[CHAR] The Blood Wars Reboot(Always accepting)

[Shikaru]

Name: Anya Sandrow-Blackblood

Apparent Age: 13

Actual Age: 200

Gender: Female(Duh)

Race/Faction: Blackbloods

Appearance:

Clothes/Gear: Everything shown in the picture, combat boots. A knife holstered in said boots and a knife holstered in a holster under her shirt.

Height: 5'3.

Weight: 120 lbs

Bio: Anya was a normal girl growing up, went to a nice school and had plenty of friends. 'Course, things were a lot different back then, vampires however never really change. She was abducted late one night while she was walking home from a friends house, by what she never fully knew until after it was over.

She was nearly drained and left on the brink of death in an alleyway, luckily she was found by a police offer and rushed to a hospital. She recovered fully, and at a surprisingly fast rate. It wasn't until a few weeks after she got home did..things..begin to happen.

She slaughtered her parents in a rage of blood-lust, terrified at what she'd done and what would happen if anyone found out, she ran away. She lived in the streets, using the occasional passerby and homeless person, traveling from city to city.

A little over a hundred years passed, and she was eventually taken in by the Blackbloods. They were..like her. They taught her how to control her blood-lust, fit in with society, and cared for her.

Living on the streets and the trauma from killing her own parents had changed her however, far beyond any psych ward or teaching could cure. It'd warped her, turned her slightly sadistic and mental, and gave her a..'useful' skill-set.

Eventually, she became the families hit-man. In theory, she was perfect. No one would ever suspect a cute little girl would murder them, until of course it was too late. Her particular use, was of course, concealed from the other families.

And now, here we are. The older family members being killed, the ones who had raised her and cared for her all these years. And she was not happy.

Personality: She is generally a care-free and happy person, personality much like that of a child unless she's being serious. Slightly sadistic.

Powers: She can speak telepathically.

Other: She likes pie.

She's afraid of losing other family members and gets upset fairly easily.

[Scrapula]

Hector Calava

Actual Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 7'8''

Weight: 320 lbs

Bio: Born in New Mexico to a family of impoverished migrant workers, Hector often had to rely on his own skill and creativity to find what he wanted, and miraculously managed to avoid being caught for each of them. As Hector went into high school, he took an interest in amateur fighting, and even joined the school's amateur boxing team. Already a shockingly strong boy, Hector's training regimen drove him to new heights of power and muscle. After high school, there was only one place Hector could go: professional mixed martial arts.

Hector Calava handily dominated his peers in the amateur leagues, and earned the adoration of the crowd through his brutal holds and hooks. Indeed, Hector was set to be recruited into the USA Mixed Martial Arts Federation within three years of starting his career. However, a run-in with a Silver Moon representative at one of his fights changed his life forever.

The subordinate, Hector learned, was looking for someone strong enough and smart enough to take on the drug trade as an enforcer. In exchange, Hector would be granted unlimited wealth and power, and the full citizenship of his family. With a tearful gleam in his eye, Hector gladly agreed, and was turned into a werewolf shortly thereafter. The Silver Moons kept their promise, and Papa, Mama, and Abuela Calava's applications for citizenship were suspiciously expedited.

As a werewolf, Hector's already legendary physique was boosted to supernatural levels. Hector, with his undying loyalty, street smarts, and overwhelming strength, rapidly rose through their ranks. Hector is now one of the leader's most trusted enforcers, and is making plans to earn even more esteem. This monstrous conflict with the other families of New York seems to be exactly what Hector needs.

Personality: Hector is willful to a fault. More often than not, he will take matters into his own hands over ordering someone else to do it. If Hector feels that a point needs to be made, he will make it as soon as possible, ignoring any potential consequences. Hector's own strength and training have served to make him both cunning and brutal as he needs to be, and he treats his own reputation as something that must be upheld, no matter the cost.

Powers: Hector is a man of impossible vim and vigor. With muscles the size of a man's head, fists capable of splitting bone, and agility unmatched by his peers, Hector is a living monster. This is mitigated by Hector's complete lack of other powers. Strength and stamina are all he has going for him beyond the small suite of powers all werewolves are given.

Other: Hector is actually stronger than the pack leader, and is capable of besting him in a fight, with quite a bit of luck. Hector refuses to challenge the leader's authority unless the only other option is death.

One of Hector's favorite moves is to set his own fists on fire (while wearing a fire-retardant suit, of course) to enhance his already-imposing appearance and obliterate his supernatural enemies.

