Appearance: Klaus is tall and lean at 6', and almost looks like a man out of a woman’s perfume commercial (early 30s, suave, chiseled, etc.). He prefers to wear clothes that are in style, common, and fashionable to blend in with human society. His shaggy, dark brown is generally slicked back and accompanied by a thin, trimmed layer of hair along his jawline, chin, and upper lip. He has a pale and narrow face. His eyes are a dark brown, as well, though they occasionally seem to be almost red.

Personality: Klaus comes as very laid back and easy going, maybe even a little smug, but formal. He can be very charismatic and flirtatious, as well. That said, he as a darker and more serious that comes out when he feels vulnerable or angry. Underneath the exterior, he can be rather sadistic and cruel. If he catches you alone and doesn’t think any repercussions will come of it, he’ll be rather antagonizing.

Equipment: While he typically doesn't carry weapons, he currently carries a silver coated knife in his jacket with feral vampires being out and about.

Background:To make a long, boring story short, Klaus was the other man to his best friend's wife. While stupid, there was a degree of innocence to it: he truly believed he loved her and she seemed to return the feelings. However, when the two of them were caught, she insisted he had forced himself on her. So he literally ran from her husband, but he didn't have to run for long--a vampire attacked.

The husband was killed and Klaus was turned into what he is today. However, he wasn't cared for very well; his sire used him as a living blood bag to fuel his own strength, sparking the disgust he has for feral vampires today. Luckily, his sire grew tired of him and eventually moved on--maybe back to humans or to another vampire, Klaus doesn't really care--and Klaus was free to live as he pleased.

Klaus had easily adjusted to vampire life, so the next several centuries were always manageable. He never returned to his lover, but she was often on his mind for the first several years. Though as he met more men and women, the feelings of disgust and betrayal eventually wore out--although he does have a particular distate for cheaters and liars in modern days. And while he has been around the block, he had never really fallen in love again.

Save for twenty years ago: he fell hard and to save her from dying--and out of love--turned the woman of his dreams and beyond. However, she was aboslutely disgusted to have become a vampire, and she couldn't cope very well. She left him, leaving a bitter taste on both their tongues, and it still bothers him today.

And today, vampires are feeding on other vampires. Haunted by memories of being violated and used, Klaus is interested in joining this battle against the re-emergence of feral vampires. While he has usually kept to his self and avoided The Society--and especially hunters--he finds that an issue like this is worth confronting. Even if he has to work with others to do it.

Extra:
- Relatively weak for an older vampire in both strength and speed
- His relationship with The Society is a rocky one: he partially blames them for not being able to keep control over his sire even though he's not really interested in their rules either. He dances over their line of what's considered okay, but never openly challenges the Octus to take him out if he's such a problem.

Appearance: Natalie appears to be her early 30s and isn't very large in frame or stature. She has golden brown eyes and an ashen tone to her pale, smooth skin. Her dark hair is long and typically disheveled and accented by a comfortable beanie, and she wears simple clothes: jeans and a sweater, usually. She stands no taller than 5'6" and weighs in at only about 115 lbs, having a boyish figure.

Personality: As a vampire, Natalie is sassy, flirty, and impatient when it comes to dealing with other peoples' shit. As a feral vampire, though, she's snappy, sexual, and a short fuse with a sense of humor. She's never been worried about what others think, and it shows in her diet. Despite all these things, she's pragamatic and analytical. She used to have no issue being this, but ever since she started feeding on other vampires, she needs silence and concentration to be as logical as she used to be.

Equipment: In each boot, a silver knife. Under her sweater, a hand gun loaded with silver bullets. She's used the knives maybe once in her life time, but she remains especially paranoid lately despite being able to take down most vampires she's come by.

Background: Natalie was born from simple beginnings. She went through rigorous schooling and excelled in all of it--including college, where she earned an engineering degree on a full scholarship. Despite this, she fell into a working class job as a mechanic, with her own shop before even hitting 25. Satisifed by the simple, she had a child out of wedlock with her then-boyfriend--both seemed happy.

However, things went south soon after: she was diagnosed with breast cancer and her boyfriend was revealed to be abusive. These things together had her struggling as a mother and she found love elsewhere: he turned out to be a vampire, however.

While she initially seemed able to handle vampires being real, she quietly grew uncomfortable with the idea. She always wanted to say something, but she couldn't help falling in love with him. So, when her cancer grew--ready to kill--he turned her. And it was upon turning that she realized that this was exactly what she didn't want. The two had a bitter break up.

