Strange Creatures: Rules, Profiles, OOC, etc.

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~ Strange Creatures ~
Rules, Profiles, OOC, & Recruitment Thread

Welcome to the rules, profiles, OOC, and recruitment thread for Strange Creatures. (The roleplay itself is located here: Strange Creatures Roleplay Thread) Please feel free to have a look around, chat about the roleplay, etc. This will be a literate to advanced literate roleplay, so if you're interested in joining, please pm me either a writing sample, or a link to a roleplay in which you posted as literate to advanced literate.

Art by: punk d anarchiste

In the country of Finland, a band of vampires began to assemble, brought together by their shared passion for music and their shared destiny as immortal creatures of the night. Perhaps a shared loneliness … Many have been alone for decades or centuries, with no others of their kind to live with or belong with, and in this band, they have a family of sorts. They are now able to live freely, hiding their identity in plain sight. The high quotient of fangs in the mouths of the band members and the stage crew is easily explained by the dark, gothic feel of their music and overall sense of style. “They’re just fake fangs worn to express the style of the band,” is what the rest of the world thinks. Victims are easy to come by in the form of adoring fans that are all too eager to go backstage for a V.I.P. chat and photograph signing session with the band.

Now, Strange Creatures has caught the eye of the world, and a series of concerts have been arranged in various countries around the world. Tonight, they are playing their last concert in Finland before they head off for a world tour.

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Table of Contents:

Post 1:
Welcome
About Strange Creatures
Table of Contents
Rules
Types of Characters We Still Need
Profile Skeleton

Post 2:
Information About Finland
Information About Concert Destinations

Post 3:
Daily Life

Post 4:
Vulnerabilities

Post 5:
Abilities

Post 6:
Band Member Profiles

Post 7:
Stage Crew Profiles

Post 8:
Other Profiles

Post 9:
Song Lyrics

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Rules:

1.) Obey Gaia's TOS (No cybering, flaming, trolling, etc.)

2.) No god-modding

3.) No web-speech such as "Ur" for "Your" etc.

4.) You cannot kill or severely maim another person's character without asking for their permission.

5.) Don't bite another vampire without requesting the other player's permission first.

6.) Do not kill your human victims. The band needs to keep their identity as vampires a secret, and leaving a trail of bodies with bite marks in them in every city they visit will jeopardize their safety and the preservation of their secret.

7.) Please read the "Daily Life", "Vulnerabilities", and "Abilities" posts following this one for information about our species of vampires.

8.) Before writing a post in which the band is playing a particular song, please read the song lyrics & listen to or read the information about the sound of the song that's listed with it so that your descriptions can be accurate and will be consistent with what other people are describing.

9.) Please post as literate to advanced literate. I would say a minimum of two paragraphs would probably be best, and please use (to the best of your ability) correct grammar, spelling, etc. If you're uncertain about something, copy and paste your text into Word to do a spelling and grammar check, and once all is clear, paste it into your post.



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Types of Characters We Still Need:

Bass Player
Sound Techs
Makeup Artists
Lighting Techs of various kinds
Victims, either one time or repeat victims
Friends
Fans
Stalkers
Vampire Hunters
Vampires from Enemy Clans

Below is a recruitment thread which specifically targets the types of characters we are most urgently in need of right now:

http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-ooc/need-bass-player-sound-techs-lit-to-adv-vampire-band-rp/t.55104949/

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Profile Skeleton:


Played By:
(your username here, so people know who's playing the character)

Name:

Gender:

Age Appears To Be:

Actual Age:

Nationality/Country of Birth:

Instrument Played/Job
(for band members, instrument played, for non-band members that work and travel with the band, it will be what job they hold (stage lighting, makeup, etc.)

Appearance:
(can be written description, picture, or both)

Personality:

Ambitions:
(i.e. what your character wants to do during his or her very long lifetime)

History:

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Information About Finland

Map of Finland

Official Name: Republic of Finland
(conventional long form)

Local Names For Finland:
local short form: Suomi
local long form: Suomen Tasavalta

Climate:
"Finland has a temperate climate with continental winds bringing cold spells in winter and heat waves in summer." (Source)

Great Resource: Photographic Comparions of Helsinki Today vs Helsinki 100 Years Ago

Facts About Finland

How To Pronounce Finnish Names





Information About Concert Destinations:

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Daily Life Details:


Sleep: Our vampires can and do (often, but not always) sleep for part of the night, as being perpetually awake or completely nocturnal while in the public eye would be suspicious behavior. They feed at night, so they probably keep fairly late hours and often sleep in really, really late, but they’re famous, so they can get away with “living the wild life” – to a certain extent. Though, once they’re awake (early to mid-afternoon, for rehearsals?), they would keep all the shutters drawn and the windows and curtains closed until the sun goes down, so that they are not left feeling weak and sick.

(Human) Food: tasteless and unpleasant, so they try to avoid eating whenever possible, but as public figures, there may be times when they cannot avoid it.

(Human) Drinks: All human drinks are also as tasteless as water to them. Vampires can get drunk, their alcohol tolerance is equivalent to that of a human of their height and weight. Additionally, if a vampire drinks the blood of someone who is extremely drunk, they might feel a bit buzzed themselves.

Blood: All kinds of blood have their own unique flavor, though there is a general overall similarity in taste within each blood type. Some vampires might have blood type preferences, perhaps.

Biting: Our species of vampires can (if they choose) naturally inject a pain killing and anti-inflammatory substance they secrete with their bites, so that, though there is an initial painful feeling when the skin is pierced, it is quickly erased as the substance is injected into the wound, leaving behind a pleasant, warm sensation.

Biting serves many purposes. Feeding to obtain needed blood is the primary function. And depending on the context, it can be a sign of aggression if one vampire bites another without permission. Biting will give you a brief glimpse into the thoughts and emotions of the person you are biting, so it might be an occasional affectionate gesture between couples, as it can be a very emotionally bonding experience.

Killing: There is a rule that is necessary to keeping the band’s identity a secret: Do not kill the humans you feed on. If they leave a trail of bodies with fang marks behind them in every city they visit, it’s going to look suspicious. Perhaps a member of the band might be doing this secretly, but if it was discovered, they would be removed from the band, as it jeopardizes the entire group’s safety.

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Vulnerabilties:


Daylight: During the daytime, vampires lose their supernatural powers, and they are as vulnerable as a human being, in fact, even more so, as direct exposure to daylight leaves them feeling weak, feverish, dehydrated, and dizzy – a lot like severe sunstroke. Since our vampires are celebrities, wearing hats, sunglasses, coats, and scarves a lot in public is easily explained by a need for anonymity and privacy.

Other Vampires: Vampires can temporarily “drain” about a quarter of the strength and abilities away from another vampire by biting them. (This holds interesting possibilities - there should be a limited time duration of “possessing” the power and strength of another vampire – 3 minutes. ) This could be a plot device if biting is an occasional affectionate gesture between vampire couples and leaves one temporarily much weaker than the other (vampire hunter could arrive on the scene soon afterwards, and … now the fight is a bit different than it would have been otherwise). Vampires who are fighting each other might bite each other to gain the upper hand in a fight very briefly. (Pm to ask the other player’s permission before biting their vampire.)

Weapons: Vampires can be cut, shot, etc. and though they do heal at a rapid rate, they can be killed if a mortal blow is dealt to the heart or head or if they are decapitated.

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Abilities:

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Basic Abilities:


Hypnotism: When a victim looks into a vampire’s eyes, the vampire can hypnotize the victim so that they are unable to remember the bite. This will be very important, as they will need to cover their tracks to preserve the secret of their true identity. The memory of all bite victims will need to be erased immediately after they are bitten.

Speed: The older a vampire is, the faster it is.
(3 x human speed for less than 100 years, 4 x for 100 years, 5 x for 200, etc.)

Strength: The older a vampire is, the stronger it is.
(3 x human strength for less than 100 years, 4 x for 100 years, 5 x for 200, etc.)

Enhanced Senses: All senses are enhanced beyond human limitations, and vampires can see as well at night as they can in the daytime. The older a vampire is, the stronger their senses will be, and eventually they may even be able to smell the chemical reactions that are produced in a human's body and in a vampire’s body with the occurrence of emotions such as anger, fear, attraction, etc.

Healing: All vampires heal at a rate far faster than is humanly possible. A basic rule of thumb, perhaps. Any wound that would take a human a month to heal from takes a night or a couple hours for a vampire to heal from, unless the vampire severely depletes their power to heal the wound very quickly (which might be necessary in emergency or combat situations.)

Immortality: Immunity to disease and to aging.

