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 Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 12:36 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:07 am
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~Nullified Soul~
Name: Vladimir Titova
Age: Twenty-three
Origin: Dreamland though he currently lives in Merthage.
Race: Nightmare demon.
Rank: Rogue
Career: Thief
Bio: The only adopted and the youngest male in a orphaned family of eight, he along with six others are thought to be deceased, said to be murdered at a young age. The bodies of his brothers and sisters were horridly mutilated, their eyes ripped from their sockets and organ strewn across the building, bodies half eaten. Vladimir would never tell anyone what he was and how he had killed his sibling, feeding on their seemingly never ending amount of terror. It felt so...so good to him and eventually he began murdering and torturing people all over various lands, savoring every last minuscule drop of their fear. Of course he slowly became bored of the same old routine of capture, torture, savor, then murder so he began to look for a new routine but for a sadist with needs to be filled options were not plentiful.
Time passed and eventually he was hired by many to be a hit man or assassin or maybe even a private investigator. His pay was not given in money but in...the more..."pleasuring" manner where Vladimir was allowed to have his fun. The fun still was not what it used to be. He loved doing what he was doing but he knew not of all his abilities such as the ability to give people nightmares that could still their racing hearts where they slept. He knew nothing of the sort. He also knew not that being by those who were innocent and gleeful weakened him immensely, he just assumed he was tired and bored.
Time took it's way again and he went through dozens of occupations from actor to leader of a small country which soon lost all of its inhabitants other than Vladimir, bodies of hundreds laid morbidly across the land, the ground stained red in the villages and towns.
Out of curiosity, he went ten years without feeding on someone's fear, holing himself up in an underground cell after requesting a friend to never let him escape until the ten years was up. He soon lost the little drop of sanity that remained in his mind and began to think he was human, even attempting on suicide as the light flooded his pale eyes after his ten years was up. Of course, it failed and three days later he awoke with amnesia but still a sadist. He remembers almost none of his past and remembers only the "fun" he had when working under those pitiful humans. Though having very little memory of himself and his past he is still a massive sadist and enjoys torturing and killing.
Word came to his ears of his two siblings being in town and that worried the male, as he really did not want to be found by them and then have to kill him. It wasn't that he loved him, because he couldn't care less about them, it was just that certain creatures were looking for him and he was in the middle of trying to escape them. Of course, his siblings found out he was alive and that he was hiding. Being their obnoxious, hateful selves, they claimed they were going to tell the man who was chasing Vlad where he was and Vlad sure as hell was not going to allow that. His solution? Kill them, of course. What else would he do, beg them not to tell? Sadly, not wishing to attract attention, he had to kill them quickly and without them knowing.
Currently, he resides in the continent of Merthage where he still sits in hiding and is putting his killing to a minimum.
Hobbies: He enjoys playing with the minds of people and giving them horrifying and haunting nightmares after searching their minds for their fears and likes. In general, he just enjoys being a gentleman with some twisted thoughts.
Fears: He fears creatures of absolute light and fears the heavenly and gods. If he is to have anything to do with gods he would rather kill himself unless it was with a god of death or something of the sort.
Likes: He likes the darkness, the silence, and the sounds that have driven people mad. He finds comfort in such things and is often seen performing various..."acts" in such places.
Dislikes: The light, the colour pink and the colour yellow / gold, heavenly books, and anything to do with churches.
Birthday: December 16th, 1803
Appearance: Vlad
Name: Mika Lindsay
Age: Eighteen
Origin: "NORTH" Sovet [[ -shotforquotingBev- ]]
Race: Lycan
Rank: Noble
Career: Queen's right-hand
Bio: She was born into a poor family and...different, than the others of her race, having horns of a ram sprouting from her frail skull. Growing up being so different did no gain her any friends. She was more disliked and hated more than anything. And as time passed, she accepted the fact she wouldn't be fully accepted by society and began to separate herself from them. She became disowned after her family no longer could afford to feed her but she got by by thieving and such. Eventually, after years of living on the street and multiple near death experiences, the queen took pity in her, allowing her to work in the palace. She climbed the job ranks and became the Queen's trusted right-hand and surprisingly also became her friend.
