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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 6:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:09 am
Name:Kaianna Yashika (a.k.a. Kai ) Age: 405 but 17 in appearance Type razz hychic Weapons: whip of chain and small silver daggers hidden in her belt Appearence:  Bio:Kai grew up as a dancer in one of the troops in Rome. At the age of 17 she was turned by a man whos name she never even learned. She has lived for many years searching for this man along with her twin ( Mia Yashika ) ,whom she herself turned. Along the way she has made a few friends and a abundant amount of enemies. She has one slave (phayten) whom she cherishes greatly . She has moved to New York with phayten and Mia in hopes that she can escape the grasp of her former coven .
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 11:12 am
Name: Elayanna Age: turned at fifteen, lost track after a few millennia Type: sanguinarian Weapons: sais, teeth, immense strength, multiple martial arts styles, katana, bladed nightsticks, and kamas Appearence:  Bio: When i was fifteen i was turned to a vampire by a prince. For many centuries i ruled as a dark queen, until my prince was slain; when this happened something in me changed. I trained for years until i was skilled enough to assasinate those had murdered my prince. With each killing i grew stronger, with each immortal i bled dry i soaked their power up with their blood and as i did this my lust for blood became unsatable. When they were all gone i gathered my armies and we destroyed countless oposing covens. I had endless power and unwavering loyalty of my men but i had lost my lord. my will to go on was eroded. I was at the top but had never felt lower and so i decided to sleep. I slept for centuries, until i was awoken by an utter emptiness inside me. when i crawled out of my coffin weak and desperately needing blood i saw that my home was destroyed, my castle was simply rubble and covens were gone. Whether they had left or been killed there was no trace of what happened. And so i was alone. i happened upon a few travelers and with their blood my strength reuturned to me but what good was strength or even immortality when i ad nothing to do with it? I traveled for many years and i happened upon a coven. This coven was not one i really wished to be in but it was better than being alone i suppose. I made friends and fell in love but one day the lord of the coven made a human his bride and allowed entry to lycans so my dearest friend started a rebellion and after many centuries formed his own coven which of course i joined. I had been away fo many years and when i returned my husband had remarried and divorced and later died only to be reincarnated. We hunted together some but he grew busy ruling with his new bride once he remarried again. When that happened i hunted alone, killing everything in my path-i lived for the blood and for the torture and there was nothing quite so thrilling. Eventually ii stumbled upon new york and it seems like a well suited place for one such as me.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 12:16 pm
[OOC:I hope I keep to the rules, but if I make a mistake in my char's profile, leaders please PM me]
Name: Lynn Collins
Age: 27 (Freshly sired)
Type: Sanguinarian
Nationality: Georgia, USA.
Weapons: Not that many currently. A dagger, and a 40 caliber handgun filled with silver bullets, extra clips of said ammo.
Appearence: 5'6", Dark brown shortly-cut hair, greyish-green eyes. She has a muscular build, and usually wears black clothing, but not really wild on the stereotypical Goth look what with the face makeup and the impracticality. Is a fan of black band T-shirts, button-down shirts, black jeans, and Magnum boots. Sometimes wears a black leather light coat or long black leather trench coat.
Bio: When her friend Tony told her that the trip up to New York would be a life-changing experience, she had no idea just how accurate his words would be.
"We could go up and see the Empire State Building, and go to Broadway... it'd be great. There are loads of things we could do," He'd said to her on their way up there. That was before he died. Yeah... had to have been. Kinda hard to say things after you were dead. Unless you were undead. Like Lynn was.
She still had trouble accepting that. The thought that her heart no longer was beating. Sometimes she'd place her hand on her chest, or try to feel her pulse... nothing. It really weirded her out. Other times when she'd accidentally bite the inside of her jaw or her tongue with her new fangs. Not fun. The blood that flowed in her mouth only reminded her of her hunger. The dead blood inside her, needing to be replenished by living mortal creatures.
Why her? Why not Tony? Why had she died and ...un-died. And he died for good? Who sired her? Why? Where was he... or she? All Lynn could really remember was coming from Cats. After the play ended she and Tony were going to catch a cab back to the hotel they were staying at. They never made it. She remembered the two of them being dragged into an alley, pain to her throat, then blackness. She awoke in an abandoned slum apartment. Next to her laid Tony. Dead. Really dead. Not up-and-walking-around dead.
