Ladie Luck
10-15-2009, 06:50 PM
A roleplay by Winter.
(The following thread contains traces of gore, horror, supernatural themes and some nudity and is therefore rated M. Suitable for persons age 15 and over. Reader discretion is advised. )
☥ New Blood ☥
----☥ Introduction ☥----
The night is dark, but the world is far from dead… so to speak. The sun goes down and the moonlight shines on a world so very different to the one the humans see. Creatures of night walk in the shadows, they prey on the humans. For every being does what it can to survive. Most times they only take what they need to survive. And the victim is allowed to live. But sometimes these dark beautiful creatures grow greedy and savage. And their victims are left dry.
This night was one of the latter.
A house stands, surrounded by a field, nearby lies a forest. The house is silent. It is dark, no candle flame nor lantern shone within to indicate any signs of life. There was a family there… Two small children, three adults.
A mother, hair of deep brown, skin of smooth coffee cream, sleeping soundly by her husband. A man of honour, of valour, of love for his wife and their three daughters. He was a loving man, their lives simple and pleasant. That night they slept, their biggest trouble was finding their eldest daughter a suitable husband where she would be happy.
Their eldest slept down the hall, old enough for her own room. She was a sweet girl, who loved her mother, father and sisters. She spent her days helping her mother around the house with all the chores that needed doing. She sewed, and cleaned. She often accompanied her father to town to sell his goods. She enjoyed her life as it was. Her delicate human life.
Her sisters were only young, of 8 and 12 respectively. They loved their big sister and looked forward to following in her footsteps one day when they too were grown. They did as usual young girls did, played with wooden dolls, dressed up, and of course, ask a million questions and not listen to the answer.
Their family was an ordinary one, nothing about them stood out. And yet… This night to which they slept so soundly, with little regard for the night wanderers, the children of the darkness. They were chosen, they who were nothing more than humans. Mere mortals of which could do so much, and yet so little, the complex creatures they were who were in their society so simple… They were chosen. For noone would miss them.
There were two or three at most, sliding within shadows and flitting between the trees. They would not be seen, or heard. A window, found open and the creatures slipped inside, to find the warm bodies, breathing, hearts beating. Fangs glint in the moonlight, a gasp from their victims then silence. Heart beating no more. They each have their share, then come to the female. One of her, several of them… One jumps to take a bite of the pure nectar of her blood. A gasp! Blue eyes open, staring at the shadowy figures in the dim moonlight. Nothing but shadows. No voice is heard. Another wants to taste the beauty… He steps forward. A challenge is made. Quickly he is struck down. His blood is spilled. The human coughs, splutters, foreign blood in her mouth. Another takes a stand. Again a battle. More blood. More growls. So violent. So silent.
At last the shadow can take his prize! He mounts her, tasting her. His blood lust is raging. He wants her. More than one way. She is pure. Untouched. Her body is pure. Her blood is sweet. He is amorous in his kisses, yet she feels nothing but the cold. Her body dying. As he sucks out her warmth he begins to undress her. A final humiliation. She would be defiled. He laughs wickedly. His lust adamant. But he is distracted.
A dying shadow. One he cut down earlier, stands. With the last of his strength he finds a weapon. His companion lay dead. Head removed. To move no more. Vengeance is a dish best served cold. Blood. Shock. Then pain. Fallen to the side the lustful shadow is defeated. A hollow laugh escapes the lips of his attacker. Then he too falls. It is over.
The human lies in her bed, foreign blood soaked her as hers oozed from her neck, the light in her eyes was fading; little time was left. She knew she would never see the sunlight again. Nor smile with her father, laugh with her mother, play with her sisters… her sisters. Oh god. They had been killed too. Destroyed and murdered while they slept. The girl prayed that heaven had saved them. All of them. At least… she would see them soon… on the other side. Her body grew cold, she was exposed, through her ripped dress, but remained pure. Her eyes closed. The darkness consumed her once more. The pain that burned within her neck, that spread through her, was ebbing. She exhaled her very last breath. And the house lay silent still.
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Rules☥----
I. Follow the Terms of Use
II. Use some form of OOC when talking out of Character, and please try to keep it to the OOC Thread
III. PM your form to me, please.
IV. Please try your best to achieve some form of literacy. This means, use spell check, grammar and if I see l33t anywhere i will rip your colon out through your nose!!!
V. If you cause problems you will receive a warning, this is on a "three strikes and your out" basis, this means that if I have to talk to you three times, I will ask you to leave the roleplay.
VI. Try to keep the genders evenly balanced throughout the roleplay, please. I don't want it to be a sausage fest and I don't want it to be all women either.
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Things to know☥----
Here we go, as you guessed it, this is a vampire thread. And I want you to keep something in mind:
Things that affect Vampires:
Stakes through the heart
Decapitation
Sunlight (though they don’t get killed unless they’re exposed in the open for a long time ie, three full days. Think REALLY bad sunburn. Ouch.)
Things that do NOT affect Vampires:
Salt
Garlic
They don’t have to sleep in coffins
(Thanks!)
There’s two categories, you can be a Slayer or a Vampire:
Slayers have two factions:
Omega (who are an organization and believe ALL vampires are evil and MUST die) and
Inveera (who are a rogue faction and know that not all vampires are evil creatures)
And there are three Vampiric Clans:
Blood Moon, Silent Angel and Dragonica.
(The clans are like family to each other, but opposing clan members are considered as... well bad. But not so much that you'd leap out and attack them for no reason)
The Dragonica are said to be descended from Dragons. More specifically Vladmir Dracula (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vlad_III_the_Impaler) ('Dracul' being Romanian for 'Dragon') They traditionally are the stronger and colder more calculated of the three clans and have greater numbers.
The Silent Angels are more mystical and have stronger powers and such. They are descended from the exotic regions of India.
The Blood Moon are supposedly descended from Countess Elizabeth Báthory (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_B%C3%A1thory) aka "The Bloody Countess". They are more agile and savage in their hunting.
The Leaders of each clan are as yet undecided, I could assign a leader or you could create your own. But the leaders will have to include how they became the clan leader in their history. And be pretty old. With age comes power. And please use original characters. If I see ‘Lestat’ or ‘Edward Cullen’ … Well I take no responsibility for my actions! You have been warned! XD
You could also be a human that has yet to be turned or recruited.
This is not a modern or futuristic roleplay. It is set in a period time, however, some guns will be permitted. (If you’ve seen ‘van helsing’ with Hugh Jackman, the Slayers are an organization like that and with similar technology –NOT MUCH! :P But we’ll keep the special Ops out of this for now. :) )
PM to Join Please (If you aren't able to PM, then post below!)
- Ask any questions you like! And if you would like to reserve a spot then let me know which clan/order you prefer so I can pencil you in.
- Also, please keep the population varied. I don't want everyone in S.A's because they have more powers.
- Anyone applying for LEADER position , bear in mind the colours of the Clans. Dragonica is green and black, Blood Moon is Red and Gold, and Silent Angel is White and Blue!
-LEADERS: remember who the previous leaders were, I also want OC for these characters too. XD So the LEADER ARE ALL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS! :)
Only Clan Leaders and The Heretic (characters) know the following information:
A phoenix reborn from fire,
New Blood born pure without Sire,
The Cattle rise to face the Lions,
Armed with fangs and claws of iron,
The Night Children's War descend,
To the Goddess the clans doth send,
A Heretic of formidable power,
The White Rose returns in Midnight Hour.
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Characters/Forms☥----
No Anime Pictures Please
Please insert image if you have one
Username:
Name:
Age:
Role: (if a Vamp, add Clan name, if a Slayer state your Order)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Physical Description: (Needs to be an actual written description.)
History:
Personality:
Weapons, Powers etc: (Weapons for Slayers, and Powers for Vamps.)
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Accepted Forms ☥----
(The names written in grey are only possible characters, meaning they have not yet posted an ‘IC’ or Character Sheet)
Characters so far:
Slayers:
Order Omega
Leader: ???
Order Inveeral
Leader: ???
"Branthorn Darius" (Heirosyth)
"Hazen" (Katosu)
Vampires:
"Kaia de la Saille" (Winter) -The White Rose
"Azaezel" (DreamLand) -The Heretic/Black Rose/Leader of the White Rose Cult
Blood Moon
Clan Leader: "Gacen Cosat" (Serverus Ecru)
Silent Angel
Clan leader: "Caisatia Donovain" (RikhanaKasumi)
"Marquis of the Artctic" (Sunshine Green)
"Rayne" (InuyashaFandom)
Dragonica
Clan Leader: "Paul Xavier Vulcan" (written-loveless)
"Orion Ardel" (Hizeme Neko)
"Eudora M. Lucretius" (Sweet Silence)
Link to the IC thread: New Blood (http://role-player.net/topic/7217967/1/#new)
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc74/Axika_5526/The_Lightest_Dark_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg
Username: Winter
Name: Kaia de la Saille
Age: 20
Role: Vampire (no Clan. Her creation was accidental and her sires were all killed.
