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 Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:43 pm
Name: Alice Almonti Age: 109 (But looks 18 ) Type: Death Dealer Weapons: Two silver plated pistols with silver tipped bullets. She also carries an assortment of knives hidden on her. She is also trained in many forms of martial arts, including judo and karate. Appearance:  Background story: Alice was born in a small village in Italy in the first year of the 20th century. (1900) She was born into a poor family who could never afford anything besides food and whatever else was needed to survive. Often, she dreamed of the world outside the small village she was growing up in and would often wander off to explore. Her parents were against this and forbade her to leave the village during the day. However, at night, Alice would always sneak out and wander the countryside until dawn. By doing this, she knew the area around the village better than anyone and could navigate like no other. However, one night, her parents caught her and punished her by never letting her leave the village. Her parents always stayed awake into the later hours of the night, but it didn't matter to Alice. She still snuck off anyway, becoming more and more frustrated with her parents. Finally, Alice turned 18 and confronted her parents about leaving. They refused downright, for they wanted her to marry the village mayor's son-who was almost 30. Alice openly objected but was forced to agree. One night not long after her 18th birthday, Alice had had enough. She packed the belongings she had and ran away, into the countryside. Little did she know that she was being followed by someone who had stalked her for many years. She came to her favorite clearing and she finally noticed she was being followed. The man was tall and pale with long, blonde hair. When she saw him, she couldn't move nor speak, as if under a powerful spell. It happened before she knew it; she had been bitten and she passed out. When she awoke, she had felt different. She didn't feel human. She awoke in a bedroom with the curtains closed and a note to her side. It said: You are no longer human. You are a child of the night, feeding only on human blood. The sun and fire are your enemies. Welcome to your new life. For a few years, Alice wandered Europe, enjoying her new abilities and heigtened senses. She preferred not to kill humans, only feasting on animals. She then wandered eastward to Japan, where she stayed until World War II started. While there, she learned the art of comabt and learned different forms of martial arts. When World War II began, she left and wandered around Asia and then headed to the United States in 2009. She went to New York where she had heard of a huge coven of others just like her who hunted creatures called Lycanthropes. She was delighted at the thought of hunting and wanted to lend her combat skills to those who would benefit from them. Other information: Alice has spent most of her time wandering from place to place, so she didn't have much interaction with others like her. She tends to be quiet and reserved, not preferring to speak unless spoken to. Her thirst for blood is controlled; she abandoned animals for blood packs, still refusing to hunt on humans.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 12:23 pm
Name:melody Jane Age:112 Type biggrin eath dealer Weapons:her sharp bade like nails and a silver gun with a ancient unique design imprinted on it Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]:melody was born in a town at the center of Spain. melody was born into a rich family but has a very modest personality. On the night of her 18 Birth day she was to be married.She was against this marriage and ran away. A month passed and she met someone who lured her for her blood she was bitten but left alive .To this day she still doesn't know why she was left alive but that caused the greatest turning point in her life . Other Facts : loves anything of the color red or close to red and loves flowers
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 12:46 pm
Name: Metavarius Gender: Male Nationality: British Age: 250 yrs (human age when turned estimated at 25) Type: Voidmaster Weapons: Only the shadows. Appearance: Becoming one with the shadows has become a literal endeavor for me. I would render all my skin completely black if that didn't draw so much attention. I enjoy the empty blackness. I do keep my dark hair long and I tend to cover as much of my white skin as I can. I'm from an era past and men from that time were much shorter than they seem to be these days, my 5'5 stature is dwarved by the average man on the street, not that I stand next to many and not for long if it were to be so. My clothing is predictably black as well and I care very little about it or its general upkeep. I invariably take anything black that my victims are wearing, leading to several layers on top of another. This ensures that if one layer were to wear out and fall from my body ther is another layer below, allowing me to let the garment pass without thought. I really don't want to have to worry about this neccessary wrapping if at all possible. Keeping as much of this glistening white skin covered as possible at all times is crucial, not for anything I do, but it pleases me immensely. In this era I've been introduced to black eye