Hobbies: Reading, playing around, writing, drawing, etc.
Fears: Being alone, being hated, being hurt emotionally.
Likes: Being liked, hugs, sweets, and tea.
Dislikes: Bitter things, being annoyed, rude individuals, and prejudicial individuals.
Birthday: December sixteenth
Appearance: Mika
The picture shown is an inside joke with me, Sym, Bev, and Miss. xD DON'T ASK. Anddon'ttakeitseriously. The linked picture is the actual picture of her xP
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:08 am
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AELRON CADEN
Name: Balor Calder
Age: 30
Origin: Torusa
Race: Human
Rank: Warrior
Career: Captive Spy
Bio: Born in Torusa, Balor was very patriotic and joined the military without question at a young age. He was adept at not being seen and doing things under cover of darkness which was the reason they made him a scout and at times for sabotage against threats to the nation. Him and a squad were sent to Merthage under the suspicion some trouble there may effect Torusa. As usual Balor did not question and set out for Merthage. They were terribly unprepared for the evil of Merthage and all were killed or enslaved save Balor. Since that day he has worked as best he could to return to his homeland but being a mere human it would be near impossible he uses the skills he learned to serve Torusa to now survive off scraps. All of his humanity is nearly lost one thing keeps him sane (as sane as one can be in Merthage) and thats home.
Hobbies: documenting what he sees and going over the info in the hopes that besides being useful information for survival but also good info for Torusa.
Fears: Being caught, never going home, the creatures of Merthage, anything a blade can't kill.
Likes: feeling his heart beat reminds him he is still alive, Torusa, order, civilization, conversation.
Dislikes: the dark, slavers, liars, thieves, and murders (pretty much everything about Merthage)
Birthday: he forgot his own birthday
Appearance: was blonde before it became mudded and dirtied. He lost an
eye and now make shift bandage to cover it. Clothes are torn up stained with blood from himself and things he managed to kill. His facial hair is unkempt and cut as best as he could with a dull knife. He has a few bit of his armor left and holds onto the crest of Torusa (not sure if there is one but it would be cool if there was one! XD) to keep himself focused on living. He also carries a sniper though in very poor condition and with only a few shots left for big enemies he finds in his path he uses it more for a club nowadays and has a an old sword as well. (I'll draw him later or someone else could draw him if they so feel inspired! XD) |
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:11 am
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~Mauve-iro-no-kitteh~
Name: Jeremy Tellas VansFortray
Age: 21
Origin: Curtesia
Race: Shape Shifter/Alien
Rank: Foreigner
Career: Bounty Hunter
Bio: The day that would live in infamy. That one day, the black haired woman would have given birth to Jeremy. In this particular event, his mother died. Not for the reason assumed, his father with bright pink hair tore away the life that could have been. As his father swept him away into the night, the authorities in Curtesia would never know the culprit that caused the death of Avery Tellas. As the hours in the night passed, his father Jullian would make his way into dreamland.
Months of tears rolled down Jeremy's cheeks before even as a baby, it would do nothing but put him in danger. When his father would talk to him, not a noise escaped his mouth as his eyes stared at the soulless ones above him. When his father wasn't around, he would escape the traps the his father had him in, for different reason's and stare at the printed paintings that he didn't know were works of his mother. Even with the lack of that fact, Jeremy still had a interest of the works of art.
More years of silent encounter's, Jeremy had his first job as a bounty hunter. It was in Curtesia, the plain that his father forbid. In secrecy, he traveled to the plain. It was a museum that offered for his help. So as he began his work this man came up to him for he looked much like a painting made by his mother. In the painting, was her and a young baby boy of course drawn the day before her death. The man looked at the picture and gasped with a grab of the shoulder. He was shocked to see the baby return after so many years, and actually be alive. At that moment, he learned the terrible truth that he stayed hidden. After returning to Dreamland, he repeated the same his father did. His pure white hair was stained with the crimson blood of his father. To the time today, he continues to die his hair pure red in memory of his father and mother, which is also to protect his identity. The time now, he lives in Curtesia, the birth and death of his true family.
