Many years ago, before humans existed as we know them, there was a battle. Not a war, war is too great a word. It was a power struggle, between the humans of the time and the vampires. Humans had the disadvantages of weak human flesh and were incapable of healing quickly as the vampires did, and began using other, more treaterous methods of harming the vampires. Sneaking into homes, poisoning, sniping...other things not to be said here...
These vampires that were wounded gathered the scent of the human weapon that had injured them, and wanted their vengeance. The brought the weapon used to harm them and the wound to their captain. The captain agreed that no others were to harm the humans with these scents, not until the vampire agrees that the others may harm them.
At the end of this battle, when humans retreated into the light, where they could safely live, the other vampires still held the paranoia that humans were going to attack them as they slept, or ate, or watched their children. Many of them had good reason. Most humans had fled, but there were still some that believed that they could use these sneak attacks and bring an end to what they called the plague of vampires across the nation.
As time passed, these families of vampires passed down the tradition of First Blood to their children, and their children passed it down to their children, and so on. Now, vampires can blend in with humans to an extent, for their existence, while known by some, is still widely denied among them. Humans still think that they are on the top of the food chain, and are the toughest things out there. Of course, most of the time, alcohol can add to this feeling of godliness, and sometimes the vampires have been victim to these.
The rule of blood has, over the years, become stricter as the attacks became smaller, but more viscious attacks, people sure that they can kill them, or sure that they will destroy a "master vampire" and bring about the end of one they think has become plagued. Now, the rule of First Blood applies to any wound to a vampire, anything that draws blood on a vampire, from an accidental cut with a letter-opener to the first punch of a bar brawl.
In this day and age, the rule of First Blood is still running strong among the vampires, and no other dare touch one if a human has so much as accidentally papercut a vampire.
Gaia Name: CrimsonFangs
Name: Sara Lowell
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Apearance: Ms. Lowell
Personality: Shy, quiet, but she loves to go out and tease guys and have fun with her friends. She doesn't smile easily, not real ones, but when she does, people say that it's dazzling. She blushes easily, people complimenting her smile is a case-in-point to this. She's very friendly, but when she's scared or angry, she should not be messed with, and she's very protective of her friends.
Bio: Sara was born in a small town, but moved to the city when she was twelve, when her father died of cancer. She spent those first years of her life taking care of him, and watching her mother work more than she should have to take care of him and pay for his medical bills. He told her before he died that he was relieved that finally his wife and daughter would be able to be happy without having to take care of a sick old man all the time. Despite the sad time, those words actually helped Sara through it, for she knew that her father wanted them to be happy, not to cry and feel depressed about it. She brought up moving to her mother, maybe giving a different atmosphere a try and start a new life, which her mother accepted without a second thought.
Sara, after settling into her new life, went to the same school as Natasha, but didn't hang out with the same crowd. She has no knowledge of fighting, nor does she want any. She thinks that fighting is a terrible way for anyone to spend time, and she won't date a man who will fight. Not even one who will fight for her except in extreme circumstances.
She is a nursing student at the local college. She's in her sophomore year, and she's starting to get a little nervous about money since she needs to get a place of her own ince breaking up with her boyfriend, and she also needs to keep paying tuition for next semester. She's unfortunately, looking for someone at the moment who is not only nice to her (and maybe nice to look at), but someone maybe a little well-off or financially stable enough to want to help with her schooling.
She decides to leave The Vampyre's Lair early one night as her friends are trying to cheer her up. She hadn't wanted to go in the first place, but her friends had forced her, telling her this was the only way to get her ex off her mind.
Orientation: Bi-curious. Since being dumped by her boyfriend, she's been curious about what it's like to be with another woman, but she's afraid to try it out. She's much more physically attracted to males, so she thinks that she will never be able to make it in a relationsihp with another woman.
Other: Sara likes to sing, and she also likes to act. If she didn't want to be a nurse, she would be persuing an acting career. Some of her friends say that her voice can turn the wildest animal into a domesticated one.
She decides to leave the club without her friends and sees a man following her. When he gets closer to her than she liked, she freaks out and goes into her purse for her pepper-spray, and inadvertently scratching him in the arm with her fingernails.
Gaia Name: Forsaken_Blessing
Name: Darron
Age: 439
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Vampire
Personality: Darron, despite his threatening demeanor, is actually a very friendly person. He doesn't like when people are mean to others, especially if they're his friends. Of course, he considers almost anyone a friend, unless they've personally tried to kill him, or if they do something to one of his close friends. When he gets angry, he gets murderous, and doesn't stop until something is dead, despite whether it was the person who caused harm or just a random person.
