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 Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:21 am
Name: Ed Ricci Age: 452 Type: Deathdealer Weapons: silver daggers, a small silver sword he keeps on his back. One Smith&Wesson Model 500 Magnum with custom made silver bullets. Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]: When Ed was a young boy he was bitten by a Vampire named Samiel. He lived alone in the Italian countryside for many years, only coming out at night to pray on small animals. He taught himself many of the things he knows. He moved to Sicily when he turned 100, growing tired of the country side. He spent many years there. He eventually heard about the Coven by a friend. He imigrated here from Sicily to find this Coven. He was part of the Italian mafia of New York back in the 1920's. Seeing as he spoke Italian and was Pure-breed Italian he made a great Mafioso. When the prohibiton ended Ed was out of work. He started doing odd-jobs for shady people around New York. He learned the psycology of people from just living in New York for that long. One night he found that letter and his life changed. He had found the Coven, he had found others like him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 12:50 am
Name: Hikaru Ichimaru (Vise versa in Japanese) Age: 122 (Born April 9 1887) Type: voidmaster Weapons: her nails, which she keeps sharpened to the point of a blade; silver-coated sais, that she keeps in holsters on her theighs at all times no matter what; and a japanese fan, with blades at the tips, which she keeps secrectly tucked away in her boots. She uses the shadows to her advantage to incompasitate her enemies whenever possible. Nationality: Japanese. Was born in the province of Hiroshima Appearance:  in her traditional kimono back in the 1800's. A more recent look to her would be as followed:  (sorry for not being in color) Hikaru has jetblack hair, that when the full moon hits it just right, it shines like a newly cut black diamond. She has chamelia eyes that change periodically between Crystal blue, to a cold and dismal black. Her hair goes down to about mid-waist, and she usually keeps it down, but on occasion, puts it in a nice ponytail. An old kimono that was given to her back in her youth, though it still looks new. Her modern outfits range from cloaks, to tight T-shirts, showing off her curvacious body, to sweats. Her favorite outfit lately is her faux fox coat, which she keeps a hidden array of poisen-coated kunai in the inside layer of it. Her shirt is a sleeveless black turtle-neck shirt with the letter "E" on it, the logo for the gothic rock band Evanescence. She wears a plaid skirt that goes to her mid-theigh, with theigh-high black stockings to go along with it. She wears very comfortable boots with a 3" rise to them, adding to her already 5'5" profile. The boots go up to her calves, and are tied up with a maroon sash being the laces. Inside the calve of her boot, conceals her deadly bladed japanese fan that she got from a New World weapon and collectable shop. Personality: Being raised as a to-be empress in 19th century Japan, Hikaru is very passive and shy. But when it comes to the other vampires, she does not take lightly to being pushed around. Though she is less than 200 years old, Hikaru can be strong when she needs to be. She's not much of a violent person, and shys away from fights, pertaining she's not that skilled. Her only advantage is control over the shadows, which she uses when a fight is absolutely nessasary. She is generally a ranged-combat person, only using her sais, nails, and/or fans when only nessasary. Being raised in the time she was, she has all the traits of a humble Japanese maiden raised by royalty. Background story[Be detailed!]: Living twenty years after the Edo period was brought to an end, Ichimaru Hikaru was born to a wealthy family in the heart of Hiroshima. Being a decendant of the great Tokugawa Ieyasu, she was a direct decendant to the throne. She had one younger brother, Ichimaru Ooji, who, if he was older be in line for the throne. Hikaru was 6 years senior to him. Their parents adored them both dearly, making sure they were brought up in a way only nobility could. As years passed,Hikaru matured into a young woman, who could now be wed to a man of her parents choosing. Hikaru was 22, her brother Ooji 16. One day, Her mother and father brought to Hikaru a proposal of a wealthy man from Hokkaido. Her parents have never heard of him, but thinking about the well-being of their daughter, and the new status that they would gain becuase of this marriage, they replied immediantly to the mysterious man. A date was set to meet with him. It was to be on the day she had seen 22 springs. When the day had finally arrived, Hikaru's family awaited at their uchi(japanese for residence) for the man. Coming up the cobble steps near the rock garden, came a man elegantly dressed in all black, with a white neck tie.