one x one with sparky246 and gunpowder & lead.

[jet pack blues]

This is our lovely role play.
If you are not sparky or gunpowder, heed warning - you may look but not touch.

Okay, chickadee. Post your forms and then we can get going c;

[jet pack blues]

Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Àsta (meaning 'Love')
Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Hilmarsson
Aɢᴇ:
21
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
female
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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Ásta's family comes from Iceland, and she's the first generation of American. She has a fiery will, and is trained to kill. Her whole life she's been taught to slaughter any and all vampires. Besides her blood lust, she's tough and hard to get. Don't be fooled by her outside, though. She's got a soft center buried deep down inside of her that is hard to crack open. If you're a vamp, you'd better watch out— she's a lean, mean killing machine and has a good reputation as that. Don't get her wrong though, she values life wholeheartedly and makes sure to get the job done quickly and without pain. She's stealthy, quiet, and always ready.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Ásta doesn't really have a history. From the time she could, she was taught how to kill vamps and was told that they were ruthless beasts who didn't have feelings. She shot her first bullet when she was 3, threw her first knife when she was 5, and has been training to take down and kill these 'beasts' ever since. By the time she was 11, she went on her first hunt which turned out to be a success. Her family has been pushing her hard every day since then. She's never fallen in love, let alone had a crush on a guy— her parents disapprove of it. She was always homeschooled and never actually hung out with kids her age. She's basically been confined to training and killing 24/7, and has earned the title as one of the town's best hunters
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Lɪᴋᴇs:
Hunting, combat, animals
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
Torture, climbing
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Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:
Ásta has long, white blonde hair that goes down to her lower back. It's always slightly wavy and messy, but she keeps it put up in a braid at all times unless she's sleeping or showering. Her eyes are a cold, gray color. She has elf like features from her Icelandic heritage, and is pretty petite. Her body is in tip top shape from vigorous training and she stands at about 5"1"

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Name:;
Macon Carter Declan II
Age:;
a mere two hundred years old.
Gender:;
Boy

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Personality:;
This boy has been there and done that many times. No doubt about it that he isn't exactly human, but on the bright side he keeps a positive attitude towards his beastly nature. Of course, being a vampire isn't as wonderful as it seems after a little while, but that's what you get when you roll your dice with the Devil. Despite it all, Macon has always had a sweethearted nature about him that has stuck with him since the Civil War. He tries to refrain from taking the blood of humans as often as possible, but a fairly young vampire will find it hard to control himself from time to time.
History:;
The son of a proud plantation owner, Macon Carter Declan Junior was in line for the heir of one of the biggest farms in Virgina. That is, until the war came. The war between the states, some called it. Being the proud gentleman that he was, a scared 17 year old boy turned his life in for a gray uniform. A day before the ripe age of 18, this soldier found himself wounded on a hospital bed. The damage? A bullet ingrained in his liver, another in his thigh. Things weren't looking up to the poor boy who had wanted to fight for his rights. That is, until she came. She was the most beautiful thing Macon could imagine - long, shiny wringlets of curls and a look of innocence about her. The only thing that surprised the boy was when she offered a new life to him. How could he pass this offer? He would get a chance to live and go home and see his mother and father and grow old with a wife and his children, of course! How horribly wrong was he. Turns out, this sad Virginia boy's life had only ended when she not him.
Other:;
sorry if the history/personality is sort of messy, I kinda just threw it all together.

[sparky246]

Name:
Valoria Abney
Age:
20 (at least, when she was turned. In reality, she's about 250)
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Valoria is a lady through and through. Growing up within the French aristocracy has trained her to be polite and proper no matter the circumstances. Val prides herself with picking out specific victims, courting them until they trust her completely, and then killing them as gently as possible. She does care for her human lovers, but they never last. Mankind's breakability frustrates her, and she wishes for a permanent companion. She has friends within the vampire community, but not many.
History:
Valoria grew up in the late 1700s, and was 'killed' during the French Revolution. Her return to life as a vampire was relatively quiet. she would roam the countryside, not caring about who her victims were, up until the mid 1800s, when she moved to America. She flourished in the states, and lived a life of riches. She floated through the jazz age with ease, but when the wars started, she began to wander again. By this point in time, Valoria had began her feeding habits, and ever since the 1940s, she's wandered wherever she pleases. Throughout her life as a vampire, humans that hunted her kind have found her near impossible to locate. Once they find out where she is, Val is gone. On the rare occasion when they do track her down, she is elusive and slippery.
Likes:
Men, blood, fighting (Val likes to say she's above fighting, but she always experiences a thrill when given the opportunity to fight), dancing.
Dislikes:
Vampire Hunters, people with no manners, the sun (even when she was human, it was hard on her skin)
Description:
Valoria is a slender woman with blazing red hair. The time period she lived in while human was extremely conscious about looks, and as a result, Val is very self-aware. Of course, she knows that she is considered beautiful by most men, so looks have never been much of a problem for her. She stands at about 5' 8", which is taller than some women but still shorter than most men. Alady never discusses her weight, so Val keeps that information private. Val hair is a pride point for her. It reaches just above her elbows, and has a wave to it. As a result, she can do almost anything with it. Straightened, curled, an up-do, or just leaving it as is.

[sparky246]

Name:
Luke Adderly
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Luke is a nice guy. Really, he is. You just need to get past his cocky, arrogant exterior. His family have been Vampire Hunters for generations, and for Luke. . .well, you see, he wants nothing to do with that. Sure, he knows how to fight and kill vampires, but he'd rather be partying in a club or hitting on girls.
History:
Meh, he's had a pretty normal life, with the exception of killing vampires at night
Likes:
parties, his friends, etc.
Dislikes:
vampires, slaying them, school
Description:
Look at pic. I'm lazy

[jet pack blues]

alright. It's all good in this hood.
If you wanna go ahead and make first posts, then please.
I think I'll crash for the night and post tomorrow.

