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            June 1632


            To My Dear Sweetlings.

            I have traviled for many moons, and I belive I have found the prefect place to call our home. A small village in the middle of the country, a lovely area with plenty of live stak and an ever growing rate of hunting grounds. There are so many stars and space to roam during the night. It seems pure in a way, giving it that attractiveness that we look for. I have found a rahter quaint home for us to reside in just outside the towns boarder. With plenty of rooms for us to explor around and store out treasures.

            After being here for a week my presents has not gone unnoticed. One morning, when the sun and moon greet eachother. A large group came around and shoot an arrow with a note to the door. That night I found it, reading that it had rules for me, for us. We are alowed to live here, under one condition. We hunt, only what comes in our land. I have agreed to these terms, and there for, so have you.

            My darlings, gather up your belongings and follow the northern stars until you find me here. Dear ones, we will live here.

            ~Ӎaster ßane Ţhericho






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The Ԋistory of this forsaken town.

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                  You read your children stories about flying boys, of wolves who gobble up innocent grandmothers. Of girls who wake up in strange new worlds. However, you never tell your children about the dark, evil being of the undead who walk the earth, looking like humans, but eating like animals. Only, what happeneds when that horrid creature, becomes your next door neighbor? Do you move? Do you run away and never return? Or do you warn them? You warn them. Never, ever to go near that 'Hounted Mantion' on the boarder of the town. Never to go near it at all coast! The children who didn't listen, never returned to their bed that night, the ones who did, made sure to tell their children the same warning their mothers told them.
                  The year is, 1969, and the the people of the growing town had long forgotten about the warning that was pasted down from generation to generation. Only the great great grandparents still fear the house, but with thenew year, comes new technology and science. No one believes in the undead and the Children of the moon. Teenages, playful and stupid, dare one another to go near the haunted house. Most don't for fear of ghost and gobblins that might hurt them. But those who do, never see the sunlight again.
                  It is the Eve of Holloween [[Or after if you come in a little late]] and a large gruop of friends, all dressed up with bg full of goodies, dare each other to go into the Haunted Mantion for five minutes. What they don't know, is that the owners of that house, the ones who bought that house so long ago. Still reside inside, waiting for their food to come to them. Never aging, but always waiting. After gathering their courage, they enter, one by one. Only to be greated by the Master of the house, along with his 'sweetlings'. Only, this time, they are tiered of a quick meal. They want to use them as pets, as food that can be stored. Like crops, being grown over time.



        Here is where you come my dear ones.
        Are you a part of my clan?
        Will you become one?
        Will you fight for you lives and try to leave, my humble home.
        Will you fall in love?
        Will you die?
        The choice, is yours.

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Meet The Ţhericho Coven... Will add more if needed.

User Image Bane Thericho The leader of the clan. Someone no one messes with. Bane may no be the stronges in the clan, but she has wisdom and is the oldest in her family. She treats everyone in her clan as her children. She was bitten long ago, when the world was hardly explored. Not many know what happened, only two others so far. The Sister and her The Privaleged. Because of her name, most expect her to be a male, and is superised to see a slender long haired woman. She is rather flurtaious, but it never goes anywhere for she is still in morning for her lost mate. She has tattoo's that change constantly all over her body, but how they change is her little talent. She puts a mark on every one of her coven members; its her way of beign able to keep a 'hold' on them when she needs to.
Rank The Master
Age 923
Mark An Eye -Its the only one she never changes-
Currently Taken by Chambered_Melody


User Image The Sister She is the first person that The Master changed. While she was human, she was the kind of girl that everyone looked over. Soft spoken, and plane. After meeting Bane in the tavern she worked at so long ago. Finding out what she was a few weeks later, she had already become friends with Bane and wanted to travil along side her. Bane was only to willing to agreee. She is now obnoxious and outspoken. She loves attention and isn't afraid to go find it. She has gotten in trouble a few times for hunting off of their land. She thinks she should be the leader and not the privaleged one. Has a small thing for The Reble and hates The Privaleged One
Rank The Personal Body Guard to The Master
Age 765
Mark Cressent Moon
Currently Taken by OrGASMicChocolateCupCakes

