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 Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:54 pm
On Profiles
For now I will be the one that accepts and allows you to post your profiles here. I will lend out this power once the guild grows, but I would like this to be just me for now.
This is the format for creating your profile:Profile Setup Name: Alias (if applicable): Age: Appearance: Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): History: Weapons (if any): Race:
Also, as stated on the main forum, you must create a place for yourself. Just create a topic in here that represents your room.
This place will, most likely, be within the club itself, but you may have an apartment soemwhere in Los Angeles. Please state within the title (In Club) or (Apartment) or (The Babylon), so this can be defined.Male Vampire Elder Name: Alluvian Dynentha
Nickname: Al (by Maren and Akina)
Age: Thousands of years
Appearance: 
Personality: To enemies, cold, merciless, and unforgiving. He can kill without sorrow, with no change in expression whatsoever. He does what is necessary, but also places the protection of those he loves over everything else.
To friends, he is warm and happy, a companion to talk to. While able to quickly change emotional states from a change in conversation and sometimes given to brooding silences, he nonetheless is a companion to many.
History: Alluvian was one of the First, an angel of the highest pedigree decended from Heaven. Eons old, he was a war angel, given to fighting and protection of the human race from the spawn of evil. He would fight for his own beliefs and not listen to anyone who told him otherwise, even the command of the Divine.
When quibbling politics took over the actions of the angels over what to do with the spreading plague of Immortals, he took it upon himself to complete the necessary job. He knew that it would cost him his wings and likely his soul, but that was something he was willing to give for humanity's protection. The blood of the unrighteous would stain his palms and all would be well.
However, it was also his belief that there was no such thing as pure evil, that all creatures carried sparks of light and dark. It was to the spark opposite to their nature that he spoke to, trying to redeem those vampires, lycanthropes, and demons that had strayed from the path of light. The Demonic high powers would not allow his corrupting influence and killed every demonic force that wavered in their outlook.
The other two races, though, did falter and came over to his side. The vampires and lycans, some of them, believed that there was a better path under his leadership. Undertaking an oath to never take another human life, they became his followers, his brethren. Many centuries passed as he amassed his army...
Then, in the modern era, he unleashed his final blow. The choice he set forth was stark: change and become a believer, or die. One by one, the Packs and Covens of Europe were assimilated or eradicated. Then he hopped the ocean to America, where he would find that his path was not so true as he had thought.
Upon reaching Los Angeles, having swept the rest of the country, he became embroiled in the myriad of conflicts before he even had the opportunity to finish the choice. This was how he fell, becoming caring for those he fought alongside before they had chosen and, far worse, by falling in love with the vampire elder, Akina.
Time passed, conflicts were resolved only to find new ones spring up unexpectedly. His love deepened and Alluvian found himself someplace he hadn't expected to be.
He had become a Fallen Angel.
Losing signs of his divinity, he was steadily corrupted by vampiric influences, his eyes changing color multiple times, his wings turning blood red, his heart beat ceasing. He became something that had never been seen before, an Angel who was a vampire, containing the powers of both, but the weaknesses of neither.
And the story goes on...
Weapons:
His main weapon of choice, though seldomly used as time passes, is his spear that he conjures to his hands. It has undergone various shape changes with his own degeneration, until finally sinking into it's permanent form. A rapier handle of midnight blue, leading up to a curved spear length of darkest red, the colors blending seamlessly.
Since his degeneration, his ability to control angelic light has morphed into the power to control all electricity. He can do whatever he wishes with it, within physical limits.
Race: Variable Female Vampire Elder Name: Akina Svit`Kona
Alias: 'Kina, only Maren is allowed to call her that, though.
Age: Died when she was 16. Now she is close to 300 years.
Appearance:
Personality: Akina was one that loves to show-off. If she is in a battle, she would never accept help willingly. It would have to be a life-or-death situation. Many times her pride gets hurt easily. Which makes her go on crazy missions to prove her worth. As the youngest Elder in history, she still finds she is no where near as good as she should be.
To those who have wronged her, she will always hunt and maim. For those who befriend her, her loyalty will never end.
History: Akina's life, even as a mortal, was filled with sorrow. At a tender age, Akina watched her parents die, mutilated by vampires that were feeding. She watched her twin sisters organs be fed on by a vampire she will always hate. There was a single vampire doing the deed. Ninak, the horrible being he is, tortured her and tried to make her his lover, no matter her protests. He was not one of the best master's a vampire could have. Even though he mistreated her, he expected her to be loyal, instead she found herself racing to a new home.
Though after realizing his mistake, he came back to her, and taught her many ways of vampirism. Most of her fighting abilities come from her Master. The knowledge she learned, and the savage bestial-ways of her fighting she earned. Before leaving England, she was sired as Vampire Elder. Perhaps her fighting capabilities and unending savageness earned her the title of Youngest Elder in History. The Council ordered her to exterminate a large mass of vampires in Los Angeles. Instead of killing them as she was meant to, she ended up befriending the K'Meric's. Now, she is so close to Maren, she would rather die than lose that friendship.
Weapons: Akina had been able to fight with weapons. Sanguinarian strength allowed her to. After she died, and was tortured in Hell, she lost most of that natural strength. Reborn, she walks the earth as a Brahmaparush, learning the ways of how to brutally kill someone. Apparently, she is a very fast learner.
