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 Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 8:32 pm
Name: Xenoc
Age: 132. Looks about 30ish
Type: deathdealer, with major training in dark magic
Weapons: pair of suppressed .45 ACP’s (known as silverballers for use of silver bullets), a pure silver wikizashi and a pure iron wikizashi and his martial arts training
Abilities:a few spells (most inspired by the anime "Rebirth"(rarely used)) and minor telekinesis and some manipulation of fire.
Appearance: similar to the image in face but wears a tight black combat suit with runes embroidered in it, the runes are of no known language.
Background story [Be detailed!]: Turned at the age of 32, this man embraced the darkness. In his day he was the world’s best and most coveted assassin. Several times he had to use his dark powers to escape pursuers, heal himself or simply kill his targets.From these kills he has stashes of burried gold all over the country side. His favorite thing to do is to rip the head off his victim and keep it for several years as a trophy. He used his dark power to kill even more efficiently, now after a century year he's back from a hidden mountain monastery in Tibet. Very few have seen this dark monastery and even fewer have told about their experiences in it. In this monastery all those whose heart has embraced darkness may study there for centuries at a time, anything from magic to martial arts to lycan physiology. Also an avid inventor, Likes to create weapons... for killing lycans
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:11 pm
 Age: 375 (Appears to be 25) Type: Death dealer Weapons: Two silver-plated .357 Magnum Desert Eagles (each in a holster on her hip), loaded with silver nitrate bullets; a double-barrel 12-gauge shotgun with exploding shells (strapped across her back); and a silver switchblade (wrapped around her wrist) Nationality: British Appearance: Like any other vampire, she has the classic pale, lifeless skin tone. Yet she keeps in shape for hunting, giving her more definition than just flesh and bones. She stands at about 5’10”, with brown hair down past her chest; usually hanging loose in its usually wavy standard; but when she’s hunting she braids it back. Her eyes are a dark brown, almost black; but with hints of red around the pupil. Morgan likes to dress in whatever’s comfortable and is flattering. She prefers (and is usually seen in) faded blue jeans that become baggy at the knee and down, covering up her black and white hound’s-tooth Converse low-tops. She loves to wear vintage concert tee-shirts and she usually incorporates one into her ensemble. The majority of the time it’s a The Beatles shirt with a long sleeved black shirt under it. Morgan has her ears pierced three times on both ears. She also wears a black ribbon around her neck tightly. She has a classic “poison ring” on her left index finger, empty, of course. On the small of her back she has a quote: “Death is but a door; time is but a window—I’ll be back.” Personality: Morgan is a bit cold and otherworldly. She likes her privacy; yet will speak her mind more than anyone would care to. She has many a mood swing; changing from funny and happy to cold and sad quicker than a lycan on a full moon. Background story: Born in Liverpool (yes, where The Beatles are from) back before it was Liverpool; she was the daughter of a servant-family for the ruler of the land at the time. She was forced to work in the manor as a maid. While she worked, the older women would swap stories and gossip about the owner of the manor and how no one ever saw him. Years had passed and she was living the same mundane life until she was working late one night in the manor, scrubbing floors, when the master made his first appearance. He was hungry for blood and Morgan was the closest feed. She was turned then and there. After her turning, she spent her days asleep in the manor and her nights with the master, who became known as “Joseph.” They were not that far apart in age and quickly became more than friends. As time passed, they moved from the manor and into a more indrustiral part of town, when a religious uprising caused Joseph’s untimely capture and staking. His body was placed in the town square as sun rose and that night Morgan went on a rampage, killing in revenge for her love. She left her old life behind for a new one Stateside. Although she still is haunted by her past and misses her love with every moment; she knows she must move on. She has retained her nickname for the fact that she can pinpoint and at least hit a lycan with her guns.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:24 pm
Name: Yomar
Age: looks 17 but is definately older.
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: twin kodatchi's on his back plus numerous (He lost count) knives well hidden all over his body.
Appearance: I do not have a picture of him, but he is very pale skinned with red eyes, black hair, black leather shirt and pants, he is about 6 foot with long finger nails. He is very muscular, but not too muscular.
Background story[Be detailed!]: Yomar was born in an area where the vampires had been discovered shortly after he was born. he was the only one who managed to escape due to his parent's protection. He shortly moved to New York where he searched for a new coven since his was dead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 9:14 am
Name: Kathryn Goldstein
Age: 23
Type: Psychic
Weapons: None as of right now
Appearance: Tall, about five foot seven, with tannish skin and brown, curly hair that goes to her shoulders. She has hazel eyes that always has a joking light in them, and usually wears a t-shirt of some kind, jeans, and sneakers. Her shirt usually has some saying on it.
Abilities: Usual psyhic abilities (telepathy, telekenisis) even though she isn't well practiced in them, can pick locks
Weakness: Light, spiders, cute guys, gets confused easily
Personality: Playful and sincere, yet she also has a sultry side that she's not afraid to let out.