make-up and nail polish as well and it brings me another step closer to the full darkness that I so wish for. Background story[Be detailed!]: I remember so little of my mortal life, the shadows have a way of stripping unimportant details from your mind, consumes more with time. Some Voidmasters don't have this trouble, but I suppose it depends on how strongly you desire to hold on to a memory. Apparently I care little for my life before becoming a vampire, else I would still remember it. There are tiny fragments in which I'm playing in a sun-bathed meadow, Which, though vividly recalled more often than I'd like to admit, are shunned for their stark contrast to my un-life. The memories tend to play during my sleep phase, almost as a mortal would dream, but more vividly as if reliving the memory rather than just seeing it play out in your mind. There have been times I wake from my rest desparate for the night's darkness once more. I do remember the night I was turned, though the memory seems disjointed. I only remember bits of the evening prior to the event. I believe I was doing some sort of illegal dealings in the back alleys of London at the time, though what I was offering and to whom are details that have been eaten by the black. Nonetheless I was deep in the bowels of London's seediest areas and having made my profits for the night I was on my way to my favorite pub. I never made it there obviously, I was dragged through the maze of alleys until I no longer knew where I was. At that time the darkness was suffocating and I could see nothing of my attacker, but I could feel his inhuman grip. He took me into a filthy room and I immediately felt the sting in my neck. After that I only remember the pain, various sorts of pain coursing through me one after another in an unrelenting train of torment. My neck burned, my veins collapsed, my heart stopped, then the vampire blood hit my lips and new pains hit. The pain of thirst, the pain of my veins reopening to this foreign substance, and lastly the pain of my mortal death. When the pain finally stopped I only remember thinking that the darkness had changed, it was no longer suffocating, it was enveloping. It was holding me, nurturing me, welcoming me into new life like a formless mother. The gifts of the Void seemed a natural course as my un-life unfolded before me. From then on un-life has been... satisfying.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 3:26 pm
Name: Hurdy Age: 240 Type: Sanguinarian Weapons:- Precision Sniper Rifle "Wrath from Afar" ~50 Armor Piercing Silver rounds ~50 Holy water rounds ~50 standard lead bullets -Advanced Combat Blade (Mk IV) "Omega" ~Silver coating on blade ~Explosive charge in hilt -2 Combat Pistols (Mk I) "Solar" ~50 silver nitrate rounds ~50 Holy water rounds ~UV laser Appearance: 
Background story:Hurdy was humanly born in 1769, and was 16 when the revolutionary war started. He was a pilgrim in the new wolrd of america, and fought for it's freedom against the british. Little be known to most americans, in the mix with british troops, were also british vampires. It was a heavy assault by the british, and Hurdy was in the front line. He was nearby when a cannon ball exploded, sending rocks and sharpnel his way. He was hit with a rock and knocked out, too far out to be recovered by the dead bringers of the american side. So he lay in the bloddied field all day and night came. The british sent out troops to scour the field and take out and survivors. Hurdy came to as one of the troops stopped at him. Little did he know the troop was actually a vampire. He pinned Hurdy and fed on him, and left. The next day, his body was taken to his home and he was buried. He emerged from the ground and realized he was a vampire. He left and begun to head west, far earlier than any western expansion. He tamed the wild west, feeding on native americans and other people he could find, laying low. Now in the present day, he has been well travelled, all around the world. He now returns to america, his first stop being New York. He has an intense hate of anything not vampire like himself, and will hunt them. He has killed many of all races in his travels and brings his skill and blood lust to New York.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 1:26 pm
Name:Jagger Age:1469(19) Type:Sanguinarian. Weapons:dagger. Apperance:  Background:Jagger has always been alone.She's never needed anyone or anything except blood.She spends most of her time sitting in the tree tops gazing at the moonlight and the twinkling stars above her.She's quiet,calm,and dark.When Jagger was human,she would have been considered beautiful in her town,but the villagers were too disgusted with her being a half demon that they would never admit to her beauty.She was turned when three women came to her town in France..Jagger was teased for being a human and a demon so when the three women excepted her she thought of them as her friends.They had said she would be granted a time she shall never forget.Then,she was turned into a vampire.Unlike most she had embraced the transformation,she was no longer a half breed.She was a vampire.She keeps to herself most of the time.She hides in the shadows for she knows her place.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 4:29 pm
Name : Core Rathobee
Age : Turned at the age of 17 , but is roughly 300 years old .
