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Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2005 19:00:47 GMT -5
Let everyone get more acquainted with your character. Here you can post your primary character's profile.
Put whatever you wish to share about your 'special somebody'.
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Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2005 19:21:37 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] Pollynda [glow=red,2,300]Age when reborn:[/glow] 17 [glow=red,2,300]Current Age:[/glow] 40 [glow=red,2,300]Genre of Vampire:[/glow]Sanguinarian
[glow=red,2,300]Personal Information:[/glow] Pollynda was born the only child of a wealthy businessman and his socialite trophy wife. There was no love in the family. Pollynda was primarily raised by her Nanny (an old lady with a sour disposition). Maybe because of her upbringing she became such a self-destructive young woman. In the early 1980’s, at the tender age of 17, the fates sent Pollynda further down the spiral toward the end of her life-line. While out partying one night with friends she met some unscrupulous characters. After two months with her new “friends” she had learned all their strengths and most of their weaknesses. The stuff of nightmares made real. They offered her the choice to be like them—forever. She accepted, not having anything better to do with her life. Her self-destructive tendencies rising to the occasion. A few years later (she had spilt with her “friends” after she was made), sitting in the local theatre watching THE LOST BOYS, she couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the movie and her own situation.
Now 20-something years later she’s a familiar face among the local Goth scene. She gives into her vampiric nature often, and feels no regret when she does. She is supreme to mere mortals although she suspects her immortality won’t last.
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Post by Silver on Sept 22, 2005 21:55:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow]Justin Wolf [glow=red,2,300]Age when reborn:[/glow]21 [glow=red,2,300]Current Age:[/glow]31 [glow=red,2,300]Genre of Vampire:[/glow]Sanguinarian/Bisclavret
[glow=red,2,300]Personal Information:[/glow] Justin Wolf's entire life has been filled with bad-luck. His after-life is just hell. Before he died his life was messed up with relatively normal stuff: school, family, trying to pay for his car... all that fun stuff. Life seemed to get better for him when he was forced to move to a new city when his dad got a new job. There he met her: Jédsyme. She made his life fun, gave him a reason to put up with the shit constantly thrown at him. They'd been together two years when something... interesting happened. They were out walking through the animal preserve near Jédsyme's house when they came upon a wolf. He had been lying in a clearing, panting heavily as though he had just finished a race.
Jédsyme had wanted to approach the large canine, but the moment she had moved towards it Justin had hauled her back, but too late; the green, glazed eyes had caught the movement. They watched their prey with deadly intent... Jédsyme didn't have a chance. Her throat was in pieces within a matter of seconds, blood soaking her black t-shirt until it molded to the form of her limp body. Justin had lunged between the wolf and his prey, only to end up with a gash along his arm from elongated teeth. He had been forced back with about as much force as a freight train might use.
He had been able to watch stunned from the sidelines as his girlfriend was shredded. His eyes had obtained a cold look the moment Jédsyme's heart had stopped its erratic beating. He stood shakily and began to move to ward the wolf. He was a tall guy of about 6'2", his body muscled from hard labour at his construction job. When angry he was a force to be reckoned with. The wolf didn't seem to think much of him. It bounded from its position beside the corpse and toward its newer, livelier prey. Justin felt the weight like a sledge-hammer to his ribs as the wolf slammed into his chest.
His throat mirrored his beloved's before the wolf pulled back. Justin's heart struggled to keep blood flowing through the rest of his veins as his eyesight began to fade to black. The wolf sat back on its haunches and blinked at him, a big dog-like grin on its face. Suddenly he stood, its tail sliding beneath its belly. Without a thought for its prey that was barely alive, it bounded into the trees.
That is how Justin was found by Aidriana. She saved him in a way, giving him an immortal gift he would loathe for the rest of his unnatural life. But that's the way fate plays its games: fucking you one way, and then saving you to totally screw you around again.
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Post by Dark on Nov 3, 2005 22:10:49 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] Dark
[glow=red,2,300]Age when Reborn:[/glow]20
[glow=red,2,300]Current Age:[/glow]Unknown
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow]Male
[glow=red,2,300]Genre of Vampire: [/glow]Mortal/Lycanthrope/Sang/Psy
[glow=red,2,300]Personal Information:[/glow] Dark is a mysterious man, cloaked in the darkness of the night. Part human, part werewolf, and part vampire, Dark has the advantages of all, but also has the fall backs. Murdering his so called family when only five, he lived his life in denile and never knew exactly who he was or even what he was until the age of twenty when everything came into light. He had been the only child of a dreadful experiment of the immortals and as such had the thirst for blood. Having in his possession two swords with powerful stones to stop him from such urges, he was considered mostly human until the day that the swords were taken from him. Finding out the truth of his origins shocked even the likes of him, and on that day he vowed to hunt and kill any vampire or werewolf alike who had been involved.
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DolorNoir
Archfiend
4am knows all my secrets
Posts: 1,560
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Post by DolorNoir on Jan 9, 2006 21:10:38 GMT -5
Name: Micheal
Age When Reborn: 28
Current Age: 900+
Genre of Vampire: sang/a little psych
Personal Information: Simply gorgeous bright electric green eyes, shoulder-length blond hair, average guy height, small nose, pale skin, soft lips, lightly but nicely muscled body. Micheal was made against his will as a healthy young man living in medieval Wales. He lived in a small village and was a struggling artist. He would sneak into art schools and steal supplies, and then only use them very sparingly. He was deeply in love with a beautiful woman named Arwydd with whom he lived. His family had all died off from disease and she an orphan. He and Arwydd were very poor. They got by because Arwydd was a poorly paid and overworked seamstress, and Micheal would sometimes do odd jobs (like assisting neighboring farmers during the harvest) for food. They were too poor to get married but they were still happy with each other. Since the neighbors were also poor, they didn't really mind that Micheal and Arwydd weren't married; they understood the situation and were fairly pleasant people. When Micheal was made he tried to run off and find Arwydd again, so to restrain him from doing this his master chained him up to the walls of a dungeon for many months. In defiance Micheal refused to accept the victims he was offered. He knew that if he was really dieing his master would unshackle him and he might be able to escape. He was right. But it was too late. Another man had taken Arwydd in Micheals' absense, a mean grouch who refused to be kind to her. She was crushed (mentally and almost physically). When he finally found her again, she said she loved him, that seeing him again was all she wanted to do before death. And so, he took her blood; he granted her last wish. Ah,yes. Another vampiric tale of tragedy; another fallen angel with pain in his eyes, ice in his heart, and blood on his lips. He is not full of black sorrow (dolor noir) however. No, he walks the street in an upbeat mood. Not worrying or being sad or lonely because he knows one day everything will be all right again (the secret of the universe). For the meantime though he finds himself to always be cold, like his heart were made of ice; a most wretched physical feeling that after a while can be a real downer (psychologically). Only two things relieve him of this coldness, both of which requiring fresh, young mortal women whom he easily entrances (with a dazzling smile and wide electric eyes). He can do very simple tasks with his mind (make a wet towel dry, lock a door, tip a glass of water, etc.). But he has to be looking directly at what he wants to do, it won't work if he isn't seeing what he's doing. He was able to do this only a little as a mortal. When he was made, the ability was greatly amplified and much more defined, and he had the patience to try to improve. So as he passes through the countries, always going for long walks in the night as he enjoys this ineffective exercise, he is often far off in his intangible reverie, thinking of times long ago.
