[i][u]"We await thy return. For the honor of Cainhurst."[/u][/i] -Annalise, Queen of the forbidden castle Cainhurst, and ruler of the Vilebloods [i][u]For Death Cometh For All[/u][/i] [u][i]Dojoville, 5:59 PM Irina, The Last Vileblood Isaac, the Old Ranger[/i][/u] [i]Massive, bristling crowds of men, women and children moved throughout the streets and sidewalks of Dojoville, the sky a beautiful orange as the sun had begun to set, the massive star in the sky slowly making its way down as darkness would soon fall upon the land, the moon slowly beginning to rise over the landscape as people continued to move throughout the city below the Dojo. Chatting, laughter and joy could be heard as civilians and soldiers conversed, even with the Twilight attacking, Názis invading, and even a new threat: something about a "Vileblood" and an "Executioner". Those who spoke of the two showed little fear, and some even threatened to find the ones that identified themselves by these names and "teach them a lesson".[/i] [i]In fact, one man in particular thought this way, except he took it to the next level. A grisly, old New Californian Ranger, his mask hanging at his belt, which was slightly hidden by the tattered brown coat he wore over his kevlar and titanium suit of armor. He had only a Smith and Weston 500 Magnum at his side, loaded and ready to fire. His head was shaped quite sharply, his elderly face old and weathered, dark blue eyes staring intensely at the ones he was speaking to, his light grey goatee messy and unclean as if he hadn't shaved in years.[/i] "I bet if I ever met one of them b*stards, they wouldn't even be able to react to me slamming a cap into their head!" [i]The Ranger chuckled darkly as the men and women he was speaking to laughed abruptly, clearly satisfied by his grotesque sense of humor. To those that had known him, this man was Isaac, the creator of Ella and her assumed father.[/i] [i]Of course, peace didn't last too long. It never did. Suddenly walking out of the shadows of a darkened alleyway, a 6'3 foot tall, extremely thin woman began to approach the old Ranger, who had turned his head to the platinum blonde-headed beauty, her light blue eyes twinkling slightly as she walked right up to him, her black leather pointed hat covering her head, a pure white pigeon feather sticking out of the back. The woman's garb was dark leather as well, her shoulder pads, gauntlets and boots all leather and yet, finely crafted, as if they were from a foreign land. Waiting in its sheath was a rather impressive weapon: A 5'9 foot long straight katana sword, the blade of the weapon shining rather brightly, as if it had been cleaned recently. A dagger protruding from the end of the handle of the weapon, 2'6 feet long and also taken care of. On her back was a 5'4 foot long curved katana, and at her side was an adorned flintlock pistol. [/i] "Well, hello there, beautiful. What's a pretty gi-" [i]Isaac attempted to jokingly flirt with the newcomer, clearly not intimidated by her strangely fear-inducing presence. That was, until the woman suddenly drew her pistol, slammed the barrel into his neck before he could even react, and pulled the trigger, all of this happening in the blink of an eye.[/i] [i]Civilians began screaming loudly as a gunshot sounded across the city, the NCR Ranger falling to the cold street, the bullet having gone straight into his brain. One down. Many more to go. Grinning madly, Irina sheathed her flintlock pistol and drew her Rakuyo, breaking the dagger away from the sword and beginning to rapidly spin into the crowds of innocents, cleaving through necks, limbs, bones and more as she kept up her wild grin of excitement. Five minutes later, the Vileblood Huntress stood upon the corpses of around sixty dead innocents. She ignored the blood dripping from her clothing and face as she began to make her way to the Dojo. [/i] ((Open as hell. WARNING: IF YOU COME HERE TO FIGHT IRINA, YOU MAY OR MAY NOT PERMA-DIE. PLEASE INFORM ME IF YOU ARE ALRIGHT WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF A PERMANENT DEATH.))