[Volenvradica]

Name: Sindile Eleazar or Petros Januarius Lazarus III

Apparent Age: 19
Actual Age: 35
Gender: Male

Race/Faction: Human "Sanguinist" / Aligned with Vampires

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120 lbs.

Appearance

Casual

Sindile looks much younger than his actual age due to his lineage as a Sanguinist. His hair also takes on a supernatural appearance, favoring colors from a dark bluish purple to black. His skin is milky white and his eyes are a dark shade of violet.

Bio: Petros Januarius was born from the ancient Lazarus line of Sanguinists, humans blessed with supernatural properties in their blood. At a very young age, Petros was orphaned when his parents and most of his family were murdered by fanatic werewolves. At the same time, many other Sanguinist families were slaughtered for their association with vampires, when it was believed that they would disrupt the balance of power between the three great inhuman races. On the same night of his family's murder, an African Blackblood vampire rescued the young Petros, and rechristened him as Sindile Eleazar.

Hiding under his new name, Sindile was adopted by a coven of vampires somewhere in the mid-east coast of the United States. As he grew, the young Sanguinist learned how to harness the power of his supernatural blood. Though without any surviving Sanguinists to teach him, which was the tradition that a Sanguinist mentor takes an apprentice, Sindile had to rely on ancient texts which his vampire foster family acquired for him. Sindile then left foster care, and forever grateful for his night-walking allies, decided to transfer to New York where he would assist the covens at the city that never sleeps.

Sindele Eleazar is employed by Noctis Progen Inc (stylized as NP), a multinational media corporation secretly run by vampires. Officially known as a "Business Relations Consultant," Sindele actually works as a field agent and liaison between NP and vampiric covens. His job is to keep the peace between inhuman entities such as vampires, werewolves, and hybrids.

Personality: Charismatic and alluring, Sindile has come a long way from his tragic background, making himself easily approachable and irresistible--thanks to a few tips from female nightwalkers. He is enthusiastic about his job, and loves meeting new people. While completely human and associated with vampires, Sindile values all walks of life.

Powers:

The Blessing of the Sanguinist- According to legend, the resurrected Lazarus of Bethany, by the power of Christ, was the first Sanguinist. Descending from the Line of Lazarus, Sindile's abilities lie within the supernatural properties of his blood.

• Blood Reserve- Through centuries, never has it been known for a Sanguinist to die from blood loss. Sindile can slowly bleed for days and only feel mild fatigue. In the past, this made Sanguinists incredibly valuable to vampires, who could act as a virtually endless blood supply. However, there is such thing as bleeding too much. A Sanguinist can fall into a short coma if fed on without intervals of rest.
• Increased Healing Rate- Sanguinists can heal at a much faster rate than normal humans, depending on the severity of the open wound. Lacerations from blades weapons can close over a good night's rest, with scarring taking place immediately after and disappearing in a couple of days. Fractures will take just a few days to heal when properly cast.
• Peak Human Condition- Sanguinists have evolved over the centuries in order to compete with their inhuman contemporaries. No stranger to danger, Sindile has learned to outrun inhumans, and could hold off on his own in a fight against one or more of them for a short while. As a survivor, however, Sindile focuses on ending fights early through dirty tactics and brute force. He would bring silver laced weapons and UV ray emitters to a standoff against one with fangs and claws. He does this to compensate for the reality that he is truly weaker than a blood-deprived vampire and a starved werewolf.
• Clairvoyance- By touching the blood of another, through skin contact or tasting, Sindile get a glimpse into their memories. The experience can be described as seeing through another's eyes. This ability is the most useful to Sindile's job as a peacekeeper, helping to bring to justice any wrongdoers that he can implicate through his visions.

Other: The name Sindile is of African origin, meaning survivor.

[Kaalee]

Name: Adalaide de la Roche
Apparent Age(only valid if vampire/werewolf/hybrid): 23
Actual Age: 783 years old
Gender: Female
Height: 5'1
Weight: 110

Appearance(Anime pictures preferred, realistic or textual descriptions equally accepted):

Adalaide is a dark haired brunette with sky blue eyes. She has doe eyes, and a tiny nose. Her lips are full, and she has a long neck, and a dancers build despite being so tiny.

Bio: Adalaide was born in 13th century France, to a French Duke. The de la Roche family was an influential family in France for most of the medieval era, despite the family being small and the faces never seeming to change. They claimed it was a god given gift, that their generations looked so much like the previous ones. Later, as people realized there was no way this excuse would keep on and they scattered, went into hiding all over the world. They would come back together every now and again.

