Post by rashel on Sept 22, 2005 18:32:07 GMT -5
My name is Rashel Jordan.
I am a vampire hunter, formally known only as 'The Cat'.
Vampires feared me all through america, and not one of them knew who i really was. The first one to ever find out was the man i loved. My soulmate.
It all started, really, on my fifth birthday. That was the day that my mother was murdered by a powerful vampire, and my good friend Timmy, only 4, was turned, though i didnt find that out til many years later.
From that day forth i made it my mission to destroy their kind. I killed without remorse, and i was damned good at it. They were far stronger than any human, yet i took them down with no trouble.
Until that fateful night when i was bored, and went out with a group to hunt down a gang trapping teenage girls. That was when i met him, Quinn. A vampire famed for his hatred of humanity. The girl leading the group i ran with that night, Vicki, was into torture, and planned to make Quinn's death needlessly, sadistically, slow. And that i was not into. I was left to guard our captive for a short period of time, and nearly staked him to save him the pain... only he woke up, and i made the worse mistake of talking to him. In those few minutes I learned that Evil wasnt as simple as i had thought- this man had killed innocents, yes, but he had been wronged too, and he understood that i had every right to kill him there and then. He was a warrior, not a murderer. He was like me.
I set him free that night, but kept hunting the gang he led, so of course our paths crossed again. I had been disguised that first night, so he didnt recognise me, but i knew in my heart that he knew who i was. In the end he helped me stop those girl's deaths. He discovered that the vampire he followed was not the honourable leader he thought he was.
Quinn, the famous vampire, became my ally, and my lover, my soulmate. It did not matter that at his core was a demon. Somehow, our love, and his honour, surpassed that.
Together we aimed to take down the oranisation known as the NightWorld- a demon group fixated with the destruction of all humanity. They spread across the entire world, and noone could ever know who was part of it. In was in this fight that Quinn was killed, not by the vampires and demons we fought day in day out, but by one known as a 'slayer', a girl chosen to fight evil, given strength and skills others envied. But she, as i once did, saw vampire and human as black and white, with no shades of grey, and so murdered one of the strongest fighters for good I'll ever know.
So now i continue alone, fighting the good fight, but with a hatred i cant help for those they call the slayers.
Appearance: Slim and tall with jet black hair and eyes as green as a cats. She moves as silently and gracfully as any creature of the night.
Strengths: Zan Shin to the max.- extreme awareness and control in battle, exstensive combat, weapons and martial arts training, many connections with powerful members of the supernatural community.
Weaknesses: Fully human, no extra strength or power, extreme distrust of new aquaintances, allows emotion to affect 'bussiness'
I am a vampire hunter, formally known only as 'The Cat'.
Vampires feared me all through america, and not one of them knew who i really was. The first one to ever find out was the man i loved. My soulmate.
It all started, really, on my fifth birthday. That was the day that my mother was murdered by a powerful vampire, and my good friend Timmy, only 4, was turned, though i didnt find that out til many years later.
From that day forth i made it my mission to destroy their kind. I killed without remorse, and i was damned good at it. They were far stronger than any human, yet i took them down with no trouble.
Until that fateful night when i was bored, and went out with a group to hunt down a gang trapping teenage girls. That was when i met him, Quinn. A vampire famed for his hatred of humanity. The girl leading the group i ran with that night, Vicki, was into torture, and planned to make Quinn's death needlessly, sadistically, slow. And that i was not into. I was left to guard our captive for a short period of time, and nearly staked him to save him the pain... only he woke up, and i made the worse mistake of talking to him. In those few minutes I learned that Evil wasnt as simple as i had thought- this man had killed innocents, yes, but he had been wronged too, and he understood that i had every right to kill him there and then. He was a warrior, not a murderer. He was like me.
I set him free that night, but kept hunting the gang he led, so of course our paths crossed again. I had been disguised that first night, so he didnt recognise me, but i knew in my heart that he knew who i was. In the end he helped me stop those girl's deaths. He discovered that the vampire he followed was not the honourable leader he thought he was.
Quinn, the famous vampire, became my ally, and my lover, my soulmate. It did not matter that at his core was a demon. Somehow, our love, and his honour, surpassed that.
Together we aimed to take down the oranisation known as the NightWorld- a demon group fixated with the destruction of all humanity. They spread across the entire world, and noone could ever know who was part of it. In was in this fight that Quinn was killed, not by the vampires and demons we fought day in day out, but by one known as a 'slayer', a girl chosen to fight evil, given strength and skills others envied. But she, as i once did, saw vampire and human as black and white, with no shades of grey, and so murdered one of the strongest fighters for good I'll ever know.
So now i continue alone, fighting the good fight, but with a hatred i cant help for those they call the slayers.
Appearance: Slim and tall with jet black hair and eyes as green as a cats. She moves as silently and gracfully as any creature of the night.
Strengths: Zan Shin to the max.- extreme awareness and control in battle, exstensive combat, weapons and martial arts training, many connections with powerful members of the supernatural community.
Weaknesses: Fully human, no extra strength or power, extreme distrust of new aquaintances, allows emotion to affect 'bussiness'