Restricted to night-time travel in the city, and sewer-only travel during the day, she'd managed to find other vampires. They worried her. Especially the older ones. They seemed resigned and even joyful of their state. They even fed upon humans. She would never feed upon humans, Lynn promised herself. She'd be different. She'd not end up like them. "That's what they all say, fledge", a vamp she'd met had told her. "Eventually, you'll give in, and like what you've become."
A month or so had passed since her siring, and she'd since given up on returning home. She felt like this was her new home now. She kept a suitcase with her in her first hideout in the sewers. It was filled with her clothing and a couple of her cherished belongings. Among those were a pen and paper she'd use to write her parents and friends back home. She dared not tell them. She couldn't. What could she say?
Presently, she wants no part in the fight between the monsterous factions of New York. She only carries her gun and knife for protection if harrassed from either side. She just wants to be left alone, alas the simple act of smiling a little at the wrong time would bring trouble to her, so she tries to keep to herself. Only drinking animal blood. Rats mostly, as they are a very plentiful source in New York. Still though she finds the hunger for human blood is still there, and it seems to be growing...
So, she's stuck in New York, the Demonic City, looking to keep her humanity intact, caught in a battle of worlds between vampires, lycans, and demons, amazed at the underworld that had existed all this time unseen by human eyes.
[OOC:Sorry it was so long. Sometimes I get all story-mode with my bios... hehe.]
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 4:36 pm
Name: Siran Jayda Lequi (goes by Jayda) Age: 15 (sixteen in five days) Type: Deathdealer (currently learning) Nationality: Russian Weapons:  (usually hidden on her back, beneath her coat) (kept in back of belt) Appearence: Bio: Siran grew up in Moscow Russia, and of royal blood. Her father, a Lord, and her mother a Lady, they both raised her, their only child, to be powerful. Even though she had a very close relationship with her mother and father, she left the day she turned fifteen, she left home in search of another life. Something just wasn't right at home. She was brought up proper, and very ladylike, this only led to dispair. While she was walking, among the dark streets of Moscow, a man cought her eye, a beggar. Being the polite girl she was, she sauntered over and dropped a few coins into his cup, with a smile she left, but, he didn't let her. she was turned vampire that night, and for years she spent her life with this man. His name was Seb, she was very fond of him, and after thirty years, he sent her off to America. she learned fluent english, and the day she arrived, she set up a birth date, and a new name. She went by her middle name, and took the last name of Seb. Her companion never tought her anything about lycans, but as soon as she discovered them, she knew that she must learn more.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 1:50 pm
Name:Zack astyama
Age:98 appers 17
weapons:2 desert egals with silver nitrate bullets 2 clips for each gun,4 6 inch silver daggers hidden on his body
type:deathdelar
Apperance sad (siggy pic without swords))
Bio:He was born in a coven in calafornia,knowing from the day he was born he knew who and what he was.After he turned 10 the coven wasattacked and over run with hunters,Escaping through the ventalation system,living in the streets untill he turned 16,and a man came to him his name was alex,they talked for a short while and alex told zack that there was another place for his kind in new york.Upon hearning this news he thanked the vamp and headed straight there he found the coven and has been there since his 17 birthday.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 3:45 pm
Name: Moon Age: 17 (well looks 17 don't know real age) Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Dual Kodachis and multible throwing weapons.... Appearence:  Bio: Bitten at a young age, Moon never learned his real name but he always refered to himself as Moon. As he grew older he picked up an intrest in assassination and bladed weapons. He trained in many styles of swordsmanship and crafted them into his own unique style. His favorite weapons are dual kodachis that he always carry with him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 4:44 pm
Name: Jonathan Grey
Age: 312 (looks about 19)
Type: Psy
Weapons: Gold-and silver daggers (twin set!), one pistol (silver) one regular side-arm, a cat-of-ninetails, ended with sharp silver splinters, and a morning star.
Nationality: English, accent-and-all
Appearence: Tall and thin, with a sallow appearance which comes from being ultra-photosensitive. Dark eyes, rimmed with red, and long, raven hair. Unusually straight teeth (he has had, after all, 300 years for orthodontia) and a bladelike nose. Dressed in the victorian style, in mainly burgundy and purple, he trims himself with black and green. Most common outfit, a doublet over a large, billowing shirt, 3/4 breeches (tight-fitting) and long, tall black boots. A black cape, embroidered with green and silver is always present, no matter how hot the day. A cane of black, inlaid with silver designs, completes the assembly.
Bio: Jon has a light, solid voice which seems to compel the listener to trust him. Though not strictly homosexual, he will have males (for love and for feeding) though he prefers females in all things.