Forced to leave her child with her ex, she decided against killing herself. Instead, she tried to stayed close--assumed to be missing or dead--while secretly watching over her child. But, her disgust for what she had become lead her to feed on other vampires instead of humans. And with the madness that followed, she lost the attention span to keep a watch on her kid. This leads her to where she is today: a feral vampire, but strong.

Extra:
- She had been relatively strong even as a newborn vampire, but now she's even stronger thanks to vampire blood.
- Vampires she doesn't kill, she encourages to take on her diet.
- Has almost no relationship with The Society. Her sire hadn't talked much about them and she never liked other vampires enough to learn more about it.

Name: Maxine “Max” James

Species: Turned Vampire

Age: Appears 21

Appearance:


Personality: Max is a very serious but laid back person. She has a strong drive when in pursuit of knowledge but it takes a lot to upset her. She doesn’t have very many close friends (mostly her sister, Hazel). She will take a leadership role if she feels others are inadequate but would prefer to work independently. She is a very quick learner and has an aptitude for math and science. She is quick witted and can become sharp-tongued and sarcastic if she feels she’s losing the upper hand in a conversation. She is generally accepting of any kind of quirks she sees in others as long as they don’t trample on her.

Equipment: cell phone, headphones

Background: Max was born the second daughter of two very loving and involved parents. Although they weren’t wealthy, she never felt as though she wanted for anything. Her older sister, Hazel, is her idol and best friend. Her father is a piano teacher ( whom her love of music originated from) and her mother is a personal assistant for a wealthy business mogul. She attended the local public school before she was accepted on a full ride science scholarship for a state college. The move across the state was hard on her but she keeps in contact with her family on a daily basis. Her sophomore year of college, Max was attacked walking home alone from a sorority party. She woke up in a dark bedroom with a man who stayed in the shadows. Over the next week, he revealed to her that she was experiencing a change - a change into a vampire. She never managed to see the man and still wonders to this day who he was and what really happened to her. She hasn’t told anyone (including her family) what happened to her but being alone in a city of thousands helps her to keep her secret.

Extra: She’s a chain smoker and has only been turned about a year. She’s constantly wondering about the man who helped her through her change and debates whether she should tell anyone. She works at a local bar (where she picks off drunk, sleezy men for food) and has an obsession with all types of music.

Name: Bernard Alexander

Species: Purebred Vampire

Age: 479

Appearance: Bernard appears to be a tall (6’1”), well-built man in his early thirties. Raven-black hair that falls around his ears and shoulders frames the typical red eyes of his kind.Coarse but closely trimmed hair covers the lower half of his face, making the visible pale skin around it stand out more. A scar creates a hairless pink line from above his right eye, across the bridge of his nose, and down to his jawline. The remainder of his features are sharp and reminiscent of predatory beasts.

Preferring understated styles, Bernard usually wears dark t-shirts and similarly colored jeans. He generally wears hiking boots, as well as a black duster-style leather coat.

Personality: Often described as ‘a bear of a man,’ Bernard makes no attempt to act otherwise. His gruff demeanor tends to get most humans to leave him alone, which is what he wants. When passionate or pissed, he tends to lose sight of caution and react violently and without hesitation. Aside from that, he is level-headed and dependable, and his outbursts are tempered from centuries of survival. Thick skin and the obstinance of a bull makes him hard to manipulate unless you push the right buttons.

Equipment: Bernard prefers to rely on his own two hands in a fight, but does carry more than that. An inside pocket of his duster carries a Taurus 4510PD-3SS Revolver. His coat pockets also typically include the usual fare of wallet and (forged) identification.

Background: Though both of Bernard's parents were vampires, he has no recollection of his mother. She would have died during labour because of complications during the birth, but his father, Gerald, did not allow this. Before Bernard was even completely in the world, his mother was drained of her lifeblood.

His upbringing after that was harsh and centered on survival and little else. Bernard’s father was cruel, uncaring about his progeny except that he not reveal them and not get in his way. Blood stained the path they walked, and no survivors stirred in their wake. Eventually, this caused the younger vampire to turn his back on his sire and look for a better way. Turning to the then recently formed Society, he sought a new family.

The rules of the Society became Bernard’s way of life, and its members his family, distant and different as they were. Free of the violent influence, he turned his attention to higher minded distractions of fine art and literature for a time, withdrawing almost completely from the world as a whole. He maintained contact with the Society and those members that were near him, but was rarely seen among humans except to feed.