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Advanced Abilities:


For every hundred years of life, with a great deal of practice and discipline, a vampire can (if they wish and if they put in the effort) acquire a new higher ability. Also, your vampire can currently be in the midst of developing a new power, which means it would be highly unstable and undependable. For instance, if a 225 year old vampire has mastered power “x” and power “y”, but they are only just beginning to work on flight. The wings might only partially materialize, or only one, or, unpredictably, they might be able to fly for a few seconds before the wings disappear and … ouch …now they need to heal themselves …

This is the list of advanced abilities:

Voice Hypnosis: A type of hypnosis that occurs when someone hears the vampire’s voice. They are easily controlled in that state, and verbal commands will be obeyed. The voice can be used to create emotions, thoughts, and imagery in the listener’s mind as well. Control over the victim can be moderate to total control, depending on how masterful the vampire is at this ability. Vampires are resistant to it, but humans are not.

Flight: (wings that materialize with concentration and enable the vampire to fly)

Mist or Smoke Form: the ability to change themselves into mist or smoke

Summoning/commanding animals

Shape-shifting: shapeshifting to take on the form of an animal, some other sort of living creature (even another person or vampire), or even inanimate objects

Weather control (limited): creating a fog, mist, or cloud in a zone about a half-mile in size to conceal themselves – this is very draining and leaves a vampire very weak – it’s essentially an escape technique for wounded vampires, usually (This could be useful in a situation in which a crowd of fans is getting a bit too pushy or dangerous, perhaps.)

Pyrokinesis: The ability to use your mind to create and control fire.

Emotional Healing (temporary): Temporary removal of painful or negative emotions, but the biter “carries” the painful emotions of the “victim” during the time that the victim is free of the emotion. This effect can last anywhere from seconds to days depending on the technique mastery of the “biter” who drew out the emotions and holds onto them temporarily.

Thaumaturgy: Blood magic

Other? (Pm me to let me know of another power you’d like if it’s not on this list).

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Band Member Profiles:


Played By: Lord Neiro

Name: Santeri Laaksonen

Gender: Male

Age Appears To Be: Early to mid twenties

Actual Age: unknown

Nationality/Country of Birth: Finnish

Instrument Played/Job: Singer/writer

Power(s): Voice hypnosis, mist form, shapeshifting, thaumaturgy

Appearance: Santeri is short, but toned. Long, dark hair, dark and mysterious eyes, pale skin. He keeps himself neat and well groomed, meticulously so.

Personality: Santeri is calm and collected, and always seems to have a tiny little smile, as if the world itself amused him to no end.

Ambitions: He wants to see how many generations of men he can live without anyone noticing how much like his "ancestors" he is.

History: Santeri was born in the far north, but interestingly enough spent most of his life living as far south as Greece, and even having spent a year in the north of Egypt. He keeps to himself about himself, and when asked about his life, simply replies "My life is my own, I'll let you know how it turned out when it's over."

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Played By: punk d’anarchiste

Name: Susi Weiß

Gender: Female

Age Appears To Be: I appear to be barely past twenty.

Actual Age: Forty. Young enough for you? Weak enough for you?

Nationality/Country of Birth: Deutschland all the way.

Instrument Played/Job: Drummer

Power(s): (under development) shapeshifting

Appearance: I’m not very tall, I guess, but, I have always been (or will always be) small. My eyes are a common shade of green, I’d say. Nothing original about that, right? And, hmm, where should I be going here-? Difficult. Anyways, my hair is currently in long, lilac colored dreadlocks. I figure if I’m not going to age anymore and if I’m not going to be seen by anybody and if I don’t have to bathe regularly like humans, then why not go for the dreads. They make me think of long purple snakes hugging my body, or rope, to be less glamorous about it. I’m paler than I used to be some years ago. I like wearing Spiderman paraphernalia…? Hmhn. That’s all I got.

Personality: I’m relaxed. I don’t care. I haven’t had best friends since 1975 and it’s staying that way if things keep going how they are. I’m friendly, I guess? Not horrifically. I won’t approach you to ask about your day, but, I’m nice enough.

Ambitions: To be human again…

History: So, I was born in 1969, during all of the shitty Berlin Wall stuff. I was lucky enough to be born on the West side of the wall, so by all of the happenings on the other side, I was unaffected. Maybe the only thing that affected me was only seeing my Grandparents about once in every blue moon, but, otherwise I could count myself lucky not having to go to my lousy cousin’s birthday parties. Or to see the birth of a niece I would never care about. Don’t get me wrong, I love family, but, really only the immediate family. The rest could get drenched in kerosene and lit on fire for all I care.

My mother and father were great people. We’d go on outings as much as we could. We’d go hang out at the river and come home later to eat a dozen cookies each for dinner, albeit, we liked them near raw and would end up crapping the rest of the night.

The diarrhea was worth it.

Everything good in my life happened near the river when I was growing up. Once I outgrew those family moments at the river I found myself going more and more often with friends. We’d have bon-fires, sniff glue or gasoline, one or the other. High as heck we’d go swimming or whatever. Throw rocks at animals. Eh. What kids do when they find themselves unguarded.

The river was the first place I had ever had sex. The river was where we had wakes for dead pets. The river was where we ate stolen candy.

And it was where I died. Where I really felt as if I died. I should have known he wouldn’t show up. My crush, my stupid crush crushed me by not showing up. Then stupidly I just started bawling my ******** eyes out, feeling like some worthless animal howling at the moon.

I stripped naked on the shore and waded out into the water. I wouldn’t care who saw me down here. The only people who knew about this area were my friends, no need to worry, right?

No. Wrong. Strange woman in the water. I could have sworn she was dead. Her naked body floated face up, her eyes wide open, lifeless.

“Was…ist…”

I’m no chicken. I only began screaming when she stood up.

“Hush,” She said, “Hush.”

She covered my mouth with her hand to further enunciate her meaning. And then she bit me. I tried screaming again, but, as I slumped into her arms out there in the water, I felt myself fading away.

I wonder if she spoke in a different language on purpose.

“Do you want to live?” Her voice penetrated my skull with all the strength of a crackling radio, which, was quite weak, but I was fading here.

Whatever she said with a positive tone at this point was agreeable to me, so I nodded.

“Truly…?”

I coughed, and tried to find my footing in the water, nodding like a sick child with my eyes at half lid.

“Drink then.”

And I did.
I must have huffed too much glue that night.

The last things she told me were, “Hide from the sun. Hide from the world.”

I found what she meant quickly enough.

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Played By: punkd'anarchiste

Name: Bjørn Gaarder

Gender: Male

Age Appears To Be: 28

Actual Age: 202

Nationality: Norwegian

Instrument Played: Lead electric guitarist

Power(s): voice hypnosis, pyrokinesis, & (under development) mist/fog form

Appearance: My appearance is striking as most of my kind are. As a Norwegian I was born with Scandinavian genetic tendencies. Blonde hair, blue eyes. My features suggest my heritage as well. I'm not afraid to admit I am handsome. I have a shaped nose, a scowling forehead, my lips are stretched thin with a smile.

Personality: I have a strong voice when I decide to voice my opinions, but, I tend to keep to myself. I was quiet when I was human and I am quiet now. I do not like vampires, I do not like myself. I find the idea of existing sinful, yet, I fear death.

Ambitions: I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!

History: I was raised in a church family outside of Bergen near the dawn of the eighteen hundreds. My family was composed of my two sisters, Audhild and Jorunn, and my mother and father.

My sister Audhild and I were both to be married to other people. Her to a wealthy traveler and I to the neighbor girl, a pairing in which I had no say in due to her pervasive qualities mixed with my docile personality.
So as it got closer to our respective wedding days we found ourselves in love. We ran away on our wedding night as our spouses were slumbering, and in the dark we met. Though our judgment of Audhild's husband was very, well, how you say, stupid. He found us, chasing us into a rocky patch, Audhild tumbled to her death. Splinters of her skull lost in the rocks, her bunad torn, and I dropped to my knees in a terrified silence.

The feel of teeth on my neck made every vein tense up, my heart beat so fast I thought it would burst. And in a moment of cowardice, I began to cry, knowing full too well I was a dead man. Bitte schön~?

A very dead man.
By my hair he yanked my head back and I felt as if I were to disappear into night air.

"Drink you wretched fool," He was malicious in his tone, "Here's a fate worse than death, her bloodied body will haunt you forever."

And forced me to drink from his wrist, the richest life blood I had ever tasted. Making me writhe in pain, convulsing on the inside I suddenly felt torn from this place.

Then came the blackness of troubled sleep.

