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[Marion-san]

Ș ҽ ʆ ҏ ɧ ɣ ɼ xxx ᾎ υ ɱ ᾳ ɳ ῐ ʆ
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Slikan Military Interrogation Specialist

I know I'd better stop trying
You know that there's no denying
I won't show mercy on you now

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Would you mind if I killed you?
Would you mind if I tried to cause you have
Turned into my worst enemy

[Marion-san]

Name: Lazarus Kolth Relitos
Age: 335
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Race: Dökkálfar
Powers: I have an interesting affect over the ability of the blood to clot. With a little time, some concentration, and a few choice words, I can encourage the blood to coagulate in the veins and starve various parts of the body of life-bearing oxygen. Or, with a few other words, I can have the same blood flowing from the body in such a rapid manner until the body dies from its loss.
xxxx I also have some influence over animals and the weakminded, able to impose my will upon them. It certainly helps to keep my country under my thumb, and my children in line.
Weakness: Though my methods of showing it are far to none, I care a great deal about my country, wife, and children, in that order. I will do what I can to ensure their safety, even if it means sacrificing one of the lesser things I love. For instance, if to better or protect my country, I will, and have, sacrificed a child.
xxxxThey say I am extremely stubborn, in almost every area. When I truly believe in something, beyond all shadows of doubt, I will not change my mind. Some might compare the effort as a trip to the deepest depths hell and back again.
xxxx Poor eyesight makes me a terrible shot. I wield long-ranged weaponry with the barest of proficiencies, though I can do wonders with a handheld, close-range weapon.
Weapons: I am always armed with a decorative, deadly rapier and a knife. I am proficient in battle with both. In an actually fight, I will carry a shield, and know how to use it to fight as well.
Likes: Loyalty, Dranvan, Power, Victory, Justice, Nuri, My Children (for the most part)
Dislikes: Slikan, Tairain, My Brothers, Disloyalty, Lies, People who try to be sneaky in their tactics
Pets: I have no time for mere pets. They only get in the way. I do, however, have creatures that remain by my side, especially when confronting those commoners, but they are no pets. Pho is a pheonix, and Chi is a chimera. I raised both from infancy, and thus both have undying loyalty towards their lord and master.
Kingdom: Dranvan
Rank/Job: King
Crush: My Beautiful Nuri.
Bio: As a child, I was promised that which held my greatest desire. My father had taken me aside, showed me our country, and told that I would one day rise to take the throne over the marvelous land that lay before me. I spent many, many a year in training, wanting to become the greatest king there was. Fierce to his foes, gentle to his people, and intelligent when using the land. I did everything I could to ensure that I would be that kind of man. A man that Father would have been proud to hand the kingdom over to.
xxxAnd then they came into the picture. My brothers. They were told much the same thing, and, on his deathbed, Father made it so. His kingdom was split into three, and I was given only a third of what was promised to me. The least fertile land in the province.
xxxOutraged, I bided my time, secretly vying for the return of my land. My rightful land! I married a beautiful woman who boasted of her fallen angel blood. Too bad she was a halfling. A fallen angel who also had drow blood within her. Had I realized, I would not have taken her as a wife. Still, the wedding proved to be my greatest assets. My brother, Lucian, certainly did not think that his elder brother would spring so soon after he was wed, and we went to war.
xxxMy wife eventually bore me a daughter, Ariana. Another drow, who had just a drop of her mother's half fallen angel heritage in her. not enough to retain her more angelic features beyond her beauty. Ariana become my heir, and was trained accordingly. My wife, on the other hand, seemed to have become sterile after the fact, so years later, still longing for another child, I found and bedded another, who gave birth to my son Garron. Soon thereafter, my wife became pregnant with another. My son, Kaniolth, retained more of her angelic qualities, including his raven's wings. All three of my children blessed my life. And my brother's saw that.
xxxLucian, the horrible man he was, kidnapped my youngest son when he was a child. My wife, in her grief, died before he finally managed to return home. He was obviously broken over what had happened over there, and coming back to find his mother was dead. In order to show that we could not beaten, I forbade him to speak of what had happened to him to anyone. It was for our protection. The war escalated further, and, after I discovered my daughter, my heir, was secretly seeing a man from the country who had tormented her brother so, I ordered him killed.
xxxI married Nuri, a Tairainian woman, just two years after my wife's death. I needed a mother for my children, and a companion. Plus, it was a strategic move. She could potentially give me secrets that could bring Sage to his knees. Too bad she was worthless in most everything but in bed. Still. She made a good wife, and I do care for her deeply in spite of her attempts to hurt me by sleeping around. I just turn a blind eye to focus on winning the war. Which will happen soon, I am most certain.
Personality: Though I do hold much hatred in my heart for the things that my brother has done, I am still a loving man. I care for my children and my wife, and would do almost anything for them, provided that it would not halt progress in the war. I have a cold, harsh exterior, but am reasonable. Very few know that I am a caring man as I am strict and firm, and harsh with punishments. Those who act against me will certainly feel the pain they have brought to me ten-fold. Anyone who betrays me will be strung up afterwards as a representative to what happens when they do go against me. I will avoid failure at all costs, even if the price is that which is dearest to me.
A Dark Secret: I was instrumental in my son's capture and subsequent torture, as well as in the death of my wife. No one knows this, though I am afraid that Kain would suspect if he were able to reason things out.
Username: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: Draikyn Daringen Dante
Count those candles!: 17
I came to this world on: September 30
Can't you tell I'm: Male
I'm described as: different. Some people say I'm cold, and distant, but that's not true at all. I'm fairly quiet, and very reserved. It takes a lot of time in order to open up to people, but even then, there is still quite a bit that I hold to myself. I'm warm and compassionate, and just love to listen. I am a skilled musician, aspiring to be a composer one day, and play several instruments. Put an instrument before me, and I can play it with ease. Essentially, I am a musical savant with perfect pitch. If not in the music room, I can be found in the gardens, soaking up the words of great novelists and poets that have come before.
These are my treasures: Aralyn, Music (especially classical), My Violin and Piano, Books, Snow/Cold, Peaceful Quietness, My family
But you can have those: Blood, Loud noises, Heat, Death, Group interaction, Trouble
My story so far: My life has always been a whirlwind of crazy happenings. With a slew of siblings to call my own, it was hard to stand out, though I never really wanted to, though it did leave a mark. I wanted to make my name known. And have been working for that ever since. The first time I lay my fingers on a piano, and heard that beautiful, crisp sound, I fell in love with music, and decided that would be how I left my mark on the work.
xxxxSince then, I have mastered any number of instruments. Seriously, name one! Odds are, I can play it. As such, there are many that consider me a musical savant. On instruments I do not know, merely show me where to find a basic note progression and I can pick up the instrument from there. Needless to say, I am a talented musician, have perfect pitch, and am often found composing and playing pieces for my two favorites, the piano and the violin. Surprisingly, I have written any number of pieces, and can perform them or other requests in front of a crowd without batting an eye. Strange, huh?
xxxxSounds like my life was pretty easy, right? Not so much.
xxxxWhen I was child, just a mere boy of seven, I was walking home late from school one afternoon. It was just after sunset, I remember, but I knew my parents were not overly worried. After all, I often stayed late for lessons. I came to a major intersection, and waited on the corner. It was just starting to rain, so the roads were slick, and--well... A motorcyclist, a pair of pedestrians, and a couple of cars all met in a way that ended a few lives that night. I was mostly uninjured, but was doused in the motorcyclists blood... and... other things. Needless to say, blood and I have not been on good terms since.
xxxxDuring the early years of my high school education, I was drafted into composing and playing for the original school musical. I dove headfirst, and ended up meeting my first girlfriend Mya there. She encouraged me to play and write for a local garage band. They needed a keyboard, and I was certainly capable, so, to appease her, I joined. Hindsight is 20-20 like they say. She had wanted to hook up with Jaxon, the bass guitarist, and used me to get to them. I found out the hard way, and fell into a deep depression.
