Naomi's Testing Thread

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

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"It could have been mine. It should have been mine.
But that wench went and stole it from me. I vow I will take back what rightfully belongs to me."
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[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

Arthurius☆Bloodedge

[☪]xxxxxxxxBasics →

• My friends call me . . . . Arthur, Arty (call me that and I'll rip your tongue out)
• Doctors say I'm a . . . . Male
• Nature made me a . . . . Human
• Candles on my birthday cake . . . . Twenty-Six
• Just so you know I'm . . . . Straight

[☪]xxxxxxxxFiner Points →

• My reflection shows this . . . . handsome stud.
• People say I'm . . . . strict and to the point. When I want something done I want it done fast and without useless sidetracking. I can be a bit brash and egotistical but that’s the way I am so deal with it. When there is something I want I’ll push myself to the very limit to get it and I won’t let anything get in my way. So you can call me stubborn as well. I wouldn’t say I have a soft side but I don’t care to kill senselessly. So most of the time I won’t kill the defenseless, but everything has it’s exceptions so my slate isn’t clean.
• Listen to my story . . . . since I’m in the mood to tell it.

I was born in the small village of Neet that lays in the far north surrounded by forest. My parents were as average as they come. Father was a farmer while Mother was a simple housewife. As was custom I was to follow in my father’s footsteps and live out my days as farmer like him and like his father before him. The strange thing about me was that I was a magnet for spiders. They always came to me for some unknown reason. Only later on in my life would I put this to good use.

Things would have gone as planned if not for one day when I was sixteen and a man shrouded in a dark robe came to see me. He spoke to me about the legends of old. The dragoons. The stories fascinated me and I would eagerly listen. With each story came a longing to break away from this boring life I led and leave to be a great warrior like the dragoons the man spoke of. When I told him this, he informed me that I shared the same blood as the last Darkness Dragoon, the one who had disappeared from Serido nearly two years ago. Proof of this laid in the only sword my father owned. A pure black bladed weapon with deep blue-violet gems lining it’s hilt. I had learned long ago that that sword had been passed down through the generation.

When I told my father what the robed man had told me, he admitted to me that the sword had belonged to my Great Great Great Uncle who had given it to my Great Great Grandfather because he said he had no use for it anymore. Father had no idea if the robed man was telling the truth about the sword. He did tell me though that after passing the sword to his brother, my Great Great Great Uncle simply left the village and was never seen from again.

I was positive the robed man was right. So the next day I sought him out and found he was still in the village. It was then he asked if I would join him. Apparently he had been traveling about Serido seeking about information on resurrecting the dragoons. He said if I helped him it was quite possible I would get my chance to become the Darkness Dragoon like my ancestor. So I did follow him, against my parents wishes though. They begged me not to leave, but I was stubborn. I wanted more in life then farming. I wanted to be a warrior. So I left then and with the ancient sword I turned my back on my village to join the robed many in his quest for the dragoons.

The robed man, whom I came to call Leader for I never learned his true name, was the leader of a group known as The Followers. I joined their ranks as a warrior for them and learned the ways of a fighter from another soldier of the group named, Marcus. He taught me all I know about swordsmanship. While there I also took advantage of my weird spider attracting ability. The spiders came to trust me and I taught them a sort of Morse code so that we could communicate. Being of the air element I was sensitive to vibrations and as such found that I could easily decipher patterns of vibrations on spider webs. So I simply had to place a finger to the web while a spider tapped it’s leg against the web for me to collect a message from it. They are my fateful spies.

Now ten years after I joined Leader, he has succeeded and bringing the triggers into the world thus beginning the age of dragoons again. The thing is……my dragoon spirit has already been claimed by another. I vow I will have that spirit for my own even if I have to kill the owner to get it. That Darkness Dragoon spirit rightfully belongs to me.
• I just adore these things . . . .
-Spiders
-Being left alone
-Ale
-Sitting in tall trees

• Get that away before I smack you . . . . (Dislikes)
-My hair color (my temper flares mighty fast if you tease me about my hair)
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• My heart longs for . . . . nothing but battle.

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• My weapon of choice is . . . . wire strings
• Sometimes I use . . . . dual daggers
• I harness the power of . . . . Air

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• I sing this in the shower . . . . (Theme Song)
• Colors of choice . . . . #CDB7B5
• My puppeteer is . . . . Naomi the Shadow Wolf

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

G e n e r a l

♦ Applicant Name: Natalia Leronia Jadros

♦ D.o.B: 10/11/3052

♦ Returning Student: No

♦ Applying As: Beginner/Freshman/Lowest Tier: Initiate

♦ Blood Type: A+

A d v. I n f o

• Weapon of Choice:
[Rapier] - This is her primary weapon for which she is quite skilled at using though she hasn’t had a great deal of training. Some say it’s just pure talent. Whatever the case she hopes to further her skill in wielding it. Though if what she's heard is true she'll be using whatever standard issue weapon her instructors see fit to present her with.