Only, somehow did I wake up? I was found in a barn the next night, half of a rabbit in my teeth. I was crying once more, blood tears down my cheeks, knowing full well what I was doing and terrified of it. Not knowing what my secret, overwhelming drive for blood meant.

Over the last hundred years I have lived in Finland, separating myself from where ever my sister's spouse may be, forgetting, humming old folk songs to myself, playing guitar in a rock and roll band.

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Played By: flightoftheunicorn

Name: Katri Sundqvist (click on each name to hear the authentic pronunciation! smile )

Gender: Female

Age Appears To Be: 23

Actual Age: 89

Nationality: Finnish

Instrument Played: Backup electric guitar, and she also sings

Power(s): (under development) voice hypnosis

Appearance: Katri is gorgeous - her hair is a profusion of blond curls. Her face is doll-like in its smooth and elegant angles and seemingly perfect in its symmetry. Haughty eyebrows arch above large blue eyes. Her pouty mouth has captured the lips of countless men who admired her beauty. She is slim, with an hourglass figure.



Personality: Katri is a truly unpleasant individual. She's cold, haughty, anti-social, and vain. She's also incredibly insecure and broken hearted, but she would rather die than let anyone know that. She is fixated on gaining attention form handsome men, and she's not above stealing, or trying to steal another woman's man. She has no compassion for the men and women in the relationships she ruins. But if anyone really knew her true story, and the reason that she had become this way, even the hardest-hearted soul would have compassion for her, and maybe even try to help heal her heart somehow. She won't let anyone that close ...

Katri is passionate about music and she really loves to rock out on the electric guitar. She also loves to sing and has a gorgeous voice that took her decades of practice to develop. She originally started playing music with other motives, but she quickly discovered that she loves it!

Ambitions: She wants as much attention as she can get from men. She hopes someday to become famous for her beauty - so famous that the renown of her beauty becomes legendary and even ends up in history books someday, like Cleopatra and other beautiful women in history. When Katri started playing music, she discovered that she really loves being in a band, so she wants to be renowned for her musical skill as well. She practices obsessively. She can lose herself in the music and forget her pain

History:
She was born in 1920 to a wealthy family and given every privilege and advantage that money could buy, but her father, who ran a major corporation, had no time for her. She ached to be acknowledged by him, but he took no notice. She grew up with a vacuum in her heart, desperately craving male attention. When she was 23, a man that she had been dating cornered her one night and bit her. "I'll give you life ..." he said and cut his arm and dripped blood into his mouth, then kissed her, transferring blood into her mouth. She broke up with him after that. A few years passed, and one day, she met a talented local painter. A whirlwind courtship ensued. The words, "You are so beautiful, Katri - I want to paint your lovely face!" and his undivided attention had been enough to win her heart that had been starving for male love as a result of the vacuum her father's apathy had created in her. Her parents objected to the idea of their wealthy heiress daughter marrying a penniless painter, so she and her Johannes ran away to get married at a courthouse in a neighboring town. Her parents were furious, but nothing could be done at that point, so her father had tried to "remedy" the stain of having a "lazy, no-good artist" in the family by insisting that Johannes come work for his company. For two years, the young couple was as happy as a pair of newleyweds could be. Katri loved Johannes with all of her passionate heart, and he seemed to love her very much too. But in the midst of their happiness was a source of growing unhappiness. Katri watched her dearly beloved husband grow more and more unhappy as the sensitive young artist was forced to deal with endless paperwork in a tiny office - it was slowly killing his soul ... It broke her heart to see him so unhappy, but there was nothing she could do, because Johannes was too proud to leave his hated job. He wanted to support his wife on the money that he could earn himself with a good steady job.

1950. She had been in love, really and truly in love with her husband, Johannes. "Prettiest girl in town - a lovely brunette." everyone had called her for as long as she could remember, and she knew it was true - she could have had any man she wanted before Johannes had stolen her heart. No one knew her deadly secret, not even her husband. But he would find out someday, alright. He found out when she walked in on him kissing his secretary. "Honey, I need to stay late and do some extra paperwork," he had said, "Go ahead and eat dinner without me." Katri had slaved over a hot stove all afternoon to make his favorite meal, and in tender solicitude, worried that he might get hungry before he came home, she put some food on a plate, covered it with tinfoil and brought it to his office. She wore a trench coat and lingerie underneath ... she had plans to make him come home sooner and to remember that his wife at home was more important than work.

When she opened the door, what she saw was burned into her brain and gave her nightmares for years afterwards: her beloved husband who she loved more than her own life, embracing his young, pretty blond secretary and kissing her passionately. The plate clattered to the floor and broke, scattering pieces all over the place. She reached behind her and locked and bolted the door. Then, before he could get out more than an astonished, "Katri!" She was across the room and wrenching that blond bimbo out of his grasp. That whore was dead in less than a second, when Katri broke her neck - how Katri regretted that she hadn't had more time to very slowly, and very painfully kill that evil tramp ... but if she wanted to deal with her husband before he could flee the room, she would have to act quickly. When the girl dropped to the floor, Katri reached out and grabbed her husband's shoulders in an iron grip and stared at him with loathing. "How could you do this to me Johannes!" she screamed."Well, there's something that you don't know about me," she said in a low, menacing voice, "Do you know that I loved you?! Do you know how many times I have been hungry at night and have fought to resist drinking your blood?!" she hissed as she opened her mouth wide and extended her fangs fully. She had had them filed down long ago so that he wouldn't know. "And now, I will show you exactly what I am!" With fierce strength, she ripped her nails across his handsome face and split skin and muscles open diagonally from temple to chin, taking care to make sure that his lips were shredded to ribbons. "Now who will ever love you but me?!" she screamed., "and now, I will show you what these teeth of mine were meant for!" She bit down into his neck ferociously, holding him in an iron grip. She drank and drank until her stomach felt bloated. Then she looked down at him. What was left of his face was ash-white and still wearing an expression of utter terror and pain. Frantically, she felt for a pulse, and checked for breathing, but there was nothing. She picked him up and ran to the car and drove like a bat out of hell all the way to the hospital. She brought him into the emergency room and stayed there until the doctor came out to tell her that there had been nothing they could do to save him. Before any questions could be asked, she fled the room. Her eyes were tearless, but her heart was forever broken, and her trust in other people was forever shattered.

After that, she lived a nomadic life. She was wanted for murder and she had to lay low until her crime was forgotten. After leaving town and driving as far as a tank of gas would take her, she went into the local beauty salon and demanded haughtily for her hair to be bleached blond. Blond ... like that beautiful secretary's hair had been ... Katri had not been beautiful enough to hold his attention, she now believed ... and the knowledge haunted her mind. She then went out to find the nearest brothel. She would make a living by her beauty, stealing other women's husbands from them for money. She knew that she wouldn't get any diseases from this reckless behavior, because she never got sick. That was part of being a vampire. "You're so beautiful!" the men had all exclaimed in awe when they were with her. She could never really believe them, no matter how many times she heard it ... After all, they always went home to their wives and children afterwards, didn't they?

A few years later when she watched men admire Marilyn Monroe's beauty, she determined to someday be a singer herself. She tried for a few more decades to fill her empty heart with attention from men as a prostitute, but later abandoned the effort, as it proved fruitless. She told herself that she hated all men and all people everywhere, but she couldn't seem to stop herself from trying to seek out more and more attention from men. She practiced singing and playing the guitar until she was playing at a professional level, and then auditioned for a local band - just a small group, but highly talented. She knew they would go far, and she was right. Now she tours with them across the world, and she is renowned for her beauty by hordes of admiring men. When she plays the guitar and sings on stage, she always scans the crowd for the most handsome man there, and after the show, she leads him to a dark alley ... and drinks her fill - but she always takes them to the hospital afterwards and abandons them there. Somehow, because of being unable to save Johannes, she feels compelled to try to save her victims, even though she despises them, and for this "weakness", this last shred of compassion in her, this last shred of her love for Johannes, she despises herself.

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Played By: x_squiddish_x

Name: Synclair Ezekiel Allston

Gender: Male

Age Appears To Be: Late Twenties, Early Thirties.

Actual Age:

Nationality/Country of Birth: Britain

Job: Bass player

Powers: As is with most vampires, Synclair is affected by the sun and lack of blood. That’s nothing new to a vampire. And, with the same generalizations, sleep and such other ‘human-like’ qualities that most need are almost obsolete to him, although if you ask him he’ll tell you that he does enjoy getting a good night’s rest. He might also add that it’s simply because he’s getting old.

