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RE Ishu's Bottles of LoveDeathDestruction This has nothing to do with my role plays- I just wanted to keep this Quiz Link The Psionic Striker 28 Strength, 32 Bloodlust, 20 Intelligence, 28 Spirit, 56 Vitality and 16 Agility! Instead of using magic to manipulate the elements and the world around them, Psionic Strikers will use their mind and mental energy. By focusing their mind, Psionic Strikers can use telekinesis to lift objects and even unleash powerful blasts and shields of mental energy. As masters of martial arts, Psionic Strikers can even use their telekinesis to increase the physical power of their punches and kicks or they can use it to levitate. Against weaker opponents, Psionic Strikers may use their powers to mentally shatter a person's neck or spine. By using their telepathy, Psionic Strikers can read their opponent's mind, and thus more easily predict their next move in battle. This makes them extremely difficult to counter because they always know what you are going to do next. Their telepathy can even be used to speak into another person's mind and plant thoughts and ideas there. They can use this power to manipulate and control their opponents, thus allowing them to turn any battle in their favor. Psionic Strikers often have a passion for death and battle, and some have mastered forms of dark magic. By fusing this dark magic with their psychic energy, Psionic Strikers can create and unleash devasting blasts of powerful energy from their mind and fists. With their mastery over moon magic, Psionic Strikers can enhance their powers by transforming at night into various wild and ferocious beast-human hybrids. Congratulations on reaching this frighteningly powerful class! This is a special class and requires a very high amount of Psionic Force. You scored 76 on this variable! I liked the quiz. The only downsides was how long it was and the fact that not every question had an option I could agree with. I answered the questions based on my personal opinions, although I was tempted to go with my original characters I like the result 3 I feel it fits me very well.
Thread: The fall of red star(google and waaagh)

The bloody world war between Allies, Soviets and The Empire of Rising Sun raged for a year now. It was a conflict for total domination, no alliances were held and peace was not an option. Allies would not rest until the totalitarian regimes of world are destroyed, Imperials believed that it is their divine destiny to rule the world and Soviet were determined to make the world a single, glorious Soviet Republic. These times of total war spawned many heros, such as Natasha Volkova , champion of the Soviet Union. Being a sharpshooter she alone had terminated over seven hundred enemy troops, being a commando she had infiltrated enemy lines numerous times, being a hero she had inspired countless soldiers to join the case of Communism, even more to die for it. No Ally or imperial soldier felt safe from her sniper rifle when she was on the hunt. Present on every recruiting poster, mentioned in every military academy. She was a paragon for her people, Angel of Death for her enemies. Her mere presence on the battlefield inspired her troops and had a devastating effect on enemy morale. But now she was in peril. The assault on the Allied city, Genewa, was a failure. The enemy used a strange new tech called chronosphere to bring in huge amounts of reinforcement. The Soviet forces were encircled and are now getting slaughtered. The enemy had both land and air superiority and it seemed that the small part of the city the Soviets had manged to capture will become their graveyard. But Natasha would not surrender. Not to the capitalist pigs. Not to anybody. She was making her last stand in the ruins of one the houses they have captured. With deadly precision of her sniper rifle she was taking down every soldier that got in range, killing as many Allies as she could before her time runs out. But she was running out of ammo and she could see the enemy bombers on the horizon. Her last thought before the bombs felt on her position was that she had fulfilled her duty to the People.
Thread: The fall of red star(google and waaagh)

America, the bright and beautiful is what Major Dominic Franke loved and would die for, his mother parents had both been immigrants, barely escaping the fall of the Iron Curtain falling across the border of the USSR, he had grown up hearing horror stories about Communism and the things that had been done in its name. He had joined up nearly a decade ago in order to help keep things quiet on the border but when war had broken out he had found his calling. True he wasn't a large scale commander, he wasn't a leader of troops, instead Dominic was specialized on something a little more specific, intelligence or to be even more specific, the extraction of it. Normally his job was just dealing with double agents and defectors, people who came to him and told him everything they knew, Dominic would then filter what was useful from what wasn't and pass it along to the higher ups. This time he had been given a much more interesting job though, a recent bombing run had decimated a Soviet held region of the city... Allied forces had moved in right away to secure the area and when there they had found quite the prize, the infamous sniper Natasha Volkova, a celebrity in her home land, reported to have well over five hundred kills to her name. This beautiful monster had been found alive and brought in... and Dominic would have the pleasure of breaking her to find out what she knew. In order to learn whatever he could Dominic had been granted Carte Blanche, anything he needed to do in order to break her, the Soviet Citizens would be shown this hero broken by Allied forces, shown they weren't the only ones who could be monstrous. In his dress uniform, stripped of rank pins and ribbons Dominic entered the cell where Natasha was being held, happy to see that she was naked and tied to a chair as he had instructed. Natasha Volkova. He said, holding up a file with her picture clipped to the front of it. Soviet hero and now captive of the Allied forces, I won't waste time by asking you to surrender to me, instead I will state the obvious, I will be hurting you, humiliating you... I will break you and I will enjoy every moment of it. Setting down the folder he smirked a little. You have claimed at least three people I called friends. Then without warning he lashed out, the back of his hand across her face as an opening movement.
Thread: The fall of red star(google and waaagh)

