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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:48 pm
I am called: Rahne
I have lived for: 113 years
I am a: Male
I am of the Werewolf Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Born into a pack with much power, his brother Jasper is now leader of the werewolves in the war for power and land. He was raised to despise all other races and taught that the Lycans were supirior. He doesn't like violence but acts as his brother's right hand. Scouting and taking care of things when Jasper is too "busy" to do things himself. Being the brother of Jasper the females are often after him, wanting to have a rank of power as Rahne's mate, but uninterested Rahne often goes off by himself wondering the lands claimed by his kind.
I have chosen to support: The werewolves
Look at what I can do: Werewolf Form
More about me: Rahne is content in the shadow of his brother and is often bored with the ideas of war, he doesn't like being the center of attention and is often by himself, but whether or not he likes being alone is unknown.
My master: Alikzander
I am called: Ayra SinClaire
I have lived for: 106
I am a: Female
I am of the Werewolf Clan
My story has been told through the winds: It all started with a death. One simple death of her beloved little sister. She was only three when she died. Three in human years that is. The little girl's name was Ana. Ana and Ayra SinClaire were the only two children in the SinClaire clan and when Ayra's father died in the war, her mother taken into slavery and Ana used as a sacrifice to the Vampire Gods, Ayra was totally lost and broken. She was taken captive at the age of twelve in the human age and escaped with two younger boys three years later. Ever since then, she has been wandering. Befriending few and trusting almost none, Ayra wasn't happy when she heard of the rumor that the Great War that claimed her family was going to be started up once more. Actually, she was so furious, she took out an entire camp of vampires [a total of fourteen fledgings] single-handedly.
Ana and her mother and father all remain, to this day, in Ayra's mind. She can't ever stop thinking about them, especially Ana.
I have chosen to support: Lycans
More about me: Ayra is a lone wolf. She has few friends and does not listen to Jasper's orders that he gives to the wolf society. She would rather fight for her own reasons, rather than someone else's.
My master: Nesessara
I am called: Jasper Aldaine
I have lived for: 118
I am a: male
I am of the Werewolf Clan
My story has been told through the winds: As a future leader of the race he was trained to feel like a king and that only his kind should live, but as all great leaders do he only took in half of what he was learned and let the rest show it self to him. He has also felt a pull of the tides over his life span as if he was a puppet on some grand string being pulled along by fate till he couldn't take it any more. Many female Werewolf flirt with him and his family for power so at a young age Jasper started to ignore them or use them depending on the day and his needs. Jasper only felt alive when his brother was around after all he was the only one who was still around that Jasper would trust his life to.
I have chosen to support: lycans
Look at what I can do: are you ready
More about me: Jasper loves the sent of blood and enjoys war to a sick level yet he has tried to avoid it leading to rumors that he is bluffing his love for gore. He love the prime light and feels as if he was born to rule everything
My master:
Name: Zeke
Age: 50
Sex: Male
Race: Lycan
Bio: Zeke was nothing but a peasant before his family was attacked because of the war. A coven of vampires killed off all of his siblings and his mother, his father was a victim to the war as well, serving Jasper until his last breath. When he was just a pup his village was a battleground, after the death of his family he threw himself in the battle, killing several vampires. His efforts were noticed by Jasper and was given a home in the lycan stronghold. He fills his time running errands for Jasper and Rahne, seeing that everyone is doing their job while the lycan leaders are taking care of more important things. He hopes one day to play a more important part in the war.
Side: Lycan
Look at what I can do: Zeke
More about me: He strives to impress Jasper and dislikes Rahne quite a bit because of how careless he is in regards to the war.
Username Alikzander
I am called: Snow
I have lived for: 123, appears 21
I am a: Female
I am of the Werewolf Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Her family lived through the old war. Remained intact and alive. Remained strong. That made it a good target for one of the new vampire uprisings. Her pack was attacked, all fought, most died. She had been 13 at the time. She had watched her brothers, sisters, cousins, father, mother, grandparents, everyone be killed, sucked of life or slashed apart. She had fled, becoming an urchin in a nearby city, living off the streets and people, her heart and soul broken. As she grew in the rough, harsh world of being homeless she healed, her soul rising back up, life becoming important again. Her heart healed, but scarred and just as brutal as the massacre that had broken it.
