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 Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 8:39 am
Name: Ishamel Steiner
Age: 20
Type: Sanguine
Weapons: Crossbow, shortsword, and dagger for lycans and vamps, twin 9 shooter revolvers for everything else
Appearence: He stands six foot seven, with pale skin, black hair and red eyes. He wears black army boots, a leather shearwater jacket and rough black jeans, with his crossbow and sword slung over hsi back and guns and dagger at his belt.
Bio:A youngish vampire, Steiners chief concerns are not Lycans, but Vampire criminals. Those deemed to be too dangerous are brought in by a warden. He is th elatest to join the warden's after killing the warden who turned him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 10:52 am
Name: Yanaheem
Age: looks about 25 but old enough that lost all hair color and eye pigmentation.
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: skinny sharp claws, teeth, streanght and agility that has been rewarded to me by time.
Appearence: just as the avatar looks. Also a necklace that is a cross with a ring around the middle part [basically its an irish catholic cross]
Bio: I've lived for so long that i cant remember my past due to the drugs ive done.
and the fact that ive just lived for so long. some wonder is i was around during the beginning of the earth when satan was casted down from heaven. for awhile i was his right hand man but that all changed when i uprooted myself from his power and learned the true freedom that mankind has. I am very bloodthirsty quit often i have to substitute for milk just to make sure i dont start a widespread panic of [as i like to nickname the humans] "Meat Puppet's"
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 7:20 am
Name: Zarazumae Dassa
Age: about 250
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons:poisoned gold coin, claws,katana, pistol, and of course fangs
Appearence: Tall, Very skinny with hair black as new moon midnight. His skin is pure white but covered by a long trench coat so not to draw attention. He wears dark shades to hide his blood red eyes.
Bio: Zarazumae was bitten at a young age so he is eternally dawned with the appearence of a 16 year old. He never has much care for the life of any living thing and embraced the chance to kill them. his bloodlust is only matched by his sophistication. He always killd his Prey with a poisoned gold coin that he made 5 years after being bitten. He nromally hides in the shadows and waits for and humans to walk by but he is not frequient in the places he feeds so noone really ever sees him until he bites...
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 4:41 pm
Name: Dormir Profondement
Age: About 475
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Fangs, double edged swords, throwing knives, and throwing stars.
Appearance: Dormir is a tall vampire with black wavy hair that falls to her waist. It is usually bound up, but not always. She has deep blue eyes that turn a deadly red when she is angry. The vampire usually wears black jeans, dark tight shirts, and some sort of long black overcoat.
Bio biggrin ormir was bitten at the age of 17, so she will always have that appearance. Her parents were killed in the process, but she doesn't really care, for on that day, her eyes were truely opened. She has been living on the outskirts of the vampire most of her eternal life, but is finally starting to make her life in their society.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 1:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 5:57 pm
Name: Vurderlak Age: 668, but looks to be 19 Type: Deathdealer Weapons: 2 katanas, 1 zhanwhuhielder, and 2 .454 jackal magnums. Appearence:  Bio: Unknown
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:21 pm
Name:Xander Shawn D'Ancanto
Age:520
Type:Death Dealer
Weapons:Two handguns, several knives made of silver.
Appearance:6'1" Black hair, Green eyes, Muscular build. Wears black mostly to blend in with the night, like most Death Dealers.
Bio:Shawn was turned a few years after his sister disappeared. He assumed his sire killed her before getting to Shawn. Hailing from France, he left his home and traveled to Tibet where he learned to be a Death Dealer. He traveled throughout Asia killing lycans and remains loyal to the Death Dealers to this day.
He came to New York to slow a growing threat of lycans and hunters.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 9:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 4:26 pm
Guild profile update for Eihwa:
Name: Eihwa
Age: Twenty (20) Recently turned.
Type: Developing Psychic
Weapons: She used to carry a small hunting knife with her, but found it was useless against what she should really be looking out for. The knife can be found on her from time to time out of habit, but other than that she relies on her wits to get her out of a situation for now.
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. The freckles across her nose lead you back to her eyes which have been known to shift when she's hungry.
Bio:
Short and sweet; Eihwa was more of a suburb kind of girl, born and raised in the mid-west until a rebellous whim carried her to NewYork city.
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 NewYork for about a month now and was just starting to get back on her feet until a fiery vixen condemned her to eternal hunger.