Type : Death Dealer
Weapons : Retractable nails with liquid silver nail polish . Double sided silver sword , each sword roughly 2 feet long . Recently acquired : Six silver kunais.
Appearance : Pale as all vampires are , petite before changed . Blood red irises and extra large pupils . Golden brown hair that falls just below her hips , and bangs which frequently cover her eyes . Usually wears long white dress - commonly can be found stained with blood , but will change her outfit with her mood . Pixie like face with oval shaped eyes , long lashes , red lips , high cheek bones , and , of course , fangs . Has a white beaded anklet with a small metal white cross , which she wears on her right ankle at all times . Occasionally will wear a silver tiara in acknowledgment of her past .
Background story : Born in England in the early 1700s . Her father was a shoe maker and her mother a stay at home mom . At the age of 15 , her parents where killed by the castle guards for unknown reasons , but she had miraculously escaped . For almost 2 years , Core traveled alone , stealing what ever she needed . She then traveled upon a town uncharted on any map . A few days after she came into town , she saw the princess of the castle upon the hill only a mile away . The princess looked similar to Core in size , but she thought nothing of it . She soon became extremely hungry , unable to steal anything from the common folk . She had heard of the princess throwing a grand ball for her 17th birthday . Core had decided she was to crash the party and feast like never before ... It was almost midnight when Core had finally materialized a plan to get past the castle guards when she was jumped by a man . She screaming and kicked , but it was too much . She passed out for two hours and when she awoke the man who attacked her told her what she was . Vampire . He then explained that she needed to drink blood or she would not survive , and that the princess`s party was the perfect place . Core silently killed both guards , as she was a quick learner . She entered the castle and killed everyone in a matter of minutes . She left the princess last , and after sucking her dry , her maker striped the princess of her dress and tiara , giving it to Core -- saying that she was the best new born he had ever created .
They traveled together for almost 200 hundred years , mainly in the New World , for they boarded the first ship available to " common folk " . They came to New York eventually , and Core instantly fell in love . " I can see what it will become , and it will be beautiful , " she said to her maker . " I can see that you truly adore it , " he said , " but I cannot stand to stay in anyplace for too long , you know that . I have taught you well , and you will thrive here . As your maker I release you . Have a good existence , my child . " And with that he was gone . One bloody tear slowly rolled down her cheek , for she was the father that she needed , wanted , and , in part , had . But he knew she loved him , and she knew he loved her back . And with that , she started to travel New York every night , and shortly discovered a convent , which she happily joined .
Mid August , 2009 , Core had received a letter from Benjamin , her maker (( NPC )) . It said that he had come into town to see her . Ecstatic , she put on the white dress and tiara he had given her and went to the front door of the main coven room building . As she had reached the door she caught his scent on a breeze , instantly recognizable to her , even after 100 years of separation . She followed it to the grave yard , where she found a mass amount of blood , strongly reeking of his scent . She bent closer to get a better smell of the blood . It was his . Scared for her maker , she follows a smear of blood to the far end of the grave yard where a freshly made grave is found . A few rain drops come here and there , and she cries blood tears , feeling even more horrified than when she witnessed her parents deaths . She bends down onto her knees and starts digging up the grave , to find her masters head . She senses dawn is but 30 minutes away , and she doesn`t have enough time to look for his body . She hastily reburies his head , rain heavily poring , washing away his blood , her blood tears flowing freely . She sprints back to her coffin , her dress soaked through and through with rain and bloody tears . Her master , dead .