xxxxA few months after that, my parents were killed in the care accident, and we moved across the country. There, I became acquainted with my fiancee to be, Aralyn, and I fell hard and fast. She introduced me to her world and protected me from mine, though sometimes the cost was great. Mya was killed before me, dousing me in her blood, which made the haemophobia worse. There were several dangerous Hunters coming after Aralyn, and an exboyfriend rising from the dead (I know if sounds weird, but there's more to the story!). And, of course, a run in with a witch left me dying with a magical hole in my stomach. Aralyn saved me with the last of her strength, turning me into an oddball vampire while she turned human. But she's back now, thankfully, and we decided to take our love into our own hands. I've asked her to marry me.
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: I am a strange bit of a turned vampire. I am haemophobic, bruise and bleed easily for my kind, and am attached to my fiance in a way never before seen between two vampires. There are other abnormalities, but we are still discovering those.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: Liliana "Lili" Rae Dante
Count those candles!: Nineteen
I came to this world on: April 6
Can't you tell I'm: Female
I'm described as: full of life. People say that I'm perserverant and determined, and that is the truth. I have been training to be a world class champion competitive figure skater since I was little, and now my dream is coming true. I am a strong girl, though I do have plenty of feminine qualities. The only time I'm shy is around a cute guy that I don't know. Call me a bit naive, even. I'm too trusting for my own good, and it has come to bite me in the butt before. I just can't help it! Beyond that, I'm outspoken and usually have energy to spare.
These are my treasures: Ice Skating, Dancing, Fun, Excitment, Happiness, Dressing up, Gymnastics
But you can have those: Anything that interrupts my training schedule, Books, Studying, Being shy (what's the point?), Food, Birthdays, Sadness, Jerks
My story so far: I was three years old the first time I dawned ice skates, and I have not taken then off since. Almost literally! I have been skating competitively since I was six, entering the better known brackets when I was just thirteen. I have been with my Coach, whom i love, even if he does drive me insane because he thinkgs I work to hard, since then. We're hoping I'll make it all the way.
xxxxWith good reason. My sponsor is a bit of a jerk. After a faulty performance led to an injury that took me out of the World's level Long program two seasons ago, and I had a harder time placing last, he called me into his office, and effectively told me he was firing me. He wanted a newer, younger talent, and would not sponsor me with as much as he had before. It would lessen my costumes and travel budget, shorten or cancel my rink times, and put Coach out of a job. Pretty crappy of him.
xxxxI did not like that, obviously, and, after some intense arguing and threats of getting lawyers involved, we struck a bargain, he and I. If I could make it to and place on the World's podium, he would drop this other skater. If I could make it to Worlds, then we would both have a diminished budget for a few years. If I did not make it at all, then I would be forced into retirement and take myself out of the competition.
xxxxAt least he saw I was a threat, right?
xxxxAfter that I threw myself into training harder than ever. My parents were killed, and I attended their funeral, but instead of helping to pack for the move to Maine, I returned to Colorado to train and compete. I did well in Regionals, placing second and winning my spot to Nationals. In November, I had a bad accident, and barely managed to place fourth to keep my spot in Nationals.
xxxxJanuary is approaching, and since the competition was in New York, I decided I could now join my family. Coach and I have moved to Maine, and I am still planning to keep myself in a full training regimen. No matter what this dilapidated little town looks like. I have a shaky faith that I may or may not be able to keep up with this competition, and have to retire.
xxxxI guess we'll find out.
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: I am secretly jealous of my younger siblings, whose various talents manifested so young. Draikyn is a fabulous musician, Trinity's a wonderful writer, Cameron's an awesome athlete... The list goes on. I just think sometimes their skills were handed to them, while I had to work my fanny off to get to where I am.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: Alexander "Xander" Emilio Dante (The name's Aaron. No, it's not. I'm Alex! Lies. They call me Will. Don't lie, it's Danny!)
Count those candles!: Twenty Two. (No! Twenty six. Shut up you! I'm nineteen. No, you're not! Damn it! The body has seen twenty two years, okay? I'm just seven.)
I came to this world on: October 12 (Why doesn't that sound right? I was born on the 13th. No, no. My birthday is the 28th! No. It's the 12th, but I was born in January)
Can't you tell I'm: Male. Usually.
I'm described as: I am a bit reserved, but seriously. Who isn't when you first meet someone? (I'm not, I'm not! Shut up, damn you!) I do have a live-wire though, and can be quite active. Find me on a good day, and I'll talk your ear off. Find me a bad one, and... well...? It might be better to just not find me on a bad day.
These are my treasures: Avalon, Doctors, The Stars, Science (I don't like science... or doctors. Shut up! I'm not going to argue about this all day! But why not? They want to get to know me...)
But you can have those: Avalon, Doctors, Medicine. (At least I'm in agreement with that. What else do I put here... Oh! I hate the snow. But I love it! Have you ever won a snowball fight? All the time. Please. I'm just talking about regular fights now.)
My story so far: Alright guys. Sit back and let the real storyteller tell you about my life so far. (Oooh! Yay! A Story! I can't wait! Are you going to tell Jack and beanstalk? No... I'm telling you about myself. But that's no fun. Tell Cinderella! ... Later, okay? Fine....) You know what... I'll tell the tale...
xxxxTo say that my life has been a whirlwind of chaotic messes would be an understatement, but you really don't want to know about all of that. All you need to really know if that when I was a kid, I first discovered a friend inside my head. A friend who helped me out, and defended me against those that would bully me for things I have no control over. Like my hair color. He comes and goes, but he always helps when I need him.
xxxxTime passed, and we discovered other friends too! We were such a happy group, and had so much fun together. Cordelia, my lovely little sister, even helped me to name some of my friends so I just wasn't calling them 'hey you'. I guess my parents found out and thought something was wrong, so after a time, they took me to a see a psychiatrist, who told me I had DID, and tried putting me on medication. The medication just numbed me out. I hated it.
xxxxThank goodness I accidentally flushed them down the toilet.
xxxxApparently, my friends caused trouble for some of my brothers and sisters when I was sleeping, so when I turned eighteen, I moved out on my own. Since then, I've been slumming it. Moving around the country to spread my wings, and try and live my own life. Everything I own fits in a small backpack, and I sleep outside somewhere usually. I only worked when I had to.
xxxxThe news arrived of my parents death, and I attended the funeral and set out again, only stopping briefly by the Strigori's manor to drop off a few things before heading to Florida. Most of my siblings did not want me around causing them trouble, so I was stayed out of the way.
xxxxAbout a month ago, I came back, and after getting hurt by a psychotic vampire-Yes, I said vampire. No, I'm not crazy-I stayed there to protect my siblings from the crazy people we were supposed to be living with. And Marrying eventually. I met, and have since befriended (You can't be friends with a monster, Xander. Sure I can!) Avalon Strigori. (Sexy woman with a rocking bod. She's plays in the snow very well! And she likes the stars. She's a VAMPIRE, idiots!) As you can see, I have a very mixed reaction towards her.
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: The doctors back in California think I'm insane. They say I have this thing called Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID? I don't understand it. (I do! SHUT UP ALREADY! But I do? It's better known to the layman as Multiple Personalities. Right, so what am I if I don't know either term? An idiot? ... You're dead!) Anyways. They say Aaron is the fliratious playboy who wants nothing more than a sexy body, male or female, to lay with. Alex is the tough guy. The angry thug who'll sooner knock your head off than listen to reason. Will is the logical intellect who loves to study and watch the stars. Danny is the innocent child who loves to play in the snow. (And other things! I just like to play period!) There are others, but they're just not as vocal. (Vocal? Is that what you call it? Ha!)
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: Jayden Elias Strigori
Count those candles!: Seventeen
I came to this world on: June 17
Can't you tell I'm: Male
I'm described as: A learned socialite. I am much more comfortable in a crowd than anywhere else, though I am definitely the one in the background, prefering to watch rather than seek attention. I am interested in the arts, particularly painting. Give me a canvas and a brush and I will paint for days, completely content. I am also highly intrigued by humans, though I would much prefer not having to live or deal with them.
