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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:33 pm
DEMON PROFILES Quote: Name: Sanctus ex Murmur Alias: Sanctus Age: Nearly as old as existence itself Appearance: http://black-wyverness.deviantart.com/art/Sanctus-ex-Murmur-123948216 About 5'9" in height, his lean build is concealed beneath a formal dress suit. The features of his face are softly crafted though his darkly colored eyes are sharp and cunning. The sides of his raven-black hair are pulled back into a braid, wound around his skull and clipped at the back, finishing off as a braided extension. The rest of his hair is cut at his ankles. He wears white gloves and a tie over his dress shirt, beneath a black topcoat which is split in the middle at the back like a swallowtail. Demonic Appearance (angel): (Picture is underway.) He retains his mortal appearance, but his eyes shift to the striking golden sheen of an eagle's eyes, and glowing golden runes scrawl over his body with the seal of Great Duke Murmur ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murmur_(demonology)/) beset in his forehead. Nearly ethereal wings, black with white-tipped plumes, span out at 15 feet combined. The tips of his hair are also washed in white. Demonic Appearance (gryphon): (Picture is underway.) This is his true form. Being one of the oldest of Great Duke Murmur's mounts, he is a massive gryphon, a beast with the head and torso of a bird and the lower body of a lion. From foot to shoulder he is 4'9", from chest to hindquarters he is 6 feet, and a 5-foot tail lashes behind him. His wingspan is 15 feet. His form is firm and powerful, his sleek and carefully groomed feathers and fur a deep raven black. The tip of his wings are white. The tuft at the end of his tail is white, and his underbelly is white. His hooked beak and avian legs are golden, his claws black. Random feathers and furs along his body are golden. Personality: The prospect of Sanctus ex Murmur possessing a personality is questionable, but there can be no denying it exists. By default he is a peaceful individual with a strangely ravenous appetite. He bears no shyness toward anyone and his forte is conversation. He is an extremely inquisitive person who never appears to have his own actual opinion, and when conflict comes to him he often avoids it. He may not be shy, but he is secretive, taking care to steer clear of direct answers. He is oftentimes generous and giving, though he withdraws those privileges from anyone whose intentions lie in bringing him harm. Sanctus is usually very content. Ignorance quickly sets him off, and when forced to do battle he is ruthless and usually without mercy. History: Countless eons ago, there was once nothing. Within a span of time that current time systems would consider as a few days, the earth and waters were made, and life was given with them. And angels and man were made, and all rejoiced. But a rebellion followed hence and from the heavens were fallen angels cast. Demons followed the legacy of the fallen angels. With his fellows was Great Duke and Earl Murmur given rise, and with his rise came the faithful steeds upon which he rode: the gryphons. His first and most faithful gryphon was always by his side. Always, ready to bear his master across the fields of Hell, proudly skimming the rocks as the banner of Murmur fluttered overhead. He stayed by his master for so long that he began to comprehend that which the Great Duke taught: philosophy. The Great Duke endowed wisdom upon he who sought it, but he did so through trial and tribulation. His faithful mount and familiar learned to do the same. Through his age and through the occult, the gryphon developed an advanced conscience of his own, learning speech, learning thought and pattern, learning magick, until it was made possible for him to take on his own humanlike form. His proud master treated as though he was a vassal and gifted with him a name worthy of his status. "Sanctus ex Murmur" — holy by Murmur. And there were many other gryphons for the master to ride, thus Sanctus was set free to do as Philosophy bid and to do what he willed. Weapons: In his gryphon form, he has his bare claws and beak. In his non-gryphon forms, he may have a sword cane equipped — a sword hidden within a cane. In all forms, Sanctus can warp reality and create illusion, but he is incapable of any direct damage with this ability. Quote: Name: Erehk
Alias:
Age: 19
Appearance: Erehk is a typical catboy. Furry ears and a furry tail are often in plain sight, as he makes little to no effort to try and hide them. Wears loose jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, the arms usually rolled up. He has white hair, his tail ending in a black tip. Small claws sprout from his fingers and toes. Erehk has heterochromia, different colored eyes, one blue and one green, but he wears brown contacts to hide it. Also is known to wear a hoody way to large for him, the arms hanging well past his hands.
Demonic Appearance: None
Personality: Tries to be serious, but usually ends up just being really cute. Erehk is easily distracted, and will quickly abandon a fight if something small comes up, such as a mouse, or a ball of yarn. Not an instigator, he generally just makes fun of people he doesn't like. Has a tendancy to say Nya~ before and after sentances.
History: Erehk can't remember his history; to him, he has come into this world as a 17-year-old catboy who happened to know what modern times were like. I.e, how to talk, what to eat, how the general population acted, ect. He can only remember the past two years of his life, and that he found a bank safety deposit box key, with a lot of money in it. Until recently, he ignored the world around him and just had fun.
Weapons: Although small, Erehk's claws are razor sharp. He uses his cat-like reflexes and flexibility to his advantage, but is by no means a strong fighter. Quote:
Name: Æmreic Deadra Wyvern
Alias (if applicable): Merlin, Rasputin, Millennium earl.... every person that had a bad influence on politics(or reputed to be a sorcerer). Emmy is his official nickname
Age: 800 or so.
Appearance:Demonic Appearance:Personality : He's sly, and often brutal. He prefers to torture people to death than give them a easy out. He's also prone to a mood swing or two every century.
History: Commonly known as most of the most influential 'sorcerers' and is often hated for what he had done on earth. Most images of 'Dragons' in myth appeared because of him. He makes a point to stay in his tower, mainly because most of dragon kind was wiped out, along with a bulk of Wyvern kind. He was the 12th generation of Wyvern. If you cant tell, he had a clumsy youth. At the moment, He is considered the greatest Mage in hell, a side from the lord Mephistopeles, his mentor for near 400 years. Though, with his queen, his distant cousin, movement up to the surface, he has decided to come out of his tower.
Weapons (if any): He carries a stave in hell, and when on earth, the stave hangs from his wrist as a small charm till he calls it.
Abilities: spell casting, of course. Shape shifting. sixth sense precognition
Quote: Name: Ceonarus Alias (if applicable): Ceon Age: three million Appearance: (coming soon) Demonic Appearance: (coming soon) Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Hardheaded, romantic, pissed off at the world and heaven History: Ceon was once one of the lucky anegls that came to earth instead of being sent to hell when Lucifer lost the great battle of heaven and hell. Ceon traveled the world, trying to make up for what he did. But no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he gained no respect, not a single true friend. Tired of living this painful life. He sacrificed himself and his angelic form to become the demon he was meant to be. Weapons (if any): Silver claymore, two uzis, and a sawed-off shotgun Quote: Name: Lazarus Isgaidan Age:700  Personality: Calm and Collected. Normaly Cold though he tends to have his own streak to him. He's truly unreadable in this aspect from all of his years in hell though one could only truly know from interacting with him at length. History:Legends are those that live beyond their time told by word of mouth and the script written by hand. Old wise men and storytellers may speak of them while other younger hot-blooded men might revel in their stories before the fires of their people. Legends tell of great stories and scaled battles, daring feats, and challenges unheard of. All of these things describe a hero of legend and consequently they describe fallen heroes as well. Such men live for the praise of their people and strive to be the best that they can be so that they may protect them with all of their heart and soul. Others it happens by happenstance due to their very nature. Some of them fall from grace. I was one of the latter in my people's eyes on both accounts. The way of the blade marks that which my people followed. Let thy heart show with every strike and parry. Every ring of steel on steel should echo your soul and the resilience that is your being. Let it show thy intentions and mark thou as thou art...and never fall to the temptation that is power. My people were broken into sects of the planet on the plane we existed in until it was destroyed long ago. Many knighthoods and septs of the blade and fist came to signify our culture. It was but one thing that bound us together. I belonged to one such sept of the blade and dagger, a protectorate amongst my race. I danced the daggers with grace and skill, strong amongst them and courageous by their standards. Honor marked my stride as did the pride of having it until the demon Malificient came to be. This demon was the bane of our existence, ruling over his armies of death and power. He wished to transform us into his own warriors to bend to his will but he knew us too resilient for such a thing. Our people were too long bound to our ways and too honorable to be twisted by his tricks and so he would eventually wage war against us so that he might force us into his servitude. I led the first protectorate squads of the Hades Territories by choice...such a fool I was. My men and I saw first battle against Malificient's power, a terrible thing. He rattled us to the very core. We fell that day in more ways than one. I fell to his own blade, that obsidian sheen of energy that made of his own unlife force. They said that when it pierced the heart it tainted it and drew out the wicked temptations of the mind and so it did to me. He killed me that day, but I rose anew. I became a general of his armies with the skills of a Niendali, my clan, to back it. We were taught in my time not to wield the blade unless our intent was to kill but to use the dagger for protection and disablement. In these days my blade danced with a sheen of blood and none that met it lasted long enough to tell the tale. My people began to fall faster with every loss. Malificient gained knowledge of us through every soul he managed to twist and he used this to his advantage and what was truly sad was....that I followed him every step of the way at the crook of his finger. I was but a puppet to his whim, no longer Niandali at heart but instead a twisted form of what I once was. I lead the death squads of the Azra Bokai through Antares, slaughtering the warriors of the Royal blood. So hard did they fight to no avail for they fought their own people...and their own brothers and sisters. In the end, I gazed into the eyes of Lord D'navino myself with cold hatred marked by my new master as I drove that wicked blade into his heart. The pure king laid his hands on me in that passing moment and wept for my soul. He wept for all who had fallen in those final moments and died a final death that those of us could never truly achieve anymore in our twisted states. His mortal tears softened the darkness in my heart and set into a pattern that over millenia might one day crack the shell of evil that consumed me.....but not then. If ever I felt remorse during my actions it was then in those moments of truth but i'd move on stronger than I had been before with the strength of his soul powering my blade. My power derived at this point solely on my own but in time I would be bestowed a portion of the demonic armies that Malificient had to offer. They were endless it seemed with strength numbering high on the standards of the known levels of hell. The demon lord had truly gained much strength in his time and all of those who fell to him were ultimately his. My reign over these creatures was that of an iron grip, holding them in check with brute force belying my own nature. These regions of hell would know my name and face. Beings would tremble by my name and I reveled in it. Only in time could I ever come to learn just how wrong it all was....and just how horrible I was for committing the acts that I would.  The year nears passed now to a time when warriors have arisen. True heroes of legend walk the lands of the planes...and Earth...protecting it from the evil that lurks beyond every corner. I would witness the one known as Senrazi Jachimm on his travel through hell, marking his progress with a dark desire to be once again what he was. I would in turn put my hand into some of the very events that made his path all the more treacherous during his time heading back to fight the enemy of his people and so I would lay low through that time, biding myself as I observed the hero of heroes. Time passed and I all but forgot about that man, leading myself deeper and deeper into hell for to the heart of the darkness before being stopped by Malificient. He began to fear my strength and hated me for it by now even knowing my oaths never come broken. It was now that after seeing the good in the warriors of the present day and their hardship that the gift Lord D'navino bestowed on me would break the evil shell of my heart and shatter it a hundred fold. I felt true remorse for all of the years I had walked the path of sin and damnation. I couldn't let those of the Azra Bokai know though...for they'd slay me before I could truly save them from the wickedness that had consumed them. With destruction of the evil within I lost much power. They'd come to see it in time but for now I held it, waiting for that chance. It was now that the one known as the the Holy One, Father Victor Belmont came across me in the realms of Hell. A true man of legend he would be with a mighty smoking mace. I could sense something in his heart, something good about his person that perhaps none in Hell could truly understood. His mace blew through the levels of hell, resounding like a wave of wrought fury and strength when his wards did not work for him that only one who truly knew such a thing could have imagined. Something fueled him through the darkness and I couldn't help but follow his path. His mace won over my own blade and so I was his though I had been long to the code of the Protectorate squads. This may have brought more trouble unto us in these times as Malificient was furious at the defection of one of his Generals but in the end I could but follow for it was where my heart truly led. A deeper yearning for the light filled it, and this man was like a beacon in the depths of darkness. When the time came, his being shimmered and dissapeared from Hell through the portal he'd come through, back to whence he came after his mission had been accomplished in my world. I hesitated here, knowing well Earth from what I had learned....unsure if it was a place I should truly go if there were men such as him that could vanquish me. But I chose my path and stepped through that shining portal to reawaken in my human form in this city...a new home...and possibly a new beginning though my heart was still tainted. In time the prophets would have spoken my path true to Damnation to follow back along the path of Demons but not under the Lord Malificent. Weapons: Two daggers that he keeps at his side and a long sword on his back. The sword expands into a massive blade of Obsidian on transformation. The red tinged pieces along his armor also work as expanding steel heated blades that react on the use of his power. Quote: Name: Destiny Serena Yamira Dreyson
Alias (if applicable): The Dark Goddess (or angel). Midnight (Her assassin name)
Age: unknown
Appearance:
Human
Assassin Appearance
Demonic Appearance:
Stage One
Stage Two (with dark red eyes)
Final Stage
Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): She usually seems calm, very mature, and perfect. She has excellent manners and is very polite. But she seems detached and sometimes, angry or emotionless. She's pretty much independent and doesn't trust easily.
