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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:50 pm
Name: Xander Shawn D'Ancanto
Age: 601
Type: Death Dealer
Weapons: Two handguns, several knives made of silver.
Appearance: 6'1" Black hair, Green eyes, Muscular build. Wears black mostly to blend in with the night, like most Death Dealers.
Bio: Xander was born to an aristocratic family. His older sister was shut in by his parents for being artistic and somewhat odd for the time peroid. Xander had another sister, Xandra who was his twin. They were very close and upheld the family traditions to whatever extent that his oldest sister, Kaei, could not. Kaei disappeared in her later teen years and their parents were murdered freakishly. Years later, Xander would find out that it was vampires that took their lives. Xander and Xandra were attacked by a very strong, old vampire and they both were changed in an attempt to fend off the brute. Hailing from France, he left his home and traveled to Tibet where he learned to be a Death Dealer. He traveled throughout Asia killing lycans and remains loyal to the Death Dealers to this day.
He came to New York to slow a growing threat of lycans and hunters.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 7:01 pm
Name: Frederick von Trapp Age: 467 (looks 19) Type: Death Dealer Weapons: Sword Appearance:  Background story: I was born in France in 1590, ironically having a German last name thanx to my father. My mother died when I wad young and my father didn't care for me so he left me when I was 16. When I turned 19 I stopped ageing. I then moved to the U.S in 1908. I lived here sense. Then, I fell in love with a girl, hundreds of years younger, but I couldn't help myself. But, then she left and I couldn't find her after that. I had heard rumors from my friends she had returned, if she did, she didn't want to find me. Then one day.....she showed up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 7:01 pm
Name: Xandra Renee D'Ancanto (pronounced EX-on-drah)
Age: 601
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Sai's are her favorite to work with, but she is accustomed to using a katana as well as two guns in combat, much like her older sister Kaei.
Appearance: 5'9", Midnight black hair, deep emerald green eyes, muscular build. A strikingly beautiful woman, high cheekbones, fuller lips. She loves to be seductive in dress, and loves to hunt young males by seducing them. She wears a lot of deep greens and reds and dark browns like the rest of her family.
Bio: Xandra was born to a family of aristocrats. She has a twin, Xander, and an older sister, Kaei who is also known as Rogue. In the course of family events, she was changed years after her oldest sister had disappeared, and her parents died in a freakish murder where all the blood was drained from their bodies. Xander and Xandra were changed in the same evening after they had been attacked by the same vampire that had taken their sister.
Xandra has trouble controlling her feeding sprees. She will go for quite some time without blood, but will be enveloped by fits of bloodrage. For every bit Deathdealer her brother is, she is Sanguinarian, killing almost for sport, and as an assassin.
Only recently did Kaei, also known as Rogue, find Xandra and bring her to New York where she supposedly hoped to keep an eye on her. She had caused too much of a massacre in France and had moved throughout Europe...that was when Rogue caught wind of the vampire who called herself Xandra.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 1:48 am
Name: Jasie Sloan
Age: Unknown, yet was bitten at age 18 in the seventieth century, and presently looks around the age of twenty-one to twenty-five.
Type: Void Master
Weapons: One Silver Katana with the side inner lining of the sword set in silver, and with an inscription written in Chinese “Wandering Soul”. New century string-bow (Blade: Trinity. Not The Ultraviolet, Yet Regular Bow) The tips are usually set in solid silver, yet Jasie frequently rolls with tip vials that shoot inside it’s target on impact. Both vials are set with either silver nitrate or UV substances. One DarkOPS fighting knife. Two Desert Warrior .45 ACP with dark earth KimPro finish, in a traditional matte black that rest in a crisscross gun holster at her side. Both are equipped with UV and Nitrate bullets and she has a few regular clips for mortal fights.
Appearance: 5'6 with slender yet muscular soft pale skin. Her face is feminine and delicate,
yet strong. Weights in about 110. Long wavy auburn hair that‘s silky and soft to the touch. Eyes the color of the moon, with a deeper gray outlining heightening the color with emotions stirring within.
She wears a family heirloom around her neck, a Garnet. Dark red gem set inside a black metal holster with a silver chain.
