Grimsburg: Age of Ruin

I'M AWAKE. :D
 
Oooo line break, also, send Lilith with my charrie please? :3

Yes, I wanted to see what the line break was like ;D How do you do that square thing? Oooo is it this?

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FAIL. Someone explain? :L <3
 
Good evening Kiddo ^^

And guys, don't get too ahead of the Faction Leaders, we still have a couple of people who still need to make their first post.
 
Good Afternoon Kiddo :)

For my own convience, since I use your guys CS's to get a better look on your personality and characterstics and make my interactions more fitting, I find it quite annyoning to dig through several pages to find the CS I'm looking for. So I put them all right here, color coded.

Vixenred16: Ray


Ray
Faction: Human
Role(optional): Supplier and sniper
Relationship:
Age: ...
Gender: Female
Personality: Happy and carefree
Appearance:
Powers: Telekinesis
Weapon(s): Riffle. One katana and two daggers
Background: After a famine destroyed her village her mother, the village wise woman, was accused of witchcraft and was burned at the stake. Ray fled from her village and began traveling as a gypsy, using her natural talents of fortune telling to scrape by. Died saving a young man from a fire, and was forced to walk the earth forever.
Misc:

Safria: Sage& Amara

Name: Sage

Faction: Were-fox

Role(optional): spy

Relationship: right hand man to Luna

Age: 23 (may change, but she will look 23....)

Gender: female

Personality: A trickster, who is sarcastic, irresponsible, and a bit reckless. But she is very loyal to friends.

Appearance:

-her human appearance: she has a reddish brown hair color, which is on the longer side and a bit uncontrollable. She is average height being 5'5. She has green eyes.

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-her were-form:

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Powers: illusion, able to create illusions on small scales to distract enemy/whoever she is trying to distract for short period of time. Does not work on large scale group 2-3 people at most but even then it drains a lot of her strength to do, though she would never show it.

Weapon(s): Has two daggers and a number of small knives hidden on her body. Like in her boot and strap on side of leg.


Background: She has known Luna since they were kids. Sage being a orphan since before she can remember, probably orphaned for what she had become, was looked after by Luna even at that young age. That created a trust between them that would be hard to break for Sage would do practically anything for Luna. Then she was lost among the chaos of a battle, and survived by her self for awhile. When she found a few other were-creatures they banded together to survive. Somehow among the years Sage became the leader of the small group, though everyone had a say in their group. When she heard of Luna uniting were-creatures she was the first to join, and rekindled the friendship with Luna again.

Misc: none... for now


Name: Amara
Faction: Vampire
Role(optional): puppet of Fane’s
Relationship: Fane’s concubine
Age: 162 but looks young because she is a vampie :)
Gender: female
Personality: Needy, clingy, and loyal to Fane. She pretty much is his puppet though doesn’t like when Fane pays attention to another female. In a sense she is possessive of him.
Appearance:
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Powers: She has the rare ability to control a persons mind not completely of course just to change a memory here or there, and if you have a strong enough mind you might be able to break free of her control completely, though this rarely happens. Has other basic vampire characteristics but mind control is her strong point, other then that nothing special.
Weapon(s): If she goes out in battle, which rarely happens she usually caries a gun with her, but if she fights she prefers using her fangs and sharp nails.
Background: When Fane came into the picture and took over the vampires she always supported him. She proudly took his side as his concubine. Even her family was proud of her to get such a high ranking in vampire society. It gave her some power over the lesser vampires.
Misc: none

Vincent Law:Faction Leaders: Amaya&Luna&Fane

Human Leader
Amaya
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Were-Creature Leader

Luna
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Vampire Leader
Fane
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Krolik: Karl&Doc

Name: Karl ‘Zerker’ Highland
Faction: Werewolf
Role: Solider
Relationship: Luna's personal Bodyguard
Age: 30
Gender: male

Personality:
Split, kind and caring normally, bloodthirsty in combat. Both facades share the same keen tactical mind and ability to plan and think on his feet.

Appearance:
As a human he is a tall and slim with dirty brown hair tied in a long braid that falls to the middle of his back. His eyes are a soft brown and his face is kindly and just starting to show small signs of age. He is normally wearing a trench coat and armed with his shield and sword slung over his back and his revolver in an old leather holsters on his hip. Beneath the trench coat he wears the breastplate of a Roman Legionary and has a high crested helmet to match, giving him a strange clash of modern and ancient. As a werewolf however his form is much different. He towers over most other were creatures of his species his body nothing but hard packed muscle and rage. His fur is the same deep brown as his hair in his human form but his belly is white and his eyes change color to a bright blue.

