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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 7:47 am
Name: Kit
Age: 615
Type: psychic
Weapons: Katanas, 2 sais
Appearence: dream avi on the left without the tail
Bio:bitten at the age of 16 kit had a horrible life of wich she rarly speaks of and only to those she truly trust wich isnt many she was turned by Darius who was killed by lycan shortly after and kit was left to figure out her new life alone.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 12:44 am
Birth Name: Heather Grace
Current Name: Thorn (She gave herself this name.)
Age: 203
Nationality: British
Type: Psychic (A few Deathdealer traits.)
Weapons: She has many random blades; all are small, such as knives, daggers, kunais, etc. She also has a sniper rifle as well as a few shotguns. She never caries all of her weapons with her at a time, though she brings her sniper basically everywhere. Like her sniper, she brings this weapon almost everywhere, it appears a mere fan, but when opened it reveals the deadly blades. It is called an iron fan by Thorn, and it is her favorite weapon.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/inuyasha1954/an_iron_fan.jpg
(Looks exactly like that, except for the iron tops are pointed like dagger or knife points/edges.))
Appearence:
Height/Size:She is fairly thin, standing at about 5'7'' tall. Though she is thin, she is still a challenging opponent and is very capable of fighting hand to hand combat.
Facial Features:Her eyes are a bright icy blue color tht really stand out because of her pale complextion. Her lips are a peach-like color, and are the only part of her that isn't completely pale. If she feeds often some of her regular skin tone will come back to her lifeless-appearing skin. When she has fed, her skin also appears a peach-like color.
Hair: Her hair is obviously dyed, for it is pitch black with some red streaks as well.
Overall Figure: She appears a very serious figure and is capable of making others uncomfortable around her as well as too comfortable. She often is impossible to miss when out in public for she stands out very badly.
Normal Appearence:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/inuyasha1954/a_gothicwoman.jpg
Appearence when using advanced psychic powers or when feeding:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/inuyasha1954/a_pale_lady.jpg
Bio: Not much is known about Thorn for she doesn't often talk about herself, let alone her past. However if someone does question her about her past, she will usually answer them; sometimes lying, sometimes truthfully.
Thorn's Childhood Years in Britain
Thorn's past wasn't a very happy nor content one, but she did have it better than many others. Thorn grew up in a regular-type family; both parents were working to earn money, and they sent their child to school like most parents did. Thorn was being sent to an academy where young girls were learning how to be proper and lady-like. Thorn never did quite fit in at her academy, for she liked adventure and being active. This unfortunately, was not lady-like and Thorn was often disciplined for her unique behaviours and thoughts.
Every day after going to her academy, Thorn's grandfather would pick her up from the academy and bring her to his house for tea. Often they would discuss what Thorn had learned and Thorn would answer her grandfather's inquiries with as much detail as possible.
The only person that Thorn had ever possibly liked in her life was her grandfather. Perhaps her reason was because he spent time with her everyday, as apposed to her parents who often didn't return to their home until very early in the morning; often resulting in Thorn staying at her grandfather's. Spending time with her grandfather was a reason that she possibly liked him, but probably the most important reason was their fascination in fictional legends or tales.
Thorn's grandfather often told her stories about Vampires battling with Lycans, as well as stories about demons. These stories always fascinated Thorn, rather than frightening her like most children would react. For that reason, her grandfather took a particular liking to her.
However, Thorn's happiness was not to last, and her grandfather- the only person who truly cared for her- died. For Thorn, it was the worst day of her life, the remorse and pain she felt the day when she discovered that he had passed on. That day irregular things happened, like it became foggy for no paticular reason that day, as well as it stormed. Instead of her grandfather greeting her after her long day at the academy, her father was there to receive her from the academy.
~The day that her grandfather died was the day that Thorn forgot how to use much, if any emotion. Sill to this day Thorn is rather apathetic-seeming, though she is able to reveal more emotion now.~
Her father, instead of taking the right turn to their house, kept going straight. Thorn had no idea where her father was planning on going, but as soon as she saw that they had parked outside of the hospital horror struck her. She instantly knew that something was amiss with her dear grandfather. As she rushed into the hospital, her father followed her and had to convince her to follow him to her grandfather's room.
