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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 7:52 am
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 1:36 pm
Name: Kyler Croft
Age: 256 years of age, but appears to be yet a teenager.
Type: Psychic & Sanguinarian vampire ((If allowed))
Weapons: My mind and fangs are my most called upon choice of weapons. I use a 6 inch dagger with a snake running down the right side, given to me by an elder of my tribe right before her passing by a vampire and demon hunter. I also use a hollow point revolver, bullets filled with a silver nitrate liquid that eats away the skin of a lycan to get to the blood stream to stop the heart in only a few moments.
Appearence: I have black hair with blood red tips and streaks. I have intense blue eyes. Crimson red lips. I am always smiling, giving hint to my race, showing my fangs. I wear an amulent that gives immunity to sunlight, also given to me from my tribe. When in sunlight, the amulent shines as bright as the sun. I wear a black trench coat with no undershirt. I wear dark blue baggy pants with ripped knee holes. I wear a belt with three skulls with blood rubys in the eye sockets. I wear black boots with diamonds on the soles ((stolen from a lycan named Jason that i viciously killed on a hunting trip)). I wear a strap on my right hand and a gun holster on my left leg, the strap for my dagger that is kept under my sleeve and holster for my revolver.
Bio: Born on the dirty streets of England, I spent my whole life looking for my parents only to find that i had none. They had died by the lycans. I always sought to avenge them, any way thought of. One day in the late 1700s, I had my chance. While i went to bed in a pile of rubish, as usual, I felt a slight chill run down my spine. I always feel cold when going to sleep, but this was different. Then i seen it, a dark figure looking into my eyes. Its eyes nothing but a pool of ink. I felt as though i were flying. then i seen them, the two fangs. I felt nothing as they sank into my flesh. But only a taste was to be taken from my body by this figure. Then he, as i could now tell what it was, bit into his wrist. The blood poured out as thought droping a glass of red ripe wine. he offered me his hand and i could not resist. I tasted the pure pleasure, and it was wonderful. So there I was. I was in my teenage years, hoping for a normal life and yet I then was a vampire. Cloyster, that was my sires name, took me under his wing and into his tribe. An underground organization is what it was. These were then my people. These were what i am. Vampires.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 8:48 pm
 (The closest picture I could get to Israfel, except minus the piercings and with golden eyes rather than silver) (Image is property of Sandra Hirschmann, also known as CarpeNoctem, whose website can be found here. I claim absolutely no ownership, only deep awe. All rights go to Sandra.) Name: Israfel Venom Corvinus Age: 19 Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Twin handguns: 1) a gun of black metal with "Dask" carved messily in one side and an inverted pentagram in the other, whose bullets inject silver nitrate, 2) a gun of white metal with "Alvaden" stamped neatly in one side and a cross in the other, whose Catholic blessed bullets explode into shrapnel upon piercing a target. He prefers, though, to kill with his claws and teeth; the guns are a precaution. Appearence: He appears to be sixteen and of Italian descent, standing at five feet and six inches and weighing 120 lb.s. He's thin, almost emaciated, and has long limbs and fingers. His face is heart-shaped, his lips grey, his eye-lids coffee-and-cream colored, so that he looks, overall, sickly and weak. He has 3 piercing in each eyebrow, 1 in his nose, 5 in his lip, 3 in his tongue, 12 in each ear, 1 between each knuckle on each hand (totaling 8 ), 8 in the skin over his collarbone, 1 in each n****e, 1 in his navel, and 3 very private ones... He has musical notes tattooed in random places all over his body, a treble cleff and demon wings on his back, and sleeve tattoos of musical staffs containing notes from sections of his favorite songs. He's usually dressed in baggy black pants covered in countless pockets, (he likes to put things in pockets, including paper clips, candy, rubber bands, and severed fingers) with between 5 and 10 chains on each hip, secured low on his waist by a white belt, revealing black boxers (occasionall he wears a miniskirt over his pants), and a long-sleeved shirt (red, blue, black, or fish-net), under a black T-shirt, and even that sometimes under a black or gray dress shirt with the top half of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He shoes are heavy steel-toed combat boots. He has long, pointed, milky-white semi-opaque nails that are very strong. His wavy black hair is streaked with indigo, his eyes are silver, and his irises actually reflect