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Username: Traquin
Name: Tane
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Immortal)
Status: Hit Man

Abilities: Able to call on creatures known as Wraiths.. and able to use Elemental Magic. He has a telepathic gift, able to probe others minds and harm them mentally. His strength is inhuman, as is his speed.. but at a terrible cost. He becomes beast like, a berserker, when his rage over comes him. On the other hand his mind is extremely sharp, and he always hits his target with a gun. Can use a broad sword, but prefers ‘Civil’ weapons.

Personality: Cruel, cold, and dark. He does not see Non-humans as ‘people’.. just ‘things’ that get in his way from time to time. His true focus is in self-satisfaction.. he doesn’t give a damn about who gets hurt or why, so long as he gets what he wants in the end. Only his daughters, Ashley & Alhena, can openly go against what he says without fear.. a monster he is, but blood is blood. He speaks in a Irish brogue.

Background: Tane was, in the far past, part of a heathen clan in early Ireland. Known for his ruthless nature and his disdain for the weak, he was cursed by the goddess of spring for the rape and abuse of one of her alter maidens. Damned to live until he repented for his sins he cant escape into death unless a certain action is done.. what this action is, and what it entails no one knows.

Sadly, in this the goddess was mistaken.. for as the curse gave him immortality and a beast-like temper, he enjoyed it as a gift and has such spent his extended life in much the same way as he had before. Through one of his raids he stole a bride, spawning three children from the woman before he killed her. His son and oldest daughter died in their young years.. his youngest, Ashley, was his only child left. To keep her safe he let himself be shot, pretending to die and leaving her to a gentle man until she was old enough to survive.. Now he’s back, another child with him and fully intent on teaching the world why it was once scared of the dark.

Tane: His eyes are red with black starbursts in the middle of them.

UserName:Lady Mimicry
RPG Name:Thalia
Age:Seven
Species:Lycan/Angel
Status:Oracle & Healer
Abilities:Unlike Fall and Grace, Thalia doesn't bring death to those she touches. In fact, Thalia can heal. Besides healing, Thalia's a listener. She can hear things that others cannot like animals, inanimate objects, even spirits. Alongside her mother and aunt, Thalia's a seer of the present.
Personality/Background:She's sweet, wise beyond her years, and often a know-it-all. Although she carries the lycan gene, it's diluted and she cannot shift. At night, when Thalia, Gage, and Fall are away, she'll sneak off to the forest to swim and listen to the wilderness.
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Username: xXSon Of SilenceXx
Name: Hex
Age: Unknown. looks 25ish
Species: Murony Vampire
Status: -------

Abilities: Becomes animals at will, his personal talent is that he may become imaginary creatures as well such as a chymera ( mixture of animals). his base form is a black cat, and he can teleport or phase through solid objects when he likes.

Personality: Sarcastic, and usually 'in the know' on most things. his mind, like all cats, is very odd.. he knows most secret places but shares them rarely. He enjoys playing with people but never takes it too far, and never explains his riddled answers. Usually seen where eventful things happen, or siting on a gypsys tarrot card cart.

Background: Hex was actually born to a gypsy clan, nomads that traveled the ancient world. but, as was the way of things, his people.. who had become the Gal over time, were murdered by the Romans until only a few survived.. fleeing into the carpathian mountains and dying off from the locals' 'witch' hunts.

Hex, however, was found as a kitten by a young gypsy woman.. half dead and left in the gutter. she nursed him back to health and, in return for her kindness, he stayed with her until she died of old age. with no where else to go he staid in the family as a familiar, still returning to the gypsy's decendants when they reach the age of nine and staying with them until death.

Hex: His eyes are naturally like this including the black outline, and he enjoys many of the modern items such as lip pericings and black leather.


