[CHAR] Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

[McHaggis]

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[Savi]

{Adelisa||turned in her late teens early 20s and is 214||Blackmoore||Neutral||Healing and may be able to transfer wounds to another, but hasn't tried it yet}

{Bio}
Adelisa became an apothecary after her mother died of disease. She learned all she could and as time went on, her father started wanting her to find a husband. Many suitors tried to catch her eye, but none even got a glance. Finally, her father arranged a marriage with a handsomely rich man that was also a complete chauvinist. Adelisa decided to run away and ended up in a very bad town. It was raining so she decided to locate some shelter, but ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She ended up in a tavern where nasty, evil men drank. They saw her and asked her many questions. She was gullible to strange men at that point, seeing as she lived in a fairly small town, and answered them all. They tricked her into going into the alley where they had their way with her and stabbed her multiple times. A man found her, bleeding and dying, and decided to save her... with a price of course. She was made into his slave until about 60 years ago when she escaped from his clutches. She has been a rogue ever since.

{Personality}
Adelisa was always one to go against the grain. She is a feirce, determined woman. If she sets her mind to something, she'll get it done. She has a caring, creative heart and doesn't take anything for granted. She is a sarcastic, playful girl that will come back with a snip at anyone's pride. As for flirting and things of that nature, Adelisa is bashful and will blush furiously if someone flirts with her. She is a hopeless romantic and loves when others tell her love stories. She's a strong woman, emotionally; and becomes embarrassed if she cries in front of people. Adelisa is terrified of men, but she shows her fear through pushing them away.

{Other}
Her scars from her past are still evident on her body, so she hides under long sleeves and no one has ever seen her scars.

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Theo

He looks to be in his 20s but he is actually 1,605 years old. He owns a family of rogues called Blod. He has the ability to hide under a guise. Even the most powerful of vampires and witches could not see that he was extremely evil and showed them, instead, a nice guy. As for humans, he is completely against them and wants them all bowing down to him. His weapons, along with his minions- I mean family members, he holds a sword and daggers. He also has the old Roman sheild he stole from his father after killing him and his family. His weakness is his obsessions and his short temper.

Biography

Theo was born during the Anglo-Saxon Era, but mostly believed in the Roman lifestyle. He was born from a Celtic woman and a Roman man, his mother being one of the many victims of rape. His entire childhood consisted of harsh treatment and cruelty. His own mother dispised him because he looked too much like his father. He tried to make peace with his mother as his teen years came about, but her refusal ended with him being excommunicated from the area. He escaped to Rome to look for his father, but by that time Rome was depleting. He found his father and his father took him in with open arms seeing as he needed a male to pass his fortune down too and he only had daughters.

His father trained him in the ways of combat and that was when Theo grew his power-hungry habit. His father's wife noticed the young man and instantly wanted him, as she was just as young as him. As his step-mother persuede him, Theo brushed off her advances. Soon, she grew tired of him ignoring her and forced herself into him. Theo's father caught his young wife on top of Theo, but the woman said he was raping her; causing Theo's father to execute him.

Theo's father dragged him out of his house and beat him until he was on the verge of bleeding out. His father left him to die and a young maiden, a maid that fell for Theo, turned him so he wouldn't die. Theo had no knowledge of what happened to him, but as the young maiden, Thenia, explained, he realized how powerful he was because of her. He stayed with her, thinking he loved her just as much as she loved him, but really he was in love with power.

Theo fought along side Thenia until she died in his arms, him telling her her weakness was something he could never love. He was pure evil then. He killed many innocent people, mostly women, and he was efficiently named Jack the Ripper, with the help of turning Alexander, at one stage of his life. He came across a young woman, bleeding out. He thought she was so beautiful, that he had to keep her for himself. He turned her and made her his slave. This girl, Adelisa, was going to be his wife. That is, until she escaped his grasp.

He is now looking for this girl, but he also wants to own the night. He decided to create a rogue family called Blod. Theo heads this "family" and destroys any family he thinks should be destroyed.