• Style: Her fighting style is focused more on speed. Quick accurate blows is what she aims for when fighting. She prefers to end a fight swiftly and cleanly. No long drawn out battles or senseless carnage. Right to the point.

• Class: She hopes to become a master at fencing and to perfect her magical power which centers around thunder. Mainly her need to master this element is that when she uses it, it’s normally powered by her emotions of either excitement or surprise. When fueled by that the magic is uncontrollable which can be disastrous. So fencing and some magic harnessing classes for sure.

• Guardian Force: None yet. The idea of having one fascinates her and she is anxious for the day fate gives her the chance to finally do battle with one so that she might make it hers.

• Social Status: She's from an upper class family with plenty of money but not enough chivalry to even give a though to sharing any of it. Needless to say, her family is stingy.

• Specialties: Close distance fighting is among her more skilled points as well as stealth when it’s needed. Also she can take on the role of a sweet little innocent girl to trick her enemies into letting their guard done making them an easier target for herself or her teammates. Though she's not very fond of doing this since she is sensitive about the fact she looks much younger then she really is and isn't exactly all that tall.

• Abilities: She's still working on those but as of now it would be magical ability but that is still in the infants stages in development since she hasn't gotten a firm grasp on it yet.

• Strengths: She's a fairly quick learner and willing to at least try any form of combat to see if maybe she can do it or not. Another strength is her speed. Also she can be a good actress so she's good for tricking people. A non combat or mission strength would be she's quite the excellent cook and always enjoys preparing scrumptious meals. Though in order to do that there's a certain someone she has to keep out of the kitchen less she want the food burned to an ashing crisp.

• Weaknesses: This area would include firing any type of firearm or bow. She has the worst possible aim ever. So it isn’t wise to put a gun in her hand because that will prove more damaging then helpful. Another not so positive thing about her is that when she becomes overly excited and hyper her thunder magic spikes in power and that doesn’t react well with anything electronic. She tends to fry electrics when her magic spikes like that. Also another problem with her magic is that when she gets startled she can lose control of her magic and set off a thunder spell normally ending with the spell hitting someone near her.

• Phobia: This list would definitely include spiders as she is deadly afraid of them no matter the size. When one comes within her view it'll be one of the few times anyone will actually hear her shriek in absolute comical terror and cling onto the nearest person. Another thing she isn't fond of is large bodies of water due to the fact she can't swim and a near drowning experience when she was eight. So when on boats she's likely to stay near the center, as far from the edges as possible, likely curling in a fetal position with eyes clamped firmly shut.

M u s c u l a t u r e

◘ Appearance: [Click] Long chestnut brown hair reaches to nearly her knees when left down. Normally she pulls her hair up into a high ponytail or pig tails. Rarely she leaves it down or does anything fancy with it since she doesn't have the patience. Her eyes are a startling crimson color in shade normally filled with youthful joy and curiosity. Though when someone sets off her fury her eyes flare like a blazing fire reflecting on her want to burn the perpetrator to a ashing pile. Her figure is short and skinny giving her a frail look, but in truth she's far from that. Small in stature she may be but she can back one hell of a punch when motivated.

◘ Height: 5 feet

◘ Weight: One hundred and five pounds

◘ Abnormalities: A single scar just below her knee from when she took a tumble down some stairs when she was eight.

◘ Piercings: Her ears have the only piercings. Twice on each earlobe. Common earrings she'll wear are small loop ones though they can't be cheap ones. Sterling silver or better. Cheap earrings irritate her ears.

◘ Tattoos ll Brands:[Click] This tattoo is located on her stomach on the right side and is roughly 2x1 inches in size.

◘ Body Type: Slim yet athletic

D i s p o s i t i o n

○ Personality: Natalia is the type of girl who shows kindness where kindness is due. So if you're nice to her, she'll return the favor. Insult her or push her around and you'll set off that all to easily sparked fury that sometimes is accompanied by a nice solid punch. She's not afraid to put up her dukes when the occasion calls for it even when dealing with people twice as big as she is. So she can be incredibly brave or in some cases down right stupid but that's just a side effect of her stubbornness and hate when it comes to being pushed around. Many times she's bitten off more then she can chew but has managed to survive one way or another. Normally because she had friends there to back her up.

All and all though, stay on her good side and she's just the innocent sweet girl who enjoys helping people. She'll laugh at the stupidest jokes undeterred even when no one else is laughing with her. The simplest thing in life amuse her so it doesn't take much to catch her interest. She's quite the curious little thing to which as gotten her in trouble on more then one occasion.