Gender: Fermale
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Description: Kaia stands at a slight 165cm, she is rather unassuming and gentle in her features. Her face is soft and open, her skin like fresh cream, she has often been described as an angel or a cherubim. Her hair a raven black it always seems to shimmer with and unnatural glow. She is gentle in her mannerisms, delicate and soft in her movements. She has the grace of a princess, and confidence in her step.
Her most stunning features are her eyes, they are blue like the skies in summer, and full of curiousity, she can gaze into another and seems to be looking into their very souls. She is curvaceous, with the figure of an hourglass and graces of a cat. She may not be tall or intimidating but the aura of power seeps from within her. It is both alluring and frightening.
History: Kaia was born in London to Elizabeth and Syrus Traven. Shortly after her birth her parents moved to the country. She was always a bright and happy child, brining joy to anyone she smiled at. People had said there was magic in her eyes, like she was blessed by the fairies when she was born. Her parents were most proud, they spoiled her but Kaia never went rotten, she grew to be a beautiful, charming and sweet young woman. She enjoyed carrying out chores with her mother and helping out her father. She loved her two sisters dearly. Caring for them and looking after them was a joy to her. She loved their country life…
One night it ended violently when the shadows (later she discovered them to be vampires) slipped in and killed them all while they slept. The fought over Kaia and the blood from their wounds was sprayed all about the room. And on Kaia herself. Her body accepted this blood, and after three days she awoke, with little but a blur to her memory. Her new life began.
Personality: A sweet and sensitive girl, Kaia does what she can to help people, after she was turned she became very much like a kitten, curious an playful. She would climb the tallest tree to see its branches, She would dive to the deepest rock pool to see what lay at the bottom…
Before she became a Night Child she was greatly shy about her appearance, but now she can hear and see all of nature’s beauty. She feels that she should be natural, and would be naked all the time were she not told to wear something.
Powers: Siren Song (the ability to entrance any creature with her voice)
Enchanting Gaze (much like siren song but with her eyes)
Passion Bite (gives extreme pleasure to the victim when biting so that the victim WANTS to be bitten)
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Heirosyth
Name: Branthorn Darius (just goes by "Brant")
Age: 42
Role: 7 year veteran of Inveera, former member of Omega.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Physical Description: Brant is a clean-shaven man who has managed to maintain a kind of ageless appearance in his strong-jawed, handsome face. His skin is pale and has survived the years in good condition, as he was never a fan of the sun, and thus never exposed himself to the sun damage that he normally would've incurred. So he has a kind of fair and noble appearance to him as well that makes him seem younger than he really is.
His eyes are surrounded by dark circles, hinting at the hardships he has endured in life, and granting them a serious and intimidating presence when he directs his glare upon someone. Up close, one can see streaks of white cutting through the stone-gray orbs like lightning across a stormy sea. His eyes are powerful, but betray little. Others usually gets the very obvious impression that there is a great deal going on behind them, even if those thoughts are nearly impossible to read.
He sports gray streaks that run down the sides of his dark mane, with another coming from the top of his forehead. The rest of his hair is a jet-black color, and comes down to his shoulder blades, but is usually tied back neatly into a tail. He never sports any facial hair unless he hasn't been able to shave.
His appearance is one of a decently sized man: broad shoulders, athletic physique, standing around six feet tall. He is always seen with a hooded Highway Man's cloak of heavy midnight cloth, held together with black steel clasp that has a blood gem set in its center. In the daytime he's never seen without his "shades"--custom-crafted smoke-lens spectacles--as he detests the sunlight on account of the fact that he is actually much more sensitive to light than your average person, and can see exceptionally well in the dark. He wears a silver ring on each finger, the one on his right being that of a dragon's head with glittering garnet eyes, the one on his left hand being that of Celtic cross surrounded by a serpent. A concealed four-inch pendant that from a distance appears to be a cross, but up close is revealed to be a silver dagger dangles upon a silver chain that hangs around his neck. The "dagger pendant" has a "wyrm" twisted around the length of the blade, with runes upon its skin, it's claws stretching out from the crossbar of the "hilt" and its head at the intersection of the cross.
Around his neck is tattooed a string of mystical characters in Aramaic, and down his back are inked six crossed blades with a line of Vedic Sanskrit upon each of them. Upon his chest are three visible sets of scars: one that cuts into his right side, one that proceeds for a length of six inches in straight arc across his stomach, and one that is actually a pair of scars that look like they were dug in together upon his left shoulder at the base of his neck. He keeps all of these markings concealed whenever possible.
The rest of his attire consists of rugged pants, and a button-down collared shirt that can pass as "dressy" being of a finer material than the pants. In colder seasons, he keeps his hands in leather gloves and a scarf around his neck. He never wears a hat. His overall appearance is one that exudes an aura of class combined with a casual air.
History: Brant conceals a dark past. He was once married with a family, but lost his wife and children over ten years ago in a brutal attack one night that left him lying upon the hard, trampled ground within sight of the glowing torchlights and pealing noises of a nearby fair that they had just come from after an evening of fun one summer eve. The assailants struck like lions out of the shadows, fiercely and brutally cutting down he and his young wife with blades, clubs, and fists. His two young sons, one 7, one 9, both of them innocent and smiling in the youth of their lives, were lifted screaming and crying for help before they could even think to run. The sounds of his wife's sobbing and pleas for help joined the little ones' chorus as her dress was shredded and ripped open with pieces of it fluttering to the ground.
Icy hands, as hard as granite stone, held Brant down with the right side of his face pressed into the dirt, the weight of his adversary (though it could've been more than one) pinning him so that he couldn't do more than futilely struggle in vain. In this position, he was forced to listen to the gut-wrenching sounds of their feasting, as they tore into the throat and body of his wife, and drank gluttonously from the young blood of his sons, filling their gullets like greedy pigs. He would've been next, but a passing party of friends who were also leaving the fair approached the scene. Like jackals, the vampires dashed off into the night, their bellies full of the rich blood of his family, leaving only their beaten, raped and drained corpses behind to the shock and horror of those passers-by. They immediately sent for a priest and doctor, and while Brant did get better on the surface (physically) these wounds went much deeper than the skin...
Three days later, Brant began his search for answers from anyone he could get them from: God, religion, philosophy, ancient texts, and finally the fraternal Orders of Vampire Hunters known as the Omega and Inverra. He initially found a group of like-minded individuals in the Omega Order, many of whom shared his burning desire to get revenge upon the ones who hunted them in the night. For three years, he crusaded with them and perfected his martial talents against the undead, learning everything he could from about how to kill a vampire, but in all of his time, he could never find one who knew anything about the killings of his family. He was called the "Interrogator" by the Order, because he questioned every vampire he encountered the same way in the moments before he slew them.
Three years and no answers brought him to the realization that he was getting nowhere. One night, he came across a group of travelers in a tavern not far from where his family was cut down. The tavern itself looked to be mostly vacant, save for this group, and it was out in the middle of the country, at least a good two days from any nearby village or town. Brant blended in with the others who were dressed like gentlemen and ladies of some significance. They wore finery and regal attire that was quite out of place with where they were. No drinks or food was served, nor were there any servants noticeably present. Brant recognized as he listened to them talk that he was among an entire group of vampires, and they had not recognized him as human, apparently presuming him to be one of their own!
Relying on this opportunity, he remained quiet and listened to their conversations, their stories and their boasts. Eventually, he heard about an "incident" at a fair that occurred a few years ago at this very location, and the name of one of the vampires was mentioned. As Brant stepped forward, approaching the group, unable to contain his excitement at possibly finding out at last a clue as to the whereabouts of his elusive quarry, he was quickly seized and pulled out of the room through a back door behind him. Unsheathing his blade to mete out his sudden frustration with his assailant, he came face to face with a pair of fangs and glowing green eyes. A cruel, icy hand struggled to keep the glimmering tip of his blade inches from the pale, marble neck of his adversary, who hissed and said, "I recognize you... but if you kill me, you'll never find the ones you seek."
Brant was taken aback at this and lost his momentum, stepping back away from the vampire, who let him go. The two eyed each other warily, and then the Hunter demanded simply, "Take me to them." The vampire, whose name is not known to any but Brant, did just that, and after six months, with the vampire's help, Brant took vengeance upon those who cut down and drained his family, nearly five years after that bloody event. In exchange for the vampire's help, Brant agreed to join the Order of Inverra, realizing that perhaps most, but not all vampires deserved death--a realization that the Order Omega could not abide.
Since then, Brant has learned much of the ways of Vampires, and has realized that blending in, and being able to move among them is sometimes a greater asset than being able to hunt them. Now he walks a fine line between the world of eternal night, and that of his fellow mortals, precariously close to the creatures he even now stalks in the name of vengeance and justice.
Personality: Brant is an enigmatically brooding and quiet character, but he is also intelligent and calculating. He has trained himself to mimic many of the characteristics and traits of vampires themselves, and so has been easily mistaken for one of them by both vampire and mortal on more than one occasion. It is not easy to ascertain his true emotions and intent, but his eyes betray a focus and purpose that his facial features conceal. He has found no peace in his world since his family died, and moves like a wanderer between the past he knew and a future that seems as mysterious him as he appears to others. Brant holds to his beliefs, but has seen too much to fit into normal society anymore, and so often seeks solitude and operates mostly at night now, instead of the daytime, which does little to endear him to his fellow man. He is alone between worlds and fully recognizes that this leaves him more vulnerable, but he is prepared for that.