xxxxI also have quite a few emotional problems stemming from some nasty experiences growing up. I am highly distrusting, and fear other people's judgments. I am convinced they will see the worst in me, and react accordingly. There are very few I let in, and fewer that are let in all the way.
These are my treasures: My memories of Kayden, the Ground, Mountains, Art museums, Painting, the Smell of fresh canvases, Sunset, Kaoru
But you can have those: Death, Flying, Sunrise, Sports, Animals (I am allergic to most animals hair and dander), Nut byproducts (you guessed it, allergic), the Family telepathy
My story so far: I am the younger of a set of identical Strigori vampire twins. My twin was a grand total of three minutes older than I, and for years, he loved rubbing it in. He was first to do everything, and I loved him for it. But then, when we were about five, there was an accident. He wandered across a starving wild animal, who struck and pracically ripped my brother's throat out. He died in my arms before I could get anyone's attention to try and come help him.
xxxxYears later, when I was twelve, I was invited to a party. My first where none of my siblings had been invited. And my first unsupervised boy/girl party. We were like any regular kids at that time, laughing, talking, eatting, just living it up. And then there was spin the bottle. We played round after round, and I found I rather enjoyed kissing the girls that were there. You know, like every pre-teen who was just exploring his budding sexuality, but I also found that when my spin landed on this handsome young man across from me... well... I rather enjoyed kissing him too.
xxxxMy father was very disapproving. A classic homophobe. He was already giving me grief for my painting and disinterests in sports. When he discovered that I had started a relationship with a young man the following year, well, he was livid to say the least.
xxxxAt first, it was just cutting conversation and demeaning attitudes, but as my relationship with Kaoru (whom the rest of my family was convinced was because of his more feminine androgynous name - and I did not bother to correct the notion, and never brought him home under his true name) deepened, it became worse. I sank into a deep depression that scared more than just a couple people when he started beating me. I guess he hoped he could literally knock my love for the man out of my head. And because of my vampire blood, there were never any marks after a few hours, so I had no evidence to take it to a higher power.
xxxxOne night, shortly after I turned sixteen, Father had taken Mother out for the evening, leaving my baby sister in the care of a babysitter. My siblings had all gone down to the beach for a party, but I refused to go. I guess one of them was worried, and called Kaoru, and asked him to come keep me company. Things became hot and heavy pretty fast. Had I known that Tsukiko was ill, or that the babysitter would ask my parents to come home early, I would have sent Kaoru home, or left with him. I would not have been caught with my fangs buried in my lover's neck midcoitus.
xxxxFather beat me badly that night after he threw Kaoru out with a threat that I knew he would probably keep. He drew blood more than once, and gave me a verbal lashing I will never forget. After he finally left me, seething, it took all my strength to pull myself into my ensuite bath and into the tub. That was where Seamus found me, skiddish and afraid. He put two and two together, and whisked me away the next day. Out from under Father's thumb to try and heal. Not that I ever really did.
xxxxA little more than a year later, less than a month ago, we returned. Neither of us had been told about our parent's passing, so we came home to that wonderful surprise. I will admit. I was not sorry that Father was gone. Mother, on the other hand, well, I miss her to this day. But at least I was free. Seamus moved on with his life, and set back to work with his publishing company (or something, I'm not really sure what it was), and I tracked down Kaoru, ignoring the will entirely, and we resumed right where we left off.
xxxxAt least, that had been the plan.
xxxxAll I had was a few short days with him before he was ripped from my hands. A Hunter, in hopes of luring a vampire out, knew that I cared for him and captured him. We came to the middle of a cave just outside our lands, and when I refused to give myself up, and tried to save him, the Hunter shot and killed him in cold blood. Not that he died right away. It was a slow, agonizing death....
xxxxLoosing him, and feeling so alone, was too much for me. My world had been turned upside down, and since I was already having scads of emotional problems, I tried for the easy way out. Had Avalon not wandered by when she did, I would have succeeded too. She managed to stop my from killing myself and tried to help me. But when I attempted my life again, she had me committed. Just to try and help myself. I'm not sure if she was alone in that or not, or if someone else had helped her. I just know she was responsible for my incarceration here in hell. Where I have nothing to distract me from the pain I feel....
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: I am bisexual, but find myself more attracted to males. Especially Kaoru.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: Tsukiko "Tsuki" Amane Strigori
Count those candles!: Just turned Eight!
I came to this world on: December 21
Can't you tell I'm: Female
I'm described as: Mature. Though I am less than a decade old, and wear the body of a child at least three years younger than I am, I have the dizzying intellect and social capacity of a young teenager. My childish side really only surfaces when I am frightened or ill. It is only then that I truly act how one would expect from a girl my size and/or age. I am highly intelligent, and it shows in almost everything I do. When I set my mind to something, I go after it like nothing else matters, so long as no one else will get intentionally hurt by my actions along the way. I am kind, but easily distracted. I am easily angered, sometimes coming off as an ornery, bratty, spoiled child. I love my siblings dearly... as they're all that I have left in the world. It would kill me to loose them. Especially the ones I'm closest to.
These are my treasures: Education, Reading, Family, Friends, Dancing, Playfulness, Blood, Cooking
But you can have those: School, Getting old, Death, Dying, Human food, Being called immature
My story so far: Momma always told me that the night I was born was one of the darkest she had ever seen. A storm had apparently knocked out all the power and the like, so the world was very dark, and fairly scary, but she said that when I was born, I took all that away, so I was her little sliver of moonlight in the dark world. It was why I was named after the moon, and why I have a pendant that I wear almost constantly since then.
xxxxI grew quickly after that, and entered school before it soon became clear that I was not like other children my age. Not only was I smaller than them, but I had a far greater intellect than they did. The teachers loved it, and encouraged my mind, but the other kids? Well... the were far from friendly. I found myself to be the victim of bullying even before I skipped two grades (the farthest the idiot of a principle would allow), and ran into Peter, a boy who had failed school two years in a row.
xxxxUnfortuantely, Peter never did learn to leave me alone, and just a few months ago, when I was a budding vampire child, he antagonized me at the wrong time. My throat was parched and he just smelled so... It took all my concentration to not lunge at him, but that quickly became something I lost control of when he slit his finger on the edge of a piece of paper. That simple action led to the death of my teacher, and two hospitalizations. One of Peter, and the other of a substitute teacher that was coming in for help.
xxxxAnd of course, that was my first experience with a Hunter. The blonde man came after me, and nearly killed me. He probably would have, had it not been for the timely arrival of my older brother Ciaran. I don't know what was said, but the Hunter turned away, and allowed me to live right then. Allowed me to live. I've been terrified since.
xxxxOther things have happened since that have not made my life any easier. I've been kidnapped and held for ransom by some desperate humans who just needed the money, been ill more often than not, and I had been having instances in which I black out. I don't know what happens when those come around, and the last one... well... I woke up covered in blood.... I don't know whose blood, and I don't know how it got there....
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: It seems that I was cursed with a demon being sealed in my body at birth, though I have not been made aware of that fact. It munches on my vitality and other resources to keep itself alive, which might account for my diminuitive size and the fact that my vampirism seems to have awakened much earlier than the average. Most people begin on their trek to adult vampire-hood at about age ten. I was just seven when I first started showing signs shortly after my parent's death. Just like my older brother and current caregiver, I have recently discovered that I am a psycho-sanguine vampire.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: Akocha Daren Strigori
Count those candles!: Twenty Two
I came to this world on: March 24
Can't you tell I'm: Male
