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 Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 7:40 am
Name: Miakoda Crown
Nicknames Gained: Mia
Age: It's rude to ask but let's just say old alright
Gender: Female
Species: Lycan, more specifically Kierrn
Height: Human: 5'5" Lycan: 12'
Weight:Human: 130lbs. Lycan: 300lbs.
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: She listens but isn't afraid to use force. She tries to remain neutral until she knows all sides. To those who don't know her she seems cold and indifferent
Weapons: Doesn't use weapons often but prefers throwing knives. She mainly uses her body as a weapon as she's strong and heals fast.
Throwing knives
Occupation: Reluctant Clan Leader, Warrior Monk
Abilities/Powers: Mia has the abilities of the lycans, increased speed, strength, healing, and superior senses. However, because she trained with monks her strength is more superior than others of her kind. Kierrn also have an unnatural long life as they feed on humans.
Bio: Mia is the product of specific breeding. Only the alphas with the best qualities could breed in this program started to protect the lycans from strong hunters. Because of her breeding Mia, is a special breed of lycan called the Kierrn.
Because of her breeding she stands taller than all other werewolves, and is tallest amongst her Kierrn breathen. A fact, along with her strength, makes her feared and outcast. None had ever seen such a large beast come from such a small package. They quickly branded her 'Hunter' and once she was of age her parents were forced to exile her.
She was bitter at the council and her parents for disowning her because of her size. She was so angry that she went on a rampage that threatened the existence of her people. They sent other Hunters to try and quell her but her sheer size and quick healing ability made it hard for them to put her down. They then moved to a different tactic and sent out one of their warrior monks, who although refusing to kill her, would instead train her. He thoroughly defeated her and promised to teach her all he knew.
Several years later, she reemerged from her training a different person. She was calm and collected and she felt as peace with the world. She accepted her fate and was banished from the lands for her recent actions.
She wandered the land until she happened upon the caves called the Crimson Underground. She readily joined their ranks, looking forward to having a place to call home.
Appearance: She has two forms; her human one and her Lycan form. (both are shown but not to scale)
~X~
Extra Information: Is very knowledgeable in the human body and is a healer of sorts
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 3:36 pm
Name: Samuel Beaumonte
Nicknames Gained: (Not required) The unfeeling
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Species: Lycanthrope (I would like to make a ngel or demon avi once there is one allowed.)
Height: 5'9
Weight: 142
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Cold and distant to strangers and only opens up too people he cares about but once he is open you'll see a whole new side of him.
Elements: (If any, not required) None
Weapons Two shortswords forged from onyx from Mt.Rainier with silver forged as two inch tips on each.and alot of silver daggers he keeps in a special belt so it is less awkward for his body to be around it.
Occupation: Looking for work.
Abilities/Powers: Easy transformations but the period of time is unprdictable to him as he practices to get better.
Bio: Was born nearby the underground and his parents died when he was 4 leaving him noone he knew and no other family that he knew of. Sam followed another lycanthrope he knew by looking at him form across the street wondering what kind of father would he be if he was his into the woods and into the compound but he never got the other lycan's name. Sam wondered aroudn the underground feeding himself and getting along allright and learning daily life there and he lost the sad feeling he had a month ago when he grieved for his parents with the daily work of the underground and he felt like all of his emotion was being tucked away somewhere in the corners of his heart and he built a switch, a switch to turn off and on his emotions choosing to no longer feel.
Appearance: Tall and thin but with a wirey kind of muscle.
Extra Information sad Not required) Will act as if he doesn't care about you when he first meets you but he cares no matter how many times he try's to turn off his emotion.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 8:13 pm
Name: Schuyler Dawn Bane
Nicknames Gained: None
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Lycanthrope
Height: 5’8” – 173cm
Weight: 120lbs Lycan: 290lbs
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Tomboyish badass personality, stubborn, hot-tempered, bitchy, sarcastic. But despite all of these negative traits, she has a warm heart and is very loyal to those who are close to her. She also has a fascination for animals and she protects those who are being looked down on.