A side note to mention that's a bit on the important side is her biggest bet peeve. Something that if done will instantly involve a rant like no other. This being, bringing to attention her lack of looking her age or her small stature. She is quite annoyed with these two things about her, the more annoying one being her height. She's short....she knows this....don't rub it in.

○ Biography: Natalia was born in the Fall of 3052 to Gavin and Marisol Jadros. She was the youngest of three children and the only girl. She can’t recall many memories of her mother since she died when Natalia was only three. Being the busy man her father was upholding the business he owned, he didn’t spend much time with his daughter. Seemed her father really didn’t care about her all that much anyway. The man had two sons so the family name and business was secure. It didn’t bother Natalia that her father didn’t pay much attention to her, she had her brothers, Nathan and Jacob who were always there for her. Like most boys though, her brothers liked to roughhouse and they weren’t against bringing their little sister in on the games. So it was either keep up with them or suffer the wrath of headlocks, wet willies, noogies, and various other attacks. Despite her smalls frame, she was a force to reckoned with and could give her brother’s a run for their money on various occasions.

Natalia wasn’t the type to stay within her social class. She had many friends in lower class, most in middle but she did know a few people in the slums as well. The whole being rich didn’t affect her way of thinking. She didn’t think herself better then the rest. Least that was the way she was. Her father was quite greedy when it came to money and had a superiority complex, both of which had rubbed off on her brothers. Nice as her brothers were, they had those flaws. Somehow Natalia didn’t let herself get dragged into that. Mainly due to her raging curiosity that brought her down into the areas of the city where those not as fortunate as her dwelled.

[x] Now up until she was thirteen she had managed to keep herself out of trouble while wandering about the lower-class areas of the city. Then one night changed all of that. Some thugs tried to rob her and do god only knows what else. Unfortunately for them Natalia wasn’t a weakling. Not by a long shot. She knew how to fight and she laid those guys out with the utmost ease. Seemed they had thought they had the advantage in numbers and the fact they were taking on one little girl. They had been wrong big time. Misfortune set on Natalia though soon after. Those thugs she beat up belonged to a powerful gang within the city and the leader of said gang didn’t like the fact that a little thirteen year old girl had just showed some of his boys up. So this leader decided to make Natalia an example.

The night it all came down was the most frightening day of her life. She was spending the night at a friends off when some of gang members kicked down the door. They attacked Natalia, tied her up, and knocked her out before setting the house ablaze. What happened next she only knew from what people had told her. Apparently her friends had been rescued from the house, but no one could get to her because she was near the center of the fire. Apparently a boy not much older then herself had dared the inferno to save her injuring himself greatly in the process.

When Natalia awoke in the hospital a few days later she found herself sharing a hospital room with that boy who she leaned was William Wraith. Even after she was released from the hospital she stayed there at William’s side until he woke up to. She did all she could to show him her gratitude to him for saving her life. Like bring him treats she’d make like cookies or brownies or gifts. That’s how it started anyway. Then she sort of got attached to him and found him to be a loyal friend…..well more then that now. At least that’s what Natalia wants but she isn’t sure how William feels on the matter.

And why is all that important? Well it was because of William that Natalia made the decision to join Orion. Part of the reason anyway. Sure being there would mean more time with William and she also wanted to be strong like him so she could protect people who couldn’t protect themselves. Another reason for her wanting to join Orion was she was starting to realize she had some magical talent which was quite uncontrollable at the moment and she wished to master it so she didn‘t end up hurting anyone….or blowing up anymore electronics.

[demi wolfsong]

G e n e r a l

♦ Applicant Name: William Zacheriah Wraith

♦ D.o.B: 07/20/3051

♦ Returning Student:Yes

♦ Applying As: SeeD SpearMagus. Allowed leeway with some missions, allowed to tailor his uniform to his liking.

♦ Blood Type: A +

A d v. I n f o

Allowed leeway with some missions, allowed to tailor his uniform to his liking.

• Weapon of Choice: I’ve trained quite a bit in the use of the Spear. Its one of my best, most formidable weapons, augmented even further by the Fire Magic I wield.

• Style: I’ve taken quite a few classes in Spearmanship, and have actually attained what would be considered a journeyman’s rank in it. But my real passion comes through in my Fire magic, and my own unique form of Evocation. Combined with a solid grasp of the bo-staff and a minor understanding of firearms, I can be pretty versatile.

