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 Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 7:05 am
Name: Bella Age: 511 years old ( looks like she's 18 ) Type: Voidmaster Weapons: Long sword, two daggers, and poisons that all hang on her belt. If she has to, she'll fight with her claws and teeth. Extra Features: She has black leathery wings that can be drawn in and out at her will. She also has long black claws that can also be drawn in and out at her will. Appearance: Before she was a vampire  When she is a vampire  Background story[Be detailed!]: Bella has been a vampire ever since she was ten[first picture is when she was 9]. She doesn't remember her family or any relatives. She was abandond at age 5 and was forced to live by herself. She became extremely thin and sickly. [when she was age 10]One day she was sitting in the darkness of the trees where she usually resides. She grew to love darkness and all the evil creatures in it. A dark swirling figure with red glaring eyes approached her. She seemed drawn to it's aura of power. She stood up and the dark figure held out it's hand. The next thing she knew she was a vampire. And she could call and control darkness at her will. Keep in mind she keeps many secrets and always deals in darkness. A shadow seems to shimmer over her life...
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 5:00 pm
Name: Isabelle Scarlett Age:19 Type:Voidmaster Weapons:The shadows and the darkness, my intellect and strange, inconceivable powers Appearance:  Background story: Born in 1790's, daughter to Alchemist, Benjamin Scarlett and Hedgewitch, Flora Scarlett. Was raised with the powers of alchemy and chemistry, and taught the secrets of witchcraft. Accused of putting one of the Lord's sons under a spell to love her, she was burned at the stake at age twenty, which was a year after an illustrious vampire bit her. She went through the ages, inconspicuous in her living, learning new things and creating a new lifestyle with each coming decade. Finally, she moved to New York, finally finding Scotland a bore after almost 300 years, and there she stayed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 9:06 am
Name: Selene Crookshore Age: 200-300ish Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Rapier and black shrunken Appearance: This was before turning into a vampire  This is after  Background story[Be detailed!]: She was 15 when she was turned. she was on a night out on her own. She walked through an alleyway for a shortcut but there was a stranger there waiting for her. The next moment she knew she was a vampire. She hates people who mock her own kind and may injure them very badly. She will kill for pleasure as well as defensive. She obeys every command she is given.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 3:20 pm
Name: Penelope Age: 18 Type: Voidmaster Weapons: darkness and night Appearance: Background story[Be detailed!]: born in Georgia in the mid-18th century, I was raised a simple country girl, simple farming parents, simple farming boyfriend, or so i thought. Sitting in a barley field one Sunday afternoon, we were holding each other in tight embrace, when he went for my neck. I thought this was simply foreplay, then i felt his teeth sink into my throught. When I awoke hours later in the dead of night. A major headache pounded in my head. Then, i felt a lust, not for Sebastian (my boyfriend) but for blood. Scared of my sudden lust, i ran through the barley feild blindly tears streaming down my face at my confusion. Sebastian caught up to me and explained my "new self" and how he couldn't help himself from tasting my blood the night before. We had to leave, gossip like this would travle around this little town like wild fire in a dry patch of ferns. So we fled for the crowed streets, away from everything I had ever knew, all my friends, family, and life that had been taken carelessly away from me. In the simple taste of blood.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 4:17 pm
 Name: Ryoku Hakkyou Age: appears 17 (actually 456) Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: two large hand guns and a silver blade    Background story: In the early 1600's Kuro lived in a large city not far from london. He grew up hearing stories of demons and monstrous beings. He never believed that such things were real but loved hearing and telling stories that involved such creatures. On a cold, snowy night he was walking alone down the street when he was attacked by a dark woman who seemed to have put him into some type of transe to prevent him from escaping or fighting her. He continued to stare into her eyes and soon saw her for what she truly was. To think thathe would become the very type of creatures he had told stories about was none the less exciting to him so he wouldn't fight nor struggle even if he could. He soon felt her bite his neck and felt light headed as she consumed some of his blood. She stepped away, releasing him from his transe like state and wiped the blood from her mouth as she backed away into a dark alley vanishing from sight. Several days later he began feeling an urge to drink something but couldn't tell what it was he hungered for until he was walking through the busy city and felt a powerful force within him wanting to drink the blood of others and soon let in to this urge. As he walked down the street in search of food he noticed that he couldn't stand to be in the sun and as time passed the rays of light seemed to become more of a threat. He felt his skin begin to burn as he dashed into a small house near the end of town to escape the sun and just so happened to come across a small family that lived in the house. He smiled as he closed the door and soon left as the sun set leaving the blood stained house behind. He returned home and fell asleep within minutes as soon as he touched the fabric of his bed. He awoke the next afternoon just to find a letter stamped with the seal of the vampire coven. An invitation that he quickly decided to accept and join his own kind.
