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 Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 6:11 pm
Name: Azmaru
Born: June 1191 Turned: 1213 (22)
Race: Vampire
Class: Sanguinarian (Radical Thinker)
Enemy: None
Birthplace: Jerusalem Turned: Rome, Italy
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Appearance-
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140lb
Eye: Brown
Hair: Brown (long)
Skin: Pale White
Clothing:
Wears a white cloak, with a red sash tied around his waist.
Brown/leather shoes, made for running and climbing.
Black Gloves
Grey T-shirt
Olive drab pants
Scars/Tattoos:
Gash across left forearm (width cut)
Small scars on both arms.
Accessories:
A silver dollar necklace. (tight)
A cross on a necklace (wrapped around wrist, placed in glove)
A golden coin on a necklace (rarely worn)
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Weapons:
Silver "Brass" knuckles- A pair of brass knuckles, thin knuckles (about 2 cm) coated by about 1.5 inches of .88 silver, making for quite the tool to disable Werewolves
Silver Nitrate Bullets- A lower containment of silver nitrate, also within it is a form of tetrodoxtin (a paralyzing poison, found in the fugu) mixed in, meaning it will disable and harm the werewolf, but can also poison a normal victim. Making it twice as useful to carry. -NON LETHAL DOSES-
Silver Bullets- Made of .95 silver, these bullets are among some of the purest bullets around. Carries 2 magazines only. Has to make these himself.
Needles- 4 needles, each one containing a Non-lethal dose of Sodium thiopental, used on subdued opponents, to stop their struggling/fighting.
Sword- A one handed straight sword, modeled after the 3rd crusades similar short swords, with slight modifications, including an edge of silver.
2x Pistols: One is a regular M9, with the no modifications, the other is a M9 with a modification for both the insertion of special bullets (Silver, Silver Nitrate or UV) each has a simple gold wrap around the base.
UV bullets- Highly seen as a bad thing to carry, but with the constant threat of being attacked by Werewolves, Demons, Unforgiving Hunters, and now even Rogue vampires, he must carry all forms of ammunition. As with Silver Nitrate, he only carries 2 magazines, and each are only enough to burn the enemy, only killing them if shot in a vital area. The UV is also, unlike Lycan bullets, highly congealed, to prevent spreading throughout the vampires body. -NON LETHAL-
Silver Dust- A powderized silver, used for clearing a room. It also causes any race that has to breath to cough, as it gets caught in their throat. Werewolves beware, this can burn your insides.
Holy Water- All items are laced with holy water, aside from the silver dust. This is the only thing he trusts to battle Demons.
Biography: [Be warned, it contains a lot of the word "he"]
Born on the edge of the Third Crusade, and near the Saracen troops, he was forced to watch the war (though, he didn't seem to mind). Born of a Christian Family, living deep within the borders of Muslim territory.
He lived, for the most part bouncing between his families home (outside of the Holy Land) and inside a Monestary, in another city farther away. During these travels he "joined" (he was of age, and the soldiers forced him into it) to join the army of Richard the Lionheart. After surviving the war, he moved on to the country of Rome, where he was "shown" some of the old places, many of which were the final resting spots of some Knights Templars, who went a little out of their way to kill the followers of Islam. When in Rome, he was turned through events he does not fully remember. He does though, remember lots of drinking going on.
After that, he noticed a strong allergy to the sun, and then he was fully unable to go out in it. Soon enough, he received the note. It told him about his turning, and all of this. And, at first he was unable to believe it. But, as most vampires do, he accepted it. For 100 years, he remained a strictly rule following vampire.
He met Lycans, in a non-violent confrontation as well. They quickly ran though, when the Death Dealers showed up. He was punished for not killing them on site. He argued, saying that they had done nothing to merit him killing them. He was exiled from the Coven, though for only 500 years. More than long enough for him to meet several Lycans. He held no quarrel with them, and unlike most was actually unable to hold the racism towards them. He even held a form of sympathy for the humans, and often wouldn't kill them. Instead, he would knock them unconscious, cut a wound near an artery, and drain enough blood for him to survive, but not kill that person. Usually, about 1/2 a pint.
When he was re-entered into the Coven, he held radical views, most of which were only minor at the time. His largest one, was his idea to banish the idea of Death Dealers, and instead start a form of Guardian-like role within the Covens. (He learned of the Guardian thing from multiple hours within feet of hunters.) He continues to preach these views, and will not kill a Lycan, or human unless they are unable to be stopped using non-lethal force. Because of his idea's, he was the target of much hate. And, was often times attacked by lesser vampires, who wished to kill him. When the Lycans started producing the UV bullets, he began to modify them. They to became part of his non-lethal arsenal.
While he retains the position as a Sanguinarian, he does not act like one, and often times will refer to himself as a Guardian. Usually causing some confusion onto which side he was on.