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Post by irabbit on Sept 4, 2006 1:01:07 GMT -5
Name: Mr. (Thomas) Black Age when reborn:17 Current Age:22 Genre of Vampire:Sanguinarian/Psy, but he's not really quick enough to understand the latter... So he's just a schizophrenic blood-drinker.
Personal Information: Thomas is still newborn to this grand new way of looking at (and tasting) things, but he understands the lust just as well as he did when he was still kicking. He grew up in a big city filled with lights and dreams, but fell short of the glamour, finding himself instantly sucked into the dark and dirty scene of crooks and hookers in order to pay for his addictive personality. His smile was crooked and so was his game, his thin hands as quick and quiet as his hushed voice as he peaked in a methamphetamine high. If gangsters, guns and jib-bugs couldn't scare him: nothing could. He was high on himself and almost every other mind-altering substance known to man, and working it well. At this rate he could feed himself his mass daily in little pills. Every day was the last party of the summer and the longest, deepest sleep he'd ever had without ever shutting his eyes. Life was, quite literally, a lucid dream.
That was, until karma came knocking at his door.
Lank and willowy, the figure was little more then a shady reminiscent of something that was once human. Its skin was whitest white and its eyes were blackest black, with red lips that curved into a charming smile. It offered him the chance of a lifetime, a life off of the streets, spent with it in its beautiful mansion with cake and cocaine for breakfast. It said, in that soothing, deep and omniscient voice it had, that it wanted his child-likeness simply for company, as it had missed its childhood quite the same way.
Thomas, being stupid and impulsive, quickly accepted. It was not one night until it took him and turned him into his spoiled little Brat Prince. He cared for nothing besides this rigorous high-life, with marble floors and masquerade balls. He feared nothing because his keeper kept the rest of the city. He drank from the purest throats and touched no skin short of feather-soft. He spoke little and smiled that charming smile that Ross had given him.
Then one day he woke up in silence, with everything and everyone still there for him but the one thing he trusted. He kept himself there as his thoughts diminished. He knew nothing of how to take care of himself and was rich with pleasure and poor with his mind. His skin turned from a glowing colour of gold to a sickly grey, and his eyes lost all life. He had gone completely mad, even with the help of his party attendees... there where whispers.
He still lives there in his mansion in New York, with power rotting in his mind that he cannot use, lost in the years and hearing voices that he can't see belong in someone else's head. He does leave his home occassionally, but if only to hand out his card. Why would anyone ever resist such a genuine oppertunity to party with socialites?
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Post by bloodangel666 on Oct 30, 2006 18:57:21 GMT -5
Name: Alexander Current age: 1590 Age Turned: 24 Gender Of vampire: Fallen Angel
Turned at the age 24, Alexander quickly learned that he was no ordinary vampire, with all the charm and grace of the ancients. His heart belonged to one woman however. His beloved Kalandra, his love in life and his master, who was made 3 years prier. Alexander's love knew no bounds and even accepted Kalandra loving a wolf named Davie. Alexander sacrificed himself to save Davie's mortal sister Kat, but sadly failed and came back as a warrior Angel.Together, Kalandra, Davie and Alexander had 3 children, of the flesh, of the night and of the moon. Alexander's love turned to hate, as his only daughter was murdered and Kalandra's love for Davie grew so strong, she left to avoid hurting them both. It was too late for Alexander, as his heart shattered. Davie was the only friend he had left, but jelously bested him and they began a battle. Davie sacrificed himself to save Alexander. With none to turn to and being feared in both the hidden and human world, Alexander became inraged. His cool calm smile and handsome features became cold with hate, his heart stone. His mouth always twisted into a cruel sadistic smile as he hunts humans, vampires and werewolves alike, torchering, and killing them slowly until nothing is left. His large build makes taking down prey almost too easily, but his love for Kalandra burns ever brighter awaiting the day she returns, even if it is to punish him for all that he has done.
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Post by egg on Dec 15, 2006 5:34:52 GMT -5
Name: Karnage Age when reborn: 19 Current Age: 1997 Genre of Vampire: Unknown Appearance:
Karnage has an appearance unmatched by any other; his hair is the colour of the darkest blue in the deepest ocean. He says his hair changed when he became a telekinesis master. His eyes can only be explained by saying, Storm Clouds, for they have no iris or pupil, they are only grey. But not a solid grey, they have many different shades that flow around, looking deeply into them is like staring into a storm cloud, very relaxing, yet threatening and eerie, and always shifting and changing. This he says happened when he became unmatched in the art of telepathy. Beyond these attributes he is a typical looking man, a good build, not bulky but still muscular, he stands about 5’ 10”, has a clean shaven face and is a proper gentleman to those who are deserving.
