Name: Matt Thyne Vampire: No When you were turned: N/A Gender: Male Age: 21 Clothes: Armor plated leather gloves, blue jeans, A black T-Shirt that says Kill-U on the front, A leather jacket, and leather boots. Weapons: Main: 2 titanium alloy serrated boomerangs attached to holsters attached to a brace that extends up the forearm on each arm. Support: Silenced Dual Magnums with hollow point rounds and 2 shrapnel grenades made out of silver. Hidden: A set of throwing knives attached to the inside of his jacket Hair color/length: Silver, straight, middle of back length. Eye color: Blue Personality: Tends to be much of a badass, rushing into battle and always ready for a fight. Rude and blunt, always ready to speak his mind.

Name: Magnus Shane Age: 1252 When You Were Turned: 762 Clothes: A pair of makeshift pants secured with metallic strap across his chest linking to a chainmail armpiece made of titanium that descends down the entire arm and stopping directly above the wrist. Appearance: Weapons: Gloves with iron plated leather with serrated claws made out of a nearly indestructible titanium alloy beginning from the knuckles and extending a few inches from the ends of the fingers into very sharp tips. Powers: Given Magnus's age he has grown to be incredibly strong and fast, even morso fast than he is strong. While he is still strong enough to lift incredibly heavy objects, his speed far outshines his strength. Using his speed and the weightlessness of his claws he can reach a target and kill them barely giving them enough time to react, given of course they aren't too awfully far away from him. Once a member of the clan Dresden is now in control of, he too had his heart artificially removed, giving him more of a edge in combat than most vampires. Magnus also has a telepathic ability he has honed over the years, allowing him to speak to someone by communicating directly to their mind, he mostly uses this to confuse his targets as he is only able to do this to one person at a time. And doing so greatly decreases his speed leaving him highly vulnerable. Perhaps part of his telepathic ability, perhaps part of drinking vampire blood of his fallen foes to gain further power, Magnus has one other ability. When pushed hard enough, quickly enough, he will go into a uncontrollable rage. Increasing his speed and strength. During this he has none to next to no control over his actions, reverting back to his primal instincts. Killing everything and anything in his path untill his urges are met or he manages to calm down. Personality: Magnus is truly a force to be reckoned with. Cross him and he won't think twice about cutting you in half. Not belonging to a clan himself, and only in a handful in his many years of exsistance, he prefers to hunt and live alone, unless of course there is something that interests him. Rather than using brute force to eliminate his targets like most vampires, he quickly plans his attacks to be as precise and deadly as possible.

Name: Rhyss Blackblade Height: 6'4 When you were turned: 770 Hair: Jet black shoulder length. Clothes: Black sunglasses(a bullet proof special ops helmet in combat), Tac-ops outfit(black) with a altered SOLDIER insignia on the chest to signify the elite branch, and combat boots. Weapons: Main: Full-Auto 12 Gauge Sagia shotgun he tends to call Bunker Buster. Ammo consists of .22 cartidges, the bullets consisting of a glass vial surrounded by silver shrapnel, each bit engraved with a crucifix. In the compressed vial is holy water and Nitroglycerin. Each bullet also has the word 'Dolor' inscribed in stylish font. The ultimate vampire killing weapon. Support: Dual Desert Eagle Mk Handcannons named Grim and Reaper inscribed on both sides of the guns, loaded with .50 caliber explosive rounds, capable of blowing someones arm off. Though not nearly as powerful as his shotgun, these still pack a hell of a punch. Hidden: A staff with 3 retractable titanium alloy blades with crucifixes engraved on one end, when retracted this looks like no more than a ordinary staff, so it is easily concealed on his back beside his shotgun. You were expecting him to name a staff with stabby sticks on the end? Powers: Taking more time to train his senses and reflexes Rhyss has no insanely awesome powers. His main focal point is, he has no heart, literally. SOLDIER Elite divison had found a way to remove a vampire's heart while keeping them alive after a few run-in's with vampires who already had the proceedure done to them. Other than this, his main advantages in combat is he feels no pain, ever, at all. He can also think and re-act much better than the average human and vampire, now, he can't start dodging bullets all Matrix style, but he has been known to dodge a shot or two. Possibly a side-affect of him losing his sense of pain, he is completely invincible to any psychic abilities, whatsoever. Personality/Brief Description: Rhyss is a SOLDIER Elite, one of the few in this special division. He is a highly trained war machine. But, what SOLDIER doesn't know, is he has his own agenda. He could care less what race he killed as long as his own purposes and goals were fulfilled. Rhyss is the very definition of badass. He feels no pain, he fears nothing, he follows no one but himself, HE is the ultimate SOLDIER. He thinks himself above all, definitely a smartass, but then again, who would be crazy enough to question his reasoning? A big ass muscle-bound 6'4 vampire capable of ripping your lungs out without blinking, you'd be crazy to push him over the edge.