When in a conflict, he will usually side with the Vampires if they are around. If he has no reason to fight, even if the vampires are fighting, he will remain out of it.
Aside from vampires he will side with anyone fighting the Tainted, and he also will help Lycans fighting Hunters. He has never been seen aiding a hunter, and holds a strong disapprovals on all but the Guardians ways.
-The move to New York- Why?
He decided to move to New York when his idea's truly began to cause a ruckus within the coven, and he did not want to be exiled again. So, he ran. Going to a new Coven, he hoped they would accept these new ideas. Or, at least respect his right to his own ideas.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 1:35 pm
Name: Oren DeKaza
Age: 26- Newly turned vampire
Type: Early stages of vampirism-Sanguinarian
Weapons: Simple 9mm pistol
Appearance: Silver grey hair with strong build. 6’ 180 lbs with maroon eyes
Background story: “I awoke sprawled along an alleyway in the streets of Nantes, a city in western France…I didn’t know who I was or why I was there, all that I knew at that moment was the dire thirst that ate away at me as I weakly pulled myself together.”
“It was raining…dampness and a cold chill resonated all around me as the cloudy night sky flashed with a thunderbolt and the wind blew in from the west. I cupped my hands and filled it with the heavy drops that splashed all around me…I drank…I drank…it just wasn’t enough…I needed more than that, the cold and wet would kill me long before this thirst yet still I wanted more. I stumbled down the alleyway feeling in the darkness for something to support me, my hands were now numb from the cold air and my body began to shake. The dim dark shapes around me blurred as I slowly made my way guided by the brick wall at my side.”
“Bonjour?... Y a il quiconque là?
“That voice…It was like a trigger in my head…I could see her through that darkness…somehow she was the only thing I could see…A young girl…she had an umbrella in one hand and a small basket in the other…her hair…I cant forget it, nor can I forget what I had the urge to do…My mouth was watering as my nose caught the scent of perfume…I felt like a wolf ready to pounce on an unsuspecting lamb…she still couldn’t see me through the gloom, but I could see everything now. I inched closer, there was no doubt she could see me now as I entered the light of a street lamp at the entrance to the alley. She had frozen as soon as the light filled my face, her mouth half open. An unknown force pulled me closer, and the same force kept her still, in a trance almost as she looked up into my face.”
“…And then?” said the dark figure as he looked at the young man before him.
“And then…nothing…the last thing I remember after that was the girl’s eyes looking at me…then I woke up again, in a river headed west for the ocean. It was strange…My clothes were even worse than before and the thirst was much less intense than I had remembered…after I reached the end of the river I crawled out exhausted and made my way for the nearest place to get away from the cold. I found a warehouse near the docks, it was dilapidated but warm, and so at that moment I didn’t care. I fell into a deep sleep, I guess I had slept through the entire day for I had awoken just as the sun had went down again…I felt a lot better…”
“Good…that is to be expected…” The man had said as he again stood.
“What do you mean? Why are you here, what’s happened to me!?” said the young man as he now stood, his torn clothes still damp. He looked at the man in black before him; a raven flew in from a broken window above, cawed once then landed on an empty post stand in the ground.
“All will be explained in due time…” The man in black walked towards the raven then petted it lightly. “You are now part of something you could never have imagined…You first must find a way to America…go across the Atlantic, far to the west until you reach the city of New York. There, all your questions will be answered…”
“Hell no!” said the young man
“If you wish to survive I suggest you listen now…” The man in black faced him, a stern stance and unseen glare. “Use your instincts…stay hidden until you reach New York…You will know what to do when you get there.
“What makes you think Ill listen to-” He never finished the sentence for the man in black was gone and all that remained was the Raven, who let out a solemn caw as it preened it feathers and paid no attention the him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 7:54 am
NAME: William Zard
AGE: 269 {looks 23}
TYPE: Deathdealer
WEAPONS: katana, edge of blade made with silver, and a shotgun with silver nitrate bullets, a throwing stars made out of silver with silver nitrate within the throwing stars.
APPEARANCE:muscular, with blond slicked back hair, blue eyes, around 6 feet who wears black t-shirts with a leather jacket and gray baggies.
BIO: William was sired in Florida, fort lauderdale. He lived in a medium sized house with only his dog as company. one night when he was watering his lawn when he heard a scream scream from next door. William went over to investigate when someone came up from behind him and bit his neck. God, it hurt like hell. After that he blacked out and when he came to again william found this beast thing staring at him. It was hairy as heck and had a wolf-like body. IT came at me charging and william had no idea what to do. He was looking around for a weapon when he found a pistol next to me. THe beast lunged before he had time to lift the gun. He was hit on the face and went sailing. Somehow william managed to land on his feet. He tried to shoot it, but missed. It was lunging again and when it was close enough to william he could feel its breath william shot the remaining bullets into that things head. That's when I heard someone clapping. A man who looked a couple years older then william came over and asked what williams' name was and he told him it was william. then he took me in and told me my dog was killed by that thing he called a lycan and taught william all about the lycans. He taught me everything he knew about everything.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 1:51 pm
((A little late, but I'm still here!! hahaha))
Name: Koriko
Age: 1087, but looks to still be in his mid 20's
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons:
Two Katanas
Both are strapped to his back, the stocks are tucked under his trench coat
Four Daggers
Two in his boots and Two on the Sheaths of his katanas
He also had Two Mac 10's.