Base form: Usually he can switch between this and a panther quickly.. the panther being the size of a horse with glowing green eyes.

name: -unique_authenticity-
Rpg: Soliloquy
age: 421 (appears 18 )
status: member
race: vampire
Weapons: 50cal hand gun, Long bow (specialty)
Abilities: Psychic:hypersensitive to premonitions(past and future), manipulations to the weak-minded, ability to torture one's mind (except to other vampires)
Nationality: French
Personality: Smart, experienced, cunning, swift, level headed, little arrogant, a little headstrong, temperamental, vengeful
Bio: Born on April15th, 1588 in France from mortal peasant parents, Soliloquy was raised humble and considerate with a high spirit and kind disposition. Her mother never gave birth to a son so her father took her on as a blacksmith apprentice, not only teaching her to make swords but to also wield and use them to defend herself. One day she met a boy named William whom had come in for a job at their shop and there was an immediate attraction between them and soon they were in love and were engaged to be married both her parents were elated at this news and soon Soliloquy and William opened a shop of their own in order to get enough gold to pay for their wedding, all was well. Until one night, just after sundown, an odd but beautiful man with shiny, long black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and old, royal clothing came into the shop, and Soliloquy could see how he looked at her and noticed that he had looked particularly interested in her. He left, for he had not found the sword he wanted but had still look rather satisfied. And he kept comming back night after night after night, just after sundown for several weeks as if he had expected the swords to magically change, but everynight he came and every night he had a smile on his face. Then one night Soliloquy was in the shop alone because William had gone to the bank, when he came in. "My name is Sir Eric Vonluden." he said to her "And for a couple weeks now you have managed to elude my glamor of you." When the man named Eric said this Soliloquy thought 'that's a wierd thing to say. What does he mean by "glamor of you"?' And then Eric said, "And I just had to ask, you are human are u not?" Then it hit her the showing up at night just after sundown, "glamor", he was a vampire! When she figured it out she couldn't move she was just so stricken by fear that it made her freeze. "I'll take your silence as a yes." He said now moving so close to her when he spoke again it made her cringe a little. "How would you like to stay this beautiful forever? I could make that happen for you my sweet, and with your strong mind your abilities would be rather strong. What do you say will you come with me?" Upon hearing the last part Soliloquy unfroze and finally spoke, simply but strongly she said. "No. I would not, I love my life the way it is now." When she said this she saw a flash of anger in his face which was soothed with a slant smile that made it disappear. "I'll come back and when I do you'll change your mind." And he walked out. She didn't tell William about this she felt she should keep it to herself. Then about a week later it was her birthday and upon going to bed she heard a loud scream, followed by wet sounds then by yelling. When she finally got up she went to through the door into the hall and there was the bodies of her parents, but when she went back to wake up William and let him know that someone was in their home she moved to the closet to get her sword and realized he was dead too and standing right in the doorway was him, the vampire lord Eric and before she could scream he came to her and siezed her by her neck with one hand and broke her hand holding the sword, then bit her, she finally screamed and tried her best to get him away but failed then he let go and she fell to the ground unable to move for most of her blood was gone. He stood over her laughing as blood dripped from his mouth and realized she would die when he bends down and whispers in her ear. "Now your mortal self dies, and will be reborn." Upon saying this he slices his wrist open and drips blood into her mouth as she passes out. The following night she awakes cold, and sad realizing what had gone on the night before. And swore revenge, and over the years she got around making money wherever possible, killing victim upon victim when one night in the turn of the 19th century she met an old and wise vampire who was called Valium and looked no older than 27. Valium took Soliloquy into his coven and it was not too long before he taught her to control her hunger and to only feed on humans and not kill them, to use her psychic powers to glamor and defend. At the end of her training the coven was attacked and the leader of this raid was of course Eric, who killed everyone in sight with the exception of her, she did everything to stop it but couldn't. And to this day she wanders ever trying to find the vampire lord so she can get revenge on him for everything she has lost.
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UserName:ClaireRaissa SilentWitch
RPG Name:Antoinette Victoire
Age sad 20)Twenty
Species:Human(Nymph)
Status:Aristocrat
Abilities:By just her presence, those with temper's, scorn, rage, etc become calm and relaxed. Like the wood that she origionates, she moves about as if in a graceful dance. Can heal feral beast's, werewolves, anything with animal attributes. Can sense terror, disorder, and malignant energies though is unable to pinpoint them. Exquisite with the abilites of throwing knives and wielding daggers.
Personality/Background:Antoinette was always calm and serene, she loved noise though. When she paints, sculpts, draws, she would much rather be left alone. Although she does enjoy noise, she can only stand it in social situation's, if she is not included in the noise-making she disdain's it. Extremely charismatic, almost surreal she can persuade about anyone to follow her, or a friend. She is not so much a leader, she is perfect for the role to round up people in surplus thanks to her charisma. Sometimes timid, or to busy worrying about mannerism, she keeps her plans to herself(sometimes will reveal her plans to a friend or at last minute when she doubts herself).

