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 Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 4:53 pm
Name: Armelle
Age: 221
Type:Psychic
Nationality: ItalianAppearance(picture coming soon!):
Armelle appers to be ninteen, and she stands to be about five feet nine inces tall.She has a light Italian accent. Her body is slim, but her lean shape hides her muslces. She has ivory skin still pale. Her skin is almost flawless, expect for a small scar on her left cheek causing a flase dimple.Her eyes are brown rown with traces of grey, piercing, soft and mysterious. Har dark brown hair, falling to her hips casading in beautiful layers over her shouders. But she doesn't where her hair down from a ponytail or a bun often. She doesn't smile, which maybe come off as cold, but the soft smirk forever painted on her lips will forever leave you dazed.
Background story:
Born 1764, in a village outside of Venice,Italy. A daughter of weathly artist and owner of a vineyard. Armelle was a quiet child, always drawing in the vineyard, studying the way her mother moved as the brush moved a blank canvas. She was never a outgoing girl, but more of a tomboy. Then, stable boy was her best friend, Niclous. She called him "Nic" for short. They'd expore together, make wildflower crowns together, and wacth the old nuns make olive oil. He helped her when was suffered a belif incouter with a theif, who stabbed her face in the left cheek. Cuase, the slight scar she has today.
But, as Armelle grew into a beautiful young woman, suitors came to call on her. Her father disapporved of everyone of them. But, when Nic called upon her hand in marriage, who by now had became a suscessful bussinessman, may him a offer he couldn't refuse. Armelle rejoiced at this news; she'd been madly in love with him
snice the tender age of sixteen.
As Armelle got ready for her marriage union with Nic. a horrible feeling of self-doubt came over her. Then, again but this time it woke her in the middle of the night. She left her bed, and was lead into her father's vineyard. Her felt something, something very cold move into her mind. She didnt reget it, as if she could. She heard a sweet voice singing a slow soft lulluby and she felt her eyes get heavy. Soon she felt warm hand embrace her hips, though she thought she was in a dream. But, at that excet moment her mortal life being drained from her. She feed on the
The next morning, Armelle woke in her bed, or a bed that she thought was her bed. She sat up her hair down in a wild matter as it always was when she woke. But, one thing she noctied. It was still dark, and then she looked beneth her blankets and she was naked. She was bewildered, but then contvected herself it was all a dream. But, then a man walked into the bedroom. And a first she thought it was Nic.
Mio dolce lei si è svegliato... (translated 'my sweet you have risen...')
And he lips never moved, she stayed sleint to his comment. But his vioce still echo, vibrating within herself.
Il mio bambino che lei sono a parte di me.(translated'My child you are apart of me.'
Lei non è il mio papà.
Perché non parla a me? (translated 'You are not my father.)
Why don't speak you to me?')
After, that he spoke to her, his vioce seemly to give a druggish haze to it.He explain she could never return to her family and he had choosen herfor a reason her wouldn't name.Then song that sang to her. It wasn't a dream she relized, she had became apart of the Undead.
Days later, she smirked but was still sadden that she had to leave her home so suddenly. She returned to her old home late into the night and wrote a short letter to Nic explaining that she'd found someone new.Her heart felt heavily for a number of decades, and her ache and void was never filled. He taught her was she was now, and taught her how to use her mind.
As the centries wore on she moved along the country. Created allies, in Russia, China, Britian, France. Two centries had passed her by, by then she'd forgotten her last name and was abandoned by her teacher, her father. She carried herself strongly.
2 years ago, she decided to move her journey to New York City. Waking early one night to the evelope laying beside her. She waiting want challeges lay ahead. But she's ready for them.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 12:03 pm
Name: Nazerith Von Richter
Age: Unknown
Type: Voidmaster
Weapons: She carries her weapons of choice; two custom, semi-automatic, twin barrel handguns, and a double edged dagger, which she carries in an ankle holster. Along with her abilities as a voidmaster of course.