Elements: Spirit
Weapons Knives and daggers tucked in the holster attached to her upper left thigh just a few inches below her skirt.
Occupation: Fighter
Abilities/Powers: As a lycanthrope, Schuyler’s five sense organs always work at their best and works ten times better than a normal human’s would. She doesn’t require the power of the moon to help her transform into a werewolf. In fact, she can turn into a werewolf at any time of the day. Schuyler is an expertise in knives and daggers, and she is also skilled in swordsmanship and martial arts. Her element is spirit, and healing powers are found within her blood and saliva.
Bio:
Orphaned as a lycan cub at the age of four, Schuyler [pronounced as ‘Skyler’] grew up to be an independent werewolf with a very strong personality. Her parents, the Alphas of the Bane pack were killed right before she was taken to the Crimson Underground. Despite her young age when she witnessed her parent’s death, her memory was perfectly vivid. She made it a point to live on her own and survive and when the time is right, she will avenge her parents’ death. This is also one of the main reasons why she doesn’t trust easily.
Extra Information: She has a crescent moon tattoo on her nape and a belly piercing and two more piercings on her right ear.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 1:28 pm
Nicknames Gained: Crimm
Age: Appears 23.
Gender: Female
Species: Natural blooded Lycan.
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 145
Marital Status: Single (Divorced with 3 children)
Appearance: Long red hair that goes halfway down her back. Pale skin with scars on both her shoulders from battle and on her neck. She received the scars from a former lover. She was blinded by love and was unable to sense that he had been changed into a vampire. He tried to take a bite out of her in order for the lycan blood and vampire blood to kill her. She has sad red eyes that can peer deep into your soul.
Attitude: Crimson would like to think she was quite, reserved, and spoke only when needed but if she did, she would be lying to herself. She has a strong personality and that shows in every conversation you have with her. She is very stubborn and once she knows she’s right about something, it’s almost impossible to change her mind unless you provide her with scientific evidence and personal experience with reason. She doesn’t hesitate to speak whenever matters of great conflict arise. Crimson would also like to think emotions are useless, but only a fool believes that. She has learned emotions are necessary and natural occurrences within the soul. She is happy for the most part; however memories of her past sometimes haunt her. She can be extremely serious when she needs to be, like whenever her leadership position comes first. If there’s a stranger she will not hesitate to speak with them, she makes study them for a minute or two. She likes to analyze and decipher a person before she becomes overly involved with them. She enjoys studying and learning new things about the world around her. She has a passion for nature and animals, as well as things unseen. If someone crosses her or challenges her she can have a nasty temper. Because if her temper she’s usually referred to as a fire cracker. She’s unpredictable and dangerous whenever she’s set off.
Element: Crimson’s natural element is fire. She knows a little shadow but hardly uses it. She is learning to play with earth by tending to her garden every chance she can. She’ll also retreat there if she feels sad.
Weapons: Crimson fights with a Claymore, not just any Claymore though. This Claymore is thousands of years old, passed down through her family for generation to generation. The Claymore has been enchanted with the power of forbidden magic. The Claymore can never be broken and the jewel that was melted into the mouth of the dragon, on her hilt, contains the souls of all those she has slain. She does this by delivering a fatal wound to his opponent. As the victim fades away, she asks them if they are ready to die. If they aren’t ready to pass on, she proposes her deal. Their soul will remain with her until she passes on and it gives them the illusion that they are in paradise. So they know they will be in the perfect life and not wonder if they will go to heaven or hell. This Claymore is called Exile. She also has a dagger that’s just an ordinary silver dagger with the Celtic knot engraved into it.
Claymore
Dagger
Occupation: Crimson has become a wanderer of sorts, after leaving and returning she feels she is unworthy to call a place "home". Of course she associates herself with the Fire Clan and she feels an emotional connection. She is skilled in many aspects of life. She prefers healing, purifying, and blessing but she would never label herself a "priestess" or a "healer". Crimson is fairly skilled with her blade. She also dabbles with the elements of fire, shadow, and earth. She has a personal quest to master every element in existence.