It's not that she holds a grudge or anything.. she's just a tactical thinker and can still hold someone on a level of respect while plotting their doom. ( Not that she is or anything!! smile )
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 7:56 am
Name: Toroi Cha-ruzu [Only Call me T.C,Please and thanks.]
Age: 396
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: Small daggers hidden on him everywhere, For fast, Quiet kill. But keeps two katans on his back. For fun kills. xD
Appearence: 5'6" Short, Sort off muscular, Bald, Fit, And a small light coloured beard. Dark eyes, Not-Very-Appealing Teeth either. domokun
Your 'Regular Friendly Neighboorhood Vampire." =]
Bio: He was changed at 13. He was born and raised in Berlin, His mother died giving birth to him, So he grew up with his father, Who had beat him - He had extreme anger problems, And had killed men on spot. He was also very intelligent, So Could clean it up. He was never convicted of anything.
As for T.C, he grew up violent, Quiet, But also an angry person. He was changed, While running away one day, After getting into a fight with his dad. He ran through all of berlin, Until he found himself lost in a large clearing. With nothing but sky surrounding him, And a small abandened {[sp? Or what he though to be abandened]} house. He quickly went to it, Seeking shelter, Soon to be turned into a vampire by the one living in the basement. He grew up there, Never heard nor saw his father again.
Over those long years with that vampire, [still anonyamous, for he never told] He taught him to hate and know lycans. Every chance there was a full moon, We would hunt them like deer. One day, When T.C Was about 175, Still an amateur to being a vampire, His teacher was gone. He then knew he had no reason to stay in berlin. He traveled the world, Killing Lycans, and soon found newyork.
Which really Needs his help. =]
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:24 pm
Name: Evalyn Inazuma (aka: Eve)
Age: 606 (turned at 21)
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Small smith & wessin pistol loaded with silver tipped bullets she makes herself, keeps it hidden in one of her boots, rarely has to use it.
Appearence: 
Bio: Evalyn didn't take her immortal death willingly. The vamp that took her had stopped her from commiting suicide after her family had died away. She continues to live her cursed life as best she can, for she has sworn never to take a human life, she feeds on animals. Protecting the innocent from dispair is what she strives for, so that they won't have to go through what she has lived and died through.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 11:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 1:56 pm
Name: Dekiru Miyamato ( French )
Age: 554 bitten at the age of 18
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Fairly sharp nails, 2 knives one strapped to each of her legs, 2 razor sharp chop sticks that criss cross in her hair
Appearence: Dekiru is 5'5 with pastel blue eyes and obviously pale skin. She wears red lips stick. She has long black hair but normally wears it in a bun with two chop sticks holding it together. She normally wears a black velvet cloak with a black or red lace top and a black ruffled skirt that reaches to the floor with a sleek pair of black leather boots. Her highlighted eyes and blood red lips and clear facial complextion she uses for seduction or as a weapon for those who are weak. As stunning as mysterious as she may seem she never smiles.
Bio: Dekiru was on the run at the age of 18 with a lover her father did not permit her to marry, only to find that he sold her to a man in some unknown place. Dekiru was bound and the man knocked her against her skull with a club and long after that Dekiru awoke in a vast field of corn with slash marks across her fore arms and wearing rags with a deep craving she knew not of and a painful piercing pain in her neck.
Realizing what might have happened she refused to drink the elixer of life and fended for herself. Having gotten decent clothes and hold of her advanced abilities , Dekiru watched in the night as gangsters and rapists made there move and Dekiru could no longer stand the thirst. She decided on feeding on those who only deserved to die a horrific death. After having found out about the Lycans she knew from that point that the man who took her in had to be one and was filled with a passion of revenge.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 8:28 am
Name: Lanik Tors Age: 250 (bitten at age 26) Type: Deathdealer. Weapons: A lightweight silver longsword and one smg with silver bullets (though rarely used) Appearence:  Bio: Bitten at age 26 after a lycan-attack on his family. Away at the time, Lanik was the only survivor. He arrived at his house to see his family's corpses astrewn everywhere, and a Vampire Deathdealer standing amongst their bodies. Lanik rushed an attack at the vampire, but was fended off easily. Too tired and heartbroken to go on fighting the vampire offered his deal. Join the Deathdealers, seek revenge on the wretched beasts that cast this doom upon the Tors' family, and become a Deathdealer. The power and promise of revenge being overwhelming as it was Lanik bent his neck to the side invitingly, and became what he needed to in order to restore his family's honor and peace. Until every Lycan is killed by either his hand, or another deathdealer's, Lanik would not rest.
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