Again, being a vampire, he is gifted with several other abilities. Hypnotism, speed, strength, etc. All of it applies to Synclair, though he’s never really been all that interested in the ‘special’ things he can do. The one he will say he prefers, however, is the enhanced senses. Over the years he’s been helped many a time simply because he could hear or smell something or someone coming. And, when he didn’t, he’ll jokingly say that it’s alright, because he’s also able to heal.

Being almost five hundred, Synclair has trained himself in only one advanced ability. He was never all that interested in manipulations of others, in a sense, as he began to get older. He has, however, nearly mastered the skill of Emotional Healing. He believes that the least he could do, after all the wrong he’s done in his life, he would be able to take the pain away from someone for however long it may be. Inflicting it upon himself is hardly a bother when he views it in context with the rest of his life.

Appearance: Although Synclair used to experiment with his appearance, mostly his hair and clothing style, he has seemed to finally get himself into some sort of sense of style. After a couple hundred years he had better know what he likes.

Clothing wise, he tends to dress between formal to dressy-casual. It’s not uncommon to see the man in a suit on his non-performing days. It’s also likely that you’ll see him in a pair of comfy jeans and a button-up shirt, maybe even with his favorite leather jacket. And, who knows, he may even be so daring as to put on leather pants every now and then.

Physically, Synclair is not all that outstanding, though he’s not exactly plain, either. He has a semi-normal coloring to both his eyes and hair: brown. He has, over time, experimented with different colors for both but has found that he much prefers his own, natural color. His hair, although sometimes lengthened when he doesn’t feel like cutting it, tends to be kept rather short and brushed up haphazardly. He doesn’t put a ton of thought into his personal ‘grooming’ each day, though he will comb it and pushing it around a bit to at least portray some sort of normalcy in his appearance. Not to mention that fact that he simply cannot stand it when he sees all those ‘kids’ who look like they’re simply rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants - or, even worse, kept on those horrid pajama pants.

A smile is generally always on his face, revealing a line of straight white teeth. Straight, that is, except for the two slightly elongated canine teeth. Although not the easiest thing in the world to hide, most people will not make a big deal about it if it’s explained that he was simply born that way. His smile does, however, seem to spread to his whole face. It seems real rather than something he simply forces onto his lips to hide his emotions (although that is, in fact, what he does.) Mild facial hair, when he doesn’t shave (which is most days) tends to surround his mouth and chin, creating a thin beard, though quite a bit thicker than just five o’clock shadow.

In general, though, if you were to see him walking down the street, he could easily blend in with the crowd.

Personality: Synclair tends to keep a façade about himself for most people to see constantly. Along these same lines, he isn’t free with his emotions. With his age, he has seen many things in his life. He’s seen a lot of people and learned that giving away all your feelings and thoughs is only going to get you hurt or killed. Although he isn’t free with his emotions, you’re likely to feel that you know what he’s actually thinking. A smile is kept on his face most of the time, and if it ever changes it’s probably to show concern for one of the people that he’s close too. Again, over the years, Synclair has learned to hide his real emotions and replace them with a mask of what he wants to world to see.

Although he does hide what he feels, he isn’t distrusting, he simply doesn’t find half of what he hides interesting enough to be shared. If you are close to him, it’s more likely that he will actually show you a glimmer of his current emotions, perhaps even a frown. But, aside from that, you won’t normally see the real man behind the mask.

Synclair tends to present himself more as a father figure. He’s more than happy to give you advice or to listen to problems you’re having. It’s not that he views himself as better than you or able to solve everything that’s going wrong, he’s simply been around long enough to gain just a bit of knowledge from his interactions. He’s acquired quite a bit of information in his almost five hundred years of life (although, not all of it has been worth retaining). If he can, he would rather give others advice than to stick to himself. He views this as a good way to ‘make friends’ (depending on who you are, of course. He’s not ignorant enough to think that everyone is worth being friends with) At the point in his life he’s current at, he’d much rather give others his knowledge and help them. This, as a whole, has been more of a struggle in his life than most other things. In his past, his main goal had been to tear others down and destroy them. So, if on occasion he tends to slip back into that, he makes a good attempt at stopping himself or getting someone else to do it for him.

As is to be expected, Synclair is a murderer, but he’s not as cold-hearted as you would expect. Yes, it is a fact of life (and death) that as a vampire he will have to take another man’s life on occasion. Especially when he was a younger vampire he got stuck into the mindset that he was allowed to drink and feed when he wanted and how ever much he wanted. A bloodlust quickly formed and it wasn’t hard to see that he wasn’t drinking for his own needs; he was drinking for the purpose of pleasure. It took him many years to get his thirst under control to a point. As he has spent so long simply feeding off whom he wanted, when he wanted, he’s found that this is another very hard habit to break. He still regrets this, simply for the fact that he believes he could’ve spared many innocent lives. He does not, however, dwell on the past. Instead, he strives to make them his purpose for changing the future.

Although Synclair appears confident, he is not self-assured. He has never embraced his vampirism. Because he is affected by the lives he has taken, he views what he is as most humans would: monster-like. In a way, even though he has learned to control himself, he always imagines that he will not be able to do it for long. In a way, his fear is what keeps him in check for now. It terrifies him that he may one day slip back into how he lived in the past. He’s also wary of the fact that if his fear ever dwindles that so will his strength over his thirst. He believes that his fear and control are equally linked with one another, and he’s not ready to let either one go.

Ambitions: As of right now, it’s simply to enjoy the life he has and take nothing for granted. Possibly, life long enough to find another woman he loves.

History: Synclair’s history has, indeed, been quite long. He was born a beautiful, joyfully baby boy five-hundred and seven years ago. His parents couldn’t have been happier with the birth of their son and even from his young age they began to spoil him. He was the first born of three more boys that were to follow and one girl, the youngest of the family. The Allston family, once again, couldn’t have been happier. Synclair’s father, Jamison, worked closely with several members of the royal family. With his father’s line of with, it was quite expected that the Allston family was well-off, money-wise. The happiness within the Allston family did not last forever, though, just as most happiness does not.

When Synclair was sixteen years old, his mother fell ill with a terrible disease that none of the doctors in the area knew how to treat. She was dead within months and the family barely felt as though they had had time to say good-bye. Marian’s death hit the whole family hard, especially Jamison. He became very secluded within himself and turned to liquor for comfort. Synclair was left virtually in charge of the family at that point. He took jobs where he could find him, though many people were hesitant to hire a boy from such a wealthy family, as they felt he wouldn’t exactly be the worker they wanted. Eventually, he found an unpleasant job several miles from home. As no one else would hire him, Synclair became a prostitute of sorts. From the time he was sixteen he began to hire himself out to whoever would ask; regardless of their age or gender. As it was the only way he was able to feed his younger siblings, he would not complain, nor did he allow any of them to know what it was that he did for his ‘job’.

He was almost twenty-one before he had the opportunity to leave his work and find a more respectable line. By then, most of the surrounding employers knew about what he had been doing and were once again hesitant to hire him. After saving enough money, Synclair moved his siblings away from where their father lived and found a small place quite a ways from the city they had grown up in. Shortly after the move, his younger brother-the second oldest-met and soon married a young woman. And, again, shortly after that, his sister was married as well. It didn’t take long for the middle boys to try and follow suit. They managed to find jobs of their own and decided to break away from ‘home’ and find places and lives of their own. Synclair, although happy for the marriages of his siblings and their new found chances at life, was not interested in finding a wife. He was relatively content where he was. He had a job; he had a home; and he even had a dog to come home too. Truth be told, however, he was far from content.

While walking home from work, Amelia by his side (his Great Dane), Synclair’s life was forever altered. The last person he had expected to find in his new home town showed up from the shadows. His father stopped him in the street, leading him back into the alley he had come out of. Confused, to say the least, Synclair followed. He soon found, however, that that was the worst thing he could’ve done. Over the time he had been separated from his father, much had happened, and a lot had changed in his father. Before he knew it, the older man had bitten him. And, shortly after, Synclair awoke in the alley; a new sensation coursing through his veins like fire and an overwhelming thirst for blood in his mouth.

Needless to say, he was still confused as to why his father had come back now; and why for that purpose alone. It became clear soon after, however, that if he had come back for Synclair it was likely that he would go after his other children as well. By the time he had gathered himself enough to go to his brother’s house; it was too late and his brother had not been as lucky. He found him on the floor, pale and lifeless and laying over his wife. It was almost as if he had died while still protecting her. Outraged, Synclair’s thirst for blood seemed to run rampant now; though not for any blood. He wanted only to go after his father. This feeling only increased when he found that the same fate had befallen his sister.