• Class: My primary study is into the art of Evocation, (or as some like to call it, the Quick-n’-easy, the BOOM magic) Though I have taken the standard courses in Thaumentology and alchemy. My instructors have informed me that I have a taste for Fire magic (See: Lumen Prophet: Article 37: The Flaming Dorm?!) and I tend to agree with them. As such, I’ve put much time and effort into perfecting it…well, we’ll get there. Someday.
Outside of Magic, I’ve taken the time to learn the ways of the spear along with quite a bit of Juudo. Actually, it would be more precise to say, as a boy I fancied myself one of the old world hero’s who wielded a deck of explosive playing cards and a bo-staff. After my tenth broken lamp with the kitchen mop, my mother declared me clinically insane and forced me to actually learn the arts of combat and the bo-staff.
… I lost count of the broken lamps somewhere around fifty. Finally, around the age of fourteen, I’d learned everything I possibly could at the time about the staff. My master’s suggested then that if I wanted to continue, I should look into the ways of the spear. Advice that I swallowed whole and have been practicing ever since. Even my Juudo techniques are becoming quite advanced, combining the spear/staff with throws and grapples for devastating effects. Now, at the age of eighteen, I’ve been training under new masters, new styles of both magic and Spearmen; under the tutelage of those know as SeeD for nearly a year.
Well, lets see how long I last before I burn something Else down.

• Guardian Force: Nah, Not just yet. But I hear there’s this Fire one out there. I’m almost of the mind to go find it.

• Social Status: Born the b*****d son of lord Wraith, William was refused his rightful place at his fathers side. In fact, he and his mother were refused everything that should have been there’s. Instead they were forced to live about what Will would call “MidTown”. He was weird like that, calling a city a town. Life in MidTown wasn’t the best, often plagued by gangs and monsters of one sort or another. Still, it was better then the slums, which was Hell on earth for its residents. Still, he’s something of the “Riff-Raff” a title he plans to make those who forced it on him eat.

• Specialties: A fast thinker and faster acter. When his magic goes… haywire, he has to think fast or risk burning something/one. Baddly. As a plus though he has a very strong grasp of Fire Magic. VERY strong grasp of it.

• Abilities: As previously mentioned, his grasp of fire is pretty strong. He can shape and mold fire with his thoughts, though once out of his grasp he loses most control over it. Still, he can create everything from a fire butterfly, to a wall of solid flame. The downside to this is that use of “MagiMold” as some have called it, is extremely taxing, and requires quite a bit of his concentration. He also has to remain still while controlling the flames of his magic, leaving him completely vulnerable to attack, and even for quite awhile after while.

• Strengths: Causing explosions. Lots and lots of explosions. He’s actually a bit of a nice guy though, despite his very…loud style of doing things. He’s loyal to a fault, and considers those who he befriends to be his family. He often is also mistaken for a simple mage, a façade he plays up quite aptly until he either beats the person’s face in with his fists, or his spear. And yes, he will take the blunt end of his spear and beat your face in with it.

• Weaknesses: Cooking. Like, really really REALLY badly. (See: Lumen Prophet: Article 37: The Flaming Dorm?!) He stays as far away from the stove as possible, primarily because while he can control and create Fire, Keeping control of it is another matter entirely. Did I mention he sucks at cooking? He can also get so focused on doing one task that he forgets entirely about other tasks. Lastly, he’s a bit of a nice guy, ergo he’s a little on the naïve side. He’ll miss things entirely or trust to easily, and it often gets him in quite a bit of trouble.

• Phobia: Spiders. He hates them. With a passion. A Giant, nuclear, flaming passion. If he happens to be fighting one of the said Arachnid Race, it is suggested that the moment you hear the high-pitched girly scream, to run for the hills. Flames and death are sure to follow. Lots and lots of Flames.

M u s c u l a t u r e

◘ Appearance: Me Standing at roughly 5’8”, with shaggy mouse brown hair, he has a very unassuming appearance. Don’t let this fool you. Behind that boyish smile, and those emerald green eyes, lies a fiery intellect, and a resolve to prove himself. This is shown even in his body, his muscles lean cables instead of the often mistaken stringy muscles you normally see on a teen. He generally wears the vest of Orion, Preferring to keep his arms bare save a pair of military gloves. The gloves are there to both cut down on calluses, and hide the hundreds of scars on his hands. Because of this, the flax vestment he wears is also quite clearly visible. The rest of his uniform remains unchanged, though he bears a belt from one shoulder and down around his abdomen, allowing him to buckle his spear into place so that he can move freely without tiring his freaking arms out.

◘ Height: 5’8”

◘ Weight: 186LB

◘ Abnormalities: His hands are covered in scars, as are his arms (though no where near as many). Most of these were caused during training, though his hands are also badly scared by burns. Thankfully, he still has full mobility of his hands, due to his years of rigorous training with the spear/bo-staff, and a good deal of protection provided by his own fire magic during the incident.

