BladeRunner

Great! More rebels! Now, should I have Auvunux break them in or just leave 'em be?

The hell she gonna do to him? Straddle the poor guy? Finally take his balls?

"Hmph! That old bat?" Austin said the statement like he were insulting him, but that was his he spoke of the Old Man, and even around the other pack member's everyone tread carefully as larger and the scrawny men bantered back and forth. He said the statement as if the original Alpha were still there next to the two, trying to get a rise out of him, and in some sense he was. He let loose a held breath and stated, "There... Would have been a few who listened, I doubt they would but it's wishful thinking. Still to this day I can't figure out how he'd beat me in matches all the time- I was stronger, faster, more durable yet he had it all figured out, how to handle me in just a few hits... Everything seemed like a game to him, maybe inside he did worry and stress, but you could tell he wanted us to..." Austin begun feeling the fingers slighter up his sleeve. He still stared into the fire, but tried not to get distracted by the woman, "He would have wanted us to view the world as he did. That old man helped me after my family... I think that even if he were handling this particular situation, it would have been just another day for him. I never really got to thank him." “And yet some paths you can only walk once... and some wounds... they run just too deep to heal." The Alpha looked downward at that last sentence, his earthy spheres directly into the cool eyes of the Beta. He could feel her soft hand caress and finish it's course, but it still lingered, and this would bring back a sense of longing. He almost opened his mouth to speak but his lips didn't part. For what were just mere seconds felt like an eternity, and finally Austin made his move. He closed his eyes and adverted the direction of his gaze, pulling away from the woman as he started for the door. No, not yet, not now. He stopped about mid way and said, "Relay the message. I need a walk." A "walk" was something that resembled being alone. However his version of it varied, extremely unpredictable acts, and he knew it was going to be something that would indefinitely piss Daliah off. Oh well. His path was something that the old man would have done, maybe have openly been scornful of, but regardless he would have done the same. Austin was leaving to investigate the scene of the ambushes later, and he pondered on whether he needed to bring an Warrior or two with him.

"I know they will not appreciate the decision. I remember when Warriors and Berserkers cane home with the fangs and skulls of their enemies, their scars carved of magic and claws and silver as testament of their victories and hunt." Auvunux was reminiscing at this point, the glory days of the hunts and when they had a chokehold on the vampires, there was no even fight there, but when their leader was killed and a new one arose things quickly changed. Auvunux had strode from the window to behind Daliah, silent as cool wind, looking into the flames as they licked the spasmed upward. He knew they were in a dire situation, "This may not be the best course of action, I don't know what is, but it will suffice. Appreciative or not, they will fall in line, I will not see the pack hindered by lesser numbers than what we have now. Sometimes to take a leap, you must take a step back. And sometimes when the predator is wounded it must rest and heal, otherwise it becomes prey." The words of the Alpha were true, and his statement of falling in line were his way setting things in stone. The turn of events were dangerous, and they were entering a waiting game. However one had to wonder how long the tides would turn? They'll trail behind and allow the enemy confidence, but when the time comes there will be no mercy for the weak, no mercy for the wicked, and the pack will take back what is rightfully theirs. There was something that Auvunux, or Austin, still had for Daliah in sentimental value. His hand slowly raised to her shoulder height until his palm slid to calmly grasp the woman's shoulder, not in any form of aggression or disappointment, but rather something missing since their fall from grace. There was tenderness in his grasp, however temporary that was, the tired man was not one to reveal any true feelings. Whether she moved to remove his hand was not of the Alpha's concern, instead it was a moment to take in, a moment that, as Auvunux stated, "Sometimes to take a leap, you must take a step back."