( they looked like pirate poofs in the nineteenth century) He fashioned a cane with a silver handle in the shape of a wolf for some odd reason. Hikaru overlooked the man before speaking to him, and had an oddsensethat this stranger was evil. But she couldn't go agianst her parents wishes, afraid to dishonour them in front of their guests. After showing respect, they ushered him in so he could become familiar with their daughter. His name was dokueki Hebi, and was a proclaimed duke in parts of Europe. Hikaru couldn't help notice how the man stared at her brother like a fresh meal. Those same pericing forest green eyes looked her over, and smiles a wickedly handsome smile. What a strange man she thought to herself. Hikaru's parents already had the servants prepare the guest quarters for the man. "Please rest up" her parents said, sucking up, and bowing to please the man. That night, from her room, Hikaru heard scratching noises agianst their bamboo flooring. As she got up, she heard a gushing noise, like splattering across paper. She got up, and ran to the direction of the noise: to Ooji's room. She opened the paper screen, to see a horrible scene of her to-be fiance' gorging on her lifeless brother's body. Hikaru tried to scream her brother's name, but only got out a peep before she was knocked to the ground unconcious by a godlike force. Before knocking out, she heard the devil's voice saying softly in her ear "Welcome to the kingdom of darkness, my princess." She heard a mallicious chucking, when a pericing pain went into the cleavage of her left bosom, and passed out finally due to the pain. When she awoke to a dark and dreary place, Hikaru became aware of what had happened the night before. Ooji was dead, and she realizedshe had become a monster. But was it really only last night? She wasn't sure, but a power coursed through her vains, carressing her thoughts, telling her to feed. She wanted to see blood drip from someone's open aorta. But these weren't her thoughts! Or were they? Going crazy with hunger, her rage was boiling up. There was a bum in the alley where she lay. Not controlling her self, she let at him. She only realized what she had done after the man's soul was no more. She was so angry and disgusted with herself, that she wept. During her cries for the man, she realized that her anger was coming out in different ways. Her shadow was moving is perplexing ways.She tried it again, and realized she could control it. At that moment, Hikaru vowed that she would find the man who killed her brother, and confront him herself. Though she was not a violent person, Hikaru was determined to eliminate that monster. Thus Hikaru was born.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:09 pm
 Name: Elyan (prounounced el-yan, with a long "a" in "yan") Uriel Maxwell
Age: 603 (Was turned at the age of 22)/Born September 18, 1406
Type: Psychic Vampire
Height: 6'2"/1.8796 meters
Weight: 149.8 pounds/67.9 kilograms
Weapons:
7x "Schneider" Combat Knives, hidden throughout outfit, in assorted sizes.
Abilities:Being a Psychic Vampire, Elyan has developed many skills revolving around his mental abilities. Simple things, such as memory alterations and manipulations can be performed on those with weaks minds, but it is harder to perform on other vampires, especially other psychic ones. The use of this ability ranges from altering his look in the eyes of a person or being, such as changing his eye color or causing one to forget an event.
Due to his age, he as also begun to learn many of the "gifts". These range from pyrokinesis to crushing one with mental force, he is very gifted in these powers. These gifts grow along with Elyan, and like fine wine, mature with age.
He is also has the ability of an Empath, being able to sense and understand the feelings of others. However, this power he has a hard time controlling, more-so if the time since he had last fed had been long ago. He can also sense the auras of individuals, sometimes being able to tell if they were human or supernatural. Along with that ability, he can hide his own aura, in order to prevent from being tracked or recognized easily.
Along with these many gifts and abilities, he continues to explore the depths of his powers and they continue to grow because of that. But outside of the psychic realm, Elyan is a skilled fighter. Due to his unnatural strength, he can easily take down most foes with a single strike. His fighting-style isn't anything formal. Instead, it was learned by fighting for his life throughout the world. Although, his own fighting-style utilizes more footwork and kicks than any arm-related attack.
He is also a master of many languages and accents, often altering them to best-fit a given situation. His native accent, however, had greatly changed from his time of traveling. You can only hear a faint British accent in his voice, but that is only if you are trying to hear it.
