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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 11:14 am
Name: Lena
Age: 20
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: Samurai Katana, x2 .44 cal revolvers with silver bullets, bow with silver tipped arrows.
Appearance: As seen in avatar
Background Story:
Lena is a strikingly beautiful, blue eyed vampire warrior. She has given almost her entire life to killing Lycans with the other members of her Vampire coven, the Death Dealers. It is believed that a pair of Lycans killed her parents when she was a child. Taken in by Erika a 600 year old Vampire, Lena was turned and taught the ways of the vampire warrior.
Lena killed her first Lycan at the age of 15 and from then on has been known as Fearless Lena!
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:49 pm
Name: Leelan Age: 20 Type: voidmaster Weapons: none Appearance:  Background story: Leelan is a sweet loving girl, but shy at times. She may be human but was raised in a vampire community. When she was born, her birth parents could see that there was something different about her. It was her eyes, no human they new could have that color of an emerald green jade jewel. Her parents knew what to do, so they left her in what seemed to be an abandon town. Actually a servant of a powerful lord vampire owned it. The servant took Leelan to his lord and there she was raised as his daughter. Leelan never knew his name she was only allowed to call him Father or Daddy. At the age of 20 her father told her it was time to go out on her own and to meet the guy she is to call her mate then and only then will he come to her and be part of her life. Till jsut recently she had become a vampire....and found her mate.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:44 pm
Name:Roland Age:346 (looks 19) Type:deathdealer Weapons:two sandelwood grip revlovers six shot long barrel weighed spesificly to his hands with metal plates, a large sword sheathed across his back one way and a silver staff sheathed the other Appearance:  Background story: Roland was raised by his uncle until one day a group of lycans stormed his uncles house striking agenst the lycan hunter who fended them off just long enof for the 12 year old boy to run into the streets and far away. at that point in his life Roland walked the streets moving from one place to another never staying in the same place for more then a night. A year later the now 13 year old boy returned to his uncles house looking around for any trace of his uncle, he opened the floor safe using his uncles lock picks he found in the dead mans bed side drawer finding a set of revolvers, holsters and gunbelts filled with bullets a saten draw string bag and a note saying "my dear nefew if you are reading this the lycans have finaly taken my life in exchange for the hundreds iv taken of theres theas revolvers are weighed to your hands and always will be as long as you add one metal plate to the barrels for every 3 years of your life untill you reach 18. I have always loved you as a son please take these weapons as a sign of my heartfelt caring for you forever in your mind -uncle cort" straping the belts on adding a plate to each of his revolvers and droping them into there holsters. and walking out of the house he lead the rest of his years looking from house to house picking up different weapons all over the place one being a large sword that hung from his sholder to his hip on his 18th birthday he added the final plate to his guns and bought a bow staff from a dojo. A year later he was bitten by a vampire awaking as one himself he has dedicated his life to hunting those who killed his uncle
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 3:37 am
Name: Lord Reginald Kensington Age: 140 Gender: Male Race: Vampire (Psychic) Weapons: (UPDATED) A hand crafted cane-sword, Righteous Dawn, a 19th century English duelling pistol and Nightfall, a Webley Mark VI .455 Pistol.    Powers: Charm, Seduction, Telepathy, Telekenesis. Appearance: Background:Born in 1868 young Reginald was the pride of his parents, he was educated at Eton and went to study Engineering at Magdalen College Oxford. He was a charming young man, handsome, eloquent, intelligent and athletic, leading the oxford fencing team to victory in the oxbridge cup two years running. After finishing University Kensington decided to travel, with no fixed plan he set off from Dover on the first available ship to explore Europe. Whilst travelling through Russia he came across an old monastry, he could not tell which religion owned the building and curiosity got the better of him and he ventured inside. What he discovered was a vampiric sect. At first he was horrified at his discovery but the monks assured him they meant no harm and persuaded him to stay and study their practices. Many months later, although Kensington was unaware of how much time had passed, the monks asked Reginald if he wanted to join them in eternal life, to which Kensington agreed. That same night the ceremony was held and Reginald Kensington was transformed into a creature of the night. Kensington stayed for another year with the monks, learning