Name: Milo "The Jester" Cash Age: 50 (looks 15) When you were turned: Birth (I'm a werewolf not a vampire I just work for the vampire Clothes: Jesters outfit Black and dried blood red, skulls are my bells for the hat. Hair: Black Eyes: Red Weapons: Bone Scythe, Twin Hornetshttp://humster3d.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/23/Twin-Tri-Shot-Hornet-Pistols-competition.jpg *Face will be displayed when I uncover it, for now it is forever covered by a mask that may eventually be taken off

Name: Alexi Rayne Age: 40 (Looks 19) Gender: Female Vampire: Yes When you were turned: At the age of 19 Clothes: The top half of a black tank top that have a pair of dice on the front, A pair of black skinny jeans that have tiny rips all over the legs, a pair of black converse with a neon green shoelace in each shoe, and white bandana waorre as a headband. Weapons: Claw-like fingernails, and katana (For the big boys) Hair: Long black hair that just reached the dimples on her lower back, her bangs and tips of her hair are dyed hot pink. Eyes: Hazel Personality:TBR

Name: Mithias Aldaric Varomere Age: 733 Appearance: I can never find a good picture of Mithias. Suffice it to say he looks mostly like this guy. He is 6'2", very long straight black hair, white skin, and vivid yellow/golden eyes. He looks about 26-36 years old. His nails are also white and clawlike. He doesn't spend any time in the public eye, so he is usually dressed in something durable. If outside in the day, he'd have a wide brimmed hat or hood, usually everything is black. Has steel vambraces. Bio: It was the decline of the era of the Templar knights. The holy land had been lost, more than once, and the Turks had forced the order entirely out of the Middle East. Despite a blackening name and recent losses in war, the Templars were actually quite successful on another front. The order served God, King, and Pope not just in defending lands, but in defending humanity itself. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, The Templar Knights had a secretive sect that was specifically charged with hunting down supernatural beings. Witches, undead, abhorrent spirits, were wolves, and of course vampires, were their targets. "Vampire hunters," if you will, took their orders directly from His Holiness. Their ranks were usually filled by family members alone, yet rarely a gifted outsider would pass initiation. Mithias was a young man, a hunter, a squire, and also soon to be a father. He lived in a small town in Germany, near the boarder with France. One day, he attracted the attention of a powerful vampire, because he questioned his purpose. Rather than killing a young vampire, as his order commanded of him, he secretly let her go. Witnessing that incident, the elder vampire took an interest in him, leading him on futile chases into the wilderness. Mithias never had any chance of catching him, and eventually, they began having conversations. The human was an interesting subject. The vampire tricked him into bonding himself to him and toyed with his morality. The conclusion of this little dance however was rushed the day the Templars were abolished. It was Friday the 13th, October, when Mithias' life was turned upside down. The Pope had denounced them. Knights and anyone associated with them were being attacked, killed, their lands and gold confiscated, and their families imprisoned on suspicion of heresy and treason. Mithias fled but could not stop his pregnant wife from being taken. Knowing she would be tortured and imprisoned he was desperate for help. Immediately he turned to the only one he knew who might aid him, the mysterious one in the woods at night who existed above all this human mayhem. In short, the vampire delighted in Mithias' plea. The formed an unwritten pact of blood and Mithias was given the power to save his family. He rescued his wife and saw her to safety and protected her. He killed anyone in his path. Time went by. It was difficult to be a father for the child, as you can imagine, but Mithias was ever grateful. However, he soon discovered his maker was a fickle, selfish creature who lived for amusement and satisfaction, and this conflicted with Mithias' still-human beliefs. Still, the sire never oppressed Mithias. He gave him freedom as a new vampire to the world. Yet, due to ideological differences, they parted ways. As a vampire Mithias preoccupies himself with the activities of his descendents and keeping track of them. He has come to value all human life over the ages, seeing them as potential kin. He has established himself financially several times over and is glad that new technology allows for the voluntary collection of blood and easy travel of great distances. Through various means, he sees the red cross well funded. In his protective role, he's continued his former life's mission of hunting down the sinister when necessary and has inadvertently earned a name for himself in the supernatural world. Personality: Mithias' is seriously lacking a sense of humor. He's honest and honorable, but is missing out on a lot of "fun" as an immortal because of it. He would disagree however, citing his enjoyment of following his distant family and the beauty of nature. He doesn't revel in bloodshed or war at all, but accepts death as a natural part of life with no regrets. Powers: Totally immunity to supernatural mind-affecting powers. Mithias' mental abilities have manifested inwards into an impenetrable wall. His mind cannot be read. He can chose to block out telepathic messages. He is unaffected by influence or suggestion or illusions. His emotions can't be altered. Trying turns out to be completely futile. He honed this power to perfection for good reason. Mithias also has a weaker secondary power, which is the ability to control heat. He can concentrate, disburse, and direct the kinetic energy of molecules as heat. He can start and put out fires, and he could also make something extremely cold. This ability can be used through walls, but has a range limit. Side: Mithias is neutral between humans and vampires. He believes all beings have spirits or souls that are strengthened and deepened by life and experience. He doesn't consider humans to be special in their vulnerability. They are clearly capable of great evil, but he chalks it up to their ignorance and short lifespans. Nor does Mithias believe vampires are inherently superior beings, yet he revers elders who have attained great wisdom. Mithias would be angered by unnecessary slaughter in either direction. For this thread, he would side with SOLDIER who is officially charged with peacekeeping. Weapons: Mithias may or may not be carrying any and/or all of the following: Two FN Five-seven's with armor piercing rounds. Modern, synthetic compound bow with poisoned arrows (more on that later) Bolas, nylon cables. Smoke grenades Flash grenades Twin titanium-alloy katana-like swords with uniquely designed clip-fastening device on hips/belt. A simple whip, coiled against his lower back. Three barbed daggers designed to get stuck in the flesh of the enemy and continuously drain blood through a groove down the middle of the blades. These are named daggers. Skills: Mithias loves driving, and this extends from cars, to heavy machienery, to aircraft. Horesback riding, swordsmanship, and archery are a given. He's also become good with guns and basic computer knowledge. Like most vampires, he has financial savvy and is an investor as an official occupation... albeit under a false name. He has reasons for knowing a fair amount of chemistry and can speak several European languages. Flaws: Obviously, Mithias can't blend in with humans, except perhaps at goth rave parties. He hates rave music. He also can't read minds, and can't influence another's thoughts, emotions, or use any type of mind control. He can fall for a good liar. Fears: Mithias has an irrational fear of losing his family members, of them being wiped out without his continual, stealthy vigilance. The fact is, it's been so many generations since his only son began a family, that his human bloodline covers like a dozen countries. He's vexed that he can't follow them all anymore, but does what he can in the United States currently. His other fear is that his mysterious maker will return to the world and/or go completely insane. His sire was already partly insane, in his opinion, and therefore very dangerous, and probably always had been. A mere bad mood of his could result in the decimation of a population, a plague, entire cities burning... If Mithias ever grew powerful enough to stop him, would he?