Race: Brahmaparush. After her true death, and being tortured by the lord of hell, she came back to take care of Alluvian. Failing to do so half of the time, her life now consists of killing those who wrong her... Sanguinarian.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 8:49 pm
Former Female Vampire Elder; Deceased; Killed by Vlos Name: Chloe Alias: None Age: 273 Personality: Quiet and an observant girl she prefers to sit back and relax, listening to others. Being a solitary creature she only really talks to Vlos. History: When Chloe was born she had a great sense of the things around her, although it was proven by a doctor that she was completely blind. A boy in her town taught her acrobatics for free because he felt sorry for her state. Chloe was always a quiet girl but when Vlos came around, when she was about seventeen, she fell in lust. Being one that wanted adventure she asked him to turn her. She's followed him ever since. Weapons: Cane, Acrobatics Race: Vampire
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:14 pm
Former Male Vampire Elder; MIA; Presumed DeceasedName: Vlos Alias: none Age: 1923 Appearance:  Personality: Very stuck up and haughty, Vlos is known for his fierce temper and quick action. Not one to be seen doing the dirty work, he is a great manipulator with the ability to get anyone to do anything, especially mortals. Vlos is known world over as a womanizer and is usually seen with woman on his arm of either Vampire of human race. He does not like any race that isn’t Vampire, though he has been known to make deals, but never with Lycans or Angels. History: Born in the year 84 A.D. he is thought to be among the first of the vampires, though this history is vague and hard to follow. Living in Europe for most his life he was given the curse of Vampirism from birth, and has known nothing else. As the years went by he followed the human changes and trends, keeping up as not to be easily seen, especially when hunting came into being. The years went on between the wars and he wanted to gain the power to lead his race, but was denied by another older vampire. With a slip of security and a ‘little birds note’ the hunters raided the Elders tome and killed him, making Vlos the new Elder. With this new power he was instantly held as dangerous and sent by his race to the new Americas to control over there, away from the first and strongest coven. Coming to America he started a coven of his own, slowly gaining power in these new lands. As expansion continued he moved West to finally settle in California, where he has set up and stayed ever since. Weapons: Falchion (gun to come later) Race: Vampire
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 10:44 am
Name:
Maren K'meric
Alias: Marianne Kemer is her legal, recorded name.
The Butcher is her alias in the newspapers, a well-documented Serial Killer with an MO unlike any other.
Age:
1755
Personality:
She's seen and taken into herself the lives of millions over the ages. She can be conniving when it suits her, and downright cruel when she's on buisness.
However, her normal disposition is kind and sweet. She is pleasant to get along with, and likes to be spoiled.
But don't get her mad. You wouldn't like her when she's mad.
History:
Maren was first born in 254, then born again in 277 at the age of 23. She took the name 'Salem' as a way to remember one of the best times of her life, when she could kill someone then watch another burn at the stake a few days later!
The identity of her sire is a well-guarded secret, although rumor has it that she was made by Lilith herself.
Weapons:
She knows you.
She knows you, your friends, your family, and everything about you the second you walk in the door.
Her influence stretches through most of the underground -both human, and Vampire. She has no qualms against using this information against you, or yours, to get what she wants or what she needs.
She carries a gun strapped to her thigh, and a double-edged blade in her boot. The Gun changes every few days, but often differentiates between a colt revolver or magnum.
On her other thigh are 20 blessed silver throwing darts each in neat case holders, for long-distance combat.
Abilities:
Maren is weak compared to most Vampires, but her strength lies in her massive family and her ability to co-ordinate the power of hundreds of Vampires at once. Because of her age she heals almost instantaneously from almost all mundane wounds, vampiric wounds faster than most.
Shapeshifting, touch that can rot bodies.
Race:
Muroni. She has been Brahmaparush for the greater part of her existance, but due to her revival and redeath,
Brahmaparush. She's very picky about her victims, however, and blends right in with the dozens of other serial killers in the city of Angels.
Other:
She owns and operates a small, and expensive bar and grill in downtown LA that caters to all sorts of races, from the beautiful to the bizarre.Felix Name: Felix
Job: Bartender at The Babylon Bar and Grill.
Age: 464
Physical Age: Nearly 20
Personality: He keeps to himself, feeding bit by bit on mortal customers as they come through The Babylon.
History: He serves Maren completely and loyaly until the time when his debt is paid and the bargain is complete. His mother traded his life for a thousand years of immortality, which she currently spends trapped inside her mummified body, immobilized in Maren's Morgue. She accepted the deal, favoring the combonation of his blue eyes and black hair. His freedom comes when the contract is up, 1000 years from his first death.
Weapons: He's learned Kick boxing, combined with his vampire strength, agility, and speed. He can also drain most victims minds, killing them without their knowledge.
Race: Psychic Vampire, he acts as Maren's 'Radar' and relays information back to her. Neve - Dead Name: Erendi
Alias: Neve
Age: 319 (Dead)
Appearance: Black skin, Black hair, Golden Almond-shaped eyes with a muscular frame.
Preffered Muroni Shape:
Personality: She came to terms with what she was a long time ago, despite being forced into her death. She is always level headed and extremely submissive to Maren's will. She favors the Jaguar form, because it reminds her of her homelands.
History: The last 'surviving' member of her race. Maren made her in order to preserve the memories, lifestyles, legends, and history of Erendi's tribe before it was wiped from the earth by invading Europeans.
Weapons: Muroni Shapeshifting, and she can wield any staff-shaped object like a pro.
Race: Muroni
Status: Dead. Killed by the Basilisk.
Emilie Name: Emilie du Arles (K'Meric)
Age: Born March 12, 1285, died 1307
Personality:
History: In the recent battle with Lilith she was heavily injured, her skin peeled off the entirety of her body, leaving her defenseless and in great pain. She's back again however, and in -mostly- good shape for it.Olvera Street, page 43 "Hmmm, well," Emilie began, thinking back to her starts, "I was born March 12, 1285 in the Kingdom of Arles. There really wasn't much to it, my parents were farmworkers, we had enough land to feed ourselves throughout the year and although life was harsh, it was good."
Emilie smiled, green eyes glimmering with rememberance, "The countryside was wild but lovely, by siblings and I would go out and catch rabbits and fowl. Oftentimes we'd upset a bear or some manner of beast, but the casualties were limited. At least... until...."
She turned her head, looking down at the ground, "My Lady arrived one night just before dawn. Back then, you'd welcome any stranger or traveller into your home without a second thought, it was merely good manners. She slept through the day in my mother's bed, and then that night... it's not a happy story, after that," she said, her voice apologetic.
Weapons: Muroni shapeshifting, a short sword.
Race: Muroni. She favors the form of a Paragrine Falcon, almost to the point where she has taken on the mannerisms and characteristics of one. Sophie
Name: Sophie
Age: 1590
Appearance: Pale with pink eyes, she keeps her long brown hair neatly in a single braid down her back.
Personality: Quiet and easily overlooked, Sophie's history has been long but... mostly uneventful. She is close friends with Wenda, a girl who reminds her so much of who she once was.
History: Due to the violent death of her lover, Kael, at one of Maren's sibling's hands, her progression as a Vampire was suddenly haulted. She went to sleep for three centuries and refused to drink blood until Narmer's arrival, when the order went through the family for all to prepare for war.
Now she's back, more or less, and has exceptional energy as a psychic Vampire, though she lacks the experience and tecnique due to her refusal to use it.
Weapons: Psychic abilities.