Powers:
Near- invulnerability, currently it is unknown if anything can fully harm or impair him but mental attacks have shown some effectiveness. during a full moon he goes nearly fully insane. He has normally been restrained during such times or set loose as some type of Werewolf atom-bomb, unable to be harmed by any mortal weapon or controlled by any mental attach during the time but unable to see friend from foe.

Weapon(s):
A huge shield that is attached to his forearm by thick leather straps. The shield is pointed at the tips and held in such a way that it can be used as a punching weapon if need be. His sword is fairly long, styled to look like a Spatha. He also has a large single action revolver that appears to be an older model Smith and Wesson model 3 44.

Background:
Karl was born in a hole, like most werewolves’ he was born in a den with his parents around, his family, his pack to watch over him during the dark times. It was bad back then, the pack was small and weak, called the highlands due to their tendency to stick to the rooftop ruins of the towering buildings that were once the offices of Grimsburg. Karl came to maturity learning to think quickly on his feet, knowing if the floor would collapse under him or if it was safe to jump from one building from the next, in that way his mind was sharpened, it grew more over the years as he was able to find books of war. The tactics of Napoleon, Alexander the great, and Erwin Rommel became his teachers. The books of Julius Creaser and Scipio Africanus molded his thoughts. As he learned he helped bring his tribe to glory, using their strengths to great effect. With shield and sword and rifle he took the highlands and absorbed other tribes, molding them into one cohesive entity under his invincible hide.

Over the years he grew a reputation for his ferocity in battle, how he would lead his troops form the head, wading into combat like a god of war, shrugging off every single wound they tried to inflict on him. His divine wrath kept other tribes at bay, fearful of his strength and the power his people had shown in combat. He brought many under his power, keeping them in lien and leading them to glory.

He was proud of what he had created, one of the larger tribes, rivaling that of Randolph Darkfang, and although he had plans to conquer the man they were interrupted by the arrival of Luna. He had only heard rumors of the girl, the one who had planned to unite all the warring tribes into one big army against all enemies, to avenge the were-creatures and point their rage towards those who had earned their wrath instead of having it constantly pushed in on themselves. He let her enter the camp alone and stood before clad in armor with his shield and sword, looking like a modern day roman general. Then in a gesture that sent shocks through the crowd he kneeled before the girl, giving her his sword and the loyalty of his tribe, doubling her strength in one fell swoop. People still whisper of his reasons, and suspicions remain high as to why he gave her his army, why the man did not fight her, but they are reasons only known to him and her.

Being her personal bodyguard he has seen her mercy at work, watched as she accepts any and all into her ranks. He remains silent on all matters, looming beside her most times like a silent statue, acting as a general adviser on tactical matters and leading bands into war if need be, but that to him is not his primary function. Working in the dark he deals out death to those who are not deserving of Luan’s mercy, those who might dethrone the girl, that is why he considers his primary function. Wail all suspicion remains on him to be the one to take her place he works silently for her benefit, killing those she cannot bring herself to and those who only wish her harm. He refuses to let one drop of were blood fall upon her hands not ever letting her kill a single were-creature for fear of the wars starting all over again if people were to lose faith in her. Karl Highland, the great Berserker, the angel of death, eternally suspect but eternally loyal.



Misc:
-Speaks fluent Latin and tends to slip it into his every day speech.

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Name: Charles ‘Doc’ Reinhold
Faction: Human
Role: Doctor
Relationship: Acts as Amaya’s companion, translator, doctor and at times bodyguard.
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Personality: Doc is a sarcastic dick but that is how he copes with the world. Being a doctor he has seen the worst of the wounds that the supernatural creatures can inflict upon humans and it has given him a jaded outlook on life. He is a kind and caring man once you get past his façade however, it is why he is a doctor, he enjoys helping.

Appearance: A well-built man Doc stands average in most respects. His hair is cropped short and a soft brown and his blue eyes seem all the softer begins his rimless glasses. He is well toned ad normally tends to be in a simple dress shirt and pants, sometimes with a vest over it, sometimes not depends on his mood during the day. Beneath the clothing is a somewhat toned body, not a fighter by any means but no slouch, the doctor has seen a day’s work in his life time.

