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    HOOOOWDY!!! Thought I'd make a vampire RP (again) so here it is! Just throw in your CS and I'll be sure to nag to death if I'm not ok with the CS . Happy readin'!!

    Got any questions? Send me a PM, don't litter the thread with useless OOCs.

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    Curse of a Vampire

    Vampires exist, it is a fact which you can not overwrite. They are not monsters who only live to drink blood, they are sophisticated beings with actual socities coexisting with humans among the bustling of the cities.

    Ancient lores tell that there exists a supreme vampire somewhere out there. The vampire's name has been told to be Vlad Tepes, although you most likely know him by a better name: Dracula. Most of the humans do not believe this tale, although some of them persist on acknowledging Dracula as a real being. They are fanatics who find vampires ”cool” and who are also the architects behind the ridiculous rumors that vampires are vulnerable to this 'holy water', garlic and crosses. Some of them even say that they've been bit by Dracula, these are all lies however. For in reality, Dracula does not drink human blood. Instead, he drinks the blood of vampires. This raises a question then: if Dracula was the first vampire, whose blood did he drink first? The answer is simple. Dracula was indeed the first vampire, but there was also another one who was born right after him.

    She is simply named Adelaide, and she is a vampire too. Adelaide was the one who started drinking human blood so she was the one who actually birthed the vampire race. Dracula never had anything to do with it, he only kept consuming his own kin. Even his own son, Alucard, fell as his victim. He acted as the judge who controlled the population of the vampires. Dracula never drank his victims empty though, they are of no use to him dead after all. There exists a lore about Dracula among the vampires, it is a premonition of apocalypse to most. It is said that Dracula has been sleeping for over a millennium now and when he wakes up, he will devour all the vampires. Whether it is true or not, is something both Adelaide and Alucard are concerned about.

    Even though Dracula didn't have much to do with the birth of vampires, every single vampire still possesses a trait from Dracula. His savage nature to be more precise. The vampires simply call it ”Beast”. The Beast lies dormant inside every vampire and it may awake at any given time. The longer a vampire goes without blood, the higher the chance that the Beast takes control of him or her. If the Beast takes control of a vampire, he or she will become much like Dracula. They start consuming only vampire blood which eventually leads to becoming a mindless monster. Once under the control of the Beast, the vampire gains immense physical strength and the vampire's dark powers are enhanced.

    If a vampire is completely controlled by the Beast, and has turned into a monster, they are considered outcasts with no hope. So if a vampire goes rampant, the other vampires will hunt it down. This is a rule set by Adelaide, no mercy for the wicked. These individuals are called Crixes (See-rixes, singular: Crix (See-rix)) and their numbers only keep increasing. The outbreak of the Crixes happened during the 1940s, during the end of the Second World War. Suddenly, more and more vampires started turning into Crixes. By now the Crixes have created a clan for themselves: Beast's Childe. It is a clan which only accepts ”those who have embraced their inner Beast”, in other words you must be a Crix in order to join. The biggest giveaway of a Crix is their eyes, they are like lizard's eyes with an amber color.

    Vampire hunters are the single, biggest threat after the sun to vampires. They are skilled and ruthless in their work. They spare no one, no matter what kind of a vampire you are, they hunt you down. Even though vampires are much stronger than humans, possess devastating powers and have a high durability, they also have weaknesses which the vampire hunters use effectively. A single, experienced vampire hunter can take out a vampire before sustaining even a single hit. They have the means to kill a vampire, and they use them rigorously. The vampire hunters have their own guild: ”Disciples of the Holy Cross” which makes them sound like a crazy cult.. which they are if you ask a vampire.

    All hope for vampires seems to be lost since everything out there tries to kill them. However this is the harsh truth about being a vampire, it is a constant struggle for survival. Of course, there are some quite neat sides about being a vampire. First off, their powers. Vampires can not transform into bats or such, but they can climb through walls as easily as a spider. They see in dark and have excellent agility and alerted senses. Couple those with physical prowess and you'll be boasting how damn good you are. Needless to say, but someone would definitely end your afterlife if you did that.

    Vampires have multiple weaknesses, some could say that vampires are actually more vulnerable than humans. The Disciples of the Holy Cross have developed bullets which contain UV radiation inside them, it's like getting hit by a direct ray of light from the sun.. meaning instant death. Silver bullets are also lethal but you can sustain a few hits before dying. Normal bullets hurt although they won't kill you. Catch a sunrise and you're dead. Bladed weapons hurt too, especially silver ones. Fire is also lethal to vampires, avoid it at all costs. However as mentioned earlier: crosses, holy water, garlic or such have no effect on vampires.

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    PLOT
    Vampires exist all around the globe. Now their existance is threatened to be revealed by the Beast's Childe -clan. They do it simply by revealing themselves to humans and leaving witnesses. No one knows why the hell they choose to show themselves to humans, but Adelaide is dead-set to find out. If the humans realise vampires truly exist, it would mean the end of vampires.
    Alucard on the other hand doesn't care about the Beast's Childe clan. Instead, he has focused his resources on finding Dracula.. and finishing him off for good. He has his reasons which he won't reveal but anyone can figure out that he's out for revenge.

    You have been chosen for a mission based on your skills as a vampire. This mission's briefing is held in the HQ, right in the conference room where most meetings are held (50th floor). The way you arrive and receive the invitation is yours to decide, you just need to get there.

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    Besides creating the vampire race, Adelaide also created vampire societies, and eventually created the different branches of vampires with Alucard's help.

    Branches: ((3 new branches! ))

    Barha: Barhas are physically the second strongest of the vampire branches. They are aces in combat but lack in all the other departments. They are arrogant brutes who have a clear anarchist soul in them. They are usually the ones who dart off headlong into battle and get themselves killed either first or in some cases last. Either way, Barhas are considered rather stupid. Of course not all of them are, but stereotypically speaking yes. Barhas are the most common branch of vampires.

    Relgan: Relgans are quite similar to Barhas, however they are much more beast like. The Beast inside them is completely out of control, it can take over at any given time. Even if Relgan do drink blood often, the Beast can take control. It is a curse and a blessing for them. Because the Beast is so strong inside them, it has an influence to their appearance and powers. Relgans can grow claws and fangs to become more beastly, this is the closest they can get without transforming. Like it was stated, transformation is not possible. But because the Beast is strong within them, Relgans are the most susceptible to turning into a Crix. Relgans are also common among the vampires.

    Likava: Likavas are the strangest of the branches. They have gone simply mad, and yet they are somehow on some bizarre level.. geniuses. They can see to the future, present and past at the same time, this simply creates a vortex inside their heads. Some of them speak with a very weird language, using bizarre metaphors to describe everyone and everything (example: ”The one who has face and yet does not have.” ← This Likava is calling someone a liar). Likavas have a poetic nature, it usually comes from the background of the Likava when they were human. Surprisingly, most of the Likavas were writers when they were humans. This does not fit for all Likavas of course, there are also the regular madjobs: Split personalities (highest one has been 14), schizophrenia etc. They say that every tenth vampire is a Likava.
    (( This branch is hard. Coming up with ”clever” metaphors, acting both insane and genius at the same time isn't that easy. Think hard before choosing this. It won't be an easy ride.. but it sure as hell will be rewarding . If you aren't afraid of a challenge, try it out! ))

    Toreano: Toreanos are elegant and sophisticated. They are most involved with the human world, by clubbing all night long. They are laid-back and flirtatious, as if they aren't even vampires. However because of their ”abilities”, making connections in the human world is quite easy. Even vampires require money to survive, humans are the key to acquiring it. Toreanos aren't too capable when it comes to combat, that is why they tend to avoid it all together. If there's nowhere else to go, a Toreano will fight. They prefer using weapons like guns rather than their strength to overcome their opponents. Toreanos are quite common as a branch.

    Remetian: Remetians have their own society build up inside the whole vampire society. They are infamous of their blood magic. By drinking blood, they enhance their powers and gain the ability to control other people's blood. Most lethal way for their magic is to make the target's blood boil and eventually explode. There are many different ways to use the blood magic, even the most advanced Remetians do not know all the different methods to use blood magic. Remetians are revered among the vampires, not many wish to even converse with them. They are also quite rare among vampires, it is a gift to be ”born” as a Remetian.

    Vertrue: Vertrues are the jacks-of-all-trades among the branches. Vertrues are usually ”nobles” among vampires and to make matters worst, they are usually filthy rich. Because of their nature, they are rather serious and tend not to kid around like Toreanos. They act on instinct and business sense. Vertrues also have a natural resistance against fire, no one knows why but it's been proven. It is easy to say that the Vertrues are priviledged, however it also means that the other branches do not like them too much. Some do, most don't, it's the way of the afterlife.

    Fallian: Fallians are mostly loners who prefer to do things their way. Their nature can be a bit similar to the Relgans but they won't have any violent Beast episodes (unless they go long without drinking blood). If a person has been a social outcast in their previous life, it's likely that he or she becomes a Fallian. Because of their nature to do things alone, Fallians don't care much about others. It's rare to see a Fallian team up with more than two vampires and it's even rarer to see a Fallian in a council meeting. Fallians can summon creatures from hell and command them to their will, just like necromancers in the old age. Occasionally the creature doesn't go back to hell, instead it sticks with the Fallian and thus they create an inseparable bond with each other.
    (( License to be bada** right here. The bad thing is that interaction with other RPers is going to be limited because of the Fallian's nature ))

    Saesvan: Saesvan's are somewhat common among the vampires. People who have had very tragic lives and/or have heavy regrets usually become Saesvans. Most common trait for all the Saesvans is their indifferent outlook on afterlife. In that way they are similar to Fallians but where Fallians don't care about others, Saesvans don't care about anything. They haven't lost their will to live, they just don't care anymore. However there have been a few Saesvans who have overcome this ”ill” state of mind, one of them being the council representative of the Saesvan. Saesvan's body has become a weapon itself since whatever a Saesvan touches, dies. This doesn't work against inanimate objects like walls of course but vampires, animals and humans are all vulnerable to it.

    Nosferatu: Nosferatus are considered the lowest of the lowest, and yet they are also the strongest. They share Dracula's bloodline the most and as such are deformed. They don't look human anymore and that's why they can't show themselves to humans. Their skin has turned saggy, their ears have curved to resemble a bat, their eyes are that of the Beast and their body is covered in boils, rotten skin tissue and scars. If a human saw a Nosferatu.. well let's just say that would be a bad thing for the vampire society. So, Nosferatus are limited to roaming the rooftops and sewers and are considered filthy monsters.. Is there anything to balance that? Yes, there is.
    Since the Nosferatu have the closest bloodline to Dracula, they are by far the strongest of all the other branches. A Nosferatu can challenge two vampire hunters head-on and emerge victorius. Their strength, speed and senses are otherworldly, plus they can turn invisible for a short amount of time. Nosferatus handle the information network in the vampire society, thus they are invaluable.

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    Okay! That's the intro, now here's some info etc.
    It's the year 2040. We live in America, New York. Only the name is as it is, you can come up with the rest of the city. That much I can say that it's one big city, filled with sewers and dark alleys. The usual stuff to make a vampire's life a tad easier. The vampires have their HQ located in the middle of the city, in a tall skyscraper owned by Adelaide. There are other places which are vampires-only, and as the years have went on, more and more vampire-only places have popped up. Rooftops are vampires best friends in this city. You can linger in human places too if you want, you just have to remember to keep that Beast within in chains.

    Adelaide runs the show so to speak. She is the head vampire, a kind of leader. Alucard is the second in charge. The council members are as follows:

    Council members
    Barha: Anatasko Razic (249 years, appears 20)
    Relgan: Jonathan ”Johnny” Hughes (85 years, appears 20-something)
    Likava: Alice Hughes/White/Clark (239 years, appears 20)
    Toreano: Jack Creedence (134 years, appears 30)
    Remetian: Carlo Maimone (508 years, appears 40)
    Vertrue: Dorian Harbinger (506 years, appears 30)
    Fallian: William D'Hrone (433 years, appears 11)
    Saesvan: Lao Fei (954 years, appears 50)
    Nosferatu: Shade (Age unknown, appears damn ugly)

    (( Shade stopped counting as the years went by, no one knows how old he is. Presumably he's older than the age combined of all the council members. ))

    Vampire's body starts to become weaker after 800 years but they still won't die. After 1400 years though, they are pretty much useless slabs of meat. Adelaide and Dracula are not affected by age (Alucard is to some extent). Nosferatus are a bit different because of their bloodline, in fact they are just like Alucard. Their body slowly becomes weaker but they never die of old age.

    I would like it if you could create the city little by little yourselves. Create buildings, parks, roads, something that still fits the scene. Don't go building a dang castle in the middle of the city! Just let everyone know when you add something noticeable to the city, otherwise we might miss it. You can create vampire-only places if you want.

    Now what comes to your characters..
    You are an underling of one of the council members, and a vampire of course. You can't start out as a human but you can describe your human life in your history and maybe have a few flashbacks in the RP.

    Feel free to throw in suggestions or stuff like that. You know the deal, right? What comes to rules then.. I demand average posts! 3 paragraphs is ok! Aaaand I don't mind if you show off just don't get carried away! Them vampire hunters are out there!

    Keywords:
    Dracula
    Adelaide
    Alucard
    Beast's Childe -clan
    Disciples of the Holy Cross -guild
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    Character sheet!

    Name:
    Age:
    Gender:
    Branch(Barha, Relgan, Likava, Toreano, Remetian, Vertrue, Fallian, Saesvan or Nosferatu):
    Dark Power(s) (Get creative. It can be pretty much anything. + points if it has something to do with the branch you've chosen. Max 3):
    Weapon(s):
    Appearance(I like pics but descriptions are fine too. Pics help me remember better.. maybe):
    History(Feel free to write about your character's past when he/she was a human etc. You know the deal ):

    PS. Remove the stuff in the brackets, ok? They only confuse.

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    Here's my sheet-o!! Probably my deepest character to this day . Might be the longest one too.

    Character sheet!

    Name: Michael Colt (Mike among his now deceased friends)
    Age: 82 (35 human years)
    Gender: Male
    Branch: Saesvan
    Dark Power:

    Ash Form - Michael's whole body can turn into an ash-like substance that floats in the air like smoke. He can turn his body into ash at will, thus enabling him to attack even from distance. The form also allows him to pass through a wall, assuming the wall has holes where small ash particles can go through. The ash form can last around 30 minutes at max, after that Michael begins to lose his actual form. He has no real weapons, just the curse all the Saesvans possess: a lethal touch. Combining the touch and his ash form are the only weapons he has.

    His lethal touch can't be used all the time. It needs to "recharge" before it can be used again.

    Weapon(s): None.
    Appearance:

    (( No idea who to credit since this was a random find ))

    Michael's hair is light brown and somewhat messy, some of the front hair falls over his forehead. He doesn't bother combing it anymore. His eyes are deep blue color, making him all the more ”deep thinker” kind of guy. He has let a sharp stubble grow around his jaw and chin.
    Michael is known of his shabby clothing and from a smoke hanging from the side of his mouth. His usual attire consists of a white collar shirt with the upmost buttons hanging loose and the sleeves rolled to his elbows, black khaki pants with thin white stripes and black loafers. The black tie seen in the picture is rarely with him these days.

    History: Michael is a tragic character with a hard life that summons sympathy among others. After reading his tale, you might also feel sympathy toward him. He is a ”living” testament of how good and honest people can suffer more than they should only by sharing a connection to someone. It's like his whole life has been overshadowed by a reaper looming in the distance, taking away everyone he ever loved and cherished. We start from his teenager years when he was still a rascal wanting to experiment on everything he could get his hands on. Like most teenagers, Michael too rebelled against his parents on almost everything.

    Michael belonged to a group called ”Bad Boys” which mostly consisted of 14-17 year-olds who wanted to make an impact, they wanted the world to see that they are here and they are here to stay. The leader of the gang, Jesse, was an orphan and a true anarchist soul. He was always living with a full blast, never looking back. The other kids were drawn to this, including Michael. Michael was 15 during that time. It was the time when he first experimented on smoking, alcohol and sex, all combined in one sad loop. It was inevitable that drugs finally made their appearance within the gang, and after they did.. everything went to hell.

    Jesse became addicted, badly enough that he would hurt himself if he didn't get more. Michael was the only one who hadn't tested on the drugs yet and once he saw the change in Jesse, he knew drugs were the last thing he wanted in his life. Things went only worse when Jesse informed that Bad Boys was to become a new drug-dealing gang, this ensured a steady supply for Jesse's addiction. The rest went with him since they had long since lost their will to resist, Michael was the only one to stand against Jesse. He tried to talk sense into Jesse but to no avail. By now, Jesse had become paranoid, so much that he started sleeping with a knife tucked under his pillow. He saw Michael as a threat and so, once the two were alone, attacked him with a knife. There, at knife-point, Jesse threatened Michael and forced him to stay in the gang. Michael had no choice but to obey, otherwise Jesse would've surely killed him.

    Michael was forced to witness the feebleness of human mind as Jesse's state of mind deteriorated as the days went on. Finally, Jesse's life was brought to an end by a bullet which pierced through his lung on a lonely alleyway in the heart of the city. In the end, Jesse was reaching for the stars.. only the realize it was impossible for someone like him. As news of Jesse's death was brought to Michael's ears, he knew he had to flee. Bad Boys would be eradicated from existance, each and every member would be slain ruthlessly, just like their leader. It was the way the other gangs ensured that the gang was not a threat anymore, nor would there be a chance for a revenge. Who could possibly miss a group of junkie kids? Michael was able to escape by convincing his parents to move, the rest of the gang though.. They are on His side now.

