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 Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:06 pm
Name: Meko Voidicluon
Age: 13
Type: Voidmaster
Weapons: None
Appearance: 
Background story[Be detailed!]: When she was 11 years old, she walked to a bridge. Meko was having a horrible life, and she wanted it all to end. She had no friends, and was always bullied. She had things thrown at her, she was even punched across the face for just picking up a flower.
Mekos home life wasent any better.
Her mother being a drug adict, and a whore, was never home. her father, beat er for his pleasure. Strapping her to the wall as she cried, hitting her with a belt or a bat. Touching her in places she never wanted to be touched in.
Meko finally gave up.
Insted of going home one day, she went striaght to a bridge, that was lead over a river. A long way down.
It was night. She knew that people wouldent care, or notice. She walked to the edge.
meko froze though hen a lady grabed her by the wrist and said. "Hello lovely, what is such a pretty thing like you strolling out here at night?" Meko looked down at the ground. "I dont want to live anymore... nobody likes me.." she said softly. The lady smiled. "How about I take you to come live with me and my friends, you can be with us forever.." Meko saw the girl smile, her fangs. "Your a vampire!" she gasped. "That I am.." the lady had said. "Can I be one? Then nobody would hurt me anymore!" The lady bit her that night.
Meko has been living with the vampires for two years now. Shes never seen wanted pictures for her. Her family, didnt care. neither. Did she.
Meko had a new home now.
A home, with the vampires.{{Cheese doodles?}}
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 6:25 pm
Name:Circe Cervantes-Her nickname in other countries is Canis
Age:379 appears to be 20
Type: Sanguine / Psychic vampire
((UPDATING!! biggrin ))
Weapons:
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Bio:
Note from Rikku: Please review?
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 7:52 pm
Name: Alex Rosel Age: 88 (Appearance of 24) Type: Deathdealer Weapons: Two Modified Desert Eagles with a revolving chamber to plce special bullets he makes to use for Lycans, A Titanium Katana with Silver Imbedded into it. Two silver daggers Appearance: 6' 1" Usaully wears black suits or a long black coat with a spandex shirt and black jeans.  Nationality: German Background story: His parents immigrated to the U.S. when he was 16 and when he ws old enough he went into the U.S. army an fought in WW II. He stormed one of Hitler's masion to come across the mansion had aan inhabitant. A Vampire. He found the idea of immortality irresistable and willing became an Vampire at 24. He eventaully returned home to New York, where he meet up with other vampires.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 7:02 pm
Name: Kaelin Allison Walsh Age: 269, appears 17 Type: Sanguinarian/Death dealer Weapons: 21" knife that hangs off her belt, boot knife, katana Appearance:  Background story: Kaelin Allison was born in the year 1739 to the beautiful country of Ireland. Dublin, to be specific. Her mother and father owned a bar on the outskirts of town which had common demonic visitation. Kaelin grew used to the common vampire or lycon customer, thinking it was completely normal and never giving a second thought to them. At age thirteen she was sent to Spain to live with her cousins to work in the pubs in Barcelona due to her parents fighting and growing vampire/lycon tension in the city. She kept contact with her beloved parents, recieving no real explanation as to why she was sent away. Working in Barcelona she got to know the people well, especially one of her regulars, Manuel, who happened to be a vampire. Her cousins kept her well, made sure she was healthy, but most of all kept her partying. They would sit her down and talk with her about Manuel on a regular basis, warning her that he was not all he seemed. She ignored their words, yet enjoyed the attention, each time saying that she had worked with vampires and lycons since she could remember and not once had she ever felt threatened by them, nor had any of them made any advances to bite her or her family. In her sixteenth year, two days before she turned seventeen, she heard her parents bar had been ransacked and the owners kidnapped. When she went to seek comfort in Manuel, he took advantage of her in her vulnerable state and he became her sire. She was forced to leave the protective wing of her cousins and move to Romania where Manuel had her work with a gypsy troupe. Through the years she worked with them, she learned how to cheat, steal, slay, and fight. In the year 1839, during her centennial celebration, the troupe was attacked by lycons causing large casualties on both sides. She and a few others immediately relocated to Great Britain, Manuel sadly had been slain. Convinced she wouldn't let the death of Manuel