all there was about being a vampire, the powers they could control and the weaknesses they all shared. He left the monastry in the spring of 1892, returning to England. Upon his arrival at the family estate he was greeted with the news that his parents had died in a train crash the previous summer and that word was sent but he couldn't be found. Deeply saddened by his loss Kensington retreated into the manor house, dismissing the servants, he lived alone for many years striken with remorse and grief for his dead parents. His only comfort was the estates vast library. At the turn of the century Kensington was visited by a lone stranger, initially he tried to dismiss the intruder to his solace but the man was insistent. Kensington became enraged at this impudent fellow and tried to strike the man, but this was no man, he was a fellow vampire and a strong one at that. Kensington realised his error and invited the vampire into his estate. The stranger introduced himself as Alfred Mannark, an envoy of the Ordo Noctis Eternus, the vampire coven of Britain. The coven had been watching Kensington for some time and had decided to bring him into their fold. It was the Noctis Eternus that identified Kensington's psychic ability and helped him to strengthen and perfect his talent. Kensington began to study the psychic arts, improving his knowledge and testing his abilities further. It wasn't until the outbreak of war in 1914 that Kensington emerged from his studies . Contrary to popular belief the assassination of Arch Duke Ferdinand of Austro-Hungary was committed not by Yugoslav nationals but by a human working for a European Vampire sect, the Arch Duke had discovered the existence of Vampires and was intent on wiping them off the face of the earth, he had become a threat and needed to be eliminated. Sadly he had also shared this information with the German Kaiser. Upon hearing of his allies death the Kaiser embarked on a Holy Germanic Crusade to rid Europe of the daemonic forces, he tried initially to do this through cooperation with other nations but was scorned and ridiculed. He decided to take matters into his own hands and encouraged Austro-Hungary to declare war on Serbia, this would lead to full scale war across Europe, a war he was confident Germany could win. Finally when Germany controlled Europe he could rid it of th Vampiric plague. Having been made privy to the situation in Europe the Noctis Eternus sanctioned the use of "Kill Teams", small groups of Vampires who would make for the front lines of the War and sow seeds of confusion and fear in order to break the enemy's fighting will and bring about an end to the conflict. Kensington, now sure of his psychic abilities joined one of the Kill Teams and embarked to fight the Hun with every method he had at his disposal. Over the course of the war his team became experts at concealment, spending weeks at a time behind enemy lines, stealing uniforms where they could to blend in. The team of vampires set about a campaign of teror in the German trenches, stories of evil daemons began spreading through the Axis frontline, but every-time the officers tried to quash them, a fresh body would be found, drained of blood with a look of pure terror on the victims' face, and the stories would start to spread again. Following his successful campaign he became an influential member of the Ordo Noctis Eternus, becoming the master of a House or sub division of the sect. After much debate he was appointed as the ambassador to the American coven in New York and dispatched with orders to improve relations between the two sects, with the possibility of an alliance being the ultimate goal. Whilst on his travels Kensington is accompanied by his bodyguard, Jack, and his manservant/butler, Hibbsworth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 1:27 pm
Name: Lynch Beaulieu Alias: Lynch Age: 67 (looks 20) Gender:Male Race:Vampire Weapons:None Type: Voidmaster Appearance:  Backround: "No, Lynch you can't go out at this time" His father would yell the everlasting bellowing of him rang in Lynch's ears. Tears came to his eyes as he walked up the cold wooden stairs wishing that he could see his one love, but he was trapped. Trapped in the wooden frame witch was his home. He walked over to his room and sat on his bed. "Damnit father" he would whisper to himself as he looked at the full moon and wished he could be with her. A tear came to Lynch's face as a small pebble hit the window and then again it hit the window, as Lynch peered out of the glass frame he saw his one love standing there in the middle of the street shouting to him. "Lynch, come on the night is still young!" she cried, but what a mistake she had made as Lynch's father barged out through the hell hole that was Lynch's house and looked her straight in the eyes ,"I know what you are girl you are a good for nothing Demon!" he said taking out a dagger and ramming in straight though her heart. "You will stat away from my Lynch. From Lynch's window he saw the body of his loved one fall to the floor and his father take the dagger out of her and walk back to the house wiping the dagger on his shirt. As soon as the wooden