Accepted ProfilesI am manipulated by the one they call:
ThEndOfHeartache927
My name is:
Danielle Abrigo
I'm what they call:
A vampire; the boys around here call me "The Seductress," but only when they want to get in my pants.
How can I be so old, yet so young?
112, but I sure as hell don't look it.
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
I have flowing, wavy red hair down past my shoulder blades. It glimmers in any sort of light. My body looks as if it's carved out of marble, and is cold as such. My facial features are flawlessly sculpted, with high cheek bones and a heart-shaped mouth that usually has a smile - be it a smile of kindheartedness or coldheartedness, one never knows. My body is voluptious, so I've been told. I'm not one to go on an ego trip, but I guess everyone is allowed one once in a while. In the twenty two human years I had, I filled out nicely. The only thing marring my otherwise beautious body are the scars on my first two fingers of my right hand...
It's just who I am, you know?
My personality fluctuates. Some people even call me bipolar, but I don't think so. I can be a b***h, but so can't anyone? My heart is generally in the right place, but sometimes people will just catch me in a bad mood.
Does it really matter?
I'm straight. Normally. Sometimes I like to delve into the same sex... It can't hurt, right?
Would you like to hear about me?
My life story is too bland to be told... But I suppose I shall, in doubt that you'll listen.
Before my twentysecond birthday, my life was bland, dull. I was born on June second, 1896. And then killed the same day, except this time in the year 1918. I was on the way home from a local bar - my friends had gone off in seperate directions. I was stumbling along, somewhat tipsy - it was my birthday, after all - when a man that I did not know came up to me, pressed me against the alley wall, and bit into my neck, draining my life out of those two, small puncture wounds.
I woke up in his arms what he told me was a year later. I found it hard to believe I had been out that long. When he told me what I had become, I was in even more disbelief. There was no way I was a
vampire. Simply impossible.
All the same, I couldn't help but to trust him, and eventually I believed what I had come... only after, of course, I attempted to walk into the sunlight. Well, I didn't so much as walk, as stick my hand out of a window. I pulled it back before any real damage was done, but the first two fingers of my hand - above the first knuckle - are permanently scarred.
Ever since then, I've been hiding in shadows. That is, until, the supernatural came out of the cobwebs of myth and history and began to roam the streets like normal people. In 2007, Blood Manor was constructed. This is where I took my first permanent residence since 1919. It's all been a blur to me, but it's nice to settle in.
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I am manipulated by the one they call:
ThEndOfHeartache927
My name is:
Erik. Let's leave it at that.
I'm what they call:
I'm a witch - a pretty powerful one at that, if I do say so myself.
How can I be so old, yet so young?
Just a mere twenty three.
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
My black hair is long enough to graze the middle of my neck. It's streaked with blood-red. The color greatly compliments my blue, blue eyes, which are set in a very masculine face. My body is strong, but not "buff." I'm tall - about six feet.
It's just who I am, you know?
Arrogant at times, but who isn't? I guess I'm pretty kind-hearted, though... Usually pretty sarcastic.
Does it really matter?
I'm like my adoptive sister, Danielle - normally straight, but I have nothing wrong with endeavors with the same sex.
Would you like to hear about me?
When I was a teenager - maybe fourteen years old - I was left out on the streets. My parents thought I worked for Satan because of my strange "powers" and my practicing witchcraft. Needless to say, they didn't very much support this new "making supernatural beasties legal" s**t. Danielle found me one night and brought me to Blood Manor, and I've been there ever since.
Anything else you'd like to know?
My natural born powers consist of blending in subtly with my environment - almost like a chameleon, but not precisely. I can also manipulate light.
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R.I.P. Victoria/Tori (Kryptonite120's character.)__________________________________________
I am manipulated by the one they call:
NativeForeigner
My name was:
That’s not important,
But, if you must know,
It was Haimon Spyridon
That much I remember
I'm what they call:
A Wraith
How can I be so old, yet so young?