Adalaide herself moved east, to the Holy Roman Empire, becoming one of the most acclaimed scholars, although her work was given to a friend to present since she was both a female and a vampire and neither one would go over well with the papel congress. After that she went up to Russia, found herself in favor with the Russian Monarchy, although she and her brother were both run out when her brother decided to sleep with the Tsar's youngest daughter.

After that she made her way south, to Tibet. She spent several hundred years with monks, they didn't ask questions and she was careful not to kill, and she used her particular gifts to help where she could. Eventually China invaded and she made her way even farther east. She ended up in Hawaii for a couple months before making her way to the mainland. It was there she reunited with most of her family. They had been living in New York for a century or so at that point and so she decided to rejoin them. Her family owns a PR firm whose clients are of both the natural and the supernatural persuasion. She takes on a great deal of the negotiations due to her particular talents.

Personality: Adalaide is cunning and manipulative. She has many faces, all to ensnare her chosen victims. She knows it's better honey then vinegar when it comes to this sort of stuff, so she often tries to keep a sweet and innocent facade but she wouldn't hesitate to stab you in the back.

Powers(Again, keep it realistic or you will be denied):
Compulsion: She can make, mortals mostly, bend to her will. Even some supernaturals will feel oddly entranced by her when she speaks, though not nearly to the extent of mortals.
Speed, Agility, Durability, Stamina: She's not much faster than the average vampire, despite her age, but she's extremely agile. If she has to fight, which she tries to talk her way out, there are very few people who have landed a punch on her and fewer that live to tell the tale.


Other:

[Conibear]

Name: Edmund 'Eddie' Ben
Actual Age: 32
Gender: M
Race/Faction: Human/NYPD
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 pounds

Appearance

Bio:
Edmund, or as he prefers to be called, Eddie ain't got much of an exciting story going for him. He grew up in the Bronx, got into scrapes with other kids, and attended classes. He didn't see Pop much, due to the fact he was constantly on patrol to combat the endless crime of the Big Apple. Harlem Racketeers, traffickers, the Families you name it, Eddie's dad saw them all, and told the crazy stories to his boy when he was able to see him. Pops told Eddie about the odder cases, such as the victims found with weird bites, or witness reports about something like a bipedial bear prancing about.

Needless to say, the old man left a mark on the boy. As he grew up, Edmund dreamed of becoming a cop like his old man and cleaning up the crime that engulfed the city. After progressing through the academy, Eddie paid his dues as a grave-shift patrol officer and worked his way to working as a detective.

Course all stories don't have happy endings. As he was returning to his squad car, which was currently engaged in a stake-out, with a baker's dozen of doughnuts, he saw his partner Louis Maroni torn up with weird gash-wounds and even bite-marks. It was a tragedy to both him and the department. His supervisor, blamed Eddie for not being there with his partner and reassigned him to, what his fellow officers referred to as, the 'Siberian Peninsula'. All the cases that were deemed too odd, and not worth the time of the normal squad were shuffled there. Here he was assigned to be teamed up with a strange new officer as his partner, while they handled these new cases.

Personality: Eddie is a by-the-book cop, who performs all of his work seriously, even the 'Siberian Cases'. He's a dependable member of the force, who always has the back of his fellow officers.

Powers: Mental fortitude; crackshot with hand-guns and hand to hand expert with a stake; has extensive knowledge regarding supernatural creatures; knows where the Original Ray's Pizza is; refined sense of sarcasm; always carries a pack of smokes on him, alongside a wooden stake, vials of holy water, and his gun is filled with silver bullets.

Other: Partnered with Sleepy

[Prostagma]

Name: Sleepy
Actual Age: 4
Gender: M
Race/Faction: Frankenstein's Monster/NYPD
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 400 lbs

Appearance:

(Seen here out of uniform during the mandatory physical. Normally, he dresses in his standard NYPD uniform with a trenchcoat overtop. Also sunglasses.)