    Sadly, the other gangs knew Michael was alive and as long as he was alive they would keep hunting him. Michael himself could never come up with a sane reason for their hunt.. were those gangs just as paranoid as Jesse had been? Because of this, both his parents had to suffer and pay a hard price. His mother was shot to death and his father fell into a coma due to a stab wound after he was mugged. This happened only a few months after Jesse's death. The criminals were never caught, and so Michael was left with no parents nor home. His only chance was to keep running.

    There was no proof of Michael's father's recovery so Michael fled again, this time he jumped as far as he could.. to the other side of the world: America, the country of dreams.
    He wanted to start with a blank slate, first doing some odd jobs before attending college and university. Years went on and eventually Michael got himself an honest job in marketing. He gained new friends fast, he had always been someone who people wanted to open up to. He was an excellent listener after all. People liked to share their stories with someone who understood them.

    Soon after he was met by a blast from the past: Mary, his old crush from highschool. Somehow she had found her way to America and right into Michael's office. A few years went by again and Michael found himself settled down in a suburban area with Mary. They had hit it off almost immediately, having lots of things in common. Michael refused to talk about Jesse or any of the happenings back in Australia though, he wanted to avoid worrying Mary. He never told Mary that his father was in coma nor that his mother was shot, he always avoided the questions. Some of the couples said Michael and Mary were a perfect match for each other.

    A year after, Mary became pregnant and gave birth to Jake, a spirited boy with a lot of love for life. Jake became everything to Michael, like a son should for a father. Michael was a stern father, but Jake still held him in high regard. Michael made sure to keep Jake away from all the horror Michael himself had gone through. Right from early age, Michael ”pound” information into Jake's head, it was always how he should never get involved with a gang. Jake turned out to be a bright young lad, he listened to his father intently. Life was good, at times Michael couldn't believe this was all real. He was still haunted by occasional nightmares but Mary and Jake always brought him back. Those two were the pillars that balanced Michael's life, and made his life worth living.

    Mary would always keep reminding Michael of his bad habit, the only bad habit which he had since he met Jesse: smoking. Michael didn't smoke only because it calmed his nerves, it was a way for him to pay his respects to the old Jesse who he regarded as a true friend, not the Jesse who had become a slave of the drugs. Even now he misses Jesse, regretting how differently things could've ended between the two. Michael was now 32 and this was the high point of his life. Then the reaper came back, stealing away everything he had worked so hard for. It came as if on a cue.

    Jake started having a lot of nightmares and his overall condition started weakening. Michael and Mary were of course concerned and paid a visit to a doctor. The result of the examination broke the floor underneath both Michael's and Mary's feet: Jake had been diagnosed with a cancer. He was given only a few months to live at best, the cancer had progressed too far for any treatment to effect it anymore. During this time Mary was pregnant for another baby, a sister for Jake. Michael felt like his whole life had been thrown into the bin and burned. It didn't help that Jake refused to acknowledge his condition, but what kind of a reaction could you expect from a 6-year-old kid? Michael would never forget the last week he spent with Jake, his condtion worsened in such a rapid way that the son Michael knew Monday wasn't anymore the same son on Sunday. Mary was taking Jake's condition far more heavily than Michael realized.

    A small glimmer of hope was still growing inside Mary, it was the only thing that kept the two going after Jake's death. Then the reaper struck again, first ending the life of the growing fetus inside Mary through miscarriage and then Mary's life the day after. She died of stress, grief.. whatever you can come up with. She just couldn't handle it anymore.
    Michael couldn't feel sadness anymore at that point, he felt empty. This was the reward for his hard work.. but he persisted. The traumas he had experienced would never go away but he would go on no matter what. With his own words before he stomped another cigarete next to Mary's tombstone:
    ”I won't stop, I'll never stop until someone stops me. I don't have a reason to live and I don't need one. I've gone through enough shit to last a lifetime so nothing surprises me anymore. Go on, keep throwing the worst you got.. I won't stop till I die.”

    The last nail to Michael's coffin was placed only two days after Mary's death. One of the drug gangs from his past had found Michael and two of its members had cornered him on a dark alleyway. Michael was facing the two young men with a tired look, the youngsters looked like they had never held a gun before. Obviously the leader didn't find Michael important, he was just a loose end that needed tying. Michael lit another smoke and formed a few smoke rings before speaking to the two youngsters.
    ”Go on. If you got the guts, you pull that trigger and be done with it. End this miserable life of mine.”

    Moments later two shots were fired and Michael crashed on the ground. He was silently staring at the empty night sky, his chest turning numb. The bullets had both hit his torso, he wouldn't have much time left now. He only wanted out, to live a normal life but something wouldn't let him. There was always something that took away his happiness.. and it all seemed like a punishment because he had known Jesse. He wondered if he was now going to see his whole life as a movie, just before he died. Nothing happened though, instead a figure bearing sunglasses appeared before him. It seemed to examine Michael before speaking with a rather cold tone.
    ”Your body seems fit.. a fine asset for me. Have any regrets, human?”
    ”Tch.. Yeah, a couple.”
    ”Good. Care for a second chance?”
    ”.. Don't we all?”
    ”Not everyone I'm afraid. Judging by your answer however, it seems you're still content on living. Rest now then, this'll be over quickly.”
    ”.. Before you do anything funny to me, care to give me your name?”
    ”I suppose that is understandable. My name is Dorian, but to you.. I believe I am an angel of death.”
    ”.. At least you got a flair for the dramatic.”

    Michael let out a last laugh before falling into a deep slumber.
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    Name: Eve Camilla Harper
    Age: 91 (21 Human Years)
    Gender: Male
    Branch: Fallian
    Dark Power(s):

    Summon Camilla: Camilla is a ghost of a girl who was killed by her lover. She hates men and despises being in their presence, when she does see any men she can't help but pester them constantly. She even pesters Eve when he calls for her and he constantly has to scold her to behave. Camilla's ghostly form is intangible and can pass through physical objects easily. Eve often uses her to scare off humans and for reconnaissance. Other than Camilla's obvious powers as a ghost she is able to posses creatures and humans taking over their bodies and using them as puppets, their abilities become her own temporarily. She can not be seen only heard, she has no Earthly appearance. Red will represent her voice.

    Hollow Ground: This ability allows Eve to cause Earthquakes ranging from small concentrated attacks to Earth shattering eruptions causing the ground to crack and burst. This ability is weakened as it ripples out from the epicenter.

    Steel Prison: This ability allows Eve to cast a ornate shield coalescing around himself for protection. He can use this spell to protect himself and all in the adjacent area for about 30 seconds at a time, the shield will then be disrupted and explode outwards shattering.

    Weapon(s): Eve use ornate metal gloves with sharpened tips. He uses them mostly for defense but they also serve to strengthen his offensive capability.

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    History: (Oh God too lazy to write a long one I feel bad, I'll add more later) Eve was born in a time of depression. The year was 1949 and his mother who had just given birth to him lay dead on the table her innards cut open to save the only thing she had ever hoped for, her child, her son, Eve. Eve came into the world alone the only love he had known died giving him his first breath of air. A few months later after staying in the hospital Eve was given up to a orphanage where he spent his childhood and youth in constant denial and longing. Many came and many left but none took him along. Life a nightmare day by day getting darker and more cruel as Eve's mind warped and mutated into a pessimistic slur of angst and misery. On the day of his 18th birthday he was thrust out into the world to pursue as his previous caretaker put it "destiny". Destiny? Eve knew life wasn't a fairytale and this word destiny to him seemed like an excuse to give blame, a way to do nothing except accept the eventual without a fight. To give in to what can not be changed or controlled and simply allow the tide to carry you off into the deep and drown you.

    Eve spent the 3 years from the age of 18 to 21 wandering around place to place trying his best to find a niche he could fill and be appreciated for being. Though these years came and went very uneventful, full of bitterness and jealousy with the same denial and longing he had known since he came into this world.

    One October night the sky was dark and Eve had climbed to the roof of his apartment building ready to throw himself from the top hoping for a quick painless death. Standing at the edge of the western side of the roof he dangled himself for a bit starring down to the ground below him many stories below like a tightrope walker who takes a few seconds to look down at the net ready to fall at any moment. Eve's heart raced faster and faster as he tried his best to psych himself into leaping from the ledge and giving into the temptation he leaned farther forward his legs no longer able to balance himself against the weight of his upper body he fell down, down, down onto the top of a car, the weight of his body causing the top of the car to crumple and concave nestling his broken body like a womb. Blood seeped from his wounds as he lay dying, his breathing hard but not stopping. Off in the distance a siren could be heard, someone had already called an ambulance and it sped quickly to Eve's location. The paramedics jumped out of the vehicle like grim reapers and swooped down onto him gathering his mangled body pulling it from the womb onto a gurney and then into the back of the ambulance.

    All Eve remembers from this night is gasping for air his body on fire the sounds of buzzing and then nothing.

    How Eve ended up a Vampire he doesn't know. He fell close to death broken and dying but didn't die. He awoke a week or so later in a morgue drawer his flesh stiff and cold. From there Eve freed himself from the ties of destiny, he had died and been reborn no longer human but still cursed with the same damned emotional needs and human obsessions.

    ((I'll rewrite this a bit later. Let me know of any edits I should do... Meh it's so hard to write a history without being too confusing. I'll leave some parts vague! Old people have bad memories anyways. :3 Yes thats my excuse...))
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    ((When I heard you had started this again I was like "I have to join!!" Haha Well looks like I'm back. And so is may Vamp!! And this time I added more history and pics to go along with each stage in her life.))

    Name: Jullianna-Maria (Juli)
    Age: ?? (looks to be 25)
    Gender: Female
    Branch: Toreano
    Dark Power(s):
    Succubus Transformation- Her nails grow out really long and sharp. Her nails become practically long thin swords on each finger. A long slender tail with a arrow point shape at the end. Two bat like wings come out of her back and allow her to take flight.
    Succubus Heart- She has the ability to control the minds of almost any human and the weak minded vampires. She can make just about anyone act the way she wants or see what she wants.
    Succubus Kiss- When she bits a human she can put a bit of her blood into them. When she does this she gains complete control over them. Their eyes turn completely black and they will do whatever she wants.
    Weapon(s): Her claws and teeth. She also carries two Desert Eagles beneath her jacket
    Appearance:
    History:


    Juli was born sometime a long time ago. She grew like a normal girl in the household a British lordship. She can't remember their last name. One day when she was still young, in her late teens or so, she was in the woods taking a walk and a man stepped in front of her path. She had never met him before in her life. Then without warning he descended upon her. When she woke she was lying in a puddle of her own blood. Her father was standing over her with a terrified look on his face. She blacked out again.

    She woke up again to find her lying in another larger puddle of blood. She sat up and saw she was surrounded by the bodies of her mother and sisters. Her father was gone and the place destroyed. She wandered the halls of her parent's estate alone and scared. In the kitchen she found her servants dead and a mysterious man raiding her kitchen. He seemed different then the one from before. The man turned to her with a look in his face and blood on his shirt. She attacked him demanding to know where her father was.
    They struggled all night till she finally killed him. The sun was rising when she finally decided to leave. She stepped outside while the suns rays had barely broken through and were at their weakest. The sun's light graved her right shoulder leaving a horrible burn scar. She raced inside and hid till the sun left her at peace.

    When Night finally fell she was ready to go. She had a pair of her father's clothes on. It was extremely unusual for a girl to wear trousers in that day and age but it would be easier to get around in it then the usual dress. She had to find her father...



    Year's later. Now she appears to be in her young 20s. She is now in Paris. The year is 1839. The world was being engulfed in the Victorian age. She was no longer dressing like a man. She had very well mastered her skills and could fight and travel even with the flowing Victorian dresses of the day. And the way she was able to get to the beautiful life style she now had she smoothed men into giving their money to her. Her new found powers helping to get her where she needed to go. She was making her way in the world.

    She followed a lead from Russia to Paris. The man she had killed in her home so very long ago was not her families murderer. But he was in Paris. She would find him yet. There was word of serial murderer in Paris. She found him and he found her. He took her in and she knew what he was trying to do. She beat him back and when they were finally face to face she had one question to ask. "How have you lived all this time?" His bloody broken face showed a smile. "Same way as you." he replied. "Why did you kill my family?" His smile disappeared. "What do you mea..." His eyes widened and he let out a laugh. "Come now you don't mean that!" He explained how everyone knew about that story. How it created one of the first world renowned serial killers. Juli was struck when she realized he meant her. She tore him apart and the feel of fresh blood shot her memory back. She dropped to her knees before the dead vampire murderer and wept the first time in her life since the death of her family. She killed them...


    When that was all done she left Paris for good. She moved on to New York. The Year was 1952. She had finally moved on. It was In New York that she met Mr. Colt. Now that she no longer had any desire to complete her own mission she became the personal assistant to Mr. Colt whether he liked it or not. That was her new quest, to help her master complete his goals no matter what it took from her. She decided she had to do something with her life. And in her time off she was clubing in the underground Vampire clubs during day and the human clubs during night. Sometimes she was seducing officials for the Council so they could have their way with politics and other times she was robbing men of their money to support her dear Mr. Colt. These were her days. She was powerful and strong and after she had been dead so long she was finally alive again...

    ((Phew finally done. Breath Foxy BREATH!!!))
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    How Cute!! <3

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    Name:Deus Crimson

    Age: 40 in Vampire years (Looks 21) ((since most will have really old vampires, decided to make mine a fairly new young one))

    Gender:
    Male

    Branch: Remetian

    Dark Power(s): Avia. This ability is sort of like like psychokinesis. His ability obviously isnt overpowered, but he is able to move decent sized objects and at times himself and others. He continues to strive to improve on this power.

    POTIONS 1-6: Deus's studies have allowed him to great different potions that unlock different portions of the mind. All of these affects, after a quick sip, last only a short time and have serious side effects.

    Potion 1: Eagle Eye. Allows for Deus to harbor precision like instincts. Usually drinks when he has to use his deagle. Seems to change his personality into cockiness.

    Potion 2: Psychokinesis. Allows for Deus to increase his psychokinesis power. Puts a great strain on his brain though.

    Potion 3: H&H. Increases Deus's hand to hand combat (such as speed and strength. Not overpowered though). Put's great strain on his muscles though, sometimes causing internal bleeding.

    Potion 4: Clone. Allows Deus to clone himself into another individual. It has a different personality than Deus, and the end result can vary. At times, depending on the clone's personality, it could attack Deus or not even help in fights. It has it's own stock of potions, and the same skills, completely cloning the Deus who drank the potion. The clone Deus can not use Potion 4 though.

    Potion 5: Lifelink. One of Deus's new potions. When he and an ally or enemy drink from it, they not only share their power (aka Deus mimicking their power) they also share their life force. Deus gains the knowledge of how to do use their same power, at a lesser strength though. Trust is needed in allies to use, for if one of them gets seriously injured, the other gets the same injury.

    Potion 6: Power is currently unknown.

    Weapon(s): Doesnt like carrying a weapon around, but when he does, its a regular deagle.

    Appearance:
    Deus is typically seen wearing a white dress shirt with a tie that is half drawn up. On the left side of his shirt is a small symbol with the words Noetic Division. He almost always has his glasses on unless he is in a bind and is stuck in a thought. He wears dress type pants with black shoes.

    History:Born into a small family in Wales, Deus was brought over to America with his mother, father and younger sister at the age of 4. His father moved them across country to the town of Petaluma, California. His father became a scientist at the Institute of Noetic Sciences also located in Petaluma. He was well received by his peers and became a stronghold in the Noetic section. As years pasted though his father became more engrossed in his work. He started to stop coming home, making his mother suspicious. This would soon lead to a divorce a few days before Deus's 16th birthday. His mother had to go out and find a job, working terrible hours at the local Target. She also moved them to the neighboring state of Nevada. Deus would be found at home, usually reading a book and helping his younger sister with her studies. Deus was always considered "older" then his age. He was the perfect student. Its not that he had to study hard but everything just came to him. He also wasnt bad at sports, becoming the youngest captain of his varsity soccer team at 16. That combined with his above average looks made him loved by some and hated by others.

    Two years would pass when Deus returned home to find a letter on his bed. His sister brought it in for him and suspected it was another college asking Deus to apply there and he would receive a full ride. Ready to throw out the letter, Deus stopped and noticed a familiar handwriting. He opened it up and read the small paragraph.

    It said:

    Hello Deus,

    It is I, your father. I know that once you open this and started to read it you will have the urge to throw this out. I only please ask you to listen to me. I know you hate me terribly right now, but I have news that could change the world. As you know, I work in Noetic Science or what others call it, the ability to unlock the human mind. My team and I have become incredibly close to unlocking it's secrets. As I write this to you though, I fear for my life and my teams. There has been unexplained disappearances among several of my members. We fear that its someone who is doing this because of how close we are. We are within a few years of unlocking the human mind's full potential. There's information and secrets hidden deep within us that was locked. I am telling you this for one reason... I hope you stay away from this study. As you are reading this word of my death will probably.....



    Deus threw the paper onto the floor and ran downstairs. He saw his mother sitting in our chair, eyes wide open. She must have gotten the news. He walked over to comfort her but she shrugged away his hand. She looked at him and made a crazy, creepy, smile. "If...if you two were not born, we would have stayed together in Wales!" Deus backed up slowly and ran to his room. He now feared for his life. His mother had lost it. There was not knowing what she would do in this state. Even if he was scared, he thought out a plan and commenced it He got a bunch of his cloths and put them in a suitcase. He ran into his sister Lily's room and got her.

    "Come on Lily, we need to get out of here." She started to argue with him not understanding what was going on. Then it hit her when their mother came into the room holding a large blunt object.

    "Maybe I can get him back! I think I heard of sacrificial studies within your father's work. The idea of equivalent exchange!" His mother ran at them swinging the object. Deus pushed his sister aside, and ducked under the swing. He launched his shoulder into his mother pushing her back and slamming her against the wall where she fell unconscious. He grabbed his sister's hand and handed her one of the suitcases. "Go downstairs and get the keys to the car." She stood still in disbelief. He put his hand on her shoulder, comforting her. She nodded. As she ran downstairs, he grabbed her half filled suitcase, ran back into his room, grabbed his suitcase. As he started to leave, he noticed the letter from his father on the floor. He picked it up and noticed something written on the bottom of the letter.

