Azrael
Shinigami
Flying>New York
Affected RPers

After days of flying, Azrael landed, taking on his human form, as he walked from the roof of the building in New York to an elevator. He took the lift down to the ground floor lobby, where the receptionist gave him a puzzled look, since she never saw him walk in the building. Azrael walked out of the door, into the packed streets of the big city.

There were people everywhere, and Azrael felt strange, knowing when every single one of them was going to die, and how. He felt especially strange when he saw a businessmen on his phone walk past him towards the intersection. To everyone else, he was completely normal. To Azrael, there were words and numbers above his head.

"Walks onto the street and is hit by bus."

The numbers above his head were dropping rapidly, from wears, to minutes, until eventually they slowed down to normal speed.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

The man stepped out onto the road, chatting on his phone, and was hit by a bus.

"Some Shinigami just got more life added to them." Azrael thought to himself. He continued walking away from the bloody scene as passers by ran towards the dead businessman.

After walking a few blocks, Azrael found a cheap motel, and made his way to the reception.

"You need a room for the night?" Said the receptionist. She sat on a chair behind a desk, working on a crossword puzzle.

"Yes thank you," Azrael said, sounding more expressionless than ever. He looked down at the crossword puzzle, looking at the hints. One stood out to him.
'God of Death'

"Shinigami" Azrael said to the receptionist, who looked up at him puzzled. He pointed to the section of the crossword where it belonged. "God of Death. 14 across."

"Thank you," the receptionist said, handing him a key as she took the money. "Room 24, just down the hallway."

Azrael accepted the keys, and walked over to the room, locking the door as he entered. He dumped his bag on the bed, and looked around the small room. After a few minutes. He found something in the drawers. A little sign to attach to his door. Do not disturb.

Azrael stuck the sign on the door, and locked it, turning into his Shinigami form as he entered the room. He turned on the TV, having the volume up, and phased through the wall flying out into the street.

Azrael landed on a building, looking down at the street at all the people walking past. If he were to start a new life here, Azrael would need money, and the easiest way is to do what a Shinigami does best.

After an hour, a car pulled up in the alley below. It parked and waited for fifteen minutes, until a man who was going out of his way to make sure he wasn't followed walked over to the car.

"Drug Overdose"

The man walked over to the driver side window, and put his hand in with a wad of cash, pulling out a bag of white powder.

"Drug dealers would have plenty of money." Azrael said to himself. He stood up, and jumped from the rooftop, landing on the top of the car, and crushing the roof in. Azrael climbed off the car onto the ground, and ripped the door off. The driver was a man in his twenties, who stared at Azrael, terrified.

"What are you?" he asked, trying to to sound scared.

Azrael remained silent, and put his hand into the car, pulling the man out. He stuck his hand in the mans pocket, taking his wallet, then when he had no need for him, threw the man onto the road at the end of the alley. Where he was hit by a car.

He looked at the man who bought the drugs, and contemplated killing him, not wanting witnesses there. But he knew that nobody would trust his opinion, being a drug addict.

Azrael flapped his wings down, and flew up into the sky, leaving the scene. An hour later he was back in his motel room, counting the money he made, and filling the death diary.

"Drug dealer, +4 years."




Flint
Human with Dragon Powers
London, UK
Affected RPers: None

Flint opened the door to his apartment, and threw the keys into the bowl next to the door, as he walked to the couch. It had been a rough day at work, and Flint dropped onto it, sinking into the cushions.

He had been with the Anti-Terrorist Branch of the police force, where they infiltrated a house which acted as a base of operations for a terrorist group. Inside were numerous bags of fertiliser, used to make explosives. Gunshots were fired, but overall the mission was a success. The people were arrested, and the fertiliser and some explosives that hadn't been used yet were taken and destroyed.

"How was your day?" Flint said to the goldfish that swam in the small cubic tank on the kitchen bench. It didn't respond, which didn't surprise Flint.

"Almost 7 years since I ran away." Flint thought to himself. He hadn't had a close call in over three years. He wondered if they had given up on ever finding him, but soon shook the thought. Their experiments with dragons blood were a success, and they didn't have access to it before the year Flint was born. They would never give up on finding him. They had invested a lot in him, and saw him as their property.

"I will never be free." Flint sighed as he thought to himself. He would be hunted, all because of a decision that wasn't his.

Flint sat on the couch watching TV until early hours of the morning. He had a late shift the next day, and could afford to sleep in. At four am, he finally went to sleep.