History: Not much can be said about her past... She is the oldest of her clan of shapeshifter demons known as Jaguars. Yes, she can shapeshift. She has a grudge against humans because of the... 'incidents' in the past the cost the instinction of her race. SHe is the last of her clan and race. She now works as an assassin who has her own agenda someitmes. When she goes to work as an assassin, she seems to be a totally different person. 'Midnight'. But she does have a concious. SHe doesn't really trust anybody or any race. She has different stages of her appearance. You could say she is neither good nor evil.
Weapons (if any): Daggers, sword, gun, etc. Quote: Name: Yazoo Suzume Alias: Sparrow (Because of her last name) Age: Unknown Appearance:  Demonic Appearance:  Personality: Yazoo is slightly distant from people, and is very quiet, most of the time. She speaks only when spoken to and she is very well mannered. She makes friends easily, and makes enemies even easier. She can be vengeful and hell-bent when she's angry, or kind and whole-hearted when she's calm. History: Yazoo was born in Kyoto, Japan and abandoned at a young age by her family. She lived in an orphanage, but for some mysterious reason, the whole building flooded, drowning everyone inside it, except for one little girl; Yazoo Suzume. She was bounced around in many foster homes and orphanages for many years, traveling all over Japan, to Africa, to Russia and finally, to Los Angeles, where she stayed. She always knew she was different from everyone else, because she had always been able to control or manipulate the water around her. Her main reason for being placed in so many different places, was because she'd frightened her hosts with her abilities. Finally she ran away and became one of the many mysterious beings inside of Los Angeles. Weapons: Demon wise - Water manipulation/control. Object wise - A masamune [a rather long katana] that she has strapped to her back. Quote: ((Editing sorry about the seemingly random crap popping up been too lazy to edit)) Name: Yami K'Meric (Took Maren's last name when he married her because he didn't have one.) Alias: Yellow-eyed Devil, The Dark Seraphim, and among demon lore he is known as The Traitor and The Yellow-Eyed King Age: Unknown, existed before light came to the world Appearance: Human Appearance Hair non-fluffy Wolf Form Wolf Form Picture 2Devil Appearance: His skin turns pitch-black. His fingers become claws. Red tattoos spread all over his body. Six demon wings (3 on each side) rise from his back. His teeth change into fangs and his face becomes more feral-looking. His hair grows in length and spikes out, resembling the fur on a wolf's back. Personality: Overprotective towards friends, loving towards his family, tends to be the less serious acting one of the group, and also the most lazy. His rightous sense of justice makes him the 'True Good' person of the group. (Hehehehe thanks Rhia for the True Good) History: Yami is a Devil whose appearance looks like a demonic version of a Seraphim and has plagued the world forever as the Yellow-eyed Devil. He has the ability to change into a wolf. The Lost KingdomHe was never born just came into existence into a soon to be confused, chaotic, dark world. A world were you had to kill to survive. Tired of the chaos, Yami decided to unite the demons. He was a demon that was stronger than most and had the ability to grant deals, later classified as a Devil. After much fighting, Yami had united the demons, creating a kingdom that prospered for many years. Then the light came to the world, causing panic to many. Yami thought the light to be a glorious reward as it brought life to the barren land. Humans and Angels appeared in the world. Yami had made peace between the races. However, one trickster, a fallen angel by the name of Lucifer, had began to cause problems in the demon's kingdom. He had become a Devil somehow and began to make the people fear their king and chaos came to them once again. Yami angered by this, left the throne and decided to explore the world and its beauty. His palace and those loyal to him and his ideals vanished. Lucifer had taken the throne convincing the people that God, the humans, and the angels were their enemies. Leading another revolt against them. The revolt failed, the kingdom lost, and Lucifer and the tricked demons were sealed in the center of the Earth, Hell. They were forced to deal with the souls of the wicked, but before they were sealed Lucifer made a deal with Lilith, creating the vampire race, to plague the world. God had given those in Hell a 'curse' before they were sealed, that anything blessed would hurt them dearly. However, this 'curse' had transfered to the Vampiric race as well. The BrotherYami had traveled much of the world, much time had passed since he left the throne, and the vampric race had grown. One of the firsts, the supposed mother of the vampires, Lilith, had a strong influence on numerous people in the world; both vampires and humans alike. Men were driven insane by lust of wanting to be with Lilith and to try to please her and be noticed, they massacred many of their kind. Yami had the pleasure of running into a group of these brigands that were attacking a slayer village. Strangely, all were dead except one young boy who had managed to fight them with two daggers. The boy had began to feel the fatigue from the fighting. Luckily, Yami was passing through just as this was happening. The men had stopped their attacks on the boy, thinking they'll get him later, and went after Yami. After only seconds, the large group of men were dead. Yami searced for survivors as the boy rested; none were found. Yami gathered the dead villagers and gave them proper burials. He asked the name of the boy who had awakened from his deep slumber. The boy responded emotionlessly, "Solice." After Solice was ready to leave, Yami took Solice with him on his journey. The two becoming 'brothers' and wandered more of the world. The Deal(coming soon) Weapons: Fists, Claws, and Scythe Quote: Name: Ligato Alias (if applicable): Jax or James Age: 85 Appearance:  Demonic Appearance:  Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Calm, kind, curious History: Grew up happily but he always had a thought in the back of his head that he was different than the other kids. When he hit puberty his demonic genes took effect. One day, he came home in his demonic form. They tried to live with it for many years up until the age of 18 then they told him to never come back to their home. Weapons (if any): He doesnt carry a single weapon. His only ability is that when he touches something, he can emit an explosive charge into it. The explosive damnage caused by the item depends on the size of the item he charges. Anything that he charges has a faint yellow glow. Quote: Name: Kojima Ariyama Aion Rauchild
Alias: The Dark One, Death's Hand
Age: His age is unknown, all that is known is he is old.
Appearance: 
Newly Evolved Demonic Appearance: 
Personality: Hateful, Merciless, Always angry seemingly, Sadistic.
History: Kojima was born in Okinawa Japan, but then was later on sent to Moscow under the care of an orphanage. The reason for this was unknown, some say it was because he murdered his family and had to have some place to go, for his parents went missing after his Sixth birthday. Others said his parents abandoned him. While growing up, he was the problamatic child. Constantly beating the other children, always snapping at the caretakers of the Orphanage. He was ten years old when it all started.
One day, while he was out, he suddenly reverted into something else. No one knew what, but most of the children had been slaughtered, and some of the caretakers. Kojima was thrown out, and he lived a life in the wilderness. When finally the modern age came, he moved away from Moscow and came here. The way he became a Demonic Lord was an accident. Another Demonic Lord continously tried to 'enlist' him into his minion. Annoyed, Kojima killed him. When the Lord of Hell caught wind of this, Kojima was appointed Lord.
Weapons: A Katana. The blade is made of silver, and in the hilt has a small UV light that runs on batteries inside it. Kojima has to take the bottom of the hilt off to do that. ((Only taken out for certain situations, he still has his honor)), Two 9mm, A Customized Desert Eagle. Supernatural power wise, he uses his sheer Demonic power and the power to control all things pyro.
Quote: Name : Cynder Deynia.
Alias : Death, Doom for the most part.
Age : One thousand and one years old. (( Or, as Cynder likes to look at it, one thousand and one years of survival. ))
Appearance :
First Human Appearance.
Second Human Appearance.
Final Human Appearance.
Demon Appearance.
Body : large, black body with spines heading down the back with large, spikey wings.
Human (Alias) Appearance : Medium sized woman, very pale skin that glows with a white sheen, raven-black hair that streams down her back, and usually wears a black dress..
Personality : Sharp-tongued with a great sense of humour. Cynder also communicates well with people, and gets information from having a dragon sense (allow certain conversations to be overheard).
History : Can't remember a thing about her past, except for that her family abandoned her. She looks forward to the future, and wishes to work for good, not evil, like her parents. She comes from Hell, as all demons do, but with wishes to change her ways. She is a shape-shifting demon, but her only two forms are : dragon and human. Being human allows her to use her Alias name, Colista Vaagard, and gather information. She became leader of the demons through a battle with the previous female, who wasn't doing anything for the demonic race. The demons therefore went rampaging around randomly, and Cynder put a stop to it.
Weapons : Black stream of poison fires from her mouth. Her spines are deadly sharp, as well as her talons and teeth.Name: Yvara Deynia.
Alias: Eve.
Age: Unknown.
Appearance: Human.
Demonic Appearance: Neko.
Personality: Kind, sarcastic, warm-hearted.
History: Yvara died at a very young age, and Cynder pitied to young Neko. She wasn't accepted anywhere, being a Cat Demon. So, the Demon Queen decided to take her in 'under her wing', as she put it. Since then, Yvara has thought of Cynder as a 'surrogate' mother.
Weapons: Twin blades, handgun.Name : Ferral Deynia.
Alias : Not Applicable. (yet)
Age : Infant.
Appearance : Old Child form.
Current Human Form.
Demonic Appearance : Old Demon Form.
Current Form..
Personality : Ferral is, well, feral at points. He loves to gnaw on fingers, and he's always cunning and short-tempered. Since he is unable to talk, his attitude and personality come out within his playfulness and his biting. But he is sweet most of the time, refusing to attack others unless they aggrivate him. He shows that he cares about his friends by attacking others.
History : Ferral was born nearly the same time as another child - another Demon one. He is Yvara's nephew, and the Neko Demon pleaded Cynder to take care of him while she was helping Kojima stop the blade of Gilgamesh. Finally, when the Devil gave in, Cynder was reminded that he would be born in a few months. Finally, this Hellcat has been born, and Cynder will be finding out very soon what she has forgotten she needed to do...
Weapons : Fangs, claws, and air attacks.
Cerberus Image.
Leviathan Image. Quote: On ProfilesFor now I will be the one that accepts and allows you to post your profiles here. I will lend out this power once the guild grows, but I would like this to be just me for now. This is the format for creating your profile: Profile Setup Name: Alias (if applicable): Age: Appearance: Demonic Appearance: Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): History: Weapons (if any): Also, as stated on the main forum, you must create a place for yourself. Just create a topic in here that represents your room. This place will, most likely, be underground, within the tunnels underneath the restaurant, but you may have an apartment somewhere in Los Angeles. Please state within the title (Underground) or (Apartment), so this can be defined. Female High Demon Name : Cynder Deynia.
Alias : Death, Doom for the most part.
Age : One thousand and one years old. (( Or, as Cynder likes to look at it, one thousand and one years of survival. ))
Appearance :
First Human Appearance.
Second Human Appearance.
Final Human Appearance.
Demon Appearance.
Body : large, black body with spines heading down the back with large, spikey wings.
Human (Alias) Appearance : Medium sized woman, very pale skin that glows with a white sheen, raven-black hair that streams down her back, and usually wears a black dress..
Personality : Sharp-tongued with a great sense of humour. Cynder also communicates well with people, and gets information from having a dragon sense (allow certain conversations to be overheard).
History : Can't remember a thing about her past, except for that her family abandoned her. She looks forward to the future, and wishes to work for good, not evil, like her parents. She comes from Hell, as all demons do, but with wishes to change her ways. She is a shape-shifting demon, but her only two forms are : dragon and human. Being human allows her to use her Alias name, Colista Vaagard, and gather information. She became leader of the demons through a battle with the previous female, who wasn't doing anything for the demonic race. The demons therefore went rampaging around randomly, and Cynder put a stop to it.
Weapons : Black stream of poison fires from her mouth. Her spines are deadly sharp, as well as her talons and teeth. Quote: This subforum is for the demons to reside. Only demons are allowed to be in this subforum. Got it? Anyways, demons are a varied race, though they all did come from the same place. The fires of the underworld, though whatever description you want fo rthat is up to you. It is wholly impossible to describe the demon race, as they are very different from one another, in aspect and powers. Note: This shouldn't be a problem because you are PMing your profiles to me, but no excessive powers got it! The powers have to be low-key, as humans can't be finding out. Sorry there isn't much description for demons, but you can make the description yourself, can't you? Hope you have a good time being a demon. Its a little chilly, but hey, its not as bad as burning, right?
