"It’s a pleasure"



Name
Princess Viridiana Rose Juran

Age
97

Sex
Female

Sexual Preference
Heterosexual

Vampire/Human/Slayer
Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned

Family
N/A

Significant Other
N/A
-Her brothers have yet to decide who wants her more-

Gifts
Clairvoyance
- Via visions and poems and dreams – some rather violent – she has the ability to see faraway places in the present times, past and future events coming on the current path. She may submerge herself in trances to call visions forth at will, though these are more violent and painful for her –

Death
-Strangely enough the Pure Blood vampire, Vi is able to channel death. This gives her the ability to see, hear and speak to spirits, as well as find where they are attached to. She can tell if and when someone is going to die by touching them – only if the time of death is close. She may also control the dead and force them to obey her command –

Telepathy
-Able to hear the surface thoughts of anyone within a mile radius of her, though read past thoughts and diving into memories requires her to concentrate more on that single person than the group. The closer they person is the easiest it is for her. She may as well send her own thoughts and memories and images to others. This ability gives her a heightened sense of when someone is trying to touch her mind and allows her to construct mental walls-

Personality
Quiet, mild mannered, sweet and loving; Viridiana exhibits many of the characteristics required of a good Queen and a sweet Princess. She is coveted and yet remains humble and kind but still capable of being coy and fun loving.

Biography
A mere 97 years old, the youngest of the royal families children she is the daughter of the King and Queen and the next in line to be Queen of the Vampires. She was raised like this, and has only recently begun going out into public with her parents. Several males from aristocratic families have expressed a desire for her hand though they know that that honour will most likely fall to her eldest brother.

Extras
-She has a photographic memory-
-Enjoys reading and writing-
-Cats are her favourite animal, she has three as well as a horse-

"I wish you well in life. Please, if you can, live as I could not."



Name: Aria Giselle

Age:
_{Apparent || 20-ish}

^{True || 130}

Sex: Female

Sexual Preference: Asexual

Vampire/Human/Slayer

Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned

Family:
N/A

Significant Other:
N/A

Gifts:
Blood Purification - An ability inherent in her own blood; it strengthens the blood of whatever species drinks from her own. No matter what species partakes in drinking her blood, it will undoubtedly become stronger, faster, more mentally adept, etc. The more blood is taken, the more pronounced the effect is. If whatever drinks from her blood has an ability to speak of, said ability will also become stronger or easier to use.

Personality:

Quiet and unassuming. Aria does her best to be as unnoticed as possible. Aria is scared of the world and were it not for her strong desire to live, she would have sooner ended her life. She has a low opinion of herself and constantly doubts her own actions, both attributes are simply symptoms of an even worse mental trauma: Survivors guilt. Aria does not trust people easily, and once she does, she is still not completely open with them. Her survivors guilt also makes it so that she is way to forgiving of other people.

She is a deep and profound thinker, almost philosopher like even. She is able to look at matters from different perspectives and formulate responses based on her own insights. In terms of lateral thinking, she is a definite genius. Unfortunately, her genius is hampered by her fear and own self-loathing.

Despite her fear of the world, she also genuinely loves people - or, to be more specific, she loves life in general; this creates a fragile mental state, due to the fact that she both fears the world but is also gentle to its denizens, the ones she is afraid of in the first place.

Biography:

Aria was born in a relatively normal family in what was formerly the Ottoman Empire. Despite her relatively normal background, Aria herself was anything but - she was smart, mature for her age, and above all, painfully, painfully beautiful. Since the moment she turned three, it became apparent that she would be among the once in a lifetime beauties. As for Aria herself, she never really cared much about her own looks. She much preferred to be in the company of her family and friends. Personal relations were much more important to her in comparison to the admiration of people she didn't even know. Her comparatively humble attitude mixed with her otherworldly looks made her even more admired, and her fame rapidly grew.

Unfortunately, it was the same beauty that she was widely famed for that would lead to the single greatest tragedy of her life, as well as her turning into a vampire.

When she was around twenty years old, tell of her fame reached the ears of the creatures that hid in the dark. One such vampire went to confirm the rumors, expecting a pleasant target to satisfy his urges at best, and a free meal at worst. What he found was neither. What he found, instead, was an object to instill a deep, black passion in him. It a terrifying insanity caused by simply observing her. He loved her, but he also wanted to possess her. He hated her, for making a being such as him feel these painful emotions, but at the same time could not find any fault in her.

