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[center][size=1][u][b][font=Verdana]Blood Rites[/font][/b][/u][/size][/center]

[/size][center][size=1][i][font=Verdana]But first, on earth as vampire sent,[/font][/i][/size] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:[/i][/size][/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Then ghastly haunt thy native place,[/i][/size] [/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]And suck the blood of all thy race;[/i][/size][/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]There from thy daughter, sister, wife,[/i][/size] [/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]At midnight drain the stream of life?[/i][/size] [/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Wet with thine own best blood shall drip[/i][/size] [/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;[/i][/size][/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Then stalking to thy sullen grave[/i][/size][/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Go-and with the ghouls and afreets rave,[/i][/size] [/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Till these in horror shrink away[/i][/size] [/font] [/center]

[center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]From spectre more accursed than they[/i][/size] [/font][/center]
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[right][size=1][i][font=Verdana](By Lord Byron from The Giaour)[/font][/i][/size][/right]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Humans, raised from the dead to spend eternity in constant quest of ruby-red, warm blood. Human blood is food of choice, but animal blood will temper their hunger. They are neither fallen angels nor demons sent by Satan to tempt or corrupt.[/size][size=1][/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]They can be evil, but the evil they do is their own?[/size][/font][size=1][/size]

[font=Verdana][size=1]This is the story of one truly evil vampire, driven not only by his thirst for blood, but also by his lust for power, and his need for vengeance against the human race?[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]His name is Kraven.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]Born the son of an aristocratic family, Kraven lived the life of a nobleman, not realising for many years his true destiny. He wandered the land, aimless in his searching for something to occupy his time, but during this fateful journey, he was ambushed by soldiers, and murdered, impaled by a soldier?s sword.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]He was plucked from the brink of oblivion by a powerful Necromancer known as Mortanius, and awoke in the Underworld. Vowing revenge upon his murderers, he greedily accepted Mortanius? offer, and was resurrected as something not quite human. He had become the First Vampire.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]He quickly tracked down his murderers, and exacted bloody revenge, slaughtering them and their entire families, drinking their blood to sate his hunger, but it still did not work. His thirst was not quenched, and his need for revenge was not yet satisfied. He travelled the world, slaughtering thousands in his search for satisfaction, but still did not find it. He spilled the blood of many, drinking it thirstily, but still his thirst could not be quenched.[/size][/font][size=1][/size]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Finally, he began the search for a cure to his vampiric curse, a cure that did not exist outside the Underworld. So he travelled there in search of Mortanius, the Necromancer who had doomed him to a life of unquenchable thirst, to the half-life he now lived. When the Necromancer told him there was no cure for the curse, Kraven murdered him, destroying his body completely, and was sent hurtling back to Earth.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]By this time, the humans had become aware of his existence, and formed a secret army to combat him. This army was named the Reapers, and they were created by the church, who saw Kraven as their ultimate Adversary, as the Devil himself. The Reapers fought Kraven, and in one climactic battle, Kraven wiped out the Reapers, taking their five leaders and turning them into vampires like himself. They became, ironically, his lieutenants, his most loyal followers, and Kraven began to gather an army of vampires.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]But these vampires were not as powerful as Kraven and his lieutenants, and in another battle with the newly reformed Reapers, most of them were wiped out, an act which drove Kraven and his lieutenants into hiding for centuries, only killing humans in secret, building up their forces once again.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]Very soon after the dawn of the 21st Century, Kraven?s army had gained enough power to attack, driving the humans underground. Kraven now ruled the Earth.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]But resistance came from the least likely source. His own lieutenants turned against him, betrayed him, and left him. They each formed their own clan, the clans of Fire, Earth, Water, Air and Lightning, and fought against Kraven.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]But Kraven was still the most powerful vampire in existence. He wielded not only the power of Fire, Earth, Water, Air and Lightning combined, but also the previously undiscovered power of Telekinesis. His lieutenants fought against him, each for their own cause.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]Now Kraven searches for one thing: godhood. He wishes to ascend to the Heavens, to gain ultimate power in return for his millennia of suffering, and nothing will stand in his way?[/size][/font][size=1][/size]

[size=1][u][font=Verdana]Extra information[/font][/u][/size]
[font=Verdana][size=1]The leaders of the five clans are as follows:[/size][/font]
[size=1][font=Verdana][u]Fire[/u]-Alucard, a young, headstrong vampire, the youngest of all of Kraven?s former lieutenants. He and his clan each control the element of fire, able to create and control flames. (Reserved for Deucalion)[/font][/size]
[size=1][font=Verdana][u]Earth[/u]-Caine, the most physically impressive of all the vampire lieutenants, and also the most physically powerful. He and his clan control the element of earth, and are able to create earthquakes. (Reserved for Archangel)[/font][/size]
[size=1][font=Verdana][u]Water[/u]-Doran, a lithe, smooth-talking being, who used to be an influential aristocrat when he was still alive. He and his clan control the element of water, including ice and steam. (Reserved for Muse)
[/font][/size][size=1][font=Verdana][u]Air[/u]-Angel, an ancient and wise vampire, second only in elemental power and age to Kraven. He and his clan control air, including wind, rain, fog and certain other parts of the weather. (Reserved for Sean)[/font][/size]
[size=1][font=Verdana][u]Lightning[/u]-Erasmus, the most devious of all the clan leaders, he was the first to confront Kraven. He is married to a seductive young vampires called Chastity, and he and his clan control the element of lightning. (Reserved for Ilium)[/font][/size]
[font=Verdana][size=1]All vampires have above-human strength, speed and stamina, as well as the ability to jump higher and run faster than humans. However, they are all cursed to drink the blood of humans for eternity.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]They can be destroyed in a number of ways. They will be immobilized or destroyed by a stake through the heart, whether it is by a crossbow or simply by sheer brute strength.[/size][/font][size=1][/size]

[font=Verdana][size=1]They can be killed by having their head removed by a blade, or being burnt. A more difficult, but more effective way of destroying a vampire is to cut out the heart and burn it.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]Holy symbols such as crosses, or holy water will work on a vampire, but it will not destroy it, instead it will simply burn it, stunning it for a moment. This moment of weakness can be used to destroy the vampire completely.[/size][/font][size=1][/size]

[font=Verdana][size=1]You will be playing the parts of vampires from across the various clans, and if anyone feels like playing a human then they are welcome to, but bear in mind certain parts of the profile do not count for humans, such as the special powers.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]Here is what I need from each of you:[/size][/font][size=1][/size]


[font=Verdana][size=1]Nickname: optional[/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Race: human or vampire[/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Age: for humans, anything between 25 and 50, but for vampires, anything above that, except you must be no older than Kraven, who is 2000 years old[/size][/font]


[font=Verdana][size=1]Powers: vampires only. Have it correspond to your clan, and no-one is allowed to be telekinetic.[/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Weapons: for vampires, anything close-combat based, and for humans, anything, including guns.[/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Personality: make it original.[/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Appearance: a picture or detailed description here, please.[/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Character Snippet: Show me your character in action[/size][/font]

[font=Verdana][size=1]People can sign up as one of the clan leaders, but PM me first if you wish to play one. I will be playing Kraven, and I will post my sign-up when I have a few in already.[/size][/font]
[font=Verdana][size=1]Happy creating![/size][/font]
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[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Sin walker

[B]Nickname:[/B] Chaos

[B]Race:[/B] vampire

[B]Age:[/B] 235

[B]Gender:[/B] male

[B]Powers:[/B] Earth Clan. Is unusually stronger, and controls the earth element by being able to create huge cracks in the ground and being able to close them up again.