◘ Piercings: A single clasp in his left ear.

◘ Tattoos ll Brands: He actually has one of a Phoenix that covers his entire back. In Full Color. It represents his will, his purpose in life. Even in the darkest of times, he will rise from the ashes, better then before.

◘ Body Type: Lean, Muscular, though it is that of a athletes build.

D i s p o s i t i o n

○ Personality: William is a kind man, if not slightly… loud. He’s not a jock by any standard, (he beat them to a pulp for picking on a seventh grader when he fifteen.) nor a bully. He’s just… loud. He’s very much the happy-go-lucky guy, who always finds a bright side to everything.
Or at least, that’s what he has everyone believe.
Underneath, William is scar’s a mile long, raked in by the troubles of his life. His determination, his steadfast loyalty, all of it, stems from his father, the one man he hates above all else. Vowing to never abandon those who needed him (as his father did) William has fought and clawed for every sob story out there. Protector is in his very nature, in everything he does.
And those who he truly befriends, become a part of his family. You hurt his family, and there is no force in all of Gaea that will stop him from tearing it from your hide.
Piece. By. Effing. Piece.

○ Biography: William Zacheriah Wraith was born son of Ebenhizer Wraith in the year 3058. Or he should have been. Instead, he and his mother were thrown cast aside, put on the streets, for “Lord” Wraith as his father was more commonly known, refused to acknowledge a child born out of wedlock.
Still William’s mother, Elizabeth McNair refused to just lay down and die. No, she started over again, from the ground up. She found herself a place to live, a job…everything she would need to take care of her son. They were hard times, but through them, Elizabeth taught her son one thing, one thing that would be the core of his being, the core of his beliefs.
Never give up. Never Surrender.
Through his mother, William’s soul became that of what a man truly should be, a kind and gentle man on the outside, and a mountain of strength underneath. Over the years, he discovered he had an aptitude for Fire Magic, along with several other more martial arts. He honed this skilled, trained them, his sights set on the walls of Orion Garden. His name was already down in the registration books before he was fourteen years old, his very nature driving him to fight for those who couldn’t fight for themselves. He would often travel the slums, helping the beggars and those without, with whatever he could. Because that was who he was. It was during one of these trips at the age of fourteen that he learned of a particularly nasty gang that had set up shop in the slums.
Specific circumstances unknown, he heard word of a kidnapping the gang had performed, taking the child of one of the esteemed “upperclass” of society.
Such a thing was not unheard of, but that didn’t mean William wouldn’t act. Yet when he found the building, he found something else, something he’d not planned on. The entire place was on fire. One of the girl’s friends (apparently, the kidnappers had taken two) wailed outside of the building, screaming that her friend was still in there.

Ignoring the danger, William raced into the burning building. After what felt like an eternity, he found the unconscious girl, surrounded by blazing debris, and the only way through, was to move them. He summoned up his fire magic, and tried something new, something he’d never done before. He coated his hands in the magical flame, summarizing that flame would negate flame.

He was wrong. The flames seeped through, and burned his hands and forearms badly, but he would not be swayed. He would not let the girl die. Finally, he reached her, and wretched her from the grasp of death, carrying her away from it all. But not before a section of the building exploded. It was then that William showed his true potential. His true range of power. You see, Natural Fire isn’t something one can control. Or at least, William never could. Yet, this one time… He did. As the flames blossomed out towards him, he reached a level of mental detachment like unlike any he’d ever reached before. Though He doesn’t remember much after that, he was informed several days later when he woke up in the hospital bed, that he’d stepped from the building, writhed in flames, flames that didn’t burn him or the girl in his arms. The flames had erupted into the form of the phoenix, then vanished.

After which, he’d handed the still form of the girl to one of the arriving member’s of SeeD, tasked with saving the girls life, then passed out. The girl, a shorty by the name Natalia, stayed with him during his stay in the hospital. And beyond.
And that very member of SeeD, then extended to him the possibility of joining their ranks. An offer that in four years, he took up. Now at the age of Nineteen, Will’s strength, his courage, his steadfast determination to do what is right, is stronger then ever.
And he will do so.

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

William Zacheriah Wraith

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[demi wolfsong]

☠We are Orion. We are undefeated.☠

"They say the flames of justice burn brightest in the dark. Funny, mine burn even brighter."
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☠We are the laughter in the darkness, and we will not be denied.☠

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

"Unless you want to become a human lightning rod, I suggest you back off."

