Hominus Nocturnum is an RPG based on the blockbuster hit, Blade: Trinity, starring Wesley Snipes, Ryan Reynolds, Jessica Biel, and many more colorful and talented actors! It is the third instalment of the popular Blade films (based on the comic book).
This RP takes place six months after the movie, and continues from the ORIGINAL ending of the movie. Dracula (or Drake) is dead, Blade has mysteriously dissapeared, but the Night Stalkers have moved on and returned to doing what it is they do best. Now with a group in every major city, they are working to rid the world of the vampires that still walk this earth.
Along with that information, after you have read up on all my other guidelines, do's, dont's, and whatnot, please do not hesitate in asking questions if you have them, and I hope you decide to join in on the fun!
Alliance: Leader of the L.A. division of The Nightstalkers.
Occupation: A hunter/slayer.
Physical Appearance:
Abigail is at the height of her physical prowess as a woman that keeps herself in shape with rigorous training. She's 5'8" weighing about 125lbs of near solid muscle. Her most distinguishing feature is her arms which must be in tip top shape in order to weild her weapon of choice, the bow and arrow. Her physique isn't one that could be called slender or petite. She's got meat on her bones and it only serves to aid her in that roundhouse kick or uppercut to the jaw.
Her heart-shaped face is lit by sparkling chocolate brown eyes that convey every cynical remark that her expressive lips barely need to form. Silken strands that are neither straight nor curly trail down her back and end somewhere beneather her shoulder blades. Her attire of choice is usually a pair of leather pants, combat boots and a vest/halter of some sort, all in practical colors ranging on the black/red end of the spectrum.
Personal Effects: A specially made bow and arrow set. The arrows are made of silver. She also carries some sort of a "daylight" emitting saber/harp weapon that's shaped similar to a bow, but where the string would be, there is a ray of energy very much like sunlight. This also folds up into a neat travel size. She never leaves home without her iPod either. Equipped with a variety of songs that aid her in her slaying adventures.
Weapon(s): Said bow and arrow, and saber device.
Modelled After: Jessica Biel
Personality Desc.:
To those who know nothing about her, she is a cold and uncaring killing machine. In fact, that is what interests her in this point and time of her life. Killing. She isn't concerned with the normal feminine things like dating or settling down. She knows that she has a gift of being able to put a stop to the pollution that's threatening to take over. When it comes to slaying, she's all business and takes her job very seriously.
Although once one gets to know her, they quickly find a chink in that armor. She's a deeply caring and funny person. Those couple of people that have worked their way into her heart, she would do anything for, even die. So deeply rooted is her sense of friendship. While she isn't a terribly animated person, choosing to hide behind a stoic exterior, she shares a common trait with the rest of the human race. She likes to laugh and when the mood suits her, likes to make others laugh. Corny jokes rarely flow from her lips however, laughter tends to take the form of cynical remarks and dry humor.
Abigail has a tendancy to bottle her feelings up. But she likes things that way, because she feels like she can use this as ammunition for when she needs to fight. She gets to let out all those feelings and bleed herself dry out on the battlefield. What more healthy way to express oneself than that?
History:
Her childhood was comprised of living with her single mother in an L.A. apartment just big enough for the both of them. Her mother tried to hide the details of her father from her. Tried to hide that and all the ugliness that the world was being consumed with. Of course, when ten year old Abigail found a stash of information about her father that her mother was hiding. Up until this point, the vampires had only been described as the "bad men" who did "bad things" in the dark of night. They hurt people. That's why she wasn't aloud outside after dark.
This stirred something within her. She became obsessed, and despite her mother's disapproval, she began to research as much as she could about vampires. When that was done, she began taking gymnastics in order to help her. A flyer for such an activity boasted that gymnastics was the bodies powerhouse, the foundation. Through gymnatics everything else could be mastered. Her mother was just grateful that her daughter was putting her energy into something more constructive than the very thing that she was trying to protect her from.
Little did she know how helpful her childish insight had been. She didn't tell her mother, but she knew that one day she was going to find her dad and help him. Gymnastics also helped her appreciate the power of music. The teacher would crank up the tunes as her little leotard clad students practiced balance and focus. After gymnastics came karate. She bought herself a walkman and a pile of tapes, much to the chagrine of her master. But she was a natural. When she was sixteen her and a friend were walking home from work one day and they were attacked out of no where. She didn't have her music, but she was still able to mop the floor with the young vampire. Even though he was just a fledgling, she still felt that this was a major turning point in her life.
A year later her mother died in an automobile accident. This threw Abigail off guard and she spent the next six months trying to find her father. When she finally did find him she told him about her interest in helping him. He seemed happy enough to see her, and there was no resentment about him not ever being there for her in her younger years. They both knew how her mother was. And so, she began her training with him. It wasn't long until The Nightstalkers was developed and she became the impromtu leader.