My age has been long forgotten
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
Beautiful isn’t the word for it…
I wish you could see my face,
I think I used to be quite handsome,
But that’s long past now…
It's just who I am, you know?
I’m dark, gloomy, and have a short temper.
I don’t like talking to people, but I love mischief.
I have a dark sense of humor and I don’t think many other things are funny.
I prefer to stay in the shadows.
I’m not sure if I’ve always been this way…
Does it really matter?
No, it doesn’t,
Not anymore…
Would you like to hear about me?
I wish I could tell you,
I remember virtually nothing from before becoming a wraith
Anything else you'd like to know?
I wish to someday become a reaper, so that I may regain my memories and find why I’ve become what I am.
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I am manipulated by the one they call:
WithPain
My name is:
Adele
I'm what they call:
Vamp
How can I be so old, yet so young?
19
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
I'm about 5'5". I have shamrock green eyes. My hair is black and falls a few inches past my shoulders, except for my side swept bangs. My eyes are outlined with black eyeliner; although I am a vampire I do enjoy trying to look my best. I have naturally straight hair. I'm slim in figure, but not to the point of bones sticking out nor am I near to being flat chested.
It's just who I am, you know?
I'm heedless, impatient, short-tempered, affectionate and very curious. I'd rather keep my thought to myself rather than burdening other with them.
Does it really matter?
Straight, but I like to play
Would you like to hear about me?
I was born in April of 1989 in a small town called, Dashmere. I had a fairly normal childhood until mid summer of 1999. My family had taken in a man, who went by the name of Raven. In exchange for shelter he would help around the house, doing chores and such. One night my parents had him watch me, yet they didn't expect me to be gone when they returned home. I didn't know where he took me, other than the house that became my "home". After a few months I gave in to his commands and soon forgot about my past. Little by little he let me explore the house on my own; it was rather large and took a majority of my free time away. Finally, when all of my trust was put in him, he deceived me. At the age of twelve, I was handed over to his higher up for one year. There I kept locked up in a seven by seven foot room, containing nothing but a bare mattress, and a side table with a candle upon it. Confused and torn I wept numerous nights away. Only twice was I taken out of the room, once for my transformation and once when I was to leave. Since, that one night, I have yet to see Raven and although I miss him I've dealt with my pain.
Anything else you'd like to know?
I'm a pessimist and exceed in psychokinesis.
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I am manipulated by the one they call:
TheD0cter
My name is:
Joshua Shield
I'm what they call:
Lycanthrope
How can I be so old, yet so young?
104
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
Human
Wolf
It's just who I am, you know?
I rather dislike violence and love to run and climb. Though I'm not that sociable (my father referred to me as a lone wolf) I rather fancy the idea of love and believe it is everything that which we need yet sadly that emotion eludes me....
Does it really matter?
I go for the females, they are quite....pleasent to spend time with.
Would you like to hear about me?
I was young lad who lived on the road with my father. We traveled far and wide learning about legends, well one day my father learned about a legend that made him grin like a mad man. Werewolves. My father became quite obsessed with them and whenever a wereolf was supposedly spotted we would travel there immediatly. Well one day after he heard about an attack on an entire village my father dragged me to the gruesome site of death and carnage. After spending two nights in the "village of the dead" as my father reffered to it we were about to leave when we heard a howl. Then out of no where a giant wolf lunged at us and snapped my fathers neck with it's slavering maw. As I ran the wolf easily caught up with me, which for some odd reason didn't produce fear but annoyance in my young heart. The beast lunged after me and caught my ankle in it's maw, breaking the bone clean in half. Even though I would like to say I stood up to it with bravery and got revenge for my father the sad truth is that I passed out from the pain of my freshly broken ankle. When I came to the wolf was gone and my ankle was wrapped up and set with a brace. I'm not sure how I managed but I did make it to the village but my fathers corpse was no where to be found, so I sadly figured the wolf must have taken it and eaten it. I rested awhile in that "village of the dead" but began to have nightmares about slaughtering innocent people. After a few weeks and wagon came and helped me get to the next village where I could get proper treatment for my leg and a decent meal. Then one night it happened I turned, but for some reason I did not go berzerk and kill every living thing, I just ran awile in the woods until I came across a wild elk and had myself a grissly feast of blood and raw venison. Shortly after my transformation my ankle healed up right as rain and I began my journey alone in this world.