She soon realized that neither species nor family mattered for any. Just because she was a were didnt mean she could count on others to help her.. infact many saw her as a threat. She grew avoiding and almost despising all life, no matter what breed. She only cared for one thing, money. Money to buy food. Money to buy shelter. Money to live. She learned to live by coin, either working for it, or stealing it... or killing for it.
This was where she found her market. People would pay high coin to have someone killed, or beaten, or robbed, or humiliated... almost anything. She started offering these things. By the time she was 20 she was wanted for murder, theft... even rape, though those accounts were faulty. She had been to jail multiple times, been captured, beaten, caged. But she either was bailed out by some person who wanted their job done, or she broke out.
The years have been the same since then. Hiding, working.. being paid, moving to the next town. Not asking questions, attacking those who did. It became a blurr. Then the vampires started rising again.. the war threatened to start again.. and her market became more lucrative.
I have chosen to support: Whoever pays.
Look at what I can do: Wolf form.
Were form
More about me: During my travels I have gained things. Magical devises, favors.. among these I have gathered a 4 and a half foot long broad sword, a dagger magicked to always return to the hand that threw it, and four rings, that when worn give the control of fire to those who can activate them. I wear the rings, plain black bands, on both middle fingers and both thumbs. I can activate them.
My real name is not Snow.
My master: SnowStorm
I am called: Alexandrea Foxx
I have lived for: 113 appears 15
I am a: Female
I am of theLycanthrope Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Alex onced lived in a pack that was lead by her loving mother and father. But as the war grew worse her family gradually grew corrupted. Both of her dear parents had become power hungry and wanted to "eliminate" the other from Alpha position. And many lycans, who also began desiring high rank and power, started attacking their own packmates. As her pack's ways of life had grown intolerably rotten, she fled at the age of around 20. She wishes to find a family that would take her in as a packmate, but with the on coming war, it would be hard to find one. She now wonders the lycan's homelands on her own, barely serviving on rabbits and birds, and a big kill when she can get one. She is a low life, a peasant to the rulers of the lands, and she tried to stay clear of them, for more then one reason. 1)because of their high ranks 2)becuase they think all females want them 3)her family were a disgrace to the lycan kind.
I have chosen to support: lycans
Look at what I can do: Wolf Form
Werewolf Form
More about me: Alex is very smart and is stronger then most of the lycan's worriors. She is a loner after her family name became a disgrace for lycan kind. She is always alone, not one friend to be by herside. Her human body can have a tail and ears on if she wished it, or they could vanish from sight by her whim. She is not like most lycan females. She does not fall over the ruler Jasper and his brother Rahne's feet, begging to be their mate. Instead she stays clear of them and most of the time will ignore their orders.
My master: Beastmistress13
I am called:Hafira
I have lived for:43 years
I am a: Female
I am of the_____Clan: Werewolf
My story has been told through the winds: Hafira was once an Alpha female of a small pack in the snow covered lands far away. When she was young she fought vampires to kill them and annihilate them all. Then in her twenties she was saved by a vampire when she would've been killed by an opposing alpha. Torn apart and staining the snow red she was left to die. The vampire came along, stroking her fur and whispering a song to her that put her to sleep. Waking up she had been bandaged, but the vampire who saved her vanished that night. The following morning she returned to the village to kill the opposing Alpha when she noticed the vampire rescuer had just been torn to shreds. Disgraced with herself and her kind she turned and silently left before anyone was the wiser. Nowhere to go Hafira walked and walked till she came to the fiery bogs, where she met a spirited vampire sneaking around. As a big white wolf she stayed as the girl continued to hide from her pursuers. Hafira stayed, but when the girl noticed Hafira, she was alarmed when the girl smiled and whispered not to tell. Since then, the girl, Elizabeth, continues to come back to Hafira when she wants to hide from the world with Hafira.