Personal Information:
In 8AD as a young and hopeful boy, just come to age, he thought to find glory in the army and quickly signed up. After serving for a year and barely moving rank, he found himself in, what we now know as Germany, and under new leadership. Their new Governor, Quintilius Varus, ordered them to spread out among the country and help those in need. Not long after they were spread so thin, they were suddenly surrounded by barbarians and destroyed almost to a man. Karnage, being one of two in a house two blocks from their post, was bleeding from a wound between his ribs, put their by a barbarians brutal swing with an axe. He could hardly see straight. His supposed comrade was no help; all he could do was whine and whimper in the corner. In fact it was his crying that caught the attention of an awfully strange man. The man came into the house looked first at Karnage, then his comrade, “It is safe now. Go down the street four blocks, turn right into the alley and take the first door on the left. NOW!!! GO!!!” Karnage tried to get up but the man put his hand lightly on his shoulder. “I’ll be fine, I just need a safe place to hide out for a bit.” Karnage mumbled through the blood in his throat. The man shook his head slow, “No, you are too weak, you stay here with me”, he turned his attention to the other man, “Go quickly now, don’t make a sound, or it will be your life.” With that the man scurried out the door as quietly as he could. “And what of me?” Karnage asked the man that was his only hope. “For you, I offer death, and then another life.” Before Karnage could even think they man sprang forth at him, and latched to his neck. What happened then Karnage doesn’t know. All he can remember is excruciating pain, and a lot of blackness. When he finally awoke he was somewhere else, where? He did not know, but he did know he wasn’t alone. Though he knew it was pitch black he could still see, and a different sense was there as well, but he did not yet understand it. As he looked around the room, and felt around with this new sense, he felt the presence of something behind him. He quickly jumped to his right and turned, while reaching for his sword, only to find it was no longer there. Not that he had needed it for he soon realised the object he sensed was dead. As he went closer to inspect he saw that it was his fellow soldier from that abandoned house. He looked odd though, not just dead, but as if drained. ‘This is strange’, he thought, ‘but I suppose it means I’m not in a friendly place’ After searching for ten minutes he had finally found the door and made for the handle, as his hand touched it he was violently ripped from it and tossed across the room. ‘What the…I felt no touch, but yet I went flying, how is that possible?’ As if to answer his question the strange man landed in the middle of the room, and as his feet hit the floor, oil lanterns sprout out bright red flames. “I have chosen you my son, you are to be my pupil” he told Karnage. “You can teach me about this new sense I have” “That and much more…”
After that moment Karnage spent a great many centuries training with the man, whom he called Sir, and mastered a great many abilities. From battling with two daggers, to telepathy and telekinesis.
When all his training was finally over he traveled with Sir for another century until finally venturing out on his own. Once on his own he jumped all over the known world, not staying anywhere for long, nor making friends with many. He became a loner, a happy loner, but a loner none the less. After a time he found himself bored with the land he was on and decided to go to this “new world” that people kept talking about. Once there he was first one with nature, living in the forest, leaving only to find a meal. And then as populations grew and technology got more advanced he found himself in a big city full of lights and wonders.
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Post by EGGs Character on Dec 23, 2006 0:02:49 GMT -5
Name: Cara Age When Died: 24 Age As The Undead: 138 About Cara: Cara is about 5’4” with black hair and metallic blue eyes. She was always considered one of the “good looking girls” and for that reason attracted assholes. She didn’t mind though, she appreciated the attention. She was never the smartest one in her class, but she rarely dropped below average, though everyone slips once in a while. Something about her making: Cara was a simple San Francisco girl; she went to the clubs and looked for a man. She had dated many, but she never found “the right one”, as she called him. She was very loyal to her family; she loved her mother and father, but had no sisters or brothers. At home, in her small apartment above a drug store, she lived alone with her cat, Mr. Tinkles. On October 21st, after another failed night at one of her regular clubs, she began the short walk home, it was only a few blocks and she had done it a thousand times. She would never expect what happened next. She turned into the alley towards the stairs to her apartment. As soon as her foot touched the first step, she was viciously thrown against the wall, but she had felt no touch from any one behind her. As she staggered to her feet she shrugged it off as drinking too much, so she tried again. This time she felt the being grab her, it tugged her off the steps and viciously latched to her neck. She screamed in agony for hours before she was blessed with the peace of unconsciousness. She awoke to a horrible shudder. She looked all around and saw that the clock read 7:53am. “What’s going on?? How did I get here? What’s happening?” She screamed to no one. After an agonizing minute the vibrations finally stopped. She realized that she was different, but she didn’t know how yet. As she began to wander to the now shattered window, she stepped into the light, and her foot burst into a fiery pain. She recoiled, and tried again, and again. After a long while of trying this she finally discovered she was unable to go into the light, no one said she was smart . For many years she played with all her new talents, and decided she was a telekinetic vampire. “Not bad,” she thought to her self, “perhaps now I should leave my destroyed home…I’m hungry, I guess that means I have to eat people. O well, you are who you are.” She decided that since she was stronger then most, she could wear what she wanted, she chose leather, tight fitting leather. With that she set out, and began her new vamparic life.
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Post by starlessnight on Jul 31, 2007 22:59:56 GMT -5
Deceased Name: Romeo Comely
Age when reborn:17
Current Age:111
Eye Colour: Varies between blue and green depending on the light.
Hair Colour: Black and Blonde (born with a genetic defect allowing two colours to show through in his hair.)
Body Type: Toned
Genre of Vampire: Sanguinarian
History: Romeo was born in 1896 to two loving American parents. His mother was heavily into literature and was inspired to name her son by Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'. His father was a hard working man who was rarely home. Romeo was no stranger to hardship growing up in a lower middle class home during a rough time in America's history. When he was 15 the threat of a great war over in the east became apparent. His parents knew that it wouldn't be long before America joined in and would be looking for young, healthy, able men to serve in the armed forces. Though the American government had made up its mind to stay neutral and isolated. To escape this fate and in hopes that the Comely name would live on and not die on a foreign battle field, Daine and Artemis (Romeo's parents) sent him off to live with relatives in Canada where they were sure no draft would be placed to force young men into combat. Once in Canada Romeo led a fairly simple, hardworking life. His Aunt and Uncle owned a fairly large farm and he was expected to help his Uncle with the work. After two years of that a month after his 17th birthday he received a letter from his parents stating that America didn't seem to be off to war after all though those feelings were still a tiny bit shaky. Unfortunately he would never make it home. On his way back to America he met another traveller, a young man by the name of Jarlaxel. To Romeo, who easily made friends with this seemingly trustworthy travel companion, Jarlaxel seemed much older than he was admitting. He claimed he was 24 but every thing about him screamed medievil Europe. One night on the road, Jarl suggested that they camp out instead of wasting money on a place to stay. Romeo had always loved the outdoors and so he offered no resistance. The moon was full, the sky clear, and the night warm. This was a good thing since the two companions were not equipped for a camp out. As they sat and shared stories their surroundings grew increasingly dark, Jarlaxel seemed perfectly at ease but Romeo's vision was limited by the ebony surroundings causing him concern. The concern heightened when Jarlaxel made a sudden move toward him pinning him to the ground easily. Though he was strong for his age due to all the heavy farm work the older man held him firmly and thirstily dug his teeth into Romie's neck. The next thing Romeo saw was the sun. He was laying exactly where he remembered being the night before. He sat up slowly, wondering if it was simply a dream. It wasn't, his blood stained the ground and Jarlaxel was nowhere to be seen. He looked down at his hands in horror, where his once tanned skin was there was now pale, grayish skin. He reached up to his neck but could find no wound. He stood completely forgetting what his initial journey was and set out to find his creator. Once he had many years had passed, and the anger at Jarl's betrayal had had a lot of time to fester and grow. When he found Jarl, they had a heated argument leading to a fight. Once Romeo had Jarlaxel up against a wall in the man's home, his creator offered to mentor him. Romeo refused, instead he simply walked away. He still holds resentment for his creator but decided to take a new look on the world and his apparent undead life. Presently he has worked his look to fit in with the goth kids of the big cities finding most of them more artistic and imaginative, like himself...