Race: Psychic Vampire.
Aaron
Name: Sylvester
Alias: Aaron. The pale child.
Age: ~65. Died shortly after Trevor did.
Appearance: The body of a five-year-old boy, the mind of a sixty year old. He's pale, blond, with eyes of vibrant pink.
Personality: Quiet, reserved, and easily looked over.
History: He was picked out as an infant by Trevor, Maren's brother. He wanted a protege, someone to share what he had learned in his long life with, and planned to turn Aaron once he had reached a proper age.
His destiny was cut short, however, when Trevor was killed by Alluvian's forces. A greiving Maren immediately reached out to him, the child hand-picked by her brother, and turned him to preserve the memory of her brother.
Now he resides in The Babylon, keeping an eye out for his sibling's well being and playing the part of surrogate child to Wenda.
Weapons: None.
Race: Unknown. He does not drink blood.
Daniel 
Name: Daniel
Alias: Shimp. Failure.
Age: 36, 19 physically.
Appearance: Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, he's a good looking guy.
Personality: He was, at one point, cocky and outgoing. At least until his world was turned upside down on him, when he took the path of least resistance instead of supporting his family. Since then, no one trusts him, he's always doing the work of a yearling and is under constant supervision. He's bitter about it but takes it as well as he can, keeping his head low and walking straight under their watchful eyes.
History:
Weapons: None
Race: Sanguinarian
Wenda
Name: Wenda K'Meric (Was: Johnson) (Maiden: Lowe)
Age: 33, Died at 31
Appearance: Blonde shoulder-length hair that ends in a small curl, and a row of the same yellow bangs along her brow. Her eyes are blue, her skin still has a golden hue from her days as a human. She's mid-heighted, roughly 5ft4 and finds herself most comfortable in an apron and uniform rather than ususal clothes.
Personality: Sweet and kind to everyone she meets, she tries her best to set good impressions for her own sake and the good of the house.
She's rather meek, however, and does not handle new situations very well. She's spent the time since her death in the rose-tinted world of The Babylon, surrounding herself with her new family.
New confidence and new surroundings Wenda's back on her feet and recovering in leaps and bounds from the trauma that ended her life. Perhaps it is her newfound independence, or more likely having something to live for other than the sake of existing, love. Maybe being a Vampire isn't so bad, after all...
History:
Born and raised in Chicago, she spent her human life working as a nurse until she and her fiance, Mark, decided to settle down and raise a family. Not long after the wedding he received a job offer in Los Angeles as an Elementary School Principal, so he, Wenda, and their infant son packed up and moved across the country.
Happily married several years later, she was able to stay at home and care for the apartment and their two beautiful sons, the joys of her life. Wenda had a stable home, a happy family, and everything she could have ever needed. Her mundane bliss ended one crisp November evening.
Wenda laid in her bed, unable to move next to her husband as Maren tore him apart, eating his organs and killing him slowly.
Then, she watched in horror as Maren slowly, delicately, tortured and devoured her children.
She was whisked away into the night, delivered to The Babylon just before war. Years have passed since then now, and slowly as she's been peeled out of her shell Wenda has found that maybe, the life of a Vampire doesn't have to be as bad as she always thought it was. Maybe liking the smell and taste of blood doesn't make her evil, and maybe she can learn to enjoy the perks of night-vision, extra strength, speed, good health and not aging. After all, she has someone to share it with now and a ring on her finger to show that he means it. 'Till death do you part is optional, right?
Weapons: Psychic abilities
Race: Psychic. Her race was determined when she first began to drink blood from her lover, S. Stella Name: Stella (Hellen) K'Meric (Ayers)
Previous Assignment: Assassin, hired by Mafia to kill Maren.
Age: Nearly 20. Has been a Vampire for a very short time.
Personality: 'Snarkey' would be a good way to put it. She's used to the life in the night, hunting and killing. But before she killed for a paycheck, now it's in order to survive. Which one follows more sound reasoning? Really, does it even matter?
History: She was scouted out of her gymnastics team for her athletic abilities and nimble movements, and started work as a minor thief for the payouts and quick cash it awarded. Soon after, she rose to a thief-for-hire level, selling her abilities to those who's greed was matched only by their ruthlessness.
Quickly after she was recruited into her 'team'. Hellen, Jack, Abbey, Tom, and Luther. Together, their robberies escalated, stealing technology and information for whoever paid the highest bill. It didn't take long to get into the business of killing. More money, more thrill. It seemed everyone wanted someone else dead.From Griffith Park. Page 54
Stella walked, hand in hand with Ninak, a smile on her face.
"Well... it was coincidence mostly. I'd taken gymnastics my entire life, and a little Tae Kwon Do after school. That's where I met Abby, and the rest of my life. Together, we'd break into places and steal things, electronics, art. It was partially to fuel her need for speed, partially to pay for my first car. We started getting paid to do jobs instead of just stealing and pawning our loot, but it didn't take to long until the jobs were a bit much for us. So we got Tom, my martial arts teacher in on it, and it went from there."
It felt good to talk about it, to finally tell someone how she had fallen from her promising future into a life of crime.
"Jack joined us later, he was Abby's friend's boyfriend. Shelly was with us for a while too. She was the first to kill someone... we were sixteen. It was hard on her, she dropped off, got distant. Never really was the same, but Jack stayed with us, I'm glad. He's like a brother -well, literally now."
She grinned letting go of Ninak's hand in favor of wrapping her arm around his middle, "On one of our later theivery jobs we were partnered up with Luther. He'd been in the business a while as an assassin. We were supposed to serve as a distraction and get back some gold for our charge, he was supposed to go after the target. We hit it off as a group and soon after, our businesses merged. We did it all, hunting, robbing, raging and killing. It was great right up until the end. Just another job, until I find myself waking up in a coffin, eh?"
Stella grinned, "It was the fast life, but it was the good life. We covered our tracks well, better than most professional groups. I guess the cops never expected a group of teenagers, although Luther had experience enough to keep us all safe even in the worst of situations. Although, I doubt he could have done anything in this one."
Weapons: Gymnastics, training with various types of weapons including guns, blades, and tools of other kinds.
Race: Sanguinarian Vala Blood of the undead,
Lineage of the Damned.
Her birth brought Angel's wings into flight
And Vampires walked under the sun.
The skin of a wolf, the heart of a mortal.
