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 Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:09 pm
Nicknames Gained: Crimm
Age: Appears 23.
Gender: Female
Species: Natural blooded Lycan.
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 145
Marital Status: Single (Divorced with 3 children)
Appearance: Long red hair that goes halfway down her back. Pale skin with scars on both her shoulders from battle and on her neck. She received the scars from a former lover. She was blinded by love and was unable to sense that he had been changed into a vampire. He tried to take a bite out of her in order for the lycan blood and vampire blood to kill her. She has sad red eyes that can peer deep into your soul.
Attitude: Crimson would like to think she was quite, reserved, and spoke only when needed but if she did, she would be lying to herself. She has a strong personality and that shows in every conversation you have with her. She is very stubborn and once she knows she’s right about something, it’s almost impossible to change her mind unless you provide her with scientific evidence and personal experience with reason. She doesn’t hesitate to speak whenever matters of great conflict arise. Crimson would also like to think emotions are useless, but only a fool believes that. She has learned emotions are necessary and natural occurrences within the soul. She is happy for the most part; however memories of her past sometimes haunt her. She can be extremely serious when she needs to be, like whenever her leadership position comes first. If there’s a stranger she will not hesitate to speak with them, she makes study them for a minute or two. She likes to analyze and decipher a person before she becomes overly involved with them. She enjoys studying and learning new things about the world around her. She has a passion for nature and animals, as well as things unseen. If someone crosses her or challenges her she can have a nasty temper. Because if her temper she’s usually referred to as a fire cracker. She’s unpredictable and dangerous whenever she’s set off.
Element: Crimson’s natural element is fire. She knows a little shadow but hardly uses it. She is learning to play with earth by tending to her garden every chance she can. She’ll also retreat there if she feels sad.
Weapons: Crimson fights with a Claymore, not just any Claymore though. This Claymore is thousands of years old, passed down through her family for generation to generation. The Claymore has been enchanted with the power of forbidden magic. The Claymore can never be broken and the jewel that was melted into the mouth of the dragon, on her hilt, contains the souls of all those she has slain. She does this by delivering a fatal wound to his opponent. As the victim fades away, she asks them if they are ready to die. If they aren’t ready to pass on, she proposes her deal. Their soul will remain with her until she passes on and it gives them the illusion that they are in paradise. So they know they will be in the perfect life and not wonder if they will go to heaven or hell. This Claymore is called Exile. She also has a dagger that’s just an ordinary silver dagger with the Celtic knot engraved into it.
Claymore
Dagger
Occupation: Crimson has become a wanderer of sorts, after leaving and returning she feels she is unworthy to call a place "home". Of course she associates herself with the Fire Clan and she feels an emotional connection. She is skilled in many aspects of life. She prefers healing, purifying, and blessing but she would never label herself a "priestess" or a "healer". Crimson is fairly skilled with her blade. She also dabbles with the elements of fire, shadow, and earth. She has a personal quest to master every element in existence.
Abilities: Crimson is extremely inn-tune with nature. She has the ability to cast spells that can manipulate certain elements, some elements she can go into further detail with. Fire is the easiest to manipulate. She has a bit of trouble with shadow and earth. The most trouble she has is with water and wind. Her spells come from her Pagan religion. She also has the ability to transform when she needs to. Sometimes if she doesn’t feed her lycan form takes over and goes on a massive rampage, killing anything in its path. She can retract and extend her nails and fangs as needed.
Powers: Crimson is a pro whenever it comes to defending the right and handing out justice. Whenever she was younger she often inspired to become a Priestess, though her species simply wouldn’t allow it. She was urged to become the strongest fighting female of her pack. She was never one for physical contact. She preferred to talk about arguments, she enjoyed reading and learning. Though that was quickly beaten out of her. Crimson eventually became a brutal and harsh Lycan like the rest. She invoked two mottos, “Kill or be killed” and “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” As a result of grappling, wresting, and enduring pain to her bodies limits time and time again, she has the will of a warrior. After Crimson found herself, she realized that her human soul was the path she should follow. She studied healing, purification, blessings, and she obsessed over Paganism. She found all these things absolutely incredible. She also learned that these things could be used as weapons when needed. Crimson can cast barriers, enchant weapons to hold certain elemental properties, make potions that inflict certain ailments, and much more.
Appearance: Crimson
Eyes: Her eyes...she has spent many a nights peering into them, trying to find a bases for her being. Something that makes her a concrete image in this world. While others have happiness, anger, jealousy, or anther emotion, you see nothing when you gaze into her eyes. The pupil within her eye is either large enough to make it appear as if it is completely black, a microscopic ring of smokey yellow surrounding it. The black circle can also be so small it seems she doesn't have one, just white clouds swirling around an orb of ruby. The iris shifts from a foggy haze of light red to dark, depts. of scarlet, depending on her moods. The red is speckled with tints of dark yellow. In the small splashes of fire in her eyes you are able to see reflections of her past, the pain she went through as a slave, and the bodies of her dead parents. Her thoughts aren't a safe place to be and she knows it, she tries to avoid eye contact with humans, who would surly go mad from a simple gaze.
Hair: Crimson’s hair is red, no doubt. It’s the color of fire, the natural element she was born with. Infact most of her characteristics reflect that of fire, none more so than her hair. Thick waves flow down her shoulders and rest half way down her back. Her bangs part to each side, more hair clings to the right rather than the left so her right eye is entirely covered. Her left eye has a few strands blocking your view but otherwise it’s completely visible. She believes that mortals shouldn’t make eye contact with her, as her eyes have the ability to reflect her past, she keeps them covered on purpose. Crimson doesn’t style it or cut it in certain ways, she allows it to hang freely about her shoulders and frame her face. Her hair is thick and smooth, it frizzes on hot days sometimes, and on windy days it’s a horrid mess to untangle but her mother had long hair like this, so she keeps it this way to honor her.
Body Build/Details: Crimson’s build is rather unique. She’s not petite but she’s not so blucky that she is pure muscle. She is muscular, as most lycans inherit that trait. Her shoulders are broad and powerful, more so than a normal female. She has a full figured body, something she gratefully gained from her mother. The clothing she chooses to wear show off her toned legs and arms. Her hands are soft to the touch from the years of vacation from war. There was a time whenever they were rough and she could hold the blade of a sword and jerk it from her opponent without flinching. There was also a time whenever she refused to sleep, feeling rivals were also close at hand. This rewarded her with dark circles under her eyes, now though she sleeps peacefully at night. She stands 5’8’’, a bit over average for the height of a woman. She has a small waist and toned abs. Her father was a tall and powerful man, so she towers over enemies even if she’s shorter. She appears to be a treating and sexy foe to those of any intelligence. Most enemies underestimate her and as a result most of them are dead.
Whenever she is around people her face is glowing and she eagerly hands out smiles. Whenever she’s alone, it’s another story. Her face is emotionless and cold, she is trapped in thoughts of her past. She won’t let go of it, no matter how people beg her to do it. She believes the past is the key to the future and will die saying that. Crimson can have a soft appearance when she is showing sympathy or remembering happier times of her past or horrible times, holding onto the pain. Her eyes show a distant world. She can also have an emotional side, where she blushes and stumbles over her words. Her cheeks turn a light scarlet. She is very pale ordinarily though. She has high cheek bones, making her face slender and her neck is slender as well. She has several scars upon it, one thin, long scar is across her windpipe. Another is two deep indentions on the side of her neck. She once got into a fight with a vampire and he attempted to drain her blood dry, though he was unsuccessful. The vampire had the ability to do mind control on her at one point, she had to hunt him down and kill him in order to stop it.
Deep wounds were carved into her shoulders once, whenever she was made a slave. They left horrible scars of disfigured flesh. She still remembers the pain from those nights as a slave. She bottles up her memories and move on with her life. She also has another scar that runs from her neck down to her hip, how she got it she’ll never tell anyone. There is another that she made herself, an x upon a section of her wrist. She made that x as a promise to a friend, she promised her friend she would save her one day, but her friend died right before her eyes.
Outfit: Crimson doesn’t have a specific dress or style, though she prefers black and red, she hates wearing anything else. To her black means wisdom and red means that blood from the past. Whenever she is lounging around at the Inn she wears a sweater or a t-shirt, most of the time a tank top, and either jeans or some windbreakers. Whenever she enters combat it’s a different matter entirely. She considers fighting to be an art so she wears clothes that make her seem to dazzle whenever she choose to show off her fighting skills. Still she has no specific attire.
Bio: Crimson was born 2000 years ago, in the era of Imperial Rome. She had been born into Nobel birth upon an island that was her people. Lycans had taken over an island many centuries ago and claimed it as their own territory, damning any human who dare try to step upon the soil. Even if one was foolish enough to try the scent would carry to the nostrils of the Lycans on the entire island, he would be eaten alive in a matter of minutes. Rome was considered to be the time period of intelligence, democracy, and beautiful fashions. The lycans were none of these things. They lycans preferred violence and fighting to the death for glory, honor, and pride. Competitions would be held often in a stadium, the losers would face death, while the winner would go on to become one of nobility. It wasn’t uncommon to see two lycans fighting over a slice of steak on market day. Crimson really hated their way of life but she was only a princess. Her mother and father believed whole heartedly in the lycan way of life.
Crimson’s mother was the Queen of the Lycans. She struck more fear into their hearts than the king! Her name was Rose, named after a delicate flower, what a disappointment to the flower. Rose was a harsh wench. She was a master at melee weapons and strategy, she pushed Crimson and her siblings to follow in her foot steps. Disappointment meant punishment. She took Crimson out for practice constantly, Crimson just didn’t want to learn but Rose beat that notion out of her head. Crimson’s heart hardened to the world and she became an exact image of Rose, the third b***h of the lycans.
Crimson’s father was named Virgil, he was a powerful warlock but an even more powerful swordsman. He taught his children spells and swordsmanship. He wasn’t as harsh as Rose was but he still punished failure. He hated humans and forced Crimson to hate them also. She eventually was consumed by the hatred and forgot who she really was.
Crimson had three siblings. She had two older ones, Vega and Scarlett, and one younger, Serenia. Vega had inherited their mother’s cold heart. He spent his time kidnapping humans and performing target practice on them. Whenever he was unable to harm humans he spent his time bringing the dead ones back to life and injuring animals. Vega was Rose’s pride and joy. He could summon skulls from the ground and call forth spirits. Scarlett was an arrogant and ignorant fool, though she was incredibly powerful. Scarlett was only able to transform on the night of the full moon but whenever she transformed she was unstoppable. Serenia was a gentle creature and the youngest of the siblings, she had been similar to Crimson, innocent and kind. The Lycans would soon snatch that honorable trait from her.
Shame feel on the Lycan Clan one day. Serenia had run away and taken a human male for a husband. The Lycan Clan erased her memory from the records and said that if she was ever to be seen she was to be killed on sight. Crimson had never expected to see her again, however she did. Crimson was in Rome one day, getting supplies for a travel she planned to take. She picked up the scent of Serenia and followed her home. She was shocked to find Serenia had a child and was pregnant with another. It was absolute disgrace to Lycans everywhere! Hatred and rage boiled in Crimson’s veins. She entered the home and slaughter Serenia, her husband, and the younger child. She killed her husband and the child quickly, not wanting to waste time getting to Serenia, just one quick snap of the neck was all it took. They were so fragile. Crimson took her time with Serenia. She eventually cut open her stomach and allowed her the honor of bleeding to death, purging her soul of the evil inside her. It was the customs of the Lycans. Crimson returned home and told her family the news, she was given many honors, and a feast was held in her name.
Vampires…they were no better than humans to her, she hates them even more if that was possible. They invaded her home and killed all the Lycans, the vampires took the nobles back as slaves. Crimson was assigned to become the slave of a vampire named Kaine. Vega and Scarlett had been cowards and escaped the raid from the vampires. So Crimson, her mother and father, along with some other family members had been kidnapped. Kaine took Crimson’s dagger from her and sliced two deep and painful wounds slowly into her shoulders. Blood dripped from the wounds and she could feel how excited Kaine became from that. Kaine bent down and lapped her blood up. He had commented on how divine she had tasted. He then chained her to the wall of his chambers and ripped her clothes off, being a slave she wasn’t permitted to wear clothes anymore. He raped her whenever he needed pleasure, feed her only a little amount, and only gave her blood when she was at the point of dying. He even invited his friends to join in on the fun sometimes. Then one night…the Vampires decided to hold a tournament. They decided it would be fun to see whose slave was the strongest. They organized the event and threw the lycans into a pit and stabbed them with heated pit forks until they fought. It was here…Crimson was forced to murder both her parents. She couldn’t say she loved them but they had provided for her and gave her all she needed, she killed them with great regret. Kaine had given her a pit fork and forced her to stab them over and over until they eventually were unable to heal themselves and die. It took several hours and their screams echoed through the halls. It was almost unbearable. Shortly after this, the remaining Lycans formed a revolt and forced themselves out of the lair of the Vampires. Crimson had been one of the handfuls to escape alive. It was then she realized she had aged 1000 years and was faced with a new age of time.
Crimson hated how the place was so filthy. She had been living in an apartment packed with so many people the stench was unbearable. People couldn’t or wouldn’t bath since the Black Plague had been going around. Crimson didn’t have to worry about catching something so weak to her immune system. She bathed without care. Humans were dying constantly and at such a quick pace that people couldn’t dig the graves fast enough and eventually resorted to just tossing the bodies into the ditches. It made the smell even worse. Doctors assumed that purging was the answer, that if they bleed enough blood the disease would go away but of course that only made things worse. Crimson had been unable to stand for it, so she took her belongings and moved into a cave outside of town. The smell was still horrid but it wasn’t as bad as being in it. She found she smelled of it and wouldn’t be able to hide if she needed to, what a surprise. She couldn’t say anything important happened in this time period, she was to sum it all up, bored out of her mind.
Crimson absolutely adored Henry Ford. He was such a cleaver little man. He was also the most interesting human she had seen in centuries. It was a shame to see him run out of business and his idea of a head Nazi was ridiculous. He had helped play a hand in stereotyping German citizens, which wasp pretty stupid, but she still enjoyed him none-the-less.