User ImageThe Fighter She came along a decade or so after The Sister, she hadn't been changed by The Masterbut found her place in the family just the same. This young bodied woman was a warriors wife in her human life, she had a fire within her that could never have been fufilled by the life of a quiet married woman. The Fighter wanted to be out on the battle field. She can be bitter and quite the trickster, living to fight. Dislikes The Sister because she is jealous of her rank as body guard. Adores The Privaledged One.
Rank First in Command
Age 798
Mark A Flame
Currently Taken by teh soosh

User ImageThe Obedient One He could have been just anyone. But The Master had picked him out. No matter what year it was, there was always a miliraty source that was ready just encase something was needed. The Master had continued looking for more people to join her little clan. He was in the military, he was strong and handsom. Someone who would do good under The Fighter. Everything that she wanted in her seocond in command of army. One night during training, he was wounded and left in the woods, forgotten. Found by Bane. He was in the brink of death, perfect for her needs. He was canged that night. He was so greatful that he promised to do whatever The Master said. He was the second she turned.
Rank Second in command
Age 736
Mark A Sword
Currently Taken by Roleplaying W O N D E R

User Image The Misunderstood She never wanted to become a vampier in the first place. Not really. She only liked the idea of feeling hardly any pain. To her, it was a way out. She was being charged of witch craft. A sentince carried out only with death. The Sister found this out and though it wasn't right. Though she really was a 'witch'. She didn't want to die. The Master took pitty when she heard this and approved for her to become part of her clan. Her was the first person that The Sister changed.
Rank The Witch
Age 333
Mark A Pentacle
Currently Taken PlasticParadise


User Image The Rebel He was an outcast in the large town that he lived in. He belonged no where. A thefe and a trikster. He had tried to attack the Thericho clan, not knowing what they were, only that they were rich and worth stealing from. The Master didn't want this boy to be in her clan, but The Sister Had insisted. He was locked in a room for a few days before Bane allowed the change. Changing him soon after and against his will. He constantly breaks the rules, and has once caused Bane to move her clan. Bane wished to exterminate him, but her sister Continues to convine her otherwise. He knows he gets on The Masters nerves, and rather enjoys it too.
Rank Clan Member - The Master wont let him get any higher until he learns how to behave.
Age 265
Mark A Scopian
Currently Taken by Yuki_Junpaku


User ImageThe Privaleged One She is the youngest member of the group. Shy and small, she was the filler for The Master's sudden need for a smaller child, baby. Though it is a rule that their kind has to be of a sertin age, this child was just what Bane was looking for. The Sister envies her because she gets almost as much special privilege as she does. She is sweet and almsot innocent. Mishivious and very curious. She can get away with almost everything and is very smart on her toes. She is to be the new leader if Bane ever dies, but shhh, its a secret!
Rank Third in command
age 136
Mark A Rose
Currently Taken by Akia1354Chaos


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Meet The Humans... Will add more if needed.

User Image The Star The tipical 'loved by everyone and loves everyone' girl. She is kind to everyone, even The Outcast. She is a big part of her school, she is a swimmer, a cheerleader, and part of the student commity. She's even in the drama club! She's very busy and hardly has time to blink, but she loves it. Alsmost as much as she loves Halloween. A day that she can dress up and be just like everyone else. Sometimes she wishes she could be something more. She feels unaccomplished and just wishes she could have more energy to do all the things that she does. She is rather annoied with The Jock becasue he wont leave her alone. She is known, mainly by herself, to have crushes on anyone who makes her fell special. Right now, she rather likes Ms. Invisable but she can't let anyone know this. Being 'gay' wasn't something that was allowed in her family.
Age 17
Currently Taken by Chambered_Melody


User Image The Jock Hes the football's coah's dream. He can do just about anything physical. All brnze and no brain. He thinks he can do anything because he's the Lead Quarterback. He has a big thing for The Star And thinks he's going to get the girl in the end. He thinks only of himself and of ways to make himself look better. Everyone hates him, but wont say anything becuase being his friend makes them 'cool' at school. He likes to strut about the town thinking that eveyone is looking at him. He's very vain and teneds to stop and look at himself in windows and the mirror he always carries around in his pocket.
Age
Currently Reserved by Yuki_Junpaku


