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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>  (Original Message)Sent: 4/5/2007 9:38 AM
Name: Terrill
Age: Four and a half billion years old.
Race: Firstborn Elf
 
Description: Terrill is tall, fair-haired, and his eyes hold a calm grimness that seem to evaluate disspassionately everything they focus upon. His actions are sharp, quick, well-defined - like the sword that hangs from his belt. His voice clear, his intonation firm and factual, made ever moreso by the Firsborn accent. His clothes are light, simple, of green and grey, with a belt and boots of soft leather, the standard dress of the Firstborn, male or female. In the colder months, a hooded cloak of grey is also worn.
 
Weapons: Terrill carries a fine sword in a dark blue scabbard, called Eltieviel, or Rainfire. The handle is an intricate tracery of lapis set in lignum vitae, the crosspiece a crescent of bright metal. The blade is smooth, flawless, with a watered look as of the finest Damascan steel. Terrill also carries a small dagger, the companion piece to Eltieviel, basically a smaller version of the sword.
 
History:
Terrill was created, with the rest of his race, at the earth's creation, by the Firstborn Elven Goddess, Elthia Calasiouve. By her hand was he called up out of nothingness, and set upon the earth to care for humankind, to help and heal, aid and comfort them, forever. His four and a half billion year history is far too long to be written here, in such short paragraphs. Suffice it to say that he has seen much, knows much.
 
Terrill, once named Sanai, lived with a handful of his kindred within Malvern Forest, on the borders of a small village called Saint Brigid. There, with Varden, Natil, Talla, Mirya, and the witches, Charity and Roxanne, he helped shape the fate of many, helping and healing as he could..........
 
Charity, once a bitter, lonely, ugly old crone, was reborn through the power of the Firstborn, as young Charity, given a new life, and a second chance at love.
 
Roxanne, taking Charity as her apprentice in the Old Ways, fellin love with Sanai, and their union brought about the birth of Sanai's son, Lakei.
 
Miriam, once a power-stricken young healer girl, raped upon the roadway leading in to Saint Brigid, was transformed into the Firstborn Elf, Mirya, in an effort to help her come to terms with her power, her rage, and her quest for revenge.
 
Terrill has known loss and loneliness. Once, captured by men while picnicking with his beloved, he was forced to watch the bandits rape, then kill her, and afterwards, was himself left for dead. A short time later, Terrill, then known as Sanai, with his brother Varden, tracked the men and destroyed them in revenge. After that day, Varden put up his sword, never to use it again. Sanai, on the other hand, never went unarmed again. For a long time, Sanai was a broken creature, until he met, and fell in love with, Roxanne.
 
Terrill, after having been rescued by his good friend Komm from an Inquisition, and certain burning, wandered for a time, bidding farewell to the world, certain that he was to fade, to join the rest of his kind. It was not to be. Terrill found himself drawn to Komm's new home, the Wampyr's Coven. Here he helps and heals as he is able, and awaits the awakening of Komm, knowing that the decisions to follow that awakening may hold the futures of all within, not just the Coven, but all the world.


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:44 AM
Elizabeth Eileen (Elizabeth) 

Age: 24

Height: 5'9"

Race: Human/ Demon

Eyes: Soft Blue

Hair: Golden Blonde

Skin Tone: Dark Ivory

Attributes

Strength: Elizabeth is quite strong for her build when compared to other women her size. 

Dexterity: Very Graceful and Agile and Quick

Constitution: Rarely gets sick, if at all.

Wisdom: She knows wisdom beyond her years.

Intelligence: High, was schooled under the best resources.

Charisma & Charm: Slightly flirtatous with a side of wit.  

Alignment: Neutral 

History: Elizabeth was born into a wealthy half human, half demon family.  She has attributes of both sides.  Her mother was the demon, she was also a witch.  Elizabeth has inheirited mostly from her mother. Her skills in magicks are extremely high and she has the perceptions of a full blood demon.  From her father she recieved his heart and sympathy for all creatures.  Her parents taught her well in the subjects of art and history.  Her uncle, a demon warrior, insisted that she learn to at least defend herself, but the lessons from her uncle became much more than defensive.  Elizabeth excelled dramtically in the use of all sorts of a weapons, she became, to say the least, very talented in that area.  As she grew, she learned more of weaponry but even more of magick.  She learned so much from her mother and became so interested in the magicks they brought in an 'expert' to teach her more.  As she was learning she made mistakes and she learned from them.  her favorite subjects were easily said to be weapons and magick.  When Elizabeth came of age to marry (old human custom) Elizabeth put up a mighty fight to not be married so early.  Her father would hear none of her arguements, so Elizabeth gathered her favorite book and favorite weapons, as well as her favorite mount and left.  She ran and she only looked back for her mother.  She learned to live well alone, and come into only brief contact with others.  She survived with what she had and never saw it as a bad situation. 