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Aldarith Myrna
Cadaverous
oh doctor. webe groovin to the black light burns.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Nov 14, 2007 0:09:00 GMT -5
There was a post here, but it's gone now.
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Post by bloodangel666 on Nov 30, 2007 21:50:15 GMT -5
Name: Kalandra J. Laroy
Current Age: 1593
Age when it all started: 19...maybe 18
Species:...........She's death...She's an angel
YES! It's the bitch who made Alexander evil! Although she thought she was doing the right thing when she left him. She also knew it may have horrible concequences if he didn't choose to kill himself. Kala, as she prefers to be called was pretty much a normal girl, with a slightly older, but kind boyfriend named Alex. She was shot one night in an ally way, going home from watching Alex fight in a match. As Alex ran after her killer, a vampire happened by to drain what was left of her, but she fought, biting him in the process and becoming a vampire herself, as she had broken his skin. Kala then set about finding Alex, as she had no memorys, except for only those of him. She turned him a few months after they were reuntited, an evil pair, killing for fun until Alex brought home a pair of humans. They both changed after that. She went crazy when a vampire Slayer killed Alexander, turning into a creature of sadness and vengence. Her friend/ human, Davie, who turned out to be a werewolf, calmed her in just enough time to see Alexander return from the undead as an angel. She fell in love with Davie, struggling to keep it a secret, as she was still madly in love with Alexander. She slept with Davie, ending up pregnant and giving birth to triplets, one of whom she later helped to murder because of the child that her baby had been carrying. A great war broke out in later years, the apocolyps. Many died including Kalandra's maker and almost her son Constintine. In frustration, she called to the heavens, receiving the power to kill her sister (her maker's other fledgling) Aleina. She became death, as Aleina was granted with the power of Dracula, making it so that only death it'self could kill her. After the war, things changed and Alex finally proposed to her after 150 years. She accepted the offer, not realizing how strong her feelings for Davie really were. Kala ran out, leaving Alex at the alter and ran into Davie's arms. She realized she could no longer cause either of them anymore pain, and so she took the offer of becoming the true Death, taking souls to the other side. She was no longer able to comunicate with the living, only if they were near death or she was able to take the soul from the body. This ment that she would no longer be able to be seen or heard by her family. She made the ultimate sacrifice in order to bring peace, but it only brought suffering and bickering amonst them all. Her son Tobias resented her, and Alex went insaine, killing wildly, hoping she would again apear to knock some sence into him as she always had. Kalandra sits watching him, after Davie's death. Pulling out the souls he kills, before they can feel the pain of him dismembering them. She shows the mercy he won't give them, and the comfort of knowing it's all right. She desperatly tries to reach him, to stop the endless madness so that they both can one day walk into the darkness together for all eternity.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 18:19:57 GMT -5
Name: Arsen Age when reborn: Unknown Current age: 21 Theme Songs: (Cause these are fun to do) www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzNtnvNEk4kSo Cold-Crossfade www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONh6A5h281YDown With The Sickness- Disturbed www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGa-laknQ8QBring Me to Life-Evanescence www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhep4pwXjdslet the Bodies Hit The Floor-Drowning Pool(?) Personal info: Arsen has no memory of his past, no memory of who he is. He only has his suppossed "Blood Brother", Clant, who found Arsen when he "woke up". Thats when Arsen first started to retain memory. Arsen's abilities greatly surpass Clant's, although Clant is the older of the two; as far as they can tell. They both believe that Arsen was in the military and had been killed but was brought back. They estimate Arsen age to be somewhere over 2000, but they cant tell. Clant is 3000, and only 14. Arsen and Clant are both trained by Jagger, a master tracker (Whom I don't feel like typing about right now ;D). Shadow MAcabre is one of Arsen's closest's friends- a 500 year old blind werewolf- few have figured out how they became friends or who Shadow managed to live for 500 years. (I'll probably add more later ;D) Arsen: I'll make it smaller if I have to.
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Post by vaximus1 on Dec 7, 2007 19:10:11 GMT -5
Name: Len
Age when reborn: 0
Current age: 102
Genre of vampire: Mine
Personal info:
Happiness never meant anything other than an empty word to Len, having been born with what some might call the curse of the vampire. He would call himself cursed, but for a different reason, his father passed down another genetic mutation that created a horrible monster that he could not control. That same genetic mutation that forced him and his older brother to watch his father kill his mother and then, killed his father. After this he never saw from his brother and was forced to wander for the next 97 years, having his clothes and his two four foot katanas be the only consistent things in his life.
During his wandering anyone he got close to died, so he kept to himself wearing his appearance of a 19 year old human. He generally wore a black over coat with a white colored shirt, Black dress pants with black boots and a black wide brimmed hat. He had one red eye and a green eye (as a result of his genetic mutation) covered by yellow lens sunglasses.
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Post by chloe on Dec 10, 2007 21:33:31 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] .Grigore Niculescu-Findlay
[glow=red,2,300]Nationality:[/glow] .Scottish (mother)/Romanian (father)
[glow=red,2,300]Current Age:[/glow] . 34
[glow=red,2,300]Genre of Vampire:[/glow] .Sanguinarian (though still human, obviously).
[glow=red,2,300]Personal Information:[/glow] .Born as a young lad in Scotland, Grigore was given his father's first and middle name, and his mother's clan name. Raised under the strict values that most seem to have forgotten in this day and age, he will go out of his way to be a gentleman to others - and to impress those he has an eye for. Always looking for new opportunities to show what he's made of, Grigore takes up a variety of intense, physical sports and hobbies; and is always a crowd favorite when he appears at Renaissance festivals. He has one younger brother, James Niculescu, who has cast aside all pride he has for his heritage in order to get what he wants - and it generally centers around women. Unfortunately for Grigore, it's usually he who gets the short end of the stick in romance, (as his brother is quite the charmer). However, he is very determined, and will try anything at least once - if it's done in a positive, goal-worthy way. When he reached the age of twenty-three, he left the highlands of Scotland; and now owns a small villa in Sighisoara, Romania.
[glow=red,2,300]Religion:[/glow] .Pagan (Neo-paganism/Shamanism)
[glow=red,2,300]Favorite Food(s):[/glow] .Tochitura - Meat stew seasoned with onions/spices (Romanian).