I have chosen to support: Neither
Look at what I can do: Werewolf Form
More about me:She enjoys children immensely but her leg has never healed right so she moves with a slight limp.
My master:Neko Shizumi
Name: Abbygail White
Age: I look 17, but I am really 64
Sex Female
Race Werewolf
Bio: Abbygail's parents were werewolves. Abbygail's mother, Leah, died during childbirth from blood loss. Her father took Abby and raised her alone. When Abby was 13, her father died from being slaughtered by a vampire. She now wants to avenge her father. She then found Rahne. She always acted like he was her big brother. Jasper, Rahne's brother, somewhat creeped her out. Abby loves to play around and be a rebellious mutt.
Side: Werewolf
Look at what I can do: woof!
More about me: I secretly have a crush on Rahne.
Username Beau Folie
 
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:50 pm
If you wish to take the part of Zane or Alora, PM me saying so.
Name: Elizabeth Jane Black
Age: 55 years, but I look like seventeen which was when they turned me.
Sex: Female
Race: Vampire Clan
Bio: Just feel like stating it again, like the vampire history states, I hate my father. I wish I wasn't his daughter, and if it would have meant not to be alive, then I would have chosen that either way.
Side: I have absolutely no idea...
Look at what I can do: I have the ability to become invisible, but I still haven't mastered it
Username: Flories
I am called: Damien
I have lived for: 213
I am a: Male
I am of the Vampire Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Once I use to be pretty peaceful, I would try to stop any fights between vampires like myself and other lycans. That of course was until one day when the woman I love was kidnapped by the lycans. That took place over a hundred years ago..I have no clue what has happened to her. Whether she is dead..or alive I know not. However because of her being taken away from me since then I have faithfully served on the side of the vampires. No more will I try to stop the feuds, I will have my revenge.
I have chosen to support: Vampires
Look at what I can do: Mind Reading, Controls Fire
More about me: Oddly my favorite animal is a wolf.
My master:lunar_wolf_goddess11
I am called: Zane Xavier Black
I have lived for: 227 years, 20 being human
I am a: Male
I am the Leader of the Vampire Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Alabaster Black, the “father” of the Vampires of Interenuri whom was slain by Samuel Chase, had a son just before he was slain. Zane Black grew up as a human, thirsting for blood and feeding on raw meat… His mother Camilla Monroe, from The Village of Crooked Oaks, was turned on the eve of his birth… She cared for him deeply, and watched him struggle among the other Vampires who vehemently desired to suck his blood. Camilla desired for her son to become a man, a knowledgeable, sagacious, magical man.
The Vampire Clan traversed all over Interenuri, capturing human females, and meeting beings of all shapes and sizes. On the 20th year of Zane Black’s life his mother turned him, hoping he had gained much wisdom as well as compassion in the years she had kept him human. Zane turned into a powerful and strapping vampire, intent on avenging his father’s untimely death. While still human, Zane had been deeply in love with a young woman from Oraboga. Proof of this showed up a few months after Zane became leader of the vampire clan. They were merit, and she was turned. Alora and Zane Black, and their blood thirst baby girl reigned over the vampires of the land. By the time of their daughters 17 birthday the vampire race had grown extensively, and the Black bloodline flowed all over Interenuri. Blood suckers lived among humans, goblins, and all other creatures, with out creating too much of a catastrophe.
Zane noticed his precious daughter admiring a human boy… Without further ado he turned her, hoping she would forget about the human. Fortunately for him, she became an extremely powerful vampire, with a magical air. To his dismay she resented him terribly, though had no recollection of why, nor of the boy, for whom she loved so deeply. …
I have chosen to support: Vampires of course.
Look at what I can do: Fire-Creation, extreme strength,
More about me: a bit eccentric, known to wander aimlessly singing Zoot Suit Riot and killing things for fun.
