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The Brit Cops; You're Nicked
Topic Started: May 5 2009, 01:07 AM (661 Views)
Stu	May 5 2009, 01:07 AM Post #1
I dislike you Posts: 5,445 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: November 26, 2006	Name: Detective Chief Inspector Alfred "Alfie" Carter Race: Vampire DOB: August 16th, 1785 Height: 5' 11''/ Appearance: Posted Image Nationality: British English Bio: Alfred Carter was born into near poverty in 18th century London. With a low level of education, he worked as a stablehand into his early 20s with his brother Paul, before they both got taken in by the recuiters for the british army. After 3 years fighting in the Napoleonic wars, suffering hardship, floggings and seeing friends die, the siblings decided "bugger this" and deserted. Using contacts made in their time there, they managed to stow away on a ship back to London and got home. Unable to get proper work and wanting to keep a low profile, the pair turned to petty theft to survive, Mostly pickpocketing and the ocassional burglary. This went on for a few years, the pair keeping out of incarceration and getting into anything more heavy, until one night they decided on a big score at the house of a mysterious upper class recluse, who was said to always be out at night, though no one knew where. But this night was different. The pair were walked in on by the shadowy Mr. Whyre. Not thinking much of the man's threat level, especially alone, the brothers moved in to subdue him, only to be swiftly knocked out with one blow each. Alfie woke up alone, restrained helplessly in Whyre's cellar. After a day or two, he'd be visited by Paul, who seemed...different. He assured Alfie that Whyre was their friend, and could do a lot for them both, and in fact, already had for Paul. Alfie was already weak and exhausted by this point as as his brother closed in, he succumbed to the sudden pain in his neck he felt before everything went black. Alfie woke up in bed in the upper levels of the house, Whyre and Paul looking down on him. Whyre tried to explain that he understood what the brothers were doing there originally was just trying to survive, and he was merely enabling that, albeit more...permanently. Alfie didn't want to hear it though, and despite Paul's protests made to leave, but as Whyre carefully drew the curtains open to let in a ray of sunlight briefly, burning Alfie for a moment, he learned it wasn't that simple. Made to wait till dark, Alfie heard the basics of what being a vampire entailed, and he was horrified, both by Whyre's callousness in his belief that humans were just cattle for Vampires and the fact Paul seemed to hang on every word. As soon as it went dark he dragged Paul away, trying to make him see sense, but soon grew weak, having not fed since being turned. Paul suggested getting him something, but Alfie knew what that meant. The only other alternative was Paul taking him back to Whyre, who already had a supply of blood that he provided in a chalice. Resisting at first, Alfie inevitably gave in and accepted the nourishment. As he was busy feeding, Paul slipped out without being noticed. When Alfie realised and asked Whyre, the elder vampire said with apparent relish "a family reunion". With only one possible meaning to that, Alfie rushed to his own family home, where his widowed mother still lived, managing to stop Paul before he made his presence known to her and took him to the closed stables they used to work at, where an argument broke out. Paul had fully embraced Whyre's philosphy, and didn't want to scrape by for a living and staying in poverty till the day he died, and he just wanted their family to do well. Alfie said he wouldn't let him do this to their mother and Paul attacked him. In the struggle, a lantern was knocked down and the whole place started to go up in flames. Paul had been used to his powers a bit longer, getting the upper hand. Breaking a wooden rake into a makeshift stake, Paul lunged to finish his brother off, but Alfie dodged, picking up a flaming piece of wood. There was a tense standoff, as Alfie pleaded with Paul one last time, but in the end, Alfie had to end it, catching Paul in the chest as he leapt at him, reducing him to ash within seconds. Escaping the inferno, stricken with grief and rage, Alfie charged back to Whyre's house, determined to gain revenge, only to find the place empty, with most of Whyre's possessions gone. Attempts to track him down were fruitless, as Alfie would wind few had heard of Whyre or knew much about him. Left with a physical need for sustenance and an emotional need for retribution, the following months and years saw many an unmissed crook and thug disappear from the streets. Alfie's mother never saw him again and as far as she knew her boys were still out there somewhere. Decades past and Alfie continued on this course until one day near the end of the century he was captured alive by the authorities. Specifically a clandestine british intelligence organisation, versed to some degree in the supernatural and unexplained. Offered a new life as an agent, he was trained, both conventionally and in regards to developing his natural vampire abilities and put to work working for the Empire. His activities were clouded in mystery, but it is known that he was involved in a few select missions during the first world war, then more actively during the second, put to work specifically to investigate and sabotage Nazi Projects based in occult areas. One such mission