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Name: Ellasandra Pantyre
Age: born 1892, 115
Type: psychic
Weapons: poisons, and silver-bullet pistol.
Appearance: Ellasandra as a mortal:


Ellasandra at present:

Background story:Ellasandra was the child of a british historian and a highway-woman. After her mother was caught and killed, her father raised her and her older brother Matthew in a small town in the English country. There they made a friendly attachment to the neighbors, exept for a farming family a few crops over who seemed to bear an grudge against the family because of their deceased mother. But this was never paid much attention to and Ellasandra grew up peacefully.
When Ellasandra was 16, slavic immigrants entered to county she lived in. This new family had been vampire hunters in their native country and were insistant that there was such a vampire in the area. The famiy which had disliked the Pantyre family all these years took their chance to get rid of them, and told the newcomers that indeed the Pantyres were a family of vampires in disguise, and should be terminated immediately. Ellasandra's father and brother was killed in the blaze that swallowed their home. She was badly burned, but she survived.
Now, there actually HAD been a vampire that had been following the Slavic family, bent on revenge for their mindless killings. And, as it had been hiding out in the forest near the Pantyre house by day, he soon noticed what had happened, and in turn, he found Ellasandra. She probably would have died from her burns if he hadn't found her, and he probably wouldn't have made the night without the blood he needed so badly. He took her with him to the forest, but he himself was killed not too long later by vampire hunters who actually knew what they were doing.
Ellasandra, being young, confused and frightened, threw herself into exile, shunning other vampires and avoiding humans altogether.
With the 20's came the new image of a woman: independent, wild, and scandalous -the flapper. Ellasandra observed this from afar, and it interested her enough for her to come out of the darkness of the countryside. She was captivated by the free, strong-willed life style and adopted it; for the first time adapting and blending into human society. The rest is history; she became, in essence, a human and in fact managed quite well, moving to America and occupying a house in the busy Chicago. As time passed, women became stronger and Ellasandra learned very quickly to love her new freedom. As a hobby, she experimented with poisons and their effect on the human body (she had learned that poison had very little effect on herself). She started to interact with her victims before she fed on them, conversing with them for months at a time. As a result of one of her "pets", she got so upset that she left Chicago altogether, and went to New York, where she got the letter from the coven, at the present time.

Name: Takiko Yuki

Age: Approximately 200-300.

Type: Voidmaster

Weapons: Takiko, being controlled by a darker force, has a large variety of tricks. The only thing that could be considered a 'weapon' would be her unique katana. Very rarely used; it is only needed when she is playing with her food. Especially an overconfident immortal who has tried to pick on Takiko. Besides a single length of steel, Takiko holds the ability to manipulate shadows. Most of the time it is not her manipulating the shadows with her will.

Appearance:


Background story:
The girl began life before many who know this world were born. She has overcome trials of many occasions, thriving from anything that did not kill her. There are few things that even phase her. Even most of them are uncommon why they happen. There is really the approval she craved from is by her vampire elder, Kyrre. One of the few other voidmasters, he is idolized in her mind. Idolization of such a narcistic vampire is one of many things Takiko has hidden from everyone. As time goes on, Takiko only becomes stronger, and in some ways, more cruel than before. Seeing pain come to her enemies is a long time favorite of hers. The mear scream from a mortal, or even a fellow immortal, is one of the very few things to cause a cynical smirk on her rose lips.

Not much is really known about Takiko. Just as every other vampire, she has her past, and memories only she will know of. As for her obsession with extremely powerful vampires, it is perhaps because of a deep self-loathing. A force inside of her, Many call the void, controls so much of the curren being, any who knew her before would no longer recognize her with such cruel intentions hidden in her being.

Name: Kristaf arch'lestrange
Age: 120
Type: sangvanarian and voidmaster
Weapons:favouring the use of melee weapons kristaf uses a single katana made of silver on his back. he hides one 45 magnums in each boot equipped with quicksilver bullets.
Appearance:Kristaf has kind blue eyes that almost never seem to change lest he be angry that which no one has ever seen him be. he wears a kimono such as that of ancient japanese it is black with a red silk belt the only thing different about him is he wears thick black boots made specially for him. kristaf has hair that goes to the middle of his back he has a fair face with a scar above his left eye something to remind him that he was once mortal
Background storyKristaf was at one time a foreign exchange student, he was sent to japan at the age of 4; his parents wanting him to learn the japanese arts sent him away.At age 5 he began learning the way of the sword, practicing in all sorts of melee weapons every day but kristaf always did favour the double handed katana. Kristaf never did have much of a killer instinct. he was always kind and pure rather wishing to runaway than fight, this did not change much 15 years later on one dismal day. kristaf came home to find his master dead upon the floor. kristaf had heard of vampire attacks in japan, but he had thought himself to be to protected against these. the strange things about the bites that he noticed was that there was not one set of teeth but two and they were different. Kristaf went to go get the police he heard a woosh of air behind him and he turned, he saw nothing so turned back only to find his dead master,to be alive that is until he bit him.....................100 years later and the only vengeance that was instilled in his heart was for the one that did this to him..his master [Be detailed!]:

Name: Feinst Alesqu (Feye-unst A-less-coo)
Age: 347
Type:sangvanarian
Weapons: The chains that bind his hands, are made with raw silver, sharpened to razor like edges, Although they wound his hands as he weilds them, he wears them with pride. Has a piercing gaze that leaves you struck in awe as he aproaches you. Has short one shot pistols in his belt. Hides many a knife and curved blade in his belted top. He uses a bat as a thing of a "scout" as it were.
Appearance:6 ft 1, Fairly muscular but agile on his feet. Tattoes of black ink and blood mixed to make this new substance.When he enters his "Trance" or frenzy as it were, red ancient vampire hieroglyphics appear in a pantagram around him, this is when he loses control and goes completely beserk.

Background story:Born unto a family in solitude, his family was not the richest of the small town they called their "Abode". His family tree consisted of vampires and he was born of pure blood. At the age of 7 mortal years he had been taught some basic tactics in the art of the hunt, and of the kill. He was a disciplined youth. At this age his family was slain by the vile lycanthropes, he merely survived by chance, it had been a raid and they had set the house on fire burning everything that used to be his residence, he was the only one of the Alesqu family to survive, the only things he found and was able to keep safe during the fire was his fathers chain, and the single bat Ariath. He has romed the streets of distant memories and forsaken roads for many years, Has recently found the coven and wishes for pure revenge, a vendetta he wages to all who opose. . .

Name: Aubry Rosewater
Age: 673
Type: psychic
Weapons: a pair of pistols, a whips, and many hidden daggers. she also usually can make a katana appear out of nowhere. she has a thing for sharp, pointy, deadly things.... twisted
Background story: when Aubry was mortal, she lived in a farm. she was one of five and she was always outside. when a small war broke out between the rebels and the royal family, Aubry wanted the action. but because she was a girl, she couldn't really do anything. so, one day, she snuck out, and cut her hair, making her look like a boy. she joined the rebels, and was surprised to find that there were more girls than she had expected. she also realized that there were other things than humans.... vampires. the leader of the rebels had feelings for Aubry, and decided to turn her. ever since then, she has been training to impress her sire.
Appearance:

Name: Reina Natsume

Age: 21

Type: Death Dealer

Weapons:


Appearance:
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Background story: She had got into an argument with her step-dad three days before she came to New York and it drove her to the point of getting into her car and driving off. She tried calling her one friend to ask if she could stay with her for a while but her phone didnt work. She immediatly figured that herstep-dad had her phone turned off. So she just drove on to her friends in New York.

She finally pulled up to her old friend's house only to find that no one was there. She sighed and went into the house regardless. Later that night she went into a bar and had a little too much to drink. That had caused her to get into a fight and by the end, she was near death. She tried to stand but imediatly fell back down. From having lost so much blood she was in a daze and couldnt really see much of what went on. She could hardly make out the face of the person that came close to her and asked her, " Do you wish wish to live? ". She meekly replyed
" yes " and passed out. The night after she woke up with a note next to her on the nightstand. The note simply said that the penthouse that she was in was to be her new home and that she was going to have a visitor tomorrow night. That visitor was going to give her further information and instructions on what she was to do and what she has now become.

Name: Isabelle C. Montague

Age: She looks like she is in her mid 20's. but her exact age is 329.

Type: Psychic

Weapons: Isabelle carries a long jagged silver blade that isn't like any other ordinary sword. It is possessed by an ice demon which gives it the power to freeze its victims in or out of contact. Isabelle must ware a ring that gives her advantage of this sword, for if she didn't wear the ring of possession, the sword could take over her mind. This blade has made many, if not all, her victims fall.
The blade measures up to 3 feet, 4 inches. Its weight is around 2 pounds, 5 ounces. The hilt is 7 inches long an is covered in black ribbons.

