For All the Wrong Reasons (a dark humor fantasy, accepting)

[Ninya]

[[Well the modern world is quite the place to be a predator. The old ways of feasting and instilling terror in humans are not so effective when there are so few dark forests to go lurk in afterwards. The new catchphrase for the successful maneater? Subtlety. And environmentally friendly diet choices.

An old pro at this self-restrained lifestyle is Achen, a veteran of the Crusades and a highly territorial vampire who currently reigns over Bidenston, a town in the middle of nowhere, U.S.A. Though for decades he has kept all interlopers from getting anywhere near his home, a strange threat to human civilization has lead him to, very reluctantly, let it be known that the town is now open to other supernatural creatures who might eventually help him save humanity. Because people are delicious, and the possibility of them going extinct is simply unthinkable.

The quiet town of Bidenston whose only claim to fame was unusually high anemia rates will soon unwittingly host the first large-scale monster convention since Star Trek lost its popularity among the Mole-People.

Your host's rules for entering Bidenston are these:
1. Declare yourself upon entry
2. Report to Achen for rations from his stockpile of various meats and blood. YOU MAY NEVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, HUNT WITHIN THE CITY LIMITS.
3. Integrate into human life or ensure that you are never seen.
4. Seriously, NO HUNTING.
5. Do not propagate your species, even if that goth girl at the supermarket would make an awesome werewolf.
6. Do not create panic

These rules will be strictly enforced... by a highly distracted and old as dirt vampire who thinks he's omniscient but really isn't. And where would the fun be if Achen got his way all the time?

You can bring any sort of creature into this story, though a dragon with no ability to conceal itself will probably be run out of town very quickly. Humans could also join in the fray, and a human character could be a native of Bidenston. Whether your character(s) oppose Achen, help him or just come for free food is up to you. A character form is not necessary, but recommended if you don't want to embed some basic character development in your first few posts.

Location reference(s): A rundown hotel in town

My Characters:
Achen
Sammy
Moira ]]

[Ninya]

Achen watched the sunset through the heavily shaded visor of a motorcycle helmet. He was impatient to take the thing off and get an actual smell of the town before any visitors got close. He'd left the hospital's lab early so that he could keep watch, instead of just waiting for darkness and a pleasant ride home. However, having a motorcyle justified wearing a properly sun-proof outfit while outdoors, for occasions just like these. After all, it had been three days since he'd started spreading the word that food was free for all who had basic manners and some common sense. Hopefully some marginally cooperative allies would come out of this hassle.

A scruffy gray dog wandered down Main Street, taking in the uninteresting sights and looking for someone who might be persuaded to give her a hamburger. Or some pizza! Yeah. Pizza's good. Hard to digest in dog form, but Sammy was confident that she could find a place to shift to human without being noticed. Especially by that prudish-sounding vamp she'd heard about from some of her vulture-shifter "friends." It was probably that weirdo standing on the corner peering at everyone as if they were about to sprout an extra head. She'd probably have to introduce herself to him sooner or later, but for the time being Sammy's only interest lay in good food and hopefully meeting a cute wolf.

[Kiinotasha]

(( OOO this sounds so fun! Sorry these are really LONG but its how I make characters ))

Character: At A Glance
Name: His true name is kept secret, because with a dragons true name the spoke the name has control over the dragon.
Meaning: Ever-living Dragon Fire
Nicks: Ambrose
Title: Lord Ambrose
Race: Dragon
Gender: male
Human Age: 29
Dragon Age: 415

Character: Human Visual
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 195 lbs.
Unique Features: Ambrose has a long face, and narrow shoulders. His eyes are a pure blue in color and reflect a look of wisdom.
Appearance: Ambrose stands tall, like a noble, with his head, and his back straight. He is well built and has especially strong arms. His hair is short, falling to about his jaw line and is a reddish brown in color. He has a long, thin nose and his blue eyes reflect a look of wisdom. Ambrose can also hide his wings and tail when in his human state, but he always retains his fangs.
Overall: Ambrose is very attractive on the outside, as well as the inside. His overall beauty comes from his smile and kind eyes, making him nice to look at.
Clothing Preference: He wears a black sweater that reaches down to his wrists, and black pants. A white sash is tied around his waist; his swords tucked into it. His over coat has no sleeves and is all red with gold trimming. He wears a red bandana tied around his forehead with the two end pieces running just below his shoulders. His clothes are semi tight on him, though not enough to restrict his movement. (This is a traditional clothing for him, but he will wear more normal/modern clothing when he gets settled in)