Powers: Biological Apportation, basically limited teleportation for biological matter. The ability is truly frightening in combat due to his medical training, allowing him to teleport vital organs from inside a person at touch. It also has good applications for removal of tumors if he happens to know the location

Weapon(s): Aside form an assortment of surgical equipment he has on hand at all times he carries a FN, Five-Seven semi-automatic handgun, flashlight lower mount and 20 round standard magazine.

Background: Doc was born under the oppressive boot heel of the supernaturals, as most humans were, in his case it was in the salve pens of the Highlands tribe of werewolf’s. He watched a warmonger come to power and begin conquests of the surrounding were wolf tribes. He had to help string up the dead as warnings, humans, vampires, other were’s, it was sickening to him. Being a weak child he never had the stomach for such work but earned it over the years of handling the dead. He began to look them over, his keen mind taking in the anatomies of humans and other creatures, seeing how they died, wondering how to treat them, how they could have lived if they had some mercy from the latin speaking monster who now ran the highlands.

When he was 15 he took a chance and escaped, hiding himself among the dead on a battlefield when the slave masters were not looking, simply being left there when the war party moved back to the homeland. As he wandered he was eventually picked up by a human patrol and brought to their base where he first met a young Amaya Being unable to speak she became a good companion for him, she never bugged him, never asked stupid questions, never questioned his actions as he took up the medical field… they hit it off great. AS she grew he became her translator of sorts, acting as both a big brother and protector of sorts.

Over the years their bond grew and he has always remained at her side, a confidant and doctor, treating her and other’s wounds when they come back from battle. He had heard stories of the latin speaking wolf becoming a bodyguard of she who now leads the werewolf’s, a fitting place for him, Doc’s old overlord, that sickening warmonger now protecting something. Although he wished to heal he still had dreams of taking that which the wolf protects away from him, and with his power he planned to, let him feel the pain he felt as a slave… but that was for another time, and a ways down the road.

Currently he works as a simple doctor, keeping his special ability secret from most people due to not finding a true use for it in his medical profession, it was a way to kill and although he had killed before, and was sure he would kill again, he did not ever look forward to it. He was content where he was, at his ‘little sister’s’ side.

Misc: -As a doctor he hates killing with a passion, but is more than willing to do it if the situation calls for it.
-he tries to keep his ability secret, normally never using it unless he needs to.

Duran: Kai

Name: Kai
Faction:
Were-creature
Role(optional):
Medic for both Humans and Were-creatures, Spy for Were-creatures
Relationship:
Being so trusted by Amaya, they are like siblings.
Having saved Luna from the brink of death, he has earned her trust and become almost like a friend to her.

Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Personality:
A quirky, fun-loving kind of guy. He likes to be funny even in the most serious of situations. He doesn't like being too serious. It makes him feel more and more solemn, and solemn doesn't feel right to him.
Appearance:
Human form
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Were-creature form
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Powers:
Minor Healing (aka- Can heal most injuries, but for anything too complicated he must become the Doctor and use his knowledge of the medical field to set bones, restitch large wounds, etc.)
Weapon(s):
M9 9mm SemiAutomatic Pistol
He carries two of them in holsters on this thighs just within reach.

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Background:
Having been a fighter and medic of lesser skill during the civil war and being almost useless, he found any medical books that could possibly still be found and studied hard to become the extraordinary medic that he is today. Then he volunteered to spy on the humans, stating that they would be more trusting of a medic like him than most others in their group. He was off use to them, too, after all. But his plan began to backfire as he became closer and closer to Amaya and some of the other humans. He began to see their views as his own, and started withholding information from Luna. Not the major stuff, like tactical positions and the like, but enough that he felt easier about his new relationship with the humans.

Ravenhart: Kira


Name: Kira
Faction: Were-Squirrel

Role(optional): Scout
Relationship: (Working On it)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Very upbeat and cheerful, easily distracted and enthusiactic about almost everything. She talks fast but knows when to shut up. She is the type of person who likes to see how things work. She is extremly interested in techology and loves to take things apart and make something better out of the peices. She also has a fixation with explosions. She is easily embaressed about certian things but will talk your ears off for hours about others. She does not get certain types of humor often taking sarcasm for truth. She is fast paced often jumping from one idea to the other and very disorganized.
Appearance:
Human Form

Were Form

Powers: She can animate or control almost any techology. Guns, Computers, Cars ect... The bigger it is however the harder it is for her to keep control and using this on large objects leaves her drained and vulnerable.
Weapon(s): Two small handguns and a few smoke grenades
Background: She was raised by her mother who worked as a scientist. She never knew her father. She was bitten when she was ten and her mother was nothing but supportive. Kira worked with her mother in the lab developing diffrent types of techology. Her mother woked in chemistry and was on the verge of discovering something important when she died mysteriously. Kira was seventeen when this happened and for the past two years she's joined forces with other were-creatures joining thier faction as a scout and inventor.
Misc: None.

