A series of murders have been reported all across New York, none the same as the first. This guy was boiled in oil, this lady lost her head-litteraly, this person was found hanging upside-down.

No one suspected a thing; it was NY, after all. But when one of their own vanishes and reappears at the bottom of the river, a group of fighters take things into their own hands.

They are elite. Built for fighting. They are strong, fast, and cunning...and now their hunting. Their underground system now teems with people who want to find the murderer and bring his/her victims to justice. 

The only lead they have is a sign etched close to where the victim was found; three wavy lines going vertically through a circle with one straight horizontal line going through the middle.

Back off police. Let the Fighters handle this.

Rules

Ohmigolly-gosh. A decent plot. *triumphant*

You can be a Fighter, an officer, or a civilian

Pure-bloods.

No magic. Every one together. "Awwww!!! ):" *sad face*

Five sentences minimum. I understand writers block.

PG y'all

 PLEASE keep the gender ratios even! D:

I actually might have a bio for this one. *ashamed*

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Fighter? If no, what?:

Weapons:

Appearance (Picture and a deion/just deion:

Personality (Optional. They change a lot):

Other:

((I knowed id have to explain my head. XD

People are getting together to catch the killer before it strikes again...for the umpth time. *dramatic music*)) 

((No one knows....I dont even know. A NPC, I know that much. Non-Playing Character...less someone wants to take that role...

Yes Fluff)) 

(( Wee :D why don't we like, take turns playing the bad guy? that way, the killing techniques will all be different so long as 3 people in a row don't stab a person the same way XD ))

Name: Halien

Age: 16

Gender:Male

Fighter? If no, what?: Yes, he's a Fighter

Weapons: Daggers, Guns, prefers this jet black sabre he always has next to him somewhere. But he likes playing with chemical ttoxins and the whatnot. So let's just say he's this explosive loving guy :F  

Appearance (Picture and a deion/just deion: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=Black+haired+guy#/dcwhig

Alright. Since pictures are failing, I'll stick with a link. He's 5'11" and likes to wear shades of black and silver. His eyes are like, china blue (think of china blue cat eyes :D) yet his hair is raven black. He has a normal tan, and he has bangs on his left side. He wears cargo pant 99% of the time because they're numerous pockets help him hide his toxic chemicals and whatnot. He also hates suits. Just saying.  

Personality (Optional. They change a lot): He seems emotionless to most outsiders, but to those who know him, they know he's cold, indifferent, and truly.... kind. Never one to turn away from a friend in need, you need to earn his trust before he can consider you a friend. He speaks in an ubrupt way, not wasting words. He's witty, sarcastic, and never one to shy away from telling a humorous joke, though whenever he cracks jokes, he's usually in a bleak mood.

Other

((Sounds good to me!))

Other: Colorblind and slightly deaf. Has to have things repeated a lot or just given time to think about what was said. 

[[Vertically challenged xD I swear I skipped over both your bios until I saw that *Edward Elric Fan*

P: Join?]] 

((LOL. Funneh. Yes Zombeh, you can has joinage.))

Lanen walked down the streets of New York, a faint breeze blowing the smell of engine exhaust her way. Her nose twitched and she tucked her chin to avoid the most of the smell. When the breeze ceased, she looked up at the night sky with clear blue-green eyes, the stars blocked out by light pollution, and sighed; she had nothing to do.

She had been following the police reports of the murders for days now, but still clue other than the mark. Who is this person? There're no motives to the killing. Just random, cold-blooded murder. Lanen shook her head and ran her fingers through her long hair as she thought, but nothing came to her.

When she looked up, she was a block away from Central Park. A moments pause to make up her mind and she jogged the rest of the way. Maybe then, in the stillness of the only real sanctuary available to her, she would be able to piece together some of the puzzle.

OoC://

Join?

-turns head to read bios-

((Sure Dragon!

Is okay Zombeh. I know some people need their sleep. *pats*)) 

Name:
Denthe Sorrow

Age:
Eighteen

Gender:
Female

Fighter? If no, what?:
Yes. She is a Fighter

Weapons:
Denthe has two daggers. Each one is a foot-long with a slight curve to the end. The blade's colour is blue-black. The guard curves downward and ends in sharp points so the daggers look like sai. Denthe also has a three-foot long katana. It is curved and both sides of the blade are deadly sharp. The hilt is bound in red cloth and a good gripper. All the blades are sheathed in black. The daggers in her boots and the katana is strapped across her back.

Appearance:
Across her entire back is previous gang's insignia. The mark is a metallic crimson. On her lower arms and backs of her hands are a multitude of criss-crossing, white scars. Denthe stands at five foot ten. Usually, her eyes have black irises and it is difficult to locate where the pupil starts.

Personality:
Denthe is cold-hearted, but it is only a facade that hides her more kind and generous side. She is very merciless to people who gets on her nerves long enough or if a person is threatening her friends or family. Evil in her own unique way, come people call her “The devil in girl's clothes.”

Other:
She has amazing skills in the Martial Arts and she seems to have a fear of guns.