Dalton Amaro
Half Vampire
Vampire Hunter
Central London (Beginning), Los Angeles (End)
Affected RPers: Anypne in LA who wants to find him

Dalton stood by the corner of the building, looking at his phone, rapidly tapping the screen. To a passer by he was sending a text message. What they didn't know was that the camera app was open, and he was looking at the church across the road on his screen. Inside the church was a member of his father's old gang, The Blood Angels. Five year's ago the gang split up, and were in different countries. So far he had only been able to track one. Daniel, Stefan's supposed best friend.

After a few minutes, Dalton saw a man walk out of the church. The sudden smell of blood that hit Dalton confirmed his suspicions. This man smelt more like blood that the average human. This man was a vampire.

Dalton pocketed the phone, and put his left hand in the right side of his jacket, grabbing his Suppressed S&W .500 Magnum, keeping it hidden. If Daniel wasn't willing to talk, he might need some convincing.

The vampire turned onto a quieter street, and Dalton waited a few minutes before going onto the street. The less people around, the harder it is to follow someone. Keeping his distance, Dalton followed the vampire into an alley.

As Dalton walked into an alley, he stopped. Nobody was there. It was a trap. He moved his right hand into the sleeve of his left arm, and held onto the hilt of his knife.

"You smell different." said a voice from behind him. Dalton froze.
"See vampires smell like blood. A lot of it. So do humans, but not as much. But not you." said the voice, "I could barely smell the blood on you. As if you have cleaned yourself excessively. You know who do that? Vampire hunters..."

Dalton pulled the knife out of the sheath sewed to the inside of his sleeve, and slashed at where the mans neck should be. The man quickly grabbed Dalton's wrist, and held it in place. His strength and speed exceeded Dalton's. Dalton had no doubt in his mind now. This man is definitely a vampire.

"Are you Daniel of the Blood Angels?" Dalton asked.
"Who is asking?" Daniel replied, slightly loosening his grip on Dalton's wrist.
"The son of Mary and Stefan. They were killed by members of the Bloody Angels, who didn't approve of Stefan being with a human." Dalton replied. "I want names and locations of the vampire's who killed my parents."
Daniel seemed confused, then smirked.
"That's what you think? You really don't know?" Daniel laughed.
"Don't know what? Look, are you going to tell me, or will I have to force the answers out of you?" Dalton yelled.
"The gang has separated, but I am still loyal. I know who was involved with your parent's death. I was part of the group. But I won't tell you anything else."

Dalton lit a flame on his palm, then wrapped his arm around Daniels. Daniel yelled in pain as he let go of Dalton, who kicked forward. Daniel disappeared from in front of Dalton, causing the kick to miss, and Dalton to lose his balance. Daniel reappeared behind him and kicked him to the ground.

"Damn he's fast." Dalton thought to himself, as Daniel reappeared in front of him. Dalton got up, and crouched, holding his knee where Daniel kicked him.

"Shame. Your father was weak. Though even he was stronger than you." Daniel laughed.

When Daniel was distracted, Dalton jumped up, and spear-tackled Daniel. Before Daniel could get up, Dalton pulled out his revolver and shot him in the shin. Daniel screamed in pain at the wound, which viciously bled.

"Are you going to tell me what I want to know?" Dalton asked Daniel.

"Go to hell!" Daniel yelled clutching his leg.

Dalton aimed the gun at the other leg and shot in the same place. He walked over to Daniel, and picking him up by the collar, pushed and held him against the wall.

"I have another 30 rounds in my jacket, and will be here all night if I have to." Dalton said, as blood poured on the ground around them from the wounds. "Tell me what I want to know."

"Edward. USA. He was the only person from the Blood Angels I knew involved in your parents murder." Daniel said softly, crying from the pain of the gunshots. Dalton put the gun away, and let go of Daniel, causing him to fall to the ground.

"I will find him and the rest of them and kill you all. If you lied to me, I will find you again, and we will do the same thing." Dalton said as he walked away. After a few seconds he heard a scream. He turned around and saw Daniel hobbling towards him. Daniel jumped, and attempted to grab Dalton, but was stopped by a gunshot to the head.

"Rot in hell, scum." Dalton said at the corpse on the ground, as he left the alley.

Three days later, Dalton walked out of LAX Airport, looking for a tattoo parlour to get another line on his wrist. One line for each vampire. After that, the hunt will continue...