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 Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 9:16 pm
 Stats & Cert
 Name: Aponi
Nickname: The Shadow
Species: Zamphir
Age: 123
Height: 5ft 4inches
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Monster Hunter
Mate: None at this time
Love Interest: None at this time
Personality: Depends on the day, and the crowd
Extra: Bonded to Jaq (her companion/pet bat)
Name: Jaq
Species: Vampire Bat
Age: 118
Height: 9inches
Wing span: 27inches
Occupation: Teacher, companion, troublemaker, hunter
Personality: When not working, mischievously playful, when working serious
Extra: Able to speak, and has a knowledge of monsters & lore surpassing that of Aponi + due to bonding w/Aponi, he can only die when Aponi dies (This does not mean he can't get hurt.)
Aponi & Jaq
A memory still lay etched in her mind of the moment she first drew breath, that same moment her mother had drawn her last, killed at the hands of her vampiric father. Such was the way of most offspring of her nature, a most unholy nature of living dead merging with mortality to result in a creature neither mortal, nor undead, a Zamphir.
It was her first moments of life that set the path for her. For in those first moments of her life, she watched not only her mother, but also her vampiric father die at the hands of a slayer. That same slayer later became what she called father, a man who would train her up in the ways of a hunter.
Starting at the age of 5 when he first saw signs of her uniqueness, and first began to fear her, he decided through love to teach her to control that inner beast, and to use those gifts she was born privy to in order to clear the world shells of evil. An apt pupil, she learned the tricks of the trade quicker than any mortal could, at the age of 12 she slayed her first monster, and by 14 she was an unstoppable foe against all things that go bump in the night.
However, unlike her father she did not feel that all creatures not mortal were evil, her father had shown her love, and she had loved him, in her own way. She could not fathom how a creature who could love, could be evil, for while she was not wholly good she was also not evil herself. It wasn't until her 16th year that such a standpoint caused friction between her and the father, she had loved.
Failing to kill a lycanthrope child when ordered to do so for the belief in his innocence in the circumstances given for his death warrant. Going head on head against her father, saving the innocent child, and forever breaking the delicate bond between herself and her father, he sent her away with two warnings, "Be safe, strong, and do what's right, but never cross my path again." and "If you ever hear of you loosing yourself to the beast, and turning evil, I will stalk you down myself and kill you." Love had been the only reason her father had let her live, it was also the reason he sent her away. Yes, that moment was the moment that caused a great division between her and her adopted father; that was the moment they parted ways.
It has been eons, since then, she had stopped counting the years, but she was no longer a teenager. Like her vampiric father she was trapped in a body that never aged, appearing in age to be somewhere in her later 20's. Yet instead of feeding on the week she was is her teacher had brought her up to be, she is a Hunter.
About Jaq
In the fall of her 7th year while she was still learning how to control her "hunger" she found him. He was in a cage in a traveling van of some strangely dressed faekats, who she later would learn were called Gypsies. It was in one of these Gypsy traveling homes that she had stumbled upon late at night. Having lost her way, and feeling hunger she remembered her father words to her. "If you must drink blood, Do not drink from a mortal when the hunger hits, for the blood of animals will sustain you."
So it was with that knowledge that she next acted. Into the cage, where the sleeping bat was, did her paws creep. Quickly snatching him and bringing him to her lips, she began to drink. Only something odd happened. it was as her fangs bit down on his body that that vampire bat broke his own fangs against her form. The blood circled into her, and into him and then back into her and a bonding of sorts occurred the bats mind was opened to her, and her mind to the bat, lost in this transaction her body drank of it's own accord.
She would have killed the bat had not a scream broke the sounds of the camp music. A scream from the very room she was in. Startled she dropped the bat and looked up at the gypsy boy, a child, who had entered to see her in the act. In a few moments the room was filled with grown gypsies who circled her in anger.
However it was an old withered woman who stepped forward from the mass, her eyes a deep brown, yet there seemed more life in those eyes then the others, it was with those unique eyes so filled with life that she examined the intruder, and then gave a soft nod. "Leave us be." she said to the others. A young male made to complain but his ruffed complaint was pushed aside by a simple motion of her withered paw, to which he said no more. He left with a glare at the zamphir child that had come into their camp.
The lady she would later find out was named Rose. She was the wise woman of the group, gifted with many abilities, not unlike a witch. She took Aponi by the paw and read her spirit, discerning that the child meant no harm she treated her as a friend.
A whole 3 hours went of conversation between her and the woman, in the end the woman picked up the bat, and put her paws over it with a whispered word the bat was healed of its wound and then handed over to Aponi who looked at the bat confused.
"He is yours now, you have bonded with him, and like you he is young. But give him time, he'll grow and from him you'll learn many secrets that will help keep you alive little Zamphir."
