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Axeykins · Feb 6, 2016

<div style="text-align:center;">The Dark-Hunter Credo: We are Darkness. We are Shadow. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">We are the Rulers of the Night. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">The Soulless Keepers. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it’s too late. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">We are the Dark-Hunters. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">And we are eternal. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">Yeah, yeah. Enough of the doom and gloom because, baby, that ain’t us. You want to know what a Dark-Hunter is? We are what the intro says. We’re Mad, Bad and Immortal. We’re ancient warriors with attitudes who fight rough, and play hard. </div>

 

<div style="text-align:center;">We are the scary things that go bump in the night. And we love every minute of it. So when you think you’re being watched. You just might be. The question is…is it something evil or is it one of us? </div>

 

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 Be nice to the Dark Huntresses, because they can also kick your ass. WARNING: //This rp may move rather slowly, but only because I like to work with people's schedules and understand that life happens so there is no pressure of posting daily or on a regular schedule to keep up. It is also to make sure nobody gets left in the dust, that is fun for nobody. However, make sure not to make others wait too long without explanation or giving them room to move forward. Also, if you have an issue please bring it up in the OOC or a PM so we can work it out and ensure good communication in the group. Please do not leave suddenly in the middle of an idea either....at least finish out your idea asap, don't make some half arsed pulling your characters out post. Make sure you leave others in a place where they can move on easily...//

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Axeykins · Feb 7, 2016

//As soon as there are enough people to get the story going we'll start! Until then any ideas and criticisms are more than welcome!//

The era is around 2008-2009. So while there is technology, it isn't incredibly high tech. Dark Hunters do have access to the more advanced stuff though. But be weary, some of the newer developments may have some bugs.

The setting is in New Orleans. The groove of this city and dark past have always been a magnate to Daimons and other dark beings. Seeing as they can blend in so well and play off many actions as mere folklore.

At times, hunters may have specific missions given by Acheron or any other higher ups, but their main one is patrol and killing any threat to the humans.

Axeykins · Feb 9, 2016

//Ah! And the day the story is starting a few days before Mardi Gras. Hunters, have fun patrolling in a big party~//

Axeykins · Feb 14, 2016

"Come on sweetheart, why so cold? I'm only trying to get to know you." Marius chuckled as he leaned against the bar chatting with some hot thang in bright red stilettos and hot pink lipstick. Her obviously dyed golden hair falling in large curls around her face. Too bad he could only see the colors and vague shape of the woman in front of him, but man....what a shape it was! He was chasing something tonight but it certainly wasn't Daimons or anything he was supposed to. Of course he wasn't exactly having any luck. She wanted nothing to do with him. He bought her a nice drink but it seems he'd have to finish that off himself... "At least talk to me! I've only got tonight to speak with such a gorgeous woman." He smirked. Taking a sip of the fruity drink. D@mn it burned his throat so badly, he really wasn't one for any kind of alcohol but always went for it anyways to keep up with his always clad in black leather, 'tough guy', appearance. Especially in here with the troupe of Archadian bear brothers glaring at him from all corners of the place. At least as long as he didn't cause any real trouble they left him be, seeing as he was a regular and had been patrolling this area for years now.

Soviet Panda · Feb 14, 2016

"Because you've been staring at nothing but her chest for the past five minutes." Connor said, his revolvers proudly on display on his hips. He had to work with the 'blind' idiot, and they were here having a couple shots and chasing women. Well, his partner was trying to do the latter of the two things, and was as of yet unsuccessful. "And you call yourself blind." he mumbled as he downed another shot of whiskey. None of that fruity crap for him, he was a man after all. Emphasis on was, he wasn't exactly human anymore. He would be once his contract expired, which it would after several thousand more daimons and a couple centuries.

Axeykins · Feb 14, 2016

"Oh pa-lease, i am not. I'm only partially blind and staring at nothing in particular...just some real nice assets." He must not have muttered that last bit quiet enough as he soon got a complimentary drink from her...right in his face.

"Pig!" she snapped and stormed off across the bar with her posse.