I just noticed that VinuriWulf got banned, tf he do to get that? Also, I think overtime someone breaking Auvunux out of his shell and forming him to actually be open (with limits) is something reasonable, not a two post thing I'd be willing to do. He's too proud to admit anything and he's not one to show much mercy or weakness, however that can change... I think. Depends on exactly who's doing the shell breaking

Daliah: Did... Did you almost compliment me? Auvunux: Don't flatter yourself I kinda like the interaction between the two, because you have a pair of individuals who: 1. They don't necessarily like each other to a degree, however Auvunux doesn't necessarily open himself up to anyone due to paranoia which makes things more estranged, and 2. I like to think of Daliah and Auvunux as two sides of the same coin, at least, that's the perspective.

There was a long held silence in the room after Daliah spoke. This meant numerous things, the wrath of the patient man, the blinding of a fool, the million miles worth of thought's, and the very latter was where Austin was at. The only audible thing in the room were the cackling of fire. He stared out the window still but had enough light from the fire to cast the pale reflection of the woman into the lower corner. He admired her separate from things he loathed about her, though it wasn't fair on his end that he didn't mate, converse like friends, or let alone allow anyone to touch him with gentle grace, Daliah's actions years ago when she didn't receive the passage of Alpha had always been set in his mind, and the undermining and mockery she held since then... Well, the former of those two were dealt with one way or another, so that one wasn't an issue. He had called her a snake at one point and throughout the pack it simply stuck, an argument no one else should have been around for however he wouldn't have said it if weren't truth. But in the back of the Alpha's mind held the variety of answers, and in some sense he could feel the mockery held away in Daliah's tone, a wise choice on her end for it wouldn't have bode well. He wouldn't lay his hands on her, that isn't was Austin was about. His gaze seemed sharp, he bit the inside of his cheek that, for once, the woman was correct and it was the wisest decision. It was more him trying to strike back at something that happened almost ages ago involving the vampires when he was newly turned as wolf-kin, when he first came into the pack he already had a family. It was a sour taste that no one held over him, that very few people knew, but those who knew the Alpha well also knew the story of how he slew several scores of the undead in one night, on his own, from a tragedy that had struck in territorial disputes. Since then, the vampires had feared the Windcaller for a variety of reasons but that was nearly twenty years ago, and much could change such as him becoming more brash yet so passive in the coming days. Austin didn't believe in peace, yet, he's allowed for it, and it made him... Soft, something he would never admit. Carefully, Austin chose his words the best he could and said in a surprising turn of events, "Perhaps... Then... You are correct." It was a miracle, normally he was stubborn, headstrong, but this was a new development even for him. The Alpha still had many years to live and yet it seemed so short, his heart was always in the battle, the passion he held for bloodlust and worthy foes, yet he wasn't a Newblood nor a Warrior, he was an Alpha, meant to show his strength but wisdom, his passion but allow for the sour word peace. But the words he had said slowly were cautious, a ghost of what the Alpha normally states. Perhaps he was coming around finally? But no one should settle on that, and he was not one for letting the last go, nor were he forgiving. "Perhaps our territories have grown too large, perhaps I... Since the last great battles years our numbers have been... Dwindling. It seems change is inevitable, a fate we cannot control. How long has it been since we have seen the clan Midnight at full strength? Breeding won't be enough," This ended with a heavy sigh not of relaxation, but Austin continued, "We cannot risk ourselves, I want to launch a counteroffensive, but without the packs' strength it cannot be reinforced like it could have been many years ago, and I feel that even looking over the scouts won't be enough... Very well... We will send word to retract our trajectory, pull back and scout the innermost territories, we'll reclaim the outer woods when we can. This makes me uneasy, Daliah, it shows weakness but if there is nothing else we can do without losing more to an enemy of unknown strength and numbers, then it is the only choice. Let us hope this will not backfire." Much of the Alpha's words were uneasy altogether, almost as if one thing that could go wrong and he would do as he said before. In truth, he was unafraid of the vampires, being outnumbered, like a time before it actually thrilled the large man. But this time he had others to think about, lesser numbers to be concerned about, and most importantly himself to preserve. If the Windcaller was downed it would give those spade tongued bastards all the more sense of courage to wipe out the pack or advance to gain more ground. No, he needed patience, but he also felt that patience was wearing thin.