The mac 10's are strapped to his sides, he has Six Magazines with Silver Nitrate. he got the katanas from a Japanese man when he lived in japan a few hundred years ago, the daggers he got from his master when he was still in training, and the mac 10's are newly aquired and he only uses them when the odds aren't looking that well.
Appearance:
Koriko stands about 6' 6'1" about 250lbs to 300lbs, depending on what he is carrying. He has shoulder length b***h black hair. He has dark blue sombering eyes, which if looked into properly can tell the whole story of his life. He is also pretty thin for his hight and weight, which makes him very agile. He always wears a black trench coat, the collar of it covers up the head stalks of his katanas (just so it's not easily noticed), and black army boots protect his feet. He wears dark baggy leather pants. He has a scar on his both of his cheeks that he got from a hunter over in berlin a few hundred years back and just recently when he went back home for another hunt, he also has a scar on his right side from another lycan from the same recent hunt, those damn bastards and there claws.
Bio:
Turned around the year 920 A.D., over somewhere in europe, He never really knew his parents. They just left him once they found out he became a vampire. They didn't kill him, like most parents would have, they just didn't have the heart to. Koriko headed out into the world on his own. He went from town to town, country to country, looking. Searching for who he is, and what his role in the life is.
He found out about 50 years later while over in china. There he found a local coven, This one was nothing but death dealers. They took him in as one of there own. He trained for 150 years. In every form of martial arts he could possible get into. He became a weapon, a weapon which no lycan could live through.
After his training in china was done he decided to go back to eruope around the 1330's, right around when the black death hit. He was fortunate enough to never catch it, even though it wouldn't of killed him. It just wasn't anything nice to get back then. He almost did die though, from lack of food. The plague wiped out villages and left almost no mortals to feed off of. So not only was it killing the mortals, but the immortals were almost dying just as rapidly.
He quickly got out of europe, and towards the middle east. There he just lied in seclusion for about 60 years. This was a period of meditation and some more training. He wanted to be the deadliest death dealer on the planet. He became so skilled that he could take out his pry in a matter of seconds and not a sound was heard nor a drop of blood split. He had truly hit a new high.
Koriko then just roamed over the middle east, russia, and europe until the 1700's rolled around. He then hoped onto a boat to head over to the new land called America. He just went from town to town in Delaware, New Jersey and New york, until the revolutionary war came about. He quickly joined in the war on the Americans side. He fought along with some of the bravest men, even along side George Washington. He was one of the few men who crossed the Delaware that Christmas eve night.
Once the revolutionary war was over with, Koriko just drifted around in America. Doing the usual, going from city to city, Hunting lycans and feeding. Making a living off of hits people would hire him for. His last cover he was apart of was in Europe, and that was hundreds of years ago. until he decided to move to New York. He quickly came to find that it was home of the worlds second largest coven, and that is where he has stayed for many a year. ((I needed to redo my bio so thats what I just did. Hope you enjoy it, and mods, if anything is wrong let me know ^.^))
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 3:37 pm
Name: David Moore Age: 620 years old Type: Psychic Weapons: two "chain sabres" (which is a dagger in which the silver blade is connected to the hilt by a spring loaded wire, which can be thrown out, and can retract back, allowing to kill several lycans or any other victims at once), two G.R.A.D. .22 RS Knife gun which holds 5 .22 cal silver tipped hollow bullets filled with silver nitrate in a revolver type loader that fires with every pull of the trigger on the handle with a silver blade attached to the gun as well, psychic powers (mind reading, moving objects with my mind, precognition). Appearance:  Background story: Where should I begin? Should I start when I was born and grew up or should we start when I was turned? Thats where we should start. It was 1405 when I was turned, I was 20 at the time. I was the youngest son in the family. 14 years difference between my older brother. My family was average sociaty and we lived in a village called Summersetshire in England, near London. One night I was coming home late from a party during the fall. I decided to take the quicker way home by passing through some dark allyways. There I met a beautiful women with jet black hair and intense peircing green eyes. I felt like I was in a trance. I couldn't move as she moved closer and started to drain me of my blood. As I lay there dieing she started to walk away, then she looked back at me and then decided to turn me. That night from a rage of need from blood I fed on all that passed my way and never returned home. I moved from place to place, never staying anywhere for to long so that people in that area wouldn't catch on that there was a vampire in their midst, plus I didn't feel like getting hunted down. I went from England, Romainia, France, Egypt, China, Japan, Russia, and finally I came to the North America. I started off in Canada and moved my way down to all the states, then I finally came to live in Demonic New York where I live to this day.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 4:57 pm
Name: Sinovia
Age: 348, appears 21.
