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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 8:14 am
You wake up one morning to find a dirty, creased envelope laying by your side. The envelope is closed with a blood red wax seal and feels light. After opening it, a small piece of paper falls out into your hands. With neat handwriting, it reads:
"Welcome..
Through some twist of fate, you have arrived here in new york. We have been watching you, nightborn, so do not ignore this letter. We are probably watching you now as well.. As a vampire, you are bound to the nearby new york coven. We accept all creatures of the void and look out for each other, traitors will be hunted down and killed. There are only a few rules..
-The order of the Coven must be kept, the line of command followed.
-Any vampire who turns their back on the Coven for no beneficial reason shall forfeit their life to the coven.
-Do not draw public attention to the Coven or race; Kill all witnesses and clear up after attacks.
Follow those simple rules and you'll do just fine. Of course you have no choice in the matter, though."
Below the writing is instructions on how to contact the coven and where to find it, and it is neatly signed by a few unknown names.
The vampires are split into three categories..
Sanguinarian - Fast, strong, tough. These vampires are deadly bloodsuckers who choose to kill whatever they want instead of specialising on simply lycans. They lack the specialist training in lycan hunting, but make up for it with the ability to drive themselves into a frenzied rage at the sight or smell of blood. Thus the name Sanguineus meaning bloody/bloodthirsty in latin.
Psychic - Have the power to ease minds; aiding in the rest of fellow vampires, can influence other minds and can control small objects with a simple thought. Their fighting prowess and toughness pales in comparison to other vampires though.
Deathdealer - Specialists in Lycan psychology, and most importantly the killing of them.. though they lack the general capabilities of dealing with other species.
To join the vampires.. you must copy and fill this in and post it in this thread. Do not PM to me.
Joining form Name: Age: Type: Weapons: Appearence: Bio:
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 8:21 am
If you think you may have been missed for whatever reason, PM me or post here.
Elders Rikku de Lioncourt (Deathdealer) Kyrre (Sanguinarian, Page 1) Blackrogue (Sanguinarian/Deathdealer) GaBbYmEnTaL (Psychic)
Sanguinarian Vampires Psychotic_Fish (Page 2) Cadyryeith Ap-Morthwyl (Page 2) C0b (Page 2) gothic_rain (Page 2) Behirit (Page 2) Revan Basarab 3rd. (KIA)lil vampire princess (Page 3) SpaceProg (Page 3) [.Moon Beams.] (Page 3) Ketsuekino Mihito (Page 3) NarcoticGlitter (Page 4) Insanemetalpanda (Page 4) Skreemer (Page 5) General Boris Dragosani (KIA)Assasins_prayer (Page 5) Hells Lord (Page 5) Draug Heltikana (Page 5) Life_expired (Page 5) Mollyann (Page 5) stargirl002004 FrostLord Toxic_Infection Immortal_Darkness WilliamBluddy koji osita AlucarD_CounT Christemo blueblondie06 Wrong`Lane Vamp Elle wolfplay Cade Turen [K]nux chamin1 Smilker ChaosMinion Midnight_darksoul xXNarcoleptic_InsomniacXx o8anti_hero8o
Psychic Vampires Velante Sentru Firehotprincess2882 (Page 1) Deirdre_Elewyn (Page 1) Crow_Caravonox (Page 2) DBZVegeta (Page 2) vampire~demon~girl (Page 2) Vampiress757 (Page 2) Kurisutarumizu-chan (Page 3) [__Black__Rose__] (Page 3) Little~Drummer~Boy (Page 3) Athena_8703 (Page 3) Sulphide (Page 3) Vampire Queen Mizuke (Page 3) Kiri Takara (Page 3) Siubhan (Page 3) Eihwa (Page 4 and 5) RomperStomper666 (Page 4) Asie (Page 4) Shiaru Raiu (Page 5) summoner.of.chaos (Page 5) Dekiru Miyamato (Page 5) Bluebell1308 Kai_Yashika019 Fear_my_love owhatshername Charlotte_Doyle evanescence rocks ya Farly Babydragonblu pretty-kadaj AlanaRoseDavis (page 8.) xXxYoshiyukixXx x0TaintedXFate0x Kahaerie Atatariel the_dark_king CYANiiDe graymoss Roeblin (Page 10) ~Emily~the~Forgotten~ (Page 10)