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While we thought we were gaining
We would turn back to the tide, it still slips away
Our time has run out, our future has died
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[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

Rione Niela Nelwin

The Sun has passed many a time: 21
I have a different Body than you: Human
My Features tell me what I am: Female
My Hair shines its own color: Strawberry Blonde
My Eyes never Lie: Sapphire
My Stature is none of your concern: 5'5"
What I do has been my passion: A High Level Cleric
What will usually be found at my Side:Staff She doesn't necessarily need the staff to cast spells but it does help the deep concentration that the spells require to work properly. So that makes preforming spells safer and faster. The staff can also be used as a weapon as she is not afraid to beat an enemy down with it if they try to harm her.
History has forsaken me more than once: Rione lived a basic childhood. A father and mother. An older brother and younger sister. Nothing all to spectacular about it all. When she entered her teen years an old cleric came to live in the village. Now this was all very exciting for a girl who had spent the first thirteen in a boring little village where the only thing exciting that happened was maybe somebody learned a better way to go about growing crops or milking a cow. So anyway, day after day Rione would bug the cleric to teach her magic and after exactly 43 days of this the guy finally agreed. (mainly to get Rione to stop bothering him about it). And so she learned and at an alarming rate at that. She seemed to be naturally gifted. Soon she'd learned everything the old cleric knew but her mind wanted more knowledge. So at the age of eighteen, she left her village behind in hopes of satisfying her need to learn.
How I act may offend you: Basically Rione can be described as a carefree girl who passes each day with a smile on her face even when things seem bleak. She's always seeing the brighter side of things while refusing to let ill occurrences damper her mood. When it comes to interacting with others she's the type that will mimic the way the person acts toward her. So if they're nice, she'll be nice in return. That means if you're rude and downright nasty toward her you'll get the same from her. Also she tends to be a curious little thing and when something spikes her curiosity she'll investigate. She's been placed into quite a few dangerous situation because of this. To go along with her curiosity, she loves to learn and has strived to learn everything there is to now about cleric magic. Whether that be healing or maybe even summoning the death to assist in battle, or run an errand or two. So magic doesn't have a color to her. Magic is magic. Not white or black. Lastly, the poor girl has a horrible sense of direction. It's not wise to have her lead you anywhere for she's likely to get you both lost.
My heart belongs to one: N/A
Blessing I have: This symbol is located on the on the back of her neck normally not visible because of her hair. Most of her magic ability is because of pure talent but there are spells that were thought impossible that she is able to do because of this mark. Such as bringing a person back to life. Though doing so can leave her in a coma like state for a day because of the sheer amount of magic it requires. So it is not to be used lightly. Another thing this mark does is cause her overall magic ability to be on par with those with decades more experience than she. More powerful magic means more energy needed so she isn't about to go and show off her full power at every turn. Unless she wants to be exhausted all the time.

Naomi the Shadow Wolf

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

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While we thought we were gaining
We would turn back to the tide, it still slips away
Our time has run out, our future has died
There's no more escape
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[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

The natural balance of the world must be kept. To rock the scale in the slightest degree would mean chaos. Keeping order sometimes means locking away those who would seek to disturb it. Nothing lasts forever and the seals holding the most fearsome of forces is weakening. Already the power is leaking out tearing at the fabric of our world and disrupting the peace.

Welcome to "When the Streets Run Red", a modern day vampire role play that is sure to be filled with action and adventure of all kinds. This is a literate role play so I expect posts of decent length and detail. A couple paragraphs a post will do quite nicely. If you can't do that then please step away from the thread and check into one better fitted for you.

If you have any questions feel free to PM me.

① Introduction, Contents, & Links
② Laws of the Land
③ Story Time
④ Separating Myth and Truth
⑤ Admission Forms
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Profile Thread // OOC Thread

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

The absolutexDON'T

◌ Use chat speak
◌ Use ** for actions or other such symbols for actions
◌ Post one liners
◌ Insult other RPers
◌ Make outrageous amounts of spelling typos

The guidelines of posting.

◌ Feel free to make your posts as decorated as you want.
Just don't use overly large images.
◌ If you're going to use colored text, don't use super bright neon colors.
They're an eyesore to try and read.
◌ Posts should be no less then fives sentences. Preferably more.
◌ Keep active. Try to post once a day or at least every other.
◌ No Godmoding or Auto-hitting
◌ You may not kill a person's character without their permission.
◌ Cussing is fine but don't overdo it.
◌ Romance is obviously fine and of course encouraged. Just keep it
clean. There are children on this site for goodness sake.

Characters

◌ Use the skeleton provided for character profiles. Send the filled
out profiles to me in a PM. Once your profile is approved you can place it on the
profile thread.
◌ You can play as many characters as you can handle.
◌ Only three Castus (pureblood) vampires will be allowed. Right now there are 3
of those slots open.