Abilities: Crimson is extremely inn-tune with nature. She has the ability to cast spells that can manipulate certain elements, some elements she can go into further detail with. Fire is the easiest to manipulate. She has a bit of trouble with shadow and earth. The most trouble she has is with water and wind. Her spells come from her Pagan religion. She also has the ability to transform when she needs to. Sometimes if she doesn’t feed her lycan form takes over and goes on a massive rampage, killing anything in its path. She can retract and extend her nails and fangs as needed.
Powers: Crimson is a pro whenever it comes to defending the right and handing out justice. Whenever she was younger she often inspired to become a Priestess, though her species simply wouldn’t allow it. She was urged to become the strongest fighting female of her pack. She was never one for physical contact. She preferred to talk about arguments, she enjoyed reading and learning. Though that was quickly beaten out of her. Crimson eventually became a brutal and harsh Lycan like the rest. She invoked two mottos, “Kill or be killed” and “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” As a result of grappling, wresting, and enduring pain to her bodies limits time and time again, she has the will of a warrior. After Crimson found herself, she realized that her human soul was the path she should follow. She studied healing, purification, blessings, and she obsessed over Paganism. She found all these things absolutely incredible. She also learned that these things could be used as weapons when needed. Crimson can cast barriers, enchant weapons to hold certain elemental properties, make potions that inflict certain ailments, and much more.
Appearance: Crimson
Eyes: Her eyes...she has spent many a nights peering into them, trying to find a bases for her being. Something that makes her a concrete image in this world. While others have happiness, anger, jealousy, or anther emotion, you see nothing when you gaze into her eyes. The pupil within her eye is either large enough to make it appear as if it is completely black, a microscopic ring of smokey yellow surrounding it. The black circle can also be so small it seems she doesn't have one, just white clouds swirling around an orb of ruby. The iris shifts from a foggy haze of light red to dark, depts. of scarlet, depending on her moods. The red is speckled with tints of dark yellow. In the small splashes of fire in her eyes you are able to see reflections of her past, the pain she went through as a slave, and the bodies of her dead parents. Her thoughts aren't a safe place to be and she knows it, she tries to avoid eye contact with humans, who would surly go mad from a simple gaze.
Hair: Crimson’s hair is red, no doubt. It’s the color of fire, the natural element she was born with. Infact most of her characteristics reflect that of fire, none more so than her hair. Thick waves flow down her shoulders and rest half way down her back. Her bangs part to each side, more hair clings to the right rather than the left so her right eye is entirely covered. Her left eye has a few strands blocking your view but otherwise it’s completely visible. She believes that mortals shouldn’t make eye contact with her, as her eyes have the ability to reflect her past, she keeps them covered on purpose. Crimson doesn’t style it or cut it in certain ways, she allows it to hang freely about her shoulders and frame her face. Her hair is thick and smooth, it frizzes on hot days sometimes, and on windy days it’s a horrid mess to untangle but her mother had long hair like this, so she keeps it this way to honor her.
Body Build/Details: Crimson’s build is rather unique. She’s not petite but she’s not so blucky that she is pure muscle. She is muscular, as most lycans inherit that trait. Her shoulders are broad and powerful, more so than a normal female. She has a full figured body, something she gratefully gained from her mother. The clothing she chooses to wear show off her toned legs and arms. Her hands are soft to the touch from the years of vacation from war. There was a time whenever they were rough and she could hold the blade of a sword and jerk it from her opponent without flinching. There was also a time whenever she refused to sleep, feeling rivals were also close at hand. This rewarded her with dark circles under her eyes, now though she sleeps peacefully at night. She stands 5’8’’, a bit over average for the height of a woman. She has a small waist and toned abs. Her father was a tall and powerful man, so she towers over enemies even if she’s shorter. She appears to be a treating and sexy foe to those of any intelligence. Most enemies underestimate her and as a result most of them are dead.