Other Information : When angered , Core`s hair will turn black and rise , and her whole eye will turn black . Her face will loose any colour that it attained from drinking blood or makeup , and will have a hallowed look .
((FINAL COPY : AUGUST 19TH 2009))
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 6:40 pm
Name: Helenah Alexandra Van del Castro Age: 384 turned when 20 Type: psychic Vampire Weapons: usually uses none being a againgst violance but she uses anything that she can control with her mind weponds and just in case she had a collection of daggers  Appearance:  ussually wears stuff like pencil skirts  Background story: Helena came from the Reinassance times. she came from a rich family the was mixed with the Eurepian culture. she was british, spaniard, french and italian. She was very art influance and always open hearted. Agroup of people, she did not know who at the time, were after her family. she did not understand till the night she over heard her dad talking to her mom. She heard him talking about making a deal with Vampires and not being able to follow through and now he has to pay...... That same night someone broke into their country freach house which the family arravied to that evening thinking they might be able to get away...... The vampires came in and broke the place down and brun it drestroying everything that they touch. She quickly hid in her closet praying that she would not be found......but that was too much to ask for sense they could smell her blood. One of them open the closet door and grabbed her wrist and press her hard against the wall...... He wrip her golden gown and said "you are beautifull....too good to kill so i will just enjoy myself" and he raped her as soon as he entered her sense she was a virgin he smelled the blood and told her "you smell like vanilla" he birried his head into her neck and told her " I am not going to kill you but i will turn you" and that wen he took a bite of her and sucked as much blood as he could with out killing her. She woke up and promised herself that she would never do such thing to someone. She sepent most of her life traveling through Europe learning new religions and culture. It was only a 85 years ago that she came to the New york. She still had all her fortune from her past life. She has mastered almost all the arts and is trying to live a normal life in New york ...... well as normal as she can
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 7:33 pm
Name: Emily Karde Blair
Age: 100 (looks 16)
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: She prefers to carry her staff. It’s a long black rod, made of metal, and painted black. It is carved with strange symbols in a language that only Emily can read. The symbols glow faintly when the staff is used.
Appearance: Emily appears to be 16 years of age, of medium height and a little skinny (though this is natural for a vampire). She has long black hair, slightly wavy. She keeps her hair down at all times, although it often gets tangled because of this. Her eyes are a deep purple, almost black at times. They darken or soften with her mood. She prefers to wear black, and usually does. On her feet, she usually wears either boots or nothing at all. She wears little or no jewelry.
Background story: Emily was born as the youngest of three children in the Blair manor. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father ran away shortly after she was born. She was raised by her elder sister Quinn, and her elder brother Ulric. At the age of 10, Emily decided that she wanted to research the nightwalkers. Her sister had told her stories about them, mostly as bedtime stories, and this started her hobby of taking long night walks. She searched for the nightwalkers everywhere, and finally, her diligence paid off. One night, she saw a vampire feeding on a near-dead human. Curious, she stepped closer, only to find that the vampire had disappeared. Certain that what she had seen was real, she returned home to tell her sister of her plans. At the age of 14 she was sent off to be trained in all types of fighting, as her sister would not allow her to research the nightwalkers without such training. She traveled to many different lands, seeking training. When she had been taught by the most famous of teachers, she traveled to London, to begin studying the nightwalkers. She was an eager student, and often stayed very late at school, attempting to solve some problem or research some project. The night of December 12th was such a night. She was walking home at around one or two in the morning when the vampire found her. She wasn’t paying attention, thinking about something she had learned in class that day, and didn’t notice him until it was too late. Later she lay in the alleyway, bleeding and wishing for death, for days. After a week she recognized the burning ache in her throat for what it was. She knew that she could not survive for long without blood. She went hunting that night (December 19th), and killed three humans in her bloodlust. After that she traveled back to America, to seek out her siblings and tell them of her fate. However, when she returned to the manor she was told by a frightened maid that her brother had been bitten by a lycan and had run off some months ago and her sister refused to see her. Frustrated and infuriated at the fate of her brother, she killed the maid and ran off to New York, where she found this place, a place where she belongs.