Character: Dragon Visual
Height: 31 ft. from nose to base of tail, his tail is 13 feet, and he measures 37 ft. high from foot to the top of his head.
Weight: 14 tons
Unique Features: When Ambrose is in his dragonic form he has two small horns on his jaw and chin. His under belly and neck are covered with hard scales that continue to the end of his tail.
Appearance: He has two large horns at the top of his ‘headdress’. Three horns are below each of the two larger horns, outlining the ‘headdress’. His teeth, only visible when his mouth is open or he is giving a dragon grin, are those of a meat eaters, sharpened to a point. He has two fangs that are larger then the others, though not by much. His wing has an eight pointed star scar that is lighter then the rest of his wing, and stars from the middle, one point running to just before his body before ending.

Character: Inner Basic
Personality: Ambrose is sweet, despite his fearsome looks, and his deep voice. He is very mild and it takes a lot, or a push in the right direction, to get him mad, though if anyone is rude to him he takes it as an insult and gets more annoyed with each passing moment. Though Ambrose is a hitokiri, he does not kill for pleasure. He also likes to keep things to himself, feeling that if he didn’t people will use that information against him. Ambrose has lived a long time with only a few people around him. Because of this Ambrose only talks a lot to those he knows, and tends to saw only few words to those he doesn’t.
Fear(s): Ambrose can’t stand the though of some one evil finding out his true name and using him to kill mercilessly. He also hates the thought of losing one of his heart friends.
Secret(s): His true name is unknown, except to five people. His mother, his father, himself, and his two heart friends.
Vulnerability: Ambrose has one spot on him that is not covered by scales and anyone that can get that close to him could kill him.
Good Habit: Ambrose loves to play the flute for others and often uses it to gain money for people. He also plays for those that are sick in hopes that they will get well, and if not, that their soul will carry no regrets.
Bad Habit: Since Ambrose is only used to being around a few people he hates screaming of any kind, he is also used to things going his way.
Hobbies: Ambrose loves music of any kind and even has a natural ear for hearing tunes, and also playing them back on his flute. His flute is made of a light brown wood, making it look almost white in color.
Prized Possession: The two things he will never let go of are his name and his flute.

Character: Existence
Origin: Ambrose was born in his mother and father’s cave in the northern lands.
Love Life: Ambrose has never really loved anyone, he had a crush on another, but they decided that they would be better off as friends.
Future Love: He spends too much time alone to really find any one, but he is still sure that he will find someone to love one day.
Social Life: Ambrose is not exactly a ‘social’ person, since he was a hitokiri, and then he wasn’t seen for 70 years. He is, however, a wise man, and those who seek out his knowledge he gladly gives it… for a price. Ambrose also still kills people, though these are few and far between.
Family: Ambrose has five brothers (Damian, Botolf, Aneurin, Drake, Fridolf) and seven sisters (Mononoke, Minna, Hikari, Shinjite, Tama, Nan, Naki), along with his mother (Okaasan) and father (Aldous).
Friend(s): Alard is Ambrose’s heart friend, and Damian is also one of Ambrose’s dear friend, even if he is an eagle demon.
Rivalry(s): none

Character: Combatant
Weapon(s): Claws, tail, teeth, and fire are Ambrose’s main wepons when he is in his dragonic form, however, when he is in his human form he has two swords that he uses. His swords are the twin Carmine swords, because when he fights it looks like he is dancing more then fighting, and so his swords are the “song”. Ambrose can also yell, or simply talk into his oppents minds.
Battle Skill Specialty: Ambrose is a talented swordsmen, but he would rather run the attack, unless it is nesseracry. Also, because of his huge size when he is dragonic, few choose to pick a fight with him.
Battle Skill Flaw: Ambrose’s one big flaw is that he can’t use his fire breath until he is in his full dragonic form, and in his full dragonic form he can’t use his swords. If he is involed in a fight, or it is more of a chalange then he first thought, his mind turns only to the battle with his enemy and he pays no heed to what is around him.
Element: His element is tied between three things, fire, flight, and agility.