Whenever she is around people her face is glowing and she eagerly hands out smiles. Whenever she’s alone, it’s another story. Her face is emotionless and cold, she is trapped in thoughts of her past. She won’t let go of it, no matter how people beg her to do it. She believes the past is the key to the future and will die saying that. Crimson can have a soft appearance when she is showing sympathy or remembering happier times of her past or horrible times, holding onto the pain. Her eyes show a distant world. She can also have an emotional side, where she blushes and stumbles over her words. Her cheeks turn a light scarlet. She is very pale ordinarily though. She has high cheek bones, making her face slender and her neck is slender as well. She has several scars upon it, one thin, long scar is across her windpipe. Another is two deep indentions on the side of her neck. She once got into a fight with a vampire and he attempted to drain her blood dry, though he was unsuccessful. The vampire had the ability to do mind control on her at one point, she had to hunt him down and kill him in order to stop it.
Deep wounds were carved into her shoulders once, whenever she was made a slave. They left horrible scars of disfigured flesh. She still remembers the pain from those nights as a slave. She bottles up her memories and move on with her life. She also has another scar that runs from her neck down to her hip, how she got it she’ll never tell anyone. There is another that she made herself, an x upon a section of her wrist. She made that x as a promise to a friend, she promised her friend she would save her one day, but her friend died right before her eyes.
Outfit: Crimson doesn’t have a specific dress or style, though she prefers black and red, she hates wearing anything else. To her black means wisdom and red means that blood from the past. Whenever she is lounging around at the Inn she wears a sweater or a t-shirt, most of the time a tank top, and either jeans or some windbreakers. Whenever she enters combat it’s a different matter entirely. She considers fighting to be an art so she wears clothes that make her seem to dazzle whenever she choose to show off her fighting skills. Still she has no specific attire.
Bio: Crimson was born 2000 years ago, in the era of Imperial Rome. She had been born into Nobel birth upon an island that was her people. Lycans had taken over an island many centuries ago and claimed it as their own territory, damning any human who dare try to step upon the soil. Even if one was foolish enough to try the scent would carry to the nostrils of the Lycans on the entire island, he would be eaten alive in a matter of minutes. Rome was considered to be the time period of intelligence, democracy, and beautiful fashions. The lycans were none of these things. They lycans preferred violence and fighting to the death for glory, honor, and pride. Competitions would be held often in a stadium, the losers would face death, while the winner would go on to become one of nobility. It wasn’t uncommon to see two lycans fighting over a slice of steak on market day. Crimson really hated their way of life but she was only a princess. Her mother and father believed whole heartedly in the lycan way of life.
Crimson’s mother was the Queen of the Lycans. She struck more fear into their hearts than the king! Her name was Rose, named after a delicate flower, what a disappointment to the flower. Rose was a harsh wench. She was a master at melee weapons and strategy, she pushed Crimson and her siblings to follow in her foot steps. Disappointment meant punishment. She took Crimson out for practice constantly, Crimson just didn’t want to learn but Rose beat that notion out of her head. Crimson’s heart hardened to the world and she became an exact image of Rose, the third b***h of the lycans.
Crimson’s father was named Virgil, he was a powerful warlock but an even more powerful swordsman. He taught his children spells and swordsmanship. He wasn’t as harsh as Rose was but he still punished failure. He hated humans and forced Crimson to hate them also. She eventually was consumed by the hatred and forgot who she really was.
Crimson had three siblings. She had two older ones, Vega and Scarlett, and one younger, Serenia. Vega had inherited their mother’s cold heart. He spent his time kidnapping humans and performing target practice on them. Whenever he was unable to harm humans he spent his time bringing the dead ones back to life and injuring animals. Vega was Rose’s pride and joy. He could summon skulls from the ground and call forth spirits. Scarlett was an arrogant and ignorant fool, though she was incredibly powerful. Scarlett was only able to transform on the night of the full moon but whenever she transformed she was unstoppable. Serenia was a gentle creature and the youngest of the siblings, she had been similar to Crimson, innocent and kind. The Lycans would soon snatch that honorable trait from her.