As Thorn entered the room, she saw her mother grieving for her grandfather. Her mother looked dreadful, and Thorn slightly feared to approach. However, she regained confidence as her grandfather weakly signaled for her to come to him. As she approached slowly and gracefully, she noticed the wound embetted upon her grandfather's neck, it looked like a vampire marking as her grandfather had shown her in his books many times. Thorn knew better than to ask this question in front of her parents, fo hey would be absolutely disqusted in her wretched manners towards her fast-fading grandfather.
As she inspected the wound upon his neck, she gave him a questioning look. Her look abviously read: Is that a mark from one of your stories grandfather? And her grandfather, though dying recognized her questioning look and nodded slowly as best he could.
Thorn wanted to gasp, but the random part of it would rouse her parents whom were monitoring her very closely, as though this disaster was her fault. Thorn was careful to avoid her parents uncomforting stares, and as she took her eyes off her grandfather for one instant, he died silently suffering.
When her mother suddenly started bawling without warning, it startled Thorn so badly that she yelped or screamed very swiftly. Sudenly, her mother's crying ceased and now her eyes were upon Thorn. Her eyes were filled with anger and hate even. Her father, who had come to comfort his wife in her time of grief, also turned to look at the child who had just lost her world.
Soon after Thorn's parents brought her home, and forced her to bed without any supper. Twas her punishment for not saying farewell to her dying grandfather. A week later, the funeral services were arranged and many attended. Little Thorn got to say a prayer to her grandfather, and it had the word vampire in it, which made the entire crowd gasp in shock. Thorn's parents were quick to react, and tore her from the pedestal from which she was standing upon. Her father took her into the other room and struck her upon her cheek. It was his way to say: never utter that accursed word again!
Thorn continued to displease her parents, whom were impossible to please at all. They would punish her whether or not there was reason to. Eventually Thorn became so tramatized that she attempted to flee from her home. Unfortunately, her father's seemingly eternal watchful eyes caught her attempting her escape, and he did not allow it. The very next day, her parents had her pack all of her belongings into her two suitcases, and whatever she could not pack, she coud not bring. That very day, they sent her on a voyage to America and she never saw them again...
((Note: That long explanation was only Thorn's childhood years in Britain, from birth to age seven. I do not want to take up or horde way too much space her, so I will eventually write the rest of her past in my journal.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 5:36 pm
QUICK
~Name- Farsite/Terl
~Apparent Age- Farsite=?/Terl=28
~Actual Age- Farsite=8/Terl=130
~Race- Farsite=Flouwen/Terl=Atevi vampire
~Appearance-
*~Farsite= indefinite, always changing shape size and color.
*~Terl= Two and one half meters tall with white hair that goes down to just above the waist which is always braded tightly with black and sky blue ribbons braded in to signify class and rank of a retired assassin. The skin is ebony in shade and color and offers no reflection of light. The eyes are completely white during normal activity and generally have a kindly soft glow exuding from them. The clothing always appears to be loose comfortable black dragon leather button up shirt, strait lagged pants, nee high combat boots and long coat.
~Weapon- Piercing and throwing weapons are a consistently concealed all over his body. The projectile weapons rang from the two custom-built long barrel antiaircraft handguns to small bolt and needle gas powered tools. Farsite its self is a weapon, for it has the capability of changing the spin and charge of particles within its self and within its touch.
~Occupation- Mercenary, assassin and chef.
~Short History-
*~Farsite= brainchild of Virgil Ulam. (Refer to link for more)/
*~Terl=First Ateva to be made a vampire (Refer to link for more, Click the walking man in signature).
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 11:18 am
Name: Fall Desimi
Age:175
Type: Deathdealer Weapons:She carries two silver daggers at her hips, a hand gun, and carries a katana on her back. Appearence:  Bio: Fall moved to New York on an impluse with her family, she hated the country life she lived in and wanted the world. Though her parents where humble church-going people, they tried to cater to her expensive tastes. She graduated high school and wanted the high life, "everything, I want the world!" she had always said.
Untill late one night, she went out clubbing, and got stupidly drunk. She stumbled into a fight, between a lycan and a vampire. Now ofcourse being drunk, she thought she was wigging out or dreaming, so she stupidly went up to the two. The lycan jumped for her, and she stood her ground drunk as she was. The vampire smiled, and stuck a dagger into it's back before it could do her harm. Unfortunatly she fainted and woke up the next night in a dark room. Her head acheing from a hang over she tried to stumble her way out, until she felt a deadly firm grasp on her hand which made her scream. "Quiet you insolent girl" he had told her. She couldn't see him or make him out, but she grew to like his attitude towards her. No one had ever quite talked to her like that, and it intrigued her. She would remember that night forever, for that night he gave her the world.