Ok you have made the profile. Now time to post your entrance into the Coven. Now to make this easier just post an answer to these question and be creative.

1. How did you get the Coven? Why did you come?

I was cruising for interesting groups on MSN and decided that this looked like a place I'd love to RP at.

2. What do you think when you first see the Covens inhabitants?

They reminded me of a group called Dragon's Lair 2 that I used to belong to.  They also seemed creative and pleasant.

3. How do you approach?

I don't understand the question.


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:45 AM

Prince Drachen Kayriel

Age: Over 5,000+

Height: 6'8"

Race: Vampyre

Eyes: Black

Hair: Black

Known Family:  Lord Komm Kayriel (father), Lady Death-Hope Kayriel (mother), Drieanna Kayriel (twin sister)

Attributes

Strength: Extremely strong, as with all Kayriel's.

Dexterity: Graceful, almost feline. Slightly slower than Komm, but still incredibly quick. Blink, and you'll miss it.

Constitution: Vampyre constitution. Never tires, never ill, heals almost instantly, rarely in pain.

Wisdom/Intelligence: Taught by the finest minds that the Kayriel's could find, Drachen's intelligence is extremely high. Wisdom might take a little more work....

Charisma & Charm: A true rebel, Drachen's Charm and Charisma lies in his quick wit, his devilish good looks, and his wild nature. 

Alignment: Neutral 

History:

Born only minutes apart, Drachen is the younger of the Kayriel twins. Where their parents are calm, noble, and regal, the twins, Drachen and Drieanna are more outgoing, wild, and carefree. When placed side by side the night they were born, Drachen and Drieanna's hands entwined, showing their strong bond to each other, a bond that has grown ever stronger as they grew. They are capable of feelings, hearing, and sensing the thoughts, actions, pains, and joys of the other, and often, finish each other's sentences, almost as if thinking from the very same mind. Though neither child possesses a demon soul, as their parents do, they do hold some power akin to that of their parents; though where Komm and Hope's powers arise from power over the dead and necromancy, the Twins' power seems to stem from the fires of the Hell Dimension of their home world...

Drachen, growing bored with the rule of Triock, and anxious to be out exploring the world, left his twin sister, Drieanna, to rule alone, and he set out to explore the vast and numerous worlds of which his mother and father speak of whenever they check in on their children. In this way, Drachen tracked his parents to the Land they now rule, and, bypassing it, made his way directly to the lands of the Coven, where he heard tales and legends of such powerful and noble beings. Hearing tales of a being named Lestat, the Emperor of the Dead, and Father of Vampires, and an old legend of a Gargoyle King and God that bore the same name as his father,  Drachen makes his way directly to the Coven, to meet Lestat, and make himself known as a true being of power in a new land....though his sister is never far from his heart.


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:46 AM

Lord Komm Kayriel

Name: Lord Komm Kayriel.

Race: Vampyre/Demon.

Age: 150,000+ years old

Known Family: Lady Death-Hope Kayriel (wife), Drachen and Drieanna Kayriel (twin children)

Description:

Normal: Komm, a Vampire/Demon, changed by the Triplets to make him their Angel of Death, stands at an impressive eight feet tall. His skin is pale, his hair long and black, held back in a ponytail that reaches almost to his hips. In his Human form, Komm still retains all of the power, strength, instincts and skill that make him such a terrifying Demon. However, in Vampyre form, he is ruled by a different force within, and that force causes him to be more intelligent and pure of soul than his Demon form, which is ruled by chaos, evil, and destruction. He wears black leather pants, a white silk shirt and a long black overcoat. When needed, he can sprout wings of the blackest feathers in order to fly.

Demon: In his Demon form, Komm is a creature of malice, evil, and chaos. This form stands at just under ten feet tall, is covered with spines and blades that make up part of the armor he still wears. Though the blades, spines and armor look dirty, uncared for and weak, they are just about invulnerable. His hair remains long, but is now a dirty white color, and his face grows a snout filled with rows of razor-sharp fangs that are capable of biting clean through solid steel. Komm loses all sense of who he is when in this form, and this Demon Form has given itself the name of De'Kom, (Demon Komm), as a taunt to the one who would be it's prison. De'Kom is a fast, strong, dangerous, evil, and, above all insanely ravenous animal that would be very tough, if not impossible, to beat. There is but one person who could tame the beast, Komm’s wife, Lady Death. Through their marriage, De’Kom and Lady Demon were also wed, yet their love is based more on pain than pleasure�?

Items and Abilities: He is a fierce protector of those he loves. He is capable of healing himself almost instantaneously, reading minds, and no longer turns to ash in daylight. He knows the same magics as Lady Death, his wife, but prefers not to use them, as they remind him of the Triplets power over him. His weapons of choice are his hands and feet, and his impressive brute strength; however, he does carry a large broadsword, named Corruption. This Komm uses when the battle becomes too great for him to handle unarmed.........which is very rare.  

