Character Profiles

[Moridanu]

Character Profiles for characters playing in this realm, are posted here please.

[vampiress020]

Name: Grivous Velaro

Nickname: Griv

Sex and Race: Female, Vampire

Age: Older then she cares to tell

Occupation: Bar tender

Drives: Black and red Harley

Listens to: Anything thats not rap or country

Appearance:

Strengths and Weaknesses: Griv is very proficent with guns and small kives. But when it comes to self perservation she has not a clue she is often found charging into danger when the out come of her living is slim. SHe is a daredevil and not afriad of the human threat, Partly due to the fact the mixture doesn't affect her like other vampires.

Weapons: She normally has her handguns and a small pocket kife on her person and hardly ever takes them off.

History: Grivous has moved from Coven to coven and seems to be mostly immune to the mixture the humans call chemical V.
Except for a rather annoying coughing fit every now and then it has left no lasting damage.
She has so far been sucssefully in her attempts to escape capture by the humans who want to run tests to see what it is that makes her differnt from other vampires.

[Moridanu]

((Not sure if I am going to use her in this or not, But Im starting to think I might, so heres her profile, just in case.. rereading over it after all this time, I can see nothing but flaws which I might fix up one day if I find the time. Until then, it will do.. ))


[glow=red,2,300]*~Amorshka~*[/glow]




Amorshka Delacroix was born three times and survived two deaths.

Her first birth was in January 1957, when she was born Amelia Delacroix, to proud parents Isabella and Tristan Delacroix. She inherited her dark hair, and sensuous mouth from her mother, while her fathers deep blue eyes reflected in her own like a tranquil pool of turquoise. Her father was quite a wealthy businessman, and Amelia’s childhood was sheltered as well as privileged. Her mother chose to educate her at the family’s’ lush estate, and Amelia thrived at her studies of the arts. She was well read, and flourished in her use of the English language. At the age of four, her mother began her ballet lessons, but Amelia soon grew bored with the strenuous training and practicing. Her body was lithe, her motions fluid, as she moved with an almost unnatural grace. Her undeniable beauty became evident by the age of ten years, and noone was blind to it, including her father. Her mother, sensing what was developing between father and daughter, began to lose herself in the world of Valium and Vodka, leaving her daughter defenceless, and her husband feeling unloved. Amelia began to see a terrible sadness in her father, and she longed to make him happy. In an unhappy drunken moment, he used that longing to his own sick perverted gain, and Amelias childhood of innocence ended 3 months before her 12th birthday.

For four more years, she endured an almost nightly hell, as her father used her to fulfil the role her mother had left vacant so long ago. It was only after a false pregnancy scare, that he had finally woken up to himself, and had resigned himself to loving her from afar. Unable to bear looking at her, he had sent her to a prestigious girls college, where she had continued her studies. She had hidden her terrible secret down so deeply, that it began to manifest itself in other ways. She began to have extremely dark periods, where she would hook up with one bad boy after the other and disappear for a few days of drunken debauchery. Her conscience never played on her, as she continued to shove all bad things that happened either to her or by her, way down, as deep as it would go. Her hatred for herself and all those that reminded her of her father got her in to a lot of trouble with her teachers, and she spent the last year on a “probational period” to see if she would graduate at all. She buckled down, and although she was popular at the school, as well as the men’s college across town, she felt the continuous need to escape. She buried herself in her studies, and although there was no dance program available, Amelia soon discovered the world of gymnastics. She would wait until the other girls had gone out for the evening, or retired to their dorms, before she would visit the gymnasium with her stereo in hand. Music blazing, Amelia would lose herself in a frenzied activity of vaults, flips and swinging on the rings. She lacked the dedication or enthusiasm to master the art, but her natural ability and fluid motions soon earned her a reputation as the states leading gymnast. Word arrived on the month before her 21st birthday that a scout for the Olympic Gymnast Team was coming to see her in her next competition, and after training more than she ever had, Amelia impressed both the judges and the scout. On the eve of her 21st birthday, Amelia received the word that she had made the team. Her birthday celebration at her favourite Irish Pub became a double celebration as Amelia partied with her family and friends until just before midnight. These events conspired to make this night, the eve of her 21st birthday, as well as the eve of her death. For as Amelia made her way through the dark alley where her bright, red mini was parked, a tall man wearing a long, dark coat approached her. All that she could make out in the darkness, was the mans eyes that seemed to glow a silvery blue. Those iridescent eyes shone at her, as Amelia lost herself in his gaze. She knew nothing but those eyes, as she stood there defenceless while the vampire named Morshk drained her of her blood.