Her clothing consist of a black leather trench coat, under that is a leather zip up body suit. A black corset with crimson thread stitched in Celtic symbols. Steel toe boots with a knife conceded inside the sole of the shoe for manger kicking action.
On her left thumb she wears a silver engraved barbwire ring, a black ring on her index and two silver with black stars engraved on her right ring finger. With several piercing, Jasie has her right upper ear pierced twice and both ears pierced usually at the bottom.
Origins: Daughter to a both a mountaineer and Gypsy. Jasie lived most of her childhood in the Montana woods during the seventh century. Then she traveled about, never staying in one place to long. Yet some how the inviting dark essence of New York enticed Jasie, making New York her new residence. For now at least…
Bio: Raised in the country side of Montana near a Gypsy camping ground. Jasie heard many stories and legends of were-wolves and vampires as a child. Never knowing about her late mother’s heritage. Jasie was raised by her father the day she came into the world. Growing up proud and strong of mind, not to mention stubborn. It was safe to say she took after her father where it mattered.
Jasie always felt apart of her was missing. Having a wandering spirit and a curious nature, Jasie stumbled into the Gypsy encampment one faithful evening which regrettably sealed her fate.
The old gypsy woman was said to have the gift of sight. Jasie found the notion intriguing and rather far-fetched, so in disobeying her father. She took off that evening to get her fortune told. But what she didn’t realize, was that her actions lead to the significant and rather essential end to her mortal life. For prowling around in the night’s shadow was her destiny, and even the old gypsy couldn’t stop it from reeking havoc upon her people. Yet ultimately the one she cared most about, Jasie her granddaughter.
Finding out about her heritage, Jasie finally felt the empty void filled. But sadly her happiness was taken from her as a drifter accompanied her back home. He enticed her. Made her hollow promises that were to implausible to be true. Yet innocent and naïve as she was, Jasie got caught up in his web spinning lies and soon felt the kiss of death. Waking up to the scurrying around of an ant, Jasie stumbled about in a panic as she adjusted to her amplified senses. Finding her way back to her Grandmother, Jasie was told about what she had become and the price at which it cost in being one. She had a choice, live with it or kill herself now. Either way Jasie’s grandmother blessed her and advised and lectured before she sent her away. Jasie was no longer human, and for that reason she was to be hunted down and killed by her grandmother’s people. Jasie understood the terms and responsibilities of her new. She was to live a lonely life filled with life and death being the wielding tools she held at the palms of her hands. Jasie only had a few days left among the sunlight, and for that she was grateful for. The ones she had to leave behind brought her falling to her knees in sorrow. Looking down, Jasie gazed into the babbling brook shocked at the person looking back at her. She didn't even recognize herself, she was now a mere shell of who she was. Splashing the reflection in the water, Jasie stood up knowing she would never see that person again. All she had now was memories. Finding a soft patch of leaves, Jasie laid down and fell swiftly into the darkness of sleep. In the morning, she awoke with a new purpose to life. One she hoped would help her keep walking the lonely life ahead of her. One she yearned to be different than what her grandmother told her it would be.
Personality: Intelligent, witty at times, yet a b***h when provoked. Loner by choice, with attitude and spunk. Usually walks away from a fight as it is pointless and generally attracts unwanted attention.
“lead me not into temptation, I can find it myself."
"Reborn in darkness I do not fear the light... haunted creatures that stalk the night."