Miscellaneous Other Rules

◌ Make sure to follow the guidelines concerning vampires and slayers in
the "Separating Myth and Truth" if you're going to play a vampire or slayer.
◌ If you're going to quit the RP tell me. Don't just leave
without a word.
◌ If you fail to post within five days without giving me a reason for your
absence (vacation, work, school, etc) you will be deleted from the RP.
◌ I have the right to add and/or delete rules as needed.
◌ When sending me character profiles or when reserving a slot, subject the PM
message as "For Pony!!"
◌ All OOC chatter belongs in the OOC Thread. Post at least once in the OOC
Thread after your profile is approved.
◌ Lastly, have fun!

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

The world is full of myths and legends. Nearly every one of them stemmed from truth. As the tales drifted from one person to the next over time the facts were stretched leaving nothing but lies obscuring the truth. One of the greatest events of old became nothing but superstition over the centuries. However you are about to hear the real tale of one of the greatest legends. The events that spawned the vampire legend.

It all began in a small village within Europe over 500 years ago. A man by the name of Botheric wanted to be a great warrior like some of the knights he’d seen pass through the village. Yet his status in the world was that of a lowly farmer and not a good one at that. His life was going nowhere. He was desperate for anything that would free him from this pitiful life.

That’s when the demon came to visit him.

The demon was smart in his choice of words and was able to play Botheric like a puppet. He offered the human power unlike any the world had ever seen. There was no price for this power. The demon simply said the price of it would be the entertainment of the events that would unfold if Botheric accepted the gift.

And thus the first vampire was born,

Botheric did gain power and it was far beyond anything he’d ever thought possible. Not only that but he was faster and had senses greater then any animal. He couldn’t become sick or even die for that matter. The man was immortal. Yet to sustain himself he was required to drink the blood of humans less go into a blood lust rage that ended with villages completely massacred in his wake. In a moment of twisted fate he learned that by sharing his blood with a human he could turn them into what he was. He called them his children and they followed him like loyal vassals to a king.

Hundreds of humans he turned into vampires and they were able to create even more. Soon the chaos that they could create had spread all over Europe and seeped to the other continents as well. For near three centuries they invoked fear and bloodshed. Things changed though when group of vampires came to realize that Botheric was losing his mind. Blood lust was completely consuming him. Hundreds fell by his hand and it was rare to see him not covered in blood. Any of his children who got in his way ended up in shreds as well. Botheric was still the strongest and could rip a vampire to pieces and there was no coming back to life after that even if they were immortal.

The group who had noticed what was becoming of their father knew that Botheric could not be allowed to roam the Earth any longer or he could very well destroy them all. It was not long after Botheric and many other vampires arrived in the Americas that this group joined forces and sealed him away. However as they did Botheric cursed them and every vampire. He stripped them of their immortally and in doing so opened up the weaknesses of vampire kind.

200 years later the seal is beginning to weaken. Botheric is stirring in his slumber and his evil is seeping out affecting many vampires all over the world. Many once peaceful vampires are slaughtering at will. Others who already took the side of darkness were embracing this cold energy and doing all they can to speed up the process of releasing Botheric who they see as the true ruler of the world.

The world is being turned upside down. No safety can be found in the night.

A war has begun.

Who’s side are you on?

Setting
The City of Calgio in the state of New York. Botheric is said to be sealed somewhere in that area of the country.

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

Vampires

Classes- There are three classes of vampires. Verto, Dimidius, and Castus.

Verto: They are the lowest level of vampire. This class are the ones that were once human and were turned into vampires. In a way they can be the most dangerous of vampires because they can be unpredictable and normally have to learn to keep their thirst in check until they can find a suitable target to drink from. It isn't uncommon for a Verto to attack like a rabid animal when the need to feed strikes. Adjusting to the life of a vampire is an extremely difficult process that many of them never fully achieve. Oddly this group has the least amount of discomfort in sunlight which some speculate is due to them once being human.
Dimidius: Any vampire who is a mix of Verto and Castus are put into this group. The mutts of vampire kind in a way. Depending on how pure their blood is establishes how high ranking they are among the vampires. So a person who is half Castus would be respected higher then a person who is mostly Verto with only a small percentage of Castus blood. Many will lie about their blood purity in order to gain greater respect. Though if the lie is uncovered they are often shunned by their fellow vampires because it is considered dishonorable to fake being a higher blood purity then you are.
Castus: This group is considered the the royals of vampires. They are the purebloods and harbor no Verto blood in them. Though they are the strongest in their race they are weakest against sunlight as it can cause great pain and weakness. Extended amounts of time in sunlight has been known to be fatal. Most Castus are brash and cocky. They look down upon those who's blood has been tainted and find themselves superior to them. Even so they are known for being great leaders who are able to rally their fellow vampires when the time calls for it. Normally when there is a large grouping of vampires in a city they are lead by a Castus.

