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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 10:51 am
Name:Uriel Vigée-Lebrun Or more commonly known as Hermes
Age: unknown, But last age he remembered being was 26
Type razz sychic
Weapons:Two speacially modified 9mm pistols on his waist, a pocket knife in his left pocket, a butterfly knife in his right.
Appearance:http://misc.com.sapo.pt/Suffering_Angele.gif , w/o the wings
Nationality: German
Background story:
Hermes Used to be a part of German secret service, But one day, while out on patrol, he encountered what he thought to be a human. As he fought the person, he was no match for his speed or strength. he eventually fell prey to the creature and was turned. The government found out what had happened and sent all their agents to find him. He wandered the streets at night and hid in pitch black ally ways during the day, until the night he was found and captured by the people he swore to protect and work with. During the years he was there. Hermes and the government both noticed that he was not like other vampires they had encountered, he did not feed off of blood, but off of emotions. Hermes finally attempted escape after 6 years of being tested on a tortured. He had learned how to manipulate the minds of other people. he fought his ay down to the exit but was beaten down sent back.
After the escape the Government got all the information they wanted, and erased his memory. All he remembered was the capture after the escape, and then being on a boat at the shore of Florida. For 4 more years he journeyed up the coast, perfecting his abilities, and learning more about what he was.he eventually made allies with other walkers of the night, and was a member of a Coven in every state he went, he had finally been sent to New York, for he heard that one of his old German secret service partners had moved there after he retired. After arriving he was sent a letter from the New York Vampire Coven, he went and joined their ranks, not knowing what was going on between the Lycans and the Vampires.
Personality: He Is quiet and serious and is always reading a book that he takes from people who work at the local Barns and Nobles bookstore, he tells them to take the book mentally, and they bing it. He will fight only if it is needed and will not hesitate to shoot at any human or Lycan with his engeniered silver bullets that are not like the other ones. He is loyal To Whomever Is loyal back, and maintains that loyalty Throughout.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:40 pm
 Name: Kyo Nanahara
Age: Bitten at 18
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Katana, two pistols, and a large sword
Background story:
Kyo was taken away to a high clan, the dread brothers. He was to be treated with royalty and respect, as the son of the head of the clan. In the head clan's sight, everyone was nice and generous to him. But without him around, they beated on him. Everyone was jelous of Kyo and he never knew why. Kyo always had to be on an assasination and he hated it dearly. On one of his misions, he was sent to murder one of his old firends. He lived across the world. Kyo refused to do the mission, not wanting to kill or hurt his friend. When he was asleep they tied him up and sent him to the location, he woke up with a letter attached to him, it said: "Kyo, even though you refused to co-operate, you'll do this anyway. Your friend will die no matter what, if you do it or someone else does it. But to prove your loyalty, you're going to do this, or we'll hang you."
Kyo ripped up the letter in fustration. He already knew were he was, at his friends rooftop. Kyo climbed down the chimey, his sword in his right hand. He snuck into the bedroom, his friend still asleep. Kyo stood over his sleepig friend, thinking if he should do ths or not. Killing his friend wasn't worth it. He ran away and never came back.
Kyo spent a few years on the streets, getting into gangs. He was known for his well earned respect. Still treated as royalty and he hates it. Kyo eventaully got mixed up with the mafia, doing missions for them. Eventaully he was highly ranked in the mafia, and lots of poeple wanted him dead. Knowingthe dangers it cast him, he left the mafia, making them mad. One night, he was attacked, forced out of the street again. After a long while, he was bitten by a vampire, and came to the coven.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 2:21 pm
Name: Luke White
Age: 245 (looks 21)
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: His fists that have a magical power in it.
Appearance: 
Background story: Luke was born in Ireland in 1762. His mother died giving birth to him and his father was killed by vampires. When he turned 21 he bfriended a young milk maid, or so he thought. One night while he was sleeping next to her, she bit him and turned him into a vampire. He fell in love with the young girl, but she was killed by her coven for falling in love with Luke. Luke was driven out of Ireland and found refuge in the US. he has been living here ever since.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:30 am
Name: Rose Age: 19 Race: Vampire Looks:  Bio:Rose's past is unknown to all. She wonders the lands finding something that is missing. Not knowing what she keeps looking. Even tho she keeps to herself. She seems very friendly to anyone she first meets. She tries hard to have a normal life. So when she's done feeding she hits the night clubs. Pet: Nena (Shadow Sprit)
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 1:06 pm
Name: Pullo Age: 18 Type: Psychic Weapons: My "Handy-Dandy Screwdriver"(i stab enimies in the eyes while they're laughing.) Appearance:  Background story: Was born in Ireland and later moved to New York at the age of ten, after his mother died. In New York, his father was found dead one night, in an alley. he had been stabbed sevral times and bitten. He was later bitten by a Vampire at age eighteen, and has only just realized Vampires and Lycans exsit. He is also searching for the one who bit him. (not sure if this qualifies as 'detailed')
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 2:25 pm
Name: Alicia du Jacque
Age: 214 – Created April 4th, 1793
Type: Death Dealer
Weapons: .45 SIG-Sauer w/ silver bullets.
Nationality: United Kingdom, Cardiff, Wales
Appearance: This is Gabriel and I, the first time we met.
Background story: [Be detailed!]: I was young…and perhaps impulsive. When I ran away from my parents to London, it was because I didn’t want the life they had planned for me. I was to be married to a feisty old duke who wrote naughty poetry. He was twice my age-you see my predicament.
