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 Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 1:11 pm
 Name: Eve DuVraskni
Age: Died once bitten at the age of 18, is really 186 years old.
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Weapons may vary, although she likes to play with her victims, she preffers feel their death slip off as she sucks them dry. She usually carries an emerarld encrusted, silver ring that opens up to reveal a fine crushed powder of purpura foxglove.
Appearence: Her porcelain toned skin glows in contrast with her clothes. She dresses in dark shades to hide her in the darkness. In certain times she will dress in the highest fashions of the time. Prefferably she chooses the dress given to her by her love Christoph on their wedding day. It still fits her perfectly. Her figure filling in the crushed deep plum velvet. The blood that she drinks night after night gives her wavy blonde hair a light raspberry touch. It may seem unusual, most dont notice though. The only thing alive in her face is her eyes, which capture all the light. Her spiderlike lashes glimmer in the moonlight, an opalescent tinge captured eternaly in her gray eyes.
Bio: Eve was born into a rich family. They upheld the family name in their pride. Many would say they were a happy, loving family. None knew of the dark history in the family line. As a child among two sisters and a brother, she was yet a loner. Her twin sisters loved pushing her about. Her brother, always being praised by her father, was hardly ever around.
To get away from her always fussing mother, she would venture into the forest. On a particular stormy night, her sisters had found her journal and shared it with their friends. Having come back and noticed it was gone, she ran around from room to room searching frantically. She soon learned what had happened in front of a group of mocking girls. She ran outside where the cold raindrops hid her real tears. Could she have done anything? Her royal butt; her mother wouldnt hear of it. There was always Christoph though, he was her gateway from the manor. She didnt think of him as she ran away like she had done on many occassions.
And she ran.. Not for long though. She fell down on the dewy grass, her ankle caught on an upturned tree root. She cursed the damned thing as she pulled herself together slowly. Looking around she realised she had run into the thick forest part of Mt. Dillimore. ((...from GTA, San Andreas)) She sighed as she examined the trickling blood from her knee.
That is what lured the creature towards her.
She practically did a double take as she saw the pale ghostly face looming from the darkness. The shadows of the scaly branches of the trees mirrored in his deadly face. She gasped in shock as he appeared in front of her. She looked upon his arrogant, handsome face. He smiled, his eyes cringing slightly. A lock of hair falling down upon his ice cold eyes. He knelt down so quick, so quick that she hadnt even taken a single breath since he had been standing. She couldnt help feeling attracted to this misterious gentlemen that stood before her. His rich, spicy cologne invaded her nostrils as his face hovered over hers. He seemed to retract a small fraction after having scanned her face for something unknown.
She tells her story in a monotone voice, her eyes lingering on the floor the whole time. Nobody knows what happens after she meets the man in the forest. The listener never finds out. Their glassy eyes are captured in a stare of pure uttering horror as death takes on as a thick veil, falling upon their face.
((sorry, had to stop somewhere))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 12:49 am
Name: Biones Argento VII
Age: Lost track
Type: Death Dealer
Weapons: A giant sword detailed with ancient vampiric runes he had found in a pawn shop, two daggers, and a set of samurai swords.
Appearence: His black/blue hair frames his pale face nearly perfectly while his figure gives no hint of strength. His age has provided him with experience and scars. his grey eyes show little fear.
Bio: Though he remembers little of his past he remembers being banished from his home land for taking of the blood. He's fought many battles and searched for peace within himself only to discover peace within vampires is not possible. He lives in self-hatred. Over the years he's lost many loves and blames himself for each lost love. His past has been shadowed by sorrowful event upon sorrowful event.
His journey has finally landed him in the city with the darkest secrets and the best night life, New York.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 8:20 am
((No problem mate.))
Name: Vlad Bedwyr
Age: Looks 21 real age 809
Type: Deathdealer
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 140
Appearance: 
Weapons:Fifteen kunai, double headed battle axe, a sentient axe who's keen edge can cut through almost anything. The axe always wanting blood splashed upon it's edge.