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 8:43 am
Name: Isabella Miroko Age: 451 Type: Deathdealer Weapons: Various guns and throwing daggers Appearance:  Background story: Isabella was born into a poor family, her father a mere merchant. One day she fell in love with one of her fathers most important costumers. He was a strange customer, requesting that all his merchandise and meetings be after nightfall. It was electrifying, they loved each other with a passion like no other, but there was always a wall between them. Whenever she asked about his past, or other peculiarities he would get offensive and angry. So she left it alone. One night after a meeting with her father, their store was attacked. Lycans had found out that her father was doing business with a prominent vampire of the region and wanted to put a stop to it. Her father and two elder brothers were murdered, while she, her mother, and younger sister fled to the protection of her lover. The next night, she awoke to her love in the bed next to her; he began to ask questions of loyalty and what she would be willing to do for him. Of course she told him she would do anything for him. That night he turned her into a vampire, and told her to slaughtered her family. He told her they would make her weak and get in the way. In a newborn frenzy she killed them both. Months passed into years and years into decades. He taught her to hone her abilities, and to control her hunger. Then one night he left her with no other explanation than he was sick of her. Her heart broke, but her vengeance doubled. She never saw him again, but vowed that she find him and when she did she would kill him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 6:21 pm
Name: Alexi Armonov
Age: 854
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Two M92F Sidearms (8mm caliber, 18 round clip). Assortment of knives ranging from 3 inches to about a foot, two of which have silver edging. Large Zweihander with silver edging (More of a family heirloom then a real weapon, but useful for when close in engagements occur. Silver edging was added when it was reforged in 1376)
Appearance: A large man, standing about 6 feet (Almost a giant for his times), he has the standard Aryan build advertising his German heritage. Short cropped blond hair with blue eyes and about 190 lbs. Well muscled due to physical exertion from his life. Wears jeans and a t shirt along with a black trench coat (For concealment). Looks to be early twenties.
Background story: The year of our lord 1174 AD, Italy. Alexi gazed across the battle field at the enemy. They called themselves the Lombard League, and resisted the rule of the great emperor Frederick Barbarosa. If only Henry had not with held reinforcements. The Grand Imperial Army faced defeat. Alexi took the moments before the final engagement, perhaps the last moments of his life, to reflect. He knew that his brother was in the army somewhere. Standing to inherit, while Alexi would get nothing. It didn’t matter if his family were only minor nobility, this was not fair! Alexi knew his brother would give him nothing. Perhaps if he could of made himself a name he would get somewhere. But after 5 years fighting in the Imperial Army he had nothing to show. And now it looked like he would have nothing yet again. The blood he spilt meant nothing.
He had planned on going to the holy lands. There you could become something, but even slow as it was, news filtered through, the holy lands were in trouble. Jerusalem under threat. Every path was closed to Alexi. Perhaps he should die in this battle. It would make things much simpler. But no, those thoughts led to damnation, the Bible taught that it was a sin to even think like that.
The horns blared, men yelled. Alexi’s horse bucked. It was time for one more charge, hopefully to hurt the Lombards enough so that the Imperial Army could retreat. The sound of charging cavalry was like thunder. A thousand hooves bearing to weight of men in heavy mailed suits smashed into the ground. In front of them, the army of the Lombard League, its own cavalry in charge. Arrows raced between the two armies as they thundered forward. Most missed. Most of those that found a mark bounced of. A few got through. Alexi cried out as an arrow found a weak link in his armor. He hadn’t the time to repair it since the beginning of the battle. His left arm slumped, useless, the shield falling from his grasp. But Alexi was existing on adrenaline now. He couched his lance and leaned forward. The charging formations clashed with the sound of screams and blades. Alexi unhorsed one Lombard, his lance going right through the man’s armor and sticking. With his wound, Alexi didn’t have the strength to hold on. He pulled his blade as the two lines went past and circled for another charge. He held it forward in preparation as he kicked his horse to gallop again.
The two lines met again with a second clash. There was a rider, still with lance heading straight toward Alexi. Alexi knew he couldn’t avoid it and tried to bring up his shield. The shield that was no longer there, lost before he had even clashed into them enemy knights for the first time. Alexi’s eyes widened in fear. This was the end, he knew it. He could almost see the smile on his enemy’s face. He wondered where his slayer had come from? Maybe it was Milan, or Balogna, or even Padua. Then it didn’t matter as his was thrown from his horse from the impact, the lance easily sliding into his chest. Funny. It didn’t hurt at all. Then everything faded.
Alexi awoke, strangely without pain. Though he felt different. He searched around. There was a ceiling. A high ceiling. Since when had that happened? Where was he anyways? The last thing he remembered was his death. Perhaps this was purgatory. Or perhaps this was where God judged. Alexi hoped that he had been faithful enough, but feared he was not. He tried to sit up, but was over come by dizziness.
“Careful Alexi, your wounds have yet to fully heal.”