The chosen child of hope. Race: Demon (Devil?) Daughter of Yami, Daughter of Maren. Name: Vala Temel K'Meric Age: One year. Physically, 8-9 years. Appearance: White hair, pastel pink eyes, and a small pale body. Demonic Appearance: White and fluffy, she's a growing wolf pup. Personality: The classic 'cute kid', she spends her time learning and playing under the watchful eyes of everyone in The Babylon. Vala has nothing against getting into a little trouble every now and then, usually with her partner-in-crime, Ferral. History: Vala was born a Demon to the Vampire-turned-human Maren and her husband, the Demon Yami. Abilities: Strong telekinetic abilities, can shapeshift into a secondary wolf form. Adult Vala: http:/ /img223.imageshack.us /img223 /9785 /01pt3 .jpg
Adult Wolf Vala: http:/ /img81.imageshack.us /img81 /207 /c24s0095pj7 .jpg
Teenaged Vala: http:/ /img207.imageshack.us /img207 /3750 /5b3044bb5f399109iw9 .jpg
Remove Spaces for a sneak peek :3
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 2:39 pm
Name: Akina Svit`Kona
Alias: 'Kina, only Maren is allowed to call her that, though.
Age: Died when she was 16. Now she is close to 300 years.
Appearance:
Personality: Akina was one that loves to show-off. If she is in a battle, she would never accept help willingly. It would have to be a life-or-death situation. Many times her pride gets hurt easily. Which makes her go on crazy missions to prove her worth. As the youngest Elder in history, she still finds she is no where near as good as she should be.
But as time progresses, Akina's mentality and personality has been noticeably changing due to her raging Brahmaparush instincts. Many may call her insane, or at least cynical, but they all respect her to some degree. Because if one doesn't respect one's Elder, one will know the wrath of Akina.
To those who have wronged her, she will always hunt and maim. For those who befriend her, her loyalty will never end.
History: Akina's life, even as a mortal, was filled with sorrow. At a tender age, Akina watched her parents die, mutilated by a vampire that were feeding. She watched her twin sister's organs be fed on by a vampire she will always hate. Ninak, the horrible being he is, tortured her and tried to make her his lover, no matter her protests. He was not one of the best master's a vampire could have. Even though he mistreated her, he expected her to be loyal, instead she found herself racing to a new home.
Though after realizing his mistake, he came back to her, and taught her many ways of vampirism. Most of her fighting abilities come from her Master. The knowledge she learned, and the savage bestial-ways of her fighting she earned. Before leaving England, she was sired as Vampire Elder. Perhaps her fighting capabilities and unending savageness earned her the title of Youngest Elder in History. The Council ordered her to exterminate a large mass of vampires in Los Angeles. Instead of killing them as she was meant to, she ended up befriending the K'Meric's. Now, she is so close to Maren, she would rather die than lose that friendship.
Weapons: Akina had been able to fight with weapons. Sanguinarian strength allowed her to. After she died, and was tortured in Hell, she lost most of that natural strength. Reborn, she walks the earth as a Brahmaparush, learning the ways of how to brutally kill someone. Apparently, she is a very fast learner.
Race: Brahmaparush. After her true death, and being tortured by the lord of hell, she came back to take care of Alluvian. Failing to do so half of the time, her life now consists of killing those who wrong her...
Unlike Maren, Akina finds herself too impatient to blend in with the other serial killers in Los Angeles. She kills entire families, or maybe just an infant, to traumatize and terrify for no apparent reason.
Sanguinarian. Ninak Name: Ninak Svit`Kona
Alias: [none]
Age: Probably close to 1,000. Stopped keeping track afer 700 when the days seemed to just blend together...
Appearence:
http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/7084/trozengz5.jpg
Personality: Ninak is spontaneous, to say the least. He is the kind of male who would rather sit in the corner, surrounded by women, than socialize with friends. They were his friends, in many ways. One-night stands is his specialty.
History: Not much is known about Ninak. To shorten things, he was born in London, England, between the 12th and 14th century's. Throughout history, he has been able to keep control over Vampires that try to flaunt their abilities around mortals. He was a known mercenary until the most recent hundred years or so when that became illegal. When his most enjoyable hobby became unavailable, not that laws really applied to him, he decided to get a 'family'. There was a blonde, cute, sixteen year old mortal he had stalked for many months. Finally, one day he decided to raid her house in the middle of the night. Her sister and parents were slaughtered before her eyes. He kidnapped Akina from her family, and made her join his own. From then he had not trained her, waiting until the perfect moment. Now, his oldest child is Vampire Elder, he comes to join her life more often. Even though his methods are cruel and unusual, he enjoys every moment of her torture.
When his child left him, he took his time finding her. Knowing she was hiding out with many other races, he did not see the hurry in her punishment. When Ninak finally made it from England to California, he learned how all of his teachings was for nothing. Angered by her betrayal, he now works on prying her from her 'friends' and the Angel she fell in love with, and returning Akina to her normal stature of a vicious killer.
Weapons: His own natural abilities. Akina's unnatural speed came from him, though Akina's speed was no where near as good as his.
Race: Sanguinarian.
Takiko
Name: Takiko Svit`Kona
Alias: Taki.
Age: ~100
Appearence:
http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j262/Taki980/1136331764_Heart.jpg
Personality: Quiet and shy, she is quiet the opposite of her favored elder. Takiko does not usually trust many. Only one can ever be seen being appraised by Takiko, and that would be Akina. Her one and only loyalty stands with Akina SvitKona. If anyone was to hurt anyone she loved, the threat would be annihilated with ease.
History: When she was young, her parents died of the Spanish Influenza in the early nineteenth century. Without enough money to stay in a home, or even a hospital when she got ill, Takiko contracted the disease as well. The Influenza had nearly taken her life in a matter of days. A certain day, one of the last she could remember, the town she lived in was being destroyed. Homes were being filled with screams, blood pouring off their walls. Out of all the flames and rubble a single creature strode - Akina. When Takiko tried to speak with the ravenous vampire, even though she was lying on her deathbed, something in Akina seemed to change. Takiko was almost identical to Akina's long-dead sister, Yashiruu. Being grief stricken, the vampire actually turned who she thought was her sister, while mumbling something of saying she thought she was dead. Now, thinking her sister would be alive for all eternity, she is pained to find out Takiko was not her sister, no matter how similar they were. Even so, the vampiress' began to grow to love each other. A pure bond that even connected mentally as children do with their vampiric masters.