Shame feel on the Lycan Clan one day. Serenia had run away and taken a human male for a husband. The Lycan Clan erased her memory from the records and said that if she was ever to be seen she was to be killed on sight. Crimson had never expected to see her again, however she did. Crimson was in Rome one day, getting supplies for a travel she planned to take. She picked up the scent of Serenia and followed her home. She was shocked to find Serenia had a child and was pregnant with another. It was absolute disgrace to Lycans everywhere! Hatred and rage boiled in Crimson’s veins. She entered the home and slaughter Serenia, her husband, and the younger child. She killed her husband and the child quickly, not wanting to waste time getting to Serenia, just one quick snap of the neck was all it took. They were so fragile. Crimson took her time with Serenia. She eventually cut open her stomach and allowed her the honor of bleeding to death, purging her soul of the evil inside her. It was the customs of the Lycans. Crimson returned home and told her family the news, she was given many honors, and a feast was held in her name.
Vampires…they were no better than humans to her, she hates them even more if that was possible. They invaded her home and killed all the Lycans, the vampires took the nobles back as slaves. Crimson was assigned to become the slave of a vampire named Kaine. Vega and Scarlett had been cowards and escaped the raid from the vampires. So Crimson, her mother and father, along with some other family members had been kidnapped. Kaine took Crimson’s dagger from her and sliced two deep and painful wounds slowly into her shoulders. Blood dripped from the wounds and she could feel how excited Kaine became from that. Kaine bent down and lapped her blood up. He had commented on how divine she had tasted. He then chained her to the wall of his chambers and ripped her clothes off, being a slave she wasn’t permitted to wear clothes anymore. He raped her whenever he needed pleasure, feed her only a little amount, and only gave her blood when she was at the point of dying. He even invited his friends to join in on the fun sometimes. Then one night…the Vampires decided to hold a tournament. They decided it would be fun to see whose slave was the strongest. They organized the event and threw the lycans into a pit and stabbed them with heated pit forks until they fought. It was here…Crimson was forced to murder both her parents. She couldn’t say she loved them but they had provided for her and gave her all she needed, she killed them with great regret. Kaine had given her a pit fork and forced her to stab them over and over until they eventually were unable to heal themselves and die. It took several hours and their screams echoed through the halls. It was almost unbearable. Shortly after this, the remaining Lycans formed a revolt and forced themselves out of the lair of the Vampires. Crimson had been one of the handfuls to escape alive. It was then she realized she had aged 1000 years and was faced with a new age of time.
Crimson hated how the place was so filthy. She had been living in an apartment packed with so many people the stench was unbearable. People couldn’t or wouldn’t bath since the Black Plague had been going around. Crimson didn’t have to worry about catching something so weak to her immune system. She bathed without care. Humans were dying constantly and at such a quick pace that people couldn’t dig the graves fast enough and eventually resorted to just tossing the bodies into the ditches. It made the smell even worse. Doctors assumed that purging was the answer, that if they bleed enough blood the disease would go away but of course that only made things worse. Crimson had been unable to stand for it, so she took her belongings and moved into a cave outside of town. The smell was still horrid but it wasn’t as bad as being in it. She found she smelled of it and wouldn’t be able to hide if she needed to, what a surprise. She couldn’t say anything important happened in this time period, she was to sum it all up, bored out of her mind.
Crimson absolutely adored Henry Ford. He was such a cleaver little man. He was also the most interesting human she had seen in centuries. It was a shame to see him run out of business and his idea of a head Nazi was ridiculous. He had helped play a hand in stereotyping German citizens, which wasp pretty stupid, but she still enjoyed him none-the-less.
As time progressed science began to take over, over powering idiotic religious notions. Crimson was grateful for that but all the crap science invented gave her headaches and hurt her ears. (And I’m really bored and can’t think of anything to write, so I’m going to half a** even more from this point on.)