Weapons: Brant's greatest weapon is his extensive knowledge and experience on both sides of the "Hunter/Vampire" equation. He knows considerably more about the clans than he will let on, and knows the tell-tale signs of a Hunter and so he knows how NOT to appear as one. He is a master of subtlety and deception, possessing the infinite patience of an older man, and the wisdom and learning that come with years. His weapon of choice is a rapier, but he is never seen with one. Instead he has a walking-stick he's quite fond of. He carries vials of blood, holy water, and a small pocket journal of notes for the tending of wounds, the names of clans and their members, and known places of meeting and hunting as well as many other hard-won bits of knowledge. He also has a hunting knife for skinning and sharpening purposes, but he is adept enough to use it in combat if need be. Along with this, Brant is a very knowledgeable woodsman and his preferred method for capturing wild game sheds some light on the methods he employs with equal effectiveness on the vampires he hunts...
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username- HizemeNeko
Name-Orion Ardel
Age-27
Role- Vampire, Dragonica
Gender-Male
Sexuality- No preference, whether gender or age.
Physical Description-
Orion Arel stands at 6'3 and well built. (im not good with weight lol) His stance is laid back but prideful. He has long dark black hair. It lays around his neck in silky strands and he is often seen blowing stray strands out of his eyes. His eyes are swirling gray, and always on alert, though you couldnt tell by looking at him. They sink into his face, but not in a sickly way. They are lined with what looks like eyesliner but it is natural giving his pale face a strange look. It's appealing yet, curious.
His skin is moonkissed and very hard. Not rough, it is smooth but it is hard.
He wears a pair of black slacks and a dark green button up shirt, which he keeps the top four buttons opened, revealing his chest. His chest has a dark scar that forms wicked letters that spell Limitless. He wears a plain thin black belt with a silver buckle. he also wears a silver ring with emeralds laid into the side in the center is a large D signifying his loyalty to the clan Dragonica. He perfers to go barefoot. He says it helps him feel the earth move as he moves.
He tends to keep up with the latest fashion.
History- Orion was born in iceland by the name of Fridmar. He was living with a loving mother and father until he was about three years old. He had baby blue eyes and dark brunnette curly hair. A vampire by the name of Ardel came one night. It was a stormy night. The sky was gray and clouded with darkness.
It wasnt raining yet but it was extremely windy.
It was dark and the household was sleeping. The vampire named Ardel came in and killed the parents of the sleeping baby. It was quick and ruthless, Without mercy. But when Ardel turned his black eyes to the baby he smirked, his pale lips twisting into one corner. He quickly and gently scooped up fridrick the human baby. He walked outside and stared into the grey sky. ardle smirked once more before turning the little baby into one of his kind. a vampire. It was a difficult process in a small child. To make sure the child woke again, their bodies were still so weak. But that's what made strong vampires. Their weakness turned to strength. It was when the first rain cloud opened up that Orion the vampire was born. The baby blue eyes colored into a silver like the sky and the dark curly hair grew to a long, straight and silky black.
Orion. The name meant limited, boundary. That's what was so ironic. Orion didnt have limits, and if he did they were stretched beyond belief. Orion, when he turned twelve took a last name. The name of his sire. Orion grew up in the clan with high standing. He was one of the higher ups in training, He was going to be a great leader. Ardel, an officer in the clan, would not have his fledgling to be treated like any other fledgling. Orion was gifted, he was special.
When Orion was seventeen he went through a series of trials to test his loyalty and strengths. If passed it finally considered him an adult, a member, not just another vampire child of the clan.
That was also when he got the ring on his finger and scar on his chest.
He chose a scar instead of a tatoo. He wanted to prove that he would destroy everything his name put ion him. It put boundaries, it limited him, it held him back. Nothing would hold him back he was limitless.
The next years were him just living his life, pushing himself each day. Hopefully one day, he would surpass his Sire. The path he was on now proved that wasnt far off.
Personality-
Orion is quiet though inside hes always contemplating something, always calcualting something, always gathering information, watching his surroundings. He was calm cool and collected. His face semed to own a permanant smirk. He often could be caught making a higher up feeling beneath him. He was cocky and prideful, and he held himself in such a way that demanded respect but at the same time asked for it. And he was respected. Though part of orion was gentle and there was a bit of kindness in him. He was wise beyond his years, and yet he had a playful side. In battle he was focused. Never was he a step behind, always a step ahead. He never lost concentration. Nothing could stop him from finishing a task if he wanted it done. Nothing.
Orion was also quite the sexual predater. He didnt just prey on women, or men but younger humans too. He only knew the smell of their blood and the feel of their warm flesh.
But overall Orion was a gentleman. He perferred to be invited rather than force his way in. Not that it was any trouble to push his way in but he always thought it was better to have class.
Weapons, powers, etc.- He carries a beautiful dagger in the back of his pants, with emeralds in laid in them. Other than that he does not carry weapons. He has extremely strong physical attributes and brain power. He perfers hand to hand combat.
There is something strange about orion though, he is so stroing and fast, and powerful, and intellegent it makes you wonder whether he really is a vampire and not something else.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Serverus Ecru
Name: Gacen Cosat
Age: 2,000
Role: Vampire, Blood Moon
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferences: Females with blood; Shemales are sweet too lolz!
Physical Description:
Gacen is 6'7 with a muscular body like iron. His skin is light bronze with eyes the color of sand. He has long dread locks that fall to his middle back. His Hanna tattoos wrap beautifully around his chest, back, and sketch to his hands and fingers. His attire is mostly made of a rugged leather cuirass with tough boots to match.
History:
1170 years ago, Gacen lived in the Predynistic period of Egpyt. He was a famous hunter that earned a living in the Gerzean Culture, named after the site of Gerza. In those times water and food was scarce. Garcen was one of the strongest warriors in Gerza; a man born to shed blood. One night he came home from a successful hunt, to find his lovely wife Amratia; lying on their mat with blood seaming from her throat. Gacen was irate and perplexed. He plotted deviously to kill the person that murdered his love.
One day he found his nemesis: the legendary and ancient Queen of The Blood Moon herself: The Bloody Countess. With anger and emotion Gacen, pulled his swords to cut her down; but she did not fear his mortal blades; yet she respected his fearless strength. She then offered him something that his mortal wife could never give him: a chance to taste the bitter fruits of immortality. He refused at first; but a year later after she stalked him in the desert; he finally gave into her beauty; allowing her to give him his bite of transformation.
Now Centuries later, Gacen Cosat has worked his way to being one of Elizabeth's most promising and talented heirs. Although Elizabeth is now dead; his agility and wisdom has made him rise above the hunting ranks. He has become a legendary Vanguard in his day: avant-garde of the Blood Moon Clan.
Personality:
He is soft spoken, yet his attitude is furious when in battle. When you look into his beige eyes you see the past. When he speaks you hear ancient wisdom and linguistics; a cultural beauty that has been erased for ages. Even though his heart is cold from his many years of Vampirism; he can still find good in vampires and humanity; thus you would not want to cross his compassion; for such is an abomination. He is one you would want on your side if in conflict and one you would run from if opposing his purpose.
Weaponry:
He wields a katana blade that he stole from a Samurai he killed in the 12th Century. Indeed he has learned through time to hone such ancient steel if needed; he is a master with weaponry, thus making him a carnivorous bladesman.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Sunshine Green
Name: Marquis of the Artctic (Known as Mark)
Age: He quit counting
Role: Vampire, Silent Angels
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Description:
His eyes are fierce and almond shaped with a cold azure blue colour. His hair is white and goes down to his shoulders in a straight fashion. His nose is barely visible and sits straight above his thin lips. If you were ever to study him closely, you would find two small marks on his neck. His skin is flawless, almost like porcelain.
The description tall, dark and handsome describes him well. He’s 6’4’’ tall, noticeably muscular and walks around like a ghost, like he’s hovering over the floor. He has long fingers which he often taps against each other.
When he reads he uses glasses. Not because he needs them, but they give him a sense of mortality. He mostly wears a dark coloured suit, which makes him look like a young gentleman. He has a silver chain hanging from his neck with a silver snowflake occupied with sapphires.
He usually sends a cold glare at strangers, which usually scares them away.
When he’s relaxed he usually stand up with his arms slightly back, his shoulders down and his legs slightly spread.
History:
Mark was a traveller in his mortal life. An Aristocrat of English breed, travelling the world in his young years. He travelled to most of Europe and parts of Asia where he collected various items, such as books and other antiques. It was in Greenland he met his soon to be Sire, a man known to the world as Chenga.
Right from the beginning Mark was intrigued by the grace and beauty of this man and soon enough they became lovers. Chenga's life fascinated Mark so much, that one day Chenga decided to share it. Against his will Mark was turned into a dark creature, now having to feast on the weak and the innocent.
Mark left Chenga immediately.
It took him many years of walking before he found the Silent Angles who took him in. Now he lives with them in peace, only feeding when he needs to.