Heal? What did that mean? It took a minute before Alexi realized he was alive. He felt elated. But how? Unless God or one of the saints intervened. Then he wondered about the voice. “Are you a saint?” Alexi asked.
The man laughed long and hard. “Ha! That is the first time anyone accused me of being a saint. But no I’m not a saint. My name is Christof. I am a relative of yours actually.”
A relative? Alexi knew no Christofs. Of course that wouldn’t be too strange. Many families were related in odd ways. “I am sorry, but I don’t know of you. From which family do you hail?”
“Yours actually. The first of yours in fact. Before there was even a Holy Roman Empire.”
That was strange. The Holy Roman Empire was an old kingdom, though perhaps not so powerful until Barbarossa took the throne. “You would have to be very old then…” Alexi turned his head toward the man. He didn’t look old. Perhaps 27 or 28.
“Oh don’t worry Alexi, I am. Probably the oldest person you have ever met. But not that you will ever meet now. Think off me as your great great great great grandfather or something.”
Alexi was thouroughly confused now, he tried to rise again, no more successful then the first time.
“I told you, your wounds have yet to fully heal. You are young yet, so still vulnerable.”
“What does that mean?”
The man sighed. “I have what you may call a weakness for family. Especially you Alexi, you remind me of myself at your age. Though perhaps I should of asked your permission first. But then again, had I tried, you’d be dead. You should be dead anyways. I am surprised you lasted until night fall.”
Alexi felt a sort of dread closing on his heart. What was this man talking about? “What in the name of God did you do to me?”
Christof smiled sadly. “Welcome to your second life Alexi. Welcome to the hidden world of vampires.”
Thus it began for Alexi. An old vampire, but still a wild one. It took several years for Alexi to come to terms with what he had become. He committed atrocities in those years that still affect him today, though for different reasons. Always Christof was there to clean up the mess. Always until 1422 when Christof and Alexi were trapped by a hunter, a powerful Inquisitor named Lucius Marill. He had over 3 dozen men with him. And he had powerful magics. Fully 18 men died before Christof fell to the holy man, buying Alexi time to escape. The Marill family then hounded Alexi through centuried until Alexi killed off the last scion of the family in 1873 Paris.
Alexi is well known in Eastern Europe. He is thought to be reckless and wild. Alexi however is a firm believer in the covens. And he has acted as an enforcer of law many times, despite his tendency to bend laws just a bit.
Unlike Christof, Alexi prefers not to lead. Nor does he enjoy following. He tends to keep to himself. But with the few friends he has made over the centuries, he is fiercely loyal, going to extreme extents for revenge, like the massacre of a German military convey in 1943.
Other then that he prefers not to come into conflict. The few true encounters he’s had with werewolves usually end badly, thus he is always prepared, but he will usually avoid them when possible unless they directly threaten something he cares for.
Alexi is actually quite new to the United States, having arrived fleeing a powerful group of hunters in 1993. Luckily he framed his own demise in London, allowing himself to be blown off a pier when the hunters attacked his haven. He started in Miami, and has slowly traveled up from there, arriving in New York just recently. Here he hopes to settle down for a few decades, before moving on once again. Perhaps east.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 10:38 pm
Name: Oni-Maru; Nickname: Scratch; Alias: Shin Daitsume
Age: 429
Type: Voidmaster
Weapons: spiked and clawed gauntlets, kodachi, tanto, kunai-gata, shuriken, caltrops, blowgun.
Appearance: Oni-Maru stands at 6'2", with red hair, and red eyes. His skin is completely pale, with red tattoos adorning his body. His face is lean, giving off his Japanese birth. He weighs in at 182 lbs., and looks to be 23 years old. His eyes burn with a passionate fury, almost unbridled hatred.
He usually wears plated armour on his right arm, and fishnets on his chest, spanning down his left arm. His right deltoid, pectoral, and shoulder blade are also covered with armoud, strapped on with a belt connecting to the belt on his waist. He wears ninja gi pants, tucked into his plated tabi, and his left forearm is armoured like his right, but no higher than the elbow. The plates of his armour are all black, as is his fishnet shirt.