consume her, she would hit up all the fancy parties looking for anyone to feed on whether it be blood or wealth. Years passed and her body count rose, stating each one was to make Manuel proud. In 1873, she found herself falling in love with a wealthy human. Once she had broken down his walls, she tried to sire him when she found out he was a hunter and had it out to kill her for torturing his beloved sister before turning her into a vampire. He had been forced to slay his sister, the thirst for revenge getting the better of him. Kaelin and the man fought, neither side winning nor losing. The fight lasted for ten solid minutes before he fell, his knife through his stomach like butter. She fed on the blood she could, robbed him of his finest jewels and gold when his colleagues walked in. Quickly, she left Britain to return to Dublin where she stayed until 1913, then moved to the America's. She lived in New York trying to run her own bar with the money she had stolen from the English aristocrat. Her bar turned into an inn during the prohibition with a lower level devoted to being a speak-easy. Her business boomed and flourished, not to mention the body count and people she sired, up until the second world war where she temporarily had to shut down due to lack of resources and moved to Canada up until the war ended. Once back, Kaelin sold the inn/bar and spent the next twenty years in Ireland before journeying back to the place she missed dearly, New York. Kaelin now lives with the vampires.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:27 pm
Name: [Eric] "Blackout" [Grinde] Age:19 [goes up with age] Type: I guess Sanguinarian [if theres a way to choose one from an established clan please let me know ex: Brujah, Samedi, Nosferatu, Toreador, Salubri etc.] Weapons: experience with swords, the giant hand stars [on my back], usually uses what is around him to the best of his ability when needed Appearance: avatar for the most part...sometimes likes the nightlife with blacklights smile  Background story[Be detailed!]: around the Age of 15 he had been just some lost kid doing whatever he pleased but making sure to avoid the consequences of his actions, backyard wrestling, tagging walls, running through traffic and walking on rooftops, he worked for what he had, which wasn't much, but constantly on the move to see what there was out there he couldn't carry much either. He then settled in an abondoned house where he would talk to others in a club he'd sneak into, one night he walked a little to far and sort of came across someone not quite so human and wokeup feeling the effects of a bite that scars the left side of his chest and neck area. Not knowing what had happened he was about to walk outside in the morning when he was thrown back and told what happened. Never really one for the day anyways he could live with walkin around forever enjoying the night, more fight clubs were open anyways, people wouldn't be able to push him around, he figured it would all be fun and games... 4 years later he arrives from the cities of San Diego and Los Angeles and takes what he is much more seriously, not allowing himself to be run over by other vampires, very open on his thoughts, but respects those who have come before him now more than ever seeing as he is part of a war just because of what he is whether he likes it or not. he figured if he wanted to find some action, New York would be the place to go, always up for a fight for fun or not, he still tries to figure out what all he possesses. ---->enjoys talking, hates being annoyed by the small things, usually one to help out with whatever, has always enjoyed strategy and playing with peoples minds so much he has been accused of being a psychic, he just reads beings better than most. Always up for gathering information, being sneaky is something he enjoys very much, and will aide the New York vampire group he has come across whatever ways possible. [[pm if anything comes up u need/want to know or needs to be changed etc. ]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 11:26 am
Name: Alasdair Thares
Age: 540
Type: Void Master
Weapons: A pair of silver plated Israeli made Dessert Eagle Mark XIX. A Japanese-style katana: two-handed midnight blue handle, pure silver blade.
Nationality: Spain
Appearance:
He stands at six feet tall, has a pale skin and a very muscular physique. He is a handsome man with shoulder length silver hair and pale blue eyes(Now deep purple). He usually ties a crimson silk thread around his hair, like a pony tail. He likes to wear a black, heel long trench coat with silver edging, and a pair of black pants. He wears a pair of black, shiny boots. Underneath his coat he wears a silk black shirt with a black leather shoulder gun holster which holds one of his Dessert Eagles; the other gun is hidden on his back. Tied to his side is his black sheath katana. He always tries to wear gloves to hide his lacquered finger nails.