Even with the companionship of the Society when compared to that of his father, Bernard grew lonely over the years. Recently, in his hunger and despair, he turned a young woman who caught his eye and revealed to her the truth of her new life. For reasons unknown even to him, he has chosen not to reveal his identity to her yet.

Extra: Bernard is the vampire who turned Maxine, and is rather protective of her. Any violence directed toward her by hunters or other vampires is met in kind, though out of view of the public.

Name:
Trenton "Locke" Wist

Species:
Human, Hunter

Age:
39

Appearance:
An almost scruffy-looking man, with stubble and thick, dark hair. White skin, a little tanned, blue-grey eyes. He dresses more professionally for work, but for hunting and leisure he's a big fan of jeans, t-shirts, flannels, and military/utility jackets.
If you really need a visual aid, here's a picture of Hugh Jackman that hits pretty close.

Personality:
He's a professional, through and through, and sees all missions through to their end. Gruff, but approachable, and with fatherly intincts. He's known to be pretty open-minded, but he obviously wouldn't trust any vampires as far as he could throw them, at least without several silver weapons on his person.

Equipment:
He's an experienced hunter with steady income, so he's well equipped. This is his standard loadout, though he's got more stored.
- Silver-coated hatchet
- Silver-coated kukri
- Beretta 92, standard and silver-tips carried.
- Either shotgun or hunting rifle, 12 guage silver-loaded shells or .308 silver-tipped Winchesters
- A smartphone for real life, and several dumbphones for hunting work

Background:
Trent has been on the force for a long time. He's seen a lot, but won't ever forget the night he met his first vampire. What seemed like a standard alleyway mugging on one of his first nights turned into a man screaming as his neck was bit into like a grapefruit. Trent himself would have died that night had a hunter not been there to stop the creature. The hunter explained the truth about vampires, and Trent took up the hunt as what he figured to be a natural next step in defending citizens. Fast forward 20 years, and he's the leading detective for the department, and a highly respected hunter. So highly respected, in fact, that he's come to be the de-facto leader of the local hunting community under the code-name (to remain anonymous in the 'real world' but still have a presence in the hunting world) 'Locke.'

Extra:
- Has a family. A loving wife, Julie, and a young son, Ben.
- His job provides him with good cover and a steady stream of cash.
- He wears a silver chain around the neck, and has his family do the same (though he won't explain why).

Name: Azreil "The Branded" Icor

Species: Vampire

Age: Appears to be nineteen, he has forgotten his real age as counting became boring. He does know that he is two centuries south of a millennia.

Appearance: With a wedge shaped face, stocky frame, and short cropped hair Azreil is not quite considered handsome by most. More generic as his type goes, his most promenant features include a deep amber set of eyes that seem to be always watching others and thinking. A scar on one lip that seems to curve into a crule smile when stationery, a wide yet still mouth, jet black hair, as well as the look of a short powerhouse.

Personality: Quiet, pensive, and slow to action are his general traits. He however recognizes that to be in the moment to act when, and where is important. There fore before taking action he gathers needed information on a situation he gauges quickly and then corrects what things seem to be to what they are. He likes a good challenge and thrill if only it will not kill him. His loyalty knows few bounds, but to be loyal to a lost cause he considers to be foolish. Well he may just be foolish at times.

Equipment: A cane that is equipped with a silver cap at the bottom, as well as a bastard sword that he restricts for hunter useage and is usually only for preplaned battles. He wears a raw ruby ring on his left hand to signify his fealty to an eternally sleeping pure bred vampire.

Background: Azreil refuses to remember his past names, as the one he totes around is the second to last memorabilia of his late master. His angel of death, as he had been the executioner dog, he was so called. No place had been too far, no mountain too high, and no cliff too steep. He is now branded a wanderer and peacemaker of sorts. Upon hearing rumors of feral activity he shakes off the dust of the mantel bestowed upon him to carry out justice under the words of the nobility of the afflicted area. If they would have him.

Extra: Azreils left knee retains a human injury to always remind him that quick tempers could bring disater, as such he relies on a cane for normal travel on top of confusing any unwary enimies. This by no means makes him slower then most, his weight alone does that for him. Someone who watches movies might call him a short Jason, to which he normally responds to a sound cuffing to the ear.

Name:(Lady) Caroline of Mortain "The Serpent"

Species:Turned Vampire

Age: (17) 685.