Mio Ichigo: Mio&Lynn&Annaiya

Name: Mio Ichigo
Faction: Vampire
Role(optional): Spy/Hacker
Relationship: Fane (uncle)
Age: apparent age-16 (actual age-138)
Gender: Female
Personality: She's very quiet and reserved. She also has anger issues and has slight murderous tendencies. Mio tries to avoid contact with people because she finds most other people irritating.
Appearance: She has on a blue cami, black shorts (mid-thigh), black fingerless glove (at wrists), black high-heeled boots (knee-high, zip-up), a black collar with a gold bell, and a black chain with a sapphire gem held by a spiraling black dragon (usually wears it around her wrist) (1st picture below).
Powers: Water manipulation and fire manipulation
Weapon(s): She carries two katana on her left hip (2nd picture below is the design for both).
Background: She has always stood beside her uncle, Fane, no matter what he did. Ever since she was little, she always admired Fane. Living beside her uncle would be hell to most people, but Mio actually enjoys his more dark and demonic behavior. She has made a promise to fight for her brother until she dies. She has always had her loyal undying companion Oiya at her side. Oiya has always fought beside Mio, and she always will.
Misc: She has a pet cat named Oiya, who is similar to a vampire cat (3rd picture below).
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Name: Lynn Ari
Faction: Human
Role(optional): Mercenary
Relationship: N/A
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Personality: She's very outgoing towards other humans. When she starts fighting she gets such an adrenaline rush that it's quite fun for her. She can be quite calm when she isn't on the battlefield.
Appearance: She has a silver chain with a diamond and onyx panda (1st picture below).
Powers: Mind barrier (a more personal range, about a 10 foot radius).
Weapon(s): She has an M-240 Machine Gun (carries on her back), an M-4 Carbine (carries in her hands), and two 9x19mm Grandpower K100 (keeps them in holsters; one on each side) ( (2nd M-240, 3rd M-4, and 4th 9x19mm pictures below).
Background: Her parents were killed when they were caught between a few were-creatures and vampires. Ever since her parents were killed she has hated the were-creatures and vampires. She has always love a good fight, but she really enjoys fighting vampires the most.
Misc: She normally listens to music when she fights.
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Name: Annaiya Kumari
Faction: Were-bear
Role(optional): Mercenary
Relationship: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: She's normally very kind to other were-creatures, but she is quite cold to vampires and humans. When she is in her feral form she is just like any other bear, ready for battle and rearing to go. Annaiya isn't outgoing and loud, but neither is she shy and quiet. Being more of a solitary person, she tends to only be around a few people at a time.
Appearance: (picture below).
Powers: N/A
Weapon(s): Large golden-bronze heavy sword (in picture below, partially).
Background: As a child, she admired the power and size of bears, and when she learned she was a were-bear she was filled with joy and excitement. Growing up was difficult, but it was easy to get out of trouble whenever it came her way. After a while she met Luna, who had saved her when she ran into a bloodthirsty vampire who had come a little too close to ending her life. Because of her encounter with the vampire she pledged her loyalty to Luna and started to despise vampires, but it is not known why she hates humans.
Misc: N/A
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One Must Wonder: Cassandra


Name: Cassandra
Faction: Vampire
Role: Head Interrogator
Relationship:
Age: 150, but looks about 18-19
Gender: Female
Personality: Because she can feel others emotions, Cassandra has closed herself off and has become cold, uncaring and rather insane. She rarely speaks and, as long as she feels no ill intent towards her, she'll do whatever is asked of her. Cross her however and she'll break your arm without a second thought
Appearance:

Powers: Aside from the normal Vampire powers, Cassandra has the power of Empathy making it impossible to deceive her and giving her insight on how people tick and what makes them talk. Along with that she has the ability to mimic voices
Weapon(s): When she does fight she uses a Katana and Sai swords
Background: When her empathy first developed , she didn't know how to control it, and thus it drove her mad. Now quite insane, she quickly rose through the ranks of the Vampire Faction, quickly becoming the Head Interrogator due to her empathy and ruthlessness at getting people to talk.