I'm described as: Perseverant and adventurous. I am a highly intelligent young man, efficient and neat to almost a fault. I am a hard worker, and, because of this, I have worked in varying degrees with my father since I was young. Because of accident that happened when I was three, I am one of the quietest people you will ever meet. I am, quite literally, a man of few words. No words really. I am curious about the world, prefering to live in my dreams and face my fears rather than just talk about them. I tend to come off as cold, even to those I am closest to. Probably because I tend to keep people at an arm's distance, not really getting close to anyone. I tend to keep to myself, prefering to work alone than in a group, finding that other's interference tends to slow me down more than anything else.
These are my treasures: Sunrise, Silence, Studying, Cliff-scaling, Skydiving, Scuba. Black Coffee, Peppermint Tea.
But you can have those: Sunset, Incoherent babble, Parties, Humans, Doctors who think they have the answer for what is wrong with me,
My story so far: I was born a happy, ecstatic baby, full of wonder and excitment, and loved to babble. Or so I am told. That, unfortunately, changed when I was three. I do not remember what had happened, but it left me scarred, and without a voice. No matter who we went to, no matter what pill they shoved down my throat, or surgeries they proposed, they could not find a physical problem. I was left mute.
xxxxI learned to cope over the years by learning sign language and the beauty of the written word before I had even started school. A few of my siblings and even fewer people I consider friends learned enough that we could communicate, but most of the time, until they were older, I lived a lonely, solitary life. I withdraw myself from the public school system because of the boundaries therein, and threw myself into my studies. My favorite subjects were those I had to delve deep into. Investigating. Almost like solving a mystery.
xxxxYears past, and soon, I started studying under my Father, learning about his business contracts and the like. Too bad I did not realize then that he had no intention to actually give control of said companies over to me in the end, or I might have put my efforts into other things. Still, it was a good thing I had. Since I spent so many hours a day with him, I was one of the only people to have ever seen his growing anxiety and strange behavior that he exhibitied when my mother announced that she was expecting my youngest sister.
xxxxWhat I learned there with my Father just after my sister was born was horrifying. I was bidden to secrecy, and set to work. Here was something I had always looked for. I was on a mission, given to me by my father, a man I respected over all else, sent out to save my baby sister's life. At first it was just research in books, hunting for an answer, but the day I was eighteen, he sent me out into the world. I started traveling to look for the answers.
xxxxThe latest trip? I have spent the last six months in Brazil, 'talking' to a variety of people from different walks of life in hopes they could help us. I returned on the Winter Solistice, my little sister's birthday, with no idea what had happened just a few months before. Let's just leave it at it had been a rough bit of an adjustment.
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: Doctors of both vampiric and human kind do not know what it wrong: though physically capable of speech, I am mute. I might sigh, or make a noise in my throat, but I seem to be unable to form coherent words. Even my maturity into a vampire did not change this, though it did make things a little easier with the introduction of our familial telepathy.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: Dapon Aiden Oscurarsi
Count those candles!: Twenty One
I came to this world on: January 2
Can't you tell I'm: Male
I'm described as: Determined loner, cold and calculating. I prefer working alone, because other people tend to screw up my carefully laid plans. People call me intense, focused, angry, and bitter. Of course, that's what I always show, so no one can say otherwise. Not anymore, not since she was taken from me. I'll spend weeks making a thorough plan, and guess what? When I work alone, they work. Always.
xxxxAt least, that's what it was like before. I am still much the same, but a woman has shown me that there is more to life than living in perpetual anger and frustration. I'm still trying and still learning, making tons of mistakes, but expanding the emotional range of a teaspoon takes time. It's a work in progress.
These are my treasures: Serenity, the Memory of my sister Kaia, Martial arts, Archery, Making plans, Construction, Figuring out a problem I can solve
But you can have those: Vampires, Anything that preys on Human life, Weakness on any front, My sister's behavior, Being left in the dark.
My story so far: I was born into a family with a proud and long history of Hunting. There are tales going back and back about how some family member or another was able to perform and actually take down a powerful vampire at the time. We did it not for the position (though my family is highly ranked and powerful among the society), but to protect human life. That was our sole purpose, and had been for generations. It was a lot to live up to.
xxxxMy father, however, had no history to his name, and had been an intense disappointment in the eyes of the Heads. As such, he turned to me, his eldest and only son to restore honor to our name. I was entered into an intense training program when I was three years old, learning all about weapons and how to use them, and vampire physiology.
xxxxIt was right around then that my baby sister was born. Kaia was such a doll, and I became attached to her right away, though I spent hardly any time with her. My father looked at her as a second chance to regain our pride and honor, just in case I failed him. She might have been, too, but she was sick. Kaia's immune system was extremely weak, and never gained any momentum, so she was almost always ill to some extent or another. Father was furious about it.
xxxxI had made my first solo kill soon after I turned sixteen, and was inducted into their ranks as the youngest Hunter in more than two centuries. Kaia and I had gone out to celebrate (and she insisted I leave weapons behind... a big mistake it was to listen to her, in retrospect) and were walking home when my life changed forever. We were attacked by a rogue. I did my best to defend Kaia, but I was overpowered... The monster knocked me out, and turned on her, claiming it wanted sweet female blood as opposed to my sweaty man blood. She crumpled. Died. Or so my father told me, fueling my anger. I threw myself into the Hunter ranks to enact my revenge. I would find that vampire who took my sister from me one day.
xxxxFive years later, I ended up in Maine, and met the Strigori. My first experience with them was when I found a young girl, Mya, her name was, and used her anger at her boyfriend's new, vampiric lover to attack. Much as I hated working with her, and sad though I am that she paid the ultimate price for it, we lured the vampire in by using her boyfriend as bait. Didn't work out as planned.
xxxxA couple days later, I recieved notice of a child vampire who lost control, attacking and killing a few people there. I went after her, and that was when I met Ciaran, the head of the Strigori family. It was strange. A reasonable vampire? It went against everything I had ever learned. I left the child in peace with a promise that if she lost control again, I would be back, and I would not be so lenient the second time.
xxxxNot too long after that, I recieved another notice. A vampire held up in a warehouse in the city was luring in humans. I went there, and couldn't believe my eyes. It was Kaia! Turns out, she had not been killed that night five years before. The vampire had turned her, and left me for dead. Father had turned up, and saved my life, but didn't bother with Kaia, deciding one day she'd pose a threat and someone unattached could take her down. Not that he ever told me.
xxxxCiaran Strigori apparently had heard about her too, and was coming to teach her the laws or something of their kind. Kaia had bolted, leaving me there, feeling like I was dying. She had drained me almost completely of blood, and had forced some of hers down my throat. I was changing.
xxxxWhen I awoke, I was in a basement. A fledging room, they called it, to help me learn to control my bloodlust and keep innocent humans out of the way. They fed me, and taught me, and eventually, asked me to come with them. After seeing that vampires were not the monsters that I had been raised to think they were, and that some of the Hunters I had known were far worse, I agreed to work for the Strigori vampires as a type of informant and executor.
xxxxIt was there in their home that I met Serenity Dante. She was bound to another by some stupid will, but that did not stop us from coming together. I got her pregnant, and we're expecting our child (though her pregnancy is rapidly progressing and scares the hell out of me). Point is, I think what I'm feeling for her is love. She melted the icy heart I had carried so long...
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: My little sister was drained dry by a vampire about five years ago. She was just thirteen. When I came to afterwards, I made a vow to rid the world of those wretched creatures, and have worked there ever since. And then there's the fact that I am now a turned vampire myself.... Brilliance.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

