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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 4:51 pm
well you guys know the drill, post your characters profile here so we all can get to know them a little better..... ((the idea for this thread was origionally developed by halo ))
Name: Ky Calibur Age: 28 Race: Unknown (his blood is far to tainted to tell) Gender: Male? (difficult to tell) Height: 6'3 Weight: 167 Birthplace: Europe/Hungary Blood Type: Unknown Birthday: Unknown Maritial Status: Single Sexual Preference: Bisexual Position: Dark Knight Appearance(Picture): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v76/Amphion/3-31-2.jpg (not a very good pic but it works) Appearance(Description): He has Long black hair, approximatly mid-neck length, that covers the left side of his face almost concealing his left eye from view. he has narrow dark, very feminen ocean blue eyes that have a tendancy to glow faintly when there is a lack of light. Tattoos consisting of various demonic writting rest all over his back, something most people tend to overlook due to the skin tight bage shoulderless shirt he wears. His black steel, gold outlined gauntlets conceal gunpowder within them giving his opponets a nasty surprise when he unleashes one of his signature moves. Much like his eyes, his body is also rather feminen in his body being very slender and having quite a few curves, some might even go as far as to consider ky a hermaphirdite or possibly accuse him of being female. however he is 100% male despite what others may think or say about him. Personality: Light-hearted in spirit and florid in tongue. Endlessly chasing after women, His aloofness to the world is just part of his inventive demeanor, and he is far more shrewd then he appears. Both Knowledgeable and experienced, he can get past any tight situation without so much as breaking a sweat, so long as he thinks things through first.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 4:52 pm
Name: William Calibur Age: 24 ((Looks about 31-35 since being possessed)) Race: Human? ((Is often mistaken for an angel)) Gender: Male Height: 6'3 Weight: 186 Birthplace: Europe/France Blood Type: AB Birthday: August 28 Marital Status: Unknown? Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Class: Arc-Knight Appearance(picture): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v76/Amphion/will.jpg Appearance(description): he has long blonde hair, approximatly shoulder blade length, that covers the left side of his face almost concealing his left crimson eye from view(his right being ocean blue), he has narrow dark, very feminen eyes, his right having a tendency to glow faintly when there is a lack of light(A mark often affiliated with the Calibur family). Due to the nature of his eyes as well as his overall appearance he is often confused for an angel sent from heaven. A large black gothic cross tattoo rests along his back which something most people tend to overlook due to the black steel armor and long draping white robes he tends to wear over his body. Around his waists rests two sheathed blades, on his left, the infinity longsword, a blade that has been passed down through calibur family for generations, its exact origions are unknown. its very rare to find william laying a hand on any other weapon besides it. Despite having yet another available blade sheathed around the right side of his waist which was given to him as a gift from his beloved Iris Comalies. Besides the two weapons around his waist, william also has a pair of flash gauntlets around his hands and arms. Made from the blood of angels and blessed feathers they allow him to manipulate the power of light thus furthering his ability to combat demons and other such creatures that plague humanity. Personal Info: Fiercely proud and pure of heart. His brutal fighting style conceals his warm and gentle character, though he can be annoyed very easily at times when dealing with those of demonic nature or those that threaten his love life. He always faces up to any adversary thats willing to challenge him, but never fights merely for the pleasure of hurting others. However having become rather distant and cold to others. Hes no longer the man he once was back in his younger years. past the prime of his life, williams sword skill has rusted over the years, having not slayed anything in over 5 years, he has slowly begun to lose the will to do battle with those he once hated, finding his past relations and rivalries with his enemies rather trivial. He has slowly lost himself in the passage of time and has begun to lose the will to live.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 4:56 pm