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 5:35 am
Name: Adelina Raven
Age: Appears 17 only been a vampire for 10 years
Type:Voidmaster
Weapons:She has two small silver daggers strapped to her each side. Her last resort is a long sword on her back. She has never had to pull it out yet. It was a gift given to her by her father and it is as black as the night. Of course she also has the shadows.
Appearance: Medium height. She is has a dark disturbed look about her. Relativly short and choppy black hair. Also has red as blood streaks in her hair. Her figure gives off a look of frailty when really she is not so. Her face is very sullen and her skin is paler than the moon. her expression is always blank Never showing any emotion
Background story: Adelina was a reader. She always stayed in her room reading and reading. She always avoided her Parents she hated them. Adelina was an old soul she was diffrent from regular teenagers. She wrote all the time,storys of a sick disturbia which was her mind. One day she snapped. She ran out of her house into the cold night. She gave herself over to the dark abyss of her mind. She fell to the ground feeling the dewy grass beneath her. She hoped to freeze to death. Instead she saw someone it was a man who seemed to move with the shadows. He walked over to her and she fell into darkness. She awoke to find herself in a cave somewhere in the forests. It was night out still. She looked around and saw nothing. From that day she became a slave to the dark she became cold and ruthless never betraying any feeling.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 7:52 pm
 Myrrh the Violet Vampiress Age: 92, appears to be in her early twenties
Type: Psychic
Weapons: An aged machete, covered with rust and blood - an efficient tool.
Appearance: Stands at about 6'0. Her skin color is of the darkest brown fathomable; her body below the neck is peppered with tribal scars and tattoos which can only be seen from very close-up. Violet hair and violet eyes, as well as a strange lavender aura are the only features that entertain her nickname.
Background story: Myrrh was born January 1896 to her mother and father of the Nuba tribe in Sudan. She was strongly disliked by her family and others in her village; she was thought to be possessed by a demon because of her strange personality traits. Donned "the crazy girl" by other children, Myrrh was ostracized until an unknown lady-vampire invaded her family hut, murdering her father, mother, and older sisters. The vampire saw something special in Myrrh, so she was turned. She raised her as her own child, taught her to speak English and took her to America where she left her to learn to feed and live on her own as a newly-turned vampire.♥♥♥
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 11:45 am
Name: Egon Esrin Age: looks 19 actually 75 Type: voidmaster Weapons: long sword, two daggers, and bow and arrows Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]:Grew up in germany when he was shipped to america in a war crisis at the age of 15.His parents died in the battle and he barely escaped.When he got into the country he was adopted by a small vampire family who died of age when he bacame 25.Stricken with the grief of losing both his families he slipped into te dark.As he fought through his life for food he ended up sipping deeper into the dark through rage.Now he has settled and wishes to fight for his two families.Still enveloped in the dark he tends to lash out at many people in pure rage.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:29 pm
Name: Tiaret {last name unknown} Age: 19 Type: physic Weapons: knives hidden in cloak, a staff with a unicorn horn on one end and a crystal gem on the other Appearance:  Image of birthmark -->  Background story[Be detailed!]: Tiaret was born to Lyssandria and Johnathin Sonnaburg. She was loved by all her family and family friends. When she was only 2 years old she abandoned because she was a vampire. Her family found this by when her mother was giving her a bath she spotted an odd birthmark on the right side of Tiaret's forehead. When she saw this mark they immediately checked Tiarets teeth and found out that she was growng fangs. Her mother tried to hide this from the rest of the family but couldn't. Tiaret was abandoned and never learned her last name. She grew up in the streets of England before an elderly couple said that they would take her in. Then 2 years later they moved to New York. Tiaret was sepperated from her "parents" and continued to grow up alone. She is on a quest to find who her original parents were and her only clue is her cloak that she's had since she was a child with the initials "L.S." stiched into it. She joined the group to feel more normal with people just like her and to find information on her family.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:15 pm
Name:Goes by, "Veroen" (real name forgotten)
Age:(Actual: 59 cool (Looks: 24)
Type:DeathdealerVoid Master
Weapons:
My Sword made of pure silver (with hidden silver dagger in the hilt):
My 2, five of a kind handguns (also with special chambers made for extra silver nitrate bullets):
 
Abilities/Powers:
Veroen has been a man of the shadows. This was because of his history and heritage of being an assassin, but also because of something darker... A dark tattoo on his right should gave him a sort of connection to the shadow. However, it was something much, much darker.