Of noble birth, she had already became a jewel to behold among her family. A very powerfull family in fact, of course her charisma and her artistic abilities did not save her. She lacked when it came to logical thinking, always wanting to escape and leave behind her life and become a mystery itself. Ceremonies and rituals governed her life, and a arranged marriage already in the making to bring together to powerfull families was laid upon her. On the eve of her wedding, she snuck out keep in mind only at the age of sixteen. This changed her life dramatically, including her families.

She became a very dignified artist, changing her former name of Constance to Antoinette. She elusively hid away from her family, her painting's becomeing more and more famous, sculpting skyrocketing her new name. Eventually to the point where she attracted a noblebirth patron. The last of his line and at the age of fifty-three Antoinette jumped at the oppurtunity at hand. She would not have to forever love this old bag, inheirit his money, title, and most of all no family ties.

Her plan panning out perfectly, marrying the senior. A year after there marriage he had died of a unknown disease. She had gained his title, and had not even had a child to be an heir. Although planning that the senior's departure would not even harm her in the least. It had sent her into a deep depression that almost ended her the coming winter. Spring had come, and saved her from the bitter cold that held no mercy. She threw many parties and a large social group in which showered her with gift's and title's.

Once again though, her heart ached for something new. She wanted to be more mysterious. She had to captivate her friends in one final scene, that would hold her glory forever. She would run away, and frame it as a kidnapping. Plans put to set, she ran into the forest, running, running, running. When she grew lost, she knew she would and planned her friends to come and find her. They did not, and two weeks had past... Her last word's seared into the wood. " I had alway's wished, that maybe if I kept acting like the mystery I was... Someone would unravel it, and finally see how lonely I truly am... " Antoinette suffered severe neglect as a child, and the death of her husband did not mend her childhood pain at the least.

A nymph took pity upon the poor girl, she had been an outcast of her kind. Thus, using her soul she combined herself to Antoinette to give them both a life, shared in one body. They were two halves. The nymph knowing the wood, led eachother out of the wood. They sold there home, and began constructing a new home. With Antoinette sculpting abilities she made a courtyard of clay tree's and bushes with stone pigeons walking about the clay snow. Faun's Dyrad's smiled and stood and waved and grinned, all clay yet so alive. Benches adorned with silver roses and ivy. The home was all but empty with a large dancing room. The only furnished part was her kitchen, and bedroom. They spent most there time walking amongst there seemingly endless clay garden of perfection.

Appearence: Eye's like pale winter, though with a deep warmth her pale eye's are comforting, yet frought with savagery. Her hair a curly mess, yet elegant and refined that gave her a subtle mysterious beauty. Her face ordinary, a dusty rose, and lips blossomed like a white rose. She terrifingly thin though her large dresses hide this. (Technically she is dead, hence her thinness.)

UserName:Kokla_Er_Kla
RPG Name: Lily (No Last Name)
Age:looks about 18
Species:Lugaru
Status: -
Abilities: Has a connection with animals that sometimes, if there small like rabbits or something, lets her control them other wise she simply has a great connection with animals, also skilled with the sword and has a bit of ability with fire
Personality/Background: Lily can be shy, and keeps more to herself unless its someone she feels like she can open up to. She was adopted at just a couple months old. When she was younger she was abused by both her parents because she was a Lugaru, and eventually she ran away, dropping her last name so she could get away from her past.
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as a wolf she is white, which is a mystery to many, seing as she used to be black.