[B]Weapons:[/B] A wrist blade on each arm, with throwing knives around his waste and a small sword on his back

[B]Personality:[/B] Sin jokes around to much as some would say. He hardly takes anything or anyone seriously. Even his superiors are a joke to him, except Caine, Caine is the only person Sin will actually listen to. And since he jokes too much with everybody, he is not to well liked, but when he does get to the end of his leash he becomes very cruel and merciless. And for that he is respected, but still a nuisance so a lot of people don't like to work with him and he likes to play with his victims before he finishes them.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/prince1.jpg] Sin [/URL] he wears a long black trench coat with blue jeans, black vans and sleeveless shirt.
Character Snippet:[/B] Sin was sitting on park bench at 1 in the morning listening to the rushing cars of traffic and people walking by talking. Sin sat there relaxing until he heard the footsteps of humans approaching his current position. Sin looked around to see if they were near him yet. He saw a small group coming at him, not happy at all. Sin smiled.
"It has been awhile since I?ve fed." [/B]Sin muttered under his breath. Sin stood up and looked at the humans with a playful look. He cocked his head and smiled, showing his canine teeth. The humans were not smiling like he was and had weapons in their hands.
"Can I help you?"[/B] Sin said with a smile on his face still. The men?s face grew dark and their frowns deep. After a moment one of the men spoke.
"Yes, you can. You can DIE!"[/B] The man lunged for him with a wooden stake, straight for his heart. Sin evaded and grabbed the guy by the back of his neck and threw him at the far bushes. The other 3 men in the group faltered a little, but kept up their attack. Sin just evaded and played with them, pushing them over tossing them around. But after awhile Sin grew bored with just tossing around the amateur vampire killers, so he did what he did what all vampires do best. He killed them quickly, he ran up and broke one of the men?s neck and tossing his dead corpse over at 2 men coming at him. He then bolted at the man he had thrown in the bushes and held him up in the air by his throat. Sin looked the man in the eyes.
"Now, it's time you became the hunted."[/B] Sin lowered the man down and turned his head so his neck was exposed. Sin opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into the mans flesh, piercing the skin with blood slowly trickling out of his new wound and down the hunters shirt. Sin held it for a moment and let go, the man held his hand against the wound with a horrifying look on his face, while Sin was smiling. Sin walked backwards while holding up two fingers.
"You have two days, before you change."[/B] Sin dropped his hand and used his coat sleeve to wipe his mouth of the blood. He stopped walking backwards and looked at the two remaining mean that were alive and not bitten, he started to walk towards them. The men started to back up and tried to make a break for it, Sin out stretched his hand and focused, the ground moved and broke open with an approaching earthquake. The men stopped in front of the crack almost falling into this new hole, Sin suddenly was behind them and he tapped them on the shoulder sending the over the edge. One of them managed to grab the edge of the hole, holding on for dear life. Sin kneeled over with a gruesome smile, he grabbed the mans arm to keep him from falling, Sin then held out his arm and his wrist blade slid out with a ring following it, he held the blade over the top of the mans head. The man looked up just to see a blade tip in his face, Sin brought it down straight through the hunters face. Blood squirted out with a nauseating sound that Sin loved to hear. He let go of the hunter and the body dropped into the deep, black pit. Sin licked the blood off of his wrist blade then retracted it back into his arm. He then held out his hand again and closed up the hole, Sin turned back around and saw the hunter he had bitten was gone. Sin smiled and laughed manically.
"He'll turn soon enough. And then his fellow hunters will have to kill him before he feeds on one of his partners."[/B] Sin smiled one last time before he headed back to his clans Manor.[/SIZE][/COLOR]
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[b]OOC: [/b]Let me know if I should change anything.
[b]EDIT: [/b]The Snippet isn't too good, might be able to think of something better.
[b]EDIT2: [/b]I just realised I put a wrong link for Appearance.
[b]EDIT3: [/b]Added a bit to my powers.

[b][size=2][color=Navy]Name: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy]Katchya
[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Nickname: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy]Kat[/color][/size][b][size=2][color=Navy]

[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Race: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy]Vampire[/color][/size][b][size=2][color=Navy]

[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Age: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy]235[/color][/size][b][size=2][color=Navy]

[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Gender: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy]Female
[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Powers: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy]Air Clan - Kat can manipulate the weather and hear things on the wind from all over the world, since wind moves everywhere, bringing conversations with it. She likes the wind, and the wind likes her, always greeting her if she's around.
[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Weapons: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy][url="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/449/kr4large9nl.jpg"]Sword[/url] in a sheath on her back, and two of these [url="http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/7231/weaponswindandfirewheels3ab.jpg"]Rings[/url] that she throws with good accuracy, she has clasps on her belt to hold the rings.
[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Personality: [/color][/size][/b][size=2][color=Navy]Kat's quite introverted and likes to keep to herself, unless those she's around are very close to her. Kat thinks a lot and if can't be found, she can usually be seen in a very windy place, preferrably high up. If she is close to someone, she's very loyal and will help them out in trouble. Her closest friends in the clan are Angel and Aura.[/color][/size][b][size=2][color=Navy]

[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Appearance: [/color][/size][/b][color=black][url="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8326/tao2wx.jpg"][size=2]Here[/size][/url][/color][b][size=2][color=Navy]

[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy]Character Snippet: [/color][/size][/b][color=Navy][size=2]Kat was dressed scantily as she walked into a club. Her eyes easily adjusted to the darkness, the rooms being lit by only a few coloured lights. Her silver eyes and and hair glittered into the light as she searched the crowd for a victim. Kat was starving today, she needed blood badly.

She slid over to the bar and checked several of the men there out, most of them were drunk stupid so they'd be easy. She chose a large sized man and stepped up beside him, sitting in the stool beside him. She ordered a drink and started a conversation with the man. The innocent banter soon became deeper.

In no time she had the man following her like a love-sick puppy, she brought him into one of the back rooms and at first she pretended to make out with him. But soon he ravished her neck which made her grin evilly. Her fangs emerged and she bit deep into his jugular vein, sucking up the crimson liquid. Kat drank every drop and let the body down on the ground. She wiped her mouth and escaped quickly through the back door of the club, feeling better after her meal.

Kat walked through the night, and changed the weather from a calm, cloudless night, to a stormy one, with rain, thunder and lightning. She smiled as she walked through the rain, it was a good night indeed.
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[B]Name:[/B] Doran

[B]Nickname:[/B] The Debonair

[B]Race:[/B] Vampire

[B]Age:[/B] 1233

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Powers:[/B] Doran, along with his extreme speed, strength, and stamina, is a master of water. Anything from shooting high powered blasts of boiling hot water from his hands, to creating sharp, jagged pieces of ice perfect for throwing. His favorite being to create huge waves of it to drown his enemies and to make them go blind with burning steam in their eyes.