Today, Emily continues to hunt for her brother, as she believes he would (if he were in his right mind) prefer death to being a lycan. This is probably a misguided view but Emily is quite stubborn, and not many survive who have proven her wrong. She is very observant and will never allow anyone to sneak up behind her (again).
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 6:25 pm
Name: Stefan De'krimson Leonarde
Age: 600
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: two highly balanced cerimonial swords that were given to him by an old freind which Stefan killed. one blade holds a red polish and has seen many fights for which it has bathed in blood. the other is alway sheathed and is a remembrance of old times and grave sins.
Appearance: Stefan stands at five foot eight, has silverish blond hair that flows down his back and is kept neat. his eys appear to change colors as he moves and with his emotions. he wears a variety of black or other dark colored clothes and is usualy seen in boots. those who do see him know him as the Kadaver because he keeps silent almost all the time and seems almost empty of fealings. He appears to be 21 years old.
Background story: Stefan was a bright child and always willing to learn new things. at nineteen while away with at a military school he learned of a strange illness befalling his mother so returned home. his father had a doctor come by regularly to check on Miss Leonarde but was unable to help her in any way. the doctor also brought a young nurse with him who had caught the fancy of Stefan, and they began to talk. Stefan began to fall for her but realise she would only visit him after dark, when he asked her about this she replied willingly by saying what she was. she knew he would run, but he didn't and said it didn't matter and he would stay with her forever. and so it would have been but foolish young love has a way of falling through the cracks and she was caught and killed by a hunter who knew and called Stefan a freind at one time. Stefan took revenge for his love and killed the hunter, his old freind. he also kept the hunters weapons the very thing he killed him with he now wanders new york. alone or in the company of others but never tempting to love.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:33 pm
Trinity Romano
Age: 21
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: Silver Greatsword
Silver Trench Knives
Background story:
As a child, Trinity was trained to be the best she can be. Her parents placed her in classes for just about everything. Dancing, art, piano, fighting classes, Trinity was practically a prisoner to her parents, hardly aloud peace and quite. Her grades were top score, but Trinity wanted something not so rule based. At the age of 16, she ran away from Rome and went to London. In London, she got by from working nights as a waitress. By day, she studied different subjects, and continued her practices. One fateful day, on her 21st birthday, Trinity recieved a call regarding her parents. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news..." A mysterious voice said. "Your parents of become ill, and as their dying wish, want to see their beloved daughter once more." Grief filled, Trinity returned to Rome and entered her house. It was ominous, the front door was open. A sickly rustic smell filled the air as Trinity silently trudged up the stairs. She went to her parents bedroom, and found that door ajar also. Fear gripped her heart as she slowly pushed the creaking door opened. Laid out on her bed, was her parents covered in their own blood. Trinity's eyes widened, and her heart raced 100 miles an hour. The door shut behind her, and Trinity turned. A man, who stood at least 7 feet tall was behind her. "So child, you have returned..." A wicked grin was spread across his brilliant face. Trinity, now rage filled, charged the man, throwing a punch at her fast. The vampire swatted her hands aside, and pulled her close. "Now now. Is it nice to attack your guests? His fangs extended, and he chuckled manically. "Why?" Trinity asked. The man placed his lips on her neck. "Because I can!" The vampire bit into her, and left her for dead. Some time later, Trinity awoke, as something more than human. She fled abroad, and now finds herself in New York.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 1:37 am
Name: Kelene Denathor Age: 658 Type: Death Dealer Weapons: IMI Desert Eagle Mark VII (2), Steyr TMP (2), Modified Beretta 92FS (2), silver nitrate bullets for all 3 and UV rounds for all 3, and a sword. Appearance:  Background story: Born in 1351, Kelene Denathor was born into a poor family. When she was five years old, she was changed into a vampire by what she considers a rape change: a small coven of vampires practically tossed her around like a ragdoll and bit her, almost draining her if it weren't for a vampire hunter. He took her in until he died 50 years later, leaving her alone for many centuries. Because of this, she never learned how to control her bloodlust, so whenever she feeds, she kills at least 4 to 6 full-grown adults, draining all of them completely. In 1776, she found a coven in England that took her in, and she has been trained as a Death Dealer ever since. She has also been trained in martial arts and close-combat weaponry. She is feared in legend by many lycans, and those who hear her name shiver.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:30 pm