    I have always loved you guys.

    Three years have passed since the incident. Deus is now 21 going to class at the Institute of Noetic Sciences. He sold their car and was able to get a room at a rundown motel. I few months later he applied for the institute getting in based off his grades but mostly because of his father's legacy. His sister Lily is 18, and has started an acting job. She has already taken place in a few big movies, making her name somewhat well known. This though didnt allow her to come home alot. Her beauty was wished by many. As Deus matured his face also did. He looked older than before and alot of women have taken notice. Smart and handsome? That combo is rare. He didnt care for these things though. Deus worked hard on Neotic science, barely coming home himself. At the age of 21, he was one of the youngest members to have his own research team. Deus was fascinated by the human mind and the capacities it held. He wanted to continue his father's work.

    Little did Deus know though, that his daily life would soon change. Deus’s team would fail to produce results according to the institute’s needs. Limitations on technology and money would prove to be costly in his research. One night, he received a call from his boss, and institute president Ryan Heimerdinger. He was to report that instant to the Noetic Institute’s 15th Laboratory. There was news that Ryan had to tell him. Deus was waiting for this. He had been petitioning for an increase in budget for some time now and this had to be it. He could feel it. He was close to the answer he was looking for in his research. He just needed more time….and money. He got up out of bed, and threw on some of his institute’s dress cloths. He quickly made it to the institute and approached the big broad door that had the big letters and numbers “Lab 15” on it. He swiped his card key, but noticed the door was already cracked open. Somewhat confused he pushed the door open slowly and walked in.

    “Um… anyone here? Mr. Heimerdinger?”
    Deus walked in and tried to fiddle for the lights. He found the switch and starting to flip it up and down, but the lights wouldn't turn on.

    “Ahhh Deus! Glad you can join me!” Out of the darkness, only the moonlight shining within a small glass window, came out Ryan.


    “Mr. Hiemerdinger. I got your call. Does this have to do with the budget increase!?”


    Ryan said nothing and kept his face hidden in the darkness. Deus could feel the silence of the lab, almost as if it was crawling on his back. He had to break it.

    “I am so close Mr. Hiemerdinger! I am so close to unlocking the secrets of the human mind. I have great faith that this next experiment will work!”

    “I am sorry Deus, but you will not be able to continue your work here at the Institute.” This hit Deus hard. He almost took it as a joke. “What….what are you talking about?”

    Out of the shadow, Deus could see Ryan’s arm stick out, with something in his hand. In a split second, he could feel pain wring down his shoulders. The warmness of blood was dripping into a puddle on the floor. He had been shot, twice, in both shoulders. He fell to his knees staring up in the air.

    “Why….” He said in a low voice before falling unto his back into the ground. Ryan came out of the shadows and leaned over him. “We need you to continue your work with…a new direction in mind.” Ryan smiled, fangs showing their deadliness. Deus could almost not believe it. Being in a school where the abnormal is common, this should have not surprised him.

    “I have been watching you Deus Crimson. My name is Dorian Harbinger. You have the potential to bring the age into a new millennium. I need you to unlock not the human mind, but the vampire mind.” Deus managed to make a small smile.

    “Fu…you” Ryan smiled back. “Well well well, it would be a shame if your sister lost her job and all the work she put into it. We have people in MANY high places Deus. You must acknowledge this.” Ryan stopped for a second, putting his hand to his mouth. “Well, we could also make her a vampire instead of you.”

    Deus’s eyes became wide open. He could feel his life slowly fading. He was losing too much blood. “You leave her alone you bastard....” Ryan put his hand on Deus’s shoulder. “Now now, just be a good boy and lay still as I bring you over.”

    With is last breath one could hear these words “I will kill you one day…. Dorian Harbinger”
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    Name: Seth Green

    Age: 43 (24 human years)

    Gender: Male

    Branch: Relgan

    Dark Powers:

    -Rage: Wither by choice or by force, Seth's beast side comes out. While in this state, his eyes become wild, his fangs grow, and his speed and strength improve drastically. However, Seth also looses control of his actions. This lasts for a few minutes before Seth reverts back to normal, completely exhausted. To this date, Seth has yet to enact this power willingly, but it has happened several times due to injury.

    -Glare of the Beast: In either a dark look, snarl, or some other expression of "You're not wanted here!" Seth lets out the beast side for a second. The expression has been known to cause humans to flee and panic, while the best it can effect vampires or trained hunters is a good startle at most.

    -Beast Kinship: From domestic dogs to mountain lions, Seth just seems to connect with non-plant eating animals.

    Weapons: Glock 22 Pistol, and a meat hook sharpened into a crude sickle.

    Appearance: Nearly always wears a grey bomber jacket, with a black t-shirt. He also wears jeans and tennis shoes.


    History: Raised in a garden variety American middle-class home, the only thing that seemed to be missing from Seth Green's life was a white picket fence. His father working as a mid level marketer, and his mother working as a low level attorney, Seth and his older brother James had the house to themselves. Well, them and the stash of old comic books they found in their father's room. They spent hours with Wolverine, Hulk, Batman, and Captain America. They talked about what their own superpowers would be, and how they would have their own daring heroics.

    As time passed, James worked his way though high school and received a full ride to college. Seth, and his carefree attitude, did not do so well with the grades. Seth needed funds for college, and with scholarships out of the question, he joined the Navy. His one pen pall though his tour of duty was James, and the two brothers only became closer to each other though time. The next few years of his life, Seth came home, but his plans to go to college never quite panned out. Instead, he began to work the night shift for a taxi agency in his home town of New York, and it was here that his life ended.

    Mid shift, Seth picked up a rather peculiar passenger. Seth had picked up his share of drunkards and weirdoes, that was the main reason why he kept a handgun in his glove compartment, but this one was stranger than the rest. He was pale, paler than anyone Seth had ever seen, he wore dark shades and darker clothing, and perhaps the most disturbing thing of all, he was incessantly talking to himself.

    "No... No no no. Not this time."

    Seth shook his head and patiently waited for the man to give his destination.

    This is too far in the open, I can't... But if I don't... I won't let it... I won't...

    It took him a little while, but eventually, the man stopped and looked at Seth. Registering his existence for the first time.

    It has to be done... I'm not going to be one of them.

    Seth's heartbeat quickened, he slowly began to reach for his glove compartment.

    I have to risk it...

    The man reached forward with supernatural speed, lunging across the cab and digging his fangs into Seth's neck. The world faded from view to the sound of gunshots as Seth tried to fight for his life.

    Seth woke up the next night, stiff and sore. It all came at his so fast, his new reality. He learned that the man, or vampire rather, that night had gone too long without drinking blood. Apparently the only thing that kept Seth from being completely drained that night was the fight he put up a fight and somehow impressed the monster.

    His life, was gone. The police found the cab, abandoned, stained in blood, and filled with several bullet casings. It did not take the police long to rule him as a dead man. This new chapter of his existence began, and, trying to put a positive spin on his new life, Seth has tried to do some good with his new abilities. Over the years he has gone on many hunts against the Crixes. He has yet to take a Crix out on his own, preferring to partner up with another vampire instead of "lone wolfing" it. Otherwise, Seth spends his time trying to avoid drinking live human blood. He has raided the Red Cross on several occasions to provide himself with blood, but it hasn't been the same as live blood.

    The only one that Seth has kept in contact with from his past life is James. Who will occasionally get a postcard from a random city with "Wish you were here Jimmy" on it.

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    Name: Theodore de la Xeshkat ( Some call him just ”Theo” even though he prefers his full name)
    Age: 743 (24 in human years)
    Gender: What is a Man, thee inquire?
    Branch: Time loses its meaning inside this vessel's head.
    Dark Power(s):

    (( OOC: Check the last part of History in order to understand what I mean by the 1st and 2nd mind. ))

    Possession – Just as the name suggests, Theodore can possess people at will. He can send one of the emotions from his 2nd mind and take control of a person, or if he wishes so, he can send more emotions. He can send out a maximum of 4 emotions either in one person or in 4 different people. The result is usually devastating since the emotion(s) takes control of everything the person does. It will appear as if the person is possessed by a demon, a rumor which is quite common among the religious types.

    In truth, Theodore himself doesn't actually possess them, the emotions do. He just shows the emotion the way, nothing more. Once the possessed person dies or becomes unconscious, the emotion will return to its rightful owner. There is one problem with this power. All the emotions he has send out to possess people are inaccessible for Theodore himself so he has to be careful not to send any crucial emotions.

    Control – Similar to his possession skill, Control uses his 1st mind which has all the memories. Just like in possession Theodore sends a piece of his mind, a memory this time, into the person he wishes to control. Once the memory sinks into the victim's brain, their goal in life changes to depict whatever the memory is. Theodore takes a memory and then shapes it into one that suits the situation.

    The memory can contain anything, it can be as simple as ”My only goal in life is to kill myself” or it can be something much more complicated.. Control is more like commanding someone to do something while possession only destroys the victim's mind. It is a much more subtle way than possession, thus Theodore likes to use Control more.
    Control also involves a risk, just like possession does. Theodore has to be careful not to take a memory which is crucial for him to retain who he really is, otherwise he would most likely lose himself and thus the attack fails.

    Little Guys – Cute name, isn't it? These guys aren't cute though.. Okay, they might be a bit cute. Theodore can separate an emotion from his 2nd mind, much like in Possession, but instead of sending it into an opponent, he can choose to let the emotion create itself an actual body which to manifest in. Thus, a Little Guy is born. Little Guys are literally small people who are made purely by a single emotion, their frail little bodies can not handle more than one emotion.

    Little Guys have black skin and two bright yellow eyes, their mouth resembles that of a Halloween pumpkin's mouth. They are most of the time under Theodore's control but they have a bad habit of wandering off too far by themselves. With Little Guys taking the defense and Theodore's two other skills handling the attack, Theodore himself rarely needs to even unsheathe his rapier.

    Weapon(s): Because of his old sense of style, he detests using things such as ”portable cannons” (as in guns). Instead he relies on his rapier, no matter the situation. However his rapier is actually his last resort, he won't use it unless the enemy gets close enough to endanger Theodore himself. The rapier is made of steel and has a very royal look with artistic designs in the handle. At first you might even think that it's a work of art rather than an actual weapon.
    Appearance:

    (( OOC: In case you can't make the name out of the watermark, credit goes to circus-usagi from deviantART. ))

    Theodore's sense of style is still that of a 13th century's nobleman. Thus the outfit you see in the age old painting which was drawn when he was still alive is the kind of outfit he still wears. Naturally it's not the same pair of clothes. He has connections and through those he orders a new suit every once in a while.

    Body
    Theodore is slim and a bit short (5'7''). He was tall for a nobleman back in the 13th century but times change and that's why many consider him short now. His hair is brown, like in the picture, and his eyes are deep brown colored. His skin has preserved it's somewhat natural glow however people still see him as a very pale invidividual. Theodore's fingers are quite long and thin, perfectly suited for a pianist. If he isn't writing, Theodore is most likely playing the piano or the magnificent organ.
    In order to play the organ he has to go to the local church. The priests don't mind him playing because of his generous donations (no one should be complaining, he's been playing for 700 years!).

    Attire
    Theodore's jacket is a classic choice for a nobleman with all the ruffles and large collar. His jacket is tan colored and the ruffly shirt underneath is pure white with a red ruby inserted in front. Theodore always wears a pair of pure white gloves, you won't see him without the gloves. Part of the reason relates to his past when his estate was burned to the ground. Theodore wears a pair of dark pants and black boots with a short heel. The heel part is very hard so it's easy to hear him from a mile away.

    History:
    (13th century)
    Theodore was born in France in the 13th century. He was born into a noble house and thus lived a rather luxurious life while avoiding the ”low rabble”. Both his parents used strict discipline in order to shape their son into one they preferred.
    For instance nobles were never allowed to become blacksmiths or carpenters, such jobs were far too lowly for their rank. Instead most nobles became artists such as painters, sculptors, opera singers or composers. Being an artist meant that you understood the world differently, or that you could see what lie underneath the world.. whatever that meant. In short, it was a sign that you were an educated individual, one that visited high class parties, engaged in cultured debates and laughed like Santa Claus.

    Thus, Theodore's future was set before he was even born. His father, Jacques de la Xeshkat, was a renowned composer and his mother, Isabelle de la Xeshkat, had the most soothing singing voice you could imagine. It was obvious what the two wanted their child to become: composer or an opera tenor, or both.

    Theodore himself didn't mind his to-be career choice, he had a gift for the arts. His intellect far surpassed both his parents, and so did his talents soon after. He became a prodigy at a young age, excelling at composing, singing and writing all at once. He made both his parents as proud as they ever could become, yet he crossed the line by defeating his own father in what he was best at.

    Isabelle was more than proud of her son and could easily disperse any jealousness in her heart. Jacques was different though, as soon as Theodore became more successful as a composer, Jacques's skills started dwindling. Jealousy towards his own son started growing inside his heart which eventually started affecting his composing skills.

    To think that he, a renowned composer.. THE Jacques de la Xeshkat, was being overshadowed by a 17-year-old boy? At first he was able to hide his jealousy, but soon he couldn't digest it anymore. That's when he started sabotaging Theodore's acts. He was desperate to be heard and cheered as the best again, thus he kept sabotaging everything Theodore did. Soon Theodore found out that his own father was being a hindrance, blocking his way forward on his career. He confronted Jacques about this and was only given a slap from a white glove as an answer.

    Jacques declared a duel between the two, he wanted to defeat his son at least in something. He had practised fencing in secret and thus clearly had the higher ground. Theodore was forced into the fight since backing down would've brought eternal shame upon him. Jacques went far enough to poison Theodore's food with Ghost Gull which was a potent poison that caused hallucinations to occur during the next few hours after digestion.

    As the two stood ready to face each other, Theodore already suffered from hallucinations. Theodore had prepared for the fight too however. He had seen what his father had became and thus fully anticipated dirty tricks. That is why Theodore poured some strong liquid medicine, it would certainly knockout a person if they smelled it, inside his father's fencing mask before the fight.
    Once the fight was supposed to start, Jacques fell on the ground unconscious. Theodore walked over, with a slight stagger caused by the hallucinations, and pressed the tip of his sword on his father's back while simultaneously announcing his victory.

    The internal dispute within the de la Xeshkat family raged on for 7 years before it all came to an end by a tragic death. Jacques had thrown his son out of the mansion they lived in and was plotting to actually kill his own son. His pride wouldn't let go, no matter what. It is a sad sight to see a man become so depraved only because of his foolish pride. Theodore was now living in an estate far smaller than the castle he had lived in. He would construct a castle once he found himself a companion to share it. He continued composing and writing the same he had before. He felt no passion towards singing however, thus he quit.

    On a certain night when the moon was in it's sharpest crescent form, the estate Theodore lived in was burned to the ground. Jacques had planned to burn away everything he had created. Theodore was able to escape with his life only to meet the reaper who would finally take away his life on a lone alleyway. Theodore died to a stab wound caused by a royal dagger bearing the emblem of the de la Xeshkat -family.

    Just as he was about to die, a vampire walked into his life. She was named Chaiku, and she was an old Likava. She was the one who turned Theodore into a vampire. She never gave a reason for it, she just turned him just like that. Chaiku left briefly but the two would meet again, much later once Theodore had ”adjusted”.

    Once Theodore became conscious again, he noticed how he was rushing towards the de la Xeshkat castle. Somehow his body didn't seem to respond normally, and to top it off, he wasn't exactly sure who he even was. Something forced him to speak out which confirmed for a fact that he wasn't alone inside his body anymore, or maybe he actually was.. he just couldn't control his actions.

    ”This mind's Wrath has come to punish the rotten eggs hiding in the opened egg carton. The pitiful gnome clinging to his foolish pride dances with the reaper inside this cold, stoney, former home of this mind. Thine thread that holds thine life is about to be cut, obscure parent of mine, what shalt be thine last speech this wonders?”

    It was obvious enough that the hatred towards his father was somehow controlling Theodore, at least that's what he figured. He wasn't sure of his feelings anymore, it's as if they had their own wills. If this was true, then there would be as many Theodores as there would be emotions.. which is a rather large amount.

    The conclusion of Theodore's assault on his home shalt be revealed in the 1st post..

    (21st century and some explanation about Theodore's mental state as a Likava)
    After claiming his revenge, Theodore met Chaiku again. They were both Likavas and thus shared some sort of understanding between each other, even if both seemed to spout complete nonsense. She instructed the ways of the vampires to Theodore who was quick to learn them. Shortly after they parted ways again, and to this day they haven't seen each other again.

    Theodore now lives in New York, in a 5-star hotel no less. The wealth his family had gained was enough to live in a hotel for over 100 years, of course he hasn't been living in a hotel the whole time. This is a temporary home for him before he leaves in search of a new city. He still composes and writes, but under an alias which he changes every 50 years. Through composing and writing he gains more wealth by the day, thus he will never have a problem with money.

    Theodore has kept to himself, not really allying himself with anyone but neither making any enemies. He is very neutral towards others, and he has to be if he doesn't want his emotions to take control. By now he has learned the way his mind works, at least half of it. Theodore's mind is his own, however his mind does not have any emotions. Instead he relies on using the wills of his emotions that are scattered throughout his ”new mind” (He can only influence which emotion he uses, not actually choose it).

    Yes, Theodore has two minds.. it's almost like having two brains. The other mind has all the memories while the other has all the emotions and functions. You can't call it a split personality for the minds can't act on their own, they have to rely on each other in order to create a personality. This ”feature” makes Theodore all the more harder to understand, but that is exactly what being a Likava means.