Blinking she took the bat in her paws and put it in the offered cage the woman had held out to her while she spoke, she didn't say anything, not knowing what to say, but feeling that the woman's words held something important in them. Grasping the cage from the woman, she stood as the woman did."
"Now let us go out and join the fires warmth, tonight you stay with us, tomorrow we'll take you home."
She nodded, stood up, and followed the woman outside. As she stepped from the wheeled house the woman gave a nod to those around and the air of tension that had been there vanished. Music started up, individuals began to dance and she sat next to the fire and listened to stories spun by gifted story tellers.
At some point in the night she had fallen asleep, but when she woke up she was no longer with them, instead she was in front of her fathers home. Next to her was a blanketed cage, and upon it were two notes, one for her, and one for her father. The one to her instructed her on how to care for the bat, while the one for her father told of the mishap and explained that the bat was now and forever would be, bonded to the child Zamphir.
Current Active Roleplays
None at this time
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 9:17 pm
 Stats & Certs
  Name: Jakob Nyte
Age: Unknown
Sire: Unknown
Clan Nosferatu
Bloodline: Galloi
Mate: None
Romantic Interest: None
Ghoul: None
Children: None at this time
Pet: None at this time
Turned: No One
Disciplines: Taurobolium, Nightmare, Obfuscate, Majesty
Bloodline Specialty: The Kindred of this bloodline come from the Nosferatu, those monstrous creatures fearsome in flesh and spirit. Unlike other bloodlines in this clan, the Galloi are able To temporarily put at bay his clan inherited curse by bathing in his own blood, Once he withdraws from his bath, his monstrous flesh is replaced with an eerily perfect figure.
Weakness: Even when beautiful, the vampire still suffers from the normal Nosferatu weakness. The creature’s looks are now too perfect, and such perfection is disturbing.
quote="Bloodlines-The Legendary"
The Galloi are called the “Pretties” for a reason. Some Nosferatu might be monstrous, eerie or freakish in subtle ways, but few of them would be called beautiful. This bloodline, on the other hand, is beautiful, in a manner of speaking — if the vampire bathes in his own blood. [...] If he does this, he emerges from the bath changed. No longer hideous, he's a creature of alien beauty. [..] If he does not immerse himself in another appropriate bloodbath before the effect wears off, (a couple of days) he wakes up the following night with a body more unsettling than that of other Nosferatu. His appearance becomes skeletal, his body a set of bones draped with a shriveled veneer. [...] he also emits an odor of moldering earth and putrescence.
 Jakob NyteWith Blood I bring you BeautyFrom the Clan Nosferatu come the Galloi
 Fire, and smoke. Those were the first things he could remember. That and some strange monster hovering over his form. It pulled his charred body from the ash of a burning building, into an ally way. The last thing he saw, and felt, was that hideous form pulling him to his wide grin to it's mouth and just before it bit down on him he passed out.
He had no recollection of his life prior to the incident. The trauma of the event that had proceeded that had been wiped clean from his mind. Instead, he found himself waking in an apartment room he did not know, in the middle of the night in agony. The fur of his body had been burnt from him leaving nothing but ripped flesh, he felt a hunger begin to grow inside of him, yet it was the pain of his insides that took over him causing him to shake violently. It was as if they were being ripped from him while he lay, though he knew better; he was alone. So tightly in that bed he lay shaking, holding his form in a fetal position as the pain coursed through his body.
Not once did it stop, there was no relief from this internal torture. During the second, third and fourth days, dead skin begins to coarsen and stretch across his form, and bruises began to appear on his flesh all the while that internal pain never letting up.
By the end of the week the pain was excruciating, remembering back he still shudders recalling how bone would push through skin ripping it open as it stretched and warped his form, the pain of this was the worst, at times he thought he was truly going to die, but then it stopped, and the pain subsided.
However were pain had been an uncanny hunger took it's place, in its own right it was painful. He rummaged through his cupboards trying to find food, finding a few scraps he quickly downed the food only to find himself moments later in the bathroom throwing it up. It was at this point that she walked in.
Who ever she was she seemed to know him, but he didn't know her. No his brain couldn't even think about such things the scent of her, the sound of her beating heart, he reacted with out thinking, and lunged at her, she screamed and in that moment as he felt her life force pour down his gullet he felt relief for the first time.
Relief lasted only moments as soon the spirit had left the females body. He dropped the corpse, horrified at what he had done, but it had seemed so right at that moment, and that though horrified him even more. With bloody tears he moved to the bathroom, locked the door turned on the hot water. As if trained by a routine he didn't remember he began to add salts and scents to the tub and as the hot water burned his stretched skin he lay down in the tub. In his right paw a razor, and with that, after turning the water off he sliced his wrists open and waited to die. His blood poured out into the water and his body sank, unconsciousness found him, and with a smile on his face his body seemed to die.