Doran, with his long, skinny frame, prides himself in being the most agile of the clan leaders. Though he is lacking, compared to the others, in strength, he can wield light weapons with dangerous stealth and accuracy.

[B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v418/zapshazam/guys144.jpg]Doran in usual attire[/URL]
His bright silver eyes have a chilling effect on whomever decides to stare into them for too long. His expression is always one of cold sarcasm; his eyelids half closed at all times, his constant smirk complementing his eyes perfectly.

Although extremely thin, Doran is easily one of the taller clan leaders, towering at a lanky 6'2".

His short and whispy raven black hair contrasts wonderfully with his deathly pale skin. Even after his death Doran kept his appearance sleek and stylish, playing out the "stronger than he looks" to the full. His tailored suits are easy to move around him, maximizing comfort in whatever he does.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Roan
The sleek cane shown in the picture is Doran's main choice of weapon, and he affectionately calls it Roan. Due to his keen eye and deadly accuracy, he can wield it as both defence against close range weapons, and can hurt as much as your not-so-average staff. The cane is made of a very strong, rare metal made especially for Doran by one of the most celebrated weapon makers in history. It is extremely strong and hard to break, and the diamond on top in almost mesmorizing to whoever stares at it. It has been known the crack the skulls of vampires and kill his human prey with one swift blow to the head.

There are rumors of this legendary cane, that it is impossible to break and contains more power than Doran lets on. Members of the water clan claim to have seen Doran use Roan in strange ways, from manipulating the bottom into a jagged point of ice and shooting high powered water out of the diamond set on top.

[B]Personality:[/B] Doran is walking, talking sarcasm. Although not exactly cruel in any way, his dry and dark sense of humor give him a more evil persona than needed. He is able to insult even the other clan leaders without fear, even if he is the weakest physically. He was one of the youngest, most influential aristocrats of his time, and he really is able to smooth talk his way out of anything.

This precious abbility, along with his fashionable tailored suits, has earned him the tile of "The Debonair." Even while fighting and hunting, he manages to stay impeccably clean. In the midst of a battle, if there is a speck of dirt on his glasses, he really would take the time to take them off, clean them, and slip them back on with an almost annoying air of pretentiousnous.

He doesn't exactly think the world of himself, though he is rather pompous. He is very smart and a quick thinker, but he does have a habit of rushing into things.

[B]Character Snippet:[/B] The soft patter of rain on the large windows slightly annoyed Doran, who was trying to read his book in complete silence. The candle flickered across his current page, lighting the small black words in the otherwise complete darkness. Dinner was being served across the hall. A few rather burly young men had been caught sneeking around the manor with stupid curiosity. Even with the thick wooden doors closed, Doran could hear them screaming pitiously as his clan fed. Doran preferred to wait, himself. He was very social with his clan, and they respected him, but he liked to eat alone.

A sudden movement outside caught Doran's well trained eye. His concentrated frown slowly turned up into his trademark smirk.

[i]"Excellent. Dinner is here."[/i]

No sooner did this slow drawl cross his mind did the window shatter dramatically. A man, heavily armed with a nasty looking long sword and a few crosses hanging around his neck, burst into the room via the expensive window, scowling. Doran quickly averted his eyes, staring straight into the man's instead of the crosses, but did not stand up. He sat smirking at this rather surprised looking man, unnoticeably fingering Roan at his side anxiously.

[B]"Your sons, no doubt?"[/B] Doran asked quietly, not taking his eyes off the intruder, who looked like he was ready to pounce, had he not been staring right into the pools of hypnotic silver behind Doran's glasses. He nodded slightly, gripping his hilt desperately. He hadn't been expecting something quite like this.

Doran made a show of putting his hand behind his ear, frowing a little and listening.

[B]"Hmm. Well, seems like you are a little late, my friend."[/B] No more screams, just the laughter of Doran's vampires. A look of terrified anger crossed the man's face, and, breaking the link between their eyes, lunged at Doran. With obvious inhuman speed, Roan's smooth shaft had knocked away the sword like a small fly and connected with the side of the man's head. He collapsed to the floor, panting, with Doran already standing with one foot on his chest and Roan's large diamond on his throat. With one quick, fluid movement the diamond seemingly slipped, caught hold of the thin necklace holding the crosses, broke it off, flung out the open window and landed back on the man's throat. All in a matter of seconds, and with one simple flick of Doran's wrist. His silver eyes lingered on the window and the thin rain seeping in, and he glanced back down, still smirking.

[B]"You broke my window. Not nice."[/B] He reprimanded him dryly, raising his free hand deliacately and pointing it at the window lazily. A white mist instantly floated out of his long pointer finger and over to the shards of broken window. Once the mist reached its destination, a pane of ice easily six inches thick formed itself, covering the destroyed hole completely and effectively. The human, absolutely terrifed, stared up at Doran, desperately reaching for his sword that lay a few feet away.

[B]"Do you promise not to scream?"[/B]

No reply, just the horrified stare. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, Doran brought Roan up in a skillful arc and used it to hold back the human's head, the diamond probably choking him. Gracefully, Doran swooped down, his long arm still holding Roan in the same position, and stared at the man's browned neck longingly. With a soft sigh, his vampiric teeth showed themselves and dug into his jugular. A piercing scream slowly faded into silence as Doran drank the man's blood greedily. After he had sucked the man dry, Doran fell back on to his knees and survayed his prey, and then looked himself over. Not a drop of blood, and nothing out of place. Perfect. He called for a few servants to rid of the useless body, and returned to his book.

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The Dragon[/size]
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Vampire [/size]

2000 years [/size]

Male [/size]

Kraven, being the oldest and most powerful of all vampires, enjoys his powers of complete control over all five elements. [/size]

He is able to create and manipulate vast amounts of flame, including a special blue flame, which burns much hotter and brighter than normal flames.[/size]

He is able to make huge tremors in the ground, by making seismic waves run through his body and into the ground. This power also makes him much stronger than the average vampire. [/size]

Kraven can use his mastery of water to create shards of ice, to make tidal waves of water, or to create boiling vents of steam shoot up from the ground. This power also makes him more agile than the average vampire. [/size]

He can use this power to create strong gusts of wind, and it also increases his speed and jump height dramatically. [/size]

Kraven can use his mastery of lightning to create blasts of electricity that shoot from his hands, able to disrupt electric circuits, or to stun or kill his enemies. [/size]

[size=1]But, on top of these powers, Kraven is also the only vampire known to have the power of telekinesis, the ability to move matter with only the power of the mind. He can also use this power to levitate his own body off the ground. [/size]

The Sword of the Dark Dragon. This is an ancient and powerful weapon, forged deep in the Underworld, made especially for the Necromancer Mortanius. However, when Kraven faced the Necromancer in the Underworld, he impaled him on his own sword, and then took the weapon from him. It increases Kraven?s power by a large amount, but in return Kraven has had to store a portion of his soul inside the weapon. This is to make sure that he did not mistreat the weapon. See attachment for appearance. [/size]

Kraven is the only truly evil vampire in existence. He is ruthless and vicious, and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He has murdered countless thousands of humans, only to reach his ultimate goal: godhood. He is bloodthirsty, and fuelled totally by revenge and a lust for power. [/size]

See attachment, except the cloak he wears is black and not white, and his hair is streaked with black. [/size]

