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 Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:33 pm
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:47 pm
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Name: Xenna (pronounced Zeh-nah, like Jenna, but with a Z )
Race: Vampire
Origin: England
Age: 128, looks anywhere from 19 to 21 depending on how she dresses
Appearance:
~Height: 5' 3"
~Weight: 130 lbs. (looks thinner)
~Eye color: ice blue with metallic silver around the pupils and slate grey around the edge of the iris.
~Hair Color: Black, long and naturally wavy, usually pulled away from her face though
~Orientation: Straight
Pet: a small lizard named Dysis
Bio: basically�..
Born to normal parents -> went to private school-> met Damian (a vampire incognito) -> Graduated Prep School -> ran away w/ Damian (he �loved� her) -> Damian gets caught up w/ a bad �gang� of vampires , Xenna is scared for him ->Damian doesn�t come home one morning -> Xenna thinks all is lost, tried to die, it doesn�t work -> Damian comes in just in time to saver her from the sun , tells her all that happened and she isn�t safe tells her where to go to be safe (Vampire Castle), she doesnt believe him -> almost meets Final Death twice (because once is just a coincidence*duh! slaps forehead*), gets the idea and *fianlly* runs to safety, where Damian promises to visit
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 3:46 pm
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Name: Roase (rose, curl of the tongue)
Race: Vampire
Origin: Roase was born in Transylvania, and still speaks with such accent.
Age: Unknown for certain; She looks about 20, but she's much wiser.
Appearence: 
She has a small nose stud on left side, and a tattoo of a blood thirst black rose on her lower back. On the back of her neck, just below her hair line, Roase wears a scar that reads "Blood for Blood", unevenly etched into the skin. Just around her neck, there are two light gray puncture wound scars, no bigger than the head of a quill pen.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 146 lbs. with a fit, shapely figure
Orientation: straight
Pet: Her pet, Teek, is a medium-sized black bat. His eyes are a deep royal purple, and his stomach and ears are silver.
Abilities: Telepathy, hypnotism, guarding of her mind, thoughts, and memories, teleporting, telekinesis, illusions, forcefields, summoning her minion, Teek, strong sense of blood, expert stealth and agility.
Weapons: Her weapons consist of twin blades of the purest silver at her waist on either side with crimson stained edges, a small silver dagger with a black leather handle and crimson stained tip, and a larger revolver with magnum coated in fine silver.
Bio: Roase was born in Transylvania. This was during the time Vampires and Lycanthropes ran rampid throughout villiages with no consiquences. Her, her father, and Roase's older sister lived in very small cobble stone castle on the far edge of town. One day, when her father was out at work, there came word in the news that the mortals were planning a war with the immortals. The two girls set out to find their father, just as all the chaos broke out. When they reached the battle grounds, it turned out that their father had been apart of the master plan. Begging him to stop the nonsense and come home, the immortals began fighting back. Things appeared grim for the townspeople.
Shortly thereafter, Roase's father was mauled by a Lycanthrope, who then proceeded to capture her sister. After watching her father bleed to death, Roase franticly tried to escape. Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain. A Vampire caught her on an old, dark bridge, a mile from her home. No matter how many times she plead for release, the man refused. "I'll give you one of two options," he sneered. "You may die as the rest have, or you may fight for Satan's children. Choose." She reluctantly chose the second. After all, it had been a Lycan that killed off her family.
When the painful process was complete, Roase, confused and sorrowful, fled from the cursed place. Not too long after that, the same Vampire caught up to her. Informing her of the castle, he swore to keep an ever vigillant eye on her. Now, Roase stood in this new atmosphere, greeting company that knew no existence.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 1:31 pm
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-Name-
Deiyal Marasate
-Age-
Deiyal has 'lived' for 24 years.