As he drank, he tasted something in her essence that caused him to stop and think. He could taste a deep hatred, a self-loathing that he himself was quite familiar with. After one last, long sweet drink, he tore his mouth away from the deep, red gash on her neck to gaze down at her face. She was indeed quite beautiful; it had been her beauty that had persuaded him to break his usual “no – hunting in town” rule. Maybe it was time he took a lover.. he hadn’t had one since Zara had been burned…His comptemplation was interrupted by a group of revellers approaching the alleyway, so with a quick swish of his long dark coat, he disappeared into the shadows, clutching his new prize tightly to his chest. As he slipped through the dark streets, the towns clock chimed the toll of midnight, delivering Amelia into the dawn of her birth into darkness.

For the longest time, Amelia knew nothing. Darkness was a comforting blanket of numbness as her pain began to seep out of her, in perfect synchronisation to the blood seeping out of her veins. She was vaguely aware of being carried, and roughly dropped on a pile of what turned out to be fishing nets. The cry of a lone seagull finally lured her out of the darkness, and she opened her eyes, to see a hooded figure standing over her. Morshk threw back his hood to reveal a shock of dark hair that tumbled down his shoulders, and those magnetic silvery blue eyes that seemed to be staring down at her thoughtfully. She recoiled inwardly at the sight of her blood on his mouth, as his silhouette was highlighted by the full moon, which glowed in all of its glory directly behind where he stood. Every fibre of her being told her to scream, but her head was a muddled mess, and she lacked both the strength and the energy to speak, let alone scream. She gazed back at him in fear, as he reached out and stroke her cheek with fingers as cold as ice. When he spoke, his voice rose and fell like the wind that had suddenly picked up around them. The wind brought with it the sound of the ocean, as the waves pounded against the nearby shore. His voice blended with the rising and falling waves as his voice reverberated in her ear.

~ Why, you be most beautiful m’dear.. some say that beauty is overrated, that it is only of any use for a relatively short period of time..~ while he spoke, his fingers trailed over her skin, freezing what little blood still pumped through her veins. His silvery blue eyes bore into hers, and she felt a spark of something, somewhere at the base of her spine, then her stomach, her chest, and finally her head. As he finished speaking, Amelia was totally and utterly mesmerised by him.

~ But what if that “short period of time” could be an eternity? Imagine the fun you could have, the world would be your oyster, and men would fall at your feet as apples fall from the tree, ripe and ready for eating. I believe you should be grateful for your beauty, it has indeed allowed you a few more minutes alive.. for I DO intend to kill you tonight, and save you from this horrid world which has obviously caused you a great deal of pain.~ he smiled at her in concern, as her eyes widened in fright.

~Shh!~ he soothed ~Please, do not fear.. for tonight, I feel in an enchanting mood… I shall give you a choice. The same choice that was given to me many moons ago, which I chose to accept and have celebrated since the first eve of my new life. Your choice is as follows… I can kill you now. Leave your rotting corpse here for the seagulls to feast on, before flies arrive and nest in your carcass. Maggots will crawl through your insides before your skin and organs will deteriorate until you are nothing but a pile of sun bleached bones by a raging sea.


Or… you can have everything your heart desires. Your beauty will survive for eternity, you shall want for nothing, and you shall never be plagued by your conscience again. You can do whatever you want and never fear retribution, judgement or sadness. Trust me, m’dear.. the world shall be ours!~

Grinning he stood back from her and gazed down at her once more as she lay there bleeding and trembling on the fishing nets that stunk heavily of rotting fish.

~ Time’s up m’dear~ he snarled, as his head dipped in closer to her. The moonlight shone off his ivory teeth as he smiled at her. One cold hand reached up to grip her chin and pull her mouth close to his. He kissed her hungrily, almost passionately, and Amelia felt a sensation beginning to stir deep within her. Her eyes stared into his as he tore his lips off hers to whisper into her open mouth ~ Join me. Be with me. ~ before his lips found hers once more and began to kiss her more forcefully. He sucked her bottom lip roughly, and the sensation was so erotic, that she almost didn’t notice as he bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood. Her eyes were wide as they drowned in his silvery gaze while his tongue teased the inside of her mouth, as he continued to drain her of her sweet blood. The more blood he took, the more she fell.. into the comforting darkness that wrapped itself around her once more. She wanted to drown in the darkness, forget everything and everyone she had ever known, but those eyes! And the tongue in her mouth that was awakening sensations she had thought long forgotten. .. Her own tongue began to explore his mouth, and she almost sliced the tender pink flesh open on his sharp fangs, as she responded to his kiss with a passion she had never known. Surprised by her actions, she found herself sucking on his lips, tasting her own blood as her tongue continued to search his mouth. Losing herself completely in the kiss, and realising that she was dieing, Amelia bit down on his bottom lip, as his blood mixed with hers. She sucked hungrily as the dark cold liquid poured into her mouth and burned down her throat. For several moments, the passion between them flowed as freely as the blood that leaked down their chins, before his blood hit the pit of her stomach. She gagged, and screamed as he dropped her back on to the foul smelling fishnets once more. Writhing in agony, Amelia screamed with every last ounce of her breath, before the pain became too great, and the darkness finally consumed her once more.