Anything else you'd like to know?
I'm secretly in love with a good cup of hot cocoa
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I am manipulated by the one they call:
Kathryn Moondancer
My name is:
Bethany Tiano
I'm what they call:
Human
How can I be so old, yet so young?
19
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
Flawless? I don't see why people would think that...
It's just who I am, you know?
Bethany has a hard time warming up to people, as she is extremely shy and more than a touch naive. However, she is also insatiably curious. Put her in a library and she will try to read every non-fiction book she can get her hands on. Set her in front of a computer, and she will be zipping all over the net, trying to learn new things. And when she tires of that, she will start taking the computer apart to see if she can get it running faster. Her curiousity and high intellect make a great combination, it doesn't always work out for the best, especially since she has turned her curiousity towards the paranormal.
Does it really matter?
She's pretty sure that she prefers men... but that has yet to be tested.
Would you like to hear about me?
Bethany grew up in a nearby town. Having a slightly higher than average intellegance, she skipped grades left and right, and entered into college on a full scholarship when she was only 15. Unfortuantly, there are some things that she could never learn from a book as well as she could first hand, so even though she has graduated from college two years ago, she is still so very naive. Wanting to get out from her parents' roof, she moved, and due to her young age, is working for a local coffee shop, instead of her dream job as a biologist. She keeps in contact with her parents on a regular basis, but didn't have much in the way of friends in school, and doesn't have any now.
Anything else you'd like to know?
Bethany is curious about the paranormal, and Blood Manor, and many other things that most girls her age usually have experienced. She is as close to a true innocent any paranormal could find, in and out of the bed. At least, for the time being...
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I am manipulated by the one they call:
((VanessaVamp13))
My name is:
((Elizabeth))
I'm what they call:
((VampWolf))
How can I be so old, yet so young?
((Looks 16 is actually 108"))
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
((I dont have a pic yet...But ill describe her. She is about 5' 8", Has long black hair, is pretty skiny but not skiny enough to look ill, her eys change color, looks young and old at the same time.))
It's just who I am, you know?
((Is usually very kind unless hungry or annoyed))
Does it really matter?
((Straight))
Would you like to hear about me?
((Shes kind of lost in the vampire world. Since shes half vampire half wolf its hard to fit into either one. Shes always lived alone, and now shes decieded to go live with other people))
Anything else you'd like to know?
((Liz has a variety of powers due to her power of picking up powers [a weaker version of the actual power]))
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I am manipulated by the one they call:
TheD0cter
My name is:
Sebastian Crow (or Ashe as some of my friends call me)
I'm what they call:
An Immortal, though I can in a way die, but it's what mortals call a coma.
How can I be so old, yet so young?
Ever since I reached my 20th year I have never changed. Even though in truth I am almost 182 years old.
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
It's just who I am, you know?
I've seen the world countless times and have come to realize how precious the short lives around me are. If I can find a way without killing someone than I will, though I realize that sometimes that is just wishful thinking and killing is the only option. I'd prefer to do manual labor because I it truly makes me feel like I have a purpose in this never ending life of mine.
Does it really matter?
Women, I've tried only a few men over my long years but decided ultiamtely it's women that are my cup of tea.
Would you like to hear about me?