Background story: Oni-Maru was trained in the Fuma clan of ninja. He became a powerful jonin, but never was bestowed the name of Kotaro. He was, instead, given the name Oni-Maru, meaning 'Perfect Daemon.' Though it was not Kotaro, he was still pleased to recieve the title he did. On a mission to attempt to kill a local lord, he was ambushed by a pair of vampires who were incredibly thirsty. They turned the ninja, and Oni-Maru woke two nights later, in an inn, covered in blankets, in a closet.
Rising from the ground, he found his way back to the Fuma clan. He was welcomed home, for the Kotaro knew exactly what had happened to him. The Kotaro spoke to Oni-Maru, explaining what he was now, and convinced Oni-Maru to turn the Kotaru. After two years, having learned as much about his powers as he could, he turned his Kotaru. Oni-Maru left the Fuma shortly after that. Now that he was immortal, he wished to travel, getting a spirit of wanderlust.
Notes: Oni-Maru is a very physically fit vampire, but one on one with a well trained Sanguinarian, he wouldn't win on physical prowess alone.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 3:08 pm
Name: Amethyst Jade Romanov a.k.a: Thorn among the lillies, Miss Murder Age: looks 15 is really 200 years old Type: Death Dealer Weapons:   Appearance:  her eye colour:  Background story: Amala was born in to a high society family was bitten at age 15 by a vampire who was told about her blood smelling diffrent to others, maybe because she was from a higher class and had grown fond of drinking a beverage called chocolate. The vampire made her his living doll. She killed the vampire after he decided she would be better used as a doxie for her big round eye's and beautiful looks. Her clothes barely changed with the times. She is an excellent fighter.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 8:37 am
Name: Samuel Harcker
Age: 598 Type: Is mostly a Deathdealer, but can be driven to Voidmaster by anger or an intense hunger for blood. Weapons: Samuel has two Desert Eagles, with silver bullets. He also has two katanas that are made of pure silver. He is very skilled with both of these weapons. Appearance:http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d17/ElMikle/YoungLeon1.jpghttp://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d17/ElMikle/lastat4nu.jpgBackground story[Be detailed!]: Samuel was born a full blooded vampire. He lived in a small mostly peaceful village until one awful day. A clan of hunters came and burnt his whole village to the ground. They took Samuel as a servant though. The hunters beat him and treated him harshly. They wouldn't feed him anything, and he would have to run away to get food. The hunters always found him again, and would treat him worse than before. After about ten years, a clan of lycans raided the hunter village. They took Samuel as their servant as well. All this, made Samuel angrier and angryer. He felt a deep hatred for the hunters and lycans. One day, Samuel found that he could use the darkness and shadows. He was about one hundred by now. He trained for fifty years secretly until he took his revenge. Samuel destroyed the entire village, and then wandered the Earth until now. He is a very dark vampire, who hates the humans and lycans. He will kill them just for a laugh. Samuel is extremely evil, and can only be calmed down by the rain. (shown in the 1st picture) He also prefers women to feast on, but will eat whoever. In Samuel entire life, he has never let a meal live. He always feasts and then burns the body. The reason for this is that he believes it is an honor to be a vampire. The honor, to him, shouldn't be given to his prey. Note from Rikku: Please edit the parts in italics. Vampires cannot reproduce so you would have had to be turned, not born a vampire.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:45 pm
((Deceased))
Name:Zarathos Age:283 Type biggrin eathdealer Weapons:9mm,Katana, throwing knives,throwing stars,grenades,two daggers,Springfield 30 aut 6 rifle(Doesn't always carry with him),.50 magnum,his hand to hand training,and his dashing good looks. Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]:At the age of twenty Spencer Whyat was just your average happy guy who had it all.Money,friends,family,and even love.But the night of his twenty first birthday he was attacked by an unknown assailant.When he awoke he lost control of himself and soon he found himself feeding off of his own family.After this he couldn't stand to stay there...Or face what he had done.Last known residents was New York city.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 5:30 pm
 Name: Lucifer Dracule III
Age: 541
Type: Sanguinarian
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 120 pounds
Weapons: 2x 9mm Pistols - Named Trust and Virtue, these are custom pistols built for Lucifer and are his standard weapons. They normally use standard bullets, but can be equipped with explosive and incendiary rounds when needed. 2x Short Blades - Small swords that Lucifer carries on the back of his waist. Nothing really special about them and are mostly used to defend and attack a foe using close combat weapons. Crimson Rose- A cursed sword of which Lucifer possesses. He created this blade by sacraficing his mentor, William Fullon, and placing his essence into a sword that had been passed down through his family, transforming it into his deadliest weapon. It has a black blade with red markings on it similiar to the ones on Lucifer's body and has a vampire skull on the hilt guard that has a never ending bloodflow. This sword is summoned whenever Lucifer called for it and can only be truely wielded by him. Weighs a hefty 60 pounds!