Appearance:
Background story:The year was 1797, just outside the town of Genevilliers, in a small cottage, both Nazareth’s mother and father had been damned with wickedness, some called it a curse, they were then exiled, forbidden to ever return. On that very night they gave birth to a daughter, in which herself was gifted, she was a Vampire, a pure bred. She lost her parents when she was 17 and appears to be that age now, she is seeking revenge on the murderer of her parents, she travels from city, to city, town , to town; and will not rest until vengeance is brought upon the unmerciful killer. “I cannot describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties contain the most irreparable evil, the despair I feel and before my mind can persuade itself that my parents have departed forever. Time proves the reality of evil, and the actual bitterness of grief. This which all have felt, and must feel. I shall not rest until retribution commences.” She may be 210 although her bio is still build, a funny thing about immortality is that you have all the time in the world.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 8:23 pm
It's a bit long!Sorry! sweatdrop  Name: Cornelia Ailwyn Age: Around 250-300 years old,bitten at age 23.But a lady never tells her age,anyways. Type: Sanguinarian Weapons: Weapons?Please,all Cornelia needs are her fangs!However,if she had to fight she would only use something like a sword or knife,and she wouldn’t be very good at all. Appearance: Cornelia is extremely beautiful.Her skin used to be a radiant tan,but it’s now a soft porcelain.Her long,wavy,rich dark brown hair is always expertly pinned up and her deep red lipstick and nail polish is always perfect. She applies all her make-up by herself-after all,she’s had 300 years to practice! She always wears beautifully detailed lacy black Victorian dresses and matching jewelry and accessories. Heritage: roman (Italian) and English Personality: Flirty and vain,Cornelia knows that she’s the envy of every woman and the desire of every man.She knows that she’s extremely attractive,but that’s all she’s ever had to depend on so she doesn’t know much of anything else.She loves gossip and is quick to judge a book by it’s cover.Looks are practically all that matters to her,so if you’re not charming and attractive you might as well be dirt under her high-heeled,lace-up black boots.If you happen to be good-looking,she’ll flirt with you vigorously and shamelessly-usually slightly embarrassing herself and not noticing.Apart from being vain,Cornelia is also extremely snobby but full of facts.Since she’s used to sitting around with a few wealthy people and hearing the latest news,Cornelia is full of facts and knows a little about everything,which can make her quite useful in certain situations.Her snobby-ness can be quite irritating to some people,as she can sometimes be hypocritical about it (ex:she says that she only drinks blood from wine glasses,but she’s attacked humans on the occasion) Background story: In the early 1700s Cornelia grew up as a spoiled wealthy girl.Her father owned a lot of land in America (which is why she lived in New York but had an English accent) and her mother came from a long line of rich families.She always attended all the parties and big events,and she had nearly a hundred dresses and a lot of jewelry imported from around the world.She was also famous for being a trendsetter,and she always wore mostly black because she thought that it was more elegant and sexy,opposed to all the pastels the other ladies wore at the time.She was bitten at an evening ball by a male vampire that she was passionately flirting with,and during the first few years she would appear at various parties and then lure men to somewhere dark where she would bite them.After,she went through various vampire hideouts until she settled here.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 10:19 am
Name: Atraea Mizuki Age: 25 in appearance Type: Psychic Weapons: fangs (of course), small, easy-to-hide knives, poisons Appearance: (I'll get a pic soon)
Height: 5'6
Hair color: raven-black
Hair style: Elbow length, ringlets
Eye color: Emerald green
Skin color: Pale Background story[Be detailed!]: Quote: Once again, Rachel awoke with an unbearable migraine. It seemed that recently mornings have been giving her more of a hastle than usual. She reached to turn off her strident alarm clock, but when she put her hand on the button, she felt something there. Once she sat upright on her bed, a glimpse at her bedside table revealed what she had found: a mysterious letter, sealed with red wax and appeared to be made of papyrus... or parchment? "What the hell kind of a trick is this?" Rachel thought, irritated. Almost reluctantly, Rachel opened up the envelope, and a letter fell onto her lap. The letter told her that her life was about to change forever. That she was something... inhuman. A demon of the night. A vampire. "I'll bet this is just a prank set up by Rich, that b*****d," she thought. Her eyes continued down the paper. "You have a new name now," it read, "Atraea Mizuki. Welcome to the world of the undead." Her first reaction to all this was, "This is total bullshit." But something told her to follow along. All of a sudden, her migraine intesified. It was all coming back to her... *** Three days before, a Friday night, she was walking over to the New York subway, her usual late commute back to her apartment. Subway token in hand, she sat down on the nearest cold bench and waited for the subway to come pick her up from another day in cubicle hell.