Weapons: Takiko is what you would call more of a lover than a fighter. With limited fighting abilities, her only weapons are two ivory fangs protruding from her lips when she feeds.
Race razz sychicNatalie and David Names: Natalie and David Svit'Kona
Ages: Natalie is 18; David is 17. Both were turned only weeks ago.
Natalie's appearence: http://www.katarinasokolova.com/show_single.php?t=aw&n=7
Natalie's favorite Muroni form: http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u89/prettygirl67/kitten-tabby.jpg
Natalie's Race: Muroni.
David's Appearence: http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f83/bubble_buddy52/grid_lucifer_02.png
David's Race: Psychic
Recent History for David: When Narmer brought his children, Qa'a and D'jet to kill the K'Meric's, the Svit'Kona's were not pleased. Even in his incredibly young age, he wanted to fight. David wanted to show his family he would be able to protect them. A favorite memory of his was when he was talking to Alluvian. The only question he had on his mind, 'How do I protect my family?'. A question that even the ancient Angel could not answer.
After fighting Qa'a, the ancient vampire implanted images in David's mind. Terrors shook him, causing him to be unable to fight. Horrible things he could see, Qa'a made him see his family become torn apart, limb by limb. The fear and pain of seeing those images caused him to be immobile, while Qa'a killed him. Now, his death shakes the Svit'Kona's with grief... And gave them the strength to fight once again. Allowing Natalie to avenge her brother's death, by devouring Qa'a. Analese- Dead
Name: Analese Svit'Kona
Alias: Anabelle.
Age: Physically seven years old. Been a vampire for just over two years.
Appearance: http://i515.photobucket.com/albums/t358/YukiHakumei/Vampire Night/anime-771.jpg
Personality: Silent and reserved. All she cares about is the girl named Natalie. Adjusting to her family, she barley knew those who died with Narmer's invasions. Not even her Lady Elder. Still a child, she is mature, as mature as a teenager, though immature compared to her siblings.
History: School was supposed to be out for the next two weeks, on account of the horrible snowstorm that was predicted to hit southern London the next day. This day had begun unusual. Her mother did not wake her, making her late for the bus. In fact, she had not seen her parents at all that dreadful day. Then, when school is finished, everyone but her knew about the school bus breaking down. Apparently a blown radiator they couldn't fix, whatever that meant. Walking just down a few blocks, she noticed movement in the shadows. A man stepped towards her, his black eyes and black-white skin striking her with an awe.
Only a few days later, and she woke in a bed, a girl sitting at her bedside. When she woke, the girl explained all of her new family, the new land she was living in, called America, and how she was now a vampire. Every rule was explained, and especially the ones of her new family, and how her old one was dead. Natalie comforted her, and decided to cheer the young girl up by turning into a kitten and letting her pet her.
"It is what he does when he goes to London," the kitten explained, "When our Lord leaves, he is usually trying to add more to the family... Or grab a pack of cigarettes."
Weapons: Being in such a young body, and a young vampire, she doesn't yet have the muscle capability to wield a weapon. Until then, she can only rely on vampiric strength.
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Maren K'Meric, an old vampire with an even older prejudice against Daeva found out about Analese. Ninak hid her away in a forest, hoping to save his daughter's life. Though the persistent vampire followed, tracking the girl down. Not long after, Analese gained control of Maren, revealing to Ninak how cruel and heartless Daeva truly are. Even in the form of a little girl. She turned Maren against her own daughter, Vala. Vala ended up exacting her revenge and nearly tearing Ana part. In her pain and confusion, Ana's grip over Maren's mind slips, and the old vampire brings and end to the child's unlife.
Race: Daeva
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:16 am
Name: Gabriel Alias: Often mistaken for Cheriour, the angel of crime and Azrael, the angel of death Age: He appears to be about 20 years of age. Appearance: Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Reclusive, Thoughtful, Curtious when it is appropriate. Often depressed because of his "social decline". His moods range from slightly amused to cold and distant. He is not very emotional. History: Born to a noble family in the 16th century, he was accustomed to many of the commodities of the upper class. Introduced to society early, he became quite the socialite. He attended as well as hosted many parties, and was never found without the company of a lady of the court. After he was changed, he drew away from his past life, rejecting any previous relationships, ashamed of what he had become. He slowly began to accept his fate and decided to do something with his life. One night he witnessed the brutal murder of a courtesan, Gabriel pursued the killer, and on finding that the wretch was a vampire, quickly and easily annihilated him. One to always believe in justice, Gabriel quickly adopted the unofficial job of vampire slayer. Weapons (if any): He carries viles of poison for anyone who gets to close to him, but relies mostly on his psychic abilities. Race: Psychic Cheriour - A "terrible angel" charged with punishment of crime and the pursuit of criminals. Azrael - The Angel of Death who is "forever writing in a large book and forever erasing what he writes: what he writes is the birth of man, what he erases is the name of the man at death."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:51 am
Name: Michelle
Alias: none but is open to any that fits
Age: roughly 237
Appearance:
gender : Male
apparent estimated age : 27
hair : wavy platnum silver
eyes : quartz blue
clothes : White vinyl jacket, bleach splatterd jeans, blue sneackers
Accessories : blue and white brimed beanie, chain link belt, a sapphire and pink pearl heiress's collar, pink pearl stud and drop earrings
Personality : Michelle is could be described as a "pack rat". He keeps the bodies of his victims along with found objects that almost have no purpose at all but were interesting at the time. He has a slight attention problem and is easily entertained, praticullary if it pretains to his .hobbie.
History: He doesn't much talk about is life before turning but at some point after it he found himself very bored and his have rather cluttered. thus the birth of his hobbie. Michelle used the bones of his stored victims to make furniture and what he doesn't use of their clothes for cushions, curtains, or table clothes he gave to charity.
Weapons : michelle has a preferance to hand-to-hand combat and availible found weapons such as pipes and crowbars.
Race: Sanguinarian
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 1:44 pm
Altered for current events
Name: Wade North Faith
Alias (if applicable): Kimris
Age: 50
Appearance: He looks around 17 years old. He looks like your average metal-head rocker from high school, standing a total of 6 foot, and weighing around 180 pounds. He is built like a sports jock, wash board abs.
Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Kimris doesn't flaunt anything. He gets things done and usually moves on. He's fairly straight forward.