images perfectly, as though they're tiny mirrors. Bio: Israfel was born in Cleveland, Ohio, but moved to New York at three years because his father, Giovanni, stood to gain with business there. He was born a twin, and prematurely, so that neither of the two brothers cried when they were born and all feared they'd die. His brother did die, but Israfel soon began to cry, which was a good sign. His mother Lidia, a fan of E.A. Poe, named him after the angel of music the morbid writer had once made a poem about, as her son's cries were music to her ears. His middle name, Venom, came from how she'd felt toward the gods and angels when she'd believed both her children would die. Evidently Lidia wasn't that loving a mother, as when Israfel was six she left him and Giovanni for a young man. Israfel recieved no letters, postcards, or birthday cards from her, and hasn't to this date, and only heard from her again when she filed for divorce--at which time she didn't push very hard for any custody of him. His father became an abusive alcoholic, and Israfel took up alcohol, smoking, drugs, and cutting (and anonymous sex when he got older) to ease the emotional pain. He lost many friends who didn't approve of his new habits, and intentionally severed ties with others, feeling his life would be easier if he didn't have to live with the fear of loved ones leaving him and breaking his heart. He forced himself not to love anyone. He was turned at age 16, and has since developed a habit of playing with his food, torturing his victims sadisticly before killing them as messily as possible. He's sadistic, cruel, and extremely selfish; his inward thoughts (he rarely expresses thoughts aloud) are childish, immature, even infantile. He's introverted, melancholy, and generally has a very grim and pessimistic outlook. He's unruly and doesn't take orders very well from anyone he knows he could at the very least give Hell in a fight, but is quick to obey those much stronger than himself for the purpose of self-preservation.He's artistic and sensitive, and despite his desire to be alone, he's emotionally dependent on others and only makes himself more and more sick and twisted and depressed by distancing himself from others as he does.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 3:31 pm
Name: Jakob Cuyler
Age: 206
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Cuyler specializes in explosives and close combat. Particularly fond of the explosives part. Always carries home-made grenades and smokebombs. His primary weapons are retractable claws that sprout from in between four fingers. For backup, Culey has equipped two black Uzi's, both with a silencer attaced. One has a jagged cross ridged on the back of it, the other the symbol for Infinity in red.
Appearence: Cuyler is an abnormally tall vampire. His legs are disproportioned to his body; much longer than normal, and he, naturally is a rather pale shade of gray. He has longish black hair that often covers his left eye, and reaches down to the back of his neck. His eyes are a lifeless and pale green, and his mouth is a bit crooked. Cuyler Often wears black, and always wears a longsleeved shirt or a coat.
Bio: To put it bluntly Jakob Cuyler is insane. He contracted Hemophillia at age fifteen, and his body remained the same from then on. His parents commited suicide when they found out he had become a vampire. Anyone he became close to killed themselves because of what he was, so Cuyler turned his back on the human race, giving up his sanity. He developed a bloodlust soon after that. Craving to feed on the people who cast him out. Jakob Cuyler is rather quiet in general, but completely mad in battle, or other certain occasions.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 9:37 am
Name: Regulas Dark (When Undercover its Bulzeeb)
Age: Over hundreds of countless years (apx. 300)
Type: Psychic
Weapons: A three barrelled gun capable of killing the strongest of creatures. He uses the Psychic powers given to him by his higher ups. He also controlles all ice
Appearence: Not a day over 19, long jet black leather trench coat, jet black gloves, baggy long jet black pants, thick black boots, occasionally wearing sunglasses. A constand steam when he opens his mouth as if the air around him is extremely cold. Very pale skin. Semi-long hair (to his ears).
Bio: No one knows if he was once human but after the age of 19 his looks stood still in time. His body stands at a constand 33 degrees. After many hundreds of years this vampire has learned to live without blood and run off of the ice that inprisoned him long ago. This creature has been to hell and back. Once a demonic horable death bringer he learned how to claim the fires that scorched his skin. Changed back to human to reclaim his life he was biten but a lustful vampire. He lives his never ending days taking out assassin like missions for the higher ups. He's neither dead or alive even in vampire standards.