Something moved behind her. "Who's there?" she called out into the darkness. No reply. Figuring it was just the wind, she shrugged off the noise and continued waiting for the subway.
Something cold brushed against her shoulder. Rachel stood and turned about, hands instinctively in front of her in self-defense. Before her stood a shadowed figure, much taller than she was.
The last thing she saw was the figure smiling, revealing sharp, sanguine fangs meant for killing. *** Rachel's-- Atraea's-- hand instantaneouly reached for the back of her neck. Her fingers crept over two circular scars. Then her teeth; she stroked them with her thumb, and it came out bleeding. She ran over to the bathroom to see herself in the mirror; she was pale as a corpse, her eyes were bloodred. It was true. Rachel had become another of the rumored walking dead, Atraea Mizuki.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 11:25 am
Name: Valic De'Court II Alias: The Impaler Age: 728 Type: Voidmaster Nationality: Transylvanian Weapons: A Custom Colt 45. with Laser scope. A full set of throwing knives, with black cross for handles. Along each blade is one of the seven deadly sins, and and heavenly Vitrus. Appearance: L/D Sirum TransformationBackground Story: Valic was born to a Transylvanian whore who cared not for Valic. He grew up with an abusive father and a Grandmother loved him to death. Valic was turned into a vampire by one of Vlad the II's troops, in a raid. When the village was spared Valic grew vengeful for his transformation, and began an aggressive streak, leading up to his father and mother's murder. Valic had killed his father by ripping his juggular from his throat, and his moother was set on fire after getting Impaled. Valic's Grandmother died shortly after Valic got on his own. Breaking Valic down more. Later in his life around 1456 Valic was hired as a military adviser for Vlad the III. Which in time broke Valic down into what he is today. Valic learned and grew fighting next to Vlad, and in time he grew to be just a vicious, if not more. Valic would take after Vlad through Impaling people to make examples out of them. But what Vlad got from Valic was taking the nose of fallen victums on the battlefield. With Valic by his side Vlad was destined to succeed, but after Vlad's unexpected Death Valic departed from the Military persona and go on the low. Valic gets his nickname from his past actions around 1476, around the same time Vlad the Impaler died (Real Dracula). Valic believed in Vlad's belief and theories. So in his honor Valic continued Vlad infamous murders, by Impaling his enemies on huge sticks in the ground. From the 15th century Valic has claimed more then 40,000 casualties. In the following 3 centuries the death toll would climb to just about 6 times Vlad the III's death count. But around 1652 Valic had grown tired of the warlord reign, and stepped into the shadows, almost causing the Vampire race to go unnoticed through out the 16th century. Around 1737 Valic began a clan that would go to become infamous in the Vampire world that simply went by "The Flock" in all actuality the clan was named after Valic, The De'Court Clan. The Clan would be known for its historic bloodbaths, and its beautiful mansions set in Transylvania. Elligance was a must for the De'Court clan. Well later in the 18th century the Vampire race was at its peek, in human suspettion. In a European Raid of all known Vampire strong holds, Valic's was one of them. In the raid all but a few survived, in the raid Valic's life partner was killed. At the end of those dark nights, The Mansions were burned to the ground and all known survivors were killed at sight. After the fall of the famous De'Court Clan, Valic went into hiding. Valic would only pop up in history if need be. And would only drink if he must, or some stupid punks went medalling in business that does not concern them. But now Valic as resurfaced and claims that the Flock is not dead. Valic surves one man and that is Vlad the III (The voice in his head.). Valic is on a quest to rebuild the most sinister clan ever known.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 3:57 pm
Name:Nightmare Age:14 Type:sanguinarian Weapons:2 daggers Appearance:  Background story sad Can't Think of one)
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:34 pm
