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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 1:15 pm
Name: Alana Davis
Age: 598
Type: psycic
Weapons: a single silver dager, the blade curved, which she keeps carefully sheathed in the leg of her boot.
Appearence: She has long, black, straight hair that falls down to her waist and impossibly pale skin that, while still the color of flesh, is nearly gray. Her nails are always painted black and aren't very long, about a half cm past the tip, but can grow out to be an inch past the tip if she needs them to be. Her eyes are shockingly blue, and if she catches eye contact with a mortal, she can influence their thoughts and calm them, even knock them out iwth a isngle glance if need be. If she is angry or the lust is upon her, her irises will turn crimson. She is slender and doesn't appear to have a lot of strenth, and although she is rather weak strength wise compared to other vampires, lycans, and demons, her strength is greater than that of the average human. At night, she fasions a long sleaved, long black dress, very plain, and knee high buckle up, platform boots. If she goes out in the day, she wears a long white robe that with a hood, no part of her body is exposed to the sun's deadly rays. If her arms are ever exposed, along with them the scars that run all the way up her wrist and speak for themselves will also be. At her will, she can grow her canines out down to three-inch-long-max penatrating fangs that can peirce even the toughest of flesh.
Bio: Born in 1408 to Elizabeth and Joseph Davis in an European village near the mountains. She had two sisters, Alice and Victoria, and a brother named Caleb. In 1424, an unknown illness took the lives of many in her village. It killed her whole family till only she and her younger brother Caleb were left alive. Caleb came down with it, and she sat by his side till the day he died, even though they had both been cast out of the village, as she had been called a witch for her strange intuitions and ability to put people's minds at ease. She too came down with the illness, after getting it from her brother, but after her brother died, she was grabbed my a strange man and when she awoke with no further trave of the illness, and a strange bite mark on her neck...
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:06 pm
Name: Punk Rocker (yay, i know its silly)
Age: 15
Powers/Weaponry: Teleportation, Telekinisis, White Magic Healing, Black Magic, a spear
About me: I was born into a human family. Im guessing my Vampire father ran off when my Human mother gave birth to me. I was hated as much as I loved them, which was a lot. But somthing happened when i turned five. When my clan of 200 was asleep, some invisible force came into my tent and took over my mind and body. In a matter of hours, all of the humans, including my mother who lay in a puddle of blood, were slautered by my own hand. When I finally figured out what happened. Then, the same force appeared before me, and told me that he would be my curse forever until the day I died. I didnt find out that he was the one who really killed off my family by using my person until my 15th birthday. thats when I rebeled and began to run from him. Now he is trying to track me down and kill me off. Now, whenever he finds me, he battles me. He normally just leaves me to die, but luckily I have good friends to back me up. Some side affects of the curse include: my eyes can turn black, red, and white. My eyes bleed black or red blood. And there is a scar on my neck that can kill me whenever the force cant find me. Now, with my silver short hair, poor looks, and heavy burden that I carry, I travel wherever I can be safe, and happy!
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:28 pm
Name: Marishka Naratashmi
Age: 268
Type: Psychic
Weapons: A double barrel shotgun, two wrist sheathed daggers, one dagger hidden in her boots
Appearence: She has waist length midnight blue hair and eyes the color of saphires that always seem to catch the eyes of others. At the height of 5'5 she feels she is short for her 'age' and she wears the boots to heighten herself. She is thin and pale but has a figure none the less and is strikingly beautiful. Her legs are always encased in her black knee high boots and she is known to wear mini skirts but favors pants. Marishka can normally be seen in a long trenchcoat or a tight fitting hoody depending on wether she wears pants or not. She likes fishnets and wears them almost everytime she puts on one of her little skirts, if they can even be called skirts. Normally she will only be seen in three colors, black, red, and blue to bring out her eyes. Her moonbeam skin is always contrasted by the dark colors she wears and seems to be glowing.