Background story: Just out of college and ready to find a good job, Kathryn moved from the suburbs of New York to the Big Apple itself. Only a few days after being there, she ran into an ex-boyfriend of hers who had gotten very upset when they had broken up. Apparently now over the whole fiasco, he insisted on treating her to a nice dinner and a night on the town. Just as the night was ending, her ex pulled her into a dark alley and brutally bit her. Draining her of almost all her blood, he gave her some of his in a mocking gesture and said "Here's payback you b***h." and left her to die in the alley.
Instead of dying, Kathryn began to turn into a vampire, wandering the streets of New York City, dazed and confused.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 3:45 pm
 (left: Israfel at age nine, Right: Israfel now)  (Israfel covering up his looks with bandaging and a hat; he hates his appearance.) Name: Israfel Marcellus Corvinus Age: 43, appears to be sixteen. Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Two .45 ACP pistols--14 shot magazine capacity. 1) a gun of black metal with "Dask" carved messily in one side and an inverted pentagram in the other, whose bullets explode into shrapnel upon piercing a target. 2) A gun of white metal with "Alvaden" stamped neatly in one side and a cross in the other, whose bullets inject the standard silver nitrate. Appearence: He appears to be sixteen and of Italian descent, standing at five feet and four inches and weighing 80 lb.s. He's thin, even anorexic, and has long limbs and fingers. His face is heart-shaped, his skin a pale gray, his eye-lids coffee-and-cream colored, so that he looks, overall, sickly and weak. He's covered in piercings and tattoos of musical notes and symbols, as well as magick-casting runes inked into his palms and the backs of his hands. Israfel generally hates clothing, and prefers to wear as little as possible. When he's not in public, or alone with a relatively small number of people, this often means complete nudity, because his sense of modesty and public decency is somewhat distorted. On occasion, he's even wandered naked in full taverns. But when it strikes him to be decent, he wears a pair of baggy black pants, covered in chains and pockets (he loves putting things in his pockets for no fathomable reason, including paper clips, candy, dead insects, spare keys, and severed fingers). He generally refuses to wear any clothing on his upper body, but a tank top or fishnets or a trench coat when he chooses to, and nothing else unless forced. He's always barefoot, and his feet are often dirty and covered in blood from instantly healing scratches. He has long, pointed, milky-white, semi-opaque nails that are very strong. His silky black hair is streaked with indigo (he recently shaved the underside of it), his eyes are solid silver and lack pupils, so that he is physically blind; they're often compared to mirrors, because images are reflected perfectly in his irsises. Bio: Israfel was born in Aprilia, Italy, but moved to New York at three years because his father, Giovanni, stood to gain with business there. He was born a twin, and prematurely, so that neither of the two brothers cried when they were born and all feared they'd die. His brother did die, but Israfel soon began to cry, which was a good sign. His mother Francesca, a fan of E.A. Poe, named him after the angel of music the morbid writer had once made a poem about, as her son's cries were music to her ears. Evidently Francesca wasn't that loving a mother, as when Israfel was six she left him and Giovanni, and Israfel's four year old sister Carmen, for a young man she'd been cheating with. Israfel recieved no letters, postcards, or birthday cards from her, and hasn't to this date, and only heard from her again when she filed for divorce--at which time she didn't push very hard for any custody of him. His father became abusive, and Israfel took up alcohol, smoking, drugs, and cutting (and anonymous sex when he got older) to ease the emotional pain. He lost many friends who didn't approve of his new habits, and intentionally severed ties with others, feeling his life would be easier if he didn't have to live with the fear of loved ones leaving him and breaking his heart. He forced himself not to love anyone. He obligingly protected Carmen from their father by throwing himself in harm's way, because he felt it was his duty as a big brother. He was turned at age 16 by a vampire called Tobias, and Carmen was murdered by another vampire of the same maker, Viperus. He has since become yet more bitter than he was to begin with, and developed a habit of playing with his food, torturing his victims sadistically before killing them as messily as possible. Israfel is sadistic, cruel, and extremely selfish; his inward thoughts (he rarely expresses thoughts aloud) are childish, immature, even infantile. He's introverted, melancholy, and generally has a very grim and pessimistic outlook. Because he was created by Tobias simply because the latter thought him beautiful and wanted to preserve his beauty, he has low self-esteem, hating his appearance because he perceives it as the cause of his problems. He often hides his face with bandaging, and is eisoptrophbic, with a violent aversion to images or likenesses of himself. Being told he's beautiful often sends him on a violent rampage. He's unruly and doesn't take orders very well from anyone he knows he could at the very least give Hell in a fight, but is quick to obey those much stronger than himself for the purpose of self-preservation. He's artistic and sensitive, oddly enough, though it is never seen by others, and despite his desire to be alone, he's emotionally dependent on other people and only makes himself more and more sick and twisted and depressed by distancing himself from others as he does. (Character, concept, and all art © xXNarcoleptic_InsomniacXx)
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 5:44 pm
