[CHAR] The Blood Compact

[Shikaru]

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[Shikaru]

Name: Magnus Shane

Age: 1255

Year Turned: 762

Gender: Male

Height: 6'1

Weight: 162 lbs

Appearance:


Personality: Magnus isn't an individual you'd describe as stable in the slightest, no far, far from it. Unless you'd consider a boulder teetering over the edge of a cliff stable, in which case by all means Magnus is the most stable individual you'd ever meet. Otherwise the man is entirely psychotic for the most part. He is intelligent, manipulative, and quite cunning to get what he wants. However, he simple isn't sane. He'd sooner serve you a glass of wine and talk about the weather and the next minute stab you in the throat and drink it from his glass.

He's a man who gets what he wants, one way or another. Killing, maiming, torture, extortion, kidnapping, you name it and he's more than likely done it. If all else fails he'll simply burn everything to the ground until he gets what he desires. That said, he's a tactical thinker. He'll usually either form plans on the fly or won't go in at all unless he at-least half asses a strategy against his opponent. It's simply how he's stayed alive long enough to be considered an Elder, and how he intends to stay alive long enough to eventually get his own seat on the Council of the Ancients.

History:
Magnus once wasn't nearly as mentally unstable as he was now, not in the slightest. In his youth he was actually quite the cheerful young child, having a lot of fun playing with his friends while also wanting to learn more about the world around him. Even at a young age Magnus was a rather critical thinker, being observant of his surroundings and always wondering what mysteries objects held, a better way to use them, or simply better ways to go about his normal day to day life.

Even when he was turned at the age of twenty two Magnus retained his sense of reason and logic, at first rejecting his vampirism and starving himself until his body and mind forced him to feed whether he liked it or not. Though, it turned out...he did like it. Not the process, not by far. He simply liked the taste and smell of human blood. From that point on he would kill when he needed to, in secret as most vampires did, always moving from city to city to be sure not to arouse any suspicion and usually leaving his kills to look more like a normal human murder than something caused by a vampire.

Magnus if anything was smart, no one ever caught on to his evil doings as far as he was aware, and he was able to live a comfortable and well off lifestyle from money he saved and stole from his kills. Over the years however his mental stability would start to decline as his powers would develop. This would be primarily be due to his telepathy developing, the man able to hear the thoughts of hundreds of people around him uncontrollably. Thankfully later on this would settle down and he would be able to block that portion of his power entirely, only using it when needed. Instead, he developed the ability to mentally project his own thoughts and images to others' minds in order to seamlessly create illusions that seemed almost just like reality.

Over the next several hundred years he would hone this ability, though for the most part he focused on intensive training to enhance his top speed as much as he could. This made him somewhat weaker physically than most vampires, but he was generally also faster. His training continued for a while until he felt he was sufficient in his abilities to simply move on to a daily regime than devoting his life to it.

Cue the modern era and the recent attacks, Magnus has been cultivating his own small army of vampires in preparation of what will inevitably lead to war. He does all of this whilst living his normal peaceful life in his large home, under the guise of a wealthy investor who merely inherited a large sum of money and played his cards right with no one the wiser.

Likes:

Getting his way
Killing
Screams of dying humans
Cake
Wine

Dislikes:

Whiny people, they tend to die
Dry cake
Plans not going correctly
People coming up with better ideas than him

Fears:
Not living long enough to see his master plan of global domination fulfilled.

Powers:

Standard telepathy with thought and imagery projection. Magnus HAS the capability to read minds however he doesn't do it often. Instead rather than read thoughts, he projects his own. From simple words to full fledged hallucinations of himself speaking to people or other such things. He has to stand still when projecting imagery, leaving him vulnerable. However unless the victim is particularly strong willed then the illusions will very much seem like reality.

Magnus has the ability to put strain on his body by controlling his very cells to give him a short burst of speed over what he is already capable of. It's not that much more, but in a pinch it's very useful. Doing so will weaken him if he uses it over an extended period of time, thus he usually only uses it as a form of finisher or to retreat.

Finally, Magnus has the ability to break his cells down and form a highly toxic as well as hallucinogenic substance that takes the form of a mist when he breathes. This is deadly at close range and still harmful no matter where you are or how much you inhale, though small quantities at best just lead to mild hallucinations for a brief period of time. Primarily this power is used up close on his opponents when they think they've pinned him and are ready to end his life due to the fact that prolonged use of this ability severely weakens him physically.

Gear:

Magnus wields a dual set of claws that take the form of iron plated leather gloves. The blades on the claws are made out of a almost indestructible titanium alloy, are serrated, around 7 inches in length, and are retractable when not in use. A simple button push will cause the claws to both extend and retract. Beyond this Magnus simply has a cellphone.

Strengths:

Extremely agile and dexterous, very much capable of parkour feats.
Incredibly crafty, cunning, and a tactical thinker. Able to form plans at a moments notice.
Knows when retreating is the best alternative to fighting.

Weaknesses:

Not as strong as most vampires physically, though it's not an incredible amount it is noticeable and exploitable.
At times can be a bit too determined and will actually continue to fight, even when it's clear he might lose.
Actually easily provoked if you push him enough. Tends to lose all sense of reason beyond a certain point of injury as well, entering a more berserk like state until his target is dead or he simply cannot fight anymore.
Other:

[Kazemitsu]

Name: Tristan

Age: Hasn't kept track

Height: 6'7

Weight: Roughly 300-350lbs

Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality:
Tristan comes from a time where might makes right, and he has a lot of might to throw around. The vampire is very set in his ways, only adapting what he felt was needed in as the ages marched on. Aside from times barely affecting those mannerisms he's a very blunt individual. Choosing the short and to the point over the long and flowery. His mind is far to brutal for honor, making others wary around him and his violent nature. All of this is hidden behind a calm facade he has constructed to help protect himself and his interests.

Biography:
Tristan chooses not to remember much of his past. Only the parts that defined who he is and how he acts. He can't quite place when he came from, just that weapons, armor, and dwellings were very crude. As time progressed things became more civilized and he barely changed along with it, staying a barbarian. Even in the current day his more primal urges lurk just beneath the surface that rarely gets indulged thanks to that damned Covenant. He hates it but he's just one of many vampires completely outnumbered by those willing to uphold it. So he bides his time, interacting with those who could possibly change things. Either strong-arming them or destroying them outright to get things to go back to when they were. When humans were free to kill and violence reigned.