Appearance:

Personality: Caroline cultivates a sophisticated, whimsical air about her. She is particulary fond of double meanings, coming flirtatious at times, and downright annoying at others. She is seen smiling almost everytime, beaming with a polite but false grin, and accepting every poison hurled at her with elegance. However, underneath the vain and superficial air she likes to give herself, lies a thinker, planner and hard worker. Caroline is never idle, she is always treating some ailment, procuring some blood, currying some information, and expanding her social circle. While she claims she abhors violence, she doesn't hold back her punches when she has to fight back, and always seeks to destroy her opponents throughoutly by striking hard, fast and tactically. Like a serpent, she'll swallow you whole.

Equipment: Caroline always keeps a locket with an Ouroboros engraving on it, made of gold. There's a potent anaesthesic gas capsule inside of it, for when she needs to make a fast escape of somewhere. She also keeps ten silver needles in two hidden ankle sheathes, to be able to use acupuncture whenever she wants and in a pinch, thrown projectiles.

Background: Caroline was born in the upper crust of human society back in the middle ages. She could've led a sheltered life as woman of some noble, but fate seemed to want to ruin the life plan she had been set. In a feud wracked by the bubonic plague and powerful nightcrawling vampires, Caroline could do very little as her little world crumbled into tatters. Forced into a leadership position due to the massive death and chaos that ensued in her family because of the aforementioned reasons, Caroline steeled her resolve and began a mad race to try and find a way to stop the plague. Importing heathen books, seeking medicines from pagan sources, currying the favour of her vampire overlords for a cure, anything was fair game for a despaired single noble lady who could only watch her subjects die.

The inevitable happened, and she became infected. Fate was bound to even kill her, no matter the sacrifices and efforts she had put. However, her story didn't end, as some Vampire took pity on her, or maybe a passing fancy in her fresh beauty, and turned her into one of his kin. Despite abandoning humanity, and being forced to feed on human blood to survive, Caroline enjoyed the perks her new vampiric nature would bring, such as eternal life, unblemished beauty... and above all, immunity to plagues. She decided to continue her investigation about a cure for the plague, for if humans died, vampires would surely starve.

She didn't have enough time, though. Rumours piled up about her dark dealings and extreme measures, and soon she was accussed of witchcraft and dark arts, and a mob formed to kill her and her sire. They shouldn't have succeeded, but they did, thanks in no small measure to a Vampire Hunter. Said vampire hunter had been the one to spread the rumours and raise the mob at his command to kill the two vampires, and eventually managed to kill her sire. Outnumbered, heartbroken and betrayed by the same people who she had wanted to save so hard, Caroline fled her birthplace and roamed. Without a goal, on the run, always keeping her contact to the minimum.

But she wasn't the only one. As she roamed, she had noticed the vampires surely but steadily were losing ground and numbers to the ever increasing bold humans. She needed to get smarter. Stronger. And determined. She needed a cause. So she embarked in a long journey. In search of her own reason to exist. Travelling far and wide on the footsteps of Alexander the Great, and later on the footsteps of Marco Polo, she saw many cultures and many ways of life. Philosophies of introspection, philosophies of action. Zealots. Sages. Martial Artists. Tacticians. Merchants. And healers, like herself. And yet, wherever she went, plagues and illness afflicted humans, and shaped everything about them. For without humans, there would be no cattle, crops, or clothes. For without humans, there would be no vampires. The realization hit her like a flash of inspiration, and soon many other changes in her demeanour became apparent. She changed her crest to that of the Eternal Serpent, the Ouroboros, and learnt the martial arts of the east to hone both mind and body. She also became acquainted with the acupuncture method, the pressure points... she never ceased to assimilate knowledge.

When she returned to the west, upon hearing rumours of new arts and technology sprouted, she was no longer a fledging, but a full veteran vampire. Stronger and smarter. But she wasn't content with that. Her greed for medical arts was patent, and she had her fill in the west aswell, throughout the ages. She had to, after all, with the vampiric numbers seriously depleted. It was then when the Society was formed and she was approached. Having been worth among ruling circles, her induction and adaptation to a regulated society was almost flawless, and she enjoyed the perks more than many other more aloof vampires. It was then when she developed an adaptation of the medical arts to the vampire physiology (although, funnily enough, most of the time it isn't necessary, given the regeneration).

With the explosion of modern medicine, and the ability to extract someone's blood and put it in a bag, she set up a triple business in order to give leverage and stability to her and the Society's backers. A backalley clinic, to take care of those humans who couldn't get into proper hospitals for outrageous sums of money, a secret blood traficking business in which she buys blood from those desperate on cash, and a "cleanup" service, in which she makes "problems" disappear.