Deathdealers Vrio (Page 1) Chantra (Page 1) BlackAngelOfDeath6 (Page 2) PhilosophyOfPain (Page 2) Lady Lvis (Page 3) MR.mrow (Page 3) Johnny_d_sinned (Page 3) Biones (Page 4) Vlad-Bedwyr (Page 4) Greenqueen333 (Page 4) Fallen_Angel_Alexiel (Page 4) Vampiric_Death (Page 5) Darkjaguar (Page 5) .b ! l l y. (Page 5) Perrin alThor (Page 5) Teh Carny. farsite fall-en-vampire [.Michelle.] narimaka1991 vacancy Damita Chachamaru-kun IceFireXIII Rishon kanani_star ~Underworld_Vampire~ SamaraKitsune hoax123 (page 8.) Loki-soul asgroth77 ~Lunar Kiasaka~ Horney_Lil_Boy kaisugui_kaminarir
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Rikku de Lioncourt Captain
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Rikku de Lioncourt Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 8:23 am
Didn't have your profile saved? Never fear. Rikku saved them all. If you want them, PM her. ^^.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 8:25 am
 Name: Rikku de Lioncourt
Age: 658
Type: Deathdealer (Elder)
Weapons: Two silver plated pistols, loaded with siler nitrate bullets which are placed in gun holsters on her hips. On her thight holster, she has a couple of silver knives, just incase she runs into trouble.
Nationality: French
Appearence: As pictured. Her winter attire would usually consist of a long coat, a scarf and a blacvk leather al-in-one suit. A thick pair of boots for any occaision, really.
Bio: Rikku was born in 1347, in a small village outside of Paris.. Growing up as a peasent, her family soon sought a better life in London, England. Growing up there, she found it hard but it didn't take her long to learn English as she was rather gifted with languages.
Being quite close to her older sister, Gabrielle, they were never apart. Even when they were both reaching their prime. Yet, when Gabrielle fell in-love and found a husband, Rikku was a young woman of 16. And all alone.
A few years later, Gabrielle and her husband were reported missing. The village they lived in spread the word quickly. Rikku was the only one who searched... Giving up when she couldn't find them, she sat alone on the edge of the village well, speaking with the stars at night, and praying for their safe return. Her prayers finally answered, her brother-in-law came looking for her... But things were not as they seemed. Rikku overwhelmed with his return, she begged to be taken to Gabrielle, who was apparently safe and well. She had failed to notice the strange being her brother-in-law had become, and was bitten there and then, left for dead in the alley she was made.
Having had to fend for herself as a fledgling vampire, she learned quickly. A little repulsed by it at first, she soon grew to love it, but was forced to leave her parents.
Spending a few years in the countryside playing withj her vampire senses, she finally decided she'd go check her parents were still alive and well, only to find that they'd been murdered. By wolves. Enrages, she left the village for good.. Determined to find others like her, who would help her seek her revenge. She somehow knew that it wasn't just wolves who killed her parents.
Eventually training as a deathdealer, she soon became one of the best. Easily overcoming any adversary. Having been assigned to New York eventually with an old friend named Kyrre, she often prowls the streets at night, watching for any Lycans, or any potential meals.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 10:53 am
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Name: Alexz Greene
Age: Looks about 22, but is actually much older.
Species: Psychic Vampire (Elder)
Weapons: A dagger with a black leather handle, a silver ribbon tied around the end of the handle with the words "Silver is Deadlier than gold", the letters AG engraved in the blade. Two silver guns with the AG engraved on the handles and on the bullets.