User ImageMs. Invisable She's quiet and keep to herself. Always carrying an jurnal around and writtin gher thoughs, she was serprised when The Star Started to take interst in her after she joined the Drams Club. She has an amazing singing voice and can dance like an angel. She hardly talks, but when she does, its powerful speakings with wisdome unknown to a human. She wishes she was prettyer so more people would notice her. She has a small crush on The Star but is to shy to do anything about it.
Age 17
Currently Taken by The Kondom Faiiry

User Image The Outcast No matter what he does, he can't seem to get noticed. He is an artist and his paintings are unbelieveible for his age. Really, anything artistic he does is amazing for a teenager in school! Expressing himself is though his art. He thinks little of himself and is rather 'Emo'. Hurtting himself because he thinks it makes him feel better. An orphan as far back as he can remeber, he doesn't feel like he belongs anywhere and is shocked that he has friends at all. Even though his new parents are nothing but nice to him, he can't shake the feeling that they only pittied him.
Age 17
Currently Taken by Sinnful Shady


User Image The Gossiper She's in everyone's busyness nad knows everything about everyone. Its hard to keep something from her and the way she can weesel things out of you. She's a little bit of a slut herself but has her eyes on The Jock, thinking hes dreamy and positivly the best thing that's happen to this town. She wants to be a spy and would fit the job too if it wasn't for her big mouth and lack of social skills. Not many people like her, they just tolorate her. All this in unknown to her, she thinks she's loved by everyone and is more popular then The Star, who she hates!
Age 17
Currently Open


User Image The Bad A** He practicly lives in detention. Puling pranks and getting cought smoking weed during classes. The only reason why he doens't get kicked out is becuase the school takes pitty becuase he's homeless and is a ward of the state. He thinks of this as a 'do anything and get away with it' pass. Amazingly, he gets some of the best grades in school, he just loves the thirll of danger and the adrenalin of getting in trouble. He loves adrenaline and will do anything for a good rush.
Age 18
Currently Taken by Ruque Honzaro

User Image The Musician She's very new to this school, new to the town even. She's very happy most of the time, but watch out when she get's angry. Even now she still goes though tharipy becuase of her sudden anger issues. When she was very little her father died, but she's not sad about it anymore. She found his guitar that her mother had been hididng and hasn't put it down sence. She's very easy to talk to and is very musical; not sining, but with her guitar. She is more found of writting her own music than anything, and does that in her spare time. She's very glad that she's made freinds so easily, she was worried that it would be hard. She likes to think of herself as a hippy, she's even a vegitarian.
Age 18
Currently Taken OrGASMicChocolateCupCakes



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Rather then to strech the page out to no end, I will be placing the profiles on another thread. This one, to be percise. Please don't worry about having the skeliton in the slot you wish to fill, I have those their for my own reasons. Just pretened they arn't there if needed. It will also be our Occ and Chat room. Please respect one another while inside to show that this is a thread that people would want to join. Thank you.

If there is anything I need to explain, please let me know.



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-Time :: Vampiers time- Around eight, just after the sun wen't down on Holloween Eve.
Humans time- Around eight fourtyfive in the morning during school.

- Human's:: Just remember that its the day BEFORE Holloween so they can be getting their things ready or going to school. Whoever postes first will be the desider of that one. Also that the Vampier's time will be different until Holloween night.

- Marks :: Each Clan member has one. It doesn't matter where it is placed. As long as it is there. It is The Master's little way of keeping some kind of control on her Coven members. Having to do with one of her gifts. Getting them is slightly painful, but the pain ends soon after. The Ink that is put into them is her own special kind, one she controls. If she wishes, she can control the ink and turn it against her family. This doesn't happen often unless punishment is called ofr.