-Race-
Vampire and Werewolf Hybrid
-Gender-
Male
-Appearance-
Deiyal is obviously something of an abomination. He takes on a human body that is lean and tall, at a height of 6' 2", and his skin is incredibly pale. However, in great contrast to his moon-white skin, black fur sprouts along his hands, arms, waist, legs, and feet. He hasn't human ears, and instead in their places are large and black wolf ears. His shoulders are slightly broad, only slightly, and his neck is a bit longer than what would be considered normal. His narrow eyes bear golden irises, assuming the appearance of a wolf's eyes. A short and thin tail sprouts from his behind, covered in absolutely thick fur. He is nowhere near elegant, and he's not exactly burly either. He seems to have a somewhat clumsy frame. Long black nails grow thick from his fingers, sharp by nature and in dull in luster. His face is of a medium and slightly matured length, with a short but pointed nose and a rounded chin that juts out a bit.
-History-
Deiyal was given birth by a vampire father and a werewolf mother, born into a small and dark home in a tiny house. This house was a suspicious home in the deepest parts of their neighborhood, which was overrun by humans who suspected them of being only strange beings who barely had lives. At night his parents would sneak out and return with food for him. They slept in the day, and he, as an infant, was a strong and dangerous baby. Only his parents could quell him whenever he was upset. When he was born, he was born without fur, and for that time he was taught about the harsh world and how savage it could be to those within it. Deiyal was told this many times, even to the extent of exhausting him with it. Deiyal had always been secluded in the house, but was let out into the night from time to time, under the protective eyes of his father. He had never learned that his father had been cast out of his vampire clan for marrying his mother, and that his mother had always been a loner. His parents never told him anything of the like. Marasate has always been a young, shy, and cautious little hybrid, who -- upon growing fur as he grew older -- felt like some ridiculous creature that no one would accept after seeing how humans treated his parents. Deiyal had a slight grudge with humans. He always had. There would be nothing to change that, even if someone tempted him into thinking that humans were nothing to hate, for he knew what dangers they brought and what threats they carried. The older he grew, the stronger he became. His parents never moved from their home, and therefore it had always been his home. He never quite had a life that was full of extraordinary events, and he was no hero either, for he kept to himself and his small family. He hunted food by himself and gathered water by himself. Eventually, Deiyal took to sneaking off at night into a library far away, a library that was rarely attended to with little to no security to protect it. There, he read books that interested him, but he mostly went there to tear some up and amuse himself to pass the time. This had always confounded the owner of the library, who would see piles of shredded books all over the floor with teeth and claw marks. Deiyal never hunted humans. He had always brought down elk or rabbits. His home was in the north, and so snow came early, which he came to love. Snow appealed to him. It was soft, cold, and tasted of fresh water when in melted in his mouth. One could say that he had a nice peaceful life on his own, but with the glares of the humans on his back and the frightened glances of children at his face, he was not a pleased character. He grew up quite alone, having no one to play with, as his parents only taught him and brought him food. Since he had grown without much happiness to give him much more purpose for living or staying home, he left once he felt he was able to take care of himself. He heard nothing of his mother and father since then. Deiyal moved far away from his original home, near another library -- though it had a little more security -- and lived alone. He was happier this way. Deiyal Marasate lived all alone, without anyone to disturb him, and he always hunted by himself. He still would sneak over to the nearby library and tear books up, but he stole a few good ones once in a while.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:59 am
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name:
lynne
age:
appears 18 but has lived for over 400 years.
race:
vampire
Origin:
born in new zealand, still has a twing of an accent.
appearance:
long raven black hair, piercing green eyes that turn red when angered, fangs(of course), a tatoo of a cross in between her shoulder blades where two great feathered black wings prodtrude. she is 5'7" and has an athletic build. not super skinny, but tone. a long scar races across her lower back, from previous encounters. she wears all black, except for the white gloves on her hands.
abilites:
flight, invisiblity, enchantment
weapons:
none besides her fangs and nails.
bio:
she was born a human in new zealand, but then moved with her family at age 12 to england. one day while walking home from the cafe, she was pulled into a dark, vancant alleyway, where she had her first encounter with a vampire. he gave her two choices, to die, or to be made into a creature of the night. she chose the latter. in the struggle, he raked his claws across her back, thus producing the scar that still remains there. he gave her the carnal pleasure of the opposite sex's company when he mixed his blood with hers. when she finally escaped his grasp while he was sleeping, she ran away from everything she had been close to. luckily, she found this sanctuary. she enjoys drawing, playing piano, black roses, and reading by moonlight. she sits and listens to the moon wispering to the lilies by the ocean, and can smell the stars power swirling in the air. always is willing to give or take some blood, and uses her eyes to enchant male vamps.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 12:31 pm
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Name:Night Eredar
Age:149 but his appearance doesn't show it
Personality:Quiet,keeps his business to himself.Short temper, and doesn't like to kill for pleasure.Very loving/romantic.