[size=1][b]Character Snippet[/b]:
Maniacal laughter coursed through him as his sword cut through flesh. Blood splattered to the ground, and Kraven?s eyes lit up with a mad sort of joy as he cut a swathe through the ranks of the Reapers. Pathetic humans. They never stood a chance of defeating Kraven, even if there were hundreds of them. [/size]

[size=1]Fire blazed in his eyes, lightning crashed across the sky, rain fell, wind whipped Kraven?s cloak around, and blood soaked the ground. The Sword of the Dark Dragon swung through the ranks of humans, cutting them down. It glowed as it feasted on their souls, gaining strength from it. [/size]

[size=1]Few Reapers remained alive, and only the most brave, or foolish, remained standing against Kraven. Across the battlefield he saw his foe, the Reaper Captain named Erasmus, his weapon drawn. Kraven stared down his foe, lightning crashing behind him. Rain pounded his body, washing the human blood from his clothes and skin. Few Reapers stood between them, and not one of them was strong enough to face Kraven alone. He dispatched these soldiers with a few quick sweeps of his sword, watching as their bodies fell to the ground, lying in the mud. [/size]

[size=1]At last, it was just Kraven and Erasmus, alone. [/size]

[size=1]?I have been waiting a long time to fight you, Kraven. I have heard a lot about you,? said Erasmus. [/size]

[size=1]?As I have been waiting to fight you, Erasmus. You have slain many of my brood, and now I will take my revenge,? replied Kraven. Erasmus drew his sword and lunged at Kraven, aiming to remove the vampire?s head. Kraven?s own strike was too swift to see, but Erasmus flew past Kraven, his sword cut in two. He landed in the mud at Kraven?s feet, and the vampire turned to him. [/size]

[size=1]?Not good enough, Erasmus. Not even close,? said Kraven, grabbing the Reaper by the scruff of the neck and hauling him to his feet. Now his face was close to Kraven?s. [/size]

[size=1]?You are a good fighter, Erasmus, I have seen that. But you have destroyed a lot of my kind. My choice is interesting. I could side with irony, and turn you into one of my lieutenants, or I could side with justice, and kill you right now. Which would you prefer?? [/size]

[size=1]?Kill me now, scum. I will never be one of you,? spat the Reaper, his normally calm face now showing signs of fear and rage.[/size]

[size=1]?If that is your preference,? said Kraven, biting down hard on Erasmus? neck, piercing the artery. He drank deeply of the Reaper?s blood, and in turn injected a small amount of a certain toxin into his bloodstream. In a few days, he would die, and then he would return as a vampire. And then, he would know that his calling was to return to Kraven?[/size]

[size=1]Ok, I know it seems as though I am trying to god-mold Kraven, but this is the whole idea of the story of this RP. Hopefully some more people will sign up, currently we have almost all of the lieutenants, but I would like some more regular vampires as well, and possibly even some humans.[/size]
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[SIZE=1](ooc: looks fun?Let me know if I must change anything.)

[B]Name:[/B] Sandra
[B]Nickname:[/B] Impy (only used by her late older brother)
[B]Race:[/B] human
[B]Age:[/B] 27
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Weapons: [/B] The crossbow has become her preference, but she has had a small amount of training with various firearms. (Doesn?t have any herself) She keeps various small projectiles around, mainly things like throwing stars, kunai, and small knifes she MIGHT dip in holy oil.
[B]Personality:[/B] Well?there isn't much to say. Toward everyone in general, she's easy to get along with, with a natural humor at things others may not find funny. As a child she was always the more 'devilish' one of the family, as her religious parents would say. As a young girl Sandra always had a bit of a fascination with the darker things in life, shaming the family, who thought something must be demonically wrong with her. She was dragged to every Church Organization possible to deal with her mental state, just short of exorcism. When the local head of the diocese mentioned it, she just laughed in their faces and walked out of the room. Her brother stood up for her, (training to become one of the order himself) and the verdict was that she was NOT demonically possessed. Toward a vampire though, there'd be two sides to her. If they were't trying to kill her, she could stand there and have a nice chat as if there wasn't anything different about them. Mostly a 'be-and-let-be' personality, but not afraid to defend herself. She isn't a religious person at all, and has been officially ex-communicated from the Church.
[B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/ShadowessTheNight/gfhfg.jpg][COLOR=Purple][U]Here[/U][/COLOR][/URL] She dyed her hair permanently pink in the seventh grade to annoy her mother, who was on her back for skipping religious classes.
[B]Character Snippet:[/B] It was late at night, a heavy rain pelting against the window of Sandra's room. Well, it wouldn?t be for long. She was leaving soon, cast out and regarded as non-existent by her family. That is, except for her beloved older brother. He always said that it would be 'love and kindness to turn her pretty head to the light of God.' Maybe given time, but it wasn?t to be so. Her fingers glided smoothly across the keys, looking at various web pages and writing something in a word document. One hand had a napkin pressed to it, resting on her leg. There was a soft knock on the door, followed by the entrance of her brother. He was the only person who had the key.

"You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?" She only glanced at him, busy with her Internet work. "I did it myself?I wanted to see what all the fuss was about blood." Sandra was always truthful with most, especially James.

"It's a?thirst if you will." He said. Something was definitely amiss now. He never talked like that. Normally James would have said something along the lines of 'You should read the story of Adam and Eve, and there would find your answer.'

"James??" Sandra turned around to face him, and stood up, smiling. "Are you going to tell mom?" "No." Sandra smiled at him, ready for a 'you're the best'. However the words failed to voice, leaving her jaw hanging open at the sight of the canines revealed through his grin. James had been turned.

The wind whipped through the trees howling, filling in the silence between the siblings. "Ironic," Sandra said, a true grin on her face once again. "So how does it feel?" "I couldn't say?I haven't really fed yet. Except on mother." Sandra laughed. "The look on her face. Man, I wish I could have seen that!" She imitated a surprised look of shock and horror, silent scream and all as she pretended to faint into the chair, all while trying to hold in her laughter. "But Impy?" James started, a predatory look on his face. "?I'm still thirsty."

Sandra suddenly grew completely serious, as James had moved in for the kill. She backed up unknowingly toward the window. The wind smashed through the window, glass flying everywhere, as Sandra was pushed, stumbling out of the way to a corner of the room, smack into the wall, hard. Pieces of glass had cut her all over her back through the pajama tank top. One particularly large piece had made a gash all the way down the inside of her arm, just missing the major artery in her left wrist. From the impact of her shoulder on the wall, a dartboard fell next to her, some knives and kunai sticking out of various places.

Struggling not to collapse and be knocked out, Sandra grabbed one of the Kunai from the dartboard, blood running down her arm as James lifted her of the ground by her shoulder. He leaned in, about to bite through the flesh on her neck, when in a desperate move of self defense, she drove the Kunai straight through his heart like a stake. Falling to the floor, she didn?t stick around long. Tears running down her face, she gathered some things, and set out to find the Vampire that turned her brother. She found him about a block away.