Extra: She usually keeps an harem of human cooperators of both genders whom she uses as snack (non lethally), additional hands and for her own selfish debased amusement. They all have a tatoo of an Ouroboros somewhere in the body. The same sign is her particular crest for vampire etiquette and meetings. She also owns a clinic. She has a french accent she hasn't managed to get rid of. She's also a decent singer.

Name: Alexander Redson

Species: Human- Hunter.

Age: 35

Appearance: Alexander looks pretty average. That's good, it helps him blend into crowds. Alexander stands at the fairly average height of 5'10" and has neck length shaggy brown hair. Alexander's eyes are a dull green in color and grant him stellar 20/20 vision. His face is of an average build. Nothing exceedingly unattractive yet nothing that would standout as handsome or unique. Alexander has fairly average shoulders and an okay build due to a spotty workout routine. Alexander's skin is rather pale and he never seems to take a tan for any amount of time, he never complains about this.

Alexander has little to no deviation in his wardrobe choices and owns several identical sets of clothing. His standard appearance consists of a plain grey knit cap that he keeps folded just above his eyes. This cap covered the tips of his ears and his forehead, but it can cover his whole face if he unfurls it. His standard appearance consists of a plain black Tee-Shirt (He swaps this for a long sleeve shirt if it’s cold.) underneath a plain black leather zip-up jacket. With this he wears a pair of grey cargo pants and finally a pair of steel toe working boots with a special insole added into them to make them much more comfortable to wear.

Between Alexander’s jacket and shirt he wears a matte black tactical shoulder holster where he keeps his handgun and at least three fully loaded magazines at almost all times, along with the proper licenses for concealed and open carry. This holster and his weapons are the reasons for the black and grey wardrobe choices, rather than an attempt to join a crowd of angsty teenagers.

Personality: Alexander is a practical person, and is very down to earth. He doesn’t like to waste time and will often skip to the end of something if he feels that it’s unimportant. Alexander is also largely antisocial and prefers to scour the internet for information rather than chat with a party.

Equipment: Alexander carries a pair of Beretta 92 handguns that are matte black in color. Both of them have powerful laser sight and flashlight hybrids mounted beneath their barrels to assist with aiming due to the awkward nature of using dual pistols. With fifteen round magazines each Alexander has thirty rounds total when using them together. These handguns are chambered in the potent .40 S&W round and those rounds use a custom made titanium/silver alloy due to the issues with warping that pure silver would have. Alexander carries four magazines for the pistols, along with two loaded (Rounds unchambered, for safety.) within the tactical webbing that he has. To go along with that, he has six distributed among the pockets of his cargo pants.

Strapped to his back, and thus even harder to see, is a cut down shotgun. Specifically, the barrel and stock have both be trimmed down so that it fits beneath his jacket. The shotgun is also matte black to further camouflage it. This shotgun is pump action and loads twelve gauge shotgun shells. These shells carry custom pellets made from the same silver/titanium alloy that his handgun rounds are. The tube holds seven rounds per standard load. Alexander keeps seven loaded into the tube (With the chamber cleared for safety) and fourteen shells within the webbing. Another fourteen are distributed among his pockets.

Alexander also has the proper certifications for open and concealed carry for his weapons in one of the small webbing pockets.

Aside from that, Alexander carries a standard flip-style phone with plenty of texts and minutes on hand to make important calls when and where it’s needed. This is accompanied by a wallet containing the standard fare of personal identifications and duplicates of his concealed and open carry licenses, as well as the keys to a completely refurbished DeLorean DMC-12.

Background: Alexander grew up rather ignorant of the world. He was very antisocial to begin with and simply didn’t mesh well with people, often getting annoyed at people’s extreme ignorance to how interruptive their own actions were. (Let’s stop and take the tenth selfie of us walking down this street!)

As he became more and more isolated from the world, Alexander was drawn more and more into the world of the internet. He became very attuned to computers and savvy on how to fix and bypass common problems with them. This proved to be rather useful when he found out about the hunters early on, but thought that they were just another edgy group trying to make a scene. It wasn’t until his parents were devoured by a roaming feral vampire that he really saw the light.

Alexander’s father was always a major fan of all things military, and frequently participated in shooting contests since he couldn’t join up due to his leg being crippled in a work accident. It was rather fortunate for Alexander that his father did this since these contests brought in a lot of money and exotic prizes. Alexander took his arsenal from his father's collection and the keys to a refurbished DeLorean DMC-12 and got to work training himself to shoot with his weapons of choice. The dual handguns were the hardest part to get accustomed to, due to the inherently backwards nature of using two handguns since they were designed with the opposite of that in mind. But nobody at the range doubted him when he was able to pull off feats that looked like stunts from Equilibrium or The Matrix when he had finally grown accustomed to the setup.