    (( OOC: I hope this is acceptable. I just couldn't find a place to add this info. ))
    Additional info: Whether madness is a skill or a curse is debatable, nevertheless Theodore shares a madness that is so common among Likavas. The wills of all the emotions in his 2nd mind keep whispering to Theodore, sometimes the whisper can be full of anger, other times it can be persuasive.

    Whatever the emotion which is whispering to Theodore is, they always relay some sort of message. The message can be a hint from the future, the present or the past. It is never clear which of the three it is, which is rather troubling. These whispers can seriously shake Theodore's trail of thought and thus he might space out even in the middle of a conversation.
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    (( Cybalt and Takesh accepted! Still more people is coming so we wait ))
    ((More peoplez? Really? Ugh I hope it doesnt get too hard to RP with you guys. A lot of people plus thick posts make Groteske a dull boy. A lazy lazy boy))

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    Character sheet

    Name: Lestan de Launchét (Its French so remember the‘t’ in the surname is silent.)

    Age: 498 (24 in human years)

    Gender: Male

    Branch:
    Remetian

    Dark Power(s):
    The Dark Gift:
    The ‘Dark Gift’ is one of Lestan’s primary abilities as a Remetian vampire. The ability allows him to use the blood which he has consumed from his victims in a way which enables him to imbue his fingers with ‘Death’s touch’, much like the Saesvan’s racial power of being able to kill anything which they touch. The power however is different in the way in which the power does not instantly kill anything that Lestan touches, only ‘siphoning’ the life energy of the opponent until they truly are dead, much like cutting a length of string, the more you cut it at each side until you reach the middle is the point in which the victim dies.

    Lestan approaches his enemies in close combat when using this ability, and prefers to throw punches ‘imbued’ with the ‘dark gift’ to kill the opponent’s organs. He can choose whether or not to use this ability at will, and the power can only be used 10 times before the power is depleted.

    ((10 seems like a fair number since he can’t instantly kill an opponent using the ‘dark gift’. He could roughly kill about four people (depending on where he strikes them) with this ability before he has to drink more blood to be able to use it again.))

    Death’s Perception:
    Lestan’s vampire gene causes his brain to process information differently from that of a human. It also uses more of the brains power, up to 90%, like swapping a 300 MHz CPU for a 3 GHz quad-core CPU. This allows the host to take information and divide it between more sections of the brain, when combined with the reflexes of a vampire; the host can slow their perception of time, giving Lestan the impression that he is faster than that of any other vampire who has graced before him.
    Like said before, Lestan can interpret information differently from a human brain, giving him a unique perception of the world around him, as well as allowing him to perform another neat trick which allows him to absorb more information than a normal human. For example, take a sponge. The human brain is like a sponge, and when absorbing water, there is only so much the water the sponge can hold before the water begins to leak (the water being information in this case.) Lestan can break past this barrier and hold more information in his brain without having to lose any other information which he has learned in the process, making him a highly intellectual character.

    Blood Magic:
    The Remetian branch trait allows Lestan to use Blood Magic to his will, things of fairy tale which the human mind cannot begin to comprehend. Lestan still has much to learn about blood magic, but is one of the most powerful Remetian vampires to be ‘born’, second to the Remetian council head. Lestan can perform the most basic of Remetian blood magic, including boiling the blood of a live victim until their bodies explode, to the more advanced, focused, powers of blood magic such as animating a blade from the victim’s or Lestan’s own blood.

    Weapon(s):
    Death’s Cross:
    Since Lestan is a Remetian, he does not claim to use any physical weaponry made from the human world, but instead made his own weaponised contraption capable of killing. The weapon in question is a cross, ironic, if you think about it. The cross itself is not a weapon, but the magic chain which ‘leaks’ out of the top. The length of chain spans across 5 metres, capable of hitting opponents from afar, and up close. Since the chain is imbued with Lestan’s own blood magic, it is highly effective against all kinds of beings, mainly of which it was originally meant to hunt – Crix.
    The cross itself is very gothic in appearance, and does not bear any pureness around it, and reeks only of death.
    The chain itself is red in appearance, much like the colour of blood (since the chain was dipped in Lestan’s blood) and has two individual spikes on each rung of the chain, increasing maximising potential damage, as well as any magical damage.

    Appearance:

    ((Kudos goes to circus-usagi, the same artist who drew Takesh's picture!))

    History:
    Lestan was born on November 29, 1542, as the fifth son (and the youngest) of the Marquis Launchét in the southern region of France. Only two of his brothers survived to adulthood, Marcel and Florence. Whilst they were technically aristocrats, the de Launchét family’s fortune had been squandered, forcing them to live in relative poverty in their feudal castle. Lestan’s mother, Marie, was the only literate member of the family – excluding Lestan -. His father, on the other hand grown into an old, recluse fool who lost his sight during a great depression in his period of life.

    After 17 years of living in relative poverty inside a dissipated castle, Lestan thought it was time to regain his family fortune, and restore honour to the family name. It was during this time that Lestan began to learn the knowledge of the arts, and became fluent in musical arts, learning the classical piano as well as numerous other instruments. At an early age of 18, Lestan began to compose his own music which he then sold for mass amounts of fortune to famed composers of the time, influencing the works of composers by the likes of Giovanni Palestrina, Orlande de Lassus, and many more.

    Lestan’s father passed away on his 20th birthday, and his mother and two brothers soon after due to a devastating plague that swept across the southern regions of France. Distraught by this event, Lestan fell into deep depression, ******** away his money, attending various whorehouses, basically doing anything to get rid of his wealth. He found that he couldn’t live on with just money alone, but found that he could not take his own life, and on one fateful night, at a tavern, Lestan caught the dear attention of a particular woman who instantly fell entranced by his beauty and disregard for life, wanting to restore him and ignite a light within his sad soul.

    The woman instantly glamoured Lestan, luring him into a false sense of comfort and hope, and it wasn’t long after that she revealed her true self to him, as a vampire. She called herself Adeline.

    Lestan: “I wanted to lose it all, my wealth, my estate, and my sanity…but most of all I longed for death.”

    Adeline: “Do you still wish to welcome death now that it is here? Or would you rather live forever, with me, as your lover.”

    Lestan: “My invitation to death went out to everyone tonight, but it was you that accepted, Adeline. I wish only for you to do whatever it is you please, just take me from this world of living.”

    It was then that Adeline’s cold lips met upon Lestan’s neck, sealing his fate for an eternity to come, forever creating him a vampire, and for a full two centuries, Adeline would teach Lestan the ways of a vampire until unforeseen circumstances saw them separate. Lestan forever searched for the embrace of Adeline’s touch once more, searching the world for any sign or trace, involving himself in many of history’s biggest events including the American civil war, the French Revolution, world war one & two, and various other battles that he should not have been a part of, but still, no trace.

    Lestan is reluctant to join the ‘society of vampires’ as he calls it. Now Lestan finds himself in New York, still searching for his vampire love, hoping for one day to be reunited. In the short seven years that he has stayed in New York, Lestan found himself to become enamoured with a certain rock band’s melodies and found himself in the offhand chance of becoming their new songwriter and lyricist, instantly becoming an international rock star, the likes of which the world hasn’t seen before. His songs involve lyrics which praise the real vampire world, unknowingly to his audience. Praised by a large audience, his band call themselves ‘Death Valley’ -although he makes centre stage, his fellow band members hardly amount to his fame-. However some vampires dislike Lestan’s flamboyant public lifestyle which could reveal the truth about the existence of vampires in modern society, but most adore him, his fanbase is actually mostly made up of other vampires, being not only a Remetian but also an international superstar has made him talk of every vampire's lips that adore him!.
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    Name: "spring heeled" jack clay

    Age: vampire: 578, human:28

    Gender: male

    Branch: Fallian

    Dark Powers:
    Summon mikaj: he can summon a russian night demon. despite its name it can change its form to walk in the day. Mikaj has syuck with jack and is his partner because jack believes in equality. Mikaj was a russian lord in the early 1400's and was good with the ladies, but then he earned the nickname the beast of the night, by the vast amount of women that he had charmed. he was killed by means of frost bite and gangrene. they tied him to a pole in a frozen lake, and untied him after four days and watched him die of infection, frostbite, and gangrene. This took another four days a six day death in total.

    reshape: jack can pull any kind of object out of a flat surface. etc giant spike from a wall.

    Channel: jack can also move through flat surfaces. etc teleport through walls.


    -Weapons: Mikaj uses two giant blades. jack uses a kitana.

    Appearance:jack is by syra-kun of deviantart, mikaj is by Mr--Jack of deviantart. Jack chains himself because of what he has done and what he is afraid to do.

    jack: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=chai...t=288#/d2hph8s


    dispite mikaj's appearance he is extremely fast and agile

    mikaj: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=demo...et=24#/d1phgzd


    OH SORRY FORGOT THAT

    History: He was a servant of a vampire family, but was caught with another servant by their daughter. She chained him and started to chastise him by gauging his body. When she thought he had enough she unchained him and he lashed out at her hitting her into a wall she took her knife and cut his right arm. He took a chair and broke off its leg, he then proceded to defend because his mum said never to hit girls, so he blocked her blows and she got up to his chest and and sent a deep cut to his chest and dropped to the ground and began to weep. He fell to his knees and hugged her she began to sob anew on his shoulder. She said "i can't but father will do it anyway."
    He shook his head and said "it's ok i understand mistress."
    "No, no you don't. I have to kill you and turn into one of us." He wasn't surprised by this, her father dorian was a heartless man until it came to his daughter. He had caught them like this and pulled him by his neck and threw him at the wall."well you are about to be torn in half.""father don't!" " i guess you can be spared you will now have to work for me for an eternity or my say so. does that please you adelaide my dear." she nodded and he passed out from the knife wounds. But before he did he said " thankyou my lord"
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    Name: Arthur Seavers

    Age: 612 (25 in human years)

    Gender: Male

    Branch: Barha

    Dark Power(s):
    Death Armor: Arthur is able to make his skin hard and durable similar to armor. His skin turns a hard looking black and red while he is in the state. His speed and ability is not hindered at all from doing this. The armor is durable enough to the point of it being able to stop bullets and any ordinary strikes to his body.

    Shadow of Death: Arthur makes a doppelganger illusion of himself. The doppelganger deceives all senses even touch. The illusion itself cannot physically harm a person, it could however make them feel an attack. For example the doppelganger can run up to an enemy and cut him. The enemy will feel the cut however there will be no wound or any indication that something had touched him. Arthur can make a few amount of doppelgangers but the more that he makes the harder it is for him to control them and to keep them deceiving the senses.

    Reaper: For a duration Arthur goes to the absolute limits of his body. His speed is dramatically increased, as well as his strength, reaction, and resistance. He is weakened for a short time afterward as his body needs time to restore itself back to normal. Using this ability however can sometimes call upon the beast in Arthur in extreme situations. He fears that if he uses this ability too often that he could transform into a Crix.

    Weapon(s): He carries around a specialized bastard sword. It is made of the finest materials including silver and Damascus steel for efficiency and for aesthetics. He can be seen at times to carry around a spear or two scimitars. He however is skilled in all weapons including hand to hand.

    Appearance:


    History: Arthur was a noble in the 15th Century. He was a boy who always looked up to the knights and soldiers fighting in the war. He even went into training to become a chivalrous and heroic knight, the kind that stories tell of. He began his training as a page for a drunkard of a knight. He treated Arthur harshly and even gave him several scars in battle practice. Even with this he continued on in order to walk the path of the blade.

    Finally after many years of hardship and ruin he was officially a knight serving the House of Plantagenet. He participated in several battles in the Hundred Years' War. There he would learn that being a knight wasn't full of adventure and prestige after all. He slaughtered many men and saw many of his men slaughtered. Over the years this made him more cynical and darker of the world. He even with his negative viewpoints was a great knight and swordsman, he was unmatched compared to everyone he had met.

    One day he and a battalion of other knights and infantry were camped deep in the woods in order to maneuver in a coming battle to flank the enemies. The night was dark and the only thing to keep them from being enveloped in it was the flames of the torches and campfires. The small specks of flame rising in the air but ultimately dying out. Arthur was sitting next to a campfire wearing chain mail and other light armor as he was prepared in case their position was discovered.

    "Arthur, calm down we're deep in the woods the enemy won't find us." said one of the knights. Arthur moved the sharpening stone against his swords a few more times before making eye contact with the other knight.

    "It never hurts to be prepared." said Arthur pausing before resuming to sharpen his sword. The other knight looked like he was to say something but decided not to. Arthur was quite calm no matter how he looked, he enjoyed nice quiet nights like these. After a while Arthur got less tense, he sighed and moved his head to look towards the sky. There many stars shone, he remembered a moment in his childhood when he and his father spent a long time looking at the stars the night before he would be sent for war. Arthur truly wondered about the mysteries of the world.

    After an hour Arthur went to his tent to retire, he placed his sword away and started to take off his armor. He yawned and took off his chain mail and started to loosen the laces for the armor guarding his shins. Suddenly he heard a loud scream. He quickly heard the footsteps of several people, Arthur rushed to put his armor back on. He retrieved his sword and ran out of his tent. Outside he had saw that he couldn't see parts of the camp anymore, someone had put out some of the fires. He saw the light of a knight near the darkness go out and soon he was in the dark. Arthur heard a death curdling scream and immediately saw blood splatter everywhere in the light and body parts being ripped apart.

    "What the hell is happening here!" Arthur screamed as one by one his men were being taken into the dark. Arthur in the confusion found himself near the edge of darkness. Quickly he calmed down and used his other senses. He heard footsteps approaching him, quickly Arthur took out his sword and decapitated whatever was in the darkness. He then backed up closer to the light. More fires were being put out and more men were being taken into the darkness to face a thing of unspeakable horrors. Soon he was left with a squad of knights. They all went back to back with each other with their swords held. The darkness was getting closer however.

    Arthur knew that this was to be his end. Blinking quickly trying not to panic at what was to come he saw a torch near him. He quickly grabbed it and put the flame next to a tent. Though this act seemed meaningless as a small flame on the tent only occurred, the flame grew quickly and soon ignited the entire tent. The tent then ignited another tent, and another. Systematically all the tents were being lit into flames. With that they could finally see their enemies, there were 6 of them. They looked like men, but somehow they seemed different. With the ability to see their attackers every knight charged at them the attackers were startled by the tactic Arthur used and this allowed the knights to kill one of them. However they were quickly turned into shreds by the rest.

    Arthur readied himself, in one hand he held his sword, in the other he held the torch. One of the attackers then rushed at Arthur at an amazing speed. Arthur quickly out of reaction cut at the side of him and then thrusting the torch into the man's face. He caught on fire and fell to the ground in burning, agonizing pain. The others seemed to be slightly shocked that their comrade fell. Two of them then rushed at Arthur at the same speed. Arthur stabbed one of them in the chest and tried to ward off the other one with the torch. He however knocked the torch away and clawed through Arthur's chain mail. Arthur fell to the ground with his sword knocked out. The man got on top of him and then showed him fangs stained with the blood of his comrades. As he tried to reach in and do what Arthur presumed to be biting his neck, Arthur pulled out his hidden dagger and slit his throat. The man was surprised and then felt weak and fell on Arthur.

    Arthur moved him out of the way and stood. He was injured heavily from the claw wound on his chest, as well as the bruising he had gotten. His chain mail was falling off his chest and he stumbled a bit. There were two left and one was about to dash towards him, however he was stopped by what appeared to be his superior and instead he stood up. Arthur was feeling weak and knew no matter what he wouldn't survive if their were two more. So Arthur ran at him full speed. With all his remaining strength, combining all of his will, terror, and life in him he swung the strongest and most deadly overhead swing at the man. It was stopped however with two fingers. Arthur was shocked and then immediately punched across the face and flew, the force was the equivalent of getting hit by a horse. Arthur scratched and tumbled against the hard ground, when he opened his eyes he couldn't feel anything but he could see the two men squatting over him.

    "You're strong boy, probably one of the strongest humans I've seen. You suffer however, you are stuck in that weak body. You have no potential to go beyond the limits of the body. I will say this though, join me and you won't have to worry about this. You'll become a creature of the night, an immortal superior to everyone you know. You will become one of us." Said the man who Arthur now could presume was a demon. Arthur was dying, he knew that becoming one of them would be wrong. However he was fascinated by them, the strength, the speed, and the bloodlust.

    "Give me the power that you posses." whispered Arthur without him even realizing. The demon looked into his eyes. He got closer to Arthur's neck and before he knew it Arthur had passed out. When he awoken he was with those two men. They showed him a world he never knew of, a world of darkness, a world of blood, a world of intrigue.
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    ((We should really start soon before the RP simply dies out.))

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    ~*~ Character sheet ~*~

    Name: Ruki Lox
    Age: 100; appears (forever) 13
    Gender: Female
    Branch: Fallian
    Dark Power:

    Lux- A seemingly delicate butterfly with obsidian rings etched upon his brilliantly blue wings. The blue background decked upon his wings like fabric emits a soothing light, as if bringing a calm wherever he goes. However, this is a ruse. He truly foretells destruction, the piercing spikes of black splintering the outer portion of his wings foreshadowing immense pain. The mere sight of Lux to humans signals an intolerable darkness and suffocation caused from your own blood, a fate far more tormenting than a mere phase of anemia. Of course, Lux is just a messenger of death, acting as Rukia's second pair of eyes, scoping the premises for his master's bloody dessert.