-Vampier Members:: In this RP, Vampier's are to be a mixture of moderate and traditional.
Sun - It hurts them, so its unwise to be in it.
Food - They can eat human food, but blood is better for them.
Sleep - They don't have to, but it recharges them to sleep.
Apperance - They have fangs, but they are not retractible, but can be hidden by lips. They have hard cold skin, but to another vampier, their skin is warm and smooth. They are venomous; hence why they can change humans into them. Their eyes can change color, but not something like, brown to purple. No, if you as the puppet master wishes it, their eyes can change from their normal eye color, to a darker one when they are thirsty or hunting.
Behavior - When they are first 're-born' their thirst is their first priority. This can last for many years, it depends on the vampier. Thir thirst will be more easy to control as they age. The older they are, the easyer it is to resist an open wound of a human, or the scent of blood. For the more younger ones, this will be harder. At times, their insticns will take over.
-If I need to add more, I will.

- If someone wishes to add a member to the group. All one must do is send me a little discription of the character and I will deside if they are nobel enough to be in the family or group.
-Thank you


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That's Ţerichio To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A ßanexxxxxxxxŤhe Ϻaster


          Her eyes opened slowly on the night of Holloween Eve as the sun started to set on the day. Silver eyes glowing in the dark as she let out a soft sight."Only one more day until the screaming begins." A soft voice though to herself as the statue that was her figure started to move from inside her large, dark, traditional Crypt. Something she holds dear to her. Very dear. Its said that a vampier's crypt held their life in-tacked. Bane was never one for rumers, but, she had had this from the first night she was re-born. She wasn't going to take any chances. Her crypt was sone of her treasures and one of the many things that her children are never to touch. Ever. She lifted her arm and slowly slid off the top peice with eas, moving it as if it didn't weight a tone. Opening it just enough that her slender body would be able to easily make its way out. Closeing her eyes for a moment, she released a thick wave of peafecul feelings as the crypt was being opened, the sent of lavender and blueberries started to slowly ozze out from her room, into the vents and into her most humble home so that her waking hours would be a pleasent one rather then a disapointment like the other night. The calm feeling would spread like a wild fire thoughout the house. Seeping into each room and to each member of her family. Something hardly anyone can resist, who would want to? Bane sertinly didn't know.

          She smiled after two minutes of letting her room darken slighlty. The sun was still slowly inching its way down past the earth and onto the other side. Bane slid forward, her black Nightgound sliding up with her. Taking in a deep breath the joyful scents that she had filled the room with, already relaxing the crinks in her back. He loved her crypt, but it needed to be padded..not that it hurt her, it was just annoying. She slid half way out of the crypt before she instinctivly started to look around. Checking to see that no one was in her room, listening for any sounds that didn't belong. At times, her little one, Rosy, would come into her room and hide away all night, just to be near. It was cute, but dangerouse for her little one. The others had spaced themselfs around the mansion, but her room was the largest, and practicly in the center of the house, only moments from each room. She pulled the rest of herself out of her 'bed' and streched her arms out before walking over to the window. She took in a small breath before opening the drapes ever so slightly, letting in a small ray of light enter into her room. Gazing at the light she watched it as it slowly faded, a scowel on her face untill, at least. Darkness had covered over the town.

          She almost threw open the drapes, letting the moonlight shine down on her, the largest smile on her face. She walked over to her large walk in wordrobe and pulled out a Red Dress, not bothering with shoes, she never liked them. After brushing her hair one hundred times while looking into her vanity mirrior, she finaly figureed she was ready to leave her santuary. She pulled on a long, black Trench coat that was almost as old as she was. Hand made and stolen while she was still 'young'. Opening her door the hallway outside her room was lit up with dull lights that were never turned off, even during the day. She looked down the Grand doubble sided stair case a soft smile on her face as she slowly entered the Main Room. It matched her style to 'T'. It was dark, yet vibrent, it matched the style vampiers are known to have. She glided down the stairs, seeming as if she never even touched the steps themselfs. Walking over to fire palce before slowly turing it on. It was on a timer, so by the time the fire was lit, she was a safe distance away from the flames. She tried to make it seem as if she were fearless, but it wasn't very well hidden of her fear for the flames touch. She walked over to the corner farthest from the fireplace where her small Throne sat. It wasn't large, but she had one in almost every room. It was her way of making sure she had a seat. It just happened to be a little more elegant than the other chairs in the would mantion.