Type: Sanguinarian
Nationality: Russian
Weapons: She keeps a black gun in her right boot, containing silver bullets, and a silver knife tangled into her various belts.
Personality: She's a strange one.. To be honest she's purely crazy. When threatened she laughs and dances around, personally not giving a care of the danger headed towards her. Her manic ways make her hard to track, and her inability to care makes it hard to follow instruction. She goes by her own rules. She manipulates the prey to her advantage, making it hard for slayer's to convince the on-goers of her dangerous qualities. She uses her female abilities to lure in her prey. But don't mistake her for just another sex kitten, she's quite dangerous. She'll rip out your throat to get what she wants.. literally.
Appearance: Pale-skinned with sharp white teeth, of course. Brown-Orange Hair, verging on blonde. Her eyes are a bright golden-yellow color. She has the figure of a 19 year old, mildly curvy. She wears a black corsette-like top with tied up sides revealing her tattoo that runs down her side. It states "With these words I keep, May I condemn you to Hell," in chinese symbols. She wears tight black jeans with a skull on her back left pocket, with lace up gothic-like boots coming up to her lower thighs. With various belts slung around her waist. Occasionally she wears a black jean jacket. Her face is youthful, her expression usually playful and daring.
Background story: Born in Russia, Sinovia lived a peasants life. She worked on a little farm near the Volga river. She was always a strange child, the only person who she could ever trust was her brother, Jamison, but he went off to Germany leaving her alone with her parents. While other little girls were bright and cheery always out playing with each other, she'd be home writing disturbing stories. One day her mother took them away and threw them outside, making it easy for another little girl to find them sharing them and laughing at her along with the whole town. When she was thirteen, she ran away to a village six miles from her home.
Six years later, when she had just turned 19, she returned to her home late one night, only to find it burning down slowly, flames raging in the air. She suddenly blacked out.
When she woke, a very pale man with sharp teeth stood over her. She later found that he was a vampire who had saved her from the suspecting villagers. She had let the vampire, Sevastian, turn her, not caring if she was alive or dead anymore.
As time went by she began to love Sevastian, following his teachings devoutly. They became entwined in a dark love. But when she came back from her hunt one night, she sensed someone of mortal blood in their dwelling. She cracked a door open seeing a woman standing over Sevastian's body, holding his decapitated head by his black tangles of hair. Her skin was dark compared to his, she whispered something pitifully in a language that Sinovia couldn't understand, and walked out, dropping his head onto the stone floor.
After that night Sinovia traveled into Europe, seeking revenge of the dark-skinned slayer. But with no luck she joined a group of vampires in Paris, France. This group traveled around Europe, keeping her preoccupied. She ended up finding Jamison in Germany and he let her turn her, so they could live peacefully together without worry. While the group was traveling through Germany, Jamison came into contact with a girl, who he soon grew to love, her name was Bliss. Her parents were vampires though, so Bliss, Jamison and herself had to be careful. Jamison ended up turning this girl, and later her parents ended up killing Jamison. Sinovia was so enraged a depressed that she fled Germany to get away from that place and she's been traveling various places ever since.