Personality

He is a mysterious and evil man. He is very charming and suave, like a serpent in the grass. He has a nasty temper and is very cold towards anyone. He is the exact definition of a psychopath. He has no remorse for his doings and actually thinks it is fun to kill innocent people. He can be very kind, but only to those he can use.

[McHaggis]

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[Grimoire Gaming]

Head Executioner of The Blackmoore Clan

BIRTH NAME: Béatrix de la Croix
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
AGE: 630
TURNED: The Winter of 1385, just after her 18th birthday

PERSONALITY: Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.

BIOGRAPHY: The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death, which of course is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the tales… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived it.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She was on a mission in New York City when she met the leader of the Blackmoore clan. Although he was barely older than her, he had an authority that she could respect, as their morals aligned just so. Although Trixy had always led a nomadic lifestyle, she felt pulled to join this clan in particular… maybe it was the promise of a family… maybe there would be strength in numbers… maybe it was something else. Béatrix quickly climbed her way up the ladder of authority, her age alone doing most of the work. It wasn’t long before Alistair asked Béatrix to put her skills to good use as his Head Executioner, a job that promised to give her vengeful heart purpose. She has been a loyal family member and advisor to Alistair ever since.

FAMILY: She is on the Blackmoore's Council of Advisors as ‘Head Executioner’

POWER: Mental Manipulation/Compulsion. Trixy can completely mind control humans, even better than most vampires, as she has fine-tuned her abilities. Béatrix can also alter the thoughts and feelings of other vampires, especially if they are younger than her. She still struggles to get into the heads of vampires older than her, but she will never stop trying.

SIDES:
Human = Food
Kingstons = Comical
Rogues = A nuisance
Werewolves = The ultimate enemy
Anyone Trixy chooses to dislike (regardless of race) = DEAD

WEAPON: She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.

OTHER:

Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.

Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves. Oh yeah, she'd also a wee bit insane. Oops.

Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.

Chemist of the Night

NAME: Jareth
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook.
AGE: 57
TURNED: June 4th, 1982

PERSONALITY: Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don’t let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair.

BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents’ garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn’t like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him.

Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast.

At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. “No, no, little beauty. I’m going to teach you how to submit.” She said in a purr.

Jareth can’t remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that’s when she bit him. But she didn’t turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn’t the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy.

The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her.

It didn’t take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can’t even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life.

Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking…

Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn’t stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways.

FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn’t recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo.

POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn’t apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality.

SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg’s grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist.

WEAPON: Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte.

OTHER:Don’t let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

[makarov]

Name:
Lucian Loralenn

Age:
940-21

Appearance:




Bio:
Lucian was born about 20 years prior to the first crusade, by the time he had reached 17 his father, a proud catholic, had him inducted into the church as a warrior for god, He was trained without pause every day to lead a regimen of soldiers on the forefront of the battle, when the day came and siege was laid on the holy land, Lucian led his group of men to take the holy city, the battle was horrid, and many men died. when the time came and Lucian was laying wounded alongside many of his fallen brothers but where others prayed he simply cursed god and the church for having ruined his life with their war. When he was ready to accept death a man in Templar armor knelt next to him and asked him simply, "why arent you praying?" and Lucian looked up into his eye and with a cold smile said, "Because god took everything from me but in death...he cannot have my soul." The man smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, "You can live brother...Do you renounce your god? and accept true eternal life?" Seeing only death ahead Lucian nodded and his new life started right there. As life went on Lucian found that being immortal was wonderful and the heat of battle only grew more exciting as he became a "dark god" over time he fought in many wars and devoted his life to slaughter. After World War 2 ended Lucian had grown weary of fighting and just gave up on war hoping to find a quieter and more peaceful life but being a vampire never stays "Peaceful."