Name: Nairika Darkstar (she took up her sire's name over time, her true last name is still unknown) Age: 16 Apparant Age: Can almost pass for 18 Race: Lamiae Gender: Female Alignment: Generally good, but it can vary from time to time (she is loyal to Lamia) Eyes: Bright ocean blue, but they've been known to change to an electric golden color at times Hair: Navy blue, shoulder length in on the front, reaches to the bottom of the shoulder blades in the back Weight: 110 Height: 5'1" Blood Type: A+ Birthday: January 3, 1989 Birthplace: Unknown to her, but grew up on the outskirts of Durem Martial Status: Single Position: Lamia's apprentice Appearance:  Description (what has been revealed so far): Nai grew up on the outskirts of Durem, raised by her true father's brother and his wife. From what is show, they mistreated Nai and beat her, causing scars on many places, but mainly her back. What has also been shown, at one point a few years ago, she finally snapped and ruthlessly killed them with a kitchen knife. She ran from this and made a small shack for herself to live in, doing odd jobs to survive. She immersed herself in reading and teaching herself things, both with her step-parents and mainly when she lived by herself. Upon going to a place to look for a new job, she met lamia and offered her comfort, quickly befriending her. Lamia quickly took her in and treated her as one of her own, sheltering her and clothing her. Not too long after meeting lamia, she met with Corbin and was lured in by him. He ripped out her throat and cast her aside when lamia finally came to him. As she lay there dieing, she saw him grab lamia and began hurting her. In an effort to save her friend she tried to pull lamia from his grasp only to be cast into hell inverta with her. In an act of desperation, lamia sired nai to save her life. Since then, she has never once left lamia's side
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 5:06 pm
Name: Kyuzo Himura Age: Unknown Race: Lucibela (You can ask for an elaboration on this..) Gender: Male Blood Type: Unknown Birthday: April 10th year unknown Birthplace: Unknown Martial Status: Single Position: Mercenary Appearance(Description): (Note, some of this I'm just making up because I've forgotten the set numbers I made for this character before.. If you have a problem with it, feel free to b***h...) Standing at around seven foot two inches, he's an impressive figure. Although tall, he is rather gaunt, weighing in around one-hundred-fifty pounds.. He has long white hair that is fairly smoothe and neat in the back and on the sides, but a little chunky and untamed in the front.. He wears a patch over his right eye, having lost it in a battle with a group of highway thieves.. He wears tight pants with straps everywhere and his top is the same way.. It's hard to tell where the pants end and the top begins, but they are separate.. He wears a cape over his shoulders which conceals Memoria, a huge black .454 revolver holstered behind his back.. He also wears the Deminerous sword in katana form at his hip.. His boots are slightly pointed and he likes to pose and click his heels for shits and giggles every now and again... He also wears a silver amulet around his neck that seems to have a bluish aura... And that's Kyuzo for you...
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 5:20 pm
Name: Lady Roan DeSeer/The Bloody Seer Age: 564 Apparant Age: 21 - 40 depending Race: Cainite (also has kinfolk blood) Gender: Female Alignment: Chaotic Good Eyes: Naturally one blue and one red, they tend to show red in the dark and white when using Take's power or angered, black when giving in to shadow. She is at her most dangerous when both eyes blaze a bloody red. Hair: Vibrant crimson red, pulled into bangs. These seem to move when her ire is aroused, so that her hair seems to be bleeding. Weight: 9 stone Height: 5ft 8" Blood Type: Originally O Birthday: June 27th 1446 Birthplace: Devonshire, England Martial Status: Technically single, Roan has had many long term acquaintances which have fostered her general distrust for both men and women she does not directly control. Roan is known to indulge in primarily the opposite sex whenever the whim takes her, and certainly has a complicated relationship on-going with the Devil, Roen Jaeger. Position: Founder and overlord of the DeSeer clan, Roan has until now ruled with an iron grip. However, in light of several of her sons fledging the nest, so to speak, she is now seeking a more diplomatic and counselled running o fthe clan, and relying heavily on Corbin as her warrior, and Iden as her restraining hand. In herself, she is a front line warrior and commander and excels on the battlefield. With her many aliases, she performs a variety of roles, including that of eccentric charity benefactor to the human world. To