"Oh, what's this, James' little sister? I expected you to be dead about now" She wasn't listening to his big speech. One thing was on her mind: revenge. "You turned him?" She asked, just to make sure. "Why yes, nice of you to notice-" She wasn?t playing any attention as she threw some holy water at his face. During the momentary distraction, she raised her crossbow, killing it with a shot. "You talk too much?" Sandra said before passing out soon later.[/SIZE]
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[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Alucard

[b]Nickname:[/b] Deucalion (Named after the son of the greek god that gave the gift of fire.)

[b]Race:[/b] Vampire

[b]Age:[/b] The young age of 178.

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Powers:[/b] Alucard, being the brash and young master of the Fire Clan, uses the power of flames to great extent. Able to make it into any shape and form, and writhe his body in the said flames. Alucard spreads it like a disease in battle, with his quick and powerful attacks, leaving everyone scorched and burned. One of his more prided powers is the ability to use the blood of any prey and magnify the intensity of the fire with just one drop. Many other powers of fire have yet to be unmasked, as Alucard has rarely, if never, needed them.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/UnbornLordXion/Babes%20and%20Bishies/K.jpg]Alucard.[/url]

[b]Weapon:[/b] [url=http://members.tripod.com/ice_clan_dragon/pics/Humble2.jpg]Ragnaros.[/url] A reddish glint always lines the surface, and is most times bathed in flame. Alucard named his blade on a whim, as he found it in a tourist shop in central england. However, Ragnaros is rumored to of been forged in the Underworld.

[b]Personality:[/b] Brash, cocky, and strong, Alucard is a joker and a warrior first and foremost. The grin is never far from his lips, and his hands aren't far from his weapon, and that's the way Alucard's learned to live his life. His mentality is that you should enjoy what time you've got, and worry about consequences later. When not fighting or dealing with matters of the estates, Alucard is enjoying using his looks to seduce other vampires and sometimes human women. Even though he can be kind, no one has seen it much, or ever, really.

[b]Character Snippit:[/b] [b]"Get outta here, yeh dumbass. I don't need someone to tell me that one of my lieutenants just got 'is *** kicked by a coupla' humans."[/b] Alucard was in a....bad mood. In a incident later that evening, a group of self proclaimed "vampire hunters" had ambushed and killed one of his lieutenants. That did [i]not[/i] happen easily. Krass had been a leader, not a follower. He shouldn't of died so....easy. Maybe these punks were stronger than Alucard had thought. No matter. Every little maggot died easy when they played with fire.

[b]"Ey, wait a moment. I want yeh to send a messenger-hell, why don't you go?-to tell these punks 'dat if they play with fire, they'll get burned."[/b] The young fire adept looked shock, and pale. More pale than normal, really. Alucard's useage of english led many to believe that he was stupid, and his orders, if possible, even dumber. However, he had been somewhat of a bookworm, and had done well in his schools. He just played dumb to watch everyone else's reactions. Back to the moment, the vampire nodded. Alucard's Fire Clan members were all older than him, but none tried to challenge him for a right to lead.

As the fire adept left his sight, Alucard fell backwards into his chair, and flipped over the back. The gleam of fire was always in his eyes, and a devious smile on his face. Craining his neck to the side, several bones cracked and crunched, and Alucard began to stretch. Back in his human life, he had taken several types of fighting, and what humans today called gymnastics. Back then, he hated it. Now, Alucard loved it. The absolute freeness and well, excitement of twisting and bending, and when fighting, dodging the enemy's blows.

He started out with a few aerials, stretching his legs and torso out. The air hissed and slid back together as he landed on his feet. Alucard kicked off his shoes, and then ran forward, doing a couple of cartwheels and a back handspring. This was easy stuff now. However, an interruption didn't allow Alucard to get any farther into his routine. A blast of fire and screams that were human in definition roared towards him. Backflipping out of the way, Alucard growled and grabbed Ragnaros. He spun it expertly, and a wheel of flame appeared around Ragnaros, as he swung it forward. An inferno in the shape of a hyrda's head twisted and blasted through a vampire hunter, leaving his stomach contents exposed to the air.

He fell, dead. Alucard grinned and danced back and forth on his feet, as the same adept from before yelled.

[b]"I think they got the message, sir!"[/b] Alucard's laughter rang through the halls, and then he shifted his weight onto his right foot, and his eyes glowed a deep red. Fire spurted from his palms, and wreathed his body in flames. Seconds later, there was a loud explosion outside, and a magnificent and horrible creature arose from the fire.

Infernal. Green flames licked it's boulder-crafted frame, and it lumbered forward. The fat stone fingers picked up a human, and smashed it between the stones, the sick crunch of bones and guts delicious to his Clan's ears. Several of them ran under the large beast to catch the droplets of blood that flowed down. Alucard joined them, and started another blast of fire, as several drips intensified the flames even greater, and the clan members had to back away. The group of 10 hunters were surrounded as a ring of fire lept from Alucard's fingers. It formed in to a dome, and began to press down and inwards, trapping them.

He walked through the flames unharmed, and looked at them. Armed with crossbows and other vampire-slaying weapons, they were in a state of pure [i]fear[/i]. Backing into the flames, every so often Alucard would dart in, grabbing one of the unwary humans and draining them, or throwing them out to his clan members. Soon, one was left and Alucard let the flames that made the dome twist into his Infernal. The malignficant beast roared it's approval. Her weapon in ashes, she defenseless, Alucard approached her.

[b]"When ya play wit' fire, you'll get burned. Y'know why my nickname is Deucalion, littl' lady?"[/b] She shook her head. She was eager to live. Young blood. Strong...and seemed to have a love for fire.

[b]" 'Cause Duke's dad was the Greek god dat gave humans dah give of fire. Now, littl' girl, tell me. Yah didn't come here to fight meh, did yeh? Yah wanted sumthin' more. Maybe...to be turned?"[/b] Alucard moved his hand to her face, stroking the soft and tanned skin of her face. She didn't flinch, but nodded. And then, he took another vampire into his ranks.

[b]OOC:[/b] Someone can play as this newly-turned vampire if they want....^_~[/color][/size]
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[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Aura
[b]Nickname:[/b] Aequus Letum
[B]Race:[/B] Vampire
[B]Age:[/B] 268
[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Powers:[/B] A member of the air clan, Aura has mastered the art of using the air to fly, and raise other things into the air with little to no effort.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Aura is armed with the blades on her armored boots (see appearance), and her sword [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/PicKitty/RandomPicchus/broadsword.jpg]Cruentus[/url].

[B]Personality:[/B] Aura is a very calm and understanding creature, one who rarely resorts to killing, despite her lust for blood. She is rarely seen and eerily quiet, speaking only to a certain few, and to her victims. For a long time, it was rumored that she was the ghost of an older vampire who had been killed by humans and was so filled with sadness, that her soul lingered. Though it had been disproven a while ago, the rumor lingers.

However, no matter how serene and quiet and understanding Aura may seem, she is the same as any vampire. She has longing for blood that could rival even the most blood thirsty of vampires. Her drastic changes in personality have deemed her the nickname "Aequus Letum", which in Latin means "calm death". Though she constantly struggles to keep her 'hunting' to a minimum, there are times where Aura's need for fresh blood overcomes her, and she decends upon countless numbers of civilians during the night and slaughters them all to satisfy herself. During this time, while she is feasting, it is best to leave her be, or risk being ripped to pieces as well.