Armor: Under his clothes he wore chainmail that covered his whole upper torso. His legs are also covered in customed built chainmail. The rings, in both, won't let a bullet go through completely
Inventory:As inventory goes, he just lives on the basics. He has about five vials of blood to keep him going through the worse of hungers. Though his real inventory would be the fifteen kunai he carries with him at all times.
History: Vlad had grown up as a boy in a royal line towards the throne. He was first in line when his parents would die and give him authority over all that they controlled. Finally, his father died a mysterious death and his mother the same fate. Though, he was sad he lost both his parents to the seemingly same mysterious death he was joyed to become the King and rule over all his family had controlled. He began ruling at the age of sixteen. A young age for a king to control everything, especially without a queen. Though, after a year went by rumors were rampant about his kingdom that his family's rival was the one who had killed his parents. At the first hint this being true a cataclysmic war was waged. Both sides losing hundreds of thousands of soldiers. This war started when he was seventeen, it lasted until he was twenty-one. Though, it only ended because of one thing. He was bit by a vampire one night as he was out on the battle fields, no doubt to try and kill him. Though the vampire, seeing this one was strong willed and would serve well among the realms of other planes, spared the life of Vlad. Though, he had taken a lot of blood from the poor leader and had only one choice; turn into a vampire. He took it with hope. He changed, that same night the war ended as Vlad, himself, snuck through the lines of the biggest outfit of soldiers to where his enemy, the opposing king, was at it's head. He killed him in his sleep. That ended the war. That was only six hundred years ago.
Now, his empire still thriving behind him under the control of one of his many sons who would die in a few hundreds years instead of the full immortality one of full vampire blood has. His son was conceived, not stolen away within the night. He was only a half vampire so he would only live a few hundred years. Vlad had left his empire and went to different realms setting up small armies and empires and leaving a son to rule over it. Now he was in Gaia. The only way he'd make it here was start at the bottom and try to work his way up.
((Will that cut it? I editted what I saw, if there is some more please PM me it and I'll glady edit it.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 9:59 am
Name: Devon Sharaman (just call her Devon or dev)
Age: Bitten and changed at the age of 20. but she is about 500 years old.
Type: Deathdealer. Since she has a way with Psychology she can get her way around Lycans with only spoken words.
Weapons: Two pistols made of pure silver with green swirl designs on the side, with them she has pure silver bullets, as like most of the vampires do. She carries a set of throwing disks, all with 6 rigged edges, You throw them into someone and they cut, but once inside they turn with the force of the throw and cause a painful deadly feeling.
Appearance: Devon had some interesting keys about her appearance. One of her eyes is emerald green, while the other is a majestic silver. They glow evenly and together but so bright that they show the smallest change in her emotions in an instant. She has long black hair and a strong, toned, and muscular body. She could make a man drop to his knees with her soft curve from her hips to her voluptuous breasts. She however keep most of her skin hidden, but she is very revealing. She wears a black corset that frames her hourglass shape her corset and tight black pants. Her boots have straps and thick soles. They come up to thigh high just reveling her tight black pants. She has the shining tone of moonlight pale and entrancing. She wears a simple black cloak most of the time. She wears elaborate eye makeup around her greenish eye and simple black eyeliner around the silver one eye
Bio: Devon was growing up in a time that vampires and Lycans were growing massive in Italy. She believed she knew of their existence, but no one would believe her. She was the smallest girl in a family of 10 in a small village in southern Italy. She was beautiful beyond compare and that made her the point of the other children's torture. Growing up being tortured everyday Devon ran away from her small town village. She ran until her small legs couldn't carry her anymore. She journeyed Italy for years and then one day she came upon the castle. It was old and forgotten, like the castle of a family who used to be important but lost all of their titles and just got to keep there home. It was run down and a small sign was hanging from the tattered gate. "help wanted" was all to said. Devon then walked towards the castle and saw the most handsome boy. He was about the age of 18 and she was 16. his black hair glistened in the moonlight, he sang a song that was taunting. Devon was impressed. She walked towards him and asked him for the job. For the next three years Devon regretted ever coming upon the castle. They treated her like a slave and beat her. Only the boy showed her compassion. He told her that he loved her and he sneaked her away at night. When she was nineteen she gave herself to him in the most wonderful embrace. The boy told his parents that he loved her and that he wanted to marry her. The parents then told her the story. On her wedding night she would be made into a vampire and then her and her husband would create something unknown. They told her that they were Lycans and wanted her and their son to create the first ever cross breed. Blinded by love Devon agreed not knowing what she was getting into. Their engagement was a year long and on their wedding night they had a man she did not know change her. She became more powerful, and she became strong, but most of all, she felt a sense within her. Suddenly she could talk anyone over. Her new husband and his family had not expected her to be so powerful, nor did they expect her to kill them all. It has been 500 years since that and rage still flies through Devon's young undead body.