Imo I think either side should start with dwindling numbers, while I see the pack having the vampires outnumbered at least 2 to 1 for the time being, I do agree with wolves and vamps growing in numbers as time goes on.

The library was a place of knowledge, a sanction of fantasy and facts, a quiet area of the Midnight Mansion that many go to read. And that was what it was there for, for Austin in his mind. His mind lingered as he could smell the faint incense enter the room signifying someone else entering. By now he's kept track of who was coming and going by smell and sound, but by no means did he perfect unlike his beastial form. He heard the words and immediately recognized the Beta Daliah, much to his surprise that is. As she took her sweet time Austin merely continued to look over the books until their end of the shelf to him to the large window, away from the fire but still feeling the warmth of the room. He stared out directly at the sun and exhaled through his nostrils, feeling that tinge of disappointment in his heart. "Alpha-" Daliah started. "Out with it, woman." Austin interjects, feeling the words like poison coming from the Beta's tone. Oh yes, he knew fairly well of her distaste of his rank and further of himself... Well he thought, of himself at least. However his words didn't greet Daliah with anguish or threat, instead it was low and deep, but a softness was carried about it that was ominously quiet. It was almost as if he knew what she was going to say. And unfortunately it was true, more wolves lost to vampires. These words drew in a sharp inhale, and immediately his right fist clench causing thick bone to crack and pop. He waited for any other action, Auvunux had awaited to see what game this had become but with the disappearance of now three scouts it was turning into something else. Then the next words plucked him, harmlessly, but enough to grab his attention, "I know something is coming, I have felt it days before. These spaded tongues... I should have taken care of this myself when the problem arose the first time. If I'm being honest I didn't want to blunder into some trap or ambush, but now it is clear these cowards wish to pluck us one by one. We will launch counteroffensive, we will have small and nimble groups, mask our scents even. However this is beginning to sound more like they're advancing to expand territory, my only thought is violence and example, what of you?"

The library was a place of knowledge, a sanction of fantasy and facts, a quiet area of the Midnight Mansion that many go to read. An unexpected visitor was sitting in the room keeping to himself, reading one of the many chronicles of fantasy. Massive in height and muscle, the large beast in question was none other than Auvunux Stormcaller, a leader of the house and of his people. It wasn't difficult to understand why he was leader to begin with, with what his intimidating appearance more of a stone creature, unmoving lest to turn a page, his visage held that of calm and quiet. For now that was. Carefully turning the page to a fantasy book he was reading, Auvunux, or "Austin" for simplicities sake, sighed as he begun dozing off. The only thing that woke him immediately was the loud crackle of the massive flames built up in the fireplace, causing him to inhale and straighten up from his comfortable position on the couch. Clapping the book closed, he moved to put the chronicle back in it's rightful place and begun looking for another one. It was merely a sense of browsing and not curiosity, Austin has read these things over and over ever since he took the place as Alpha some years ago. His mind was blank seemingly from just staring around for nothing at all, just a few thoughts of the lack itself. While it wouldn't be challenged any time soon or even at all, Austin was very loose on his rules and guidelines for the Midnight Pack, he was strict on the important things. One of those things being hunters. Being out in the wilderness like this and miles from the nearest town, they usually see hunters here and there going for small and big game. Recently two hunters, a father and son, were out trying for elk which were popular in the area, and as such Austin respected them from a distance but dared not interact. Much like the pack they were simply enjoying themselves and spending time with each other and since they were after werewolves in particular they would be left alone but observed. He wasn't sure if they were there, but he welcomed other predators on the prowl for prey. With another sigh, Austin had moved all around the room at a tortoise pace, carefully putting mismatched books into their correct spots. When one looked at the man he wore a black t-shirt, jeans that complimented them with boots, all tailor made to fit his body, and even unlike some pack member's he always used his other half sparingly, they had the luxury of finding clothes that fit them. While Austin was used to and even in control of the beast inside he didn't use it often, he didn't have to, with what having bows and arrows, and rifles and shotguns to hunt with. But there were times when another member wanted to play or wrestle that he transformed ever now and again. Or it was a good night of hunting.