turned out to be a trap laid specifically to capture him, succeeding. The scientist in charge had been working to use vampire soldiers in the war effort, but realised that until the very obvious problem with sunlight was resolved, such an endeavour would only be part-way succesfull. Alfie was to be the latest test subject for a process that was intended to overcome this. Unable to break free, Alfie was restrained within a special booth and immersed in an unusual energy field for several hours. The process ended just as Dawn broke, and Alfie was rather unceremoniously wheeled out in the courtyard, uncovered in full exposure of the sun...and remained normal. Nothing else had changed about him. He was still a vampire, having the same strength and thirst and lack of heartbeat, but the Nazis had suceeded in creating a repeatable process, and with that, didn't need him. Minutes later he was facing a squad of flamethrower wielding soldiers, and mused "The cure for sunburn is worse than the ailment". But the execution was disrupted as the base came under attack, an american force led by one Max Parker responsible. The battle was bloody but brief, the base actually being destroyed by pre-placed charges 10 minutes into the fighting. Later, Max informed Alfie that Nazi Soldiers actually killed the scientists and destroyed the base and all research, presumably to stop the technology from falling into Allied hands. "Good." was all Alfie said. The pair for some reason found themselves assigned to work with each other on a fairly regular basis after that throughout the war, and became friends and (affable) rivals, with a tendency to exaggerate their individual accomplishments on joint missions and the frequency they saved each others' skins during such times. After the war, Alfie went back to intelligence, MI6 specifically, dealing again with all sorts of unusual matters. He left the Service sometime in the 1980s, deciding he needed a change of pace, joining the police, becoming a commanding officer in a Scotland Yard based department for the supernatural... Personality: Alfie is a generally affable guy, with a strong sense of loyalty and lack of judgment for anyone. He's had his darker moments though and his methods can broaden to suit the situation (he's not a stickler for rules and abhors technicality), but he'll usually restrain himself during the course of his investigations. He's never forgotten his origins though, and Whyre's evasion of him nags at him below the surface, as does what happened to his brother. He's tried to do his bit to help his team and give them the support the unconventional often lack, and is eager to make friends with those he meets, though has a semi-serious chip on his shoulder about his nationality. He's accepted what he is and tries to make the most of it, having numerous relationships and friendships over his lifetime, and amassed something of a fortune and collection at his sizeable London home. Powers and Abilities: Enhanced Strength- has been known to rip an arm or two off with one hand Enhanced Speed- Can beat a Cheetah in a flat race and has lightning fast reflexes to match Enchanced Agility-can leap a single storey from standing position with no runup Enhanced Senses- see in the dark, picks up sounds humans couldn't, strong enough sense of smell to recognise people and races by scent, and identify various elements of it ("You had beans and sausage for breakfast") Telekinesis-can move objects up to the size of an average watermelon using his mind Telepathy- can mentally communicate with anyone not actively blocking him out Vampiric Healing ability which works passively when he's wounded, but can be sped up if he concentrates on it or drinks some extra blood. Dominate- can bring most people under his control by locking their gaze. As an intelligence operative and soldier has also been trained to an high standard to all types of paramilitary skills, firearms and self defence (including Judo, Boxing, CQC), and was already a proficient hand to hand fighter before joining the british army. Excellent swordsman and experienced to certain degrees in other melee weapons such as staffs, spears, knifes... Knows how to fly RAF Fighter Planes/Jets and Helicopters, also to control other military vehicles such as some tanks. Weapons and Equipment: (a bit vague right now) Wears a durable body armour vest to protect from gunshots and stakings from the front and back Double Edged custom made steel sword Semi Automatic Handgun (I need to do some more research) Sawn off Shotgun Name: Detective Inspector Charles "Charlie" Morrison Race: Werewolf Age: 34 Height: 6'0''/8' Appearance: Just imagine Gerald Butler in his non-spartan roles, wearing a suit and tie for now. Nationality: Scottish Bio: A Glasgow Homicide Detective, Charlie Morrison investigated a string of violent deaths within the city, displaying woundings that appeared to be caused by a large animal, which wouldn't make sense given the disparate areas the victims were found in and the citie's industrial nature in general. Soon after the case began, an English DCI named Alfred Carter came to the city help, though actually this mostly meant him telling the locals to stay out of his way. Morrison didn't listen and pursued his own investigation, though. The two's paths converged on the same night, with Morrison finding Carter in a life or death struggle with something huge and hairy in a local park. The creature got Carter pinned down with one arm and reared back with claws to run him through