Name: Emerald Age: 20, sired at the age of 16 Type: death dealer Appearance:  she wears a black tench coat, tight black hunting suit and black boots with silver heels. Weapons: besides her boots Emerald carries special weapons called senbon, which is a special kind of needle that she likes to throw at her targets. The reason hers are so special is because they are laced with a special type of sediative meant for lycans, though it doesnt hurt them, it paralyses theres muscles and leaves them unconcious for a couple of hours. She also has two desert eagles filled with silver bullets, and extra rounds on her belt. Background story[Be detailed!]: Emerald grew up living a normal life in the city of LA. She loved the bustling life, it was comforting to her in some strange way. Being the only child of a rich buisness man can come in handy, so Emerald had a lavished life filled with luxuries, but little did she know that would soon change on her 16 birthday. On that happy fun filled night, she found herself walking down a busy street in LA alone, making her way to a party her friends were throwing her, though it was suppose to be a surprise. It was a cold night and no one seemed to bother her until this one handsom young man started to walk beside her, talking to her, flirting. Of course, Emerald obliged and flirted back, until he invited her to go out for some coffee. Even though this man was indeed handsome and so kind, she had to say no. The man's features changed when she turned him down and he grabbed her arm. "That wasnt a wise idea." He snarled dragging her down an alley. The girl's screams and cries of help went unnotice, even when the man smiled revealing two very long vampire fangs. The next night Emerald woke up in her apartment feeling strange. She arose and touched her skin, it was cold and felt dead like. Panicing she placed her hand on her chest and her eyes widened, no heart beat. Finally with chaking hands she touched her lips and opened her mouth, pricking her finger on one of her vampire fangs. She screamed out of horror, realising that she had been sired by a vampire, even though she thought it was some horrible nightmare. For over the next couple of months, Emerald was abused by her father because he had found out what a freak she had become. He hit her and swore at her, and burned her constantly until one night she couldnt take enough and she killed him. HOrrified for what she did, she ran away from her home of LA and seeked shealter in New York. It was then that she took up the noble art of becoming a death dealer. For the past four years, she had studied and practiced becoming what she wanted to be, what she thought would be a good career....Hunt and kill freaks like her, mostly bigger freaks.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 9:39 pm
Name:Liasha Age:Looks 20 but is really about 155 Type razz sychic Vampire Weapons:Mind, Throwing Knives, couple of daggers, and a sword that is the length of her spine and also is sheathed there. Appearance: Background story[Be detailed!]: Liasha's story starts in London where a coven of psychics had resided for nearly 15 centuries. The elders of her clan realizing that if their race was to survive they would have to do something to compensate for their lack of strength and ability to fight perfected their mind powers and only let offspring with strong Mind powers reproduce. Making the strongest group of psychic vampires her clan. Now this didn't sit to well with the hunters. They hated the thought of a bunch of vampires being able to control things with their mind and do it well. So one morning when Liasha was just a fledgling barely 50 years old a huge group of hunters attacked her home killing everyone except her and 2 of her brothers. Since that day Liasha has been on blood feud and has been improving her Mind to a point where she can actually communicate with people who have strong ties with her and she can levitate almost anything. A few months ago her brothers decided she was old enough to go out on her own and that they needed mates and just left her all alone in New York City.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:38 am
Character Name: Leonardo
Alias: Knuckles/Knux/Blaze
Player: [K]nux
Demeanor: Leo (As in the star sign)
Age: 18
Apparent Age: 20 - 22
Weight: 154lbs
[Height: 6’2”
Hair: Crimson Red
Eyes: Blood Red
Body Type: Fit, Muscular and Agile
Species: Vampire
Type of Vampire: [Sanguinarian (Fast, strong, tough. These vampires are deadly bloodsuckers who choose to kill whatever they want instead of specializing on simply lycans. They lack the specialist training in lycan hunting, but make up for it with the ability to drive him or herself into a frenzied rage at the sight or smell of blood. Thus the name Sanguineus meaning bloody/bloodthirsty in Latin.)
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Voidmaster: [These Vampires have lent so far into the darkness that it has almost claimed their very soul as well as their body. They have become the eyes and ears of a much higher power, and as such are protected by it. They can manipulate darkness and shadows to their own use as long as it remains connected to them, but lack the blood frenzied combat skills or psychic abilities of other vampires.]
Appearance: The most deadliest and major factor about his face is his eyes. The reason for this is because of the two embedded diamonds inside of his pupil, creating a attractive sparkle amongst his eyes. Though these a physical appearance that would always be remembered, his hair is quite a beautiful sight as it seems. Though it is just an average Crimson Red colour, the visual appearance gives a slightly darker shade amongst the top and gentle glisten along the tips of the strands as if some sort of glitter has been blended within the strands. His lips are that original shade of red and cream, though very smooth and delicious to attach with. To each side where the crease is former, the corner of each part, left and right there is a minor rise in the lip, this becoming bold to the naked eye once a smile is gestured. His ears are quite original apart from the large rubies placed in the piercing on either ear. The size of the ruby was quite large; though unseen mostly until their dark red glow is emitted.
