Name: Samatrus Ambrosolf
Age: About 2.5 centuries (physical age: 17-18 )
Species: Demon (Terra Charaud)
Origin: Transylvania, Romania
Being quite proud of his demon blood, Samatrus is rather prideful and overconfident. He grew up being forcefully taught to hate humans and to only use them to gain power from their souls. But at times, he will show that he secretly has pity for the humans, who are often hunted and slaughtered by his very powerful demon father.
Name: Doldrum O'Krie
Age: 18
Species: Unknown (appears to be human, but has naturally green hair. WTF?)
Origin: Unknown, but his accent suggests Celtic origin
Doldrum comes from a very peaceful culture, which centers around nature and life. He is somewhat shy and thinks little of himself, but is extremely loyal and is willing to stand up for what he believes in, no matter the consequences.
[Personally, I want to see Doldrum be in a vampire romance. It'd be funny to do!]
Starter 1: The strange boy walked about the city aimlessly, his eyes wide in utter confusion. "This poor place..." he sighed, his ears drooping in grief. "Everything has been killed and turned into this horrible maze!" He walked about for hours, paying no attention to the people who stared at him, at his hair, at his ears, at the way he dressed. He mourned for the city, which seemed more like a graveyard--there wasn't a single sign of life here, like the abrupt, breathtaking silence in a creature's heartbeat.
Suddenly, a shine of beautiful green caught his eye. Grass and shrubs. And a peaceful stream with a stony bridge arching over it. The boy let out a sigh of relief, thinking that he would go insane if he hadn't found this relatively tiny sanctuary. He stepped gently onto the grass and sat down beside the water. With a small smile, he stroked the grass. "Good thing some humans are nice enough to give you guys a home, huh?" he remarked, seemingly to the grass. He stood and walked over to a rose bush, cupping a shriveled, dying blossom in his hand. Stretching his hand back, a strange, thorn-like protrusion emerged from the flesh in his pale palm, and he inserted it into the dry stomata. Suddenly, the white rose rose back up, full and moist and its petals stretched out, as if to embrace him in gratitude.
Name: Havoc Riegos
Age: Unknown, but appears to be in his late twenties
Species: A hideous form of torture has made him partially a demon
Origin: Unknown
During the torture he underwent, which took place in the Underworld, this tribal warrior's soul was drained by a demon-bearing parasite, named Havoc. He is quite serious for the most part and only smiles when he is thinking of something demented. It is uncertain whether the person that inhabits his body is the soul of the warrior before, or that of the demon that drained his life force.
Starter 1: The night was deep and dark. Dusk had fallen just minutes ago. A strange man traveled at a casual walk through the eerie forest. There was no moon in the sky to light his way, but his profile was stern and emotionless. His long ebony hair billowed in the hearty wind, which held the faint smell of water and fertile soil. His pale blue eyes were cold, focused. His long, black, worn coat flapped in the breeze, gracefully like the flag of the dead as he strode silent as the wings of an owl. As he approached a stream he stopped in mid stride. His hair covered his hawk-like stare and he sat, crossing his legs and bowing his head, his darkly outlined eyes closing to rest from their demanding watch.
Starter 2: The sky of the Underworld was black... always black. The streets were filled with the demon inhabitants. A lone figure staggered, clutching at his bleeding chest.
Whatever the eternal torturer had put into his body was writhing in agonizing motions through his veins. He could feel it start to drain his soul and replace it with another.
Suddenly, a flash of light emanated from his body and his body changed. Two rows of horns went down the upper sides of his head and down his back and his eyes were enveloped in a glowing turquoise color. The same turquoise formed lines down his cheeks from his eyes and covered his wounds. He winced in confusion as he stared in horror at himself. Clutching his head, he reared up and let out a horrible scream, before falling on his knees in overwhelming shame.
Name: Curse
Age: Unknown, but appears to be in his mid teens
Species: Half dragon half unknown
Origin: Unknown
Curse is extremely naive and gullible. His innocence and lack of understanding gets him into a lot of trouble. Being half dragon, he has the ability to transform into a beautiful ice dragon. He has lived most of his life alone and can't remember any parents or family that he might have had. He easily trusts everyone and is very protective over people he is close to.
Starter 1: Looking at the man who held a leash that led to a spiked collar about his neck, the half dragon boy stared at him with a sense of innocence. He had no idea what was going on, but no one had tried to hurt him yet. Not really, anyway. He followed the man that had him on a leash willingly. Aside from the fact that he had gone through the trouble of giving him the collar and leash to help him not get lost, the man had bright, shiny ring on his pinky finger, and the half dragon wanted it. He grabbed it and tried to pull it off, only to get sharply flicked in the face by the back of the man's hand. "Knock it off, you freak!" the man snarled as he back handed the boy.
Now being shoved onto a stage in front of an audience, the half dragon stood as he was obliviously being auctioned off. His ears perked up and his face seemed to brighten at all of the people before. As he turned his head quickly back and forth, his long, silver hair swished with beautiful motions. "This is a very special addition we have contributed to tonight's auction. We like to call him Winter's Curse," the auctioneer stated. "He's half ice dragon, half human. Now, who wants him, folks?!" One woman raised her hand and shouted a number, and the boy smiled and tried to reached out to touch her, but was yanked back by the heavy, chain leash. After a while, the boy's price was bid and he was sold to a different woman. As she dragged him away, he looked back at the man's shiny ring and let out a small, sad sounding outcry.
Name: Gothic Spyche
Age: 19
Species: Unknown, but appears to have the ability to hypnotize women into falling in love with him
Origin: Unknown
Gothic Spyche (nicknamed Goth--isn't that weird?) is extremely calm and never seems to speak above a reverent tone of voice. He has rather low self esteem and is quite humble. Having a beautiful voice and an unearthly handsome countenance, he can be compared to a male siren.