In the end, Elyan is a formidable opponent and one not to be taken lightly in battle. If possible, he tries to avoid unnecessary conflict or bloodshed, but his is capable of holding his own if the time comes when he must fight.
Nationality:British
Appearance:Being born albino, Elyan had very fair skin and white hair. As he grew older, he let his hair grow to shoulder length. After becoming a vampire, his eyes became a blood-red color, with cat-like slits. He is normally seen with a red trench coat, a white button-down shirt, jeans and black leather boots. On his left ring-finger, he wears a silver ring; a sign of his love to Ellie. She, too, wore one of the same design, almost like rings of binding. His ears have two silver earrings each, both positioned on his earlobe.
He has fangs on both the top and bottom rows of this teeth. After many years, he has learned to conceal them, even while smiling; a trick often learned by a vampire after years of practice. His body is a tad thin, a trait carried over from his sickly, human body.
Personality:Elyan's personality is based heavily on the ways of chivalry and honor, a quality taken from being raised in both nobility and his love of the knights of old. From a first glance, it is obvious to see that he is an introverted individual whose mind is constantly thinking and contemplating his every move. He comes off as being cold and harsh, but is a kind person underneath his seeming rough exterior.
Elyan relies heavily on his own intelligence, being his biggest strength among all of his other abilities, be it vampiric or human. He prefers not to kill when he has a choice in the matter, even when feeding. He doesn't partner with outsiders often. Elyan has developed a sort of paranoia towards any outsiders, questioning their intentions.
Autobiography:My story began in Yorkshire; the year was 1406. I was the youngest of nine children belonging to the Maxwell family. My father was a Duke of York, a fact often not mentioned in history books. He craved power, believing that one's life should be spent obtaining as much power as one could. Because of this, he saw me as garbage, being both sickly and albino from birth. By his order, I was to be left inside at all times of the day; probably to keep me from damaging his status as a strong individual within society.
My mother was a weak-minded woman. Even through constant abuse, both physically and mentally, she stayed by my father's side. Often, I questioned if she stayed because of me or because she enjoyed the benefits of being practically royalty. Yet, she stuck by me when my father and my siblings pretended I didn't exist. She would often read stories to me; stories which told of the knights of old who, through chivalry alone, were able to claim our homeland of Britain or stories which told of the wonders of our still unknown world. For that reason, I loved her.
By the age of six, I had already begun learning everything there was to know. Any book I could get my hands on, I read diligently, never skipping a single word. My father, following a suggestion presented to him by my oldest brother, Michael, ordered one of his many servants to begin teaching me. The servant's name was Marek, a longtime scholar and servant to my family. He was in his late thirties when I first met him. He was a gentle man, a man whom I wish had been my father instead of that demon. As Marek taught, I listened with enthusiasm. My thirst for knowledge was unquenchable and the more I learned of the outside world, the more I longed to escape from the home which I was bound to stay locked-up inside.
On a fateful night during my eighth year of life, I decided to sneak out of that prison and finally see the world for myself. However, it was the first time I had ever been outside of our home, so I easily found myself lost and scared. But, I kept moving, afraid that this time outside would be my last. Somehow, I managed to make my way into a nearby wooded area. By that time, I was tired, hungry and even more scared. It wasn't long before I collapsed, scraping my knees in the process. By that point, I sat and cried out as loud as my lungs could manage. The crying went on for hours it seemed, until a faint rustling in the nearby bushes caused me to silence. It was then that I met the woman who would forever change my destiny...
Out of the bushes came a young woman. The first time I saw her is a moment I will never forget. Even in the darkness of the night, she seemed as if she had a heavenly glow to her. Her white dress flowed with the ever-changing direction of the wind. Her hair was shoulder-length, with a dark-brown color. And her eyes were the color of rubies. For the moment, I thought she was like the angels that had been described to me in both biblical scripture and in stories. She knelt down in-front of me, her sad-looking eyes staring into mine. She began to tend to my wounds, kissing them as blood continued to seep from them. She then tore off some of her own dress in order to bandage them. All the while, she asked me questions and conversed with me. She was my very first friend and I was her very first friend.