Personality:
Intelligent and strong, Lucian is the type of man to avoid parties but gladly teach a single willing individual everything he knows, His heart once so filled with anger and rage towards humanity has sunken into a deep longing for peace at last. Aiming now to teach the world that the only thing war really brings is destruction and death. As time continued Lucian's coldness began to slowly fade away leaving a longing for something he just can't seem to place even now.

What family do you belong to: (You can fill this out later when both Heads have been posted) ( Are you head member or just a member?)

Power:
The Control of soundwaves

Side:
Indifferent

Weapon:
A Templar Shortsword

Other:

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Name: Adrian Lynch,

Age: 744

Appearance:


Bio: Adrian was born into a life of hardship, at the age of six his mother died of fever, his father a proud warrior was slain in a duel when the boy was only ten. A man by the name of Holt offered the boy a place to live if he was willing to work hard and help farm. Adrian worked hard, harder than any grown man and earned his right to live there, by the time the young man was around 17 he was known for getting into fights in the village for people disrespecting him or his friend Holt, he would often come home with bloody noses and black eyes for having stood up for his beliefs, Holt would simply clean the boy off and ask him the same question every time, "Tell me boy? Can you hold honor? Can you keep it safe from harm? Can you protect it like a child? If not...then how is it worth dying over?" And of course Adrian would get angry and try to argue that his honor was worth fighting for that people shouldn't disrespect Holt just cause he refuses to fight! But Holt would simply reiterate that honor wasn't worth dying over. By the time the boy was 20 he had begun to understand the truth behind what his adopted father had been teaching him, he rarely got into fights and when he did it was to defend someone who couldn't defend themselves. At age 23 Adrian had become a strong man and Holt had shown him well the art of the sword, it was during one of his regular trips to the village that he first laid eyes on the English, disrespectful and full of themselves Adrian did not like these men, a few weeks later a young boy came to his door covered in ash and begging for help from the only two swordsmen the village knew, Adrian and Holt ran to the village, only to find it engulfed in flames and its residents slaughtered, on a post near the center of town was a decree, that stated anyone who resisted the British military would be met with swift punishment. After that Adrian left home to seek out a man who was supposedly fighting back, fighting for freedom, a man by the name of William Wallace. Adrian would go on to fight alongside William in many battles, until the boy was around 26 and all the way up until William's capture, William had sent Adrian up high into the mountains to store away important British documents, it was in these mountains Adrian found himself hunted by something in the dark, something intelligent and skilled with the art of blending into shadow, Adrian narrowly avoided the creature for 3 days, before weakened by sleeplessness and weariness he fell asleep, Adrian awoke later to horrible cold and an inability to move his body, beside him was a beautiful woman pale as snow with hair red like the setting sun, the woman asked him simply, "Do you wish to live?" Adrian knew she was a witch and he knew not what she had done to him, but as far as he knew his brothers were still expecting his return, so with a heavy heart he agreed, and his immortal life began right there. The woman told him to meet her in those mountains after he was finished with his silly mortal ties and she promised to teach him the truth about life, Adrian received word of his friends capture upon his return. After this Adrian discovered something was very wrong with him, during a fight with a few British soldiers out on patrol in the dark, Adrian lost control of himself and drank deeply from the man sending shock and horror into what remained of his brothers, after that Adrian ran home his farm to find it emptyed and a note left upon his bed, "My son, I leave everything that mattered to me in life to you...fight for others...not honor." Adrian wept for days, and after his grief had passed he took up Holt's sword and made his way to where the woman was, "Woman!" She was fast and agile almost appearing out of thin air, "Have you come to learn of life?" Adrian met her with a sword to her throat, "You will help me free my friend...and in return I will do anything you so ask." The woman agreed and the two of them set off to rescue William Wallace from prison. As you know they were not successful, and William was slain, however the woman who Adrian now knew as Morgan, gave him his freedom for his loss, telling him to simply come to her when he was truly ready. Adrian lived a wild life and became something of a legend a ghost of an old warrior still holding his sword and protecting the innocent in the dead of night. After many many years Adrian traveled to the new world and set to make a life for himself there, as things changed and life went on he found he had a knack for knowing the right people and staying connected, he eventually joined the Mafia and became well known for being able to get information on anyone. No one in the mafia ever questioned why he didn't age or why he was such a skilled executioner, they simply sat back and let him do what he did best, It was during these years he learned about a man named Alistair and sought him out in hopes that the rumors were true...that he was just like him.