My name is: My true name is a secret, but I am known as Arekuruu, or Are.
Count those candles!: I am ageless, though I am said to be hundreds of centuries older than the world's nightmares
I came to this world on: The Winter Solstice. The Darkest Day of the Year
Can't you tell I'm: Male, I suppose, but it truly depends on the body I wear
I'm described as: Cold-hearted. I hunt for the weak in mind, strong in body, and overpower them to use their strengths as my own. There is nothing that will stop me from getting what I want, and I am not afraid to pull out all the stops to do so, even if it means tearing someone else down in the process. I am strong-willed, and once I insert myself into your life, I am very hard to get rid of.
These are my treasures: Power, A borrowed physical form, Storms, Fear, Blood, Darkness
But you can have those: Happiness, Bravery, Mental strength
My story so far: All that you need to know about me at this point in time is that I am powerful demon that brings darkness with him in one way or another, and I consume all. I do have a physical form myself, but I much prefer to wear someone else's. Why? When you do the things I do, it is nice to not have a body that is battered about as much.
xxxxAbout eight years ago now, Dorin Strigori's daughter was born, and as vowed to me, she was offered to me as a host, but the daring trickster saw to it that instead of being able to work my ways, he sealed me inside the body, and forced me into a deep slumber, almost killing his newborn baby in the process. I prevailed, however, and bidded my time, fighting against the implements he tried to use to be rid of me and keep his daughter alive. Guess he got himself attached.
xxxxAnyways, after Dorin's death, I was able to slowly start breaking free, and actually managed it. I went on a rampage, reaping death and destruction behind me as I went. I was, unfortunately, captured and lulled into a sleep once more, allowing the child to waken once more. Not that she'll be able to do anything. Her body will be mine again soon enough...
xxxxIs there more to my story? Oh yes, but I am afraid that divulging too many of my secrets will be detrimental to my place right now. <AN: More will be revealed through the course of the RP>
Take it or leave it: My appearence is largely based on the body I wear, but I suppose you may as well see me for me.

