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 Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:06 am
Name: Night
Age: Looks 17
Type: Sanguinarian & Psychic ((?))
Weapons: Poisoned daggers, two katanas and two guns (vary).
Appearence: 
Bio: Night lived a very rich and high life, still does. He got what he wanted, when he wanted it. He trusts little to no one and finds amusement at others misery. He also finds most emotions a waste of time and a weakness. Night grew up with snakes and spiders as pets, so he keeps them around, as well as a hawk or two. At seventeen, he was kidnapped and changed, but finds life just as amusing as he did before, only now more fun.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 7:11 pm
Name: Raven Cullen
Age: 223, 19 mortal, 204 undead
Type: Psychic Vampire
Weapons: A single silver dagger with a the leather handle wrapped in black ribbon, usually hidden in her boot, and a simple black handgun loaded with the usual, classic silver bullets.
Appearence: She has bright, blue eyes always surrounded by heavy, black eyeliner and eye shadow and. Her hair is dark red. She stands 5'5" and at 120 lbs. She wears knee-high black boots with black buckles, which serve as holsters, up and down them.She always wears black, right down to her lipstick.
Bio: Raven was born in Romania to parents that abandoned her. She was raised by a local village's medicine woman. When she was 18, travelled to France to make something of herself. One midnight, after getting off of work as a stage hand, she heard someone call her name from the alley right next to the theatre. Thinking it was one of the actors, she went to it. Something came up behind her and the last thing she remebered was it sinking it's teeth into her neck. She woke up a few days later, remebering nothing of the prior night, just before dawn in an abandoned warehouse. When the sun decided to rise, a beam of it streamed in through the boarded up windows. Just it's pure presence made her flesh feel like it was burning. She quickly ran for cover to the basement, where she slept every night. Finally reallizing what she had become, she hitched a boat ride to America. she traveled up and down the 13 original states and branched out her travels as the country grew, finally coming to settle in the town that never sleeps.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 6:48 am
Name: Xhelinda AKA Xhel Age: 18 Type: psycic Weapons: two 1' long silver daggers, the hilt bares markings of her family lineage. Appearence:  but different clothing Bio:she was raised a proper englishwoman until kidnapped at the age of ten. afterwards she trained long and hard in all forms of martial arts and sword fighting techniques. recently she got into a fight with a vampire while visiting paris france, the one fight she actually lost. the vampire turned her and told her of the new york coven so she traveled there in search of answers to her vampiric nature.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:34 pm
Name: Aymi
Age: 58
Type: Psychic
Powers: has pyrokinesis (fire) and telekinesis (moving things)
Weapons: Claw-like Fingernails and Kama's. Oh yeah, she also has a tactical 12-gauge!
Appearence: Looks like a 5 year old with long blonde ringlets and deathly-white skin.
Bio: She was turned at the age of 5. she has french origins but has a strong american accent.
she kills and feeds off of young females as she draws them in by pretending to cry then slashing their throats with her fingernails. She can be seen in a tatty pink dress with a white bow on street corners.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 7:48 pm
Name: Shade Blackwell
Age: Unknown
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Two katars that are shaped like spiders where the legs are baldes, a black pistol, and a dagger with a cross embeded in the handle for special occasions.
Appearence: He has long black hair that covers his left eye. He wears a long black trenchcoat and a strange pendant. He is tall, dark, not too dark, and slim. About average slim size. He has long, bony, claw-like fingers. He also has lavender colored eyes.
Bio: He is trying to figure out his past. All he remembers is waking up lying face-up in a river. He doesn't know where the strange scar under his left eye came from, nor does he remember the pendant. He can control the shadows, and call on them to do his bidding. He did not know he was a vampire until a vampire expert took him in and cared for him. He does not like to harm the innocent, but sometimes can't help it. He was once a guardian of a small town known as Subtue near the coast of the Atlantic ocean. He was called the Paranoia Shadow...