An ancient Void Master by the name of Kasuya Minitashi fought Veroen, and tried to kill him. However, Veroen prevailed, but barely. With Kasuya Minitashi's dying breath, he cast a Void spell on Veroen, intent on killing him. The objective of the Void spell was for the Void to completely leave Kasuya Minitashi's dying body, and consume Veroen, and kill him. The potent connection that Kasuya Minitashi had with the Void would have killed any Vampire that was not already a Void Master. But something happened that Kasuya Minitashi did not intend. Veroen almost died, but his assassin nature, hiding in the shadows, and growing accustomed to darkness, was what saved his life. Veroen was infused with the immense Void that was unleashed upon him. He survived, but the Void planted itself, and grew, unknown to Veroen for over 200 years.
Recently, however, the Void awakened, and consumed Veroen, turning him into a true Void Master. The memories of Kasuya Minitashi flowed through Veroens veins, because of the Void that was planted in him by Kasuya Minitashi. Veroen has many abilities now, all of them from the Void. He also gained extensive knowledge of the Void, and has discovered many ways to use the Void in ways that few have dared to look.
Appearance:
Characteristics:
Silent, Mysterious, and Intimidating
Personality Traits:
Not a social person, preferes to be alone and not around others unless necessary. Prefers listening to speaking. Also prefers to use his sword over his specialized handguns.
Background story:
Veroen was born into the world of the Great Crusades in the year 1410 AD. This was a time of great religious confusion, along with confusing beliefs. Some of those beliefs concerning vampires and Lycans. Although there were less than a handful mortals who knew of this ancient and raging war. At the age of 23, he was once a very skilled assassin in a secret assassin clan, but was disbanded. He then went into exile from the rest of the world, into isolation from everything except his only family he had left. He had a sister, and an older brother, who were both brutally murdered before his very eyes by a pack of Lycans, who also tried to kill him. Even with his skills, intelligence, and training he had from once being an assassin, he was no match for the terrible Lycans. Out of nowhere he was saved by a mysterious Woman dressed in dark, elegant clothing by the likes of which he had never seen before. She sliced through them like they were rodents. She did not give any names, only a location: in the future, a place called "New York". He pondered this strange name, for it sounded...different, but in a way, also intriguing. After saving him from the deadly beasts, she gave him an opportunity, an offer: Immortality, wisdom, and the power to get his revenge against the lycans that tore everything he had left from him, but in return, he would have to serve her, and aid her and her people. he did not know what to say, for he was badly injured, half unconscious, and half dead. He blinked at her, and nodded. All he can remember from that day was the terror of seeing his siblings devoured before his eyes, the mysterious womans name, and the sweet, intoxicating pain of her biting into the flesh at his neck. She then told him to come look for her when he was ready. He then blacked out. He woke up, thinking it had all been a dream, until he felt the bite marks on his neck. His whole life had changed too much too fast. He felt lost... in order to find himself again, he exiled himself once again from the rest of civilization, except this time, for centuries of pondering his existence, training, learning, and waiting for the time when he felt he would make a move. In that time he traveled the world in hopes of finding an answer to the question that burned his mind for so long: What was his purpose in life? While in Japan, around 1756 AD, he wanted his sword that was his when he used to be an assassin, to be remade, modified, and fit for the more modern age he was in. He searched for a retired master blacksmith, who could do this. when he found him, he remade it into a pure silver blade, customized it down to every detail, even down to the hidden dagger in the hilt of the sword. The time he had spent training, honing his skills, and growing wiser, were all but forgotten to him. The guns he has, were found in a small Lycan base he liberated by himself around 1989 AD. they were quite unique, only being 5 of them in the world. He then customized them to be better efficient against the Lycans. He prefers his sword to his guns, but he uses them quite a bit also. Little more is known about Veroen, and where he had been, and what he had been doing in those many centuries he spent by himself, in exile. only rescently had he met the woman who saved his life all those years ago and joined her clan of vampires in the ancient long war against the lycans, and to get his long lusted revenge.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 9:57 pm
Name: Lililane (Lily) last name lost in history.