Moving down a small quarter, the visual eyes fasten itself to his upper body. Without an upper garment placed against his skin, what would be made out is a muscular frame, well sculptured as each muscle to do with either: arms, abdominal and the pectorals. His abdominal section is split equally into two, then rowing these four times, creating six larger packs raising from the bottom until revealing another two smaller abdominal. All this equaling a tremendous and beautiful eight; eight pack if specific. Above his abdominal section is his pectoral, quite worked and firmly situated, a curve just before his abdominal creating the fine look of a young man. They’re soft whilst relaxed but completely firm when tensed to their direct form. Just to the left and right are holding the maximum strength he uses whilst in battles and communicating – his arms. These are specifically the major item, apart from his legs he uses through out a daily basis. Each muscle is divided into their own quarter, the triceps, the biceps and the muscles buried within the forearm. His shoulders are quite a build manufacturer also. As stated at the beginning, although these are quite visible, the eye is strained to accept each split quadroon exactly because of the many tattoos that play along his skin. Each tattoo is woven in and out one another, connected in some sort of means necessary. Each tattoo stated is curled into a parallel line, perfectly lined with the opposite arm into a tribal setting of a form at the upper part of his arm, just below the shoulder joint. Each tattoo either shows the animal of a Dragon or large Serpent like creature. If counted, the amount of tattoos that could be counted among his front would continue to about 68. Only microscopic parts of his flesh are visible as most of the coloured ink is covering up the tissue, or scars flowed through these invisible quadroons. Though his upper body is never shown to the public in these terms, only either the woman he spends the night with will be able to view these beautiful crafts of art, or when a fight is due and his Magma skills diminish the upper clothing. Mostly everyday, different clothing is worn, but mostly, a favorite supposedly is either a red or white complex shirt. The material of the clothing is pure silk, the buttons a specialized type for easy unfastening and easy joining. Always the top two buttons are untied, showing off small apartments of his higher tier chest.
Lowering down another quarter of his sculptured body, we come across his legs. Though naked, large tribal tattoos would be visible to the naked eye instantly as there beautiful connection of swerve motions around one another connect them up to seize as if a large serpent like creature. Each small line of sharp edged ink is perfected to its full. As stated before, these kinds of flesh tattoos are only seen when Knux is naked in his living quarters or in bed. Otherwise pressed against his flesh are loose fitted trousers, the material the original clothing for jeans, however the shape and style of the trousers are quite baggy: around the legs, waist and below the crotch. There are exactly five pockets among the item, two on the side as usual clothing remains, two at the back, located on either side of the split section among the trousers, and one other just above the kneecap, a small department used for any secretive item being carried at the time. Connected with a small strap along the waistband of the trousers hangs a small clip, enveloping the desired strap, the opposite end of the chain being hung into the small pocket, creating the rest of the lengthy chain to loop down into a small curve.
Deeper downward into the abyss of his corpse you come across his feet, though quite large; I balanced out the weight and height of his body. In the English size region, they were exactly a size 11, size 12 in the United States. The pair of shoes/trainers worn by Knux nearly everyday was lightweight and very stable. The soul was just large enough for maximum speed overdrive without melting. The laces were jet black as the inside of the shoe was completely blood red, as if blood had stained a pure white interior. The stitching all around the trainer was completely jet black, camouflaged within the darkness of the shoe itself.
Abilities: To put it into perspective, I use mainly Magma abilities. However there is a few that arise out of the ordinary when needed and asked upon as these are; Shadow, Darkness, Souls and Wind. That of Shadows, Darkness and Souls is quite repetitive as they are easily used amongst the other. The powers of wind are quite terrible and destructive whilst in control of Knux, these remaining deep within Knux abilities, only being unlocked when pushed to his maximum limit.
Descriptions of the abilities that Knux is able to perform with his Magma abilities are quite easily described. Knux can demonstrate a large amount of abilities with his Magma abilities such as manipulating the Magma, creating quicker earthquakes to crack the solid ground to erupt the Magma in less time. He can create large bursts of fire in seconds; control other users Magma by controlling the elements within. Create objects with Molten rock and cool rapidly to create a hard, but breakable material.
Using the Shadow, Darkness, and Souls abilities Knux is able to perform stretching maneuvers that can latch onto enemies, also able to manipulate the shadows and darkness around. Control the inner soul within a man or woman. Knux is also able to create multiple souls that are able to create thunderous attacks and disable enemies within seconds. The shadows and darkness are able to create thick and defensive shield in front of Knux, then attack with an outburst of explosions, creating multiple sharp edged objects to pierce the enemy.
The last possession that lies deep within Knux’s body is the wind power he inherited from a past character. Knux is able to perform high-speed attacks using the wind he can generate within seconds of commandment. Knux is also able to produce whirlwind, tornado and large attacks using the wind as his main. Using powerful winds in his advantage to block minor moves that are used as a distraction so the Knux is never caught off guard.
These are only few of the abilities Knux can perform with each different element he has under control. As an experienced officer in the combat situation, Knux has full control of his elements and is able to perform large executed moves to their full potential.
Weapons:
Dark Twin Blades
Knux's old-fashioned katana
Energy based material shaped like a rod
Weapon's Appearance:
Dark Twin Blades
For this weapon, there are exactly two blades, each blade measured accurately to the same length. Each tang is recorded with the exact sculpture. Though of these exact measurements, both blades have completely different attires and patterns crafted into their material. The left-handed blade was made much heavier to the right, the weight of the hilt and the blade equaling out one another. The hilt of the rapier was folded adamantium, matured with pure elements of diamond. The crafts within each were quite magnificent, dragon arts revising the same sort of tattoos embedded into his skin. The blades material was quite strong and very tough. It was a hard material formed from a mixture of duralumin, adamantium and mild steel. The blades shape sort of curved inward, making the outer edge of the blade sharper than the inside, small indents from previous attacks from another weapon scratched deep into the blades surface.