Appearance: Pale skin and sharp fangs. But what vampire didn't have those? To the attire of the 5'4, 110 pound Alexz. Her hair was a reddish auburn and was tied up into three loose baos (not as loose as the doll's hair, a little tighter). Two strands on her face had been died white at the tips then moved up to gray, a darker gray, black, and then red. Her pale skin was soft and light, contrasting with the dark crimson that colored her lips and the black that shadowed her eyes. Her eyes were silver and enchanting. How did you expect her to hypnotize her prey?
Alexz had tried to modernize her look as much as possible. She wore a Burberry skirt that she had gotten from the factory itself..weak security. Her black belt hung loosely from her hips, they didn't hold anything up, it was merely a fashion thing. Her burgundy shirt was either pushed up to show her lean abdomen or it covered it. A leather jacket topped off her attire.
Jewelry. Alexz didn�t wear much jewelry. She wore a black leather band choker necklace and a chain with a cross dangling from it. A pair of silver hooped earrings hung from her earlobes. All of the jewelry was made by herself.
Abilities (Special Things): Hypnotism, teleporting, telekinesis, telepathy, illusions, forcefields (the invisible kind.....can block some bullets) and she can create, and mold silver.
Weakness: Sunlight, UV Bullets, Liquid Sunlight, UV Bombs
Origin: London, England
History: Alexz Greene was one of the first people to settle in England. She had been a child when she moved to what now is London. Like many mortal children she was oblivious to the fact that the creatures she heard about in stories were real. Since she believed there was no danger she would walk around the city at night, often not returning home for days.
Then there was that one night. She had heard muffled screams from an alley way and saw a man holding a girl against the wall. Alexz began to pull the man off of her, she punched and kicked him but he didn�t seem to flinch. The man turned around pulling in Alexz by her wrist.
"Don't resist it, love." He whispered in her ear.
Alexz fell into a dreamlike trance, she knew something bad was happening but she couldn't move. She was enchanted by his gaze and failed to realize he was nearing her neck. The girl he was attacking before was a hunter and she fiddled for her gun. The vampire bit into her neck and Alexz collapsed in his arms. The hunter mixed her UV loaded gun with her silver loaded one and shot at the vampire. He disappeared and the bullet hit Alexz, the bullet disintegrated and the silver spread through her bloodstream. The hunter ran away and Alexz's body was never found.
She woke from her deadly sleep a week later. She thought it was only a day and didn't remember much from the previous night. Alexz felt different. She no longer hungered for food but blood. She could see what others were thinking and feeling. She could move things by looking at them and could mess with peoples' minds. Alexz remembered one of the many stories her mother told her about vampires. They feasted on blood and couldn't go out in the sun. Had she turned into one of the damned? She had to see.
The sunlight burned. Alexz had stayed inside an old hotel to see and her eyes burned at the glimpse of the sun. She stayed inside for a long period of time, only venturing out to feed on what was necessary to keep her alive. Her pupils had become so large that her irises were only a slightly thick line.
Alexz had given her life to help the life of another. She never saw that hunter again, but she saw her one night. It was the night after she was bitten and had opened her eyes for a few drowsy seconds to see someone walking toward her then walking away. She had protected someone and it made her like this.
New York. It was far away. Far away from the city that had cursed her. She snuck on a boat with animals and vegetables that was making its way to the 13 colonies. She would blend in; everyone there had talked the same right?
The war. Alexz watched the American Revolution unfold. She wasn't a citizen; in fact she didn't even exist in the country. Like the other creatures she was just there, moving on with each century, leaving a few lost souls behind. With every year she stayed out more and more. With every year more and more people were sent to mental institutions for unknown reasons.
Alexz had met a man named Asmodai while buying a motorcycle. He talked about creating a rebellion of some sort that was against all the fighting between the races. She became one of his top men, well woman. The fighting ended in a bad way. The elders hated her, or that's the impression she got from them.