Personality:
Mark can seem cold and heartless to some, but that would only be because they don't know him. Behind his facade of ice he has a warm and loving soul, enjoying the better things in life. He hates having to decide between two things and so he tries to have as much of everything he likes as possible.
Mark has a thing for reading; he has always liked it and does some writing of his own. A closet poet if you need.
Mark tries to deny it but he is an aristocrat at heart. Even when he hunts, he goes for the higher ranked members of society. His taste is rich, and again, he loves the better things in 'life'.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Sweet Silence
Name: Eudora M. Lucretius
If you want the coloured version please tell me... oh & the image is only basis for the appearance for my character.
Age: 900+ (time is of no significance to her)
Role: Vampire of Dragonica Clan
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Mostly heterosexual, she is picky with her women.
Physical Description: Eudora has a slender and athletic but voluptuous figure. She has a delicate face and black raven hair that fall in soft waves past her shoulders. Her striking amber eyes obtained a peculiar golden shine over the centuries, which is possibly why she wears a sheer black veil once in a while.
Standing at five foot five she moves with natural confidence and an unconscious seductive grace. She knows her body well and at times uses, what you call feminine wiles, otherwise known to her as natural resources.
History: For Eudora her own past seems like ancient history, her mortal life is rarely spoken of as it was bitter towards the end.
Eudora's birthplace is Rome but due her father’s sudden death and since he was a man of great stature in the Republic of Rome, for her and her mother’s safety she moved to Britain. Spoiled and brought up in aristocracy as her mother was a Duchess of Cornwall, Eudora had an arranged marriage to an Archduke when she was only five. This to-be-Archduchess was well educated, primed and pampered to be apt of her future status.
As a mortal, Eudora was a delicate and gentle girl. She was also bubbly and always full of laughter. No stranger or friend could ever remain angry or saddened around her, neither could her mother for that matter. Gifted with beauty and despite her known betroth with the Archduke, many men asked for her hand but were refused by her family.
She did not dislike her fiancé but neither did she like him. And so on one impulsive night approaching her fourteenth birthday with the man she called her beloved- wordlessly, she eloped to the far away countryside to start anew. A decision Eudora never regretted even till this day, after so many centuries the only regret she had was that they did not flee far enough.
On a beautiful afternoon waiting for her love to return, a crazed man- no- a crazed monster trespassed into her cottage. A monster too fast to be fought off by any mortal pinned her to the floor in a one swift movement and punctured her neck. Her struggles were futile as he drained not only one life force but two. Eudora's and an unborn child. In her last minute of existence, her love returned- she was allowed only a glimpse of his animated form before the monster leaped up, launching itself at him and next a sickening snap was all she heard before fading into unconsciousness.
Pain. Pain at her neck brought her back from the brink of death, her eyes fluttered open, icy blue eyes imprinted into her mortal mind as the last of her mortal memories. The stranger's painstakingly luxurious voice with a hint of an accent she could not identify asked, “If given the chance for vengeance, my lady, would you take it?”
Eudora’s last gasp was a feeble, “Yes.”
Her sluggish mortal memory only recalled the sweet liquid she tasted before she woke up once more but in the basement of an abandoned mansion. Never to hear of or set eyes on her sire again. Eudora rose again that night as a child bound by darkness and driven by bitter vindication.
After her sweet vengeance was fulfilled, she drowned herself in great power, knowledge, and wealth. To forgo her bitter mortal momory, she spent her nights in debauchery with mortals and her own kind.
In her most recent six centuries of her new life, she has done much travelling- exploring, meeting others of her kind and hunting slayers from time to time. Within the Dragonica Clan, Eudora has gradually become a notoriously powerful and influential member upon her initiation.
Personality: Eudora is an unnervingly tranquil character, learned from all her centuries of this life, she is utterly ruthless when angered. Beneath her formidable indifference, Eudora is very observant and can be cunning and calculating.
Heronly weakness, other than the ones that come attached to being a vampire, is children which is only logical as she lost her own in such tragedy. Only a few know of this and those who have this knowledge have been sent to their graves by her own bare hands. Outsiders believe that Eudora has taken a liking to the sweetness of children’s blood and hence the orphanages she has funded across the world. She encouraged the clans and slayers to believe so. Only the children know otherwise but of course no one would believe the children.
Weapons, Powers etc: Trained in combat, Eudora carries a pair of concealed sais at all times, and sometimes a shotgun at her garter. Her powers are illusions/mind tricks and seduction.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Katosu
Name: Hazen
Age: 18
Role: Inveera Recruit
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Physical Description:
Height: 5'10''
Weight: Around 190
Build: Medium, lean muscle
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Skin tone: dark tan
His face is surprisingly blemish-free and is still a little kiddish for his age. He carries himself surprisingly well, but is known to bend a bit at the waist when going into a run or a lunge.
History:
Originally, his family was very “Typical” and “Normal.” His father was a doctor and his mother was the typical stay-at-home mom, his family was one that was blessed with peace and happiness, living silently on the outskirts of the city.
His older sister, age 18 at the time that he was age 8, already had men courting her. She was said to be an incomparable beauty. Thanks to this, his family was caught up at the time in figuring out exactly who she should marry. Even their own greed would get the best of them – after all, how could you resist some of these men who brought such promises of fortune to the foot of the family?
But while the parents where distracted by those who brought the promises of light, they could not see the one in the shadows who sought to drag his sister into the abyss.
One night, as the moon bathed the land in a white glow, while they all slept peacefully in their beds, the shadow finally made his move. The shadow went straight for his Sister's room with only one thing on his mind: To make the woman his.
However, that night might not have been the best of nights. Hazen strolled the hallways with a glass of cold water in his hand, rubbing his eyes. He had woken up from a bad dream, and was still working on calming himself as he walked back to the room. He saw his Sister's door hanging open, and peered inside with curiosity.
Inside, he saw the Vampire lifting his sister up. Taking her out of the bed slowly. He bared his fangs towards her neck, salivating at the prospect of her fresh, innocent blood. The glass seemed to slip from his hand and shattered upon the floor.
The vampire froze up, turning slowly to look at him. The one thing that he saw in that face – the one thing he could not possible forget... Two crimson eyes, darker than blood, glaring at him, seeming to pierce through the darkness to find its target.
Hazen stumbled backwards. Two figures – his parents – stood at both his sides. He smiled up at them – surely they could do something. His father looked to the vampire, and then down to the son. The father gave a grim nod, and Hazen was knocked unconscious.
He woke up the next day with a hazy head. Not realizing what had happened, he quickly got to his feet and went back to the house. Afraid of what awaited him within, he entered the house. What he found would be permanently impressed upon his brain. The hallway was stained with blood, with two bodies laid out, completely lifeless. Terror overtook his eyes as he looked over to their faces – they where scratched out, drenched in blood, completely recognizable. Their clothes where battered and torn with massive cut marks throughout. One body was missing several limbs, while the other – seeming intact – was just beheaded.
He wept over the bodies of his parents. The image seemed to burn into his brain the longer her stared, until finally he ran away, back to his sisters room – back to the room where this horrific night had all started.
When he finally arrived at her room, he was shocked to find out that it was the only pristine room. No struggle, no blood, and most importantly... no body.
Sure that this meant the vampire had taken his sister as originally intended, Hazen quickly left the house. If he went to the authorities, he'd be put up for adoption. Having decided that his sister must still be alive somewhere and that the Vampires would have the answer, he couldn't waste his time anymore pretending to be part of a “Happy family.”
He resolved himself to not killing vampires, but instead finding a way to question them, finding a way to get the answers he needed. He wanted to find his sister – not go on a killing spree. He left his town and began to live by himself by relying on the support of various farms. When he didn't work on the farms, he took up a bladed-training regiment so that he could protect himself. He learned all the points of the human body that could be struck without dealing a killing blow. His new goal was to find his sister – even if that meant he had to go through one vampire at a time.
Personality: His personality is the type that is not afraid to get down and dirty. He has lived independently by himself ever since he lost his family, working on various farms and for various independent stores under different excuses. Always the hard worker, he has had to survive on the road in his travels in order to find his sister.
Outside of his work, however, his eyes are unsurprisingly lonely. On nights of the full moon, this is particularly true – he stares up at the moon with listless eyes, almost as if he were in a trance. He can do this for hours or just a few minutes, it does not necessarily matter to him.
However, while his eyes suggest the loneliness, his personality directly contradicts this. He'll try to keep a smile on his face to cover his concern. Furthermore, his personality can be described as “Constantly taking care of others” as he'll always look for a way to help others out. In the end, it's just a way to cover his loneliness as he tries to surround himself with people that appreciate him for his helpfulness.
Weapons, Powers etc: As a traveler, he must travel lightly. Therefore, his primary weapon is a long, silver blade. However, he does not allow his defenses to fall there. Understanding the folly of close-range combat, he also has multiple precision throwing knives that he uses freely. These are kept on various places throughout his body for quick, practical use. The first set of knives are located on his lower-left leg, to the left of the shin. The second set are on the front-right arm, allowing for another quick flip-grab. The last set is in a more typical location – directly on his chest.