"Always gotta ruin my fun. Dontcha Connor?" he wiped off his brow and shoved the drink he was previously attempting to drown away. He may not be able to get drunk but it still made him sick to his stomach. He was a true lightweight when it came to the stuff. "Well at least now every Daimon in the area will know I'm coming..."

Soviet Panda · Feb 14, 2016

"Someone has to do it." he said, pushing himself away form the bar. Daimons knew they were there, fantastic, now it would only be that much harder to find them. Like it wasn't hard already, with this infernal city wide party happening. Anyone could blend in with this mess, and anything for that matter. He wouldn't be surprised if a couple daimons had already slipped by them, and they none the wiser. "Perhaps now you can focus your attention on your job for once."

Axeykins · Feb 15, 2016

"Don't start that with me again, you know I focus on my job just fine." He took a wad of napkins and wiped off his face and as much of his shirt as he could. Luckily it was slick enough that most ran off and there wasn't much of it to get covered in the drink anyway. He liked his midriff bearing shirts, no matter how much protest from Mama Lo, the owner of the fine bar he frequented or how cold it got out. Not like he could be told otherwise anyway. He was one who tended to have some...troubles with authority. "I'm older than you anyways aren't I? So shouldn't I be the one giving out orders here?" He prodded teasingly.

kyaleesaurus · Feb 15, 2016

"And I'm older than both of you, so shut up." Chaylie smirked, placing her empty drink on the bar. "Now, because you idiots haven't been paying attention to anything other than a pair of misshapen tits on a wrinkly avocado, you missed the fact that she stank like daimon."

She glanced around suspiciously, feeling the bow move underneath her jacket - an ugly leather thing that was supposed to make her blend in. With a sigh, she used her hip to push herself off the bar, and she after adjusting the dark skinny jeans more firmly on her waist, she slipped into the crowd.

"Who the fuck thought it'd be funny to pair me with a almost-blind, midriff-showing tosser, and an old cowboy?" She muttered.

General_warNpeace · Feb 15, 2016

"Personally I think you are all to old and going daffy with age. Though that's more of a personal opinion then anything." Briar muttered never turning to look at his fellow hunter though a smirk still curved his lips from the rather entertaining show they had put on for him. Instead he kept his eyes on the daimon that caused the commotion until Chaylie caught up to her. Finally averting his gaze he shot back the shot of whiskey he had been holding as he watched. It burned pleasantly going down and he set the glass down onto the bar silently motioning for a refill. Turning his gaze to his fellow hunters he arched a brow at the two feigning curiosity. "I really wonder how I am younger then you both but still more mature? Its a real mystery."

Soviet Panda · Feb 15, 2016

"Oh I knew. But shooting someone in public for no good reason is frowned upon in this century much more then the one a couple back. You shoot someone now, and you'll be in jail faster then a jack rabbit to it's hole when a hawk is circling." Plus there was a whole lot of other things that smelled in here. Sweat, alcohol, drugs, vomit, it all mixed together and made things harder to sniff out. "And I'm not so sure about maturity." he continued, as he leaned against the counter. "You just think you are."

If they wanted to get that daimon, they needed to get her away from the public eye. Being accused of murder was a very hard thing to deal with, especially when you have a job that can't be done behind bars.

kyaleesaurus · Feb 15, 2016

"Fuck off. I don't want to dance." She hissed once again at another grabby drunk. "God-fucking-dammit. I am so sick of this. Where the hell is she?" After flicking another pair of hands off her waist she walked out of the crowd and back to the bar where the other three were.

"I can't find her." Chaylie scowled, arms crossing tightly in front of her chest. "Briar. You've been keeping an eye on her haven't you? Well you better know where she is because I am about to flip my shit."

Axeykins · Feb 15, 2016

"I believe our problem is that she wasn't Daimon." Marius spoke up again. "She smelled like one but didn't act much like one. Trust me on this one, I wouldn't dare sleep with a Daimon again after ol Arti herself confronted me about It." He chuckled. "Wish I could pinpoint the source though...but it's too loud and too many moving bodies than usual in here for me to do so." As a grade A tracker he was trying, but only getting a jumble of colors and sounds and smell. So much it was be beginning to give him a headache.