Bio: He was born just after the battles had stopped, but his family had been one of the ones directly involved with the creation of First Blood. He remembers well the rule, and remembers it when it was changed. When he was six years old, he realized that he didn't like to fight, only during certain times, and when he felt that he had to. He gets more violent around the full moon, but only when he's around other vampires.
Because he had these traits, many believed that he was a 'Lunar Vampire', one that was created once upon a time by the forbidden pairing of a vampire and a lycan. He was, because of this, outcast from his home and thrown out along with his family. He didn't care though, if the vampires were so close minded, he did not need their society. He had his parents. Of course, his parents did not know of this until the elders had told him, and so cast him out in fear that he would become some sort of mutant and kill them all.
He left, and over the years eventually found his way over to the states. He learned to play the piano when he got there, having never seen one back in his homeland. He found that he was a natural at the piano, and became, for several years, a concert pianast, until the money stopped coming in and he could no longer support himself. He started many a band in the 80's, but none of them took off, mainly because he hated everything that they loved and vice versa.
His most prized possession is his piano, which he was forced to place into storage, that is, until he found an ad in the paper one day for a man looking for a roomate to share the bills. He immediately called the number and spoke to the man, Eric, about getting the apartment. He accepted, and Darron quickly moved in, having nowhere else to be.
By this point, Darron had become interested in the night scene, due to the fact that those were the people that would not call the cops on him if he were to bite them, and by the time he tried anything, they were already too drunk to do anyting to stop him.
Orientation: He is straight. He's tried the whole bisexual thing, but he doesn't find it that appealing, and chooses not to engage in it.
Other: Darron loves to play the piano. He has one at his apartment, and it sadly takes up most of his room. He doesn't mind, he doesn't need many things, as long as he has that and a bed and some black curtains to block out the sun, he's fine.
He heard about the nightclub from a friend of his, and has been anxious to check it out since then.
Name: Sara Lowell
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Apearance: Ms. Lowell
Personality: Shy, quiet, but she loves to go out and tease guys and have fun with her friends. She doesn't smile easily, not real ones, but when she does, people say that it's dazzling. She blushes easily, people complimenting her smile is a case-in-point to this. She's very friendly, but when she's scared or angry, she should not be messed with, and she's very protective of her friends.
Bio: Sara was born in a small town, but moved to the city when she was twelve, when her father died of cancer. She spent those first years of her life taking care of him, and watching her mother work more than she should have to take care of him and pay for his medical bills. He told her before he died that he was relieved that finally his wife and daughter would be able to be happy without having to take care of a sick old man all the time. Despite the sad time, those words actually helped Sara through it, for she knew that her father wanted them to be happy, not to cry and feel depressed about it. She brought up moving to her mother, maybe giving a different atmosphere a try and start a new life, which her mother accepted without a second thought.
Sara, after settling into her new life, went to the same school as Natasha, but didn't hang out with the same crowd. She has no knowledge of fighting, nor does she want any. She thinks that fighting is a terrible way for anyone to spend time, and she won't date a man who will fight. Not even one who will fight for her except in extreme circumstances.
She is a nursing student at the local college. She's in her sophomore year, and she's starting to get a little nervous about money since she needs to get a place of her own ince breaking up with her boyfriend, and she also needs to keep paying tuition for next semester. She's unfortunately, looking for someone at the moment who is not only nice to her (and maybe nice to look at), but someone maybe a little well-off or financially stable enough to want to help with her schooling.
She decides to leave The Vampyre's Lair early one night as her friends are trying to cheer her up. She hadn't wanted to go in the first place, but her friends had forced her, telling her this was the only way to get her ex off her mind.
Orientation: Bi-curious. Since being dumped by her boyfriend, she's been curious about what it's like to be with another woman, but she's afraid to try it out. She's much more physically attracted to males, so she thinks that she will never be able to make it in a relationsihp with another woman.
Other: Sara likes to sing, and she also likes to act. If she didn't want to be a nurse, she would be persuing an acting career. Some of her friends say that her voice can turn the wildest animal into a domesticated one.
She decides to leave the club without her friends and sees a man following her. When he gets closer to her than she liked, she freaks out and goes into her purse for her pepper-spray, and inadvertently scratching him in the arm with her fingernails.
Gaia Name: Forsaken_Blessing
Name: Darron
Age: 439
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Vampire
Personality: Darron, despite his threatening demeanor, is actually a very friendly person. He doesn't like when people are mean to others, especially if they're his friends. Of course, he considers almost anyone a friend, unless they've personally tried to kill him, or if they do something to one of his close friends. When he gets angry, he gets murderous, and doesn't stop until something is dead, despite whether it was the person who caused harm or just a random person.