Bio:
Alasdair was born as a mortal on 1469 on the kingdom of Aragon, Spain. While he was being born the Spanish kingdoms of Aragon and Castile were being united against the Muslim moors. He was born from a poor family so at the age of 18 he was forced to join the army to fight in the “Reconquista”. By the time he was 21 he was considered the best swordsman of his age by the Spanish army. It was at this age that he travelled to Granada, to the front lines. Shortly after arriving at Granada he was taken from his camp by a vampire. The Moorish vampire was enthralled by Alasdair’s prowess with the sword that he wanted Alasdair for himself.
After the vampire turned Alasdair he was kept as a pet for the first hundred years. Alasdair spent those first hundred years in agony, praying with all his hatred to anyone who would listen. All he wanted was to be free from the demon and go back to his family, oblivious to how long he had spent under the Moorish vampire’s control. One night his prayers were finally answered by the darkness of his own world. He did not realize that the void had looked kindly upon him and had taken him in as him own. After being free from the Moor, Alasdair returned to his home to find nothing he knew was gone.
Alasdair has spent his immortal life wondering from city to city gaining wisdom, strength, allies and everything in between. For the first time in his long life he is on the streets of the great New York City. He had heard from rumors that the city was a melting pot for all sorts of creatures and action.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 3:42 pm
Name: Maximus Lufia
Age: 108/ looks 17
Type: Death dealer
Weapons: hmmmm....I wonder...
Appearance:
Vampire Form: 
Background story[Be detailed!]: Maximus was abandoned by his mother at birth, left with his abusive, drunk father. Maximus later on, wandered off from the quickly developing city of San Fransico. He soon had grown curious about the outside world, and what it contained. Weeks flew by when he countered a lone stranger after a rave. Maximus simply walked over to this stranger after this "party of the century", drunken. The stranger had knocked Maximus out quickly, transforming him into a bloodthirsty vampire. After that, Maximus traveled around the world, learing to control his vampiric instincts, soon settling in New York where he discovered The Coven.
Personality:Calm and collected at first when people meet him. When at least a month passes, he'll seem to change, little by little into a party maniac.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 5:24 pm
Name: Brianna Kincade
Age: 148
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Four daggers. Two of them are small and strapped to her arms. The other two are much longer, and strapped to her thighs.
Appearance: Brianna Kincade
Background story: Brianna was born nearly a hundred and fifty years ago in Ireland. Half Irish and half American, Brianna grew up on the east coast of Maine. She was always bright, and even as a small child it was evident that she had a way with numbers. But Brianna had a bit of a wild side. Her mother was a teacher and her father was a Professor, so they were stiff when it came to boundaries. Brianna had strict rules about how she was to behave and where she was allowed to go. When she was about seventeen, she met and fell in love with a vampire from the East Maine Coven. But of course she didn’t know then that he was a vampire, she never even suspected. The fact that they could only meet at night was easily covered up with a story about school and strict parents, because Brianna had these problems too. Eric, as he told her to call him, was supposed to be only nineteen, but Brianna believed that he had what her parents would call an old soul. Sometimes she could see such loneliness in his eyes and would ask him what was wrong. He would always distract her, sometimes with a kiss, and Brianna would let it go.
A week before her eighteenth birthday, she ran away with Eric to get married. She met him that night at a hotel out of town. It wasn’t a very nice hotel, but she was with the man she loved and didn’t care, and they would get married the next day. But things went horribly wrong. Eric attacked her, bit deeply into her neck and began to drink her blood. It was useless because he was so strong, but Brianna fought back, and as she flailed about, she could feel herself slipping away. Then there was nothing. She woke up later, hungry like she’d never been in her entire life, and completely alone. And while she did eventually learn how to satisfy her hunger, her loneliness has not been so easy to overcome.