Following my incident in the woods, she took me back home, seeming to have a vast knowledge of the area. I was saddened by the thought of having to leave her, but she promised to visit me at night as long as I promised to visit her sometime and to not tell anyone about her. With that, I accepted her promise. Our relationship continued on for years. I learned a great deal about her. Her name was Elizabeth, but preferred to be called Ellie. She had traveled around much of the known world and then to some unknown places. Her memories were vast, having described much of the world to me as my mother had from books. Only this time, the stories were much more vivid, almost as if I were seeing the places with my own eyes. As I grew older, I began to fall in love with her. But also, I began to realize that she wasn't a normal person. In-fact, from the day that I first met her to the moment of realization, she had not aged a single day.
My curiosity got the better of me and I begged her to tell me why she hadn't changed and why she wouldn't tell me. She had always grown tense when I asked such daring questions, which often made me drop the subject. But one day, she finally told me. She told in great details about her life as a human. She, too, came from nobility. Her family had used her in an arranged marriage in order to better their position in the British hierarchy. But, the man she was arranged to be married to wasn't a human. Instead, he was of the undead, a vampire. And thus, she, too, was also a vampire; being forcefully turned into such a being and left to fend for herself. I took the news as quite a shock, a reaction which left her wounded and angry.
Before I could explain my reaction, she ran. I was deeply saddened by the way I had handled the situation, feeling that I would never get the chance to rectify the problem which I was responsible for. But, as I drew closer to my family's domain, things were amiss. Once I made my way inside, I found myself standing in a pool of my family members' blood. Before me was my father's corpse, his face and throat having been clawed to the bone. A few of my siblings were nearby. I became panicked, making my way through the home as fast as I could. There, I saw the culprit... Ellie.
She had backed my mother and the other two younger siblings into a corner. She was enraged, a mixture of bloodlust and the feeling of being rejected had altered her judgment. She was out for blood, for my blood. I called her name, but it did nothing to take the focus away from my remaining family. She turned to jab her open hand into my mother's neck, but I leaped into the path of the attack, taking the hit in my abdomen. The pain had been unbearable, but I turned to my mother and smiled. With all of my strength, I spoke these words, "I am sorry to have cursed this family with my existence... and for father to have taken it out on you... But, now I can finally protect those whom I loved so dearly, with this fragile body of mine..."
My mother's reaction left her broken, she couldn't find a way to reply to my seemingly final act of life. And Ellie, with tears of blood running down her soft face, quickly grabbed me and ran as fast as she could to the place where we first met. As she set me on the cold, hard ground, her tears continued to roll down her face and onto mine, mixing with my own. "I am sorry I never had the chance to tell you sooner... I do not care if you are a vampire," I said quietly, "I... I love you." By that time, my eyesight had gone, with the last image I could remember was a look of sorrow on her perfect face.
After that, I remember nothing of what happened. But, I awoke a day later. When I awoke, I was confused, scared to find that I had been buried underground. My throat burned with a thirst never-before felt in my life. My body felt stronger, reinforced by an ungodly gift. I looked over to my left to notice her by my side. Her blood-red eyes staring into my own. Yet, I saw vein patterns upon her neck. My instincts took over, with my first meal coming from her...