History: Kimris grew up the wimpy kid, and beat his way to the top in some of the less reputable areas of Los Angeles. He forced himself to learn how to fight, and applied it. He didn't join a gang. Infact, gangs gave him wide berth, because of how badly he had a tendency to leave them in. He usualy left one person in the group able to walk, just barely at that. This however, was not a deterrent when it came to school. Infact, this was motivation to move on and out of his life. Excelling in sports, fistfights, and grades, he hit senior year. He ended up with a fight he couldn't win, and ended up beaten and bloodied. He stumbled home, and collapsed on his mattress. After his family was slaughtered, Kimris ended up waking to fangs and blood lust. After which, he started a trip around the pacific. He went to the philipines, traveling island by island, culture to culture. he survived for roughly 10 years by living in the harsh jungle, living off whom, and what he could. He eventually ended up in Japan. He found himself slowly growing into their culture. Yakuza. it was a comfortable lifestyle that he enjoyed. A little dirty work and he ended up nearly at the top level enforcement. With strong ties to the yakuza, he made his way to a temple, and trained in structured combat. It made everything make sense, as such his reactions, his movements. Needless to say he improved. As of to date, he can recognize his kind easily enough, though Kimris is smart enough to know how to avoid being found by them. He's been hiding till he figured out who exactly he hates. He's still not sure, and his streak of stubbornness that is inherit in all men told him that taking a different approach may prove more successful.
Weapons (if any): Kimris believes in necessary force. A gun when needed. No more, no less. Though, he doesn't really like weapons. But, with how 'strong' he is when using them, and how ugly things can get, it is understandable. Personaly, he prefers fist fights, using his steelcapped gloves.
Abilities: Kimris is gifted when it comes to fighting. He is well balanced with speed and power, and the rest comes from his fighting talent.
New Because of Kimris's intake of demonic blood going on 30 years, his body has changed. Not exactly a vampire anymore, he has taken in enough demonic power to perminantly alter what he is. He now has telepathic abilities, although, compared to vampires like Felix, his are alittle less than half as powerful. Coming along with these powers is something unseen in vampires. Or is at least extremely rare. He now has minor telekinesis, branching out to small amounts of Pyro and Cryokinesis. Because his body's vestment in such abilities, his physical abilities decrease by alittle more than half, but his mental reflexes remain keen if not sharper than before.
Race: Not sure. Gotta brainstorm names.
Lives: In his old house.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 2:19 pm
Name: Garrett Valern
Alias (if applicable): N/A
Age: 29 (Recently turned)
Appearance: 
Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Sultry and suave, yet with a vicious temper if aroused.
History: Garrett was born in the outskirts of Los Angeles, on the San Diego side. Raised by his business-oriented parents, he picked up their shrewd and wily sensibilities, along with a suaveness that helped him get deals cut with record high or low prices, depending on the case. Having traveled across the United States with his work, he had built himself a more than modest lifestyle that some would call the moderately rich. All of this was destroyed overnight in a business endeavor that went sour and led him into agreements with people that were on the wrong side of the law. Inevitably, his acquaintances were caught, though he was able to escape invlvement with some maneuvers. The incident, however, completely destroyed the business he had created from the lost money and he swiftly became bankrupt. Before even turning 30, he had experienced the height of his life and began entering the lowest of the lows. His home was foreclosed upon and he found himself with a pocketful of money, but that was all. Nothing else.
He was without ideas or willpower, thinking his life was close to over, as he walked down the back streets of Los Angeles that one night. It was there that he found that death was just the beginning...
Weapons (if any): N/A
Race: Daeva
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:22 pm
Name: Lillith Alias (if applicable): none Age: very old Appearance:    Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Lilith can be sociable but likes to keep a tight group of 'friends' History: She was the first female vampyre ever to walk the earth...(thats all for now sorry more will come but im currently at work XP) Weapons (if any): she keeps a katana with her at all times, she can charge the mighty sword with her aura and energy so that it packs a more...powerful, hit. she also loves throwing knives, stars, anything that is small yet deadly. she has a pet demon as well named Ankh, he is a night guardian tht was handed down to her by a very special demon. Race: DAEVA..., vampyre 
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 9:55 pm
I've decided to make a seperate post for these characters, as my previous post is very... full, and these characters are a different 'set' than the others.
Abigail
Name: Abigail Svit'Kona (Cho)
Alias: Abby
Age: 21
Appearance: Almond-shaped black eyes and a light complexion, Abby was born Chinese and has the slight build of one despite her hard work and physical labor. Her hair is cropped short in the back, but her bangs are long and the entire ensemble is a vibrant pink. Naturally, her haircolor is black, but thats so boring.
Personality: Snappy and snarky, she takes Stella's sarcastic attitude and makes her look gullible. Her well-trained tongue is sharper than her claws and she simply loves to piss people off, intentionally or unintentionally.
History: See Stella K'Meric/Hellen Ayer's history. Abby was the troublemaker, the one who caught poor little Hellen and dragged her into her world of drugs and crime. What a good friend she's been!
Weapons: Years of fighting training, shapeshifting abilities, Svit'Kona speed.
Race: Muroni
Preffered Form:
Thomas Name: Thomas Svit'Kona (MacGuyver)
Alias: Tom
Age: 25
Appearance: Brown hair, black eyes, some build.
Personality:
History: He was the martial arts instructor at the dojo where Abby and Stella trained at. One day after work he was mulling about, muttering about a need of money when Abby approached him, and gave him an offer that he thought long and hard about.
A break in, sweet and simple. They had been scoping the house out for weeks, the robbery would take place in broad daylight while the occupants were at work. They needed him to disarm the security system or get around it so they could get inside and get the goods. The job went well and it led to another escapade followed by another, the loot being split between the three whenever Tom took part.
Weapons: Fighting knowledge, able to handle most weapons.
Race: Sanguinarian
Chelsea 
Name: Chelsea Svit'Kona (Sanders)
Alias: Shelly
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality: The quietest of the three, she tends to take things at face value and see what things are for... what things are. She's thrilled to be in this new family, a place that she's finally finding real acceptance -not the on-off acceptance that Abby's group of friends have given her over the years.
History:
Weapons: Trained in fighting, psychic abilities.
Race: Psychic
Also, Narmer's been bumped over a post as well.
The Great King Plot
Name: Narmer
Title: First Pharaoh of Egypt, First child of Lilith
Age: ~5000
Appearance: Tall, strong build, translucent pale skin. Pink eyes. He is the only of his line to have adjusted to current-day fasions, and although he is most often seen in his Egyptian linens and gold, it is not uncommon for him to favor the cut of an Armani suit.