    Kai- A pet remains loyal to their master until death, but an undead pet remains loyal throughout the time of the afterlife. Ruki is very affectionate towards Kai, her albino tiger with teal colored eyes. In a way, Kai is Ruki's guardian and "mother," judging people when Ruki rather not deal with them at all. She is also very defensive of her allies and offensive to anyone that dares to harm them or herself. Again, to the naked eye, Kai would appear like any white bengal tiger who rolls around lazily in open fields and fiercely snags delicious looking meat to satisfy her hunger. However, in combat, Kai is a completely different tiger. After all, being an undead altered Kai's physique as well as her attitude. Her true form is the inversed of her disguise form, her fur becoming obsidian with pure white stripes, while her eyes glow an eerie red. Oddly, her stripes begin to wiggle and form strange patterns upon her body, as if alive. This is her ability. If Kai goes beserk, the stripes on her body vibrate and then erupt outwards, the strength behind the blows like being hit with flexible, yet thick poles. Unfortunately, it can be only used 3 times a day and at a close distance, going from full (high chance of being knocked out and forms gashes) to half (possibly knocked out and forms whelps) to a quarter in strength (the wind is knocked out of you, causing difficulty in breathing for a few seconds). Obviously, Kai's sharpened claws and fangs are a weapon in themselves.

    Mikhail "Lich" Glühwein Shnork- A soul who refused to relinquish his life, he dabbled in a forbidden magic that sparked eternity to his human body. Alas, the incantation sucked away Mikhail's youth and his memories, save his name. Now his bones snap, crackle, and pop beneath a jet-black, saggy cloak that snags at the bottom and offers him an ominous appeal. His face could frighten even the bravest of men and send them screaming like a little girl, which is why Mikhail clings to his dusty cloak like a madman. Of course, Ruki only assumes he's hideous, having never seen his face -- or the rest of his body, for that matter. Even his hands are concealed behind black gloves, and, when Ruki managed to snatch off his hood, Mikhail's face was wrapped in black bandages, save a pair of seagreen eyes glaring at her. So, Ruki concluded Mikhail is very insecure (about his looks) and doesn't like to be touched, but is mostly calm, pensive, and understanding overall. Oh, but he's very enthusiastic when it comes to battle. In fact, it could be said that Mikhail becomes very confident, if not cocky and obnoxious. Even so, he only uses two spells: Shadow Dust and Terror.

    --> Shadow Dust is a spell that seeps into the eyes of the enemy (or enemies, if they are close to the first person targeted) and creates a dark haze over them. If the person moves out of panic, the darkness trails like smoke and irritates the eyes. This may result in rubbing, causing further ittitation and an unimaginable stinging that, if not left alone, may inflict the desire to scratch out your own eyes, the pain becoming that unbearable. Of course, it wears off after a minute and may just result in momentary blindness if eyes are left untouched during the duration of the spell. Temporary blindness after the spell is over may occur, but it's only as harmful as walking out of a pitch-black room into a the bright rays of sunlight.

    --> Terror is rather self-explanatory, but it basically brings out your fears and causes you to lose track of reality. Depending on how overwhelming the experience of terror is upon an individual, it could last for one second (instantly broken or acceptance of reality over fears) to five minutes (so taken in by your fears that the spell has to time out in order to free you from your fears). The actual external form of Terror looks like light green, merging souls screaming excessively in your ears until you lose track of the reality in front of you. Internally, Terror creates a realistic portrayal of your fears. For instance, if you are afraid of heights, the person you're in love with and currently dating would lead you up a flight of stairs and, before you know it, you're being shoved off a roof in order to bungie jump with your loved one waving goodbye to you. Becoming consumed by your fears could result in deadly situations, like the rope of the bungie jumper snapping and tumbling into another frightening situation. No one can die in Terror (unless they have a heart atack or they are killed externally while internally within the power of Terror), so it has a long range. However, the more people, the more fallacious and irrational Terror becomes, making it easier to discern that it isn't "reality".

    Weapon(s): Apocalyptica is imbued with the essense of Ruki's renewed life, and hidden within it is the form of death. Blackened and distorted with anguish, hatred, tears, and blood, the hideous mixture of hues ward away mortal eyes. After all, a soul that clings to its earthy corpse is far from sin; it is sin itself. Thus, this weapon that wields torment contrary to hope, fear oppose to courage -- only an equal can it touch and a fallen can it rise. It is Ruki's death weapon, and can only be used for murder.

    Of course, such a cursed blade would sicken even the sinned themselves. To be blunt, in its true form, Ruki would go mad just by looking at it. Therefore, Ruki found some enchanted cloth to wrap arount it as well as making sure to wear protective gloves while holding it. The jewels found near the outer edges of the blade were once as light in hue as the liquid gems binding Apocalyptica, but over the years, its vile aura began to affect them, darkening them into sapphires. Who knows what will happen once they blacken completely...

    Appearance:

    Remnants of silky gray locks stretch across the top portion of her hair, a constant reminder of the illness that marked her life as a human: Crohn's Disease. While it clings to the youthful persona of Ruki, it nevertheless constrasts with the ruby hue that fades into the bottom portion of her rather short hair. Cropped and flaired like that of a pixie, it was dyed long ago and constantly redone to conceal as much of the gray as possible. Interestingly, in modern times, gray hair isn't as shocking as the past, making it an acceptable hairstyle even amongst the youth. Thus, Ruki has been told it adds to her spunky charm, where her face would portray her as "too innocent". Ruki can hardly argue: with a small button nose, thin lips like that of a child, large eyes surrounded by long, thick eyelashes, and a heartshaped face round from youth, even her thin, shaped eyebrows can't hinder her undeveloped face.

    Not much else can be said about her appearance, except that she's perhaps too thin and hasn't aged past a little child. Her height just reaches 4'6, the only prosperous aspect of her body. She is also extremely underweight, being only 48 pounds. If her shirt is removed, her stomach actually seems to be caved in. This could explain why she refuses to wear dresses or anything revealing, the signs of her illness still evident.

    History: The five stages of grief, also known as the five stages of death: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. They mark someone with regrets, and if they don't lead into acceptance, they can swallow that person completely. However, these stages are inconsistant and varies with person to person, unlike the stages of someone's life. Indeed, the stages of a person's life can never waver, but it can be broken down into chunks, as in the case of Ruki. Her five stages of existance (as far as her past is concerned) are as follows:

    Stage 1: Beauty

    Flurries of snow drifted across the sky and swirled over a house in Wales, bringing the first signs of snow on the very night that Ruki was born. The year was 1940, and Sergeant Sebastian Lox was given leave from the British Army to celebrate Christmas Eve with his 9-month impregnated wife, Joyce Lox. Who would have guessed that the very moment he stepped into the day, his coat fresh with snow, he would find his wife in labor? It was truly a miracle, especially her appearance. Ruki had her father's chocolate coated eyes and his energy, whereas her physique and facial features were that of her mother's. As for her hair, Sebastian had maintained the tradition of marrying a wife with hair of flames and passion -- that is, red hair. He himself had red hair with a dark tint to it, but Joyce's hair was fair, lush, and styled in the curls famous of that time. As for Ruki, her hair was unlike any he had seen. When the mortar man in the same platoon as Sebastian and his best friend, James Sherlock, saw Ruki for the first time, he said her hair reminded him of a mixture between the rose of thanks (pink) and the rose of beauty (red). Later, he admitted that his four year old son, Leo Sherlock, was the one who compared Ruki to the two roses, dismayed that he knew more about his mother's flower business than his father's militaristic life.

    Later, more guest arrived to celebrate the day of Christ a few hours away and to offer their best wishes to the Lox family. A lot of people from Sebastian's platoon arrived, including the head lieutenant of it all, Lestan de Launchét. Sadly, the lieutenant was quite busy with his own affairs -- strategizing the next attack and assisting in coordinating men in the global war -- and departed after a few drinks and congratulations. Dawn broke soon after, and with it came the promise for Leo and Ruki to be wed to one another some day, the former having a pile of dark red hair decked upon his head. After all, they seemed to be destined for each other: a beautiful girl and a handsome boy.

    Stage 2: Illness

    For six years, Ruki and Leo played with each other in the streets of London, seeing as the war made it difficult for Sebastian to travel between the front line and short visits to his family. Joyce often supervised the children, afraid that the streets were still too dangerous and filled with the careless drivers she grew up with as a child. Ruki certainly had become beautiful, her hair stretching to her shoulders and often bearing the flowers Leo gave to her. It pleased Joyce to style her hair into big waves and parting it like the celebrities wore it, causing Ruki to be more adored. With her looks, she could easily gain the friendship of many, and her spirited nature gained respect amongst the boys. She was also far from timid, taking the lead in their little adventures and giving Joyce several heart attacks. Overall, her childhood was a continuous blessing until she turned seven, at which all her blessings turned into nightmares.

    The first incident sent Joyce into a hysterical bout of tears. Ruki and the boys had been tossing pebbles across the street as a mock version of skipping rocks against water. Timothy and Leo both tied for the furthest, but neither of them wanted to check to see who truly won. Timothy thought if they did it, one of them (most likely him) would cheat, and Leo was reluctant to check because of Timothy's personality -- that is, being a sore loser and a sore winner. So, Ruki volunteered to run across the street to check for them when suddenly she lurched forward, the sudden pain overcoming the joints in her legs. The car carelessly swaying in front of her zoomed nearby before sharply turning to the right. Blood and screams lingered in the air for a few seconds before darkness swallowed Ruki's consciousness. The next thing she knew, she was in a hospital, one hand clinging to the fresh, white linen of the bed she was on and he other held by her shaking mother. Glancing up, Ruki could see the doctor and her father with a grim expression on his face.

    Her father was the first one who spokw up, his words signalling the continuation of a conversation Ruki could only grasp from the time she was conscious. "...How long until I lose her as well?"

    The doctor scratched his head, fumbled with his oversized glasses, and lowered his eyes to a notebook in his hands. "She will become disabled from the Crohn's Disease and susceptible to other ailments if she remains in the environment she was in when the incident occured. It would be best if your daughter is removed from harm--"

    "Damn it, I know that already! I asked you how long she has to live?!" Sebastian was getting impatient.

    "If you take my recommendations, at best, she'll live a healthy life until she turns thirte--"

    "Thirteen?!" He snapped, the reddening of his face signalling he was doing everything not to lash out on the slightly jumpy doctor. "Thirteen years...damn it! I already lost many comrades in this foresakened war! Why my daughter as well?!"

    Realizing how tense the air got, the doctor wiped his forehead clean of sweat, bowed a bit, and replied, "I apologize. I'll leave the three of you alone. Good evening."

    After that, silence followed. Sebastian tried to force a smile, but the long ride to Wales was an awkward one. The house Ruki was born in became a holiday retreat, but now it would become her prison. She would be forbidden to play with her friends, but at the moment, she hardly cared about them. They had returned to their house in London to pack -- an effort that took three days and two nights -- but only Leo would chat and hang out with her. The rest of the boys called her weak, a "damsel in distress" who was as pathetic as any other girl. It really pissed her off, but all she could do was glare. She couldn't ignore the stinging pain in her legs -- and it wasn't just because of the stitches. Her illness made it impossible to run, let alone walk. Eventually, even Leo was taken from her by his father on the day of departure, leaving Ruki utterly miserable.

    Stage 3: Death

    More years passed and Ruki couldn't tell if her father was being overworked by the fruitless efforts of the war or because he couldn't face her. On one of the rare occassions that he visited, he couldn't conceal the awe on his face. He was appauled by the decay of her hair, fading from the rich and seemingly exotic hue it once had to a crisp and lustless gray. Granted, it was still soft, but it hardly curled like it did before. Thus, Sebastian discovered his daughter not only with graying hair, but straight hair on top of that. He left with a disgusting smile -- at least, that's what Ruki called it. It was like he tried to mask his anger, sorrow, fustration, confusion, and resentment behind a fake smile. And the distance would only increase if she remained a sickly and "aging" child.

    "Ruki! You must sleep!"

    Those were the words Ruki heard after spending a night with her hair dipped in a bucket of red dye. As for pain, her neck felt more sore than the rest of her body, which was saying a lot, considering pain was a daily problem for her. But she didn't care. Leo was forbidden to visit her, James clearly erased the promise he made with Sebastian, and Sebastian, her father, was dwindling further from her life. Today was her only hope for turning her life around. Ruki had taken all her medicine, eaten despite her poor appitite, and slept as much as possible before-hand. Carelessness was avoided and Ruki didn't even dare go outside. Instead, she remained inside, mixing every kind of red she could find, all for the sake of pleasing her father on her thirteenth birthday. All he had to do was smile -- and smile like he meant it. Then, James would approve of her long enough for her to see Leo, at least once more before she died -- if she died anytime soon.

    "I just want to see Leo one more time, just once! Then I can remember how it felt to run freely, climbing everything in sight and proving I'm not 'just another girl'! I just...I don't want to...forget..."

    Her mother understood. Joyce wrapped her arms around her daughter as if it was her last embrace, as she always did, and kissed Ruki on the head. "Listen, Ruki. No matter what, you'll always be precious to me. Always..."

    Always. But always was broken by the sound of a whistle, a whizzing noise that grew louder and louder, until it became unbearable. Ruki raced to the door to check, but she was pulled backwards. Tilting her head upwards, Ruki watched as her mother's eyes widened, her lips pressed together so no sound would escape them, her face whitened and made glossy from excessive tears that wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop shaking, her body vibrating with fear. But she wasn't afraid of dying. With all her might, she wished to protect her precious daughter, but she feared she couldn't. She wanted to, and would give everything to keep Ruki save, but...it happened. A rush of heat, followed by a miasma of fire. It bit and chewed and ripped through everything in it's path, teasing the mother and child trapped within it. Suffocation to stop the breathing. Smoke to cloud the vision. After that, unbearable burns to eradicate life.

    "Still alive? Tenacious brat. But your mother's gone. Aren't you satisfied?"

    "H...hate......I...hate...y-you!"

    "Oh, so you can still talk? Then you can listen as well. Do you think it was an accident? Your illness, that is. Random? Certainly not. That woman who sacrificed her life for your feeble life, she probably did it out of guilt--"

    "You're wrong!"

    "Am I? Are you familiar with recessive genes? Dominate genes allow for traits to appear right away, but recessive genes rely on the allele. Your mother thought that because it skipped a generation or two, you'd be safe. And look at what happened."

    "So...y-you came...to k-kil-l......me. W-why? Be...b-because of...Leo--"

    "I'm just following orders."

    Stage 4: Rebirth

    What came next could be best described as a buzzing sensation followed by a staggering shot to the neck that left Ruki completely numb. The job had been done. No more tragedies would be strung by Joyce, and the misfortune she created through the birth of Ruki was no longer in existance. All that was left was the cleanup job -- that is, removing the bodies so that all the police would find would be rubble. That mission, however, was interrupted by Lieutenant Launchét. It's unclear of what happened next, but upon switching places with James, life was seeped back into Ruki. She wasn't dead! It was the miracle of life, a resurrection that seemed all too impossible, and yet...perhaps it was too good to be true? The illness that plagued her body, the wounds that should have zapped all her energy, all the pain she felt...

    "I don't understand how you did it, or why, but don't expect any thanks! Somehow, you gave me life, but...the pain won't go away. I hate them! My father! Leo's father! Those children that rejected me! I didn't do anything, and yet...my existance had no meaning! I won't...I can't...leave without someone bearing this hate with me, and the one I hate the most, the one who deserves to suffer as well...my father...! So don't you dare stop me!"

    Wobbling a bit, Ruki stood up and searched amongst the rubble for something sharp. When she found what she needed, she hacked at her hair so that it fell unevenly to her shoulders. After that, she took her chopped off hair and held it down with a few pieces of wood and brick near her mother. Then she glared at the lieutenant, a warning for him to not mess with anything before running away. Her hunt was aimless, but somehow, she found her father. He acted miserable, perplexed, and eager at the same time, as if debating over his sins. James was by his side as well, and with all of her fury boiling into thirst, the both of them were assaulted without mercy. Before that, Ruki explained herself and all that she felt, but it fell on deaf ears. She was no more than a nuisance, a pest that wouldn't die and couldn't live in their world. So she killed them, and they never rose. They hardly even struggled! Did that mean they gave up on life, or were they afraid of facing the afterlife? Perhaps even more, they accepted death, and that made Ruki hate them even more.

    Stage 5: Necromancy

    A few more years passed and Ruki started to understand her position as a vampire. But there was still a thread she wouldn't loosen from her previous life as a human, and that thread lead to Leo. After Ruki was done with her father and his father, there was no sign that they had been bitten.

    To witnesses, it was a terrible slaughtering of two familiar families with one child missing and the other unharmed. Some rumors spread that the missing child, Ruki, had went mad and killed others. More logical rumors discussed her illness and said the bombing was planned, having known that James was a mortar man and even found portable mortar some miles away. Occultists exclaimed that Ruki had risen from the dead to seek revenge for her murdered mother and that was why her hair was found at the scene of the first crime (which was very close to what happened).

    At any rate, the mixed feelings over the deaths made it hard to set up a burial service, and in the end, only one person came: Leo. It was on the day of the burial -- or rather, when the sky was approaching dusk -- that Ruki stumbled upon Leo once more. A butterfly -- Lux -- had led her there, her first summoning ever. At first, she planned to bite him and have him join her, but he was a handsome man who made a decent living with a loving wife. Actually, his wife joined him, her belly round from pregnancy. Yes, many years had passed and he was no longer the child she once knew. It was too late, and so she let it go, Lux fluttering beside her.

    Her last two summonings are quite strange. Ruki met Kai when she was low on money and decided to head to remote regions around the world. During her expedition, Ruki encountered a white bengal tiger protecting her young. Some pouchers thought they would make good hunting practices, the father elsewhere at the moment. Instead of fleeing, the mother kept still, blocking her kin from harm. She was shot several times before her hunters felt Ruki's deadly bite.

    Now, the tiger would have been another unfortunate prey to illegal hunters, but something -- or rather, someone clung to the lingering spirit to give the tiger renewed life -- as an undead. To this day, Ruki is unsure how Kai was able to be summoned into her form, but she believes a part of her mother somehow attached to the tiger.