She recently highjacked a small plane and came to the United States. Her new dwelling is in New York City. The city as crazy as it is, matches her manic personality, which she has taken a liking to. She roams the streets at night, taking in stray humans and feeding on them. But still, she's always been seeking out the dark-skinned slayer, plotting the revenge of her beloved Sevastian.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 10:57 am
Name: Markus "Shinigami" Rosedale. Age: 523, appears twenty nine. Type: Psychic Vampire Weapons: A short Tanto blade he took off of a fallen Elder, it's hilt is black, it's blade is pure silver, and is blessed by several priests. It is said to be an effective defense against Lycans and The Tainted. After he gave up this weapon to Braig, he started to use a Magnum Pistol, and fifteen throwing Knives. He also has a small silver Hunting Knife. Appearance:  (Clothes aren't right, but the face and hair is xp ) If the picture isn't displaying for some reason: Shoulder length tangled black-green hair, glowing red iris', pale skin. Wears a tight black shirt with chains wrapped around the Torso, long Black jeans, and black Leather boots with a steel spiked toe-cap. His long canine teeth have two symbols of psychic power on them. He is 5'9, and 175 pounds. He wears one Leather shoulder-pad on his left shoulder, plated with rough iron. This is to protect his weak left arm, which was broken by a Tainted. He has tribal silver tattoos on his chest, all of them marks of the Bloodrose. He has thin, cat-like eyes that shine a deep blue, but flash-crimson when he is feeling strong-emotions of any nature, a sadly fatal flaw in his fighting skills, as it shows he is afraid. He usual wears thin bandages around his eyes whilst hunting, enough to still see, but enough to hide his eyes. Background story[Be detailed!]: He was born in middle-age London, his parents, Ellimere and Jacob, were killed in a massive riot. He was forced to beg for small change until seven, when he could go to work in the castle. He was given one hour of sleep every day, so he quickly got the taste for the night. The head butler, Willikins, took a shine to him, and promoted him to assistant butler at the age of twelve. This taught him polite etiquette, and was also given tutors in his hours off. He quickly became learned and polite, and eventually got promoted to Head Butler at the age of nineteen, after Willikins past away mysteriously. It was quickly found out he had killed Willikins with a cleaver, and had fed him to the dogs. All of this time being a butler and house-boy had meant he did not get any proper exercise, so he was incredibly thin, and his muscles were weak, there was no way he could have resisted the Castle Guard. He was taken to the dungeons a year later, after a short Trial, and recess period to tie up his loose ends. After a year in prison a new prisoner was sent into his cell, he had become quite mad by then, his mind had drifted away, he talked to himself, and was trapped in his thoughts for hours at a time. He treated violence like a fun game, to be played with friends, but all the lack of movement meant he was barely capable of walking. The new prisoner, Cailfis, displayed odd habits. He would scream out randomly when torture was going on, or blood was exposed.. Markus quickly found out that Cailfis was a vampire, and he let him drink some of his blood, as a sign of friendship. Cailfis snapped up the offer, and plunged his canines into Markus' neck. Markus didn't scream, the power, the surge of energy he felt whilst the vampire took his blood was amazing, when Cailfis finished, he asked to become a vampire. Cailfin agreed, and held out his hand. Markus touched the palm, and blood shot through his fingertips and into his bloodstream. He blacked out for a few days, and when he awoke he seemed...different, his muscles strengthened, he feeled...powerful. Cailfis explained that because of his high IQ he was destined to become a "Psychic" Vampire, giving him control over weak, untrained minds, such as civilians, or creatures. Using these powers, he managed to brainwash the guard into opening his cell. Cailfis used his incredible dexterity and Strength to help him escape, and welcomed him into a small coven known as "The Bloodrose", He quickly advanced in rank until he became a known Psychic. Two symbols of Psychic Power are engraved on his canines, which grants him additional clarity of thought. He was called to New York by Cailfis, who he found mauled in an alleyway, wolf marks on his skin. He had heard of "Lycans" in war stories from his brethren, and dedicated his life to hunting down the Lycan who killed his mentor. Personality: He treats murder and violence like games, and people's minds like his toys. He laughs like a child when he is causing pain, but is a cool calculating mind in emergency. Usually his violent nature is caused by fear of other people, he had been given training to be afraid, and when he was afraid he fought. But when he finds someone who he can't see posing any threat to him, anyone who didn't have small thoughts of Silver Stakes or setting fire to Windmills when they saw him, he took an immediate shine too. It was the child in him. ((Traitor to the Race, new Profile in Hunter's Subforum))
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 8:09 pm
Two .45 PistolsName:John Rodriguez (Originally Gabriel Rodriguez. Was changed for hiding) Age: (Turned at age 20) 164 [2007] 165 [2008] Type: Death dealer Weapons: My New M40A3The Nemisis P45(New 50 cal.)M14 Sniper Rifle*Two .45 custom revolvers made to fit modern day bullets* .50 cal Magnum holstered and concealed in my back torsoTwo .45 PistolsAppearances in different times. (Updated May 21,08 ): July 1-July 3 1863 Battle of Gettysburg During WWIIDuring the 1920'sIn VietnamDuring the year 2000Present day appearanceBackground story:John was turned when he was 20 during the aftermath of the Battle of Gettysburg.He was a marksman for the union during the battle.During the battle he was struck down by a stray bullet.It was during the night when someone found him and bit his neck.The man said somthing strange and someone else came and helped picked him up.The next thing he knew he was in a cottage in a dark forest.Since that day he moved to New York.One day a letter waited at his desk.He knew what it was because the man that first took him in had told him about the coven when he'd moved 10 years ago.---John became a self employed mercenary and has fouhgt in every major war since the civil war. Civil war--Vietnam *My main weapons. Updated Aug. 31st ,2008