Bio: At the young age of 16 she was changed into a vampire by falling in love with her sire. She lived in a little house with her mother and father and had no siblings which was good because she did not want another child to grow up in the home she had. Her father was abusive and liked to leave bruises on her which lead her mother to become a drunk and kill herself selfishly leaving Marishka behind to fight her father off alone. She got fed up with it soon after and decided to leave the home one night and face the cold world ahead. On her first night out she was attacked by a group of guys and was knocked uncontious waking up with the beauty that was her master standing over her. She soon was in deeper then she had expected falling head over heals in love and gladly gave herself over to him to become his new fledgling. Once he had her in his grasps he turned on her and left her alone to fend for herself in the middle of the night. She was a new vampire and had troubles keeping her hunger under control and went on a killing spree before her sire returned and almost killed her for drawing attention to her kind. Shure enough he leaves her again but this time with more knowledge of what she will never again be and what she doesn't ever want to become.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 10:49 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:23 pm
Name: Elle
Age:Almost 500 yrs, was made a vampire at age 19
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: A small dagger.
Bio:
My name is Elle. I was a young mortal of 19 years of age,turned into a vampire by my vampire master Luzius. I was his mortal doll. Untill the plague knocked on our door one night and tried to snatch me away from his arms. He couldn't bare looking at me at such ill conditions. I was reborned. Drinking from this exotic and erotic fountain of new life. I wandered the world with him for many centuries. Until once again, disgrace appears upon our footsteps. Our villa was turned up into flames by young new and careless vampires. My beloved went inside to try and save our mortal friends but he too, caught fire. I can only recall seeing him up in flames, his fingers trying to reach the sky, his skin blackened. I didn't do anything soon enough to save him. He disappeared from my sight and when I went for him, he was nowhere to be seen. I was left alone, and still, remain alone. I know now, that my master lives.
Somewhere. But he lives.
Elle. Sweet-eyed in the most unnerving and dishonest fashion. A vampire so cold and cunning that I have forgotten what it ever meant to be a human or in pain. Elle. Low-voiced, unnintentionally vicious,glacial,forbidding, ungiving, a wanderer. Beautiful,natural red hair in curls. A stalker, a killer, a pitiless and seemingly thoughtful but eternally secretive thing.Virtually useless to anyone but herself. Elle. This is Me.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:52 pm
Name: Trinity aka. Trin.
Age:29 very young.
Type: Deathdealer
Weapons: Two sharp, somewhat long knives down each boot, one small dagger on belt, and two 9mm guns secretly hidden.
Appearence: Brown eyes, but goes light blue when hunting/killing and at the smell of blood, pale skin, dark brown to black shoulder length somewhat wavy hair, usually wears knee high black boots, over comfortly tight black waterproof pants, black belt, and a waterproof black long sleeves shirt and wears black gloves and has a black overcoat thats long sometimes.
This is me just in a red outfit ^ ^
and this is my human form....
Bio: Parents were both vampires and at age 4 I had witnessed my parents being killed by Lycans as I hid from them and watched them die for I had not known what to do. From that day forward I swore that I would get revenge and become a deathdealer and help destroy or face the Lycans that threaten all vampires. At age 14 I fell in love with a vampire that was also a deathdealer, who earlier tought me to be one myself, but broke up when he found is loss love. At age 13 I had killed my 3 Lycan. I have been journying for some time now making friends along the way. But I have recently decided to stop here in New York and help the other deathdealer vampires here to stop the Lycans. Im also looking for a companion maybe in my spare time. I love to purch on balconies at night and look up into the black empty sky. Im very daring as well.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:55 pm
Name: x0TaintedXFate0x
RPC: Fate Mydnite
Age: The body of age 20, but a mind of much wiser years.
Species: Psychic Vampire
Weapons: Fate's weapons consist of twin blades of the purest silver at her waist on either side with crimson stained edges and Teacher carved into each, and a small silver dagger with a black leather handle, a crimson stained tip, with Teacher carved in it as well, and a larger revolver with magnum coated in the purest silver.
Appearence: 
Abilities: Telepathy, hypnotism, guarding of her mind, thoughts, and memories, teleporting, telekinesis, illusions, forcefields, summoning her minions of the night (bats), strong sense of blood, and expert stealth and agility.
Weaknesses: Massive pressences of blood, sunlight, UVs...
Origin: Tokyo, Japan
Bio: Fate was born in Tokyo about twenty years ago. She was abandoned as a child, and never really fit in anywhere. She lived most of her life in an orphanarium. She was always teased for her mannerisms. Fate was always that strange, quiet child that sat in a dusty corner by her lonesome.