As time progressed science began to take over, over powering idiotic religious notions. Crimson was grateful for that but all the crap science invented gave her headaches and hurt her ears. (And I’m really bored and can’t think of anything to write, so I’m going to half a** even more from this point on.)
Crimson decided to travel across the world. She had invested in the stock market so she was incredibly wealthy. The money hadn’t brought her happiness though. She eventually found a place that was separated from the outside world. She took the land and used her money to build homes and accommodated it with showers and baths, she fashioned it to look just like feudal Japan. She then canceled all her stocks and began to live of the land. She called the place Eternity of Elements, creating various clans for certain land formations on the continent. She chose to lead the Shadow Clan and appointed people she had known from long ago into certain leadership positions if they chose. Crimson found a lover here. His name was Acheron but there was more to this man than meets the eye. He is older than her and time itself really. He had an ancient evil living inside of him and one day it erupted. It destroyed everything she ever cared about and he fled. Crimson was forced to find a new refuge. After many years of searching she found the Koumuru Continent. She found it was much like her own home. She joined the Fire Clan, taking a position as a healer. She was cold and distant, often found drinking vodka. However she meets someone named Sokotsu. They feel in love and bored three children with each other. Artemis was momma’s little girl. She was a spitting image of her also. Soktosu and Crimson divorced each other, she sent the children away, in hopes of finding a better life. A great war erupted throughout the Koumuru Continent, in hope to overthrow the leader and kick some clans into action. The Fire Clan and the Shadow Clan were basically the largest scales in the war. The Shadow Clan won, tearing apart the Inn and destroying the Land. Many were killed in the fight. The provoker of the war was eventually captured and imprisoned. Shortly after he was released and he and the leader of the Fire Clan, along with his family departed to another world to live in peace. Crimson had been named leader of the Fire Clan ever since, she hopes she can live up to the reputation of the former leader. She tries with all her might as well…. Acheron appeared again one day, at the Fire Clan, he was distant at first learning she had bore children and wed to another man. Crimson thought he would never return though. Soon their love began to stir again, but lately…she has no clue where he’s been. The Koumuru continent has basically been deserted, the Fire Clan the only clan that holds any form of life.
The Fire Clan eventually lost it's spark and power. Outsiders forced there way into the area and slowly began to take over every clan seeking domination of all life. An attack was waged on her followers and they fought a horrible battle. Their numbers were so few and everyone around her fell. Crimson was forced to evacuate and leave her home. She heard rumors of an underground for all types of races. It reminded her of Koumuru and she longed for companionship. She found the underground and made a new life here.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:16 pm
Name: Abigail
Nickname: Abby
Age: She appears 21
Clan: Fire
Job: Assassin
Race: Vampire
Picture or Description:
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Eyes: Her dark eyes overflow with hate and demise, all of the longing surfacing in between waves of animosity. They are so dark one could almost mistake them for black, the violet of her eyes deep and sinister. She often chooses to keep her head down, when speaking to someone she looks at another part of their face, never in the eyes. All of her emotions pour through the door ways, giving access to anyone who wishes to see who she really is. From afar she seems to be gazing off into the distance, peering into another world, for this one is not her own.
Hair: Abby’s hair flows down her shoulders and lower back, in slightly curled waves. Her hair is dark purple, almost a jet black. Her bangs are long and grown to the side, her face fully revealed. A silver band twisted around her forehead and an emblem hangs in between her eyes. She often has it braided into a long pony tail, so during fights it doesn’t get in the way.
Body Build/Details: Abby trained for countless hours, often for days at times so she has a muscular build. She has a very toned body, strong and firm muscles. She stands 5'8'’, squared shoulders from all the training with her Naginata. She has large breasts, she often wishes they were smaller.
Her body is littered with many scars from all the errors she made in her studies. She’s had potions and spells back fire, leaving burns on patches of her legs. She’s also miscalculated the timing on the throw of her chakrams, deep wounds left noticeable markings on her wrists and hands. Arrea appears to be a formidable fighter, so only those who are completely confident in their abilities choose to challenge her and are often put in their place. Being a woman she constantly has men trying to show her up, but all fail miserably.
There is one self inflicted scar, the deepest wound she had ever received created it. An inverted cross is engraved in her flesh, to remind her of the life her sister had stolen from her. She had enchanted it with a spell, so that when she finally finds her sister and defeats Light it will disappear.
Power: Abby has chosen a path of Pagan rites. She is a Witch to some and a Wiccan to others. She has many years of practice with Elemental magick and healing magick.
Weapons: Abby is an excellent wielder of the Naginata and the chakrams. The Naginata is a long, slender, wooden staff that has a razor sharp knife tied to the tip with a strong rope. Decorative ribbons or scarves are tied around the rope to give it a little style. The chakrams are powerful weapons, circular steel weapons. They are attached to clasps on her wrists, so during battle she can throw them and draw them back to her. Golden dragons are engraved into the weapon as a symbol for power and justice. She can also channel her powers of elements into her weapons, they glow similar to her sisters, but she isn’t able to control darkness. Abby can enchant the weapons with a protection spell so they are impossible to break. {X} {X}
Bio: Abby was born deep in a swamp called, Midnight Bayou. She was brought into this world by Artemis and Paradox(Last name unknown). Artemis was a Witch Doctor, she practiced all forms of magick. She dabbled in voodoo, Wicca, and many types of healing rituals. Paradox was a rich son of a plantation owner. His mother was the mistress of the house and killed his father to make sure she would always be the owner. Naturally his mother was angry that Paradox would take someone such as Artemis as a wife, a lover, and father a child with her. She was disgusted with him, he had brought shame to the family name. She held a deep grudge with Artemis.
Paradox had a brother, named Cein. Cein was a jealous and vinous monster. Anything Paradox had, Cein wanted it, pined for it until his mother finally gave it to him. He was his mother’s favorite, after Paradox had married Artemis, he had been cut completely from his mother’s will. He would get nothing except the house, none of the money. Cein often smiled at that. There was something that his mother could not give him that he wanted. Cein had all the money, his mother’s love, and anything his heart desired except for his brother’s wife. He thought all women whores, thinking they had no right to decide who placed their hands upon them. One night he had groped her and Artemis slapped him in the face. She had sealed her fate that night.
One week, Paradox had to ride into town on family business, he would return at the end of the week. Cein had eyed Artemis everyday, planning and plotting. He drank him self drunk on the final day of that week, his brother would be home the next morning. Artemis was tending to Abby in the bassinet of the nursery. She had relieved the nurse maid from duty and was left alone to tend to her child. Cein came into the room, the scent of alcohol on his breath. Artemis placed Abby back in the cradle, then stood before it, her motherly instincts refusing to let him touch her daughter. Cein came close to her, brushed his fingers against her face, then grabbed her night gown and jerked her away from Abby. Artemis cast a protection spell around the bassinet, ensuring Abby was safe. Artemis tried to conjure up a fire spell, but Cein was too fast for her. He threw her to the floor, she managed to burn his shoulder and neck. Cein tore his fist across her face, she tasted blood. He began to rape Artemis in the nursery, Abby cried, and Artemis screamed. Cein wrapped his fingers around her throat, screamed at her to shut up, but Artemis feared for her baby’s life. She only cried out louder. He tightened his hold on her neck, until all the life had been drained from her veins. Cein quickly moved away, he looked at his hands, realized what he had just done.
His mother entered the room, she wasn’t a fool, she knew what had happened as well. She ordered Cein to hide the body, then held Abby in her arms and rocked her to sleep. They tossed the body in the swamp, allowed the gators and fish to feast. His mother wasn’t sure what to do about Abby, she couldn’t bring herself to harm her because the blood of her son flowed through her veins. She decided to allow Abby to live and to let her remain in the mansion with her father.
Paradox arrived home, Artemis didn’t run out and greet him like normal...he was worried. He entered his house, his mother was there to greet him instead. His mother told him that Artemis had ran away with a man she had been seeing while Paradox had been away on business trips. She also told him that Abby was not his child, but a b*****d. Paradox refused to believe such nonsense and searched for Artemis until his mother decided to kill him one night.
Cein had left out on an escapade, he went to buy a whore and drink himself to oblivion. His mother became worried, she sent Paradox after him. This was all an act, Cein and his mother had planned this together, to keep the family name from further shame. Paradox found his brother, Cein pulled a knife and stabbed him violently. Paradox didn’t die easy, he stole the dagger and sliced Cein’s throat open. Cein died that night, while Paradox was thrown in the river by his mother.
His mother raised Abby until she was old enough to leave and be on her own, then she was kicked out of the house. Abby raised herself from the young age of 16. She lived deep in the swamp, studying what her mother had studied. She had advanced in the magick farther than her mother could have ever hoped. She cursed her grandmother and the house she lived in, Paradox’s mother died and the plantation went out of business, all the money her grandmother had been so greedy for was lost.
Abby performed this curse knowing the consequences of the Three Fold Law, she also knew that when a curse is performed the Three Fold Law returns to the caster ten times stronger. Abby was cursed herself, not just for her lifetime, but for eternity. She became a creature of the night, forced to live in Midnight Bayou for centuries. She performed rituals, spells, and mixed potions together to lessen the punishment she knew she deserved. Abby was finally given a temporary cure. She developed a spell that she could use to stay in sunlight for a sort while. Abby mastered this spell and advanced it, until she successfully enchanted her weapons with the temporary cure. She can walk out into the sunlight as long as she has the weapons in her hands or somewhere on her body. No one knows of her weakness. She meditates long hours so no one can enter her mind and find out this weakness.
Other: Is in love with Lucian.
((I made a new character! twisted I won't use her for a while though, just wanted to get the profile out of the way.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 5:38 pm
Name: Vixen Nyama Age: She is only 17 years old but has seen much though certain methods. Clan: Fire Job: Spell Weaver (Mage) Race: Human (Altered) Picture or Description: {X}{X}{X}Eyes: Vixen's eyes are red. Red like the blood she has seen and tasted through the mysteries of her past. The deep red inside her eyes around her pupils swirl and ripples with each new droplet of blood. She doesn't like to make direct eye contact, she never has even as a child. Vixen
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 1:30 pm
Name: Neider, Starr
Age: 1577, She appears to be 22
Race: Lycan
Job: Seer
Bio: It all started with Starr’s mother, Rose. Rose was a curious young woman, she often wandered from place to place, heart to heart, searching for some one and something. She never knew what she was searching for or where her feet took her. She meet plenty of different kind of people, all of them having different effects on her life. Rose had some troubled adventures but she always managed to get out of them until one day...she found herself in something she could never escape.
Rose was in a local town one day, stocking up on supplies for an adventure to the next town, whatever it may be. There was a stranger draped in a cloak. The masked stranger purchased a few bags of fruits, vegetables ,and some various meats. A little boy accidently ran into the stranger and knocked a bag out of their grip. The little boy glared at the stranger and said, “Watch where you’re going freak.” The stranger began picking up the fruit. Rose walked over and bent down to help her. “Don’t pay attention to those little boys, they don’t know any better.” The stranger stood up, hoisting the bag in their grasp once more and situating it so that if they were hit again it wouldn’t slip. Rose stood up as well and was about to give the stranger the last piece of fruit but they were already walking off. The stranger was quick.
Rose rushed to follow, keeping them close in sight. She paused, losing the stranger. Rose scanned the area with her eyes and saw the stranger leaving through the southern exit. Rose pursued as fast as humanly possible. The stranger noticed Rose was following, so stopped. The stranger turned to face Rose and removed the hood of the cloak to reveal their face. It was a woman, seemingly in her mid 30's. Rose smiled, panting as she handed the fruit to the woman. “You forgot this in town, I thought I should give it to you.” The woman smiled, reaching out with long and sharp nails, almost like claws. Rose paid no mind, there were characters that lived in the Southern part of the woods, they were often misunderstood. The woman spoke, “You child have shown me kindness that no one has. I have a gift for you...if you wish to obtain it follow me.” The woman replaced the hood over her head and motioned for Rose to follow her.
Rose was curious, so she followed. The woman lead her deeper into the forest, darkness engulfing all forms of light that managed to creep through the crooked branches of the trees. Rose began to get nervous, just as she was ready to ask her how much longer it was going to take the woman stopped. “We’re here Rose.” How did she know her name, Rose backed away...panic stricken. “I know many things Rose. Many things, though I may look young...I am indeed thousands upon thousands of years old.” The woman dropped the groceries and jerked off her cloak. “My name is Lunaska and I have a wonderful gift to give you, though some might call it a curse.” Lunaska inched closer, her hand outstretched, her fingernails now extending from her hand.. The sharp talons brushed slowly against Rose’s face, tear drops silently fell down her cheek. “What do you want from me?” Rose managed to whimper quietly. Lunaska smiled, fangs revealed. “It’s just as I said my dear, I want to give you a gift.”
Without warning Lunaska slashed outward, gripping Rose’s neck tightly in her grasp. Lunaska tore off Rose’s shirt. Rose screamed and begged for mercy. Lunaska only laughed, she bent her mouth down to Rose’s shoulder and sank her sharp fangs violently into her flesh. Blood oozed down her arm and in between Lunaska’s teeth. Rose felt the life leaving her, her heart slowing and her world spinning. Her skin paled, the warm pigments on her skin vanishing. Lunaska sensed Rose was close to death, she forced herself to stop and released her. “You have been given the gift of immorality. The only way you can die is of a broken heart or to be decapitated. Watch your weaknesses.” Lunaska bent down and retrieved her things. “And so, I leave you.”
Rose fell to sleep. A few days later she awoke and found herself in a dark room, against a cold floor. Her arms and legs were bound, she tried to scream but her mouth was gagged. She realized she didn’t have a shirt on and the only thing that was covering her was a small skirt. It was a traditional garment of a wanderer, she found herself stupid for wearing it now. Rose waited for several days and nights, seeking any kind of comfort to keep her from slipping into madness. There was none. Finally after several months there was a light. The door screeched as a masked man opened it. He gazed down at Rose. “Well, well. It seems you have survived. The King wishes to speak with you, seeing as you have passed his test.” What was going on? What test? She didn’t understand.