Bio:
Sleepy is a creature created by Dr. Waldman, the now-ex-head of the NYPD forensics department. The story starts with the Hell's Kitchen Massacre four years ago, an event which claimed the lives of 13 officers, all of whom were two weeks from retirement at the time of their deaths. It's unknown what drove Waldman (who had been in charge of the autopsies) to stitch the corpses together, nor the method he used to reanimate it. Some say Waldman was a descendant of Dr. Frankenstein himself, and had inherited his ancestor's obsession. Others postulate it was some sort of voodoo curse. Yet more think he was simply incredibly drunk at the time.
Whatever he explanation, Waldman was fired for gross misconduct and hauled off for a state-ordered psychological evaluation. As for the creature- dubbed "Sleepy", though nobody really knows why- it was reasoned that, as he was made up of police officers, that technically made him an officer as well. With that, they (re)issued the creature a somewhat-bloodied badge, assigned him a partner-cum-handler, and put him to work on cases that were either too strange or too stupid for normal cops to deal with.

Personality: Sleepy is a loose-cannon Frankenstein's monster who lives on the edge, consumed by his thirst for vengeance and his vow to take down every gang boss in the city. That said, he has a good heart (three, actually), and is surprisingly good with kids.

Powers: Inhuman strength, stamina, and toughness; encyclopedic knowledge of seedy bars; can figure out the real name of any prostitute in NYC with just a glance; supreme mastery of cheesy one-liners; always has a pair of sunglasses on him

Other: Partnered with Eddie.

[Sodium]

Name: Alissa von Schilt



Actual Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race/Faction: Werewolf / Silver Moon

Height: 5'6"

Weight: rude

Bio:
Alissa led an average American life in New York. Born to a pair of average parents, with an average 2.5 children (they adopted the other half) and average extended family, she grew up to be an average girl. Her average grades prevented her from attending a not-average college right out of high school, so she instead took an average route of getting a job as a waitress. Her slightly-above-average appearance earned her slightly-above-average tips when combined with her peppy attitude and service. While she desired a break from her average life, she realized that all she really wanted was for her average, comfortable life to continue as it was.

Her break came to her in the form of a lone customer on a rainy night. She felt herself attracted to his rugged appearance, as it reminded her of her desire to no longer be average. His wolfish grin charmed her, and over the course of the night she got to know and ultimately decided to start dating the man. He brought adventure to her life, and she loved every moment of it. Their dates took them to out-of-the-way diners in places of the city she had never dreamed of going. She soon found herself falling head over heels for the man.

One day she arrived early to meet him for a date, only to find him dealing drugs in an alley. He tried to explain himself, but she put her finger to his mouth; she loved him, and she was willing to overlook shady dealings for her honey. Her boyfriend seemed immensely relieved - more relieved than Alissa expected him to be. The date continued as planned, and the next day he asked her to meet him and his family. It turned out that he was a werewolf, and his "family" was the Silver Moon.

She was given a choice: become a werewolf and share the secret as a member of Silver Moon, or forget about her boyfriend and Silver Moon entirely. Her love and her desire to break completely from her average life won out, leading her to joining Silver Moon. She was turned, and spent the next two days caged as she got used to the new instincts and urges that come with being a werewolf. Tragedy awaited her when she was freed: her boyfriend had been the target of the murderer's latest attack. Luckily, he had been found before he died, but he was hospitalized in serious condition.

Thus her job in Silver Moon began. She took up her boyfriend's job and used her earnings to pay her boyfriend's medical bills. Alissa's old, average life was over.

Personality: Alissa is secretly a peppy, happy-go-lucky kind of girl, but puts up a facade of being cool and laid-back. This facade is especially strong when on the clock, as she feels drug dealers need to be cool and collected in order to be "trusted".

Powers:

• Intimidate: Alissa channels her feral aura, cowing even those who are stronger than she.
• Feral Call: Alissa calls in help with a loud cry, summoning wild dogs and any other werewolves nearby.
• Growing Powers: Alissa is still growing into her werewolf powers, resulting in increased healing. In exchange, her speed and strength are less than that of other werewolves.

Other: Her boyfriend was unable to identify his attacker, as he was taken from behind.

[stickman]

”Norman Perry”

Name: Norman Perry
Apparent Age: 24
Actual Age:127
Gender: Male
Race/Faction: Vampire/Blackbloods
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 182 lbs

Bio:
Norman Perry was born to an rich family in the late 19th century England. He grew up the son of a banker, with all the perks and privileges. Norman was an eccentric kid with his cold looks and lack of empathy. He learned easily and showed an aptitude for fencing, both of which his father forced him to take up. Norman took the learning as something that had to be done, either in school of in life. Whereas he took the fencing as an art form. He loved whipping his foil around, outsmarting his opponents, seeing the weak points in their defense and besting them. The banker’s son went on to become one of the most esteemed dualists in London.

