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 Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 6:33 pm
Name: Ryuho
Age: 308 looks 28
Type: VoidMaster
Weapons: Two custom handguns called the Black Joker and the White Trick I also have two silver kunai.
Apperance:
I have long dark purple hair and, I may not be muscular but i'm tone. I also have dark purple eyes. I'm 6' tall. I wear Sleeveless black shirts and black pants.
Background: I grew up in 18th century europe with my best friend Vincent Valentine and his sister which i had a thing for Angelique Valentine. I never knew my family so i dont have a last name ,or any where to go so I just lived with my friend Vincent. I spent a lot of time perfecting my skill with the gun. I am also good at stealth and i'm a good craftsman on guns.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 9:44 pm
Name: Arianna
Age: To old to recall, but not quite as old as the elders.
Type: Voidmaster
Weapons: A long sword, a few throwing knives.
Appearance: A tall dark woman with long hair, her hair goes well past her hips adn is often tied up into a braid. Her eyes are a deep purple and are almost black but the twinge of color is still there. Her body is thin and very pale making her deep red lips pop out and become more noticable. Has long thin fangs usually that remain hidden. Wears a blood red corset, baggy black pants and a cloak to hide her weaponry.
Personality: Arianna is usually hidden in the back drop and unseen but when she is seen she is laid back and rather casual. Do not cross her though as her temper is feirce and anger often takes play. She is not usually violent except int imes of emergency when she needs to be. She's playful and lighthearted at times, but will be there in a crunch for times of battle. She's a thoughtful and deep person but few seem to approach her, even she does not know why.
Background story[Be detailed!]:Arianna has been around For manyyears and is almost as old as some of the elders. She's seen it all and been involved in a lot of things. Part of her misses the light but doesn't care to go out in it and ruin her immortality. She's been hiding in the background conspiring with some of the greatest minds out there, and is unknown to many. One point in her lifetime she worked as an assasin a gun for hire for the Italian's and was known as the Angel Of Death. She's worked different places and different jobs but has always had an unknown form of protection from the higher ups in the vampire world. Once in love with a mortal she's distanced herself from the human world and only ventures there to feed or to wander the streets and relive the past memories. Her past love was killed by the vampire kind and this has made her bitter over the many years. Now she lives in the shadows waiting for her chance to find redemtion and to live again in the freedom of the night.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:48 am
Name:sara heart
Age:250
Type:vampire , deathdealer
Weapons:nails, can burn things by pointing at things,knife, can fly ( without transformation)
Appearance: short pink hair , green eyes , pale silk skin black ribbon around neck , long black gloves passed elbow 3/4's of the way up , a black short dress to 5 inches above the nee with spegattie strapes pink strapps on side pink ribbon laced together on back and pink puffyish frilllyish ruffles underneith black dress and and inch below nee high boots with four buckles
Background story[Be detailed!]:a long long time ago sara 16,human,lived in a beautyful village in london in a huge mansion with white pillars and a white house and had a huge forest in the back and a garden full of her favorate flowers roses !!! red ones,white ones and she also had very special black ones.Her parents had died when she was 16 and left the house to her and all there money.she loved the night at night she would go in her forest and sing and walk looking up at the stars. everytime she saw a shooting star she wished that she would someday have everything she ever wanted . silly yet good, she lived a happy life when she was 17 she met a guy pretending to be a servant that fell in love with her but he really was a prince that one day saw her in the forest walking and singing. ever since he saw her he was in love but not only was he a prince and in love ,but a vampire named serial. they both fell in with each other then the prince said to her what he was a monster she didnt care, she soon was ask to be married and got married that fall . and kept her last name because serial would not give it to her . when she was 18 and a half .one night he turned her ....foolish was what he thought but loved her none the less ... then another night when they were walking in the forest a monster came a lycan had come there and serial fought it and then died saving her . she ran back to the house locked the doors she cried for a week and then went back and barried her dark prince and left the house and her beloved prince and now she lives here with a vampire coven and a death dealer, alwayz remebering how she hated the lycans for killing her prince.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:00 pm
Name:
Elizabeth Marroni
Age:
1117
Sex:
Female
Type:
Voidmaster
History:
She has amnesia so her past is unknown, also she only knows of her first name, no age, nor last name. She was almost killed by a human that she fell in love with and with that she lost her memory or focred herself to forget the past. She also turned a human which was against the rules and he became a rogue before she lost her memory.