Several years, and many miles later, Brianna was able to find a mentor, who taught her the ways and secrets of being a vampire. She grew stronger and learned that she was a psychic vampire. When she felt ready, Brianna said goodbye to her mentor and returned home… only to find it gone. It seemed that there had been a fire, the police called it arson, and Brianna had been the most likely suspect because she had been no where to be found. Heartbroken and sick to her stomach, Brianna headed West for California. Throughout her life, she’s lived in many places, but has now decided to live in New York City. She hopes to lay low for awhile, and will most likely head for Europe soon, but things don’t often happen as one plans.
She’s learned a lot of things while being a vampire, but sometimes wishes she had simply died when she should’ve. She has moments of acute nostalgia, and has from time to time lost control while feeding but has gotten better at controlling herself. She doesn’t like to be around humans because they remind her of what she no longer is, and she doesn’t like to be around vampires because they remind her of what she is and will always be. Brianna has often contemplated suicide… but she’s contrarily not ready to die yet and does everything she can to survive. When she’s around people she can tolerate, she’s sweet, charming, and mellow. Whenever she’s around someone she dislikes, which is hardly ever seeing as how she avoids them, she’s prickly and temperamental or even pouty. Brianna doesn’t like to fight, but has learned. And right now, she’s focusing on her ability to move objects with her mine. She’s becoming quite good at it….
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 2:38 pm
Name: Sin
Age: 106
type: Deathdealer
Weapon: Scythe, Daggers
Nationality: unknown
Appearence: Sin has short black hair in a emo hair style. She wears her scythe on her back. Her daggers are hooked on to her belt and some hidden in around her body. Sin has a baby pink scarf around her neck that touchs the floor. On her face is a mask that hides half of her face. Sin is also flat chested, witch gives her the look of a young boy. ( that the best i can do, i could always draw a picture )
Personality: Sin can be short tempered and doesn't like to be told what to do. She does not talk to much and never really bothers to make friends. Sin feels comfortable near big crowds and tends to have alot of panic attacks. Feels very uneasy near other vamipres.
Bio: Sin was changed in to a vampire on April 7th 1908. Both her mother and father were deathdealers. She was trained by her father on how to use Daggers. Her father would tell her storys about his past and the many fights that he fought through. Sin never really new if she could believe her father amazing storys but on April 7th 1908, she believed them.
Sins family was attacked buy hunters that they barely even new. Sin watched her family burn in to ashes and when her reached for them she burned half of her face. Sin was left to defend herself.
Later during the years, Sin was trained to use a scythe to protect a village of vamps from wearwolves. Sin never heard of such a speices of vampire, but when she learened that there were her enemies
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 9:32 pm
SaranethAge: 516 years old (looks 17 years old) Race: Vampire Type: Deathdealer Weapons: Her katana, throwing knives, pocket knife, pair of HK USP9's and sharp teeth. Powers: Telepathy, flight, mind control, all wounds heal fast, mind reader, can create hallucinations and is super fast/strong. Appearance:  Height: 5"4' Hair: Long, wavy blonde hair which is always out. Eyes: Are turquoise when happy. Turn golden when being truthful. Turn black when angry, provoked or on the hunt. Are jade green when in love. Fashion: Tight black pants with tall sleek black leather boots. Black crop sports bra underneath a spaghetti strapped black singlet. Gun holsters attached to legs at mid-thigh height. A skinny red ribbon is tightly tied around her neck, and a thin silver ring with a crystal heart pendant dangles gracefully on her right thumb. History: Saraneth was born in a small town, just outside of Italy in 1492. She had loving but poor family. Her father was a blacksmith, mother a housewife. She grew up, the most beautiful girl in town and was pushed into all sorts of trouble by her older sister. At the age of 15, Saraneth fell in love with her best friend, Sebastian. When her family found out, they instantly forbade her from seeing him. They wrote letters to each other in secrecy and she always loved him dearly. For Saraneth's 16th birthday he gave her a ring and swore to only love her. It bore a crystal heart and fitted her thumb perfectly. Attached was a red ribbon which she took to wearing around my neck. A while after her 16th birthday, a young duke came into town and asked her parents for her hand. Overjoyed, they