(The following thread contains traces of gore, horror, supernatural themes and some nudity and is therefore rated M. Suitable for persons age 15 and over. Reader discretion is advised. )
☥ New Blood ☥
----☥ Introduction ☥----
The night is dark, but the world is far from dead… so to speak. The sun goes down and the moonlight shines on a world so very different to the one the humans see. Creatures of night walk in the shadows, they prey on the humans. For every being does what it can to survive. Most times they only take what they need to survive. And the victim is allowed to live. But sometimes these dark beautiful creatures grow greedy and savage. And their victims are left dry.
This night was one of the latter.
A house stands, surrounded by a field, nearby lies a forest. The house is silent. It is dark, no candle flame nor lantern shone within to indicate any signs of life. There was a family there… Two small children, three adults.
A mother, hair of deep brown, skin of smooth coffee cream, sleeping soundly by her husband. A man of honour, of valour, of love for his wife and their three daughters. He was a loving man, their lives simple and pleasant. That night they slept, their biggest trouble was finding their eldest daughter a suitable husband where she would be happy.
Their eldest slept down the hall, old enough for her own room. She was a sweet girl, who loved her mother, father and sisters. She spent her days helping her mother around the house with all the chores that needed doing. She sewed, and cleaned. She often accompanied her father to town to sell his goods. She enjoyed her life as it was. Her delicate human life.
Her sisters were only young, of 8 and 12 respectively. They loved their big sister and looked forward to following in her footsteps one day when they too were grown. They did as usual young girls did, played with wooden dolls, dressed up, and of course, ask a million questions and not listen to the answer.
Their family was an ordinary one, nothing about them stood out. And yet… This night to which they slept so soundly, with little regard for the night wanderers, the children of the darkness. They were chosen, they who were nothing more than humans. Mere mortals of which could do so much, and yet so little, the complex creatures they were who were in their society so simple… They were chosen. For noone would miss them.
There were two or three at most, sliding within shadows and flitting between the trees. They would not be seen, or heard. A window, found open and the creatures slipped inside, to find the warm bodies, breathing, hearts beating. Fangs glint in the moonlight, a gasp from their victims then silence. Heart beating no more. They each have their share, then come to the female. One of her, several of them… One jumps to take a bite of the pure nectar of her blood. A gasp! Blue eyes open, staring at the shadowy figures in the dim moonlight. Nothing but shadows. No voice is heard. Another wants to taste the beauty… He steps forward. A challenge is made. Quickly he is struck down. His blood is spilled. The human coughs, splutters, foreign blood in her mouth. Another takes a stand. Again a battle. More blood. More growls. So violent. So silent.
At last the shadow can take his prize! He mounts her, tasting her. His blood lust is raging. He wants her. More than one way. She is pure. Untouched. Her body is pure. Her blood is sweet. He is amorous in his kisses, yet she feels nothing but the cold. Her body dying. As he sucks out her warmth he begins to undress her. A final humiliation. She would be defiled. He laughs wickedly. His lust adamant. But he is distracted.
A dying shadow. One he cut down earlier, stands. With the last of his strength he finds a weapon. His companion lay dead. Head removed. To move no more. Vengeance is a dish best served cold. Blood. Shock. Then pain. Fallen to the side the lustful shadow is defeated. A hollow laugh escapes the lips of his attacker. Then he too falls. It is over.
The human lies in her bed, foreign blood soaked her as hers oozed from her neck, the light in her eyes was fading; little time was left. She knew she would never see the sunlight again. Nor smile with her father, laugh with her mother, play with her sisters… her sisters. Oh god. They had been killed too. Destroyed and murdered while they slept. The girl prayed that heaven had saved them. All of them. At least… she would see them soon… on the other side. Her body grew cold, she was exposed, through her ripped dress, but remained pure. Her eyes closed. The darkness consumed her once more. The pain that burned within her neck, that spread through her, was ebbing. She exhaled her very last breath. And the house lay silent still.
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Rules☥----
I. Follow the Terms of Use
II. Use some form of OOC when talking out of Character, and please try to keep it to the OOC Thread
III. PM your form to me, please.
IV. Please try your best to achieve some form of literacy. This means, use spell check, grammar and if I see l33t anywhere i will rip your colon out through your nose!!!
V. If you cause problems you will receive a warning, this is on a "three strikes and your out" basis, this means that if I have to talk to you three times, I will ask you to leave the roleplay.
VI. Try to keep the genders evenly balanced throughout the roleplay, please. I don't want it to be a sausage fest and I don't want it to be all women either.
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Things to know☥----
Here we go, as you guessed it, this is a vampire thread. And I want you to keep something in mind:
Things that affect Vampires:
Stakes through the heart
Decapitation
Sunlight (though they don’t get killed unless they’re exposed in the open for a long time ie, three full days. Think REALLY bad sunburn. Ouch.)
Things that do NOT affect Vampires:
Salt
Garlic
They don’t have to sleep in coffins
(Thanks!)
There’s two categories, you can be a Slayer or a Vampire:
Slayers have two factions:
Omega (who are an organization and believe ALL vampires are evil and MUST die) and
Inveera (who are a rogue faction and know that not all vampires are evil creatures)
And there are three Vampiric Clans:
Blood Moon, Silent Angel and Dragonica.
(The clans are like family to each other, but opposing clan members are considered as... well bad. But not so much that you'd leap out and attack them for no reason)
The Dragonica are said to be descended from Dragons. More specifically Vladmir Dracula (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vlad_III_the_Impaler) ('Dracul' being Romanian for 'Dragon') They traditionally are the stronger and colder more calculated of the three clans and have greater numbers.
The Silent Angels are more mystical and have stronger powers and such. They are descended from the exotic regions of India.
The Blood Moon are supposedly descended from Countess Elizabeth Báthory (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_B%C3%A1thory) aka "The Bloody Countess". They are more agile and savage in their hunting.
The Leaders of each clan are as yet undecided, I could assign a leader or you could create your own. But the leaders will have to include how they became the clan leader in their history. And be pretty old. With age comes power. And please use original characters. If I see ‘Lestat’ or ‘Edward Cullen’ … Well I take no responsibility for my actions! You have been warned! XD
You could also be a human that has yet to be turned or recruited.
This is not a modern or futuristic roleplay. It is set in a period time, however, some guns will be permitted. (If you’ve seen ‘van helsing’ with Hugh Jackman, the Slayers are an organization like that and with similar technology –NOT MUCH! :P But we’ll keep the special Ops out of this for now. :) )
PM to Join Please (If you aren't able to PM, then post below!)
- Ask any questions you like! And if you would like to reserve a spot then let me know which clan/order you prefer so I can pencil you in.
- Also, please keep the population varied. I don't want everyone in S.A's because they have more powers.
- Anyone applying for LEADER position , bear in mind the colours of the Clans. Dragonica is green and black, Blood Moon is Red and Gold, and Silent Angel is White and Blue!
-LEADERS: remember who the previous leaders were, I also want OC for these characters too. XD So the LEADER ARE ALL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS! :)
Only Clan Leaders and The Heretic (characters) know the following information:
A phoenix reborn from fire,
New Blood born pure without Sire,
The Cattle rise to face the Lions,
Armed with fangs and claws of iron,
The Night Children's War descend,
To the Goddess the clans doth send,
A Heretic of formidable power,
The White Rose returns in Midnight Hour.
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Characters/Forms☥----
No Anime Pictures Please
Please insert image if you have one
Username:
Name:
Age:
Role: (if a Vamp, add Clan name, if a Slayer state your Order)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Physical Description: (Needs to be an actual written description.)
History:
Personality:
Weapons, Powers etc: (Weapons for Slayers, and Powers for Vamps.)
________♈________♈________♈________
----☥Accepted Forms ☥----
(The names written in grey are only possible characters, meaning they have not yet posted an ‘IC’ or Character Sheet)
Characters so far:
Slayers:
Order Omega
Leader: ???
Order Inveeral
Leader: ???
"Branthorn Darius" (Heirosyth)
"Hazen" (Katosu)
Vampires:
"Kaia de la Saille" (Winter) -The White Rose
"Azaezel" (DreamLand) -The Heretic/Black Rose/Leader of the White Rose Cult
Blood Moon
Clan Leader: "Gacen Cosat" (Serverus Ecru)
Silent Angel
Clan leader: "Caisatia Donovain" (RikhanaKasumi)
"Marquis of the Artctic" (Sunshine Green)
"Rayne" (InuyashaFandom)
Dragonica
Clan Leader: "Paul Xavier Vulcan" (written-loveless)
"Orion Ardel" (Hizeme Neko)
"Eudora M. Lucretius" (Sweet Silence)
Link to the IC thread: New Blood (http://role-player.net/topic/7217967/1/#new)
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc74/Axika_5526/The_Lightest_Dark_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg
Username: Winter
Name: Kaia de la Saille
Age: 20
Role: Vampire (no Clan. Her creation was accidental and her sires were all killed.
Gender: Fermale
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Description: Kaia stands at a slight 165cm, she is rather unassuming and gentle in her features. Her face is soft and open, her skin like fresh cream, she has often been described as an angel or a cherubim. Her hair a raven black it always seems to shimmer with and unnatural glow. She is gentle in her mannerisms, delicate and soft in her movements. She has the grace of a princess, and confidence in her step.