One night the Perry family had people over for dinner, something which wasn’t that unusual. What was unusual however was one woman. She was the widow of a lord, supposedly 38 years old. The woman didn’t look a day over 25 and captivated all men in the room. Norman was intrigued by her, he had never met a woman like her before. After dinner all of the guests had a drink and the widow singled Norman out. The two of them talked and talked and Norman became more and more intrigued by her. She knew things and every move of her was as gracious as a feather swaying in the wind. She wanted to show him something.

The pair headed back to the main room. The widow told Norman to close the door and he did. As soon as the door closed Norman heard a sharp crack, then a scream. He quickly turned around and saw one of the guest lying on the ground, his head turned around 180 degrees. The widow was at the other side of the room standing over the dead man. She had crossed the entire room in the blink of an eye. In a flash the widow stood next to the screaming woman, her face buried in the screaming woman’s next. The room fell silent, everyone was scared to death. The only difference between Norman and the rest of the crowd was that he still was intrigued. That night he was turned.

Norman was taken in by a vampire coven in London, where he was trained and educated in the ways of the night. His skills as a fencer made him one hell of dualist within the coven and he was quickly put to work. His specialty, solving internal problems as well as the occasional werewolf incident.

Personality: Norman always stood out because of his lack of empathy. Through the years however he learned to have a good grasp on human nature. His natural curiosity and aptitude for picking up new things made that easier. Norman enjoys outsmarting his opponents and favors combat over diplomacy. He is the person you sent to fix the problem permanently.

Powers:
Bone Manipulation – The ability to change the skeletal structure of the body. Norman can change his hands into claws or spring blades of bone from his forearms. The wounds inflicted by the bone manipulation need to heal after combat, causing an increased desire to feed.
Lightning Reflexes – Norman reacts on outside impulses faster than other vampires. His body processes information that might give him an edge in combat faster than other vampires.
Other: Norman is still looking for the widow.

[IncredibleBee]

Name: Bastian
Apparent Age: Mid-40's
Actual Age: ~400
Gender: Male
Race/Faction: Werewolf/Silver Moon
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance:

My Hider

A chain smoker, Bastian has a thick body build and typically dresses in casual suits.

Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum): Bastian got his first taste of outlaw life during the 30 years war. Though he served in the military early on, after a few years of brutality, he and a group of fellow soldiers decided to break off and become outlaws. In the midst of the chaos caused by the war, peasants were easy pickings for raids, and for a short while, they even lived well. That, however, was not to last. When the pickings were dry, the men grew bitter, miserable, and blamed their leader for their woes. Arguments grew into violence, and Bastian soon found himself stabbed and left for dead, stripped of his possessions and left to wander the forests until he died of blood loss or exposure. And then, under a pitch sky marred by a crescent, he stared ahead and smelled blood, the feral scent of a predator.
Bastian awoke three days later, naked, covered in blood, and with one thought on his mind: "There's nothing quite like loyalty from the start."

Among the many horrors of the Thirty Years War, there remain accounts of wild beasts growing more violent than thought possible.

In the centuries since then, Bastian was a constant presence in the underworld; his inhuman power made it easy to keep normal men pressed under his thumb, but still he desired more than begrudging servitude, or men who'd turn tail for money. It was when he started recruiting and creating werewolves that he created a new dogma for his followers: they would serve with the undying loyalty of a wolf, and in exchange he would lay down his all to provide.
This pack would operate primarily through central Europe until the 1920's, when Prohibition offered a very profitable new market in the United States, where Bastian and crew have operated since.

Personality: Bastian possesses a cool head and silver tongue; centuries of practice have taught him to be as eloquent or casual as the situation calls, and countless conflicts have honed his keen sense to know when to talk, mock, and shoot.
Beyond this outward act, he possesses a sharp intuition and business sense. The werewolf knows he must provide for his pack, and to that end he carefully oversees what he sells, where, who may interlope and who'd be a good customer. New York is merely the HQ for his operations and the one he sees to personally; Bastian has business associates along most of the eastern seaboard, operating in independent cells capable of turning to each other in event of a collapse of that city's business. Many packs working together, forming what he might call a meta-pack.
What Bastian really values, however, is undying loyalty. When entering the business, he lays down one simple rule: You devote yourself to the family, and the family will take care of you.

Powers: True to his origins as a soldier and then a bandit, Bastian is stronger and tougher than average, though not quite to Hector's insane degree.
Perhaps because of his leadership position, his coat as a werewolf has a brighter sheen, and his scent carries a vital essence.
Additionally, he has supernatural levels of insight.