Character: Actual Life
History:Ambrose’s brothers and sisters hatched a day eariler then he did, and because of this his father insisted that the egg was a dud. His mother, however, wouldn’t let his father throw the egg away and so saved Ambrose’s life. Though he was younger then his brothers and sisters he excelled faster then they did. He was the first to learn how to shapeshift and mind speack. At age 15 years, of dragon age, Ambrose had learned how to shape change into seprate forms. Ambrose stayed with his parents till he was 100 years, learning all that he could from them and then left to gain more knowledge. It was when Ambrose saw a war that he first started fighting. He joined the side he felt had the most just cause that he joined. He killed people they asked him to and for most of the war, stayed in the shadows. When Ambrose turned 150, five years into the war, he mastered the use of his ‘Twin Carmine’ and started using them, instead of his claws. After the war ended, Ambrose found it hard to escape the different people that looked for him to kill others. Finally after 50 years of being tracked down for his skills he returned into his cave for 15 years before going to the Dragon Isles. This is a large mountain range that make a protective circle where the four winds meet. In here dragons come to relax, mate, and lay eggs. It was here that Ambrose meet his first crush, Aneurin, and saw his heart friend, Damek, again. He stayed with them for ten years before leaving to go back to his cave in his Northern Domain. After getting some money he traviled in search of music that Damek had told him about. When he found it he found he had a natural ear for tunes, and stayed with some humans there for five years, getting on custom made for himself. He then visted Damek and played songs for him. After returning to his cave Ambrose’s peace was short lived wheen he was asked to kill a gigantic demon. Ambrose fought and killed the younger feral dragon, but not without distroying the village, and people, he was supposted to be protecting. Hating himself for what he had done, Ambrose returned to his cave and stayed deep inside it for 170 years. When he emerged he noticed the world had changed a great deal. In this new world of technology and all else, he has tried to fit in as best as he can.

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Character: At A Glance
Name: Haruki
Meaning: Spring wood
Pronunciation: HAH roo kee
Nicks: Haru
Title: none
Race: shifter (wolf)
Gender: male
Age: 28

Character: Human Visual

Height: 175 cm
Weight:
Appearance: Haruki doesn’t have features that would make him stand out from the crowd, however, the way he carries himself seems to make people able to pick him out of a crowd of people with very little problem. His hair is a red brown mix, sometimes looking more red and at other times looking more brown.
Clothing Preference: jeans and a t-shirt or sweater

Character: Werewolf Visual
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 235 lbs.
Appanance: light brown with darker patches around his shoulders, and a darker thick stripe on his tail. White 'socks' on his two front legs as well as his back right. Left back only has three of the toes white. Tail tip is white, has a white patch that starts from halfway down his back, goes all the way to the base of his tail, then comes back towards the front of his hip, dipping a bit down into both legs. Has one last white patch on the front of him that starts from his nape, has two tendrals going into his legs and almost meeting with the white socks. It also extends around to his chest in the fron, and then up onto his forehead and down his muzzle to his nose. only has a thin strip of white on his underbelly.

Character: Inner Basic
Personality:
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Bad Habit:
Hobbies:
Prized Possession:

Character: Existence
Origin: Born in Saitama, Japan and bitten in Belize when exploring some Mayan ruins
Love Life:
Future Love:
Social Life:
Family:
Friend(s):
Rivalry(s):

Character: Combatant
Weapon(s):
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Battle Skill Flaw:
Element:

Character: Actual Life
History:

[Ninya]

[[Ambrose sounds awesome! Feel free to have him and/or other char's you want to play with waltz into town whenever you're ready.]]