[glow=red,2,300]Favorite Drink(s):[/glow] .Tuica - Plum brandy (Romanian) .Spicy-Hot V8 juice
[glow=red,2,300]Hobbies/Sports/Et alia:[/glow] . Belongs to "Journey into Gold", a prestigious traveling guild of men trained in the art of combat with swords. . Likes to rock-climb/hike. . Seldomly drinks, but only in celebration. . Is able to belt out the national romanian anthem at the drop of a hat. . Is a wonderful cook - ask him to bake you something! . Able to forge weapons/runs a small tailor buisness in creating authentic renaissance costumes.
[glow=red,2,300]Favorite Song/Movie/Novel:[/glow] . Movie: The Fountain. . Song: "Wolfen" by E Nomine. . Book: "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov.
[glow=red,2,300]College:[/glow] . Newbattle Abbey College, Scotland (Major: Masters in Architecture/History, Minor: Bachelors in Latin and Communications)
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Post by lunehibou on Dec 26, 2007 16:41:59 GMT -5
Hello people!! I'm Lizzie or lunehibou as my username....um this is my character and I will try to jump in where I can.....even though I am slightly lost about what I should do.....if you can help that will be great but here is my character....
Name: Rosabella Rosean.
Small details: Auburn, wavy, shoulder length hair. green eyes. Tan to fair skin.
Favorite color: white.
Birthday: June 26, 1985.
Age: 22.
Species: Trans figurer.
Likes: The wind, smiles, roses (white/red), silence, her uncle (Rylen).
Dislikes: Death, using her powers, show-offs.
Love interest: Has none at this time.
Powers: Transfiguration, wind/ice/water power and some time travel...the tiniest amount though.
Attire: blue dress with white coat, and white shoes.
Personal Information: Many people believe she is mute, but if you get to know her you will know that the only reason she is quiet is because she loves silence. After her mother died she believed that the only way to be near her is to sit in silence and listen to the wind. She hates death because of her mother and now that she lives with her uncle she doesn’t speak much.
Everyone in her uncle’s village believes that she is possessed but that isn’t true. Neither is the idea that she loves having her powers. To her it is just a burden.
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Post by Silver on Dec 29, 2007 21:04:46 GMT -5
Name: Christof Antheia
Age: Comparatively young to the rest of his kind -- a mere 925 years.
Species: Astarte Demon
Personal Information:
Due to his rising suspicion his horns were beginning to shift and straighten, darkening from their usual pale bluish white to a fathomless black that would catch the silvery light of the moon in a breathless way -- so he was told.
He was an Astarte demon. Bloodline to the goddess Aphrodite, he had attraction and strength in spades; but he also came with weaknesses. As an Astarte demon he carried the customary tattoo above his heart, which was basically equivalent to a giant target. Like Achilles before him, one shot and he was finished.
His dark hair was not exactly able to cover the large projections of bone-like structure protruding from his skull, so a little bit of glamour care of a Wiccan pal hid his... birthmarks from view.
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His nearly seven foot frame was usually clothed in an untucked dress shirt, sleeves rolled up over his forearms, even in the coldest weather, a pair of worn jeans encasing his long legs. His longish black hair hangs straight, a few inches above his collar. His skin is tanned from years of summers spent on the Greek coast, swimming in the Mediterranean sea.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 5, 2008 0:27:11 GMT -5
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Post by Phoenix Ashes on Jan 5, 2008 23:18:39 GMT -5
Name: Kieve Gwenn Alarch
Age when Reborn: 19
Current Age: 367
Gender: Female
Genre of Vampire: Sanguinarian/Psy
Personal Information: Gwen was named after the legends of her welsh homelands. Her life was full of mischief and excitement for a country girl, nothing at all like the saintly daughter she was named after. She had just turned eightenn when mishap stumbled into her life... actually, into her family's home. One evening just as dark had fallen, her lastest suitor, Braen ap Corryn, was pounding against the door. Her father answered, his large frame filling the doorway. Braen looked wild and lost, his face pale and his hair mussed. He asked to see Gwen, that it was urgent. her father had at first refused, but when gwen looked at him pleadingly he had relented. As soon as Gwen had stepped out the door and closed it behind her Braen had grabbed her and kissed her roughly. Laughing she had tried to push him off, but instead he had moved to kissing her neck. Being somewhat experienced, she had relaxed a bit, allowing him to lip and nibble her throat. She did not feel the bite at first until his sucking turned a little noisy, then she felt the pain arching through her neck. Screaming she pushed him off, her hand going to her throat in an attempt to stop the blood flowing. Braen looked at th blood trailing down the column of her throat and had swallowed convulsively, his eyes jumping from hers back to he spot beneath her pale fingers. A barely uttered word slipped from his lips before he was on her. Since, Gwen has sifted through the dark, flitting from place to place. She stays with Braen, although not always right by his side. He is the only one she knows in this strange new world, and although she has moments when she loathes him completely, he acts as her protector and mentor. There is only one word in any language that she hates... Mine
[edit: Rob has permission to take over this character as it was a character I created for one of our first members over a year ago that is not coming back; want not waste not. ~Silver]
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Post by thecheshirecat on Apr 20, 2008 15:49:37 GMT -5
Jade (Kitty) Cormier
"In Every Shadow There Is Light In Every Tear, A Smile In Death I Know There Is Still Life That Lingers For A While."