Her most stunning features are her eyes, they are blue like the skies in summer, and full of curiousity, she can gaze into another and seems to be looking into their very souls. She is curvaceous, with the figure of an hourglass and graces of a cat. She may not be tall or intimidating but the aura of power seeps from within her. It is both alluring and frightening.
History: Kaia was born in London to Elizabeth and Syrus Traven. Shortly after her birth her parents moved to the country. She was always a bright and happy child, brining joy to anyone she smiled at. People had said there was magic in her eyes, like she was blessed by the fairies when she was born. Her parents were most proud, they spoiled her but Kaia never went rotten, she grew to be a beautiful, charming and sweet young woman. She enjoyed carrying out chores with her mother and helping out her father. She loved her two sisters dearly. Caring for them and looking after them was a joy to her. She loved their country life…
One night it ended violently when the shadows (later she discovered them to be vampires) slipped in and killed them all while they slept. The fought over Kaia and the blood from their wounds was sprayed all about the room. And on Kaia herself. Her body accepted this blood, and after three days she awoke, with little but a blur to her memory. Her new life began.
Personality: A sweet and sensitive girl, Kaia does what she can to help people, after she was turned she became very much like a kitten, curious an playful. She would climb the tallest tree to see its branches, She would dive to the deepest rock pool to see what lay at the bottom…
Before she became a Night Child she was greatly shy about her appearance, but now she can hear and see all of nature’s beauty. She feels that she should be natural, and would be naked all the time were she not told to wear something.
Powers: Siren Song (the ability to entrance any creature with her voice)
Enchanting Gaze (much like siren song but with her eyes)
Passion Bite (gives extreme pleasure to the victim when biting so that the victim WANTS to be bitten)
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Heirosyth
Name: Branthorn Darius (just goes by "Brant")
Age: 42
Role: 7 year veteran of Inveera, former member of Omega.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Physical Description: Brant is a clean-shaven man who has managed to maintain a kind of ageless appearance in his strong-jawed, handsome face. His skin is pale and has survived the years in good condition, as he was never a fan of the sun, and thus never exposed himself to the sun damage that he normally would've incurred. So he has a kind of fair and noble appearance to him as well that makes him seem younger than he really is.
His eyes are surrounded by dark circles, hinting at the hardships he has endured in life, and granting them a serious and intimidating presence when he directs his glare upon someone. Up close, one can see streaks of white cutting through the stone-gray orbs like lightning across a stormy sea. His eyes are powerful, but betray little. Others usually gets the very obvious impression that there is a great deal going on behind them, even if those thoughts are nearly impossible to read.
He sports gray streaks that run down the sides of his dark mane, with another coming from the top of his forehead. The rest of his hair is a jet-black color, and comes down to his shoulder blades, but is usually tied back neatly into a tail. He never sports any facial hair unless he hasn't been able to shave.
His appearance is one of a decently sized man: broad shoulders, athletic physique, standing around six feet tall. He is always seen with a hooded Highway Man's cloak of heavy midnight cloth, held together with black steel clasp that has a blood gem set in its center. In the daytime he's never seen without his "shades"--custom-crafted smoke-lens spectacles--as he detests the sunlight on account of the fact that he is actually much more sensitive to light than your average person, and can see exceptionally well in the dark. He wears a silver ring on each finger, the one on his right being that of a dragon's head with glittering garnet eyes, the one on his left hand being that of Celtic cross surrounded by a serpent. A concealed four-inch pendant that from a distance appears to be a cross, but up close is revealed to be a silver dagger dangles upon a silver chain that hangs around his neck. The "dagger pendant" has a "wyrm" twisted around the length of the blade, with runes upon its skin, it's claws stretching out from the crossbar of the "hilt" and its head at the intersection of the cross.
Around his neck is tattooed a string of mystical characters in Aramaic, and down his back are inked six crossed blades with a line of Vedic Sanskrit upon each of them. Upon his chest are three visible sets of scars: one that cuts into his right side, one that proceeds for a length of six inches in straight arc across his stomach, and one that is actually a pair of scars that look like they were dug in together upon his left shoulder at the base of his neck. He keeps all of these markings concealed whenever possible.
The rest of his attire consists of rugged pants, and a button-down collared shirt that can pass as "dressy" being of a finer material than the pants. In colder seasons, he keeps his hands in leather gloves and a scarf around his neck. He never wears a hat. His overall appearance is one that exudes an aura of class combined with a casual air.
History: Brant conceals a dark past. He was once married with a family, but lost his wife and children over ten years ago in a brutal attack one night that left him lying upon the hard, trampled ground within sight of the glowing torchlights and pealing noises of a nearby fair that they had just come from after an evening of fun one summer eve. The assailants struck like lions out of the shadows, fiercely and brutally cutting down he and his young wife with blades, clubs, and fists. His two young sons, one 7, one 9, both of them innocent and smiling in the youth of their lives, were lifted screaming and crying for help before they could even think to run. The sounds of his wife's sobbing and pleas for help joined the little ones' chorus as her dress was shredded and ripped open with pieces of it fluttering to the ground.
Icy hands, as hard as granite stone, held Brant down with the right side of his face pressed into the dirt, the weight of his adversary (though it could've been more than one) pinning him so that he couldn't do more than futilely struggle in vain. In this position, he was forced to listen to the gut-wrenching sounds of their feasting, as they tore into the throat and body of his wife, and drank gluttonously from the young blood of his sons, filling their gullets like greedy pigs. He would've been next, but a passing party of friends who were also leaving the fair approached the scene. Like jackals, the vampires dashed off into the night, their bellies full of the rich blood of his family, leaving only their beaten, raped and drained corpses behind to the shock and horror of those passers-by. They immediately sent for a priest and doctor, and while Brant did get better on the surface (physically) these wounds went much deeper than the skin...
Three days later, Brant began his search for answers from anyone he could get them from: God, religion, philosophy, ancient texts, and finally the fraternal Orders of Vampire Hunters known as the Omega and Inverra. He initially found a group of like-minded individuals in the Omega Order, many of whom shared his burning desire to get revenge upon the ones who hunted them in the night. For three years, he crusaded with them and perfected his martial talents against the undead, learning everything he could from about how to kill a vampire, but in all of his time, he could never find one who knew anything about the killings of his family. He was called the "Interrogator" by the Order, because he questioned every vampire he encountered the same way in the moments before he slew them.
Three years and no answers brought him to the realization that he was getting nowhere. One night, he came across a group of travelers in a tavern not far from where his family was cut down. The tavern itself looked to be mostly vacant, save for this group, and it was out in the middle of the country, at least a good two days from any nearby village or town. Brant blended in with the others who were dressed like gentlemen and ladies of some significance. They wore finery and regal attire that was quite out of place with where they were. No drinks or food was served, nor were there any servants noticeably present. Brant recognized as he listened to them talk that he was among an entire group of vampires, and they had not recognized him as human, apparently presuming him to be one of their own!
Relying on this opportunity, he remained quiet and listened to their conversations, their stories and their boasts. Eventually, he heard about an "incident" at a fair that occurred a few years ago at this very location, and the name of one of the vampires was mentioned. As Brant stepped forward, approaching the group, unable to contain his excitement at possibly finding out at last a clue as to the whereabouts of his elusive quarry, he was quickly seized and pulled out of the room through a back door behind him. Unsheathing his blade to mete out his sudden frustration with his assailant, he came face to face with a pair of fangs and glowing green eyes. A cruel, icy hand struggled to keep the glimmering tip of his blade inches from the pale, marble neck of his adversary, who hissed and said, "I recognize you... but if you kill me, you'll never find the ones you seek."
Brant was taken aback at this and lost his momentum, stepping back away from the vampire, who let him go. The two eyed each other warily, and then the Hunter demanded simply, "Take me to them." The vampire, whose name is not known to any but Brant, did just that, and after six months, with the vampire's help, Brant took vengeance upon those who cut down and drained his family, nearly five years after that bloody event. In exchange for the vampire's help, Brant agreed to join the Order of Inverra, realizing that perhaps most, but not all vampires deserved death--a realization that the Order Omega could not abide.
Since then, Brant has learned much of the ways of Vampires, and has realized that blending in, and being able to move among them is sometimes a greater asset than being able to hunt them. Now he walks a fine line between the world of eternal night, and that of his fellow mortals, precariously close to the creatures he even now stalks in the name of vengeance and justice.
Personality: Brant is an enigmatically brooding and quiet character, but he is also intelligent and calculating. He has trained himself to mimic many of the characteristics and traits of vampires themselves, and so has been easily mistaken for one of them by both vampire and mortal on more than one occasion. It is not easy to ascertain his true emotions and intent, but his eyes betray a focus and purpose that his facial features conceal. He has found no peace in his world since his family died, and moves like a wanderer between the past he knew and a future that seems as mysterious him as he appears to others. Brant holds to his beliefs, but has seen too much to fit into normal society anymore, and so often seeks solitude and operates mostly at night now, instead of the daytime, which does little to endear him to his fellow man. He is alone between worlds and fully recognizes that this leaves him more vulnerable, but he is prepared for that.