the Cainite underworld of Durem, whch she keeps in a vice-like grip, she is the terrifying Elder known best as The Bloody Seer. Appearance: Roan is about 5ft 8, and clearly female in outline, though the hard lines of war and scars she has accumlated over the years do not enhance her femininity in any way whatsoever. She is well known for wearing black catsuits with red items over the top, a clear sign she is ready to fight, as the full ensemble is rarely about her person unless she's committed to battle. Roan sports many scars all over her body, including a massive X shaped scar on her chest, half hidden under a Phoenix tattoo. She has Camarilla and Brujah logos on her arms, as well as the DeSeer clan seal, plus a series of marks down the left side of her body which look more like tribal bruises than tattoos, and are rumoured to move on occasion. A long tail extends from Roan's tail bone, typical decoarted with piercings, and horns have been seen on occasion rising from her head, amidst small leathery wings. Original V:TM RoanOriginal Gaia RoanModern RoanDescription: Roan DeSeer: Cainite. Born daughter of French nobility living in southern England during the 100 years war, Roan spent her human life driven by the need to succeed her father, Baron DeSeer's, title without the cumberance of an idiotic French noble for a husband. Hated by her mother and bearing werewolf blood without her knowledge, Roan was highly desired by the werewolf tribes of the area NOT for her werewolf status as she was unable to change, but for the fact the gene was in her blood. If a brother should be hers before she hit 21, she would no longer inherit, One week before her 21st birthday... that very event occured, driving Roan mad with rage. Her lover of the time, a man masquerading as Marcus Brusaille then revealed his own sinister relation to matters by conforming he was a Cainite -a vampire - merely interested in gaining power from Roan's name and lands. With that now gone, Marcus, real name Leon, killed Roan and gave her Caine's curse for his troubles (though his true and hidden agenda would eventually be revealed several centuries later, as the shadowy construct of the much much worse Elder Ice Anon, technically therefore Roan's true Sire.). Swearing vengeance on all who had wronged her, the young DeSeer tracked down and killed both her English and French relatives and trekked across Europe in search of any were creature and her illusive Sire, Leon. Stalking Finland, the developing Cainite took great pleasure in killing a tribe of werwolves worshipping a strange being and sword. With the swords own help she slaughtered the blades' previous weilder and took up the Daemon blade Ferago for the first time. Driven to further madness by the blade, Roan tracked down and killed Leon, then her mission of vengeance over, wandered slowly back to England, then later to America to take an active role in the Anarch Wars. Once working for the Camarilla, since settling in Durem Roan has eschewed her previous loyalties and lives with her clan as independants, ruling over the city with no intention of giving it up or swearing fealty to anyone else ever again. Roan is totally bonded with the Daemon within Ferago, the two having reached a unique bond of respect for each other in the last 550 years. Roan also carries a demon of insanity and madness, Rayth, with her from England, who delights in teasing both herself and her Daemon ally. In the recent months, the re-ordering of the clan has been Roan;s primary concern, letting go those who need her no longer, and searching for new strength to add to her 'army', for on the horizon, something terrible would seem to loom once more...Také-Mikazuchi - Daemon God of Thunder and the Storm. Také was created at the dawn of the First Cycle when all evil was expelled from the second plane, Celestia. In an effort to purge the 'heaven' mankind would aspire to, the gods each united to purge their evil into one Daemon God to every two gods. Také is the result of a union between Queen of gods Izanami and benign lord Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone. After his birth, Také joined his brothers in a killing spree across Earth plane and as the second Eldest brother soon earned his place as General of all the armies under the Daemon leader Amatsu-Mikaboshi. Originally blessed with a grain of good, Také was eventually punished for this by his elder brother Amatsu-Mikaboshi who sodomised the weaker Daemon and tore his demonic wing from him. Enraged, Také broke free, passing the grain into Amatsu as he replaced his old wing with a new one of improbability, the universe itself reflected in the dark light the wing consists of. Fighting alongside his six brethren in a battle against