He searched for days; weeks. As quick as he had come, his father had disappeared and in the process, damned Synclair to be cursed in the same way as he had. He found the thirst nearly unbearable at first, though he soon realized how much he savored the taste of human blood. He became a terror in the small town; and everyone knew far too well that coming out at night was not a thing to do. His bloodlust only intensified as the small town attempted to fight back. To him, it became laughable, though at the same time he almost wanted his death to become a reality. He had no power to stop himself from becoming the monster that his father had made him and he wouldn’t allow himself to be beaten by the humans.

Synclair fled the town several years later, hoping to find a better place to situate himself. It was near a hundred years later-a hundred years of torture-when he found the man he had vowed to kill. His father, still living in the same small house that the Allston family had grown up in, ran into Synclair almost on accident. There was nothing to hold the boy back from unleashing his wrath on the older man; and there was nothing inside of him that tried to keep him in check. He found that it was all too easy to over power and kill the man, and with every blow he found both pleasure and pain. He felt the weight lift off his soul and at the same time he felt as though he were dealing the blows to himself.

Once again, Synclair felt that he needed to flee. By this time, he had been livin with the curse for near two hundred and fifty years. He was tormented inside daily, though he was beginning to gain the upper hand on his hunger and had greatly begun to control himself. It was then that she came into his life. Ellyn Rose Bellaza. Although not the typical meeting, Synclair was out one night when a young woman seduced him. Being rather naive at the time, he went along with it and could say that he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The woman, Ellyn, happened to also be a vampire hunter. It was shortly after the little affair that she tried to kill him. She didn’t, however, succeed. In fact, she did worse than that: she feel in love with him, and him with her.

In less than five years, they were married. The couple, although vastly different, was completely and hopelessly in love. They lived together for nearly seventy years, before Ellyn became ill in her old age and passed away. Although they could’ve remained at the hospital, where there were constant doctors and nurses, they decided that she would rather be at home. Carefully, Synclair had carried her inside and placed her on the bed, soothing back her hair and talking quietly in her ear. He remained beside her side for nearly two days, unmoving and always attentive. She finally passed away with a smile on her face, leaving him with the final words of ”Be who I know you are, my beautiful Clair.”

Although he could’ve changed her at any time, she had made it firm that she did not want that to be, and he knew that he wouldn’t wish his curse on anyone either; especially not just so he could please himself. Leaving his wife with a final kiss, he left Britain and never looked back.

His life after his wife’s death was uneventful. It was only shortly that he took up the job of being a bass player in a band, as he felt he needed some other change of scenery and faces. His wife is forever in his mind, though he does not remain depressed over the fact. He knew that she, of all people, would not want that of him. She would’ve wanted him to move on, and he still continues to do his best to abide by her wishes. At least, he does them to the best of his abilities.

[flightoftheunicorn]

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Played By: x_squiddish_x

Name: Kaleb (Kal) Richardson

Gender: Male, as far as we know.

Age Appears To Be: Early to late twenties.

Actual Age: Twenty-Nine

Nationality/Country of Birth: Australian

Job: Stage Crew Member / Full-time Creeper

Powers: of persuasion. Oh, yeah, and he can make you cry.

Appearance:

Personality: Kal thinks he’s unbreakable. Or, at least, that’s what most think is going through his head. Truth be told, he simply does not care if he gets hurt. In a way, he lacks the ability to feel concern, both for himself and for others. He is unwilling to show fear to anyway; love is too trivial a thing for him to bother with; and he doesn’t mind telling you he’s pissed. At all. All of this, however, is due to the fact that the man as Antisocial Personality Disorder. He doesn’t care about his life; he doesn’t care about your life. You wouldn’t think that just by looking at him, of course. He’ll laugh at your jokes, serenade you, perhaps, and even make you think he’s interested. It’s all fake. His only motive is to inflict pain upon you. If you allow him the chance, Kal will become incredibly sadistic. Chances are, by the time you realize this, it’ll be too late. Once Kal has his sights set on someone, he won’t let them go: nothing can stop him. The only thing he does not do, however, is kill his victims. Pain is what fascinates him, and pain alone. You cannot hurt a corpse, so corpses are no good to him. He finds no pleasure in death, simply in the torment and agony of others. Undoubtedly, Kal is a good actor. He’s a good seducer. He finds more enjoyment from getting people to a place where they are willingly at his complete mercy and then breaking their trust in any way possible. He studies them; learns their ticks and their fears and then he turns those against them. Rape, torture, solitude. Whatever it may be, he will figure it out and he will isolate it. He will feed off of it, in a sense. He will make you wish you were dead.

Ambitions: Only to pleasure himself.

History: Kal’s childhood was not like most kids. Through his childhood, his father was never around and he was constantly bombarded by verbal abuse by his mother. No one thought he affected him all that much until he was seven. The neighbor’s cat had gone missing. Three days later they found it half dead and tortured. It was left in a trash can. From that moment on, Kal began to act out at anyone and anything that he didn’t like. Violent fights at school and mindlessly torturing any animal he could get his hands on defined his early childhood years. His habits worsened as he moved into his high school years. He spent a two years in a juvenile detention facility when he was sixteen. Once he was out, he disappeared. His habits of ‘practicing’ on animals developed into a greater desire: to use humans. And he did. Life didn’t change for him; he would move, find a young girl that seemed intriguing and he would lure her in. After that, it was simple. It amazed him how easily they would fall for him and how easy it was to get them alone and trusting him. Then was the fun part; hours, or perhaps even days, he would spend torturing each of them in different ways. He always documented it, as not to do the same thing twice, and commonly took pictures of his ‘handiwork’. Then he left; left them to figure out what to do next and to move onto his next victim, whoever it may be. The pattern still continues.

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Played By: Lord Neiro

Name: Cassian Demetrios Alcaeus

Gender: male

Age Appears To Be: mid-twenties.

Actual Age: claims to have been around for the ordeal with Nero, but refuses to be more specific than that

Nationality/Country of Birth: Roman

Instrument Played/Job: He seems to want to be a sound tech for the band, but hasn't actually been hired yet.

Appearance:
Cassian has changed quite a bit since he was made. It was his way of protecting himself throughout the generations from anyone that might notice he doesn't seem to age.

Personality: Cassian seems to be the quiet but friendly type. He's always smiling, and is very generous and caring. But once you dig past the layers of shell that he's created to armor himself against the world, you start to see that he's really quite twisted.

Ambitions: Cassian has never wanted more than to live a normal life. Too bad that was taken from him.

History: Cassian was just a normal, young man living in Rome, returning to his family's estate from a night of drunken celebration with some friends, when he was set upon by a ravenous vampire: Santeri. He was changed, but left unattended long enough for him to scramble to his feet and dive into a river in an attempt to escape. He fled for as long as he could, until he found himself in a strange place. Determined to survive, he ran as far from the city of his recent assault as he could, living in the wild. At first it was bearable, but hunger and thirst gnawed at him, and refused to ebb, no matter the food or drink he consumed. It drove him mad.

So mad that he became twisted into something more terrible than an ordinary vampire. He lived like that, alone for many, many years, when one day, by chance, he happened to come across a CD case in the trunk of one of his victims' cars. He could not believe his eyes at first. The image on the picture was so familiar, but impossible. It was the thing that had made him what he was. He became determined to find this man, and eventually tracked Santeri and his band to an upcoming show in Stockholm...

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Played By: Vivi Raymaker

Name: Rocio de Vega (Goes by "Vega" )

Gender: Highly Ambiguous (prefers "they" instead of he/she)

Age Appears To Be: 17

Actual Age: 104

Nationality/Country of Birth: Spain

Job: Costume/Clothing consultant

Powers: the ability to summon and command animals, currently working on learning weather control

Appearance: Evenly 5 feet and 10 inches and neither slim nor chubby, Vega could be a tallish woman, or a shortish man, but no one really wants to ask which. With a slightly wide nose, and skin almost olive in tone, they have a strangely attractive gypsy-like aura about them. Vega has thin black dreadlocks that fall just below the shoulders, sometimes with colorful synthetic threads woven in. Their eyes are permanently dilated: "They've been that way ever since I 'woke up'." making the irises look entirely black. Vega is fond of vests, overcoats and vintage formal wear, and often looks quite over-dressed for the ocassion.

Personality: Vastly silent on most topics, Vega usually draws attention when speaking. They sound mostly like a very deeply voiced woman with a booming smooth, masculine emphasis. Prone to fits of panic and hysteria, Vega hates the thought of change, and has been known to sound slightly higher pitched when panicking. Often, sleeping in a human-sized freezer helps calm them down. Vega takes art very seriously, and few things make them happier than a stage set or themes that reminds them of German Expressionist Films. Generally a tough cookie to crack, Vega isn't at all a bad person, just one who is often (literally) cold and calculating.

