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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:12 pm
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Name: Unkown but goes by "Azrael Aurlin" (translated "The Angel of Life and Death") Age: Ageless Occupation: To carry the burdens and hardships of mankind
Brief Bio: When gods created planets and lifeforms, the gods knew that their creations were too unstable to handle the emotional turmoil of mortality. And so, the gods created a being composed of the greatest emotional fortitude, Azrael Aurlin. Azrael, clad in black clothes and his pure white hair was the symbol of ultimate neutraility. This allowed the male to help others without bias. The male was fused with a phoenix a the time of his creation which only took control when the pain Azrael had encountered had crushed him. The purple and crimson phoenix, a symbol of purity, charity, life, and death would Carry the burdens as he flew flaming into the ground below him. From this sacrifice, all sins are forgiven, all burdens lessened. When the phoenix destroys himself, Azrael takes hold again while the phoenix reconstitutes himself. Azrael would walk amongst all the streets, all the mountains, all the plains, listening to every story of trauma, sadness and pain. Azrael would be there to listen, love and feel passion and sympathy for others. He would preach to the public for only those who would hear him, these sermons were not emboldened with guilt and desire for monetary offerings, only to enlighten man and hope that someday mankind would give as he gave, live as he lived, listen as he listened, and loved as he had loved. The ultimate sacrifice is under way...
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 2:23 pm
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Gaia Name: -bRoKeN S h E l L- Name: Abbadon Lysiria Age: It's been so long she can't remember. Race: Vampire/Unknown Bio: She has foggy recollections of where she came from and who she was. A long time ago she lived in the imperial palace of a distant country. She was acknowledged as a special child and revered as the sun. She was beautifully attired in silken gowns and artfully prepared dress. That was until, a blaze swept over the country, one that could not be put out....war. She was then trained in secret of the special arts of killing. After she unleashed her new fighting skills on the battle field and massacred the enemy and her own troops alike. She collapsed, and so did her country. In the ruins of the palace she had once enjoyed a carefree life in she was left unconscious. Then a mysterious man appeared before her. He was either the dark haired angel meant to save her life or the angel of death meant to bring her to the dead. Instead he granted her both wishes and he bit her. Her soul then crumbled and her body grew decayed and she was reborn as a shell of life. She then wandered the lands killing whenever she wanted, searching for a place to call home, until she stumbled into a strange forest. It was filled with mist and the path was endless. Until she finally arrived at her new home, Taline Manor. A place that called for her and she answered. Appearance:
Weapons Specialty: Scythe, daggers, swords and any gun that works.
Special Abilities: Shapeshifting, telekinesis, illusions, hapkido, superhuman powers, immortality, hypnotism, memory deletion, poison scent.
Any Other Info: She likes to change her appearance so no one knows what she really looks like. She usually shape shifts according to her mood and likes to play tricks on people. She has a very sadistic personality and hates perfection. Blood is like her wine and her poison because once she gets a whiff of it her lust for it turns into a rampage of death and destruction. So she prefers to take blood tablets, then kill hundreds of people for one night's snack. She can be cruel at time, but is actually a very tender person, if you get to know her long enough. She is searching for her past memories.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 3:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:51 pm
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Gaia Name: Epileptic Rave Party
Name: Damien Alexander
Age: 49 (but looks 21) [He's a youngin']
Race: Vampire
Bio: (Sorry this is gonna be so long, I'm making it up as I go since this is the first time I've made him, and want it to be interesting 3nodding ) Damien used to be a regular guy growing up on the edge of a large city with a boisterous nightlife, also home to a gang that liked causing mischief and destruction when bored. Well liked amongst what peers he accepted as true individuals of the mass populous that tried too hard to fit into the world. His friends told him of a nightclub in the city that had just started becoming popular. Falling to the peer pressure he joined his friends for a night on the town to get away from the stress of schooling and the gang from his side of town. While in the club, he got lost from his group of friends on the dance floor and decided to move to the bar so he'd be easier to find when they had their fill of the night. At the bar he'd met a girl, who he felt had an intoxicating aura about her that drew him in. Spending the better part of an hour conversing with this mysterious girl, he felt quite enticed by her, and was even more drawn in when she said she knew a place in the club they could have to themselves. Making