humans purging the plains, Také as all his siblings was captured into one of the seven lengendary blades of Ho-Masubi weilded by warrior Ferago. The blades were named after their wielders and sealed... for eternity save for one flaw. The blades may be weilded by anyone descended from the correct warriors blood lines. The blade Ferago was unearthed fairly early from its resting place and weilded by many of Ferago's blood line, up until Roan DeSeer who has broken the pattern by retaining the balde for half a millenia... and bonding with the Daemon himself.Rayth: Demon of two orders lower than the Daemons, Rayth reports to and works under Daemon Lord O-kuni-Nushi. Both insane and intelligent all at once, it is said Rayth will NEVER harm any being who knows his true name. Bonded as most demons were when the Daemons fell, Rayth's true body lies with a ruby attached to Ferago's hilt and serves Roan and Take as they both know his true name and provide him with the ability to manifest. Rayth is able to break into any mana lines, specialising in Dragon and Wyrm lines and finds all minds accessible to his insane wit.Rake: Due to an over abundance of souls taken in by Ferago during the war with Hell against the DeSeer's in person (for some reason Hades took exception to Roan making moves on his son...), Take found itself being forced free from its prison. Having bonded with Roan and knowing the time is not yet right for ANY Daemon to be freed, the two made a pact. In exchange for sacrificing her body to the blade, Roan would become an extension of the prison. Becoming a joint personna, Roan's body was half consumed by metal of the huge blade Ferago. Things got worse however when Roan's second childe Azrael killed a shade of her provided by Hades and accidentally severed her soul into a thousand hell butterfly's, scattered across the world. With no soul, Roan's presence severly faded from her body, leaving Také with only a bonded sense of memories and self - a true hybrid of Daemon and Cainite, Také and Roan. Hence it was dubbed Raké. Though originally dispersed by the reuinting of Roan's soul through the Syndicates machinations and abuse of her son, Corbin, Roan and Také now have the choice to regain this chosen form in times of battle through their own free will and Roan's increased power as Syndicate Vengeance.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 6:33 pm
Name: Tear Mage(tear) Age: 519 Race: Demon-werewolf-human-azurian..thing. Gender: Male Blood Type: Unknown Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Martial Status: Unmarried Position: Amnesiac Appearance(Picture): ((The one on the left, in case you couldent tell)) Appearance(Description): Dark brown hair that falls to about his chin the the front, his eye covered at time, mostly not. He stands Tall, about 6'3" his posture perfect. He has deep azure glwoing eyes that churn and change based on his thinking. His Build is muscular and tonned, but still thin as heis nolonger training. His skin tanned and smoothe, but unbelieveaby hard.. Out of his head are two demonic wings. His a** protected by a prehensile tail, always clad in the same black clothing, a silk black shirt and pants. A leather belt always drapped losely around his waist, his neck protected by a few silvery points off his black leather collar. At his side is a wallet with chains dangling to his knee. His face, now constantly covered in a blank almost vacant expression. His ears along andpointed, from what is unknown. His blood runs ice cold through his veins, like liquid nitrogen.(I'll make it better later) Personality: He sits in his graveyard constantly waiting, always thinking and trying to remember his past. Heprefers to be alone, or enjoys the company of only one other. He is an amnesiac. (make that better too as he develops)
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 8:21 am
Name: Dagoth DeSeer Age: 455 Apparent Age 25 Race: Unknown. Dagoth recently evolved so he's unsure on what he "is" Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Evil/Neutral
Hair: Crimson Red Eyes: Crimson and Purple clockwise spiral to center of his eye. Height: 6' 4" Weight: 12 st. He has a slender body! Skin Tone: Pale white.
Unique: Dagoth has one vertical scar across his chest, located just above his nipples streching across both pecs. He has scared onto his entire back the DeSeer logo, one of the many pains he went through during his embrace. He has two tribal phoenix tattoos on his hips the beaks stopping just on his stomach. The tails strech down to his knees, on his lower half of his left leg he has a solid black skull with the words "The Blackskull Pirates never die" underneath. He has to peircings, the right side of his lip and another through his tongue.
