the ground punching and fighting him.

Iris explained what she had heard as she ran to the police station, panting once she was inside. The police didn't understand the wet sound part, but they sent someone out to check, just in case.

He heard cars come and he listened in on the FM radio of those cars. " Fuck! Oi, Bloomin Bobbies!" he cursed as he slammed the rouge into the wall and the rouge bit his arm. " OH SHIT" he grunted as the rouge got away. " he pounted his fist into the bricks making them shift. " Well at least I have a lead. This girl seems to be his target and if he's a tracker he'll keep at her till he has her. And where she is... he is and I'll get that rum in a pint and have myself a happy time with my reward money in Jamaca." he said as he clicked his heels and jets fired him off into the sky.

Iris was told they found some blood, but no body, and that she should go home and relax for a while. She sighed and got up, walking to her house. She got home and locked her doors, turning on the hot water to take a long, relaxing bath. She got some wine out of her fridge and poured herself a glass, taking a sip and setting the glass and bottle by the tub. She grabbed a towel and undressed; once the tub was full, she stepped into it and sank into the hot water, laying her head against the wall.

He came to the girl's window. He pulled out his little pocket switcher and clicked it. A little laser came out and he pointed at the lock of the window and unlatched it. He gently lifted the window and shut it and locked it again. He put some gloveds on a nd sprinkled salt on the windows and sprayed her curtains with undectectable garlic spray, covering his mouth of course. He could withstand the smell but only for so long. he moved away from the windows to work on her doors.

Iris put her ears under the water, closing her eyes and relaxing. She had soft music playing on her stereo in the other room, so she could hear it all through the upstairs.

e finished the doors and hid under her bed.

Once she was relaxed and nice and warm, she got her glass of wine and started drinking slowly, relaxing further. She drank until her mind was fuzzy and got out, wrapping a towel around herself. She drained the tub and put the wine away, then thought better of it and kept it out on the counter, going to her room to get dressed in something comfortable.

"nngh" he covered his eyes sighing.

She closed the curtains of her window and dropped the towel down on the floor, going to her underwear drawer and putting her undies and bra on before getting a pair of sweatpants and a tight-fitting-but-comfortable shirt, then going back to the kitchen to steal another drink of wine before going to brush her hair, letting it drape across her shoulders.

He sighed grabbing a pillow from off her bed and laid back under and put his head into the pillow. Stake out/

Iris blinked as there was a knock on her door. Putting the wine bottle back don on the counter in the kitchen, she went to open the door. "Hell-AUGH," a hand hand had gotten through the crack in the door and closed around her throat.