She had no source of her anger, and no source of knowing what to kill. Until she received the summons.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 1:33 pm
Name: Azael Dawn
Age: 798
Type: Sucubbi
Weapons: Twin Katanas
Appearence: In Sig
Bio:Azael was a human until a vampire had taken her human life because he was in love with her, But he was murdered for her and now she just travels
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 9:55 pm
Name: Lamethe Garou
Age: 975
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: She pretty much uses any weapon she gets her hands on, but her favorite is the sword made by her best friend, the blacksmith's son. It is a longsword, with her carved family crest and "best friends forever". On the other side, she carved in the vampiric runes.
Appearence: Short Black hair, haircut is like the one the main character from Aeon Flux has, with red or blue tips (she changes it every season). Usually wears red or black, since the blood can't be seen very easily on them. Also wears corsets and pants or a mini skirt. She wears normal clothing only when she has to go to human parties.
Bio: She was turned by a selfish vampire who thought that if he couldn't have her, nobody could, and since she rejected him, he turned her. He was later killed by a Lycan, who also attacked her, and she killed him. Since then she started haunting Lycans down, and since she didn't have much against the other species, she specialized in Lycan hunting. She travels the world now, hoping to find her life mate and killing the Lycans she encounters.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 5:37 pm
Name: Eihwa
Age: Twenty (20)
Type: Mortal
Weapons: She carries a small hunting knife with her, especially at night. You don't expect a city girl to go out unprotected do you?
Appearence: Almost everything about her is proportionate, a hard thing to find in most women, but she is a little on the shorter side - measuring at five feet, three inches. A petite little package that leaves you wondering what sort of dynamite she contains.
Her hair is dark brown, with lighter overtones when the sun hits it just right (But there's no chance in seeing that now is there?)
Eihwa has peach lips that seal together nicely, usually minding their own business until provoked, and eyes of hazel; normally brown with candycane twists of greenish-grey.
Her movements are deliberate, showing confidence when she walks, taking each step in a watery stride. Tan complexion indicates a regulated amount of time outside in the daylight and less of a 'hiding' nature.... The freckles across her nose lead you back to her eyes.
Bio:
Short and sweet; Eihwa is more of a suburb kind of girl, born and raised in the mid-west until a rebellous whim carried her to New York City. She absolutely loves the music here; jambands being her current fav. At first glance this woman appears to be light, jovial, and carefree - all true until you sneak into the complex maze in her head. She is constantly in motion; thoughts, habits, even the way she shifts so slightly in her seat. Eihwa has been in New York for about a month now and is just starting to get back on her feet. In a new, but tiny apartment, she barely makes ends meet working as a Massage Therapy apprentice. She's always had a way with her hands.
. o O ( Approved by Rikku to be mortal and changed through RolePlay )
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:46 am
Name: Sivaji
Age: 974
Type: Psychic
Weapons: A sword and dagger, silver. Not including very sharp nails and teeth.
Appearence: Looks 24 and is very attractive. Wears only black clothes.
Bio: Still to come
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 5:06 pm
Name: Ashlie
Age: The older I am the more yonger I become. for age is time and that the only thing I have (real age unknown)
Type: Psychic Vampire
Weapons: Silver daggers and cold iron daggers (for the fae)
Appearence: Appears to be in her early 20's Tan skin. Gray eyes. dyed her hair. Her hight is around 5'2" and around 130lb .
Bio: I'm insane as they come. I come form Malkav's blood line. For those who know him know what I am for those who don't figure it out.
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