Details: Dagoth came to gaia after serval years of self imposed isolation. This was due to him leaving the Blacksull pirates 5 years earlier, he wandered around fighting, earning a wage bounty hunting till one day he followed a mark to the Tavern beyond heaven and hell. Where one roan deseer took a sadistic intrest in him, Roan was able to do something that noone else had get under Dagoths skin from that moment it didnt take long for the two of them to begin fighting. Thus Dagoth recevied the first lost in a century, he was devistated everything he had learrned still ment he was from being in his mind 'strong' from then on his soul reason for living was to beat her. He trained his body and mind to the point of breaking, often going far beyond everyones expectations. However this sudden reappearence gained the attentions of a few groups that had more than a dislike for him. This period in his life is never spoken about the only person who truley knopws what happened is roan. He owed his life to her and she offered him the chance to finally grow beyond his normal potential. Without a second thought he agreed and became the fourth sire of Roan, reborn as Dagoth DeSeer he quickly began getting revenge on those that had done him wrong. He encountered a shinigami, dagoth was still fresh unknowing about the beast within him. After a prolonged fight between the two the feral nature of his cainite blood took over. During his frenzy the balde of this unknown shinigami periced his chest hitting his heart. However this allowed dagoth to get into close range, draining the blood and soul of this shinigami Dagoth become one adding their amazing abilites with his own. Relatives: Roan, Corbin, Az and Zach DeSeer. Also his biological sister and her children Hobbies: Dagoth is obsessive over swords and anyother marshal weapons. His often crafts his own.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:29 am
Real Name: Unknown. Nick Names: Jammer, TC, Jam Jam, Jam man.
Age: Appears between 21 and 40 Height: six feet. Weight: 500 lbs Full equipment.
Race: Physicaly Human. Religion: Unknown. Job: Bartender, Medic, Guardian
Abilities: Barriors, Advanced Alchemy, Teleportation, others.
Notes: Always wears a black cloak that covers his body. Also wears a black hat covering the top of his head. Past: Nothing is realy known about his past.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 12:15 pm
Name: Yoachi Kamizaki (Yoh for short. Yes, the same Yoh as from my story) Age: 18 Race: Half Elf Gender: Male Alignment: Neutral Good Eyes: Grey Hair: Purple shaggy mess Weight: 12 stone Height: 6ft 1" Blood Type: EG Birthday: July 35th 2040 Birthplace: Utopia Martial Status: Involved Position: Mage in Chief, Utopian High Council Appearance: *See signature* Description: A pacifist, Yoh is often mistaken for being weak, but in reality he sports some of the most powerful magic in his home dimension. Yoh originates from a Ring World further on than this and has journeyed far form his home and lover to try and stop the problems of this world spilling into his own. Always accompanied by the twin dragons Yin (silver) and Yang (gold), both of whom are in fact part of him, Yoh has travelled to the DeSeer mansion, looking only to end the conflicts raging between theworlds supernaturals as peacefully as possible.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 5:44 pm
Name: Scythe Age: 490 Race:- Hight:7'8 Gender: Male Blood Type: B- Birthday: October 31 1515 Birthplace:Cologne Germany Martial Status:- Appearance(Picture):  Appearance(Description): Cold black eyes stare upon you, seeping into your soul seemingly searching for something. He stands at 7'8 with deathly white fur, long blood stained claws extending the length of his paws. He wears nothing but his own fur which is matted in some places due to the fighting he's done. His very appearance showing his great love of giving/recieving pain.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 6:29 pm
((Sigh...I lost Rekk's bio when the b*****d deleted the old BR. I have some saved to the PC but otherwise I'll have to re-do a lot of it...So expect changes to all two of you who read his previous bio.))
Name: Rekkuuza Age: 28 (Human Realm Years)/ 27 (Dragon Realm years) Gender: Male Race: Human (45%), Dragon (55%) Family: Naomi- Mother (Dead, randomly pops up in spirit form) Tyrant- Father (Spirit, currently residing in Rekkuuza) Weapon: Ki, Katanas, bo staffs, shurikens, ect. Wide Variety. Allies: Few! Enemies: Tons!
Bio --------- Rekkuuza was born to a proud (Though somewhat unfaithful) Dragon father, and a human for a mother. Around the time he was born, his mother, decieding it wasn't safe around Tyrant anymore, took young Rekkuuza and fled to a small peaceful remote village. Things progressed like normal, Rekkuuza growing up like any other child would, unaware of the massive power that lied within him. Unaware of course, until his sixth birthday when his extremely pissed off father and company found the village and promptly massacred and burned the entire village. Seeing Rekkuuza so green (MGS, yano. Newbieish), Tyrant refused to take him in, leaving him to fend for himself.