Faction/Side: Sides with his own kind.

Abilities:

• Shadow Mold: Being a vampire means darkness is your ally and he uses it more effectively than most. He seemingly vanishes in a cloud of black smoke between shadows. He pretty much teleports roughly five to ten feet through shadows so long as he is touching one. It's exceptionally draining if he does this numerous times in quick succession.
• Shaded Regeneration: His healing factor is higher than most vampires. Limbs blown off seem to mold from the shadows where his limb used to be until fully healed. This takes from mere moments to half an hour depending on how severe the damage is to the stump.
• Overdrive: Assuming he's backed into a corner this kicks up. His physical capabilities double for a short while. After it's done he's left helpless, nearly drained of all energy for who knows how long.

Skills:

• Blademaster: He's been using blades of various styles for decades upon decades. They hold no more secrets from him and are his preferred weapon. From the lowly knife to the mighty zweiheinder he's used and mastered them all.
• Dead-eye: He has excellent hand-eye coordination, allowing him to throw and hit his target. Or shoot whatever it is he's aiming at. He prefers more ancient weaponry such as throwing knives/axes and bows/crossbows.
• Expert Rider: He's been riding and taming animals for a very, very, long time. If it can be saddled he can ride it without difficulties. His preferred mode of transportation honestly.

Strengths:

• Vampiric Physique: He has the typical vampire gauntlet of physical capabilities. Enhanced strength, speed, and endurance. His strength and endurance however are higher than most since he has been constantly training himself and getting wounded.
• CQC: He's an expert at CQC, preferring to stay in close and dominate his opponents with strength and skill.
• Lucky: It's less of a strength and more of sheer luck. He has stupid amounts of luck on his side. Maybe Lady Luck likes him.

Weaknesses:

• Typical Vampire: He's not a particularly large fan of the sun, it starts to burn after a little while. Holy emblems wielded by true believers give him pause, not just the christian cross. He's exceptionally combustible. Lastly is silver content causes lasting damage.
• Attractive Women: He's a sucker for a beautiful woman. He has few problems being led around by them until he gets stabbed in the back. Literally.
• Violent: He's exceptionally violent, especially towards other males. He's still stuck in the mental age where you beat the tar out of other men to take or attract a mate.

Likes:

• Weapon upkeep, it's sort of like therapy for him.
• Combat, a good romp and slaughter is always fun. Especially if the soon to be dead fight back.
• Darkness, it's his preferred element. Staying in the shadows of night where it's all calm and cool.

Dislikes:

• His clothes being ruined, it's all leather and difficult to repair.
• Tarnish or rust building up on any form of weaponry.
• Sunlight, aside from it harming vampires he hates its warmth and energetic time.

Other: He has a stable full of various breeds of horses he enjoys taking care of and riding around.

[Shoe Thief]

Hank Miller

Name:
Hank Miller

Age:
46 Years old

Height:
6'2"

Weight:
212 lbs of pure muscle! And maybe some beer but we ignore that part.

Race:
Hank is a human. He'd probably lose his mind as anything else.

Gender:
Hank is a Male

Appearance:
Hank is a tall well built man with a strong frame to him. Though he does have a slight beer gut to him he is still more then strong enough to overlook that. For the most part he is Hunting, meaning he is in some pretty hard core gear. Things like a black fire resistant Trench coat, modified body armor made to withstand blunt force rather then bullets, a gas mask with noise filtered headsets and a filter meant to handle some pretty hard core stuff, and his old combat pants from his short time in the Marine Corpse.

With out the excessive gear Hank looks more or less like an old man getting ready to retire, despite the fact most people don't retire until they are a lot older then he is. He is a Caucasian male with a poorly groomed dark brown beard, with an ungroomed set of hair to match. His eyes are regularly blood shot due to lack of sleep and stress issues, and if anyone were to see underneath his heavy gear they would notice a collection of scars and burns across his body. Some from bullets, some from what looks like wild animals. From time to time though someone may catch him wearing reading glasses, he refuses to wear them outside of his home though as they tend to break a lot. Enough so that his current pair is just a set of multiple broken ones.

Sexuality:
He will never admit this but he is open to his options.

Personality:
Hank is a man who is broken by his past. Forced into a line of work he would never have imagined because he has no idea what else to do. He is not fond of making friends, having a new family, or opening up his emotions to others. Despite this he does find himself working with people in hopes to gain information he needs to get the job done.

That is his main goal in life, just his job done. That job right now is to destroy those who would hurt the innocent. Mainly he aims to kill the Vampire that had attacked his family years ago. Because of this though he tends to be protective of those he feels are not able to protect themselves, he would lay down his life for this idea. He tends to get a bit aggressive to others when he feels they are being unreasonable, even if they are being reasonable. He always seems on the move, always trying to get something done, never done with his list of things to do.

He tends to lose patience easily, he tends to starts fights a lot, he also believes he can end fights he is in. And his ego shows it. When he does rarely open up about his emotions he tends to be a total mess. Attempting to hide behind an emotional killing machine only goes so far before one tends to lose it.

Biography:
Hank growing up was a trouble maker. He has two counts of grand theft auto, a single count of possession of an illegal substance, a single count for obsession of an illegal firearm, which was dropped, and one case that was later decided manslaughter. The rest is not going to be found on any records. By the time he had gotten out of high school he had been arrested again, and was given a choice. Join up, or get locked up. He didn't like the later so Marines it was.

At the age of 20, he held his own, he was the second best marksmen on his platoon, and he was a qualified pistol marksmen. Hand to Hand he tended to go to far when sparing but he had decent scores there too. He did lack patience when it came to his emotions though. He would also get into loud verbal disagreements with his commanding officers a lot. Surprisingly he was able to hold the Rank of Staff Sergeant despite his many arguments.

By the time he was in his mid twenties he has seen action several times over. For the most part he was able to keep some self control during his time. While on leave he met a woman named Fiona Terra. His soon to be wife, and soon to be the mother of his first kid. A few more years went on and he became the father to a second child. After his younger child's second Birthday he made a promise to Fiona that this was going to be his last deployment, and he was going to be done. He was going to get a job as an electrical engineer and they were going to live in a nice house and there would be no more stress about when or if Hank was coming home.