Personality:
Elizabeth is relatively quite and doesn't seem happy often. She usually seems lost or as if she is missing something. When she does talk to people she seems to hate them.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:28 pm
Name: Shae Age: 652 years as a vampire, 19 years as a human Type: Psychic Weapons: Twin 4” daggers with simple twisted deep mahogany hilts and the uncanny ability to manipulate Appearance:  Background Story[Be detailed!]: The plague was fading, or at least that is what they prayed for. Six years of untold horror, as the plague spread like thick smog from house to house, trapping those who had sinned against god. Perhaps the fading disease could be thanked to the young minister, the holy man who had traveled far to cure the townsmen. At first there were rumors, as there always were of strangers, but such a good man, who lived in the church, had to be in god’s favor. So Shae thought as well, when she went to deliver some of the leftover fleece from the sheering. And soon the truth was to be learned, as his fangs ripped into her neck, as the life drained from her body, and as the pair mysteriously disappeared.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:18 pm
Name: Katoro Age: 127 years old Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: M60 Desert eagle Appearance:  ((Without the wings)) Background story[Be detailed!]:In 1879 he was in his early 20's and lived with his 30 year-old brother Daemon. Ever since Katoro was 9 his older brother never seem to leave the house only at night time was his brother active and always left the house until the sun rised. After one night he found his brother's room covered in blood he thaught he might've been shot and dragged out of the room until he noticed on the other side of the bed that there was a dead naked women covered in bite marks. After he figured out about that incident he began to run to his parents room to alert them about what he discovered but before he could reach the door he was yanked back and found himself in his brothers arms covered in blood his mouth was practicly full of it until he took a large gulp and revealed his fangs. Katoro now realized that his brother was a vampire how he knew was that his mother would tell him at night about stories of blood-suckin inhuman creatures of the night who nevered came out in the daytime. He struggled to get out of his brother's grasp but he was too strong for him, then his brother tried to calm him down by hugging him and and whispering to him."I won't hurt you trust me." Katoro slowly calmed down then after he did his brother let go of him and stood back and told him that they were moving into the state of New york and that they will never be bothered by family ever again. Katoro didn't like the idea of him moving away from his parents but he did understand why they must, if their parents found out that their oldest son was a vampire they would freak out and probably have him killed so after a 2 months of traveling by horse they reached New york's country side and baught a small home in the middle of a forest there they settled for years. By the time Katoro was 21 his brother wanted him to meet in the nearby forest which he did but it was night time sadly so he couldn't really find his way only a bright fire burned ahead so he followed it until he was tackled to the ground before he could jump over the bush then he felt a sharp pain in his neck then felt the very life being drained from him until the shadowy fingure stood up and showed two glowing red eyes. Soon after that he passed out from blood-loss and woke back up finding himself in his bed he looked around realizing his senses were heightined and his baby fat was gone and replaced it with ripped muscles and a more slim pale face when he got up and saw that in the mirror. He ran into his brothers bedroom and he wasn't there but he found a note on the door writtin in blood which was most likely his since no one was nearby for miles. What the note said was"Dear brother i have givin you the gift of eternal life and probably the most honorable thing i could probably give you in your whole life. You must know that i wanted to give you this gift because i thaught that you might want to live as long as you want and see the world like i do and taste the wonderful thing in the world BLOOD!!! I also must warn you that if you bearly smell any blood even from a mile you will home on it like a shark and search for the source of it and either drink it or probably tear it too pieces. Beware of the sun for it will kill you if your in its rays so please do not comfront the light, if your not near any shelter that you can hide in dig into the dirt and cover yourself before the sun rises."After i finish the note i knew that he would do this to me give me his curse and make sure i suffer like he did i did not find it as a gift for sure i needed to find a cure so now i hunt in present day New york still searching for the answerfor all my questions fighting the hunger everytime it hits me but i do feed when i need too.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 4:42 pm