Bio:Was born as a human on Janurary 7th,1857.Night lived in Europe.Was a young farmer at the age of 17 when he was turned.At the age of 22 he learned all about himself, and other vampires on a 283 day journey around the world.On this journey he discovered more about his abilities, and strengths.He returned to Europe in 1912.In the small country of France he built a castle and lived there until 1957.July 9th, 1957 he was murdered in a church by the near by village people.In that church his spirit rose from his bod, and went to Heaven.While spending a little over a year there he was kicked out of Heaven and sent back down to the same exact church.There he was born once again as a fallen angel.Night has been traveling the world looking for a purpose of life.
Appearance:Two pictures in my signature.
Weapons:Black Steel Katana, and most of all, Fangs.
Powers:Flight, self heal, control of shadows, and darkness.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 11:14 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 7:18 am
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name: Risa Shikimaru
Race: vampire
origin: unknown
age:18
blood type: unknown
appearance: 
orientation: straight
pet: Kiko,a small black cat with red eyes and red tips on its ears
bio: She was born September 22,????. A Vampire from birth, Risa grew up on her own as her parents searched for blood. SHe trained herself to fight for blood and for her life. She watches the humans constantly and doesn't want to hurt them. She doesn't believe she should've ever been a vampire but lives the life of one anyways. She has only had one person in her life and that was Kiko, her cat. One day when she was young a boy came and tried to slay her but for some reason didn't. Instead he let her live but gave her a home far away from the mortals. she sits in her home most of the time watching the humans from far away and thinks of the boy everyday but know better than to fall in love with a mortal. To this day she hopes for him to return. No one knows much about her because she doesn't like being with other people.
personality: kind, smart, strong, loner, sad, antisocial, very assertive, dreamer, quiet, doesn't like killing, doesn't smile or talk much
weapons: her sword and fangs
powers: telepathy, weapons, strength, and manipulation.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 2:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:43 pm
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Name; Kailandras "Kail" Nemekikai
Birth Country; China
Age; 37, but appearance is locked in the late twenties
Orientation; Bisexual
Height; 5'6"
Weight; 150
Appearance; Black hair, held in a traditional ponytail. Slim, clouded eyes of amber. A single scar running the length of his obscured jawline. Keeps his facial hair to a light stubble. Long arms which contrast his short height. Staying true to his roots, he never dons the best clothing available, instead sticking to plain clothing. No piercings or tattoes.
History; Kail was born in a small village along the Yengtze riverside. Highly underdevelloped, the village was in desperate need of support. With the village failing, so was his family, which was rather large in size, and no real way to support itselft with too much rampant vegitation and flooding to start a cropfarm. And then Kail was born. Raised by his father and uncle to be fast in hand, and mind, he was quickly becoming a thief prodigy. They made monthly boatrides to the other, modern portside cities monthly, for the sole purpouse of training his hand. He was also taught in the higher morals of it all, and taught to steal from only those who flaunted it, and never to take from the working class. This went on for ten years, until he was seventeen. He then set off to the cities alone, and went to work. It usually went well, and his village was starting to feel the cashflow. But there were times where stupid mistakes landed him in a back alley, relying on brawling techniques he had learned in his village. He could fight himself out of all of these situations. All but one, anyways. A woman of his height, obviously from a western country, and dressed to flaunt what seemed to be extravagant riches walked the street a cold night, her jewelry gleaming off of the streetlights. She was wearing too much for him to simply pass up,so he decided upon trying to mug her. Going aboust his usual, he waited for her to cross an alleyways, and he wrapped his arm around her head, his hand over her mouth and tugged her in the alley. It was going smooth. Until an excruciating pain filled his right hand, and he released her. He then found himself at the mercy of a full fledged kendrid, who bore down onto him with her fists, which even if he blocked, would push his hands too far back to respond to the next. This went on for what seemed like hours, with hundreds of vicious blows landed, but only lasted a few seconds. Only half concious, with a streak of blood pooling from his jawline, he half recalled a few words from her about his speed, and then she took him in an embrace. He awoke in the next hour, the wound from his jaw somehow healed, though a scar remained. Vampiric features took him over in the next day, as he tried to return to his village, but even his closest family denied him stay, because of what he had become. So over the next ten years he wandered countries, picked up three more languages, and found himself at this castle. A place he hoped to call home.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:19 pm
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Name: Nanami
Race: half Human, half Faerie
Weapons: two small silver knives
Powers: healing abilities, ability to read minds (hear thoughts), ability to confuse enimies
Blood type: A
Occupation: nature photographer
Personality: Quiet and thoughtful; she has an air of innocence to her, though she's not quite as naive as she appears.