A year has passed, and Alexander is now a fresh recruit within the Hunter’s ranks.

Extra: Alexander adores ramen noodles, and his favorite phrase is “May the desert eagle spread her wings for you.” despite the fact that he doesn’t own a desert eagle. If he could get his hands on one, though...

Name: Aldaric Corven Weirven

Species: Feral Vampire
Age: ~700, looks 27.



Appearance: Aldaric is pretty, one of the resons he was turned, but is also tall and broad chested like a capable knight. His green eyes are almost inhuman, and he doesn't have much for facial hair. As a turned vampire, his skin is slightly light grey, making him look like he is always standing in a shadow.

Personality: Aldaric is a little crazy and a little angry, but that doesn't make him a brash beast. He's driven by vengeance but still thoughtful and logical in his approach. He will work with others to achieve his goals and will keep his promises. He does delight in making his enemies suffer and takes satisfaction in killing them. Vampire blood has given him the strength he needs, but he realizes he has become addicted to it, and it's slowly killing him.

Equipment: Two katana type swords. Three hidden, barbed, blood-letting daggers. A heavy pistol (like a desert eagle maybe). Bola. Has ties to an underground network of other ferals involved in the black market, so has procured a few explosives and a steady supply of ammo, etc.

Background: Aldaric was a knight in the middle ages who was greatfully turned to escape persecution and take revenge on those who tried to execute his family. Long story. But since, he had lived happily as a turned vampire in the coven of his master, a pureblood of course, for centuries, among an established sect of vampires who were in favor of dominance over humans.

Eventually they went to war with the currently established vampire society over an obvious conflict of ideals, leadership, culture, etc. and and lost. Aldaric's vampire family this time was wiped out, and he himself was presumed to have also perished in the flames. However, he managed to survive, and over a few hundred years, he recovered, remade himself, and began hunting the purebloods with undeniable ire, feeding on their blood and gaining in power.

Today, he is a secret, coveted leader among the feral vampires, inspiring them to follow him, promising the blood of their vampire victims and vengeance as a reward for their loyalty. They coordinate attacks randomly on vampires of the society.

Extra: Has a hideout, motorbike, for story purposes mostly. Has some moral code holdover from his knighthood days and won't kill on holy ground.

Name: Octavius Fault

Species: Purebred Vampire

Age: Around 950 years
Appearance:

Personality:Octavius has always been seen as a charitable and kind person, using his personal funds to benefit Octus, The Society, and all vampires in general. In reality, Octavius has the sort of self-rightous zeal and eccentricity only the crazy and rich could function with. He is at least somewhat self-aware, seeing his own superiority complex through his thin veneer of kindness and charm, though he seems to be completely comfortable with, and even takes solace in all of this. He also tends to be incredibly possessive, and not very polite to those who mess with his possessions.

Equipment: Octavius doesn't carry much on his person. Generally, he only has his cane sword (it would be the same sort of design as in the image), his phone, and his wallet.

Background: Octavius was born to a rich pair of pures during what was basically the beginnings of The Society. His parents helped convince others to follow the doctrine of The Society, constantly traveling across europe and asia for close to 100 years. They spent almost every hiding from, or fighting hunters, sometimes being forced to add them to their brood.

By the early 1400s, They had finally settled down in England, building a large manor to house them and their accumulated brood of turned vampires. The Society had spread to such a degree that Vampires were thought to have gone extinct, or to maybe have never existed. Over the next number of years, the Fault family began to amass a large fortune, and a massive amount of vampires looking to them for guidance, and generally considering them the new center of The Society. Up to that point, The Society was nothing more than a doctrine, a list of rules, and a general idea, though it seemed that people wanted a force to keep everything in check, and keep as many Vampires alive as was possible.

This led to the formation of the Octus council, a group of 8 purebred Vampires who were among the most powerful and wise of their kind. They kept their identities secret, as a protective measure against Society's detractors. Both of Octavius' parents had been members since it's inception, but people new that, and some weren't very happy about it.

By the mid 1600s, many had gotten sick of the policies that Octus had put forward by that point, either they did very little, or they restricted Vampires too much. All of this unrest reached a head when the council agreed to outlaw direct conflict of any sort, be it between vampire and human, or just between vampires. Octus was rather against conflict, but failed to recognize the place that it had among vampiric culture. By the end of 1660, all 8 members had been tracked down and killed by hunters who had been tipped off.