It was his last deployment. But his unit was not sent over seas, instead they were sent into an airport in New York City. Hanks Unit getting ready to be deployed were the closest reaction force with qualified training to handle what was believed to be a terrorist take over. So they geared up and flew in, The covenant would arrive less then an hour later to finish the situation. Hanks Unit was inside for about fifteen minutes.

Inside was a blood bath, literally. Every other step Hank was slipping on blood from some poor soul who it had belonged too. It was close to three in the morning, with the amount of blood in here there was no way there would be any hostages left. No way in hell. Seemed all too much like what Hank thought was hell. Hanks unit soon saw action again as they dealt with a small band of vampires who had attempted to start their own uprising, but were forced to stay within the airport.

The battle was short, our of the crew and soldiers of 30 who went in, Hank and five others left alive. Many of which would be disabled or maimed in some other way if they were lucky. Hank Debates on how lucky he was. He had landed a lucky shot on one of the Vampires square in the face, and before they could react again he had unlaoded his magazine into it. At the time he had no idea what he was dealing with, part of his had a guess but he still had no way to know for sure.

Before Hank was sent back home on medical leave for some minor injuries he had obtained, the vampire he had injured had been able to track his profile down to where he had lived. And instead of finding Hank asleep, he found a woman and her two kids. His two kids. Long story short, Hank uncovered what is left of them the next day when he is finally allowed home.

Hank from that point on invested every penny he had to his name and started hunting down things that like to hunt in the night. Mostly vampires, but werewolves are not excluded, nor are humans.

Faction/Side:
There is no real easy way to put it. So I shall use Hank to explain it.
"I kill things that kill others. That may make me a hypocrite, but fuck you too."

Abilities:
Hank needs no abilities. His ego will work enough.

Skills:
*Guns. Simple enough, he is a qualified rifle and pistol marksmen.
*Hand to hand, though he tends to get aggressive and let his ego take over at time, he is still a decent hand to hand fighter.
*Slight mechanical skills, not amazing skills but enough that he can say he doesn't need a mechanic and regret it later
*Low level electrical skills, he isn't bad at it, but he is inexperienced.
*Hank tried chemistry, mostly to learn how thermite was made. It worked more or less, but he has no idea how to weaponize it. Or fix the hole in his floor.
*Improvisation and planning, Hank likes being prepared, or being ready for when he isn't prepared. That has helped his planning on the fly skills.

Strengths:
*He is physically strong
*He is good with guns
*He is an overall good fighter
*Hank is good at hiding his tracks
*He avoid taxes

Weaknesses:
*He has an ego problem
*Hank is a bit of an emotional train wreck
*He thinks he can do more then he actually can
*He is bad at being a people person despite his many tries
*He is wanted for tax evasion and so he needs to stay off the grid more often

Likes:
*Guns
*Books
*Other Weapons
*Revenge
*The feeling from completing a task
*Long road trips
*Any food that is not a frozen meal or Ramon noodles.

Dislikes:
*Vampires
*People
*Werewolves
*Snipers
*Taxes (For a lot of reasons)
*Planes
*Superiors
*Enemy superiors
*Power hungry anything really
*Anyone or thing that kills for sport, he thinks there should always be some better reason.

Other:
*Hank tends to hide a lot of weapons on himself and his home.
*His home is an old RV with some overpriced modifications to it.
*He is a huge Johnny Cash fan

[thewizardguy]

Johnathan Mayes

Name: Johnathan Mayes

Age: 25

Height: 1.8m (6ft)

Weight: 78kg

Race: Vampire (newblood)

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Sexuality: why is this a question?

Personality:
This world is a boring place, filled with boring little people. Vampires, humans, they're all just pawns in the game of life. Johnathan isn't content just being a cog in the machine, he want to run the place. He'll kill, cheat, lie and steal just to prove that he can, and he'll do it all over again just to prove it's easy to him. Everything in life is a game, nothing to be taken all too seriously, but it's a game that Johnathan intends to win. Malicious thoughts are hidden behind his smiling and calm façade as he laughs at the suffering of the world. He'll be polite to the end, smiling to your face even as he slides in the knife. Not because he hates you, and certainly not because of some silly ideology, but simply because he felt like it.

Biography:
Growing up in a world that moved too slow for him, Johnathan's youth was a boring one, especially for him. He skipped several classes and majored at a very young age. Everything seemed to come easy to him, so he decided to look for a challenge. Interested in strategy, as well as science, he joined the military. He rose through the ranks fairly quickly, demonstrating to be a good soldier and an excellent commander. It was his skills in handling strange and complicated situations that drew the attention of the Covenant, and initially caused them to accept him into their fold. While not a full member he became one of their military contacts, responsible for providing them with equipment, backup, and occasionally covering up their activities. He relished these duties, greatly enjoying the challenge of balancing his covert actions with his duties as military officer. Rising through the ranks he became an important tactician and advisor both in the standard military and to the Covenant, occasionally even directly assisting in planning missions. At one point he was even put on a government-funded team dedicated to taking care of vampire actions called Soldier. Unfortunately the initiative failed for political reasons, and the makeshift organization swiftly fell apart.

Of course, this couldn't last. On one of the missions he was involved with Johnathan's men managed to capture a live vampire, who was dragged back to his personal little 'bunker'. His behaviour got stranger and stranger as he began commissioning researchers for his own little projects. While he'd previously helped design specialist gear for the Covenant he was now doing other and stranger things, culminating in a stunning act of betrayal. One day he just vanished, taking with him all of his men and all of his equipment. Even when exerting it's not inconsiderable resources it took the Covenant a while to figure out exactly what had happened. His men were intensely loyal, and the Covenant's moles had either defected or disappeared.

About a week later a caravan of trucks with Johnathan in the lead arrived at Magnus' proverbial front gate. Unloading a large amount of military-grade hardware and several captives he demanded to be given command of Magnus' army. While nobody knows exactly how Magnus responded to this, later Covenant reports indicate that Johnathan does perform some form of command function within Magnus' forces. In addition these reports would indicate that Johnathan apparently went through Magnus' entire army finding a suitable sire to vamp him, and then had that sire killed to prevent himself from being influenced. Stories also indicate that he's working on combining vampiric bloodlines, experimenting with werewolf DNA, and designing technology to abuse the more unusual properties of vampires. At one point Johnathan sent a captured Covenant agent back to the Covenant with a letter of apology for his defection, declaring that it was getting boring, and that he intended to live forever. It was signed with ' - your future ruler, Johnathan Mayes'.