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:50 am
Name: Morello
Age: 24 in apearance
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Two Sub-Machine guns, A knife
Appearence: standing at roughly 6'5". He is fairly muscular and his eyes are a pale blue. His hair is short and jet black. He wears a long black leather coat with a black sleevless shirt underneath, Black slightly torn jeans, Black sneakers and a pair of sunglasses.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 4:20 pm
Name: cane
Age: 19
Type: deathdealer
Weapons: his fists and a silver spear
Appearence: long white hair gray eyes wheres all white clothes mostly baggy
Bio: grew up in wales and came to america and was bitten in nyc is new
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 5:04 pm
Name: Shira
Age: 18 when bitten; Approx. 500 as a vampire
Type: DeathDealer
Weapons: A pair of handguns
Appearance: http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e166/MistressKatara390/Anime Girls/818cde06.jpg
Bio: Yuma is very secretive and doesn't really like talking about her past or how she was sired. She's a ruthless killer when it comes to Lycans and isn't one for pranks and jokes. She's a very serious individual most of the time and only jokes around on very rare occassions.
((CHEESE DOODLES!!! blaugh ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 9:46 am
Name: Cruxis Borgov
Age: 29 when bitten; 277 as a vampire
Type: Psycic
Weapons: A rapier, made of silver, inlaid with and intricate design of a thorn vine from the hilt to the point. Also, a whip with a silver tip, specially designed to battle Lycans (though he rarely did before coming to New York)
Appearence: Refer to signature for portrait. His eyes are a lovely green and blue mixture, and his skin holds the gentle and luring pallidity of his kind.
Bio: Cruxis is a vampire with very defined tastes. While he takes no aversion to feasting on blood, he would much rather hunt the richer and wealthier, finding their blood much finer and delectable. This is partly because of his own history. Born in the 1700, Cruxis lived in Romania , with his wealthy father a count, and his mother. Cruxis never really cared for his father, and it was because of this disdain he was bitten.
On the night of October 31, 1729, he was on his way to an All-Hallows ball when he was confonted by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She too was dressed in ball regalia, and so Cruxis' first thought was that the two of them go together to the party. However, the woman had different ideas. Now, Cruxis had never even heard the stories of vampires, or other creatures of the night, for his parent's believed that it was a ludicrous idea. So, Cruxis did not even know what had happened when he awoke (three days later) in an open casket. Looking around, he realized that he was surrounded by the trappings of a funeral.
"Did I die?" were his first words. Still, despite his better judgement, when he heard someone entering the room he lay back down again. It was his parents. Apparently, Cruxis gathered from their speech, he had been killed by a thief on his way home from the ball, sliced cleanly through the belly. At first, Cruxis thought to call out, but suddenly was struck with a terrible hunger, simply from hearing his parent's voices. What was this hunger? It was not for food, for when he thought about eating something, it made him feel even more sick. However, after listening closely to his parents, and what he could here rushing through their bodies, he knew what could slake his appetite; and for some strange reason, the idea of blood just didn't disturb him.
So now, his parents dead, Cruxis set about gathering up all the wealth he could from his father's manor and set out for France. It was there he had heard of great nobles, who lived in fine homes, and Cruxis grew hungry at the thought.
Living in France for 60 years, and not growing a day older then 29, he enjoyed his vampire existance of feeding off the petty noblewomen, though sometimes hunger drove him to search for commmon street urchins as well. Still, both fell to his powerful and hypnotic seductions easily, and he lived life to the fullest...that is, until 1789, when the French Revolution began.
Leaving France, he would not return until 1901, and stayed in the northern recesses of Scotland, terrorizing the people and their superstitions for his own amusement. Finally returning to Paris, he decided to "set up shop" in a large opera house, where he could be near the arts, and the rich life he loved. After tormenting the French opera house up until 1912, he left the house with a wicked legacy that he would later found he received no royalties for.
Coming to America in 1915, he was sorely disspointed by the lack of the fine life. Still, the war provided the people with a nice distraction, enough to make life easy for the vampire. He settled in a small area of Boston, and found himself swept up in the Roaring Twenties, partaking in all the richness and color that time had to offer.
His pleasures ended in The Great Depression, and he was forced to feed on the blood of the common man. This wretched life had grown tiresome, but he stayed in America, knowing that the country would bounce back eventually. His prediction prove right, and he continued his time in Boston until 1988.
Up until then, he had heard of a city called New York City, but never really thought much about it until he learned of Broadway, and its growing popularity...especially with a certain play called "The Phantom of the Opera."