It wasn't long before I came to terms with what happened. And, we began to travel the world. We were happy, together as lovers. That happiness lasted for centuries, decades even. But, as fate would have it, my love was stolen from me. That is where I am, now. Searching for the ones who stole her from me and continue to tease me, torture me with her as bait. That is why I have searched the entire world, with revenge and sadness guiding my ways. My current location is the over-populated city of New York, New York, where my fate is left to my own destiny.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:43 pm
Name: Soliloquy age: 421 (was turned on 18th birthday) Type: Psychic vampire Height: 5'8" Weight: 120lbs Weapons: 50cal hand gun, Long bow (specialty) Abilities: Pyschic:hypersensitive to premenitions(past and future), manipulations to the weak-minded, ability to torture one's mind (except to other vampires) Nationality: French Appearance:  Bio: Born on April15th, 1588 in France from mortal peasant parents, Soliloquy was raised humble and considerate with a high spirit and kind dispostition. Her mother never gave birth to a son so her father took her on as a blacksmith apprentace, not only teaching her to make swords but to also wield and use them to defend herself. One day she met a boy named William whom had come in for a job at their shop and there was an immediate attraction between them and soon they were in love and were engaged to be married both her parents were elated at this news and soon Soliloquy and William opened a shop of their own in order to get enough gold to pay for their wedding, all was well. Until one night, just after sundown, an odd but beautiful man with shiny, long black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and old, royal clothing came into the shop, and Soliloquy could see how he looked at her and noticed that he had looked particularly interested in her. He left, for he had not found the sword he wanted but had still look rather satisfied. And he kept comming back night after night after night, just after sundown for several weeks as if he had expected the swords to magically change, but everynight he came and every night he had a smile on his face. Then one night Soliloquy was in the shop alone because William had gone to the bank, when he came in. "My name is Sir Eric Vonluden." he said to her "And for a couple weeks now you have managed to elude my glamor of you." When the man named Eric said this Soliloquy thought 'that's a wierd thing to say. What does he mean by "glamor of you"?' And then Eric said, "And I just had to ask, you are human are u not?" Then it hit her the showing up at night just after sundown, "glamor", he was a vampire! When she figured it out she couldn't move she was just so stricken by fear that it made her freeze. "I'll take your silence as a yes." He said now moving so close to her when he spoke again it made her cringe a little. "How would you like to stay this beautiful forever? I could make that happen for you my sweet, and with your strong mind your abilities would be rather strong. What do you say will you come with me?" Upon hearing the last part Soliloquy unfroze and finally spoke, simply but strongly she said. "No. I would not, I love my life the way it is now." When she said this she saw a flash of anger in his face which was soothed with a slant smile that made it disappear. "I'll come back and when I do you'll change your mind." And he walked out. She didn't tell William about this she felt she should keep it to herself. Then about a week later it was her birthday and upon going to bed she heard a loud scream, followed by wet sounds then by yelling. When she finally got up she went to through the door into the hall and there was the bodies of her parents, but when she went back to wake up William and let him know that someone was in their home she moved to the closet to get her sword and realized he was dead too and standing right in the doorway was him, the vampire lord Eric and before she could scream he came to her and siezed her by her neck with one hand and broke her hand holding the sword, then bit her, she finally screamed and tried her best to get him away but failed then he let go and she fell to the ground unable to move for most of her blood was gone. He stood over her laughing as blood dripped from his mouth and realized she would die when he bends down and whispers in her ear. "Now your mortal self dies, and will be reborn." Upon saying this he slices his wrist open and drips blood into her mouth as she passes out. The following night she awakes cold, and sad realizing what had gone on teh night before. And swore revenge, and over the years she got around making money wherever possible, killing victim upon victim when one night in the turn of the 19th century she met an old and wise vampire who was called Valium and looked no older than 27. Valium took Soliloquy into his coven and it was not too long before he taught her to control her hunger and to only feed on humans and not kill them, to use her psychic powers to glamor and defend. At the end of her training the coven was attacked and the leader of this raid was of course Eric, who killed everyone in sight with the exception of her, she did everything to stop it but couldn't. And to this day she wanders ever trying to find the vampire lord so she can get revenge on him for everything she has lost.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 8:09 am
Name: Keira Gomez
Age: 547 but appears around 17
Type: Death Dealer
Weapons: Long Samuri Swords with red ribbons tied around the black handles. other than her swords she is skilled in the Ancient Fighting Arts of Ninjitsu.
Appearance: She has long black hair that cascades down her back, very deep blue eyes and she is very pale. she is also quite thin at around 45kg and is around 5"4 in height. she is very attractive but deadly
Background story[Be detailed!]: she grew up in Paris, France with her family. her mother and father were quite rich but only because they made Keira and her older sister work at the Moulin Rouge. they were quite successful, but the fame and riches went to their parents' heads and soon, her mother had passed away due to heart attack from all the wine beverages she had been drinking. At this, their father decided to move to an outer town and he got a job to pay the rent. So they soon went from rich and successful to lowly peasants living in a great city. A number of times they considered going to work back at the Moulin Rouge, but their father feared a relapse of his old ways and that if he left-the girls would have no one.