[sparky246]

(Kay)

Valoria Abney
Val walked along the sidewalk, a large white hat shading her face. She endured a love-hate relationship with the orb that floated in the sky. Its warmth was a comfort she couldn't ignore, but the burns were brutal. She compromised with sunscreen and hats. Sunscreen was a wonderful invention, one Valoria would have loved in her time as a human. She stepped into the quaint little breakfast house she'd been "eating" at for the past few days. A more accurate description would be sitting at a table reading books while pretending to drink coffee.
Today Val was wearing her best sundress. It was a sky blue and came to just above her knees. very prim and proper, but with an edge of flirt. She sat down at her usual table, opened her book and began to read. Like the three days prior, the waiter asked her what she wanted to drink. Looking, up, she smiled. It was the same man. Tall, dark and handsome, just the kind of man she liked. By the smell of it, his blood would taste amazing. Leaning towards the waiter, she smiled up at him through her long lashes. He faltered in his recitation of the days special. Perfect.

Luke Adderly
A couple hours later, Luke rolled out of bed and smacked his alarm clock. He sat up groggily, and winced at light poured through his window. The morning sky was a clear blue, without any clouds in sight. He walked down the stairs and began preparing breakfast. Translation: cereal and a Sprite. Luke sat at the kitchen table and turned on the news. As he ate his cereal, Luke listened to the story of a missing waiter at the breakfast place downtown. He had arrived for work that morning, but didn't come back after his break. Authorities were still trying to figure out where the man could have gone when Luke's cell phone buzzed. He opened up the text.

hey man! wanna hang out?

Sighing, Luke texted back with a firm no. He planned on doing nothing today. Nothing but video games and eating all day.

[jet pack blues]

Macon Carter Declan II
Macon ducked his face further under his ball cap as the morning sun began to rise even further, threatening to singe his sensitive skin. Back when he was human, he loved the sun. The way it shone down on his skin when he floated on the pond in the middle of the summer. But now, it was just another stupid way of making his life more miserable. Breathing harder than before, beads of perspiration began forming on the boy's forehead, rolling down the sides of his face. He couldn't take this any longer. Brutally shoving aside a human, he made a mad dash for the nearest shop, swinging its door open to find instant relief. Macon removed his light hoodie and hat, glancing around the area in which he'd entered. By the smell of it, Macon diagnosed it as a coffee shop. He strode up to the front counter, getting in line behind a young woman with bright red hair. He waited politely, lingering about as he studied the menu for the cheapest anything he could get, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when he glanced forward at the woman to see her swooning over the waitor. It took him only a few seconds to sort out what he suspected. With a brisk step forward, the soldier placed his hand on the woman's frail shoulder, firmly turning her to look at him. He clenched his jaw. "Excuse me, ma'am," he drawled bitterly. "I don't think that's a very good idea."

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Ásta Hilmastador
Ásta rose out of bed just like any other morning, tying her white blonde hair into a tight braid before stepping out of her house. It was located in the woods, secluded by tall trees. The only creatures besides the furry woodland animals who knew about were the ones she despise most - vampires. The girl flipped the collar of her fleece jacket up, taking off at a fast paced jog. It was six miles to the nearby town, so why not run? It was mornings like these that Ásta enjoyed, when everything was so still and the morning air so crisp that all she could hear was the sound of her breaths and her light footsteps touching ground. After what felt like a mere twenty minute jog, a Ásta finally came to the small, lazy town as the noon sun brightly shone over it. She slowed her pace to a walk and stride into a small cafe, ordering a bagel and an iced green tea. After paying for what she had selected, she brought the items to a table in the corner, her cold gaze falling onto a television screen that was mounted on the wall. Some people saw a local murder as a tragedy, but she perceived it as a hunt.

[sparky246]

(arg! I had posts typed up, but they didn't post! )

Valoria Abney
Valoria waved the waiter away, and went to open up her book when a hand turned her around somewhat roughly. Val opened her mouth to reprimand the man for barging in on her business, but something stopped her. The way he stood, the way he looked at her. He knew what she was. But he couldn't be a hunter. There were only two Hunter families -one now- around here, and he wasn't one of them. Which meant he was another vampire. But he wouldn't be mad unless- oh. He was vegetarian. Val's analysis took less than a second. Her fake smiled faltered and vanished, replaced by one more genuine.
"Oh, of course. Too obvious?" Val made a face. "Would you mind sitting down? It's been ages since I've talked to someone like us." At this last phrase, she lowered her voice and leaned closer, as if they were co-conspirators in a master plan. she took off her sunhat -after all, it was rude to wear one indoors- and crossed her legs.
"My name's Valoria, but please call me Val."

[jet pack blues]

Macon
The boy kept his hardened gaze trained on the woman, clenching his jaw even tighter to escape words that threatened to escape his mouth. The way this woman merely moved and spoke made him sick, but taking one glance at the confused waiter made him reconsider bailing on this woman. She had him caught in her web, and there was no way for him to get out. Macon took a seat with the woman, an angry fire now sweltering on the inside of him. "Macon. A pleasure, ma'am," he said, his words coming off his tongue as though automated by his mind. He took his harsh gaze away from Valoria for a moment, using this time to study his surroundings. Macon hadn't been around very long, but he knew enough to not be stupid. "I take it you aren't here to stay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.