Octus was completely restructured, and 8 new members were put in place in a meeting of over 100 purebreds, who cast their votes in secret, and the 8 members were informed of their new role by the single person who was tasked with counting the votes, Octavius. Of course, Octavius only got onto the council because he ignored the votes for a certain individual he was not too fond of, but, he isn't important right now.

Octavius was now in a position of power, to succeed where his parents had failed. He revealed himself only days after he was elected to the council, with the sort of attitude that people loved after after murdering all of their old leaders; Kind and reassuring. He only wanted to see the cheers on the faces of those who, mere weeks prior, were calling for the death of his parents.

By the late 1700s, Octavius had become extremely popular with most vampires for supporting favorable policies that restricted people as little as possible, while still enforcing the protection and continued survival of both humans and vampires.

Many Vampires had chosen to move to colonies in America by this point, which lead to a large number of vampires participating in the revolution. Octavius stayed out of it, but by the 1800s, he had been dragged to America by the rest of Octus. In 1830, The United States was declared as the new haven for vampires.

By the time of the Civil War, most vampires were on the side of the North, where many had made their homes among the newly industrialized towns and cities. The 8th law of Octus resulted from this period, pushed by Octavius. Most of the other members felt it was pointless, though.

Octavius enjoyed drifting through the late 1800s, and most of the 1900s in luxary. He built large companies through his brood of turned, which included some of of the biggest businesses in history. Their names and faces were lost to history, and the glory of those companies were accredited to those who were simply business partners.

While Octavius still claims large sums of money from those companies, he prefers to make his money in underground affairs. What exactly he does, no one knows, but then again, very few really even know he deals in illegal activities.

Upon the revalation that there was an epidemic of feral vampires, Octavius knew that they had no chance on their own. Octavius did the unthinkable, and brought a hunter to a meeting of Octus, and convinced the other members to sign addendums 10-1 and 10-2 into law.

Extra: Octavius' brood is rather large, and he controls them reasonably well. He tends to keep aout 50-100 somehwere nearby for protection. There are only a select few in his brood that he actually associates himself with, though. (If you want a turned vampire that's a part of Octavius' brood, go ahead. If you want to do that, but be close to Octavius, I suggest asking)

Name: "Ehren, Just Ehren."

Species: Feral Purebred Vampire

Age: Ehren was born in the early 12th century during the Middle Ages. He stopped aging at his prime at 27.

Appearance:


Covering the majority of his back, is a tattoo of a large tree - his family linage. The trunk runs along his spine, starting from his waist. The branches run along his ribs and shoulder blades, and one goes right over his left shoulder to end right over his heart where he honors his late wife, son, and unborn daughter. Branching down his right bicep his where he honors his late parents. There is one empty branch below that for his brother, though it is nameless, only for the sake of his brother's safety. In the center of the trunk lies his family crest as if it were carved into the bark. Each name was written in the natural lines of the tree so that it could only be read when carefully studied.

Personality: With fangs that are hard to hide, Ehren isn't one much for talking. He prefers to listen, and respond when necessary. He may be a bit more social when around his own kind, but he'd rather make allies than friends. For his lack of enthusiasm when it comes to conversation, he can be seen as cold and uncaring. Ehren spends a great deal to think logically instead of letting his emotions get in the way, which he believes is the reason his son was taken from him.

With the strict training he had as a child, he continues to hold the power it takes to stay sane while on his diet, but he may have outbursts with cruel intentions time to time. The outbursts usually occur not long after feeding, but die down as he goes back to human blood. It's one of the ways he battles his temptation of going mad, though each times proves to be harder and harder. He tries not to feed off of other ferals, but with a stubborn personality, he'll get what he needs no matter the cost.

Equipment: He carries a dagger, normally tucked into his boot. It's a family heirloom, one he's taken care of religiously for all these years. With his age and his diet, he tends to lean more towards his strength, though he's realizing that it's not much protection with modern weapons.

Around his neck is an old necklace made out of leather with a golden pendant of his family crest - something his wife gave to him when they found out they were pregnant.

Background: Born to a family with a high stature, Ehren got all the education and training he could ever need without leaving his family home. He learned under Scholasticism, and trained under all of the great war leaders of his time. It was a time where their secrets were out in the open, where those who did not know them feared them and those who did, worshiped them. They didn't bring about death, but instead - protection. They did as they promised, protecting their village during the night and hiring those they trusted during the day.