My little secret: One can only find my true name in a single ancient scroll that has layed hidden for millenia. Odds are, it will never be found.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

Reminder: Xander is shy and quiet. Aaron is the fliratious playboy. Alex is the angry thug. Will is the logical intellect. Danny is the child.

[Marion-san]

My name is: Ikaroa "Ro" Moana Ngata
Count those candles!: Seventeen
I came to this world on: July 13
Can't you tell I'm: Male
I'm described as: Due to the nature of his disability, he has a hard time making friends, but when he does, he is attached to them rather thoroughly as a completely loyal and almost subordinate friend. He is a very gentle creature, and very easygoing, prefering to just go with the flow rather than fight the stream. Ro is understandably quiet, and often found immersed in some sort of art project or another when not fleeing for his life. He doesn't mind getting dirty, though he will tend to try and avoid it, though many of his photo shoots will find him in places less than desirable.
These are my treasures: Photography, Random strangers knowing sign language, Color, Sunrise, Sunset, Moonscapes, Landscapes, Stars.
But you can have those: The inability to speak clearly, Lipreading, Death, Cars, Guns, Violence, Being alone
My story so far: Ikaroa was born prematurely to a woman of a southern New Zealand Maori tribe. He grew slowly, always the runt of the litter, but made up for his lack of physical presence with his creative ingenuity and prowress. Unfortunately, that skill alone did not spare the child from tragedy. When Ro was a year and a half, his mother decided she wanted a change in her life, and moved the two of them to Auckland, leaving the tribe behind to try and make it on her own. Which she did. For several months. One fateful winter night, shortly after his second birthday, when he and his mother were walking home, a car hit a patch of ice wrong. It spun out of control, coming straight for the young family. Eyewitnesses say that his mother had attempted to protect him, but his head still cracked against the pavement and, as they found out much later, permanently damaged his hearing.
xxxxAt the tender age of two, Ro was left alone, in the care of the state, and sent to live with the other orphans.
xxxxSoon, an older American couple came through his new resisdence, and immediately took a liking to the artistic, quiet child. They set to work on the papers, and took him to their home in Maine as their son. They enrolled him in a class to learn a way to communicate with the world, and helped him to start interacting with people again.
xxxxHe was four when he met one of the Salvatores. He had enrolled in pre-kindergarten, and was struggling to find his niche in the group. Not only was he a foreigner, but his inability to hear made it difficult to fit in. Soon, a couple weeks into the year, he was called into the office, and met with a girl who had demonstrated some of the sign language she had learned to her class. When her teacher had spoken about it in the office, Ro's kindergarten teacher had asked for her help. To help the boy who looked so lost and alone. Carlie, of course, had agreed.
xxxxThey became fast friends in spite of their age difference. Soon, Ro was invited over for dinner at her family's hotel, the Verde Forza. He came over, and was more than relieved to see that many of the family knew bits and pieces of sign language, and could communicate with him without having to rely on other means. They soon discovered that there was a magical power sleeping within him, and soon invited him to their number to teach. He was an elementalist, with a speciality in water manipulation. Unfortunately, the Salvatore specialist could not really help him. Not only was there a language barrier, but there was a element issue as well. Their specialist struggled with water, which was Ro's strong point.
xxxxHis adoptive father soon was transfered to upstate New York for work, taking his family with him. Upon hearing this news, the Salvatores looked into a distant branch of their coven there, and set him up with a teacher there that might be able to help him. Which she did, for years, until Ro overpowered him and started learning on his own.
xxxxYears passed, but he never lost contact with Carlie, writing her letters when the opportunity arose. They remained friends, and Ro was grateful to her, glad that their teachers had arranged that meeting. Something he told her all the time.
xxxxTragedy struck once more when Ro was just barely seventeen. He and his adoptive parents had gone south on vacation to visit Gallaudet University in Washington DC to investigate their programs for the deaf. He had, after all, just graduated high school, and was going to be attending college there, or so he had hoped. A random mugging on the subway while visiting the sites as tourists had left him injured and orphaned once more.
xxxxIt had taken a little time, but when he could no longer find a place to go, he returned to Maine, lost and alone. He showed up on the Salvatores doorstep with nothing more than his camera in his hands and a hope that they would take him in.
Take it or leave it:
My little secret: He specializes in water magic. For instance,when under water, he does not need to come up for air for about ten minutes, being able to pull a significant oxygen directly from the water itself. When in or touching water, he can sense a great deal of vibrations with stunning accuracy as to who or what is making them, and where to almost the exact spot, provided they are touching the same water as well. It makes it practically impossible to sneak up on him in certain, and limited, situations. He can draw water out of some sources, though this is an ability he is still trying to master. While it is easiest for him to draw liquid from a pure source (like directly from a faucet, even if it is turned off), he can draw a little liquid from plants, animals, and machines with greater difficulty. Once he has summoned the water, he can turn it into a weapon. For example, with enough water on hand, he can use it as a deadly whip or harden it, by turning it into ice, to make a knife.
Holding my strings: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