Personality: Cold, calculating. He's on a power quest at the moment, trying to secure his position of Pharaoh over a new people, his own people. This means getting rid of everyone in line for the throne, and anyone who he's had a feude with before.
History: The Pharaoh who united Upper and Lower Egypt, Narmer was the first child of Lilith. She saw the rise of human power and wanted to control it, and what better way than to bring them to worship a God?
So she sought out a human of fine body and strength, turned him and then trained him. To the people of Egypt she presented them a pale creature of incredible beauty, strength, grace, and peircing pink eyes. Is it any wonder why they thought him a God? That is what he called himself, after all.
So, with relative ease he ascended to the throne, and spent his reign following Lilith's command for changes to make to the country, beginning with unifying Upper and Lower Egypt.
Now she had a vast empire under her control, and it only took a century or so for Lilith to become bored with it. She left Narmer to rule over the humans and play human games, preferring for herself wonder of the budding society in the far East. The Pharaoh quickly became lonely, and decided to quest out others like him. There were few, at the time, and none were interested in human games.
He decided to make more like himself.
First he found a strong man, a wise man with whom he would be able to converse with. He found him in the form of Ity, but his will was strong and was forced to fight the man fiercely in order to turn him. Eventually, it was done, and he changed his name from Ity to Hor-Aha, Horus-Fighter.
He was presented with twins one day at his temple, an offering from a suffering family for good crops and hunting. Instead of eating the children as he usually would have, he took them and raised them, turning them together on the same night. Djer and Djet, he named them. Djer recieved the throne after Hor-Aha, and was murdered for his throne by a jealous Djet.
{Tidbit: In 1800BC, Djer's tomb was worshipped by Egyptians as the Tomb of Osiris. This was unintentional. If you know the story of Osiris and Set, you know what I'm talking about}
Djet found a mortal named Merneith and desired her, catching her in the street one hot winter evening. She did not protest against her Pharaoh and, taking her willingness as affection, claimed her as his seventh wife. Their relationship grew over time until they both truly loved one another, and when Merneith was threatened by poor health he turned her. Together, they reigned in a peaceful time, until her nephew, Den arrived.
She missed Den greatly. Living as a Queen had never been the life that she truly wanted, no matter how luxurious it was. Djet saw that she was displeased and sought to make her happy, turning Den and introducing him to the family. It was a good decision, and ended with Djet and Merneith retiring peacefully as Den took the throne.
Narmer returned from his travels and saw much conflict within his family, noticing how no one had held the throne for more than fifty years. In order to rectify this, he killed Den and replaced him with a new child, Anedjib. This only worked for a short period of time, as Anedjib fell by Merneith's blade in revenge for killing her nephew. Narmer killed Merneith, and Dejt fell into The Sleep,
To replace Anedjib, Semerkhet was turned. He was ill-suited to be king, however, and quickly crumbled under the pressure and the growing conflicts within Egypt.
His short reign was enough time for Narmer to seek out a new companion, one of intelligence and wisdom much like Hor-Aha that had served him so well before. He found it in the form of a young man, training him in the ways of a Pharaoh in his human youth before turning him and teaching him the ways of a Vampire. Qa'a reigned well, but by the end of it, all the Vampires had lost complete interest in ruling Egypt.
So, after traveling through the untamed and uncivilized worlds, they climbed into the earth. Time was upon them to sleep, until the day they could claim leadership of a new society, and walk as Gods once more.
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Lilith's death sent shockwaves through the thoughts of those of her bloodline. Of the 12 children Lilith made, only four had survived to the current century. Narmer, Hatshepsut, Maren, and Sibyl. Her powers divided evenly among them, he knew that he was a threat to them and that they would eventually come to kill him in his sleep. First, he sought out his sister Hatshepsut, the sibling closest in age to him, and took her head. She had no children and he felt her strength become his as he drained her body of blood and soul. His other two siblings were young and weak, he could find them after he had learned of this new and strange world he had woken up in. So much time had passed! It was incredible what had happened, how advances had been made. No longer was magic and mystery the way of life, no longer did beasts and Gods make the earth shake and humans cower. Everything had a reason, everything could be proved.
As soon as he was Pharaoh again, he'd have to change that...
Weapons: Himself.
He's old. Real old. Incredible speed, strength, intelligence, everything. The only weakness he truly has is how much time has passed since he last walked the earth, he has little idea about how the world works in the current century. Technology and electronics are beyond his grasp, even studying the simple printing press baffles him. The tongues and languages are strange, so differend from the one he helped form. It is all so strange, so new, so alien. He can barely survive with all this change.
But he's learning...
Race: Sanguinarian
Djet
Name: Djet
Age: ~5000
Appearance: His features are softer than the others, he appears more welcoming and friendly. A posionous flower, more like it, with his translucent skin and pale pink eyes. He wears the same fashions as Qa'a, decked out in gold and linnens with a woven black beaded wig.
Personality: Cold. He never recovered from the death of his mate by his Master's hands, and would much rather be dead in the ground than walking once more in a world where she doesn't exist.
History:
Weapons: Two bronze scimitars, one for each hand.
Muroni Shapeshifting, Vampire powers and strength.
Race: Muroni, favors the form of a giant serpent.
Qa'a
Name: Qa'a
Age: ~5000
Appearance: Blind. Pink eyes, slight build, nearly translucent skin. He wears a black woven wig, fasionable of the century of his birth, and is decked out in gold and white linnens like his comerades.
Personality: None, beyond an undying loyalty to his master, Pharaoh Narmer.
History: The last child of Narmer, Qa'a was also the last Pharaoh of his house. He has only been alive in the world for a few hundred years, since he went to sleep with the rest of his family millennums ago. That is not to say that he is weak, however. In his thousands of years asleep his psychic abilities have grown hundredfold, far surpassing that of any Psychic the Vampire world has ever seen. He is a force to be reckened with, even if he does not know it.
Weapons: Psychic abilities
Race: PsychicAdrastos, Seventh Member of the Council
Name: Adrastos
Age: ~2100
Personality: Cocky and self-assured, but for good reason. He's more powerful than most Daeva and because of this, has most people eating out of his hands. A control freak, he wants everything to go his way. and most of the time, this isn't a problem at all.
