New York Vampire Coven[AUGUST 06 - RESUBMIT!]

[Kyrre]

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You wake up one morning to find a dirty, creased envelope laying by your side. The envelope is closed with a blood red wax seal and feels light. After opening it, a small piece of paper falls out into your hands. With neat handwriting, it reads:

"Welcome..
Through some twist of fate, you have arrived here in new york. We have /been watching you, nightborn, so do not ignore this letter. We are probably watching you now as well.. As a vampire, you are bound to the nearby new york coven. We accept all creatures of the void and look out for each other, traitors will be hunted down and killed. There are only a few rules..
-The order of the Coven must be kept, the line of command followed.
-Any vampire who turns their back on the Coven for no beneficial reason shall forfeit their life to the coven.
-Do not draw public attention to the Coven or race; Kill all witnesses and clear up after attacks.

Follow those simple rules and you'll do just fine. Of course you have no choice in the matter, though."

Below the writing is instructions on how to contact the coven and where to find it, and it is neatly signed by a few names; these are your elders. Rikku de Lioncourt, Kyrre, Gabbymental, Blackrogue.


The vampires are split into four categories..

Sanguinarian - Fast, strong, tough. These vampires are deadly bloodsuckers who choose to kill whatever they want instead of specialising on simply lycans. They lack the specialist training in lycan hunting, but make up for it with the ability to drive themselves into a frenzied rage at the sight or smell of blood. Thus the name Sanguineus meaning bloody/bloodthirsty in latin.



Psychic - Have the power to ease minds; aiding in the rest of fellow vampires, can influence other minds and can control small objects with a simple thought. Their fighting prowess and toughness pales in comparison to other vampires though.



Deathdealer - Specialists in Lycan psychology, and most importantly the killing of them.. though they lack the general capabilities of dealing with other species.



Voidmaster - These Vampires have lent so far into the darkness that it has almost claimed their very soul as well as their body. They have become the eyes and ears of a much higher power, and as such are protected by it. They can manipulate darkness and shadows to their own use as long as it remains connected to them, but lack the blood frenzied combat skills or psychic abilities of other vampires.

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[Kyrre]

Name: Kyrre
Age: Lost track of time
Type: Voidmaster
Weapons: A variety of small knives and pistols hidden over his body.
Appearance: Tight black jeans with straps and chains, a variety of tight black shirts with various designs on them, and a flowing long black jacket. Often wears a silk black scarf to conceal his fangs. His hair is a similar jet black color, and about mouth length which he brushes to one side. He often wears dark red or black eye makeup.


There are four arcane symbols and some writing marked on his back.

They represent the four most powerful vampires to ever have lived; Ghorgor, Baelgor, Dragnor and Staeglin.
The writing reads;
“Kyrre, kissed by the abyss, your soul will never be free. ~Ithriana.”

Bio:
Where to begin..

This story dates back to the age of twilight, when there were two moons and no sun, when the elvish army ruled the world with an iron fist. No mortal can remember these times, and there is no record of them.

When the very first humans were born of their God, the elves took it upon themselves to wage immediate war against these invaders. The greatest archmages of the elvish empire unleashed the blood curse on the sons of men. Most died in blinding agony, others were consumed by madness to become mindless savages. And the strong that were left? Well the elves decided to take them as slaves.

After that, every son of man born was to be a slave to the elves, and had the scorch marks of foul magic lashes across their backs to prove it. Such grotesque magical experiments and torture were performed upon these slaves that their methods will never again be known, for fear of them being used once more. Kyrre was one of these slaves.

Each night he would hear a voice. She said her name was Ithriana, she promised him freedom, retribution, and told him that all the bards in all the elvish castles would utter his name in fear. All she wanted in return was allegiance. He paid the price gladly. One evening, when the sky was darker than usual, he awoke from a brief slumber to find he was free from the torture, his chains broken, and the guards dead. Once he was free to move, he fought like twenty men, carving a bloody path through his one time masters to escape the imprisonment.

He fought like a vicious animal, attacking hard and fast before vanishing into the wilds again, and stopped at nothing to sow horror into his former captors. He ate the flesh of slain elves, running to battle with his face a crimson red, painted in elf blood. They said the atrocities wrought at the edges of the Elven Empire exceeded even the elven cruelty.

Of course, he was caught. But he had slain thousands, and his name was indeed feared throughout the empire. They slew him. It took the bloody warlord days to die, in a spectacle of public magi torture. But it could not be withstood forever.

His deed had not gone unnoticed however, and the voice who was indeed Ithriana, one of the first vampires watched from the shadows. She had watched him weak havoc upon the elves, watched in glee as he tore at his enemies flesh. And what she saw, the dark knew. When Kyrre died his soul did not move on, it was consumed by the dark that had manipulated him for so long. And on the third night his body arose once again as a vampire. The eyes and ears of the void itself.

He now understood the allegiance he had made with the voice, with the darkness. His power was shared now, amongst thousands like that. Some would call that deceit on Ithrianas part, and many had been deceived before him. Many heroes of the like will never again be seen had already fallen to the seductress. He saw this as a gift however, a gift of immortality.

Ithriana had taken Kyrre as her prodigy, speaking to him without voice nor body, but each time she was taking more control, to the point of controlling his body itself. Each time it went too far; jet black, jagged markings would crawl across Kyrre's body and face, piercing into his eyes and causing unspeakable pain. The markings stopped him breathing, seeing, moving, and each time if left unchecked - almost killed him. It was this pain - unfelt by Ithriana however, that caused her to leave his body each time immediately. Kyrre speculates that this is the black itself trying to draw him into it, to join his sires and circle of friends. Perhaps that meant that if he died, she no longer had a host. He would get answers from her some day.