She had awoken to a new life, one that had been everything he had promised her. Morshk was a patient teacher, who was soon surpassed by his student. She was so quick and lithe on her feet, that she would steal away from him, select a victim and have her fill, then returning to his side before he had even noticed she had slipped away. After they had located her red mini, and altered the glass to be uv resistant, she had been basically unstoppable, dashing all over the country whenever the body count was becoming too noticeable. For the most part though, for those first few years, they had used an abandoned boat shed as their lair, the docking ships in the bay providing more than enough wayward sailors to quench their thirst. Amelia found that Morshk had been right, her beauty WAS her biggest weapon. The men flocked around her, practically begging her to feast on them, and of course she was only too happy to oblige.

Although she had passed on to a life of darkness, there was a still a dark smudge deep inside of her that refused to go away. Her anger and hatred at her father bubbled under her surface and began to play out an angry tune on the veins that pulsed within her temples and pounded in her head like an angry drum. The only thing that caused the pounding to subside was to feed, and feed she did. It took her several months to notice that nearly all of her victims resembled her father.. same age, height, complexion. Realising that she would never be free of him, even in death, Amelia began to focus all of her energy on seeking revenge on her father for his past deeds. Knowing that his wallet was his most vulnerable point, she concentrated her energies on his known business associates. Using the Delacroix name as her signature sprawled across the wall of her latest victim in their own blood, Amelia made sure her father got the message. The Delacroix name, which had once meant wealth and power, now meant death and sadness to anyone he knew, and companies began to turn their backs on him within a few weeks. Delighting in his misery, she had watched him for a few months, as he continued to crumble and say goodbye to everything he had ever known. Finally, the perfect time arrived, and she had ended his life after a five day siege where she had tortured him and done every sick thing to him she could think of. After he was finally dead, Amelia was surprised to see that the hatred had not gone away, it just seemed to … settle. Like a dark cloak of shadows settling around her shoulders that she would forever wear.

Her vendetta over, Amelia settled into becoming a thing of legend and fear. Despising her own name, she had morphed it into Moshk’s to find the name Amorshka, but had decided to keep her fathers name in an eternal insult to the man she hated with an ever growing contempt. As Amorshka Delacroix, she wreaked havoc on those unfortunate to cross her path, and made the history books with her insatiable blood lust.

It was this reputation that undoubtedly led to a stormy eve in the year of 2009 marking the eve of her second and final death, and the rise of the dawn of her third birth…

[Moridanu]

(( And here is my old girl Isabella. It still breaks my heart to play her without Benito, but I think Im going to have him die.. tragically of course *winks* so that she can possibly take a new lover if one should appear.. This will be the main character I will be playing if this plot. ))


Name: Isabella Rastafari
Affiliation: Leader of the First Blood Clan
Age: approx 250 years
Weapon Skills (If any): Is a talented boxer and therefore is lethal with her fists as well as her fangs. Shares Benitos fascinations for blades and is being taught by him to use them efficiently. Despises guns and thinks they are for pussies.
Special Skills (Degrees, special training, etc.): Able to lull her victims into a daze by singing an ancient ritual of the Milokai, Isabella is an avid reader and self professed student of the dark arts. As the CEO of her main Pharmaceutical company, she also holds a Masters Degree in Buisness.
Ethnicity/Country of Origin: Origionally born in London, England but has spent the last 200 years in Australia.
Describe your C and tell something that symbolizes them (animal, song, art piece, etc.): A storm.. beautiful and enticing as the clouds gather and the winds blow.. before wreaking havoc, mayhem and destruction when it finally hits.

Isabella was raised in the upper class of Londons High Society before her birth into darkness. She was raised to be a lady, dignified and reserved while also harbouring a love for the arts. Isabella was studying the arts in London, and was on her way home from Ballet class when she was sired. Because of this background, despite her vampirism, Isabella still likes to consider herself a lady and conducts herself in this regard.. for the most part.