My master:
I am called: Alora Maureen Black
I have lived for: 223 years, 16 being human
I am a: female
I am the mate of the Leader of the Vampire Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Alora was born and raised in Oroboga, where she met the teenage Zane, and fell in love instantly. There love was a story book love… One that most vampires envied. For the longest time, they were happy. About a month after they were merit, their daughter Elizabeth was born, and Alora was turned. They lived a content life, a beautiful little family, leaders of the vampires. As Elizabeth grew, the love between Alora and Zane grew as well. However, Elizabeth’s fate tore the love apart. With no one else to blame, Zane blamed Alora for what had happened, even though it was clearly his own wrong doings. Alora dearly loves her daughter, even though she defies them at any chance she gets. Alora is heartbroken, as she sees her husband crumble, turning darker and darker each day.
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I have chosen to support: Vampires of course.
More about me: Alora is very beautiful, even to be of human descent. She is very compassionate, and knows the ways of the world. Though she has no healing powers, she is wise in the ways of herbs, and is of great use to the Healers. Alora is usually found collecting herbs, and singing. Her voice is that of a sirens.
My master:
I am called: Lilith
I have lived for: 33, appears 19
I am a: Female
I am of the Vampire Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Lilith is relatively young. She does not remember the old war, she only knows the stories, and the attempts at restarting it that the vampires have taken. She was banished with her family after the war ended, her father had questioned their lords leadership. They left, soon finding a small town created by fellow outcasts. As she grew she watched vampires curse their own kind, curse the weres, and struggle to create something that would draw the new lords favor and allow the banished back in. She didnt understand it.
When she didnt know weres. Only the hate that some vampires held for them. But at around her 13th birthday a old vamp brought a were into the camp. She was fascinated. Soon daemons arrived, but only hatchlings. The old vamp stole one, and allowed the were to bite it. No one wanted to touch the kit after that, but the old man cared and dealt with it, often with Lilith hanging over his shoulder, watching.
As the were-kit grew so did she, coming into her powers and her mature form. When she hit 19 she stopped aging, stopped growing, as vampires did. The were-kit grew and was 'tamed', at least enough for her to be allowed near him.. only when her parents were gone of course. She befriended the old vamp, and became a grudging playmate for the pup. As he was trained she learned, and, though she was faster than him, he always bested her.. with any weapon.
As the were neared maturity the old vamp seemed restless, sending her away more often. At her 30th year her parents presented her with a Blood-steed, a great beast of a horse who they named Ashnear, hoping his presence would cause Lilith to lean toward battle as a past-time.. not knowing about her training with the were and the aged vamp.
I have chosen to support: Vampire
More about me: Best with twin short blades. Agile, fast, strong. Heightened sense of hearing and sight. Can contort and create 'darkness' summoning a black goo from, seeming, within her, which she can manipulate. If she concentrates enough she can control ones blood, forcing them to move or stop.. or die, if she wishes. But this takes much power and concentration, neither of which she has mastered yet.
My master: SnowStorm
 
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:56 pm
(Yes, I know its Heath Ledger. Put three horns on his forehead and you have Orion)
I am called: Orion
I have lived for: 20 years... but I appear 13
I am a: Male
I am of the Daemon Clan
My story has been told through the winds: Orion was born amongst daemons, his own kind, a small nest living on the outskirts of the Forest of Etouiblis, where the trees met the icy ridges of Caleaha, just within the wastelands. For several months he lived with his own kind, growing, fledgling, a creature not known, yet not unknown. After cresting one full changing of seasons (year) the daemon nest was raided. It wasnt raided by hundreds, but by afew, five, to be exact. They stole young and riches, killing or wounding any adults that blocked their path.
Orion was one of the stolen.
The thief's soon showed themselves to be vampires, feasting on the blood of some of the young they had captured, claiming to gain the firey power of the daemons by ingesting their blood. Two of the vampires died because of the daemon blood. The other two were ill for the rest of the journey south, into the forest of Etouiblis, meaning Orion and the three young remained untouched.