Abilities: Vast intelligence, The Seven Marks (Read Below), Beserker Form, Sharpened Senses, Standard Vampiric Powers.
The Seven Marks - Special markings on the Vampire's body which grant the user 7 special abilities, one for each mark.
1. Blood Manipulation - The unique ability to manipulate blood and in a wide variation of ways.
2. Cursed Weapon - This allows the user to create only one cursed weapon (ever) using a sacrafice. Is later used to summon the weapon.
3. Unknown
4. Unknown
5. Unknown
6. Unknown
7. Beserker Form - Like most Sanguinarian vampires, his bloodlust can drive him insane and empower him with tremendous strength. However, this individual can enter a state of change, causing him to become more powerful, but at the cost of his mental control. This form only last about 30 seconds to a minute and is usually used without the user knowing.
Personality: Lucifer comes off quiet cold and sarcastic, especially in battle. It's very rare for emotions to be noticed within Lucifer and is usually kept to himself. To his friends, he is most trusting and will do almost anything to assist them in times of need, stating back to customs of his upbringing. While hunting for prey and feeding, he can come off as ruthless and as a true killer.
Appearance: Lucifer has long silverish-white hair, that he usually keeps tied in the back. His eyes are blood-red and are always vigilant. He has a long and lean build with sharp features and an almost perfect body. His skin is almost purely white, sometimes comparable to his own hair. Random fact: His tongue is much longer than normal, but you wouldn't know unless you've seen it for yourself as it only seems normal.
History: Lucifer was born in 1466 to his parents Lucifer Dracule II and Victoria Wingates in the country of France. From an early age, he was said to be gifted with intelligence and was made sure my his family that he be put to proper schooling. He came from a royal family, but the only problem with that was his family was hated throughout all of France. It was at the age of 10 that he walked into the main room of his house to find his parents slaughtered, the room covered in blood.
It was from them on that he lived with his uncle, finishing what schooling he could and learning common arts as well. At the age of 19 his uncle died and he left to wonder around France. Along the way he met a young woman by the name of Merideth Louis, an attractive and intelligent woman that came from moderate backgrounds. The two later married by the time Lucifer was 22. They enjoyed a happy marriage, that is until an unfortunate night. Merideth had been out for a day on a trip to her brother's house, and Lucifer had been worried about her being late getting home. She later arrived home, but was acting strange the whole day, not going outside, not speaking, not reallying doing anything. But, once night rolled around and Lucifer was lying in bed, she pounced on him. She held him down like he was paper under a paperweight and she toyed with him. She did this for hours until she finally fed from him, taking almost all of his blood. It was after that when she regained control of herself, and in a last ditch effort to save him, she gave him her blood, transforming him into a vampire.