 

The Story thus far�?: Komm’s history is unknown to all but the now deceased Triplets, who stole him from his former life, and erased every past memory from him in order to make him their Angel of Death.

Komm is a Vampyre, but how he came to be, none know. He is unlike most Vampyres of Triock, and seems to have been of noble birth in his long forgotten past. He carries a strength, nobility, intelligence, and goodwill that are not often found within a Vampyre, especially not one invested with a Demon soul.

When Komm felt the demise of the Triplets, he flew into a rage against a prison he thought he would never escape again. Transforming into De’Kom, his Demon form, he struggled against his own imprisonment for many, many years, trying all he could to break out. However, nothing he tried was successful, and he resigned himself to be trapped forever within the Pit.

Soon after that, however, the new ruler of Threndor, Lady Death, in her Demon form appeared before him, claiming him as her perfect mate. She released him from the pit, wed him, and they returned to Triock to rule.

Komm and Lady Death Kayriel have since left Triock, and it’s companion hell of Threndor, to travel to other lands in search for new experiences�?They have since settled in a new Land, taken from the former rulers, a harsh and evil people, in order to free the souls trapped by the former ruler's malice. In payment for their freedom, and in honor of the service done them by Lord and Lady Kayriel, the people of this land, The Harruc'hai, a strong, proud and pure people, built the Castle Kayriel for the Lord and Lady, and swore an unending service to them, which the Lord and Lady Kayriel immediately released them from, taking only the vow that if they Harruc'hai were ever needed in battle, they would come to the aid of the Kayriels'.

Updated:

Hearing tales of battles in a far-off land, and legends of a noble Gargoyle King and God who shared his name, Komm Kayriel travels to the land of The Coven, and there, becomes involved in a battle between Vampires and humans. During the battle, Komm meets two creatures, Orion and Raven, and thus begins Komm's true adventures in the Coven....


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:46 AM
Name: Jack Malone
 
Age: 125 (appearance of age 25)
 
6'5" Dark hair Black eyes Italian Background
 
Vampire turned at age of 23, even though he is able to walk in sunlight, it has been known to give him migrains if he is in extremely high temperatures. He is often seen with shades on to protect his eyes.
 
Strength: Medium built, with the strength of three large humans
 
Dexterity: Light on his feet and speed of a race horse
 
Knowledge: Served in the Vietnam war, as a Sargent
 
Weapons: Two 38 specials kept close by and bull whip
 
History: Jack Malone was a loner for many years, he had been in California in the 1800s' at a local saloon when taking a girl home, she turned him. She never gave him her real name, he just called her Fancy. He realized that he would never age and adapted to history to blend in with others. Only feeding on humans that no-one knew and never missed. As the years passed, he served in the Vietnam war and later learned to make his own I D cards. To this day he only appears as 25. Searching for his ancestors in Europe, he finds out about the coven and hopes to find family or at least make new friends.

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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:50 AM
 
(Vampyre form)
 
Name:  Amara Rae Mystal
Age: 17
Race: 1/2 Vampyre 1/2 Human
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120lbs
Description: Long waist length jet black hair, striking blue eyes, and very pale skin.
Strength:  Small frame but has the strength of a man 5 times her size.
Dexterity:  Graceful
Constitution:  Has never gotten sick.
Wisdom:  Beyond her young years.
Intelligence:  Extremely High
Charisma:  Cocky
Alignment:  Neuteral
History:
Amara was born to a human father and a vampyre mother.  Her mother quickly after conception killed her father.  She was then hunted until she gave birth.  After the long and difficult labor her mother was to weak to run when she heard the hunters. She quickly hid baby Amara behind a large boulder and came into the open, hoping to save her child.  The hunters killed Amara's mother that night.  In the morning a woman walking just happened to walk across the newborn baby.  Knowing that the child would obviously not live on its own she took Amara into her home.  There Amara stayed until the night some people wandering in the woods can across their home.  Seeing Amara, who had controlled her craving for blood by drinking from different small animals, in her vampyre form they knew what she was.  Knowing that they would be back and probably with more people to kill her and her "mother" she quickly packed some of her things and ran away from home.  For the last 2 years sence that night Amara has went from place to place looking for a place that she would be accepted.
 
 
 
(Human form)

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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:50 AM

 

 

 

 

 

About Me>

Name: Roxy
DOB: 6/8/72
Hometown: Chicago, IL
Email Addy: [email protected]

About Your Character>

Charater's Name: Rhianna Caine
Face: Sophia Bush
Age: looks 22; is 75yo
Height:
5'7"
Weight:
125 lbs.
Origin: Chicago, IL/San Antonio, TX
Marital Status: Single

Attributes>

Strength: vampiric strength, keen hearing and eyesight, also she is a witch who is able to call on her Goddess Diana for assistance. She is immuned to the common illnesses.  She does not like anything blessed in the name of Christianity, that's her krptonite; though she's not all that evil.
Dexterity/Constitution:  ju-jitsu, tai chi, basic brawling, very alert and isn't taken down easily, agile, cunning, stealth, and sneaky
Wisdom: has worldly wisdom, belonged to a coven before she was made a vampire and has long since left them but her high priestess helps her fight her demons; she is still trying to subdue her vampiric tendencies and has yet to experience her first kill; she is a novice at being a vampire but an elder at being a witch
Intelligence:  very intelligent, still tries to keep up with everything and anything, read constantly and write down everything in a journal that never leaves her person
Charisma: is a loner, shy and tends to keep to herself for the fear of hurting someone; this also stems from her past of being hurt as well

Alignment>

is trying to subdue the vampire inside of her, but is hearing the calling stronger every day that passes...