[Kiinotasha]

(( Thank you ^^, I'm going to post with him as I work on my other character ))

~Ambrose~

Pure blue eyes watched as the sun sank below the horizen, taking in all of the colors and shades in the sky, as well as those reflected on the buildings in the village in below him. He had hear about the call, the one that someone from this village had sent out to anyone that would listen. It offered food and shelter to anyone that would want it, but he knew that that could not be all. Nothing had been said, other then those that could mind their manners would be welcomed into the town, however, Ambrose knew that no one would send out a message just to see who would come. There was something else going on here, the question was waht was going on? He wished he had dared to land closer to his destination then he had, but there were too many chances to get caught, too many chances to be seen and that would not be wise. So he walked, pulling his outdated coat closer around him to better hide the two swords at his waist as he came closer to his destenation.
He was used to the odd looks he recieved as he walked through the town, after all his style was not exactly what was 'normal' in this day and time, but he was not going to simply give up his clothing just yet. No first he would need to find out just where he was going to go, and what else anyone knew about the man that had sent out the message.

[Ninya]

[[Cool, and BTW, feel free to add stuff to the town; it's not planned out or anything]]

As the sun finally set, Achen took out his phone to check the three cameras he'd recently set up around town. He prided himself in being up to date in all the latest technology, and after almost 900 years (200 of them spent under a rock, no less) he was still consistently about five years behind. Though the vampire had rigged a very thorough security system around his apartment and house long ago, a guide to covert surveillance systems for an entire town had been much harder to find, let alone set up by himself. The three cameras would have to do as a supplement to his normal method of stalking the town by night, though so far all they'd caught were the two delicious O- kids from Cotswold Street sneaking off on a date (which would hopefully go well; after all, O- is an uncommon blood type) and a dog raiding a dumpster.

Gradually, Sammy resigned herself to the possibility that she would get no free pizza for her first day in town. This place seemed to have hardly any night-life, and in her experience people tended to dislike meeting strays after dark. She considered returning to the alley where she'd stashed her stuff, shifting to human and just buying herself something more to eat, but kept delaying. This place just smelled too good to her dog-nose, and she couldn't figure out why. Sure, it was a pretty clean town, but that just explained why it didn't stink. As she wandered, nose to the ground, then the air, then back down again, she became convinced that it was the people. They smelled somehow vibrant, with a hint of something old and strange... wait no, she suddenly realized that the old and the strange were several separate scents. Must be some of the other guests! Now in full bloodhound mode (she was pretty sure she was at least 1/8th bloodhound) Sammy set off toward one of the older scents at the edge of town.

[Kiinotasha]

~Ambrose~

The people busied themselves moving around the town, trying to get all of their errands done before it got too late out. He should grab something to eat before it got too late, before everything in the town closed. Slipping into a shop he got himself two sandwiches, they weren’t much, but he would be able to keep them for at least until tomorrow without having to worry if they would go bad. They could be thrown away if he got caught in a fight and not b out on too much money but this way he would have something to eat without having to go look for something in the morning. Ambrose’s blue eyes scanned around the town trying to find somewhere that he could rest.
It wasn’t long before Ambrose could hear a soft clicking behind him and his ears strained as he listened to the sound. It sounded like a dog’s nail clicking on the side walk. Stopping he turned and looked back at the dog following him. He knelt down and stuck his hand out for it, there was something off about the way the dog smelled but he couldn’t put his finger on just what it was. She was a bit shabby, but didn’t look too underfed or too worse for her time on the streets.
“Hey girl,” he called softly to her, watching her carefully.

[Korra's Left Foot]

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Name; Misty Scarlet
Gender; Female
Age; Appears 20, Actually 143
Species; Psychic vampire

Crush; None
Relationship status; Single

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Personality; Misty is a smart, easy going person, and she doesn't get angree easy either. She is caring and can be open and friendly, but has the guts to call someone off. When first meeting someone Misty is usually quiet, and will let the other person start a conversation. At least, until she knows them better anyway. She is comfortable alone or with other people. Again, if she happens to be with newer people she is acquainted with, it is not uncommon for her to become flustered.