The masked man lifted her without so much as batting an eye lash. The light burned her eyes, her skin was so much paler, her fingernails longer and sharper, and her fangs visable. Her hair had grown to the backs of her knee caps and was messy as well as tangled. She could hardly see anything of the palace as she was taken to the kings chambers. Rose’s chains were removed from her bed only to be refastened to the bed posts. Fear would have risen had she the energy for it. The masked man took his leave and another man wearing a crown entered the room moments later.
Rose assumed this was the King. He studied her, carefully examined her with his eyes. He moved closer to her, gripping her chin with his fingers and studied her face. He brushed his hands along her body, a smile on his face. He was obviously pleased. “I am pleased with you. You are my new child bearer.” Rose was shocked, “What the hell, no way.” She began to tug against the chains. The king laughed. “Try all you want, you can’t escape. I saved you. I found you unconscious in the woods and brought you here. This is the least you can do for me. I saved you’re life. Now you will bring life into this world for me.” The King had brought her to his kingdom, a safe haven for lycans. A kingdom in the south. No one dared to enter the territory and no one dared the challenge them. This was the safest place Rose could have been, being what she was. No one defied the King here.
The King removed his clothing, then carefully removed hers. Rose screamed and protested. She fought but as hard as she might she was unable to stop him. The King had his way with her over and over again all that night and several nights after that. He kept her in a room next to his, locking her in the room until he was sure she was trust worthy...until she was pregnant. Rose gave birth to several of his children, all of them powerful lycans. The King had only wanted her for this reason. Rose was bitten by Lunaska, one of the most powerful Lycans to ever exist. The Lycans grew and became powerful warriors, mastering the arts of the sword and hand to hand combat. There was one child of Rose’s that was unable to perform as well as the others, Starr.
Starr hated weapons, she hated fighting without using her intelligence. The others hand taken after the father, but Starr took after her mother. Starr studied magic deep in the night, sometimes during the day after a midnight hunt. Starr spent years learning the mystical magics of all types of religions. She studied soul weaving, card reading, magical spells, almost anything you could think of. She enjoyed all of it so much. Learning these magics was forbidden in the kingdom. All Lycans were to be powerful warriors, unmatched in the area of swords.
A servant of the King found books of magic in Starr’s room one day. The King was going to execute Starr. Rose heard of the news and quickly rushed to Starr’s room to warn her. Rose helped Starr pack her things, which included magical books, clothes, and the necessities. Before she left Rose gave Starr a dagger that was close to her. It was a dagger that Rose had forged one day to suppress Lycan transformation and feral nature because she hated feeling such things, as she knew Starr did. The blade was named Lunaska. Rose took it and still holds it close to her heart this day.
Starr fled from the kingdom, forever running from the hounds of the southern safe haven. Rose was punished in Starr’s stead for helping her escape. Rose was hung and her body thrown in the River of Sorrows, were legend says her soul haunts the lands.
Starr met a man named Lucien. She has developed a strong friendship with him. He is the only person she feels she can trust since so many want her dead. One day while they were traveling a group of assassins tried to kill her and Lucien, they fought side by side and defended each other. The assassins were elves. She found this odd, she had never come into any kind of contact with elves before. Why would they want her dead? Perhaps the King had developed an alliance with someone...but who?
Personality: Starr is quiet for the most part. She prefers to use intelligence and strategy over all other elements such as brute strength and power. She believes the weakest man can kill the mightiest of Kings with the proper use of thought. She enjoys relaxing and gazing at the stars in the sky at night. She longs to be free just as they are. Starr doesn’t trust many people, nor does she like to be around certain people for too long. There are only a few handful that she can stand. Even though she despises them she never shows the animosity. She keeps it hidden, along with all other emotions she feels. If you gaze into her eyes...you will see the life she has had. You can witness for yourself the tormented miasma of this young woman’s mind.
Starr is cheerful, smiling is less of a burden. Sadness eats away and devours the soul, along with anger, hatred, and regret. She tries to feel none of these things, which is why she locks them away inside her heart. The slightest and most trivial things can set her off. They can trigger anger, depression, and sometimes joy. She isn’t very predictable and that’s the way she likes it.
Weapons: The weapons she choose to use is a scythe and two daggers. The scythe has a deep red blade, with ancient words etched into the stained steel. She made the scythe herself, two matching ones. She made one for Lucien and kept one. She enchanted hers with elemental properties. Whenever any kind of danger is near it bursts into flames. The fire doesn’t burn her, but it scorches anyone else who attempts to pick it up.
The dagger she uses is the dagger Lunaska. Lunaska suppresses the feral and animalistic desires that lycans naturally have. The weapon also keeps the transformation in line. As long as she drinks blood once a month and pours the blood over the dagger she never has to transform into a lycan.
The other dagger she uses is a simple and plain weapon. She uses it incase there is close range combat. She can make certain kinds of elements appear on the dagger and enchant it.
Powers/Abilities: The only special ability Starr has is to transform into a lycan whenever she needs to. She rarely choose to though. The only times she will even consider it is whenever someone she cares about is endanger. However once she does it is hard to get her back under control. She will either have to be suverly wounded or be knocked unconscious.
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Other Notes: She has two types of clothing. Both are the same style. One is white and black, while the other is black and gray. Starr likes the white and black one more.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 8:49 am
Name: Nyamo, Vixen
Age: 19
Race: Lycan (Shape shifter)
Bio: Vixen Nyamo is the daughter of Dante Nyamo and Rose Nyamo. Dante is an incredibly rich and powerful man, being in charge of a secret organization that most do not speak of. The secret organization is similar to a mafia and is named Bullet. Dante’s father created this “business” to provide a large sum of money for his family because someone always wants another person “taken care of.” Dante’s father handled his business very well, covering up Bullet with a car dealership and garage factory. Dante grew up around cars, so he was naturally attracted to them. He spent hours working and preparing cars for racing and repair the cars of the people who came into the garage. Rose painted and designed the body of the cars, as well as being an accomplice to cleaning the cars that Bullet was performed in. The “business” was never revealed to anyone outside of the family and if you were caught giving any sort of information away you were “dealt with.” Family is important but money is even more so.
Dante and Rose met one night whenever a race had been organized for a large wad of cash. Dante’s father had made a deal with another local car company that his best car could out do there’s. His father had faith in him, he knew Dante would not let the family down. Dante raced and of course won. Rose had belonged to the other company and Dante had been unaware that she was the prize. Dante’s father had bet up his “ladies” for the owner’s best gal. Dante had found it sickening how his father would bet women like they were tools. His father had been so pleased with Dante’s performance that he gave Rose to him. Dante kept Rose for awhile but treated her like a real person. Rose had never experienced this before and was overjoyed...and as faith would have it, the two fell in love. Dante and Rose married after 3 years of dating. They both agreed to have Vixen after 5 solid years of marriage.
Dante’s father died whenever Vixen was 6. His father had once again participated in a bet and won. The person on the other end wasn’t happy and shot his father. Dante had been present, he had been racing his car once again in a race. He had been too late to save his father. It was odd, he desired speed...life behind the fastest car he could possibly build and all of it hadn’t made him fast enough to save his father from death. He drove off, being forced to leave the body of his father behind. Several days later he found it mutilated and mangled in a garbage bin behind the garage. Dante inherited the company and began to teach Vixen everything he knew about cars.
Vixen grew up around death, violence, and the love of speed just as Dante had. All of this hadn’t dampened her mood or made her cold. She had a warm heart and loved to be kind. She, however, had no problems killing a man for the safety of her family. Which meant she killed for Bullet. Dante had wanted Vixen to grow up in a happier way of life but it seems she had chosen for herself. By the age of 12 she could dismantle and reassemble the parts of any engine in a matter of minutes. She began working and designing her own cars. She had inherited Dante’s genius for mechanics and Rose’s delicacy with designs. Vixen focused more on the power of the engine more than the fashion though. Looks were nice but if you had the fanciest car in the world and it couldn’t move off the lot it was worthless.
Dante decided to give Vixen the very first car he had ever built and designed with the help of Rose. Vixen was ecstatic and showered both her parents in kisses , hugs, and “I love you’s.” It had been the very car Dante had won Rose in and had witnessed his father’s murder in. This car was something that would never leave the family and something he excepted Vixen to keep in top condition.
Shortly after Vixen turned 18. Rose had gone out to get her a birthday present and some morning coffee. Rose was leaving the store, she held a white, see through bag with a present wrapped in bright red paper about her shoulder. A car from the same company that had plagued Bullet since existence drove by and shot her. Vixen and Dante arrived at the local hospital horrified and worried. Rose was able to speak to them both before she passed. She gave Vixen her birthday present. It was a small box, Vixen guessed it would be jewelry. She opened the red paper to discover it was a solid gold locket, shaped in a heart. She opened the clasp to discover a picture with Dante, Rose, and Vixen huddled up and hugging. Their smiles true and happy, the very last time they would ever really be. Vixen closed her eyes and cried, feeling absolute sorrow for the first time in her life. Rose whispered, “I love you both, very much,” her voice weak and raspy...Dante and Vixen knew what was about to happen. Rose slowly closed her eyes and tiled her head to the side, with a final breath the hospital machine flat lined. Her mother was gone...
Vixen and Dante returned home and lived out their lives in seclusion. Vixen working to create and develop a car in her mother’s honor. Dante worked harder than ever on the company, knocking out a large portion of the hit list and bringing up profits more than ever before. After Vixen successful completed the car. She didn’t show it to her Dad, didn’t even bother to tell him. Vixen stood in mock awe, she truly had none...she knew the car would be marvelous. She whipped a grease stain from her cheek and forehead, brushing the crud liquid against her pants leg. She took a deep gulp of air and sighed...somehow she felt complete, it was as if her mother was living once more. “Silver Bullet... that will be your name.”
Personality: Vixen, despite her name, isn’t very wild. She isn’t very lady like, nor does she feel the need to impress people with how great she looks. She often rolls her eyes at the comments from men. Vixen doesn’t need love, she will sometimes seek one night companionships and move on with her life. She rarely goes out anywhere, she is slightly afraid of dieing as her mother and grandfather did. She hates it whenever Dante leaves because every time he steps out that door she knows she might never see him again. Even though she grew up around cars and with people who absolutely adore cars, she doesn’t really like to race them. She doesn’t like to drive the Silver Bullet anywhere. She has another car which isn’t as great that she drives whenever she needs to go places.
Vixen stays at home a lot, reading, writing, or working on more designs and mechanical specs for cars. She plans on opening up her own car dealership soon, she just has to find people who will partner with her and have half-a** knowledge about selling and developing cars. It’s rare to find people with the expectations she has. But the pay would be good and the life wouldn’t be as violent or as dangers as Bullet.
Appearance: {Vixen}{Outfit}
Other Notes: Vixen has a brother named Virgil Nyamo. He is her half brother, he belongs to the other company that Rose came from. Ironically he was the one who killed her, not knowing that she was his own mother. Vixen and him have never meet, let alone known of each other’s existence. Dante doesn’t know of Virgil either.
Street Car: Moonlight, Silver Bullet (Never been raced)
1st Place: 7
2nd Place: 3
3rd Place: 6
4th Place: 2
5th Place: 7
Races Lost: 9
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Car Name: Silver Bullet
Driver: Nyamo, Vixen
Make/Model: Dodge Viper
Engine Description: Turbo-charged V10, 9 Liters
Transmission: 6-Speed Standard
Drive Train: Rear
Engine Position: Front
Steering Wheel: Left
Interior Description/Details: The interior of the Silver Bullet is completely silver and sapphire blue. The fabric on the seats is flashy and fashionable silver leather, with blue designs sewed into it. On the back center of the seats is a fairly large blue rose covered with morning dew drops. The dash and other interior is silver and blue as well. Neon blue lights are build into the ceiling so they flash down on the silver and reflect through the entire cab. A sun roof is perched over the drive and passenger seats head, a silver protector is attached on top of the car. There are only two seats inside the car, the two in the front. There are no back seat drivers in the Silver Bullet. The speedometer glows a bright blue to match the neon lights. The speaker system is made for music with tremble, none of that “hardcore” blaring of the woofers. Only rock n’ roll is played in her car.
Exterior Description/Details: The outside of her car is bright silver. Painting carefully along the sides of the car are sapphire blue flames outlined in jet black. Her hubcaps are Pro Grade Wheel Trim 14'’, the hub caps spin whenever the car stops. Blue neon lights are inside the hubcaps so whenever the hubcap spins, light is revealed in a series of flashes. The paint job is so well-done it shines and glistens like crystal. The windows are tinted the darkest black one can possibly buy. Underneath the edges of the car are various neon lights that burst into life on the pavement whenever the car is turned on. The most perfect part of her car and the part she loves the most is the blue rose, painted with professional quality, that is sketched on the hood of the car. The rose is a deep blue, sapphire outlined in black, morning dew drops perched on the leaves of the rose.
1st Place: 0
2nd Place: 0
3rd Place: 0
4th Place: 0
5th Place: 0
Races Lost: 0
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 2:24 pm
Name: Vixen
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5’7’’
Weight: 145
Marital Status: Single, but with a love interest.
Attitude: Vixen is laid back most of the time. She was a geisha in her village, so she is very flirtatious. She wasn’t before she entered the profession but it’s something she’s carried with her even after she quit. She doesn’t flirt with people for money or for pleasure, simply for fun. She considers it an art in a way. Geisha’s just weren’t considered whores, they were considered to be honorable, a woman who carried burdens, and even in some places they were considered to be wilders of destiny. They could see the future or look at a man and see the hardships of his past, if she chooses she could relieve him of those hardships. Vixen is used to be treated better than an average woman but she isn’t particularly snotty or stuck up. She understands she is just a ninja now and prefers it that way most of the time. Vixen doesn’t get annoyed easily but she does have her pet peeves and whenever you cross them, she doesn’t get annoyed, she gets overly pissed. Some of her pet peeves are insulting her appearance, questioning her out-fits, and repeating the same things over and over in conversations with her. She hates being bored although she is mostly bored. She is constantly searching for something to do but hardly finds anything, so she resorts to reading a lot. She won’t hesitate to kill a man or a woman should they piss her off. She is unpredictable and it’s uncertain what will set her off.