Name: Rebecca Valentine Age: Unknown (Appears around her late twenties) When you were turned: Unknown, but it was sometime during the Renaissance Clothes: Something similar to this with a black pencil skirt and high heels. Occasionally she wears glasses Hair: Her hairstyle. Black and red streaked and slightly voluminous Eyes: As blue as ice. The whites of her eyes turn black when she's angry. Weapons: She has a collection of antique Medieval weapons and armor, but they are only for display purposes. For whenever she needs a weapon, she summons to her side Aquilius, A special sword she had made for herself. The blade is forged of silver from the melted cross of a church in England. it is a rather devastating weapon to most undead creatures and even a few werewolves. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries, ripostes and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is a bit less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords. There is also the matter of her powers. Powers: Rebecca's powers are mostly affiliated with darkness, such as shadow manipulation, etc. Her eyes are also more developed than the average human being, allowing her to see from further distances with crystal clear accuracy and she is very agile and quick moving. Other abilities of hers include telepathy, the ability to enter people's dreams and tamper with them, and to grow her nails into sharp claws to defend herself. Personality: Charming and elegant, a very courtesan attitude, she could woo you with just a few simple words or with just a look of her eyes. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but she fears getting too close to anyone...thinking it may invoke her vampiric side and drive her into bloodlust and mayhem. When angered, her personality shifts and she becomes cold, relentless, and violent. Unlike some, Rebecca only pines for the simpler things of life. From day to day, she preoccupies herself with hobbies such as reading classic literature, listening to music at home, playing piano, painting, and has even taken up fencing, which she's become a rather avid swordswoman. It's become apparent to some that she enjoys the company of women more than men, possibly even a physical attraction to them. Though she is also sociable with men, she has a particular disdain for some, especially if they take advantage of a woman in any way or are cruel to them. Bio: House Valentine was once the most prominent of families in the Venetian Aristocracy. Baron Renault, Rebecca's father, was a wealthy landowner and a considerably generous philanthropist. He later fell in love with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Rebecca. Twas thanks to her mother that Rebecca was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. She even dreamed once of becoming an actress just like her mother, to be adored and talented as she was...but sadly her dreams were cut short. One considerably dark and cloudy night, a stranger clad in black and wearing a mask visited her family's home, and with him....he brought unspeakable horrors. He was tame at first, rather charming to Rebecca, but his advances upon her and her mother became unsettling. Renault soon took notice and kindly, yet firmly he asked the man to leave. He did not.... Instead, the man revealed himself to be a creature of the damned. He murdered Rebecca's family right before her waking eyes, tearing them to pieces with his bare hands and lapping their blood off the floor. Then, he turned towards Rebecca, a savage gleam in his wicked red eyes. She tried to run away, far into the darkness of the forest surrounding her family's lavish abode, but he was too quick for her. Soon he caught her and pinned her to the ground ripping away her dress and defiling her once pure essence with his malice. Once the vile act was committed, the creature took her limp and lifeless body, tied stones to her ankles, and tossed her into a lake, never to be seen again... Tales of his massacre would spread like wildfire, but the killer's identity would never be known....except by one. Years past since that horrific night, a lowly fisherman out on his evening stroll discovered the woman's body after his hook snagged onto her. He pulled the seemingly dead woman out of the lake, but right as the full, crimson moon shined upon her corpse, Rebecca sprung to life instantly and attacked the man, draining him until he was nothing but a dried husk. She fled back to her home, only to find it in ruins, every last ounce of her family legacy gone in ashes. An anger surged within her as she looked to the charred remains of her family's mansion, her eyes becoming dark as the ash that surrounded her. Rebecca could see him again, his vile smirk, his despicable eyes leering with bloodlust. But worse....she had become just like him...a creature of the undead...a Vampire. From that day forward, she swore vengeance upon them, all of them, for killing her family, destroying her home...and turning her into a monster. For several years she's traveled about the world, learning of different supernatural horrors such as the dreaded vampires and how to slay them efficiently. She steeped herself not only in the knowledge of her cause, but also that of literature, music, art, and whatever else caught her fancy, even...a few beautiful maidens here and there. Nevertheless, she kept her true identity as a Nosferatu hidden from the outside world, only indulging her savage bloodlust out of need for survival. The few who knew what she was were only those closest to her, be it a friend or a lover, and some willingly allowed Rebecca to feed from them. Now in the modern era, Rebecca finds herself in the United States with a considerable amount of wealth and a new thrall/assistant by her side named Camille. She still seeks to avenge her family's death by tracking down and killing the Vampire who murdered them, yet she has also turned her attention towards the recent uprising. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name: Camille "Cammie" Winters Age: 19 (16 when she was turned) When you were turned: May 5, 2012 Clothes: Something similar to this, and yea I know it's anime <.<. Other than that, she mostly wears cutesy girl clothes. Hair: Originally blonde, she dyed it blue after meeting Rebecca and becoming her servant. Eyes: Emerald Green. Often they'll become feral and cat-like if she's either angry or excited. Weapons: Regal- A scythe made for her by a special weapon smith, per request of Rebecca. Just as Aquilius, the blade is forged from holy relics and is devastating to vampires and undead creatures alike, though it is a bit heavy for a girl her size and she tends to get rather clumsy with it at times, still not as competent a fighter as her mistress. Powers: Before she was turned by Rebecca, Cammie had some psychic powers. She can see and speak to the dead and read the minds of whoever she touches, also she can receive visions from objects she touches as well, such as an item belonging to a person. Like Rebecca, she is agile but fairly clumsy and has some shape-shifting ability but not as good as her mistress. Also, she's been toying with the ability to give inanimate objects life, as she has experimented on a few of her stuffed animals with some likeable results, much to Rebecca's distaste of it. Personality: A bit shy around other people besides her mistress, she's a rather plucky and cheerful kind of girl with a bubbly attitude and an optimistic outlook on life. She adores things such as cute clothes, animals, and things that make her happy, and she loves to cook and make others smile. However, in an instant her personality can shift and she can become aggressive and violent. Cammie may seem like a push-over, but what she lacks in strength she makes up for in fierce devotion. To Rebecca alone Cammie is devoted to serving her and protecting her as well. She also has an intimate and emotional connection with the woman and becomes jealous when she sees others flirting with Rebecca, often to the point of lashing out at them. Because of her abilities as well, she has the utmost respect for the dead. Bio: Cammie was always a strange girl. She never made friends in school, often because she was ridiculed, and most of the time she stayed locked in her bedroom lost in her own little world, due to her abusive alcoholic father and her neglectful mother. Sometimes, she would even sneak out after dark and stay in the cemetery, speaking with the ghosts that resided there and learning of their stories. Cammie's powers are believed to have emerged after she was born dead then came back to life, supposedly gaining a link between the world of the living and the dead. Slowly her abilities manifested and by the time she was twelve, she began to develop her mind reading powers and her precognitive vision. Though as amazing as these were, it didn't do much but alienate her from the rest of the world. She was constantly bullied in school and her parents only ignored her further. Then one night while she snuck out to the cemetery, Cammie saw a bunch of high school boys kicking over gravestones and spraying graffiti on the mausoleums. Angry, she tried to confront them, but they overpowered her and one by one they took turns beating her and savaging her until she was nearly dead. Bleeding, bruised, and nearly every inch of her body in pain, she could barely move. Then one of the boys pulled out a switchblade and started cutting into her shirt. Cammie closed her eyes, knowing what these sick bastards had in mind, knowing that she couldn't escape from it. She bit her lip and feared the worst...until...she felt something warm splash against her. She opened her eyes and discovered a woman, seething with anger, her eyes black as the pit of Hell. In her blood drenched hand she held the heart of the boy, freshly ripped from his chest and bit into it ravenously. The others soon ran away in fear, screaming into the night, yet Cammie, try as she may she couldn't squirm away from this ghastly horror. As it turned out though....maybe she didn't want to...as the woman's face returned to normal, displaying such beauty Cammie's eyes ever beheld. The mysterious woman knelt beside her, cradling the beaten girl in her arms and looking upon her with eyes that showed worry and compassion. "They're gone now..." She whispered to Cammie. "They won't hurt you again...." She could sense that Cammie was slowly dying and in a last act to save her, she asked the girl, "Girl...are you willing to accept eternal life, despite what it should entail?" Weakly Cammie nodded, her eyes widening as she saw....fangs...in the woman's mouth. She knew who...or rather what she was in the presence of, but nevertheless...she accepted knowing she would be turned into one. The woman's fangs plunged into her neck and she drank of her crimson nectar. Softly Cammie whimpered and her body went limp in the woman's grasp...everything around her growing...dark.. From that day forward, Cammie has abandoned everything. She no longer cares for friends or for her ungrateful parents. Forever faithful she remains to the very woman who saved her life and gave it back to her anew. The vampire Rebecca.

