CIty of the Damned: OOC/Signup (Hey looooooook more vampires)

Old bones creaked as the pale, fit man sat up in the coffin. He rolled his neck, working out kinks that had been there for a very long while. The man watching him tapped his foot impatiently as the vampire flexed and stretched. After a long while, he was done. The vampire finally spoke, in a bored-sounding tone, “What is it you would ask of me, father?”
The white robed priest swallowed and began to monologue, “The forces of hell are again awoken. Of course, who do the people of the world look to to save them but their religions. Now, since your sleep the religions of the world have formed a vampire-hunting squad, Hellfire Phalynx-“
The vampire cut him off, interrupting, “Yes, I know. I’ve watched. And by the way, Mount Rushmore’s Lincoln looks nothing like the man.”
The priest continued, obviously a bit irritated. He spoke again, clearer and louder, “Yes yes, well, in short what it is is that we once more need your help in fighting the wayward souls.”
The vampire smiled, baring sharklike teeth. “Anything for the papacy.”
The pale vampire swung his legs out of the coffin and stood up, removing from the coffin a shortsword that had been laying next to him for century upon century. “If I may ask, what date is it?”
The priest smiled and than spoke, “Oh, that. November 5th, 2013.”
The vampire giggled with glee, and then spoke, laughing all the while, “I’ll be awake for Christmas!”
The priest smiled at the vampire’s joy, and then responded, “Yes, yes. Now the attacks seem to be centered in Rome, and the world’s major religions are already sending emissaries to deal with the Vatican and His Holiness.”
The vampire scowled, snarling, “Those bureaucrats and their bureaucracy.” He raised the blade to his vision, reading the glowing Latin engravings. Gabriel, angelus tenebris. He then looked at the back of his hand, gazing on the cross he had permitted to be branded there so many years ago. Stakes and knives may take my life, but crosses shall not burn me. He made a little smile at that. He had sworn himself to the forces of religion, the symbols gave him power. But now to go, for the Church and humanity needed him.
The demon roared as he awakened, still in his prison in the deepest pits of damnation. Millenia had passed since his death, when he was killed by an angelic vampire. Such contradiction. What a shame, the little turncoats betraying their own kindred. Still, he had been awakened for some reason. He began to struggle again, testing the rusty chain that held him. Satan had weakened it! He writhed, feeling the links weaken. Eventually, he was able to tear free. He evaporated into a swarm of bats and flew for the overworld.

Other assorted shit:

Rules
1. Yes, this will be violent, bloody, and unpleasant.
2. Relationships are fine, but no detail about what goes on under the sheets coffin lid.
3. If you want to be an apprentice/draculina, you can start as a human. Otherwise, no humans (Unless you want to get pwnded)
4. Regeneration is limited.

Vampires and vampire accessories
So you're a vampire.
Yep, you're now a member of either Hell's Legion or Hellfire Phalynx. What does being a vampire mean? It means super strength, super speed, flitting, regeneration, and other assorted swag. These things will be described later. Yes, you will need to drink blood.


Regeneration
Most, if not all, vampires can regenerate. This means that almost all wounds (Described later) can and will heal, including total destruction of all but one cell. This drains them according to the severity of the wound, and some wounds will not heal until certain requirements are met.

Blessed and Damned weapons
There are two varieties of weapons that can kill a vampire and that a vampire regenerates slowly from. These are them. Blessed and damned weapons inflict slow-healing injuries on vampires that will not heal until the fight is over. They also reduce a vampire to a mortal human when they are in the flesh. Damned weapons are a deep crimson, where blessed weapons can be any color but they all glow with a bluish-white light. All vampiric weapons have the vampire's name and primary title on them.

Powers/Summoned weapons
Some powerful vampires can use powerful magic or summon mighty weapons at the cost of a lot of energy. The magic is up to the vampire's choice, and the weapons are ancient weapons wielded by angels/demons themselves. All summoned weapons are translucent and of a color reflecting their alignment.

Draculinas/Apprentices
When a vampire gives some of their blood to a human, depending on the amount of blood the human may become either full or half vampire. A younger vampire in the protection of an older one is called a Draculina or Apprentice, Draculina being female, Apprentice being male. A Draculina or Apprentice is released to become their own man/woman when they're powerful enough to fend for themselves.

Transforming
All but first-night vampires can transform into either a puff of mist or a bat, which allows them to escape a bad situation very quickly. The mist form is intangible.

Character sheets
Name: (First only)
Title: (Describes power)
Secondary title: (Describes any strange preferences)
Sex:
Physical Description:
Mental Description:
Fighting style:
Alignment: (Hellfire Phalynx or Hell's Legion)
Fight Scene: (Just so I know the char better)

Accepted sheets
None yet.

Name: Andras
Title: luna comedentis
Secondary title: tropaeis venator
Sex: Male
Physical Description: He is a decently tall man. He is lean, but wiry. A hunter's build would best describe it. He has long black hair, which is in a bowl cut but neatly combed. He has brown eyes, and an angular looking face. His nose upturns slightly at the tip. He seems bored most of the time. Since waking up he has taken up wearing black jeans, combat boots, a black hooded jacket, and leather gloves. There is a crucifix shape branded onto the back of his right hand.
Mental Description: He is silent, finding most people to actually be irritating or insufferable. He has a few friends at a time, and usually just tolerates people until he knows them. He is usually very logical and dislikes it when people think with their emotions, but when he gets angry he loses all his levelheadedness.
Fighting style: He uses a spear to deadly effect, concentrating on impaling his enemies while keeping them away from him. If the situation calls for it he will throw the spear, but he prefers to keep it with him. He takes trophies from his stronger enemies, earning him his secondary title of trophy hunter.
Alignment:Hellfire Phalynx
Religion: Roman Catholic
Fight Scene: He walked along the rooftops, the cool night air on his face. It was damp, as though with a mist. He quite enjoyed it. It was a very refreshing change since sleeping for the past two centuries. He had gotten new clothes as soon as he awoke, and they were more comfortable than those he was accustomed to. Of course, people were so much ruder now. So much more questioning. Good thing Hellfire Phalynx was known to all the organizations who needed to know. Police, military, Red Cross. It was almost surprising how willing the world was to accept when there was danger. All of a sudden his enhanced hearing picked up something disturbing: Other vampires. He snuck to where they were, and was shocked to find that they were not of Hellfire Phalynx. They were sent by the devil, for what reason he didn't know. He jumped down into their alley, impaling one and pinning him to the ground. He removed the spear from the now-dead vampire and began to fight with the other, who was wielding a broadsword. The blessed weapon held firm, but after a while he saw it was an even match with little hope of resolution. The other vampire spread his arms and began a hideous transformation into a huge bat. Andras laughed. "Do you know why they call me mooneater?" Andras' pupils turned red and contracted as the moon went dark. Two translucent blue glowing daggers appeared in either of his hands, having discarded the spear. he threw the daggers and they pinned the other vampire's hands to the wall. "RETURN TO HELL!" Andras shouted, placing his hand on the bat-person's chest. A flash of light, and there was nothing but a cross shaped blood splatter on the wall. Andras recovered his spear and moved on.