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:35 pm
Hmmm I should have done it that way
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:39 pm
Vampire Elder Profiles/First post of Vampires subforum:Silver2005 On Profiles
For now I will be the one that accepts and allows you to post your profiles here. I will lend out this power once the guild grows, but I would like this to be just me for now.
This is the format for creating your profile:Profile Setup Name: Alias (if applicable): Age: Appearance: Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): History: Weapons (if any): Race:
Also, as stated on the main forum, you must create a place for yourself. Just create a topic in here that represents your room.
This place will, most likely, be within the club itself, but you may have an apartment soemwhere in Los Angeles. Please state within the title (In Club) or (Apartment) or (The Babylon), so this can be defined.Male Vampire Elder Name: Alluvian Dynentha
Nickname: Al (by Maren and Akina)
Age: Thousands of years
Appearance: 
Personality: To enemies, cold, merciless, and unforgiving. He can kill without sorrow, with no change in expression whatsoever. He does what is necessary, but also places the protection of those he loves over everything else.
To friends, he is warm and happy, a companion to talk to. While able to quickly change emotional states from a change in conversation and sometimes given to brooding silences, he nonetheless is a companion to many.
History: Alluvian was one of the First, an angel of the highest pedigree decended from Heaven. Eons old, he was a war angel, given to fighting and protection of the human race from the spawn of evil. He would fight for his own beliefs and not listen to anyone who told him otherwise, even the command of the Divine.
When quibbling politics took over the actions of the angels over what to do with the spreading plague of Immortals, he took it upon himself to complete the necessary job. He knew that it would cost him his wings and likely his soul, but that was something he was willing to give for humanity's protection. The blood of the unrighteous would stain his palms and all would be well.
However, it was also his belief that there was no such thing as pure evil, that all creatures carried sparks of light and dark. It was to the spark opposite to their nature that he spoke to, trying to redeem those vampires, lycanthropes, and demons that had strayed from the path of light. The Demonic high powers would not allow his corrupting influence and killed every demonic force that wavered in their outlook.
The other two races, though, did falter and came over to his side. The vampires and lycans, some of them, believed that there was a better path under his leadership. Undertaking an oath to never take another human life, they became his followers, his brethren. Many centuries passed as he amassed his army...
Then, in the modern era, he unleashed his final blow. The choice he set forth was stark: change and become a believer, or die. One by one, the Packs and Covens of Europe were assimilated or eradicated. Then he hopped the ocean to America, where he would find that his path was not so true as he had thought.
Upon reaching Los Angeles, having swept the rest of the country, he became embroiled in the myriad of conflicts before he even had the opportunity to finish the choice. This was how he fell, becoming caring for those he fought alongside before they had chosen and, far worse, by falling in love with the vampire elder, Akina.
Time passed, conflicts were resolved only to find new ones spring up unexpectedly. His love deepened and Alluvian found himself someplace he hadn't expected to be.
He had become a Fallen Angel.
Losing signs of his divinity, he was steadily corrupted by vampiric influences, his eyes changing color multiple times, his wings turning blood red, his heart beat ceasing. He became something that had never been seen before, an Angel who was a vampire, containing the powers of both, but the weaknesses of neither.
And the story goes on...
Weapons:
His main weapon of choice, though seldomly used as time passes, is his spear that he conjures to his hands. It has undergone various shape changes with his own degeneration, until finally sinking into it's permanent form. A rapier handle of midnight blue, leading up to a curved spear length of darkest red, the colors blending seamlessly.
Since his degeneration, his ability to control angelic light has morphed into the power to control all electricity. He can do whatever he wishes with it, within physical limits.
Race: Variable Female Vampire Elder Name: Akina Svit`Kona
Alias: 'Kina, only Maren is allowed to call her that, though.
Age: Died when she was 16. Now she is close to 300 years.
Appearance:
Personality: Akina was one that loves to show-off. If she is in a battle, she would never accept help willingly. It would have to be a life-or-death situation. Many times her pride gets hurt easily. Which makes her go on crazy missions to prove her worth. As the youngest Elder in history, she still finds she is no where near as good as she should be.
To those who have wronged her, she will always hunt and maim. For those who befriend her, her loyalty will never end.
History: Akina's life, even as a mortal, was filled with sorrow. At a tender age, Akina watched her parents die, mutilated by vampires that were feeding. She watched her twin sisters organs be fed on by a vampire she will always hate. There was a single vampire doing the deed. Ninak, the horrible being he is, tortured her and tried to make her his lover, no matter her protests. He was not one of the best master's a vampire could have. Even though he mistreated her, he expected her to be loyal, instead she found herself racing to a new home.
Though after realizing his mistake, he came back to her, and taught her many ways of vampirism. Most of her fighting abilities come from her Master. The knowledge she learned, and the savage bestial-ways of her fighting she earned. Before leaving England, she was sired as Vampire Elder. Perhaps her fighting capabilities and unending savageness earned her the title of Youngest Elder in History. The Council ordered her to exterminate a large mass of vampires in Los Angeles. Instead of killing them as she was meant to, she ended up befriending the K'Meric's. Now, she is so close to Maren, she would rather die than lose that friendship.
Weapons: Akina had been able to fight with weapons. Sanguinarian strength allowed her to. After she died, and was tortured in Hell, she lost most of that natural strength. Reborn, she walks the earth as a Brahmaparush, learning the ways of how to brutally kill someone. Apparently, she is a very fast learner.
Race: Brahmaparush. After her true death, and being tortured by the lord of hell, she came back to take care of Alluvian. Failing to do so half of the time, her life now consists of killing those who wrong her... Sanguinarian.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:40 pm
That's alright :3
Rhia's Profiles'n Stuff
Quote: Name:
Maren K'meric
Alias: Marianne Kemer is her legal, recorded name.
The Butcher is her alias in the newspapers, a well-documented Serial Killer with an MO unlike any other.
Age:
1755
Personality:
She's seen and taken into herself the lives of millions over the ages. She can be conniving when it suits her, and downright cruel when she's on buisness.
However, her normal disposition is kind and sweet. She is pleasant to get along with, and likes to be spoiled.
But don't get her mad. You wouldn't like her when she's mad.
History:
Maren was first born in 254, then born again in 277 at the age of 23. She took the name 'Salem' as a way to remember one of the best times of her life, when she could kill someone then watch another burn at the stake a few days later!
The identity of her sire is a well-guarded secret, although rumor has it that she was made by Lilith herself.
Weapons:
She knows you.
She knows you, your friends, your family, and everything about you the second you walk in the door.
Her influence stretches through most of the underground -both human, and Vampire. She has no qualms against using this information against you, or yours, to get what she wants or what she needs.
She carries a gun strapped to her thigh, and a double-edged blade in her boot. The Gun changes every few days, but often differentiates between a colt revolver or magnum.
On her other thigh are 20 blessed silver throwing darts each in neat case holders, for long-distance combat.
Abilities:
Maren is weak compared to most Vampires, but her strength lies in her massive family and her ability to co-ordinate the power of hundreds of Vampires at once. Because of her age she heals almost instantaneously from almost all mundane wounds, vampiric wounds faster than most.
Shapeshifting, touch that can rot bodies.
Race:
Muroni. She has been Brahmaparush for the greater part of her existance, but due to her revival and redeath,
Brahmaparush. She's very picky about her victims, however, and blends right in with the dozens of other serial killers in the city of Angels.
Other:
She owns and operates a small, and expensive bar and grill in downtown LA that caters to all sorts of races, from the beautiful to the bizarre.Felix Name: Felix
Job: Bartender at The Babylon Bar and Grill.
Age: 464
Physical Age: Nearly 20
Personality: He keeps to himself, feeding bit by bit on mortal customers as they come through The Babylon.
History: He serves Maren completely and loyaly until the time when his debt is paid and the bargain is complete. His mother traded his life for a thousand years of immortality, which she currently spends trapped inside her mummified body, immobilized in Maren's Morgue. She accepted the deal, favoring the combonation of his blue eyes and black hair. His freedom comes when the contract is up, 1000 years from his first death.
Weapons: He's learned Kick boxing, combined with his vampire strength, agility, and speed. He can also drain most victims minds, killing them without their knowledge.
Race: Psychic Vampire, he acts as Maren's 'Radar' and relays information back to her. Neve - Dead Name: Erendi
Alias: Neve
Age: 319 (Dead)
Appearance: Black skin, Black hair, Golden Almond-shaped eyes with a muscular frame.
Preffered Muroni Shape:
Personality: She came to terms with what she was a long time ago, despite being forced into her death. She is always level headed and extremely submissive to Maren's will. She favors the Jaguar form, because it reminds her of her homelands.
History: The last 'surviving' member of her race. Maren made her in order to preserve the memories, lifestyles, legends, and history of Erendi's tribe before it was wiped from the earth by invading Europeans.
Weapons: Muroni Shapeshifting, and she can wield any staff-shaped object like a pro.
Race: Muroni
Status: Dead. Killed by the Basilisk.
Emilie Name: Emilie du Arles (K'Meric)
Age: Born March 12, 1285, died 1307
Personality:
History: In the recent battle with Lilith she was heavily injured, her skin peeled off the entirety of her body, leaving her defenseless and in great pain. She's back again however, and in -mostly- good shape for it.Olvera Street, page 43 "Hmmm, well," Emilie began, thinking back to her starts, "I was born March 12, 1285 in the Kingdom of Arles. There really wasn't much to it, my parents were farmworkers, we had enough land to feed ourselves throughout the year and although life was harsh, it was good."
Emilie smiled, green eyes glimmering with rememberance, "The countryside was wild but lovely, by siblings and I would go out and catch rabbits and fowl. Oftentimes we'd upset a bear or some manner of beast, but the casualties were limited. At least... until...."
She turned her head, looking down at the ground, "My Lady arrived one night just before dawn. Back then, you'd welcome any stranger or traveller into your home without a second thought, it was merely good manners. She slept through the day in my mother's bed, and then that night... it's not a happy story, after that," she said, her voice apologetic.
Weapons: Muroni shapeshifting, a short sword.
Race: Muroni. She favors the form of a Paragrine Falcon, almost to the point where she has taken on the mannerisms and characteristics of one. Sophie
Name: Sophie
Age: 1590
Appearance: Pale with pink eyes, she keeps her long brown hair neatly in a single braid down her back.
Personality: Quiet and easily overlooked, Sophie's history has been long but... mostly uneventful. She is close friends with Wenda, a girl who reminds her so much of who she once was.
History: Due to the violent death of her lover, Kael, at one of Maren's sibling's hands, her progression as a Vampire was suddenly haulted. She went to sleep for three centuries and refused to drink blood until Narmer's arrival, when the order went through the family for all to prepare for war.
Now she's back, more or less, and has exceptional energy as a psychic Vampire, though she lacks the experience and tecnique due to her refusal to use it.
Weapons: Psychic abilities.
Race: Psychic Vampire.
Aaron
Name: Sylvester
Alias: Aaron. The pale child.
Age: ~65. Died shortly after Trevor did.
Appearance: The body of a five-year-old boy, the mind of a sixty year old. He's pale, blond, with eyes of vibrant pink.
Personality: Quiet, reserved, and easily looked over.
History: He was picked out as an infant by Trevor, Maren's brother. He wanted a protege, someone to share what he had learned in his long life with, and planned to turn Aaron once he had reached a proper age.
His destiny was cut short, however, when Trevor was killed by Alluvian's forces. A greiving Maren immediately reached out to him, the child hand-picked by her brother, and turned him to preserve the memory of her brother.
Now he resides in The Babylon, keeping an eye out for his sibling's well being and playing the part of surrogate child to Wenda.
Weapons: None.
Race: Unknown. He does not drink blood.
Daniel 
Name: Daniel
Alias: Shimp. Failure.
Age: 36, 19 physically.
Appearance: Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, he's a good looking guy.
Personality: He was, at one point, cocky and outgoing. At least until his world was turned upside down on him, when he took the path of least resistance instead of supporting his family. Since then, no one trusts him, he's always doing the work of a yearling and is under constant supervision. He's bitter about it but takes it as well as he can, keeping his head low and walking straight under their watchful eyes.
History:
Weapons: None
Race: Sanguinarian
Wenda
Name: Wenda K'Meric (Was: Johnson) (Maiden: Lowe)
Age: 33, Died at 31
Appearance: Blonde shoulder-length hair that ends in a small curl, and a row of the same yellow bangs along her brow. Her eyes are blue, her skin still has a golden hue from her days as a human. She's mid-heighted, roughly 5ft4 and finds herself most comfortable in an apron and uniform rather than ususal clothes.