Vampire template: Name: Lord Bedivere of Sinews Age: 1537 Appearance(s): When you were turned: At the fall of Camelot. Weapons: Though he has amassed a few weapons collected throughout the years: a variety of swords and ranged weaponry. Although he prefers not to use them as they are far, far to precious to use in combat. Instead he prefers to use the legendary longsword which had long since been corrupted: Excalibur. In times past, it was rumored to have blinded the enemies of the king with light as it was drawn, but now it blinds the enemies of the vampire by extinguishing light around it by emanating a thick darkness from its blade. It is also an unbreakable blade, with an edge which never wears, no matter how long has the centuries been. Powers: Pallor of the Lake THe myth of vampire being unable to cross running water does not apply here, Being bitten by the lady of the lake has allowed Bedivere to travel instantaneously through any sufficiently large body of water. He may also breathe water, walk upon water as if it were solid land, and in lieu of requiring to rest within a coffin, he may simply submerge himself in water to fulfill the requirement to maintain his powers. Perfect Darkness In the evening, Bedivere gains strength, speed and stamina inversely related upon the intensity of light around him. Furthermore, Of the non-magical metals, only silver causes lasting injuries, all others will merely fail to cause harm as the wounds close up. Finally, he may shape shift into various forms as he pleases. In the daylight hours, he is comparatively weaker if exposed to sunlight. Immortal Blood Dependent upon his feeding, Bedivere can appear younger and only requires blood for sustenance. If he feeds upon a living being, then they become more susceptible to his dark suggestion and by the third feeding be completely enthralled to his command. Lastly, he may pass on the lineage the vampire by completely engorging himself upon the blood of a thrall at sunset, killing them in the process and resurrecting them as vampires by the sunrise. Personality: A man of honor, Bedivere has undoubted twisted the chivalrous image of the gentleman into something far more wicked. At face value, he is an eloquent, charismatic figure, yet his mindless thrall think of him the same. He harbors a patronizing view towards humanity, seeing them as nothing more than animals to be fed upon as history has proven to him. Although he is a man of his word, such that he keeps well on his promises, although interoperation is of course subject to change. Bedivere enjoys painting, literature, sculpting and is a fine connoisseur of blood. Through the years he has also gained a penchant for collecting be it books for his personal library, currency or weapons from the time periods amongst other quirks such as collecting thrall. He also funds “archeological” expeditions and quests to add to his collection. Bio: The stories are more than legends, and every tale is not as it seems. Bedivere was born in the late 5th century, an esteemed knight serving under a king who had ruled justly and fairly over the land. This is not where the story begins, but rather where one story ended. As in the fall of his great king, Bedivere could not bring himself to fulfill the request of his dying liege as he alone stood kneeling at side of his lord. The kingdom was crumbling, and king had requested that his blessed sword would be cast into a lake. What madness was this? To cast aside such a majestic relic which could so easily unite the kingdom once more from these foreign invaders and internal corruption was utterly beyond comprehension. Nevertheless, bound by his oath of chivalry, he fulfilled his lord’s last wish and made his way to the lake in his final quest for his fallen king, brotherhood and kingdom. And when he stood atop his boat to drop sword into the waters deepest, therein he saw the pale white hand reach out and grasped the blade to claim it before disappearing into the mist. Or so the legend goes. In truth, the hand did grasp the blade and startled him, as a pale white lady emerged from the lake, dressed in an ethereal gown before him. This was the lady of the lake, and where the story truly begins. As she grasped the sword, her beauty entrance Bedivere, who leaned towards her drawn by her airs. But this was one fatal flaw, for the lady of the lake was a daughter of the night and by the time her smile revealed her fangs, it was too late. So Bedivere awoke, unsure if it was dream or nightmare, but found himself unnatural thirst. He had become a child of the night himself, for that was the deal the king had made with the pale lady: A kingdom and life eternal for a single drink of royal blood and the promise of blood tributes for her when he had conquered all the realm. As such, this pact was now transferred and bound to Bedivere. And this is where the legend continues. Ever since his rebirth, Bedivere had changed to those who formerly knew the good sir knight. He had become a twisted man, losing color in his flesh and hair as he withdrew himself into the empty castle halls of his former fellows. No other knights were ever seen, save for him, such that they all thought he the last survivor who merely aged from the fall of the land as it decayed. In time, his disappearance and the foreboding appearance of the overgrown keep made whispers to the story. They said Bedivere was a warlock and practiced the dark arts, trained by the king’s treacherous cousin, which felled his king. They said it was not he who tossed the sword into the waters but another noble knight. They said it was he who was responsible for the death of the land evident from the ruination sprawling from the castle. And in truth, perhaps he was. This is where the legend ends. Amongst the most long-lived of the vampires, Bedivere has grown quite bored with the world. He has merely retreated to the ruins of the old castle buried beneath the centuries only to seek out prey for his hobbies and dining purposes. He keeps his halls as original as possible, never having moved any relic of the past in memory of a time when the halls were once alive with the chatter of men he called brothers. He had watched society progress through the ages. When he was active and used his dark gift, he served the countless kings and lords which lay claim to the legacy of the old king. He had engorged himself upon the blood of the Viking raiders, fought against the Norman Kings, and watched as the island wither in plague only to be unified through ages of kings and queens through blood, roses, and warfare in the rise of the Tudors. He saw Britannia expand to new and distant lands in the Far East and west, building upon itself a glorious empire. Yet, it too fell, by rebellion, revolts and revolution. Yes, blood stains were everywhere in the course of human history, and there was Bedivere to drink it up. It was interesting then, when just before the turn of the 20th century, he came into contact with a particular vampire, one who claimed to have sired many of their kind. This vampire lord was interested in a particular Carfax Abbey, and bringing his blood business to England not expecting there to have been another vampire noble already established himself there. And while Bedivere was powerful, the other lord’s mastery of the vampiric abilities was far superior than his own, to which he was forced to kneel and swear fealty to serve under the vampire lord and his lineage in exchange for his unlife and further training to unlock the true power of the vampire. He had traded one king for another, one brotherhood for another, one title for another. No longer was he Sir Bedivere, he was now known as Lord Bedivere, Lord Marshall of Dracula. And with his immortality Bedivere saw it all: the great war they claimed to end all wars as a struggle between the nations, only to be humored as another war broke forth in the ages of man. And now they dared to bring the war against the vampire. Foolishness and repetition was all he saw in the species he once dared belong to. He traded his humanity for enlightenment, they were prey: stupid, ignorant prey.