Jon was turned at the age of 19, and hated himself, and all vampires at first. He knew that as an immortal, and a feeder, he could never continue his life. He was forced to leave his home (in the heart of England's countryside), his love, (a plain but wonderful 18-year old, Lyssa) and his life. He was forced to move to America (though he hated the very thought of the place) and try to pick up a new life. He was a scholar, and moved, every 10 years or so, from city to city, staying long enough to set up a name for himself and develop his mind and skills a bit, but never quite settling down. He had developed a great deal of hatred and mistrust by the time he was 100, but could not find it within himself to seek death. Eventually, he acccepted, even embraced his fate and new persona. He became a master of the night, and bent all his skills and repuatable knowledge towards becoming as advanced in his Psychic abilities as possible. Such said, he was quite a powerful Psy, though he knew that there were others far more potent than he. As time passed, he hunted them, learned from them, and, in a few rare cases, eliminated them. However, in order to not draw too much attention to himself, he let most be, and continued to grow in skill....
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 10:52 pm
Name: Jonathan Sloan aka Johnny aka Jon
age: Passes for mid-20 put is in fact 531 years old
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: master of any thing with a blade (or anything that can be made into a blade)
Appearence: Long dark hair down to the middle of my back I'm 6'2" about 235 pounds. dark red eye's that seem to gaze in to you soul if you had one I always wears a black trench coat that has many pockets to hold his many knives a pair of tight black leather pants and a sleeveless black shirt with red flames onthe chest Black boots that just goes past the anckles
Bio: Born in the year 1474 in a small village of Luster. I was the middle child out of 7 kids he was always an outsider even in his family but that all changed the day that a begger came a calling. His name was Senshi he was turned away by my father who in trun met his end because Senshi was a vampire. he then killed off the rest of my family one by one untill he got to me and I thanked him for this deed that he did an he in turn turned me into the vampire and taght me every thing I know he was a master of the blade as he put it when it was my trun to be come a master he moved on. I tried to find him but to no avail. I moved around for years untill I landed in the new world to find a new quest to find the hunters that slane my master as of this day nothing but I will find them and then I will show them what I can do with my blades. Thank you Senshi may you be at peace
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 4:31 pm
Name: Athena Age: Unknown Type: Phychic Weapons: Her psychic abilities ~Appearance~ Headband: Over her eyes Height: 110 Weight: 5'6"  Background: Her family were gypsies traviling the country side. But then one day they were attack by bandits and everyone was killed but her. Her mother cast an illusion to cover Athena's body so the bandits couldn't see her. When it was all over and the illusion went away she saw eveyone dead, in peaces, blood all over. From that day she knows what the world was like...cold and hurtful...she new knows that is doesn't matter if you have a sword or not you still can die by one. So form that day she went out to fine help in trainning her in the ways of her family...illusions and the power over ones mind. But by useing those mental abilities made her weak for a moment so she need to be careful when she uses it. But the illusions on the other hand were more easier to use for her. She covers her eyes so she wont see the pain of the world. Even though her eyes are covered she can see perfectly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 3:55 am
Name: Raphael Thompson
Age: 459 Years Old. He Looks around 30 - The Age at which he was bitten
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Raphael Carries a Halberd which he also uses as a staff to focus his psychic abilities. Into the handle is carved verses from The Liber Chaotica, an aincient tome describing all the levels and denizens of hell in excrutiating detail. Because of these unholy scribbles, the fact remains that no mortal being can touch the weapon - lest they are willing to forfiet their soul. He keeps a small flick knife in each of his boots. In ranged combat, he uses a Submachine gun - concealed inside the coat.
Appearence: He is, as you would expect from a member of the dead, Tall, Pale and slim, but his hair is as blonde as hay. He tends to wear a Black shirt, with black jeans and long black coat. His wardrobe however, is inconsistent. One thing is for sure - although normally hidden by his trousers, Raphael always wears the same, knee high, leather boots. The have holsters in the back, containing the two knives, and ammunition for his Gun. His eyes are grey, and he his fangs are retracted, but show themselves when he is about to kill or is exited.
Bio: Raphael was brought up on a farm in 16th century England, Raphael and his parents were attacked by a raiding party of vampires on his thirtieth birthday. His mother and Father were growing old, and couldn't take the transformation into a creature of the dark. He heard there was a large community of "His Sort" in New York, and with suspicions rising back home He decided to go and buy the ticket...