Name: Rose (nickname: rosy) Age:looks about17 to about 21 but really about 500yrs old appearence:  type: death dealer weapons: (12 throwing stars 6 on each thigh)  (a desert eagle(gold)) a katana which i rarly use because i have got such raw talent, my teath and finally my nails! Bio: Lived in a family of 6 (not including parents). When i was young i used to fight with all of my brothers, beacuse they always made fun of my hair. thay All had my parents hair (black ) but i had blonde. So one day while i was walking to the river to watch the fish one of my older brothers through a rock at the back of my head. Right after he did that he grabed a stick of the ground and was about to beat me with it just as a silver arrow came and went staight through his skull. Although he was going to beet me he was still my brother and so i knelt down next to him and was about to carry him home when a man (vampire but i didn't know then) rode over to me, he was holding a cross bow, the very same cross bow that had shot the arrow that had killed my brother! Before i could even stand up the man was upon me. it was there that i was bitten and it was there that i was taked away from my family. Later (meaning a few years later) i was told about why i was turned into a vampire and why they took me away from my family. As it turnes out my entire family was attacked by lycans and so they recued me, sadly they killed my brother and he wasn't even a lycan! so i kept living my life and i swore to kill every lycan on this world even if it ment killing family!
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:49 am
Name: Ivy
Age: 98 (Was Turned at age 19)
Type: VoidMaster
Weapons: A single throwing star given to her by Donavan and a small dagger in her left boot. She is not skilled in kombat or weapons but she is young and still learning.
Appearance: Will Post Picture later...
Backround story:
Ivy was on her way home from work, she took the long way tonight, she needed to clear her head. She had lived her life thus far alone; her parents worked all the time and she took care of herself and them. She thought about what it would be like to leave, to just keep driving and never turn back and that’s when it happened the car went off the road and into the ditch. Ivy awoke but her car was inoperable so she started to walk. She had cut her arm and her forehead in the accident and was losing a lot of blood but she continued to walk, she needed to find help. Everything went dark and she collapsed, and that’s when help came. Donavan was his name he was tall and pail and when he touched her she could feel how cold he was deep in her body, but his eyes looked so...so full of pain. I wasn’t sure where I was but I didn’t care I asked his name and he asked mine, he took take of me for the next three weeks then told me to leave, I didn’t understand I was falling in love with him and he wanted me to leave, but when I went for the door he stopped me and told me something that I somewhat already knew (But thought was crazy) He was a vampire, He wanted me to stay and to stay with him forever. I promised I would and that’s when I was turned. I began living my life in the shadows, Donavan showed me everything he knew but after only 12 years of being together Donavan was killed saving me from a hunter. After that I decided to leave and move to New York my life now is looking for a new life, new love and fresh blood....
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:06 pm
Name: Chiara (Pronounced kee-AH-ra) de Adalfieri
Age: 576 years old
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: She relies on her strength a lot and, Chiara does not really carry weapons around. She has a pack of "Strike Anywhere" matches with long sticks.
Appearance: Chiara has shoulder-length dark brown hair, which falls in waves around her oval face and slender shoulders. Her dark brown eyes always suggest something hidden, as if what she says is never what she means. A small nose graces the center of her face. Below that, is an equally small mouth. The mouth is normally found in a smirk. a slender neck connects her face to her small shoulders. Her thin arms with long-fingered hands sprouted from these shoulders which are atop her thin body. Because of her thin body, her bust and hips are exxaggerated to seem quite bigger than their true size. This gives her body an hour-glass shape. Her legs, which are long in comparison to her very short torso, are about as thin as the rest of her body. She posesses feet with high arches that are not small, but not big. Besides all this, her once sun-kissed skin is now pale as paper.