The last thing Natasha remembered were the allied bombers. she thought she'll die. She was prepared to die. Yet instead, she woke up naked in a cell, captive to capitalist scourge. A grim irony of fate, indeed. As the Ally interrogator finished his speech, she rose her eyebrow. You're really fond of yourself, are y.... her sarcastic taunt was interrupted by a strong slap to the face. She forced a smile, though she did not felt funny at all. Natasha knew what's going to happen to her. She's going to get tortured and raped over and over again. Telling them what they want to know, if they want to know something, won't help. She was Natasha Volkova, a bloody icon. The allies won't stop until she will be nothing more then a mindless husk which they will then show to everybody to prove their superiority. On the other hand, her position within the Soviets was also her hope for avoiding this grim fate. She was too important. Natasha was more then certain that her people will keep trying to rescue her until they will succeed. That is why she can't let that pig break her. She the Angel of Death. And she will not give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her defeated. So she decided to play with her interrogator some more. Congratulations-she said with a thick, Russian accent-You managed to hit me. Few men manged to accomplish this. And none of the mis still alive. She theatrically looked on the chair she was tied to True, I was immobilized..but it's still quite an achievement...for a pig.
Thread: The fall of red star(google and waaagh)

He smirked a little bit as she looked down at that chair, she was trying to goad him, to make him angry. Normally this was the last thing that anyone would do in this situation but Dominic knew that she was trying to make him mad, was she hoping that he would make a mistake and somehow she would be able to get free, or did she plan to drive him to kill her before he could break her and that way avoid divulging any secrets. She was smarter then most and that made her dangerous, but Dominic was also dangerous and more then willing to play along with her little game. Oh you think that you can take down? He asked with a chuckle as he looked down at the chair, bolted down to the floor as he had instructed, the rope tying her was a nylon cord, thin but also very strong, the room gave her no weapons that she would be able to catch him off guard with. A sniper, a coward who kills from afar thinks that she can fight me? Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small tool, a seat belt cutter that was designed so that it couldn't be used to cut human flesh. Reaching in between her breasts, making sure to get a more then generous feel, he quickly slit the cord that held her to the chair and pulled enough slack to let her finish the job before stepping back away from an easy strike. Get up and fight me then Soviet whore. He mocked her as he removed his jacket, slowly rolling his shoulders and neck in order to limber up. I think I will enjoy fucking you once I have tenderized you a bit.
Thread: Investigations (Policewoman & Relix)

Las Vegas. A city best known for glamourous casinos and pretty girls. A city were someone could party all night and not remember a thing. With all of the money and glamour in the town, there of course needs to be crime, by people who want that money for themselves. As a homicide detective with the LVMPD, Cassie had seen more of this side of the city than most. Today was a day when it seemed like the worst had come to play. She had just been sitting in her office, filling out some paperwork, when the ring of her cell phone filled the air. Apparently some poor sod had been found dead and they wanted her to come take a look. A sigh came from her lips as she shoved her phone into her pocket and rose to her feet. Cassie was dressed in the same clothing as most of the detectives, in a pair of black slacks and a white blouse, her . A black suitcoat matching her pants lay over the back of her chair. A Sig Sauer P229 sat in a paddle holster on her right hip. A pair of handcuffs and a spare magazine holder also adorned her belt, and someone with good eyes could notice evidence of an ankle holster on the inside of her left ankle. A badge was clipped to her waistband 3 inches forward from her sidearm. Her long light brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail to keep it out of her deep blue eyes. It took under 15 minutes for her unmarked Chevrolet Malibu to take her to the crime scene, a residential home in the outskirts of the city. The casinos rose in one direction, with the others ending in the sand of the Mojave Desert. After showing her badge, the uniformed officer let her into the crime scene. The victim was a female, early 20's. The owners of the house were out of town, and with the fingerprints all cut off and no wallet to be found, her identity was unknown. There were several knife cuts over her body, including one to her throat through which her tongue was pulled in what is called a Colombian necktie. A neighbor had called when she heard screams coming from the house, which was supposed to be empty, and when the officer arrived, he found the victim dead. The killer was gone, and it didn't take long for a few officers to arrive, along with a number of forensic investigators who were searching for fingerprints or any other evidence. Cassie approached an officer who wore the label insignias of a sergeant and asked, So, what have they found so far. The sergeant looked at her and shrugged. Not much, yet. Whoever did this knew what he was doing.
Thread: Investigations (Policewoman & Relix)