I'm chill with that, I'll get started on it when I get home.

I fixed those two things. If there is anything I need to add/retract then I am more than willing. Also, if I am approved to go on with an accepted character .. I'm not certain where to start at all tbh

I am aware. It's more for appearance than it is actual armor or anything, so you'll see him in regular clothes and whatnot.

Name: Auvunux "Austin" Windcaller //Image above is merely for facial appearance/body build (Endomorphic), armor is not included in character, so you'll see regular clothes// Age: 46 Sex: Male Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Role: Alpha Personality: Auvunux is generally a quiet individual, normally his only time of talking is with other individuals, otherwise despite his size no one would know he's even in the same room. While patient and calm and mild mannered, the massive man tends to come off as blunt, to the point, and has no welcome of nonsense. He uses common sense, and normally Auvunux will sit back and watch until he has a full assessment. In the back of his mind the goliath has a sheer joy of battle and conflict, he believes that peace is a lie and conflict must always be met. With that says, he does make it a point to actually care about his pack and their well-being despite not appearing so, but also has a moral compass to leave Humans alone I'd they're just hunting game in the area as is his main rule of thumb. He was once Human too, Auvunux will protect his kin from hunters of the supernatural and will resort to killing without so much as a second thought. With that said, the past of Auvunux is a mystery to anyone, he doesn't openly talk about feelings or what he used to be instead opting for the simplicity of being mild toward others. He isn't afraid to stand up to someone and an individual of his strength and skill is quite confident in himself, especially of someone challenges what he says/orders. Auvunux isn't easy to anger, but when he loses his formality he is a force to be reckoned with with and without his form. Appearance Details: Being set at 7'7" Auvunux has a matching appearance to compliment both his size and intimidating features. Completely muscle bound, scarred all over his body, red warpaint and hair and dreadlocks that come past his shoulders are what could clearly be identified as a warrior, Auvunux has seen his fair share of war and conflict. His hair is a deep brown while having hazel green eyes, his skin is a fair Caucasian with dark patches of skin littering his body, but what stands out besides the scars and such are the marking of chains all along his legs and arms, signifying that at one point Auvunux was bound by burning hot chains and left an imprint on his body. In his wolf form, Auvunux has deep silver fur, and the chain imprints on his arms and legs become part of the fur in shades of dark gray. His eyes become emerald green, however with the rest of his transformation the Alpha's scars are hidden beneath his fur, and his fur in itself is grown out more along the back, arms, and has an extremely bushy tail. His height raises from it's 7'2" to 11'5", given the growth of a werewolf/lycan he is massive to say the least. Other Details (Optional): While this should be in Personality of anything, it is extremely hard for Auvunux to trust people, let alone share his feelings toward them. This is due to his past of being called, "Weak," For having actual morals and mercy on his enemies, and being a pack leader, he has to show his leadership through strength, wisdom, and cunning, all of which he is known for. He does have a variety of rules that keep the pack safe, but when it comes to Vampires and other supernatural creatures that aim to harm innocent people/bystanders, especially his pack, Auvunux throws away all moral compasses when fighting them and normally aims to kill. Austin's bloodline dates back to the first werewolves, having lineage to them (perhaps not direct) but the wolf's blood is strong in him. His beast form is considered a long list breed, with what him and his brother having it, they could potentially bring back the breed of wolf they are which can greatly benefit any given pack.

Hello! So I do have a question, I know the Alpha/Luna position is open however I'm not certain of anyone else is taking it? If not cool, if so cool. Also, what is the role of a Delta exactly?

If aaanyone is interested, I got an Orc Guard Captain available for RP?