Weapons: Brant's greatest weapon is his extensive knowledge and experience on both sides of the "Hunter/Vampire" equation. He knows considerably more about the clans than he will let on, and knows the tell-tale signs of a Hunter and so he knows how NOT to appear as one. He is a master of subtlety and deception, possessing the infinite patience of an older man, and the wisdom and learning that come with years. His weapon of choice is a rapier, but he is never seen with one. Instead he has a walking-stick he's quite fond of. He carries vials of blood, holy water, and a small pocket journal of notes for the tending of wounds, the names of clans and their members, and known places of meeting and hunting as well as many other hard-won bits of knowledge. He also has a hunting knife for skinning and sharpening purposes, but he is adept enough to use it in combat if need be. Along with this, Brant is a very knowledgeable woodsman and his preferred method for capturing wild game sheds some light on the methods he employs with equal effectiveness on the vampires he hunts...
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username- HizemeNeko
Name-Orion Ardel
Age-27
Role- Vampire, Dragonica
Gender-Male
Sexuality- No preference, whether gender or age.
Physical Description-
Orion Arel stands at 6'3 and well built. (im not good with weight lol) His stance is laid back but prideful. He has long dark black hair. It lays around his neck in silky strands and he is often seen blowing stray strands out of his eyes. His eyes are swirling gray, and always on alert, though you couldnt tell by looking at him. They sink into his face, but not in a sickly way. They are lined with what looks like eyesliner but it is natural giving his pale face a strange look. It's appealing yet, curious.
His skin is moonkissed and very hard. Not rough, it is smooth but it is hard.
He wears a pair of black slacks and a dark green button up shirt, which he keeps the top four buttons opened, revealing his chest. His chest has a dark scar that forms wicked letters that spell Limitless. He wears a plain thin black belt with a silver buckle. he also wears a silver ring with emeralds laid into the side in the center is a large D signifying his loyalty to the clan Dragonica. He perfers to go barefoot. He says it helps him feel the earth move as he moves.
He tends to keep up with the latest fashion.
History- Orion was born in iceland by the name of Fridmar. He was living with a loving mother and father until he was about three years old. He had baby blue eyes and dark brunnette curly hair. A vampire by the name of Ardel came one night. It was a stormy night. The sky was gray and clouded with darkness.
It wasnt raining yet but it was extremely windy.
It was dark and the household was sleeping. The vampire named Ardel came in and killed the parents of the sleeping baby. It was quick and ruthless, Without mercy. But when Ardel turned his black eyes to the baby he smirked, his pale lips twisting into one corner. He quickly and gently scooped up fridrick the human baby. He walked outside and stared into the grey sky. ardle smirked once more before turning the little baby into one of his kind. a vampire. It was a difficult process in a small child. To make sure the child woke again, their bodies were still so weak. But that's what made strong vampires. Their weakness turned to strength. It was when the first rain cloud opened up that Orion the vampire was born. The baby blue eyes colored into a silver like the sky and the dark curly hair grew to a long, straight and silky black.
Orion. The name meant limited, boundary. That's what was so ironic. Orion didnt have limits, and if he did they were stretched beyond belief. Orion, when he turned twelve took a last name. The name of his sire. Orion grew up in the clan with high standing. He was one of the higher ups in training, He was going to be a great leader. Ardel, an officer in the clan, would not have his fledgling to be treated like any other fledgling. Orion was gifted, he was special.
When Orion was seventeen he went through a series of trials to test his loyalty and strengths. If passed it finally considered him an adult, a member, not just another vampire child of the clan.
That was also when he got the ring on his finger and scar on his chest.
He chose a scar instead of a tatoo. He wanted to prove that he would destroy everything his name put ion him. It put boundaries, it limited him, it held him back. Nothing would hold him back he was limitless.
The next years were him just living his life, pushing himself each day. Hopefully one day, he would surpass his Sire. The path he was on now proved that wasnt far off.
Personality-
Orion is quiet though inside hes always contemplating something, always calcualting something, always gathering information, watching his surroundings. He was calm cool and collected. His face semed to own a permanant smirk. He often could be caught making a higher up feeling beneath him. He was cocky and prideful, and he held himself in such a way that demanded respect but at the same time asked for it. And he was respected. Though part of orion was gentle and there was a bit of kindness in him. He was wise beyond his years, and yet he had a playful side. In battle he was focused. Never was he a step behind, always a step ahead. He never lost concentration. Nothing could stop him from finishing a task if he wanted it done. Nothing.
Orion was also quite the sexual predater. He didnt just prey on women, or men but younger humans too. He only knew the smell of their blood and the feel of their warm flesh.
But overall Orion was a gentleman. He perferred to be invited rather than force his way in. Not that it was any trouble to push his way in but he always thought it was better to have class.
Weapons, powers, etc.- He carries a beautiful dagger in the back of his pants, with emeralds in laid in them. Other than that he does not carry weapons. He has extremely strong physical attributes and brain power. He perfers hand to hand combat.
There is something strange about orion though, he is so stroing and fast, and powerful, and intellegent it makes you wonder whether he really is a vampire and not something else.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Serverus Ecru
Name: Gacen Cosat
Age: 2,000
Role: Vampire, Blood Moon
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferences: Females with blood; Shemales are sweet too lolz!
Physical Description:
Gacen is 6'7 with a muscular body like iron. His skin is light bronze with eyes the color of sand. He has long dread locks that fall to his middle back. His Hanna tattoos wrap beautifully around his chest, back, and sketch to his hands and fingers. His attire is mostly made of a rugged leather cuirass with tough boots to match.
History:
1170 years ago, Gacen lived in the Predynistic period of Egpyt. He was a famous hunter that earned a living in the Gerzean Culture, named after the site of Gerza. In those times water and food was scarce. Garcen was one of the strongest warriors in Gerza; a man born to shed blood. One night he came home from a successful hunt, to find his lovely wife Amratia; lying on their mat with blood seaming from her throat. Gacen was irate and perplexed. He plotted deviously to kill the person that murdered his love.
One day he found his nemesis: the legendary and ancient Queen of The Blood Moon herself: The Bloody Countess. With anger and emotion Gacen, pulled his swords to cut her down; but she did not fear his mortal blades; yet she respected his fearless strength. She then offered him something that his mortal wife could never give him: a chance to taste the bitter fruits of immortality. He refused at first; but a year later after she stalked him in the desert; he finally gave into her beauty; allowing her to give him his bite of transformation.
Now Centuries later, Gacen Cosat has worked his way to being one of Elizabeth's most promising and talented heirs. Although Elizabeth is now dead; his agility and wisdom has made him rise above the hunting ranks. He has become a legendary Vanguard in his day: avant-garde of the Blood Moon Clan.
Personality:
He is soft spoken, yet his attitude is furious when in battle. When you look into his beige eyes you see the past. When he speaks you hear ancient wisdom and linguistics; a cultural beauty that has been erased for ages. Even though his heart is cold from his many years of Vampirism; he can still find good in vampires and humanity; thus you would not want to cross his compassion; for such is an abomination. He is one you would want on your side if in conflict and one you would run from if opposing his purpose.
Weaponry:
He wields a katana blade that he stole from a Samurai he killed in the 12th Century. Indeed he has learned through time to hone such ancient steel if needed; he is a master with weaponry, thus making him a carnivorous bladesman.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Sunshine Green
Name: Marquis of the Artctic (Known as Mark)
Age: He quit counting
Role: Vampire, Silent Angels
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Description:
His eyes are fierce and almond shaped with a cold azure blue colour. His hair is white and goes down to his shoulders in a straight fashion. His nose is barely visible and sits straight above his thin lips. If you were ever to study him closely, you would find two small marks on his neck. His skin is flawless, almost like porcelain.
The description tall, dark and handsome describes him well. He’s 6’4’’ tall, noticeably muscular and walks around like a ghost, like he’s hovering over the floor. He has long fingers which he often taps against each other.
When he reads he uses glasses. Not because he needs them, but they give him a sense of mortality. He mostly wears a dark coloured suit, which makes him look like a young gentleman. He has a silver chain hanging from his neck with a silver snowflake occupied with sapphires.
He usually sends a cold glare at strangers, which usually scares them away.
When he’s relaxed he usually stand up with his arms slightly back, his shoulders down and his legs slightly spread.
History:
Mark was a traveller in his mortal life. An Aristocrat of English breed, travelling the world in his young years. He travelled to most of Europe and parts of Asia where he collected various items, such as books and other antiques. It was in Greenland he met his soon to be Sire, a man known to the world as Chenga.
Right from the beginning Mark was intrigued by the grace and beauty of this man and soon enough they became lovers. Chenga's life fascinated Mark so much, that one day Chenga decided to share it. Against his will Mark was turned into a dark creature, now having to feast on the weak and the innocent.
Mark left Chenga immediately.
It took him many years of walking before he found the Silent Angles who took him in. Now he lives with them in peace, only feeding when he needs to.