Now an elder, Alexz is moving into the coven. A hard transition for someone who is going to be surrounded by those who didn't take a liking to her.
((It is FINALLY finished! *rejoices* Sorry if it's too long, I got carried away. If anyone needs me to edit it, tell me))
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 12:50 pm
Name: Jaden Drahken
Known as: Echo
Age: 421, but passes as a 19-year-old
Species: Deathdealer
Weapons: 2 small, black handguns hidden in my boots along with 2 black-bladed knives hidden up my sleeves. Along with lots of silver nitrate ammunition.
Appearance: Short, black chin-length hair, thick black eyeliner, and black lipstick. She wears, at times, colored contacts that are; her right one is all black, and her left one is all white. Normally wears black bondage pants that have many long chains. Echo also wears many chains and necklaces around her neck. With black knee-high boots, a black tank-top and a large-hooded sweatshirt. On certain nights, mostly those in which she feels the need, she wears her black trench coat. Numerous scars on her neck, chest and back from Lycans. Tattoo of a Cheshire cat on her left shoulder blade. Piercings on her lip, ears, navel, and tongue.
Nationality: American [From New York] Caucasian
Bio: Echo was hated by her family, and at the age of 16 she ran away from home. At 17 she got in with a Vampiric crowd, at which time, she didn't know about their 'difference'. She stayed with them for the next two years, ending up involved with drugs and crimes and cops, until she turned 19. They told her about themselves and turned her into a Vampire. After being embraced, she took off, and was on her own once more. Echo disappeared for one hundred years, and wasn't seen or heard in that time. That one hundred years, she cannot remember where she was, nor what happened. She had been held captive by the lycans, as she know gets flashbacks and reminders from nightmares and Lycans.
Attitude: Echo kills in cold blood, with vicious and murderous attitudes. When she goes into depression, she often stops feeding. She never feels sorry, nor any remorse, towards her victims and their families.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 1:22 pm
Name: Kaei Aubrey D'Ancanto but goes by Rogue mostly.
Age: 525
Type: Deathdealer and Sanguinarian(Elder of both)
Weapons: several, but her favorite are 2 guns filled with quicksilver bullets, and 2 knives filled with deep magic that burns any species.
Appearence: 5'8" with a muscular build. she is strikingly beautiful with chin length midnight hair that is cut in a messy layered fashion. her eyes are a very deep emerald green that most people seem to get lost in. she wears black a lot of times, or mixes with dark green tones. she wears a silver necklace with an emerald stone.
Bio: She was changed when she was 18. A daughter of France, her family was a part of a group of aristocrats. She was strikingly beautiful and creative for the time which is what drew her sire to her. Her parents shut her in most of the time for she was not normal with her artisiticness, and she was shunned by the family. After she was changed she murdered her parents and let her 2 younger siblings go. She begged with her sire to leave them be, to which he did not. She only knows the wearabouts of one today.
She was a sanguinarian and roamed the countryside until an old and powerful vampire drew her into his coven near Paris and trained her heavily in the arts. That was when she learned of lycans, and was taught the hate for them. She became a faithful deathdealer, and grew in rank.
After taking a long break from the killings for around 50 years, she was summoned by an unknown contact in New York who claimed a war was raging in the streets. Rogue, as a loyal subject to her heritage, followed orders and now resides in New York. She became an elder of the coven after only a few years service and her strength and power remains unquestioned.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 3:34 pm
Updated.
Hopefully I should be around more.Kyrre Name: Kyrre
Age: Lost track of time
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Two long knives concealed up his sleeves, pistols underneath his shirt around his belt, two more knives on the sides of his boots.
Appearance: Tight black jeans with straps and chains, a variety of tight black shirts with various designs on them, and a flowing long black jacket. Often wears a silk black scarf to conceal his fangs. His hair is a similar jet black color, and about mouth length which he brushes to one side. He often wears dark red or black eye makeup.