Words From Him: I do not abuse my power, It was given to me and I will not be corrupted with it.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 3:29 pm
 Name: Emily Solo Age: 19 years Type: Psychic Weapons: One dagger with 13 inch long blade that is slightly curved at the point. Appearence: As shown. Bio: Emily's mother died at her birth. At 17 years old, she ran away from home hoping to escape her drunk of a father. She lived on the streets of New York City, enjoying the lifestyle of a nocturnal being. At the age of 19, she was roaming an allyway when she noticed that she was being followed by a figure in dark clothing, with extremely pale skin, and icy blue eyes. He followed her and after a long chase, caught and bit her. She is currently getting used to the life of a psychic vampire.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 5:52 pm
Name: Raven Age: 25 Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Fangs, feet, and Hands Appearence: Bio: She remembers her past life, and continues it. She kills those who are happy, and those who hurt her. She has one true love, and would never trade him for all the world. She is powerful for a female Vampire, and travels alot. She can be found in tree's and near area's of water. She's a cold person, but will warm up to you as you get to know her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 12:44 am
Name: Alucard Age: 400 Type: Pyschic Weapons: sword Appearence: white hair with a pale face. weres black "fancy"clothes grey eyes  Bio:The son of dracula alucard had a mortal mother. After being convinced spreding his fathers evil was wrong he killed him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 2:18 pm
Name: Vatic Harker Age: Appears to be in his mid-twenties, but is really much older. Vatic stopped counting because the numbers began to depress him, (you think people have a problem turning 50, imagine turning 257). Type: Psychic Deathdealer ((if allowed)) Weapons:Although Vatic is indeed a psychic, he was trained with the Deathdealers and therefore has extensive knowledge of weaponry. His favorite weapon is the 9mm Heckler & Koch VP-TOM Automatic: He keeps two of these on him at all times, one loaded with silver nirate and the other with average bullets; as well as many extra magazines for each type of bullet. For sentimental value, given to him by his younger brother, he keeps a six inch silver blade around his ankle in a protective holster. Vatic is also a fairly powerful psychic, and therefore can read and manipulate minds as he wishes. Basically, if you choose to mess with him, he will know what you plan to do before you do it, and you may very well wind up hurting yourself instead of him (literally). Appearence: Bio:Born into the life of a night-dweller, Vatic has no distinct marks that display his vampiric routes. This was an advantage during the witch-burning times, as he wasn't as easy to identfy when the humans decided it was time to start eliminating vampires as well. At a very young age, it was clear that Vatic was a brilliant young boy. With his ability to read and control minds, he was sought after by the Death-dealers, an elite group of vampires determined to eliminate the Lycan scum. Vatic's parents enthusiastically accepted the offer for him, and he was rushed into training. Now, many years later, Vatic is a fully trained Deathdealer who specializes in the capture and interrogation of Lycans. He prefers to bring in prisoners alive rather than bullet-ridden and lifeless; after all where is the fun in conversing with a corpse? Vatic, in his spare time, performs in an underground rock band known as Heretic. They play Alternative Punk Rock, as opposed to the assumed Gothic Metal that most vampires conform to.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 3:33 pm
Name: Britton Alexander V (The fifth.)
Age: He looks as if he is in his mid twenties, around 25, but in actuality he is 225.
Type razz sychic & Sanguinarian
Weapons: He holds only two mortal weapons with him, one Black 9mm handgun, delicately placed on his left side, with the initial 'B' laser engraved onto it, on his right side lay one White 9mm handgun, with the initial 'A' engraved into the side. Pounded into each of the rubber handle is a small sheet of golden leaf. The bullets in the white gun are silver bullets, which cannot kill a lycan but seriously harm them, in the black gun are bullets with a filament of holy water, and an exploding tip, deadly to fellow vampires or anyone who gets in his way.
Britton is trained in many hand to hand combats, none in particular but still, his hands are considered lethal weapons even if he doesn't have the proper training.
Appearance: He stands tall at about 6'7 and 200 pounds of solid muscle, his hair, black as the night sky, with a few blue streaks, his eyes are a solid grey, once a shimmering calm blue, but over the years they have grown dull and lusterless. Britton wears a black baggy shirt, just making over his waist line, he also wears black jeans with a white trim and stitching, for shoes he wears casual running shoes, also black. For a coat he wears a long black trench coat. On his belt lay his two guns in holsters, and a box some clips tracing along the belt, for easy access if he should need to load all 84 modified bullets, 42 in each gun. On his face are a series of scars, most fading, on his right eyebrow is a black spike stud earring, and along his left ear is a series of earrings from the cartilage to the lobe.
Bio: Britton was once a mortal, descending from a long line of Slayers, his real name was Alexander, which taken the place of his last name after he was turned at the ripe age of 25, in battle when he was along side of his father and two brothers they we're slayed by a vampire, leaving Britton but terribly wounded, with no where to turn but death, he calls upon a vampire. Britton had fallen to his knees and begged for hours on end until the strange woman gave in and made him an immortal being, forever trapped in a passage of time.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 7:43 pm
Name: Persephone
Age: 20
Type: Psychic
Weapons: None, she scratches at people like an animal. She is prone to bouts of laughter that can get so loud, a mortal's ears would bleed. If she is driven far enough, she can connect minds with someone long enough to push her diseased thoughts upon them.