Name: Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30. When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire. Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings. Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast. Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue. Weapons: none Powers: - Mother Earth – Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction. - Wild Shape – Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves. - Colors of the Wind – Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one’s sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo’s despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity. -Spirit Speaker – It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs. Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that’s modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy’s blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks. Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.

Name: James Hunter Age: 19 Gender: male Vampire: no When you were turned: N/A Clothes: Weapons: Main: katana(in picture) Support 1: claw gauntlet (in picture) Support 2: armblade. (in picture) Hidden: Hair: (in picture) Eyes: (in picture) Personality: TBR

Name: [REDACTED] Alias: Kami no Kage Age: [REDACTED] Vampire: Probably not Gender: Unknown, presumed to be male Appearance: Weapons: Muramasa Sengo Named after the legendary Japanese blade of legend, this sword was forged using the most advanced modern techniques. Using molecular alteration to create molecule-sized tubes throughout the structure of glass, combining it's natural hardness with the flexibility of steel, while remaining lighter than titanium. Using the same technique, the blade is forged from Boron Carbide, the hardest known naturally occuring material, almost 50% stronger than Diamond. Focused into a single blade less than a molecule in width at the edge, it's probably the sharpest blade ever forged, capable of cutting through steel as if it weren't even there. The total mass is comparable to that of a shortsword, as it is around 40% air, but this simply makes it harder to break. Muramasa is holstered using a magnetic lock, as it would slice through any form of holster. The lock applies to the hilt, which contains an electromagnet of average capability. By switching the power through it, the value of the magnet can be changed. This is also linked to the palm of Kami no Kage's suit, allowing for him to retrieve it after being disarmed. Kuro Karada Literally translated as 'Dark Body', or 'Black Body', this suit of full-body armor has a variety of functions. The armor itself is composed of a special alloy of altered Boron Carbide, and Titanium Diboride, an incredibly tough combination of materials, both of which are harder than diamond even individually, but grant one another a vastly increased resistance to heat and electricity when combined. The alloys form a series of scale-like plates, each of which is only a few milimeters wide and thick, overlaying one another in multiple layers, gaining an effect similar to that of Dragon Scale modern combat armor. This is capable of absorbing massive amounts of kinetic force, and in addition to being bulletproof, it can even withstand grenades and other light explosives. It specializes against the force from the blades, hammers and punches often employed by oldbloods, however. Each scale is inscribed with a tiny, nearly invisible crucifix, millimeters tall, but still capable of burning a vampire on contact. With enough contact, these tiny crucifixes could deal serious damage to any vampire, burning their skin off. The helmet contains a heads-up display, as well as both infrared and nightvision modes. It's the hub for a specialized mental interface, a more advanced version of the mental interfaces already present in advanced robotic limbs and drone interfaces. It's said to be lodged directly into kami no Kage's brain, reacting to every thought instantly, allowing for high-speed toggling. It contains a communcations center, flappy bird, and all the other capabilities of a mobile phone. It's additionally installed with a microphone for vocal communication, and radio signal interceptors. On the back of this armored suit is a special containment area, filled with drugs. Advanced painkillers and other narcotic substances which can increase Onikage's reaction time, strength and speed. Specialized chemical enhancers which would allow him to fight on-level with even the most vicious of oldbloods. The exact substances used are a mystery, but legends say that they make him as close to immortal as a human being can get. The last feature of this armoured suit is the exoskeleton within it. A series of mechanical muscles linked directly to Kami no Kage's brain, partially integrated with his body. Small and highly advanced, with an unknown powersource. Highly dangerous enhancements that would grant him a strength on-level with that of most vampires. While the sheer physical prowes of some Oldbloods are impossible to match, he is far stronger and faster than any normal human could ever be. Then again, twisted as he is by all these enhancements, it is unknown of Kami no Kage can still be considered human. Aku Segi A modified fog machine, capable of spreading large quantities of fog all over the place. The 'fog' spread by these devices is the vapour of holy water, blessed by a holy man, said to be augmented with a drop of the blood of a member of the Purge. While it's unknown if the addition of the blood actually does something, other than make the fog smell faintly like blood, the holy water retains it's burning properties after entering vapour form, causing unspeakable agony to any vampire caught inside the fog. The Purge is known for spreading these devices around a city, and covering the entire city in a bank of fog. Enough exposure can kill lesser vampires, and even greater vampires are sent into agony by the 'divine wrath'. Other This is only a small collection of advanced items that Kami no Segi is likely to use on the battlefield. If necessary, he can easily procure almost anything he needs for a particular situation. From heavy-duty magnesium-based flamethrowers, to small cruise missiles, he has access to anything he needs to ge tthe job done. The sheer extents of his armoury is the subject of many legends. Personality: Vampires are a blasphemy, they are heretical beings that defy God's divine light. They are burned by the cross, the symbol of the sacrifice Jesus made for humanity, and they fall before the water blessed by those who would serve Him. They feed off of humans, eternally thirsting for that which they can never gain - true life, in the Light of God. There is no mercy, no complacency, there may be no rest until they are exterminated from the face of the Earth. Any human who would harbor a vampire is a heretic, and a traitor to humanity as a whole, and is to be punished with death. Bio: Originally a splinter organization within SOLDIER, the Purge was an extremist religious group that believed Vampires to be heretical beings, that required purging. While the Christian faith had always been on ends with vampirism for fairly obvious reasons, in the general population they had been accepted as strange, dangerous, but people. The Puge, however, believed that any who accepted Vampires were worthy of death themselves. Eventually, SOLDIER found the Purge to be going too far, and attempted to destroy the organizations. That's when they discovered what they were truly dealing with. Before, nobody had heard of the Oldblood-Hunter. Oldbloods weren't hunted, except with large numbers of highly trained soldiers, and a number of artillery tanks. And yet, even as SOLDIER rebuked the Purge, a legendary figure arose among them, who would go on to earn the title of Oldblood-Hunter. Named the Shadow of God by his followers, this mysterious warrior was incredibly capable, highly dangerous, and funded by large numbers of religious organizations and anti-vampire officials. By slaughtering one of the leaders of the vampire forces, Magnus' sireling Dresden, Kami no Kage showed that SOLDIER was nothing compared to the Purge. Stealing funding away from SOLDIER, and singlehandedly eliminating any information SOLDIER tried to spread about him, Kami no Kage became a figure of legend, slaying numberous Oldbloods, the most powerful of vampires. He was unstoppable, the boogeyman for vampires, a merciless, unhalting figure who would gladly sacrifice a hundred humans to slaughter an oldblood. There are too many vampires in this thread..... but not for long.

