New York Vampire Coven <RESUBMIT AUGUST 28TH 2007>

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Name: Rhen Draco
Age: 100 (looks younger than her human age too)
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 100
Type: Voidmaster and Sanguinarian
Weapons: her fangs, a small gun she carries around for protection.
Bio: Rhen was born into a royal family. She was born human, but bitten at age 16. Wandering out around London at night, she heard whispers calling her from the bushes, she walked toward them. She saw a male, smiling at her. She was immediately at ease. He told her to lean up, which she did. As she leaned her head up, he bite her gently on the neck, then his bite became forceful, as he held her in place. She whimpered, then he was gone.
Recent history: I spent the more recent years in a school, posing as a 15 year old. I fell in love with a boy named Isaac (boy with white hair in picture) I dropped out before they noticed that I wasn't growing. Then, I wandered the world, training and such. I kept to myself, until I discovered a person, vampire like myself, who told me about a haven. It was called demonic new york. But it had more than just my own species within. I immediately headed off in search of it.
Abilities/Powers: Shadows, charm/seduction, speed, strength, mood control, telepathy.
Personality: She is sweet, charming, and quiet.  

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Name: [picture.perfect.failure]

RPC: Fate Mydnite

Age: Appears to be a little over 20.

Species: Psychic Vampire

Weapons: Silver twin blades with crimson stained edges and Teacher carved into each; a small silver dagger with Teacher carved into it, a black leather handle, and crimson stained tip; and a petite revolver with silver coated magnum.

Appearence:

Abilities: Telepathy, hypnotism, guarding of her mind, teleporting, illusions, forcefields, 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.