General_warNpeace · Feb 15, 2016

Frowning Briar moved and sniffed the area the woman had been in and growled low in his throat when he found the others were right. The Daimon smell entwined with the girls so much that he hadn't been able to smell the difference . Scrunching his nose up he moved away from the daimon smell and began scanning the room for any one that could be the source. Unfortunately the girl disappeared. Scowling he mumbled under his breath. "I hate fucking Daimons."

kyaleesaurus · Feb 15, 2016

"Shit. Well, we better get moving then. We all know the big guys aren't gonna be happy with us if we let another one slip away." She smirked, remembering when Marius' thought with his dick a few years back. Chaylie smelled the room, the scent of daimon lingered everywhere, but where's the sour-- oh. oh.

"Check out the bouncer, Marius. Think he could be our man?" She shifted her weight on her other legs, her fingers wrapping around a shot of whiskey. "How the fuck are we gonna get him out of the public eye?"

And with that, she drank.

Axeykins · Feb 15, 2016

"Dev?" He glanced in the direction of the bouncer. "Or is that Remmy tonight?" He had to squint, he couldn't tell from here the quads all looked and smelled about the same. "I can tell you don't come here as often as I do, that's one of the weres that helps run the bar with his parents. He does wreak almost as badly if not even worse than a Daimon, but you really don't want to mess with him. Unless it's wrestle the bear night, then you may win free drinks." He chuckled. "Besides, I think our target has moved outside. Stupid move seeing as that means they are now out of neutral ground and free game for us. Aaand of course easier to spot without such a big crowd in the way anyway. Hopefully." He shrugged and absentmindedly grabbed Connor's drink as he talked. Impulse and absentmindedness were his enemies some days. "Anyways, we had better get a move on before sun comes up. I don't exactly feel like becoming crispy bacon today."

kyaleesaurus · Feb 16, 2016

"I really liked that image Marius'." She squinted at the bouncer again. "Oh, you're right. Well, let's get this show on the road, then."

Chaylie slipped a $50 out of her bra and slid it towards the bar tender with an absentminded smirk.

"So who are we thinking? I saw a blonde man earlier who was acting fishy. I mean, he could be a rapist but do we want to risk it?"

Soviet Panda · Feb 16, 2016

"I don't believe I've ever had that experience." Connor said, remarking on how Marius had slept with a daimon in the past. He himself admitted that some of them did look pretty good. But how could he have gotten past the smell? Was he that rip roaring drunk to not even notice it? Then again, they couldn't get drunk, so that ruled that out. So how did he explain that? Who knew, he'd have to ask Marius himself about it. And he planned on doing just that up until the point the brat took his drink from him. Tapping the bottom of the glass up just that little bit more, he leaves the hunter to splutter about as he grabbed his hat. "I doubt it will be easier, just a new set of smells we should already be used to. That damn party is still going on, I doubt the night even slowed it down."

kyaleesaurus · Feb 17, 2016

"Of course the night hasn't slowed it down, it's fucking Friday night." Chaylie paused and pulled out her phone, checking the time. "Well, Saturday morning."

Despite knowing that the daimon had left the building, Chaylie scanned the room carefully, taking note of the different smells wafting around the body-jammed room. Sweat was the main smell, not surprising at all. Alcohol was the next prominent, fruity martini's, whiskey, beer, coke and rum - all the good, bad, and stuff in between. Also unsurprisingly testosterone and estrogen filled her nose, making her nose wrinkle up. Perfume, axe, deodorant. Then there was the smell of humans. Chaylie never really knew how to describe the smell that humans give off. Mortality mixed with the inevitableness of death? Whatever it was, it wasn't a good smell. But nothing was as bad as a daimon. That really smelled like a rotting corpse, mixed with maggots and off-milk. They were gross as fuck. Werewolves weren't that much better, except instead of smelling like maggots and off-milk, they smelled like wet dog and rotting meat - not all that dissimilar to a daimon, Chaylie really wasn't sure how she mixed the bouncer up with a daimon-- oh, the daimon would've had to pass by the bouncer, that's why. Wet dog mixed with rotting corpse, with an aftertone of mortality, and spices? Which creature gave off a spicy smell? She'll figure it out later. Whatever it was, it wasn't a priority.