    Even stranger was her last summoning: Lich. The year was 2000 when Ruki met Lich. A tale spread that at the change of the millenium, a vengeful spirit would rise from the dead and create his army of lesser undead minions. Thus, he alias became Lich, but he certainly wasn't as frightening as everyone made him out to be -- that is, until Ruki arrived. Actually, Ruki frightened him into following her by chasing down the occultists and making mince meat out of them. Unfortunately, with his lack of memory and his qualms about his appearance, Ruki doesn't know much about his background.
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    (The turtle is here. Think I might fix up some things that I notice are wrong tommorow, or today, darn paper but now we can start anyhow Man that picture was larger than I thoughtO.o)

    Name: Gideon Scurra
    Age: 373
    Gender: Male
    Branch: Toreano

    Dark Power(s

    Shifting: This ability allows Gideon to change and increase the shape or mass of any object he wishes to, meaning he can increase and decrease any material persistent in the object he can manipulate to a certain extent, unfortunately diamond, rubies, gold, silver and any other worthwhile metals or gemstones he cannot manipulate. There's one requirements for him to use his powers though. To be able to change anything he must have had physical contact with the object for twenty four hours during his life. He doesn’t have to hold it for twenty four hours straight, one hour each day for twenty four days also works.

    Jesting: Gideon can use this ability to make people believe whatever he tells them, something which he often have used for his own amusement. This being said not everybody believes what he tells them, first of all the lie cannot be too unthinkable, he cannot fully convince loving parents that their son is planning to murder them. Also the powers effect greatly depends on the individuals mind, their beliefs and psychological state, making them accept or resist certain lies to a greater or lesser extent. That being said however strong they are and even if there’s the slightest possibility they will at least believe part of the lie, or a seed of belief will be planted within them which might grow.



    Weapon(s): A metal cane outlined with wood making with an iron bulb on top.

    Appearance:


    Credits goes to Circus-Usagi


    History:
    Gideon was born in poor conditions the year 1587, his mother was always out working while he and his siblings stole anything they get their hands out, the earnings from both of these his father quickly drank or gambled up only so he could return and beat up both his wife and children and for some reason focusing most of it on Gideon. Fed up with this way of life but not knowing how to get out of it the answer showed up unexpectedly to him one day as he was walking through town looking for anything worthwhile to steal. The circus had come to town, Gideon was captivated by their display, delighted with every new trick they showed. As the show ended he saw his chance for a new life and begged them to let him come with them, reluctant at first his pleads eventually convinced them, on one condition. They would learn him parts of their trade and if he had not learned to become useful with it in one month they leave him at the next town they travelled to. Agreeing to this they left the town and took Gideon with them. It soon showed Gideon had a talent when it came to tricks and sleighs of hand and he was soon a young though valued member of the group. Eventually though the circus members had lost their glow and determination, not having the fire that he had seen so many years ago. After what would be their last performance together they left for the roads again where, after they set up camp something attacked them without warning. Expecting to die he didn’t, instead the monster turned him into one of their own, a vampire.
    So began his journey, alone in the world with his former companions dead bodies around him and his body forever altered he traveled through the world, sometimes joining a circus hoping he be able to feel the same warmth and joy he had. That was all gone now. His comrade’s bodies preventing that. Still, being immortal he figured he do the best out of it, not having to care for old age catching up to him, now he could travel the world and do basically whatever he wished. Still he has never forgotten the vampire who turned him, sometimes searching for him, sometimes not but never forgetting. Having nothing more than a name to go on it has proven fruitless, a name he sometimes wishes he never heard, Dux.
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    (( Time to get this show on the road! Like it was mentioned in the intro: come up with an invitation or such for a meeting in the HQ. You don't have to get in the HQ in the first post but don't drag it too much though. By the way, there's still one more person joining but she'll join later.

    Oh yeah, and as a final note.. Don't you dare all post during this one day! >. I don't wanna get greeted by 10 new posts the next time I log in.

    Now then.. Let's get started! ))


    Curse of a Vampire

    The moon is up, the stars litter the sky, the clock bangs 2 AM. Michael is driving down the long road between New York and L.A. He had a business trip to L.A and is now returning to New York where his office is. His phone beeps suddenly, a text message just arrived from an unknown number. Michael checked the message, it was an invitation to a meeting held in New York.. in the Adelaide's HQ. Only the letter ”D” decorated the bottom of the message, it was a message from Dorian no doubt. Michael sneered silently. What's he up to now?

    There was no other traffic, people generally disliked driving in the night. It was a warm night but it was dark, so dark that it was hard to see further than a few meters. The street lights were scarce, saving up electricity was a global movement these days. Oil was running out and scientists were busy trying to create a substitute, so far there had been no success. Some light was visible in the far distance, it was most likely a gas station. Michael checked the gas meter and noticed it was awfully low. This gas stop would be his first one during this trip.

    Michael drove next to the station and got up from his car. The station was old, you had to use a credit card in order to pay for the gas. Most places used fingerprint analyzers to determine identity, bank accounts and such these days. Cash was no longer seen in paper form, it was all digital now. In fact, if you tried to pay with paper cash these days, your money would be refused. Michael kept his credit card with him exactly for these kinds of occasions. He pushed the card inside the reader and selected 80 dollars to be spent for gas. The gas price was up the roof by now, you had to pay twice the amount for every litre of gas.

    The gas station owner opened the door of the gas station store, it seemed he was still up. The man was in his fifties with a thick stubble and saggy skin, clearly from smoking. He was holding an unlit cigarete in his hand. He walked next to Michael before placing the cigarete into his mouth.

    ”Got a light, traveler?” The owner asked.
    ”You have a cust**** at 2 AM, and you ask if they got light?” Michael responded with slight confusion in his voice.
    ”Ye, see I'm what ya call an opportunist. So ya got light or what?”
    ”Sure. Just hold on a minute, I need to smoke one too.”
    ”Ain't nothin' better than a cancer stick on a lonely night, eh? Well well, why drivin' around so late if ya don't mind me askin'?”
    ”Business.” Michael answered and lit his and the old man's cigarete.
    ”Bus'ness, eh? That what they all say.”
    ”Common thing.”

    The gas pump beeped, the 80 dollars had been spent. Michael pulled the pump out and opened the door of his car. He grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and put them on.

    ”Say, what blood type are you?”
    ”Eh? Now what kinda question is that?”
    ”Just trying to keep the chit-chat going.”
    ”You coulda just asked my name. Well I think my blood type is B.”
    "I see.”
    ”You.. disappointed?”
    "Not at all."

    Michael grabbed the old man's head, pulled it down and shot his knee into the old man's stomach. Then he sinked his teeth into the old man's neck and took his fill for tonight. After he was done, he dragged the old man's body back into the store. He placed the owner behind the counter and smacked the man's head with the rear end of the shotgun that was underneath the counter. This way the owner might think that he had just hit his head and fallen unconscious. Michael clapped his hands a few times, as if he was driving the dust out, and walked back into his car.

    Michael started the engine and put the radio back on. He always enjoyed listening to the radio while on trips. He took off the leather gloves and placed them on the passenger's seat. Drinking blood was never fun for him, he took no pleasure doing it. However it was the only thing that kept him alive, and the Beast inside chained.

    It was still a long way home, especially since he had to attend some bothersome meeting. Yet, if he didn't show up, Dorian would make his unlife a living hell.. even more so than it already was. A popular twenties song suddenly bursted out of the radio, the artist was NewsCope. It was a peculiar name but the band had talent back in the day. Listening to the song, Michael drove off into the distance towards New York.

    When Michael arrived to New York, it was already 3 : 30 AM. He drove into the underground parking lot dedicated to the ”clientele” in the HQ. He sent a message to his assistant, Juli, that he was attending a meeting in the HQ before stepping out of the car. That way she wouldn't wonder where the boss had disappeared to. Once the message was sent he got out of the car and walked the stairs up into the 1st floor of the HQ. Nothing had changed inside, it was just as brand as it had been for the last 40 years. A chandelier was hanging in the middle of the lobby with a blood red carpet reaching from the front door to the elevators. The walls were made of granite and gave of a modern look. The security guard's desk was right in front of the elevators, you always had to made yourself known to him before you were allowed to use the elevators.

    ”There's a meeting here I'm supposed to attend.”
    ”Mm-hmm. Name?”
    ”Michael Colt.”
    ”Mm.. Yes, yes. How's wife and kids, Mikey?” The guard asked with a provocative tone.
    ”Screw you.” Michael responded and walked away.

    The security guard was one mean man. He was the kind of guy who no one wanted to be in contact with. He had all the information about the vampires ”registered” in the HQ databases, in other words he knew almost everything about the vampires around the world. This was a necessity since otherwise a Crix could get inside and create havoc. They are mindless beasts but some of them can be cunning.
    Michael stepped inside the elevator and pressed the 50th floor button. The elevator zoomed through the floors and eventually arrived to its destination. The 50th floor looked just like the lobby, with the exception that it only had a few more rooms.

    Michael stepped inside the meeting room and met with a castle-like feeling. A huge gothic-style window let the moonlight in, almost illuminating the whole room. There were a few candles on the walls to bring more light. Generally vampires like darkness more than light, which is quite obvious. A huge chandelier hanged above the table where the council members sat on their meetings. Dorian was sitting on his place, quietly reading a report of some kind. He raised his head slightly as Michael coughed.

    ”Take a seat, Mr. Colt. Only me and Shade are here.” Dorian said with his usual cold tone.
    ”Shade? Can't see that thing anywhere.”
    ”That is because you are not looking hard enough.”
    ”.. It's not like I really even want to se-”
    Emerging from Michael's own shadow, a rather disturbing Nosferatu made itself known.
    ”BOO! Scared ya, boss! Oi! Who ya callin' a thingy, boss?”

    That wretched stench appeared around Michael as soon as Shade made himself apparent. The smell of a rotting corpse was never a pleasant one. Thank goodness it was dark, Shade was not a pretty sight to see. Sadly his.. odor was still there. At first it made Michael sick but he soon adjusted. Shade walked over to his seat and slammed his legs on the table. Michael pulled the chair next to him and sat down. He looked at Dorian who was still busy reading some report.

    ”So why did you call me Dorian?”
    ”Patience. There's still a dozen more coming.”
    ”Why?”
    ”Didnae hear 'im? We wait aroond till dem otha playas arrive.” Shade said while pulling out what looked like a rotten piece of brain tissue from his nose.
    "Lookie dat! 'S a piece o' my brain! 'Ey, boss! Ya wanna piece o' me?! Eh heh heh!!"
    ”Right..”
    ”Hihi! Ya tee'd off, boss?”
    ”No, just tired.”
    Dead tired eh, boss? .. Eh heh heh!!”
    Shade laughed at his own joke, at least that's what you'd think.

    (( I'll post again once everyone has arrived.

    EDIT! By the way, Shade calls everyone as "boss" no matter who you are. ))
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    Curse of a Vampire
    - The Paper Mask –


    Under the cloak of your demise
    Held deep within that chalice of pain
    Locked tight behind that chest of death
    That paper mask it cries.



    “De survie pour tout voir. To be or not to be, aye there’s the point.” A spotlight focuses on a single figure, illuminating a pool of dust encompassing him. His appearance is that of a young male, with darkened hair and almost statuesque complexion. His beauty transcends beyond that of any human could comprehend and his gestures, far beyond elegant of this time.

    His arctic fingers slowly clutch at the vintage microphone in front of him. His fingers were pale, much like his complexion, and revealed finger nails that looked almost like glass, yet more sturdy and slender. The man pressed his lips upon the microphone, and sang.

    His voice flooded the entire concert, embarking chills into his millions of fans who instantly cheer in his presence. The stage is now filled completely by light, revealing the rest of the band. Two minutes pass into the song before a crescendo of applause is beamed, chanting for the famous guitar solo played by the singer. Death Valley, one of the most internationally famed rock bands of today’s generation, with Lestan de Launchét leading with vocals.

    A full hour and a half passed before the concert finally ended and the play off band get ready to kick off for the already more than riled audience. Lestan stubs a cigarette from his favourite brand as he embarked the tour bus, ready to return home with the rest of his crew. A word didn’t pass between him and his colleagues as he entered his private room aboard the bus. If only the world known what the rest of Death Valley had known about Lestan.

    Lestan walked to the glassed cabinet at the end of his room which revealed an assortment of liquors and precious fluids to sustain his life force on earth. Taking a short glass, Lestan filled it with ice, his favourite brand of whiskey, Jack Daniels, and a splash of unsullied blood. Cradling the liquid substance, Lestan lay on his bed and began to enjoy his freshly poured drink. An abrupt knock came to his door, interrupting Lestan’s pleasure.

    “Who is it?” Lestan asked unamused. “I-Its Lana. I’m here to see you babe.” Taking a large guzzle of his drink, Lestan approached the door, opening it to reveal the alluring figure of a timid young woman, around the same age as him…in human years.

    “Come in, sit down. What’s troubling you babe?” He motions to the leather sofa as he leads Lana into the room. “N-nothing Les. It’s just cold tonight.” Lestan gazed into Lana’s eyes as she briefly glanced away and tugged away at her lower lip with her teeth. “I frighten you don’t I.”
    “T-That’s not tru-” Lestan smiled, revealing his perfectly shaped teeth, and two menacing fangs. “Y’know darling, there is something you need to know about vampires. When we’re hungry…we can feel your blood. Just like now, I can see that pure life force pulsing through your veins, quickening your heart beat as I move closer to you. You fear me, and you have good reason to. I’m a demon of the night. The scourge of humanity. The eater of blood. The devourer of your soul.”

    With one gesture, Lestan instantly glamoured Lana, leaving her in an almost emotionless state. “Do you fear you now…my love?” She didn’t reply. Laying her flat on the sofa, Lestan drew himself towards the helpless girl’s legs, and opening them slightly. Savouring the scent of his victim, Lestan drew close to her thigh, and cut open a small wound with his spe******ed thimble. “The best source of blood runs through the leg. That is one thing that gothic lore had gotten wrong about us…creatures of the night.”
    Lestan then began to drink from the wound he created until his hunger was satiated. However, he did not want to drain the poor girl of blood, he did not want to kill her. As much as his animal instincts wanted him to devour his victim, he did not. He wanted her alive.

    Sighing, Lestan stood up and carried the Lana’s seemingly lifeless corpse into his bed. “Don’t worry my sweet darling; you will have no recollection of this event. They never do.” He brushed her hair and passed his hand over the wound he created on the thigh, and magically it disappeared. Another knock came to Lestan’s door. Annoyed, he replied:

    “Now is not the time!” the voice on the other side of the door responded with a unique eloquence of which Lestan was not familiar with. “Forgive me, Lestan. I will leave the package at the door.” Puzzled, Lestan quickly moved to open the door to catch the person to which the voice belonged to, but it was too late. The only thing he could see was the strange package, as promised, left at the foot of his door.

    Picking it up, Lestan read the note which was attached to the parcel. ‘Brought to the attention of Lestan de Launchét, from the honest folk where crimson blood flows’. “…Must be a joke.”

    Kicking the door closed behind him, Lestan immediately opened the package, revealing a marble box sealed by a simple red ribbon. Untying the bow, he removed the top of his box, revealing a mysterious figment from Lestan’s troubled past.
    It was the paper mask.

    Lestan grinded his teeth together as distant memories began to flood into his mind, things he wished he’d have not seen, things nobody should have to see. Further investigation of the marble box presented a small letter which had been stamped with a particularly familiar seal. Unwinding it, Lestan began to open the contents of the letter, and read it.

    “Of course…an invitation.”
    The letter ended with a particularly distinctive ‘D’, the signature no less.
    “Dorian Harbinger. You bastard.” Lestan crumpled the letter into a ball in his fist, throwing it angrily across the room.

    “What the **** does he know?...”

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    Calm Before the Storm


    Deus stepped out of the cramped room and walked down the hallway. He slept for the past few hours, the longest he slept in the past few months. He re-fixed his glasses back onto his face and continued to walk down the hallway till he came to two metal doors. Above the door was a panel that read Section 15. Deus was at one of the many facilities located around the world. This one was located underground, underneath the city of Newark, New Jersey. Deus walked into the lab and walked past a few long tables till he got to his desk. On it was a large computer system, with all kinds of screens, keyboards, and other devices. He sat in the rolling chair and stared at the many computer screens.

    "Alfred, bring up reports 2-5, and yesterday's fielding report". Deus waited for a response but none came. You gotta be kidding me

    Deus sighed, got up from his chair and walked over to a skull sitting on a nearby desk.

    "Alllfffreeeddd." He knocked on the skull. "Wake up. We got work to do"

    Out came a ghostly type figure that appeared in human form. If you didnt see him appear from the skull, who would think he was real. He wore a old suit jacket with brown dress paints and a pair of worn out shoes. He was also bald with a few whiskers on his chin.

    "You know, you could let me rest for once."


    Deus gave a small laugh. "Can artificial ghosts even sleep?" Deus walked back to his chair and sat down again, picking up a tablet and reading through the figures.

    "Hibernate is more of the word. And as you know, I was human once before. One of the best, most knowledgeable scientist that ever..." Deus gave a small wave. "Yea yea yea. I heard this about a million times. I know."

    Alfred was once considered one of America's top leading scientist, in many fields, ranging from nuclear science to quantum physics. At one point he dabbed his nose into some... unexpected circumstances and was killed. Or so they thought. Instead, whoever did this to Alfred made him into an artificial life form, both a ghost type figure (aka go through walls, disappear, etc) and na artificial intelligence (aka, able to control computers, etc etc.) Deus came into possession of Alfred during an excavation scan in Indonesia. He found him in an abandoned research facility. Deus took him back and kept it secret from everyone except his teammates. Alfred can't leave far from the skull, and doesn't know how to escape his forever imprisonment. Deus promised to help him if he could, in exchange for his help revolving around Noetic science.