It had been a couple of hours since his body had moved, he should be dead, but the slight motion of a toe said otherwise. As if from a deep sleep with in the blood filled water brown eyes opened and startled and gasping for air he sat up from the dark liquid. Looking down at the blood filled water he knew the blood was his own but as he brought his wrists up for his inspection he saw the unblemished fur covered wrist, no sign of bleeding had been made.
Coughing a bit and startled at his appearance he came up outta the murky red water and stood letting the drips fall down his form. And as he looked down at himself he fell in awe of his own body. No longer the twisted ugly thing that had laid in the water. No this time in place of such a horrid vision he saw silken fur covering his fae body and as he reached for a towel to dry off it was apparent that this new beautiful fur was as soft as that of a new born babe, lush and beautiful, like nothing he'd ever seen before.
Stepping completely from the waters and wrapping the towel about himself he came to stand looking in the mirror at his reflection. But the beautiful creature he saw looking back at him, it wasn't right, something about it felt almost unearthly. But he knew it was him.
Feeling as if walking in a dream he moved from the bathroom and then froze. The body was gone, but another had taken it's place. A woman as beautiful as he had seen himself to be, but more so to his eyes sat upon the bed. With out a word she stepped up to him, helped him dress and gently let him out into the night sky as she spoke to him.
"Glad to see you are awake now, I bet you have a lot of questions my Fellow Galloi. But rest assured, we have all the time in the world. And your questions will be answered."
He would later find out that that beautiful vampire was not his sire, his sire had abandoned him, and for such a crime had been hunted and killed. She was to be his teacher, and teach him she did. Many things he learned of his new nature, of what he was, and while he didn't remember his past, he now had a future to look forward to, and in the place of pain and emptiness he had found something more rewarding, a new world to discover, and a new family, a family of vampires called the Galloi.
Current Active Roleplays
None currently
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 9:18 pm
 Stats & Cert
 Name: Twinkle
Nickname: Twink
Race: Star Catcher
Age: 5
Height: 2ft 4inches
Eye Color: blue
Alignment: Good
Occupation: being cute count?
Mate: ewww!
Love Interest: that's gross
Personality: Intelligent, creative, playful, but withdrawn.
Parents: Orphan
Fav Song: Twinkle Twinkle little star
Extra: Her star buddy is an intricate part of who she is, always by herside, always helping her.
Twinkle
 At five one wouldn't expect to have much to say about ones life, after all the life of a 5 year old tends to be non existent in the scheme of many, many, years that will and do pile upon an individual through out their life. One would think that, until they saw her, a lonely little girl, covered in dirt, and wearing nothing but her tattered clothes.
Like a street urchin she wandered about with her star, walking with it tied to her like a ballon, and when her legs got too tired that little star would give her a ride. That star was her best friend, she didn't have a name for her star, not once had she thought it needed a name. she knew it was alive, it talked, and when she cried it warmed her heart. It was a lovely star, it was a special star.
She had once asked the star why she didn't have a mommy or daddy and the star had told her that they died, together, protecting her. "That's why I am here" the star would always say at the end. "I am their wish given form. Their love, their want for you to be safe, their sacrific of themselves for you, all of it was so strong, so pure, it was the best wish. That is why I was born, and why I am here." On those nights when she felt the most alone that story was told her and always made her feel better. It was like having her star was her way of having her mommy and daddy close to her.
So aside from somehow surviving with just herself and her star, what could she say about her life? Nothing much, she was bright, warm hearted, intelligent. But that could be said of many, a traveler, never having a home of her own, so there wasn't much in the way of materials to define her as some did. No what really defined her was the people with whom she left her prints. Coming into their lives briefly and at a time it would seem they needed someone the most.
That makes since though doesn't it? After all she's a star catcher, she catches stars and trains them to grant wishes for others. It would stand to reason that when an individual was at a dark part in their life, their wishes would be much stronger, and easier to hear. So often when a wish was very strong, her star would tell her about it, and she'd go where her star led her, find those wishers, and grant their wishes. Yet always she learned something in the process both about stars, and life.
Yes she did help them, but they helped her to, teaching her the lessons of life.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 9:21 pm
Cert & Stats
 Name: Violet
Nickname: Vi
Race: Witchy
Age: 16 and growing
Height: 5'7
Alignment: Good
Occupation: Charm Maker?
Mate: maybe some day
Love Interest: none at this time
Personality: Intelligent, happy, helpful, warm hearted
Unseen Markings  This tattoo is on her right shoulder blade. It's a mark given to her by her Mema, the woman who raised her. This specific mark is a mark of linage, showing the bearer to have a specific family knowledge, as the old woman had no offspring herself, and had not only raised but taught Vi as her mother had taught her, she blessed Vi the day she gave this mark, and making Vi her apprentice taught her all she knew.
Extra: No parents, raised by a kind old witch.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 7:44 am
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