Name: Hunter Dakota Lee Gender: Genderfluid, typically she/her Age: 22, very recently turned Appearance: Hunter stands at 5’8” (173.7 cm) and has a lean, slender build. She has dark skin, a narrow face dotted with freckles, and almond shaped brown eyes turn a golden yellow when she feels particularly passionate (be in anger, surprise, fear, happiness, etc.). Her hair is dark and stops just before her shoulder, styled differently depending on the day, though the bangs almost always hang just above her eyelashes. The make-up she typically brings out her eyes: mascara and eyeliner after the basic cover up. When she’s felling more like a he, he skips out on the makeup and pulls his hair back into a ponytail or bun. His breasts are bound and his sense of fashion changes from cute, large sweaters and leggings to layers over jeans that range from anywhere to super tight or a gentle embrace. On the inside of his left forearm is a tattoo. Weapons: Still has a habit of carrying pepperspray even as a terrifying creature of the night Powers: As a human, she carried a werewolf gene. Being turned into a vampire partly triggered the gene, giving her some 'wolf-like traits: a physical strength advantage compared to other vampires her age (emphasis on her age as vampires grow stronger with age), the ability to grow her nails into claws and her teeth into fangs. She also draws strength from the full moon; when it's up, she's stronger and faster and will heal more quickly under its light. (Don't mistake her for hybrid--she is a vampire at the core and has typical vampire strengths and weaknesses. I'd like her to have a 'wolf weakness or two but Idk what the 'wolf specific weaknesses are in this RP.) Personality: Hunter is typically a cheerful, if quiet, person. Stress can easily get to her, however, and she’s prone to mood swings when it does. Although she doesn’t come off as an individual with a lot of presence, she enjoys the flirting game even though she gets scared off by even the thought of commitment. She likes to help people when she can, typically through the little things such as holding open doors or picking up litter or offering to give directions. As a vampire, she has poor self-control in the presence of blood and barely a basic grasp on her abilities. Needless to say, it’s not uncommon for her to be stuttering out excuses as to why it looked like her eyes changed colors or why she practically ran away screaming from someone else’s paper cut. However, her change has sparked some confidence in herself: she’s more likely to stand up for herself (and others) as a vampire than she was as a human. It still isn’t particularly likely, but it’s growing more frequent. Background: Hunter was the second of four born in the southern United States to a mixed family. Life in a small town was about what you’d expect for the family: usually dull but having to deal with racism and gossip from the locals. The Lee family persevered well enough despite all this and Hunter was raised in a loving environment for the first half of her life. Just as she started high school, however, a citizen was violently murdered. And, suspiciously enough, Hunter’s mother fled town within the same week without any word to family or friends. Needless to say, suspicion fell on the Lee family and they became even more ostracized. Hunter fell into depression and struggled with self identity throughout the rest of high school. Her grades overall were average and she didn’t participate in any sports. By the end, she had come out as gay and gender fluid to her family. Although it went well overall, she felt her father—who had been growing distant since her mother’s disappearance—grow even more cold to her. Although typically stressed, she was often comforted and encouraged by her older sister. With this encouragement, she attended a local community college and applied to a nearby university for her sophomore year. She’s been at the university since where she has learned to be open about her identity and slowly growing confident with herself. Recently, she was turned by Lady Mohowauuck

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Name: Clinton "Clint" Mannsfield Age: 70 (23 when he was turned) When you were turned: May 5, 1968 during the Vietnam War Clothes: Something similar to this. He usually wears his casual clothes underneath the jacket and an urban gray camouflage bandana over his face Hair: His hairstyle. The very same he's wore all these years. Originally it was all shaved off when he was drafted back in the sixties, but slowly but surely it's growing back Eyes: These eyes have seen things the human mind is never to perceive, the cruelty of man, the dishonesty of politicians, and the death...of love itself... Weapons: Be cold. Be silent. Be efficient. But most of all...be ruthless. Make your enemies fear the day they decide to fuck with a Navy SEAL. Those were the very virtues instilled by his commanding officer, or rather beaten into his head once he got off the Huey and set foot on the blood-soaked and napalm scorched grounds of Khe San, and it is by those virtues he still lives today. He's skilled in all manner of firearms, from small arms and assault rifles to heavy machine-guns, but neither he prefers to use. Trading firepower for cold lethality, Clint takes the stealthier approach utilizing a compound bow and specially made steel tipped arrows with fiberglass shafts, kept in a quiver sewn into his jacket. At close range, he's very effective in hand to hand, but mostly he goes with the two machetes he keeps sheathed behind his back. Powers: Night vision and invisibility. That's all he has and that's all he needs, but the greatest power he has is