Potential DnD 4.0 Profile?

My name is...

Kyrn Pilusea


Trace the years back to discover my birthday. I am only...

Seventeen


When I was born the doctor said I was a...

Girl


Species is of little importance, but I am a...

Halfling


Man, I hate my boss, why'd I become a...

Bard


I'm this tall...

I stand three feet, seven inches tall.


I weigh...

That is none of your business. I'm a lady! You never should ask a lady for her weight!




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People think of me as this...

Music is her greatest passion, of course, and she excels in it, and readily defends it. She also adores long range weapons, and is highly skilled in them. Therefore, take great care not to make a snide comment, even in passing, about anything she holds dear, or you may find yourself with an arrow sticking out of your head.

Beyond that, she is a tomboy, but knows how and when to act like a lady. Many people discount her because of her diminuative size, but don't count her down and out if she gets knocked down. Determined and willful to the core, she will get back up again and come back ten times stronger.

She can be vicious, and a bit on the rude side, but she knows how to be sweet and gentle. She is fiercely loyal to her cause, and to her friends, and will go great lengths for something or someone she believes in.


The story of my life begins…

Born to a small family far from the reaches of the government and modern society, Kyrn led a relatively quiet life at the beginning. Her family (her mother, father, and elder brother) worked hard for what they had, living solely off of the land for many years. It was there, working the fields, that she learned what joy music and art can bring to a rather dismal, repetitive day. Mother never understood it, even in those final moments before her sickly death when Kyrn was just eight. Father had supported her, encouraging her song, claiming that it had a mythical quality, but he had followed her mother in death just a few weeks after. Kyrn and her brother were left alone.

They managed to survive for a few years, living off their land, but with the season's change, and a drought appeared, they were forced to make other plans. They moved into the closest town, and were brought into the home of a poor old woodsman who was convinced that hunting was the only noble way to do much of anything. He was crazy, yes, but he appreciated the song, and taught them all her knew.

When he was eighteen, Kyrn just twelve, her brother set off, tiring of the old man. He enrolled in the country's army, intent on making some sort of dent on his corner of the world. She never saw him again.

She began her apprenticeship just a year later, meeting up with a traveling bard who heard her voice. The bard was interested in her, and invited her along with him. He taught her everything he knew, and she picked up so much more, soon becoming an amateur herself, ready to set out on the adventure of a lifetime.






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My strings are pulled by…

Marion-san

[Marion-san]

Toy form: Why did he make me a stuffed animal....?
Name: Kit
Age: Thirteen
Sexuality: What's that? Another way to ask what gender I am? I'm a toy, dipstick! (Bisexual)
Likes: My Kid, Being read to, Snuggling (Don't you dare tell anyone), Learning, Laughing, Pranks, My human form, Quiet time to think, Magic.