Crimson decided to travel across the world. She had invested in the stock market so she was incredibly wealthy. The money hadn’t brought her happiness though. She eventually found a place that was separated from the outside world. She took the land and used her money to build homes and accommodated it with showers and baths, she fashioned it to look just like feudal Japan. She then canceled all her stocks and began to live of the land. She called the place Eternity of Elements, creating various clans for certain land formations on the continent. She chose to lead the Shadow Clan and appointed people she had known from long ago into certain leadership positions if they chose. Crimson found a lover here. His name was Acheron but there was more to this man than meets the eye. He is older than her and time itself really. He had an ancient evil living inside of him and one day it erupted. It destroyed everything she ever cared about and he fled. Crimson was forced to find a new refuge. After many years of searching she found the Koumuru Continent. She found it was much like her own home. She joined the Fire Clan, taking a position as a healer. She was cold and distant, often found drinking vodka. However she meets someone named Sokotsu. They feel in love and bored three children with each other. Artemis was momma’s little girl. She was a spitting image of her also. Soktosu and Crimson divorced each other, she sent the children away, in hopes of finding a better life. A great war erupted throughout the Koumuru Continent, in hope to overthrow the leader and kick some clans into action. The Fire Clan and the Shadow Clan were basically the largest scales in the war. The Shadow Clan won, tearing apart the Inn and destroying the Land. Many were killed in the fight. The provoker of the war was eventually captured and imprisoned. Shortly after he was released and he and the leader of the Fire Clan, along with his family departed to another world to live in peace. Crimson had been named leader of the Fire Clan ever since, she hopes she can live up to the reputation of the former leader. She tries with all her might as well…. Acheron appeared again one day, at the Fire Clan, he was distant at first learning she had bore children and wed to another man. Crimson thought he would never return though. Soon their love began to stir again, but lately…she has no clue where he’s been. The Koumuru continent has basically been deserted, the Fire Clan the only clan that holds any form of life.
The Fire Clan eventually lost it's spark and power. Outsiders forced there way into the area and slowly began to take over every clan seeking domination of all life. An attack was waged on her followers and they fought a horrible battle. Their numbers were so few and everyone around her fell. Crimson was forced to evacuate and leave her home. She heard rumors of an underground for all types of races. It reminded her of Koumuru and she longed for companionship. She found the underground and made a new life here.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:14 pm
Name: Roy Fey
Nickname: Emerald Wolf
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Pure blooded Lycan
Height: 5'2
Weight: 109
Maritial Status: Single
Attitude: very humble and responsible.
Weapons: Broadsword (human)
Occupation: (searching for a job)
Abilities and Powers:
Able shape-shift into a werewolf.
Wind Magic
Bio: His parents died early and Roy was left alone to fend for himself. With his kind nature and dedication set out to find a good life in the underground with his bretheren. Not much is known but him except that he travels a lot and has knowledge of medicine and spells even though he doesn't need and can't use most of them.Extra Info: He is good around the house like cleaning and cooking Werewolf FormRoy's Appearance
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:50 pm
Name: Kari Arilei
Nicknames Gained: None.
Age: Appears 18
Gender: Female
Species: Pure Blooded Lycan
Height: 5' 7"
Weight:138
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Kari is extremely stubborn. She appears calm most of the time and is always up for a challenge. She cares deeply for people she considers friends but almost never lets it show.
Elements: Fire, water, earth, wind.
Weapons None, she feels no need for them and tends to think of Lycans who use them as weak.
Occupation: Currently none.
Abilities/Powers: Kari has the heightened senses common to all Lycans. She can control when she changes and how long the change takes. She learned some elemental magic growing up but hardly practiced after leaving the pack so she can't do much with it.
Bio: Kari has been around for longer than she cares to admit. She was found and raised by a small pack of Lycanthropes at a young age, she can't remember much from before then. They taught her many things; how to control her changes, hunt, track, etc. However, she never felt at home with them. Where this feeling came from she has no idea since they were all like family to her. This feeling got stronger as she grew older and once she felt capable enough to be on her own she left. Kari has been on her own for quite a few years now. She has spent the majority of this time searching for where she belongs and for clues about who her parents are. She found out about the Crimson Underground from a Half Blood she met while hunting and came here hoping to find the home that she has been searching for.
Appearance:
 
Extra Information: A crescent shaped sapphire hangs from a leather cord around her neck, the only thing left of her life before the pack. She has no idea who gave it to her.
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