There has always been problems in the Kingdom of Aleria but until now it was usually delt with easily, not so any more. The kingdom was a human one, but what happens when the vampires are tired of hiding who and what they are? And what's worse is that the humans find out that their own prince is one of "those blood sucking demons." Caught between his duty as the second son of a great king and who he is as a vampire, he runs away never to be heard from again. The people take this as treason and are now wanting to kill whoever they even think might be a vampire. To the vampires it's a fight for their survival and some are starting to think that maybe it would be better just to leave and never come back. But there is another group not thinking of such kind or peaceful acts, to them they think humans should be nothing but cattle to them since the vampire is the supreme race. But in secret there is a small group of humans and vampires that just want peace and to bring the kingdom back together again, maybe not what it was like before but maybe even better. Can the Kingdom of Aleria survive? Why don't you join and find out? These are some of the higher up positions open to all: The King of Aleria The Queen of Aleria The Crown Prince of Aleria The Leader of the evil vampires The henchmen for the vampires The leader of the humans against vampires The volunteers for the humans The Leader of the Secret Group The rebels for the Secret Group If you have a position as a Leader you may choose how your people are set up and what you all are called. If you wish to add another character not on that list please ask before you do. Your character can be a turned vampire or a pure blood which are just vampires that were born. (And yes they can have kids though only with another vampire, they cannot have kids with a human.....but they can adopt! And also vampires cannot go out in sunlight, except if they're wearing a lot of protective clothing and then usually for just a short period of time.) Thank you and have a good time! This is my character's (the young prince's) description: Name: Damien (He goes by Red now.) Age: 25 Gender: Male Rank: Prince Race: Vampire (turned) Height: 6'0" Description: Damien is very slightly built, more like a runner than a fighter. He has black hair that never wants to stay tamed and grows like a weed when he cuts it above his shoulders. His hair is about mid-back, thick, and shaggy looking which is why he usually pulls it back with a piece of black leather. He is pale but not so much that he looks sick or on his death bed, though he would think it was funny if he did. His eyes are a very dark red nearing black but they usually only either hold a careful blankness or a mild curiosity. He's far from handsome if you consider his personality and the scar that run from his hairline straight down over his right eye ending at his jawline. He has thicker eyelashes than what men usually have but not to a girls extent, those he thanks his mother for. Personality: He thinks himself as handsome, though he can sometimes get very cynical about himself but he mostly likes to keep a light easy tone. He very much thinks himself everyone night time dream......this is so not true, even he knows that, but he does like to pretend. Damien is very loyal to those he considers his friends though right now he does not consider many his friends. He is a very easy going person and usually tries to talk his way out of things before he tries to fight his way out of them, but when it comes to push and shove he will fight before he will ever be called a coward. His motto is that it's better to try and talk it out but when it comes down to it you better fight with all you have. History: Damien got turned whenever he was 16 by a woman he met at a local.....well lets just say that it wasn't a place he should have been in. He woke up in his room to find that he had been out for a week and that all his family thought he had only been sick. When he figured out he was a vampire he freaked to say the least. It wasn't the most pleasant experience but with the help of one of his servants, who he figured out was also a vampire, he managed to get through it. Than the vampires came out and he had to run, it was either that or have to face his family again after seeing how they reacted to him last time. He managed to escape, getting his scar and losing his servant and friend in the process. He managed to hide out down in the slums getting work as a delivery boy trying to keep the best face on matters and also trying to keep who and what he was a secret as much as possible. Though sometimes he thinks that maybe today is the day that humans and vampires will see the light of day and maybe start mending that rift that spread between them so fast. Name: Xavier Damont Age: He looks 28 but is really much older though he does not remember exactly how old. Gender: Male Rank: He is the leader of the Demont Vampire’s or DV (the vampires against humans) Race: Vampire and a pureblood Height: 6’4” Description: Xavier has extremely straight blonde hair that is almost the color white. He is very lean but still very well muscled, he is also very pale. His hair hangs down to just slightly below his hips he also usually keeps it in a very loose braid with black silk braided along with it. He has bangs that frame his face, though it does not give him a softer look unlike how it would some people. His eyes are a very icy blue that look more like ice with a tinting of blue in them than an actual blue color. His face is usually set in a very emotionless mask that takes a lot to crack. He usually wears warlike garb that covers his scarred body, he doesn’t even know where he got most of them. He has a scar on the back of his right hand that is in the shape of a flower, every time he looks at it though he has a hard time focusing on whoever is talking at the time. Personality: His personality is a hard one to put into words. He keeps to himself much of the time and does not like to be bothered when he is in thought. The only one he has ever showed the slightest hint of emotion to is his second in command, and even then it is very hard to get him to show it. Just below the surface of his emotionless mask though his thoughts swirl in almost a black abyss type of thought where his only driving need is to kill the humans or at least pen them up like animals where they belong. His hatred of humans is only rivaled by his hatred of those of pureblood origin who refuse to take up their heritage and use the humans as nothing more than cattle to be used and then thrown away. He never really gets angry and the only time one could know he is irked is when his eyes go an almost electric blue, and then when that happens it usually means that death is soon to follow. He believes that there is no such thing, as the humans call it, as love that it all really just a made up belief to keep the humans going in their pitiful life. He does prefer the company of men over women but if there is no other option he will spend a night with a woman, though he sends them away as soon as he can. History: He does not really remember his past except from about fifty years ago when he woke up outside the kingdom of Aleria. As soon as he woke up his thoughts turned black and he could only think of blood, his hunger, and an utter hatred of humans. It was strange waking up and immediately feeling these things, it was like it wasn’t even his body that was feeling this and that he was just a visitor staying for a little while before leaving. After having put the feelings as far back as possible he had made his way into the Alerian Kingdom and started to try and figure things out. He started gathering followers first and then started to make a plan, the force that was driving him was too much to ignore and besides why should he since he was a superior being to those lowly human scum. Very soon it had already been 46 years and the vampires had come out to the humans, it was all working like he had planned. The humans had reacted as he had expected and the vampires were either flocking to him or running which he didn’t much need them if they were going to be cowards. Xavier was just waiting for the day now when he could strike a blow to the humans, one so bad they would never forget his name and that day was now upon him. All his plans were coming to a head right at this moment and he could hardly wait to start the blood bath.