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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 2:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 11:08 pm
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:02 pm
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 4:20 pm
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Name/Alias: Gwendolyn Vigée-Lebrun Race: Elven Vampire Gender: Female Age: Don't ask, don't tell Height: 5' 0" Looks: Long blue hair, soft blue eyes. Weapons: set of Chrome Sais, and bow. Brief History: lost her family many years ago, went hunting for their killers and ended up getting *killed* herself. Since then she has practiced martial arts, yoga, and Thai Chi. Personality: Friendly and sweet, just don't get on her bad side! Powers:see past events, has special skills when it comes to certain weapons, but, otherwise pretty normal.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 2:49 pm
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 10:54 am
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Name: Suki Race:Vampire Appearance:
Pet: Sasha
Weapons/Powers: I can read an open mind, I can altar reality for a small group of people, and can altar memory as well. My weapons are thin silver wires. With a flick of my wrist my wire will slice a man in two. Background:When I was young I was sold as a slave to the master of a grand castle. When I was 15 I was use as a sex slave and forced to give my body to whoever master said, I knew nothing else. One day a stranger hovered outside my window, it felt as a dream, when I went to him he asked if I wanted my life. I begged him to take me away but he refused and said he would come back. When I woke I remembered nothing of the stranger. When I was 21 he came back and helped me to remember our first meeting. The master began to beat on my door, wanting in, wanting me. I begged him once again to free me, that's when he turned me. The first time I fed it was to reek revenge on my "master". After I disposed of the body I took control of the Castle. After thanking the stranger for my power, he disappeared, and I have yet to meet him again. Though I search for him always. In my travels I found a small tiger cub. Her mother had been slaughtered for her pelt. I took vengeance for the young animal and took her in. Her name is Sasha, and she is with me at all times. Personality: It's all about me, but I honor my word in all situations.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:11 pm
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(Edited pic. I didn't like the earlier one.)
Name: Vivian Nalini Nickname: Nali Race: Vampire Age: Unknown; but looks to be 17 Background: Vivian was born in 1846 as a human. Her father was killed in the Civil War, as well as her older brother, when she was 15. This sent Vivian’s mother, who suffered from severe depression, off the deep end. Vivian found her mother in the kitchen with a knife in her chest. She had bleed to death. Vivian was sent to an orphanage in New York. After a year of living in terrible conditions, She decided that she wasn’t going to get anywhere by living in an orphanage as no one seemed to be interested in adoption at the time. So Vivian left the orphanage. Vivian walked the states with no realization of where she was going. One rainy night, she had made a small camp in a dark corner of an abandoned horse stable. It smelt horrible, but it was shelter so it didn’t matter to Vivian. She had made a fire and had wrapped some old horse blankets around herself to keep warm when she heard some movement out side. She quickly threw some dirt on the fire to put it out and tried to stay a quiet as she could. She watched fearfully as the rickety door opened and a figure stepped inside. The figure was holding a lantern so she could see that it was a tall man who looked about 25. He turned to Vivian and the lantern’s light bathed over her. “Well who do we have here? A trespasser?” the man said. “I will leave if you wish, just please do not turn me in. I did not mean to trespass on your land,” Vivian replied softly and slowly got up. The man was suddenly in front of her in literally an instant. He pinned her against the walls of the stable. Vivian tried to free herself, but the man was inhumanly strong. “Now, now. Settle down and I won’t have to kill you,” he whispered softly in Vivian’s ear. She stopped struggling, but shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck. Suddenly Vivian felt a terrible, sharp pain in her neck. She realized that this man was vampire as she watch her blood roll down her chest. After a few minutes of surging pain, the man released her. She fell to the floor as everything started to go dark. “Enjoy your new life, my dear,” Vivian heard the man say as he walked away. Without a mentor, Vivian had to teach herself how to be a vampire. She continued to make her way around the country, making a bit of money from taking it from her victims, whom she never killed, but just made them faint. She used the money to buy herself food and clothing. Vivian is forever encased in her 17 year old form. Personality: Fun loving and friendly, but can sometimes be a little quick tempered. Also, she can be a little weird. Weapons: Vivian always carries a very long, finely crafted sword with very strange writing on the blade. She refuses to tell anyone where she got it, but it is very important to her. Powers: Vivian is very empathetic. She can easily can tell how someone feels by just looking straight in their eyes. Pet: Sapphire, a black shoulder dragon with blue swirly designs embbeded into her scales. At night, the design glows. Sexuality: Straight Currently: Single Feeds: Can go without blood for 2 or 3 days. Beyond that, and she starts to act strangely. Blood Type: Unknown (Never bothered enough to get tested for it.) Fears: Hurting or upsetting her friends and love ones. Cloths: Vivian usually wears just the regular jeans and nice top. When she needs to dress more formal, she likes to wear her older dresses. Typing Color: Blue
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:14 pm
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(Yes, I have two characters.) (Re-sized picture finally! Sorry about the page strech. sweatdrop )
Name: Amelia Everglade Nickname: Amy Race: Elf Age: 16 Background: Amelia was born in a small woodland community of Elves, who’s homes were built high up in giant red wood trees. She grew up in the forest, surrounded by the majestic red woods and evergreen trees; as well as many different kinds of animals. She lived a very fun filled life; climbing the red woods giant limbs in which one wrong step would cost her life, jumping off of waterfalls into deep streams, and the occasional black bear rodeo. When Amelia was 13, she felt the urge to go beyond the safety of the forest, something that her parents had told her never to do. Their community had isolated themselves from the rest of the world, which they felt was corrupt, with a magic spell. One morning, before her parents woke, she gathered her things together and left a goodbye note to the village on the mayor’s porch. Amelia left the forest, never to return. About a mile or so from the forest was a large town. Amelia was happy to see it. With gold coins in hand, she strolled into the town looking for a place to eat. She soon realized that people in the town would stop and look at her strangly. Amelia wondered what they were looking at, but brushed it off. She then found a place to eat and calmly walked inside. “Why, would ya look at those ears!” the man behind the counter yelped. Amelia looked at him and then at the other people in the room. He was right. Their ears were so small compared to her’s. She fiddle with them a little. “Get out’a here, you freak!” the man yelled, “This here’s a self respecting town! We don’ need no freak show runnin’ round here.” And with that, Amelia was ran out of the strange town and continued on her way. After a few more times of being regected by the outside world, she started to wonder if she made the right decision about leaving home. Amelia decided to go back home. When she got there, she found a gruesome site. Flesh and blood was strung throughout the village. She recognized some faces of the dead: the mayor, her friends, and her parents. Something or someone had killed them all. That memory has now scared her forever. Amelia had no choice now but to roam aimlessly. Personality: Amelia is a very quiet person. She has a though outer shell that’s hard to break through to, but she is very sweet on the inside. Weapons: Amelia carries two twin swords. She was trained at an early age how to fight with them, and is very skilled. Powers: Amelia can communicate with animals telepathically and can also feel how the earth and trees feel. Pets: A white horse named Angel, a black panther named Raven, and a white tiger named Celestia Sexuality: Straight Currently: Single Blood type: -O Fears: Watching life go by without any voice or being Cloths: Amelia usually wears her village's warrior uniform (as show in picture), but for formal, she likes to wear long, flowing gowns. Typing Color: Indigo
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 6:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 8:11 am
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