their way to a secluded room with what looked like very luxurious furnishings, Damien felt like nothing could go wrong and he was the luckiest guy out of any of his friends to stumble across such a girl. The night slowly becoming more intimate, he sat on the lush bed his shirt half undone, the girl sat on his lap and leaned over and whispered into his ear 'this'll only hurt for a second'. Puzzled but smirking to himself, he closed his eyes as he felt her lips run down his neck before he felt his whole body flare over as she bit into his neck, even though it did only hurt for a second, it was merely the fact he couldn't feel anything anymore. The girl sat up and looked down at him smiling softly with blood running down her chin. Light headed and staring up at her, he could only think of one thing to say 'my blood better come out of this shirt.' His vision started to blur over, the last thing he remembers from the night is seeing the girl bite into her lip cutting it open and leaning over once more locking her lips with him, he blacked out immediately after. Waking up flat on the bed his legs hanging over the side still he sat up abruptly and whipped his head around looking for the girl he saw last night. Gathering his thoughts he was unsure if what happened was some dream coaxed up by something in his drink or something of that nature, till he started to turn his head again and felt a sudden sting in his neck. Running his fingers along his neck, he felt the two puncture wounds from the night before. Standing from the bed he felt his head pounding vigorously, holding his head and groaning lightly he licked his lips and tasting something peculiar and wiped his hand over them and looked down to see crusted blood, he wasn't sure whose it was anymore but at the moment he didn't care anymore he just wanted to get home and try and forget what'd happened. The club was now empty, he spotted a clock that read it was 5:43pm, he'd been out almost all day. Getting out into the city, he felt like someone threw a flashbang at him as his eyes hurt viciously from the transition from the dark club to the sun outside; as his eyes began adjusting outside he waved down a cab and started making his way back home. As he got into the neighborhood the cabi stopped his car abruptly, Damien's head still pounding, his stomach now growling, he looked up just in time to see the cab drivers door ripped open and someone throw their fist in before dragging the driver from his car. Undoing his belt, he began to move to get out of the vehicle when he was grabbed and tossed from the vehicle onto the cement street. Looking around to get his bearings, he noticed the usual gang from the neighborhood standing around him, as another batch were taking turns at the driver. Getting to his feet he was suddenly rocked in the stomach by one of the gang members. Hunching over coughing lightly, he noticed his stomach violently shudder from hunger, his vision started fading again. Coughing and heaving, his eyes glazed over as he felt like his head was splitting, his jaw felt like he just bit down on firecracker as it went off. His screams of agony made the gang members stagger back, baffled at the sudden reaction from Damien. The pain subsiding, he stood upright, his vision blood red, he looked up to the one who'd slugged him in the stomach, everything became more red, just before he couldn't see anymore he lunged out at the man. Jolting up from where he lay he looked around frantically seeing if any of the gang was still around, to no avail, as he awoke in his room, in his pajamas. He turned to get up from his bed when his head pulsed violently, his head spinning with images he doesn't remember seeing, only making out bits and pieces of when he'd attacked the gang, flashing through the struggle so abruptly he couldn't make anything out till he hit and memory more engraved into his memory. He was looked around him, all of the gang members were lain out on the road, pools of blood beneath them. The cabi driver cowering against his car as Damien looked at him, after he looked towards his house his thoughts began flashing again, washing his blood stained clothes and washing the blood from his face and arms. Panting lightly when everything finally stopped, he looked up and ran towards his bathroom and looked into the mirror turning his head, seeing his bite marks were now two dark rings, but healed over. He staggered back into the wall and just stared into the mirror his thoughts flooding with a million things. Once he finally calmed down long enough he thought about it for a second and smirked lightly. "I think this could actually be fun...." (Okay, I understand some of what I put will irk someone, since there's a few parts in there where the actual happening is debatable. i.e. How one is turned, and mirrors [I hate that one because I don't entirely understand it] So bare with me ^^; I just hope whoever spent the time to read it had as much fun reading it as I did writing it.) Appearance:
Weapons Specialty: CP99 with silver rounds(modified himself, and have his signature engraved in the casings) that he wears in the back of his pants:
Butterflyknife made of silver:
Special Abilities: He is sort of a jack of all trades and loves to create odd items that help him in his life as a vampire. He is learning to alter his perception of time to keep himself out of harms way when getting into a scuffle.