Left utterly alone, Rekkuuza adapts magnificently, and by that I mean he wandered aimlessly from town to town, scrounging up what little food he could. As luck would have it however, Rekkuuza fell asleep on the property of an old samurai warlord, retired from such and living life as a monk to atone for his past deeds (Hey, I just write the stuff). Sensing Rekkuuza's unique-ness and that he was destined for something major in his life, the monk takes his in and trains him in various martial arts, ranging from katanas, bo staffs, ect. Rekkuuza trains vigourously, learning quickly and becoming very skilled with his weapons by the age of 17. (Total years training as of now- 10)
After Rekkuuza had learned most, if not all, of which the old master could teach him, Rekkuuza left to see more of the world, and to learn more and more about fighting until he could become the strongest person on the face of the Earth (Well, his Earth. More on THIS later). At 18, he enters an obscure little tournament hosted by a very strange company...only after arriving and signing up does he learn that the fighters there are unlike anything he's ever encountered before. That isn't to say they're assholes however, and a group of them agree to help bring out his latent power.
Much vigourous training later ( A few good months, though not a year), Rekkuuza has become reasonably powerful compared to those around him, and has gained the ability to unleash the dragon side of his persona with destructive results. He had also gained a quick semi-mastery of ki, and thanks to being a dragon, happens to have a very natural nack for it. His future shows much promise and nothing but becoming strong as time goes on.
Before he can 'officially' (Read: Win the tournament) complete his very rough training there, the tournement and all of the participants are attacked by a powerful villian, bent mainly on killing anyone who could prove to be a threat to him. Through the combined efforts, Fairicarth -is- killed, though with his dying breath he tore open a hole in space-time/whatever you'd call it and managed to take Rekkuuza and a few of the other participants into it. Hence why I say 'Rekkuuza's Eath' and such.
Rekkuuza and the others are unfortuneatly split up, each ending up in a different dimension. Initially saddened by the loss of his friends, he stumbles across the gaian realm for some time until he runs across a Tavern, the 'Tavern Between Heavan and Hell', owned by one Darkness Halo. At first, he had merely wanted a drink...oh how things happen.
((*Flicks lazy switch*))
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 4:44 pm
Name neutral : Caleb Bludworth Age neutral : 2316 Race neutral : Vampyre Gender neutral : Male Class neutral : Insatible Assassin Occupation neutral : Superb Lone Wolf Hunter
Appearance neutral : Standing at the full height of 6`2, Caleb gazes down at inferior beings. His eyes are a blood red, glowing with a crimson hue. His medium length strands of ebony hair dance around his porcelain features. He usually dresses in elegant, and rich clothing of oldern times. Beautifuly and intricately designed. He often clads a mask upon his face, hiding his features from view of even the preternatural eye. His face is beautifully carved, his angelic features. He is thin, yet with hint of muscular tones to his form, though he doesn't muscles being a vampire it comes naturally.
Personality neutral : To his enemies, he is a cold hearted, ruthless killer. Nothing crosses his path without being mowed down like a man squashing a bug. Over the millenia, has he learned to be cold as ice to his enemies. But there is another side to him, to those who come to be dear to him. They are graced to see another part of him which most don't know, his sincere and honest nature. He isn't very trusting, and befriending this creature is a hard task. But they will find it very endearing.
Weapons and Equipment neutral :
He carries a mythril bladed rapier, perfect for piercing attacks to disable his foe quickly. Mythril is a light, yet resiliant alloy. Absorbant of dark magic, the blades basic rapier guard has various runes etching across it. With the ability to channel the energy it absorbs and unleash it against the wielders enemy. Also carrying twin vorpal edged daggers, usually hidden in his boots. They thirst for souls, and once a soul has been released from a body, when unsheathed and unrestrained by the runes on it. It will begin to devour the soul of the whomever is nearby.