Chiara likes to go around in knee length, bodiced dresses. She also likes to wear slippers, but will wear boots with tights if the weather requires. Chiara enjoys wearing light amounts of jewelry and putting make-up on. Chiara likes to look pretty and is very successful.
Background story:
Chiara was a born in Italy in 1431. When she was a small child, her parents, brother, and sister died as victims of a disease. She was the lone survivor in her immediate family. Her uncle, who lived in the city of Florence, took her in when the news reached him. He was a banker, and close friend of the Medici family. Chiara actually grew up knowing many of the Medici children personally. Cosimo himself had shown her the art that he sponsored and had directed her to her favorite artist, Fra Angelico. She adored his frescoes, for the little time she had with them.
In fact, it was on her nineteenth birthday, right after adoring "The Transfiguration" that all of this came crashing down around her. That night she was turned into a vampire. It was one of those few nights where she was able to leave the monastery without an escort. She had lost her escort in a crowd. She was walking down the normal streets to her palazzo, when a young man, who was unusually pale had come up to her. He was so beautiful, she fell in love with him instantly. He had held her in his arms, kissed her, and bitten her. He had drained her dry of the blood in her body. When she had felt she was dying, she heard his voice telling her to drink. She had felt something wet pressed against her lips, and she had obeyed.
From that point on, she was a vampire. A creature of the night who fed on the blood of mortals. She would never know death, as long as she kept from sunlight and fire. As far as she was concerned, all that meant was that she would never know an afterlife. She would never know an atonement for the countless murders she had committed. For a while, she had felt guilty about her victims. Now, she feels only an exhiliration, a release, a joy in bleeding them dry.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 4:20 pm
Name: Bjorn Paasche Age: 24 (Turned at seventeen) Type: VoidMaster Weapons: Anything he can find, his teeth and hands mostly. Appearance:Backround Story: Bjorn was born in the town of Oslo, Norway. There he lead a quiet life with his family, his little sister was dear to him, he took her everywhere. She really looked up to him, she followed him everywhere and would cry when he hung out with his friends because she knew she couldn't go along. Bjorn was very happy though, he lived in a middle class family, he had a loving mother and a hardworking father who cared for them very much. That was about to change. When he was seventeen, he decided to go out with his friends to walk around the city and maybe go to a night club. he did not know that his little sister was following him. They heard about a really fun place where people just go to hang out and listen to music, so they went there. All was well until Bjorn's sister looked into the window and saw him drinking heavily. She was heartbroken. To Bjorn's disposition he saw her look into the window, crying. As he was walking out to comfort her the lights went out. Bjorn looked around frightened, he did not know what was going on. Strobe lights went on and he saw people frantically running from others. He tried to get out of the night club but the door was locked tight. A shard pain entered his neck and his energy felt like it was depleting. He fainted. Hours later he woke up, a woman was standing over him. She spoke to him in latin, a subject he never passed in High School. She then gave him a small cup made odf cedar wood and told him to drink what was in it. It was blood, rotten, putrid, blood. Bjorn wondered where his sister was. It was too late, he figured out the next day his sister was run over by a drunk driver while running back to her house sobbing. Bjorn could not stand to see his parents again, not after this, the only thing he could do was stay with the woman. She would not let him refuse the blood, he did not know why he had to drink it, for he did not know he was a vampire. The only thing that kept him alive was his hate. Happiness semmed like a fairy tale to him, his hate guided him, he would kill a five year old if he had to just to get the the taste of blood. He raised enough money to get an airplane ticket and fly to America. He had already learned English in the seven years he was with the woman. Before he went to the plane the woman said to him 'There are many creatures seen and unseen, dark and light, blood is your source, you are now a desendant of the impaler's clan. ' He went on the lane to fly to America and here we are.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 2:35 pm