Bio: He was born just after the battles had stopped, but his family had been one of the ones directly involved with the creation of First Blood. He remembers well the rule, and remembers it when it was changed. When he was six years old, he realized that he didn't like to fight, only during certain times, and when he felt that he had to. He gets more violent around the full moon, but only when he's around other vampires.
Because he had these traits, many believed that he was a 'Lunar Vampire', one that was created once upon a time by the forbidden pairing of a vampire and a lycan. He was, because of this, outcast from his home and thrown out along with his family. He didn't care though, if the vampires were so close minded, he did not need their society. He had his parents. Of course, his parents did not know of this until the elders had told him, and so cast him out in fear that he would become some sort of mutant and kill them all.
He left, and over the years eventually found his way over to the states. He learned to play the piano when he got there, having never seen one back in his homeland. He found that he was a natural at the piano, and became, for several years, a concert pianast, until the money stopped coming in and he could no longer support himself. He started many a band in the 80's, but none of them took off, mainly because he hated everything that they loved and vice versa.
His most prized possession is his piano, which he was forced to place into storage, that is, until he found an ad in the paper one day for a man looking for a roomate to share the bills. He immediately called the number and spoke to the man, Eric, about getting the apartment. He accepted, and Darron quickly moved in, having nowhere else to be.
By this point, Darron had become interested in the night scene, due to the fact that those were the people that would not call the cops on him if he were to bite them, and by the time he tried anything, they were already too drunk to do anyting to stop him.
Orientation: He is straight. He's tried the whole bisexual thing, but he doesn't find it that appealing, and chooses not to engage in it.
Other: Darron loves to play the piano. He has one at his apartment, and it sadly takes up most of his room. He doesn't mind, he doesn't need many things, as long as he has that and a bed and some black curtains to block out the sun, he's fine.
He heard about the nightclub from a friend of his, and has been anxious to check it out since then.
So...I'm pretty sure we both know the rules...and stuff like that. So I'mma skip that step... And since we said we were starting over...I'll start!
Darron ambled into the nightclub, 'The Vampyre's Lair', wondering who would open such a club. He'd only just heard of it, but he'd heard from this friend (well, if he could be called a friend), that it had been running for a few months. He wondered how he hadn't heard of it before. It sort of stood out against the rest of town, illuminated by lights and a fog-machine, with gaudy lights and the place was practically made out of shining black leather. It drew in the Gothic persuasion rather well. Whoever, or whatever, had decided to open up business here would make a lot of money very fast before probably going bankrupt by the end of the year. Clubs didn't last long in this city.
The vampire shrugged, not worrying too much about it. He got his hand stamped, payed to get in, then headed outside to wait for his roommate with a small smile on his face, thinking that he wasn't going to show. He wondered if he should call the boy, but decided against it. He took a deep breath and swallowed. So much fresh blood all around him, it'd be impossible for him to leave without feeding. He was getting much too hungry just sitting here outside as all of the young ones came around with their fake IDs and leather corsets. It reminded him of just how long it'd been since he'd fed, and he felt his eyes beginning to change, felt the red start to bleed into them.
Darron took another deep breath, forcing the blood from his eyes, forcing his fangs from growing out just yet. He couldn't have people coming up to him to ask him questions, he was much too hungry, and he couldn't have people seeing him taking a victim where he was, standing right outside the nightclub. He almost wished he smoked, for it would give him something to do besides inhale the toxic scent of the rich blood that was all around him. So...maybe coming out tonight had been a bad idea, spoke the rational part of his brain. But, his instincts told him that tonight would be well worth the suffering.
The vampire shrugged, not worrying too much about it. He got his hand stamped, payed to get in, then headed outside to wait for his roommate with a small smile on his face, thinking that he wasn't going to show. He wondered if he should call the boy, but decided against it. He took a deep breath and swallowed. So much fresh blood all around him, it'd be impossible for him to leave without feeding. He was getting much too hungry just sitting here outside as all of the young ones came around with their fake IDs and leather corsets. It reminded him of just how long it'd been since he'd fed, and he felt his eyes beginning to change, felt the red start to bleed into them.
Darron took another deep breath, forcing the blood from his eyes, forcing his fangs from growing out just yet. He couldn't have people coming up to him to ask him questions, he was much too hungry, and he couldn't have people seeing him taking a victim where he was, standing right outside the nightclub. He almost wished he smoked, for it would give him something to do besides inhale the toxic scent of the rich blood that was all around him. So...maybe coming out tonight had been a bad idea, spoke the rational part of his brain. But, his instincts told him that tonight would be well worth the suffering.