Dislikes: the Demons, the Creator's choice in my toy form, Failure, Fear, Fire, Keeping silent, My toy form
Toy Number: Six
Powers: I can shift rather easily between my human and my toy form, though I very much prefer my human form. Makes it so much easier to move and run. Did I mention that I am fairly fast? So fast, in fact, that some claim I teleport. Oooo. Teleporting, that actually sounds like fun. Maybe I should try to do that.... Wait, what was I saying? Oh, right. Really, I'm fast, but it does take time to get from point A to point B. Which can include driving object C through the body of object D at point B. Get it? Good. Now explain it to me.
xxxI have studied enough of the past that I can pretty much tell you anything that has happened before, and I have been plagued with the ability to see what may happen in the future. While I can control it to an extent, there are times that it just pops in out of nowhere, throwing visions of what could happen at me. It does not happen often, but it does on occassion, particularly when I am touching someone or something that has a strong change coming to them soon. Leaves me with wicked headaches that make me want to stay in my Toy form, so I would rather it leave me alone.
xxxAlong those lines... Well, there is one other, but I do not talk about it, or willingly practice it, as it can easily kill me. I am chronokinetic... meaning... I can manipulate the flow of time. I can temporarily put a stop to it, slow it down, or even roll it back a few minutes. But like I said. The effort can kill me, and I've grown rather attached to this life thing. So don't expect to see it anytime soon, okay?
Personality: I suppose you could say that I am as sly as I look. I'm a fox, people. Get it? Alright, alright. I'm highly intelligent, prefering to use brain over brawn in any given situation. I am a planner, and take great pride in my ability to see things through. Many see me as unusually quiet, thoughtful and pensive, though not at all soft-spoken. I will often blurt out exactly what I am thinking if pressed, though I do know when to hold my tongue. I will admit that I have a bit of a rebellious attitude, and an indignant tongue. I tend to get a little on the impatient side, especially when I believe that a question, or a person, or toy, or demon--whatever!--is being condescending. Did I mention I can be a little on the sarcastic side and can be seen as rude? And I can easily get distr--Oooh! Shiny!
Bio: I was the last of toys created to fight the demons. A little over thirteen years ago, I was given life by the great creator, and spent only a short time on the shelves of his enchanted shop. Maybe a few months at the very most. How am I supposed to know? Do you know how hard it is to keep track of how much time is passing when you're stuffed? Geesh! Look. All I know is that it happened thirteenish years ago. Okay?
xxxMy Kid was good to me over the years. Kept me clean, safe, and warm. Ha, ha! Noticed I didn't say fed didn't ya. Hello? I'm a stuffed fox! I don't need to eat. Duh? As she grew, I learned a great deal. She studied, and I would study with her. She needed to talk, and I would listen. Not that I had a choice in that. She would sleep, and I would wish that I could squiggle out from under her arms to run about the room. Still! Point is, I spent much time with her, and have come to have more respect for her than I think anyone can imagine. It might, perhaps, even border on that thing they call love. Maybe.
xxxSpecial thing to note... When I was finally able to start attaining a humanoid form, I reveled in it. I would transform when my Kid left for school, or on a playdate, or whatever it was she had to take care of that day, and would not return to my original form until absolutely necessary. At first, it was because I could not sustain that form for long. But as I strengthened and grew, it was because I had to get out of sight. Humans? Yep. Make a lot of noise when climbing the stairs. There were certainly many, many close calls in which I was certain she suspected something as I grew older. I guess I'll find out soon enough right? Yes, yes. I know I was not supposed to be seen, but come on. The old creator gave me life. Not freedom. Give a guy a break. I took what chances I could.
xxxAnd now the demons are stirring. I can feel it in my bones. Alright, alright. I can feel it in my fuzz. I know there are others out there like me, bidding their time and growing in strength, and I'm determined to find them again. Maybe we can put our heads together, and save these kids that took care of us all these years. Maybe.
Master’s name: I call her my Kid, than you very much, and you will have to ask her. I will not divulge her secrets.
Other: Secretly, deep down inside, I am terrified of what is to come. I don't feel ready, and I'm scared my Kid'll be the one to pay the price....
Puppet Master: Marion-san

[Marion-san]

Name: Aydan Kahale
Age: Twenty One
Sexuality: Hetero, but Bi-Curious
Likes: Writing and performing Music, Singing, Dancing, Ember
Dislikes: Nerves, Nine-to-five jobs, Auditions, When things go wrong, When people get too close, Shellfish and Nuts (Allergic)
Personality: On the surface, I come off as an abrasive type of guy. Self-centered and full of myself, or so I am told. I am confident, and unafraid, rarely getting nervous in the face of a crowd. I'm your typical tough guy, I suppose. A bit of a jerk who is determined to have things go his way.
xxxBut deep down, in a place I do not think that almost nobody knows, I am a soft, kind-hearted individual. I am private, and emotional, and keep quite a bit to myself. There are very few people who have seen the true me, and fewer still that I would consider my dear friends. It acually hurts me to think that people can't stand me.
xxxEither way, I am very passionate about what I do, and will defend it and anything else I love to the best of my abilities.
Bio: I was just shy of my second birthday when my mother passed away, and my father, in an effort to show he could take care of a two year old properly, took me to a rather shady looking hole in the wall place they had a nerve to call a toy store. Yes, I know, I was two, I should not remember, but I do. The place was old and stuffy, but it was full of the most important thing for a growing child. Toys! Thousands of them. I was like a kid in a candy store, bu Pop told me to pick one. Just one. That was almost impossible, but I eventually found one that I felt... well, drawn to. A beautiful stuffed Dragon that I picked up, and refused to let go.
xxxPerhaps it was because I had lost the female influence in my life. Perhaps not. Whatever the reason, I decided my new friend was a girl dragon, so she became known as Ember. She was my dearest friend during the day, my comfort in the bad times, and my guardian at night. She kept the monsters at bay and chased away the clouds that stormed through my life. I kept her close, even when it was no longer appropriate to do so when I was a teenager and older. She was my friend, and I just couldn't give her away.
xxxOne of the greatest things we shared together, Ember and I, was music. No, she couldn't move and participate, but she was an audience and a silent supporter as I studied, practiced, and eventually started performing. I used to pretend she was up there, singing with me... writing with me.... whatever I needed. She was there. Crazy, right? But it always brought me comfort when those occasional, but tangible nerves threatened to get the best of me.
xxxPop moved halfway around the world with Alice, my stepmom, right after I turned eighteen. He didn't offer to take me along, so I think he was ready to just get on with his life, freed of the responsiblities that child-rearing could bring. Can't say I blame him, but still. Rather annoying. At least he didn't completely cut me off, so I suppose there's some sort of love there. We call and talk on occassion, and he left me with an allowance of sorts to get me by until I find a job, but that money is running out. I need to find a way to support myself, or I'll be living on the streets with Ember. Not fun at all.
xxxSpeaking of, though. Lately, I've been noticing some strange things. Ember isn't always where I had left her. Where I had known I left her. And I'm starting to see some other worrying things... Maybe I should go get tested.
Toy’s name: Ember
Other: I am in the process of auditioning for any position needing a vocal performer or dancer. Bands, plays, whatever I can find. But as they continue to refuse me, saying that I am not looking for what I can provide them, I am becoming increasingly dejected and depressed. Am I ever going to find a way to make my living doing something I love?
Puppet Master: Marion-san