Historical Synopsis neutral : In progress.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 11:50 pm
Name: Lamia Darkstar Age: Unknown Race: Lamiae Gender: Female Alignment: Depends. Eyes: Golden Flecked. Hair: Black when human. Blue transformed. Weight: 140 pounds Height: 6'0 Blood Type: AB negative. Birthday: Unknown. Birthplace: Uknown. Martial Status: Widowed. Appearance:  Description: Stong-willed, yet oh so weak. Her humanity is what keeps her from the ultimate power. She loves fully, and hates deeply. An emotional creature, begotten from the womb of Lilith herself. She is demanding, cunning and lethal. She is sworn enemies/rivals with the Deseer clan and hopes to one day annhilate their existance. However, she finds herself unnaturally drawn to Roan and her crew.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 8:08 am
Many may not even know me... but what can i say i' was practically part of the furniture! heh.. but thats not all! also part of the Family! Name: Zachriedek DeSeer Age: 28 Race: First Human, then Vampire, currently the soul of some random wandering Nordic ******** war god who says this body was his prime choice of vessel. I guess he's a part of me.. well as much as my sword is! ******** it! i am Multi-cultural Gender: Male, and also asexual at the same time! impossible to describe with mere mortal tongue Height: 6'2 Weight: 180 Birthplace: Europe/England:Eare/Cenoi Blood Type: many! Birthday: Which one? Position: Free-lance Mercenary... seriously... i'm free! i need no money for such trivial little trinkets Weapons of Choice:-Damaris: Large Daemon blade... brothered with Ferago it has a red element living within it. Only few know his name! -Two GSR Granite .45's - Short Barrelled Remington Shotgun -Self tempered Folded steel tactital Katana -52 Razor edged playing cards... all concealed -Spite -And Malice... (Perhaps some day you'll met them!) Profile:I've been around a while, i was one of the earliest childe of the great Roan... i hung around for a while before ******** off to Japan to get rid of a blood bond. I returned to this town and found things mildly different but had a strange compulsion to leave for another world ( gonk I LOST MY ******** NET CONNECTION gonk ) I was in a relaxed place filled with knowledge beyond mere mortals... some would call it the tree of Ygdrasill... again ask me later! Still i have learnt many things, many ways of thinking and could have stayed for an eternity learning the wonders of the universe... buuut, to tell the truth all that peace and quiet was boring as ********... so i have come back to this world to pick some fights... and considering the current situations at hand, seems like my timing is juuust right! get ready! Tastes: i like rock music, fighting, punk music (no gay punk in lame tuning please), Violence, Drum and Bass Music, Killing, Heavy Metal Music, Maiming aaaaaaaand Whitney Houston..... what? didn't expect that? well someone got me a CD for my birthday... WHAT??>_< ITS s**t! I DON'T LIKE IT... but it would probably make her cry if i said it was s**t... it had a poster and everything....... i just said it was s**t din;t I?... damn... uuuh.... ANIME... uuuh ..... stare no s**t, who here doesn't..... THE GANJA MON!!!!!!!!! aaaaand... shoes??!!! Distastes: uuuuh, quite alot... just ask me if i like it and i'll tell ya straight! Appearance(Picture):
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 4:31 pm
Name: Ice Anon Age: Truly unknown, but old. Age sits on the mad elders shoudlers like a palpable force, and there are rumours his life stretches back into the far darkness of human history. Race: Kindred/Cainite Gender: Male. Mostly. Sometimes he changes sex when he feels like it. Alignment: Sadistic Evil. There's no other way to describe his laviscious and oppressive nature. Eyes: Piercing albino pink/red Hair: Loose, clear strands at present, tinged with blue form the cold colour of his skin. Often also seen in gravity defying rakish spikes of the same colour. Weight: 14 stone (thanks to his tail), but varies Height: 5ft 10", but varies Blood Type: O Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Martial Status: hahaha. Ice isnt married, save to his lusts. Of these, Corbin DeSeer has been his mainstay of obsession for while, but since his recent reawakening, his hunger has shifted to equally encompass Iden DeSeer, his natural sadism enahnced with desires for revenge towards the blue haired neonate. Appearance: *See sig* Description: Coming soon....
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