Faction/Side: Magnus' Vampires

Abilities:
When examining the different vampiric bloodlines and their abilities, Johnathan opted to become a Gabriellan vampire. His body is still 'alive' and he can be killed by severe damage to his vital organs, although he has a superhuman healing factor. While both his speed and strength are superhuman they aren't nearly as impressive as some of the older vampires. Rather the Gabriellan vampires specialize in mental abilities, and Johnathan uses this in order to psychically influence those who look into his eyes. The ancient vampire power of mesmerising their prey. Using this he can make people speak the truth, cause people to become more loyal to him, paralyze his enemies and even mind control people if they're willpower is weak.

Skills:
Highly knowledgeable in a variety of fields, usually in the natural sciences. He possesses some of the greatest knowledge of vampire and werewolf biology in the world, and has extensively studied vampire abilities. In addition to this he possesses a great strategic mind, being a dangerous opponent on the battlefield for his ability to trick and outmanoeuvre opponents. Physically speaking he has military training and is a skilled hand-to-hand combatant/marksman. Lastly but perhaps most importantly is his social aptitude, the ability to read and manipulate people with ease. It's this ability that grants him his followers.

Strengths:
Didn't I kind of go over this up there?

Weaknesses:
- Arrogant to the max
- can't use his abilities in sunlight
- Dies instantly if a wooden or cold iron stake is plunged in his heart
- Unwavering faith, especially of the religious kind, negates his influencing powers.

Likes:
- Willing Pawns
- Interesting People
- Drama
- Winning

Dislikes:
- Incompetence
- Predictable People
- People who don't know their place
- Losing

Other: Meet Stein + Johnathan, remade as a sort of Evil Sherlock. Enjoy.

[BlackPanther]

Vladimir

Name: Vladimir

Age: 1200

Height: 6 foot 1

Weight: 200 lbs

Race: Vampire werewolf hybrid

Gender: male

Appearance:
-Vladimir has olive toned skin with cool grey eyes. His body is muscular but can be hidden somewhat by a hoodie or large fitting clothes. His hair is pie bald in that it's raven black with a stark white stripe covering his left eye. In his left ear there is a silver hoop earring.

Sexuality: straight

Personality:
-Vladimir is a bit complicated. He seems to be a sarcastic cynical jerk outwardly. But, if he forms a relationship or cares deeply about someone he shows a more compassionate side. This is a rarity though.

Biography:
"Oh my history huh? Well I was born to a werewolf and a vampire. That being said my mother had a tough time raising me. Keeping my vampire side hidden was hard but she managed to do so until I was 22. I had stopped aging at 21 but what really gave it away was when I had a bought of blood lust. My vampire half was fully exposed and I was chased out of the pack. It was really hard on me but I don't know if it was worse for my mother.

From there I was nomadic. Often hunting for food and traveling. That's when I learned about pirates. That was a lengthy time and some stuff happened. Went from war to war from there on.

Fast forward to this blood compact. Interesting stuff. I decided to give myself over to a cause. In this case the covenant. I'm a sort of weapon for them.

Faction/Side:

Abilities:
-Shapeshifting: able to shift into his werewolf form at will along with a vampire shape.
-Strength
-Vampire Speed
-Daylight: He is able to go into sunlight without dying
-Anti aging: He stopped aging after 21 years of age
-Healing: an extremely active healing ability. Sounds like spiders as he heals.
-Enhanced senses.

Skills:
-Parkour
-Hand to hand combat
-Sword skills
-Sailing

Strengths:
-Charm?: he's quite the silver tongue
-Himself

Weaknesses:
-Iron: iron is his major weak point. Able to slow down his healing and able to kill him if aimed at a major organ. It effects him to the point where touching iron burns him the same as the sun would to other vampires. He keeps a healthy distance
-Blood: he stopped feeding on human blood quite some time ago....being around it too long can result in blood lust.
-His past: he doesn't like speaking about it but at one point he had a wife. A wife whom was killed brutally after he was found out as a monster. He lost it and murdered the entire town never to look back.

Likes:
-Being busy
-Hunting
-being alone
-rum

Dislikes:
-Iron
-Planes
-People

Other:
-While he enjoys being busy and will occasionally help a team he much prefers being alone.
-he has no need for money thanks to his horde of treasure kept in various locations that he occasionally donates pieces from to a museum.
-stabbing him is like stabbing wax. His blood is thick and black....tastes awful.
-smells like wet dog...which exposes his hybrid nature.
-sterile: can neither produce the natural way nor can his venom turn. Rather the venom is diluted and can only stop pain.

[Heretic]

Carolyn James

Name:

Carolyn Denise James

Age:

32

Height:

5'4

Weight:

125 lbs

Race:

Human

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

For the most part, Carolyn is a woman of few words. She's the type to observe as opposed to engage in conversation. Having such traits doesn't necessarily mean that Carolyn is anti-social as she enjoys spending time with friends and loved ones, but she's usually laconic compared to those around her. Being one who's learned to hold her tongue has given Carolyn the patience that other individuals lack.

Even though Carolyn is quiet and pensive, she's knows when to speak up. Carolyn won't stand for hate or injustice and is very bold to point out anything she may disagree with.

Biography:

Carolyn had a relatively normal childhood growing up. She was constantly warned about the dangers of interacting with "creatures" (as her mother always described them) and as a result, she was sheltered for the majority of the time she lived under the same roof as her parents. In school, Carolyn had a decent number of friends, but she only hung out with them occasionally as she preferred staying in and reading a good book to the alternative. Her interest in reading nearly anything she came across led her to excel in school, and as she became older, she won a scholarship at the local university to join the geography program.

Because her parents were always over-protective of their only daughter, Carolyn was constantly made to join various self-defense classes which progressively became more extreme as she got older. They also bought her a gun so she could learn how to shoot, and she actually enjoyed having control of such a small weapon that had the potential to do so much damage. Unbeknownst to her parents, Carolyn started dating someone in her mid twenties after she started her career as an environmental consultant. His name is Lucas Beaufont, and he's a vampire.

Faction/Side:

Torn between two sides.

Skills:

Carolyn's a hell of a shot with pistols. She also has some basic hand-to-hand and close quarters combat training under her belt.