Her pride and joy is her long, dark hair that hangs down straight to her hips in silken waves. With her pale skin, ice blue eyes and dark crimson lips, she is the classic example of a vampires appearance, however the way that she holds herself and the way that she acts in certain circles tends to set her apart from the other clan leaders. While she is indeed capable of much mayhem, Isabella prefers a more calculated approach to her buisness matters and is often described as cold and indifferent. Purple, red and black hues are the main colours that make up her wardrobe, and she prefers long flowing dresses with tight bodices. She is also very fond of knee high boots, the higher the heel the better.

Despite her indifference to most other vampires, she does hold two of them in rather high regard. The first is her "sister" Rose, who she sired herself in 1880 in a bid to smother her own lonliness. Isabella adores Rose and will kill to protect her only form of family she has left. Another vampire that has claims to Isabella's dead heart is Benito Senfetti, the leader of the Senfetti Clan. Their love is as warped and twisted as they are, while also being strangely touching and romantic. Being on opposite sides of the world however, generally means their relationship is restricted to infrequent visits.

[sabis]

Full Name: Sabis
Race: Immortal
Age: Approx. 1500
Height: 6'2"
Weight: the low to mid 200's
Homeland: The Norwegian Peninsula
Current Home: Anywhere
Occupation: Ranger

Weapons & Armor

Weapon Proficiencies: Numerous, specializing in swords and bows
Primary Weapon(s): Bow, katana/wakizashi
Secondary Weapon(s): anything handy

Armor Proficiencies: light and medium grade armors
Primary Armor(s): generally a light chain vest
Secondary Armor(s): the cloth of his heavy clothes

Magic

Magic Proficiencies: Nature magic as a ranger, some arcane
Primary Magic(s): Ranger Spells, afew druidic spells
Secondary Magic(s): Afew mage spells
Tertiary Magic(s): Immortal Magics
Other Skills: He is a master of the rangering skills, such as tracking, hunting, and herbalism and basic alchemy. He is also a master swordsmith and woodcrafter, and a decent haberdasher.
Innate Magic(s): Immortality via the Quickening

Character History: Sabis is very old. He was born to a Viking tribe in 497 a.d., and died in battle in 520 a.d. He arose and began his life as an Immortal within days, and wandered the lands of Europe for decades before meeting Gwynnia, another Immortal. She mentored him, trained him in fine skills with the blade as opposed to the axe he used as a Viking. She was also his first real love, and they speant over two centuries togethor before their very nature as Immortals forced them to seperate. He has been to nearly every country in the world, fighting others of his kind, training in blades, and mostly just enjoying living in the wilds. In the early 1300's he took up falconry, eventually finding a superb specimen of hawk. He has helped these birds for centuries now, keeping a hawk as his companion since that first one's eggs hatched, and through the years has bred some incredible specimens of the breed.



Description of Char: The usual clothes of a ranger, all earthy green and brown, layered for warmth, including, of course, a way oversized green hooded cloak. He's about 6'2", with broad shoulders and if his steps are any indication, a good amount of weight, maybe 230 pounds or so. He has a fingerless black leather glove on his left hand, a mythril circle set into the back of it, thick black leather bracers with silver studs rest tightly on his forearms. He wears a ring on each hand, the left dull and black, very plain, whereas the right is a shimmering rainbow of color, shifting with every move. He has the hilt of a wakizashi sticking out of his cloak, on the left hip, and a quiver of arrows on his back. But his wakizashi has no partner katana, and he carries no bow. His Hawk, Imowen, nearly always accompanies him, she is a large and beautiful specimen of her species with VERY sharp talons and a strong beak, with very keen eyes and rare markings.

Standard equipment:

Weapons: He carries numerous weapons on him at nearly all times, and nearly every itme he carries is enchanted in one way or another. He does have a katana to partner his wazkiashi, but it remains hidden. Both blades are Mythril, crafted by his own hand centuries ago and enchanted several times by mages of various powers, both for keen edges and with a powerful lightning enchantment. He carries a bow as well, concealed magicly by his glove, with it to being heavily enchanted to do more damage and turn the arrows into shafts of lightning.

Armor: His cloak is enchanted as armor, to help protect him from ranged attacks, the hood of which has a special enchantment on it to help conceal his face. The hood cannot be pulled down without his will to do so, and it will shadow his face regardless of any light shined into it. His glove is a glove of storing, his rings help protect him from harm, and his boots are enchanted to allow short term bursts of speed once every few hours.