Recent history: Together with Rikku, Rufus and his fiance; Ea Kisaki - they fought against the chaos legions and shut the Chaos gates, securing these planes forevermore. This was thousands of years ago.

He then departed from the company of Rikku & Rufus with Ea for a very long time, and returned to New York once he heard of Rikku's involvement with the new Coven and Rufus' death. Since then Ea has come and gone, their relationship somewhat broken. She left him her pendant, and he still holds it and the memories dear. They remain good friends and toy with each other whenever they meet. He now lives day by day, bored of this life - but cannot do anything about it.

Abilities/Powers: All the regular vampire things. His bloodlust is somewhat under control after so long. He is as strong as can be expected for a vampire of his age and bloodline, but on his own - not unbeatable. If it weren't for the void keeping watch over him, he would probably have been killed already. But as it is, he often calls on the void to grant him unnatural strength and speed. When he does this, Ithriana has an easier time to take control. Though she is insanely powerful, it will inevitably lead to Kyrre's downfall if she is to take complete control.

The void, black, or shadow; is the very essence of evil. Kyrre believes it governs all vampires and other such monstrosities, and that its children, the vampires - are its eyes and ears. Because of this, the void will try to keep Kyrre alive. It will use shadows for his advantage, some attacks will often simply be absorbed into the blanket of shadow that often appears around him. And he can use it in his attacks, confusing opponents with trickery. His most used example of this is his favorite ‘Umbra strike’ - in which he creates a dagger from shadow and launches it at a target. Shadows however, cannot actually hurt people. And so behind the first dagger, he throws a second, real dagger. This is the one that, unseen, will do the surprise damage. It is impossible to see the second dagger, hidden by the first ones shadow.

Another of his techniques is 'Divination Storm' - In which he uses the soft palm fighting style. Using soft but lightning fast strikes, he attacks each of the 64 essential tenketsu in a series of 2,2,4,8,16,32 attacks straight after another. Once 64 has been reached and all tenketsu are sealed closed, the target will hardly be able to transfer energy around their body easily at all. It requires intense precision in his attacking, as the tenketsu are tiny. He is also a master of various little known martial arts such as xingyiquan and jeet kune do.

Personality: During his early years with the void, he was very cruel and vicious, slaughtering most whom he met. Nowadays though, he is very calm and relaxed, choosing only to fight when really needed or for fun. He would rather talk/annoy an opponent while keeping out of their reach than tear them to pieces. He often feels sorry for the people he feeds on, and often tries to keep them alive afterwards.  

[Rikku de Lioncourt]

Name: Rikku de Lioncourt
Age: 658
Type: Coven Matriarch (Deathdealer)
Weapons: Two silver plated pistols, loaded with siler nitrate bullets which are placed in gun holsters on her hips. On her thight holster, she has a couple of silver knives, just incase she runs into trouble.
Nationality: French
Appearence: Her hair, a deep shade of red, some would call it auburn. But Rikku likes to think it's more red. Her eyes are a cold shade of blue, to match her personality. Her frame is slim and slender, a sign of her times. She is also quite short compared to the average modern day mortal, standing at only 5ft.
Her attire would usually consist of a long coat, a scarf and a pair of comfortable leather trousers, which didn't affect her mobility. As for top half she'd generally wear a cotton vest. Comfort is important to her and finally, a thick pair of boots for any occaision, really.
Personality: Rikku is generally a cold hearted person who becomes close to very few people. Those who are close to her still feel her wrath from time to time. She has a firey temper, matching her hair colour. At heart, she still longs to return to Rennes, and has still after all these years retained her French mannerisms.

Bio: Rikku was born in 1347, in the small village of Rennes in what is now known as Bretagne to the French. Growing up as a peasent, her family soon sought a better life in London, England. Growing up there, she found it hard but it didn't take her long to learn English as she was rather gifted with languages.

Being quite close to her older sister, Gabrielle, they were never apart. Even when they were both reaching their prime. Yet, when Gabrielle fell in-love and found a husband, Rikku was a young woman of 16. And all alone.

A few years later, Gabrielle and her husband were reported missing. The village they lived in spread the word quickly. Rikku was the only one who searched... Giving up when she couldn't find them, she sat alone on the edge of the village well, speaking with the stars at night, and praying for their safe return. Her prayers finally answered, her brother-in-law came looking for her... But things were not as they seemed. Rikku was overwhelmed with his return, she begged to be taken to Gabrielle, who was apparently safe and well. She had failed to notice the strange being her brother-in-law had become, and was bitten there and then, left for dead in the alley she was made.

Having had to fend for herself as a fledgling vampire, she learned quickly. A little repulsed by it at first, she soon grew to love it, but was forced to leave her parents. This explains her current cold and wrathful disposition.

Spending a few years in the countryside playing with her vampire senses, she finally decided she'd go check her parents were still alive and well, only to find that they'd been murdered. By wolves. Enraged, she left the village for good.. Determined to find others like her, who would help her seek her revenge. She somehow knew that it wasn't just wolves who killed her parents.

Eventually training as a deathdealer, she soon became one of the best. Easily overcoming any adversary. Having been assigned to New York eventually with an old friend named Kyrre, she often prowls the streets at night, watching for any Lycans, or any potential meals.