Appearance: Isabelle is 6 foot, 2 inches. She has wavy black hair that touches the tip of her elbows. She normally lets it loose, but on special occasions she ties it up in a bun and wears a tiara lined with diamonds. The tiara belonged to her mother, and Isabelle received this jewel when she passed away.
Isabelle's skin is very pale and almost white. When she feeds, the color comes back to her and she has a peachy glow about her. Her eyes are a vibrant blue and have a tint of red around the pupil. The nose that sits below her eyes is small and perfect, on top of her plump, pale lips.
She is slender of coarse, and so are her long bony fingers on each hand. Her arms are soft and long with no blemishes, as well as her feet and legs. Although everything else seems almost human like, her toes have an extra extension, which allows her to run at the amazing speeds at which she can reach.



Background story[Be detailed!]: Isabelle was born in France long ago, when the plague was deadly and consuming. Her mother was sick, but she still had strength. So a week after she was born, her mother took her to America so she wouldn't have to suffer the same fait as her own. Thankfully enough, her mother lived till Isabelle was at the age of eight. She had no father because her mother had explained the rest of the family had perished from the awful illness in which she was also suffering. Her mother handed over her tiara that had been her great grandmothers and told Isabelle to pass it down the generations. With that promise and the departing goodbyes, Isabelle's mother passed into another life.
Sense the poor orphan didn’t have anywhere to go from there, she went to a homeless children shelter. Her days there were dull and useless. No one seemed to want or care for a young girl who might be infected with the plague as well. No one wanted her, that is, until Vincent arrived.
Now Vincent was an odd fellow, but he looked well into his thirties. Isabelle would have sworn he was there for another young boy to help him on his farm or some other chore. But no, Vincent was there for her. After the adoption papers were filled out and he took her into the night, she immediately realized he was not normal. His skin was too pale, his smile too unnatural, and his posture to straight. Was he even human?
No, Vincent was in fact, not humane. He was a vampire. He informed this to Isabelle and she at first did not believe him. But as the days went buy, she noticed he didn’t eat food, sleep at night, or own any carriages. He could have owned a carriage because of his large sum of wealth. Never the less, he treated Isabelle as his daughter and never harmed her…Until she was of age.
When Isabelle reached the age of twenty-three, he told her that he would make her into a creature such as himself. He said that he had done this many times and each vampire was another success, another vampire added to the blood sucking society. Vincent wanted to make his race grow in number, so he took an orphan every few years and waited until it was a sensible adult, then turned one into another blood lusting creature. Isabelle had loved him up to this point and she was horrified. Never did she think twice about an idea like that! The choice wasn’t hers though. In an instant he had latched onto her and was transforming the weak human body into a cold, rock hard vampire. He sucked all the blood out of her than let her drink it back so that her cheeks were a brilliant scarlet.
That was the end of her human life. She was now a monster of the night. She slept in a coffin and drank her fill at moonrise. Never again did she see things the way a human did. Never again did she feel the warmth and love from another person. Never again did she give mercy. Isabelle was a cold hearted vampire. Vincent was a thing of the past, she had left him early to go to New York, over populated with humans. Their numbers needed to be minimized. Before she had departed though, she had stolen a weapon of great power from her foster father. A sword with the power of an ice demon.

Age:13

Type:Sanguinarian Vampire

Weapons:A knife that his brother gave to him the evening he was changed into a vampire,A pistol that a mysterious man in a black suit gave him loaded with silver bullets.

Appearance:Curly black hair and bushy eyebrows

abnormally pale(even for vampires)

6ft 2in

piercing red eyes

regular/large build

large bottom lip

extremley long fangs

tends to wear baggy pants and large jackets (normally having a large shirt under that)tends to wear nikes and has a large amount of blue and black clothes.

Background story[Be detailed!]:

Though he didn't have a true home,A man named Andre always was looking out for him.Eventually he thought of him as an older brother.Years passed and Andre handed him a dark blue bandanna,and promiced that he wasn't the only one that would lookout for him anymore...and made it a point that he understood that more people would want to hurt him now.Though he never said,Dark understood that he was in a gang now.on the night of his 13th birth day,about eight months ago,a group of vampires came and jumped him,Andree and afew people that were standing around.For some reason,Andre threw a knife to him right before the attack.Dark went and hid in an alley,right when he ran in he bumped into a man dressed in black.All the man did was hand him a siver bullet-loaded pistol and said "This might help."Right as he ran out,a strange female vampire bit him right in the chest.He felt cold at first ,but soon after felt a rush of super-human power.At first he swore vengance,but when the sun came up a group of bludlusters saved him right before he completely withered away.Since that day he swore to aid the sanguinarians in any way that he could.