The right-handed blade is made exactly from the same materials, only the weight of the rapier is quite lighter than the left. The reason for this is because, the right blade is usually used for quick attacks and sudden movements with the blade, knocking over blades away, using the right handed blade to intervene and attack. The exact replica patterns are carved perfectly into the surface of the blade, creating two blades exactly identical to one another, though the right handed blade is curved inward as with the left handed. This created a slight deformed circle when you lay both blades parallel to one another.
Katana
The Katana is an average blade, though there are some qualities to its form that no other has. The shape of the blade has a petite curve, creating the outer edge of the blade much sharper than the inner edge. The blade itself is folded alloy: Adamantium and Titanium. The colour mixture of the both creates a smooth and chrome shine. As it is folded, when the blade is force into the light there is a visual look of two levels. The outer edge is seems slight thicker than the inner edge, as there is a line, parallel with the curve as it runs down the blade. The tip of the blade has a slight pointed shape, as if grinded so that the weapon can also be used for lunge attacks, as if poking the enemy. Along the blade are small engraftments, minor tattoos for the blade. Each tattoo consists of either a dragon, serpent like creature of large strings of tribal markings. The inner edge of the blade has been given a jet-black gloss finish, creating the visual exercise of ones eye as they blade is cut through the air. The hilt of the katana is filigree gold. However only cuttings of the filigree gold can be viewed as a handle made of strong and un-wearing rubber has been placed over the hilt. Though of this, markings of cut out rubber can be visualized, showing the fighter bright sparkles of the filigree gold. At the end of the handle hangs a long strand of beads, each coloured either: Red, Black or orange. They are set in a pattern, the beaded length having exactly twelve-minute beads among it. At the end of the beads is a spare space, a small tassel of crimson red feathers that have been dyed many times in the blood of his fallen opponents.
Dark Rod
The dark rod is the simplest of weapons that Knux bares with him at all times, ready for action within seconds of his grasp at his belt. As just stated, the handle of the Rod is completely metal, a mixture of unknown alloys that had been forged by superior Blacksmith. The handles colour is the same shade as the element that the weapon is created from. Though unbelieving on how the large energy voltage of the Rods energy is kept is inevitable. It somehow charges from inside of the handle, powered by unique crystals stated for the Darkness element. At the tip of the alloyed handle hangs a piece of jet-black string, created so that one end hangs closely to the other. These created a loop so that a hand can be slipped through encase needing of extension. The Rod that extends to the commands of Knux is made of purely dark energy, mixed with demonic energy. The lengthy darkness can be seen from a far distance, as the aura give off is so bright it is un-human like. From close up, the emitted aura can be used as a blinding technique. Inside of the Rod visual look, there are streams of crimson red, as the surges of demonic energy are transported deep into the weapon. The rod itself can be extended to any sort of shape or size. It is a brilliant attack if in multiple choice attacks coming from numerous amounts of enemies.
Personality: Knux’s personality is a silent, isolated kind of guy. Only talking when talked to, however at times he can be very energetic and big-headed, thinking he is the superior to most, however when Knux acts in this way it should be ignored. This only occurs in random moments, however it is annoying and very angering. Once you have spoken to Knux, the words that escape his lips will be polite, but only polite if his speaker is also being polite. However, he is polite and act's in a flirtiest way. You called call Knux one of those natural flirts, even though it is not meaningful. Knux is a dangerous person, so once you know him, he will have your back till you die, however make him your enemy and the world isn't big enough for the both of us.
On the other hand, whilst in a battle, Knux is completely silent, focused on the time in front, only focusing on what is in front of him, not letting a male nor female distract his mind. He becomes vicious and violent towards those of his very own best friends. The inner-man of Knux acts differently, letting his enemy boast, letting him use his mouth, Knux using his actions to back his few words that are spoken within a battle. His whole personality changed from polite and nice to there opposites.
However, overall, Knux is a kind, un-selfish man who respects all for there abilities about them, letting them use the abilities to there advantage, sometimes boasting about himself, using his natural appearance as an advantage. Some may not like him, but Knux is who he is, you don't like him, "******** to all you Haters!" he says. But if you like him, Knux will greet you and protect you from those that attack you in a physical, mental or spoken way.
Bio: ((Never going to get written so don’t expect it xD))
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:42 am
Name: Gabriel Valerius
Age: 1945
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: None.