Known Relatives: Abraham Whistler (father, deceased), Terry Whistler (mother, deceased)
Special Relationships: Hannibal King - good friend and longtime partner in crime. Blade - Newly acquired friend, knew her father really well.
Sample RP:
The night was dark and rainy. Clouds loomed overhead and blocked out the stars that usually made nights like this seem a little more humane. A little less like evil was permeating through everyone's pores. But Abigail certainly wasn't afraid. It was these nights that she particularly liked. It usually meant that she got to clean things up a bit. Make things a little more right in the world.
Of course, she couldn't exactly look like she did normally. Self assured in her clinging leather pants and dominating combat boots. A tank top of no real specific design, but usually achieved the maximum goal, to show off her well muscled shoulders and toned arms. Of course, she wasn't stupid enough to be vain. She merely knew that sometimes a little intimidation went a long way. Don't think she would ever admit that outloud though.
So tonight she was dressed as a bag lady. One of her many favorites. An old black coat hung off her torso, and plain jeans covered her bottom half. Most of the time, within about thirty minutes of lingering in a back alley she had a few takers that thought they were doing L.A. a favor by eliminating one more homeless person off the street. That's when she remembered the warehouse they had visted not too long ago. Who knows how many more of those there were. People being harvested like crops. Showed exactly how the mentality of the vampire worked.
It disgusted her. Left a bad taste in her mouth that was only washed away with a little scale tipping. In their favor. As usual, her iPod was jammed securely in the waist band of her jeans and the ear pieces firmly tucked away in the hollows of her ears. She was facing the street, and usually had an uncanny sense of when someone was behind her. So the sound thing was never a problem. Music took away some of the monotony of waiting. Of course, that tingle that ran up her spine whenever she thought about the confrontation. Most people would say that she was suicidal. Had some sort of death wish. Maybe even enjoyed the thrill of coming so close to the inevitable for most people.
That wasn't it at all. She just enjoyed the smug look on those bastard's faces being blown to bits as her arrow hit home right in the center of their chests. Made her feel all warm inside. Speaking of bow and arrow sets. That was the only thing she didn't like about these up close and personal jobs. Usually there wasn't any room for her most favorite of weapons. Even though it did give her a chance to exercise her other skills, which her late father and trainer Whistler was always hounding her about, you still couldn't beat the sound of an arrow ...ironically enough... whistling through the air.
Finally, the trap was being sprung. The rain had all but died off onto a soft drizzle as a teenage boy ambled into the mouth of the alley. She had seen him pass a few times before and obviously her seeming obliviousness to the situation had piqued his interest. Among other things. She opened another trash can, forcing herself to not recoil from the smell...after all some people made their lively-hood from these things. She was no actress. No matter how Mr. King liked to tease her. Speaking of whom, should be near with reinforcments if the need called for it. Which it never did. Atleast for her. Evanescence blared through the speakers and she considered the irony of the song. My Immortal. Just seconds before the vamp teen moved behind her for the kill.
Imagine his surprise as she whipped the jacket off and turned to confront him before he had a chance to overpower her. Usually she let them get as close as getting their hands on her before she made her move. But he was alone tonight and got no such foreplay. The shocked look on his face was quickly replaced with anger. "What is this?" His voice was still high, he hadn't even had a chance to mature before they turned him. There wasn't a regretful bone in her body as she lashed out with her foot to take him off guard. It connected with him solidly in the stomach and any normal person would be coughing up their toes right now. A vampire on the other hand was merely driven back a few steps. For all practical purposes this boy was dead. And you can't murder someone who isn't alive in the first place.
Before he could even comprehend why this bag lady was attacking him in the form of a young, well oiled woman, she had her saber device out and with a few expert flicks of her wrist it was extended, the beam glowing brightly in the dark of the alley. Swinging her hand downward in an angry arc it sliced through the young vamp. His form all but melted away before her eyes and with the same flick of her wrist the device was back as it should be.
Shrugging into the coat, she decided to abandon the night early. Outings like this always left a bad taste in her mouth. Not because she felt like she did something wrong. But because the whole thing in the first place was wrong. Who in their right mind would turn a kid. Promising him hopes and dreams of a life of immortaility.
She turned up the music, wanting to drown out all the other thoughts in her head as she made her way back to the vehicle that Hannibal was waiting for her in.
I was kind of researching a little more about her. It's been a few months since I saw the movie. And anythign I didn't know I just kind of made up. I hope that was okay. If I left any information out that was stated in the movie, lemme know and I'll edit. Buuuut, here she is anyway.
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