Note: I was given permission to use this character here by Riku de Lioncourt, even with the conflictions. It will be updated in my journal as I update it tere, so all you have to do is click my journal to see the current version. Quote: Name: David Age: 107 years Gender: Male Race: Vampire Clan: Nosferatu Alignment: Neutral Appearance: To put it quite simply, he isn't the prettiest creature on earth. David lacks hair, and his eyes were turned to a solid milky-gray during The Embrace, though contrary to popular belief, they still retain their function. Unlike most Nosferatu, the shape of his skull changed very little, if any at all. His most notable features are his eyes, his ears, his mouth, his hands which were turned to claws in The Embrace, and the absence of body fat, causing his skin to cling to his skeletal structure, muscles, and tendons underneath. He wears a tattered, yet layered black cotton jacket that he completely keeps closed, which falls down to his feet, dragging on the ground about an inch behind him, and sparing just enough room in the front to keep him from stepping on his jacket and sparing him from an embarrasing trip. He wears boots. Though it'd be useless to describe them, because they're never seen. The only thing known about them to anyone besides him is their sound, 'Coo-ulck.'  Personality: He likes to have fun at others expence, though he's never intentionally harmed anyone and doesn't intend to do so. He also tends to be suspicious towards those who are nice to him. Considering he can quite easily gross anyone out and his face would make Quasimodo climb to the top of Notre Dame` and praise god for his mercy, he doesn't get why anyone would like him without having specific reason to. Regardless, once beyond the suspicions, he's glad to have any friends at all. Though, like most Nosferatu, David makes a point to know everything about anything he possibly can, which also makes him incredibly intelligent. Thus, he makes his living off of being an information broker, but he doesn't cut his prices for anyone. So no hope for discounts, though he does give freebies for easily obtained information. His biggest pet peeve is when someone comes to him for information, finishes what he's saying, and adds another little bit of info he hadn't heard yet. Gets him everytime. He's never really hated anyone or anything except Werewolves, but that's only because they and Vampires are mortal enemies. Thus, he naturally has racist tendancies towards them. But like with people who are nice towards him, once beyond the suspicions, he's glad to have any friends at all. History: David was born in New York, New York in the summer of 1897, just before the turn of the century. Coincidentally, Bram Stoker writes Dracula, and H.G. Wells writes The Invisible Man that same year. He was still small in 1900, at the turn of the 20th century, and remembers very little about it. Not much really happened in his life until The Great Depression era began and organized crime was well-known throughout the bigger cities. During that era, he assisted in supporting his family by acting as an errand boy for the Corleone Family, and eventually became a Soldier when he turned 23 in 1920. He was turned into a Nosferatu in August later that year when he carried out a hit that lead him into a warehouse that happened to be his Sires' Haven. It was his first encounter with a Vampire, let alone a Nosferatu, and he was Embraced that night. He soon learned that the Nosferatu process of changing was a long and extremely painful one. His lasted 12 days, and throughout the entire process while his body was twisting and contorting he was filled with pain to such degree that blood was seeping out of his pores, the corners of his mouth, his ears, nose, and the corners of his eyes from day four to day 10. Even with the Vampires incredible rate of healing, his body was so sore he was bed ridden for two days after the inital 12, and after seeing himself in a mirror, he never came out of the haven until he got over such a dramatic change in his appearance three months later, feeding only on the vermin that wandered into the warehouse. During those three months, David went through a time of discovery of himself and of the Vampire culture. It included the Masquerade, which was the vampiric law to never reveal the existance of the supernatural to the mortal world, lest we have a Genocide on our hands, some information on the 13 Clans and Vampiric politics, and his newfound abilities as a Vampire, which included the disciplines of Obfuscate, Potence, Animalism, and others. When he finally came to terms with his fate, he emerged from the Haven and joined with his Sire and the other Nosferatu within the city. It was then when David got into the Information Business. Which was quite easy considering a good portion of the Nosferatu pastimes involved sharing around current events within the city. Disciplines: Obfuscate - 6
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:42 pm
Name:Sir Britton Scott Alexander V (The Fifth), Britt for short.
Age: 226
Type: Voidmaster
Weapons: Two Black 9mm handguns with his two initials carved into each handle, they look like simple standard issue police handguns but they pack a bit more punch, sending the bullet out of the chamber twice the speed, it holds 20 incendiary bullets in each gun, in his pocket are a few cartridges of ammo. On the left side of him he holds a Short Broadsword that was crafted in the late 17th century, over the years it never seemed to age, the hilt is made of solid gold along with a silver blade.