Appearance: Gabriel is 6'5". His iris' are red not just when he gets angry. It should be noted that they do not contantly glow they are just red as if it is a normal color for eyes, like he has rubies for iris'. Gabriel
Background story: How did I get my immortality you ask? It started roughly 1900 years ago, I was Grandmaster of the Priory of Scion. A handsome wealthy black haired roman named Gabriel Valerius, I was a bishop for the Church as well, that was my cover. There is one main bloodline of vampirism whoever was the first the founder of this bloodline is unknown even to the oldest, but then there are others.....every so often the Devil will grant someone with immortality in the form of vampirism. These vampires are sterile however and can create no other vampire, they usually go mad because of the sterility but a handful still live and rule the shadows. I am one who lives. Two thousand years ago a man known as the Christ was crucified.....this changed the course of the Priory and its meaning and the Dark Con of Man began. Before this the Priory was a secret guild like organization that harbored great secrets of the God of the Covenant and many books of the bible that were never included into the actual printings of the tome.
Yes we were the greatest conspirators ever and naturally the God of the Covenant would choose use to hide the fact that his only begotten son had child with a woman. I had a wife and son myself it was forbidden as I had taken vows of celibacy, when I was forty five the Church secretly without me knowing it found out about my family. They sent soldiers to take care of them without anyone knowing, the lieutenant in charge of these soldiers was also a Priory member and a good friend. His name was Michael Octavius and he knew about my family, in the Priory many of the rituals may have contained......sexual situations and through these my son came to be so he knew about my family. Still he led the men that would slaughter them.
Upon returning home from a Priory meeting I found my family slain in cold blood, my son lay dead and my wife soon to follow. She was clinging to her last breaths of life just so she could mutter one name to me, just one. Michael. I buried my family and weeped as I did it all the while thoughts of vengeance festered in my mind and grew to a mad lust for blood and retribution. I took large purses of money and went into Rome, I hired three dozen thugs and armed them. With thirty six men I marched on the Priory Guild Hall finding some of the men there including Michael. At first he welcomed me with open arms and hugged me.
"Gabriel meus frater quam es vos?"
((Gabriel my brother how are you?))
Tears rolled down my cheeks as he spoke and I replied in a shaky voice echoing sorrow and hatred. Hatred burned in my heart like never before, I hated Michael and I hated the Church for I knew it was on their orders he killed my family. The Priory approved of marriage....they had no reason to do it.
"Quare? Quare operor vos relinquo mihi?"
((Why? Why do you forsake me?))
Michael pulled away from me and looked in my eyes. Even though tears rolled down my cheeks my face was set and hard.....in that gaze that moment of contact he knew that I knew it was him that had killed my family. He backed away looking around at the few that were there with him, they were confused at looked at each other and at Michael and me.
"Promptus!"
((Ready!))
The thugs I had hired stormed in and surrounded Michael and the other Priory members. They had done nothing but I wanted bloodshed this night, I wanted them to feel my wrath. Holding out a hand one of them gave me a sword and I pointed it to Michaels throat.
"Ut vestri genua. Patesco vos scrinium."
((To your knees. Bare you chest.))
Michael did as he was told but anger shook him as he did, he did not love me as a brother like he claimed. He probably never had, he saw me as a threat and if taken care of Grandmastery could be his...greed...what a fool.
"Vos nunquam mereo mereor positus of grandmaster Gabriel! Vos es pallens!"
((You never deserved the position of grandmaster Gabriel! You are weak!))
"EGO abdico Templum , EGO abdico Prior , EGO abdico Deus , quod EGO abdico totus is signum is per vestri cruor!"
((I renounce the Church, I renounce the Priory, I renounce God, and I renounce all this sealing it with your blood!))
With that I drove the blade of my sword into the heart of Michael and the slaughter of the other Priory members present commenced. Blood was spilled but it did not satisfy my hunger and I took the thugs and went to my house, gathering the remaining of my money I went back to Rome and hired as many more thugs as I could a mere two dozen and we marched for the Vatican. Me and my thugs snuck into the Vatican killing anyone that got in our way until one of the bodies was found and the knights of the church were gathered. They intercepted us just before making it to the pope and a fight insued. As I fought I cursed christianity and the church I renounced any vows I may have taken and sealed them with the blood of the knights.
No matter how much we fought they outnumbered us and in the end we were killed. As I died I could feel the flames of Hell licking at my feet then crawling up my legs until my entire body was on fire. The Devil himself greeted me at the Gates of Hell, he was a beautiful man with blonde hair and wings of gold. Lucifer Morningstar the Prince of Hell a fallen angel still very handsome like he had been in Heaven. He spoke to me.
"Gabriel.....I see your heart. Even though you cringe in pain of the flames of Hell your heart feels nothing but hatred....and bloodlust."
It was true my soul ached with the pain of being burned alive but my heart still wanted blood.
"I can give you the life you need to get the vengeance you want. The power to strike down your enemies...would you like that?"
I looked at him through hard eyes and spoke through grinding clenched teeth in a voice that barred no argument.
"Yessssss."
There was no need to sign anything I was already in Hell and my soul was already his. When next my eyes opened I was in a foreign land surrounded by trees and the last rays of sunlight was sinking on the horizon. My eyes squinted as I looked out across this place, I was on a mountain somewhere and could see Cruciform hills below. I discovered later I was in Romania and what I had become. I stayed in that place for a few years before returning to Rome, my bloodlust had become something real.