Hobbies: Jeremy has a strange hobby when he's not working. Fortune telling is his great art. He enjoys having the surprise of his outcomes and how the differentiate. The thing is, he doesn't use cards, he uses dolls. He hardly has annoy other interests besides art itself. His best types of art are always paintings.
Fears: He has one of the stranger fears. Mr.VansFortray runs at the sight of pink hair. In his dreams, there is always some sort of character that runs around with pink hair.
Likes: Fortune tellings, art, painting, and the color red.
Dislikes: PINK!, impolite gestures, and trash.
Birthday: February 4th
Appearance: Click For Jeremy VansFortray
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:13 am
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~Stars4Siren~
Name: Vanessa Vargas
Age: 15
Origin: Curtesia
Race: Human
Rank: Peasant
Career: Pirate
Bio: Vanessa grew up with her father in Curtesia, her mother completely unknown. All she knows about her mother is the fact that she was a prostitute that her father had killed after she was born, and she couldn't care less. She idolized her father, and looked forward to the day she would earn enough respect from him to lead his crew.
She had begun killing at the young age of six, preferring guns and swords over any other weapon. Vanessa was detached from any other child her age, but she loved anyone and everyone if there was a good reason for it. She was the bright child of her father's crew, always smiling, until her father and his crew were killed by other pirates. She was nine then.
Vanessa went into a blind rage and killed some of the pirates, but was unable to kill each one. She was never sure who did it, but while she was paying attention to someone, another used a knife and cut her right eye. Unable to regain her sight from that eye, she kept a patch over it and learned to fight without her full sight. When she had calmed down, she walked over to the corpse of her father, picked up his beloved hat, and put it on.
With her whole family dead, she was lost for a while, unsure what to do with her life, stealing and killing for a living. Something she enjoyed doing as a past time was now her lifeline, and she couldn't stand it.
Hobbies: Killing, shooting targets with her gun, dancing
Fears: Losing her father's hat, being caught, losing her left eye's sight
Likes: guns and swords, her father's hat
Dislikes: Nosy people, perverts
Birthday: October 17th
Appearance: Vanessa is fairly short, standing at 4'11". She has long red hair that goes to her knees, and constantly wears her father's big, showy black hat. She always wears long, dark clothes with boots. A gun is always at her side, along with her sword. She wears an black colored eye patch on her right eye, and her left eye is red.
Name: Alphonse Curtell
Age: 17
Origin: Curtesia, but is a traveler.
Race: Human
Rank: Citizen
Career: Traveling Merchant. Ex-pirate.
Bio: Alphonse never liked being a pirate. He couldn't ever see why killing was fun. The blood, the gore...It disgusted him to no end. It was nowhere near what he considered pure. Despite this, he continued to stay with the crew he grew up with, killing as little as possible by putting on the front of a wimp, and everyone believed him. They babied him, but Alphonse wanted to get away from it all completely. He never got his chance, until he was 12.
His crew had found another group of pirates, the leader being a man with an extravagant hat, with a young girl, around the age of 9, a pistol on her right side, a sword on her left. She had brilliant red eyes, and grinned a mad grin, even as they began to fight. Even though the opposing side had put on a good fight, their numbers began to dwindle, and he watched from a branch of a tree as the man with the hat fell like the others had. And he continued to watch, horrified, as the girl went into a blind rage and began to take many of the people he grew up with.
Frightened for his friends, he jumped off the tree and picked up a dagger lying on the ground, and sliced at her face, managing to get her eye. But it did no good. Someone from his crew pulled him out of the way, before being slaughtered by the same girl. He stared at the girl with wide eyes, horrified, and ran away as quickly as he could, back up the tree as everyone else fled for their camp.