Appearence: Persephone is about 5'7" and extremely skinny. When this is combined with her pale skin, she tends to look like a spider that has lost it's color. Her shoulder length hair is brown and matted. It is constantly in front of her large, yellow eyes. Her mouth is rather too large for her face. When she smiles it can almost look like her face it going to simply rip open.
She is wearing a yellow top that is decorated by a lime green unicorn. At least, that what it looks like it might have been at one time. Now it is just a dingy tattered mess, hanging loosely on her emaciated frame. Her plaid mini-skirt is in a similar state of disrepair. She wears fishnet stockings, but they have large holes in them and tend to bunch at her knees as they are too large for her spindly legs. Her large black boots are being held together by positive thinking.
Bio: Persephone had not always been called as such. She once had a more typical name. Like Melissa, or Becky. She doesn't remember it now. It doesn't matter anymore, she is living a different life now.
The night that changed Persephone's life was not a gentle one. She had been clubbing with her friends when some fight broke out. A petty squabble. Persephone left the club and walked angrily, when suddenly she found she was alone in an alley she didn't recognize. Then, He came to her. He offered her a ride to her home. Strangely, Persephone accepted. She knows know that He had hypnotized her.
He took her back to His place. Then He was on her, sucking out her life as she fought against Him weakly. When Persephone was on the brink of death, He turned her. When she awoke, He told her what her new name was. That she was His goddess, His goddess of spring, His goddess of death.
Persephone had laughed. Louder and louder and louder until even He was forced to cover his ears. Then she jumped Him, still laughing. With her newly aquired strength she ripped him apart. Then, she ate His heart.
She has been wandering ever since. She hates her monstrous nature, but it always returns to her in the form of His whisper in her mind.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:53 pm
Name: Sri Saint Claire Age: around 400 years(looks 15) Type: Sanguinarian&Psychic((if allowed of course,if not ill Sri is just psychic)) Weapons:5 pure silver bladed daggers(one of which is about 3 inches long in a sheath that hides in her hair when she puts it up.any other time,its hidden away in her boots),1 ft long blade down her back in a spine sheath,2 pure silver throwing knives(attached to forearms),forest green bow and arrows,1 pistol(from her pirate years),1 sword tied at her waist(for an easier draw,from her pirate years) Appearence:  (**note:forget the wings^.^she doesnt have wings...)(*note:can also be seen in a white puffy shirt that falls off the shoulders with a black corset,loose fitting black pants that flare out at the knee,black boots that go up to her thighs that are rolled down to just below her knees.,has a small sachel of gold and gems,one dablune she always plays with helps her focus her mind and keeps her calm...*she does the same the same thing that Jack does at the end on 'Pirates of the Caribbean*) Bio:doesnt consider herself one of the elders,very mysyerious(doesnt like telling about her past but will if she has to),hopeless romantic,loves a good fight,quiet,patient,strong will power,willing to learn anything,likes to keep to herself(stories of her past and such),loves the night,and the rain,likes to sing when shes alone(or thinks she is),loves to read,writes stories of her past(rather than tell them),likes to draw,loves the ocean(despite her history with it) Born in the pirate era(1600s),she was abandoned by her family and found by and raised on a pirate ship.While on the ship,the crew was from many parts of the earth with many different fighting styles, and as she grew, they taught her each and every one of them.She quickly learned all of them with amazing patience,and will power.One day,when the ship was attacked,she was the only one left alive and she was the only one taken hostage.They were a band of vampire pirates and she was turned the same night of the attack.She finally managed to kill them all herself and soon became an outcast among the pirates.(thats pretty hard to do.lol)
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 1:28 pm
Name: Angel
Age: being just a young-one of the age of 18
Type: Psychic and Sanguinarian
Weapons: Two sai's strapped to her belt under her jacket
Appearance: layered red, brown, and white hair down past her ears. Ear piercings in both, 7 in each, belly-button ring, wears loads of rings. Full lips, big bright green eyes, average build, Height:5'6
Bio: Torn apart by her immortality she sought solitude, but found a greater purpose. She searched the world for others of her "special" way of life. She came to New York and found exactly what she was looking for and more. With terrifying paranoia, she trusts no-one as she was left with no-one when her parents were murdered in cold blood by fellow vampires. The murder took place during her infancy, so even as her parents lives were torn from her so early, she reminds herself constantly to be sure of the people around her and their thoughts, also their intentions.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:59 am
Name: Scarlet, but most just call her Scar
Age: Looks to be 17 but is really 654
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Duel hang guns on holsters by her waist. Both a pale grey in color and holds 15 rounds of silver nitrate. An unknown amount of silver daggers litter her body. Many straped to her legs and inside her boots as well. Two longer knifes are held in her belt loops with secured straps. Each dagger is noticibly hers by the markings of a phoniex design on the handles and an ingraved flame up the blade. Each end of her weapons are curved at the tip for a more deadly blow to her enimies.