all the SEALs have taught him...simply..to kill. The invisibility is mainly temporary and it's more or less like a biological thermal camouflage. For a brief amount of time he merely *reflects* his surroundings onto him and blends in slightly. It's only when he attacks, the effect wears off and he becomes completely visible. It's more effective at night, but during the day, you can see a small silhouette of his figure still. Nevertheless, he still gives off a heat signature and can be detected by radar and UAV. You just hope you find him first before he finds you. Personality: A soldier doesn't do what is right. A soldier does...what he's told is right. He was a sweet and charming southern boy before the war got a hold of him and bathed him in blood, leaving him cold, traumatized and embittered. Being a vampire only made that worse. Now, Clint cares nothing for morality, nothing for resolution. All that he seeks is to kill any living thing that moves, be it human or vampire. He's got a bone to pick with the Purge for reasons unknown and he could barely give a damn about Magnus and his coven he's been massing over the years...that is...until they took someone he loved dearly and ripped her apart in front of his eyes. He's a very discreet person having learned to work from the shadows, and though the prospect of joining with SOLDIER looked promising, Clint decided to work freelance. He's been keeping tabs on all three sides in the meantime however, learning their tactics, their secrets, every little piece of intel he could gather, and just like Rebecca, he has quite the reputation among vampires. Bio: ****INFORMATION CLASSIFIED - RECORDS WITHHELD****

Name: Mathew Stone Age: 42 Appearance: Weapons: Physical weaponry is a tool for those of lesser intelligence or ambition. Mathew carries nothing but a small pistol in his boot (for emergency purposes.) His only real weapon is his mind, and his mouth. Capabilities: Mathew is both a psychologist and a tactician. He's an expert at manipulating those he speaks to, an excellent battlefield commander and an incredibly dangerous person. He wields the media in one hand, and your own mind in the other. Whilst he has no supernatural capabilities, as far as is known, he can start a revolution in a week, and place himself on the throne next month. Personality: Not all men are created equally. Anyone with a brain can see that this is the case. Some are born weak, others are born strong. Some are born smart, others are born stupid. What all men are handed equally, however, is a chance. Just a glimmer. A goal they can reach for, strive their entire lives to achieve. Not the guarantee of success, but at least a chance. Mathew's goals are unknown - the plans he speaks of are always finely accustomed to whomever happens to be listening. It is known, however, that he will go to any lengths to attain these goals. From politics, to warfare, to Wholesale genocide. It doesn't matter who he has to shove aside and who he has to kill. He'll walk there on a bridge formed from the corpses of his enemies.

Ignore every single thing on that photo to do with resident evil other than the design, and even still the base does NOT have a underground railway... Name: The Bunker Description: The Bunker housed underground in a cavern a few hundred miles from Kilo Point. Devised by Magnus to be the most technologically advanced vampire civilization to exist, was recently completed a month and a half after his failed attack on Kilo Point. Along with his funding and some from a few...contacts, this massive structure was built, it is capable of housing thousands of vampires as well as various equipment. Above it looks like a normal cave system, but inside said cave system there is a hidden entrance that leads below into the sprawling fortress. The Bunker is fully equipped with camera's in it's entirety, the terminals being accessible in one humongous room filled with TV monitors and the like linked to the camera feeds. It also has several security measures in the very VERY slim chance someone breaks in, these include mini guns inside the walls, hidden by portions of wall tiles, each connected to their own power source in the case of a EMP blast it will be very hard to disable all of them. They are scattered through-out the base, most importantly in Magnus' Chambers and the equipment room. They have one flaw, that is, they are heat seeking. Basically if they send vampires in, the turrets won't fire as vampires do not give off a significant enough, if any, heat signature to be picked up by the scanners. There are ways to De-activate the turrets so that human's can entered if authorized, but only Magnus and the higher ups such as Hale have such knowledge. Mini guns(more or less): Secondly, if the mini-guns fail, a sleep toxin that will almost instantly knock out any human or weak vampire can be emitted across the entire base, but this takes time. It can also be emitted to certain targeted areas almost instantly. If Magnus manages to die, the base will undergo a self destruction sequence, obliterating the base, everyone in it, and the general area itself. Of course, Magnus has a wide variety of gear purchased and available to him and those he trained to wield it. It includes but is not limited to, Jeeps, ATV's, machine guns, pistols, etc. But, unfortunately, most vampires aren't trained to use said weapons correctly as their natural primal instinct takes over and they say fuck all to everything around them and go nuts. BUT, good news is, he has bulletproof gear for the lot of them. While, it won't stop a constant barrage of bullets or a sword to the face, it will stop bullets to the chest as well as stakes to the chest.