I was born in the year 1826 in a little town known as Kimswick, MO. My father owned a small store, while my mother made a living as a seamstress. I lived a pretty normal life until I turned 27 when I was "killed". At the age of 25 I became a deputy, nothing special just a small town boy who looked up to lawmen. I realized the sheriff was crooked and when he found out I knew, he wasted no time in silencing me. He shot me in the chest twice and everything went black. Apparently I was buried in an old cemetary for almost 11 years. When I woke up I found myself in a coffin with bugs crawling over my body. Now as the normal man I believed I was, I lost all pretenses of being brave and courageous and yelled until my voice was hoarse. After my voice gave out I began to beat my fists against the wood until the rotted wood of my coffin fell in burying me in dirt; thus from there I commenced to dig myself out of the ground. Now I've heard that "real men" don't cry, well then I suppose I'm not a real man, because when I felt the cool air of the world upon my face I cried tears of joy for what seemed hours.
I finally gathered myself up and walked until I came across the town with which I lived. Now even in my high of happiness of being out of the ground I had enough mind not to just walk into the town. I pulled my hat low and avoided looking people in the face. Luckily no one seemed to register who I was until I made it to my house. The look on my father's face as he looked upon his dirt covered son almost had me weeping agian for I saw three things in his eyes. Fear, happineess, and hope. He said one word in a voice that trembled, "Son?" and when I nodded he leapt from his chair and embraced me. After awhile he finally calmed down, so I asked him some question. Apparently the sheriff retired a year after killing me, though no one knew he had killed me, and my mother had died by some brigands on her way to see my aunt who lived in New Orleans. I was sad for a while after hearing of my mother's death and promised myself I would visit her grave.
After learning where the ex-sheriff lived I bid my father goodbye and with clean clothes I went to pay my killer a visit. When I reached the sheriff's house I heard children laughing and remembered that when I died he had had a 2 year old girl and from the sounds he had had a couple more. I walked up to the front door and made sure my hat covered my face when I was ready I knocked it. The man who answered the door was a man who looked like he had lived a good and decent life, not one with a past of murder. He smiled as he asked who was but his smile turned into frightened thin line when he heard my voice. He asked if he could have one last word with his family before I "talked" to him. I nodded and so he quickly returned with a tear in his eye. We walked to his barn and he confessed his sins to me, even though I already knew them. Apparently he thought I was the angel of death in the form of the one man he killed in cold blood. I grinned as I looked into his eyes and I knew that what he had done had haunted him every night ever since he did it. I talked to him and he finally realized I wasn't going to kill him, that no one had to know of what he did to me, but instead I asked him to have his family remember my name, so that if I ever needed help I could call upon his kin and blood to help me.
Ever since than I traveled around the world sending letters to my father and visiting my mother's grave. When my father died in 1875 I buried him next to my mother knowing that it is what he would have wanted. Then I had two graves to visit. While in my travels I have "died" 6 times. The first you already know of. The second and third I was stabbed in a bar fight. The fourth I was ran over by an automobile. The fifth I was hung, and the sixth I was shot again this time in the head, though I htink if the bullet had stayed in my head I would not be traveling to this day. I've been a bounty hunter most of my unnatural life but I've also worked as a miner, a clerk, a sailor, a soldier for two wars, and a bodyguard. Now adays I just travel again seeing how things have changed.
Anything else you'd like to know?
I play the harmonica, which I leared during my time in the war.
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I am manipulated by the one they call:
nickyorany
My name is:
Arron toshiro
I'm what they call:
Oni-Ryuu ((demon dragon))
How can I be so old, yet so young?
no age, just existence from the beginning of the Black Era
I'm flawlessly beautiful, don't you think?
It's just who I am, you know?
dark, distant, unmerciful
Does it really matter?
straight
Would you like to hear about me?
born from demons raised by angels this dark bounty hunter that collects the souls of the dark and unholy and who disobey the codes
he was born during the black era a time in which a full front assault was waged between heaven and hell after many hard battles the winners where heaven and the demons crawled back into there hole leaving behind a small oni-ryuu and was trained to fight the forces of evil
Anything else you'd like to know?
he has the wings of a dark dragon (i know it looks like bat wings deal with it
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