Ambitions: Vega wants to learn every language they ever hear. Currently they speak Spanish, Portuguese, English, German, Danish, and Finnish.(in that order) Often hidden, Vega has hangups about feeling unheard or not understood, and hopes speaking many languages will help.

History: Born in Spain, late winter of 1905, Vega had no permanent family and drifted from household to household of his distant relatives. With an eye for design they drifted farther NorthEast from home at the age of 15, and found themself in Germany, just as the German Expressionist artistic movement was in full swing. Designing and coordinating outfits for film upon film, Vega soon gathered a reputation, and a steady stream of work. Then they met Ahren, a seemingly young, sophisticated film director who had highly admired Vega's work. No one quite knows why, but Ahren wanted to immortilize Vega. And he did. And then never returned to see his work. Vega woke up in a shallow grave the next night to find out that Arch-duke Franz Ferdinand had been shot and killed. World War One had Begun. So Vega fled Germany before the war become too intense and reverted back to their old technique: Drift NorthEast. Somehow finding themself in Finland, Vega spent decades lying dormant, under an abandoned church, and woke up in the full swing of the technology era. Now Vega is back, and is in love with the sounds of rock. Joining the crew of a modern rock band and living amongst society is proving to hard, but Vega wants to give life another shot.

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Played By: flightoftheunicorn

Name: Anja Suutari (click on each name to hear the authentic pronunciation! smile )

Gender: Female

Age Appears To Be: 20

Actual Age: 169

Nationality: Finnish

Job: Stage lighting

Powers: weather control, currently working on learning empathy/emotional healing

Appearance: Long chestnut bangs hang across her face and get in the way from time to time. Her lustrous, wavy hair is usually tied back somehow, or tucked up under a camoflage print hat. Her face is diamond-shaped and her complexion is beautiful. Deepset vibrant blue eyes peer out from underneath her shaggy auburn-chestnut bangs. Soft, full lips rim delicately pointed fangs. She is slender and has a great figure. Her clothing style ranges from grunge/punk to antique/vintage, depending on her mood.



Personality: Anja is just as gentle and shy as her face suggests. Though she is a vampire and she must drink blood to survive, she doesn't kill her victims because she is opposed to taking life. But don't play pool with her. She'll slaughter you mercilessly, smiling sweetly all the while. When cash ran low and she needed a roof over her head, Anja supported herself very successfully at various times in her life by pretending to be horrible at pool and placing bets. She doesn't need to bet anymore to support herself, but she'll still clobber you sweetly if you ask to play her. She has a fairly witty, sarcastic sense of humor. Though she enjoys artistic and literary pursuits, she's still a very fun, down-to-earth girl who also enjoys the simple things in life. She reads and writes alot. Her appetite for literature, history, and the arts is boundless. What she loves most about being a vampire is the opportunity to keep learning and growing. She likes to talk about art, literature, philosophy, and - well, practically anything. No matter what the subject is, the way her mind works, she'll find some aspect of it that interests her and focus on that. She likes to set people at ease, and in her shy, gentle way she does just that - her presence is soothing. She is a good listener. But beneath her gentleness is a fiery passion that burns in her. She loves deeply and lives passionately. The arts are her language, and she expresses herself best in that way. She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and some of the things that she has had to do to survive she found distasteful. Possibly most distasteful are occasions when she has to flirt with random men in order to lure them over into a dark alley so that she could feed. She always hates doing that.

Ambitions: She wants to have many careers over the course of her very long life, and her current career working with stage lighting is a tenative step in the direction of a career in music. She writes poetry and hopes to write songs, sing, and play the guitar someday. One of her life's ambitions is to learn to play every instrument in the world. Thus far, she's only been through a few of them, being somewhat proficient at playing the flute, harp, and violin - all instruments that don't make it into modern rock music. Right now, she's enjoying working with stage lighting, but all the while, she is quietly writing songs and learning the guitar in her spare time. She also hopes to write and publish a book of poetry and a couple of novels someday. There is so much that she really wants to do if she lives long enough. She wants to dance ballet, study martial arts, and be an Olympic figure skater and a gymnast. She wants to travel all over the world and see everything, explore everything, learn as many languages as she can.

History: Anja was born in Finland in the year 1840. She had a fairly normal childhood in a caring, supportive home. However, in the 1800s, a woman was expected to marry, and staying single for life was often not an option. In those days, women married young: 15, 16, 17 ... Anja did not love any of the young men who sought her hand in marriage, and so, though it pained her to have to see broken-hearted faces, she turned them all down. When she reached the age of 20, her parents, fearing their daughter might never marry, pressured her to accept the courtship of the wealthy son of a local merchant. Feeling that a marriage to a rich man would bring prosperity to her family as well, she accepted his proposal of marriage, even though she did not love him.

On her way home from doing some errands in town, she ran into her fiancee near a local tavern. He was very drunk. He grabbed her and dragged her roughly into an alley nearby. Anja struggled hard to get away, but he pinned her to a wall with vice-like strength. "Anja ... I"m hungry ..." he growled drunkenly. "You will be my wife soon, so you have to feed me tonight," Ignoring the muffled screams that came from beneath the hand clamped over her mouth, he leaned foward and Anja squeezed her eyes shut, willing it all to be a nightmare. What she feared did not happen, but instead, she suddenly felt something like knives piercing her neck, and a strange sound like drinking. She began to grow weaker and at last, she collapsed. Dimly conscious, she felt his lips on hers roughly, opening her mouth. He spat something that tasted strange and salty into her mouth. "Can't have you dying now, can I?" he muttered drunkenly. Then he staggered away, leaving her lying there unconscious in that dark alley.

Very soon, Anja would know what Fredrik had meant when he had said "hungry." Food no longer filled her hunger, and water did not quench her thirst, and there were new scents, now. When her little sister accidentally cut her hand with a kitchen knife, Anja leaned forward eagerly. The smell of blood was intoxicating ... She felt light-headed and all of a sudden, she knew what she needed. So, that night she went out hunting. There was an old beggar man in a dark alley. Anja hadn't intended it to be him. She reached out to help him to his feet, to take him to a local inn for a meal, but when she touched his hand, rough bandages of cloth parted for a moment to reveal bruised and bloody flesh. The next thing she knew, she was drinking, and it felt oh, so good ... She lost herself in it, lost track of time and place. She was brought back to awareness when she felt the old man's body slide to the ground, limp and lifeless. She tried to wake him, thinking that he was only unconscious, but as she leaned over his face, she could feel that there was no breath coming from his mouth. Horrified, she realized what she had done. Weeping, Anja knelt down and closed his dead eyes and just held him for a moment ... this poor dead man who probably had no family, no one to mourn him. And then, she ran ... it started to rain. Rain and tears mingled on her face, and the blood around her mouth was washed away. No one was awake when she got home, so Anja wrote a hasty letter on a piece of paper, grabbed a carpetbag and filled it with as much clothing as she could stuff into it, and ran out into the night, leaving behind a very brief letter that said, "I'm sorry, Mama, Papa. I cannot marry Fredrik. I hate him. He is a terrible man. I love you both very much. Please tell Nelma and Minna that I love them too." She never went back. She was afraid that maybe someday, the lifeless body sliding to the ground would be one of her sisters or her parents.

She fought hard against her hunger, but she found that if she waited too long to feed, it was harder to be in control and to stop before she took too much blood. So, she always counted in her head as she drank ... "1, 2, 3 ... " up to 30, and then she always stopped and left her lightheaded victim behind. It was many years before Anja could forgive herself for what had happened to the old man. She knew that it had been an accident and that she hadn't known what she was doing, hadn't been in full control, but the memory of him haunted her for a long time. And because being a vampire did not change who she was, a good and gentle person, and in memory of the man she had killed, she abhors the needless taking of innocent lives.

As time went by, she was able to bury her past. She went back to her village in the 1980s, knowing that by then, 120 years later, no one she had known would still be alive. She found her parents' graves, and with a bit of digging in local genealogical records, she was able to find her sisters' married names and their graves as well. She laid flowers on their graves, tortured as she had been many times before - wondering if she should have come back ... maybe she would have been able to control herself ... she could have made them into vampires too, and then they'd all still be together ...