There are four arcane symbols and some writing marked on his back.
They represent the four most powerful vampires to ever have lived; Ghorgor, Baelgor, Dragnor and Staeglin.
The writing reads;
“Kyrre, kissed by the abyss, your soul will never be free. ~Ithriana.”
Bio:
Where to begin..
This story dates back to the age of twilight, when there were two moons and no sun, when the elvish army ruled the world with an iron fist. No mortal can remember these times, and there is no record of them.
When the very first humans were born of their God, the elves took it upon themselves to wage immediate war against these invaders. The greatest archmages of the elvish empire unleashed the blood curse on the sons of men. Most died in blinding agony, others were consumed by madness to become mindless savages. And the strong that were left? Well the elves decided to take them as slaves.
After that, every son of man born was to be a slave to the elves, and had the scorch marks of foul magic lashes across their backs to prove it. Such grotesque magical experiments and torture were performed upon these slaves that their methods will never again be known, for fear of them being used once more. Kyrre was one of these slaves.
Each night he would hear a voice. She said her name was Ithriana, she promised him freedom, retribution, and told him that all the bards in all the elvish castles would utter his name in fear. All she wanted in return was allegiance. He paid the price gladly. One evening, when the sky was darker than usual, he awoke from a brief slumber to find he was free from the torture, his chains broken, and the guards dead. Once he was free to move, he fought like twenty men, carving a bloody path through his one time masters to escape the imprisonment.
He fought like a vicious animal, attacking hard and fast before vanishing into the wilds again, and stopped at nothing to sow horror into his former captors. He ate the flesh of slain elves, running to battle with his face a crimson red, painted in elf blood. They said the atrocities wrought at the edges of the Elven Empire exceeded even the elven cruelty.
Of course, he was caught. But he had slain thousands, and his name was indeed feared throughout the empire. They slew him. It took the bloody warlord days to die, in a spectacle of public magi torture. But it could not be withstood forever.
His deed had not gone unnoticed however, and the voice who was indeed Ithriana, one of the first vampires watched from the shadows. She had watched him weak havoc upon the elves, watched in glee as he tore at his enemies flesh. And what she saw, the dark knew. When Kyrre died his soul did not move on, it was consumed by the dark that had manipulated him for so long. And on the third night his body arose once again as a vampire. The eyes and ears of the void itself.
He now understood the allegiance he had made with the voice, with the darkness. His power was shared now, amongst thousands like that. Some would call that deceit on Ithrianas part, and many had been deceived before him. Many heroes of the like will never again be seen had already fallen to the seductress. He saw this as a gift however, a gift of immortality.
Ithriana had taken Kyrre as her prodigy, speaking to him without voice nor body, but each time she was taking more control, to the point of controlling his body itself. Each time it went too far; jet black, jagged markings would crawl across Kyrre's body and face, piercing into his eyes and causing unspeakable pain. The markings stopped him breathing, seeing, moving, and each time if left unchecked - almost killed him. It was this pain - unfelt by Ithriana however, that caused her to leave his body each time immediately. Kyrre speculates that this is the black itself trying to draw him into it, to join his sires and circle of friends. Perhaps that meant that if he died, she no longer had a host. He would get answers from her some day.
Abilities/Powers: All the regular vampire things. His bloodlust is somewhat under control after so long. He is as strong as can be expected for a vampire of his age and bloodline, but on his own - not unbeatable. If it weren't for the void keeping watch over him, he would probably have been killed already. But as it is, he often calls on the void to grant him unnatural strength and speed. When he does this, Ithriana has an easier time to take control. Though she is insanely powerful, it will inevitably lead to Kyrre's downfall if she is to take complete control.
