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Username: Imogenrambock

Character Name: Imogen VorwandKlugheit(Blind Wisdom)

Subrace: Succubus

Age:21

Appearance: http://www.furiae.com/images/ladiescloseup4.jpg
This is her eye color



Clothing:



Weapons: None but knows how to use guns and other weapons but likes to use Obfuscate to get away.
Obfuscate
To make so confused or opaque as to be difficult to perceive or understand: “A great effort was made . . . to obscure or obfuscate the truth” (Robert Conquest).
To render indistinct or dim; darken: The fog obfuscated the shore.
She is more of a hider than and fighter. Her main goal is to flee.

Personality: *she's Kind of anti-Succubus shes like them but at the same time not* A loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, not very altruistic, not very complimentary, would rather be friendless than jobless, observer, values solitude, detached, private, not much fun, hidden, skeptical, does not tend to like most people, socially uncomfortable, not physically affectionate, unhappy, does not talk about feelings, hard to impress, analytical, likes esoteric things, tends to be pessimistic, not spontaneous, prone to discontentment, guarded, does not think she is weird but others do, responsible, can be insensitive or ambivalent to the misfortunes of others, orderly, clean, organized, familiar with darkside, tends not to value organized religion, suspicious of others, can be lonely, rarely shows anger, punctual, finisher, prepared



Background Information:

Her Grandfather sent her away to New york City because she had become the Knutschfleck(love bite)/Obsession of a vampier elder

Túomás SiberNacht (silver night) the guy in black . *no She was not bitten but Túomás wanted to bite her*

She has a mild to extrem
Subsume
Verb
To have as a part: comprehend, comprise, contain, embody, embrace, encompass, have, include, involve, and take in.

She can feel take in and change other feelings/ go into other bodies

When she was 5 she went into a dieing person and desided that the world cared not

The Dark is my Only Friend; they know not the Call of the Haunted. Never Cry for the Abomination, whose world is painted in Blood the One who Suffers well. Never Cry for the One Who Cannot Cry, Never Pity the One who Cannot Fly, Wings of Flight Ripped away by the Light. Never Cry For The One Who Lost all Sight. Cry not for the Lost Soul in the Crimson Sea. Care not about the Sleepwalker, Care not that my Body was Broken Dry blood stiffing my limbs. Care not that I see the world in Shades of Crimson. Care not that my Back has Remnants of my Wings. Yet you care “Why?” I ask “Others care not why you do?.” “Because I know what it is like to be Tortured and Hated to be lashed out upon . That’s why.” Care not that We’ve been Bleeding too long alone we break falling into the abyss called life. Were Hiding from the ones who Burned all which we Loved. Hiding from the Abysmal World that Cares Not. That is the Abysmal Funeral made of Many.

The dieing persons last thoughts were
VnV Nation Epicenter Lyrics

I asked myself was I content
with the world that I once cherished
did it bring me to this darkened place
to contemplate my perfect future?
I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate

losing sight of what and who I was again
I'm so sorry if these seething words I say
impress on you that I've become anathema of my soul
I can't say that you're losing me

please
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
no tears
no sympathy
but I know where this is leading

I can't say that you're losing me
but I must be that which I am

though I know where this could take me
no tears
no sympathy
gracefully, respectfully
facing conflict deep inside myself
but here confined losing control
of what I could not change
gracefully, respectfully

I ask you please don't worry, not for me
don't turn your back
don't turn away

She has labled the world
Entropy
“If I would have told you ?”
“Would you have stayed ?”
“Would you have listened ?”
“Cared about my Bane ?”
“No of course not.”
“You care not about my Bane.”
“But when does enough become enough?”
“When does No have meaning?”
“When it becomes background noise?”
“When I Slither into the Claws of Scythe‘s?”
“When I join the masses in void?”
“That is painted black?”
“Dragged there by the Claws and Wings of Scythe‘s?”
“I have spent Eons lost in Bane”
“Even the truth is full of lies”
“I am seeking me”
“Seeking Peace”
“From this Bane”

She hides from the world out of comfort for Fear?
She has delovped a Phobia of large amonts of people
Phobia
noun
A persistent, abnormal, or irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid the feared stimulus.
A strong fear, dislike, or aversion.

Approved By Black Cat Goddess

Username: Neko Shizumi
Character Name: Rosh Valcruez
Subrace: Hexer
Age: 3167 (Looks 21)
Appearance:
Full Demon Form

Half Power

Human Form

Clothing:Rosh prefers some sturdy baggy denim jeans and a polo to match. Alot of his shirts are green or blue and an occasional Black with grey sleeves. His shirts sometimes have the slogans on them that read, "By reading this you have given me brief control of your mind." Or "Im the kind of guy your parents dont want to meet." He also likes to wear pink every now and then for the ladies. But his jeans rarely change style or color, maybe some black or blue cargos. Loves flip flops and wears them even in winter. Also likes the human fashion of sun glasses.