"Uhhh..." Amon wasn't sure how to make of the situation, however instead of screaming at people or complaining like a little bitch, he took it in as decent tidings... If he didn't feel so damn sick. Letting the individuals hand hover over him Amon suddenly felt a rush of energy flow through him. The illness and the salt in his system faded as his body returned back to normal, hell, even his tiredness was replaced with new vigor and heavy breath was replaced with calm. Swimming more upright now and a good foot away from the... persons hand, Amon shrugged, "It was all good and fun... I guess." Amon then shot a glance at the mermaid then back to Lollipop who was stating something about a magical doohickey, "The what enchantment?"

@Lollipop Did not know the voice was more feminine. Sorry

As soon as Amon recovered he saw a flat chested chick sitting on the water. Remember, you didn't eat edibles, this is a magic island. He felt like he could roll over from the sickness he felt from the seawater and asked in a tobe matching how he felt, "Excuse me miss, you got any Pebto Bismol? Don't think the salt is sitting all too well..." Vanilla surfaced abd started to have a conversation with the man, whoops! Amon didn't know this was a dude at all, but his voice betrayed his appearance. Very clever, trap, clever indeed. And then Amon's ears were filled with the voice of the fish lady which he replied sharply and loudly, "Fish don't talk either!"

Alright, I'm up to it.

Just when Amon was about to fight a bitch to get some air, he felt a pair of somethings press against his back. He turned his head to see Vanilla who was starting to tease him, then the fish lady spoke out loud... Underwater. Nope, this was definitely the weirdest thing he's witness to. His calm demeanor wasn't to be toyed with however, while he was at a great disadvantage in the sea he could still cut someone, he's been dragged down by alligators so this was an... Almost similar situation. With that said, Amons options were limited, stay in the water, or maybe she was referring to something else? He was a horrid flirt and was direct, to the point, and didn't like bullshit in between. An eyebrow rose as Amon stayed in the water however Vanillas teasing was hard at keeping him distracted. Carefully he weighed his option and simply thought, "Well... Shit... Alright, I guess playing this little game that fishtick wants is my only option. That, or drown like a hooker, we'll play along." And just as Amon was about to vocally talk, getting into his head that he too could speak underwater, he was very very wrong. Immediately water shot into his body and he caught himself choking, and swimming up with the strength of an Olympic star, whether Vanilla was hanging on it not Amon breached the water and coughed his lungs out. He started to feel sick from the saltwater that was previously in his body and clearly looked about as ill as he felt.

If anyone's wanting to do something with their character I've got mine available between Mass, Mace, and Joe. If anyone has a problem or want to give me advise on RP please let me know, because I'm always willing to improve my writing.

Reaching the armory, Joe begun to walk toward his locker and pressed a series of codes into the security console two lockers away. He always thought it off the armory of all places was small, but then again there may not have been a need for a larger crew at all. Kind of like Star Trek on the Enterprise, or Star Wars on the Millennium Falcon, two scifi movies which survived the tests of time and became popular once more after the war. There was a loud chime on the terminal screen and the lockers lock panel blipped green signifying that it was released. Opening the metal door, Joseph begun taking each weapon out and checking then over, start with his two rifles, an APAR29 Long Rifle, and an LPAR11 Submachine Gun. Both were useful and extremely dangerous even by military standards, and how an individual like him got ahold of these beauties was a mystery to anyone whoever asked. They were highly expensive and rarities to find, but after several minutes Joe put them away and started to check his sidearms. In truth he missed ground forces, he missed intense combat situations, he wasn't sure if he was ever going to get used to life on a ship. Hell, there was hardly a use for "Second Commander Joseph Briggs," he hasn't had the chance to use any practices on board, he was knocked out just before they landed on a planet they were leaving, so he missed the fun on that. There was a sense of dismay. Was his life really going to be like this?