Azrael: Aaron Magnus

Name: Aaron Magnus

Faction: Human
Role: Mechanical Engineer
Relationship: N/A
Age: 27

Personality: An analytical type, prefers hard facts rather than clumsy thoughts or guesses. A realist at heart, he does not try to make a situation look better then it is, but merely looks at it as it is. He is honest and straightforward about his feelings, but lacks tact and may sometimes say something rude or sarcastic that usually offends.

Appearance: At 5'7 and constantly slouching, he does not make for a very intimidating figure. Being malnourished and having extreme insomnia has left him looking like a living corpse, his blue eyes are dull and sunken with very dark circles and bags. His cheeks are concave and shallow and it appears as if his skin is pulled tight over his head, with almost every bone in sharp visibility against his pale, clammy skin. His hair is short and jet black, though areas of gray are beginning to appear.

Powers: N/A

Weapons: A couple bags of thermite, a few blocks of plastic explosives.

Background: The years have turned into sort of a blur for Aaron, he is only twenty-seven but feels twice that age due to being born in such a dark age and time. In the wake of such desolation, he has seen both the best and worst humanity has to offer, seen friends turn on friends only for them to be both torn apart by a were-creature. He has heard of the cries of child as her mothers blood was sucked dry by a vampire. Most of the time he would lay in the ruins of a building, reading something in near darkness, safely hidden. Humanity has a habit of reviving itself even through the darkest times against common foes, and those foes are Vampires and Were-Creatures. If humanity can reclaim Grimsburg then they have made the first step to reclaiming what they have lost and Aaron wants to be fully involved in that step.

Misc: He is a gimp; meaning he has a lame body part, in this case his left leg which he constantly drags.

Rush of the Wild Wind: Larcen Travers

Name: Larcen Travers
Nickname: Black Cross
Age: 22
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Gender:Male
Faction: Human
Role (optional): Soldier

Background:When he was only five years old, Larcen Travers was taken from his family by a group of Vampires after he watched said Vampires brutally tear them apart.

For Seven long years, he was trained to be a heartless soldier as well as a slave, to serve them until he either died during battle with the humans or the were-creatures or when they tired of him and finally kill him but either way, they were waiting fot his demise and he was waiting for theirs as well. That was all he did during those long years. Wait. He was waiting to exact his cold blooded revenge on them.

To sneer down at their pleading forms before he took their life from them, the same way they had sneered when they had taken his family away from him and how they sneered every night they had beat him into submission. That moment finally arrived one night after he was forced to kill a wounded soldier, he swiftly turned against them while their guard was down and killed them all.

He was Finally free.

After burying the human along with his former masters, something he always done after he killed anything, he returned back to his "Home" and burned it to the ground but as he watched it burn down, he realized that he didn't have a purpose anymore. He had gotten his revenge so what was for him now?

His answer came in a sudden flashback to the man he had murdered and for a moment, it lingered on the insignia of the Human Faction that was on his chest, along with the man's name. "Larcen...Travers...." After uttering these words, He took the deceased man's name as his own due to the fact his own name was just a bitter memory and joined the Humans, wanting to end the war not only help the humans but to wipe any and all vampires off of this world.


Personality:
When dealing with any evil vampires, Larcen is a cold, emotionless killer, hell bent on ending the vampire race for good and doesn't care who gets in his way because he would kill them if anyone gets in his way. When Dealing with Humans, good Were-creatures and the rare (at least to him) Good Vampire, he's friendly towards them.

Weapons:
Larcen owns a lot of weapons but the mains few he uses his his Katana that has a black cross etched into its blade and two hand guns that also have a black cross on them.

Strengths: Due to the unholy torture/Training he's been through, Larcen is almost supernaturally fast, his stamina is good, his sword and gun play are pretty good and his agility is amazing...

Weaknesses:...but he has barely any strength and he could barely take a small amount of pain before losing consciousness (Hence the speed and Agility upgrades), not to mention that the sun slightly weakens him as well.