For a thousand years I did as the Devil told me most of it against my will. Then I was visited by Uriel one of the Angels of Heaven and he told me that he could help me. I accepted in return he cut the bonds Lucifer had one me and granted me the ability to seek redemption a second chance. He left me and I discovered I still had powers of darkness but Lucifer could no longer plague my sleep or control me. Sometimes I felt him trying but he couldnt...now I walk the Earth and work as a Guardian some say. Many prophecies predict different Apocalypses and I work to stop them, I also guard the secrets that could end civilization the foundations anyway for it. I have met a many interesting people in my life and recently five hundred years ago in Romania I ran into a interesting figure in vampire mythology. He was a giant of a vampire and he granted me the oppurtunity to drink from his ancient vains. He ordered me to the America's to watch his love. Unfortunately other things held me back particularly the Priory that still survived and I am only now arriving.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:35 pm
Name: Aria Age: turned at 19 currently 100 Type: Death Dealer Weapons: The sword she carries on her back Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]: From earliest memory Aria was wandering the streets when a Vampiric couple found her and took her in, the woman refused to bite Aria and said that the girl deserve a normal life. The man was furious and at age 19 decided to bite her as a punishment. Aria was devastated at her normal life being taken away from her and lashed out violently, pushing her father into a small fire. After murdering him her mother disowned her, kicking her out onto the streets. She was found that night by a vampire that was slightly intimidating and wreaked a powerful aura. and refused to give her her name (she still doesn't know it to this day) He then told her that he would watch her as long as she obeyed him. She had to agree in order to survive and stays true to him to this day. Her master branded her as a punishment and controls them. He makes them burn hott as a warning or makes them go freezing cold when he wants her to do something she doesn't want to do. He doesn't show his face around town at all and only communicates through Aria. Her master:  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Recently: 12/14/06 Aria has run into a hunter that carries along with him a vampire. They seemed to want something from her but left before they would tell her. She later went to "Las Noches" and ran into a Lycan who she convinced to do her dirty work for her. The Lycan failed her which means that Aria and her master do not hold up their end. They are now eaves dropping on the Shadow Stalkers. 12-15-06 Aria caused a commotion at the shadow stalkers they may have injured a man named Lezard. Aria think she may have fallen in love with him and gets punished for having the thought. Aria tried to apologise for manipulating the Lycan but the Lycan peeled off before she could finish. 12-18-06 Aria meets Joey and he shows her that she could be more than a mindless blood thirsty machine. He has showed her many things that her master swore were evil and didn't exist (or just plain shouldn't exist) Aria starts to develop feelings for him. 12-18-06 The Chapterhouse gets bombed. Joey and Aria escape through a manhole (ruining their totally awesome moment scream ) Her master helps them, and Aria has to explain why she had a hunch it was going to happen.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 2:28 pm
Name: Lain
Age: Appears 16 (Actual age 127)
Type: Psychic Vampire
Weapons: Armed with two .45 Semi-Automatic hand guns and anything else she can get her hands on. Lain’s gun are black, with lengthened barrels.
Appearance: Lain has very pale skin, with pale lavender eyes that gleam like gems in the dark. Black, wavy hair about waist length is almost always down, but normally does not get in the way of her battles. Lain always wears two necklaces; her tight black collar, which was given to her out of love from her maker, and the other was an ankh on a long chain that caused the ankh to rest just above her breasts, but is always tucked into her trench coat. She normally wears a tight black trench coat, made of cloth, nothing flashy. Under her trench coat, she has a corset piercing from under her shoulder blades all the way down to her lower back, with 21 rows of rings laced together with a purple silk sash, and tied at the bottom of the bow. Lain wears black, baggy pants held around her waist with a belt, but sometimes she dons a skirt just to break the rut. Sometimes she has black fishnets, always her black mosh boots with screws in the rubber that gleam dangerously in moonlight.