Personality: Loud mouthed at times, but brave and protective of the innocent, that being said he has never lost the wild spirit he was born with and thus is a perfect fit for the Blackmoore clan.

What family do you belong to?: Blackmoore,

Power: True Hemokinesis, The ability to control blood of any kind in a variety of different forms, ranging from but not limited to, a skin of armor capable of blocking medium Caliber rounds at close range, blades of blood that can be used from anywhere on his body but must remain connected to him, the ability to cause blood left in places to suddenly sharpen as spike traps, the ability to fire a small amount of solidified blood at extreme speeds, etc

Side: Indifferent

Weapon: Scottish Claymore.

Other: to this day Adrian has yet to go see Morgan...but he will...someday.

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Name: Morgan

Age: Looks around 24 her true age however has never been disclosed, she was once heard stating that she was old enough to have seen the rise and fall of Babylonia.

Appearance:


Bio: "My turning far predates anything you humans can call history...I was turned in a time where man lived deep in the forests and many terrible things that you could barely understand hunted us in the dark. A time without law and filled with terror and blood. We survived and became hunters...And we thought ourselves immortal...Until something smarter started hunting us. In my mind my life truly began when my mind was opened by the gift of life immortal."

Personality: "Sometimes I can be dignified and reverent as an ancient often is, but at other times I can be wild and bloodthirsty like an animal, Honestly I think this goes back to my mortal human life, we lived like animals and it never really left me no matter how human I have learned to be."

What family do you belong to?: "I suppose one could call me a Blackmoore, But I only hold ties with them for Adrian..."

Power: Divination. (At random times Morgan has flashes of future sight.)

Side: Indifferent

Weapon: "An old Babylonian dagger given to me as a gift...From a lover or something...I don't truly recall."

Other:

[Wraithblade6]

Name: Mithias Aldaric Varomere

Age: 733



Appearance: Mithias can't blend in amongst humans, unfortunately. He is about 6' 2", very long straight black hair, white skin, and vivid yellow/golden eyes. He looks like a mature, young adult in age. His nails are also white and clawlike. He is usually dressed in something durable and obscuring. If outside in the day, he'd have a wide brimmed hat or hood, usually everything is black. Has steel vambraces.

Bio: It was the decline of the era of the Templar knights. The holy land had been lost, more than once, and the Turks had forced the order entirely out of the Middle East. Despite a blackening name and recent losses in war, the Templars were actually quite successful on another front. The order served God, King, and Pope not just in defending lands, but in defending humanity itself. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, The Templar Knights had a secretive sect that was specifically charged with hunting down supernatural beings. Witches, undead, abhorrent spirits, were wolves, and of course vampires, were their targets. "Vampire hunters," if you will, took their orders directly from His Holiness. Their ranks were usually filled by family members alone, yet rarely a gifted outsider would pass initiation. It was this line of work that brought Mithias in contact with vampires.

Mithias was a young man, a hunter, a knight, and also soon to be a father. He lived in a small town in Germany, near the boarder with France. One day, he attracted the attention of a powerful vampire, because he questioned his purpose. Rather than killing a young vampire, as his order commanded of him, he secretly let her go. Witnessing that incident, the elder vampire took an interest in him, leading him on futile chases into the wilderness. Mithias never had any chance of catching him, and eventually, they began having conversations. The human was an interesting subject. The vampire tricked him into enthralling himself and manipulated him. The conclusion of this little dance however was rushed the day the Templars were abolished.