Elements: Vixen prefers fire and shadow to other elements. Though
if she tried hard enough she could work water, earth, wind, and light. Her religion is a branch of Paganism, so she is granted elemental abilities should she ask for them. Vixen doesn’t like to abuse her religion, so she doesn’t ask for much.
Weapons Vixen uses candles for her weapon. All her candles mean different things. Her candles are different colors and have different symbols. It’s impossible for an opponent to memorize the symbols because of the large number she has in her bag. Certain candles invoke various emotions into her enemies, some bring back unwanted memories, and others summon monsters from a forbidden world.
Vixen also carries a sword around with her, it’s an extremely large sword and most women don’t carry them. It’s a claymore than can house the souls of the dead should she feel the need to keep them or use their chakra. Her sword is where she stores chakra before battle so she hardly ever runs out. If she does she can convert the dead souls into chakra. The Claymore has a ruby gem embedded into its handle, if you look close enough you can see the faces of the souls. The souls aren’t suffering though, they are happy. There’s a false world inside her sword, a world she created, it gives the souls who grant them her power the illusion that they are in paradise or Summer Land, and in some religions Heaven.
Occupation: Vixen was originally a geisha in the Moon Village. Giving pleasure to men for the right price, giving fortune readings, and walking the streets taking the burdens from men who deserved a break in life. After meeting a man named Jarl, she fell in love with him. She decided to stop being a geisha and pursue a profession as a ninja. She chooses to perform jutsus that revolve around choice, manipulation an opponent, and summoning. She has become known as Destiny. Vixen is now a member of Akatsuki, she was once engaged into a fight with one of the members, Saori. The battle raged on for days…until she finally collapsed from exhaustion. Saori was sent to test her abilities and because he was a puppet he didn’t need to rest. Pien had ordered Saori to bring Vixen back so she could become a member.
Abilities/Powers: Vixen’s abilities and powers revolve around candles and genjutsu. She needs to have a large and steady source of Chakra in order to fight. If she runs out of Chakra she doesn’t have much to protect herself with except her sword which isn’t made for fighting. With her candles she can invoke certain emotions, summon monsters or pets for company, she can force people to remember things they have long forgotten. Her goal in battle is to simply drive her opponent insane. Vixen can also call upon souls to fight for her, similar to the puppet style technique.
The most feared technique she has is called the Hand of Destiny. If you ever see this performed your death is close at hand. Vixen summons five candles that draw a pentagram around her, her body in the center of the star. The candles drop wax on the floor as they form the shape and trail smoke in the air. Whenever she brings her fingers together and says the word, “Unmei,” or destiny, a large clock hand falls from the sky and falls through her body. It lands below her feet, hovering inches above the ground. Words appear on each of the five points of the star, chakra, karma, heart, soul, and annihilate.
Each word represents a certain way the opponent’s going to die. Chakra, is probably one of the most humane. You simply have all your chakra drained from your body until you have none left and you die. Heart is whenever your heart is tore from your body and you slowly die. Soul is whenever Vixen draws her sword and your soul is drained from your body and placed into the gem in her sword, your chakra is now hers to use as she pleases. Annihilate is probably the most horrible one out of them all. A monster is summoned from the depths of hell and forces a flesh devouring creature into the human’s body, the creature eats away the insides slowly and painfully. Karma is the only skill in which you might live. If the hand lands upon Karma the Grim Reaper appears and tears away the soul from both Vixen and her opponent's body and then shreds the bodies to pieces with his scythe. So Vixen takes great care to use this skill as it has a major draw back.
Bio: Vixen was born with another name, Sachiko. Her parents were criminals on the run from the law. She lived with her grandmother and grandfather. Vixen had never understood why she couldn’t live with her parents until she was about 8 years old. Vixen’s grandmother did her best to raise her but passed away whenever she was only 12 years old. Her death upset Vixen greatly. Her grandfather was the only person left to raise her and he was incredibly old, within hundreds of years. He wasn’t the most able bodied or able minded person to do it, so Vixen ended up having to take care of him. She went to school and became a genine but never thought to pursue it further than that. Since there was no income coming into the home, she had to find a job that would pay good money. She had no education other than what she had been taught in home school with her grandmother. Vixen entered into the geisha business whenever she was 15 years old. She was able to keep the house and even afford a round the clock nurse for her grandfather. It didn’t matter that she was sacrificing her body, so long as her grandfather was safe.
One day the village held a meeting, apparently two criminals that had been avoiding the law had been caught. Vixen had no idea it was…until she got closer to the executions spot. As she moved in closer she began to notice a woman and a man. The woman had thick red hair, much like her own, and milky colored skin as pale as snow. The man had eyes as dark as sapphire, exactly like the ones she saw whenever she looked in the mirror every morning. It couldn’t be, it just couldn’t. Her parents had been on the run for years and hadn’t been caught, why would they slip up and get caught now? Tears filled her eyes and reality came crashing down in a harsh and bitter storm. She watched in silence…quiet sobs escaping her lips. They were going to be hanged for the crimes they committed against the village. As the nooses were placed on their necks her mother’s eyes caught her gaze. Somehow her mother knew who she was and she smiled at her daughter. She listened to the curses and the accusations of how horrid and despicable they were from all the onlookers. No, you’re wrong a voice in her head screamed. Then the floor fell out from underneath them, the rope tightened, blood trailed out from their lips and they slowly died…both with a smile on their face.
Vixen made her way back to work, she couldn’t stay to watch them take the bodies down. She needed something to take her mind off of her parents. They had never been there for her, why was she upset. She hadn’t even seen their faces up until now. Why did it bother her so much? She went into her room and waited for a customer. Tears filled her eyes again and she sobbed…it upset her because now she would never get to know them. The door opened and a customer with a kind face entered the room. Vixen brushed her sleeve against her eyes, “Sorry. I’m sorry.” The man walked over to her, removing his cap. “It’s alright. We all must cry.” The gentle tone of his voice wasn’t that of some horny man out to have a good time. “You are still beautiful.” He bent down to face her and placed a kiss upon her lips. It was then…that the two fell in love.
Vixen had left the geisha business to live a normal life with Jarl. They owned a small, modest house. Her grandfather lived with them here, he was going to pass away soon, and Vixen knew it was coming. She had decided to pursue a job as a ninja and she was now a junine. The test had been easy enough for her, the taunts from the boys was much more difficult than that. She was now 18 years old and was content with her life. She was hoping to have children soon. She returned home one night, Jarl had been away on business and wasn’t going to be back for a couple of days. Vixen would be alone with her grandfather, she would dismiss the nurse from her job for tonight and spend some time talking with him. Vixen stepped foot into the home and she instantly knew something was wrong. She walked into the living room and saw the dead body of the nurse. Oh no grandfather, that was all she could think of. She rushed to his room in time to see a man jerking his sword from her grandfather’s chest. “Who the hell are you?” The man was dressed in a black robe, red clouds with a white outline were present in various places on it. “Well my dear,” his voice sent chills through her spine, “You are awfully rude. You should respect those stronger than you.” Vixen discovered that she hated having her strength question, “You are no strong man, you are just some coward that sunk into my house and killed my grandfather and his caretaker.” The man’s eyes gleamed in the darkness as she felt them fall upon her. “Would you care to find out just how wrong you are?” Vixen jumped back dug into her bag and pulled out various colored candles, they lit in her fingers, and she tossed them forward. A blade protruded out from underneath his cloak and he slapped the candles back towards her. Vixen made the candles halt in front of her, wax falling onto her face. She then pulled more candles out and they lit, she threw them forward, fire erupted from the wick. The bed in which her grandfather’s body lay caught fire and incinerated. The man chuckled, “That’s a cute trick.” And with that a battle ragged for three days. Vixen collapsed from exhaustion.
Whenever she awoke she found herself unable to move and a foul taste in her mouth. She had been poisoned. The man was sitting in front of her, watching her. “I see you’re awake. I have a proposition if you’re willing to listen.” Vixen managed to spit on his cloak in response. The man sighed, ripping the clothes of the nurse and whipping it off. “I see you most likely won’t accept this offer but you will listen to me. You see, I am part of an organization called the Akatsuki and my master is interested in your participation in this organization.” Vixen thought this over…she had always desired power and control but there had to be a catch. “What if I refuse?” The man laughed, “My dear, you can’t refuse. You will be joining, one way or another. If you say no…I will kill your husband and any friend he and you have.” Vixen’s heart sank, “Fine…I’ll join. What do I have to do.” The man’s smile was evil and held a secret. “You must prove you are loyal to us…so in order to join you must kill Jarl.” Vixen’s heart didn’t just sink now, it died and withered away. “If you do not kill him, I will kill him and everyone dear to him. Either you do this act of mercy or I’ll turn this act into a slaughter.” Vixen agreed.
She waited her husbands return, hoping something happened to him on the way home to delay him further. Jarl walked into the door. She had been warned not to cry, so she wasn’t. She wouldn’t until he was dead. Vixen put on a fake smile and walked to the door, wrapping her arms around him to hug him. “Welcome home, honey.” Jarl was surprised she was awake at this time of night, he thought it was really sweet. “Thank you my love, how is your grandfather? How did you fare while I was gone?” She only smiled, “Kiss me.” Jarl was a bit taken back but who could refuse a request from such a beautiful woman. “Of course.” He bent his head down and kissed her, there was as much passion in this kiss as the one on the first day they met. She tasted him and he tasted her, the warmth, the love…she took the blade from behind her back and shoved it through his chest, making sure it hit his heart, she then tasted his blood. He fell backwards, she made sure she removed the knife before she let him fall. Now the tears came, blood pooled from her mouth and stained her shirt. She collapsed next to him and sobbed, “I’m sorry.” The life was fading from Jarl, his eyes going dim, the beating of his heart stalling. “It’s alright. We all must cry.” The tone of his voice was so gentle, so forgiving. “You’re beautiful…” The life left his body and he drifted off into another world. Vixen removed his headband, cleaned the blood away with her sleeve, and then tied it around her arm.
The man came up behind her, enjoying the suffering she was going through. “Well done. You are now a member of Akatsuki. My name is Sasori. It’s time you went and met our master.”
Vixen was given the robe, the black robe with the red clouds. She was given a hat with white straw hanging down from it. Hidden in the straw was a bell that made a quite melodic sound whenever she walked…so all knew she was coming. She was also given a ring, the ring was white with a carving inside it. Within the stone was the symbol for…destiny.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:34 pm
Name: Aldora Delano
Age: Appears 23
Gender:Female
Power: Aldora has no name for her abilities or her powers. She sees no need to label something without requirement. She can simply manipulate fire, conjure it as she wills it from the pits of hell, and disperse it into oblivion. Being a creature born in the everlasting fire she is naturally immune to fire.
Type of Demon: Aldora can withstand the furnaces of hell and the shards of brimstone that exist in the innards of the place she used to call “home.” There is no fire that can burn her, no flame that has the ability to melt the flesh from her bone. Aldora is a demon forged from the inferno of vengeance and rage known as ukobach. In the modern tongue it would simply translate to fire elemental.
Personality: Aldora is a monster, not a human. She does not feel things the same as humans do nor does she require them. There are still some emotions but it’s almost like scrapping out the bottom of her heart. Is she capable of love or remorse; to sob and hold the hand of someone she cared for on their death bed-more than likely not. She is incapable of requesting redemption or to even understand the concept of it. Everything she sees before her is simply ambiguous. She isn’t without thought however; she is far from being mindless. Aldora is a selfish creature and will put her self-preservation before that of another, even if it means someone must perish.
Bio: Aldora was created by Xaphan, The Keeper of the Furnaces of Hell. He required an assistant and he craved a lover. Xaphan went to Lucifer and request the permission to create an assistant, to better serve hell of course. Lucifer knew of the deceptions and corruptions of the creatures of hell even one of the higher beings such as Xaphan. Lucifer granted his request, bestowing upon him a small dagger imbued with the powers of fire and destruction. Xaphan was told to slice his wrist and drench the blade in his demonic blood and then toss it into the fire while speaking an incantation; his assistant would be born. Xaphan did as he was commanded but little did he know Lucifer had tricked him. Xaphan was a higher demon but he wasn’t very bright; he knew only the company of the flames which he kindled. He stained the blade with his blood and threw it into the furnace. He watched as the steel burned a bright crimson, the smell of roasting gore in his nostrils. Excitement began to hatch within him, a parasite clouding his judgment. He recited the incantation without a second thought.
“Addo unto mihi ortus of incendia quod ruina. Oblivio of vita quod insons insontis exsisto existo efficio bidding of vestri vinco ~ Aldora.”
A bright light began to glow around the dagger, haloing it in warm light. Xaphan quivered with anticipation, the light reflecting the corruption in his white eyes. The glow began to expand, smaller pebbles and dust began to take on the same eerie shade. The objects appeared to dance and skip towards the dagger and fire licked and caressed it with a dark lust. The fire, the objects, and light all exploded in random directions. The structure of the furnace began to collapse, crumbling from the force. The flames shot out the collapsing structure, reaching for the heavens, for some kind of escape. Within the center of the deteriorated furnace stood a fully matured woman, the flames bowing about her feet. She held the dagger in one hand and with the other extended her fingers fully and then abruptly closed them into a fist. The fires died in one quick motion, almost as if someone had blown out a candle. The area was only illuminated by the other furnaces in the distance.
Xaphan stood in absolutely admiration, if ever there was such a thing as love he had found it. The woman before him, the beauty radiated on every inch of her. The long mane of flaming red hair--how he longed to twirl his fingers in it, the color of her skin was intoxicating; a perfect mixture of dark and light, and the depths of her mesmerizing scarlet eyes, the speckles of dark yellow around the pupil in this stunning halo just about took his breath away. He managed to speak despite this feeling, “You there, fair maiden what is your name?”