Rinoa: Rinoa

Name: Rinoa (Noa) "Sledgehammer" Sledge

Faction:
Human

Role:
Assassin

Relationship:
N/A

Age:
23

Gender:
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Personality:
Noa didn't earn that nickname by throwing pansies at the enemy. She's a man in a woman's form, a juggernaut brute with little mercy for her companions and even less for her enemies. Courtesy, manners, society-- these are completely absent from her vocabulary. She thirsts for blood, battle, and brutality, and nothing will stand in her way of achieving her vengeance.

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Powers:
Copy-cat. Can perfectly perform any action after seeing it done by another. She never loses the skills she learns.

Weapon(s):
Gunblade, a hybrid of a lightweight broadsword and a heavy-duty ray gun. Includes infrared site and an under-barrel plasma grenade launcher. Her second weapon is a crude creation of her own. Two sledgehammers (both with shards of metal embedded in the heads) are welded together at the handles, forming a menacing battle staff. The weapon can be quickly split in two by unscrewing a metal attachment in the middle (where the two handles meet). The staff can be stored in whole on her back, or (if split into two sledgehammers) one at each hip. Either way, the weapon clings to a magnet to keep from falling off during travel. Her third and final weapon is a set of thin daggers, which she uses to either stab at close range or throw at further targets. They are stored in a pocket sheath on the outer sides of both calves.

Background:
Like the others in her group, Noa has no remembrance of a world before ruin. She's grown up in the devastated city, accustomed to battle and blood. At age 6, she was given her first weapon (a makeshift sword out of a metal shard) and began her training with her father as a warrior. Five years later, she watched her father die, ripped to shreds by a were-beast. No time was spent mourning; the man was never buried. Noa was too busy plotting her revenge on the monsters, waiting for her chance to win back the city in her father's honor.

Misc:
She has a nasty habit of smearing the blood of her fallen enemies across the bridge of her nose. No one knows how this routine developed... she never explained it.

Furion Tecktra: Damian

Name: Damian Layre
Faction: Vampire
Role: No main role but he is a bit of a lone wanderer at heart, used to cloak and dagger methods but fully capable when it comes to full-pledged battles.
Relationship: No relationship to anyone but a love subplot is welcome.
Age: Looks about 20, is actually 184. One of the oldest vampires around currently.
Gender: Male
Personality: Damian is a sadistic person who has seen much in his lifetime, towards those he considers allies, he shows the utmost manners and politeness, something that helps him with the female side of any race, Damian’s devilish good looks tend to help too though. However, when it comes down to his enemies’ only one thing comes to mind, the best and most painful way to torture and kill. His mind is no more than a sick game to him and everyone else is just another pawn but that doesn’t mean he will never eventually find someone he really does care for.
Appearance:

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Powers: The ability to control molecular strengths of items, for instance, with enough energy he could rewrite the molecular energy of a wall and pass through it for quick escape, as it would shortly return to normal behind him. This practically means he can pass through objects or instead, let objects pass through himself.

He can also control a dark energy like substance that tends to eat away (or dissolve) any material it touches, if not, cut them dangerously. This energy can be used in a number of different ways, including sent as a hurtling sphere from the palm of his hands, or even a scythe like shield from the edge of his sword.
Weapons: As well as the Vampiric physical force enhancements;
  • Strength
  • Speed
  • Sight
  • Hearing
  • Extremely Sharp Teeth
  • Extremely Sharp Nails
He wields two a blade as well as a silenced scoped P90.

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Background: I don’t really want to ruin much but I’ll share the basics ~

From an early age Damian was quickly deemed an outsider, having killed his own family and half of everyone he knew up to the age of 47 he didn’t really know many people. Eventually he met someone of his own, someone he knew he could never kill but the truth is, death found her faster than he could find death. Since then, he’s spent his time watching the fight between human, were-animal and his own race, something he could laugh at modestly. Eventually he did decide to join in and was quickly founded by Fane himself, one of the few Vampires left that could respect Damian fully.

Misc: None. Anything interesting will be revealed in plot.

Sophia Cupcake: Lilith
Name: Lilith Violet Tacito
Faction: Vampire
Role: Weapon
Relationship: None at the moment. Love subplot is of course welcome.
Age: Somewhere around 100 years in age, though she’s long since lost track. She appears to be in her young twenties.
Gender: Female
Personality: Violet is often quiet and self kept. She shares little in opinion and views with her fellow vampires and finds that it is safest to just stay out of their way. Due to her power she’s generally just considered a tool to be used at Fane's disposal. Violet has a gentle heart that neither she nor anyone else can seem to explain. She often likes to think that out of an entire race there must be at least one kind soul and isn’t ashamed to be that one.