Nights came and went, and the more he watched her, the more his desire and insanity grew. Mortal men had similar feelings as him when it came to Aria, but theirs was not so pronounced because of the sole fact that they were not vampire. They new that Aria's beauty would fade eventually, and as all things did, that once in a lifetime beauty would fade - this logic did not apply to the vampire. He knew he could preserve her, keep her insanely and intensely beautiful for eternity. He knew that he could keep her forever.

The days following the Ottoman Empire's involvement the front-lines of World War One, Aria's village was attacked, and evacuation was a low-priority. The vampire saw this as his chance and in the chaos that was the aftermath of the battle, forced her to drink his blood and killed her. It was not a slow death, nor was it a painless transformation. Unfortunately for the vampire, he was not about to keep his prize. He lost the body of Aria during a bombing raid.

The months afterwards were the most harrowing and horrifying times of Aria's un-life. The feeling of lusting for blood, to rip out hearts and drink from them rage through her head constantly, and it was only thanks to the overabundance of recently dead bodies that prevented Aria from taking a life for herself.

Currently, Aria is trying to hide herself away, which is slowly becoming more and more difficult with the adventbof he twentieth century

Extras:
Only takes from recently deceased bodies (only if it's been dead for a single day, however)

"Vampires are strange, wonderful, powerful existence. Treat that existence with respect, but never worship it. Never worship anything that dies, or someday you'll find yourself lost."

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Age:
64

Sex:
Male

Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual (Moot point, however, as he is too old to be thinking about such things)

Vampire/Human/Slayer

Family:
N/A

Significant Other:
N/A

Personality

Cool, taciturn, and unerringly polite. Mario never blows his steam or shows rudeness intentionally no matter who he is addressing. He is a deep planner, thinking moves and steps ahead of time, and even then, he has the ability to think of new tactics on the fly. He is a lateral thinker, not locked down to any single train of thought, and has an extremely flexible mind. Above all that, however, is his inability to fear death.

For a human hunter, he is surprisingly merciful and has even spared vampires he has hunted. Mario considers 'teaching vampires a lesson' to be more important than 'exterminating' them. Mario is never antagonistic in the sense that he has never once considered anyone to be his enemy, or even hated anyone enough to be treated as such. Mario has a strange and powerful sense of curiosity. Once a question gets into his head, he stops at nothing to look for answers. In the same way, once he has encountered a problem, he will do anything to find a solution for it, out of academic curiosity if anything else.

The strange serenity that Mario exhibits is also unnerving for most people, vampire or not - it makes it feel as though he is altogether invincible, or at least, that everything is going according to some unseen plan of his.

Biography:

Mario had a normal background for someone who was related to vampires. He came from a farming family from Kansas, and there was nothing outwardly unusual about him except for his quick wit and his mind that was structured like a foggy maze. Still, that wasn't incredibly rare or unusual when you looked at the grand scheme of things. What set him aside from normal people, was his sharp and dangerous desire to kill. His instincts were sharp and seemed tailor made for killing live creatures - he could determine the best and most efficient way for something to die. Mario discovered said instinct while trying to kill a chicken for dinner; the frustration of taking so long to kill that single creature lead him to think of quicker, more efficient ways to get the job done. Eventually, those thoughts spread out to more than just poultry - it eventually began to include horses, cows, dogs, sheep and finally, humans.

Still, despite his homicidal urges, he was ultimately a man of morals, and so never indulged in his urges . . . until a certain encounter changed that.

Extras:

• Has large arsenal stores scattered here and there with no distinct pattern, some of which are even disguised as merchandise for legitimate businesses.
• His recorded number of direct (vampire) kills total at a terrifying 103 - rumors suggest that the actual number is much higher than that.
• Despite his relative infamy in the world of vampires, his face isn't widely known, mostly due to the fact that the only people who survive his hunts are people that he wants to survive.

“Want to have a little fun Sweetheart?”