She hadn’t noticed his presence; she brought those gorgeous eyes upon him. She stepped from the ashes, the air turning gray as the substance was stirred alive from her movement. She stopped infront of Xaphan, reaching to him she placed her hand upon his cheek, tenderly stroking his flesh. “My name is one you should know if you think carefully. Aldora is my name furnace keeper.”
Xaphan seemed puzzled, where had he heard that name before? She wasn’t some simple being he had created out of nothing. She had been something before but had been lost in the ages of peace and the ceasing of war. He thought back and then realization struck him but by then it was too late. “Lucifer, he betrayed—.” His sentence was cut short as she ran him through with the dagger. Blood began to ooze from his heart as he looked at her, pain in his gaze. Aldora smirked as if to add insult to injury the blade burst to life with the fire of the furnace he had tended to his entire existence. The flames devoured his flesh, ate away at his heart, the evil drank it’s fill of his blood until there was nothing left within him.
Xaphan collapsed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, the life taken from him. Lucifer appeared from the shadows peering down at the man with a look of disgust on his face. “Now I need another furnace keeper Aldora.”
Aldora stood there before him, no sign of fear and no sign of respect. “Oh, whoops. A lesser demon should be able to handle the job.” She turned her back to Lucifer, “I’m leaving.”
Lucifer willed her to stop, having control over her made it simple enough. “Before you go, I have something I need to tell you.” He smiled, his sharp teeth showing through his lips. “There is something I need done for me and you are the one to do it.”
Pic: Aldora has a long mane of red hair and whenever she is using her abilities it ignites into a blaze. Her hair is thick and wavy, stopping at the back of her knees. Her hair frames her slender face and the bangs cover the corners of her eyes, partially showing her forehead, and a streak of white flows down the entire portion of the right side of her bangs. In the center of the crown chakra point a gem is embedded into her flesh, golden shapes fanning from it in an almost artistic manner. Aldora is a full figured woman that is fairly toned. She is not much of a physical fighter but she has the capability of being dangerous if backed into a corner. She wears a red, full body corset that has intricate designs along the sides. The fabric along either side of her waist and hips forms a criss-cross pattern, showing flesh at various intervals. The corset has a detachable cloak in the same deep red that covers the back of her legs; yellow beads dot the few inches of the fabric from the bottom. Hidden within the fabric is a small sheath which holds the dagger that is responsible for her creation as well as her demise. Aldora has knee high, stiletto boots that match her outfit. Tied about her waste is a vile that carries fires from the furnace in which she was born.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:47 pm
Name: Arrea Delano
Age: Her actual age is hard to determine, she eventually lost count. It’s roughly around 1055.
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Height: 5'8'’
Weight: 140
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Arrea tends to stay quiet and listen to those around her. Being a leader she believes that you should pay attention to the voices and opinions of others. Especially since those she lives with are close friends of hers and trusted advisors. Her friends sometimes have hot headed attitudes and she never fails to calm them, mostly with snapping at them and calling them fools. Since she stays quiet her words are considered gems. Being in such high position of power gives her voice power as well but even more than other leaders. If one ever sees Arrea out of debates with the Circle and the other species leaders they will find she is more laid back than people give her credit for. Arrea is happy, she enjoys life, though she doesn’t show it. She believes emotions are useless you are unable to control them so she is often misunderstood.
Elements: Arrea and the Circle had foolishly dove into the world of the Dark Arts and each of them were given special abilities that no one else has. She feels like each ability comes with a hidden curse and that it’s impossible to find out what that curse is until it’s too late. No one has shown any signs of a “curse” yet. She feels it’s coming soon and she’ll probably be the first. Other than the Dark Arts, she has the ability to manipulate shadow and fire to do her bidding. She is able to do pretty much anything she likes with the elements and those powers are enhanced due to the Dark Arts beautiful gift.
Weapons Arrea uses a claymore, not just any claymore though. Arrea has been with this weapon since her before the vampire Covenant and since before the Circle itself. She lived a life all her own before she was forced to seek the safety of a Covenant, the weapon and a few other treasures are the only keys that remind her of that life. The Claymore was forged for her in a land that isn’t of this world. The Claymore has also been enchanted with the power of the Dark Arts through a spell that Arrea cast upon it. The Claymore can never be broken and the ruby jewel that is melted into the hilt contains the souls of all of those she has slain. She does this by delivering a fatal wound and as the victim dies she asked them if they are ready to die. If they aren’t ready to pass on to the afterlife she proposes her deal. Their soul will remain with her until she passes on and it gives them the illusion they are in paradise. So they know they will be in the perfect life and not wonder if they go to hell or heaven. Arrea also has a few other weapons that she uses when she doesn’t feel like using her Claymore.
Claymore
Claymore
Dagger
Occupation: Leader of the Vampires, spell caster, warrior.
Abilities/Powers: Arrea’s abilities are those of a Vampire. Increased strength and speed, also a major increase in all the 5 senses. Arrea’s abilities are also stronger than normal Vampires because of the Dark Arts. Arrea’s powers are unlimited, she sold her soul and in return she was given that perk. She is fearful that the perk will have a dire consequence, though she isn’t sure what. The abilities she mastered herself are increased. Arrea has mastered the elements of shadow and fire and can wield them to do whatever she desires.
Bio: In the history of the Earth and other galaxies scattered across the universes there is a legend that has never been proven to be accurate or to be wrong. The legend says that every planet is linked onto one stream of energy that it must share with two other planets on separate plans of existence. The world we know...Earth, is one of three others. The other two are Ashling and Jolon. Arrea presently lives on Earth but she didn’t always live here. Arrea comes from another world, she comes from Ashling. Ashling is a world nothing like Earth. Ashling is the land that is populated by dragons, phoenixes, multi-tailed foxes, and fairies. In the world of Ashling the land is divided into 4 separate parts. Northern Lands, Southern Lands, Western Lands, and Eastern Lands. Each land is appointed a leader based on a system of ancient placement. Arrea was born in the Southern Lands. She was abandoned at a young age, left in a basket close to some fairy fields.
The fairies kept her until they were able to find a family that wanted a child but couldn’t have one. A family such as this would be sure to treasure her. The fairies took a liking to Arrea and all throughout her life it wasn’t uncommon to see a bright light or a captivating light appear next to her and quickly disappear. The fairies eventually trusted a newly wed couple with her. The couple was named Rose and Craven. Rose was unable to give birth to any children, they had been trying for almost a year now and Rose wished for a child desperately. The fairies fluttered into Rose’s and Craven’s home one night and placed Arrea in a bundled of clothes made of fairy silk gently on the bed. Fairy silk is the softest fabric in the world of Ashling and a rare and unique thing to own. Rose awoke when she heard a child crying and was shocked. She assumed it to be a gift from the Gods and became a faithful follower after that.
Arrea grew up with a different taste then most females. While all the other girls were working in the gardens and cleaning house, or taking care of children she was deep in the woods practicing to wield a self-made sword. The sword was light and whittled from a thick stick. It was a large claymore, similar to the ones she had seen the Knights of the Southern Lands use. She was determined to learn how to use one. She practice until sun down and collapsed into a coma at night when she returned home. Rose would scold her and tell her to act more lady like, but Arrea simply just couldn’t stop. She would watch the Knights and study their different fighting styles and memorize them, then practice them later.
Shortly after Arrea turned 17 years old she watched a new Knight use an entirely different method of fighting then she had ever seen before. She was going to go practice it but Rose made her come inside and help with the house work. She worked until night and was sent to bed after she had supper. Arrea couldn’t wait to practice the technique so she grabbed her sword and snuck out to the woods and began to try it. A dark stranger appeared behind her and surprised her, she dropped the sword and jerked around. This was when she learned her first lesson, never drop your weapon.
The stranger pushed her hard into the nearest tree, tears formed in her eyes. She felt sharp pains in her shoulders and cried out, trying to push away. Blood oozed from her flesh and stained her shirt. She screamed out but it felt like she was fighting a brick wall. The stranger moved one hand and pressed it against her mouth. “Open your eyes,” the stranger’s voice was dark and cold, it awakened every fear she had been sheltered from all her life. Arrea sobbed and shook her head, the stranger squeezed her shoulder, causing more blood to gush out. “Open your eyes now.” Arrea whimpered and slowly forced her eyelids open. She was greeted by a pair of demonic red eyes, overflowing with hatred, lust, and death. The stranger smiled, fangs gleamed in the moonlight. “Hello there...young lady. What are you doing out so late at night?” He chuckled as he brought his mouth to her face and slowly licked from her neck to her cheek. “You taste divine my dear and I’m sure something else will taste just as heavenly as your flesh.” The stranger threw her over his shoulder and darted off, running at a pace Arrea had never seen any human run before. She kicked and screamed, she tried to fight off the man. “No, please stop!” She cried and begged but the stranger didn’t care.
Arrea suddenly felt herself jerk to a halt, had the stranger felt pity? Was he going to show mercy? She heard voices and was suddenly pulled in front of the strangers body. His arm wrapped around her neck, as if to snap it, she tried to pull away as she felt his member press against her...it sickened her. She was met with pain as he tightened his grip. She finally noticed that there was another man before them. Arrea smiled maybe he would help her! She called out to him, “Please help me! Please!” The stranger twisted her neck some and she gasped, “Be quiet scum.”
The man that had appeared was donned in a snow white coat, his face covered by the hood and shadows yet his voice was that of a savior to her. “It’s such a nice night, on a night like this I crave blood..” The vampire shook with fear, “Please don’t kill me. If you try and kill me you’ll kill the girl too. How can you sleep at night knowing you killed an innocent and you’re of noble birth?” The “masked” man peered directly into Arrea’s eyes. He gazed right through the fear and animosity and asked, “Will you trust me?” Arrea slowly nodded her head, “Yes.” Suddenly she felt everything just melt away from her. The man drew his sword, the blade shimmered in the moonlight, the cloak outlined in silver as he rushed forward and ran her threw. The blade went through her heart...she felt no pain and all she saw was the hooded man’s eyes, deep crimson pools that she could lose herself in. The steel went through her entire chest and directly into the stranger behind her. The stranger coughed up blood and slowly died. The hooded man jerked his weapon from her chest and before she could fall he scooped her up in one of his arms and carefully sank his fangs into her neck. There was no pain...only pleasure. She gripped the material of his coat in between her fingers and gasped and moaned. The man released her after he had his fill and enough to change her. Arrea fell to the ground and just laid there on her back gazing up into his eyes. The man bent down over her and whispered into her ear, “This is the part where they usually close their eyes.” Arrea then closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Arrea awoke, the sounds of birds chirping in her ears. They seemed louder this morning and it really annoyed her. She slowly inched up and stretched her arms, she released a yawn from her lips. She noticed she was in a cave...this wasn’t her house or her bed. She stood up and searched the save, thinking of it as an adventure. After she had seen all she had wanted to see she was tired and wanted to just go home. Arrea stepped out of the cave and was instantly hit with a horrible pain. She ran back into the cave and screamed. Her flesh felt like it was boiling and searing with pain, like fire was devouring her skin. She cried and screamed, curled into a fetal position as tears ran down her face. She sobbed hysterically for the rest of the day until she fell asleep.
Arrea’s eyes fluttered open as the birds singing woke her. Her whole body felt numb...she tried to move but groaned as a new wave of pain pounded into her. This was horrible she hadn’t felt any kind of anguish close to this in her entire life. She remained deathly still until the pain subsided and attempted to move again. She cried out but forced herself to sit up, her back against the cave. At least it was cool, the air cold and the cave wall sent icy chills through out her entire body. Arrea closed her eyes once she managed to get comfortable...as comfortable as possible in her state. She sighed...what had caused this? She had heard of stories...of creatures of the night that her mother had warned her off many times. Vampires and Lycans, they both feasted on human flesh and blood. Was that what those men were? Were they Vampires? It only made sense...Vampires were sensitive to sunlight and he had bitten her. She had to be a Vampire now. Arrea came to this sad realization, tears trailed down her face. She could never go back home now but at least she was alive.
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After about a week she began to heal. She dug the new fingernails she had grown into her flesh and ripped off the top layer of skin. She tossed it to the other side of the cave and repeated the process with all the areas that had been burned. She was starving, not for food or for water but for something else. She was starving to feast...for blood. She knew she would develop a sensation to drink but not something this strong. She would have to wait until night time and she would force herself to find a rabbit or something to eat. Arrea glanced at her arm, the new skin was smooth and pale. She could hear the blood rushing through her veins, the warmth inside the vessels. She brought her wrist to her mouth and couldn’t help herself...she bit into her flesh and drank her own blood.
Night had fallen over the lands and she was ready to move after a week of being still and silent. Arrea left the cave and stood in the moonlight, she let herself bath in the silver water. She remembered the stranger...how quickly he moved underneath the snowy orb in the sky. She wondered what had become of him? She decided she would wonder later, she needed blood. Arrea had no idea how to hunt or how to be a Vampire for that matter. She guessed maybe she should sit still and wait for a rabbit. She walked a few yards away from the cave, taking time to memorize her surroundings. Once she was far enough she let herself fall on the ground, she sat crossed legged silently, hardly breathing. About 15 minutes of sitting there and a rabbit appeared near her. She watched it out of the corner of her eyes and waited for a moment. The rabbit perked it’s ears up and began to nibble at the grass. Arrea lunged without warning and grabbed the prey in her hands. It tried to run away, clawing and biting at her hands but the pain was minimal to the burns she had suffered earlier. She bared her fangs and was about to sink her teeth into the defenseless animal but hesitated. What was she doing? She couldn’t hurt this poor creature. She sighed and released the squirming mass of fur from her grasp. It hurriedly darted away from her, away from the walking death she had become.