Strengths:

Resilient

Caring

Trustful

Weaknesses:

Completely blind in her left eye

Does not know where her loyalties lie and is susceptible to being manipulated

Likes:

Meditation

Exercise

Books

Poetic Justice

Animals

Her job

Dislikes:

Liars, cheats, etc.

Unnecessary drama

Violence towards the weak

Beer

Coffee

Other:

N/A

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias Varomere

Name: Mithias A. Varomere
Age: 700
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 167
Race: Vampire
Gender: M
Appearance:

Mithias has fairly white skin and long black straight hair, sometimes tied behind him. His eyes are a golden yellow.

Personality: Mithias has lived for a long time and has spent a lot of it alone and in quiet contemplation outside of the major events of history. He asked to be made at a time when vampires were considered to be the antithesis of God, spawn of the Devil, and the epitome of evil incarnate, assuming one believed in the supernatural. Much of the populace did at the time. To become a vampire was to turn from the light and surrender one's soul entirely to damnation. This is what Mithias chose, but not entirely without reason. It wasn't despair nor fear of death nor avarice that drove him to abandon his race, but the love for his family and for the innocent and weak that were being trampled and slaughtered thoughtlessly by the warmachine that ran under the guise of organized religion. Once a protector of humanity, Mithias found himself betrayed and abused by the society that raised him, with everyone he knew cast aside to their deaths like dispensible trash as the Knights Templar suddenly became targets of the Inquisition. Using the dark gifts he had been granted, Mithais was able to prevent the events that would have summarily ended his human bloodline, his family, but he himself was forever changed and eternally indebted to a powerful monster.

Honor and righteousness yet remain known to to once-knight, although no force binds him to any moral code any longer. Yet, he has never persued excess or power in the human world, preferring to take only what he needs. Mithias is appalled by heartlessness and takes no pleasure in the suffering of others. He bears a protective nature and is moved occasionally by vengeance. For many years, decades really, he was very lonely. His pale skin and unnatural eyes kept him from mingling with humanity, even his own descendants, even in the light of day. It took centuries before he made another vampire from his own blood, but he did, twice, but those are stories for another time. Mithias is intelligent, responsible, and organized, and has acquired many resources of his own over the centuries living as a free and independant vampire.

Biography: Mithias currently resides in Tenneesse, where he is able to keep watch over a very specific sect of his direct descendants. A Varomere, son or grandson of his, was one of the first founding members of the occult Covenant. All subsequent descendants have been marked for Covenancy ever since, and Varomere became an established name among vampire hunters. Mithias found this intriguing and followed his descendants closely, aiding them, yet always keeping himself at a safe distance. Certain members of the Covenant consider him a legendary ally, yet others would just as soon see him destroyed. It was on one such occasion while fraternizing with the enemy that Mithias encountered an elder vampire, one Lord Bedivere, last knight and acting steward of Camelot. The two have built a significant association in recent times, both being uniquely aware of the existence of truly ancient vampires and both direct inheritors of such potent blood.

Faction/Side: Mithias is through and through, a vampire, and he has no intention that his kind should be eliminated from the face of the Earth. He sees within vampires the potential for nobility and a meaningful use of their immortality and power. He strives to better the race as the perfect gods of the night that they seem meant to be. That being said, he will not hesitate to kill any human or vampire that has completely abandoned all semblance of morality and humanity. His goal is to maintain balance, if not peace.

Abilities:

Mind Ward - Mithias has the ability to prevent his mind from being read or influenced or even detected by other supernatural creatures. It's pretty much on all the time.

True Son of Gabriel - Mithias can communicate telepathically, read others' thoughts, and partially mind-control mortals. It works like dominate in vampire the masquerade or the spell in D&D, or perhaps like a temporary hypnotization affect. It takes some effort and can be resisted by strong willed mortals or immortals.

Vengeance Flame - Mithais can will spontaneous combustion and control fire.

Fast healing - Standard.
Supernatural speed - Standard.
Enhanced endurance - Standard.

Skills and Strengths:

Swordskill - Having been originally a knight in medieval times and personally understanding of the difficulty in killing such creatures as werewolves and other vampires, Mithias is fully aware of the need to be martially proficient. Although vampirism has granted him profound strength and speed, it is only technique and practice that gives him an edge against an otherwise equal foe. With guns and explosives not being invented until centuries later, Mithias focused on training with cutting weapons, learning to sustain himself in potentially drawn out battles where wounding his enemy and defending himself would pay off in his enemy dying of bloodloss. Severing limbs and decapitation were far more effective against a supernatural than a failed heartstrike and became part of his strategy. Mithias created his own style dual weilding two shorter katana-like swords of his own construction which are his favored weapons.

Whip. Handguns. Driving. Piloting. Other basic expected skills.

Weaknesses:

Although able to manipulate fire, Mithias can still be burned and has to be cautious.
Mithias fears the potential uses of mind-control and therefore avoids it.
Like most vampires, if starved, bloodthirst takes over and he will kill to feed.
Not as strong as a lot of other vampires.
Has difficulty passing for a human.
Has diminished vision, strength, speed, reflexes, and healing in bright sunlight.

Likes: Peace and quiet, nature, the sound of a steady heartbeat, honesty and integrity, watching his descendants both vampire and human. Order. Honorable combat.

Dislikes: wastefulness, violence, a bad liar, willful ignorance, abuse of power, corrupt mass organizations. Disrespect to elders. Ostentatious presentation.

Other: https://youtu.be/efgo-fawGLA

[ayzrules]

Eloise Wilhelmina Portsmouth

Name: Eloise Wilhelmina Portsmouth

Age: 175 (appears in her late twenties)

Height: 5 feet and 2 inches

Weight: 65 pounds

Race: Nosferatu/Vampire

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Eloise always been somewhat scrawny due to her family's financial hardships. She stands at a mere five feet and two inches, and there was always something fragile-looking about her-like a strong gust of wind could blow her away. She has wavy, dirty blonde hair ending just under her shoulder blades that was usually pulled back from her face in a messy bun, though as of late it has been thin and brittle. Her eyes were a bright, shining blue before she was changed, but they have since turned watery and listless. Eloise has a pale complexion, and her cheekbones jut out of her face like knives. Eloise has a frail, diminutive stature and has frequently been described as "bird-like". Before her life (or should I say unlife?) went to hell in a hand basket, Eloise was never anywhere without a cheerful smile on her face. Nowadays, she can't even remember the last time she wasn't hungry or scared.