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:27 pm
Name: Braig Jovian Age: 42 when vampirized. 14 years since Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: An array of modular tesla-weaponry, claws on his knuckles, and a seldom used pistol. Appearance: In case you didn't know, Braig is the guy on top with the red eyes and fangs. . . Background story: Originally born in London, Braig worked as a weapons specialist, building and testing powerful and frightening new types of weapons. Eventually, He was hired by an underground Russian group of scientists, who enlisted Braig to build new "tesla weapons" for them, ranging from a type of cattleprod to weapons capable of firing beams of electricity. Finished and satisfied, especially with the massive check in his pocket, Braig spent several years touring Europe and Asia. China, India, Germany, France, and many other places. One other stop he had was in a small city near Romania, where his plane dropped him off for another flight. Driving his rental through a small forest (hmmmm. . . that's new. I wonder what happens now. . .), his car was stalled. Getting out to investigate (You fool!), he was attacked by a group of vampires. Over the years, he worked his way up their ranks, until he recieved a letter directing him to NYC in the USA (Alphabet soup, anyone?). Not long after his arrival, he was terminated by Lycans and renegade vampires, whom he had dedicated himself to killing.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:30 pm
Name: Tina Frances Age: Unknown Type: Psychic/ Mindsucker Weapons: A Sword, and three small daggers concealed on her arm, hip, and ankle.Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]: When vampirized at the the 17, Tina ran away from knowing her village wouldn't accept her. Ever since she has lost track of time, never really remembering the years that she was in. All she knows is that it's a new millennium . She wanted to start fresh, she had been killing and killing never really making friends, only enemies. She hoped that could all change.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 9:25 am
Name: Momo
Age: physically: 20 chronologically: unknown, but not too old
Type: voidmaster
Weapons: Momo is a lover not a fighter, but when provoked she can use just about anything as a weapon. She does however have a collection of medieval whips and chains in the basement below her bar.
Appearance: Momo's hair and eyes have taken on a pitch black coloring recently due to the darkness overcoming her body.
Background story[Be detailed!]: Very little is known of the mysterious Momo. She only recalls a name given to her as a child on a visit to japan of her excessive overeating of peaches. Her only companion is a black cat which she refuses to name and hence the lack there-of calls her Cat. She sticks to the dark allieways and shadows and doesn't attach herself to anyone. She is unaware of who turned her, how, or when in place or time. Neither does she feel the need to search for the answers. Momo just sticks with the only humanly hobby she recalls. Smoking.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 4:36 pm
Name:Kit Age:21 Years Type:Sanguinarian Weapons: Appearance:Around 5'5", Long Straight, bright red hair, hazel eyes. She often wears dark, gothic or punk style clothing. Her hair is often wild, and she ocasionally puts it up in a messy pony tail. She always carries her black katana and lighter.  Background story[Be detailed!]: She was 17 when she was turned. Before her turning, she was a wild teenager who knew who she was. She was enfatuated with the all visual arts, and also loved classical music, and heavy metal. She was a virtuoso on the piano, cello, and violin. She also enjoyed the sciences, earth sciences in particular. She was also somewhat of a pyromaniac. She never fit in with the kids at school because of her overbearing temperment and unique interests. The night of her turning, she was studying feverently in her room after having a vicous fight with her parents about her attitude towards other kids. She heard the screams of her parents and two younger sisters, who were downstairs finishing dinner. She cautiously krept down the scares, affraid of what could have caused them to scream so. As she walked into the kitchen, she found her family sprawlled across the floor, covered in blood. Their murderer stood in the doorway, his pale face covered in the blood of her family. Rage filled her before fear could, and she grabbed a butcher knife from the counter and attempted to stab the figure, but she only found herself restrained by unnaturaly strong arms. Impressed by her attempt, the killer decided to spare her, and instead, turned her into a vampire. She fell unconsious from shock, and woke the next morning. She left her home and decided to fend for herself. She moved to newyork and survived off her talent as an artist. She has also been involved in several brawls between the creatures of the knight, extremely skillful with her katana due to lessons in Shinto fighting she had taken. Appon recieving her letter from the covenent, on some strange whim, she decided to give it a shot, and ironically, she accidently had set her appartment on fire, and it had completely burned down by the next morning. She only bore her violin and a few of her valubales apon moving into the covenent.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:11 pm
Name: Hazel
Age: 22 (bitten at 17)
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Two short swords and one long sword. All with a tribal looking symbol on the handle.
Appearance:
 (I'm working on a custom image, but this will do for now)
Hazel has black hair that falls at her elbows and light blue highlights. Her eyes are icy blue. She's tall and lean. Two of her favorite things are skirts and fishnet stockings, so you can almost always count on her wearing those. She keeps her lips wine red with lipstick and is almost always wears boots.
Personality: She's known to put some responsibilities aside and rather goes to look for fun or adventure. When she sees something is bothering someone she tries to think positive in front of them and tries to cheer them up, even if deep inside she knows that there's no hope. You could call her an optimist. She loves doing magic tricks in her spare time.