Then one day Keira was out in the streets, trying to gather food to get them through the next couple of days-when out of nowhere, she was screaming for her life while a vampire nearly drained her of blood. he took her back to his mansion and taught her the ropes of being a vampire. After a while Keira went her own way, and went to travel the world and the seven sea's. And she hoped to meet other vampires, like herself. She met a fair few vampire from all over the world, but in the end decided to settle down with a coven. when she was in New York, this coven confronted her and told her they needed more Death Dealers and that she was perfect for the job. She accepted and has been with the coven ever since.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:45 pm
Name biggrin rago Age:100(19) Type:Sanguinarian Weapons:bare hands and teeth Appearance:  Background story: Drago was turned in Germany to along with his family by rogue vampires.His father and mother were murdered by a team of hunters , Drago rage took over and he killed the two hunters ever since then he has been wondering the world trying to escape his immortal fate his body is forever cursed to stay 19, the only way to tell his age were to look into his eyes.His travels have led him to New York city with each new victim he grow stronger and stronger.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 12:11 pm
Name: Raven Wolfgang Age: She was turned at age 23 but is nearing her 408th birthday. Type: Psychic Weapons: Trained in the Katana. She is able to read minds. She is developing the power of moving thoughts, changing thoughts, and some telekineses. Appearance:  Background Story: She was born in London in the year 1600. She grew up in a household where she wasnt wanted. Her parents always fought and they took it out on her. They were poor. By the time she was 18 her father had her out on the street, selling herself to make endsmeet. She hated the life she lead and thought about killing herself. One night she was visited by a very pale and strange man. He wanted her body for a different reason than she was accustomed. He was psychic and read her mind. He offered her a way out of the life she hated so much. She accepted.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 12:32 pm
 N a m e : Cain Stryker
A g e : One Hundred and Seven
T y p e : Deathdealer Vampire
W e a p o n s : • Two 9mm Luger 9.08 Pistol:
Two eight round Box magazines and one 32 round Drum. Box mags filled with Silver Nitrate rounds. Drum filled with pure silver rounds. 50 Extra silver nitrate bullets and 175 pure silver bullets held on person.
• 40in Pure silver Rapier sharpened along both edges and point.
A p p e a r a n c e : Cain has long silver hair that reaches down to about the middle of his back. He has bark brown eyes that turn to a crimson red when he takes in the blood of a mortal. He has a tight choker around his neck that is held together with a cross. He has a black button-up undershirt and a overcoat with a large collar that is normally flipped up. He wears circular bifocal glasses that make it so he can see much better. Silver-Platted shoulder pads are imbued with a red cross. Tight black pants are held up by a belt with a black cross as a buckle. Black socks and boots make up the rest of him.
B i o g r a p h y :
Cain was created in Germany in 1902 and lived there for twenty-eight years before he tired of it and started to move around and become nomadic. Encountering many others of his kinds, he started to learn the different ways that others interacted. He found out that all of his kind had a common enemy and after a few years of study found out about the Lycanthrope. Taking this to his heart, he went out in search of all the information he could find on these demons. Moving mostly around Russia, Europe, and Asia, he found many places that has these half human and half dog beasts. He found dead ones and studied how they were killed and what they're weakness was. He found out the anatomy of them and how a well placed shot to the head with a special kind of round could kill them, even though normal bullets had virtually no effect. He learned how they moved and traveled, how they hunted, and why they hated us so much. After a long term of time, he moved to Great Britain where he met a nice coven of vampires and stayed with them a bit before shipping over to America to start to look for a new place to stay. Reaching his hundred and seventh year of life, he staggered into the city of New York thirsty and tired.
He quickly filled himself and did well to hide the evidence. He has seen what elders could do if they were unhappy. Moving quietly into a new one room apartment, he lounged for a few days thinking of ways to try and find the Lycan problem here. One day though, Cain awoke and found a letter next to his bed. After reading the contents he gave a smile and then laughed.