Character's Bio>

will be posted as an entrance


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:51 AM

 

{human form} 

  

{wolf form}

 

Name:  Angelina Richards {a.k.a Whisper}

Age: 120 {appears late teens}

Sex: Female

Height:  5ft {7ft in Wolf}

Weight:  95lbs {290lbs in Wolf}

Hair Colour & Style:  Dark Brown, hip length, straight {Cosmic Blue, sleek in Wolf}

Eye Colour:  Chocolate Brown {Golden Yellow in Wolf}

Race:  Dyre Wolf  {Lycan}

Allignment:  Chaotic/Good

General Description:  Whisper carries herself as quietly as possible, hence her name.  In her human state, her dark eyes are brooding and hypnotic for the most part, hiding her intelligence and motives.  She can move through a room almost unnoticed and for the most part, she prefers it that way.  She carries no real weaponry and has no training to do so as her counterpart has all the natural weapons one needs.  She dresses plainly, using pastel and pale colours with little to no design on them.  It is very rare to hear her speak and when she does, it is only for a solid reason.  Her long hair is usually left free, hiding most of her face and her megre height does the rest for her.

In her wolf state, Whisper is just as quiet.  Her golden coloured eyes are forever alert and attuned to everything around her and she moves with incredible stealth and speed.  Unlike most of her relatives, she has never howled at the moon, nor to others of her kind and she has no intention to.  Whisper only hunts when she needs to, thus staying below pretty much every radar going and is forever on the move, never drawing attention to herself.  When she does hunt, she carries an impressive paw of claws that are razor sharp and deadly and keep both them and her teeth and impecable condition, you never know when it may save your life one day.  Despite her seeming massive size to her human counterpart, Whisper makes herself appear small and unthreatening, staying on all fours and is quick to hide when threatened.

History:  Angelina has always held the nickname of Whisper, ever since she was a child.  She was born in Whitehapel, London while Queen Victoria still held the throne.  Her mother was an Unfortunate, in Lamens's terms a prostitute and Angelina was taken to a Catholic home for unwanted children when she was but a few months old, half dead from starvation and addicted to opium through her mother's habit.  It was said by the House Master, David Richards Snr that Angelina's mother was insane for when asked about the baby's father, the woman laughed, saying he was the Wolfman.  Angelina was labelled a bastard and put with other fatherless children of her age.

Despite the horrendous conditions of the workhouse she grew up well.  She never had any serious illness and malnutrition never seemed to affect her as it did others.  Her pretty looks soon won her the favours of the House Master and he adopted her at the age of six.  It was he that named her Angelina.  He took her out of the workhouse and placed her in his own home as a surrogate daughter and companion for his older son David Jnr who was eleven.  The children soon became inseperable and it was David that gave her her nickname for she would never speak without a reason.  David Jnr and Whisper grew up in the relative luxery of a rich household in Mayfair and her connections with Chapeltown were soon lost to memory.  Angelina had never really known anything else other than a few scant memories of the workhouse and growing up in the Richards' home.  Richards Snr, after much deliberation with his wife, sent Angelina to school when she reached eight to give her the best education money could buy.  David was also sent to school, but in another part of London.  It would be eight years before they saw each other again.

Angelina blossomed into a lovely and well groomed woman and when she returned home at the age of sixteen, her father and mother were very proud of her.  Whisper still remained as silent as ever, whispering to speak and only speaking to be heard when spoken to.  This was deemed a lovely habit and it soon won her many suitors.  Unfortunately however, it was also around this time that history was about to bite, literally.  The insane ramblings of her birth mother had always been believed fantasy, but as Whisper matured, her true father's nature began to surface.  She began to disappear at night, only to return in the morning covered in blood and mutilated bodies were found in abundance in the Whitechapel.  Her adopted mother first discovered the terrible secret after hearing her daughter sneaking back into the house before dawn and quickly went about hiding the evidence.  It would bring the whole family to shame if such horrible affairs were brought to their door.  Soon eafter, Whisper was sent away under the guise of going to a finishing school in Paris.