After being turned into a vampire, Eloise has become unhealthily thin and gaunt, her skin stretched tightly over her hollow cheeks. She has also become much paler, even for a vampire's standards. Her expression always appears to be nervous and anxious, and her eyes flit around the room erratically, filled with wariness and a thinly veiled fear. There is a haggard air to her, and Eloise looks like she barely has the energy to stay on her feet. She walks with a heavy limp.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: Scared. That's how most people describe Eloise when they first see her. Scared and frightened and weak. Nervous, anxious, apprehensive; timid.

Eloise herself can't remember much beyond the fear and exhaustion and hunger that pervades every fiber of her being, most days.

Once upon a time, she had been a gentle, cheerful woman who ran a bakery with her husband. Once upon a time, she had children she loved and happiness in her heart.

But that woman is gone.

Ever since she was changed, Eloise has been meek and obedient, her fearful, melancholy eyes perpetually lowered submissively. She keeps her head down and does what she's told without complaint. She doesn't speak unless spoken to. She doesn't ask for anything, and she makes herself scarce unless someone summons her.

Before, Eloise was carefree and kind. She was always an optimist, and she stubbornly saw the good in everything. Friendly, talkative, and impulsive, Eloise lived to laugh and loved to live. She was known to welcome anyone and everyone into the bakery that she and her husband ran with open arms. She was quite a gossip, but never in a mean-spirited way, and she would never, /ever/ intentionally hurt anyone's feelings. Loyal to people (but not ideas, nor causes), Eloise had been as flighty as a bird and as chirpy as one, too. An excellent listener despite her loquacious nature, Eloise was well-liked by the people of her village and famous for her delicious blueberry scones.

Before.

Now, though, Eloise knows there isn't much too her other than the never-ending cycle of pain and exhaustion and hunger and fear. She lives only because her sire allows it, and she is well-aware of this fact.

Eloise has become skittish and afraid, jumping at the slightest sounds and as timid as a mouse. She has begun to unconsciously try to shrink into the corners and make herself appear small and insignificant in order to avoid confrontation. Eloise doesn't really have a personality besides deferential obedience. She is a shadow of a shadow of a shadow of her former self-indeed, Eloise has been through enough to last her twenty lifetimes.

Biography: Eloise had always known that vampires existed.

Everyone in her village knew this: after all, it was a Covenant base in the middle of the secluded English countryside, selected for its proximity to London. The Covenant needed to keep an eye on the vampires of London, after all. The name of the village doesn't matter; it's gone now, and besides, Eloise doesn't know if she remembers the name of it anyway.

Some days, she doesn't even remember her own name.

But more on that later.

Eloise had a happy childhood, though her family was on the poorer side. All the people of her village were poor, minus the members of the Covenant. They were extravagantly rich. All the young men talked of joining the Covenant; joining meant glory and gold. It meant instant fame (at least, in a tiny little village in the English countryside) and the admiration of their fellow villagers. They always seemed to forget the whole part about hunting and killing vampires, though.

Eloise had many friends as a child, but her best friend was a tall brunette named Sarah. Nobody was sure why or how they became friends-Sarah was quiet where Eloise was irritatingly talkative; as steadfast as a mountain where Eloise was as flighty as a bird. The two were inseparable growing up, and even if Eloise can't remember Sarah's name half the time, she still remembers her soft laugh and twinkling brown eyes and comforting presence.

Eloise married the baker's son, John Portsmouth, when she was sixteen. She had children with him-three, in fact-but their names elude her, on most days. She remembers their faces, though, and she holds the memories tight and close when she's conscious enough to think and remember. Eloise loved John; he was kind and sweet and funny, and he made the best bread in the entire world. She was happy with him. That much, she remembers.

Sarah, on the other hand...when Eloise was twenty and Sarah twenty-one (and unmarried!), she joined the Covenant. It turned out that she had some distant aunt or uncle in the Covenant, which made her eligible to join, provided she go through all the required training. Although Eloise didn't see Sarah as often after that, their friendship never wavered.

Then, the winter of 1870 rolled around. It was one of the coldest yet, and one night, Eloise came home to her beloved bakery to find-

-to find an evil, sinister form hunched over her husband's body, blood dripping from its fangs, Eloise's three lovely little children already dead-

-and the thing looked up at stared right at Eloise with emerald-green eyes that glittered like ice in the moonlight-

-and faster than humanly possible, the vampire had Eloise in her impossibly strong hands, and a searing pain tore up the side of Eloise's neck, and she thought that she was going to die, right then and there. But instead, the vampire turned Eloise, and suddenly she was weak with hunger, longing for the taste of human blood.

Eloise's sire is (was? Eloise isn't so sure if she's alive anymore) a vampire named Stella Havisham. After Eloise was turned, Stella immediately etched a rune into Eloise's forearm that bound her will to Eloise. From then on, Eloise would have to obey everything that Stella said.

Stella was a frighteningly powerful vampire who, along with binding others to her will, could manipulate pain (namely, transferring pain from one person to another). She was also a skilled assassin, sent to Eloise's village to kill a few key members of the Covenant. Stella had learned of Eloise's connection to Sarah, and Eloise became a pawn in Stella's plans to expel the Covenant from the village. At first, Stella ordered Eloise to do nothing more than cook and clean (which was still a nerve-wracking task, especially since Stella had quite a ferocious temper in those days), and she forbade Eloise from drinking enough blood on purpose; Eloise was to be nothing more than a temporary storage place for pain that Stella could readily transfer to her opponents in a fight. She needed Eloise's fast vampiric healing to be nearly nonexistent for her plan to work.

The last time that Eloise ever saw Sarah, she had been so hungry that just the smell of human blood made her dizzy. She remembers a heavy bucket and a well an hour before sunrise; the scent of blood and the the feeling of snow soaking through her thin skirts as she fell to her knees, her fangs elongating as the hunger moved through her in waves; Sarah's horrified face, the sound of her own voice weakly begging for help, Sarah's retreating footsteps and the snow feeling strangely warm against her gaunt, bruised limbs. And then Eloise's head starts to hurt and she can't remember anything except pain and exhaustion and hunger.

Shortly after that incident occurred, Stella beat Eloise bloody and then locked her in the cellar before leaving the house. Eloise didn't understand what was going on until the pain was suddenly sucked out of her, leaving her exhausted and empty.

When Stella returned, she ordered Eloise to clean the blood off her blades.