Slightly enraged that he recieved no credit for his help in creating the story to begin with, he moved to the city and "persuaded" the director to give him the leading role as the Phantom. He has been there ever since.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 5:36 pm
Name: Raven Victoria Constintyne IIII Age: 523 Type: Sanguinarian/Deathdealer Weapons: [.454 handgun (long barrel)-explosive/mercury rounds, Magnum/magnesium(Alternative rounds), compentsator silencer, H&K USP, 20 RC and smooth topslide and magazine action] [Sun tanto- kris (blade soaked in lime juice)] And [Long blade Katana-handle fashioned with the fangs of my ancestors] Needless to say, I take pride in my weaponsAs shown, drawing is of my own. [Gun design also my own.] Appearence: My trench, leather corsets, the works(who said being cliche isn't fun?) Bio: Born in 1483, I was first Converted at age 15 and later accepted nine mortal years later. I am very...touchy on the subject of my Creator, and of my many victims. I specialize in Necromancy, a method of divination through invocation of dead. It is a magic in general. Was best known in the year 1577 for 'Works in Valor". I take pride in my craft.   
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:27 am
Name: Harry MacDowell Age: bitten at 24 is now 136 Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: dual pistols containing silver nitrate. Appearence: http://www.emulationgalaxy.co.yu/images/manga/gungrave/harry1.jpgBio: Harry was an average guy with a horrible life and he was forced out onto the streets after being kicked out of his home and he was found by a women that felt sorry for him and took him in. Harry thought this was out of the godness of her heart but the women had more in mind for Harry on night whil he slept he felt a sharp pain in his neck and he awoke to see the women biting his neck. He finally realized what was going on he didnt fight it he prefered to die than continue his life the way it was. But the women gave him a choice to live forever or die now for a reason unknown to him he chose to live.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 6:08 pm
Name: Adolphus
Age: 340
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: A chain of metal ending in a number of hooks, and two semi-automatic pistol (fires silver bullets)
Appearance: Keeps black hair shoulder length. Has very pale skin, along with red eyes. Coming from far away from New York, Adolphus speaks with a noticeable foreign accent. He stands at average hieght, he is also very skinny.
Bio: In a distant land, on the night of December 1st 1696, a young man was out and about searching though a ancient castle. Located in the middle of his homeland. There was a rumor spreading through the local village that the noble living in the castle was a undead monster of the night. Being very curious, Adolphus decides to investigate and seek out the noble himself.
Upon reaching the noble’s chambers, he finds it empty, turning around to search elsewhere, Adolphus falls asleep. He awakes the next day, feeling very empty. The noble soon reveals to Adolphus that he has joined the undead, and welcomes him. Adolphus decides to join the noble as his right hand man, seeing as how the noble had no offspring, and it was the most exciting path open to him.
Fast forward two years, a small band of people find the noble asleep in his castle and murder him. Adolphus was also sleeping at the time, so he could not stop them. Fast forward three years, Adolphus grows tired of life where he is, and decides to move to New York.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 6:42 am
Name: Vincent Asmodeus
Age: Not old for a Vampire, but old enough. He becomes 417 in the December to follow.
Type: Psychic
Weapons: He always carries his fathers old Six-Shooter, made of what looks like gold. His other weapon is hidden in his regal cane, a sword which is long slender, and deadly.
Appearence: The first thing you would notice about Vincent is his strikingly thin facial features, due to his lack of feeding as of late. His long brown curls fall down over his face and below his shoulders. He wears, always, a long coat made of a heavy cotton/canvas material with leather cuffs, collar and pockets.
His black suede hat only comes off when he is sure of there being no light.
His overall appearance is that of an old Wild West preacher, black waistcoat, shirt trousers and boots, yet his actions prove otherwise.
He goes nowhere without his cane.
Bio: Originally born in the so called 'Wild West' era, Vincent was turned when he was 19. His father, a vampire-hunter by the name of Heston, was tracking down the vampire that had bitten Vincent. He eventually killed that vampire, but Vincent turned on him and he bacame Vincents first prey.
Vincent however, distraught at the loss of his father, vowed never to feed until needed for he realised the loss and tragedy it caused. He moved to England to try and forget, and be among more of his own kind.
Around three-hundred years later he was forced out of the country by hundreds of angered civilians, who had found out his identity through some unknown tip off.