But, like all vampires, she's not completely right in the mind.

She does lose control every once in a while, something others never let her forget. Sometimes, as often as once or twice a week, Violet becomes just as sadistic and cruel as any other vampire. Small proof that their horrible nature may truly be something in their ‘DNA’. You could almost view it as a personality disorder seeing as she also demands to be called by her real name, Lilith, instead of Violet during this time. She greatly enjoys toying with others when this change occurs whether they be human, were-creature, or vampire.
Appearance:
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Powers: Violet's first power is to see and to alter the memories of a person. However, she must be physically touching the person to do so. Once she has a hold on them she can view any memory she wants and alter it however she chooses. When she was younger she couldn't control this power and so most stayed away from her and she was told to always keep her hands covered.

Her second power involves poison that she can deliver through touch, scratch, or kiss. At first she could only use one toxin but over time many others developed. Each different toxin can have a different effect on its victim but most end the same way: death. Like her other power she couldn't control these poisons and many kept their distance to protect themselves.

Because of this Violet spent many years training and honing both of her skills so that she would no longer be shunned.Unfortunately, that made her something of use to the faction leader. Violet will only use her powers against someone if Fane scares her into it.
Weapon(s): Violet relies heavily on her powers as she was conditioned to do her entire life. However, she does keep a simple M9 with her most of the time, just in case.
Background:Violet spent most of her younger years just wandering. As soon as her powers came into light most other vampires shunned her away and so she learned to live on her own. Over the century that makes up her lifetime, Violet trained herself to use her powers only at will. Through the years she became quite an expert at using them and, much to her dismay, at delivering death. Once this news reached Fane's ears, as well as the news of her personality, he simply couldn't resist adding her as a jewel to his crown. Her powers proved to be very useful just as her personality proved to be something fun to taunt her about.
Misc: Not at the moment.

Konsuke: Konsuke&Yukiri


Name: Konsuke Nabara
Faction: Vampire
Role(optional): Sword for hire
Relationship: N/A
Age: apparent age 23 (actual age 182)
Gender: Male
Personality: Konsuke is a very easy going guy and enjoys being alone. He doesn't at all mind other people, but he likes to keep to himself. If he were to feel comfortable enough, he would be the life of the party. He has a small tendency to be a little irritating once he gets comfortable though.
Appearance: http://i30.tinypic.com/154vbrr.jpg
Powers: He can summon black flames that engulf his hands and blade, he also can turn in visible for about and hour.
Weapon(s): Black sword (in appearance picture)
Background: He has been a sword for hire most of his life and always enjoyed it. Konsuke had always been on his own, and he doesn't really care who he's hired by. In his eyes, work is work and that's it, it doesn't matter who it's for. Because of his viewpoint, he doesn't really hate either of the races.
Misc: N/A

Name: Yukiri Hiyama
Faction: Were-owl
Role(optional): Scout
Relationship: N/A
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Personality: She has an icy personality and avoids just about everyone. When she is around people she tends to stay quiet. Yukiri rarely gets mad and keeps her composure, but when she does get mad it's like an ice storm.
Appearance: http://images.bbgsite.com/games/imag.../l_warrior.jpg
Were Form: http://www.bishibooru.com/_images/56... owl wings.jpg
Powers: She can manipulate ice and use it in any shape.
Weapon(s): Silver sword (in appearance picture)
Background: Yukiri grew up alone after her parents died. She was born with her were-owl abilities and uses them to get away from the world around her. She stayed far away from people until she realized that she needed to have some allies in her life, thus she joined Luna and the other were-creatures.
Misc: N/A

Kiddio: Dusty

Name: Dusty Harris
Nickname: Kiddo
Faction: Human
Role: Scout/Explosives/Soldier
Relationship: ---
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Oblivious to most things, friendly/compassionate, secure/confident.
Appearance:
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Powers: Unknown
Weapon(s):

Background: Dusty grew up alone on the streets, and was known as a talented thief for quite some time. She only goes by Kiddo and hasn't told anyone her real name. Eventually she joined the other humans to fight the other factions.
Misc: Dusty has really good luck. (Example: Someone is about to kill her when a large rock falls down on top of her attacker.) She is almost always listening to songs by Mozart Opera Rock, Papa Roach and Three Days Grace, which she'll have blasting on her iPod.