And so the years passed like this. Stella moved back to London, bringing Eloise with her, after finishing her work in Eloise's village. Eloise cooked and cleaned and obeyed, and Stella did nothing but hurt her. Eventually, she grew too weak to perform even simple household tasks, so Stella simply locked her in a closet or cellar and summoned her when she needed Eloise to feel pain. Ever since the 1950s, Stella has simply left Eloise chained to the wall in the cellar, and Eloise spends most of her time in a half-conscious haze. She doesn't have the energy to think, and remembering hurts too much. Stella keeps her alive-just barely-and Eloise's enhanced healing still works, technically, though it doesn't do more than keep her half-alive at this point.

Recently, though, Stella had been using her more often. The beatings had increased exponentially, and there was something wild and frantic about Stella's blows, whereas they were even and methodical before. Eloise won't allow herself to hope-hope is such a dangerous, dangerous thing-but she speculates. Was her sire panicked because the Covenant was closing in?

The Covenant has found Stella, Eloise knows. Her sire has been missing for a month now...well, what felt like a month to Eloise, anyway. She knows that it will not be long before the Covenant finds her as well. Eloise can only hope that the Covenant will spare her any further pain and kill her when they do indeed find her. At this point, a quick, painless death would the greatest gift that anyone could give her.

Faction/Side: If given a choice, Eloise would not affiliate herself with anyone, but as for now, she is technically affiliated with the vampires

Abilities: Unbeknownst to anyone, even Eloise herself, Eloise is able to heal wounds and injuries with her bare hands, provided that she is physically strong enough to use her power. Silver sparks shoot from her fingertips, and when they make contact with the wound or injury, they start knitting the skin back together.

Skills: Eloise can cook (though Stella only ever required her to prepare blood for her) and clean very well, for 19th and 20th-century standards. Doing laundry and scrubbing floors is another area of expertise (she does know how to use a washing machine, surprisingly). Before she was turned, Eloise was a very good baker alongside her husband, and she had the neatest, tiniest stitches in the entire village. Eloise was a skilled seamstress and enjoyed embroidery, but now she reckons that her hands shake too much to embroider, though her eyesight has improved.

Strengths: Eloise is a good listener and a very empathetic person in general. She was very well-liked in her village before she was turned for her friendly disposition and delectable baked goods.

Weaknesses: Eloise has little to no knowledge on how to use any technology beyond the 1950s-1960s. She is more than useless in a fight, and she can be easily manipulated by others. Eloise's healing ability saps strength and energy just like any other physically exerting activity, throughout her entire time as a vampire, Eloise has never been strong enough to use her ability, let alone hone it to perfection. Her healing abilities cannot be used to heal diseases.

Likes: sunny days (as rare as they are in London and the English countryside), birds, flowers, scones of all shapes and sizes, fresh fruit (especially blueberries), the smell of bread baking, tea with plenty of milk, sugar, and honey, the color blue, lavender, the village that she grew up in, horses, cats, spring and summer afternoons, early mornings and sunrises, meadows and streams, gossiping, socializing, not feeling hungry or thirsty, soft blankets, sewing and embroidering

Dislikes: Stella, rainy days and thunderstorms, the darkness, being a vampire, rat blood, violent people and vampires, the smell of death that always seems to cling to Stella, emeralds, sleeping on the floor, the cold

Other: N/A

[AtomicNut]

Pipistrelle

Name:Pipistrelle/ Rea Flavia (Real Name)

Age:1900 years, give or take. (Turned vampire in the equivalent epoch of Rome in this setting). Appears to be 11.

Year Turned: 116.

Height:4'3''

Weight: Mind your business (but she looks waifish).

Race: Nosferatu.

Gender: Female

Appearance: Rea looks like a somewhat thin and lite young girl with pale skin. She has straight black hair which she keeps waist-length and whose front bangs more than often hide her eyes when she's looking down. She more than often embraces the gothic dressing style, with black dresses, stockings, and even black gloves. She usually ties the back of her hair with a black ribbon. Her eyes are a dark brown, and she posseses a dark, inquisitive stare. She usually carries a cellphone with her, and six knives hidden under the skirt.

Sexuality: Lolnope.

Personality:Pipistrelle is... the eternal trickster. Even she's not sure what she wants, but she abhors utter boredom. She likes to just mess enough with things to make her unlife a little more lively. A surprising defender of the status quo, she often likes to barter information with the different factions, or flat out help them in proxy wars. Even so, she lacks the utter viciousness and brutality of most vampires, and rarely takes fatal victims, as she prefers to feed from the willing.

However, deep beyond this rogue lackadaisacal attitude, Pipistrelle hides the careful ruthlessness that has allowed her to survive centuries. If she ever perceives a threat towards her, she will either flee or crush the opponent mercilessly should she show an opening. It appears that she also harbors some fascination with the Elders, although not everything can be taken for granted with her.

Biography: Born in Imperial Rome to a wealthy family, Rea was given a good education and was expected to fulfill her family's obligations. However a night visit by an stranger who had been sheltered under her home changed everything. She could not believe it at first, but soon incredulity gave in to terror when the stranger's fangs closed on her neck, draining her of blood and ending her life quickly and brutally without struggling.

Or that's how she would have thought it would end. She...woke up afterwards, extremely thirsty. Wobbly and cold. Water didn't seem to quench her thirst. She sought her parents for help, but when she met with their gazes, they answered with horror. They called her a revenant, and repudiated her in disgust. Her mother ran away in tears, while his father drew a sword and tried to kill her. The cut went from shoulder to hip, but almost no blood splattered. Somehow her body was dead... but she still felt it. The pain, the burning thirst. She blackened out. When she regained her senses, her own wounds had healed, but her mouth was full of blood- that of her father's who laid now limp on the floor, a huge gash on his neck. Rea felt strong revulsion, as she kneeled to her father's side, and drawing the sword... tried to fall on top of it.

But she didn't die. All it heard was the hysterical laugh of the stranger as she pulled the sword out of her own guts, confused. The wounds were sizzling, repairing themselves. The man was sitting in a peculiar slouching position, the drained corpse of her mother. She felt furious... and drew her sword against him.

She was blown across the room, a chuckle escaping his lips. "That wasn't too bad kid. As entertainament. I wanted to see what happen if I created a child Nosferatu." He added, as he bent the sword with his bare hands, in a display of strength. "I was going to...dispose of you afterwards, but I shall not. You're plucky. I do like that. Come to find me... when the centuries make you weary." And without a word, the stranger disappeared.