Inside her, Aura carries a cold hate for Kraven, though, like almost everything else about her, most do not know. And while she despises the oldest of all vampires, she respects Angel more than anyone, and trusts soley him.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/PicKitty/RandomPicchus/05red_scarf.jpg]Aura[/url] in battle attire.

Aura is a ghost-like woman, with long white hair, light gray eyes, and pale skin. She is thin, but tall, standing a couple inches below six feet. No matter how weak she may appear to be, she weilds Cruentus with frightening force, and has the wind as an ally. She is also very flexible and agile, with lots of power in her legs as well, having trained to fight with the blades on her armored boots as well. In public places, she wears long, dark skirts with white blouses, or light colored dresses.

[B]Character Snippet:[/B] Aura rushed through the people that filled the sidewalk, her head down and one of her gray eyes shut. The hunger was driving her mad. How long had it been? Nearly three months since she last fed. She was biting her lip so hard she was afraid she might tear through it with her teeth.

[b]"Not tonight Aura.. Too many police around tonight. You can hold on for one more night,"[/b] she whispered under breath, clutching her arm to stop it from shaking. As she walked by on the sidewalk, she recieved stares from men and sympathetic looks from women. They must have thought she was in pain. And she was, but not a pain any [i]human[/i] could understand.

She stumbled through the crowd until she bumped into a young man. He was with his girlfriend, and the two of them look sadly at the woman who seemed barely able to stand.

[b]"Are you alright? Please.. Let me help you,"[/b] the man offered, grabbing her arm as she lost balance again.

Normally, she would have pulled her arm away, given him a frightening glare, and walked away without saying a word. But now, the hunger had taken over and she gave into her desire. She fell into the young man, releasing her arm and almost instantly becoming limp. He gave a startled 'ah', then grabbed her other arm to help her up.

[b]"What's wrong with her Jeremy?"[/b] his girlfriend asked from behind him.

[b]"I-I don't know. I think she needs help. Can you go get the car? We'll be.. On that bench right there,"[/b] he instructed, pointing to a bus stop bench. The woman nodded and rushed off after he gave her the keys. Jeremy put Aura's arm over his shoulders and lifted so that her feet were barely scraping the ground.

[b]"I need.."[/b] Aura mumbled, peaking through one eye. She clamped it shut again as he faced her and began to ask her what when she pushed off the ground just hard enough to send him off-balance. He practically hopped over into the wall of a butcher shop as he attempted to stay on his feet.

[b]"What is it? What do you need?"[/b] he asked when he could stand properly once more.

[b]"I need it now.."[/b] she mumbled again. This time, she pulled her arm back from over his shoulder as she walked forward and turned into the alley that hid between a small butcher shop and another small business. Jeremy followed, hoping she was alright. But upon looking into the alley, he saw nothing but bricks and trash cans.

[b]"Uh.. Miss? Are you alright?"[/b] he asked warily, stepping forward. He repeated his call with each step foward until none of the light from the street lamps lining the sidewalk touched him at all. Again he called out for Aura, but this time he got an answer.

[b]"Here,"[/b] came a weak voice from the darkness.

[b]"How'd you get back there?"[/b] he asked, almost frightened now.

[b]"That's a stupid question,"[/b] the voice chuckled. And within seconds, Aura grabbed him, pulling him towards her, and had her teeth in his neck and Cruentus in his stomach. His gargled screams did not reach the other civilians passing by the alley, so she was promised a long meal. She pulled away for a moment and licked her lips, enjoying the lucious flow of blood he had given her.

[i]"And this is only the appetizer,"[/i] she thought greedily, knowing she would have his soon to arrive girlfriend as a second meal, along with whatever drunk fool came passing by. No guilt could bother her tonight. Not when the hunger was in control.

[color=#006aaf]OOC: Gah. Not done with the snippet yet, but I'll finish later. Got a bit of writer's block. >_<

EDIT: Finished. Hope it's good Fallen. ^_~[/color][/SIZE]
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[size=1]Ok, those are looking really good so far, people. I wasn't expecting this many people to sign up. All I need now is for Sean and Archangel to post their sign-ups, and everyone to finish their sign-ups if they haven't already, and then we can start. However, that does not by any means mean that the sign-ups are closed. They will stay open for a while longer yet.[/size]
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[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Caine

[B]Nickname:[/B] N/A

[B]Race:[/B] Vampire

[B]Age:[/B] 1235

[B]Gender:[/B] Male


[I]Terra-[/I] Caine can manipulate Earth in it?s entirety, and is challenged by no other vampire in this art. He can create mighty tremors from seismic waves and can split the ground in the same fashion. He is able to reseal these splits as well, a skill very few vampires have the strength to do. He can manipulate the land below him to create walls, barriers, weapons, spikes, whatever he pleases. He can also create waves of mud and can solidify it to create a prison around his opponent where air cannot get in.

He can also raise land or lower at his discretion. He can create platforms, traps, or even cause pieces of Earth to float and can use it as a method of transportation. He can use the Earth?s power to heal allies.

[I]Strength[/I]- Due to rigorous training and the seismic waves that constantly flow through his body, he is much more powerful than the average vampire. When he walks, tiny quakes are caused underneath him. He can total a whole building in a single strike and has been rumored to have destroyed a whole city in his past.

[B]Weapons:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/BalmungTrueForm.jpg]Balmung.[/URL]
A massive blade that only Caine can wield. It was specially forged by Kraven when they were still in league together. The blade usually keeps to it?s [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Balmung.jpg][B]dormant state[/B][/URL], though when Earth energy is surged into it, it reverts to it?s true form. The blade is so strong that when it strikes the ground, violent earthquakes occur for miles. If Balmung is not with him, which is very rare, he will fight with his fists.

[B]Personality:[/B] Caine is extremely cocky and always goes into battle sure he?ll win. He fears no one, and never backs down from any brawl against a vampire. He refuses to fight humans unless they are hunters, for normal humans crack like toothpicks in his hands. He?s a good sport and always challenges the other vampires in his clan to spar. He?s also quite the lady?s man, and loves going to bars and having a good time.

In battle, though he?s always sure of his inevitable victory, he becomes a very competitive, serious, and stern warrior. His guard is always up, and he carefully surveys the battlefield for any formations he can take advantage of, like cliffs or mountains. The members of his clan look up to him like their father figure, and he watches out for them fiercely.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=18&pos=14]Physical Stature.[/URL]
Caine is actually a very handsome man, with a smooth, attractive face. It houses one scar that goes down over his right eye, but women find that enticing. He stands at 6?4??, but looks much taller due to his stance. He stands with his head high and completely straight, and he portrays an aura of royalty. His skin is tanned, his hair is spiked and silver, and his eyes are a dark blue. Two bangs fall over his shades that he wears most of the time, so that he can travel out into the light.

He is usually found in a white trench coat with golden lining and white pants. He wears white gloves that cut off at the knuckles and have golden pentagrams on back. His blade stays on his back, in it?s dormant state until he needs it for true battle.

[B]Character Snippet:[/B]

[B]?I am truly sorry for this?But I have no choice.? [/B]

Caine had been at the Dragon?s Tongue all of this night, and he had been living it up. He had downed quite a lot of alcohol, but it took no effect on the undead. He had made it to late hours before his thirst kicked in, but it had come at once, with no warning, and very strong. He had been with many women, and chose the most suitable and brought her into the bathroom with her, putting her into a trance. Holding her head back, exposing her neck, he felt horrid about what must be done.