Instead, she was kept in a convent in Prague until she reached the age of 25.  Whisper never complained, nor spoke about what had been done to her and the many beatings from the nuns went unhindered and unquestioned.  Whisper believed she was evil and should be punished as such.  She was kept locked in a room in chains for most of her stay there with her food handed through a slot in the door and she was only allowed out to go to Mass and a weekly confession.  When she stopped ageing soon after her 20th birthday, she was deemed to be in league with the Devil and was moved to live in the church itself.  The Cardinal took a personal responsibility for Whisper and she was subjected to many hours of lecturing on the bible and penitence methods.  One of which, she still carries the scar to this day.  For the period of one month, Whisper was forced to wear a belt of broken glass around her middle.  Other such methods included whipping, sleep deprivation and starvation.  When the Cardinal died several years later, Whisper remained under the private chapel until the new Cardinal came.  His ways of teaching were far different and Whisper learned of kindness once again.  The constant punishments had left her emaciated and broken.  The new Cardinal ended all the penitence and bible lectures and made her a ward of the church.  She was then sent to Rome to be inserted into a convent.  Once again, Whisper never made a sound.

The next 30 years were spent at the new convent in Rome and during that time, Whispers counterpart ridded the streets of many, leaving a trail of death in her wake.  Her fellow nuns became afraid of her continual silence and complacency and she was cast out to live alone.  She was also discommunicated by the Pope himself.  Whisper took to roaming through farmland and woodland for the rest of her life with no direction or purpose.  Her faith in the church had been destroyed and so she turned her back on everything she had once loved and cherished.  At one point, she returned to London, hoping her family would take her back, but they had long moved on and a new family lived there.  Whisper later learned that her father had died of a broken heart and her mother soon after.  Her brother David Jnr had lost the family fortune through bad investments and had fled to the Americas to hide from his collectors.  Whisper attempted to follow him, learning that he was living in the slums of New York, but she never found him and soon after returned to Europe.

After that, Whisper became nothing more than a ghost, feeding only when she had to and roaming the land continuously, never growing old, never truly growing up and forever silent.  Now she finds herself in the darkest regions of Europe, staring at what looks like an old castle.  How she got there is quite a mystery to her as she has no direction, no purpose in life and time it seems means absolutely nothing to her, so she lurkes in the forest surrounding it.  Feeding when necesary, watching those coming and going and still forever silent.........


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:52 AM
 
 
Name: Bayen/ Narcissus
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 196lbs
Age: 2000
Race: Vampyre/ Demon
 
Attributes
 
Strength: Very High
Dexterity: High 
Constitution: High
Wisdom: Low
Intelligence: Low
Charisma: Low
 
Alignment: Evil.
 
History:
 Born in Greece at the time when the Roman Empire was at the height of it's power (0006 AD). Bayen, -known then as Narcissus- was captured during a Roman raid on his village and sold as a slave. The Emporer Claudius took a fancy to the handsome young boy from Greece and made him his personal manservant. Narcissus grew to manhood in the safe care of Claudius and was given the best warrior training as Claudius' bodyguard. The time came when the Romans invaded Brittania for it's wealth in Gold and Narcissus accompanied Claudius over to the small barbarian Island. Claudidus died years after the colonization of the Island began and Narcissus remained in Britannia to live out his life. In AD 30 when Narcissus was 24 years old, a barbarian queen the natives called the Boudicca (Bringer of victory in ancient Celtic) led an army against the occupying Romans and slaughtered thousands in her wake. Narcissus was among the captured at the city of Camulodumum and was dragged to the Queen's hut one fire lit night. The queen was a vampyre and turned the man from Greece into one of the night walkers for she too -like Claudius- was attracted to him.
 
Narcissus was renamed Bayen and joined the barbarians in their fight against the Romans. The horde was defeated however and the queen Boudicca was slain. Bayen survived the slaughter and left the British Isles to travel the world...
 
Many years later Bayen returned to Britain during the late medieval period and killed, raped and stole his way across the land. He was in the stables of a rich lord feasting on the horses when he was captured and imprisoned in a dungeon. It was here the Lord's son came to him, a handsome man by the name of Gabriel Ravandil who had been fascinated by the rumor of Bayen being a real vampyre. Bayen turned Gabriel as the young lord requested and the tow of them enjoyed the life of vampyre aristocracy together. But after Gabriel's father died, the townsfolk became suspicious and attacked the household. Gabriel and Bayen fled before parting and didn't see eachother again for many years....
 
-See thread called Old friends, New Rivals-

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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:53 AM
OK here is my new one hope you all like LOL and if you dont live with it ~Laughs like crazy~

2. Neon

3. Neon is an anthropomorphic gecko he is what today’s gecko will become but he is also endowed with artificial bio units embedded with in him that is why he has a row of staples down his chest. He is 6 foot tall, 160 lbs. and has long mane of flexible quills that rise when agitated. He has a data cable link-up attached to his neck most of the time. His hands have black fingertips with non retractable sharp claws with four black stripes on the lower arm. Has eight piercings through left ear and three industrial piercing with neon green glowing beads on his right ear. One brightly striped tongue that it is 20”inches long with neon green and black strips. His hind-paws are almost as agile as his hands having four claws on each; he walks on the front three toes only and digitigrades legs with three strips on the leg and three on the hind-paws. He has a prehensile tail tipped in black with four black strips. Organish-red eyes and a mouth full of little sharp teeth.