After that she changed, she became obsessed with killing lycans, and fulfilling her duty to the coven. As for her feeding habits, she gose between both innocent and the "Evil" ones. She has no guilt about either, she only drinks what she needs to live, to hell with the rest of the world. And though she jokes and uses sarcasm, she is still very cold inside, her eyes will never sparkle again, her laugh will never be as carefree, but she will be as deadly as ever, for that is her life. The fight, she lives for it, and she will die for it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:26 am
Name: Frost Age: 254 Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: The BlackDragon seen in picure Appearence: Bio: Lost his memery, just find out that he was a vampire. For now he just searches for his past and to find out more of what he is.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 11:48 am
Name: Tayler,Prefers not to speak of his last name.
Age: 268(was bit at the age of 16)
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: Butterfly knife(hidden in his pants pocket) Two Automatic handguns(each placed on secret holsters on the the first
trencecoat) a set of silver throwing knives(straped on the inside of second trencecoat)
Several pocket filled with silver marbles.
Appearence: Tayler wears two black trencecoats,The inner one had the sleeves riped off and a homenade hood
Sued to it,the other is a full military issue trencecoat,Under the coats he wears a buttend up
black dress shirt,for pants he has a pair of black baggy jeans that almost cover his
dark grey and black skate shoes.He also has a spiked collar and a black bandana around his neck and three rings on his right hand,one his spikes on it,
the second has a black diamond and the third is a pentagram.He has shoulder lenght jet-black hair and three lip peircings.
Bio: Tayler was born in 1738 in a small town located around Europe,On his sixteenth birthday
a Lycan found itself into the village,it killed nearly everyone in the village until he
made his way to Taylers house.His sister and parents were at the market at the time,Tayler
and his brother were the only people home,Tayler was tood to go hide,His brother managed to kill
the Lycan but himself also in the process.Tayler watched as his house burned down from the woods
he then made his way to the village and to his horror he found his sisters rag doll soaked in blood,
He then set off in Order to destroy every Lycan he could but his journy was cut short when he
was attacked by a pack of wolves,Tayler wasent much of a fight which led him to near death until
a Group of Vampire Soldeirs came by on horseback causing the wolves to flee.He looked up at a man who was staring down at him
from his horse,The man got off his horse then picked up Tayler then bit him,Tayler was
confused and scared at the though of a grown man sinking his teeth into his neck but his
thinking stoped as he passed out,when Tayler woke up he found himself in the Coven.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 5:57 pm
Name:Severi Henniki Age:500, looks 25 Place of Birth: Finland Type:Sanguinarian Weapons: 2 silver 9mm handguns that are holstered at either side. Also holstered under his two handguns he has 2 long silver fighting knifes, the blades are about 7 inches long. Also on his back he carries a long black sythe. Clothing: Black shirt that has chains and straps wrapped around it, Black pants, long black trench coat, black combat boots. Appearence:  Bio: I was born in Helsinki, the capital of Finland. I have lived in Finland most of my mortal and immortal life. When I was 25 years old I was heavyily involved in the Occult. I was and still am a pagan, yet now I do not have much involvement with the occult anymore. The group I was in begain burning down churches all across Finland, to show our feelings toward the new comers of our land. On the night of March 13, 1531 that I was turned, I do not wish to name my sire, he was my mentor and I was turned on my request. He tought me the ways of the vampire and how to make a living as a vampire. He also educated me in business, fighting, and many differnt languages. I have made my way to New York City to meet new people and deal with the coven directly, and even to kill hunters and lycans. A new world has been opened to me, and I plan to take control of it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 11:56 am
Name: Crow Age: 200 Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Two dark daggers, dual 9mm pistols, claws. Appearence: see pik Bio: Hunter by nature. He has allways been a hunter, before and after death. He has worked for many people doing bounties killing people and creatures for rewards for all his life times. He some times wonders if he is truley a vampire at heart or a lycan waiting to be released.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 4:04 pm
Name:
Koji Osita
Age:
338
Type:
Sanguinarian
Weapons:
Two poison black bladed daggers (main weapons) Two handguns (Kept in the Coven for time of need)
Appearence:
Dark brown eyes, long black opened trench coat, middium length dark brown hair, short sleave black shirt, black leather belt, long black thick dress pants, Glasses he wears proudly even after dusk.