Age: Somewhere around 230
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Lily enjoys hand to hand combat, beating her opponents to a bloody pulp is her greatest entertainment. She prefers to keep her weapons at home but carries some just in case they are needed. Her favorite "play toy" is her whip that she carries on her belt, she has mastered using it and can do many many tricks that most would expect only to see in film. Only for emergency, she carries a single silver pistol with her, loaded with silver bullets for any lycan she may run into and not be able to defeat with fighting alone.
Appearence: Lily's looks have changed with the times, she has gone from extreme to extreme, but always keeping her pride and joy the same. Her strawberry locks have always remained throughout the times, throughout the changes from corsets and pettycoats to lycra and tube tops. Her slender frame shows the generation she belongs to, being poured into corsets and large, ornate dresses. Her emerald green eyes are usually decorated with a smokey cat eye attributed to eyeliner and black eyeshadow. Her full, pouty lips thick and shiny with gloss. Very rarely does she not look put together, corsets are her "breath-taking" favorite (usually tied so tight she couldn't breathe even if she needed to). You can usually see her walking the streets in a simple black lace corset, a pencil skirt that reaches just above the knee and looks painted on (which can sometimes be a pain in the arse during a fight, lets just say she has many to replace due to rips and tears)
Bio: Lililane was born into a world of wealth and luxury. Her parents were French arstiocrats and she had the honor to rub elbows with the finest of French high society in the late 1700s. Her world came crashing down with the uprising of the French revolution in the 1780s. It goes without saying that she lost her family and barely got through it alive herself. She escaped into Spain and lived on the streets briefly before catching the eye of a shady stranger who offered her a new life, one with eternal youth as well as eternal life. The deal was only valid however, if she remained his. Anything to get off the streets was greatly welcomed by her and the idea of staying forever young and beautiful seemed to good to be true, and it was. She had no idea what she was getting into, what world she was becoming a part of, and what man she had just promised herself to. Much of her "life" from that point on was spent in seclusion and confinement, which she quickly grew defiant and hostile towards. Her life in Spain concluded in the mid 19th century when she set flame to her sire's coffin and left the continent all together and fled to the Americas. She left her innocence the night she left and harnessed her abilities and discovered her lust for the kill and quickly became merciless and her victims were added to the mortality rate. She jumped from state to state, home to home, kill to kill until the 20th century opened a whole new world of possibilities for those that roam the night. She adopted the East Coast as her home and eventually settled in New York during the 60s, when she discovered more and more of her "extended" family and she started to mingle with her kind. Though she left France centuries before, her English has been perfected but she still possesses a slight French accent that sweetly rolls of her tongue with every word.
Personality: Lily is a rather hostile person, holding onto her past but keeping it secret from others. She has a sharp wit and and even sharper tongue for those she doesn't favor. Her softer side doesn't make an appearance very much because she chooses to keep others at a distance and doesn't let many people get close to her. She is a rather coldhearted being and shows that in her kills, her "art" as she likes to call it.
Nationality: French
Origin: Versailles, France
Abilities: Though she is a Sanguinarian, during her inhabitation of the East Coast she was mentored by a psychic vampire and eventually learned how to tap into the thoughts and feelings of others. Humans mostly, though fellow vampires pose a challenge that she can overcome if she concentrates hard enough, but more powerful vampires are too hard for her to tap into. Her bloodlust however, she is working to tame. Just the sight or smell of blood can launch her into a pyschotic rage and she'll stop at nothing to get to it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 3:51 am
Name:Violentilla Tremellia Honora (She has had many names, and this is just her current one.)