Years went by, after several different careers, she decided that she would pick up an old love, music. But she didn't want to rush headlong into it, so she decided to pursue a career in stage-lighting and special effects first. She could travel on tours with a band and observe the lifestyle - see if she wanted to pursue it or not. She took courses in stage effects and got a degree, and then interviewed with several bands, and finally received an offer from a band named Strange Creatures. She would have accepted the offer anyway, but when the manager shook her hand and smiled and she saw slightly elongated canine teeth, she was overjoyed to have found more of her kind. She had been alone for a long time, not able to maintain long-term friendships because she didn't age and had to move every 10 years. She was so lonely ... Maybe now she wouldn't have to be alone anymore . . .

[flightoftheunicorn]

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Played By: x_squiddish_x

Name: Owen O’Connor

Gender: Male, last he looked down.

Age Appears To Be: Twenty Seven

Actual Age: One Hundred and Nine Years of Age

Nationality/Country of Birth: Ireland

Job: He has no ‘official’ job, though among his coven he is known as the go-to man for information on any type of animal; their resident ‘vet’, or guru, if you will. How that ever helps then, though, I am unsure.

Powers: He has all of the typical ‘powers’ you would find in a vampire, however when it comes to acquired or learned skills he has none. He has enough trouble keeping his own, normal powers in check.

Appearance: Blonde hair, rather straggly and messy looking. His body is muscular, but not overly so. For the most part, he seems like your average man; except for the fangs, of course.

Personality: Owen is quite the character when it comes right down to it. He’s sweet and kind to most people, like the kind of man that will open the door for you. However, as it has been said, Owen is not normal. Not in the slightest. He barks. Not orders, not like he’s pissed at you, though that is the common reason. But he actually barks. Just like a dog. A scowl crosses his face and he barks when he’s angry. That’s not his only quirk mind you, but it is the only one that causes him to display animal like qualities and sounds.

Ambitions: To be normal... at times, though other times he is fine being who he is.

History: Owen’s life was normal... quite average to say the least. In fact, even after he was turned, his life remained normal. Normal in the sense that he has always displayed animal like qualities in his everyday life. Not really that he’ll act like a cat on occasion or stand on all fours. But he barks. When he was around forty, he met Ulrich and joined his coven.
The barking has not improved.


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Played By: punk d’anarchiste

Name: Ulrich Himmel

Gender: Completely and inherently male.

Age Appears To Be: Thirty-five years old.

Actual Age: Old as hell itself.

Nationality/Country of Birth: He was born in Germany.


Instrument Played/Job: Leader of the German coven. Oh, and he plays a mean accordion.

Appearance:
The man in question
Ulrich Himmel is a charming fellow. He gives you that nineteen thirty-six gentleman feel. That appealing smile and winking eyes. Like a movie star. Strangely as if he had walked off the screen. He tells people he was born way before his time. Has a lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, though he his never actually smoking.


Personality: He seems very composed, yet at times naturally drunk. He has a sinister side, some anger issues, but, even when he is angry he seems to hide it very well. When he’s yelling, he’s often smiling. He claims to have been in movies.

Ambitions: Keep other vampires the hell out of Germany by being so hospitable that it makes them sick. Too many idiots there already.


History: So, apparently being as old as Hell, means you were born in 1601. Ulrich was born to a good pair of parents. He grew up climbing up trees, making up stories about fighting bears, and he ignored most everything happening around him. The men coming to power was no important to him as a splinter in his left a**-cheek as long as he could get the attention of every woman in his village.

And he did. But that came with its downfalls. He had laid with the wrong girl in a meadow one evening. Still weary from working that day, he pulling up his trousers under the moonlight, happy as a tom-cat who was born with oddly large balls. So drunk on whatever he had drank that night, he stumbled into the woods singing his heart out.

And while that was obviously not a great idea, when you’re drunk everything is rainbows. A maggot infested corpse is suddenly charming, a fat, drooling milk-maid is your woman; it just works like that.

And there was no faster way to sober up than having a Strigoi-Mort jump your bones to try and rip your throat out. Those creatures are monstrous, inhuman. The primitive vampire, still susceptible to apotropaics, the stuff of legends used to scare the s**t out of Ulrich as a child. But, as a BOY, and now as a man, nothing so silly would have scared him.

Before he was getting his throat ripped out, he was under the impression his lover had come back for more. And very eagerly at that.

“I see you’ve returned…” He slurred, laughing, before becoming very sober. Ulrich was pined like a butterfly on cardboard. The only thing that saved him was a fierce faced, witchy old woman, running full force with a large wooden club at the Strigoi. Her battlecry was about as terrible as the creature over him. A series of screeching yelps, like a door creaking open and shut slamming a cat continually into the wall.

A dull, smoosh of a thonk toppled the Strigoi. Ulrich could remember being dragged back to a cottage, and up a series of rough wooden steps rather unpleasantly.

“Ugh…” He felt sick and like the woman was still dragging him. He was laying flat in a bed.

“Drink this.”

His eyes were opened once, to see the inside of the woman’s small cottage. He wondered why he wasn’t being bandaged with irritation. “Why…are you letting me die.”

“Drink this. This is the only way you will live,” She held the bowl to his lips, really giving him no choice, “The blood of the creature who attacked you.”

If it was going to save him, then he’d do it. He drank as much as she gave him. She gave him one bowl and that made his stomach burn, want to burst. Yet, she told him to drink the second bowl. He did it again. He didn’t feel dizzy anymore, though sick. He was losing his sanity. Ulrich sat up on the third bowl. “I would usually say this was disgusting…” She gave him a forth, a fifth, a six, and the last one, the richest one. The thick one with all the bloody dredges.

He was breathing heavily, before he doubled over in pain. His wounds had healed. But, he felt as if his humanity was slowly being ripped from him. Those feelings are usually accurate. There are not many instances where you can simply think such a thing.

“How do you feel, young-man?”

“Sick.”

“You are only going to find yourself worse.”

“I didn’t think worse was possible.”

“It is, hmm…it is,” She mused, “You need to get out of here. There is a cave deeper in the woods. I don’t know if what I did was effective. In healing.”

“Apart from the aches I have, I feel better. Look at my wounds, they have disappeared. You have worked wonders.”

She peered at him, now almost frightened, warily, her voice was rough, “So you believe… Leave. “

“Can I thank you?”

“No. ”

She pushed Ulrich out the door, “I really want to thank you.”

“You do not.” Her voice was worried, horrified. She herself had not known what she had done in her hunt for a new medicine, “You do not.

God forgive me…”

He was left to his own devices. That night he had gone to the cave she had vaguely given him directions to. He clenched his gut, retching up what was in his insides. He knew something was wrong. There was a feeling. Things felt different. He felt he was in a new skin.


Present day, he leads a mixed coven of misfit vampires hidden in Germany. Some foolish, some smart, they are a mixed bag of nuts.


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Played By: x_squiddish_x

Name: Natalia Mina

Gender: Female

Age Appears To Be: Early Twenties

Actual Age: Near Two Hundred Years old, though she is not sure of her actual age.

Nationality/Country of Birth: Italy.

Job: Natalia is a vampire hunter and a damphyr.

Powers: Because Natalia is not fully a vampire, the power and vulnerabilities that vampires are used to are not the same when applied to her. She still has a taste for blood, which is normal, though she can control that thirst better than a full vampire can. It is not essential, it simply causes a great discomfort if she doesn’t have it; almost like withdrawal.

In the same way, she can enjoy normal food and drink and she needs sleep more so than vampires normally would.

Sunlight, however, has no affect on her. In that way, she is ‘free’. She could go out at noon and feel the same as though she were going out at midnight. The powers that she does have cannot be easily ‘drained’ by other vampires, nor can she drain theirs. Because her powers are so limited and less extreme, they are unaffected by that.

Her abilities are also affected. She is relatively strong when compared to the average human. Her strength is increased because of the vampire half of her. In the same way, so is her healing. While she is not immortal, the healing powers she has, has kept her alive longer than one would expect. Although her healing isn’t as quick as it would be if she was full-vampire, it still works and it keeps her from dying (depending on the severity of the wound, that is). And, it keeps her alive and looking young. (She does age, it is simply at a much slower rate)

Enhanced senses, speed, and hypnotism apply to her only on a small level. Her hearing and sight are slightly above average when compared to a human, though it’s nothing substantial. Her speed, as well, is only as fast as one that may sprint on occasion. She simply has the ability to keep at that speed for longer than others may be able to. Hypnotism is probably the one she least has the ability to use. At times, she seems to be able to play with your emotions. And that may be, at a small level, due to the hypnotism.