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 3:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 5:27 am
Name: Mizuke
Age: 18
Type: psychic
Weapons: fangs, mind and fists
Appearence: blonde hair with black tipping,green eyes wears eyeliner and dark blue eyeshadow, wears black clothing all the time.
Bio:never very nice, but is very romantic thinking.Never realy understand her. Can agree with her very little.Is like a loner, but loves to get attention.She was created when she had gotten into a fight with a vampire and now she just sits alone with them always arguing.Mizuke never really had a family, but no one really notices it.Mizuke is always thinking and is trying to get into fights with the others.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 10:22 pm
Name:Karo Kazub
Age: Looks 17
Type: Psychic (Not typically strong one though)
Wepons: Uses her beloved Twin Katanas, and her modified Ruger revoler custom
that shoots silver hollow points, with monted scope (rarely used.)
Apperance: as pictured in the linked picture,if in color she would have red hair, red eyes, and dark make up. she has a large tattoo on her back of one demonic wing and one angel wing.
View a picture portaile of my charie here
Bio: Karo grew up during the 1800's. Her family was never a rich one just barely
got by. She went to school as a child when she could but was useally at work
her uncles gerneral store stocking shelves.
When she was 16 she moved away from her home with a boy she had met on
a trip to the post office. they met and fell in love quickly. She through caution
to the wind when her asked her to move to europe with him. her family was
married of or dead, she had nothing to hold her back in the dust bucket town,
she called her home.
Once in Europe her prince charming be came cruel to her behind closed doors.
countless time she tryed to free herself from him, but could not do it. She
became shut off to the world and stopped pearking, she didn't evan cry out
when prince charming would hit her in his drunken rage.
On a market run she was forced in to an alley by a few of the town ruffinans. They taunted her and used vulagar langnage toward her. When she did not cry for help they tried to make her. The men beat her and let themsleves be, very ungentlemanly, with her.
Her clothes torn, food strown across the alleyway she sat on the ground a sinlge tear ran down her pale creamy cheek. she shivered as a cold hand ran over her cheek. the arms belongiong to the hands picked her up and carried her off into the night.
When she turned 17 she was still living with her savior, Brile Gustovon. She
was now part of his world that of the dead among the living. she was still quite
compare to many, but no longer silent. She always wore a small sad smile upon her gaceful face.
Modern world she hold a strong hate toward hunters. The one person she that ever turely care for her was taken from her in the late 1930's. she lives a vagabond never in the same place for long. Well until she reached New York that is.
Now a new chapter of her life is about to unfold the city able to either calm hatred toward hunters of to fuel it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 3:38 am
Name; Siubhan mal'akh ha-mavet alias Phoenix (for friends Nix)
Age; unknown, been around longer then the history of the world. looks about 20.
Species; Psychic vampire with the reminents of her previous angelic powers (angel of death)
Weapons; mind control, psychokinesis and some of the reminents of her angelic destructive abilities (able to make organs collapese inside a being, flying) caries around the flaminf sword of souls (able to capture souls) desguised as a gothic blade, angelic armour (very light, unbreakable for bullets or blades)
Appearance; silver hair, red flaming eyes that turn different colors at will, black wings that are usually hidden, dark complexion, eyebrow piercing, athletic build, sharp nails, heavenly tribal tatooes covering most of her body.
weaknesses: unslike most vampires she is immune to garlic, sunlight, or wooden stakes, however she can be killed as a human could with the exeption that she heals quickly and its increadibly powerful and cautious.
Nationality; comes from a heavenly dimension
Bio; she has been an angel of death one of the mist powerful one in the heavenly dimension. she has served devine powers bringing distruction and death to those who deserved it. she was responisble for creating the first vampires as they came from her angelic blood, unfortunately on the first ones got a vampie soul. this was one of the many reasons she was banished. The last of reasons was her ebelion during the Lucipherus revolution as she didnt side with te devine powers. for that they have banished her to earth and given her a vampire soul. she kept some of her powers by sheer luck. when she came to earth the vampires have made her a temple and she has slept there for over 5000 years. She has been awakened by a pair of foolish contruction worker in the (now) city of New York. The taste of their blood still lingers on her lips as she takes the first few steps into the world.
Attitude: she has no counscience but she doesnt kill for sport and if she has a choice she leaves her victims allive. her attitude is very cynical adn reserved she doesnt get emotional, shes very cold and calculated from centuries of being allive, but she doesnt know the system of the new world as she has been asleep for over 5000 years. she is deadly because she only speaks when she has to and if she is crossed she will kill.
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