Age:313 (Looks eighteen)
Type:Deathdealer
Weapons: She carries two long swords on her back. The word "Deathdealer" is engraved into the blade. She also has two stiletto knives.
Appearance:Violentilla usually has a depressed or sometimes apathetic expression, she has long black hair with dyed blue streaks. On normal days she will wear short black dresses with a long black hooded cloak. Her nails are always painted black and purple, and she usually wears fingerless gloves on her hands. Her swords are strapped onto her back and her knives are strapped to the swords in small pouches.
Personality:Violetilla's experiences have practically hardened her to all feeling but rage. She is very violent when angered and can be angered very easily. Though sometimes she can be kind and open to others about her past. Once she forms bonds with someone she believes those bonds can never be broken and will do anything to protect those she cares about.
Background story:
Violentilla's life as a human was far from pleasant, her parents, too poor to raise and care for her put her in an orphanage, and even there she had to struggle to survive. The orphanage was run by nuns who would make each child work long and hard for their food and if you didn't work hard enough you were punished to a small room with nothing but a small bed and denied food for that day. When Violentilla was thirteen she ran away and found a job from an old farmer, she did all the heavy lifting for him and anything else that needed doing. Though unfortunately for her, he died only three months later, and Violentilla was again without a home or job. She lived on the streets from there as a beggar, barely surviving through the winter. One day however she saw her parents buying goods in the market, she had seen them only once before when they had come to visit her on her sixth birthday, but she had always remembered their faces. She ran to them and told them who she was, but at first they didn't believe her because she was so dirty and was a beggar. But when she explained they understood and took her to their home at the edge of town. Her parents were still poor and could not raise her, but they had no where else to take her because the orphanage was filled and could not take anymore children, and the only other orphanage near was in another town three days away, but they did not have enough money to even send her their. So they took her to Nathaniel, a wealthy governor. They sold her as a slave to Nathaniel, knowing full well that he was an evil master to all his other slaves. Violentilla was devastated that her own parents would do this to her but she did not have anytime to weep over it for, Nathaniel worked her too hard for her to think about anything but her work.
One day Nathaniel sent Violentilla out to the market to get supplies for a feast he planned to have that afternoon. But while looking through the different stores she wandered into a dark alley. Strangely she couldn't find her way back out and as she rounded a corner into another alley she was hit by something hard and fainted, when she awoke, searing pain shot through and a pale figure stood over her. He laughed an evil laugh and took her away. She lived with this vampire for many years and learned who and what she was. One day she received a letter from the Coven and she went to New York.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 4:30 pm
Name: Armand Desaecula
Age: 510
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Tetsunoche-a cutlass sword, and a pair of revolvers,
Double Python eight shot, six inch barrel revolvers
Appearance: 6’ 1”, bright red hair, thin, yet strong frame, rather like a kung fu fighter, Black thick cloth pants and cowboy style harness boots. Black belt with gigantic silver buckle with a snack entwined through two pillars falling into each other, forming an A over an S. black long sleeved shirt with rolled cuffs, and white borders up the zipper front, making him look rather like a priest. He has a dark green cape of thick fabric. (By cape, I mean a style of trench coat with capelets)
abilities sharpshooter and swordsman extraordinaire
Background: Armand lived in Spain all his life, he was going to a prepetory college for music when he was turned. The school had a fencing team, and he was privately involved in an underground fencing ring. During a match to defend his title as the best in his age group, he went against a vampire; the two clashed in the streets of Toledo for two hours, eventually falling to the ground in an alleyway, their sword impaling each other. The vampire disappeared, but his blood seeped into Armand’s wounds, and he turned slowly over the next few days. He lived rather normally until the sun started to fight him. He succumbed to the darkness, and felt the first pangs of bloodlust at the solstice festival that year. The vampire who he had fought with was tracking him, and confronted him in the open field off to the side of the festival grounds. The strange man told Armand of his new lot in life and threw the dying corpse of one of his classmates at him. He caught her, and the vampire ran off. She was wounded rather bad, and armand fought with all his mght ot to drink from the gash in her shoulder. He called for help, and avoided a catastrophy, but confessed to his father and mother what had happened that night. They where very understanding, if not distressed.