Appearance:


Personality: Natalia is not the kind of woman you would like to meet on the street. Nor the kind that you’d want to become friends with; she does not make friends... she manipulates people and uses them. Trickery is her main weapon and she uses it well. If you end up with her, chances are it is because you’re a vampire. If that’s the case, chances are you will most likely not remain ‘alive’ for long.

There has only been one vampire that Natalia has ever left alive, and from him her Hunter name was formed: The Black Widow. Much like the spider’s themselves, she uses seduction to lure her prey in, and she may even go as far to have an intimate relationship with you. Once she has you where she wants you; she kills you. She has no regards for the lives of vampires. Though, it can be said that her skills are mostly used on the male vampires.

Along with her seductive nature, Natalia is not trusting. She doesn’t want to make friends and she doesn’t leave her enemies alive. Relationships, in general, are severely difficult for her. It was one of the main reasons that she ended up with the job she now has. Commitment is not a reality in her world and she doesn’t expect it to be. Although she isn’t keen on sharing what she thinks, she’ll be quick to tell you that she’s happy how she is. That is, however, a complete lie. In a sense, Natalia craves attention. She wants to have someone that would stay by her. This is one of the main reasons that she uses seduction. She wants others to feel the same pain she has felt; too think that they are loved, to be used, and, ultimately, to be thrown away. She does not want to simply kill you; she wants you to suffer.

As well, she will use the fact that she is a damphyr to her advantage as often as she can. In general, not being fully vampire or fully human is not accepted. She feels, most of the time, shunned by both humans and vampires as she does not fully fit with either. If she can use her state for her best interests, she will. It isn’t like she can hide it from other vampires, however, so it needs to be used in some way. She won’t allow it to stop her from completing her mission.

Ambitions: Kill every last Vampire, even if it costs her life. Her reasons are her own.

History: Natalia’s history is not pleasant and it’s not likely that you will ever know about it. Despite thinking that, because she is nearly two-hundred years old, she wouldn’t remember her past; you’re wrong. She remembers almost all of it; at least after the age of fifteen. There are bits and pieces, here and there that she either cannot remember or doesn’t want to remember.

Natalia is a damphyr, which leads to the part where it can be said that her mother was human; bitten in labor birth by a vampire. Thus, Natalia was born. Her father was not around, and her mother died shortly after the birth because of the ‘doctor’s’ extra means of medical treatment. Because of this, she was placed in foster care. Unlike most kids, Natalia was adopted within two months of being placed in the foster care. The family she lived with seemed nice enough; albeit they didn’t know about her... condition, as they call it. Her family was loving; too loving if you were to ask Natalia. From the time she turned thirteen until she was almost seventeen years old, her adoptive father abused her.

It was then, at the age of sixteen, that she found her differences. One night, before her father came home, she killed her mother and drank her blood; unable to make herself stop once she had started. She ran after that, before anyone could find her. She couldn’t understand why she did it; or why, in a sense, she did it to her mother rather than her ‘father’. The damphyr all but disappeared at this point. She found a nice little, private corner to live in and went about her life as though everything was normal. She worked as a waitress in a small café and tried to keep to herself. Despite telling herself, over and over, that it had to be done, she continued to have nightmares about her mother.

But, life wore on. It was almost twenty years later that another kink showed up in her life. His name was Gregor McGarthy. The suave, seductive Irishman came in and swept Natalia off her feet. They began a relationship, and it lasted close to six years before life caught back up to her. Gregor was, in fact, a vampire. This was not new news to Natalia. It was new, however, when the man came home one day and nearly killed her. He hadn’t expected that her powers of healing would be so developed because she was not a full vampire, and underestimated her strength. Outraged, Natalia turned his plans against him and murdered him in their apartment. That was the main turning point in her life. She began to lose trust in the world around her and decided that vampires, as a whole, could be blamed for the faults of the man she thought she had loved.

She did, in fact, take a lot of her cues from Gregor. Once she began to hunt vampires she tried to simply hunt them down and kill them. That isn’t always the easiest thing to do; nor was it at all gripping for Natalia. After a few years, ideas begin to surface. Seduction crept into her work and she began to become the man she had killed. Playing her prey’s emotions for herself became her main focus. She lured them into a false sense of security and then ended their life. She has, for almost a hundred and fifty years, now, been hunting vampires.

All because of a heart break.

[flightoftheunicorn]

Song Lyrics:


Various people have written songs that our band can sing. Anyone else who's interested in writing some song lyrics would be welcome to do so. Want your character to be the lyricist that wrote it? Just pm me and let me know which song and which character wrote it.

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Song Lyrics Table of Contents:

Who Are We, Heidi?
Crimson Snow
Parasite
Blood On Roses

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Who Are We, Heidi? Style Influence
By: punk d anarchiste

Who are you, Heidi?
Do you know what I am?
You’re so pure and I am dirt
The things you say will bring me hurt

You’re not who you say you are
We’re not what we say we are
I’m not who I claim to be
Case of mistaken identity

I Hades and you Persephone
Perhaps one night you said you loved me
I almost brought you to Hell
And amongst the angels who fell
You courted death.

You’re not who you say you are
We’re not what we say we are
I’m not who I claim to be
Case of mistaken identity
I am life, I am death.

You, the source of my longing
You will never belong to me
I won’t let you belong to me
For watching you blighted by living is too much
And watching you, the victor, would kill me.

You’re not who you say you are
We’re not what we say we are
I’m not who I claim to be
Case of mistaken identity
I am life, I am death
Here to court you
Unintentionally destroy you.

Do you know what I am?
You’re so pure and I am dirt
The things you say will bring me hurt

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Crimson Snow
By: flightoftheunicorn

I know what you're running from
the fears you hide from me
I want to hold you, steal you
you give life to me
but who you are running from
should always be me
you'll never really be free

beneath the crimson light
surrender to my kiss
I'll make you feel beautiful
I'll make you feel free

but I'm colder than you know
so much colder than snow
know that you're longing for me
but when I'm near you
you'll never really be free
you will always be
deeply belonging to me

beneath the crimson light
surrender to my kiss
I'll make you feel beautiful
I'll make you feel free

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Parasite
By: flightoftheunicorn

your love feeds me
your heartbeat is mine
I can almost hear your thoughts
when I hold you in my arms
when I look in your eyes
I can feel your soul
you know that I need you
I couldn't live without you

I'm always hungry
you're always giving
I'm always taking
you go on living
generating life for me
never stop feeding me

what is this feeling?
I want to protect you
I want to save you
I don't want to take from you anymore
I want to give
I want and need you to live

I'm always hungry
you're always giving
I'm always taking
you go on living
generating life for me
never stop feeding me

and now it's love
that keeps me alive
it's loving you
now I know this feeling
and it's you

I'm always hungry
you're always giving
I'm always taking
you go on living
generating life for me
never stop feeding me

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(The song below, though formerly claimed, is now open for adoption again.)


Blood On Roses
By: flightoftheunicorn

pale cheeks, glazed over eyes
my rose, I hold you close
but you're a white rose now
fallen softly into my arms
but you can't move now
and when I speak you do not hear me
I just wanted you to be near me
to feel your heartbeat in mine
to hold you close, for all of time
I was intoxicated by your taste
I lost control and I lost you

but there's blood on roses
you're a white rose now
red turned white, day to night
please speak, please breathe for me, my love
or you'll leave me in night eternally

I pulled you from the ground
I ripped you out of the soil
you can't grow anymore
if only I could keep you forever
here beside me, leaving me never
but there's blood on roses
rose that I'm holding
won't you speak to me
what have I done to you
that you can't answer me?

but there's blood on roses
you're a white rose now
red turned white, day to night
please speak, please breathe for me, my love
or you'll leave me in night eternally

but you can't even speak
blood on roses
you're a white rose now
and plucked roses
wither so quickly
please come back to me
I need you here beside me
but even if you can never return
I'll hold you forever in my memory
I'll never forget you
the tears that fall for you
will never stop
falling here inside me
I'll never forgive myself
for what I took from you
for what I took from me
for what will never be

but there's blood on roses
you're a white rose now
red turned white, day to night
please speak, please breathe for me, my love
or you'll leave me in night eternally

blood on roses
you're a white rose now
you're an angel now
goodbye my darling
goodbye my angel
from Heaven above
remember me

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[flightoftheunicorn]

reserved

[flightoftheunicorn]

reserved

[flightoftheunicorn]

Open! ^_^

[flightoftheunicorn]

Haha! I am here! *swirls vampirish cape*

[flightoftheunicorn]

*dances to "Livin' In A World Without You"*

If I had a band in real life, we'd sound like this - a hard, driving beat. Intense and passionate - just gorgeous.

"Livin' In A World Without You" by The Rasmus