    Alred waived his hand and a bunch of the screens came to life with different figures running. "Anything new with Patient 011010?"Blue asked. Alfred opened up some holographic modules in front of him, switching through the pages.

    He shook his head. "Nothing new at all. He seems immune to the coagulation. Should I initiate Lacrima 3?" Deus put his hand to his forehead and replied wit ha solemn "No". He had a lead meeting to attend to in 1 week. Him and his team were nowhere near close to what they promised to present. "How about Jana and Clyde? Any news on their front?"

    Alfred flipped through some more pages and shook his head again. "They havent reported in two days. I'll get Kevin to try to get in touch with them when he comes in tomorrow." Deus laid back in his chair. He would need to start over again. The board won't be happy with this. He raised his hand in the air. A water bottle started to float and flew over into his hand. He took a deep sip and laid it down next to him. "Oh by the way, Dorian sent you a message." Alfred snapped his fingers and a holographic message appeared a few feet infront of Deus. Deus sighed. "What the hell does he want?" Deus has had some confrontations with Dorian in the past. It was never good to be on the council's bad side, but Dorian was the only one Deus truely hated.

    Deus read the message. An important meeting with the council members? Located at Adelaide's HQ?This interested Deus. Dorian has kept distance from Deus for some time now. "Alright we are going." Alred shook his head understandingly, or so he though. He stopped himself short. "Wait...what? You are going?" Deus smiled. Alred knew this smile well. Deus had something up his sleeve.

    "Make sure potions 1-6 are ready to be moved. Place them in the container and have them ready in 5."
    Alred shrugged and started to type on a holographic keyboard.

    "Also make sure you are prepped and ready to go. You are coming also."

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    The Beast Within

    The night was pitch dark, and dull. A faint fog filled the air and gave Seth a distinctive musky taste each time he inhaled. Well, it was either that, or the metal thermos of blood that gave him the musky taste. ...No, it was definitely the blood. The closest thing to the taste of bagged blood Seth could think of was vomit. Dull vomit at that. He winced as the took another draught from the thermos. Cold bagged blood wasn't exactly fine dining, but at least it took the edge off his hunger. And it was a far better alternative than drinking from a live human. Why, the last time that happened... Seth closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about it, he had work to do, and by his watch, he had only little while to get into position.

    "Work" consisted of hunting down and killing Barry Clarson. A runaway Crix who had gotten himself in quite a lot of trouble in his first few weeks of newfound "freedom" of his beast. Sitting in his car, Seth reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out several clips of ammunition. Would it be silver bullets or incendiaries this time? Incendiaries. Seth read the file of Barry. That monster had killed children on his latest rampage. His last few moments should be full of suffering, Seth would see to that.

    A brisk walk from his car took Seth to the designated alley, he crouched behind a dumpster on the east side, readied his pistol, and waited. The minutes ticked by and by... This was Barry's way home every night, and he should be here any minute now; and Sanders, Seth's Nosferatu partner in this particular hunt, should be right behind him. Fifteen minutes later on the west side of the alley, along came Barry, tucked into his coat to ward off the biting cold and lost in his thoughts. Lost enough, in fact, not to realize that Sanders had stepped out of a nearby shadow wielding what seemed to Seth to be an ancient parking meeter. With a heavy backhanded swing and an overly loud "HEY-O!" Sanders smashed Barry into the brick wall.

    In an instant, Barry's true side came out full force. He snarled like a rabid animal, his fangs growing larger and this claws ready to rip Sanders to shreds. He leapt towards the Nosferatu with incredible speed. A speed that could nearly rival that of a bullet.

    ...Nearly.

    Three tiny streaks of fire found their way into Barry's back, sinking into his flesh. Barry stopped his assault, and let loose a cry of anguish that wracked the skies. Taking advantage of this respite, Sanders slammed his parking meeter mace into Barry with a massive uppercut, sending Barry careening towards Seth, sliding to a stop a few feet away.

    Slipping the sharpened hook out from the back of his belt, Seth walked over to the crippled Crix. Another gunshot rang out as he placed another bullet into Barry's kneecap. Leaving the deranged vampire's struggle to regain his footing dead in the water. Collapsing to the ground, wheezing and coughing blood, Barry raised his head to meet Seth's gaze with crazed eyes.

    "Hahahaha... I can smell you... I can smell the beast. It won't be long now little one. You'll be just like me... Just like meee..."

    Seth met Barry's madness with a cold stare. He brought the angular hook to meet the skin of Barry's neck. The thick, cool metal blade grating against the pale flesh.

    "There are many things different between you and me, Barry."

    He pulled the hook through.

    "For starters, I still have my head attached to the rest of my body."

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    Seth forced himself not to think of Barry's last words. The truth was he always felt close to the tipping point, too close. Leaving Sanders to clean up the mess, Seth wondered to himself why he didn't just shoot Barry in the heart and just skip the whole conversation before it even started. By the time he had reached his car again, Seth decided that bygones should stay bygones, and the rest of this night was best spent doing something more productive. Like more target practice.

    It was then that Seth saw it, the postcard left on his car, tucked under his windshield wiper. The photo was of a familiar building in New York, and the inscription read "Wish you were here..." along with an address and a decorative "D." Seth paused for a moment. Had he worked for a man who went by "D" before? No, not that he could think of. Whoever he was, he sure knew how to get Seth's attention. One thing was for certain though.

    A short car ride could answer a lot of questions. ...Either that or just create more.

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    Madness of the Living

    -700 years ago-

    Clouds darken the sky, wind brushes over the ground, a gate flings open with fury. A young man walks through the gate, bearing a mask of hatred upon him. His steps are firm, his posture clear and his eyes like two burned holes. Before the young man stands a massive castle made of stone, a place which he once called home. The young man was incapable of nostalgic feelings now, there was only a single emotion inside him: Wrath. Two guardians stood in front of the large wooden door which stood as a lock for the stone treasure chest.
    They see the young man and their reaction is full of confusion, the other whispers how this boy can still be alive. The other on the other hand grabs his spear firmly and points it at the young man, a man who the guard once played with when the boy was still a child.

    1st Guard: ”Stay back, mi lord. I wish no harm on you. Turn around and never come back, please.”
    2nd Guard: ”How can he.. ?”
    Theodore: ”Judgement clouded, viewpoint fixed.. A shameful display of puppetry.”
    1st Guard: ”What on earth are you talking about.. ?!”
    Theodore: ”I – must – kill – my – partner” (Control, 1st guard)
    2nd Guard: ”Wha-.. Urgh!!”
    Theodore: ”I – have – no – reason – to – live” (Control, 1st guard)
    1st Guard: ”I-I have no reason to live.. !!”

    The first guard suddenly plunged his spear through the chest of the 2nd guard. The guard was able to gargle some blood from his mouth before he fell on the steps as lifeless as stone. Following soon after, the first guard stabbed himself with the spear which had just taken the life of his partner. The first guard also fell on the stairs with his own spear stuck in his chest, dead as one could be.

    Theodore walked the steps with a nonchalant look on his face and opened the door to his former home. The castle was cold, wind escaped through an open window in the large hall known as a lobby. A large red carpet decorated the floor while several royal paintings hanged over the walls. A large chalice was also present and hanging from the roof in the middle of the room. Jacques, Theodore's father, loved chalices, thus there were an abundance of them inside the castle.

    Theodore: ”Sweet parent of this mind. I shall rip thine heart and feast on thine crimson river that flows inside thine vessel. Where art thou's presence I wonder?”

    The sound of notes echoed within the walls of the De la Xeshkat castle. Undoubtedly Jacques was playing his piano in his quarters, on the 2nd floor. Theodore's mind was set, he proceeded towards his father's room. Nothing had changed inside the castle, except the presence of a son. His vampiric powers were still new to him but somehow his minds knew how to use them. Perhaps that was the power of a Likava?

    A set of double doors flew open as Theodore marched inside. The father turned his head, only to find terror creeping up into his mind. His son, the one who was supposed to have been burned alive, was standing right in front of his eyes, unscathed. Jacques rose and drew his rapier without hesitation. He knew Theodore was after his blood.

    Jacques: ”Still alive. What a pest you are, my son. It would appear that I have to deal the killing blow on you myself. Prepare thyself!”
    Theodore: ”I have not come for thee yet, man bearing the face of Janus. Where is Mother's presence? This Wrath urges to converse with her mind.”
    Jacques: ”What.. ?!”
    Theodore: ”This Wrath's time is limited. Hurry, face of Janus”
    Jacques: ”You've gone insane!! I will put you into your final rest. Death awaits you!”
    Theodore: ”This vessel has already flown to Hell, face of Janus. This mind shall find Mother by itself.. !!” (Possession, Fear)
    Jacques: ”Agh.. My h-head.. !! W-wha.. What is h-happening?! AH! L-leave me alone monster!! I-I-I.. AAAAH!!!”

    Jacques hid under his desk while holding both his arms around his legs. He was shivering, fearing of getting attacked at any moment. There was no way to communicate with him anymore, his mind was gone, consumed by fear. Theodore left the pitiful excuse of a human being alone, for now. It seemed his father was not his target, but instead it was his mother.. ? Isabelle, Theodore's mother, was most likely in her own room on one of the three towers which drew a triangle on the sky.

    The clouds started weeping, crying, their tears washing away everything on the ground. Theodore glanced outside one of the windows and saw how the fires in the city were put out one after another. The fires served as guidance for late night travelers, sadly the rain extinguished the fires so travelers had to make do themselves.

    The prodigal son approached the long stairwell which rose all the way to the highest point of the rightmost tower. There were several paintings scattered all over the walls of the tower, it was to bring some ”life” to that otherwise empty stairwell. Finally Theodore reached the top and knocked on the door. Isabelle opened the door, only to hold her hand over her mouth and gasp. Fear was evident in her eyes. She backed down and stumbled on the floor, looking Theodore as if he was the devil himself. This was not the reaction of a mother who had been worried about her son, on the contrary.

    So this was the truth, Isabelle's reaction proved it all.. she was the one who killed Theodore. He had been the best possible son, a prodigy, and this was his reward? The wrath subsided from Theodore for a moment, instead a new emotion took over: Confusion.

    Theodore: ”This Confused one pleads for a thank-you note, Mother. Why did thee take the life which this vessel received from thee.. ?”
    Isabelle: ”You.. I can hardly understand you anymore. But.. You were too perfect, Theo. There were rumors that you had an ungodly guidance in you.. Something unnatural that shouldn't exist. Your father acted out of jealousy while I acted out of fear.. and I would do it again. You are not my son anymore. Somehow the Devil swallowed your soul and turned you into one of his minions! The fact that you are standing here proves everything!”
    Theodore: ”This mind's own Mother deceived it, killed it, because of words that escaped some uppity hags' lips? This mind no longer needs Confusion. Thou shalt feel the Wrath thee evoked by ending this vessel's function!”
    Isabelle: ”.. Ah!”

    Isabelle attacked Theodore with her rapier, piercing Theodore's now deceased lung. Seeing as Theodore didn't even flinch from the attack, Isabelle backed down again and dropped on her knees. A tear emerged from her eye and flowed down her pure cheek. Theodore took out his own rapier and hovered it above Isabelle's chest, where the heart lay. Just like Isabelle had crushed Theodore's heart, so would he hers. A thunder struck into the ground and a rapier pierced through a woman's heart.

    The first sin had been made.. Matricide.

    Before Isabelle fell on the ground, Theodore grabbed her from her neck, beared his fangs and drank her empty. Theodore's wrath had brought upon another dead soul. Thunder struck into the ground again, now the final piece of the puzzle was remaining..

    .. Janus.

    Rushing down the stairs, Theodore saw himself as a vengeful demon descending upon its target. He had spared Jacques only to relay for him the news of his wife's death. Cruelty, a monstrosity circled inside Theodore, he was no longer himself. Had he ever been? What if this was the real Theodore? A vengeful spirit with nothing but the torment of others in his mind?

    The question remained unanswered as Theodore pushed the final door to his father's to-be resting place open. Jacques was still shivering under the table, he hadn't moved an inch. Theodore hovered above him like a hungry shadow of the Abyss, he was anxious to tell how he had slain his own mother. Jacques raised his eyes from the floor only to whimper in fear as he saw Theodore's face above his.

    Theodore: ”The vessel that once carried this being has ceased its function. Metal slashed through the vessel's heart causing a ruby river flow onto the fabric that holds the world true. Thine hanging has come to an end, Janus. Embrace darkness, submit to it and be eternally tortured in the fires of Hell!!”
    Jacques: ”You.. k-killed Isabelle?! M-monster! Y-you are g-going too f-far.. !!”
    Theodore: ”Monster? This is what thee created, Janus. Do thee not love me.. ?”
    Jacques: ”B-b-burn in Hell, m-monster..”
    Theodore: ”Meet thine wretched love in eternity, Janus!”

    Theodore pushed two of his fingers deep into Jacques's eye sockets, crushing his eyes into little white pulps. He then formed a hook from his fingers and grabbed Jacques's jaw with his other hand. A blood filled concert filled the room as Jacques's jaw came off. As a finale, Theodore dragged the still barely breathing Jacques over to the window and threw him through it. Only a loud thump echoed from the ground as Jacques landed. Theodore watched the scene he had made for a while before vanishing from the face of the earth.

    The second sin had been made.. Patricide.

    Theodore: "This Wrath is satisfied."

    -Present-

    There was a slight knock on the door. Theodore turned around and faced his sparkling hotel suite. There was a big window behind Theodore which gave off an amazing view of the city. On his left was a king-sized bed in an alcove and on his right a plasma TV, not that he ever even opened the TV. Further in the room, near the front door, was a small bar with a counter and a few rotatable stools. Theodore walked over the expensive carpet to the front door and opened it. Behind it was standing a man in a tuxedo and big top hat. The man had a monocle and bushy white moustache.

    Theodore: ”What is thine calling, peasant in a noble disguise?”
    Man: ”There is a package for you, sir. Here it is, have a wonderful evening.”
    Theodore: ”A thank you for your king.”
    Man: ”Uh.. Yes, sir.”

    The man in a top hat left soon after. Theodore opened the package and was slightly shocked what was inside. A small tuck of hair was enveloped inside the package, along with a letter. The hair belonged to Theodore's long deceased mother, Isabelle. How on earth had someone gotten their hands on Isabelle's hair? Theodore opened the letter and saw it was an invitation. The bottom of the letter was decorated with a 'D', a distinctive signature of some sort. Theodore folded the letter and put it back in the package. He turned around and faced the window he had been watching through earlier.

    Theodore: ”Devil's Eyes calls this vessel to join a charade filled with those of lesser blood? Invitation.. refused.”

    (( OOC: Feels like every single line Theodore makes is a speech of some sort..

    Oh, by the way, Theodore refers to Dorian as "Devil's Eyes" since I remember that he had a pair of odd eyes, right? Don't worry Fluffy, he will join but he needs a little more persuasion ^^. ))
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    The night was clear and the stars could be seen from where Juli stood. The stars always looked the same. Over all these years they were still the same. The world had changed so much but the stars have stayed the same all this time. Except one. Sometime ago one star just disappeared and no one noticed but her. When you gaze upon the stars all your life in thought you notice these things.

    She looked down from the stars to look at the bar she stood before decided whether to actually go in or not. She was getting annoyed with her bosses lack of initiative so she decided to go in. She walked up to the bar, took a seat, and ordered a drink. She sat there quietly think to herself while drinking for a while before someone came up to her. The young guy came up and rested his elbow on the bar and looked her up and down.

    "What do you want?" she asked him without even turning to him.
    "How would you like a drink?" he asked, thinking himself cool.
    "I already have one." she said without emotion.
    "Heh, well how would you like something else from me. He gave out a small chuckle at how 'clever' he was.

    Juli turned to him and smiled.
    "There is something I would like from you." Julia said as she got up and pulled him to the back. The exited the door into the alley way. There he started making his moves on her. He was mediocre and was completely useless as most men she met were. It had been quite some time since she met anyone who could please her the way.... he could.

    Before the pathetic little man could do anything she pulled his head aside and laid her teeth into the neck of the man. He tasted of ash and alcohol but she had had worse. When she was done with him she threw him down in the garbage. He had been so drunk he would have thought he got lucky and passed out when he woke up anyway.

    She stepped out of the alley and lit up a cigarette. She stood there beneath the stars and sucked on the cig till it burnt down to the butt and she tossed it away. She got a text soon after words. 'boss has a meeting huh?' She tucked her phone away and lit another cig as she walked to the car.

    When she reached the HQ she went ahead and entered the meeting room. She walked forward and stood like a bird of prey behind her boss. Her back straight and her head high. You could tell by her demeanor that she would kill for him. As she stepped up behind him she gently moved Shade out of the way. She leaned forward and spoke into Mr. Colt's ear.

    "Mr. Colt," she said with an attitude which was probably all to familiar to him "Where in hell have you been? No offense sir."...

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    The despair of the servant


    A Tattoo appeared on jacks' shoulder He knew what it meant. It was a summons. He slid through the nearest wall of the building and walked through the wall of the lobby, and he nodded to the guard and said "sign me in." The guard did as he was told. Then jack walked through another wall and slid up behind the others already in the room. "Juli Goddamn it's been a while hasn't it" he said as he leaned on the wall, as mikaj's head materialized out of th
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    wall and said "i don't know what is going on but whatever it is it's big the concil is on its way and the amount of spiritual activity is immense this could easily go very bad very quickly."

    'so this could be something important if the council is involved. master didn't inform me of this so it means i'm somehow involved, and if michael is involved then it's definetly serious."
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    Arthur was walking along the streets of the slums of New York. Even after 600 years Arthur wasn't surprised that there were still shit holes in the world. The streets were dirty and every inch of the buildings were covered with filth. The stench was even worse, it was a mix of rotten milk, garbage, and corpses. The buildings were quite loud, outside you could see the lights of people partying having a good time. Arthur left the part of the street that stilled had working lights in it.