Name: Delilah "Laila" Elizabeta de'Romanus Alias: Ciara Byrne; Alessia Lunacy Known as: Ciara or Erika Title: Shadow of Death Age: Her age from actual birth is unknown, though she was turned around her twenty-first birthday. Type: --- (Closest would possibly be a Void master, though not fully.) Vampiric Bloodline: GiovanniWeapons: Normally a dagger which she calls "Renor Cryso Keeshe" (Black Rose Dagger), other than that, she knows a bit of Elvish magic/black magic, her fangs, and her own hands. Appearance- Eyes: Normally a soft to pale gray-blue which houses a cold tint, when feeding or angered they turn to have a black base which hosts thin, white snake-like pupils. Also, depending on how or what she feeds on, or her health condition, they become white 'orbs' with blood tints throughout. Hair: Black mid-upper back length, parted so her bangs cover, or lay to the right of her right eye. Clothing: Most of the time dark, if any colors they tend to be a blood red, darker to mid shades of blue, and darker purples. Abilities/Powers: A ghost/mist form due to resurrections and teachings, black magic, 'flying', extraordinary senses-- sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste, telepathy, unnatural speed Nationality: By her skin, you could not tell, though her facial features look to be European. By what she remembers from seeing pictures of Ancient Greece, she believes that's were she grew up, though she is not 100% sure. Family: Ciara knows she grew up with siblings, and both parents, though she is not sure if any of her family was changed as she, or if they were all slaughtered. The only family which she openly calls her family would be her sister, Evelynn, they 'adopted' one another. Relationships: Ciara has had many relationships through her years, none which she wishes to make notable, though she has been the mother of two children, both which were taken by their fathers, grown up, and killed by enemies/warfare. Background: (Most of that was posted in the other descriptions, but okay...) Ciara doesn't remember much of anything before she was changed. What she remembers is some of the wars she has been through, the loved ones she has lost, and the places she has visited. Though much of her memories are vague, she knows who 'raised' her to what she is. Jake Dark. He is also known as Alastair Lunacy. He and his two brothers and sister are who helped 'form' her. She has always thought of Jake as her father and his ex-wife Kidara her mother. Jake's brother (DArkVampire) was more of someone she had somewhat of an affair with than an Uncle or family member. He showed her things she never wanted to see, and forced her to do things she never would have thought of doing. She doesn't accuse or hate him for anything, for he helped shape her. Jake's other brother Kain and his sister Faye were the two she looked up to in her 'training'. She has learned much through them, and thanks each of them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:13 am
Name:
Squall Leionhart
Age:
384
Type:
Deathdealer
Weapons:
2 silver bladed bailsong (also known as butterfly and gravity knives) 2 silver plated MAC 10 submachine guns (silver rounds) with coven glyphs done in gold and a 12 gauge double barreled shotgun sawed down that fires silver slugs and birdshot
Appearance:
About 5'7" spikey silver hair hazel eyes chinstrap mustash tribal tatooing down the right side of the face ending at the left ankle chainlink cross tatoo on right bicep generally seen wearing strange style clothing consisting of a black leather jacket a chainmail sleeveless shirt black jeans with chainmail replaceing the right knee area biker style boots with silver kickplates on bolth the front and back of them small chains running from about mid foot area to the backof the boot three on each side
Background story[Be detailed!]:
Squall was born in a small raceing town. His parents split up at his birth. His father,an abusive drunk who was lacking in responsibility skills moved to a town close by,His mother an outspoken small statured woman who was overprotective and also somewhat lacking in responsibility but a good friend to him nevertheless. When he was 13 he was forced to live with father and during that time they fought constantly. After two and a half years Squall was old enough to stand up to his father and was sent by his father back to his mother. the following years were a blur of partying and spending time with family and friends. Squall had always felt something lying just benieth the surface of his consious thought somthing dark and pulling like a splinter in an already open wound. One night when he was 18 he returned home from a party to find his mother dead and badly mutilated. He knew it could not have been a normal person who had done this like the police said. Squall had always been into folklore but mostly vampires and werewolves but never truly believeing they were real he had to see his mothers body one more time . H went to the morgue and asked to see her body but when the mortition opened the slab her body wasn't there and he knew that his suspicions had been correct he asked the mortition if they had found anything that wasnt supposed to be on the body and he said there was a toothlike fragment in her neck,squall took this and left. He hunted down his estranged cousin who was in the dark arts and asked him to scry for his mother's killer and gave him the tooth his cousin found out it was a werewolf and that it was in NYC so squall packed up and left his home town to hunt down the creature. while in a bar looking for any information one night a woman came to him and asked him to come outside with her saying she may be able to help that was his last human memory.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:13 pm
Name: Lindzi Sequeira
Age: 52
Type: Psychic
Weapons: Large, engraved silver handgun. The name 'Alexander' is engraved in an elegant script along with, 'Love,' 'Loss,' and several other symbols.