Background story: She's only been a vampire for a few yers and is still inexperienced in things such as hunting, and blooding. She used to live at a mansion where she hoped to one day become a lycan. She didn't like vampires at all. She fell in love with someone who had never revealed what species he really was to her. They loved each other and life seemed perfect. One day they were in their "special place" and his eyes glowed red with...bloodlust. He ended up blooding her. She never saw him after that and almost died without other vampire assistance. She had no idea what to do until she felt the need for blood. She went to live somewhere else where blood bags were given. She didn't have the heart to feed from a human. Eventually her sympathy went away. She'd taught herself everything she knows which is why some of her techniques are a bit..."sloppy" so to speak. She executed her hate for vampires and focused the hate on the new enemy of the vampires.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 1:02 pm
Name: Bliss
Age: ???, appears to be about 19-21yrs of age
Type: Sanguinarian
Nationality: French
Weapons:
She carries two pistols at her hips in holsters containing bullets of silver nitrate. She carries a silver dagger in her left boot as well as a small syringe containing poison just in case something happens which she can't take control of easily.
Personality:
Bliss comes across as a sweet and charming young woman. But after spending a few moments with her you know why she has been known to be a hardass. She’s quite seductive, but you touch, look, or speak to her the wrong way she won't hesitate to hurt you. She is very loud spoken and edgy. , She can be your best friend, but she's probably someone you don't want to come accross. She draws men in with her girlish charm and never ceases to impress. She can be quite sweet despite her sometimes sadistic ways.
Appearance:
She has a porcelain complexion and sharp teeth usually hidden by her closed-mouth smile. Bliss has long dark blue hair that comes to around her knees. She most commonly is dressed in a nurse-lolita outfit that shows off her girlish figure. This includes micro-mini dress with a grey apron and long black and grey stockings that are hooked to her panties as well as a small black nurse hat placed in the center of her head and completed with a pair of shiny black mary-janes.
Bio:
Bliss is of the Sanguinarian vampire race. As a young woman of about 19 she was obsessed with vampires, always watching them from afar. Her family was a long line of hunters, so she could always sniff out a vampire. But, her attitude towards them grew more admirable than loathing. She befriended a boy on a family trip in Germany named Jamison, and soon after his sister Sinovia. Bliss knew Jamison was a vampire, but never said a thing. Jamison had original intentions of feeding off of Bliss at first, but he grew a liking to her, which would grow more and more each day. Bliss never brought Jamison within more than 30 feet of their family dwelling for her family would sniff him out and shun Bliss for eternity for loving a vampire. Bliss kept begging her family to lengthen their stay. They agreed to only for all the vampires they were finding.
One day Jamison went missing. Bliss searched endlessly only to find him locked in her family’s vampire dungeon. Bliss went upstairs and crept slowly into her parent’s room where they lay fast asleep. She reached for the gargoyle lever on the wall which opened a small compartment in the wall, which kept the key to all of the chains within the vampire dungeon. She crept out and freed Jamison of his chains. They fled outside and far away from her house. Bliss described the long line of vampire hunters in her family. Jamison was surprised that Bliss had never said anything about him being a vampire. Bliss begged and pleaded for Jamison to turn her. She felt she belonged more to the vampire race than that of a human vampire hunter, and the two could finally be together, completely. Jamison had fallen in love with her that he would do anything for her, even turn her, which he did.
She woke by the side of a river, Jamison was nowhere in sight. Bliss was left alone to wander and figure out how to live her new found life. She returned to her home in Paris to discover Jamison inside of her family home. She jumped into his arms and they both were content if only for a minute. Her family stormed inside and stared in awe of their daughter hugging a vampire. They shouted to her to step away so they could kill the creature from hell. But, she didn’t she stood up for love. And in the end she killed her mother, and she thought she had killed her father. But, he lay on the floor pretending to be dead, barely breathing. The two sat together on the couch happy, that they had finally defeated the only ones standing in their way of being together. Bliss’ father reached for the pistol on the floor only feet away containing Ultra Violet bullets. He raised it just high enough and shot. It pierced Jamison’s chest, Bliss started to cry as her lover was dying in her arms. Her father got up and walked out as if nothing had ever happened. Bliss sat there cradling Jamison’s dead corpse in her arms. Bliss had to think of what to do, she was to search for Jamison's sister and tell her what had happened. That is if she didn't already know.