Pipistrelle's earlier centuries of unlife were a neverending struggle for survival. Underdeveloped with respect of other vampires, all she could do was hide and scrounge what she could find, and keep exercising her wits and tricks, until the potency of her vampiric abilities allowed her to overcome her frail body. By then, however, she had gotten so used to the trickery, she found herself odd not practicing it, and she decided to keep doing what she had done, but this time with more ambitious goals like information brokering and puppet playing.

After the first millenia of existence, rumours about her started to circulate. About how she had been in touch with elders. She never proved or disproved them, but the rumour alone made Pipistrelle be considered as someone to be careful around. Which didn't make her too much happy, but at the very least it deterred some young hotshots. She also saw the birth of the Compact and the Covenant, which she found herself aiding more often than not, if not because a lot of the young hotshots had a bad habit of antagonizing the human Covenant. Pipistrelle only helped their downfall, maybe just a little. Of course, recent times have gotten more tricky, with the radicalization of human factions.

But they're still pretty interesting times. She wondered if she would spot the Elders during such changes...

Faction/Side: Her own - Probably the Elders, but nobody really knows. She is inclined to favour Covenant for some obscure reason.

Abilities:
Bat Bond: Pipistrelle's little helpers. She can understand their screeches and can command them to be her eyes and ears in the night. They're usually too small and weak to be useful in combat but sometimes they can offer valuable distractions.
Bat Form: Pipistrelle can assume the form of a bat. She is highly proficient in it, and she can survive an entire month in this form with only the nourishment of bugs. She must consume blood after a month though. And It won't carry her clothes with her, so it's best to make an escape or to make an aerial reconnaisance.
Tyrant's Gaze: Pipistrelle can enforce commands through her gaze to mortals, and even vampires. Only the oldest or the ones with insane willpower are safe from being influenced. However, even still they will probably feel an overwhelming pressure emanating from the vampire. She can also use telepathy and read other's thoughts, again with brutal efficience. As one of her trumph cards, she uses this ability sparsely.

Skills:
Acrobatics: Small body+Vampiric speed+ Centuries of practice of jumping and running around = The wondrous backflipping flying girl.
Computer Skills: Surprisingly, Pipistrelle chose to run forward rather than look backward like most Vampires. Given her status and relative frail body, she finds herself a good match for the era of information.
Stealth: Pipistrelle also knows when not to announce herself. Given her nimbleness, it's very hard to spot her.
Dagger Throwing: A self-defense discipline, Pipistrelle has practiced how to toss knives around. While they aren't the most impressive weapon, they are often a good distraction to keep opponents at bay.

Strengths:
Ancient Vampire: Pipistrelle's vampiric abilities are sensibly more potent than most vampires due to her advanced age. Her regeneration is fast and vigorous, her senses are keener than most, and her reflexes are off the charts. However, her frail body prevents exerting her full strength, so vampires centuries younger than her will have little trouble in outmuscling her.
Nimble: Due to her lithe and light body, Pipistrelle is a graceful and quick acrobat, able to climb and jump rather well, as well as squeeze through small holes.
Cunning: Pipistrelle has a very sharp mind, what has enabled to survive 19 centuries with a stunted body. She is able to learn new skills and improvise on the spot, and she can often plan a lot of steps ahead.

Weaknesses:
Typical Vampire weaknesses: Sunlight actually weakens her and may cause her to pass out... even starting to burn if the exposure is prolonged. Holy items also may burn her and weaken her. A stake to the heart will flat out send her in a state of apparent death (and thus open to kill her by decapitation).
Stunted body: A child's body isn't as durable as an adult one, and as such she can't bring the full potential of it despite her age.
Garlic Revulsion: She can't stand the smell of Garlic. She never could as a mortal.

Likes:
Puzzles
Trickery
Small Fluffy things (bats specially)
Computers and Books

Dislikes:
Spoilsports
Brash and crude people
GARLIC
Curvy Women.

Other:Run away. She's dangerous. I mean. Really.

[Kurai Assassin]

Lily Fitzpatrick

Name: Lily 'Archangel' Fitzpatrick

Age: 26

Height: 5'8

Weight: 133lbs

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Appearence

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Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality:Lily is a very damaged adult. After losing her lover to vampires and hunting them down its left her empty, showing no remorse in what she does. She has no ability to fall in love anymore due to her loss, but instead will stay with a lover for a few nights before skipping town and moving on to the next. She is also very strict and hates people who dont listen to her advice.

Biography: Lily had lived a normal life before the attacks began. She had a job, aswell as attending college. She was studying to be a doctor at the time that the attacks began and saw that her skills could be used in another place. So she joined the Marines as a medic. She served several tours with them, it was something that she was very passionate about. That was until she met a weeping lady who later would become more than a friend to her. Sergeant Ashley Harper. They continued through their tours and left together. They planned on leaving the war and violence behind and starting a family. that was until Ashley was killed by a rogue vampire. She lay dying on the floor as Lily plunged a knife deep into the heart of the vampire that killed her. She was later pronounced dead at a hospital. She spent a few months trying to figure out what to do next, she began to develop a drinking habit and often went to the same bar in Washington. ‘The Worlds End’. She was offered a position to lead a private security team and that is where she works now. She wishes she could get out of the job and work with the covenant but would they even accept her.
Faction/Side: Sides with the highest bidder

Abilities: "Who needs abilities when you've 700 rounds per minute being flung at the guy on the opposite side of the barrel"

Skills: Lily is proficient in using military grade weaponry as well as having knowledge of a military COs level of tactics.
She is very good at parkour and is very flexible
Strengths: Quick and nimble
has a small frame so is harder to hit
Good with guns
good in melee combat

Weaknesses:
feels no remorse for anyone
will sometimes go into blind fits of rage when faced with a vampire
struggles to maintain relationships
breaks down alot
Likes:
Punk Rock music
assorted weaponry
people who listen
herself
Revenge
killing vampires
Dislikes:
love songs
idiots
people who dont listen
vampires
Other: carries a sony walkman that has the self titled blink 182 album playing on repeat. has two daggers in sheath on the inside of her leg, carries a pistol in its holster on her belt and has an MP5 SMG tapped to her back under her jacket at all times (like that bit in die hard)