And he watched as she stood there, before walking over to the man with the hat, taking it and putting it on. The realization came to him that that man might just be her father, and he felt sick. So sick. How could they have done that? To a girl not much younger than he was. And surely they'd abandoned him. He got his chance. He could leave now. So why couldn't he forget how grief-stricken she looked, and how the tears poured down her face?
Years passed. He made himself look like an orphan, and was taken in by a merchant, who taught him his ways. Alphonse became very money-based, and though he wasn't always truthful, he learned to be very...resourceful, and went split from the man, to find that girl. No, he didn't have romantic feelings for her, but he wanted to apologize. And see how she was doing. And hope she didn't kill him when he finally did.
Hobbies: Counting money, running, hoarding weird/rare objects
Fears: Being killed by that pirate girl
Likes: Gold coins, rare objects
Dislikes: Blood, gore, killing
Birthday: March 31st
Appearance: Alphonse has grey-ish blue eyes with relatively short black hair. He has bangs that swish to the side, resting above his left eye. He wears a white collared shirt, a vest and belt, and shorts that end below his knees, regardless of the weather, with leather shoes. He also is constantly caring a huge backpack, full of odd things he collected from his travels. |
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:20 am
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~Sunnylore~
Name: Princess Muse Aria Elspeth (Muse)
Age: 100 years (25 in Human years)
Origin: The Elemental Colony of Atlantis, south of the Livilli River
Race: Elemental
Rank: Princess
Career: Heroine
Bio: Muse is one of the royal daughters to the Elemental Kingdom. Unfortunately the life of an Elemental female is not a happy one due to the lack of males. Harems of females are set up to each able male and Muse was set to be one of the many wives to a noble male.
While others were content to be a member of a 'sisterhood' Muse wanted more from her life. She'd never been granted freedom to explore the outside world due to the dangers posed to a being of her rarity and power.
Still, she decided she'd rather be in constant danger than simply bored to death so she ran away from her home to adventure. Naive to the ways of the world she often wound up in trouble, scraping by thanks to her kind heart and clever mind.
Hobbies: Singing, helping others, training with her powers, dancing, making friends, learning new things
Fears: Being used for her powers to do terrible things, the death of her friends and loved ones
Likes: being helpful, nature, people, animals
Dislikes: confined spaces
Birthday: January 17th
Appearance:
Name: Idina Parker
Age: 27
Origin: Ackrland
Race: Human, descendant from a tribe
Rank: Entrepeneur- She runs the most effective trading post on the Black Market, but it is disguised as a gentleman's club.
Career: Jack of all trades (store owner, entertainer, saleswoman, theif, gambler)
Bio: Idina grew up with her tribe but was taken away from it by her father, who was a foreigner, at a young age. Moving to the city she was raised in her father's shadow as a black market trader and enjoyed the time she had with him.
When she was in her late teens her father's dirty dealings were discovered after he was betrayed by a comrade. Sentenced to jail time and then execution, Idina's father left her alone to decide where to go with her life after justice was done.
She decided to take up his business and made several changes that served her better, such as paying off authority figures, creating a diverse system for blackmail, and several failsafes should anything go wrong.
Now her business is safe under the guise of a men's club fitted with exotic dancers and plentiful spirits. She sometimes entertains the higher end guests, but always leaves them wanting and pockets emptied.
Hobbies: Singing, dancing, bargaining, training, shopping
Fears: Losing her business
Likes: Money, antiques, jewelry
Dislikes: Freeloaders, spies, rip-offs
Birthday: November 11th
Appearance:
Name: Dr. Dora Miles
Age: 26
Origin: Torusa
Race: Neutral
Rank: Government: Military Research and Development
Career: Criminal Psychologist and Profiler
Bio: Dora was always smarter and more perceptive than those around her. She was raised by very strict parents that lived for doing the right thing. Her grades were excellent but she never really connected to the people around her because she would unsettle them.
Her habits of predicting the actions and behaviors of others as well as coming up with the most logical and sound solutions made for a natural psychologist but the average client didn't bond to her.