door had shut Lynch broke the window and climbed out of the window and slowly dropped down to the floor. "Lynch" she said blood coming to her mouth as she tried to reach out for him but all the memorys and all the fun times they shared where slowly fading as the image of Lynch dissapered from her line of veiw and her hand fell. Lynch grabbed it and held it tight. "Please share you curse with me" Lynch asked her as tears fell down his eyes. As she reached out to grasped Lynch's neck and took one solom bite transfering what blood she had left into Lynch's body enough to turn him into a hell demon aswell. As she faded away into the abyss Lynch took her body to the tree they shared there first kiss at, oh what magical times they shared under this tree. Lynch wiped some of his tears away and ran back to his house after laying her underneath it. He climbed back through his Window and grabbed what little he had. After he had gotten all of his belonging together he walked out of the front door of the old wooden house. "Where do you think your going" His dad asked as he charged to the front door. "Not the same place as you" Lynch replied as he threw the match at the wooden house and it caught fire and the fire did as fire intends to do, It burnt until there was nothing left but somlerding ashes. "Clarice, I will never love another"
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 6:10 am
Name: Teresa Valio
Age: 90 vampire years, 19 human
Type: vampire
Weapons: Katana and spiked knuckle dusters
Appearance: Short blond hair tied up in an alice band. Calf length black boots with kaki trousers tucked inside. Black strappy top and a Japanese fish tattoo down the right arm.
Carries around a kaki full length jacket for outdoor work. The Katana is carried beneath.
Background story[Be detailed!]:
Transferred over to France in the summer of 1917 from Ireland to join the field nurses in their war effort.
She left behind no family or friends and so travelled to France to be as close to the only family she had left, her cousin who was in the front line.
One night while in the dressing station for the patients, she heard a noise. All the men were sleeping quietly as she entered the ward, but at the bottom of the room she noticed one solider was sitting up right in his bed. Terri had seen it many times, this man was probably suffering from shell shock. As she neared the man, he turned to look at her. In the darkness she could see the glint in his eye. That was the last thing she remembered.
She awoke outside to find herself sinking face first into the mud. She could hear the horses and the screams of the men all around her and even in her predicament, she was unafraid.
From that moment on she knew what she was. She was an educated and had read the old fables of vampires and werewolves, she had seen the glint in that mans eye and knew what she was.
Terri had no point in life, no family, no regrets and no love in her life. She endlessly wondered the battlefields picking off the wounded for food. She didn’t care about sides.
After the war she travel, it had always been her passion to see the world and now she could. She always remained a loner never siring any companion. She had no mission, no destiny to be for filled, just a wish to see each battle as it comes and to be there at the final one.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 6:32 am
Name: Rienne Militane Cruz
Age: 107 (Was bitten when 18 )
Gender: Female
Weapons: .500 Magnum Revolver, Silenced Sniper Rifle and Silver knife
Type: Deathdealer
Powers: Speed and Accuracy
Personality: Rienne is very confident, she is carefree, but sometimes she gets stubborn and lazy. She has a very flirtatious character. She has a cold heart, and kills her victims carelessly. She somehow adores the word "Twilight" very much.
Appearance: 
Bio: Was born in 1901, Chicago, Rienne was born to a Latin/American Woman named Rika. Rienne never knew who her father was. Her life was normal, just like anyone else.
On 1919, It was her 18th birthday, her debut. She had a celebration with a few of her friends. She was very happy.
Suddenly, a figure bashed the door broken, everyone panicked and tried to find any exit they can, windows, the back door, anything.
Rienne saw who the figure was. It was a man. A man whom she has never met before. The man walked closer and closer to Rienne. The man suddenly said, "Rienne, it is me." Rienne looked at the man`s face. He had fangs, and very pale skin. He was gasping for breath, then continued, "I am your father! I know we have`nt met before, but I am your father!"
Rienne looked at him with shock. "Father? Why do you look like that?! Are you a... a vampire?! No... You are not my..."
The man suddenly carried Rienne, and ran in swift speed. Rienne woke up in an abandoned warehouse, and seeing blood in her neck. She felt drowsy, and saw a man lying face down on the floor. It was the man, who claims himself as Rienne`s father. Rienne saw a gunshot wound on his back, it looks like it hit the heart.
Rienne, terribly shocked by everything that happened, just looked at her father in a careless stare and sat there, suddenly strangely thinking of blood....