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Strength= Neon is very strong that of the strength of forty human males.

Dexterity= Benign a gecko in all of the sense he has the abilities of them, to climb any surface, deify gravity by hanging upside down on the ceiling with his feet and many other one.

Constitution= Do to the nano-technology given to his during his upgrade he does not get sick.

Wisdom= Neon is a technical wizard and a tecko-mage; he can build or fix anything or break any computer code out there and create magic with technology.

Intelligence= Even for his time he was a genus.

Charisma= Very playful and mischievous

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5. Neutral

6. It was in the year is 5/alpha.6.77/apple ( eons after mankind evolved beyond the need of flesh basically around 5 Billion a.d. ) to a set of anthropomorphic gecko parents, under the name of Melvin Smith that his life started. He was a normal humanist gecko, nothing special his parents thought about him but soon that was found to be misleading, Melvin had a very high IQ and the ability fix anything he touched. At the age of six he went with his dad to his work, it was bring your child to work day. Melvin was tinkering with a protonic accelerator when it went off and engulfed him in radiation, which by some miracle it did not kill him but did turn him from normal green to a bright neon green and the brown strips into black one hence that is where his new name came from Neon. But this was not where Neon’s misfortune would end. He continued to grown and live his life like normal, but his antecedent did not only change his color but something more his make up, his cells could now produce light and after a few years Neon would have the ability to control it so if he wanted to he could glow in the dark or not even reflex any light and become invisible. By the age of 16 his parent noticed that he has not grown as much as the other boys his age and they took him to a doctor, they ran test and found out an other little gift the radiation gave him it slowed his growth greatly. The doctor calculated that for every 100 years he lived he would age only one year, which shocked his parents and him. How long would he live for then? Neon’s life would still give him more wonderful surprises. Ten years after finding out that little fun fact Neon was asked to be in a study, but unknown to his they wanted to experiment with him in the field of cybernetic implants. Neon was sedated and then operated on, they implanted the cybernetic and a data-port up-link at the base of his neck. They also gave him micro-technology call nano-bots, they keep him free of all illnesses so he will never get sick. After all that they stapled his chest closed, due to his radioactive problem they could never remove them because between the nanos and the gene altering they actually became part of him. Neon then was trained how to use the cybernetics and the data-port with the cable-link up. He can gain access to any computer any where in the world with the cable link-up, he also uses it to enter a cyberspace and holograms and make believe, in other words he can live in a pc world. While working on computer or electrical systems he has gotten shocked to the point that every once in a while he starts to spark especially in the quill area. Neon was working on a time machine when it was turned on and he was sent to the 21st century and dead into the Coven’s heart, he now is trying to find a way home.

 

Mal you can use any font you want I am at a lost for him but I do want this pic on the profile I love it. Oh had to fix a few boo boos.


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:53 AM
 
 

Eric the White

 

Age: Looks 30

Race: appers human

Hair: White

Eyes: Black

 

History:

I am a diplmate for a foren king. I travel the world to espouse his kingdoms virtues, making deals and agreements abroad.

My ture passion is hunting, and I have a prefernce for white targets. It was during a hunt that I found a butiful white tiger. She was up for sale by a very well know animal trader. I named her Crystal Snow.

The king values me as his diplomat and allows me to keep up my hunting habits.

I am praticed in hunting and travel with only a couple of servents to handle minimum needs. This allows me to travel light and fast when necessary.


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:54 AM
 

Name: Trizia Du'Namin (Tri)
Age: 905
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Job: Slave Trader, Actress, Artist and Seductress
Physical Description: She has wavy black hair that hangs down to the middle of her back and is usually let to hang free rather than pinned up. She has beautiful sapphire eyes and incredibly pale skin, set off by the ruby red of her full lips. She is thin and bosomy, curvy in all the right places. She weighs somewhere around 120 lbs and stand at about 5'6". Her favorite attire is a skin-tight, leather bodysuit that shows off all her best features.
Personality: Trizia is mischievous at times and rarely serious, but always seductive. She loves flirting and does it often.
Weapons & Powers: She can use almost any weapon available to her, but prefers daggers and her leather whip to teach her slaves a lesson. She can manipulate the minds of most humans and can shape shift into anything.