When Cassie was told that a fed was coming down to the scene, she was visibly unhappy with it. Most cops knew the old joke about the dog competition four dogs, one from the DEA, one from the ATF, one from Customs, and one from the FBI were given bones for finding contraband. After the first three dogs did their jobs, the FBI dog came in, stole the items, and called a press conference to take credit for the seizures. The only people in law enforcement who seemed to like the FBI were rookies and themselves. Cassie had spoken with most of the forensic investigators there, as well as the officer who had found the body. Evidence was slim. It appeared that the killer had even banged up the inside of the victim's mouth to prevent the use of dental records to find her identity. It looked like this was going to be one of those cases that resulted in more than one sleepless night. No wonder it had been years since she had been in a relationship. The detective was pulling a pair of latex gloves over her hands to look at the body when she heard a male stop dusting a windowsill for fingerprints to mumble that the FBI agent had arrived. As the detective in charge of the investigation, it seemed like Cassie would have to deal with her. With a sigh, Cassie approached the agent, a false smile on her lips. Good afternoon, Miss Castio. I'm Detective Cassandra King. I'm the investigator in charge of this case.
Thread: Investigations (Policewoman & Relix)

Nice to meet you, Miss King, Ericka replied, nodding once before turning to look at the scene a bit more. The female might be from the Bureau, but, there would be no stealing of someone else's thunder going on. Agent Castio had one goal in mind catch this fucker and put him behind bars. . . possibly six feet under. Something that he was well more then deserving of. The crime scene held similar M.O. to those of 'The Tammy Killer', couldn't help but think that they had made their way down to Vegas. Clearing her throat softly, her attention moved back to Miss King, the lead investigator, it seemed. Have you heard of the Tammy Killer, Miss King? Ericka asked, tone a bit firm. It was a hot commodity at one point, a very viral case that sparked like wildfire several years ago. It died down the past couple of years, but, seemed that this 'Tammy Killer' was ready and raring to charge their way back into the public's eye once again. This crime scene shares a lot of similarities to the recent killing out in Los Angeles, The female now going off on a small ramble to herself more so then to Cassandra King. Right hand moving to push the large sunglasses to the top of her head, Is the body still upstairs or has your people moved it yet?
Thread: Investigations (Policewoman & Relix)

When the agent mentioned the 'Tammy Killer', Cassie paused for a moment before nodding. Supposedly there was one person who had knocked off more than a few people over the past few years, and had never been caught. It was over the news once, but her memory of it was fuzzy. Mostly 20 year old blondes, lured into a house and killed, no identification. It certainly did sound like a match to this one. That would certainly explain why the feds are so concerned about this. Yeah, I remember when it was on the news. The body is still up there. I was just about to take a closer look when you arrived. The ME is going to be here in a few minutes, so if you want to take a glance at the body, you better do it soon. She added with a shrug. I don't expect to find much on it, the killer seemed to have done a pretty good job at keeping us from finding out who our Jane Doe is, and if it is this 'Tammy Killer' the chances are even lower.
Thread: Investigations (Policewoman & Relix)

Erika gave off a half-shrug combined with a lean of her head, one of those 'I'm not too sure about that' shrug. Could I get a pair of gloves, please? Extending her hand out to someone, only to come across her body when someone approached her from the left, feeling the investigator slap the latex gloves into her palm. Reluctant this bunch was of her being there. Yes, our Jane Doe definitely has a less chance of being identified without prints, an even less chance now that the 'Tammy Killer' might have their involvement in this case. Slipping the latex gloves onto her hands, Ericka looked around the initial crime scene a bit more before turning up to the stairs, You don't mind if I go up do you? Of course they did, she was a Fed a Fed on their crime scene. They minded quite a bit. Never know, this killer has been scott-free for the past seven years. Everyone is due for a slip up, neighbors hear anything? Could be a cause to rush through and not enjoy the kill. A soft shrug passing through the Federal Agent's shoulder, beginning to walk up the stairs to the actual crime scene. How did he get in? Was there any markings of a break-in or was that clean?
Thread: Investigations (Policewoman & Relix)

You certainly seem to know a good amount about this 'Tammy Killer'. Have you been after him for a few years or something like that? Cassie remarked. There seemed to be some sort of unspoken rule that the forensic investigators weren't to talk to the fed. They seemed to be avoiding looking at her, like she was some sort of plague victim coming to interfere with their lives. Cassie probably would have done something similar if she hadn't been told she was to be working with Erika. Nope. My supervisor said to give you free reign over this scene. He seems to think that you are the only one with a chance of catching this guy. Cassie commented with a slight shrug of her shoulders. It wouldn't be too far off to say that she was their best chance. We have some uniforms canvassing the neighborhood, asking if anyone heard or saw anything. So far we have nothing, but we'll keep looking. The detective replied. Cassie rose her hands in a way to say that she was aware, and then one of the men turned and spoke. We haven't been able to find any signs of forced entry so far. No marks on the doors from being wrenched open or anything like that. Just the window that the responding officer broke to get in. The man mumbled, still not making eye contact with the agent.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