Personality: Sweet and kind to everyone she meets, she tries her best to set good impressions for her own sake and the good of the house.
She's rather meek, however, and does not handle new situations very well. She's spent the time since her death in the rose-tinted world of The Babylon, surrounding herself with her new family.
New confidence and new surroundings Wenda's back on her feet and recovering in leaps and bounds from the trauma that ended her life. Perhaps it is her newfound independence, or more likely having something to live for other than the sake of existing, love. Maybe being a Vampire isn't so bad, after all...
History:
Born and raised in Chicago, she spent her human life working as a nurse until she and her fiance, Mark, decided to settle down and raise a family. Not long after the wedding he received a job offer in Los Angeles as an Elementary School Principal, so he, Wenda, and their infant son packed up and moved across the country.
Happily married several years later, she was able to stay at home and care for the apartment and their two beautiful sons, the joys of her life. Wenda had a stable home, a happy family, and everything she could have ever needed. Her mundane bliss ended one crisp November evening.
Wenda laid in her bed, unable to move next to her husband as Maren tore him apart, eating his organs and killing him slowly.
Then, she watched in horror as Maren slowly, delicately, tortured and devoured her children.
She was whisked away into the night, delivered to The Babylon just before war. Years have passed since then now, and slowly as she's been peeled out of her shell Wenda has found that maybe, the life of a Vampire doesn't have to be as bad as she always thought it was. Maybe liking the smell and taste of blood doesn't make her evil, and maybe she can learn to enjoy the perks of night-vision, extra strength, speed, good health and not aging. After all, she has someone to share it with now and a ring on her finger to show that he means it. 'Till death do you part is optional, right?
Weapons: Psychic abilities
Race: Psychic. Her race was determined when she first began to drink blood from her lover, S. Stella Name: Stella (Hellen) K'Meric (Ayers)
Previous Assignment: Assassin, hired by Mafia to kill Maren.
Age: Nearly 20. Has been a Vampire for a very short time.
Personality: 'Snarkey' would be a good way to put it. She's used to the life in the night, hunting and killing. But before she killed for a paycheck, now it's in order to survive. Which one follows more sound reasoning? Really, does it even matter?
History: She was scouted out of her gymnastics team for her athletic abilities and nimble movements, and started work as a minor thief for the payouts and quick cash it awarded. Soon after, she rose to a thief-for-hire level, selling her abilities to those who's greed was matched only by their ruthlessness.
Quickly after she was recruited into her 'team'. Hellen, Jack, Abbey, Tom, and Luther. Together, their robberies escalated, stealing technology and information for whoever paid the highest bill. It didn't take long to get into the business of killing. More money, more thrill. It seemed everyone wanted someone else dead.From Griffith Park. Page 54
Stella walked, hand in hand with Ninak, a smile on her face.
"Well... it was coincidence mostly. I'd taken gymnastics my entire life, and a little Tae Kwon Do after school. That's where I met Abby, and the rest of my life. Together, we'd break into places and steal things, electronics, art. It was partially to fuel her need for speed, partially to pay for my first car. We started getting paid to do jobs instead of just stealing and pawning our loot, but it didn't take to long until the jobs were a bit much for us. So we got Tom, my martial arts teacher in on it, and it went from there."
It felt good to talk about it, to finally tell someone how she had fallen from her promising future into a life of crime.
"Jack joined us later, he was Abby's friend's boyfriend. Shelly was with us for a while too. She was the first to kill someone... we were sixteen. It was hard on her, she dropped off, got distant. Never really was the same, but Jack stayed with us, I'm glad. He's like a brother -well, literally now."
She grinned letting go of Ninak's hand in favor of wrapping her arm around his middle, "On one of our later theivery jobs we were partnered up with Luther. He'd been in the business a while as an assassin. We were supposed to serve as a distraction and get back some gold for our charge, he was supposed to go after the target. We hit it off as a group and soon after, our businesses merged. We did it all, hunting, robbing, raging and killing. It was great right up until the end. Just another job, until I find myself waking up in a coffin, eh?"
Stella grinned, "It was the fast life, but it was the good life. We covered our tracks well, better than most professional groups. I guess the cops never expected a group of teenagers, although Luther had experience enough to keep us all safe even in the worst of situations. Although, I doubt he could have done anything in this one."
Weapons: Gymnastics, training with various types of weapons including guns, blades, and tools of other kinds.
Race: Sanguinarian Vala Blood of the undead,
Lineage of the Damned.
Her birth brought Angel's wings into flight
And Vampires walked under the sun.
The skin of a wolf, the heart of a mortal.
The chosen child of hope. Race: Demon (Devil?) Daughter of Yami, Daughter of Maren. Name: Vala Temel K'Meric Age: One year. Physically, 8-9 years. Appearance: White hair, pastel pink eyes, and a small pale body. Demonic Appearance: White and fluffy, she's a growing wolf pup. Personality: The classic 'cute kid', she spends her time learning and playing under the watchful eyes of everyone in The Babylon. Vala has nothing against getting into a little trouble every now and then, usually with her partner-in-crime, Ferral. History: Vala was born a Demon to the Vampire-turned-human Maren and her husband, the Demon Yami. Abilities: Strong telekinetic abilities, can shapeshift into a secondary wolf form. Adult Vala: http:/ /img223.imageshack.us /img223 /9785 /01pt3 .jpg
Adult Wolf Vala: http:/ /img81.imageshack.us /img81 /207 /c24s0095pj7 .jpg
Teenaged Vala: http:/ /img207.imageshack.us /img207 /3750 /5b3044bb5f399109iw9 .jpg
Remove Spaces for a sneak peek :3 Quote: I've decided to make a seperate post for these characters, as my previous post is very... full, and these characters are a different 'set' than the others.
Abigail
Name: Abigail Svit'Kona (Cho)
Alias: Abby
Age: 21
Appearance: Almond-shaped black eyes and a light complexion, Abby was born Chinese and has the slight build of one despite her hard work and physical labor. Her hair is cropped short in the back, but her bangs are long and the entire ensemble is a vibrant pink. Naturally, her haircolor is black, but thats so boring.
Personality: Snappy and snarky, she takes Stella's sarcastic attitude and makes her look gullible. Her well-trained tongue is sharper than her claws and she simply loves to piss people off, intentionally or unintentionally.
History: See Stella K'Meric/Hellen Ayer's history. Abby was the troublemaker, the one who caught poor little Hellen and dragged her into her world of drugs and crime. What a good friend she's been!
Weapons: Years of fighting training, shapeshifting abilities, Svit'Kona speed.
Race: Muroni
Preffered Form:
Thomas Name: Thomas Svit'Kona (MacGuyver)
Alias: Tom
Age: 25
Appearance: Brown hair, black eyes, some build.
Personality:
History: He was the martial arts instructor at the dojo where Abby and Stella trained at. One day after work he was mulling about, muttering about a need of money when Abby approached him, and gave him an offer that he thought long and hard about.
A break in, sweet and simple. They had been scoping the house out for weeks, the robbery would take place in broad daylight while the occupants were at work. They needed him to disarm the security system or get around it so they could get inside and get the goods. The job went well and it led to another escapade followed by another, the loot being split between the three whenever Tom took part.
Weapons: Fighting knowledge, able to handle most weapons.
Race: Sanguinarian
Chelsea 
Name: Chelsea Svit'Kona (Sanders)
Alias: Shelly
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality: The quietest of the three, she tends to take things at face value and see what things are for... what things are. She's thrilled to be in this new family, a place that she's finally finding real acceptance -not the on-off acceptance that Abby's group of friends have given her over the years.
History:
Weapons: Trained in fighting, psychic abilities.
Race: Psychic
Also, Narmer's been bumped over a post as well.
The Great King Plot
Name: Narmer
Title: First Pharaoh of Egypt, First child of Lilith
Age: ~5000
Appearance: Tall, strong build, translucent pale skin. Pink eyes. He is the only of his line to have adjusted to current-day fasions, and although he is most often seen in his Egyptian linens and gold, it is not uncommon for him to favor the cut of an Armani suit.
Personality: Cold, calculating. He's on a power quest at the moment, trying to secure his position of Pharaoh over a new people, his own people. This means getting rid of everyone in line for the throne, and anyone who he's had a feude with before.
History: The Pharaoh who united Upper and Lower Egypt, Narmer was the first child of Lilith. She saw the rise of human power and wanted to control it, and what better way than to bring them to worship a God?
So she sought out a human of fine body and strength, turned him and then trained him. To the people of Egypt she presented them a pale creature of incredible beauty, strength, grace, and peircing pink eyes. Is it any wonder why they thought him a God? That is what he called himself, after all.
So, with relative ease he ascended to the throne, and spent his reign following Lilith's command for changes to make to the country, beginning with unifying Upper and Lower Egypt.
Now she had a vast empire under her control, and it only took a century or so for Lilith to become bored with it. She left Narmer to rule over the humans and play human games, preferring for herself wonder of the budding society in the far East. The Pharaoh quickly became lonely, and decided to quest out others like him. There were few, at the time, and none were interested in human games.
He decided to make more like himself.
First he found a strong man, a wise man with whom he would be able to converse with. He found him in the form of Ity, but his will was strong and was forced to fight the man fiercely in order to turn him. Eventually, it was done, and he changed his name from Ity to Hor-Aha, Horus-Fighter.
He was presented with twins one day at his temple, an offering from a suffering family for good crops and hunting. Instead of eating the children as he usually would have, he took them and raised them, turning them together on the same night. Djer and Djet, he named them. Djer recieved the throne after Hor-Aha, and was murdered for his throne by a jealous Djet.
{Tidbit: In 1800BC, Djer's tomb was worshipped by Egyptians as the Tomb of Osiris. This was unintentional. If you know the story of Osiris and Set, you know what I'm talking about}
Djet found a mortal named Merneith and desired her, catching her in the street one hot winter evening. She did not protest against her Pharaoh and, taking her willingness as affection, claimed her as his seventh wife. Their relationship grew over time until they both truly loved one another, and when Merneith was threatened by poor health he turned her. Together, they reigned in a peaceful time, until her nephew, Den arrived.
She missed Den greatly. Living as a Queen had never been the life that she truly wanted, no matter how luxurious it was. Djet saw that she was displeased and sought to make her happy, turning Den and introducing him to the family. It was a good decision, and ended with Djet and Merneith retiring peacefully as Den took the throne.
Narmer returned from his travels and saw much conflict within his family, noticing how no one had held the throne for more than fifty years. In order to rectify this, he killed Den and replaced him with a new child, Anedjib. This only worked for a short period of time, as Anedjib fell by Merneith's blade in revenge for killing her nephew. Narmer killed Merneith, and Dejt fell into The Sleep,
To replace Anedjib, Semerkhet was turned. He was ill-suited to be king, however, and quickly crumbled under the pressure and the growing conflicts within Egypt.
His short reign was enough time for Narmer to seek out a new companion, one of intelligence and wisdom much like Hor-Aha that had served him so well before. He found it in the form of a young man, training him in the ways of a Pharaoh in his human youth before turning him and teaching him the ways of a Vampire. Qa'a reigned well, but by the end of it, all the Vampires had lost complete interest in ruling Egypt.
So, after traveling through the untamed and uncivilized worlds, they climbed into the earth. Time was upon them to sleep, until the day they could claim leadership of a new society, and walk as Gods once more.
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Lilith's death sent shockwaves through the thoughts of those of her bloodline. Of the 12 children Lilith made, only four had survived to the current century. Narmer, Hatshepsut, Maren, and Sibyl. Her powers divided evenly among them, he knew that he was a threat to them and that they would eventually come to kill him in his sleep. First, he sought out his sister Hatshepsut, the sibling closest in age to him, and took her head. She had no children and he felt her strength become his as he drained her body of blood and soul. His other two siblings were young and weak, he could find them after he had learned of this new and strange world he had woken up in. So much time had passed! It was incredible what had happened, how advances had been made. No longer was magic and mystery the way of life, no longer did beasts and Gods make the earth shake and humans cower. Everything had a reason, everything could be proved.
As soon as he was Pharaoh again, he'd have to change that...
Weapons: Himself.
He's old. Real old. Incredible speed, strength, intelligence, everything. The only weakness he truly has is how much time has passed since he last walked the earth, he has little idea about how the world works in the current century. Technology and electronics are beyond his grasp, even studying the simple printing press baffles him. The tongues and languages are strange, so differend from the one he helped form. It is all so strange, so new, so alien. He can barely survive with all this change.
But he's learning...