the head with the other but got distracted as Morrison charged, stopping to catch snach him up with his jaws around his torso and toss him aside, giving Carter the opening to stick the beast with a silver dagger through the heart. Which was a problem, as Carter believed this was the work of group of werewolves and had intended to capture this one alive in order to find the rest of the pack. Morrison survived his wounds, but Carter opened up to him about had happened to him, and what he himself really was. He told Morrison that the only lead they had now was if Morrison let himself become a Werewolf permanently, passing over the window for curing himself. Morrison took some time to let this sink in, but soon agreed. After just enough mental preparation aided by Carter to allow him to cotrol himself, when he changed for the first time he gain an intuitive connection to the pack, who all shared similar line of infection, and led Alfie to them, where they managed to put an end to the killings for good. After this, Charlie joined Alfie's team. Personality: In human form, he isn't prone to saying much or opening up, but his team know he cares. Uses the stoic, intimidating Glasweigian persona to his advantage in interrogation and questioning. As a wolf, struggles to be as restrained. Has taken a lot of meditation and mental exercises to control himself as much as he does. Hates how his clothes tear when changing, so has had his wardrobe magically enchanted so anything kept in it adapts to his other forms. Powers/Abilities: Can change into an 8 foot tall bipedal werewolf, OR a four legged variation of about the same mass/build. Is physically stronger than Alfie, and has batted him across the room during sparring sessions Isn't quite as fast Alfie is, but in four legged form can chase down most suspects. Overall keener senses, including smell and hearing even more effective than Alfie's, making him a very effective tracker. Faster reflexes as a human. Instant Alpha- Around dogs or wolves he automatically commands a dominant status, both in human or were form, and can control their actions. The Were Pack he was infected by also seemed to have been meddling mystically to instill in themselves some higher level powers, including: "Big Bad Wolf" mode- huff, puff, blow you down. Range of about 40 meters. Can knock over a group of about 20 people down in one breath, and when unleashed indoors can overturn a typical office, flipping over tables, terminals, filing cabinets, blowing windows out. Obviously dependant on how deep he breathes in beforehand Elemental Claws: His claws are deadly enough as it is, but he can infuse a freezing effect(one which he can extend in specific directions at will) or a flaming one in them. Is unaffected by his own fire while it IS his own fire (e.g. he can't set himself on fire by slapping himself, but if he sets something on fire it can be used against him). Physically tough before being a werewolf and trained proficiently to handle mundane attackers, though Alfie's also given him some hand to hand training. Name: John. Just John. Race: Android Age: Unknown Appearance: Posted Image Bio: A bit of a mystery, he's an Android that is linked to Alfie, and seems to fulfill the role of Detective Sergeant within the group, despite having no official rank. Is very obviously based on the "Dignified English Gentleman" archetype, specifically John Steed, fictional character of 60s british spy show The Avengers. Personality: Saving Queen and Country, but not before tea, of course. Very well mannered, even to those he faces in battle. Aware of what he is, but still keeps in character. Powers/Abilities: Made of a futuristic material called Carbon Nanotubes, he's incredibly resistent to damage(think Iron Man), but can be "stunned" by an attack powerfull enough to knock his internal systems out of alignment T-X Level Strength EMP shielding He's also designed with "Inspector Gadget" style expandable limbs (ten meter max length) and all sorts of hidden features within his frame: -torch, tractor beam and magnetic beam generators within his hands, as well as an energy absorbtion/redistribution system (demonstrated when he took in Victoria's lightning attack and later used the electricity in his own response -a fan in his mouth -a sophisticated HUD with interchangable views (heat vision, night vision), record and playback -Petabytes of Memory capacity, but oddly isn't programmed to be much better at maths than a reasonably intelligent person Weapons and Equipment: Apart from himself...an Umbrella. His bowler is also made of Carbon Nanotubes internally, so he could potentially use it in a fight. Name: DC Susanne "Susie" Swanston. Race: Human Age: 24 Nationality: British English Appearance: Posted Image Bio: Susie was born into a middle class Hastings family, and was brought up with lots of love and attention. Not just from her parents, but her warm, sage grandmother, who always had wise words for Susie as she grew up, and plenty of fantastical imaginative stories to tell her, though Susanne wouldn't notice it, it's something that made her mother a bit uncomfortable when she did, but she let it go. When Susanne's grandmother passed away when she was 15, she left behind a number of things to her family. Susanne found it odd that her mother wanted to vet said things alone first before anyone else, and it seemed like a number of things were removed from the house before she got to look over it, but found something her mother had overlooked. An old book. She'd