He moved back to the now United States and remained there until he found a letter next to him in his sleeping chamber.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 7:04 am
 Name: Liam Age: Several hundred years old. He tends to loose track, but he guesses around five hundred years. Type: Deathdealer Weapons: He carries a small pistol, but only uses it as a last resort. Instead, he opts to fight with knives or daggers, loving the older, more traditional feel of the weapons. Also, he has the ability to use blood as a weapon, although it requires complete concentration, as he is still developing the ability. Appearence: Silver-blonde hair, the same he had in life, now falls over his right eye, which he lost fighting an old comrade and still wears in her honor. Ice blue eyes are sharp; attentive, with silver lashes. He stands about five foot ten, sometimes dressing like a scholar when he feels like conversing with mortals, and other times plain black clothes. Bio: At first, he hated his life as a vampire. Everything had been stripped away from him- his family, his religion, his life; as time went on, and he outlived everyone he knew, he still missed the mundane, normal things of every-day life. He would wander around in any city he was near at the time, completely clothed in clothes that would seem normal in the location he was, and try to still live out a normal life. After meeting a lycan woman, this changed. They had an odd relatioinship; he was always sarcastic and condencending around her, and she, in turn, hated him with a passion. After several chance meetings, he began to take more of an interest in her- she was amusing; intruiging, really, for him to watch. One of the few that had caught his interest in years. The result of this was him loosing his left eye for a time, before it healed on it’s own. Needless to say, their relationship didn’t turn out as either of them had thought, but this event brought Liam to realize that he couldn’t continue acting like a mortal. Personality-wise now, Liam is sly, cunning, and always smiles. Not a true smile- a smirk or a grin, like he knows something that you don’t. Usually, he does, as he’s over-observant, taking people-watching as a hobby and memorizing traits about those he sees on a normal basis. He has been told by many that he can be irritating, at times, to speak to, as he always comes out on top of an argument.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 8:37 am
Older Look: Newer Look: Name: Morbidea
Age: 620
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: A Double Silver Dagger, Fangs and her Bare Hands
Nationality: British
Appearence: <-- As in the picture.
Bio: Born in 1386, in the city of London, Morbidea grew as the perfect child. And since the maids were her main friends, she learnt to be comprehensive and humble. Morbidea had a bigger brother, Edward, but he didnt seem to care much for his younger sister. He was never a part of her life, just like her parents, always far from her on their country mansion or visiting friends. Her religious fervor motivated her to go to church at least two times a week since she was 9. One day at church, she met a boy, he was older than her, not much, he was probably 11 or 12 years old at the time. They instantly fell for each other, but the age wasnt helping. Neither was Gabriel's wish of becoming a priest...
Their meetings were mainly to read books and discuss them, until the "hormones" started to take over their minds.
When Morbidea was 16, her parents tried to marry her with some rich Count. She had to tell them about Gabriel and the time had come. She was forbidden to see him. And so, the very next night Morbidea went to talk to him. He was different, she noticed it, but she couldnt tell what was it. She told him about her parents decision, and strangely he agreed with it. He told her it was for the best if they stopped seeing each other. Morbidea begged him to be at the church on the next night.
And so he was, when she showed up with a handbag asking him to run away with her. He refused. There was something he couldn't tell her... or could he? Maybe he should... And so, he told her he was embraced by a vampire, and he couldnt leave. Morbidea was desolated. He told her to leave, to go back to her parents home and marry the Count. She refused. She wanted to stay with him... even if she had to sacrifice her mortal life.
Morbidea tried to convince him to embrace her, he only wanted to feed from her. His hunger was increasing, and his humanity was keeping him from thinking clear. All he could tell her was to go away... but she didn't leave. She stayed there. He fed from her, and when his lust for the flesh was almost fulfilled he had a clear moment. He realised what he had done... And now the only way to keep her alive was to embrace her... because he drank too much of her blood.
If his heart could beat, it would surely explode. It was very painful to watch the transformation of someone he really loved. He ran to talk to his sire.
She would be immediatly sent to the Netherlands, to a Haven where she could live, and be taught all the secrets. He wanted her to remember him, so he gave her a pendant, she never took it off and she still keeps it with her. A dark red heart, floating in a circle, covered in thorns.
Morbidea was taught how to survive as a vampire. And when people started emigrating to the new city of New York, her masters decided she should go too, because vampires should never get attached to someone, even if it's another vampire.
Now Morbidea has to figure out what is the meaning of her pendant... and her new life in New York is only the beginning...
Your pain...you don't want this
You want...you want another life
When you walk my dark path, love without hear
Other life, other power, a vampiric transformation
When you walk my bloodpath, love like a bloodbath
When you walk my dark path, love without heart
VAMPYRICA
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