It was Friday the 13th, October, when Mithias' life was turned upside down. The Pope had denounced them. Knights and anyone associated with them were being attacked, killed, their lands and gold confiscated, and their families imprisoned on suspicion of heresy and treason. Mithias fled but could not stop his pregnant wife from being taken. Knowing she would be tortured and imprisoned he was desperate for help. He quickly turned to the only one he knew who might aid him, the mysterious one in the woods at night who existed above all this human mayhem.

In short, the vampire delighted in Mithias' plea. The formed an unwritten pact of blood and Mithias was given the power to save his family. He rescued his wife and saw her to safety and protected her. He killed anyone in his path.

Time went by. Evelyn soon died of disease and little Damien had to be raised pretty much as an orphan. It was difficult for Mithias to be a father looking as he did, needing what he did, but Mithias was ever grateful to the vampire that had changed him. He was able to oversee his family lineage from the shadows for many, many generations.

Mithias eventually discovered that his maker was a fickle, selfish creature who lived for amusement and satisfaction, but the two never came to confrontation. They parted ways. Mithias was free to live as he chose.

Personality: Mithias' is verily lacking a sense of humor. He's honest and honorable, but is missing out on a lot of "fun" because of it. He would disagree however, citing his enjoyment of following his distant family and the beauty of nature. He doesn't revel in bloodshed or war at all, but accepts death as a natural part of life with no regrets. Avoiding regret is important for an immortal.

Power: Totally immune to supernatural mind-affecting powers. Mithias' mental abilities have manifested inwards into an impenetrable wall. His mind cannot be read. He can chose to block out telepathic messages. He is unaffected by influence or suggestion or illusions. His emotions can't be altered. Trying turns out to be completely futile. For most of his vampire life, that was his only power, and he honed it to perfection for good reason.

Side: Neutral between humans and vampires. Believes all beings have spirits or souls that are strengthened and deepened by life and experience. He doesn't consider humans to be special in their vulnerability. They are clearly capable of great evil, but he chalks it up to their ignorance and short lifespans. Nor does Mithias believe vampires are inherently superior beings, yet he revers elders who have attained great wisdom. Mithias would be angered by unnecessary slaughter in either direction.

Mithias' maker was Morgan's grandsire, so he is technically related to her descendents as a kind of "uncle." He is primarily interested in preserving the vampire species and tends to agree wit hthe Blackmoors.

Weapons: Usually 1-2 swords, 2-3 guns, barbed daggers, and a whip. Mithias makes use of modern weapons and technology. He might use:
Two FN Five-seven's with armor piercing rounds.
Modern, synthetic compound bow with poisoned arrows (kills humans, paralyzes vmapires)
Bolas, nylon cables.
Smoke grenades
Flash grenades
Twin titanium-alloy katana-like swords with uniquely designed clip-fastening device on hips/belt.
A simple whip, coiled against his lower back.
Three barbed daggers designed to get stuck in the flesh of the enemy and continuously drain blood through a groove down the middle of the blades. These are named daggers.

Skills: Mithias loves driving, and this extends from cars, to heavy machienery, to aircraft. Horesback riding, swordsmanship, and archery are a given. He's also become good with guns and basic computer knowledge. Like most vampires, he has financial savvy and is an investor as an official occupation... albeit under a false name. He has reasons for knowing a fair amount of chemistry and can speak several European languages.

Flaws: Obviously, Mithias can't blend in with humans, except perhaps at goth rave parties. He hates rave music. He also can't read minds, and can't influence another's thoughts, emotions, or use any type of mind control. He can fall for a good liar.