actually find that the reason her mother overlooked it was because her grandmother had intended it for Susie only and had put a spell on it that kept everyone but her from noticing it's existence until Susie found it. The book was full of spells. Very low level, safe ones. Mostly tricks and small spectacles. Nothing that could be used to hurt the caster or anyone else. Included was a letter from her grandmother, explaining that Susie came from a line of magic users, one that had diminished as time went on and modern life's developments made much of their skills unnecessary but also people's perceptions more akin to fear the practitioners. Her grandmother had saw the sense in reducing this tradition, but not outright ending it. Susie's mother had no wish to learn or for Susie to either, but her grandmother felt that Susie should have the right to choose herself and left the option open to her. Susie secretly practiced using this book for a couple of years, finding a natural gift for it. But eventually her mother discovered the secret and expressly forbid it. Susie couldn't understand her mother's view and lack of support and communication broke down between the two, Susie leaving home at 17, getting a minimum wage job as a waitress while suplementing this by performing "Magic Tricks" on the street. Truthfully Susie didn't know what her goal was. She didn't see how magic could earn her an honest living, but she loved doing it. She couldn't really advance much further than she had though, unable to find any other real sources of education or tutelage until hearing about a someone who could supposedly supply such material. This involved going to a small rundown bookshop opened during unusual hours at night, where a rather creepy man named Fallfax greeted her and dazzled her with a long list of titles. When enquiring at price, the man just grinned and proposed Susie doing him a "favour" in exchange for a discount. Sensible enough to know what he was driving at she tried to diplomatically turn him down, but he persisted, trying to tell her that true power required sacrifices of many kinds. She got more firm with him, but he got firmer, as she found herself pinned to the way by some force he was no doubt the cause of. Before this went any further however, the shop window was blasted open by gunfire and in stepped Alfred Carter and Charlie Morrison, telling him to let her go, though perhaps their element of surprise was squandered as Susie found the force holding her loosened as it was redirected as the two policemen, pinning them to the ceiling. Even Charlie turning his Were form couldn't overcome it, as the force began to press inward on the two, crushing them. Fallfax had completely disregarded Susie by this point though, having assumed she was just some goth chick without any actual powers, and while it was true she was pretty harmless, the bright light show illusion set off right in his face and the full volume bird song one thrown into his eardrums simultaneously certainly made him startled enough that his concentration failed and the Vampire and (more importantly) 8 foot tall werewolf came down off the ceiling, him breaking their fall. In the aftermath, Susie was worried she'd get in trouble but Alfie gave her reassurances that nothing would come of it. He admitted that the law on magic use wasn't exactly well-defined and in any case she had helped them out, so not only would she not be charged with anything, but Alfie offered her an opportunity to take the next step in her training with some people and material he could give her access too if she wanted to join the force and his later his team. She jumped at the chance. Personality: Susie is a rather focussed person, which at times can make her seem a bit cold, but she's actually very nice once a someone gets to know her and she has a regard for Alfie that some could mistake as a jealousy and possessiveness (as the assumption that she and him were involved by the Met folks showed). She still hurts a bit from the conflict with her mother, and is always on the cusp on trying to mend things, before chickening out. Name: Detective Constable Robbie Pritchard Race: Half Fae, Half Human Age: 22 Nationality: Welsh British Height: 5'8'' Appearance: Boyish good looks, with light brown hair just long enough to cover his ears at the side and touch the base of his neck at the bottom. Dresses neatly, but has an air of nervousness and being wet-behind-the-ears. Bio: Helen Pritchard was a free spirit as a young woman, heavily interested in the New Age and nature. An enviromental activist, as a student she joined a protest group camping out in a wood that was scheduled to be cut down. One of the nights, she was woken by a presence, seeing a golden glow nearby. Without waking her companions she followed it, finding a moonlight stream, standing in which was a handsome, pointy eared male, whose presence had a calming effect on her somehow. Without a word between them, the pair spent the night together, Helen waking up the next day to find things as if he'd never been there. She couldn't even find the stream again. Putting it down as just a wonderfull dream, she carried on with her life, but within a few weeks she noticed the signs. She was pregnant. Although scared and confused at first, she decided to go through with it, and after a pretty standard pregnancy gave birth to Robbie, who only showed any indication of what his father was with ears that were't quite rounded at the top, not something that would be noticed with