Name: Travis Richter Age: Unknown (looks around 21) Type: Psychic Vampire Weapons: He considers his mind and words as his weapons. He can fight, he is agile and fast, but prefers to deceive and manipulate through words and his psychic abilities. Against his beliefs, just for safe measures, he does have hidden a dagger.  Appearance: (When he first changed)  (After a couple months and some time in hiding)  Background story[Be detailed!]: Travis Richter, born in Germany, came across the seas when he was just a child. His mother was a gypsy with an ability to read minds, his father was a woodworker and blacksmith. His father kept to himself for the most part, he did only his job and spent time with his wife attempting to start a family. Townspeople were disappearing every night, people were growing wary and suspicious of each other. Travis was born 2 months before people began pointing fingers and speaking words of the man who never came outside during the day. The people began piecing things together in a ridiculous puzzle that their own paranoia created, the people began interrogating and asking questions. Questions about why Travis' father never came out of the house and shop, they asked if he was hiding from something or someone, Travis' mother answered honestly and without hesitation. The fact that she was a gypsy already made her suspicious to the people of the village, nothing she said was truthful in their eyes. One night the villagers went to the house, torches ablaze. There was no knock, there was a sudden burst through the door. Villagers went in, looking for the family, they searched everywhere besides the room behind the closed door. Travis' mother had foreseen the attack and had escaped the house from the window, she had lept onto a horse and headed for the docks up north in the Netherlands, dawn was approaching and the early boat was leaving to take people to the States. Before the villagers could open the door to the room, it was burst open and out ran Travis' father. He knew he wouldnt survive this, but he knew he could stall them. They hit him and beat him, he thrashed and fought until he couldnt anymore, the villagers dragged him outside as they burned his house down. The sun began to rise as Travis' mom arrived at the docks, she approached a younger woman who went by the name of Evelyn Shmidt. Evelyn was a young widow from the town near Travis', she couldnt bare children so she graciously accepted. She received Travis along with a letter for him when he was old enough and a thankful offering of money that had been saved up by Travis' parents. They boarded the boat and it was off, a tear rolled down her cheek as the sun rose higher and higher. The sun shone bright that day, the wind picked up in the sails of the boat as Travis' mother turned her back to the boat full of tears, she knew what was to become of her if she returned but she knew she had to. Travis' father had been tied to a stake as he was interrogated and called names. They set him ablaze at the stake and when Travis' mother returned to the town, she was burned at the stake as well. When the boat arrived in New York, Evelyn had family waiting, it was a surprise to them that she had brought a child but they welcomed Travis in as if he was family. He was cared for until he was 18 when he read the letter his mom had written to him and decided he needed to find himself and be on his own. She had told him that because of misfortune and bad circumstance that they would be long dead by the time he read the note. When he returned he was asked to sit down to talk by Evelyn. She took a deep breath as she explained that she used to live next to the town that he was born in. She told him that she was a widow who was unable to have children, thats why she accepted him so graciously. She told him that his parents were killed because of suspicion, there were many murders that were all gory and gruesome, murders that an inhuman creature would have had to done....a vampire. There were the legends and plenty of witnesses of such creatures. She had told him that they were wrongly accused because vampires cannot have children for they are dead. It was then that she paused, she began solving the puzzle for Travis. She told him that technically she was a widow, her husband was dead, then she told him that she couldnt have children. Travis' eyes grew big as everything was laid out before him, all the information