Race: Sanguinarian
Djet
Name: Djet
Age: ~5000
Appearance: His features are softer than the others, he appears more welcoming and friendly. A posionous flower, more like it, with his translucent skin and pale pink eyes. He wears the same fashions as Qa'a, decked out in gold and linnens with a woven black beaded wig.
Personality: Cold. He never recovered from the death of his mate by his Master's hands, and would much rather be dead in the ground than walking once more in a world where she doesn't exist.
History:
Weapons: Two bronze scimitars, one for each hand.
Muroni Shapeshifting, Vampire powers and strength.
Race: Muroni, favors the form of a giant serpent.
Qa'a
Name: Qa'a
Age: ~5000
Appearance: Blind. Pink eyes, slight build, nearly translucent skin. He wears a black woven wig, fasionable of the century of his birth, and is decked out in gold and white linnens like his comerades.
Personality: None, beyond an undying loyalty to his master, Pharaoh Narmer.
History: The last child of Narmer, Qa'a was also the last Pharaoh of his house. He has only been alive in the world for a few hundred years, since he went to sleep with the rest of his family millennums ago. That is not to say that he is weak, however. In his thousands of years asleep his psychic abilities have grown hundredfold, far surpassing that of any Psychic the Vampire world has ever seen. He is a force to be reckened with, even if he does not know it.
Weapons: Psychic abilities
Race: PsychicAdrastos, Seventh Member of the Council
Name: Adrastos
Age: ~2100
Personality: Cocky and self-assured, but for good reason. He's more powerful than most Daeva and because of this, has most people eating out of his hands. A control freak, he wants everything to go his way. and most of the time, this isn't a problem at all.
History:
Weapons: Daeva powers, proficiency with various weapons.
Race: Daeva
Quote: Ryan WillsAge: 20. December child.
Personality: He's usually the happy-go-lucky kid, but things have changed far too quickly for him to adapt to. He's out of his depth but holding on thanks to Silver's careful guidance, and in all due time he's learning how to make the most of his situation.
History: The middle child of three, Ryan was a UCLA student studying his way through an Economics Major until the unexpected happened. One night while he was crossing campus to get back to his dorm there was a flash of pain in the back of his head, then darkness. He woke up hours later, hanging by his wrists a foot off the ground in a white room... splattered red with blood. From then on the terrified twenty year old's world had been nothing but pain and torture at the hands, claws, blades and tools of the red-haired woman. His attempts at freedom were met with brutality, it was if she knew what his plans were before he did, the scenes set up purpousfully in order to rouse his hope, to rend more desperate screams from his lips. How many times had he begged for death? By now he had stopped even that, it only encouraged her to continue. The best glimmer of hope he had had was the moment she offered him to the chained man for something Ryan did not understand, but knew meant death. Death. He welcomed the thought cautious not to let hope sink in too deeply lest it be torn away. But then a strange man jumped into the fray and tore Ryan away from the world of pain he had come to know. Maybe Angels exist, after all.
Weapons: None at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:45 pm
Rest of the profiles (Except Rhia's and mine ;D ) Damita Former Female Vampire Elder; Deceased; Killed by Vlos Name: Chloe Alias: None Age: 273 Personality: Quiet and an observant girl she prefers to sit back and relax, listening to others. Being a solitary creature she only really talks to Vlos. History: When Chloe was born she had a great sense of the things around her, although it was proven by a doctor that she was completely blind. A boy in her town taught her acrobatics for free because he felt sorry for her state. Chloe was always a quiet girl but when Vlos came around, when she was about seventeen, she fell in lust. Being one that wanted adventure she asked him to turn her. She's followed him ever since. Weapons: Cane, Acrobatics Race: Vampire Envy_the_Homunculi Former Male Vampire Elder; MIA; Presumed DeceasedName: Vlos Alias: none Age: 1923 Appearance:  Personality: Very stuck up and haughty, Vlos is known for his fierce temper and quick action. Not one to be seen doing the dirty work, he is a great manipulator with the ability to get anyone to do anything, especially mortals. Vlos is known world over as a womanizer and is usually seen with woman on his arm of either Vampire of human race. He does not like any race that isn’t Vampire, though he has been known to make deals, but never with Lycans or Angels. History: Born in the year 84 A.D. he is thought to be among the first of the vampires, though this history is vague and hard to follow. Living in Europe for most his life he was given the curse of Vampirism from birth, and has known nothing else. As the years went by he followed the human changes and trends, keeping up as not to be easily seen, especially when hunting came into being. The years went on between the wars and he wanted to gain the power to lead his race, but was denied by another older vampire. With a slip of security and a ‘little birds note’ the hunters raided the Elders tome and killed him, making Vlos the new Elder. With this new power he was instantly held as dangerous and sent by his race to the new Americas to control over there, away from the first and strongest coven. Coming to America he started a coven of his own, slowly gaining power in these new lands. As expansion continued he moved West to finally settle in California, where he has set up and stayed ever since. Weapons: Falchion (gun to come later) Race: Vampire xXxAllThatsLeftxXx Name: Gabriel Alias: Often mistaken for Cheriour, the angel of crime and Azrael, the angel of death Age: He appears to be about 20 years of age. Appearance: Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Reclusive, Thoughtful, Curtious when it is appropriate. Often depressed because of his "social decline". His moods range from slightly amused to cold and distant. He is not very emotional. History: Born to a noble family in the 16th century, he was accustomed to many of the commodities of the upper class. Introduced to society early, he became quite the socialite. He attended as well as hosted many parties, and was never found without the company of a lady of the court. After he was changed, he drew away from his past life, rejecting any previous relationships, ashamed of what he had become. He slowly began to accept his fate and decided to do something with his life. One night he witnessed the brutal murder of a courtesan, Gabriel pursued the killer, and on finding that the wretch was a vampire, quickly and easily annihilated him. One to always believe in justice, Gabriel quickly adopted the unofficial job of vampire slayer. Weapons (if any): He carries viles of poison for anyone who gets to close to him, but relies mostly on his psychic abilities. Race: Psychic Cheriour - A "terrible angel" charged with punishment of crime and the pursuit of criminals. Azrael - The Angel of Death who is "forever writing in a large book and forever erasing what he writes: what he writes is the birth of man, what he erases is the name of the man at death." chcraven Name: Michelle Alias: none but is open to any that fits Age: roughly 237 Appearance: gender : Male apparent estimated age : 27 hair : wavy platnum silver eyes : quartz blue clothes : White vinyl jacket, bleach splatterd jeans, blue sneackers Accessories : blue and white brimed beanie, chain link belt, a sapphire and pink pearl heiress's collar, pink pearl stud and drop earrings Personality : Michelle is could be described as a "pack rat". He keeps the bodies of his victims along with found objects that almost have no purpose at all but were interesting at the time. He has a slight attention problem and is easily entertained, praticullary if it pretains to his .hobbie. History: He doesn't much talk about is life before turning but at some point after it he found himself very bored and his have rather cluttered. thus the birth of his hobbie. Michelle used the bones of his stored victims to make furniture and what he doesn't use of their clothes for cushions, curtains, or table clothes he gave to charity. Weapons : michelle has a preferance to hand-to-hand combat and availible found weapons such as pipes and crowbars. Race: Sanguinarian Leingods Altered for current events
Name: Wade North Faith
Alias (if applicable): Kimris
Age: 50
Appearance: He looks around 17 years old. He looks like your average metal-head rocker from high school, standing a total of 6 foot, and weighing around 180 pounds. He is built like a sports jock, wash board abs.
Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Kimris doesn't flaunt anything. He gets things done and usually moves on. He's fairly straight forward.
History: Kimris grew up the wimpy kid, and beat his way to the top in some of the less reputable areas of Los Angeles. He forced himself to learn how to fight, and applied it. He didn't join a gang. Infact, gangs gave him wide berth, because of how badly he had a tendency to leave them in. He usualy left one person in the group able to walk, just barely at that. This however, was not a deterrent when it came to school. Infact, this was motivation to move on and out of his life. Excelling in sports, fistfights, and grades, he hit senior year. He ended up with a fight he couldn't win, and ended up beaten and bloodied. He stumbled home, and collapsed on his mattress. After his family was slaughtered, Kimris ended up waking to fangs and blood lust. After which, he started a trip around the pacific. He went to the philipines, traveling island by island, culture to culture. he survived for roughly 10 years by living in the harsh jungle, living off whom, and what he could. He eventually ended up in Japan. He found himself slowly growing into their culture. Yakuza. it was a comfortable lifestyle that he enjoyed. A little dirty work and he ended up nearly at the top level enforcement. With strong ties to the yakuza, he made his way to a temple, and trained in structured combat. It made everything make sense, as such his reactions, his movements. Needless to say he improved. As of to date, he can recognize his kind easily enough, though Kimris is smart enough to know how to avoid being found by them. He's been hiding till he figured out who exactly he hates. He's still not sure, and his streak of stubbornness that is inherit in all men told him that taking a different approach may prove more successful.
Weapons (if any): Kimris believes in necessary force. A gun when needed. No more, no less. Though, he doesn't really like weapons. But, with how 'strong' he is when using them, and how ugly things can get, it is understandable. Personaly, he prefers fist fights, using his steelcapped gloves.
Abilities: Kimris is gifted when it comes to fighting. He is well balanced with speed and power, and the rest comes from his fighting talent.
New Because of Kimris's intake of demonic blood going on 30 years, his body has changed. Not exactly a vampire anymore, he has taken in enough demonic power to perminantly alter what he is. He now has telepathic abilities, although, compared to vampires like Felix, his are alittle less than half as powerful. Coming along with these powers is something unseen in vampires. Or is at least extremely rare. He now has minor telekinesis, branching out to small amounts of Pyro and Cryokinesis. Because his body's vestment in such abilities, his physical abilities decrease by alittle more than half, but his mental reflexes remain keen if not sharper than before.
Race: Not sure. Gotta brainstorm names.
Lives: In his old house. Garrett Valern the First Name: Garrett Valern
Alias (if applicable): N/A
Age: 29 (Recently turned)
Appearance: 
Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Sultry and suave, yet with a vicious temper if aroused.
History: Garrett was born in the outskirts of Los Angeles, on the San Diego side. Raised by his business-oriented parents, he picked up their shrewd and wily sensibilities, along with a suaveness that helped him get deals cut with record high or low prices, depending on the case. Having traveled across the United States with his work, he had built himself a more than modest lifestyle that some would call the moderately rich. All of this was destroyed overnight in a business endeavor that went sour and led him into agreements with people that were on the wrong side of the law. Inevitably, his acquaintances were caught, though he was able to escape invlvement with some maneuvers. The incident, however, completely destroyed the business he had created from the lost money and he swiftly became bankrupt. Before even turning 30, he had experienced the height of his life and began entering the lowest of the lows. His home was foreclosed upon and he found himself with a pocketful of money, but that was all. Nothing else.
He was without ideas or willpower, thinking his life was close to over, as he walked down the back streets of Los Angeles that one night. It was there that he found that death was just the beginning...
Weapons (if any): N/A
Race: Daeva -I- Nyx -I- Name: Lillith Alias (if applicable): none Age: very old Appearance:    Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Lilith can be sociable but likes to keep a tight group of 'friends' History: She was the first female vampyre ever to walk the earth...(thats all for now sorry more will come but im currently at work XP) Weapons (if any): she keeps a katana with her at all times, she can charge the mighty sword with her aura and energy so that it packs a more...powerful, hit. she also loves throwing knives, stars, anything that is small yet deadly. she has a pet demon as well named Ankh, he is a night guardian tht was handed down to her by a very special demon. Race: DAEVA..., vampyre  Valkyrie Mage Vampire Elder from the New York CovenName:
Veroen of the Damned
Alias:
Veroen
Age:
Unknown
Appearance:
Personality:
Not a social person, preferes to be alone and not around others unless necessary. Prefers listening to speaking. Also prefers to use his sword over his specialized handguns.