Name
Sebastian Verlac – Sebastian Hynritch
Age
257
Sex
Male
Sexual Preference
Heterosexual
Vampire/Human/Slayer
Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned
House
Hynritch
Family

Significant Other
Cecily Markov – Currently Courting

Gifts
Manipulation of Plant Matter
-He may control plant matter to his will, with is actually more of an agreement between himself and nature. He may grow small plants without a problem, though lager things take more of his energy to produce. Growing a large tree in a short time may very well cause him to die-
Telepathy
-Unlike others he has the ability to speak to animals and plants with his mind, but not humans or other vampires. He can receive and send images, emotions and memories; though with animals it is very rarely words. With plants it’s often words and images, like reading a humans mind though much more quiet-

Personality
Flirty
Playful
Carefree
Fun-Loving
Impulsive
Reckless

Biography
TBD

Extras

“Vampires are so much like they were when I was a child. . . “


Name
Cecily Markov

Age
1349

Sex
Female

Sexual Preference
Asexual – Heteroromantic

Vampire/Human/Slayer
Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned

House
Ward of Archantun

Family
Klyal Markov – Descendant of her daughter
Melisandre Loncanta – Daughter with Leon – Pure Blood Vampire

Significant Other
Leon Locanta – First friend, then partner, then husband and lover

Gifts

Vitality
-Her blood has the ability to heal almost any wound if drank by the injured, as well as her tears and touch. A kiss can bring the recently dead – as in less than five minutes ago- back to life in a slightly less injured state than they had been before. The damage to the body cannot exceed that which a living person could heal from, so a squashed brain or missing heart won’t work. She cannot heal herself with his ability though-

Daywalker
-Considered by some to be a genetic anomaly by some, and the greatest display of power by others, Cecily is a Daywalker naturally. After being Turned she was discovered to have an immunity to the sunlight’s harmful rays-

Personality

Motherly, Kind and Understanding
Cecily has always been one to listen and understand another rather than make assumptions without cause, as well as assist those who need it without hesitation. She put others before herself more often than not and often endangers herself in doing so though if she saves someone in the process she generally does not care for the risks to her person.

Modest, Quiet and Shy
This young woman and aging vampire has always had a hard time accepting compliments, always either ending up fumbling over her words like an idiot or blushed madly though that does not mean she doesn’t enjoy the attention – especially when it comes from someone she likes. On the other hand she does not view herself as very beautiful, having come from a humble background she has not yet come to the idea that she is appealing or anything more than that simply commoner girl. She rarely speaks first as well, with anyone apart from the Archantun and Loncata, as she often enjoys watching more than interacting with others.

Biography

Cecily was born in Venice, Italy, to a pair of commoners, though they were not those who lived in poverty. When she was young she often found herself walking up to strangers and talking to them without fear, for the small water bound city was often friendly and sweet during the day. She met her best friend this way, a young man of a better bloodline and they quickly began playing together every day. The two would meet when their parents gathered during the evening – Cecily’s mother was a midwife and her father an apothecary and the two often met with noble families in regards to medicine and childbirth – though in regards of them the adults had become more friends than business partners, much like their children. It continued for several years though when Cecily began to really grow into her womanhood she couldn’t play with the young man as she had before and instead her parents began looking for a suitable match for her.

She was a beautiful young woman, with hair that was soft and straight, a sweet brown with strands of blond and black and red mixed into it. Her big eyes attracted the attention of many boys her age and class, most of them businessmen’s sons or fisherman, as well as a few men from the Italian navy. Even one pirate had shown interest in her while he was at port and she was buying flowers for her mother’s birthday. When the girl was sixteen, in 1436, she was wed to a wealthy man who had recently become a young lord after his fathers’ death – tragic, yes but not entirely an accident – and became the lady of a large estate on an island just off the coast of Venice. She hadn’t seen her friend since before the betrothal was officially announced and she had had to tell him that she would be going away for a while. She sent him letters from that island to him, talking about how it was to live there and what the manse looked like. She never received a reply, not until the year of 1438 when she told him that she was pregnant with her lord husbands’ child. She was due late in that year and it was the one letter she had gotten back from him, a reply to all of her letters beforehand and the announcement that he would visit after the child was born. She gave birth early the following year and her friend – his name being Prince Leon Locanta – came to visit her finally and meet her new daughter.

That was the last time she saw him for several years, though the death of her husband – again tragic, but very much an accident at sea during a storm – brought him back to her with her parents. This was in 1441 when the girl was only twenty-and-one. They came to see she was alright, and though she had loved the man greatly it was easier to bare the loss with her parents and her dear friend with her. The three had spent half a year together when Leon came to her in the library late at night one day, drawn and tired for the first time since she had met him and she could tell he hadn’t slept much the last few days.