She was only sixteen. She still was even in her dead years. It hadn't been that long ago. This life was just natural to her. She was a Sanguinarian, just a tad psychic. Every now and again she'd have epiphanies that were just too accurate to be anything else than a sixth sense. She remembered it. That night. That night heaven became hell. Was there a difference? What if heaven didn't exist? Was it just hell in disguise until you were just too deep in to get out when it finally showed itself? She didn't know. She did know that that night she had been happier than ever. She had gone out with her best friends to a campsite Gracie and Amy owned. Gracie "G" and Amy "Cookie" Walton were like sisters to her. Their cousins owned the camp, really, but allowed them to party there for the night. They had spent the day four-wheeler riding, swimming, and hiking, a Cajun girl from southwest Louisiana's perfect idea of a party. The hiking is what Jade went for. Foolish. Maybe if she hadn't gone, she would still be alive... Anyway, a guy came by. He was tall, way too pale not to be albino or deathly ill. He had black hair in that Emo cut. He wore all black and sunglasses. Jade overlooked it. She had strange friends who had strange acquaintances. He said his name was Damon. He looked about seventeen. He decided to hike with them. It was almost dark by then. She had decided to stay behind a while when her friends turned back. She wanted to enjoy the nature in peace for a while. She loved it, the quiet, the earthy smells, and the starry sky. She didn't question Damon staying behind with her as the others left. She thought it was a gentlemanly gesture. She knew different when he put his hands on her shoulders from behind. She turned to look at him. His sunglasses were off. Red eyes. He WAS albino! No... He was... He moved quickly for her neck and then the world went completely black. Awakening, she found herself on the forest floor alone. It had been three days since she had sat out here by herself. No one was around her. No Amy, no Gracie, no family, and certainly no Damon. No, he was long gone. She never saw him again, actually. She stood up, her neck aching, and didn't notice the way she found her way back to camp with no trouble at all though it had been three days and they hadn't had a trail to follow. Getting to the campsite, she saw nothing, no one. She looked for people inside. Same thing. When she heard a car, an instinct told her to hide in the tall oak tree. She leapt for a branch that she knew was too tall for anyone under seven feet. She made it. She marvelled for a moment, then noticed the truck. It was T-Red, Amy and Gracie's truck. A red eyed pair of Waltons got down. They were talking about her, crying and kicking themselves, as if they blamed themselves for her absence. They even mourned Damon a little, thinking the dirty prick was just as much the victim as she was. She wanted to jump down and run to them, but she couldn't. Instinct screamed not to. Once the Waltons left with their barbeque pit, she climbed down from the tree. She walked over to the lake and looked out at it. What was wrong with her? Why didn't she show them she was okay? Everything in her screamed for her not to. But why? That was nothing like her. She looked down to see just how horrid she looked. Long golden hair to the middle of her back, bangs reaching just below her chin covering the left half of her face, jade green eyes. And then she halted. Her eyes... they were red. RED! Not green! Her jaw dropped and then she nearly screamed. Fangs! She backed up and fell. What was in that water?? She had looked more pale than she had in all her life, too! Oh no... someone had to have slipped something in the Coca Cola. There was no way this was real. But it was. She accepted it later. She watched people from her old life for a few days, seeing how they were getting on without her. Then she moved on. To what, she didn't know, but she looked on the bright side: Yeah, she was a wandering vampiress with no life, no direction, no point but hey--she'd live through it. I mean, it wasn't like it would kill her...
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Post by celestial on Apr 20, 2008 17:10:00 GMT -5
(That is Tess dressed up as a goth one day) Name: Tessa Marie Crusoe Nickname: Tess Age: Sixteen Sex: Female Birth Date: Feb 13, 1992 Birthplace: Unkown Family: Her Mother and little brother (He's four years old); but she was adopted. History: Born on Friday the thirteenth is never a lucky thing for poor old Tess. She was left on a doorstep of someone's home and was abandoned there. By the time that the owner of the house got home, Tess was all ready near deaths doorstep. She was rushed to the hospital, and she miraculously survived. A few days later, the adoption papers were set up and she became Tessa Marie Crusoe, daughter of Elizabeth Anne Crusoe. At Tess' sixth birthday party, things well, things didn't go so well. She only had three girls show up, and that was only for the free cake. Tess was never really well liked at school. She was "stuck up" where in reality, she was just shy. She was also brilliant in school. Anyway. At her sixth birthday party she accidentally harms one of the girls. But it was completely unintentional. And no one knows how she did it either, except for Tess. But she no longer remembers this event. She remembers nothing before her tenth birthday, since that is when she suppressed her powers. Two years pass after she suppresses her powers, and Elizabeth gets pregnant with a child of her own. Young Chris is born. Four years later, Tess is once again discovering her powers, but bit by bit. Very little activity has shown of her powers, but they're about to burst forth since she's suppressed them for too long... Height: 5'0" Weight: 98 Skin: In between pale and tan Eyes: Bright green Hair: Black, a bit below the shoulders. Its a bit wavy/curly Style: She wears whatever she feels like that day. Some days its just normal, other days she could be dressed as a goth. Other: She has a dancers build to her. Habits: She bites her lip a lot Health: She's very healthy and fit. Race: Witch. Motivations: To please her Mom. Or at least, thats how she acts. Talents: She's gifted in the Arts (Dancing, Singing, Actual Art-art, etc.) Greatest flaw: Acting without thinking Best quality: She cares a lot about others Strengths: She cares about others, Fights well, and is smart in her own way. Downfalls: Sometimes she'll have huge mood swings, acts without thinking things through, she also can't stand crowds, or small spaces. She's extremely claustrophobic. Likes: Friendly people, people who actually know what they're talking about, the Arts, her family, the rain, lots of other things as well. Dislikes: Backstabbers, people who abandon another person, biased people, ignorant people, small places, crowds, and so much more. Favorite color: Green Favorite music/bands: Currently her favorite band is The Hush Sound. Favorite food: Pizza. Most at ease when: She's listening to music and drawing. Ill at ease when: She's in a stressful situation; or if one of her loved ones is hurt/in danger. Daredevil/cautious: Daredevil Most prized possession: Her iPod Sexuality: Straight Weaknesses: Cares too much, acts without thinking, freaking out in stressful situations. Fears: Dying horribly, bugs, spiders, snakes, crowds, small spaces, and a lot of other things, though she won't admit it Made happy by: Music, the rain, seeing her little brother happy, and lots of others. Other: She has trust issues. She won't trust you right away. She's also very intuitive. She's also the youngest in her coven (since she was adopted) and she is slowly discovering what she is. (Ehe. Sorry that the history sucks. I may come back in and edit it... So yeah... But thats Tess in a nutshell)
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Post by sammytammy101 on Apr 21, 2008 20:29:28 GMT -5
Here she is. i29.tinypic.com/11ls9hj.jpg ) And another picture for your entertainment. ^^ i25.tinypic.com/wl58uu.jpgName: Rukia Danielle Smithson. Ruki for short. Age: 16, almost 17. Sex: Female Status: Single. Birthday: July 3. Species: Mixed. Family: Her mom, Lila, dad, Charles, and her sister, Erika. Why/what she's mixed: Her mom was a air, while her dad was a fire demon. However, instead of being more powerful, and being a air demon and fire demon, her powers clashed, and she was much more weaker then her younger sister, which did the opposite and combined. Sexuality: Bi (i've never played a bi person before, so please excuse me if I seem a bit.. distant towards any female characters that want to advance towards Ruki. Haha) Likes: Training and trying to get better then her younger sister, Erika, music, art, and playing Violin. Loathes: hero's Fears: Water, needles, other people dying, and rape. Eyes: A bright green with a dark shaded outline. Hair: Dyed white, short. Talents: Giving backrubs, drawing, and playing violin. Habits: Itching her arm when she's nervous; even if it hurts, she continues to do it without realization. Other: Determined, easy distracted, carefree when she's not training, hardly likes her family, gets jealous easy. (I think that's it.. If theres any more, i'll add it in. If you have any questions or comments, please let me know and i'll reply ASAP.
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Post by carthasis on Apr 22, 2008 20:39:28 GMT -5
Name-- Luciard Victor Johnothan Nithanual Chalico the second, but you can call him Luciard
Gender--Male
Species--Vampire
Age--Born 1st April 1847, turned 7th October 1871
Eyes--A deep green. The color of the bristles on pine trees.