Arrea quickly stood to her feet as she felt the presence of someone. How was this possible? She could feel their emotions, curious and puzzled. She knew exactly where they were but how? She trusted her feelings and followed the imaginary trail that fluttered through the air. She halted completely, there was a man...she wanted to stay hidden from him. She quickly rushed behind a tree and watched him. He was wandering through the forest, he walked by her and glanced over in her direction. She made a quiet gasp and hid herself completely behind the large oak. The man smirked, she didn’t see it...somehow she just knew he had. He continued forward and once he was a good distance ahead, Arrea came out of her hiding place and followed. He made his way to her cave...that was odd. She remained outside, hidden from view. She thought she was being sneaky and that he couldn’t see her but he turned and gazed directly at her, right into her eyes. She felt the same thing as she had that day, he seemed to be looking through the fear and animosity and directly into her very own soul. “Come out now.” Arrea kept still, she was too frightened to move. The man tapped his foot a few times and then was gone, he had just vanished. Within a few seconds he was right in front of her, a hair’s breath from her face. “I told you to come out.” He grabbed her wrists and snatched her up to her feet. Arrea snarled, “Who the hell do you think you are?” She slung her hand at his face, wanting to slap everything he was out of him. He stepped back and slashed outward with his own claws, ripping her shirt off. “Too slow.” Arrea hugged herself, hiding her breasts. “What the ******** is wrong with you?” The man rushed forward and ripped off her skirt in one swift motion then gripped her neck, his claws slicing into her skin. “If you can’t fight and win then don’t bother. I’ll show you what they would do the a woman if they captured her.” He slammed her hard into the ground and crushed his lips against hers. His weight pressing against her, she tried to fight back. His hands roamed her body, searching and exploring. She gasped and moaned as he found what he sought. He was excited even more as she tried to squirm away from underneath him. He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants and her eyes went wide. He raped her, taking her innocence, and throughly enjoyed every second of it.
Arrea just laid there, crying quietly to herself because she knew no one else cared. The man brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “This is the part where they usually close their eyes.” He stood and began fixing his outfit. She stopped her sobbing and shot to her feet. “You, you were the one who saved me! I thought you were a hero, how could you do that to me? How could you just rape me like that?” The man turned to look at her and ran his gaze along her body, then he smirked. Arrea blushed and looked away. “You may call me Kian.” He tossed her his coat, “And better me than a mongrel or a filthy human.” Arrea donned the coat and just glared at him because he was right. “We’re going to start your training, since I’m your sir Vampire you’re my responsibility. Every time you mess up you will be punished.”
“No! You’re doing it wrong. Are you that incompetent?” Kian shouted at Arrea for messing up once again. They had been training for a few weeks now and she was still having trouble fighting right. “This isn’t something you are incapable of doing so just do it.” Arrea shot him a glare, “This isn’t that easy! I’m just a 17 year old girl with no fighting experience at all,” she yelled back. “Is that going to be your excuse for everything? You’re enemy won’t care that you’re a girl or how old you are. They’ll just care that you are a Vampire and you need to die.” Kian was furious with her, she could tell. She was trying as hard as she could though. “I’m leaving, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” He turned and walked away from the cave to go simmer down and think. Arrea loosened her grip on her sword and let the tip fall to the ground. She gazed down at the earth, she was worthless. Arrea moved to a tree and collapsed, she leaned back against it and relaxed. It was nice to have a break though. She closed her eyes and listened to the soft, sweet sound of nature...she eventually fell asleep.
“Wake up. We’re leaving.” Kian shook her gently. “I have been called back to my home so we’re going. Get ready.” Arrea quickly got to her feet, she didn’t own anything she wished to take except for the sword Kian had given her. The sword really was beautiful. The blade was pure crimson with Japanese writing near the hilt in jet black. She treasured this weapon with her heart. “You’re just standing there. Are you ready to leave?” Arrea nodded, “Yes. There’s nothing to bring with me.” Kian moved to her, “Turn around.” Arrea did as he asked, “Why, what are you doing?” Kian just smiled, “I’m going to enjoy this.” He buried his claws into the muscle and skin of her back, Arrea was about to scream but he covered her mouth with his hand. “Shhh,” he whispered. Once he felt his fingertips touch what he was looking for he gripped it and jerked it out of her back. Pieces of flesh hit the dirt and blood splattered on his face. Arrea fell to her knees, hugging herself. She doubled over, her forehead pressing against the earth as she screamed in agony. One large black wing jutted out of the left side of her back, it dripped wet with blood, small drops pooled in the grass. Kian felt pity for her, this was the first time she had felt it from him. “It will be over in a minute.” He moved his hand to the right side of her back and repeated the process. He ripped out another wing, it was soaked and stained red. Arrea screamed, howling from the agony. She dug her nails into her forearms, blood trickling out of her wounds and down her fingers.
Kian crossed his arms, he seemed to be acting impatient but Arrea knew otherwise. He was carefully watching her, understood her pain, and it was obvious he hadn’t intended on doing this so early. Arrea’s breathing calmed and began to shift to a steady pace. Her heart beat gentle slowed and began to stabilize. She stumbled to her feet, her body still shivering and the pores of her body dripping with sweat. Kian examined her physical and mental state as his gaze trailed up and down her body and he used the connection to pry into her mind. She seemed to be fine. “Try them out. It’s the only way you can get used to them.” Arrea slowly let her arms fall to her side, she hung her head low unable to look at Kian. The onyx black wings flapped, the air gushing up, causing Arrea’s dark, red hair to fly toward the heavens. The wings were rather large, the leather like material still harboring a bit of sin, they were small enough to ensure she would still be able to remain agile and quick. Each tip of the wing had a claw-like object protruding outward from it, the color pale as death. Arrea finally managed to raise her stare and peer at Kian, she didn’t say a word but it was enough in her mind. Kian came to her side and allowed his own wings to shoot out from his shoulders, he caressed the air gentle allowing them to dry. He quickly demonstrated how to use them until he was sure she would be able to follow him. Kian completely outstretched his entire wing span, shadows towered over Arrea and she could only stare in awe. He waved his wings, the dirt beneath him retreated as he pushed off the ground. “Follow me.” Arrea did as she had been shown and after a few fumbles was in the air and flying behind him.
Arrea had never even heard of Covenants...she didn’t even believe Vampires existed until a few months ago. She remained close to Kian, embracing one of his arms tightly trying to find some way to feel safe and secure. He lead her to a gateway, guards asked for his identity. Once they were informed by him the huge double doors opened, massive waves of candle light poured out into the night sky as they entered the castle. From the sky Arrea had seen the castle with the help of Kian, it was huge yet hidden by the rims and hills of the mountainous region. If she hadn’t had his help she wouldn’t have been able to find it, even in the broad day light. She was beginning to miss that felling, the sun on her skin...how soft it was on her skin. Kian had threatened her before landing at the gateway. He told her if she told another soul of this place’s location he would rip out her throat himself and feed her innards to the mutts his family kept as pets.
Several men rushed to greet Kian as he ventured further into the structure. They glanced over Arrea and held a puzzled look upon their faces and then completely ignored her. “Lord Kian. We have members of the Covenant who have broken the laws.” Kian stood there with mock interest, “So what exactly have they done? Give me a proficient reason for honoring this place with my presence.” The men were nervous, perhaps afraid the reason wouldn’t be suitable. “There were a group of Vampires that were having meetings with a female human. The Vampires were providing the human with their blood in return for having her bring human males to them. The laws state that Vampires are not to share blood and as the eldest son of this household we thought it fit to request you here to call judgment.” Kian was angry, his face didn’t show it but his mind screamed it. “Show me to the heretics. They know the punishment for the crime. The men bowed, “Please my Lord, follow us.”
The group lead them down a series of dark hallways, the candle light was dim and housed the environment with a gentle glow, giving it a foreboding atmosphere. The men finally stopped at a steel door, bolts kept several layers of metal together. The door looked unbreakable. “Here, the dungeon entrance my Lord.” Kian nodded his head toward them, one of the men reached out and gripped the door handle. His hands looked worn and callused underneath the soft arm of the robe. The door opened and Kian entered, the men stayed behind and closed the entrance off to the world inside. Arrea gazed around the room, it was pitch black except for a few candles in the corners. There was a pit of spikes in the center of the room and skeletons impaled on the razor sharp objects. Various other methods of torture were scatted about, the one that Arrea feared the most was the Iron Maiden. She heard a groan coming from someone but it was almost impossible for her to see. Kian snatched his arm away from her and walked into the darkness. She quietly and timidly trailed behind him, afraid to be left alone. Kian halted suddenly in front of a group of beaten Vampires. Only one of the group seemed to have any kind of strength left, strength to live. “Please my Lord. Please Lord Kian forgive us. Please don’t burn us!” He pleaded on his hands and knees, nose to the blood and soiled stained floor. “If you’re going to kill us do it by the spikes or another method! Please don’t burn us.” Kian frowned at the Vampire. “You...are...pathetic. You don’t deserve to be at my feet, you don’t deserve to live.” The Vampire began to cry, “Please Lord Kian. Show mercy to your kin, to your blood.” Kian snarled, baring his fangs. “You are no kin of mine! You aren’t even Vampires. You are below those mongrels in my eyes. Don’t grovel to me.” He lashed out with his claws tearing a patch of flesh from the Vampire’s face. He turned to leave, storming out with the Vampire’s screaming ringing in his ears. The hooded men sensed it was him and opened the door for him, they knew it had not gone well so they were silent and bowed their heads as he left the dungeon. “Bring them to the court room,” Kian murmured in a voice so low it was almost impossible to hear.
The Vampires were charged with treason and sentenced to the worst death possible for a Vampire.
Each Vampire was taken one by one, the leader being the first one, and tied to a pole in the center of a stone room. Arrea wasn’t sure what one would call this room. As soon as she walked in she could feel the death, the pain and torture that housed the very structure of the bricks. A small opening above the room grinded open as a few grunts pulled the handle to a levier system. As the mouth of the opening disappeared into the building, rays of sunlight splashed down upon the Vampires. They screamed and begged for the pain to stop. Reached out as far as their chained hands would able them and gazed into the eyes of every person in the room. As they all died it seemed a cursed was placed on all those who bared witness to their death. Sometimes Arrea still blames bad fortune in her life upon them, the spell. She remembers Kian’s words well, she never forgot them, nor will she ever. “If you betray me, I’ll watch you burn upon the pike.”
Afterwards the group of masked Vampires lead Kian to the room with the woman who had been caught bargaining with the deceased. She was stripped of all her clothing, daggers held her against the wall in her wrist and ankles. Blood stained the floor in four neat puddles, her reflection cast into them. The reflection revealed how terrified and alone she was, how much she wanted to plead for mercy. Kian didn’t bother to listen to any of her excuses, Arrea found it odd how there were none to being with. Kian moved so that he was before her, he gazed into her eyes...similar to the way he had done to Arrea that night. She bared his fangs and hissed, his breathe hot upon the woman’s flesh, it caused to the blood to quicken and warm more, the skin turning red. He slowly and agonizingly let his fangs taste the wonderful nectar underneath that red flesh. The woman had been so pleased with pain that she found this enjoyable. She moan and cried out with pleasure, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Arrea gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth to suppress the sound she wanted to make. As the woman began to die underneath the powerful force of his body she moaned louder. Sweat bedded Arrea’s brow, she found it completely irresistible. After not feeding for so long and seeing this now, it was just too much. She nibbled into her own wrist and drank.
It had been almost 500 years now. Kian had taught her how to live as a Vampire and how to fight. She was an excellent warrior now or so she thought. Arrea’s long red hair was now cut short, in an boyish sort of style. Her breasts were pressed against her chest with a large leather strap, she seemed to be almost flat-chested, unless you looked at her from the right angle. Her clothes weren’t tight or revealing, they were baggy and dirty. A sword was tied carefully to her hip and she held onto the hilt loosely, just letting her palm rest there. A small scarlet dragon was perched on her right shoulder. It nuzzled her cheek with care and affection. She had been given the dragon by a stranger cloaked in red and gold. He told her it was free, he felt that it belong to her. Of course at the time it was simply an egg but it had hatched about 5 months ago and was growing slower than it should be.
Arrea was going to try and become a knight of the southern land. Since she was a woman they thought she was incapable of fighting but she would show them. Even if she had her Vampyric abilities to help her....they just didn’t count. She was making her way up the halls of the castle now and in a matter of seconds she would be inside the King’s chamber.
The guards saw her and nodded, opening the doors for her and allowed her to enter. Arrea slowly and wearily entered the room. The King rested in a gigantic, golden thrown. His crown glittered and glistened with every type of gem one could imagine. He noticed her enter and perked up a bit, “Why hello there. You must be the gentleman who wishes to be among the knights. Which is a highly honored position among my ranks. What did you say you’re name was?” Arrea bowed low, hanging her head to honor him, her arms close to her sides. “My name, Sir is Arngrim.” The king seemed curious, “That’s an odd name for a fellow these days. Oh well, I must think of a way to test your abilities.”
A dark figure stepped out of the shadows, his body robed in a pale white robe that shrouded his face. Arrea rose slowly from her bow and her eyes widened. It was Kian. What was he doing here? “My dear Sire, why not send in your personal guards. All of them. This man, Arngrim seems to be very skilled. If he lives and kills all of your men then allow him to join your ranks of the nobles and if not..well, we’ll just feeds his innards to the hounds.” Arrea held in a sigh, ya...that was Kian alright. The King was pleased, “Very good idea.” He clapped his hands and the doors slung open and several men filed into the room. The king pointed at her, “Kill this man immediately.”
She growled, Kian would pay for this later. What the hell was he doing here anyway? Arrea quickly drew her sword and tapped her right foot against the stone earth 5 times. The guards all charged, battle cries rang out in the air and the rattling of chain mail echoed through the halls. Arrea began almost invisible to everyone in the room...except Kian. There were ten clangs of metal, the battle cries shifted to screams of death and the chain mail clattered to the floor, blood pooling from every single man’s heart. Arrea had broken through their armor with one swing each and stabbed them in the heart with her claws. Blood dripped from the steel of her sword and her fingers wrapped around a still beating heart. She turned and peered into Kian’s eyes, she hoped he could feel her hatred for him, just searing him like sunlight. The King rose out of his seat, “What manner of beast are you?” Arrea sneered towards him, eyes still on Kian. “Why Sir...I am a Vampire.” The King collapsed back in his chair, his hand over his own heart as he cowered at the sight of her. “You...you...you’re incredible. You really wish to be a knight for me?”