History:
Veroen was born into the world of the Great Crusades in the year 1410 AD. This was a time of great religious confusion, along with confusing beliefs. Some of those beliefs concerning vampires and Lycans. Although there were less than a handful mortals who knew of this ancient and raging war. At the age of 23, he was once a very skilled assassin in a secret assassin clan, but was disbanded. He then went into exile from the rest of the world, into isolation from everything except his only family he had left. He had a sister, and an older brother, who were both brutally murdered before his very eyes by a pack of Lycans, who also tried to kill him. Even with his skills, intelligence, and training he had from once being an assassin, he was no match for the terrible Lycans. Out of nowhere he was saved by a mysterious Woman dressed in dark, elegant clothing by the likes of which he had never seen before. She sliced through them like they were rodents. She did not give any names, only a location: in the future, a place called "New York". He pondered this strange name, for it sounded...different, but in a way, also intriguing. After saving him from the deadly beasts, she gave him an opportunity, an offer: Immortality, wisdom, and the power to get his revenge against the lycans that tore everything he had left from him, but in return, he would have to serve her, and aid her and her people. he did not know what to say, for he was badly injured, half unconscious, and half dead. He blinked at her, and nodded. All he can remember from that day was the terror of seeing his siblings devoured before his eyes, the mysterious womans name, and the sweet, intoxicating pain of her biting into the flesh at his neck. He then blacked out. He woke up, thinking it had all been a dream, until he felt the bite marks on his neck. His whole life had changed too much too fast. He felt lost... in order to find himself again, he exiled himself once again from the rest of civilization, except this time, for centuries of pondering his existence, training, learning, and waiting for the time when he felt he would make a move. In that time he traveled the world in hopes of finding an answer to the question that burned his mind for so long: What was his purpose in life? While in Japan, around 1756 AD, he wanted his sword that was his when he used to be an assassin, to be remade, modified, and fit for the more modern age he was in. He searched for a retired master blacksmith, who could do this. when he found him, he remade it into a pure silver blade, customized it down to every detail, even down to the hidden dagger in the hilt of the sword. The time he had spent training, honing his skills, and growing wiser, were all but forgotten to him. The guns he has, were found in a small Lycan base he liberated by himself around 1989 AD. they were quite unique, only being 5 of them in the world. He then customized them to be better efficient against the Lycans. He prefers his sword to his guns, but he uses them quite a bit also. Little more is known about Veroen, and where he had been, and what he had been doing in those many centuries he spent by himself, in exile.
For quite some time, after he had started a coven of vampires in New York, him and the other Elders of the New York Coven held their ground in the ancient long war against the lycans, and he led the crusade against the Lycans, fueled by his long lusted revange for what happened in his former life.
Word has spread, of the situation in Los Angeles, and reached the ears of the Elders in New York. Now, Veroen has come to Los Angeles to aid his fellow Vampires Elders, who are also his long time friends and comrades, in their fight against the new race called the Nachzehrer that feeds upon the Vampires.
Weapons:
His Sword made of pure silver (with hidden silver dagger in the hilt):
His 2, five of a kind handguns (One with special chambers made for extra silver nitrate bullets, and the other has special chambers made for extra UV ammunition):
 
Race:
Deathdealer --Skornea-- Name:
Alois Fulke
Alias:
None
Age:
He looks to be around the age of twenty, however he is near three-hundred years of age.
Appearance:
Personality:
Sarcastic, bored, spiteful. Underneath it all, he's a great listener if one breaks past the mental wall.
History:
Bored. This was the term that was slapped upon Alois. All his life, he was treated, pampered, groveled at--after all he was the ruler of a region in Germany during the 1700's. He was known for being kind simply because the idea of being a tyrant seemed boring. He gave what his peasants needed because he wanted to see what they'd do with it. He was hoping for some disaster, for them to accidentally mess they're perfect little world up and have it fall right underneath they're feet. Of course, this would mean Alois would also be affected, but he didn't seem to care. To be free from his seat of power was actually a dream of his, to traverse the world and be like all of the adventurers he had heard about. Why he didn't just hand over his Kingdom? Maybe it was because he didn't have an heir, or a family member of some kind to pass it over to? No one really knew.
He was near the end of his rope, he was about to give up on any dream for him to see any type of excitement: until they came. A pack of travelers, rugged in looks and worn down by adventure. To Alois, they were just regular travelers. How wrong he was. The travelers stayed for weeks, telling they're stories to anyone who asked. During they're stay, village men and women began to disappear, one after another. Eyes were turned to the three travelers. It was only logical that they were the culprits, they began after they had arrived, who else could it have been? Alois ordered for they're execution soon after. On that very same day, a legion of men and women riding atop black steeds burrowed into the village. They were looking for the three travelers. All in one night, the excitement Alois was looking for washed over his Kingdom in just three weeks. Alois, at that moment, had wished that it hadn't of happened like this. The legion of men and women were more then that: They were Vampires, launched on a crusade to rid the world of they're most hated enemy; the Lycans. The three travelers were of the Lycan kind. The legion tore through the village, burning down everything and killing everyone. The three travelers fought back, transforming into horrendous creatures. They fought, but were put down with ease. Alois, during this time, had fled to his castle. He and his guards were preparing to be attacked by this legion of the undead, and attack they did. The guards were massacred, leaving the King alone in his throne room. The leader of the legion approached him.
Alois' nobility was blatantly obvious having been adorned in ornamental robes with several pieces of jewelery. Alois was ready. He knew death was coming, but he didn't know it would come in this form. The legion leader, having hated the noble kind, decided to warp Alois' life completely. Instead of killing him, he turned him. Alois' kingdom had been wiped out that night with his turning. The legion left him there, a bloody mess in his throne room. He awoke that next day as something else.
A Vampire.
His kingdom had been wiped out with his awakening, no one was left of Alois Fulke's Kingdom. Lost and confused, he sought out the one person who could explain this to him and maybe help him: his sire. The one who turned him.
This is where his story continues.
Weapons:
None.
Race:
Psychic Uchiha Itachi Jr Name: Marcus D'Aubigne Alias (if applicable): Mark Age: 1600 years older but appears to be 18 Appearance:  Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): cold, extremely flirty, extremely sexual, extremely persuasive (seeing as he is a Daeva), and more. History: Marcus has lived a long life of pain and suffering. When he was seventeen years of age his town got attacked by a bunch of wolves and went to kill everyone in the town. His family was rich and noble and could careless about the people so they took there heir and went to the deepest apart of there mansion where a hidden room was just incase of an attack on the town such like this. In there attempt to save there only heir the wolves got in and attacked them and killed them and he fell into the room and behind a narrow space. After the wolves were done with his parents they came after him but couldn't quite get to him as good but they continued to try, all of a sudden there were howls and shouts all around the boy and then a woman stepped out and reached for the boys hand and the young boy was scared so he didn't reach out but the woman reassured him with her soft voice that it was safe so he reached and grabbed her white cold pale hand and came out of the tight spot he was in and came to his feet. He looked up at the beautiful woman and she asked him if he wished to live forever travel with her and he agreed and she began to bite his neck and turn him into what he is today, A Vampire. Several years went by and he defected away from the woman and he was offered a spot on the council of vampires since he was one of the first to be changed and he was very noble and wise. He accepted the offer and has been on the Vampire Council ever since and watches over the vampire world closely through his eyes with his high position. Since he is somewhat younger then the other council members or atleast looks younger he is usually the one that travels and handles affairs such as the secret of there existance being found out or vampires getting too powerful or out of control and such. When he comes around vampires know to respect him and to listen to him because he has little too know patience when it comes to disrespect and he has little mercy. Weapons (if any): His Body Race: Daeva
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:47 pm
[My Stuff]Kareesata Name: Akina Svit`Kona
Alias: 'Kina, only Maren is allowed to call her that, though.
Age: Died when she was 16. Now she is close to 300 years.
Appearance:
Personality: Akina was one that loves to show-off. If she is in a battle, she would never accept help willingly. It would have to be a life-or-death situation. Many times her pride gets hurt easily. Which makes her go on crazy missions to prove her worth. As the youngest Elder in history, she still finds she is no where near as good as she should be.
But as time progresses, Akina's mentality and personality has been noticeably changing due to her raging Brahmaparush instincts. Many may call her insane, or at least cynical, but they all respect her to some degree. Because if one doesn't respect one's Elder, one will know the wrath of Akina.
To those who have wronged her, she will always hunt and maim. For those who befriend her, her loyalty will never end.
History: Akina's life, even as a mortal, was filled with sorrow. At a tender age, Akina watched her parents die, mutilated by a vampire that were feeding. She watched her twin sister's organs be fed on by a vampire she will always hate. Ninak, the horrible being he is, tortured her and tried to make her his lover, no matter her protests. He was not one of the best master's a vampire could have. Even though he mistreated her, he expected her to be loyal, instead she found herself racing to a new home.
Though after realizing his mistake, he came back to her, and taught her many ways of vampirism. Most of her fighting abilities come from her Master. The knowledge she learned, and the savage bestial-ways of her fighting she earned. Before leaving England, she was sired as Vampire Elder. Perhaps her fighting capabilities and unending savageness earned her the title of Youngest Elder in History. The Council ordered her to exterminate a large mass of vampires in Los Angeles. Instead of killing them as she was meant to, she ended up befriending the K'Meric's. Now, she is so close to Maren, she would rather die than lose that friendship.
Weapons: Akina had been able to fight with weapons. Sanguinarian strength allowed her to. After she died, and was tortured in Hell, she lost most of that natural strength. Reborn, she walks the earth as a Brahmaparush, learning the ways of how to brutally kill someone. Apparently, she is a very fast learner.
Race: Brahmaparush. After her true death, and being tortured by the lord of hell, she came back to take care of Alluvian. Failing to do so half of the time, her life now consists of killing those who wrong her...
Unlike Maren, Akina finds herself too impatient to blend in with the other serial killers in Los Angeles. She kills entire families, or maybe just an infant, to traumatize and terrify for no apparent reason.
Sanguinarian. Ninak Name: Ninak Svit`Kona
Alias: [none]
Age: Probably close to 1,000. Stopped keeping track afer 700 when the days seemed to just blend together...
Appearence:
http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/7084/trozengz5.jpg
Personality: Ninak is spontaneous, to say the least. He is the kind of male who would rather sit in the corner, surrounded by women, than socialize with friends. They were his friends, in many ways. One-night stands is his specialty.
History: Not much is known about Ninak. To shorten things, he was born in London, England, between the 12th and 14th century's. Throughout history, he has been able to keep control over Vampires that try to flaunt their abilities around mortals. He was a known mercenary until the most recent hundred years or so when that became illegal. When his most enjoyable hobby became unavailable, not that laws really applied to him, he decided to get a 'family'. There was a blonde, cute, sixteen year old mortal he had stalked for many months. Finally, one day he decided to raid her house in the middle of the night. Her sister and parents were slaughtered before her eyes. He kidnapped Akina from her family, and made her join his own. From then he had not trained her, waiting until the perfect moment. Now, his oldest child is Vampire Elder, he comes to join her life more often. Even though his methods are cruel and unusual, he enjoys every moment of her torture.
When his child left him, he took his time finding her. Knowing she was hiding out with many other races, he did not see the hurry in her punishment. When Ninak finally made it from England to California, he learned how all of his teachings was for nothing. Angered by her betrayal, he now works on prying her from her 'friends' and the Angel she fell in love with, and returning Akina to her normal stature of a vicious killer.
Weapons: His own natural abilities. Akina's unnatural speed came from him, though Akina's speed was no where near as good as his.
Race: Sanguinarian.
Takiko
Name: Takiko Svit`Kona
Alias: Taki.
Age: ~100
Appearence:
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Personality: Quiet and shy, she is quiet the opposite of her favored elder. Takiko does not usually trust many. Only one can ever be seen being appraised by Takiko, and that would be Akina. Her one and only loyalty stands with Akina SvitKona. If anyone was to hurt anyone she loved, the threat would be annihilated with ease.
History: When she was young, her parents died of the Spanish Influenza in the early nineteenth century. Without enough money to stay in a home, or even a hospital when she got ill, Takiko contracted the disease as well. The Influenza had nearly taken her life in a matter of days. A certain day, one of the last she could remember, the town she lived in was being destroyed. Homes were being filled with screams, blood pouring off their walls. Out of all the flames and rubble a single creature strode - Akina. When Takiko tried to speak with the ravenous vampire, even though she was lying on her deathbed, something in Akina seemed to change. Takiko was almost identical to Akina's long-dead sister, Yashiruu. Being grief stricken, the vampire actually turned who she thought was her sister, while mumbling something of saying she thought she was dead. Now, thinking her sister would be alive for all eternity, she is pained to find out Takiko was not her sister, no matter how similar they were. Even so, the vampiress' began to grow to love each other. A pure bond that even connected mentally as children do with their vampiric masters.
Weapons: Takiko is what you would call more of a lover than a fighter. With limited fighting abilities, her only weapons are two ivory fangs protruding from her lips when she feeds.
Race razz sychicNatalie and David Names: Natalie and David Svit'Kona
Ages: Natalie is 18; David is 17. Both were turned only weeks ago.
Natalie's appearence: http://www.katarinasokolova.com/show_single.php?t=aw&n=7
Natalie's favorite Muroni form: http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u89/prettygirl67/kitten-tabby.jpg
Natalie's Race: Muroni.