Dr.Mr.Horse: Arashan

Name: Arashan
Faction: Werewolf
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Personality: Slow to place trust, but hopeful to find the ability to do so. Usually quiet in social situations, normally speaking only when spoken to. Watchful and patient, willing to wait hours for prey to drop guard. Slightly nervous around his own kind.

Appearance: In his bestial form Arashan is tall and slender. Barely larger in frame than the average middle-aged human male, usually considered rather scrawny by other werewolves. His fur is a dark chocolate color that could easily be mistaken for black, and his eyes are a bright lime-green. In his human form, his hair matches the color of his fur, and his eyes are a much darker shade of green. Arashan's light build carries over to his human form as well, just under six feet tall. His skin is lightly tanned and scarred in many areas, the most obvious of which being three claw-marks running down his left cheek to the corner of his lips.

Weapon(s): None as of now, relies on his claws for combat.

Background: Unlike his brothers, Arashan is the first of his family with the ability to take on a human form. His father, mother and three surviving brothers are self-proclaimed "pure-bloods", calling themselves descendants of the first of the wolven beasts, untainted by human blood. In a rational mind, this belief would have been disproven by Arashan's ability, but his family insists that he is a cursed child. With this reasoning, they unanimously decided to cast the boy out to fend for himself on the day of his tenth year, both fearing for their well-being and feeling a deep disgust for him as a product of their "pure and proud" mind-set. His father slashed the boy's face, leaving a mark of shame, then sent him off.

Still just a pup, Arashan roamed, scraping by with the single survival skill that he learned through watching his brothers, hunting. They were brutes, able to slay most creatures roaming their forest with ease, but Arashan soon learned through trial that he was not. While he did possess the agility and acrobatic skill of a werewolf, his strength was barely more than a human. In light of this, he began to practice more stealthy approaches. A single year of practice crafted Arashan into a silent killer, perhaps not quite worthy of the title "Assassin", but certainly an efficient hunter.

Eight more years passed, eight years of surviving in solitude. While proud of his self-trained skill, the young werewolf yearned for more. For clan and kin, to belong somewhere. Something he was convinced could not be his among his own kind. With this in his mind, he has travelled far from the place of his birth and into a foreign land filled with wondrous constructs he'd have previously thought impossible (Having lived in a forest all of his life until then) Upon entrance, he could almost immediately hear crackling thunder, even when not a single dark cloud was in sight. Curious, he ventured forth, keeping to shadowed alleyways in search of the sound's source. When he finally tracked the sound back to it's source, he found a human fighting a beast like himself with a device that launched small projectiles at astounding speeds.

Arashan watched on in silence as the werewolf attempted to evade the human's attacks. Things were not looking well for the wolf, covered in small wounds that poured blood. Just when any trace of hope seemed lost, something struck the human. It came in a blur, but when the man fell to the ground a small blade could easily be seen protruding from his neck. Almost as suddenly as the human fell, a humanoid creature resembling a bird descended from the sky and ran to the werewolf's side. After some brief dialogue, the two turned and started to leave, the avian trying his best to support the wolf as they travelled. Unknown to the pair, a third was right at their heels.



 
So um Azarel and Mio, you want a position as my personal secretaries? ^^
 
YAY! You're amazing! And I have an oreo blizzard!
 
Just so you know, Ravenhart is the only one who hasn't posted, but hasn't been on for about 6 days, just tellin' ya.
 
Indeed Mr. Vincent, I feel like these conversations are becoming meaningless drivel just to occupy time. Some kind of scenario would be much obliged at this point, otherwise I'm at a lost of what to do.
 
*dons wizard cap and robe* Well alright, I guess I'll use my roleplay magic to conjure up more plot. Though it maybe a while before I get around to posting.
 
Awesome. I'll just keep making my character do useless things until you post. ^^ It's fun playing a wacko.
 
I'd Join If you'd like, but it might take me a few to post a Character. I'd Be intrested in which ever you need which Seems to be humans and Vampires. I'll take either~ ^.^
 
Awesome! :) Glad to have you aboard Vari. ^^ Actually we could use any faction member at the moment. Well we may need a replacement were-creature if we don't hear from our Were-Squirrel. :/
 
I believe its time for action. Maybe Larcen should wake up and go for a little hunt. Just to kick things off?
 
This still open for joining?

Cause I'd be interested in playing a vamp.