After the incident, she found out about her new self. She went for New York, when she heard there is a group of vampires there from a fellow vampire she met not long from the incident. First, she trained shooting with the vampire, who claims himself as Alder, and trained with him, till` she was very good at accuracy.
They started to have a strong bond, like they were siblings.
After, she was set. Alder said, "Rienne, I am sorry, but I can`t go with you. I`m afraid I can`t do this... It feels just too big for me... I am sure you will understand....." Rienne held his smooth hands. " I understand you, and I can`t force you to come. Thank you for your help." The man hugged her passionately. " So this is goodbye?" He said in a soft voice. Rienne replied, " I`m afraid so.... always remember me, okay?"
The man lets go, and Rienne leaves and runs swiftly, blending in the night.
For hours, Rienne ran so fast and tireless, she felt like she was faster than the other vampires. At last, she has reached her destination. New York.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 4:39 pm
Name: Parker Matthens Age: 13 Type: Vampire (Deathdealer) Weapons: His own claws, And a few knives Appearance: Dark, long, shaggy hair. Is fit. Dark-blue eyes. Wears dark clothing. Background story[Be detailed!]: Parker used to be a normal Teenager still at middle school. However, one day, he walked through a back ally and was attacked by a Lycan, he was rescued by a vampire, in return for his blood... Parker paid his debt and became a vampire, He hates the Lycans for their brute force. Picture: 
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 11:54 pm
Name: Demetri Shiffer
Age: 25 [ bitten when 19]
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: He can confuse almost anyone, he is extremely fast and can fight well in hand-to-hand combat, But has a few daggers stashed away for emergencies.
Appearance:
Background story: He was born into a poor family, both his parents worked double jobs and he was left to charge for his two younger sibilings. His sister May, died, in a hit and run accident when Demetri was supposed to be watching her. He felt so terrible that he ran away from his family when he was only 13, he has lived and thrived on his own, eventually becoming a very wealthy buisness owner at the age of 18. He soon fell in love with a woman named Kay Buller, soon after his marrage, he found out her true nature when she bit him, making him one of her own kind. In blind fury he murdered his wife and left his life of wealth to hide and feed in the streets of New York.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:58 am
Name: Erik Creed Age: 749 Type: Deathdealer Weapons: Taurus 9mm. Erik is also very skilled with blades, including Swords, and knives. Appearance:Background Story: Formerly Alfonso Creed, an original member of the Order of the Dragon. Erik was born in the homeland of Transylvania. To a whorish mother, and a abusive father. Luckily Erik's father died in battle at a young age, leaving his mother to take care of him. Through his mother was a whore, she still loved him, and did the best she could to take care of him. At the age of 8 Erik witnessed his mother's death as a man raped, and murdered her. It was at that point Erik was forced to fend for himself. He lived on the streets for 14 years until, a man rose to power in his village. The man's name was Sigismund a King of Hungary, last Emperor of the House of Luxemburg. Erik was taken in as a servent, but years of loyalty took him to the ranks of nobility. In the year 1408, at the age of 27, Erik was inducted into the Order of the Dragon. Apon induction to the Order of the Dragon, Erik adopted his current name disguarding his former name, Alfonso the Weak. Erik was promoted to what the Order called Walkers. Walkers were respected among the Order, and Fear among the public. They were Killers of anyone who were seen as enemies of the Cross and Christianity. About 23 years had passed since Erik was crowned as a Walker. his years of loyalty had certified him as a true servent of the Order. They allowed Erik to join in on unknown rituals of the Order of the Dragon. Among them was the sacrificing of loyal blood. This mean't that Erik would be turned into a vampire, by the Headmaster of the Order of the Dragon, which at the time was King Charles I of Hungary. 200 years later Erik is on his own and the Order of the Dragon is long gone. Erik lays low, and establish clans though out Transylvania, though they tend to fade out within a couple decades. Erik doesn't care though as long as his strives, and lives to fight again he could careless for others. The year is 1807 And Erik is a leader of a prominent gang of New York City dubbed The Butchers. In 1818 through a public, and what little authority their was forced a clean up of the city and forced Erik back into hiding. Now Erik returns for hiding and vows to return to a heightened state of power.
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