They didnt come to a great vampire camp, but to a smaller one, toward the rest of the forest, in the outskirts of the trees. The camp was made up of only fifteen vamps, all those who abandoned or were banished from the rule of the new vamp lord. They had thought of other ways to destroy the weres, and were putting the ideas into play. One had been to gain power of other beings by digesting them. The Daemons had stopped that try, the two losses showing that some blood, though offering special qualities, didnt react well with vampire bodies.
Another was to turn other creatures, biting them and waiting for them to rise as vampires, only, hopefully with their old traits remaining. This didnt work often. One of the vampires thought of using the power of the weres against them, and, with this idea, captured a werewolf. They kept it caged, not sure how to use it. Then the daemon kits came in. The man asked for a single kit, a single chance. He was granted Orion.
With Orion yowling and spitting and the were snarling and snapping he tried it. He let the were bite Orion. Though the bite quickly turned into a ravaging of Orions small body, the were unable to control himself due to the vampires beatings. The vampire killed the were, and soon regretted his attempt. The were venom showed itself to be melding into Orions system, but it was a far from gentle process. Orion almost died multiple times over the next several seasons, either from the wounds inflicted, or from the were DNA invading his system.
He wasnt fully mature when offered to the were, meaning the vampire only had to handle a turned were, though it was a challenge of itself. After two years he had what could be called an aggressive pet, wandering his cave as either pup or child. After five he had a slightly less aggressive creature, able to control the Changes relatively well.
That was when he noted the change in aging. All of Orions aging patterns and growth had slowed. At five he still appeared three. At eight, five. At ten he looked to be seven. The wolf grew at the same rate, leaving him a pup for over ten years.
Over the years he was trained with many weapons, taught many ways to kill. All were squeezed between rages or times of unwilling rebellion. Throughout it all he remained most proficient with simply tearing kills apart.
When Orion finally breached twenty, he appeared to be only a tween, just maturing. He was able to control his Changes well, the wolf was kept in check, but new rages and urges were coming as he matured into his daemon powers... if the were gene hadnt destroyed it.
I have chosen to support: I have not been given the choice.. Vampires.
Look at what I can do: Humanoid: Stronger, faster, more agile. Senses of smell, hearing, taste and sight heightened. Can turn into an adolescent golden furred wolf. Can turn into a horse sized silvery white scaled dragon with black horns and spikes. Has grey toned flame. Can control the earth. Can collect, store and use solar energy. Flight as dragon. (Drag, earth and solar come from daemon blood. Wolf comes from were, along with his rages.)
More about me: In all three forms I have three black horns about 2 inches long upon my brow. One over each eye, smaller, curving faintly inward, and one in the center, thicker, pointing skyward. My eyes are grey with flecks of red and gold within them.
I cannot change into dragon yet. Nor have I mastered control of the earth or how to harness solar energy. This will be developed through the story.
My master: SnowStorm
I am called: Ashnear
I have lived for: Five
I am a: Male
I am of theBlood-steeds (warhorses) Clan
My story has been told through the winds: I was raised by the natives of the Barbarturi Desert, experts in travel, war and breeding. From their line come warhorses with no superiors, raised almost as wolves to kill and follow those that ride us. Purchased by few we are hardy beasts, able to withstand heat, dry, wet, cold, and hunger that rivals starvation. We are a dangerous breed, built and bred for one purpose. War.
I have chosen to support: Bought by vampires, I serve my rider.
Look at what I can do: Stronger than an average horse, smarter aswell. Heightened sense of smell, sight and hearing, even for a horse. I am unafraid of blood, fire, steel or walls, as most horses are. I am just as able and willing to kill as a wolf.
More about me: Blood-steeds are pack creatures and many of us only survive well together. To compensate for this, for we are few and often sold singly, we attach to a single creature and remain with that creature, whither they want it or not, until they, or we, die.
My master: SnowStorm
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