[Apollosarcher]

Name: (unknown) goes by Praetor or Abraham Van Helsing

Age: 2114

Appearance:


Bio: Formerly a Roman Praetor who rose through the ranks to command the Legion, appointed by Julius Caesar himself he took his Legions into the wilds past Hadrian's wall. He began to beat back the barbarian tribes, destroying there villages and armies where ever he found them, until the largest horde of monstrously dressed tribal's stood before his army. Raising his sword and shield he lead his troop into battle, cutting down man after man until he met one warrior to match him, as there blades clashed he saw his men slaughtered to the last. As he fought this terrifying brute, he swords ringing out when the man lunged burying his fangs in to the Praetorians neck.

Awakening in the field where his men were slaughtered he screamed, he had become a abomination. Thus he began to hunt and kill vampires through out Europe he would use the alias Abraham Van Helsing later in life. Becoming feared by many Vampire's he would moved to the fledgling continent of America where he eventually serve in the revolution (Many Vampire having in his years of absence having returned to take control Britain and it's Parliament.) He command his men in South holding ground and surviving his way through the war, he then helped found the country allowing and began to work with his own kind. Using this power he would hold to the moral belief that humans were friends and that must be protected from Vampires who would do them harm, recently he has arrived in Modern New York having finished "Business" with another clan of Vampire's in Japan. He is currently serving as the guard and protector to the Kingston family head.

Personality: A kind man tempered with the steel of a Roman hero, he has killed more vampires then any other living vampire and is a expert on the subject. He is dedicated and loyal to Kingston's seeing them and there ways as the best path to co-existence, is often seen reading Dracula which some say he helped write. He is still rather impulsive and very much a soldier.

What family do you belong to: Allied to Kingston's

Power: Army of the dead, he is able to summon the ghostly spirits of his Legions to fight alongside him, however they cannot harm humans instead only being able to attack Vampires and other creatures of that nature. These soldiers must be men he commanded in life. Any weapon can kill them there more like skeleton without the bones.

Side: Believes in co-existence with humans.

Weapon: A sword of pure Silver.

Other: Drink only from blood bags and has never had human blood from the neck. Also tends to get angry if he see's someone trying to take a bite out of a human.

Wars the Praetor has served in and commanded troops.

- -Roman Skirmishes
- -The First Crusade (Founded Templar knights to hunt Vampires)
- -The third through fourth Crusade (End of the forth marked the death of the Templar order.)
- -The hundreds years war (fighting with the French)
- -The French and Indian wars (serving with the colonists)
- -The American Revolutionary War
- -The French Revolution (Returning to Europe believing Vampires to be among the nobles hoarding food from the poor)
- -The Napoleonic wars (Fought alongside Napoleon)
- -The American civil war (Returning to the states after a nearly a century away he joined the North believing in Abraham Lincoln idea that the union must stay together, also did not support slavery.)
- -Spanish American war (Serving in the rough riders)
- -The First World War (Fighting with the Allies)
- -The Second World War (He started the war as pilot in Germany and ended up as a soldier storming Okinawa)
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Other:
He is also a avid singer and actor and can do accents from around the world very well.

Name: Auria Hostila

Age: 2118

Appearance:

Bio: The partner to Praetor, through female she hid this from others and serving with her legion faithfully. However she found a young Legionnaire who impressed her and all others, he rose threw the ranks of Roman forces, however these promotions continue she was pulled along with him. The two became best friends and confidants of each other, they felt feelings for one another yet never acted, Auria having trusted her secret to him.

However in the end they were separated, when Praetor dove in to the fray she froze, then saw him be bitten and brought down soldier after soldier died around him. She ordered the retreat, the survivors spent weeks clashing, trying to recover the lost Praetors body, however as punishment, the survivors were turned and the horde dispersed. When they returned the carnage remained yet Praetor was gone.

She set up a clan, they sired those they found to exemplars of humanity and only feed on those who were barbaric, the was lead by her but a seat always remained open, the clan followed Roman teachings yet all them went about there daily lives. The faked being human, the clan known only as De Mortuis they are considered fantasy by many vampires and members are normally over a thousand years old, some humans believe them to a cult related to the illuminate.

She has come to New York seeking her old friend no matter what they need to face each other once more, there are halves of a whole.