Lifespan- Vampires don't live forever. Average life span is about five hundred years. They retain their youthful appearance well into their 400's. Only as they reach the final few decades of their life do they finally start to show their age.
Death- They can be killed by being stabbed in the heart or if their head is severed from their neck. A gun shot to the head can work just as well or being blown to pieces. Being burned of electrocuted can damage them greatly but normally isn't fatal. Long exposure to the sun can prove to kill them as well. Natural death only comes from old age. They are immune to all diseases, viruses, and cancers. At death they turn to ash.
Reproduction- They are able to conceive children with other vampires only. A vampire can not have a child with a human.
Appearance- Vampire look just like humans when not in thirst for blood. However the closer they come to their time to feed, their skin pales and their temperature drops. When in full blown "thirst mode" their eyes become crimson and their fangs extend. After a feeding they return to normal.
Powers and Strengths- These would include: heightened senses, increased speed, great strength, fast healing, and an almost hypnotic power over weak-minded humans.
Weaknesses- These would include: sunlight (how much it affects them depends on the type of vampire), holy water (burns their skin and weakens them), unable to enter a home unless they are invited in, fire, high amounts of electricity, and their heightened senses (strong smells can daze them, loud noses can be extremely painful to their ears, and bright lights can blind them momentarily).
Feeding- Normally they will feed once a week but some have been known to feed much more often. They don't have to kill their targets. Any blood will do whether it is from a human or fellow vampire. However the sweetest of blood is that of a loved one so commonly when a vampire finds their soul mate he/she will usually feed off them from time to time. Some vampires have speculated though that the tastiest blood is that of a Castus.
Becoming a Vampire- The only way a human can become a vampire is if they ingest vampire blood. The transformation from human to vampire is incredibly painful and takes around twelve hours.
Other- The smell of a burned vampire is among the foulest of smells.

Slayers

The Basics- Slayers normally are a part of clans and their art of killing vampires is passed down from one generation to the next. The teaching of these methods are well kept secrets for if a vampire ever learned them they could possibly find ways of countering the attacks. Different clans rarely ever work together as their different techniques of killing can often clash with each other. Also their views on which vampires deserve being killed can cause working together to be difficult.
Who They Kill- Depending on the clan will determine which vampires they will go after. Some clans will only go after vampires who have done wrong such as slaughter humans without need or remorse. Other clans see all vampires as evil even if they don't kill their victims. So any vampire they come across is a target for execution. One final type are the clans that not only kill every vampire but will even kill humans who serve them because they see them as forever tainted by the vampires.
Killing Method Types- There are basically three types.

Melee: This involves the use of swords, daggers, scythes, or other such weapons.
Modern: This involves guns, grenades, and other modern day weaponry and equipment.
Magic: Not as many clans use this type anymore. It is slowly becoming a lost art. This involves the use of seals to damage or trap the target.

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

Humans
COMING SOON

Vampires
COMING SOON

Slayers
COMING SOON

FirstName MiddleName LastName

Age: Age
Birthday: Birthday
Gender: Gender
Sexuality: Sexuality
Appearance: Link Form
Crush/Love: Crush

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Theme Song: Theme Song
Post Color/s: Post Colors
Username: Username

[Naomi the Shadow Wolf]

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First Name◇Middle Name◇Last Name

[☪]xxxxxxxxThe Basics →

• My friends call me . . . . (Nickname/s)
• The doctor said I'm a . . . . (Gender)
• My purity of my blood is that of a . . . . (Vampire Class)
• People mistake me for being . . . . (Appeared Age)
• Believe it or not I'm really . . . . (Real Age)
• Just so you know I'm . . . . (Sexuality)
• My heart longs for . . . . (Crush/Love)

[☪]xxxxxxxxMirror Mirror on the Wall →

• My reflection shows this . . . . (Appearance in link form - Anime style pictures recommended)
• If you must know my height, I'm . . . . (Height)
• You may notice on me . . . . (Any scars, tattoos, or piercings)

[☪]xxxxxxxxThe Finer Points →

• My Personality is my own.
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• Listen to my story.
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• I just adore these things.
- Likes
- Likes
- Likes
- Likes
• Get that away before I smack you.
- Dislikes
- Dislikes
- Dislikes
- Dislikes

[☪]xxxxxxxxBackstage Secrets →

• I sing this in the shower . . . . (Theme Song)
• Colors of choice . . . . (Color/s you'll be using)
• My puppeteer is . . . . (Username)