[vampiress020]

Name: Felicia Valentine

Nickname: Has none

Sex and Race: Female, Vampire

Age: 352

Occupation: Waitress at a cocktail bar

Drives: a dark red Volvo

Listens to: heavy metal

Appearance: The shorter one

Strengths and Weaknesses: She is an all around hard head and won’t admit to any of her flaws. She has a weak stomach and can’t stand the smell of blood even though she needs it to survive. One of her weaknesses is her twin brother even though she knows he can take care of him self she still can’t help but worry about her twin

Weapons: She cares around a small knife but has never really had any reason to use it.

History: Felicia has been a vampire since as far back as she can remember she hates the fact that she can’t remember her human life but her brother tells her most of it isn’t worth remembering any way.
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Name: Ari Valentine

Nickname: Vane

Sex and Race: Male, Vampire

Age: 352

Occupation: Waiter at a cocktail bar

Drives: a dark blue Volvo

Listens to: Mostly rock and roll

Appearance: The Taller one

Strengths and Weaknesses: Ari has a major soft spot for his sister and is normally the one who convinces her that she needs to feed. He is proficient with daggers and can use a gun if the need arises.

Weapons: He cares a small gun and one of his many daggers

History: Ari remembers how poorly their parents treated them and how they both became vampires he hates the fact that Felicia wants to know what their past is and doesn’t under stand why she is always so happy.

[Talisen Phoenix]

Name:
Lanastia ‘Lana’ Greenflame

Nickname:
The Lady Green

Sex and Race:
Female, Witch

Age:
Stopped Count.

Occupation:
Full time Witch.

Appearance:
While Lana looks quite young, she’s actually very old, having been born in the late eleventh century. She looked relatively human, until even the slightest bit of magic is cast of felt by Lana, then her skin turns a brilliant green. Her eyes match her very dark eyes. She can usually be found wearing black, depending the time period. Lana is stunningly beautiful, even when she’s green.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Lana has been alive for a very long time, and as a result has become an astonishingly good witch. Her magic is her greatest strength, but at the same time it’s also her greatest weakness, she’s unable to cast a spell or have a spell cast on her without setting her skin colour off, making it green, it makes her easily distinguishable as a supernatural being and during these troubled times that doesn’t make things easy for Lana.

Weapons:
Lana is a living and breathing weapon. She’s capable of many different offensive and defensive spells, but there’s generally casting spells takes time, and Lana doesn’t have an infinite power level, stronger spells take much more energy and she’s liable to get tired very quickly. Lana is a formidable hand to hand combatant and uses her broom for more than just flying.

History:
Lana was born fully grown in a long since forgotten glade, the birth was witnessed by Viking Woman who began to worship Lana as a goddess and teach her everything they knew. Lana was astonishingly intelligent and picked up all the knowledge quite easily, from the minute she was born she knew she was a witch, she eventually learned how to turn her naturally green skin a pale white, for as long as she could muster without using magic, but as soon as she felt the slightest bit of magic her skin reverted back to it’s brilliant emerald green. Over the years Lana met many different people and was worshiped for hundreds of years, but as time went on magic was forced underground and with it Lana. Lana’s latest role was as a fortune teller, covering her skin as best she could, she performed tiny spells for people, proving a much needed services. As Vampires were thrust into light, so where so many other supernaturally creatures. Lana was caught by the local police and imprisoned, while Lana tried to think of a way out of her predicament. The local village in Ireland planned her demise. Seconds from being burnt at the stake, Lana used a powerful spell, which killed everyone in town, allowing her to escape, but also making her a well known fugitive.

[dakkon]

Name: Joseph L. Mulcibre
Nickname:"Honest Joe"
Gender & Race: Male, Human
Age:35
Profession: Operates the "Fangcross Lodges" motel chain, part time vampire exterminator
Personality: Friendly but assertive. Can be amiable towards vampires one minute, and homicidal the next.
Martial Skills:None. He had extensive training as a child but he gave that up a long time ago.
Weapons:Knives, hunting rifle.

Description: Numerous bitemarks, most all of them faded, cover his body.
Back story:
Joseph is a man with every reason to hate vampires. As strange as it might seem though, he was raised by a vampire. Growing up his only friends were ancient immortals. The small rural coven of his birthplace had no other children or humans living in it at the time. When he was five he already had the maturity and outlook on life as a century old vampire. By the time he was twelve he had blood on his hands from experiments he helped carry out on humans.

Long before there was chemical V, vampires had sought solutions to their own human troubles. It was one of these experimental 'solutions' that turned Joseph against vampires. He doesn't go into details, only that it was that incident that spurred him to hunt vampires. There are few other humans as familiar with vampires which makes him a dangerous enemy of vampire kind.