I was 22. I had a job as a seamstress, and the money I made was barely enough to pay for the flat I lived in, but I always had a bit left over. So I saved it for a gown-the gown you see me wearing in this picture. I snuck off that night to a grand ball, masquerading as the Baroness of Lithuania. There I met Gabriel, and I think he knew immediately that I was not really the Baroness of Lithuania. We talked for hours, danced every dance together.
But how was I to know that in London, if you danced more than three dances with a man, it was suggesting marriage?
He came to the shop I worked in, and proposed there. I don’t know how he found me, but he did.
Happily married, I moved to his estate in the country. Now I was Lady Alicia du Jacque-and no pretending there. We enjoyed many pleasures-from that of the bed, to that of walking together through his gardens, laughing and talking about many things.
Until that fateful day arrived.
One night Gabriel returned home from town pale, and un-natural looking. He stumbled around, looking confused, until I helped him up to bed. I assumed he was drunk-even though Gabriel rarely even drank champagne.
His situation was no better the next morning. I kept the curtains drawn and the lights dim all day, knowing how men could have headaches after over-indulging. I rarely left his side unless it was to relieve myself. He would cry out randomly, and soon his skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. I kept a damp, cool, rag on his forehead all day long, but to no avail. I kept my vigil all night, and into the next day.
Finally deciding that this could be no hangover, and bad on my feet from lack of sleep and nourishment of any kind save water, I went over to the curtains. Sweeping them back, I admired the sun, which I had not seen for a day.
There was a sudden yelp and a sizzling sound from the bed. Gabriel had woken, terror in his eyes, and had rolled off the bed onto the floor to escape the light. Confused and worried, I went to his side.
His pale skin was slightly gray, and steam was rising off of it. I placed a finger on his hand and instantly removed it-his skin was scalding hot! Sucking on my finger, I moved back, frightened. On a last instinct, I moved to close the curtains, deciding conversation would be infinitely easier without the sunlight.
My finger still in my mouth, I moved into a corner, curling up in a fetal position, watching Gabriel.
Panting, he turned to me. His eyes flashed red, and I cringed in horror. His eyes moved around the room, and he hissed when he saw the candle in the corner.
“What are you?” I whispered. “For you are not my Gabriel. You are the devil come to steal me away to Hell!” His face twisted into that of anguish, but it was gone so quickly I could not be sure if it was ever there. Inching toward me, he said in a soothing voice, “Shh, my love. I am Gabriel du Jacque, your loving husband.” I shook my head, silent tears pouring down my cheeks.
“Y-y-you are not.” I cried. “You are not like him. Gabriel’s skin did not burn at sunlight. His eyes did not flash red. His skin was not so pale. You are not my Gabriel.” He reached out a hand towards me, but I pulled away, still crying. Looking back, I feel so stupid. He was my Gabriel…just in vampire form.
I remember not how he managed to convince me, but he did. I think I was too frightened to commit anything to memory. For a few months, things were back to normal, except Gabriel did not emerge from the house during the day. His strength was superb, eyesight perfect, and all his senses were heightened. The only thing was that he refused to tell me how he was changed.
My memory goes blank for a few days there, just filled with extreme pain. I remember Gabriel pulling me into his arms, whispering soft words of kindness to me.
Later, I found out that the same man who had attacked Gabriel attacked me also. I was one of them. We built a small cottage in the forest, escaping the chattering ton of London, who were awfully fond of gossiping about us. A few centuries past…two, I believed, and Gabriel heard tell of a coven of…vampires…in New York, over in America. Why the hesitation at the name, you ask? I still cannot believe that is what I am.
We took the next ship to America, and traveled to this strange and unfamiliar city. We were new…lost…immigrants, you could say. At first, it was fun. We dyed our hair, and did all sorts of crazy things. But we didn’t know what we were doing. We didn’t know the city was infested with those bloodthirsty dogs…lycans. Gabriel died. He was gone…forever.
By myself, I found the coven of vampires and became a Death Dealer, swearing death for every dog I could find…exterminate every last one of them…until Gabriel was avenged.
When I’m not hunting the filthy beasts, I frequent the night clubs. The harsh and beating music often helps to numb the pain of Gabriel’s death.  This is a current pic of me, drawn by Gabriel before he died.
*Pic 2 is us with our hair died...but unfourtunately Gabriel is dead. And no, I am not sucking his blood.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 11:37 am
Name: Jazz (Jaqulyn) Age: 17 (265) Type: Deathdealer Weapons: she has a gun at hand but many hidden ones. Appearance:  Background story: Jazz was born in Greece and was raised by a cruel father. Her mother tended to her rarely because she constantly followed her husbands orders. So all Jazz could depend on was herself. She grew tough psychologically and never let her parents get to her. SHe never cried. She turned very rebellious and left her home at age 17 and moved in with her friend. He was a good friend of the family and offered to take her in long ago, but Jazz tried to give her father a chance. After a while of living away from home, Jazz realized how much she hated her father. Rage grew in her and everynight she was tempted to go kill her father. Her friend was strong enough to stop her. A few months after she lived with him, he fell in love with her. She didn't feel the same in return. She evaded every move he made on her. He ended up getting angry at her and his true colours showed. He was a vampire and he turned her in revenge. She left his house and for a few weeks to get herself together. She felt betrayed at first but then realized that this was a perfect oppurtunity. She used her new self to its advantage and went for her father. She killed her father and left Greece. She moved to France and lived there for around 50 years. She moved to America and lived in Louisianna for 70 years then moved to New York to avoid suspicion. There she slept until now.
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