She scanned the room again, with no success. There was only one daimon they knew of tonight, and they had left the building.

"There's definitely nothing in here, unless they went in the back rooms and I am not going back there. It's bad enough the smell of hormones fill the air here, my nose wouldn't be able to handle the raw smell of uncleaned mats stained with the aftermath of sex. Ugh."

Axeykins · Feb 17, 2016

"Could be anyone, I hear daimons these days like to dye their hair to blend in better and also for their own aesthetic appeal. Just look for anyone hunting a human or without a soul." He chuckled. Which then soon turned into a sputtering cough as Connor tipped the bottom of the drink up on him. Strong alcohol burned his nose and throat so much it made his voice hoarse. "Yeah, good luck tracking down the scent in these streets...and with as much perfume and cologne as some wear. Although some really don't smell all that terrible, it's mainly the ones who've fed. Their breath tends to smell like death." He wiped his mouth off and headed towards the door. "They're most likely outside now. Mama Lo doesn't allow any fooling around in the back rooms anymore after well....A few incidents occurred and caused too much of a ruckus."

kyaleesaurus · Feb 17, 2016

"Well they'll have a huge selection to feed on tonight, then." Chaylie sneered as she slipped through the crowd after Marius.

"What happened in the back rooms that Mama Lo stopped them using them?"

She sighed as they stepped outside, the fresh air bringing welcome relief to Chaylie's forehead. It was a cold night, but regardless she shrugged her jacket off and slung it over her shoulder. She followed Marius down the alleyway, her heels thudding against the uneven pavement.

"I'm more of the killer, than the tracker so this is where you take over big boy."

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Axeykins · Feb 17, 2016

"Yeah....Mardi Gras sure is a fun time for us isn't it?" He chuckled. "As for that back room thing? Normally she didn't mind as long as she at least knew them and they were quiet as possible. But one night one of those Buffy the vampire slayer wannabe's started luring hunters into the back room to kill them. It was quite a mess." He frowned as he closed his eyes to focus his senses and ability. Everything came into view as cool shades of blue and purple with brighter outlines and spots where sounds and energies bounced off more. And many many bright spots from the souls of people walking about. Nothing out of the ordinary yet.

kyaleesaurus · Feb 17, 2016

"Sounds fun." Chaylie focused then, ever so slowly her eyes changed to accommodate the energies and souls of people. Finally she blinked and what was meant to be bright spots of souls appeared before her. Instead of the bright energies, they appeared fuzzy, and uneven, distorted even. Her eyes flickered in and out of vision, but she could at least tell that everyone around her had what looked like souls. "I can't see any potential targets, although I can see jackshit with this ability."

Axeykins · Feb 17, 2016

"That's because this is more my talent. Sure other hunters can learn it a little bit. But I can see even better this way than I ever could normally. Actual details and more. The only thing I still can't do is read though unfortunately and faster objects are not exactly my best friends" He chuckled. Moving his head around to pick up on anything behind or beside them. "I would suggest not straining yourself too much though, we need more ready for the attack. Make sure Connor and the others are in contact too so we have backup if needed. I'll make sure my squire is nearby in case of emergency."

@kyaleesaurus @Beowulf @Crimson smile @Leggomyeggo @MadamMoon (just tagging to make sure others are caught up and get a chance to post more as well.)

Soviet Panda · Feb 17, 2016

"Tracking is just as much a part of the hunt as the actual kill." Connor said, right behind them. "A bigger part, if you ask me. If you can't track them, then you can't go for the kill simply because you can't find them. Luckily for us, we have us one of the best hounds in the business." Slapping the aforementioned hound on the back, I'm talking about Marius just in case you haven't noticed, and stepped past the two. "I'll be near by, keeping tabs on you two. If I think you found something, I'll follow. Give a signal in case I missed it though." And with that, he disappeared into the crowd. I say disappear, you could easily keep track of his hat bobbing around.

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