Personality: Kind and polite to a fault, she believes in grace and modesty embracing her female tendencies however she fears no man and anyone who treats her differently based on gender will be swiftly reminded of the fact that she commanded men. She does tend to be a bit... Offended by today's lack of modesty and showing so much skin, loyal and friendly to anyone who has earned her respect.

What family do you belong to? Independent.

Power: Mind manipulation, she can make those weak and powerless ready to fight and throw themselves into the grinder or the strong and powerful fall, sacred of the fate they face.

Side: Pro-human

Weapon: A silver sword, a perfect copy of Praetors. Twin .1911 colt pistols.

Other: Very easily embarrassed by any talk of innuendo or romantic actions, yet a fan romance novels.

[Kirah]

Name: Alessandro "Sandro" Corvi

Age

Turned: Mid to late thirties.
Actual: Died in the autumn of 536 (Gregorian calendars are weird), making him about 1500 years old.

Appearance:

Bio

Early life:
Little is remembered by Sandro about his human life. He does know that he was raised in the Byzantine empire, and became a solider at a young age. Even then he showed curiosity at the world. He 'died' during a siege, turned by a general who saw potential in the younger man. Sandro served him throughout the rest of the war, the pair eventually parted ways on good terms part of the way through the Proto-Renaissance. Sandro has not heard from his sire since then.

Most of the rest of Sandro's post-life has been seeking knowledge. Sandro has studied not just history in general but found as much information as he could about his own life filling in some of the blanks. He does not care to know about his human life, and has let it slide away from him.

Recent History
Sandro has spent the last century as a vagabond. His more personal equipment that was not easy to carry has been in safekeeping with Alistair. Sometimes sending packages to Alistair to be added to his collection. Sandro was of late in South America on a research expedition. Things turned... sour, and he has returned alone, with another death certificate behind him.

Personality: Raised as a solider Sandro carries himself as such in most situations, he is not the type to lay down his sword unless necessary. He is otherwise decent at blending in with the people around him. Sandro is curious and seeks knowledge, he is aided by his power in this en-devour. Sandro is no knight, and only carries a small personal moral code. Despite having spent a considerable amount of time in the Renaissance Italy Sandro is not Christian.

Sandro's power makes feeding, interesting. He has found a sense of satisfaction in the mercy kill. He picks his meals with care, and only feeds off of the happiest of person when he is at his worst mentally.

What family do you belong to? Unaffiliated (But basically a Blackmoore).

Power: Psychometry: Read anyone and/or anything's past by using senses

Side: He would not say against the humans (he understands them too well), but rather with the Vampires.

Weapon

Preferred weapon: The spathion

Capable of using: A whole host of weapons, including those he has never used before (as long as the weapon has been used expertly (this coming from his power)). Sandro has spent a considerable amount of his time seeking out weapons used by great masters (and in the process found a few fakes).

Other

His first language is Latin, then Greek.
Sandro is not his original name, he has forgotten his human name.
Is a bit manic-depressive, as well as has a small case of DID.

[yukisaa]

Name: Nova Terra
Age: 663 Looks 15
What family do you belong to?: Kingston
Power: Spirit Manipulation
Side: Indifferent

Bio:
Nova Terra born from the Emperor Constans II. The Emperor decided that him and his family would take a vacation in one of their many castles, not knowing that a Vampire had taken a liking to one of the castles and killing the family and turning the daughter before killing the Emperor.

Personality:
Despite being naturally aggressive and a little cranky, Nova tries to maintain as positive as others, even if sometimes she doesn't succeed. She has a good sense of humor before losing her patience, which, indeed, is little. Nova tends to be violent when something goes wrong and, indeed, in many cases the violence is mainly her first choice to fix the problem. Nova has a good heart and, like her companions, is determined to do whatever it takes to help other people. It also appears she takes that more seriously then everyday affairs.

Other:
-is short for the Normal Human age.
-Really likes Ghosts