Misty doesn't have a need to eat food or drink, but she likes how the solid and liquids taste. Compared to the many flavors of chi, [life-]energy, etc., Life-energy is just as good as food though the flavors can be unpredictable. Human food doesn't serve as any nutritional value however. Misty tries to stay away from is negative energy of those that are saddened, hysterical, and/or angry, for they can possibly harm Misty if they are completely negative.

History; While human, Misty was just your average person living in the 1870s. Her education was long finished, and she was waiting for the right man to come along and marry her. However, her high hopes were soon shattered. It was just another normal day, and Misty was walking home with two other of her friends. All three had parted, because they lived in different areas. It was late afternoon, a very unexpected time for something unusual to happen. She was only a few blocks from her house where she lived with her parents and little sisters. Misty decided to take the short cut and walk through the park.

The park was deserted, but then again, people had work and things to do. As she neared one exits, Misty noticed a woman leaning against a large oak tree staring toward the pond. As Misty passed by, she felt a little tired; more so than she should have at this point of her short walk. She looked at the woman by the tree to see that she was smiling. In only a few seconds, Misty felt exhausted. Was the woman doing something to her? Before her vision faded, Misty heard the woman said something about a gift. Her grasp on consciousness slipped, and she fell to the ground.
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After waking she felt different. Over time, Misty came to realize what she had become. Years passed easily to her then as she drifted through the countryside and often times back again. How one is turned into this type of vampire is still unknown to Misty.

Other; Misty does not have to bite a human, let alone suck their blood. However, she prefers to drink blood anyway. What better way to absorb energy than through blood, right? As a psychic vampire, she thrives off of the life energy of living creatures by either psychically draining the victim of energy - leaving them mentally and in some cases physically drained - or by feeding directly. It can also be done to large crowds, though only a little bit of energy would be taken from each individual. She raring practices this form as it causes her to tire easily.

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[Ninya]

[[Welcome, Mosica! It'll be fun having another vampire in town, it will stress Achen out incredibly XD ]]

Achen put his phone away, concluding that the extra cameras had been a foolish idea and would surely prove to have been wasted effort. He got onto his motorcycle and headed for a service street to check on the refrigerated van he'd left there the day before for safe keeping. Hopefully the only ones who would notice it were the intended recipients of the various "specialty items" inside.

For all her mother had told her about being wary of those who smelled differently than they looked, as soon as Sammy saw the man she was trying to track down emerge from a store with most excellent food, her mind switched from stalking mode to begging mode. When the man turned, knelt, and held out his hand, her razor-sharp instincts mainly told her that this was a class-A sucker, certain to give her at least one, if not both of those nice sandwiches. Sammy assumed the traditional 'hungry but respectful' pose, head and ears down, with eyes staring up, tail low but wagging quickly, and a quick lick on the back of the offered hand-- woah, okay, this guy did not taste the least bit human. Slow on the uptake, some sensible fear finally kicked in, and Sammy froze in place. She'd fully intended to greet the man, but had been imagining something a bit more cautious than this. Well, she was already here. She started wagging her tail again, hoping that the first old-one she'd ever met would turn out to be as nice as he seemed. After all, he didn't smell particularly different from shifters she'd met, though she concluded that he couldn't possibly be a shifter like her, since he didn't have the scent of any animal she knew of.

[Kiinotasha]

~Ambrose~

Ambrose smiled slightly as the dog in front of him shifted into a begging pose, and licked his hand once. As she had moved forward Ambrose had taken a deep breath in and thought he had pinned what she smelled like down. She froze for a moment after she licked him before her tail started to swing lightly back and forth again. He nodded respectfully towards her, shifting slightly to get his weight more balanced.
“Well met,” he spoke to her dropping his offered hand, “I am Ambrose and as you have probably figured by now, not what I appear to be. Are you hungry? Perhaps we could strike up a deal, I am trying to find somewhere to stay but I am afraid I do not know where anything in this town is. If you would escort me I will buy you dinner, your chose of what. How does that sound?”
He waited kneeling in front of the dog for her to either accept or deny his offer. He hoped that she would not walk away, it would be good to be shown the town from someone that knew it and not just the main streets. If she was truly acting as a stray she would know the back alleys and well as any other hidden places in this town.