Any Other Info: He's crafted several items for himself, through the connections of friends he had from when he was younger. Through his close friend that has become a nurse, he gets a packet of blood to use for his experimental gum that subsides any sudden hunger while he's out and has no one to feed from. As well as a friend in Optometry who's helped him come up with UV protective contacts, along with a mischievous friend of his who they stumbled across combining an aerosol can, a high level sunblock, and light fragrances (so he doesn't reek of sunblock), in which they've mass produced into pocket sized cans for when he wants to go out and enjoy the life he had in the daytime. Amongst these friends, one of them went into factory work for manufacturing bullets, every once in awhile making several clips of munitions for Damien, stamping Damien's initials into the casings, along with fangs to be funny and mess with him.
(Not sure if this is complete yet but it's what I have so far ^^; Hopefully nothing I add after this is too detrimental)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 1:58 pm
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Name: Sakura Ryann Wunjo Demon
Age: 22, although in human years she would be 7326 Birth date: June 12, 5318 B.C. Birthplace: Unknown as even she has forgotten where she originated from
Gender: Androgynous Height: 5’11” Weight: 150 pounds Hair: Cascading fire that very few can touch without getting burned. Eyes: Purple with green highlights
Distinguishing marks: Dark purple angel wings with black tips and streaks of crimson in them. There are scars over her heart and up her arms. She has four tattoos, a dragonfly over her heart, the trinity on her lower back, a small tribal on the back of her neck, and a king cobra wrapping around her left leg head resting over her pubic bone and tongue flicking out down the other leg. Distinguishing mannerisms: She has a slight stutter when she is feeling pressured. But if she feels anyone around her who she cares for is in danger she becomes a fiery b***h.
Ethnic Origin: Based off of her naturally dark complexion people believe her to come from Egypt or Europe.
Family History: When she was 8(2664) her family kicked her out and then moved away. She has spent most of her life trying to find them again. Until finally when she turned 18(5994) she gave up on her search.
Personality: Shy and withdrawn but extremely protective of the one she gets close too. First impression: On first impression she is cold and distant. Regrets: She regrets spending most of her life trying to find a family that didn’t want her. Vulnerability: She gets extremely anxious around crowds, which causes her stutter to become more pronounced. Prejudices: She dislikes all men because it was her father that kicked her out. Fears: Tunnels, total darkness, and falling.
Most valued possession: Her traveling companion which is a small chameleon scaled dragon reaching up to about her waist which she brought up from egg form(Star).
Skills: She is an adept fighter and marksmen with a staff and bow. With her limited magic she can heal people, animals, and herself. She also likes to sing and dance.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 10:40 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:41 am
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Gaia Name- Sine_Amore Name- Rein (pronounced like rain) Teringail Age- 22 Race- Fae (forest) Appearance-
Bio- Rein is of the fae, which means Wanderlust. While she was born in this forest, she and her family moved on, as is normal for fae. After her parents lost the Wanderlust, she separated from them, continuing her aimless journey on her own. Since that time, she has wandered far and has learned to enjoy just being by herself. She is estranged from people. Not fitting in with elves, vampires, faeries, werewolves, or humans. Weapons-(req.) Her staff as shown in the picture Special-(magic, innate skills, etc) Healing magic of a variety of sorts, some earth magic (due to her being a forest fae), and very handy with a staff. Also, quite flexible for acrobatics and some martial arts if the situation calls for it. Other- She loves animals. All types. She always seems to be able to get along with them quite well. She is a vegetarian.
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