Weapons:Really not a fighter but carries a few throwing knives just incase along with a 9 mm.

Personality:Hes quite sweet to the human race but not so for lycans and vampires. Hes more distant to his kind than any other race only because he doesn't trust them that well.

Background Info:Rosh has resided in hell for what seems like an eternity there. He was cold, cruel, and heartless like everyone else. All that changed when he met an angel by accident, she was being raped by low demons and soon they would kill her. All they left of her was a dying coarpse. All his life he harbored hate for angels, the ones who gained the love from god. Inside he wanted that love too but was to cruel to ever recieve it and he knew it too. He went up wanting to flaunt her pathetic position but was stunned when she took his hands instead and blessed him for not letting her disappear alone. So Rosh stayed and even used his powers to try and heal her but wasnt allowed too. So he just watched helplessly.

He was banned from hell and forced to the human world as they stripped him of his power and position. In the human world he hid for years and went to explore the "Big City" as the people called it. But since hes grown his power back and now walks the city streets in confidence and assurance.

During his first years Rosh was uncapable of attaining his full fleged demon power so instead he was only able to go falf power. In this he saw how convenient it was. In half power he was barely detectable so in tight spots he was able to lie low. But now he is back to his full fleged power again. Half power is now only used for tight spots or if his almost dead.

Approved by Kuro

Username: Peanutbuttercowboy
Character Name: Bill
Subrace: Animalian (Bear)
Age: 32
Appearance: About 6 feet tall, and weighs in at about 260 lbs. he has a bit of a beer belly but wears it well. strong thick arms and shoulders as well solid leg muscles all covered with a gentle layer of fat that belies his true strength. He keeps a shaggy but fairly short beard and mustache. He has a few laugh lines at the corner of his eyes and he has an easy smile and weather worn face but otherwise seems young. His eyes are brown and his beard and short, almost military styled hair is a fairly dark dirty blonde, that lightens in the summer. His hands are calloused from years of work and he always stands with his feet at shoulder width, as from years spent at sea. His skin is lightly tanned, but not overly much
Clothing: tends to wear mechanic style or wrangler jeans, a thick black leather belt held with anyone of a number of large belt buckles. Brown leather cowboy boots, and either a white button down shirt tucked in, or a black tank top with a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off. always has a black leather cowboy hat, well worn with a silver studded band around it and occasionally a bolas tie (when dressing up). often wears a pair of nascar style sunglasses. Always wears a pair of dog tags tucked under his tank top and pair of pweter pendants, one of a bear effigy and one if a celtic triskele design.
Weapons: Winchester bolt action rifle, breech action shotgun, Bowie knife, buck knife, Navy Colt .45
Personality: Very likable person. loves to laugh and joke, tell stories and swap gossip. finds music, especially country music, to be irresistable for dancing (literally cant help himself) Bill is basically your average country boy. he loves to BBQ and will gladly spend time talking about rodeo's and pickup trucks. Very slow to anger but when angered will fight fiercly. quick to forgive and very easy going. wants to be friends with everyone he can.
Background Information: Bill was born a bear to a mother polar bear who had been taken by a Bear Animalian. He spent his days as a cub the same as any till one day he wandered off. He heard a loud bang and returned to find some men with guns taking his mothers body away. He didnt know what to do so he hid. The next day, hungry, alone and scared he wandered the frigid land till a dark spectral bear appeared before him and showed him how to turn himself into a human as well as a Great Bear form, a hybrid of the two. The bear spirit taught him much then set him on his way to learn of the world of men. He has since traveled far and wide, experienced many things and has decided that he is most like rednecks so he adopted their lifestyle and spent many years among the peoples of the south and western United States. He also spent several years in the U.S. Navy (he couldnt believe he could get paid to play in the water for monthes on end!) Throughout his life he has traveled and met many strange and wonderful peoples and creatures and he loves it, so he continues on to this day doing just that.

Approved by Kuro Yami.

Username: [Books]

Character Name: Lucian Dane [Lu for short]

Sub race: Oni

Age: 17 [Supposedly]

Appearance: Tall and slender, you wouldn’t think Lu a Oni just looking at him. His skin is pale and his features are angular and well defined, especially his jaw. Often looks a tad ill and tired but in reality is quite healthy. His hair is straight and black and grows longer towards the front and shorter towards the back, giving him something between bangs and a fringe. His eyes are narrow, the iris is completely black, the only physically unnatural thing about Lu, besides his strength. It can be said he resembles a vampire, however, most of the time people think him human.