accepted and told her the night after. She was astonished and disgusted at them, and refused to speak to the duke. As she found out, my betrothed was 8 years my senior, called Nathaniel Bloom, and the more she found out about him, the more she despised him. She would be nothing more than a trophy wife to him and he couldn’t wait to get his hands her. The night before the wedding, her family saved up and took her out for dinner. They were so proud of her, and couldn’t wait for the marriage. So wrapped up in discussion, her father realized that he had forgotten his money and told her to go and fetch it from home, which was a block away. Obediently, she left and picked it up. On her way back to the café she ambushed by a group of men, one of which being her betrothed. They, drunkenly, beat her up, ripped half of her clothes off, violated her and left her for dead. Saraneth managed to break Nathaniel’s nose and wounded one of his friends’ privates. Almost dead, Sebastian found her and turned me into what she am today. He flew her over to New York and trained her in the darkness. She got stronger by the day and was taught how to awaken her powers. He was her savior, and they couldn’t have been happier. 20 Years later, on a trip to Paris, they encountered a band of Lycans and Sebastian was slain. Saraneth killed them all, barr the one that killed him and returned to New York weakened both in mind, and in what was left of her heart. Ever since that day, she have followed that one Lycan’s trail and hunted all of his followers. She returns to New York to regroup, sleep and feed, whilst waiting for revenge.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 3:16 pm
Name: Kazui Namaru
Age: 98/looks 16 or 17
Type: void master
Weapons: a gun
Appearance: 
Vampire Form:
Background story: Kazui always had lived with her vampiric parents until their mysterious death when she was 6. Kazui never had any siblings, or knew what siblings were. She felt alone when she sees people with other people, younger or older. Kazui soon found The Coven and never left. She now roams around New York City looking for the meaning of love, friendship and sibling rivalry.
Personality: Quite, shy, Kazui has never gotten close to anybody, she doesn't like getting close to people due to her fear of losing them.Note from Rikku: Please edit the parts in italics. Vampires cannot reproduce so you would have had to be turned, not born a vampire.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 3:01 pm
Name:Lance Thunder Age:513((looks 18-19)) Type:Void Master Weapons:  Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]: Lance thunder once a human,which was horrible,he was a outcast and a trouble maker .One faithful night he turned into a wrong ally,were he was greeted by a vampire and his life changed.Now he is a vampire;and he is a whole different .The covenant soon found him and toke him in.He served the covenant until he discover something higher and that was when he became a void master,although he still serves the covenant.Plus his outlook on humans has changed,he now envies them because he believes its better to be naive than to know the horrible truth....
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:30 pm
Name: Dean Age: 48 Gender: Male Type: Psychic -Clan: Toreador Weapons: Knife or Pistol Appearance: He has the appearance of a twenty year-old, that being his age when turned. Dean has short dark-blonde hair, usually a foe hawk in recent years. He has a handsome clean-shaven face, almost perfect features, with a straight nose. His eyes are grey, which change wildly from his normal sad contemplative look to a wicked and excited glare. Clothes-wise, he dresses mostly in trendy, yet sophisticated clothing, that suits his sleek figure.  Background Story: Born in an upper-middle class family he was a shape-shifter of sorts. An artist one moment, a singer the next, he was strangely immediately skilled and passionate about something and then quickly would lose interest. During his first year at college while losing interest in education he began taking up painting. It was at a gallery exhibit in Seattle were he met his fate. A beautiful pale woman named Emilia approached him, they began talking and quickly befriended him. He was thought it odd he trusted her, but she shared most of his interests and they could debate things well into the hours of the night. During the weeks that followed there friendship grew by leaps and bounds till they simply became inseparable. One night while returning back to her loft she asked him if he wanted them to be friends forever, he laughed and said “of course!” Without another thought she turned him. Over the years that followed they began to drift apart, his desire for change and her desire for something constant drove them apart. Dean headed towards his new obsession, New York…
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