Bio:
He wasnt born a vampire. In Kyoto japan Koji's family was slaughtered infront of him, the blood of this kin splattered across the paper walls of his home. He did not run, he was taught an honorable death was earned by never running from your destiny. Koji reached down and picked up his sister's Wakasashi and stood firmly awaiting his pursuers. He watched the shadow of Demon cast upon the wall. Koji's eyes filled with fear at the sight of this beast. Koji saw a secondary figure move away from the beast, and Koji leap forward blade leading him through to meet the beast with the sword. The beast slowly fell to its knees. Blood filled the hallways, and covered young Koji. The person who ran from the beast slowly came to see the aftermath of the young child attacking the Demon. Koji knelt down next to the beast, a blanket of blood covering him, steam rising from his skin as the warm blood cooled. Koji turned to see the man and wondered why he was in his home. The man looked at Koji and gave him a nod to represent a good job. Koji looked down at the Beast it was a Warewolf, the man called it a Lycan, Koji didnt care for the name of it, the beast killed everything he knew. The man offered to take young Koji in as his own. Koji looked down at the blood covering the floor and accepted.
On his 20th birthday the man told him he had two gifts for Koji. Koji smiled and nodded. The man bit down into koji's neck and left just enough blood for Koji to twitch. He bagan to tell Koji what happened in Kyoto. The man was hunting the Lycan for a long time, he grew bored with his search and decided to bring the Lycan to him. Koji took out his blade to balance on trying to stand but sat back down. The man told him he needed bait, and that the only bait was freash blood. Koji's eye sight began to blur, and he nodded not understanding what he ment. The man told koji he killed his family to draw the beast from hidding. Koji's eyes began to water up, he lunged at the man his blade going through his heart. Koji watched the man, he was still alive but the life drained from his eyes fast. Koji started to smell the blood and he lost control, biting into the man neck, the taste of blood was hypnotic. Koji set the man down on the floor and sliced off his head. Koji tried to stand but his legs fell from under him. It was mid-afternoon, but he felt soo tired, his eyes shut and he pasted out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 12:34 pm
Name: Elric L. Way
Age: 236
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Long Sword, Spear, Gun, another Gun, and Knowlage
Appearence: Dyed blood red hair, cacasion with sunglasses.
Elric is known for always wearing black, on accasion he will wear red or orange.
Bio:
Elric was born in Romania, at the age of 17 he moved to the americas, joined a clan there and stayed hidden for a few years. One night while feeding he was caught by some girls from Salem, he had to mess with there brains to make them think he was something else, and his form just happened to be a witch. He did well at hiding after that little incident. He stayed in hiding until about 10 years before the First World War, after the war was over he moved to California and changed his name. He lived there till he was called to draft for the second world war. He fled to Canada to aviod the war. And stayed there until now, and he moved to New York.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:06 am
Name: Farly McNight Age: unknown Type: Psychic Weapons: , Appearance: Bio: She was changed at the age of 21 against her will. Left alone to deal with her new changes the taught herself all that she knows. Many years after her transformation she came across a young hunter. Going against everything she knew, she fell for the hunter. After several years together the hunter broke of the relationship due to some false information given to him about her. The next time they would meet would be their last, for one of them did not survive. Alone once again she has vowed not to get to close to anyone ever again. Hunters will forever be her enemy and she will take them down without the slightest of thought.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:51 pm
name: Lily andrews
age: 100 but looks 16
type: physic
weapons: Sword,daggers and a bow
appearence:[img]http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/girls/girls193.jpg[img]
bio: :i;y doesn't really remeber much about her past before she was bitten but has been determinedd to find out. She is a steadfast friend, but can seem heartless at times. She haes to feed on humans but does so out of necessity. She has spent her life mostly as a wanderer and has no permanent home.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 1:20 pm
Name: Sean Mcluod Age: Uknown but looks 23 Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Two Katanas Appearence: when normal sad yes he's Spike from buffy but it's the closest I can find to my Character)  Biography: Sean was borned in a Desolated town with limited food and water it was always cold, hard to find people of more than 40, everyone beyond those ages died quickly of cold or X reasons, his parents died when he was 5, thanks of a Vampire lord that tried to bit him to death, he survived, Sean learned the way of Dual Katanas at the age of 7, non human, he searched for a equal to him but had no success, found a Wizard though, who tought him the way of sorcery, poisoning items and blaze up things he is a cold blood pro assasin.
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