Personality:
Mark can seem cold and heartless to some, but that would only be because they don't know him. Behind his facade of ice he has a warm and loving soul, enjoying the better things in life. He hates having to decide between two things and so he tries to have as much of everything he likes as possible.
Mark has a thing for reading; he has always liked it and does some writing of his own. A closet poet if you need.
Mark tries to deny it but he is an aristocrat at heart. Even when he hunts, he goes for the higher ranked members of society. His taste is rich, and again, he loves the better things in 'life'.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Sweet Silence
Name: Eudora M. Lucretius
If you want the coloured version please tell me... oh & the image is only basis for the appearance for my character.
Age: 900+ (time is of no significance to her)
Role: Vampire of Dragonica Clan
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Mostly heterosexual, she is picky with her women.
Physical Description: Eudora has a slender and athletic but voluptuous figure. She has a delicate face and black raven hair that fall in soft waves past her shoulders. Her striking amber eyes obtained a peculiar golden shine over the centuries, which is possibly why she wears a sheer black veil once in a while.
Standing at five foot five she moves with natural confidence and an unconscious seductive grace. She knows her body well and at times uses, what you call feminine wiles, otherwise known to her as natural resources.
History: For Eudora her own past seems like ancient history, her mortal life is rarely spoken of as it was bitter towards the end.
Eudora's birthplace is Rome but due her father’s sudden death and since he was a man of great stature in the Republic of Rome, for her and her mother’s safety she moved to Britain. Spoiled and brought up in aristocracy as her mother was a Duchess of Cornwall, Eudora had an arranged marriage to an Archduke when she was only five. This to-be-Archduchess was well educated, primed and pampered to be apt of her future status.
As a mortal, Eudora was a delicate and gentle girl. She was also bubbly and always full of laughter. No stranger or friend could ever remain angry or saddened around her, neither could her mother for that matter. Gifted with beauty and despite her known betroth with the Archduke, many men asked for her hand but were refused by her family.
She did not dislike her fiancé but neither did she like him. And so on one impulsive night approaching her fourteenth birthday with the man she called her beloved- wordlessly, she eloped to the far away countryside to start anew. A decision Eudora never regretted even till this day, after so many centuries the only regret she had was that they did not flee far enough.
On a beautiful afternoon waiting for her love to return, a crazed man- no- a crazed monster trespassed into her cottage. A monster too fast to be fought off by any mortal pinned her to the floor in a one swift movement and punctured her neck. Her struggles were futile as he drained not only one life force but two. Eudora's and an unborn child. In her last minute of existence, her love returned- she was allowed only a glimpse of his animated form before the monster leaped up, launching itself at him and next a sickening snap was all she heard before fading into unconsciousness.
Pain. Pain at her neck brought her back from the brink of death, her eyes fluttered open, icy blue eyes imprinted into her mortal mind as the last of her mortal memories. The stranger's painstakingly luxurious voice with a hint of an accent she could not identify asked, “If given the chance for vengeance, my lady, would you take it?”
Eudora’s last gasp was a feeble, “Yes.”
Her sluggish mortal memory only recalled the sweet liquid she tasted before she woke up once more but in the basement of an abandoned mansion. Never to hear of or set eyes on her sire again. Eudora rose again that night as a child bound by darkness and driven by bitter vindication.
After her sweet vengeance was fulfilled, she drowned herself in great power, knowledge, and wealth. To forgo her bitter mortal momory, she spent her nights in debauchery with mortals and her own kind.
In her most recent six centuries of her new life, she has done much travelling- exploring, meeting others of her kind and hunting slayers from time to time. Within the Dragonica Clan, Eudora has gradually become a notoriously powerful and influential member upon her initiation.
Personality: Eudora is an unnervingly tranquil character, learned from all her centuries of this life, she is utterly ruthless when angered. Beneath her formidable indifference, Eudora is very observant and can be cunning and calculating.
Heronly weakness, other than the ones that come attached to being a vampire, is children which is only logical as she lost her own in such tragedy. Only a few know of this and those who have this knowledge have been sent to their graves by her own bare hands. Outsiders believe that Eudora has taken a liking to the sweetness of children’s blood and hence the orphanages she has funded across the world. She encouraged the clans and slayers to believe so. Only the children know otherwise but of course no one would believe the children.
Weapons, Powers etc: Trained in combat, Eudora carries a pair of concealed sais at all times, and sometimes a shotgun at her garter. Her powers are illusions/mind tricks and seduction.
=====xXx==========xXx==========xXx==========xXx=== ==
Username: Katosu
Name: Hazen
Age: 18
Role: Inveera Recruit
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Physical Description:
Height: 5'10''
Weight: Around 190
Build: Medium, lean muscle
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Skin tone: dark tan
His face is surprisingly blemish-free and is still a little kiddish for his age. He carries himself surprisingly well, but is known to bend a bit at the waist when going into a run or a lunge.
History:
Originally, his family was very “Typical” and “Normal.” His father was a doctor and his mother was the typical stay-at-home mom, his family was one that was blessed with peace and happiness, living silently on the outskirts of the city.
His older sister, age 18 at the time that he was age 8, already had men courting her. She was said to be an incomparable beauty. Thanks to this, his family was caught up at the time in figuring out exactly who she should marry. Even their own greed would get the best of them – after all, how could you resist some of these men who brought such promises of fortune to the foot of the family?
But while the parents where distracted by those who brought the promises of light, they could not see the one in the shadows who sought to drag his sister into the abyss.
One night, as the moon bathed the land in a white glow, while they all slept peacefully in their beds, the shadow finally made his move. The shadow went straight for his Sister's room with only one thing on his mind: To make the woman his.
However, that night might not have been the best of nights. Hazen strolled the hallways with a glass of cold water in his hand, rubbing his eyes. He had woken up from a bad dream, and was still working on calming himself as he walked back to the room. He saw his Sister's door hanging open, and peered inside with curiosity.
Inside, he saw the Vampire lifting his sister up. Taking her out of the bed slowly. He bared his fangs towards her neck, salivating at the prospect of her fresh, innocent blood. The glass seemed to slip from his hand and shattered upon the floor.
The vampire froze up, turning slowly to look at him. The one thing that he saw in that face – the one thing he could not possible forget... Two crimson eyes, darker than blood, glaring at him, seeming to pierce through the darkness to find its target.
Hazen stumbled backwards. Two figures – his parents – stood at both his sides. He smiled up at them – surely they could do something. His father looked to the vampire, and then down to the son. The father gave a grim nod, and Hazen was knocked unconscious.
He woke up the next day with a hazy head. Not realizing what had happened, he quickly got to his feet and went back to the house. Afraid of what awaited him within, he entered the house. What he found would be permanently impressed upon his brain. The hallway was stained with blood, with two bodies laid out, completely lifeless. Terror overtook his eyes as he looked over to their faces – they where scratched out, drenched in blood, completely recognizable. Their clothes where battered and torn with massive cut marks throughout. One body was missing several limbs, while the other – seeming intact – was just beheaded.
He wept over the bodies of his parents. The image seemed to burn into his brain the longer her stared, until finally he ran away, back to his sisters room – back to the room where this horrific night had all started.
When he finally arrived at her room, he was shocked to find out that it was the only pristine room. No struggle, no blood, and most importantly... no body.
Sure that this meant the vampire had taken his sister as originally intended, Hazen quickly left the house. If he went to the authorities, he'd be put up for adoption. Having decided that his sister must still be alive somewhere and that the Vampires would have the answer, he couldn't waste his time anymore pretending to be part of a “Happy family.”
He resolved himself to not killing vampires, but instead finding a way to question them, finding a way to get the answers he needed. He wanted to find his sister – not go on a killing spree. He left his town and began to live by himself by relying on the support of various farms. When he didn't work on the farms, he took up a bladed-training regiment so that he could protect himself. He learned all the points of the human body that could be struck without dealing a killing blow. His new goal was to find his sister – even if that meant he had to go through one vampire at a time.
Personality: His personality is the type that is not afraid to get down and dirty. He has lived independently by himself ever since he lost his family, working on various farms and for various independent stores under different excuses. Always the hard worker, he has had to survive on the road in his travels in order to find his sister.
Outside of his work, however, his eyes are unsurprisingly lonely. On nights of the full moon, this is particularly true – he stares up at the moon with listless eyes, almost as if he were in a trance. He can do this for hours or just a few minutes, it does not necessarily matter to him.
However, while his eyes suggest the loneliness, his personality directly contradicts this. He'll try to keep a smile on his face to cover his concern. Furthermore, his personality can be described as “Constantly taking care of others” as he'll always look for a way to help others out. In the end, it's just a way to cover his loneliness as he tries to surround himself with people that appreciate him for his helpfulness.
Weapons, Powers etc: As a traveler, he must travel lightly. Therefore, his primary weapon is a long, silver blade. However, he does not allow his defenses to fall there. Understanding the folly of close-range combat, he also has multiple precision throwing knives that he uses freely. These are kept on various places throughout his body for quick, practical use. The first set of knives are located on his lower-left leg, to the left of the shin. The second set are on the front-right arm, allowing for another quick flip-grab. The last set is in a more typical location – directly on his chest.