a casual look and could be dismissed easily if observed. Helen moved on with her life, and raised her son, finding a new love and getting married, carrying on her education with this new support in order to become a nursery school teacher. Robbie knew the man who raised him wasn't his biological father, but nothing of his true one, but he was happy with what he had. As he got older, he started to realise that he had certain abilities and senses, but kept them to himself. But when he was 20, he was visited by his father and several other Fae, dressed in regular clothing, but having an aura of familiarity to him. Explanations followed. His father was the Fae King Oberon who at the time of his meeting Robbie's mother was aenjoying a night free of responsibility, and spent it with Helen. He'd now come back, and wanted Robbie to go back to his realm with him, and be a prince proper. Robbie was less than enthusiastic, feeling Oberon was rather thoughtlessy coming and going as he pleased through Robbie's life, and only taking his own desires into account. He didn't want anything to go with Oberon, preferring to let his father know he'd live his own life. Oberon didn't take this well, and said he would come with him, whether he liked it or not. The servants then were around Robbie before he knew it. He struggled as they started to take him away, unable to break free, but continued trying, getting more and more anxious before blacking out. He woke up to find the area trashed. trees turned over, hills sprouted up, cracks in the road, underground, water pipes burst, and the other Fae unconscious or stunned. Luckily no one else was injured. The first authorities on the scene were (of course) Alfie, Charlie, John and Susie. The Fae regrouped, and there was a standoff between the two forces, with Oberon and Alfie apparently familiar with each other. The two argued in Fae, which Robbie somehow understood. Oberon: What are you doing here, Alfred!? Alfie: Don't take that tone with me, mate. You're the foreign dignitary standing in a disaster zone. You come up with the explanations. Oberon: This is my son. He is coming with me! Alfie: Right...and I suppose he was so enthusiastic that he got over excited and made this mess here, eh? Oberon: There are things he doesn't understand. Time with me will help that... Alfie: It seems time with you is something he's not ready for. Best walk away and we'll pretend this didn't happen. Oberon: He's is MY SON! I SHOULD BE ABLE TO- Alfie: He's not just your son! He's clearly half human. And a british national. Not to mention a full-grown adult. His decisions are his own to make. And taking him against his will is going to be technically kidnapping. You don't want an international incident. Oberon: IMPUDENT VAMPIRE!! I WILL...WILL... Alfie: You'll nothing. Hey, Fairyboy, what's you're name? Robbie: Uh...Robbie. Alfie: You want to go with your old man, Robbie? Robbie: No. Alfie: Right. That's settled. Oberon: IT IS NOT! You'll give me my son! He needs protection! Alfie: From what? Fairy Assassins? Your enemies out to hurt or manipulate you? You take the boy now and you'll just make another one for yourself. Oberon: What other choice do I have? Alfie: Funny you should ask... A discussion was had afterwards, and Oberon grudgingly agreed that Robbie would be under both Alfie's protection and supervision, working in his team to make up for and prevent a repeat of the incident that brought him to their attention. Seeing the alternative, Robbie felt obliged to agree and a deal was struck. So Robbie lived most of his life in the mundane world, albeit in circumstances of a supernatural nature ocassionally running into more of his people and trying to distance himself from their culture while taking advantage of the gifts he had because of them. Personality: Robbie is a sensitive, slightly neurotic person, and the least experienced member of his team. He's got a good heart, but his fears of what he could with the powers he has make him hold back, though partly this is also out of spite for his father. Powers and Abilities: As a half fae, Robbie has the ability to command natural terrain, plant life, weather, running water and regular animals. Offensively he can use this in a physical way (e.g. burying enemies under dirt, catching them with vines/roots, hurling/dropping boulders on them, causing tremors). He can also tap into the lifeforce of the planet to heal his physical wounds, cure poisons and clear certain mental status effects. Though he has to actually be physically touching the earth in some way. He also has a natural grace and agility from his fae side, giving him excellent poise, balance and speed, at a slightly above peak human level. His royalty also gives him authority over other fae folk and a regard from other creatures of a mystical nature in Britain, though he is loathe to exercise it or even meet such people. Edited by Stu, Aug 27 2010, 10:20 PM.
	Aurondarklord--You Are Terminated says: OKAY, THERE YOU HAVE IT! I ADMITTED BEING WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING!!! PRINT IT OUT AND HAVE IT FUCKING FRAMED!!


Stu	May 6 2009, 09:55 PM Post #2
I dislike you Posts: 5,445 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: November 26, 2006	Updated with final member
	Aurondarklord--You Are Terminated says: OKAY, THERE YOU HAVE IT! I ADMITTED BEING WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING!!! PRINT IT OUT AND HAVE IT FUCKING FRAMED!!


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