When Lucifer awoke, he knew that he was different, he knew that he had become a vampire. The thirst ravaged within him, but he refused to give into it for he still clung to humanity. This lasted for a while, until it caused him to snap, resulting in him murdering and feeding from multiple people. But it was during this time that he ran into another vampire, William Fullon. William got him under control and asked if he would become his apprentice. For you see, Lucifer had within him powers known as The Seven Marks, dark powers that are within few vampires even today, and possess very strange and dark powers. Lucifer agreed and he was taken under Williams wing for 100 years, learning everything William knew and more. William was a very dark vampire, and his influence on Lucifer was very strong, changing Lucifer into the cold vampire he is today. After learning everything there was to know from him, Lucifer tricked him, using him in a sacrafice to form the Crimson Rose. After this, Lucifer went to study the world and to further understand what he truely was. He grew very wise over the many years of his life and eventually began to lose some of the coldness that William had put into him. He currently resides within New York, continuing his study of the world.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:46 pm
Name: Bellemiere Riems (Belle) Age: 167 (appears 23) Type: Pyschic Weapons: Two silver daggers, a single shot gun, and her favourite is a simple silver, long bladed knife with a wooden handle, and writing on the blade. Hand crafted with much care. Appearance:  Bellemiere dresses mostly in black and grey jeans and a white tank top. She wears a belt where she keeps her gun and her knife, and black boots where her two daggers are strapped. She wears an opal ring set in gold on her right hand, and another golden ring set with four small pearls on her left. Around her neck she wears a locket on a golden chain, its very simple, no designs, however there is writing on the inside, but no picture. She always leaves her hair down, and if hunting will sometimes pull it into a low loose ponytail. Background story:Bellemiere was born to a wealthy family in the victorian era. Born in a time when women had little rights, Belle was a very timid girl. When she was sixteen her parents married her into another wealthy family. However, married life was not as Bellemiere expected, her husband mostly ignored her, he showed her no love or appriciation. At times her husdand would yell at her, or make rude comments, denying her any touch, or hope. She began searching elsewhere until she found Edward, a very handsome esteemed man, who appeared new in the town. He was passionate and strong, and Bellemiere was intrigued by him. At first she only enjoyed his company, as close friends, able to talk about anything, but soon that friendship grew into something more. Intrigue became want and passion, and a friendship grew into love. Finally Edward told Bellemiere the truth, that he would not age, that there was a reason she would only see him at night. Vampire. Edward had expected Bellemiere to push away from him to fear him, but it had only made her love him more. She begged him to change her, so that they could leave the pain of her life behind, and join a new place where they could be together forever. He accepted, and that night they left her town, and her life behind for New York. At first, Bellemiere and Edward stayed by themselves, but soon they began to join up with other vampires, and began to make more friends. When attacked by lycans one night, and watching many of their new friends be killed. Edward and Bellemiere together began training, at first to defend themselves if attacked again, and then to avenge their fallen friends. They fought well together, and actually enjoyed the life as a deathdealer, but a sudden attack took Edward from her one night, and Bellemiere fell into a depression. She was lost without the one person who had showed her love, and nearly gave herself completely to the void. On the edge of shadow, sometimes she would float back to normal, aware of life, until she realized Edward was not there. Then once again she put herself into the darkness trying to reach out for him. It took a long time before she was brought back, fifteen years, and then still she seemed more on the edge of oblivion then attached to reality. She started to train her mind more. Her time spent in the darkness had given her less strength physically, and more power in her magic. She was cloaked in it. She began studying, history, philosophy, culture, psychology, anything she could get her hands on. Giving herself as more of a scholar then a fighter. Using her powers for prophecy, and magic rather then in blood. Personality:Bellemiere is a very strong and at times stubborn individual. However she is distant with reality, and may not even react to a situation very quickly. She has a strong temper, when it is actually lost, but a strong control and hold on herself as well. She is rather respectful to her superiors, but is not a suck up, she has choosen not to bow to anyone. She lives alone mostly without friendship, and has chosen to stay that way. Belle is actually a very gentle person, at times quiet and mysterious, which can be very intimidating when first meeting her. She appears cold and distant mostly. Strength:Her strength lies in her intelligent nature, and her ability to camoflauge into shadows. Weakness:Bellemiere's weakness is her gentle nature, and her physical strength.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 9:36 am
Name: i'm known to others as Destiny Age: 666 Type: voidmaster Weapons: the darkness, the shadows Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]: I was turned a long time ago. At first i thought it was a curse, for i would never again be able to see the light of day. My loved ones would grow old and eventually die, while i lingered on, unable to age and unable to die, for i was already dead in a way. I fell into the darkness that others like me had fallen into. It consumed me like a predator consumes its prey. It wasn't before long that i discovered my power, discovered that the darkness needn't be my enemy. By the time i re-emerged, the world had changed. It was no longer the world i remembered. But i adapted to this strange new world, and was able to co-exist within it. Now i search for a place where i can be amongst my kin, a place where i can rest without fear of being attacked by a lycan, or a mortal with a grudge. Is this the place i seek?
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