Appearance: (Picture Comming Soon)
Hair: Aburn and curly
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: Light, but not noticably pale.
Body Type: Curvy
Height: About 5'6
Background story:Born into a middle class family, Lindzi was content with her life as a child. Her vivid imagination gave her all the entertainment she would over need. However, as she grew older, Lindzi was only interested in one thing; Love. Having grown up with a beautiful older sister, and three older brothers, Lindzi was inexperienced, and find men that were willing to brave her overprotecting family was hard. Besides, her family's constant travles kept her from getting attached to anyone except her family.
However one night in college, Lindzi met the man of her young, drunken dreams. He had stumbled up to her on her way back from art class, bleeding from his arm, and Lindzi had to help him. It was simply her nature. After bringing the man back to her tiny flat, she fell in head over heels love. And for a time, he seemed to love her back, and Lindzi was happy. However, one night he came back to the flat they shared, overly hungery. Lindzi gave him food, but that was not what he was looking for. He tore into her neck, and after seeing what he had done to her, turned her into a vampire.
But she was too nice to hold that against him, and after taking the news of her new self suprisingly well, he decided to marry her. The two lived in peace for about thirty years, and during that time, Lindzi would visit her family, sharing what was going on in her life. (Except of course, what she was) Due to Lindzi's own gifts, she was able to make sure they didn't notice her lack of aging. Unfortunatly, one night, Lindzi's huspand was killed by a hunter, forever scarring her fragile heart. In a rage, Lindzi brutally murdered the hunter and several other of his friends, but not before telling who she was to him. She would never forget the hunters terrified face as she wrung his neck, to proud to feed from his filthy body.
And so, over time, Lindzi was left alone. But she was still determined to be happy, just like he would want her to be.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 1:09 pm
Name: Keira
Age: 18
Type: Sagunarian
Weapons: She has street smarts, not battle smarts. her weapons are merely her teether, her hands, and her surrondings.
Description:
Keira is a child of the streets and you can tell by looking at her. Her piercing blue eyes dart around quite a bit, quickly taking in her surrondings. Her hair is a ratty blonde taht hangs about chest length. She wears what she finds in the dumpster, at the moment she's wearing a pair of Converse, some junk pants, and a few rags tied around her midriff. Keira is ver slim and quick, her vampire blood making her even quicker. Not many see her talk and when she does it's a raspy sound, it seems that she may be mute.
Story:
At age 15 keira ran away from an abusive home and made her way to the Big Apple. She lived on the streets for those three years, perfecting her skills and selling her body. About four months ago she was awoken by a scuffle. Upon further inspection she saw the most frightening creatures she had ever seen, a vampire and lycan. When the lycan was dispatched the vampire soon found Keira spying on the scene. He bit her and left her for dead. She woke with a bad headache, a new way of life, and a taste for blood. Her quest to find her creator and destroy him consumes her life. She has found a mentor and some one who can help maybe......maybe.
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