One day, a human wandered into the orphanarium. As this person wandered around, she was greeted by the owners. After moments of mumbling, the two of them hurried into the room Fate resided in. Children ran around, cleaning their nooks and making their beds. Fate was always the tidy one, so she sat quietly not worried about impressionism. Spotting her, the human pointed,
"That one there, what is her name?"
Sadly, at the time, Fate had no name. People often referred to her as, 'ki ko yami', or 'that child darkness', and she wasn't ever sure why. Feeling pity for this child, a sudden, and unintended decision was made. The human took Fate back to her apartment on the east side of Tokyo.
On the way there, the strange woman stopped by a supermarket. Smiling, she slipped a black book from beneath her seat.
"I'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere."
The book smelled fowl, as it had years of use. It didn't seem to bother the woman.
When they arrived to the apartment finally, Fate entered. When the woman had completed her bustling, she came to with a platter."I didn't know what you might eat, so I bought some of everything."
The woman exposed a wide tray, varying foods about it. Fate became excited and tried everything, each as repulsive to her as the next. The woman was shocked to find that all Fate wanted was something salty..warm..bloody. She was given the name 'Fate' because her human mother felt it was by fate they were crossed. It was from then on that Fate was kept and studied as a child secret.
About eight years later, Fate was very fascinated with books and foreign news. Her human "mother", Jayde Mydnite, had gone out to fetch Fate an American dictionary. As Fate was sifting through the household library, she came across Jayde's small black book from the first night Fate came. Along with it, she found a notebook and larger volumes of the smaller book. They extended to Volume 8. A grin spread across Fate's lips, exposing her fangs as she read. When she opened the book, the pages consisted of the same vulgur scent they'd carried all that time ago. She assumed the larger books were even worse. As she fumbled through the browned parchment, what she found on the pages made her drop the book. She retrieved it, and continued to read...
"Vampires at a teenage stage are very literate. They're terribly curious, and are becoming more deffinate in their food selections. Random fits or mood swings may occur as the origin nature shines through. This is a careful point in time for.."
She then read that section of the journal...
"Fate is showing signs the book projects. I plan to continue to observe her. I fear that if I am not cautious, now because of her age, she may turn to her true nature and cause me and others harm. She may have to be condemned or even.."
"Fate, darling, I'm home. I got you the book you wanted!"
Hurridly, Fate put the books away and ran to greet Jayde. That night, she spoke of nothing she had read.
A month or so later, upon a chilly, clear morning, Jayde woke with a letter next to her bedside. As she opened the envelope, Fate's initials were on the seal; FM. The letter read:
"Jayde,
These last few years have been lonely and confusing. However, I thank you for freeing from the freak house of 'ki ko yami'. I now understand the ways of your average mortal, and I am prepared to face more of them. I know I am a vampire, and I know I am psychic. All I have to do is master my powers..it shouldn't take long, for I am at the proper point in my life to train. I saw your volumes on vampires, I saw your journal. I understand your need to know about me and where I came from. Please do not be sad for me. On a boat, I am going to a place as big and busy as Tokyo, only in the United States of America. It is called, the New York City, I believe. I fear we may never make contact again. Take care of yourself, and live a happy life. I am now off to live mine. Do not show anyone this letter, for it is written in my blood, and only you can tell what it says. To others, it is nothing but a smear.
Wish me luck, as that is all you can hope for me.
Yours truly,
-Fate Mydnite"
While she was aboard the ship for so many weary days, not many people bothered Fate. It was only a matter of time before they reached land.
As she wandered about the cabins and onto deck one chilly morning, Fate came across a person. This woman seemed terribly familiar, and had an odd..feeling to her. In a way, Fate was reminded of herself. They became aquainted. Strange enough, everytime Fate gave the slightest detail of herself, the woman would respond in, "I know", or "I could tell as much". Three days went by since their meeting. During a mealtime, an akward question came about.
"Fate, how would you like a bit of training to aid your learning process, hm?"
Astonished, she didn't know what to say. Rainchecking, Fate chose to sleep on it. That night, ironicly, Fate couldn't catch a wink of sleep. The next morning, she agreed.