"Perfect"
He had now found not only the greatest coven in the world, he had found a way to hunt for the Lycans. Today was going to be a great day, he could tell.
[color=mediumgrey][align=left][size=11][b][i]Life[/i][/b] has ceased to run [b][i]through[/b][/i] these veins for a century and [b][i]you[/i][/b] say I am unable to stay [b][i]alive[/i][/b]?[/size][/color][/align]
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[size=11][color=mediumgray][align=right]You [b][i]have[/i][/b] no idea on what kind of [b][i]hell[/i][/b] I have been through and what [b][i]kind[/i][/b] of power i have, so [b][i]leave[/i][/b] me alone![/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 6:17 am
Name: Justin vonPilgrim Type razz sychic Age:54 Personality: Justin is the type of person which is very persistent he hates getting his hands dirty.He believes that the world and the fight between the species is being controlled by a superior being which uses all the species as pawns to assure their survival, to whom he refers as "The Devil".His goal is to destroy The Devil and take his place in modern day society. Justin always believed that emotional choices are bound to be wrong ones and he chooses a more logical way of resolving his problems.One of his goals is to achieve as much information as he can to help him in his goal. Weapons: Justin caries around with him multiple silver daggers and a glock armed with silver bullets Appereance:  Biography: He lived in the time of the second world war.He was send by the german autorithies to a concentration camp in Poland.There after an air attack the camp was left destroyed and young Justin managed to flee for his life. After miles of walking he collapsed to the ground and woke up in an old palace, there was an hospital for wounded soldiers.After being told that he would not make it.A nurse came to him and gave him his "embrace". After fighting alongside the Romanian troops in the Carpatii he was declared dead and never seen again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:24 pm
Name:Klaus Haydn vanHerr Type:Sanguinarian Age:116 Personality: Klaus, age 116, is an imaginative, and sometimes dark, artist who knows himself very well. Whether Klaus likes himself is another story. Originally from Romania, Klaus now lives in New York to find a cure to vampirism and holds a job as a Gate Keeper at Cemetery. Klaus is single and has no children. He is tall with pale skin and white hair. As a child, Klaus never identified with or found much in common with either parent. As a result, Klaus had to look internally for an identity. There's a whole world in there that few people see. This leaves a perfect opportunity for a love interest to find something intriguing and to bring that something out into the world. Klaus's flaw is that he believes that to continue this flow of self-discovery he has to increase who he is, including any dark side, offering an opportunity for mistakes and learning. Weapons: Klaus seems to carry six seven silver knives, a personalized gun.. Appereance:  History:Originally from Romania he fought in the first world war where he has been declared dead.He has changed his name and several of his appereances and works as a gate keeper at a cemetary.He reads a lot and almost never goes to work.His obsesion to study is made for the serach to find a cure to vampires so that he could be saved from the damnation of being send to hell.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:26 am
Name: Sam Dawson Age: was turned at the age of 15 but is currently 500 years old Type: Psychic Weapons: some telekineses, changes thoughts of those around her, can read others thoughts. My personality: Sam is quite friendly, she's bright, and can be dark while seeking solitude, from the outside realms. She blames herself for her younger sisters death when she was a child...and now lives in New York. My Appearance:  Background story: From Renissance Italy Samantha Dawson always dwells on the past...never letting go, as she always remembers her past...and all of the people that left her forever. Blaming herself for her sisters death when she was a child, she loaths herself...but not of hatred, but of grief, and anguish/sorrow. For anything she could have done...and hates'....what she has become.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 5:05 pm
Name:Amber Age confused ????(looks around 15) Type: Physic Weapons:  Appearance:  Background story:Amber dosent know much about herself only that she was left to survive for herself at the age of 7 and had to go from place to place for shellter,When one day she came across a vampire named Zantherious,He welcomed her and treated her like his own until one night he wanted her to stay with him orever to be his daughter.She fought until she couldnt anymore but he was to much,She was turned into a vampire that night and mangaed to get away from him before he could keep her for good.So she ran away to New york and is now living amongst the the humans.Since then she cannot trust anyone but herself because of how her familey was killed that tragic accident and because of him.She also loves to fight and spy on people,even thou when she is caught she is very shy.
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