The void, black, or shadow; is the very essence of evil. Kyrre believes it governs all vampires and other such monstrosities, and that its children, the vampires - are its eyes and ears. Because of this, the void will try to keep Kyrre alive. It will use shadows for his advantage, some attacks will often simply be absorbed into the blanket of shadow that often appears around him. And he can use it in his attacks, confusing opponents with trickery. His most used example of this is his favorite ‘Umbra strike’ - in which he creates a dagger from shadow and launches it at a target. Shadows however, cannot actually hurt people. And so behind the first dagger, he throws a second, real dagger. This is the one that, unseen, will do the surprise damage. It is impossible to see the second dagger, hidden by the first ones shadow.
Another of his techniques is 'Divination Storm' - In which he uses the soft palm fighting style. Using soft but lightning fast strikes, he attacks each of the 64 essential tenketsu in a series of 2,2,4,8,16,32 attacks straight after another. Once 64 has been reached and all tenketsu are sealed closed, the target will hardly be able to transfer energy around their body easily at all. It requires intense precision in his attacking, as the tenketsu are tiny. He is also a master of various little known martial arts such as xingyiquan and jeet kune do.
Personality: During his early years with the void, he was very cruel and vicious, slaughtering most whom he met. Nowadays though, he is very calm and relaxed, choosing only to fight when really needed or for fun. He would rather talk/annoy an opponent while keeping out of their reach than tear them to pieces. He often feels sorry for the people he feeds on, and often tries to keep them alive afterwards.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 9:54 am
So we have to post it again? here's mine:
Name: Gabriella (Gabi or Gab for short)
Age: turned at the age of 20, but has been a vampire for several centuries.
Type: Psychic
Weapons/skills: two small blades with intricately carved handles, kept in blade holsters at the side of each outer thigh for use during self-defense. Usually only uses psychic abilities for attacking though. She also has a pistol with silver nitrate bullets that she uses when in need. She has all the typical vampire abilities, and more, including the ability to teleport from place to place (can take up a lot of energy if it's a long distance), make illusions, mind-reading, telekinesis, telepathy, healing, psychic communication and tapping into dreams. She can also block her mind from being read by other psychics, or let people only know what she wants them to know if she lets them read her mind at all.
Appearance: Standing at 5'5", she has big lavender colored eyes and pale skin, like most other vampires. Her purple-colored hair, only a few shades darker than her eyes, is fashioned in a stylish bob, which comes to a rest right on her shoulders. Gabi wears gowns that show off her hourglass figure. Her dress has a ribbon-laced bodice of red and black with butterfly sleeves, and a flowing skirt that is also red and black from below the waist which can be ripped away (buttons) to show the tight leather pants underneath used for combat. For shoes, Gabi wears black knee-high leather boots, stylish and ideal for fighting too.
Bio: Gabi was born in Italy but moved to New York when Lycans killed her aunt and uncle, who had taken her in when her parents were killed when a plague hit Italy. When she got to New York, she was turned into a vampire and learned to read minds and tap into the dreams of others to find out things for the coven. She also learned to use illusions. She speaks fluent English with only a little bit of an accent and fluent Italian too.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 12:56 pm
Name: Rauvn Demele
Age: 504 years-old
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: Swinging from his left hip is a foot-and-a-half long dagger made from pure silver with an ebony-coloured hilt. The blade of the dagger is curved slightly. Attached to his right hip is a pistol loaded with 5 silver bullets. The barrel of the pistol has been
engraved with the words "For the flesh has sinned and it is my job to cleanse it". He only carries two extra clips, each containing five silver bullets. Strapped on his back (under his trench, but still reachable while wearing it) are two hand-sickles that have been plated in silver and along the curved blades, runes are engraved.
Appearance: Rauvn stands roughly around 5'8". His build is slightly toned, yet slim and agile. His eyes are a brilliant emerald-green and often he can be seen wearing a blindfold. His hair is long, black and has been pulled into a ponytail. The hair on the left side of his head has been left out of the ponytail and is divided into three braids. He wears black tuxedo pants, a fitting black shirt, and a black suit vest. Over this all, he wears a black trench coat to complete his outfit. He also wear a pair of black dress shoes.