Appearance: He stands tall at about 6'7 and 200 pounds of solid muscle, his hair, black as the night sky, with a few blue streaks, his eyes are a solid grey, once a shimmering calm blue, but over the years they have grown dull and lusterless. Britton wears a black baggy T-shirt, just making over his waist line, he also wears black with a white trim and stitching, for shoes he wears casual running shoes, also black. On his belt lay his two guns in holsters. On his face are a series of scars, most fading, on his right eyebrow is a black spike stud earring, and along his left ear is a series of earrings from the cartilage to the lobe. His skin is a pale white, in the light he glows as if he were a ghost, but he prefers the darkness above anything. Over each hands are black leather gloves.
Background story[Be detailed!]: Britton's life ended on July 27, 1779. Three days after his 25th birthday, the story begins on the battlefield between the three main "creatures" of the night, Lycans, Vampires, and these aren't really considered creatures but they can kill them just as good as the creatures can kill them, his family led the hunters. With Britton the right hand man, his brother the left, and his father the leader. The hunters, having no abilities faught dirty using anything they could that would kill the creatures, the main problem was Nosferatu, using fire to kill them and silver to kill the Lycans. He was a religious man before his whole army got slaughtered, including his father and brother, he then had nothing to live for he fought back, stronger than ever.
After hours of fighting he only killed 10 vampires and 6 lycans, the main battle was between one of the elder vampires, a strange woman with bright pale skin, crimson eyes, black hair, a black dress, and a excellent fighting style. She ended with a bang, stabbing him with the sword he still has today, it just missed the heart, he fell forward to he ground, making the blade slice deeper into his body, making blood fall down the sword to the tip, she went furious and told him to get up and fight, not replying, she kneels before him and asks him a simple question.
The question was immortality, all he had to do was say yes then he had everlasting life, he thought of the situation and how he would die if he didn't but he also thought about getting it over with, the blade then slipped deeper inside of his chest making him cry in pain his head then grew heavy, he was about to pass out, he then said one simple word, yes, the woman then came over to him and moved her finger along his neck, feeling the warm blood passing through his veins.
She then moved closer in, opened her mouth and bit down into his flesh, hearing the layers of skin rip Brittons eyes grew wide he then fell into her, the warm blood gushing into her mouth, she then pulls back, blood lining her teeth, she then licks it off and holds him up by his back and watches as his eyes slowly close, he is dead, minutes have passed then a sudden scream is expelled as his back arches, the woman then pulls out the sword and he heals a minute after, you need food, said the woman as she slit her wrist, allowing Britton to drink from her.
Cautious at first Britton moves to her bloody arm and licks small traces out from around the cut, he then is amazed how the blood is more sweet than bitter, with the hunger eating him inside he wraps his lips around the cut and softly sucks until he can drink no more, then he pushes away her arm and wipes the blood from his face, standing already he looks down to her and smiles, his canine teeth abnormal.
Britton then was off, searching the world for a friend or two, after a couple of wives and deaths in the family he lasted until present time, feeding from humans to small rats, anything he could get a trace amount of life energy from. After drifting from city to city he finally ended up in New York city, days later he got a note from "The Coven Of the Vampires."
Just minutes later, on the streets, vampires greeted him and took him to the Coven where he was taught how to control his powers, but through the years he learned more than any group of elders could ever teach him, he learned all of these from his "master" which had no name, no shadow, and no soul.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 3:14 pm
Name: Sergei Dirge ((Sei)) Age: 16 Type: Psyhic Weapons: none Appearance:  Background story:Sergei was only 14 when he left his parents clan to find one for himself. At 15 after living one year ine the streets he finally found his clan. Due to his stay on the streets Sergei found that he was much more powerfull,faster, and smarter than the clan leaders. He fought his way to the top of the clan and lead it to great succes,but along the way he made many enemies. One day while he slept his sentinel was paied off to take his master and hand him over to the lycans. Sergei was almost utterly broken by his guards, but he managed to keep his mind in check. One day his body finally shut down and he blacks out. When he awoke he was lying in a deep grave,he fights his way out and stuggles back to his hideout. After spending a year feeding and rehoning his body to almost perfect condition he took his revenge on both of his old clans utterly killing every member. Afterward he had to flee the area from enemies and now he is looking for a new home.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 10:15 am
Name: Elisabeth "Liz" Pandora
Age: Unknown
Type:
Weapons: She has two Edge plus brazors handguns in 40 S&W caliber and a dagger in pure silver.