“Cecily. . . “

He whispered her name, his eyes focusing on her with such an intent look that she was held in place by the brilliant blue of his eyes finding her in the dark and seemed to glow as he moved toward her. The young woman put down her book and looked at him, concern in the furrow of her brow and she held out a hand to him, for him to take so she could guide him to the seat beside her. The last thing she had expected was to end up with her back on the window bench and the man leaning over her, fangs protruding from his gums as he looked down at her. He had her hands above her head with one hand in a vice grip and the other hand gentle caressed her face and played with her hair. She was no afraid, despite not being able to move away from him and when she looked up at him, instead she smiled at him, asking if he was alright. Her eyes were a soft, kind purple whereas his own were angry and guilty, harsh and sad all at the same time.

“I love you Cecily.”

He whispered the words, descending upon her and kissing her softly on the mouth, her stunned silence a comfort to his uneasy and instinctive self. The man kissed her again, following the line of her jaw with his nose until he kissed the soft skin of her neck, just above her shoulder and he bit her. His fangs pierced her flesh easily, parting the skin and muscle until they reached the warm vein beneath and hot blood poured into his mouth. He had let go of her hands and held her against him, not so hard as to hurt her, as if cradling her against him as he drank her blood though his fingers were wrapped up in her clothing already. She could see the full moon outside, peeking out between the clouds as she wrapped her arms around him and spoke softly to him in an effort to calm the shaking man as he finally took his fangs from her neck.

Had she known the entire time that he was a vampire?

The man looked down at the weak girl, her breathing slowing with her heart rate but still she smiled at him, completely at peace with dying like this with no instinct to survive kicking in. Leon on the other hand was not alright with her dying like this, especially not by his hand and he tore open his own wrist, taking his blood into his mouth before kissing her and making her drink it. With her blood inside him he was able to heal her though she slept all the next day while her parents departed for the main land again. He stayed behind to watch her though this ended with her talking to him and asking her to become a vampire.

“If I choose this way. . . The painful way, would I still be able to have children?”

He only had to nod for her to make her choice and over the course of the next six months she carefully drank his blood and that of the human servants that he compelled to forget what they were doing to them. It was a long process, going as slowly and gently as the transformation allowed and eventually she collapsed as the final stretch of the transformation wreaked havoc on her body. Days blended into nights into weeks into a month before she finally opened her eyes, the fever broken and the pain gone. She was a vampire, but she woke and moved while Leon was asleep at her bedside and careful not to wake him she had gone in search of three times – her daughter, wine and blood – though while she walked she had to walked passed a window through which the sun blazed. She was not afraid, and needed to test her new limitations. She reached out a bare hand into the sun and, surprisingly, nothing happened. She was a Daywalker, the first in the last three thousand years and she would have to be sure to keep this a secret from anyone she was unsure of their loyalties or trust.

The two stayed at the castle for the next ten years, raising her daughter and in 1452, the girl was still human and fully aware of the existence of vampires, already been taught how to avoid their cold manipulation and married to a young man she liked very much. The two would stay at the manor as the vampires left Venice, on a long journey around the world.

But those tales are best left for another day . . .

Extras
-She has a wide range of knowledge including, human and vampire anatomy, herbs and cultures around the world-
-Prefers wine spiked with blood to straight blood if it’s not fresh from the source-

"Living in the Night is easy. Living in a Shadow is far more difficult."


Name:
Prince Lucius Alexandros Juran

Age:
99

Sex:
Male

Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual

Vampire/Human/Slayer
Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned

Family:
Older Brother - Matthieu
Younger sister - Viridiana

Significant Other:
None, however he is interested in Viridiana

Gifts:
Hunter's Eye - Lucius can see his prey's heartbeat, blood flow, breathing, and body heat and is able to track them, even through walls. Essentially giving him almost x-ray vision.

Wings: - While unable to transform into a bat, Lucius is able to grow a set of large bat-like wings in order to fly.

Personality:
Lucius is a very serious man, almost to a fault. Having lived all his life in his brother's shadow, he has always tried extra hard to win his family's respect and attention, resulting in a rather stiff, no nonsense personality. He's also madly in love with his younger sister.

Biography:
Coming into the world a mere two years before his sister, Lucius was always closer to her than his elder brother during their childhood. However as he began to get older he started to understand that the difference between him and his brother was more than just age. Matthieu was the family heir, while he was just the second son. Even his beloved sister would one day be Queen, and this point was the hardest for Lucius to accept. Lucius had long held a deep affection for his sister, one that had gradually grown into love, but every day people talk about her marrying Matthieu and, despite Lucius' loyalty to his family and his bloodline, he can't help the feelings of resentment that lurk beneath the surface, and the fear that he might one day have to watch, smiling, as the girl he loves marries someone else.

Extras:
N/A