fit together in an elaborate story of an escape of a murderer and the false conviction of his mother and father. He turned to run, but she grabbed his arm. She sat him down and explained that her husband was a vampire when they had met, he loved her and didnt care whether or not she was human or vampire. It was her decision to be closer to him, to become what he is, so she accepted the invitation. She was unable to have children because she was a vampire and the family she had here in New York was part of a Coven of vampires. She apologized to Travis before giving him the worst piece of information, that she was the vampire that went to his town to feed, she was the reason for his parents deaths. In a fit of rage he tried to kill her, she laughed at him and apologized again telling him the only way he would be able to kill her is if he turned into a vampire himself, an option she offered to him but would never force him. He ran away, into the streets of New York by himself. He stayed out on his own barely surviving. He plotted revenge and pondered her offer. It was on a rainy night that he returned to Evelyn who welcomed him with a smile as if nothing had ever happened between them. She knew what he wanted to know and began explaining to him what would happen if he was changed. She told him the positives and negatives of immortality, she told him that his mothers psychic abilities would show more prominently in him if he was a vampire. At the end of her explanation she grinned and ended it with the fact that if he was changed then he could exact revenge on her. Travis was silent and thoughtful, he didnt know what to do, the thought of the power he would have and the pleasure of killing the woman who changed his life forever sounded very appealing. After a long silence he nodded, her words and nature were very convincing, whether or not it was a good thing was a different story. He accepted and without hesitation she was next to him tilting his head to the side, her touch was soothing and relaxing, Travis closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Evelyn plunged her fangs into his neck. He felt intense pain until she was finished, then he writhed and thrashed on the floor, his body became numb, then still. Evelyn stood above him, wondering if she had killed him or if he was strong enough to handle it. Travis opened his eyes and swiftly grabbed her by her throat. She smiled and laughed asking him to kill her, to rid her of this pain of immortality. She had changed him because she wanted to die, she explained to him that her husband was killed and living alone as an immortal was horrible. Travis realized he had gotten into something far more than he could have expected, he would now learn his lesson the hard way and suffer just as she was. Feeling her pity, he mercifully broke her neck and removed her head. It was the worst thing he had ever done and regrets it to this day, in a way he was thankful for the way his life turned out and how he turned out as a person. He tried to look at the positives but always has the negatives in the back of his head. Everything up to this point happened for a reason and he was willing to live with the consequences of his decisions and actions. His new life started now in this big new city.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 9:39 am
Name: Covy Armada Age: 23 (Just turned) Type: Psychic (but must learn to control herself) Weapons: None at the moment. Appearance:  Background story:Covy was a regular young woman, in college for art therapy and cooking. Her father is Asian so she learned to cook from him and she wanted to expand her culinary knowledge and is too going to school for it. Though for her passion she always felt she could help others by getting them to express their feelings through their art. She was a straight A student and on the weekends she loved to party, one fateful night she was changed and left for dead. She awoke not knowing what happened, or who she was other than the eyes of the man who'd changed her. She's been traveling from city to city looking for answers to who and what she is.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 9:23 pm
Name:Ravi Seshy. Age:Unknown(20) Type razz sychic Weapons:a LONG sword. Appearance:  Background:Ravi is the quiet,deadly type.His very presence is a threat.He wasn't always like this though.Many years ago in a small village,Ravi was the kind type.The type many people loved to be around until a man came to the village and said Ravi was the one chosen by the goddess herself to be a creature of the night.Ravi was pleased with this accusation for he loved the night,but he did not know the consequences that laid ahead.One night he went to the strange man's temporary hut for the 'ritual'.That night he was turned into a vampire.Unlike everyone else he embraced his new power.And still embraces it.
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