"Splendid!" The woman smiled. It was an eery, fanged smile. "We shall begin upon arrival to Lady Liberty's land."
And they did. Her teacher set up an apartment and started straight away with preparations. Fate became more skilled with each passing day. Eventually, she became so keen, she could tell many unspoken things about her teacher. She was not of the Vampric race. And as Fate had learned, her mortal mother was a hunter, and her teacher was not a Lycanthrope, or even a demon. Her aura contained..all three? Fate brought it up one night at dinner. Her teacher just smiled, and replied, "You're ready."
The next day, Fate woke up alone. Another drafty morning. She should've expected this. Fate never even knew the name of her loving teacher. She never thought to ask. If she had, perhaps she'd have taken on her last name. At least when her teacher was around, she felt wanted. Cursing herself, the apartment was empty and ghostlike. Something caught her eye..Twin blades..A beautifully hand crafted dagger. All for her. Inscripted into each was the word, Teacher. Perhaps her teacher had left her for a reason. Such as a mother raven shows her chicks from the nest for their flight. Fate believed with all of herself that her teacher had been the mother of all races. An unusual theory, perhaps. No one but she knew. Fate dressed and set out that same night. It was time to find the Vampire Coven. It was finally time to fit in.
This is where the past ends, and the present takes flight.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:53 pm
Name: Sin
Age: looks 18, much older
Species: Sanguinarian Vampire
Weapons: Silver blades with crimson leather handles, RAIN is writen in black, at the tips. Blood stained around the handles edges, a opalescant gem is at the ends of the blades with the symbols of the devil marked under.
Appearence: Light brown hair falls softly to the shoulders, outlining her pure white skin. She has a crystal blue eye on her left and then a ebony brown on her right, her eyes become a crimson red when angered.
She wears a skintight black leather skirt, and a leather tanktop showing clevage at the top. The shirt ends above the belly button. She wears a black vest that shows within the clothing the sleeves cut to the vary tips of her shoulders.
She wears leather gloves up to the middle of her arms.
Chilling white canines, she stands to 5'4 and weighs around 111.
Black and red tattoo on her left brest of a dieing rose with a snake slithering up it.
weaknesses: sunlight, love
origin: Tomball Texas
gender: female
abilitys: unremarkably fast, extremely strong, very intelligent, has poisen finger nails (color black nails).
Bio: One night she laid in bed and heard noises outside she felt the urge to ignore it, but the worse got the better of her when she saw a shadow flicker upon the her wall. She shuddered at the sight and tightened her eyes, she felt warm air on her neck and running of hands down her arms.
She began quivering from the sudden arrivel of another, she opened her mouth to scream but when she did nothing came out, she realized a cold hand was placed firmly on her mouth. Her eyes flung open to see a white hand on her mouth and a dark figure at her bed, red eyes stared at her like coals in a fire. She saw the red eyes suddenly come at her and then nothing.
She awoke dark within an alley, hearing nothing but the occasional (sp?) sounds of cars assing by. She sat up wearily feeling sick to her stomach, she felt her teeth piercing at her bottom lip "what the?!" she said putting a dainty white finger to her teeth, she noticed they had increased in size.
She looked about her seeing someone walk by the entrance of the alley, but something was diffrent red vains outlined the guys body and a sudden craving was creeping up her.
She noticed new smells to the air, and her eyes were adjusting to the night quicker then normaly. "This is so odd," she said outloud feeling very flusstered.
As the months walked by she adjusted to her new life seeing that the first time she tried get up in the morning, an open the curtains that it burned like the very flames of hell.