Bliss grabbed the only belongings she had, the clothes on her back, two pistols, a knife, and a photo of her and Jamison. She knew if she stayed anywhere in Europe she would end up getting into too much trouble, vengeance and all. So, she headed to the only place she knew that was completely different, and still contained a few good clubs and drinks. New York.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:09 pm
Name:Alexander Age: Unknown though he does look about 16. Type: Sangunarian Weapons: BloodBlade(vampric sword), Vampric Pistol, Fangs, Claws, Stake, BloodRose ( a powerful vampric necklace.) Appearance: Pale, Two large fangs, Red eyes ( most of the time), about 6 ft. 2 in., muscular, hair covers one entire eye, and wears mostly black. He looks about 16 or so (A.K.A. my avi)  . When in BloodLust he looks a bit different. When its a blood moon and he is wearing BloodRose he looks like this: there is a picture to posts above me of the guy with the red hair and the red stuff shooting out of him. Kinda like that except the hair covers only one eye. Also there is more red stuff which Alex controls and manipulates. Background story: ( Not much is known) When he was 16 he was bit by a vampire. After all this time he does not remember his family but he will find out...( We will get to that later). He fought in a vampire war and was capture by Hunters. He then broke out of the prison they kept him in and fled to a safe house. There he met a human girl who he instantly fell in love with. She loved him too but wanted to be a vampire too so they could live togethor forevor. One day she killed herself so she could become a vampire. She became one and they lived togethor for a long time. After the hunters found her and kidnapped her trapping her in prison up to this day. Alexander went on a rampage and killed as many humans and vampire hunters as possible. Covered in blood after the attack he knew it wasnt safe anymore. He had many bruises, cuts, and bullet holes. He decided that he would run away and never return until he could find a way to free her from her impenatratable prison. He fled to L.A. to find a new home. He found a house and stayed there. While living at the house he discovered an ability... If he tried to change into a bat while trying to change back to a vampire at the same time he could become a powerful half vampire half bat. He also grew angry at the human world and grew up a temper and bloodlust. Sometimes this bloodlust was so uncontrollable that even after he feasted he would have to have more. He figured out eventually that they had moved his love to a prison in L.A. that was completely guarded and was 500 ft. below ground level. Also there were an aproxamate 200 guards and 700 Vampire Hunters, guarding the place. Also it had lots of fire inside ( such as torches and candles). This prison also had lights that produced artificial sunrays. Alexander vowed that one day he would raid the place and save the only person he loves... Eventually the hunters tracked him to the old house he lived inand raided it. They blew up the house after he flew away. He bought himself an aparment in the City. Hunters and slayers constantly attack him and he fights back usually killing them all and a couple of innocents. Some day he will get revenge on all his enemies and will save his true love, even if it means killing a million in the process... (Update smile Alexander began calling himself Alex. He finally got some vampires to help him raid the prison that held his love. He saved Dominique (thats her name. Also alot of people say that Dominique is a boys name but it really can be either a girl or a boys name depending on how you pronounce it) and now they live togethor. Alex one day was in a battle at the cemetary and stumbled upon an underground grave. This led to a grave site that was completely underground and you could walk up to the tombs. Alex found a caved in area with a plaque. He read it and dug into the rubble he came out and there were vampires all around him. They told him about how Dracula had ended up never dying by using a decoy and this is the grave site in which he lives which is under his castle in Translvania ( the rubble is a portal). He found Dracula and fought with him. Then Dracula revealed something to him. They were brothers... Apparently Dracula died and became a vampire killing his whole family and turning them, including his twin brother who was only 5 seconds younger than him (Alex). The whole family woke up seperated. Alex grew up and soon forgot his whole family. Whenever he had heard the name Dracula it always made him feel wierd. Now he knows that he has Draconic blood a vampric blood trate that only Dracula and his twin brother had (which was Alex). No one had known who Dracula's brother was so nobody knew who else had Draconic Blood. Apparently Dracula had created Blood City and was then shut out of the place and cursed to stay inside his castle. Alex then broke the curse freeing the true king of Blood City. Then, Dracula who was sick with the new look of Blood City, declined his kingdom. The council then made Alex king of Blood City (A.K.A. Vampire King or Blood King). Alex is now the Blood king and is as known around the vampire community as is Dracula. No human except for few know how Alex looks. That means he can still live in the city undetected. Dracula lives in the city too but lives in a more secure area then in the heart of the city. Dracula has taught Alex about his family and Alex began to remember. Alex now seeks to find his family. He can look for them and any non-vampire will not know he is the Blood King though they may know he is a vampire... Alex later found a desired item of vampires, BloodRose. BloodRose is a necklace made out of a vampric gem that is soaked in blood. The necklace enhances the vampric users strengths and weakens its weaknesses. When it is a blood moon the necklace makes it impossible to kill the wearer, and makes the wearer the most powerful vampire alive until the blood moon is over. This togethor with his Draconic blood and his experience and cruelty along with BloodLust (the special ability he has that whenever he has too much blood he becomes stronger and faster and seeks out human blood) he is deadly ( In other words dont piss him off). Alex later decided that L.A was getting low on humans. He then moved to New York or the Big Apple where there were plenty of humans. But before he moved he decided to leave his mark. He left most of L.A in ruins...
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