The handguns
The silver dagger
Appearance: Liz has black long hair that goes down to her back, combined with her piercing blue eyes is a deadly seductive combination. She also has two tribal tattoos one under her left eyes and one that coves her whole back. She wears a black trench coat with a silver cross on the back and a blood red leather top that ends over her belly button and her pants are in the same colour and are also in leather, they fit her like a second skin and they are easy to move in.
Bio: Liz is and always has been a mystery, what is known about her is that she was born in Europe under the 1300-1400th century. Because of her appearance people think she comes from Italy but every time people have asked her about it she never says anything, her past is as much a mystery as her present. She talks frequently of her family but never names and she never mentions her sire, it is said that she killed him for killing her family and that is how she got the scar she has across her stomach. It is claimed that he sired her when she was in her twenties and ready to marry as her family wanted her to but her history is always told by people around her, she was in the war between the Lycans and Vampires that took place in England in 1400th century. She was a fierce warrior and trusted upon in battle, under the raging war she killed countless of Lycans and aided her fellow Vampires but after the war had ended she was nowhere to be seen and many thought that she had been killed and it wasn’t until about a hundred years later that this rumor was found falls.
The beginning of the 1500th century
She was now living in Egypt studying the Vampires history there, she had always been fascinated with their history and wanted to know more about their heritage. Under her many years in Egypt she mastered her abilities and was known as a heartless and cold killer, she didn’t find killing satisfying and that worried many. She grew tired of Egypt and her journey took her to Italy and Greece, this was in the end of the 1500th century, she traveled there because of a rumor but when she got there it was just that a rumor no truth behind it but still she stayed. It was there she got the name Pandora, the reason behind the name was never reviled and Liz never said anything about it. She sometimes uses her alias and often calls herself Pandora as well, it was in Italy she meet Darius.
Darius was the first of her own kind that wasn’t intimidated by her fierce and brutal personality, he even embolden it and thought her the fine art in playing and torturing her victims. Under the many years she spend with Darius she mastered the art of seduction so she no longer needed to force her victims. But the passionate affair with Darius was short lived when he tried to take control over her, they fought a fierce battle and it ended with both of them near death. Darius fled to Rumania where he had his clan and gathered them to force Liz to return to him but as he returned to Italy she was gone.
She had traveled to Asia in search of a book, it was told that this book hid many secrets and when she arrived she immediately started to search for it. In her search for the book she also took up martial arts and was taught by many good masters, while her training went well her search did not. It was here Liz got her first tribal tattoo, it was a gift from the last master she trained under and represents the dragon. As Liz lived in Asia many wars were beginning to take place and she thought that she had seen enough blood-spill and mans foolish ideas and vanished from her house on dark evening.
Liz took the first boat to America, the Promised Land. It was the beginning of the 1700th century, her first stop was New Orleans where she enjoyed her stay to the fullest and it was also here she got her second tribal tattoo, the one on her back. After she arrived to New Orleans she traveled all around America, she witnessed the war between the Americans and the Englishmen but did not bother with it other then that both sides were excellent meals. She also came across black magic and voodoo when she in a twist of faith came back to New Orleans, this was something that fascinated her and since there were both white and black magic she kept to the black where she knew she was welcome.
It is also said that she sired a young voodoo priest but its not a sure fact, Liz had grown powerful over the centuries but she still longed for something she ones had, a companion was what she was looking for. But she was not to settle with just anyone, she had also heard that Darius had been killed in a war against Lycans and even thou she despised him for trying to chain her. Her hatred grew stronger towards the Lycans but she also knew that many Lycans knew her name from the battle in England all those years ago where she had slaughtered more then her fair share. And so she finally made a stop in New York, she is still to find a place in this new city…
Abilities/Powers:
Personality: Liz is quiet, cold and distant. She has always been a loner and it fits her, she can work with others but only for a short while. She is a free spirit and hates to belong to anyone…
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 4:27 pm
Name: Rigel Capone Age: 621 (looks 17) Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Dual  High elder sword (with rubys and jewles) Katana Appearance:  Long (mid neck range) Black hair, Long Velvet coat Top hat, rolled Banadana or mobster hat Background story[Be detailed!]: Born into a Noble Vampuric Family, His father was a High Elder and his Mother an Elder. He was taught early how to shoot a Japanese Samurai long bow and a Long Katana (no dachi) by a Ancient Vampuric Samurai (name unknown) and trained to use a normal sword by His father. One day during a war against the Demonic Hords, they misteriously withdrew there army and out of noowhere came unknown creatures that were known as the plague bringers. He faught till the Death and the Japanese Vampire saved his life. His Mother told him about a place In the US and he agreed to go with her... Now he is here to continue his families legacy in a New Forgein World
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:48 pm
Name: tiazara Age: 350 but only look in her eraly 20s Type: Toreador Weapons: she has a knife in her right boot,shes a mind-reader,she can walk in the light,her nails,her teeth,and she has the straght of 10 grown men. Appearence: brown long fine hair,green eyes,light complecion,a black chocker with tiny pearls on it a black dress with the same pearls on it  Weaknesses: sensitivity to beauty. reflexively surround themselves with elegance and luxury. Bio: her mother was a vampier and died when she was only 5 she never met her father a older women took her in untill she relized somthing was diffrent about her the child didnt like humen food so she made her leave being afraid of her being diffrent so the child was out on here own feeding on rats and other small animals she kept shelter in sewers up intill now
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:06 pm
Name: Atreyu Shadows AKA-"Iron Cross"
Age: 687
Type: Deathdealer
Appearance: 
Weapons: ((Dual)) and a Black shadow katana.
