(An rp with vampires Vs. Lycans in the underworld style. Need characters for both clans!)

Name: Christina
Race: Vampire
Age: unknown, but she was 23 when she was turned.
Spouse: none
Gender: Female.
Rank: Death dealer in the fight against the Lycans.
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, she only stand five feet tall, brown hair, slim, fit body.


History: it was the early 1800's when she was bitten. She lived alone, And had no family. Ever since she was turned she has been trained to fight the Lycans and is one of the best fighters in the clan. Training from then till the present has given her plenty of time to
learn. She has no mate, and is focused on the tasks at hand. The man who turned her considers himself as her father, and is one of the most respected vampires in the clan.

Christina sat on the edge of the balcony of the mansion her clan lived in. She was deep in thought. The Lycans were becoming more bold, attacking civilians left and right. Her eyes narrowed, and she glanced at the night sky. The only problem was who and how they were carrying out their attacks. Homes were invaded, and all fathers and young men disappeared while any girls and women were killed. After a few weeks, the bodies of the men would turn up. It was strange, like there was a purpose behind it all. She sipped her glass of wine as she sat and pondered it.

She sighed and walked back inside, her nose immediately wrinklin on distaste at the party going on. She hated formal events, especially ones here. She made her way through the othe members of the coven and went to her room to research the Lycans on her laptop.

She turned some of her monitors torward her more so she could see them easier, making multi-tasking a bit more comfortable. The monitors on her various screens were connected to security cameras on the premise and outside the gate that led to the mansion. The gate was closed and locked, and opened by a motor. But only of you were allowed in by the superiors. It was a hard place to get into, armed guards, cameras, everything. She watched the screens from time to time. As a death dealer she had the privileges of having monitors in her room. She scanned the information in front of her that she had looked up. She had seen it half a dozen times before, buy she always went back to it to see if she had missed something.

She could see nothing new, no clues, no anything. She growled in fristration and closed the laptop, sitting for a few minutes as she tried to think of the reasons the Lycans were doing what they were. It made no sense. Not like anything made any sense anymore. Their world was a different one. She sighed as she watched the monitors.

It had been going on as long adage could remember. A centuries old war between the vampires and Lycans. It had gone on so long that no one knew the cause for it anymore, it was just a regular thing to hate the other clan, the other species. Time had only made the battle more bitter, things were getting worse and worse. The Lycans weapons were getting stronger, a thing that the vampires hated to admit because to them the Lycans were just dogs. Dogs that were not capable of creating solar bullets that would kill the vampires. Christina had tried to research the history of the two clans, but whenever she thought she got close, the clan leader, an ancient vampire by the name of Cyrus, had stopped her. He told her there was no point, and that all the history had been lost.

Obviously this caused Christina to have doubts about him, and she didn't quite trust him. It was clear he was hiding something. But what? Her brows furrowed. She would have to find a way to research without Cyrus finding out. It would be hard, he had contacts everywhere.

She turned and stood, walking to the huge windows in her room that faced the front drive of the mansion. She crossed her arms in front of her, thinking. The only way to really find out what was going on was to get out of the mansion and investigate. Yet Cyrus had forbid her to go out scouting alone, without orders from him. Just another way of keeping control, she thought with a snort.

Christina sighed as she heard someone approaching. The person was about to knock, but she called out before they had a chance. "Yes, Tobias, you may enter." she heard him chuckle as he opened the door. She turned to face him. "Is something funny?" she asked him, her face blank. Tobias shook his head. "No, it's just obvious how you rose to the rank of Death Dealer so fast." she quirked an eyebrow, and he sobered up.

"Of course, the real reason I am here is because Cyrus wishes to see you. Now." he added a stern look to the last part before exiting the room. Christina groaned inside, but grabbed her jacket and donned it as she exited. His usual meeting place was the place was his tomb, and it was usually chilly down there.

She made her way down the many flights of stairs until she reached the big double doors. They were wooden, and were carved with scenes from the Vampire clan's past. The story of the coven. She was always fascinated with those doors.

She stopped her study of the doors and raised a hand to knock at them lightly.
"Enter." was the deep voiced reply from within. She pushed the doors open, closing them silently behind her. Walking over in front of the stone throne, she kneeled. "You summoned me, sir?" Cyrus nodded. "Please stand, Christina, you know by now there is no need for you to kneel to me." Christina stood at his words, waiting.

"As you're aware, Lycan attacks have been growing more frequent." he paused as she grimly nodded, then continued. "I am also aware you have been tracking them, watching them and recording their activity. What have you found?" he sipped a goblet filled with blood after he spoke.

Christina stood a bit straighter. "They enter the homes of families, kill the women and girls, then take any men and boys. The bodies usually turn up a week or even months longer."
"What is the reason for this, do you think?" Cyrus watched her carefully.
"I haven't found out yet, but I have a theory," she paused, and he nodded for her to go on. "Usually the bodies are too mutilated to find anything. But on an autopsy done by one of our doctors, there was one body that we found needle markings on. I cannot be sure, but I believe the Lycans are doing experiements on them. Everytime we find the bodies, they are drained of their blood."

Cyrus tapped his goblet thoughtfully. "I am sending you out, to find out what these experiments are for, if your theory is correct." Christina blinked a few times, then nodded. "I shall prepare immediately." at the wave of his hand she left the room and went back to her room to gather her things.

(Joining! Will have a bio up soon )

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Once she had changed and gathered her things, she strapped her weapons onto her. Two hand guns with silver nitrate ammunition, silver throwing stars, and plenty of knives. Her outfit was of black leather, a jumpsuit style. A black corset was worn over the top, and she slipped into a long, black leather trench coat.

Once she was ready, she silently left her room and got into her car. The car was black, with a special system that tinted all the windows in the day time, allowing no sunlight into the vehicle.

She drove off, and the gates opened for her and closed behind her. She sped off into the night, heading towards the last victim's house. Maybe she would find something there. She kept driving until she had found the building. She cut the engine and lights. Christina say for a few moments, watching the house, just to be safe. Then she got out of her car. The house was dark, abandoned. She approached, drawing one of her hand guns just in case. She snuck around the side of the building to the back, and found the back door wide opened. She grabbed her flashlight and held it up with her weapon. The beam of light swept the room, and foun it empty. The place had been trashed. Tables tipped over, chairs on their sides, papers and junk lay scattered everywhere. Even the refrigerator was tipped over.

She stepped carefully into the room, which appeared to be the kitchen. Her flashlight moved across the room as she picked her way through the rubble. Something glinting on the floor cought her attention. She bent down and picked it up. A syringe? She sniffed the end of it. Tranquilizers. They were taking the men out without harming them. That just made her suspicions higher about the experiments. And unharmed, untouched experimental test subject. She stuck the syringe in her coat pocket. Their own scientists would run tests on it to distinguish the type of tranquilizer that was used, as well as things about the person it was used on. She continued her search.

The search through the rest of the house proved to yield nothing of interest, only the signs of a struggle and a blood trail. The house was secluded in the country, so no police had found it yet. Which was odd. Maybe there were some Lycans on the force, disguising the moves of their clan against the law enforcement.

She turned her flashlight off and exited the building, puzzling over it. She would take the syringe back to the labs at the mansion, and see what they found. Strong tranquilizers were hard to come by. Perhaps the Lycans were smarter than the vampires gave them credit for.

She made her way back to the car, before she noticed a trail leading into the woods. She stuck the syringe in her car and locked it, then began following the trail, her handgun up and ready once more.

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