And so a secret deal was made with the King. Arrea would be a knight of the southern land as long as no one found out she was a Vampire. Her dream had been realized. Her dragon eventually grew to an abnormally small size for it’s kind but Arrea still loved it. She rode it and fought by it’s side during battles and was the King’s secret weapon once the sun went down. Everything she had ever wanted was being realized...until one night she dreamed.
...The Vampires on the pikes, burning. The flesh on their face peeling away and turning to ash. Their eyes boiling in their sockets. Blood boiling underneath their skin and bursting. It was something a 17 year old should have never seen, yet it kept her in line. She obeyed every single command given to her after that...
She awoke, the moon high in the sky. Arrea jumped out of bed and rushed out of her room. She felt something was wrong, she heard screaming and shouting...but that wasn’t what she was worried about...it was Kian. Something was happening with Kian. Arrea’s heart pounded and her feet hit the floor, making quiet thumping noises, as she ran for the throne room. The door’s were off their hinges, thrown over to the side. She darted into the room without caring for a summon. Kian was fighting off wave upon wave of guards. Every single solider that the king commanded was here defending him and trying to kill Kian. Kian was wounded in one shoulder but seemed completely unharmed and unphased. The King rejoiced once he saw Arrea. “Arngrim, fight this man off. He has betrayed your king and is going to be banished from the land of Ashling forever!” Arrea just couldn’t make herself move...she just stood there. Kian snarled and fought the men. “Do as your king orders you Arngrim or I’ll banish you along with him!” Arrea hesitated but only for a moment. She had to do as her king order even if it meant fighting Kian, her Sire Vampire. Arrea tapped her foot against the ground 10 times but it wasn’t probably near as fast as Kian would be. She heard wizards chanting spells in the background, a blinding light filling the room as she rushed forward, drawing her sword. A portal...the king was serious.
Arrea slashed her sword, a streak of crimson and steel as it sliced through air and with a deafening clang met Kian’s sword. Kian pushed forward, making her lose balance. She stumbled backwards, his blade cutting her cheek and hair. He was serious too. What had happened here? Arrea and Kian fought for what seemed like hours, her and his body draining of energy. Their swords met flesh and each other until finally Arrea had Kian where she had been wanting him. His back was inches from the portal. He realized that it was over, she would push him into the pillar of light that was licking the shirt on his back. The two paused and gazed into each others eyes for just an instant and time seemed to stop. Kian took his finger and placed it on her chin and asked her, “Will you trust me?” Arrea simply nodded. He crushed their lips together in a moment shattering kiss. His tongue exploring her mouth and hers searching his. His hand brushed against her cheek as he fell backwards himself into the portal. Arrea slowly opened her eyes as he fell, her hand reached outward to catch him...but he vanished as her hand brushed against his. The dimension of light vanished shortly after as well.
The King walked down from his thrown over to the tired and wounded Arrea. “Well done, if it hadn’t been for you that traitor would have killed us all and me as well. You showed my your loyalty tonight and that I will never forget.” He said as he touched her shoulder and hugged her. The king stopped singing her praises and drew back, still holding her shoulders. He gazed down at her chest...she wasn’t wearing the leather strap. “A woman....?” The room was silent...after a few minutes the King shouted. “A woman! She has deceived us all! Take her and throw her in the dungeon, she will be banished along with her friend!”
Arrea was too distraught to try and defend herself. She allowed them to cart her off to the dungeon and beat her senseless. During her time there her dragon was slain. She was raped multiple times by various guards and prisoners and just left there broken. She couldn’t believe what she had done...to Kian. After a few months a few guards picked her up and brought her to the thrown room. Her arms were bound behind her as she was brought down rows and rows of men. The men snatched out for her and threw various things at her and called her vulgar names. She was placed in front of a pillar of light similar to the one Kian was thrown into, just a different color. The King smirked down upon her shameful, naked and defiled form. “For your act of treason upon me, your King...who you swore service to, I hereby banish you. I will not be banishing you to the same world your friend Kian went to, I would not reward someone of your level such an honor...I have decided to banish you to the realm of the dead. Jolon.” Arrea could have cared less, she didn’t deserve to see Kian anyway. If he saw her he’d probably kill her, that’s what she deserved what she was getting now. The King saw how ineffective this was. “Do you have nothing to say? Are you not going to grovel and beg?” Arrea looked away and whispered, “Not to someone of your level.” The King roared with furry, “Throw her in!” A guard stepped up and a large steel mallet and swung. It collided with her face, breaking bones, as she fell into unconsciousness and plummeted into the unknown.
Arrea awoke days later, her face smeared with dry blood. She had healed completely, thank god she hadn’t felt any of it. She slowly stood, trying to balance herself with her bound hands. There was no light at all, it was pitch black and a white mist lingered knee level above the ground. There seemed to be no one...no one at all. Arrea stayed here....for years.
Arrea had gone mentally inside, rocking back and forth to try and comfort herself. She saw images of Kian and clawed at them until they went away. His voice rang out in the darkness. “If you betray me that’s what I’ll do to you.” The ropes had worn away by now. She was starving and thirsty but unable to die, calling out for help constantly but received none. She laid in a naked mess on the ground, starving for blood. She bit into her own arm and pulled away flesh to lick away the blood. She cried and cried but found no comfort until one day she cried out. “Help me someone! Please anyone! I’d sell my soul to the devil to leave this place! Please someone have mercy! Please! Someone just kill me!!”
An man appeared before her, the first man she had seen in years. It wasn’t Kian but the devil in human form. “Hello there child.” Arrea perked her head up, “Help me please! Please I beg you!” She crawled over to him and gripped his pants with her claws. “Please, please.” She sobbed and cried. The devil smiled down at her. “Fear not child, I will help you. Just give me your soul.” Arrea nodded, “Anything, anything at all! Just please help me!” The devil glanced around, “Well it seems helping you obtain your sanity and all you loved is worth more than your soul.” Arrea became silent..... “What are you going to do for me my dear Arrea?” Arrea rose to her feet, “I’ll give you more souls, I’ll do anything you want!” The devil smiled, “Very well then.”
The devil removed his clothes and slept with her. They made love and she felt her sanity coming back, her memories, herself. After the devil finished having his way with her he stood and began to recite their deal as he donned his clothes. “I have taken your soul already and given you your sanity. I require 3 other souls as well. Convince them to join the Dark Arts and give their souls to me. In return I will restore your sanity, return what you love, and I will help you leave this place.” Arrea nodded, “Yes, sir. I will do as you wish.” The devil threw her his cloak. “Check the pockets, I might have left something.” With that he vanished. Arrea pulled the jacket on and fingered the pockets, there was an egg. Her face lit up as she withdrew it from her pocket, it was a dragon’s egg! It was her pet dragon! She brought it to her face and carefully stroked it with her cheek.
A silver fox then formed from the swirling mist. The fox had 9 long, gorgeous tails. This fox helped her find her way out of Jolon and onto the world known as Earth. Once she was upon Earth Arrea found a Covenant, once she proved herself they allowed her to join. There she made 4 new friends. She had long forgotten about her death with the devil until one night he appeared before her and told her that he wanted 3 of the 4 souls of her friends. She knew she owed him that was her master. She convinced them to join the Dark Arts and fiddle around with the powers of the Underworld. They did and were hooked. They sold their soul to the devil in exchange for power. Soon they wanted more power though, more power within the Covenant. They planned to over throw the leader but were soon found out before their plan could take place. They fled into the Undergrounds and used their powers to rebuild themselves a home. They learned their mistakes and began to use their powers to shelter other races. Afterwards, Lycans, Elves, Humans, and other Vampires who were cast out of their homes sought out the Underground. And they provided homes to all of them. Arrea though....she fells this time of peace is drawing close to an end.
Appearance: Arrea has two forms, on Ashling she was often in her human form but it is long gone.
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Arrea’s second form is the one she uses mostly on Earth, whenever she is in the Underground.
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Extra Information: Arrea was banished from Ashling and fell to Jolon, the land of the dead. From Jolon she made her way to earth by making a deal with the devil. Through this adventure she managed to keep hold of an item she held dear to her. One item being a dragon’s egg and another a close protector from Jolon, a snow white fox.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 11:15 pm
Name: Assiel, Solar Aeon
Age: Appears 25
Race: In a separate reality; a different realm, there exists an entirely separate branch of lore. Humans whisper of the creator’s gifts to them. This lore speaks of angels first created under “The One.” After many generations of existence “The One” longed for companionship and from its own life energy, pulled forth a being that was named Aeon. These types of angels exhibited a variety of abilities that changes from each generation. Each series of Aeons were gifted with the elements of the universe. If an entire branch of them with the same abilities were to die off then the universe would unravel. The Aeons are astral beings. Assiel is a Sixth Generation Solar Aeon.
Faction: Angel Haven
Profession: Assiel possess multiple abilities that allow her to perform various duties. Depending upon the time and the alignment of the stars and planets her abilities change. She is capable of healing, elemental wielding, strategizing, destruction, and balance.
Appearance: Assiel has long red hair that falls to the back of her knees. She usually has it pulled back into a partial bun that is secured neatly and her bangs continuously fall into her eyes. She likes to decorate her hair with various ribbons and pins, most of the time she has white roses placed in her hair. Her eyes are innocent orbs of sapphire; within them lay the secrets of the cosmos. Her features can’t be placed by origin or race; she has a truly exotic appearance. She is full figured but slender, she appears to have no muscles.
Assiel wears a white, sleeved corset that clasps into place tightly around her neck, waist, and wrists. Extra belts are snapped every few inches along the length of her arms and the width of her stomach. There is an opening in front of the corset that allows a small area of her chest to be seen. This isn’t for any perverted reasons, Solar Aeons individually located marks upon them. Assiel’s mark happens to be on her chest, close to her throat; the mark changes depending upon the solar cycle. Her corset has an attached cloak that flows a few inches onto the ground, almost like a wedding dress. She is able to detach and reattach the cloak when she wishes. Assiel wears knee high combat boots the color of porcelain.
Lastly; Assiel has ten wings made from astral energies, they are emit radiation and if humans touch them, they may perish. Her wings appear to be clear; if you gaze through them it is almost like peering through a veil, there is a light bluish hue to them at certain times. Since the material of her wings is summoned from her own celestial energies she is able to disperse them for extra power or convenience.
Assiel
Bio: Assiel has no long and elaborate story with turmoil and despair. She was created for one purpose and that is to maintain the balance and order of the universe. Her forefathers and mothers created her from within themselves. The siblings of her generation are tasked with guarding various galaxies. Assiel was awarded this galaxy, named Galaxy Estral. Upon being assigned to this galaxy her powers were forced to morph to suit the solar cycles of the realm. As a result her abilities are greatly handicapped. She is the only Aeon within this reality; if more than one existed here the consequences could be dire.
Powers/Other: Assiel naturally has the ability of holy and spirit. She is able to repair damage to ones soul as well as resurrect others but all of this comes at a cost. For example: if she is dying she may resurrect herself however she will be unable to use her abilities for a long period of time and if her enemies choose to slay her again she will not have the astral energy to maintain her presence in this realm. The only way to restore her energies is to go to holy ground.
Assiel’s powers are incredibly complicated but simple once you get the hang of it. Her powers correspond with the planets and stars. Depending upon the cycle she has the potential to be one of the strongest warriors or the weakest warrior. This is the handicap mentioned earlier. Upon her chest is the mark of the solar Aeons, it changes to correspond with the current solar cycle.
During the cycles of the Sol and Luna she obtains farsight, which allows her to see into other plains of existence as well disturbances within the energies of her current realm. Her will, feelings, reason, and emotions are all heightened during this state as well. The only drawback is that her actual sight suffers for this period.
During the cycle Mercurius she obtains the ability to manipulate fire and her intellect increase dramatically, making her a very reliable strategist. The con for this is that she loses her ability to speak.
During the cycle Venus she obtains the power of wind and once she is near her true love her regular angelic abilities increase. However in this state if her lover dies she will perish as well.
The cycle of Terra is the period of balance, in this state she has no magnified abilities…she is an average angel and she cannot summon her wings.
Within the period of Mars her energies increase as well as her passion. In this state she is more likely to confess how she feels to someone; good or bad. She has no increase in powers or changes but her endurance to fight is enhanced, this enables her to fight well past her normal limits.
Iuppiter causes her to gain the abilities of lightning. Within this time frame she is more likely to bare children.
During the cycle of Saturn her sense of justice is increased and she is more detached from her feelings. She is in a state of elimination and will destroy herself before give up in a fight.
The final state is Pleutto; she is still in a state of justified destruction towards her enemies however she regains her compassion and remorse. The ability of ice is granted to her.
Anytime she uses her abilities she loses precious astral energy from her natural reserves. Once she runs out of astral energy she will be unable to maintain her form in this reality and simply cease to exist. After combat she must go to a holy place and pray to The One for the restoration of her reserves, the energy could take hours to reach her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:23 pm
Name: Lilith Eventide
Age: 2034
Gender: Female
Species: Astran Vampire
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 150
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Lilith is completely loyal to Arrea. She does not wavier in her duties to the empress. She is quiet and only speaks whenever asked to. She is always in the shadows, hidden from the outside world. She watches Arrea and guards her with her life.
Elements: Shadow
Weapons A twin set of kodaichi. They are plain black with no design. She wears them strapped to her lower back for quick and easy access.
Occupation: Assistant
Abilities/Powers: Lilith is a shadow wielder, which opens up a world of possibilities for her. She is excellent whenever it comes to espionage and stealth. She has a wide knowledge of weapons, people, and locations. She made friends if very high places and can achieve mostly anything Arrea requires of her. She can hide in plain sight and conceal her energy and scent. She is almost completely undetectable, the only thing she is unable to hide is her aura. This makes her vulnerable to sages.
Bio: Lilith is unsure of how she came into existence or how old she really is. She awoke one day next to a woman. After some fighting and struggling the girl had been able to calm her down. It had been Arrea and she spoke of how she had been transported to Earth from another realm. She hadn't spoken of much more than that but she assumed that Lilith had been brought there with her, maybe not from the same realm but she was convinced it had to be fate. Lilith and Arrea remained close, they did part for some time. Arrea wanted to be social and join a convent but Lilith had always been the more solitary one. Lilith had gotten into a bit of trouble at some point and sensing her distress, Arrea had arrived and made sort work of her attackers. Lilith had been spared and enlisted herself into Arrea's services. Needless to say she followed her here to the underground.