    It would be hard for a person to see in the darkness, however Arthur wasn't a person. A sickly looking woman walked out of an alley. She looked malnourished with obvious bruising. Arthur looked in disgust as he walked by. Arthur turned the corner into the alleyway. The alleyway was small and at the end of it was a red door. Arthur opened the red door and in it revealed a lighted room with several people in it. The room had several narcotics on a table in the center and around it was furniture. Everyone rose and pointed their pistols at Arthur.

    "Who in the hell are you?!" said a large man with dreadlocks who seemed to be the ringleader.

    Arthur looked at all the men, they looked cocky, stupid, and hopeless.

    "I'm just a guy who happened to walk into the wrong door." said Arthur in a calm cool voice.

    "Well don't walk in here again or else I'll cut ya," the man proceeded to pull out a switch blade and put it against Arthur's face, he then looked at side and saw his silver dagger "drop that pretty little knife though first."

    Arthur smiled at the man, he looked confused. He looked even more confused right after Arthur cut into his throat. Arthur then moved at incredible speed, too hard for the people to get off a proper shot at him. Arthur punched one of the men on the chin sending him flying into the air several feet, the other people were stunned for a second allowing more time for Arthur to dispatch the thugs one by one.

    At the end of it everyone was knocked out except for the ring leader who was holding onto his neck trying to stop the bleeding. He made sure he was looking as he feasted on the men one by one. Each screaming as the life was being sucked out of them. After he was done he started to walk towards the door, Arthur stopped at the ringleader who now had a puddle of blood in front of him. He looked at him and flashed his bloody fangs, terrifying him. Arthur then stomped on the man's head feeling the skull and brain being crushed under his foot.

    Arthur returned to his car a good distance from the slums. He then drove on a street that would lead out of town. A good several miles on a hill lied a mansion. The gate opened as Arthur entered his thumb print on a machine outside. Arthur got out of his car and looked at the view he had over the city. He turned around and opened the large wooden doors. The room was dark, only the moonlight was going in but the light was still dim. Arthur clapped three times and several artificial candles were lit. The decoration of the mansion was dark with an old fashioned feeling for it. The walls had displays of several paintings and weapons in frames. In fact everywhere in the house you could see weapons, all of them for decoration and utility. In the end of the room their was a large staircase that would split off into two areas of the room. Arthur moved towards it until he noticed a letter on the floor. He picked up the letter and opened it up with his dagger. The letter was an invitation, at the bottom of the letter was the distinctive D that many vampires knew of.

    "Dorian Harbringer, what trouble will you bring now?" Arthur sighed as he moved towards the upstairs to get a change of clothes and weapons for the meeting. He knew this would likely lead to some trouble, but how could he resist?

    From that day... my arm changed...
    and a voice echoed...
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    Give me more power!

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    Name: Belladonna Elenora Lailana di Luca
    Nickname: Bell
    Age: 381 (appears 19)
    Gender: Female
    Branch: Remetian

    Dark Power:
    The first two abilities are stronger when Bell has just drunk blood and become less effective the more days without blood pass.

    Magia del Sangue (Blood Magic):
    Bell is someone to whom the Remetian name really applies. Het power lies in blood control whenever this is human or vampire blood. Basic forms of blood magic are all very simple to her. This includes blood boiling, blood freezing and creating weapons from her own blood.

    Sangue Flessione (Blood Bending):
    The power is the ability that Bell prefers since it requires less real action from her and can be performed more silently. The ability is a very advanced form of blood magic. It lets Bell control her opponents moves by bending their blood into the ways that she wanted it to. This can force opponents to stop moving or move against their will. A simple flick of her wrist is enough to activate this ability. Of course this ability cannot be used when Bell cannot see her opponents. Resistance is possible, but one should have a stronger mind/magic power then Bell to even start thinking about blocking the power.

    Acido Sangue (Acid Blood):
    A passive ability that Bell has, that is not often used in battle. Bell blood simply has significant lower pH then normal vampire/human blood making it like acid. Since the blood is like acid it has all the abilities that regular acid has too meaning it can burn its way through various materials, making a physical contact with Bell’s blood quite a painful experience.

    Weapon:
    Her enhanced powers are enough for her. If her powers can’t do the trick then possible weapons won’t do any good either.

    Appearance:

    ((Not made by me, but by tobiee on deviantart))

    Bell is 1,68m and weights 58 kg. Her eyes are a shimmering green with a flare of red in it when she has drunk blood and black mascara around it which makes her pale skin even whiter. Make-up is very important to Bell and she has always lipstick, dark red, and mascara on her face.
    Her normal attire in this era is a green jacket as in the picture together with black trousers and casual black and white shoes. Under her jacket she wears a short black shirt that reveals her bellybutton with the text I love NY in white. Of course her clothing closet is much bigger than just those clothes, a lot bigger if you consider that she has lived through many fashion periods and brought for every period an amazing amount of clothes.

    ((o.O There is no personality. Why do I realized those things after I typed them out? I'm just going to store it then. It wasn't good to begin with.))

    History: ((Read this, even if you think you already know her! I changed some things around in the end.))

    Bell was born in 1659 in Italian city Florence which was in that time under great influence from the Baroque and remains of the Renaissance. She grew up as a maiden of the house of di Luca, which meant in common terms wealth and power. She lived there together with her father Blair di Luca (leaving out the five other names and four titles he carried), her mother Fedora Gambino – di Luca, her three year older brother Tullio Baldassarre Dante di Luca and a whole bunch of servants.

    In the Renaissance the family di Luca had made a rise in status due the many new possibilities in culture, architecture and economy and belonged now to one of the mightiest families in Florence. Also when the first impression of the Renaissance faded away and the Baroque started the family stayed strong partly because of their bonds with the family di Medici from who Bell’s grandmother was a far relative. For Bell all this power and might meant nothing more than lovely dresses, the finest food and too much guys who asked for her hands and she enjoyed every minute of it. In the halls of Palazzo di Luca, which was situated on the Piazza San Lorenzo, time seemed to be limitless and the atmosphere always good. She wished many times that the world could stay just like this, of course she did not know what was in store for her, yet she wanted to grow up and have children of her own, live in a nice villa on one of her famous Piazza’s and meet famous people.

    All girls in Florence and in the rest of the world got married around their 15th, but Bell’s parent believed in a different approach. Studying, becoming knowledgeable was their first priority and so it happened that Bell parents gave her away in marriage on her 19th to the son of family Valeriani; Athos. They lived in Venice and to strengthen di Luca’s relationship with the Valeriani family and their trades to Venice Bell had to leave the house she had spend so much time in and which had guarded her for so many years. Yet she was not sad. No, she wanted to go. Finally she would get a man and live the life she had dreamed of. Eagerly she left to meet her husband to be and to get marriage. The cart in Florence left with Bell inside, but when her new husband opened the door of the with gold decorated cart it was empty. The only thing what was left from Bell where the cushions which were no longer blue, but red from blood. Bell would never meet the man she was about to marry face to face.

    Of course she went to see him after ‘it’ had happened, but it was not the same. The man who had changed her life and took her chance on getting happy away she never knew. They attacked her cart in the middle of the night with six of them and one of them must have been her killer or savior if you consider that all of the others in the cart died. Yet she had become a vampire and her past life was gone, it was a life she now could never live.

    Bell didn’t flee from Italy. She remained lingering in Venice looking how her husband cried for her, how her parents cried with him, how they moved on and eventually forgot her, how her parents died and Athos found a new wife, got children and eventually died in 1710 (54 year). Then she moved away. She moved down to Sicilia where she soon was found by a vampire family, the Remetians. Of course Bell had no idea yet that she was a Remetian, she had simply survived by feeding and had never felt the urge to test if she had anymore strengths than that. Their leader was Carlo Maimone, a ruthless man who used his power for nothing else then his own good. He looked like the common mafia leader you see in movie’s; black suit, black glasses, black hat, black polished shoes and a cigar in his mouth. He saw great potential in Bell and gave her permission to study in his house.

    During the 19th century Bell spend a great deal of her time in the libraries of the Sicilian family. As her knowledge grew so did her powers as a vampire. Soon her powers to blend blood became famous under the vampires in Sicilia. Carlo himself decided that it was time that he started take her training over. So the little princess from Florence disappeared and instead a girl came forth who did not hesitate to torture, cheat and kill.

    Currently Bell still lives in Italy as a representative of Carlo on the Sicilian Isle after the man moved to America. Their contact is quite good if something like that can be said about the relationship of the two. But recent events have even worried the progressive leader of the Remetians.
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    The lights were out in the park, no shine illuminating the trees, no light to cast its reflection in the lake nearby middle with the fountain sprouting water from its pipes, every lamp having been mercilessly smashed in. All was pitch black except for one point of light, lying on a bench, hat drawn over his eyes a figure laid, cigarette in mouth, its point faintly smoldering. The man’s coat was old, worn with repairs and patches, an odd thing with bells at the end of each tail. The hat was the kind of thing one expect an entertainer or a person several centuries ago wear. Lifting it he gave them a glance before draping it over his eyes again, blowing out a smoke ring seemingly without a care in the world.
    Standing above him the men moved his hat to see him. Staring back at them was a young man, his hair a spiky gray mess, an amused glint in his eyes as he eyed them as attentively, the red eyes did not concern the men, contacts were popular. The both of them wore police uniforms and those slightly ridiculous hats that unfortunately were part of it. One shone a flashlight in the man’s face while the other eagerly held his hand above his holster, hoping for a bit of action on this boring night. The man with the flashlight was middle aged, his face bored, only wishing to get his shift done and get back home and sleep. His partner was the opposite, young and eager, not yet weary with the life of a police. Drawing in the smoke the man puffed out a cloud of smoke at the senior of the two who coughing waved it away.

    “Why hello there, decided to join me on this fine night officer?”

    “No, we’re looking for who smashed all the lamps here, you know anything about it?” he said wearily, far too accustomed with what a waste of time questioning people used to be.

    “As a matter of fact I do” the man said as he stared at the sky, “It was me, thought it be nice to do some stargazing, but then I changed my mind and rested my eyes a bit instead. A bit pointless smashing them all in, eh?” he said as reached his hand inside of his hat, rummaged a bit inside it and with a satisfied sound took out a small bottle filled with clear liquor, opening it the stench of it hit the policeman, that had to be almost, if not 100% alcohol “still, now that I look at them, sure one of my better ideas” he said as he took a sip of his liquor.

    Somewhat surprised but pleased he didn’t have to spend a night on a worthless search for the criminal he gave his college a sign to get his gun up. The man was a classic drunk vandal, and he had been in the police long enough to learn a few precautions were a good idea “Well then, you’re under arrest for destroying government property, down on the ground” he said as he took out the handcuffs as the man obediently went down after on the ground, after having placed back his bottle. Just before placing the handcuffs a song pierced the air from one of the man’s numerous pockets. “Oh, might I answer that? Before you confiscate it and all, I hate people to think I ignore them so should tell them I be in prison for a while” Rummaging in the man’s pockets he found his mobile, an old outdated thing, about what he expected. Turning of the music he checked the owners name before checking the sender, Gideon Scurra.

    “Come on, it’s a crappy thing I know but no need to stare, who is it?”
    “It’s from somebody named D”
    “D?” the man asked puzzled, “Give it here will you?”

    Shrugging the police bent down, clicking the message and showed it to Gideon “Oh damn, it’s him, figures, the only bastard arrogant enough to think he owns a letter. You don’t see me referring myself as G are you? No you don’t. Sure one guy I don’t want to see, still this is important. Sorry guys but can’t come with you, was looking forward to escape prison again, but hey, what the heck! I got to check this one out” Placing his hands on the ground he swung his legs around, swiping away the policeman’s legs while pushing himself up, reaching inside his coat, cane the size for a child in hand he threw it at the other policeman before he could shot, knocking the gun from his hands. Jumping over he grabbed the gun and his cane and aimed the pistol at the other police who just had reached towards his own pistol. “Surprise, surprise, didn’t think I could do that did you? Throw the gun here now would you?” Gritting his teeth the policeman threw the gun over, able to do nothing as the man put both guns in his coat. Leaning on his cane which somehow seemed to have grown to suit his size he smiled at the pair “Need these I believe, if this goes poorly I probably need them, if this goes well I probably need them too. Thinking about it however this goes I will need some firepower” Shrugging he rushed into the dark, the bells on his cloak jingling, the sound accompanying the vanishing figure till they too disappeared. Staring at his senior the junior of the team said “What the hell did just happen?”
    “Shit, I hoped you tell me”
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    A warm southern wind swept through the streets of New York. The city is still regarded as ”The City that Never Sleeps”, this title is more than suitable. Humans roamed the city during the day while the vampires roamed during the night, a perfect harmony which was as easy to break as a chicken egg. Sirens screamed in the distance, the choir created by the terror filled people echoed throughout the city.
    Theodore was fascinated by this chaos, the chaos had always existed and it would never stop existing. If only he could understand it. This was an impossibility however. He was more than lost about himself than anything else.. This disease, this branch was something that prevented Theodore from focusing. The anxious whispers of the past, present and future barred the entrance to Theodore. Yet these whispers seemed to always point him in the right direction..

    Theodore had no intention on joining some farce orchestrated by Dorian Harbinger. Then again his cynical side was now the defining part of him so that played a big part of his likes and dislikes. Theodore kept watching outside from one of the windows in his hotel suite. This was a very convenient spot for him. He was allowed to watch the outside world while they could not watch him, or at least they didn't bother to watch him. The box with the tuft of Isabelle's hair and the invitation letter still rest on the table near Theodore. As if being possessed by the ever obnoxious curiousness, Theodore had to open the box and feel Isabelle's tuft of hair again.

    Theodore: ”Flowing honey, the color of thine pure hair, Mother. Devil's Eyes defiled thine wilted flower of a carcass, did the curious florist's work on thine beautiful scalp and left thee open, waiting for an autopsy. This mind struggles to comprehend such an occurrence.”

    A small sparkle emerged from Theodore's forehead, like a sweatdrop, and fell on the floor. The sparkle flashed once before starting to grow. Soon a little being stood right in front of Theodore, looking at him with two bright yellow eyes. The being twitched its head to the side, as if trying to figure out what was going on inside Theodore's head. After staring Theodore for half a minute, the being grew a huge smile on its face and started laughing. It pointed its thin finger at Theodore and rolled on the floor laughing. Theodore himself couldn't quite understand the hilarity of the situation. He stood there silently, waiting for the little being to stop laughing.

    Little Guy: ”You have a funny face!” The being said with a childish, yet raspy voice.
    Theodore: ”A demon made of black licorice stands before me, yet again has one broken its shackles. Shall I banish thee into Ether, candy?”
    Little Guy: "Nooo.. I wanna plaaaaaay.. Kcha, kcha!” The being had a twisted laughter and a very.. abnormal way of speaking.

    The being ran to the counter and grabbed a kitchen knife from one of the drawers. It faced Theodore with its mouth wide open and head hanging on the side, as if it was being hanged. The being laughed again before running to the door and looking for a way out. Theodore took immediate control of the little being before it was able to escape and drew its ”heart” out, as in one of Theodore's emotions.

    The being's body evaporated into thin air and the small sparkle from earlier flew back into Theodore's forehead. Theodore threw the tuft of hair back into the box, took his white cane with a golden ball on top and walked out. It seemed he had a change of heart, in fact his whole demeanor changed into a more.. merry one. He laughed on his way to the stairs, while walking down the stairs and when he exit the hotel.

    Theodore: ”A joyful occasion awaits this Joyful mind, so why hasn't it swum to the party yet? Because of a shark in the bowl? Hoho! Such is the ridicule of this world!”

    Adelaide's HQ was only a short distance away so Theodore walked, laughing merrily while giving his cane a spin every now and then. Those few midnight walkers turned their heads around as Theodore walked past them and laughed. They chose not to act, perhaps it was too bothersome Whatever the reason, Theodore made his way to Adelaide's HQ with no problems. Finally Theodore arrived to the entrance of the HQ. The splendor of granite walls and bloody carpet were always rather breathtaking.

    Theodore: ”The guard hound stands before this Joyful mind, what is thine calling?”
    Security guard: ”Hmm? Oh, a Likava. Great, just fantastic.”
    Theodore: ”Thine words lie, guard hound. Let this Joyful mind pleasure itself with the electronic staircase.”
    Security guard: ”Electronic staircase.. Pfft, right. Wait, wait! Hold it. What's your name, pal?”
    Theodore: ”This mind is Joyful.”
    Security guard: ”Ugh.. what was the name you went with when you were alive?”
    Theodore: ”My used handle was Theodore de la Xeshkat. Let it be known, that title no longer qualifies this existance.”
    Security guard: ”Yeah, whatever. People still call you Theodore so deal with it. Have a nice flight, fossil.”
    Theodore: ”This mind sends a thank you for thee, bulldog.”

    Theodore stepped inside the elevator and pressed the button for the 50th floor. The usual elevator music sprang to life as the elevator started moving. Theodore stared at the buttons, not moving an inch. He was afraid of these futuristic contraptions. Once the elevator reached its destination, Theodore quickly jumped out and pat on his suit as if it had been dirtied by the elevator.

    He walked inside the meeting room and was met with a bunch of cold stares. Right next to him stood Jack and his demon companion: Mikaj. Jullianna-Maria had taken her place behind Michael, watching over him like a guardian angel. Michael was sitting and looking as tired as ever. On the other end of the table sat Dorian himself and next to Dorian was the ever disgusting council representative of the Nosferatus, Shade. Theodore walked over to the gothic window, crossed his arms behind his back while holding his cane and started watching through the window.

    Theodore: ”This Joyful presence has arrived, Devil's Eyes.”
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