Deciding that they were the ones who were lacking her interests turned to the criminally insane and psychotic. Somehow she managed to get into the heads of those that suffered the most and made a name for herself in breakthroughs in the psychological field.
She earned small fame for her papers and books detailing her work and the government took her under their wing for a highly classified career path. At first she was forced to prove her mettle but rose in the ranks with ease.
Now she is assigned to 'special' cases that are top secret: Individuals who are beyond normal definition and possess intelligence or abilities that make them a matter of national security should they escape.
Her work in studying and counseling the monsters of society have filled her with a sense of purpose but at the back of her mind something has been bothering her. Something she refuses to examine further.
Hobbies: Reading, playing violin, museum hopping
Fears: Being alone or helpless
Likes: Her job, books, museums, learning new things
Dislikes: Sunlight, 'normal' people, the outdoors
Birthday: March 22nd
Appearance:
Name: Pheobe
Age: 25
Origin: Unknown
Race: Unknown
Rank: Unknown
Career: Unknown
Bio: All that Pheobe can remember is her name and that she was desperately searching for something. She woke in a forest not far from the Academy in Curtesia. Disheveled and disoriented, she has no idea what happened to rob her of any recollections of importance.
Hobbies: Trying to unravel the mystery of her past
Fears: That she'll never discover her identity
Likes: Books.
Dislikes: Not having her memories, being tricked
Birthday: Unknown
Appearance:
Name: Natasha Dhampir
Age: 27
Origin: Methage
Race: Strigoi
Rank: Rogue
Career: Criminal and Thief
Bio: Natasha is the younger twin to her brother Piotr. When alive they were sold off to a vampire lord that treated her horribly, using her brother's torment as a way to punish her and by torturing her punishing her brother. To prove his ruthlessness the lord cut out Natasha's left eye and kept it in a jar next to his bed when Piotr dared to try and escape with her. When her brother appeared the next day with his right eye missing she attacked the mafioso and gave him a glasgow smile that she was brutally punished for by being forced to watch her twin be beat to death and then enduring her own torture. In the end they were tossed into a shallow grave together where a wandering priest saw them and the risk of an unwed couple becoming demons. He quickly wedded the two corpses, not knowing they were twins and therefore setting into motion their revival as Strigoi due to corrupted spiritual rights and unrested souls.
From waking up together under a layer of graveyard soil they sought vengeance for the injustices done to them, embracing their dark powers and purpose. For them it is only the two of them against the world.
Hobbies: Natasha spends a great deal of time picking pockets, selling information, and luring the unsuspecting into traps.
Fears: Losing Piotr.
Likes: Piotr, long walks at night, old books
Dislikes: Anything that is a percieved threat to her brother and their bond.
Birthday: September 17
Appearance:
(Natasha on right, obviously)
Special Note: As Strigoi the twins have invincibility as well as the ability to turn invisible and shapeshift. They can only shift into the deadly Pikitiri Eagle, know to kill with both beak and claw and harboring aggression toward everything except its lifetime mate and fledglings. They are large birds that look to be a hybrid of a falcon and an eagle. Coloration of the males is mostly grey and black except for a white crown on its head and white-tipped wing feathers. The female is only black and grey as well as smaller than the male but no less dangerous.
Name: Demeter Claire Vine
Age: 40 but she looks 28
Origin: Merthage
Race: Vampire
Rank: Princess/ Heiress to the noble Vine Lineage
Career: Private museum and library curator.
Bio: Demeter was born a vampire to the House of Vine, one of the purest and richest bloodlines of vampiric nobility. She grew up mostly ignored by everyone, being schooled by aloof tutors, watched by distanced nannies, and courted by uninterested suitors. Her family went out of their way to make sure she felt no love or loyalty to anyone to condition her to be especially receptive the attention given to her by her chosen fiance. She is the arranged mate of Blake.
Hobbies: Reading, arranging flowers, offering advice
Fears: Fire, floods, earthquakes... Anything that could destroy a book.
Likes: Books, museums, libraries, gardens
Dislikes: People in general
Birthday: November 11th
Appearance:
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