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  • Strength= the strength of a vampire of her age<o:p></o:p>
  • Dexterity= OK let say she very flexible ;) and is very swift on mind<o:p></o:p>
  • Constitution= She is of strong heart and mind<o:p></o:p>
  • Wisdom= She has good judgment of people and uses it to her advantage<o:p></o:p>
  • Intelligence= has lived for this many years that means she very smart because she was not killed<o:p></o:p>
  • Charisma= can get any mortal to do her bidding and a few immortals<o:p></o:p>

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Nation: Crimson
Weapon of Choice: Daggers and whip
Good or Evil: Evil most of the time
Likes: Men, red roses, blood, black clothes, fire, chaos
Dislikes: People interfering with her projects, politics, water, peace
History: 
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Trizia was born in Lucca, Tuscany, Italy on August 10, 1101. Her parents, Augustine and Josephine noticed very early on that their daughter was gifted in the skill of lines, curves and colors. Her parents sent her off to live with her aunt Mary in Florence, so that she may have a better chance at bettering her skill.

Her aunt's home was grand and she used her influence to allow Trizia to study with most of the influential artists that were making their way through Italy. At only 16, she applied to what is now called “City and Guilds of London Art School�?and was accepted. While she was in London, she would visit Trafalgar Square just about every afternoon and evening, painting everything in the different lights that the sun would make on the world around her.

One evening, right after twilight, she was in the square, packing up her supplies. As she was packing up her paints, a shadow fell over her,

"You've quite the talent."

Trizia turned her head and saw quite a beautiful woman standing behind her. The woman had an angular nose and jaw, high cheekbones, a full sensuous mouth, long, straight brown hair, but it was her eyes that struck Trizia the most. They were such a light gray they were almost white. They were staring at the painting with an intensity that Trizia had never seen before.

The woman moved forward and put a hand out towards the drawing, almost touching it.

"I can feel the textures of the street, of the buildings...feel the breeze moving through the air," she turned her head to Trizia, her eyes never moving from the picture, "Do you have any more?"

Trizia made an appointment to meet the woman, Marie, The next night at her home. She brought her portfolio with her and prayed for the best.

The night had gone better than she had expected. Marie loved her work and took the girl under her wing. Over the next few years, Trizia spent her days at school, but her evenings were always spent at Marie's. Marie became her mentor, bringing her artists she could only of hoped to meet, and a few she thought were dead. Her skill continued to get better, and her professors began to think that she had gone past what any of them there could teach her. At 23, she graduated with her masters and Marie sent her to Paris to stay at her apartment there.

Her first year there, she would pick a different spot and sit there all day, painting and sketching. By the fall, when Marie came to stay, she had quite a stockpile of new art for her. Marie began to throw parties to show off Trizia's artwork, and to introduce her to Paris society.

In November of 1127, Marie came to Trizia's room one night and informed her that it was her birthday. When Trizia began to make a fuss about not having a gift for her, Marie said that she already had one in mind. She wanted Trizia to paint her.

That night was the most memorable ever. As Trizia painted Marie, she began to get sucked in by Marie's beauty. This woman was absolutely beautiful, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She had never felt this desire for a woman before. When she finished the painting, Marie came to her, and just the touch on Trizia's shoulder was enough, she met Marie's lips with hers and spent the rest of the night in her arms. She slept the day in Marie's bed, and when she awoke that evening, she awoke with such a hunger, such a thirst..one unlike she had ever known.

Marie sat on the bed next to her with a glass full of thick, red liquid. Trizia was so parched, that she grabbed for the glass and had drank half of it down before she realized it was blood. She spit out what was in her mouth and looked at her mentor questioningly. Marie explained that she was now part of a very exclusive club. That only the best of artists were invited to join. It would mean a major change in her lifestyle, but she would never grow old and she would be able to continue to paint and draw forever.

Eventually, Trizia came to grips with what happened to her, and she stayed in Paris with Marie for the next ten years, selling her artwork in the galleries there. She became quite famous in Paris and decided that she would cross the ocean and go to the United States.

She settled in Los Angeles, and began selling her artwork there. Once she had enough of there, she moved to New York and filled the art galleries there as well. She has grown bored of New York and has decided to move on again, this time, choosing Vienna. Where she will just have to see how well she can do there.
 
 

OK I am adding this to see if its ok and I am looking through all the pictures to see that I dont dup any
 
 
Thanks,
Dottie aka Tri

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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:55 AM

Name:  The Legion

Age:Various

Sex: Male

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 222lbs

Hair Color: Black

Race: Warlock possessed by 7 Demons

Alignment: Lawful Evil


General Description: Dorian is one of the few hyper sensitives in the world which made him a talented user of the arcane and also a target for possessions of outsiders. Due to his knowledge of the dark arts he is able to forcibly supress the 7 demons that thrive within his body. He is able to tap into some of the demons power to a degree though diving too far may cause him to submit his own body to the spirits. He has been able to contain 5 demons at a time after demanding an enourmous amount of power in a dire situation. Should 6 or more of the demons be released destruction is bound to happen. Legion is a master at charms and illusions and has some knowledge of sealing and wards. His true power however comes from the sand the obeys his every call. The Demons that possess him amplify his powers drastically. He Carries 2 seremonial blades that are said not to only wound a mans body but his sould.