Background story:Lain is a young vampire originally from a tiny town in Britain. She was brought up in silk dresses, and coddled by her elder brother and sisters, as well as her parents. Lain never fit in really well at school, so she was quite excited when a new girl moved to her moderately small town, and showed some sort of interest in her. The new girl, Clarissa, was beautiful. She moved with grace, and always seemed to float everywhere. She also seemed to take an instant interest in Lain, which was surprising, because almost every other boy and girl in the school was after her attention. Instantly, when Lain received an invitation to her home to meet her family, and spend the night, she accepted immediately. Rushing home to gather her things that day, she excitedly told her eldest brother about the invitation. He shook his head, and told her he knew both her brothers. “I don’t think you should go. There is something slightly off about that family.” Lain grew angry at her brother, told him to shove off, and ran out the door to the waiting Clarissa. When they finally got to Clarissa’s home, Lain first noticed the above ground was immaculate… Then Clarissa grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her down some stairs, smiling, and locked onto Lain’s eyes the entire time. Lain had dropped her things at the door. In the basement, Clarissa’s family waited, smiling at Lain in their shrouds. Clarissa led Lain onto a small table, and gently lay her down, putting her hands on Lain’s cheeks, and keeping her eyes to hers, explaining what she was going to do. “Lain… My family and I are going to feast on your blood. You know, you really are a very special girl.” Clarissa smiled, keeping Lain’s eyes on her gray ones as one of her brothers bit into Lain’s arm. “I had such fun with you these past weeks, I feel really bad about luring you here like this, but I really do like you.” Clarissa smiled at Lain, causing Lain to smiled unsteadily back. “After this, though… You’ll be okay. I want to keep you, Lain. I want to keep you with me.” Lain gasped softly, feeling the vampire’s saliva tear into her bloodstream, ripping her apart from the inside. Lain whimpered, and tried to look as she felt 4 more stinging bites, the rest of the family obviously moving in for their feed. “No no…” Clarissa reprimanded Lain firmly, holding her head in place, refusing to unlock her gray eyes from Lain’s lavender ones. “If you look, you might try to move, and then you might have some trouble on your hands.” Clarissa smiled. “You can’t possibly know the joy of feeding, Lain. It’s like every cell in your body is having an orgasm. Heh. Funny thing is, if I didn’t have to kill to survive, I’d still do it.” Clarissa laughed, and tears dropped out of Lain’s eyes as she saw this ugly, vicious side of Clarissa, her first friend. Lain felt the teeth of the other’s leave her, but still felt their saliva ripping through her body. The moment Clarissa broke eye contact with Lain, Lain began screaming, and writhing in pain on the table top. “Oh, do something, Matthew!” Clarissa growled angrily, trying to hold Lain’s neck still. Matthew came into Lain’s view. He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, with dark, black holes for eyes, and a reassuring smile. Lain instantly quieted, and was sucked into his depthless eyes. She barely felt Clarissa’s fangs slice into her neck before she passed into oblivion. For a while after that, Lain drifted with Clarissa’s family, before leaving them to wander on her own… And Clarissa had been right. Every time she fed, it was like every cell in her body was having multiple orgasms. Maybe for most of the day, she felt sorry for herself, maybe for most of the day, she hated herself for being such a heathen. But for those few minutes, or maybe for that hour, she was God.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 1:48 pm
Name: Myra Geori Age: She appears to be about 23 but is really over 6 centuries old Type: Deathdealer Weapons: 2 handguns filled with silver nitrate bullets extra clips of bullets in holsters on each thigh a silver sword attached to my back Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]: She grew up in Bulgaria with her sister Andrea on a small farm. Known for her beauty she was persuted by many wealthy men of which she always turned them away not wanting to leave her family. She fell in love with a handsome man, named Marek, traveling thru her village and left her family to be with him. She traveled through europe with him where she was turned by him and he was later killed by a lycan. This pushed her to become a deathdealer. She then travelled to New York where she was trained by the vampire clan. She has remained in New york for the last 5 centuries and has hunted lycan to get revenge for her love.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:28 am
Name: Shelke
Aliases: The Weeping Bride.
Age: 230
Type: Voidmaster
Weapons: A whip that is stained blood red, and has a small blade at the end, shapped like a scorpions tail. It is summoned from the shadows.
Appearance: 
Abillities / Powers: Immensely fast, Agile and Stealthy thanks to the shadows.
She can slip into the shadows to instantly move from location to location. She can use this to hide in a shadow and stalk a prey, also she can bring people into the shadow if she wishes.
She can use the shadows to move things, making her seem like a telekinetic, but she is just using the small ammount of shadow things cause to move them.
She is able to solidify shadows and darkness, making them very dangerous.(this however uses alot of energy and she can become exausted if she maintains a solid object)
She can use the darkness as a barrier, to shadow-slip, create weapons, summon her own whip from them and 'blind' a foe, among other things.
She can summon darkness from nowhere.
Nationality: French
Background story[Be detailed!]: Shelke was a fair and beautiful maiden, in 18th Century France. She was a member of a very wealthy family, and was widely respected. When she grew to the age of 17, she was meant to Wed a handsome French Nobleman. The French Revoloution devastated her plans though. On the day she was supposed to wed, he was killed in battle. The news never made it to the Wedding, which was to be held in the courtyard of her familys stately home. She waited and waited, stood there in one of the most beautiful dresses and veils of the century. The family and friends eventually left and Shelke was left alone. She stood at the alter, unwilling to accept the fact he wasnt going to arrive. That night, a swarm of vampires invaded the home and killed off all the family. The swarm entered the courtyard and found the girl, weeping over the alter. The lead vampire approached her and made her the offer of eternal life to help her overcome her sorrow. The girl, reluctantly accepted, and became the perfect image of a 17 year old beauty. She grew up in many countries and learning many languages. She retained the beauty of the 17 year old girl, but gained the experience of many lives. Her most vaulable experience was back in the French countryside. Seeing her mannor in ruins, and knowing she had her fortune in a private account, she slaughtered those in her old home. This experience changed her. She became a voidmaster from her sorrows and now commands the shadows. Her bloodlust was controled and she was no longer a savage beast. She thought it best not to wear much modern clothing, so she bought out her old wedding dress and altered it to what it is now, (The Picture) trading the veil for a crown of white roses. She traveled to modern day New York, her fortune massively increased from years of interest and exchange, she would be one of the richest women in the world if her identity was know. She sought out the coven, to try and find at least one friendly face in the scary modern world.
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