Bio: Born in Germany in 1501, Rauvn Demele was the son of a priest and his wife. Born in the countryside of Germany, Rauvn grew up with rigorous physical labor and tedious mental studies. He helped his parents to take care of the farm and his father taught him of God and his beliefs. At the age of 10, Rauvn's father passed away due to tuberculosis and Rauvn was left to take care of his mother and the farm. His mother made sure that he kept up his studies and did his share of the farmwork. At night, Rauvn would stay awake for several hours, watching out for wolves because the folk were very superstitious. At the age of 19, Rauvn awoke one night to hear his mother screaming. Running to her room, he found a wolf, oddly in the shape of a man, over his mother, snarling rabidly at her. Horrified and
repulsed, Rauvn quickly shook his senses into place and ran to the barn to get the
pitchfork. When he returned to his mother's room, he found her throat had been ripped out. He looked about for the creature, but could not find it. Just as he was getting ready to leave his mother's room and go get help, he heard snarling behind him. Whirling and raising the pitchfork to defend himself, Rauvn gasped as he was blindsided by something and knocked across the room. His vision blurry, Rauvn could not make out the two shapes fighting, but one looked to be the wolf-creature and the other a man. He passed out. Upon awakening, Rauvn sees the man who had knocked him across the room hovering over him and inspecting him. The man explains to Rauvn that he was lucky that he arrived. When Rauvn questions him, the man will not explain anything, except for the fact that the wolf-creature was a Lycan. The man also explains that he is a Deathdealer, a Vampire taught to hunt and exterminate the Lycans. After a few questions the man finds out that Rauvn has no family left and takes pity on the boy. Explaining himself a bit better, the man offers Rauvn the gift. Knowing what will happen if he does, but knowing that he wants vengeance on the Lycans and their kind, Rauvn accepts. "Sir, what is your name?", Rauvn asks. "From this moment forth, you may call me "Master", the man answers. Rauvn was turned this night.
For 300 years, Rauvn hunted the Lycans of the German countryside, protecting the villagers from a fate that his mother suffered. He claimed to do it for God. The villagers knew someone was protecting them, so when a villager became ill and suffered the symptoms of blood loss with no apparent cause, they knew better than to question. In 1829, Rauvn's Master mysteriously disappeared and with the onset of modernization, Rauvn fled into Torpor. He Slept until several years after WWII and emerged to find that things had changed. He ran through the German countryside, hunting and rehoning his reflexes. In the year 2000, Rauvn heard the Call and made his way overseas to New York.
Rauvn's Master taught him all that he knew and even taught him English. Rauvn speaks with barely a hint of the German accent he once had. He occasionally wear a blindfold while training and it is whispered that he has slain at least one Lycan while wearing the blindfold.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 9:14 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 9:19 am
Miyoko Nagasaki Name:Miyoko Nagasaki Age:3,682 Years Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: four sets of 85 throwings knives, Dual Magnum Revolvers, A Longsword, and a Bow and Arrow. All hidden in her dress without a single lump. Appearence: She looks to be about 15, thought you can tell she is far older. The only things on her that aren't black are her hair and skin. She has a slightly high voice and is often heard singing a Siren song before going into battle. She is also followed along by a Cat with Fire for a tail and fire coming from it's mouth. Bio: I come from a village of about 1,000 Vampires, all serving under one Goddess by the name of Mortis. We were peaceful at first, we never attacked anything and never fed on humans. Then one day the humans attacked my village and killed nearly everyone in it. Only my brother, my sister and myself remain now of our village. About 200 years ago the humans captured me and my sister, Trila, and sent us to a medical facility to be examined. They experimented on us both horribly. After the experiments were over we had cat ears and cat tails and an incredible urge for blood. I have killed thousands just for a little taste at the blood. Now i come here, just wanting a peice of the action and a place for my cats to live. Thats all my history that you will get from me. Now I shall go.
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