Hair--Deep chocolate brown, cuts off above his shoulders, fairly strait. He prefers to wear it tied up in a pony tail.
Powers--The standard Vampire powers.
Distinctive Features--Fangs descending from his gums. He's also well known for how formal and old fashioned he is.
Clothes-- formal white shirt, a black jacket, dress pants, black suede shoes. A better description is in the introduction.
Personality in 5 words--Poetic, Victorian, unpredictable, proper, mysterious.
Breif History-- Luciard was born on April 1, 1847 into an upper-class family in London. His father was a lawyer, and a well known one at that, and his mother was known for her the standards she set for not only her household but her children too. Luciard and his two siblings (Evangeline and Brooke) never attended public nor private schools, instead they were pushed into receiving their education at home.
By the age of twelve Luciard was a musical prodigy, not only playing the piano, but also the violin, flute, and harp. He had a bright future ahead of him and planned to pursue his dreams of becoming a successful musician. Sadly his hopes were cut short not long after his twenty-fourth birthday. On the night of October 7, 1871, the Calico mansion was broken into by none other than a group of about four vampires. They captured his two sisters, wounded his now elderly parents, and one of the vampires had decided to turn Luciard's world upside down. Yes, Luciard had been bitten, and about a month later his parents died from illnesses indescribable, leaving their fortune and home to Luciard.
((I hope this is enough, By the way, call me Navarda))
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Post by beaoscuridad on Apr 26, 2008 17:59:04 GMT -5
Name: Lucinda Bracker
Age when Reborn: 14
Age: 56
Vampire Type: Dhampir
Personal Info: Lucinda was only fourteen when a strange man caught her in a field and attacked her. When she awoke, she was in her bed. Thinking it was a dream, the event was ignored until her house set on fire and Lacy was the only live one left. When she refused to talk about the incident, she was deemed insane. The only one who believed her was her love, Nicko. She is currently unsure of his whereabouts.
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Aldarith Myrna
Cadaverous
oh doctor. webe groovin to the black light burns.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Apr 29, 2008 22:57:10 GMT -5
There was a post here, but it's gone now.
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Post by celestial on May 5, 2008 17:49:25 GMT -5
Name: Eloise Isabelle Montague Nickname: Elle Age: Sixteen (near seventeen) Sex: Female Birth Date: October 31st, 1990 Birthplace: Salem, Mass. Family: Her Dad, older brother (18), male cousin (22), and Uncle. History: Born on October 31st in Salem. Wow. Can you get any more unlucky? Yes, yes you can. For Elle, her luck was just beginning to get worse. At age three, her Dad died in a horrible car accident, with Elle in the car. She survived, but just barely. She had almost suffocated behind her pillow (she'd been sleeping in the car when the accident happened, and her Dad's corpse fell on top of her, crushing her face to the pillow). At age six, thing seemed to be changing. But, four years later, at age ten, she discovered a shocking and chilling secret. The supernatural was real. She discovered this when she came home and saw her Mom fighting a vampire. Her mother won the fight, but not without fatal injuries. Her Mom didn't die until a few days later from internal bleeding and a poison that had been injected into her blood stream. So, she had enough time to explain everything to young Elle.
Elle started slaying when she was only fourteen, when a rogue vampire came after her. She surprisingly was able to kill it. But, she didn't want that life. Elle wanted to live her normal crazy life. Without the vampires.
Her adoptive family knew all about the supernatural, considering that they were a family of demons. They hadn't accepted her slaying at first, and made her promise to kill only if attacked first and if necessary. Which, she of course promised.
Elle has only slayed three times. But, she's still pretty good at fighting. She's lost once, but then she was rescued by her "brother". Thats another story to tell though...
(Thats her history in a nutshell)
Height: 5'1" Weight: 98 Skin: Healthy Eyes: Ice green Hair: Hot pink. Originally blond. Style: I suppose you could call it punk or emo. Other: She's sane. Sort of. Well, she doesn't act like it most of the time. But, I swear she is!
Habits: She bites her lip a lot, chews on her nails (not biting them off though). Health: Amazing. Race: Human. (*coughSlayercough*) Motivations: Not really much motivates her. Talents: Musically talented. Greatest flaw: Being spontaneous. Best quality: Being spontaneous. Strengths: Kind, spontaneous, crazy, fighting, musical things, gymnastics, handles pressure very well. Downfalls: Spontaneous, crazy, klutzy (at times), unmotivated (usually), chewing her nails.
Likes: Music, spontaneous people, people who go with the flow, people in general (unless they're a jerk), family, friends. Dislikes: Jerks, family, people who stick to the schedule, no-fun people, cooking, cleaning, and a few others. Favorite color: Hot pink. Favorite music/bands: Currently her favorite band is Muse (Time Is Running Out). Favorite food: Chinese. Most at ease when: She's listening to music, or is playing her violin or some other musical instrument. Ill at ease when: Someone innocent is in danger. Daredevil/cautious: Daredevil Most prized possession: Her picture of her real mom. Sexuality: Straight
Weaknesses: Acting without thinking, spontaneous, craziness, Fears: Dying horribly, getting Turned, losing someone else, and a lot of other things, though she won't admit it ;p Made happy by: Music, the rain, being herself. Other: She's very intuitive. She's a Slayer, and only slays when she has to. She's also very klutzy at the worst possible times, and can hold a grudge for a long time.
(I hope its ok that she's a Slayer... If not, PM me and I'll just delete her)
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Post by celestial on May 28, 2008 16:41:50 GMT -5
Name: Darci Cora Sharper Nickname: Darc Age: Fifteen (Near Sixteen) Sex: Female Birth Date: June 3rd, 1992 Birthplace: Seattle, Washington Family: Step-Dad, Older brother (17), Older sister (17), Mom, Younger half-brother (3) History: Darci had a pretty good childhood, up until her Father died. She lived with her Father up until he died. Darci took his death pretty hard, and spiraled into a deep depression. She had only been eight. Her parents were all ready divorced, and she was sent to live with her Mother. Her Mom had all ready re-married, and Darci liked the man, yes, but she didn't like how he acted like her Father. She began to hurt herself purposefully at age nine. Whether she bruised herself, or cut herself, she never cared, so long as pain was involved.
She never cut very deep, and the bruises always faded. Her mom and step-father found out by the time her Mother was pregnant with Darci's half-brother. Darci was eleven. She's been in therapy since, and has recently gone out of her depression. Now she's very happy. However, she has one scar on her arm from a time she cut so deep she had to go to the emergency room. The scar is a reminder every day of how much she appreciates life now.