Appearance: Lilith has long blonde hair that travels to the back of her knees. Her bangs are grown out and brushed to the side, revealing her face entirely. She has childish features; a round face with big brown eyes that seem so innocent. She is dressed entirely in black, skin tight attire. Straps cover her chest and waist in random places and a short skirt is pulled low on her hips.She has bicep length gloves with an intricate lace pattern. Her boots stop a little below her knees, there's intricate designs on the back that symbolize protection. Several dark red gems are encrusted into the thick material. These gems were given to her from Arrea, they house several powerful souls. She also has knee guards made from the same material, fangs from a lycan she defeated were fashioned into it. She has a large span of black wings, they stretch for at least 10 feet from her back. Whenever the feathers fall out she adds them to the straps of her clothes. Currently she has a choker and arm straps that have been coated with them.
Lilith
Extra Information:She shares a telepathic link with Arrea.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Laya Lossëhelin
Age: 86, she is relativity young for an elf.
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Height: 5'3''
Weight: 115
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Laya tends to stay quite and keep to herself. If a matter she feels strongly about rises in a conversation or conflict, she will speak up or act without hesitation. She is relatively happy for the most part. She is extremely serious and isn't too kind to those she doesn't know. She will not talk to a stranger, if so she says one sentence at the most. She likes to analyze and deciphered a person before carrying on a conversation with them. She enjoys studying and learning new things about the world around her. She has a passion for nature.
Elements: Healing, protection, and elemental spells. Laya has only mastered water. All the others elements she is working to better herself at. So far earth is coming closest to being finished next. She is able to heal minor wounds with no affect to herself, but larger wounds take energy from her. She can summon barriers to protect herself or someone else from an attack, she can protect a group of people all at once, but this requires vast amounts of energy. Laya can do almost anything with water. However her ability earth is limited.
Weapons: Two stainless steel short swords. They were made by her father and given to her mother as an anniversary present. The bow and swords had been enchanted to never miss there mark and increase the skills of any warrior with the blood of Vergil.The army that invaded her village and killed her family stole them, she grabbed them on her escape not realizing what they were. Laya also grabbed a bow and arrows. She now keeps the weapons with her at all times as a constant reminder of her past.
Occupation: Archer, Hunter
Abilities: Extremely in-tune with nature. She can hear exceptionally well, from at least 2 miles. Her sight is just as well. Laya is light on her feet, almost silent when tracking through the woods. She has major endurance for physical activity, however when it comes to fighting she is challenged greatly.
Bio: Laya was born in a land far from this one. There had been a great war between people of all kinds. She was born twenty years after the war between the alliances, however there were those who still wanted to hold the power of the lands. Those with lesser power took sides with either the Rebels, the Government, or remained Neutral.
Her mother was a beautiful elf, her name was Rose. She was skilled in the ways of Archery and she was an excellent melee user when it came to short swords . She would often take Laya out practicing. Her father, called Vergil, was a master of magic, mainly in elemental properties. He would teach Laya different forms of spells, hoping she would follow in his legacy.
She was pressured by him to grow up faster than the other children around their homes. So her childhood was short lived. Laya would be forced to stay inside and study all the forms of magic available to elves. Vergil would take her into the woods and make her perform what she had learned until it was done right. She sometimes was up early in the morning typing to perfect it. She was also expected to be beautiful like her mother and to master both of her parents abilities to bring her family honor in the eyes of everyone.
Laya's mother had requested her to go out on a hunt and bring back a deer for their dinner that night. Ghaleon's army raided her village. Setting fires and plundering whatever they chose to take. Laya's father and mother, along with all the other elves who were skilled in any form of combat, went to fight them off. The army was too large and they were all murdered. Laya saw the fires rising from her village and ran to see what was wrong. The army kidnapped her and gave her to their head officer. The officer took her as a slave and brought her back to their kingdom.
For fifteen years the officer tortured her. He sliced two deep marks into her shoulders, marking her as his. He also would tie her down and cut small marks on her arms and legs, using her as the ultimate aphrodisiac for his own sexual pleasure. Laya woke up one night to discover the few slaves they had were revolting against the kingdom. She had heard of the revolt, but never thought the slaves would go through with it. Her cage had been broken in all the fighting and amidst the confusion she grabbed a bow and arrows, and two shot swords. She didn't know at the moment that they were the very weapons that Vergil had made for Rose as an anniversary present, then had been stolen in the raid long ago. The bow and swords had been enchanted to never miss there mark and increase the skills of any warrior with the blood of Vergil. Laya fought off of the army, using a her new found strength. She lead the remaining twenty slaves into the lands of her elven people, she helped build them homes and taught them the ways of nature.
News was then brought to Laya from her scout one day, there was a Dragon Rider. He had seen her in a local city while gathering supplies. She was intrigued by this and left the village, feeling they could prosper on their own. She went in search of the Rider named Valory. She met her and then was given an offer for an incredible journey. Laya accepted and now is full filling her destiny, unaware of the danger ahead.
Appearance: Long blue hair that goes halfway down her back. Pale skin with scars on both her shoulders from being held prisoner and scars along her arms and legs. Light blue eyes that look into your soul.
Eyes: Her eyes...she has spent many a nights peering into them, trying to find a bases for her being. Something that makes her a concrete image in this world. While others have happiness, anger, jealousy, or anther emotion, you see nothing when you gaze into her eyes. The pupil within her eye is either large enough to make it appear as if it is completely black, a microscopic ring of smokey blue surrounding it. The black circle can also be so small it seems she doesn't have one, just white clouds swirling around an orb of sapphire. The iris shifts from a foggy haze of light blue to dark, sea spray sapphire, depending on her moods. The blue is speckled with tints of dark red. In the small splashes of fire in her eyes you are able to see reflections of her past, the pain she went through as a slave, and the bodies of her dead parents. Her thoughts aren't a safe place to be and she knows it, she tries to avoid eye contact with humans, who would surly go mad from a simple gaze.
Hair: Thick waves of light blue roll over her shoulders and down her back,resting halfway. Rose's hair was a deep, sea blue. Her hair is fairly lighter than that, but you'd have to look closer to tell a difference. Long bangs hang over her eyes, shadowing them from all the world to see, for fear a mortal might look into them. The light reflects off her hair, making it appear as if a tiny layer of vapors halos around it. This is also a trait she inherits from her mother. Her hair has never been cut, yet it remains at its current length. Laya never cuts it into layers or styles it in a specific way. She lets it hang freely down her back. Her whole life she was pressured to grow up and be beautiful like her mother was and her mother never cut her hair. Laya seems to be her double with it brushed in a similar manner. Her hair has always grown straight, it has no bouncy waves or curls. Her mothers was a bit more lively, but her father's hair was flat to his head and face. She gets her hair type from him.
Body Build/Details: She has a slim form, as most elves do. Her skin is fair. Her body temperature is warm, giving her flesh a white and red pigment. She has a full figured body, gaining that from her mother. The clothing she wears shows off her thin legs and the dress revels the toned shape of her arms. Her hands are worn from practicing with her bows and swords. She never rests, even when rivals aren't close at hand. She can't afford to slip up in a fight. Those who know her, which are very few, respect that she doesn't like to speak much, but practice to gain revenge on her family one day. She stands 5'3'', relatively short for a woman. Her waist is small and has hardly any muscle. She is considered scrawny in most cases. Her father's tall form helps alot, giving her strong shoulders, she appears to be a threatening foe to those of any intelligence. Most enemies tower over her, so she is under estimated alot, but as the saying goes. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Her face is emotionless and cold most of the time, in deep taught of a situation around her or in her past, wanting revenge on those who murdered her mother and father. She can have a soft appearance when she is showing sympathy or remembering her past, holding onto the hurt. Her eyes show a distant world though. Laya also has an emotional side, where she blushes alot. Giving her small cheeks deep scarlet shades. No one dares to look her directly into her gaze, especially humans. Elves of high magic and intelligence are the only ones capable of doing it. Her nose isn't a large one, it is small. Whenever she was little someone broke it, so it's a little crocked, though no one notices except her. Her cheek bones are high, making her face seem slender and skinny. Her mind is a tortured and mangled place. Her neck is average length, a faint mark across her wind pipe, from yet another night as a slave. The memories and pain still mixed in with the scar, a haunting voice of the owner she once had still lingers in her ears.
Deep wounds were carved into both her shoulders to mark her as a slave, they left horrible scars of disfigured flesh. She still remembers the pain from that night every time she sees her reflection. Tears are almost brought to life in her eyes, almost. She bottles up the memories and moves on. Her past will always remain her past. Laya has muscles in her arms from shooting arrows at her enemies and hunting food for the people she watches over and protects. Her legs are more firm then toned from running after pray and many nights on watch out, chasing down enemies to keep the village of slaves a secret location.
Clothes/Armor: Laya normally wears one of the many different styles of elven traveling clothes. This outfit consists of a simple, strapless, white dress with a short skirt. Blue hour glass figures were decorated into the bright white fabric, days of her mothers hard work made the dress a true perfection. Rose and Vergil presented it to her on her birthday. Over this wears a small cloak, the edges pricked with a thin line of deep blue, like piece of clothing. It is in a triangular shape, coming down to a large teal bead and a white tassel. This soft cloak of pale white is the same in both front and back, the front has a low neck, showing the top of the dress. The light green bead in front hangs down just past her belly-button, the one in back hanging evenly with the one in front, hanging in her lower back. From the top of the back of her dress extends a bleach cloak with a sapphire trim, resting on her rounded shoulders, covering the back of her legs it comes down to her ankles. Laya also has a silver elven pendant around her neck, tied onto a thin strip of leather the gentle glowing orb was given to her by her father, an enchanted artifact that lights up into a swirling vortex of colors whenever danger is near. She also has a braided brown bracelet around her right wrist, she made it with some of the skills her mother had taught her when she was a child. It is also a sweet memory of happier times.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 2:18 pm
 Username: Arrea Delano RPC Name: Tara the Terror Age: Most people assume Tara is 23 but they would be wrong in that assumption. Race: Cursed Immortal Faction: Bandits Rank: Bandit Leader Profession: Tara is a very skilled cook, at least for a bandit. She could prepare magnificent feasts for every occasion but finds the resources in the camp to be a bit lacking. She is also a brawler, she enjoys to fist fight. She thinks it determines how strong an individual's will to survive is. Bio: Tara was born into nobility. Her mother and father treated her well and she loved to play with her sister. Bandits raided the town one night and stole Tara, they brought her back to the compound in hopes of obtaining ransom money. The next morning her sister was pronounced the next voice of "The One," her family didn't want Tara back after that. It was some time before they even noticed she had been stolen. The bandits kept her as a slave. They forced her to cook, clean, and perform questionable acts even at such a young age. Tara didn't break down and cry, she began to plot revenge. She had two close friends that she spent as much time as possible with. Dante and Emma were both slaves and had shown up around the same time she had, they were both older than her though. Emma had just turned 18 and the call for her audience with the bandit leader came.The bandits had a policy to kill slaves whenever they reached the age of adulthood. They didn't want them around to backstab them. The leader had his way with Emma and there was nothing Tara could do. She waited until he fell asleep whenever he had finished, she was to be executed on the gallows the next morning. Tara had snuck in his room with a small kitchen knife, she used it to slit his throat while he slept. Thousands of men had tried to kill this barbarian but only a woman seemed to be capable of it. Killing the leader meant that you took his place. She emerged from his chambers with the title. From slave to feared ruler of the bandits, it was quite the transformation. Tara successfully brought the bandits wealth, taking them on multiple raids and having them patrol the roads in the Brightwood forest. Most of the leaders hadn't been intelligent and caused the bandits to suffer at the expense of their idiocy. Tara lead them on a raid to an elven village one day. She attacked the elders and tried to steal their treasures. Before one of them passed away they sliced her eye with an enchanted blade, using her blood to place a curse on her. Tara stopped aging at 23 but is forced to wear a patch over her eye. The color of her iris is unnatural and distorted, it holds magical properties. Whenever she looks someone in the eyes it paralyzes them. She very rarely reveals that power. Appearance: Tara the TerrorPowers/Other: Whenever she was a slave she made friends with a boy named Dante. He was her close ally and they relied on each other to survive most days. Whenever she became the ruler she freed him from his chains and made him her second in command. Emma was freed as well but rather than stay she left to make a new life for herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 2:22 pm
Name:Cleopatra Nicknames Gained: Cleo Age: 24 Gender: Female Species: Shifter Height: 5'6'' Weight: 120 Marital Status: Single Attitude:Cleo is arrogant and sarcastic, she enjoys laughing at her own jokes. She believes she's very attractive and she enjoys exploring that sexuality with men and females. She enjoys relaxing and drinking milkshakes and she'll pout if she can't have one. Elements: She is unable to use magic, it is a rare blessing if a shifter can. Weapons Cleo doesn't need human weapons. Shifters are born with weapons that help them survive. She has her claws and fangs if anyone disagrees with her. Occupation: Cleo will patrol and guard the territory of her shifter clan. She will silently kill an enemy if she is able but if she is overpowered she will turn tail and run to get more help. Abilities/Powers: Cleo is able to shift at any time but because she is so young her shifting abilities are limited. She is only capable of changing into one form and that is a panther. Panthers have powerful jaws and muscles as well as camouflage for nocturnal attacks. She will pounce on her prey and clamp her jaws down on the back of it's neck until it dies. Bio: Cleo isn't a ruffian or a criminal by any means. She was living in a decent sized clan and was enjoying life. Perhaps she enjoyed it a bit too much. Many for miles around admired her beauty and she took advantage of that on many occasions. She slept with men and women, sometimes several a night. She could be described as a slut but she prefers to think of herself in a more flattering light. Maybe she just has a problem, she can't help it if she's addicted to something that feels pleasurable. She slept with the leader of her clan and was chased out by his wife. Appearance:  Panther
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