[B]?If Kraven hadn?t turned us into these abominations?We wouldn?t have to terrorize the world.?[/B] He dug his teeth into her neck, letting her luscious blood flow down he naked body. He greedily licked it up, enjoying and despising it at the same time. He drank every ounce in her, and dressed her after he was done. He drew a stake from his jacket and drove it through her heart, and then cut her head off with Balmung.. He walked out of the bar and into the night air, breathing it all in. He heard a sound from around the corner and smiled sadly. My brethren. He walked over and found a vampire assaulting a young lady. He drew Balmung and walked over to him.

[B]?Leave her alone.?[/B] The vampire turned to face his enemy and cringed. He realized who it was instantly and was afraid. But he had chose this girl. He would have his meal. He looked at Caine spitefully.

[B]?Hypocrite. You do the same to survive. Don?t play the Knight in Shining armor slaying the dragon, especially if the Knight is the father of the slain.?[/B] Caine growled. One of my men must have converted him. Caine growled and drew Balmung.

[B]?We have a blood substitution in my clan, and that?s actually better than human blood. The thirst doesn?t come back nearly as quickly as when you feed from humans. I do not kill unless necessary.?[/B] Wish I had brought some with tonight, Caine though angrily. The Vampire in front of him pulled out two kodachis and laughed at Caine.

[B]?I?m supposed to be afraid of that blade??[/B] Caine smiled and transmitted seismic waves into Balmung. It grew in size and became huge. Caine smiled.

[B]?Now you should.?[/B] He took Balmung and went to work on the vampire. The whole battle was one-sided. The vampire didn?t stand a chance as Caine broke his kodachis, as Caine dealt an onslaught of blows, as Caine cleaved him in half. The blood from the vampire sprayed the walls of the alleyway and were on Caine?s clothing a well. The woman jumped and fled as swiftly as possible. Caine looked to the sky and frowned.

[B]?Forever cursed??[/B]


[B]OOC:[/B] I hope that?s alright, Fallen.[/SIZE]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]I hope this is ok Fallen im kinda going outside the box, feel free to kick me back in though.[/color][/size][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]Also if you want me to i am willing to change my character to a human, i noticed their is a lack of them and if you want more just let me know.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Fayt

[b]Nickname:[/b] Crimson Shadow, Fallen Immortal[/size][/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][size=1][b]Race[/b]: Vampire

[b]Age:[/b] 913[/size][/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][size=1][b]Gender:[/b] Male

Powers: Ex-Member of the Fire Clan. He is able to draw fire out of humans and vampires essence. The power isnt fatal to the target though it weakens it. The flame can also be used as an offensive weapon. Among other things he can imbue the flame into weapons, items and people strengthening them, or burning them from the inside out, though a person with enough will could resist it.

[b]Weapons:[/b] One thing that seperates Fayt from all other vampires besides being clanless, is he uses guns if needed. He prefers his melee weapons, his longsword Caladbolg in his right hand, and a long dagger in his left by the name of Ragnarok. Also the has throwing knifes on his belt.[/size][/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]It was once said by one of his opponents that survived that trying to strike Fayt was like trying to hit fire or a shadow, a Crimson Shadow. This is due to Fayt unnatural Agility even for a vampire. Plus the added confusion from his cape makes him a hard target.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][size=1][b]Personality:[/b] Fayt has a sort of likeness to Kraven in many aspects such as thier determination, and brutality in battle. They both will do anything to achieve thier goals, though in one aspect Fayt diverges from this in his willingness to use guns as a weapon to achieve his goals. Most vampires cringe from the thought of using a tool of thier food, thier livestock. Therefore Fayt has been cursed by his own kind, calling him an abomination to thier kind. Though all Fayt sees is the need to survive in a world crashing down on itself.[/size][/color][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]Besides his determination, and willing to do anything to win Fayt is very thoughtful. ALmost constanly by himself has left him with little else to do. He is very logical in all he does and sees things that way. He carries himself with good posture, taking much pride in himself. One hing he believes in above all else is respect, this is the reason he left the clans he began to see a uprising in disrespectful behavior.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][size=1][b]Appearance:[/b] see attachments, his battle attire is shown in the picture, if ever attending a meeting or anything formal he wears a black pinstripe suit, with a black shirt with silver lapels and a black tie, also he puts his hair in a ponytail. When in this attire he carries two silenced black Berretta 45s and a pair of kukris (i'm looking for a pic of them).

[b]Character Snippet:[/b] The moon was ablaze with white fire overhead as Fayt walked the deserted city streat. Every here and there he would see a couple walking, where he often found one of the people glaring coldly at him. Now and then a muffled scream or cry for help would pierce the night. The light footsteps of his dress shoes rang down the street. Stopping to look up at the full moon a thought ran across his mind "Things have changed so much........for better or worse, is what I can't tell. [/size][/color][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]At that thought he heard faint scuffling in an ally to his side. Turning quickly he resumed his brisk pace entering the alley. Carefully weaving in and out of the mess, sidestepping crates, stepping over garbage, never loosing pase though like Fayt was floating rather than walking. [/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]Apon reaching the source of the noise he identified 3 young vampires. The all worered, though they vaired in size, the first was rather tall, and had a very obese build, the next tallest was about half a foot shorter and about half the body width of the first being every slender. Lastly the shortest who had a lean muscular bodybuild. They surrounded a young beautiful brunette woman, with eyes wide in distress. Her mouth was covered by the first vampire, here clothes were dirty from the grungy alley and they other vampire were struggling to get he shirt off. Apon hearing a a footstep the short vampire tured to face Fayt.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]"You lost or somethin? Or you just looking to die!" He snorted glaring hatefully at Fayt.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]"No respect anymore these days" Muttered Fayt under his breath.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]Before the short vampire could respond Fayt pulled the fire of his essence out of his body leaving the vampire struggling on his knees for strenght. He shot the flame into the skinny vampire just getting to his feet. As it entered his body he stopped and padded around his chest looking for fire. After finding none he looked up and laughed. The laugh was soon mixed with a scream as he began to burn from the inside out. The fat vampire was now barreling down the alley at Fayt, crushing the crates between them. With blazing speed a gun found its way into Fayts hand, the sound of two fired rounds was soon accompanied by a thump as the body fell the floor, two gaping holes, one in the head, the other the heart. The short vampire was now standing his eyes flaming.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]"You, how could you do this to your own clan?" he yelled bitterly as he began to charge his hand alit with flames.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]He desperately threw his flaming punch at Fayt, who simply spun while drawing a kukri and bringing it down on the back of the vampires neck. [/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]"You were my clan" Fayt said as the two thuds filled the alley.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]Suveying himself for blood stains he found none till he looks down at his shoes. The left shoe had recieved a large blood splatter from the fight. "Damn" He thought walking over to the woman who was now curled up into a tight ball shaking. Crouching down he stroked her on the side. Looking up at he she entralled him in a tight hug. He could feel, even hear the heavy beating of her heart, the sight of the veins rippling her skin awakened his lust. He quickly opened wide and began to drain the womans life away, slowing the beat of her heard till it came to a stop. Gently setting her on the ground he stood up and took a hankercheif from his pocket and wiped his mouth.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=darkred]"This gift,.....this curse" he whispered as he dropped the hankerchief to the ground.[/color][/size][/font]
[size=1][color=#8b0000]OCC: I hope this is ok, fallen if not let me know and i will edit it[/color][/size]
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[COLOR=Indigo][FONT=Arial Narrow][CENTER][B]Name:[/B] Kamara

[B]Nickname:[/B] Forsaken

[B]Race:[/B] Vampire

[B]Age:[/B] 130

[B]Gender:[/B] female

Once working for the Clan of Fire, Forsaken has learned a few clever tricks with the powerful force of Fire. She can create massive walls of fire to protect her seemingly frail form from other's attacks. She can also create small balls or spirals that can be thrown at an opponent.