David's Appearence: http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f83/bubble_buddy52/grid_lucifer_02.png
David's Race: Psychic
Recent History for David: When Narmer brought his children, Qa'a and D'jet to kill the K'Meric's, the Svit'Kona's were not pleased. Even in his incredibly young age, he wanted to fight. David wanted to show his family he would be able to protect them. A favorite memory of his was when he was talking to Alluvian. The only question he had on his mind, 'How do I protect my family?'. A question that even the ancient Angel could not answer.
After fighting Qa'a, the ancient vampire implanted images in David's mind. Terrors shook him, causing him to be unable to fight. Horrible things he could see, Qa'a made him see his family become torn apart, limb by limb. The fear and pain of seeing those images caused him to be immobile, while Qa'a killed him. Now, his death shakes the Svit'Kona's with grief... And gave them the strength to fight once again. Allowing Natalie to avenge her brother's death, by devouring Qa'a. Analese- Dead
Name: Analese Svit'Kona
Alias: Anabelle.
Age: Physically seven years old. Been a vampire for just over two years.
Appearance: http://i515.photobucket.com/albums/t358/YukiHakumei/Vampire Night/anime-771.jpg
Personality: Silent and reserved. All she cares about is the girl named Natalie. Adjusting to her family, she barley knew those who died with Narmer's invasions. Not even her Lady Elder. Still a child, she is mature, as mature as a teenager, though immature compared to her siblings.
History: School was supposed to be out for the next two weeks, on account of the horrible snowstorm that was predicted to hit southern London the next day. This day had begun unusual. Her mother did not wake her, making her late for the bus. In fact, she had not seen her parents at all that dreadful day. Then, when school is finished, everyone but her knew about the school bus breaking down. Apparently a blown radiator they couldn't fix, whatever that meant. Walking just down a few blocks, she noticed movement in the shadows. A man stepped towards her, his black eyes and black-white skin striking her with an awe.
Only a few days later, and she woke in a bed, a girl sitting at her bedside. When she woke, the girl explained all of her new family, the new land she was living in, called America, and how she was now a vampire. Every rule was explained, and especially the ones of her new family, and how her old one was dead. Natalie comforted her, and decided to cheer the young girl up by turning into a kitten and letting her pet her.
"It is what he does when he goes to London," the kitten explained, "When our Lord leaves, he is usually trying to add more to the family... Or grab a pack of cigarettes."
Weapons: Being in such a young body, and a young vampire, she doesn't yet have the muscle capability to wield a weapon. Until then, she can only rely on vampiric strength.
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Maren K'Meric, an old vampire with an even older prejudice against Daeva found out about Analese. Ninak hid her away in a forest, hoping to save his daughter's life. Though the persistent vampire followed, tracking the girl down. Not long after, Analese gained control of Maren, revealing to Ninak how cruel and heartless Daeva truly are. Even in the form of a little girl. She turned Maren against her own daughter, Vala. Vala ended up exacting her revenge and nearly tearing Ana part. In her pain and confusion, Ana's grip over Maren's mind slips, and the old vampire brings and end to the child's unlife.
Race: Daeva
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:50 pm
Howling MailSilver2005 This is an email system, just like all of the other races have. All of the races will have a email system as it is the most practical idea. Your character doesn't have a computer, get one. Its not my problem. Here's the format for messages, follow it! Message System Sent From: Sending To: Message:
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:51 pm
Night Embrace is gone. I just looked for it and it's not there D:
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:56 pm
My stuff excluding yami's already gathered profile ((Underground) wink Lost Palace of the First Yami1214 There is a large palace far underground. It was Yami's palace from when he was the first Demon King. It has many rooms and numerous halls. The main rooms are the throne room, the library, and the gathering hall.
The throne room is further underground and remains dark besides the few torches that light the stairway and hall that lead to the room. The room is empty besides a throne chair at the back of the room and a small end table right by the chair.
The library is very large and is filled with numerous books. The books consist of many topics. There are books about many fighting styles and books about different types of magic in example.
The gathering hall is where demons used to gather. It is quite large.
The whole palace seems very old and aged. Yami transported the palace under Los Angelos from its original location long ago with magic.
It is well hidden and rarely visited by even Yami. Don't really need to have the posts from here seeing as it is just a bunch of Yami being emo Leo and Karie Yami1214 (Working on. Dx ) Name: Leo Alias: Jack-of-All-Trades Age: 18 Appearance:  Personality: He's defiant to the end to people that piss him off. He's the punkish yet kind type of guy. he's loyal to the K'Merics and more specifically, him and his sister's savior from poverty and crime, Yami. History: Weapons: Modified sniper rifle and two pistols. Name: Karie Age: 6 Appearance: Karie Before 'Promise'Karie After 'Promise'Current ApperancePersonality: The shy type of girl but when introduced to someone nice, she'll open up and might even give them a hug. She has a keen sense on when it comes to telling if someone is nice or not. She's devoted to her new best friends Vala and Ferral. She has more of a liking to Vala though. History: Other: She was a mute. The endangered Vala brought back her voice and a new power to the child.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:00 pm
Angel Subforum Info Sonic Silfarion Welcome to the Angel subforum. Only angels are allowed here, thats my final word on it. Angels are messengers from God, sent to stop the spread of evil that the minions of hell have started. Angels can look different, though they all have wings. The size and shape can differ, but it is their white wings that define an angel. At first, angels were not allowed to personally affect anything on Earth. All they could do was guide people in the right direction, without actually touching anything. But this rule has changed since demons found a way to come to Earth. In order to counter this, angels were sent. This has started a unrelenting war between the demons and the angels. Angels view vampires and lycans as unholy too, though not entirely lost. Some angels are on a mission of salvation and are trying to convert as many lycans and vampires as possible to the side of good. The effectiveness of this is still to be determined. Valkyrie Mage Notice to all who are interested in being part of the Angels of Los Angeles:As the Male Archangel and Mod of the Angels, I welcome you to Los Angeles, the city of Angels. If you would like to join the Holy Legion of God's Army, then I am the one you will send your profile to. If I think the profile is too...overpowered, or not fit for an Angel, then I will consult Silver, and the other Mods about it, and then we will come to a decisive conclusion, and you will be notified if it is suitable for an Angel.
If you have any other questions about the Angels of LA, feel free to send me a message and I will do my best to help you in any way I can.
I hope that you join the Angels, and our holy crusade against all evil in the city. Our purpose is righteous, and will prevail in the end.
Thank you for choosing us.
-Valkyrie
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:01 pm
Rooms sad First and last posts)Uchiha Itachi Jr  Throughout the vast forest out of town by the river near the golden gate bridge, deep in the forest lies a Mansion hat looks abandoned and old and rich in the middle of nowhere with a winding road leading towards the highway to go back to Los Angeles. Marcus the vampire council member lives here and rarely stays here because he is always in europe with the rest of the council. This mansion is used for when he visits los angeles and needs to stay for long periods of times. Vampires he's turned usually stay here and take care of the mansion and watch over it for him while he's gone and always await his return. Down in the mansions lower basement is where all the coffins are and and deeper then that is Marcus's domain where he stays and thinks and even sleeps. The doors to his domain are reinforced with thick steel and not even the strongest of vampires can get through without the codes to the door which only Marcus and his 5 followers have.Uchiha Itachi Jr Marcus looked towards his huge metal doors that opened and saw his three followers. "Two are looking for Akina, and I want one of you to go back and contact the council of the treason that Maren K'Meric has committed and tell them that shes out of control and as of yet unstable from my judgement, I will be staying awhile so hurry back my child." He told the vampire as he headed off and disappeared. He then took the blood transfusions out of his arm and then looked at the two that stood in front of him. "I want everyone in this mansion prepared for my 'meeting' and also everyone trained for defense and offense just in case." He told the sanguarian as he walked off to do as his master told him to do. "I'm definitely going to kill Maren if its the last thing I do!" He yelled as the doors closed and then he looked to his follower. "The sun will be rising soon i'm going to take a nap" He said as he looked at his follower and then rested his head slightly as he closed his eyes. ------------------------------ -I- Nyx -I- As you walk into the candle lit room you notice a dark figure in a chair, welcome, please come in. a voice tells you. The figure stands and turns to reveal itself to be a tall pale female with jet black hair wearing a black lacy lolita dress and a collar around her neck. she walks towards you her jewlry jingling with every step, her cold dark red eyes meet yours and a shiver runs up your spine '' hello there, my name is Lilith. welcome to my domain.'' -I- Nyx -I- Lillith clenched her fist together and shut her eyes.. i should not have read that message so soon...she thought to herself still searching for Loki-san. -------------------------------- [Warning: Crappy post. Lmao ] Kareesata As you walk inside, you find yourself noting how the main room seems to be... missing something... Everything was pitch black, allowing only vampires or other forms of nightwalkers, who's eyes are used to darkness to dare to tread inside.
Black satin curtains lace the windows on the far side of the large main room. You find your curiousity pulling you forward. The large room had limited furniture, only a crimson couch, furnished with satin throw pillows. To the left was a small bedroom, a bed and small table were visible from the couch.
Even though the room seemed so empty for how big it was, it still seemed comforting. The modesty within its walks welcomed anyone who dare tread foot into a Sanguinarian's humble abode. looser_boy2005 (Bwuh? Quicksand thing?! I haven't heard about that at all.)
The information made him smile and Alluvian was able to quickly and efficiently devise a few ways to make everything work out perfectly. "Then...he'll be forced to listen to us, no matter what. I hope he has Stella with him too, that will defuse his anger even more. I have the feeling that everything will work out fine. Perfectly." The smirk was conniving, showing that he was confident in his plan. Perfectly confident.
Then, just as he turned to give her somewhat of a congratulatory kiss, he stiffened, his body spasming. A look of confusion crossed his features, then horror, which was blanked out in an instant. The black in his eyes began to swirl, white infusing itself into the mix, before fading towards dark red, darker than dried blood.
"Perfectly...perfectly...perfectly," he kept repeating in a perfect monotone. A hand reached up to claw at his face, before the nails extended in another spasm. At this point, the dark red color had completely overridden his darkness. "I don't give up quite that easy, my dear," he said.
The white rocketed back in, his eyes going blank and glassy, before he fell back onto the bed, comatose.
( blaugh Ah...fun. More drama. And this is only the beginning. Wait til I get back for more. See all of you in 5-6 days! biggrin )
Akina's eyes never stopped watching him, every movement he made only increased her happiness. "Everything will be perfect." She agreed, nuzzling his chest before she noticed a congratulatory kiss was in order. Just as their lips were about to meet, she stopped, her eyes wide and fearful. The confusion, and horror, and how it all disappeared in an instant. That was not right. Watching him with wide, fearful eyes she heard his voice repeat itself a few times, as the color in his eyes changed.
Blood red eyes... That voice. She knew that voice. All of her breaths stopped, as she watched Alluvian, still filled with fear even as his body stopped moving. "Alluvian?!" She screamed in fear, her hands instinctively reaching for his face. Carefully, she pulled back a single eye-lid, checking to see if his pupils would dialate, or if he was just playing a nasty joke. Instead, a gasp came from her lips, staring at comatose white eyes.
Just as soon as she had him, he was gone again. As her mind frantically tried to reach out to him, she found him unable to respond. It wasn't like the sleep, it was much, much different.
Maren could know what to do. She had experience with just about everything. Still, as she climbed off the bed and scrambled for her clothing, the words could not leave her mind, 'I don't give up quite that easy, my dear' ... That is not something Alluvian would say. In fact, it reminded her of S... This was just a nightmare, that was all. A bad nightmare.
Dressed, she decided to throw Alluvian's clothing on, careful of his sleeping body. Placing her arms under his shoulders, and then under his knees, she cradled him in his arms. Tears streaked down her cheeks, falling onto his body.
[Exit: The Babylon]---------------------------------- Envy_the_Homunculi Very antique looking at first glance. The door is a deep blood red color, probably made of redwood or another such tree. Once inside, one notices that it it kept dark, with dimmer lights and candleabras that seem to be constantly lit. The windows are covered with heavy blood red curtins to keep out the sun from his room. In a seperate room, blocked by another red door, is is bedroom which holds his coffin and a bed for the mortals that come over. Back in the main room and a huge book case that takes up nearly one entire wall and is filled with ancient books in many different languages. His personal desk is large, dark, and heavy, with many drawers and a roll down top that keeps his things secret. The walls continue the darkness in the room being a dark red like the doors and the carpet is black along with the ceiling. [Thhheeennn... Envy goes MIA. Narmer takes place. Rapes Akina. She tries to bite his manly parts. He was mad. Then he congratulates her and speaks of world domination. We really don't need that in detail though :3 ] Narmer The Great He noticed her worry and merely smiled, "Be calm, Pharaoh. It is only time we prove our power by slaughtering an army of weak Vampires. They have merely delivered themselves on a silver platter, nothing more."