History:
Weapons: Daeva powers, proficiency with various weapons.
Race: Daeva
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:20 pm
Vampire Elder from the New York CovenName:
Veroen of the Damned
Alias:
Veroen
Age:
Unknown
Appearance:
Personality:
Not a social person, preferes to be alone and not around others unless necessary. Prefers listening to speaking. Also prefers to use his sword over his specialized handguns.
History:
Veroen was born into the world of the Great Crusades in the year 1410 AD. This was a time of great religious confusion, along with confusing beliefs. Some of those beliefs concerning vampires and Lycans. Although there were less than a handful mortals who knew of this ancient and raging war. At the age of 23, he was once a very skilled assassin in a secret assassin clan, but was disbanded. He then went into exile from the rest of the world, into isolation from everything except his only family he had left. He had a sister, and an older brother, who were both brutally murdered before his very eyes by a pack of Lycans, who also tried to kill him. Even with his skills, intelligence, and training he had from once being an assassin, he was no match for the terrible Lycans. Out of nowhere he was saved by a mysterious Woman dressed in dark, elegant clothing by the likes of which he had never seen before. She sliced through them like they were rodents. She did not give any names, only a location: in the future, a place called "New York". He pondered this strange name, for it sounded...different, but in a way, also intriguing. After saving him from the deadly beasts, she gave him an opportunity, an offer: Immortality, wisdom, and the power to get his revenge against the lycans that tore everything he had left from him, but in return, he would have to serve her, and aid her and her people. he did not know what to say, for he was badly injured, half unconscious, and half dead. He blinked at her, and nodded. All he can remember from that day was the terror of seeing his siblings devoured before his eyes, the mysterious womans name, and the sweet, intoxicating pain of her biting into the flesh at his neck. He then blacked out. He woke up, thinking it had all been a dream, until he felt the bite marks on his neck. His whole life had changed too much too fast. He felt lost... in order to find himself again, he exiled himself once again from the rest of civilization, except this time, for centuries of pondering his existence, training, learning, and waiting for the time when he felt he would make a move. In that time he traveled the world in hopes of finding an answer to the question that burned his mind for so long: What was his purpose in life? While in Japan, around 1756 AD, he wanted his sword that was his when he used to be an assassin, to be remade, modified, and fit for the more modern age he was in. He searched for a retired master blacksmith, who could do this. when he found him, he remade it into a pure silver blade, customized it down to every detail, even down to the hidden dagger in the hilt of the sword. The time he had spent training, honing his skills, and growing wiser, were all but forgotten to him. The guns he has, were found in a small Lycan base he liberated by himself around 1989 AD. they were quite unique, only being 5 of them in the world. He then customized them to be better efficient against the Lycans. He prefers his sword to his guns, but he uses them quite a bit also. Little more is known about Veroen, and where he had been, and what he had been doing in those many centuries he spent by himself, in exile.
For quite some time, after he had started a coven of vampires in New York, him and the other Elders of the New York Coven held their ground in the ancient long war against the lycans, and he led the crusade against the Lycans, fueled by his long lusted revange for what happened in his former life.
Word has spread, of the situation in Los Angeles, and reached the ears of the Elders in New York. Now, Veroen has come to Los Angeles to aid his fellow Vampires Elders, who are also his long time friends and comrades, in their fight against the new race called the Nachzehrer that feeds upon the Vampires.
Weapons:
His Sword made of pure silver (with hidden silver dagger in the hilt):
His 2, five of a kind handguns (One with special chambers made for extra silver nitrate bullets, and the other has special chambers made for extra UV ammunition):
 
Race:
Deathdealer
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:38 am
Name:
Alois Fulke
Alias:
None
Age:
He looks to be around the age of twenty, however he is near three-hundred years of age.
Appearance:
Personality:
Sarcastic, bored, spiteful. Underneath it all, he's a great listener if one breaks past the mental wall.
History:
Bored. This was the term that was slapped upon Alois. All his life, he was treated, pampered, groveled at--after all he was the ruler of a region in Germany during the 1700's. He was known for being kind simply because the idea of being a tyrant seemed boring. He gave what his peasants needed because he wanted to see what they'd do with it. He was hoping for some disaster, for them to accidentally mess they're perfect little world up and have it fall right underneath they're feet. Of course, this would mean Alois would also be affected, but he didn't seem to care. To be free from his seat of power was actually a dream of his, to traverse the world and be like all of the adventurers he had heard about. Why he didn't just hand over his Kingdom? Maybe it was because he didn't have an heir, or a family member of some kind to pass it over to? No one really knew.
He was near the end of his rope, he was about to give up on any dream for him to see any type of excitement: until they came. A pack of travelers, rugged in looks and worn down by adventure. To Alois, they were just regular travelers. How wrong he was. The travelers stayed for weeks, telling they're stories to anyone who asked. During they're stay, village men and women began to disappear, one after another. Eyes were turned to the three travelers. It was only logical that they were the culprits, they began after they had arrived, who else could it have been? Alois ordered for they're execution soon after. On that very same day, a legion of men and women riding atop black steeds burrowed into the village. They were looking for the three travelers. All in one night, the excitement Alois was looking for washed over his Kingdom in just three weeks. Alois, at that moment, had wished that it hadn't of happened like this. The legion of men and women were more then that: They were Vampires, launched on a crusade to rid the world of they're most hated enemy; the Lycans. The three travelers were of the Lycan kind. The legion tore through the village, burning down everything and killing everyone. The three travelers fought back, transforming into horrendous creatures. They fought, but were put down with ease. Alois, during this time, had fled to his castle. He and his guards were preparing to be attacked by this legion of the undead, and attack they did. The guards were massacred, leaving the King alone in his throne room. The leader of the legion approached him.
Alois' nobility was blatantly obvious having been adorned in ornamental robes with several pieces of jewelery. Alois was ready. He knew death was coming, but he didn't know it would come in this form. The legion leader, having hated the noble kind, decided to warp Alois' life completely. Instead of killing him, he turned him. Alois' kingdom had been wiped out that night with his turning. The legion left him there, a bloody mess in his throne room. He awoke that next day as something else.
A Vampire.
His kingdom had been wiped out with his awakening, no one was left of Alois Fulke's Kingdom. Lost and confused, he sought out the one person who could explain this to him and maybe help him: his sire. The one who turned him.
This is where his story continues.
Weapons:
None.
Race:
Psychic
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