History: Born in the 4th dynasty of Egypt during its first Pharoh Snefru the being[s] known as legion was at that time named named Kiomnok of the royal priests. The king an idealist wanted to remove the old tombs in order to create his great pyramids. Kiomnok pleaded with the king that unknown evils lied beneath but to no avail. Kiomnok snuck off to the tombs disobeying the kings orders. Using his profound gifts he tried to seal the tomb thats evil presence seemed to spill into this world. Unfortunately using his powers over such forces merely baited many of the demons who possessed his body. Torturing and twisting his body as they fought for supremacy from within. He was then named after the most powerful of them or so he thinks. Knowing that he could never return to Egypt he fled searching for information on how to exorcise the demons but after time his mind became as vile as theirs from there constant whispers. He no longer wanted to exercise them but use them for their power.

Stregnth:The demon Neero provides Legion with his stregnth and makes a vampires stature look like mere childs play.

Speed/Dex: It is said that the demon Legion can travel miles with a single step. His speed is said to be uncomparable.

Intelligence: Legion has the normal human IQ and learns things at avreage speed.

Constitution: Legion has an extremely high healing rate if there is sand within the area. If not he heals and takes damage normally.

Charisma: Extremely high Legion is very charming and among his powers has a hypnotic gaze.


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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:57 AM
Name: The Stranger
Race:Unknown (but for all looks that others can tell looks humanoid of some form or other mostly wrapped in heavy clothing like trench coats and large hats to hide his appearance.
Sex:Male
Height: almost 8'
Weight: looks to be about close to 350 lbs but not sure he is not one to step on a scale lol
Eye Color: solid Black
Hair Color: black
Skin Color: pale
 
History: unknown to any but himself his goes back quite aways but hardly ever talks to any about his past maybe in time he will meet one to open up to but for now his opinion is pretty much aint no ones bussiness
 
Weapons of Choice: He carries a wide array of choice weapons on his person from guns to more hand to hand weapons like daggers and axes as well as a huge sword that is strapped to his back it glows with a wicked gleam and looks unearthly in origin
He also loves the mini gun has it armed with many variety of ammo including hollow point, liquid silver and some of his own creation wich do a wicked amopunt of damage he always has a bullet for whatever the need may arise.
 
Powers: Mostly unknown to all but himself but he has been trained at the arcane arts but prefers not to use them for his preference of weapons but does carry a small library of tomes in his chest he carries with him for the study in the arcane arts. He is very swift and fast and when it comes to combat and lives for the hunt.
 
 
ok there you go miss malicious i have posted me profile hope its ok if anything else is needed just let me know i will have a picture of him posted soon i promise. will start posting an entrance story in your present day boards as well hope i can have a good time here and hope you all enjoy my style of writing if not please feel free to voice any and all concerns to me i love good critiques

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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:57 AM
 
ok heres some pics my bud made me please all i ask is that they dont get used or sold by others without me knowing if asked im sure he would have no prob hooking ppl up thanx and here i hope u like these pics
 
 
well if u need anything else bout this charrie just let me know see on da story boards
the stranger

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From: MSN Nickname¹³ẄћίŧзẄợłƒ¹�?/nobr>Sent: 4/5/2007 9:58 AM
 
Name:  Mycha Gabriel James
Age: 750 years
Race: Vampire
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 125lbs
Eyes: Crystal Baby Blue
Skin: White as snow
Weapons of choice: unknown
 
Name...oh but what can be a name to someone whose been dea longer then she's been alive> A name that is only given to other girls, not hearing that yours is because you are the special dear one to your mothers heart. A name is simply nothing but to those who have walked this past life and into death- a name such as Mycha James, a name of the past and forever the present until I become of the dust and ashes, leaving nothing else behind but perhaps a memory or two of others.
 
I'm older then most would think for my face, given the Dark Gift that was of a death in life to a life in death at age 22, now though to others I would be considered long dead, everyone I knew only a memory of 'that life', the life gone. But I can't mope on those it would be...repugnant. So instead I try to live something of a life, however shallow, simple, ot...absurde. But thats beside the point.
 
So as of nowI'm trying to make due, wandering about, everynow and then, stalking a mortal of my fance for a morbid fascination of the old ways of the past life. Not that I've not any trouble in amusing myself in other ways, mortals finding my looks appreciative still to this day. Though I'm certainly not a very tall one, only of average height, yet I am proportioned well eough, my hair normally in a messy bundle. Though my family has long dis-owned me, I still remember my father making me wear my hair in a tight bun, making me look like a china man. You see, my family was not your average family. They were a family of vampire hunters. When they found out of my Dark Gift, they turned on me, and I became the hunted, they one they longed to kill. That was many years ago and now is just a mere memory.
 
Is there more? Ah yes, always more to the bits and pieces to myself, somethings though, are better kept away in the dark where no one can touch.

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