She and her step-dad are very close now.
(Thats her history in a nutshell)
Height: 5'0" Weight: 89 Skin: Tan-ish Eyes: Green Hair: A light blond Style: Usually jeans and a tee. Occasionally she'll wear a skirt. She likes tanks too. Other: Darci loves to sing. She cannot get enough of it, ever. So her Step-Dad lets her sing at his club (he owns it) occasionally.
Habits: Playing with her hair, biting her bottom lip, shifting her weight if she's nervous. Health: Awesome. Race: Human. Motivations: Family & Friends Talents: Musically talented; Gardening Greatest flaw: Can't cook. At all. She can also get bitchy. Sometimes Best quality: Good with little children. Strengths: Loyal, gymnastics, friendly, trusting, gardening, music, good with children. Downfalls: Klutzy (at times), Trusting, Can't cook, can become bitchy easily, angers easily, is distant at times, doesn't reveal a lot about herself when you first meet her.
Likes: Music, gardens, gardening, family, friends, people, gymnastics, to be open-minded. Dislikes: Cooking, cleaning, her mom, her dad (her real one). Favorite color: Blue Favorite music/bands: Currently her favorite song is- Eleanor Rigby by David Cook Favorite food: Pizza Most at ease when: She's singing, or hanging with some friends. Ill at ease when: She is with her mom alone. Daredevil/cautious: Both Most prized possession: Her necklace her step-Dad gave to her. Sexuality: Straight
Weaknesses: family, friends, reminders of her past. Fears: the dark, being alone, silence. Made happy by: Singing, being with her whole family.
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Post by heavysinging on Jun 9, 2008 9:48:41 GMT -5
Name: Raly (rah-lee) Rallamine Shora Shineran
Age when reborn: Unknown
Current age: Around 15
Genre of Vampire: Unknown
Appearance: Pale blond hair down to the middle of her back, which changes to a vivid red at night for unknown reasons; 5'0", light skin, bright blue eyes. She's just a bit short for her "age", which leads people to believe she's a very young girl quite often, though no one really knows her age, (even Raly herself.) She's rather clumsy, but appears unconcerned about it. She comes off as snobby, and looks bored most of the time. Her style consists of tiny dresses, mixing it up with additions of many different eras.
Personal information: She was born to a loving family, consisting of both of her parents [mother: Rose, father: Javed], an older brother [Daven], and an aunt [Bambi]. She lived in Tuscany for a short while, about up until she was 6 months old, so of course, she doesn't recall any of it. Her family then moved to London, where she was raised and gained an accent. She did extremely well in school, but she would often skip classes or occasionally whole days, so she didn't skip any grades and remained in the mainstream until she turned 13. At that time, her family moved to a little town in Pennsylvania, but her aunt decided to remain in London. Raly's mother attempted to home school her for a short while, but eventually they left education up to her, and she thought that reading would take her far, and didn't really want to go back to any form of school. Around this time, her father got a promotion, the result of which was that he had to travel constantly and they wouldn't see him for months at a time, sometimes. Raly was satisfied with the company of her brother, though, so he became disillusioned in a sense, from her mind. Her mother was a hectic maternal figure,with the needs of a proud parent she wanted Raly to be a doctor, and Daven to be a lawyer, slowly becoming obsessed with the idea. She eventually went mad with something Raly liked to call, "Suburbia Syndrome", and jumped off of their home's balcony when she thought she saw Daven's professor in the street, and landed on a bicycle rack instead. Their father wasn't home at the time, and so they were left going to their mother's funeral alone, or so they thought. There, Raly met a boy named Aiden, who'd come to the funeral looking for something in her mother's grave... That something happened to be a book that she'd kept close to her her whole life, and having opened the grave in the dead of night, even in death. This book was the source of what seemed to be thousands of prophecies, made since the beginning of written humanity, and even as recently as three days before Raly's mother died. It told of Raly's family history, that of many years of various vampire lords, demons, and even some "angels". Since discovering the book, Prince had lost her memory of her life as the daughter of Rose and Javed, and remembered her old soul back in the time of kingdoms and castles... She left her "home" in search of the truth, since her mother only held the book and never knew of their true family history, becoming a temporary companion of Aiden. Due to this, Raly has been wandering aimlessly through the years, and one night, Aiden vanished.
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Post by heavysinging on Jun 13, 2008 3:27:29 GMT -5
Name: Prince (Real name: Alun Adah Valentine, though no one knows this.) Age: 15 going on 16 Sex: Female Race: Human
Appearance: Long pale red hair, amber eyes, very pale skin. She usually dresses according to mood, so this could include almost anything. You'll mostly see her wearing torn up things, hand-me-downs, things you might see a hobo wearing on a nice day.
Biography: Prince is an only child, raised by her mother Melinda, who cares for her very much. She was born in Chicago, Illinois, and moved to a speedily growing town near Denver in Colorado called Parker. She despises her ordinary life with the passion of a thousand burning suns, but honestly doesn't expect it to get any more exciting than random school shootings and shoplifting. She's lazy, an unmotivated, and requires medications to keep her active imagination on hold. Her school efforts, well, they're non-existent, and her mother is just trying to keep the apartment up so they don't die of collapsing roof-tops one day. Prince's father left on her 6th birthday, so there's no child support to help with those roofs any day now. Prince remains stoic, apathetic all around, but has an incredible talent for waitressing, and works at a newly formed chain of quaint family restaurants simply called 'The Sun'.
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Post by celestial on Jun 27, 2008 0:11:35 GMT -5
Name: Dawn Haru Plathora Nickname: Dawnie (Don't call her that. -__-) Age: Sixteen Sex: Female Birth Date: January 7, 1992 Birthplace: St. Charles, Missouri Family: Older sister (20), Younger sister (5), Dad (42) History: Dawn doesn't remember much about St. Charles, as well as she should since she only lived there until she was about three. She was living with her whole family then, her younger sister not being born yet though. She moved to a suburb of Denver, Colorado called Parker. She had a fairly happy childhood until her Mom fell into a coma. A few years later, she learned she was bipolar and went spiraling into a depression. She had several anxiety attacks daily, and couldn't control her life. They put her on medication, and she's in much better shape now. Height: 5'3" Weight: 108 Skin: Pale. Eyes: Amber Hair: Auburn Style: Usually jeans and a tee. Other: She's bipolar, but takes medication to help even her out.
Habits: Biting her bottom lip, biting her nails, shifting weight. Health: Pretty good. Race: Human. Motivations: Family & Friends Talents: Cooking; Singing; Drawing. Greatest flaw: Doesn't think before acting. Best Quality: Friendly.
Daredevil/cautious: Both Sexuality: Straight
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