A series of keypad typing and vocal "blips" coming from a computer was heard on the other side of a fighter craft. Standing and looking over a series of images and numbers and charts on a holopad was a peculiar individual, garbed in mostly black with orange accents. Their head was metallic and slightly elongated with three round, red glowing eyes staring at the holographic screen before it. Its neck were a series of struts and metals durable enough to handle direct impact from heavy weapons, however the design of the figure appeared to be male if nothing else, and while certain parts appeared Human certain other said otherwise. This was MASS229D, Military Applications Scout System, Series Model D, Unit #229. Or Mass for short. At the moment Mass was running diagnostics on the combat fighters systems making sure everything was up to date, despite the engineers and other pilots checking on the crafts it was important to make certain thrice over that everything was up to date. The transport ships were up 10% in functionality thanks to Mass, and he was doing the exact same for the combat fighters as well. He wasn't necessarily the approachable type either, nor did he approach anyone else, people gave Mass weird glances and though he could carry a conversation no one knew how to "take him" in regards to understanding. Mass was recently discovering more on "sentience" and self awareness, more specifically, Human reactions and emotion. While he could definitely accumulate something along those two subjects he was still learning to be Human. It wasn't easy for a machine to understand as one of the engineers said. So he worked nonstop, actually enjoying learning about people, their mannerisms, vocals, expression, personality... And much more, but from a difference and thanks to enhanced audio receivers Mass heard everything everyone spoke about. Everything.

Photo- Name- MASS229D, "Mass" Age- 86 Sex- Male Sexuality- Straight Occupation- Second Pilot/Weapons Expert Skills- The Military Applications Scout System, or Mass for short, was designed to be a light reconnaissance droid capable of faster thought process than Humans, a variety of combat systems such as Close Quarters Combat/Battle, Infiltration, stealth, marksmanship; and comes equipped with a vehicles/weapons diagnostic system, an active camouflage, night vision/thermal imaging, a 16x magnification system, and a language/memory systems that allows "him" to decipher and store a variety of languages and cultures based on combat situations. Bio- Produced during the Xenti invasion, Mass was designed for combat use more so in reconnaissance and long-term assault. During his time, Mass much Le others of his kind were instrumental in downloading Xenti technology, tactics, and further battle plans, as well as aiding soldiers on the front lines and much more. After the war ended with Humanity as victor, Mass worked in special operations as an informant and scout rooting out Xenti and terrorist organizations possessing said technology. After all this time, Mass slowly grew a conscience and was already self aware, even known to leading his own squads and groups after they lose a squad captain. His creators deemed Mass a sentient being and he should pursue his path alongside another bio-droid (turned into androids), Mace. Although the military were very adamant on this idea, they allowed for these two "individuals" to go on with their lives if they so chose, and the pair chose to go on the Black Star Voyage to record other lives outside Earth. Photo- Name- MACM138C, "Mace" Age- 84 Sex- Female Sexuality- Bisexual Occupation- Medic/Combat Medic Skills- Designed at a time when combat medics were being more and more destroyed on the front lines, the Military Applications Combat Medic was designed to be a front lines combat droid with deep medical knowledge of that field, even capable of dealing with serious surgeries and can scan/diagnose the body for any symptoms/problems. The MACM is equipped with a drop shield that span a dome radius of 15ft that protects individuals from incoming fire, however the force field does not allow for anyone to enter or exit unless broken. "Mace" is also equipped with an emergency medic/trauma kit used for wounded soldiers, as well as a thermal imaging/night vision in any given situation, she also has an onboard radar system that picks up nearby lifeforms/movements in a 50 meter radius. Bio- MACM138C was produced during the war as a combat medic, sent to the front lines to aid wounded soldiers. Her time fighting against the Xenti allowed Mace to further understand the anatomy of the aliens and further on Humans, and became "sentient" she started to understand emotion, even expressing at times. Many units like her allowed the Human frontier to learn about the Xenti in many ways, however after the war these units were used as nurses and doctors, and Mace wanted something more than that. Paired with a recon droid Mass, the two were some of the first bio-droids to gain this sentience so they were given a choice to pursue their course in life. Surprisingly the pair went on to board the Black Star Voyage where they would live their lives as part of the ship and crew.