Occiasionaly seen with a long sword of poor quility used for pratice and warm-ups before battles. But usually Forsaken is seen weilding her fire or using her impressive hand-to-hand combat skills.

Don't be fooled by this stunning hazel-eyed beauty. She may be charming, sweet and seductive, but under all her beauty is a monster. Her greatest desire; to be able to follow in the footsteps of her Master, Kraven. Though, before others, Forsaken is cruel and unforgiving. Her Master knows her to be annoying and always in the way.

See Attachment. Forsaken stands some where around 5'5". Her slender body gives her the appearance of being weak and fragile, but being one of the undead allows her beauty hide the monster thats within. Usually seen in either white, red or black clothing dating back to when she was alive or something more modern. It all depends on her mood.

[B]Character Snippet: [/B]
"No....stay away!" Kamara screamed as she gathered the skirt of her dress. A thick cloud of dust swirled around her and her prosuer as she ran down the barren dirt street of a Western United States town.

She ducked down an alley way and started towards the fields that lay behind the main buildings of the small town she had grown up in. Her fine white and yellow dress and bonett had been covered in a thick layer of dust and sweat as she continued to run from the man that was chasing her.

"Where are you going, pretty missy?" Kamara had looked behind her just briefly only to turn around to see a man standing before her. The man that was after her!

"No...no...stay away you brute. I shall have nothing to do with you." Kamara started to walk backwards when she felt firm hands around her shoulders. She screamed and turned around to see the man again.

His face brighten with a smile as he slowly walked towards her. Kamara turned around and started to run, when her heeled shoe toe hit something in the ground. She lost her balance and stumbled forward. Kamara gasped, held her breath and closed her eyes tight as she hurled towards the ground.

"A fair lady like yourself should be more careful." A smooth, rich voice filtered into her ear.

Instictively Kamara opened her eyes, expecting to see grass and dirt, but was greeted with dark round eyes. She prepared herself to scream when the gentleman's hand slowly slid over her mouth. His skin was so soft and it smelt almost good enough to eat. Kamara stiffled her scream and just stared up into his eyes. Those enchanting eyes.

The man pulled her close to him, his body frimly placed against her's. One arm laid around her waist with his hand between her shoulder blades. The other hand slowly slid from over her mouth, down her cheek and onto her neck. A soft moan left her lips, an feeling of ectasy over coming all her senses as she gave into the man.


I remember when I first heard of Master Kraven. It was after Malcom changed me that night by the field. I spent most of the next day sleeping, recovering from the loss of blood. But when I awoke that night, I was more alive then I had ever been. I wanted death...I wanted to feed upon the liquid that once limited me to stale life.

"Who is this, Kraven, the last spoke of?" Kamara turned to her creator, Malcom.

"He is the first." He replied to her simply.

"But I thought Dracula-." Kamara started.

"Just a child's fairytale. Kraven was the first and the most powerful of vampires."

And that's when I knew, I had to find this Kraven. To learn everything I could from him, to become him. Malcom made it all possible. Finding all he could about this great vampire lord that had out lived the ages. Had he known that his own eternal life would come to an end I think he would have stayed farther from me.

"Why? Why Kamara?" Malcom stammered as Kamara held him firmly penned against a wall.

"For the power, you moron. I had a taste of it and now I want more." Kamara smiled devishly.

"If you do this, if you kill me and follow in his footsteps you will be forsaken."

"Then let the world know that I am the Forsaken, then," as the last words left Kamara's lips she snapped Malcom's neck.[/CENTER][/FONT][/COLOR]
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[size=1]Ok, I will probably be starting this in the next couple of days. Sean can post his sign up after we have started, and he will just have to catch up when he comes in. Regretfully, we have lost Ilium, due to computer access problems, but we should manage without him.

Here is a list of who is accepted:

[u]Fire Clan


[u]Earth Clan

Sin Walker-Chief Predator

[u]Water Clan


[u]Air Clan

[/u]Angel-Sean (when he signs up)

[u]Lightning Clan






Starwind and shadowofdeath13, I am sorry I couldn't acceot you, but your sign-ups just weren't up to the standard of the others. Try checking spelling and grammar in your posts next time. Sorry again.

For the rest of you, this should be up in the Inn either later today (the 30th) or tomorrow (the 31st).

Thank you all for signing up.
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Of all the elements, Lightning is the most adaptable. Though alone it already is an awe-inspiring force, it deals the most damage when played through the other elements. It is what imbibes electricity to water, spreads sound through air, starts sparks for fire and sends tremors to the earth.

Through this principle, Erasmus was able to turn the other four lieutenants against the vile Dragon. What he did, he accomplished without using his gift; thus it is by no means a good measure of feats he could carry out with the power of Lightning.

A variety of whips adorns his study. Though they may appear fragile, Erasmus wields them as if they were lithe sabers that could break skin with the slightest brush. He can use two at a time, one in each hand, with such proficiency that his whips were likened to lightning and cracked with a thunderous sound.

[b]Personality: [/b]
[i]Cruelty is a virtue[/i], so he says. [i]If Malevolence is of the order, then so must we learn to serve it.[/i]

Yet Erasmus cannot be summed in such a short tenet. Of the five clan leaders, his heart was the hardest to read. At times he could be very forgiving, letting his subordinates off their lapses in judgment, but days when the smallest displays of incompetence was remunerated with death also came.

Through all of these, his thin lips would always curve into a smile. How he could tolerate, even enjoy, such degrees of viciousness, none of the other four leaders can understand.

(image by Falcoon)

[b]Character Snippet:[/b]
The night was young yet the moon was dark over the eternally gray fields of Asturia. At the heart of the fields rose a marble castle that reflected what little light could reach it, shutting its occupants in from the moon?s cold glow. Looking through the narrow windows that line the lower levels, one could see a great number of figures moving across the warmly lit halls and hear sprightly banter coming from within.

Yet this wasn?t where the master of the castle can be found. Not in this hall of vivid tapestries, and crystal chandeliers.

Far above the hall is a set of double doors: heavy, wooden and locked. Twice a day, their heavy creaks would reverberate throughout the castle, as if to herald their master?s passing. Only the master of the castle and his wife were allowed entry into this secret room for this was where they kept things that should never be unearthed again.[/CENTER]

[b]OOC:[/b] Yep, this signup's long overdue so please excuse the rather terse snippet. Cheers![/SIZE][/COLOR]
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