Lilith stalks down the sidewalk, the bloodlust almost on her. Her stomach cramping. the pain excrutiating pain, almost doubling her over. The empty streets almost made it more painful, she needed to find some one something to sate this thirst comsuming her. She didnt want to hurt anyone she couldnt. Falling to her knees arms cluthced around her stomach. she falls onto her side long black hair swirled, almost haloed around her head, her normaly green eyes glowing an eireely red color. Gasping in air, filling her dead lungs. She weezes in a soft gasp then black consumes her vision and she faints.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

Such a beautiful city at night. Pristine, calm, and absolutely deserted from fear of being snatched up by a murderer or worse. It gave him the perfect cover to do whatever he wished during the night, which usually amounted to feed, then enjoy the night city on his own. But tonight seemed to be different. He was out on a short stroll when he saw the body on the ground, obviously unconscious and looking to have been in pain before then. Walking slowly up to her, smelling the scent of what could only be of one from his species, he knelt down beside her, checking her pulse. Racing but weak. Her eyes were shining red, and he could see the hunger in her face. Without a second thought, he picked her off and took off into the night. It was less than a hour that he was sitting in his cavern home, the sun far from rising, and even then it wouldnt be able to touch them. It was a warm place, a fire burning strongly, giving warmth to the very soul of those in the room. She would awaken on a bed, and would smell the blood and find two warm packs of blood on the table next to the bed, the perfect sustenance for those in need. As for him, he was sitting in a chair, with a small decanter of blood straight from a royal line, savoring the unique flavor. His hair was drawn back, and his deep blue eyes never left her body as he sat there, hardly moving.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

Such pain, such excruiating agony. why couldn't she just die already. Soft moans erupt form her throat, her nose twitching, breathing in the wonderful smell of blood. slowly she opens her eyes and searches for the smell. She sees packs of blood on the table and practically attacks them. Moaning she sucks doen the first one, tosses it down and starts in on the second be fore she catches sight of the man in front of her. her eyes go wide and she watches him as she finishes the second.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

It wasnt long that he had to wait, thankfully, as she seemed to jump alive from the scent of blood just minutes after it being set beside her. Probably good too, since he was notorious for becoming bored sitting in one area for too long. Taking another sip of that noble blood, he watched as she turned to face him, her eyes going wide with seeing him. Its much better now, isnt it? He said in a low voice, finishing the small glass in his hand and putting it down beside him. Such a foolish girl, wandering such a desolate city when hungry, yet not knowing where to get any sustenance.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

Finishing the blood she sighs. im sorry. Her voice was soft almost musical with a slight french accent. i was hoping to be out of this city before the blood lust hit. She trys to straighten herself, weakly wiping the drops of blood off her chin. I thank you. She says softly. She stumbles as she stands, holding her head. oh my. She sits back down. Im Lilith.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

Understandable. He said, with a slight shrug as he slowly stood up. But it isnt a bad city to be in for us, if we know where to look for food. Nor if we enjoy the sights. He slowly walked towards her, a slight smirk on his face as his eyes locked with hers as she sat back down, obviously still dizzy from blood need. But she would be fine in a few minutes. Ah, Lilith. I am Alexander. Call me whatever you wish. Feel free to stay until night falls once more, but you will have to head out of here with me then. I do not leave people in my sanctuary when I am gone. And I will probably be gone for a long while.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

O..Ok. thank you. She watches him closely. alexander. she murmmers softly. Feeling overwelmed she continues to stare curiously at him. im sorry to have bothered you. she manages to finnally say.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

It is no problem. He said, watching her watching him. She had a very nice body, and he may have to... extract... some sort of reward from her. Her apology made him smile. There's no need to be sorry. He said softly, sliding to sit down next to her, still turned to look at her. But, now I must ask, what can you do for me for saving your life?
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

Startled she looks at him. still watching him. well..what would you..like?
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

A soft smile escaped his lips as he heard her question, saw the surprise in her eyes. Oh, I don't know... He said, his shoulders rising in a slow shrug. I am sure that you could think of something that would be enjoyable. It was so much better when it was freely offered, he thought.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

i ..i dont understand, sir. she murmmers softly. Unknowingly leaning towards him.
Thread: Novicaine for the soul (DeathsDisicple and Raziel99)

It's not that hard to understand. He said, noting how she got closer and wrapping an arm around her hip, pulling her against him snugly. Just think of something a man would like to have. Not too difficult to think of, don't you agree?