She sought many mortals out to calm her therst, seeing that that was the only thing she was able to eat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 1:18 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:39 am
Name: Cade Turen
Age: 392
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons: 1 Irish Claymore made of Silver, 2 Magnums with Silver Bullets, 1 Sniper Rifle
Appearence: Avi
Bio: Was born somewhere in the Netherlands, Aug 15th, 1614. When he was human he was one of the smartest students in the U.S. He was always shuned for being the smartest one... He was also vry athletic, he could out run most, pick could pick over 200 Ib., he was also very atractive... people didn't like him for he was slightly annoying and made very wierd friends... He was not brought up in the best of places. He would leave his trailer and get cans rocks and such thrown at him until he left the trailer park. When he would get to school he would usually get in a small fight... he wouldn't fight though. Now that he is very strong and can't be beaten by most humans he is getting revenge on everybody that did him evil... His parents were very nice to him but he would do everything to make them happy but he never really could. He would do the dishes and he would put everything in the wrong place lol ... He would do everything he could to help them but he would do most things wrong... He had 2 sisters... when he was 15 his older sister was 18 and younger sister 9. The older sister was retarded-ish although she was not medically retarded. The younger sister would try to beat him up, get him in trouble and such. Like every younger sister except that this one was one of the smartest students as well. So you think on that. He has since becoming a vampire been hunting everybody that has done him bad and has been looking for his little sister so he could see what has gone up with her. She is now a vampire too.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 9:02 am
Name: Anne
Age: 342 years
Type razz hyscic
Weapons: Eyes are usually black and they look like oil roling around in her puils. These eyes as well as her voice can lead people into healing trances as well as into horrible nightmares . . .on occassion they can lead creatures right into the land of the dead, weather they come back from it is up to her. Carries a small can of mace and two silver knives. in her belt are a series of vials containing substances that do all sorts of things
Appearance: Pale of course with white-silver hair and oily black eyes. She was changed when she was 18 and still looks like a young girl. Dresses like a young school girl to avoid suspicion and even other vampires. Wears a wool P-coat, and thin black kid gloves with the crest of her family sown into them. On her right thum is a simple old gold band with an uncut ruby primitively pushed into it. Wears rough sandblast jeans or any other kind or silk pants. wears nice black boots or shoes, sometimes red. shirts are always long-sleeve or three quarter length. hair is usually in her eyes. She paints her nails a clear shell pink. She wears a silver-gray raw silk scarf.
Bio:Lived in a village in france. An old and noble vampire coven took and transformed vampires only from this village and she was chosen. In advertantly fell in love with a vampire while she lived there. Quickly became apparent that she was a physcic vampire and she was a healer and in dark times an assasin. For who would suspect a physcic vampire child of such dark gifts as hers? Left the coven recently because she wants to meet others of their kind, some that are not so old world. The vampire she loved always protected her . . .too much. She needed some space from it, needed to find her own way. She has an illness (that will be revealed further( and because of this she often has to drink the black contents of one of her vials.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 11:38 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 6:04 pm
Name: Yuna
Age: Looks about 13 to 14
Type: psychic
Weapons: a short Tsuba that she carries in her hand
Appearence: Has pale skin with a scar on her chin. And long blonde hair that reaches her ankle. Only the left front of her hair is kept in a long braid. She's 5'6. And she always keeps a long cloak over her black dress.
Then black boots that she also always keeps on
Bio: She was asleep when she was first biten. Ever since then, she was grateful. Because she loved what she got after becoming a vampire. Never feeling cursed or alone cause she had her sister, Reno. Her older brother, Rufus, didn't stay with her. He went on to be a hunter. Her parents were murdered shortly after her tranformation into a vampire. But Yuna always thought that it was Rufus who killed their parents. He was the only one there and that he did that because he was trying to hide his sisters becoming vampires. Yuna hated him for that and swore she'd kill him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 1:13 pm
Name:
Loki
Age:
lost count
Type:
Deathdealer vampire
Weapons:
Kunai / Shruiken / throwing needles
Angelic Staff
katana
Ice whip
13mm barrel, 270mm long hand gun named "Shine"
((Only carries two of the above on him at once and will state which two before fighting.))
Appearence:
He looks around 17, maybe 18 but has lost count of his real age. Has a black "emo" style haircut that reaches his shoulders. His eyes are a strange mix of Red and Green and seem to change based on the situations he is in. His skin is pale and he usually wears black clothing that covers most of his body. often has a black version of Alucrd's overcoat.
Bio:
Not much is know about him, except he is a ruthless killer and will gladly hunt anything, regardless of race, but his expertees in Lycan killing has earned him the title of Deathdealer.
Loki holds lots of secrets that he wishes to share with one person someday and spends most of his free time looking for that someone.
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