His family was well off, and he explained his predicament to his priest… he had always been a faithful catholic, and asked for all the help he could get from the priest. Four failed exorcisms later. He suggested death to Armand… he stormed out and went back to his family mansion, packing his things to leave. His father confronted him. After their talk, Armand opted for his fathers strange, yet honorable proposal. Armand was sealed in the family catacombs vaults, with his sword on his chest, and was to be revived if ever a cure was found for his ailment.
When the time of the great gold rush came in America, three family members rushed to the vaults to take their ancestors remains to America with them. He was revived in the west, and began life anew, learning to shoot from the best. Living only at night was a problem, but it worked for Armand. Nobody believed in vampires anymore. It was in deadwood that Armand took his first victim. The bloodlust came upon him violently, and he tracked down the young maiden, draining her completely. When he came back to his senses, he thought there was only one way to hide his vampirism… he brutally hacked the girls remains into pieces and threw her to the pigs. She was thought to have been killed by a mountain lion.
Eventually his family in deadwood was of good standing, and left for Cheyenne, settling down again and starting up good business. Their riches where substantiated over the years-Branching into oil, then food services, and then trucking. Throughout it all, Armand was in the shadows helping pull the strings. He left Cheyenne for the more populated region of New York, where his distant cousin was starting a new technology firm. By now, he had learned of vampire hunters and watched his back more often, still carrying the same sword he did back in Spain. The rest of the Desaecula family proudly served their elder. Although only in his twenties by appearance, his age won wisdom was all he needed. His relatives gladly supplied him with enough blood to curb the hunger. One day in New York though, he came across two young women in an alleyway. He couldn’t resist… he followed them, only to find they where vampires too. They tackled him, pointing large guns at him. They where deathdealers sent to kill lycans.
“Lycans? Coven? What are talking about?” Armand struggled, but it was no use. They had him pined indefinitely.
“Tell me who you are, and where you are from! I haven’t seen you here before.”
The blonde haired woman said. The other suggested he was a spy and the blade was pressed ever tighter to his jugular, sticking the end of her blade to his throat. Armand was carrying his on his hip, like always, but could not move to get it.
“I am Armand Desaecula… of Espana.” He choked. “Now let me go and let’s talk CIVIL.” He added, looking up, he saw a beastly form walking into view behind the girls’ back.
“LOOK OUT!!” HE said, looking straight at the lycan. “WHAT IS THAT THING!!!” Armand Rolled to the right, as the deathdealers sprung into action on reflex, armand drew his sword, and spinning around to run, came face to face with one of the beasts. He swallowed hard as it looked right into his eyes…with only a moment of hesitation he swung his sword gracefully at the things throat. It blocked his hand and he drew his pistol, shooting it dead between the eyes. It fell backwards, not dead, and in rage, armand hacked at its neck until it was no longer connected. When he turned around he was covered in blood.
“So… is THIS a lycan?” HE asked, breathing heavily as the two girl stared at him.
After some much needed explanation, the two deathdealers brought Armand to the vampire hideout. Although he had been around for 500 years or more, he had ny ben awake for maybe 200 years. In this time though, he had become rather good with his trademark twin revolvers. Settling down with others of his kind sounded a LOT more interesting then hanging out with his relatives, generation in, and out. He had never missed a funeral though, attending a thousand since becoming a creature of the night, and frequently takes leaves of absence from the scene to do so.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 9:53 pm
Name: Amaya
Age: Unknown but 17 in body
Type: Pyshic
Weapons: Illusions
Appearance: Avi
Background story: Amaya was raised in the Castle of the Blood Moon. She spent her entire life away from the infamous 'Outside' world. She was told a mere two human months ago to travel oversea's to watch the western world and the creatures in it.
Sent as a diplomate she was caught of guard by the fight within the city. Unfamiliar with the strange costoms it was only recently she found her way to the Coven. Only after several near tragic run in's with 'stange and hateful beasts'.
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