Ehren was one of the few that was blessed with the ability to have a family, even more so when the love of his life was able to give him a son. They were to continue on in place of his parents, using all that he's learned to protect those that were loyal to him. During a night when he was out with his 9 year old son, practicing the techniques of the longsword, a group of feral rouges burned through their village. There were too many of them for him and his men to fight off and it lead to the end of his reign, and the death of his family.

It was then when he heard the rumors of this "Society" and decided to seek it out, only if his true intentions were to find every rouge he could find just to cut them down in the failed attempts of mending his heart. He learned quickly that feeding on these rogues gave him great power, power that he should have had to protect his son. With no exception to the Laws of The Society, Ehren quickly found himself running from them. Already feeling the strength that comes with the new found diet, he refuses to give it up.

Now he is somewhat of a hunter himself, seeking out those that threaten his kind - vampire or human. If his kind is all that he had left to fight for, then at least it's something.

Extra: Ehren's diet doesn't only consist on vampire blood. When he feeds for sustenance, he feeds on humans. It's only when he hunts for rogues is when he feeds on vampire blood.

Ehren also enjoys being fed from, even though he wouldn't admit it. He gets a certain high off knowing that his life-force is currently running through someone else's veins with feelings of control and ownership.

Ehren has also never once used his wings before. With a very minor fear of heights (more so with the fear of lack of control of his wings), he refuses to take flight, in any circumstance.

Personality: There isn't much that identifies Jane as far as being a normal person goes but maybe that's why she's so unusual for a hunter. For a position that requires killing, the young woman is unusually kind. She can get stubborn and hardheaded at times when she's really determined to achieve something, sometimes to the point she can't see the obvious long term consequences to her actions. Although a little naive, from the hell that she's currently going through, she's learning to be less trusting and more cautious of the morality of the strangers she encounters.

Equipment:

- Taurus PT38S
- Silver-coated hunting knife
- Silver cross
- A picture of her brother in her wallet

Background: Jane shouldn't me considered a hunter; not in the least bit. Her name is very fitting for her: simple and unnoticeable. She's lived a rather normal life with two parents and a younger brother from a fairly average household. She went to school, not popular or unpopular, had a few friends, and went to an ordinary college a few hours drive away from home. Continuing the same process there, not much excitement happened in her life till her younger brother joined her at university three years in.

They weren't the closest growing up but they began to bond more once he lived with her in her apartment. Despite the fact he was eighteen and only three years younger than her, Jane had always felt the responsibility of being the older sibling; the responsibility of taking care of him and making sure he was safe.

Two weeks ago, she failed. It was a Saturday night and her brother was going to stay in while she hung out with her friends. When she returned, she found him lying on the ground unconscious in a pool of his own blood coming from two puncture wounds on the side of his neck with blood smeared all over his mouth. But he was alive. However, before she could call him an ambulance, he awoke.

Everything happened so quickly after that. He had gripped Jane by the throat and was choking her. He seemed to be intensely aware of everything: the pounding of the blood rushing beneath his fingertips, the smell of sweat that was coming out of every pore, his sister's strained breathing, the fear in her eyes. But the most prominent was the sweet smell of something he knew he'd have to cut open to get to.

For a few moments all he could focus on was the two warring sides of his mind, one telling him to hurry up and crush the girl's throat in and splatter the beautiful liquid he was so desperately craving, the other reminding him that this was his sister he was suffocating. With immense willpower, he dropped the wheezing girl.

Afraid of what he might do, the two agreed to keep him locked away in his room and his door blocked until they could figure out what was happening and who had done this to him. The plan didn't last long. A few hours later, Jane heard the breaking of glass coming from her brother's room and tried to get in. However, she didn't make it in time due to having to move all the heavy furniture they had used to barricade the door. Once she finally got in, he was gone and the window was broken.

Jane isn't sure if he ran away or whoever had attacked him earlier had come back for him but all she knew was she had to find him. Despite knowing they wouldn't be of any help, the girl called the police and submitted a missing person's report. After that she went to her local church and requested to speak to the reverend in hopes of getting answers on whatever had hurt her brother. After the service, he pulled her aside and told her the stories of vampires. He didn't know much aside from how to hurt them and something called The Society which knew more about the monsters.

Immediately after, Jane went to a hunting store and bought her two weapons before gathering all the money she had left and a picture of her brother and setting off to find someone from The Society to help her firstly find her brother and then change him back.

Extra: Jane has been lost for the last two weeks, both mentally and emotionally. She has yet to actually run into a vampire, much less kill anything. And the bruises from her brother's grip are still visible on the sides of her neck.