Clothing: Lucian very rarely wears colours, sticking to tones mostly. Since Lucian doesn’t go out of his way to fight he doesn’t dress for the occasion, sticking to wearing plain shirts and jeans. More often than not Lucian doesn’t wear shoes, sometimes he doesn’t even wear a shirt. His clothes are loose, often times too big for him. If Lucian does expect to get into a fight he’ll simply include his studded gloves into the outfit he’s currently wearing.

Weapons: Lucian uses whatever is available to him, though most of the time he’ll simply use his body as a weapon, punching and kicking and everything else along with it. He has numerous pairs of gloves with metal spikes and studs attached to the knuckles, a few of which are silver.

Personality: Quiet, calculating and above all, lazy. He’s often vague and absent, despite his intelligence. An overall passive person, Lu prefers not to use his strength and as a result is more often than not confused for being entirely human, a fact he doesn’t bother disputing. Though he’s a relatively friendly person, Lu is something of a pain to those around him in that he does very little of anything. In a way his behaviour is not unlike that of a cat.

Background Information: Not much is known about Lu, besides the fact he is an Oni and a bit of a nuisance. He tends to show up in odd places, often times doing odd things but for strangely obvious and logical reasons.
No one is quite sure if he began as a human or is simply a well-disguised demon of sorts, no one is even sure if Lu knows himself. Due to the often times vague descriptions involving his past, it is believed he spent a great deal of time in Australia when he was young but other than that nothing else is known.
He claims to have been a florist, but in telling of his past Lu has also claimed to be a thief, a gypsy, a singer in a mildly famous band, a schoolteacher and a fire-fighter among other things. Many have concluded that Lu is either: a liar, off his head or not the 17 he claims to be…
It’s a safe bet to agree with all three.
Another odd thing about Lu is the fact he doesn’t sleep, or if he does, he never lets anyone see him do it. Though this would normally make him an excellent guard, whether or not he’d actually do anything should there be intruders is another story.
Despite his supposedly young age, Lu still drinks and smokes on a regular basis.

Username: HasmatX
Character Name: Bruce Melbourne
Subrace: Oni
Age: 21
Appearance:
Human-ish form

Oni Form

Clothing: as above
Weapons: Guitar http://www.angelfire.com/wv/jims/LORDRAPTOR2.JPG
Personality: easy going
Background Information:
Bruce Melbourne was an austrelian rock star. His first concert, however, is interrupted by armed thugs who killed him. But he made a deal with the devil to return him to life. He now takes on a more human appearance initially (though retains his blue skin and has white eyes), but becomes a oni when sufficiently provoked, the human form acts like a second skin he can simply shed. He is new to New York so he does not know where the clan boundries are.

Username: lostinnightmares
Character Name sad originaly)Gunnar (now) Ash
Subrace: Oni
Age: 1027
Appearance: 7ft tall, broad shouldered, black hair slightly past shoulders, 5o'clock shadow that never seems to go away, and a diagnol scar on his back
Clothing: usualy in ripped jeans and a open black vest
Weapons: a 9 foot long b*****d sword and 2 trench spikes
Personality: extremely moody, but usually calm. whenever around friends is or acts extremely happy. has tendency to go beserk when a fight breaks out.
Background Information: Born 980AD in Noreway, Gunnar was last in a long line of Berserkirs, and was raised as such. He was trained from his birth to kill and destroy. For the most part, the lessons stuck. the only one that didnt was to never trust others. that would be his downfall. when Gunnar was 20 he and his father lead what was supposed to be the crushing blow to the the village of Otkell. Gunnar headed 12 berserkirs into battle, among them his father. Gunnar did not know that his father had become jealous and envious of him. and as such, Gunnar did not expect the attack from behind. Gunnar's father sliced open his back, and ran on to meet Otkell's forces in combat. But Gunnar was not yet dead. As Gunnar watched those he once called allies run into battle he heard a voice that he had heard many times before. only this time, Gunnar listened to it. the voice said "You want revenge, yes? You want to make them suffer, yes? Then open yourself to me, and i shall grant you the power you need to destroy them!" Gunnar did as the voice told him and felt an immense power enter him, as well as emmense pain in his back. "Foolish mortal," the voice cried, "Your body and soul is now mine!" Gunnar could not believe that he had been betrayed and a anger greater than any other he had felt built within in him. "No," Gunnar screamed, "I will take your soul instead!" and he was right. Gunnar's will sundued the demon within side himself and gained its powers. Gunnar rised from the ground and joined the blood shed, and crushed the heads of all within his reach. after he was done, he picked up his father's sword and walked off. Gunnar wandered the world and soon found he was ageless. when the great war broke out, he fought for the Allies,and gained his pair of beloved trench spikes. Just recently Gunnar came to New York, where he changed his name to Ash and found a love for all cheesy foods like cheese nips, cheese doodles, and goldfish.