Bio:I was Born in Germany, and raised there. My parents where killed by a clan of rogue vampires in a village raid when I was 12. And they had beaten me within an inch of my life, and then there leader walked up, and turned me, just like that. He raised me, and trained me to the ways of a warrior. Mind you, this was about 675 years ago. I taught the way of a swordsman, and traveled with this rogue group, until I decided I was too powerful to live the life of a wanderer. So, I slaughtered the entire rogue camp. Including the one who trained me. I then went back to germany, and ruled there. I ruled with absolute power. until overthrown by none other than dracula himself. I wound up on a pike in his front yard. A VERY cruel day that was. I was on that pike until I made a deal with vladimir. I promised I would leave his kingdom, and never come back. I was a threat to him. So, I left. I had made a deal with the devil so to speak. But, when he was overthrown, I tried to rule again. And I did, for 100 years. Until Guns came along. I was shot almost 50 times before fleeing. I lived the life of a night begger until invited to this guild, where now I take my vengeance out on lycans. I personaly have slayne over 200 lycans. A accomplishment i am rather proud of.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 2:57 pm
Name: Haze Le Muir
Age: born sometime in the 900's
Type: Deathdealer turned Voidmaster
Nationality: French
General Background: Originally a famed painter, out of a family of musicians. His family was slaughtered one night while he was unveiling a new painting in Paris. He stood over his families bodies when members of the nearest Vampire Coven found him. Deathdealers of course and told him the truth of the world at the time only 12, learning his parents had been killed by a group of tainted called la-noc-le-nuite. He was initiated into the world of the night rather informally, learning to fight physically and mentally under the Paris vampire's he soon became the deadliest Deathdealer in the coven taking his hate out on the lycans. Until the revolution, he used Paris as his center of operations for a network of Deathdealers. He has always hated the elders because on the day he was turned they forbid him from having vengeance. After the revolution he left the Death dealers to there own devices and joined the void. he cam to the states because in New York, he can find vengeance.
He works as a painter for fun most nights. (He is rather wealthy having invested heavily in certain enterprises over time.)
Personality: Cold, Calm, Calculating are what people would say at first.
But in truth he is bloodthirsty, and barely keeping contol over the killer inside him, his rage in battle makes sanguiarians avoid him, while in control he kills with perfectly with one hit per kill. when losing himself to the rage his styles changes from economical to poetic bringing opponents to their knees in mere seconds, and carving his latest masterpiece into their flesh.
Weapons: trained to be deadly with anything, he still has a certain fondness for dual blades of the void, Black Twilight and Black Neon.
these blades are perfectly balanced, can be thrown. The blades bear resemblance to samurai swords in their curve. he often dual wields the blades overcoming the normal weak power of dual wielding with his vampire strength. He often carries 1 or 2 beretta's strapped to him, along with a collection of throwing and other multi purpose blades.
Appearance: Jet black hair with a neon green steak on the side he carries Black Neon with a parallel twilight purple streak on the side he carries Black Twilight. He prefers to where black shirts and pants with a black trenchcoat hiding his few visible weapons. His eyes are pure white with no color in them so he tends to wear sunglasses.satnds about 6.3
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