Narmer put his arm around her waist and led her out, "Come, let us greet them, then become their doom."
[Exit: Night's Embrace] Kareesata His words, as always, soothed her rigid emotions. Calmly, she imagined the perfect situation they were going to have. All of the vampires would be controlled. Just by having mortals caged and farmed. Such perfect bliss. Now all she had to do was to forget these were K'Meric's, her friends.
[Exit] -------------------------------- chcraven An underground cave, accessed by a naturally camoflaged hole, aproximatly 1 and 3/5 of a mile deep. the acctual dwelling is furnished with homemade chairs, tables, sofa's, and the like constructed for human bone, wire, and super glue. The door is a thick curtain of demin he stitched together. a side from some assorted candles illumination is given via a makeshift chandelir lifted and lowered by a pullie system, chainlink dog collars and wire. The chandiler itself is assorted bones and skulls topped with candles. Rhia-chan (( 8D I have first and second blocks with a Laptop, then lunch with a laptop in fourth, and in fifth I have drafting on a computer. Every day is a good day 4laugh ))
The Jaguar padded out of the den, her tail swishing as she beckoned for Michelle to follow, heading out to the park
((Exit: Griffith Park~)) -------------------------------------- xXxAllThatsLeftxXx "Catacombs in Los Angelos?" you ask. Why certainly. Let me take you back to a time when Vampires were few and far between, and where many a mortal believed in them. Much of this has changed; the stories of vampiriacal viciousness, faded into the sands of time. Many people are unaware of the horrible and bloody wars between mortal and the undead. The occurances are so fantastical, that there could be no way that they are true. We live in a world where science can prove everything, and anything that is a mystery must not be true until it is proven to be so. Vampires have faded from existence, though you can find a few lirking in the shadows. During the early 19th century, vampires were like this as well, but due to the vampire craze and increasing numbers of slayings, the few vampires were driven to find new ways to hide their dark secret. Taking from the Christian idea, a great intricate passageway was built under the city. It was highly successful and the mortals slowly forgot about the monsters, only adding the many stories to the list of other legends. Like the witch and the werewolf before them, vampires had disapeared from the minds of their prey. 2 centuries later, The city of Los Angelos is thriving with human life, but unbeknownst to them, beneath their subway stations and sewers lie the great Catacombs of long ago. There, the very creatures that went into hiding, live. Most of the newer vampires, changed after the beginning of the 20th century do not know of this archetectural wonder. You will be the first of many to see it... ... ... xXxAllThatsLeftxXx Gabriel paced in the central hall as his thoughts danced through his head. What was going on in the real world. He knew that the many races were slaughtering one another, but he wanted more information; he wanted to know why. Gabriel hadn't been out in a while, a fact he much regretted. He slowly wrestled over the idea of whether he should stay or leave his stronghold. What if he was overwhelmed by his animal hunger. It wouldn't be obvious, and he wouldn't go so far as to killing someone, but he would still regret losing control. He finally reached a decision and headed towards the noise of the city. Information was much more appealing. Gabriel ducked his head as he cleared a low archway and, by shoving a large boulder out of the way, revealed the intrance to one of Los Angelos' many sewers. Scaling a moldy ladder, Gabriel stepped out into a crowded noisy world, unfamiliar to him. [how long has it been since I first locked myself away from this life?Damita The room is quite but there is always a light on. The decorations are rather olden, items and books coming from the at least the 13th century. Everything is neat and tidy, never left messy. Chloe doesn't mind people being in her apartment so she leaves the door unlocked for anyone who happens to come by. [Unless I'm mistaken... Wasn't there a few pages to Chloe's room? I only found one post.]
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:02 pm
Lycan houses(In Club) 6th Story ~ Kyrian's room Daiuske Imora The room is a fairly large space that resembles a dance studio with a balcony for those special nights of hunting. The room is barely furnished. In fact, there's no bed at all. Four windows run along one side of the wall by the balcony. However, each of them is covered by large red drapes that block out all light. On the opposite wall sits a heavily stored arrangement of books, next to a couch. The books run in different categories from Ancient literature to Marvel comics, chemistry, and even a very old copy of "The Giving Tree." It's the most cherished book on that self. Across the couch is a large refrigerator full of goodies (sweets, candies, sodas, etc), kept under a lock and key. Sitting atop is a small statue of a wolf on a cliff. Next to the box of sweet delights is a very large closet holding many of the different weapons used in combat against those rats with wings. There is a set of twin blades, four srads, one bo staff, a set of iron claws, a set of gauntlets, seven kunai, one sai, a shobo, and a pair of personally customized semi-automatic pistols. One pistol is modified for long distance and targeting. The other is modified for rapid fire and quick draws. The next wall is a complete war zone of electronics. There sits a large television system, surrounded by a few gaming consoles. Usually there's an Xbox 360 with a copy of halo 3 that is never turned off. A child at heart, yes. One laptop. And a small brigade of iPods. At a first glance, you'd never expect a lycan to live here. However this place is not intended to be a cold place. The world outside is cold enough. This is a place to let down defenses. A place to rest in the day, and wait to hunt at night. (In Club) Zzeill Hyde ~ The Alpha Female's Room Crytuf When one enters from the silver wood door they could tell this person had taste. Dark wood colored walls line to room while the ceiling was a silver wood like the door to mimic the moonlight. Along the walls sat many bookcases lined with old books and new all the same. Some for reading and some about the pack and its past. A desk sits opposite the door, littered with papers and other things of a hard worker, a computer sitting in the corner faceing the rest of the room in a diagonal manner. A bed sits along the same wall, though in the corner away from it and, like the rest of the room, it is neatly made and clean. In the corner along the same wall as the door sits a violin case that looked old as well and played often. A fire place lays between the bed and the desk, giving the room and cozy feel. The mantel held many small objects, one being the gun case for her revolver and above that on the wall was the holder for her whip.
Knock before entering unless you want your head ripped off. (In Club) Derek- The Alpha Male's Room (Previously Silver's) Silver2005 The room is much different then you would expect, though this could be guessed as he received the room from the last Alpha. He has made no changes whatsoever, in memory of the Alpha that died during the war.
The walls of the rooms are painted silver and the floor is made of mahogany wood. There is a fireplace in one corner of the room, with three cushioned chairs facing it.
In the back of the room, across from the door, is a cherry wood desk. There are still many documents within its drawers about the lycan race and members of the pack. Silver has placed a laptop on top of the desk, to be more efficient in keeping track of things.
On the left side of the room are two large bookcases, stacked with many books on lycan mythology, among other things.
There is a door in the back right of the room that leads to a small bedroom. Nothing fancy in this room, though comfortable nonetheless. (In Club) 5th Story~~Ed's Room. shaiwolf A large space just out of earshot of the club's noisier customers. Perfect windows for Poe to come in and out of.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:03 pm
Crypt MailSilver2005 This is an email system, just like all of the other races have.
All of the races will have a email system as it is the most practical idea. Your character doesn't have a computer, get one. Its not my problem.
Here's the format for messages, follow it!Message System Sent From: Sending To: Message:
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:03 pm
I have this saved in a Word File, along with random posts by Narmer, Maren, Wenda and Stella Quote: IT’S BEEN A WHILE COMING, BUT WE’RE HERE. My name is Vivian K’Meric, and I cried when Dumbledore died. I have seen every episode of The Simpsons more times than I care to admit and I stopped watching Survivor after season four when it really started to suck. On Friday nights I go to glow in the dark bowling with my friends, and I lined up for hours on opening night to see the Lord of the Rings trilogy with my brothers. My name is Vivian K’Meric, and I am a Vampire. Judging from the previous page, I expect you have your own opinions on what I am, and what that makes me as a person. I can say that most of it is true, but so wildly swung out of proportion that I worry that what I want to get through to you will not have any effect at all. I can see from it that you are scared and confused and honestly, so am I. The world we have shared our entire lives has changed a lot in the past few hours, but as different as everything suddenly is it is still our world we live in, our lives where we have to make a few decisions about. Really, nothing has changed. I’ve always been here, I’ve been with you since the start of it all. I know you by word and action and you know me by story and cinema, we’ve just never been introduced until now. So let me introduce myself. You know my name so please, call me Viv. I was born in what is today Poland, a beautiful little peaceful country. In April I was blessed to be able to celebrate my four hundred and thirteenth birthday, making me a middle-aged Vampire. I was a middle daughter of a family of eight, I married well and had four children before I died. My death was the way it usually is for Vampires –sudden and traumatic. I woke up one night, and everything I loved was gone. My life had been torn apart, my children dead, my husband drained of blood. This is not a fairytale, becoming a Vampire is not some easy, painless fantasy. Nor is it a horror, I did not wake up some wicked monster that desired the destruction of mankind. I woke up much as I had any other day, my mind uncannily clear as I realized what I was and what had happened, and slowly introduced myself to my new family much the same as I am introducing myself to you. They welcomed me with open arms, cared for me as I came to terms with my death and supported me as I learned to drink blood and stood by me when I refused to do it. They took me out and showed me the ropes, brought me to America with them when America was a series of colonies, far different from the great nation it is today. President Lincoln’s assassination left a bitter taste in my mouth. I recall recycling tinsel at Christmas during WWII, a small effort to help the troops since I could not build munitions in the daylight. I was glued to the television for hours when John F. Kennedy was shot and I can remember word for word Martin Luther King’s dream, bless his soul. I stood front row, screaming and jumping with the crowd as the Beatles played feet from where I was and let me tell you, it was groovy. I first learned how to read sixty years ago, I had no interest in the skill until then. Today I have a degree in Engineering from the University of Oregon, a PhD in Medicine from l'Universiti Pierre et Marie Curie in France and have plans to follow my masters in Philosophy from the University of Rome with a doctorate degree. Knowledge is power. The more you know, the more you can do, and the more self-reliant you can become. I have opinions on all the major topics of today’s times and more you’ve never been aware of from other countries and older issues. I watch CNN and surf the internet, though you won’t find my profile on any social website. Maybe this would be a good opportunity to start, would you follow my tweets? I have a question for you, now. What does ice cream taste like? As a Vampire my body cannot handle most solid food. I can have a range of liquids, but that’s about it. I’ve always wanted to try a Twinkie, cotton candy, marshmallows. Is sliced bread really all it’s made out to be? What about Pop Tarts and Captain Crunch? The last solid food I ate was rabbit stew with vegetables. I spent all day boiling it over a fire, I can remember how thick and rich it tasted despite the aged produce and tough meat. Nothing I’ve had since then has compared to that last meal, though it was simply another autumn dinner when I had it. Times change and the refrigerator changes even more. One more question, does peanut butter really stick to the roof of your mouth? If you’ve read this far, then thank you. I do not expect the vast majority of people to take the time to read through my words, particularly after the contents of the front page. I hope you realize how similar we really are, how we’ve both always lived together without ever noticing one another. I am an American citizen, I’ve enjoyed the rights and freedoms that all Americans have and I hope that even though you can see us now you’ll let us continue to live as we always have, people in a vast and diverse country. Changes are coming fast and hard, important events worldwide will start happening quicker and quicker. I cannot speak for all Vampires –we are as different amongst ourselves as humans are amongst each other- but I can say for certain that there are numbers of us who, now that the doors are open, would like to come out of the shadows. Please, let us stand together through this next tough stretch. The world is in turmoil, and our best chance of pulling through this is by standing together. Sincerely, Vivian K’Meric
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:04 pm
The Vampire SubforumSilver2005 Welcome to the home of the vampires. This is where all of the brethren will congregate. Vampires have been talked about through history for hundreds of years, though the truth on their abilities has been clouded through time. Vampires are creatures who have lived among us for centuries and fed on us for just as long. They are weak aginst sunlight, so they do not go out in the daylight, but they can last about an hour in daylight if necessary before they will die from the UV rays. Forms of UV rays in a container have been perfected, so it is now possible to quite literally have hte sun in your hand. These containers have been formatted into bullets and used against the vampires. This doesn't mean that the vampires haven't come up with a few tricks over the ages. They have obtained weapons themselves, Specifically, silver bullets and some even carry holy water bullets. Now that a peace has happened for a shor time, the vampires are intent on gaining power once again. So come on over to Night's Embrace and have a bite... [NOTICE: Night's Embrace is gone. ]
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