          She sat tall and regel in scilance, her waves of peace still flowing out from her. Her chest slowly rising and falling with her unneeded breathing. Unneeded because only the living need air. Her eyes stayed locked on the flames, as far away as she was from it, she could still feel the heat that it gave off. It was nice to feel the warmth against her cold stone like body. Though it always bouthg back painful memories of Envy, she didn't mind it to much. She sat, her long dress spread out around her jsut before she crossed her legs, then, the dress fell around her legs, showing the pale ivory skin that covered her from head to toe. She had origionaly been darker, but eh, Vampier Vemon does that to a girl. She looked around, looking for her children whome should be awaking soon. Well, the girls would. The boy's were known for sleeping in later into the night or to be out, hiding away from the sun because they were lat in comeing in. Something she worried about, but didn't bother to much on. She started to hum to herself as a few long minutes past before she stood up from her chair, and walked over to the small bar that held the only type of liquid that she would drink. Blood. But this was special blood, only her favorite and the most pure went into her bar cabinet. She reached up to her neck and pulled from under her dress a long silver chain. On the end was a Little brass key so she could unlock the bar. On the inside was many differnt viels of blood, blood reserved only for her. She pulled out a wine glass, clear, before she pulled out a large full viel of the darkest blood in the cabinet and Pured it into the glass. Once the thick liquid was inside her glass, the blood kept warm by a complex heating system. She locked the bar again and put the chain back in its place. She once again sat down again in her seat, just the way she had been before. Her legs cossed and her back straight. Slowly, Bane brougth the glass to her lips, letting the glistening liquid simply touch her lips before she pulled it away. Tasteing the blood sent shiveres down her spine. She smiled before taking a real drink from her cup. It warmed her more then the fire, and was far less frightening.

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Angelique's eyes opened slowly, her skin feeling a light breeze through her small three paned window being cracked open. In a very cliche manner, she loved the way it made her feel like a vampire, a more amusing way of thinking that it's true. Lightly, she pushed her clawed hands against her white padding inside the coffin and pushed the lid back. A cold draft nipped at her skin, and she rose elegantly from her rest and she sat upright for a moment, closing her her hazel-gold eyes. Taking in an unnecessary breath, and smirking playfully at the scent of blood.

'Master is awake,of course' Angelique thought incredibly as she stood up straight, her purple silk pajama set clung to her body, and she stepped out, barefoot and glided towards the mirror by her reading corner. Gazing at her long black hair, and pushing her red highlighted bangs out of her hair, and combing it lightly to the side, and then putting it back into a light small pony tale. A light smile brushed across her face, and then she tilted her head to the side.

"How sleepy I must look--you're so pitiful Angelique." she told herself as she messed with the invisible bags under her eyes.

Walking towards the large cetar chest, in the corner, she opened it up and pulled out a short, blue dress with a large black bow on the center. Angelique was always very tall, even barefooted she stood at five foot ten inches, and now, after her rebirthing, she now stands at nearly six feet tall. Due to her activities, and how she plays around with everyone, she wore tight black leggings with white skulls assorted around them, and large black boots. After dressing, Angelique released her hair and combed it to where it was suitable for the Master.

Pulling all of her bulky silver rings around her fingers, and her black bracelets around her wrists, she stepped towards her door, opened it and stepped out, walking down the large stairway; her hand was resting gently on the railing just in case she would fall--not likely to happen of course--but she felt okay doing it. The smell of the blood in The Master's cup made her thirsty, a soft, clinging feeling tugged at her stomach, and her heart--if she would have had one--would have started beating so quickly. Walking silently towards the large canister by the bar, aside the one that the Master has a key for; was a case filled of large viles of a dark red liquid, her favorite of course. Type O positive. Clutching onto a vile, and pouring it into a black stained glass, Angelique turned quickly and focused on The Master's beautiful form sitting in her throne.

A light respectful nod towards her direction and a simple, yet grateful voice escaped her lips.

"Good evening, My master, how was your rest?"

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