Story: Her mother, a Fae, was said to return to her people when Nanami was very young. Her father died when she was 7, leaving nothing to remember him by but the two silver knives she carries. She lived on city streets for quite come time. After getting some work, she rented a small apartment. She often wanders the nearby forest for her work. She is quiet and likes to avoid other people. She tends to daydream, often causing her to get lost in the forest. She does not like fighting, and the only time she uses her powers are for self defense or to help others. Recently on one of her walks she stumbled upon a small village. She returned to the city one final time, then moved to a small house in the village. Ahe often wonders what is in the castle overlooking the village.
Appearance:
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 8:13 am
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Name: Scarlet
Race: fledgling
Powers: With previous traingings by her brother raidan she has come to be skilled in telekenesis. she can also totaly hide her aura, and make orbs of energy that she can throw. in addition she can Turn into a kitten thanks to a spell she had a witch perform on her. BUt as of late she had to get the spell re-newed, the witch, for freasons unkown, made it so her kitten form was that of a nearly newborn kitten. she is only five inches long. her teeth are not sharp enough to puncture anything and her claws couldnt even scratch butter.
Appearance: she is short, only standing at four foot nine. she usualy is wearing black gothic clothes in accompany to her combat gear. she carries her customized 1911 colts at her sides. she has short hair that comes down to her chin and flares out. the color usually changes from red, to black, grey and sometimes purple when raidan or sketch feel mishevous. whatever color her hair is, thats what color her fur will be when she is in her kitten form.
Bio: before coming into the group scarlet was a slave to her master orian and her brother sky. she finaly found the courage to escape. she wandered around from abandoned place to abandoned place for a little over a year. she finaly came upon nadines, thinking it to be another forgotten mansion. To her surprise she found it to be infested with vampires. she was quickly caged and sat in it for two solid weeks, avoiding every vampires eye. finaly she was aproached by two vampires. korune and redemption. she fought against them the best she could in her cage, and finaly slipped out of it, only to be put in a choke hold by the mistress nautula. she had a knife held to her throat so she couldnt move. as she struggled to get away, korune attempted to consume her fully. though it didnt work as he planned she broke away, hiding in the mansion until she found the nerve to go back. she snuck back into the main room, she had a knife in her hand. she made the mistake of going after nautula for revenge, holding a blade to her throat. she got into a fight and was bitten halfway through the battle. scarlet was defeated rather easily, being a human. she crawled away from the battle. near death she was offered a choice by redemption, who felt guilted about what he did. he offered for her to drink his blood and live, or he could give her a quic death. she drank his blood, becoming a fledgling. as time went on miko hime took her as a pet. she began to grow on the inhabitants of nadines, but she still felt uneasy around nautula. knowing it was a stupid to try and fight her, praying she would be forgiven. she befriended a girl named mules who she spent the majority of her time with. after a while miko adopted her into. making her gain raidan and sketch as siblings. she now resides at nautulas lair, night breeds. happy to be part of the family. |
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