Starter 1: The eerie forest was covered in a thick fog. The moon's rays were the only source of light in the accursed place. A shadow of a figure traveled soundlessly through the shrubs and leaves. It appeared to be a man. His clothes were in black tatters all over his pale body and his long, wavy black hair hung over one crimson eye.
Starter 2: The castle was dark, lit only by black flames and a strange light coming from the main foyer. A tall figure sat before a large, black jewel, his clothes in tatters about his pale, muscular body. Long, black hair hung in glossy waves about his face and down his back. Crimson eyes searched the floor for a way to escape the spell of the gemstone's violet light. Standing slowly, he turned and started to make his way down the hall to see what manner of creature might be in the dungeon.
NEW CHARACTER!!!
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Name: Tranzor
Age: 18
Species: Vampirling (living vampire)
Origin: Unknown, but has a strong British accent)
Although her is the son of a demon lord, Tranzor is a rather sweet-natured boy. He doesn't like to have to drink blood and won't feed for long amounts of time. He is not much of a fighter, but not many have witnessed his bloodlust and lived to tell.
Name: Blazaray Angelos
Age: 16
Species: Unknown
Origin: Unknown
Blazaray is a very skilled hunter, who has a surprisingly large arsenal. He is extremely bold and outspoken, so thinking before he speaks is not an option. His self esteem is on the up-high and he is quite overconfident in all aspects.
Starter 1: The tavern was relatively quiet, peaceful. Surprisingly, no one had started a bar fight yet. But without fail, at least once a week, someone would come in and piss some drunkard off and then the whole place would be in a blur of fists and flying chairs. And it was nearly the end of the week.
Creaking loudly, the doors swung open and a strange man with wavy, scarlet red hair entered. The man would have been treated like every other stranger that had passed, if he had been like the rest of the prior strangers. This particular man had a strange set of ears. When he sat at the bar, with everyone staring at him, he asked for directions to somewhere. After he had ordered a drink, someone beside him stared for a long time before saying, "Where'd you get those clip-ons? Hollywood?" The man glared out of the corner of his eye at the half drunk person. "Did you get a nose job?" he asked with a force smile. "No." The man quickly stood and punched the person in the face. "'Cause you sure as hell are gonna need one now!!" A chair was broken over the man's head and the entire tavern quickly rose up into a tussle.
Name: Scorpio
Age: Unknown (claims to be around 4000 and appears to be in his mid-thirties.)
Species: Unknown
Origin: Unknown
Scorpio has a very strange body, which builds around a very complex venom system. Having a long, stinger-ended tail has given him his name. His stinger, fangs, and claws are the excretion points of his venom, but he has been known to spit poison as well. Reveling in other's fear of him, Scorpio is quite passionate about the victims he chooses and how he pursues them. He is somewhat quiet, but his unnaturally deep voice is always filled with venom.
Starter 1: A large, pale man dressed in black crouched over a corpse silently, his black, spidery hair hanging over his glowing yellow eyes. "There's the monster! Kill it!" a man shouted, making the man turn to look at him. The demon stood, showing an intimidating height of 6'7". With blistering speed, he grasped the soldier by his throat and bit into his neck with two, long fangs and began to drain blood from the man and into his own body. The other privates shot at the demon, blowing holes in his belly, chest and legs. Releasing an outcry, the demon released the man and fell back, his long, serpentine tail striking the injured human with a sharp stinger. The demon turned on his heels as purple blood drizzled heavily onto the street and he sprinted off. When the soldiers started to follow, the demon turned and spat a dark yellow substance at them. The fluid fell onto several of the soldiers and they shrieked in agony as the acid started to burn through their flesh and bones. As they were distracted, the demon made his getaway, leaping from building to building to throw off anyone that might still be watching. After a while, he came to a large mansion that stood just on the corner of the neighborhood he had just entered. Without so much as looking back, he onto the house and climbed over and into what appeared to be an enormous yard. Climbing into some tall, flowered bushes to hide himself, the demon ignored his steadily bleeding wounds and lied down, losing consciousness slowly.
Name: Terralek
Age: Unknown (physically, around early twenties)
Species: Half dragon, half unknown
Origin: Uknown
Terralek is the leader of a clan of half serpents, called the Roka'geru. Having a hateful, black heart, he has led his followers into several massacres of peaceful societies. Despite his cruelty, he has an extreme sense of dignity, honor, and pride, and is honest to a twisted fault. He thinks of himself as more of a warrior than he does a king.
Starter 1: With a beastly roar, the half serpent king lashed out at the several men that attempted to keep him still with heavy chains connected to a thick collar around his slender, pale neck. His shaggy black hair did little to cover his gleaming, blood red eyes as he yanked in a certain direction, sending one man several feet forward and towards him. Hissing in rage, he pulled hard to bend forward and grasped the man by his skull, crushing it with enormous strength, the red blood flowing over his talons. A popping sound erupted and a thick needle was shot into his back, shooting a venom into his blood, making him fall listlessly after a long moment of shrieking and roaring. Soon, he woke to find himself locked in a cage and with a strange collar around his neck. He reached out to try to crush the bars that stilled him, but it seemed like every movement he made to try to escape sucked his strength away. Growling sullenly, he crouched on all fours and glanced around, only to see that he was surrounded by humans and other humiliating creatures as such. He didn't know who was responsible for all of this, but blood would be shed; someone would pay dearly for this...
Starter 2: With dozens of villagers surrounding him, the half serpent snarled and bore his teeth, despite the metal mask that had been put over his mouth. His hands were bound behind him with thick shackles and chains. Pulling him down by a collar with chains, the villagers set the side of his head down roughly against the stump of a tree, while a large man sharpened his ax, readying to give the death blow.
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