Appearence: Scarlet is small for her age, reaching to only 5"2 with out her black pointed high healed boots which allows her to reach 5"5 1/2.
Dark red hair is spiked up around her head giving her a tomboyish look, and the tips of her hair are noticibly black. Her ears are both peirced twice, but her right ear has three more around her cartilage. Skin is pale, almost white because of her race as a Vampire, and heritage before she was turned.
Her only visible eye is dark green, with an almost warm feeling. Allowing her prey a false since of comfort before she feeds, but holds true to anyone she is not feeding on. Her other eye is hidden under a black eye patch, under the patch a scar running down her cheek from a wound that never healed.
As well as her black boots, black leather pants hug just at her hip bone. The pants have loops and rings, straps and crisscrossing strings to help hold and hide her weapons. Her shirt consists of a black fancy corset, also holding more daggers, and a red and pale, almost parchment colored shirt slipping just to her shoulders. On he rhands are black gloves, on the top each have a strange symbol and behind it a code of arms, most likley from her time before she was turned.
A small ying yang symbol is tattoed on her left shoulder, in side the symbol sets a blue dragon fighting a white dragon with blue and white flames behind it. Another tattoe rests on her hip, right side, that consist of a red phoniex, wings spread wide and flames behind it. Lastly another is on her lower back, center, in black Gothic design letters. Written there is her name with thorns.
Bio: Scarlet was born in 1352 in Ireland. Living up farming was in her blood but she was the black sheep of the family. Wanting to go off and learn more about the world around her instead of farming with her family. She was always punished for talkign nonsense and slacking off in her work to go read in a tree or on a hill side, but she grew up tough despite her small appearnce.
When the plague reached her village her family ran from Ireland and headed for England, but they were too late. Her mother and siblings died of the disiease leaving only her father left with her. As they continued their journey they only had enough money for one of them to cross over. Her father knowing of her adventures forced her to go. The night before she was to set sail, she and her father were spending their last night together singing and dancing, and just enjoying their last night before she parted, but as they left to go back to where they were staying an odd form appeared before them. Half man and half wolf loomed over them, a lycan.
Her father tried protecting her, but was quickly killed in front of her. As she watched she screamed and latched on to the lycans back and fought against him as best she could. After loosing horribly she was thrown against a tree and pinned. She knew what he was plannign befor ehe killed her, but showed no fear in his face instead glared hard with fire in her eyes. Her captor laughed as he watched her struggle as he ran his hand down her side but was quickly thrown off by another being. A Vampire. Wide eyed she watched them battle and grinned wide as she saw the lycan die in front of her, almost as if she was use to seeing death.
The vampire looked over Scarlet after he killed her captor and seeing her dead father on the side of the street took pity. Asking to follow him, she accepted, she had no other choice really, and he asked if she would like to join him. She said yes and was turned on her birthday just as she reached 17.
Joining him, she traveld all over Europe. Gaining knowledge of her new life and the lives of humans like she had wanted to in her past, as well as many new accents. Smart as a tac, she would go into palaces and write descriptive notes to kings and rulers to help them with their studies or country, or to just fool with their minds. Her master always would find out later and roll his eyes as she became more use for him as his spy into human life. She blocked the image of her fathers death and killer until she and her master fled to the New World as it was being founded.
After reaching the New World, she lived in Penn for awhile, but she never stayed in one place too long. Her master knew it was time when she fought her own lycan, reciving her scar on her eye and lived. He went back to England when she decided this was her new home. She's traveld all over the US, living through the Witch huntings and contributing to all the wars, by either fighting or crossing over to the side she wasn't rooting for and would feast. After the end of WW2, she moved to New York and wanted a few years of relaxation from her trips, but...relaxation never lasts long.
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