Other: n/a

[Shikaru]

Name: Ronin, no last name given, name is simply a title.

Apparent Age(only valid if vampire/werewolf/hybrid): 23

Actual Age: 500

Gender: Male

Race/Faction: Immortal human, Silver Fang.

Height: 6'3

Weight: 200 lbs

Appearance(Anime pictures preferred, realistic or textual descriptions equally accepted):

Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum): Ronin was born to and raised by the Silver Fang, an order dedicated to hunting supernatural creatures and keeping them in check. He was trained from a very young age of 10 in various martial arts and fighting styles, come 23 the elders of the order acknowledged and agreed he was worthy to recieve a gift that only those deemed to be superb fighters: The gift of immortality.

He could still be killed much like an ordinary human, of course, but he would never age and would become much stronger than the ordinary human. After the ceremony Ronin himself doesn't remember much of, he was completely changed.

Whereas before he was a generally nice albeit serious individual, now he was as cruel and sadistic as the creatures he was tasked with bringing down.

He was un-controllable by anyone, even the elders couldn't keep him in check. And thus, he was cast out of the order and branded a outcast, forced to live alone and to never return.

He swore vengance on the order, vowing to slaughter them all for betraying him. 200 years later, he returned and did just that. Men, women, children, none survived. Stealing what he could, he fled to the states. He would re-build the order from the ground up and cleanse the supernatural who sought to do harm to humanity, or die trying.

A little under 300 years later, an incident in New York involving a supernatural gang war piqued his interest. He would end it, either by destroying one side or destroying them all.

Personality: Extremely cold and extremely cruel, he will do almost anything for cash and almost anything for his...'comrades in arms'. He won't hesitate to kill you and everyone else in the room if need be, he'll also thoroughly enjoy doing so.

Powers(Again, keep it realistic or you will be denied):

Enhanced Perception: Ronin has exceptional spatial and kinetic sense, far beyond that of a human and greater than that of some vampires. He is able to react and strike with lethal precision.

Enhanced Agility and Strength: Ronin is stronger and faster than a human by far, on par with that of a werewolf.

Stealth and Cunning: Moreso a skill than anything, Ronin has a silver tongue which he uses to the fullest of his masterful ability. Not only this, he is a man who uses his speed to rely on stealth. While, he isn't exactly weak, most vampires could best him in one on one combat.

Regeneration: He naturally regenerates wounds at a moderate pace, he can not regenerate lost limbs or appendages.

Other: He is trained in any martial arts style possble to be taught in.

[The ghost in black]

Aleksandri Valora Galino

Name:
Aleksandri Valora Galino

Apparent Age:
14-15

Actual Age:
328

Gender:
Female

Race/Faction:
Vampire/Blackboods

Height:
5'4

Weight:
138 Lbs

Appearance(Anime pictures preferred, realistic or textual descriptions equally accepted):

Data

-The three crosses hanging from her neck are actually secret silver flip knives
-She is usually wearing all black thick leather clothing or a black and white suit

Bio:
Aleksandri was a bookworm before she was turned into a vampire though wasn't actually a scholar or anything. She loved to study mythology and all those stories of mystical beings. This all helped her handle the fact that she was now a blood sucking vampire after she was attacked on her way home from the library.

When she awoke in the hospital hooked up to a blood drip the staff around Aleksandri were in disbelief at the rate of her recovery from the state of near death. She was allowed to go home after over a week and a half had passed since the incident.

After a while of either feeding off of random nobodies when she couldn't bear the hunger and/or practically starving herself she decided to run away from her home in Russia to protect her brother and mother from herself.

Aleksandri somehow made her way to New York in the next hundred years and was taken in by the BlackBloods who provided her to live a relatively "Normal" life. In exchange for them supplying Aleksandri with blood to keep her sane, she in turn is more of a guard or bouncer for their nightclubs and the "Muscle" when she must go on hits.

Personality:
Aleksandri is a mature and friendly quiet girl who will only really talk to those she considers a close friend. She cares deeply for her clanmates which is why Aleksandri takes to fighting as a fish to water.

Powers:
She is normally a far amount stronger than the average Vampire unless she intakes a large amount of of blood in which case Aleksandi enters a "Rage" mode where her strength is doubled, though with this came a side effect of her tolerance to light being less than normal; while in direct sunlight Aleksandri gets a headache that grows the longer she is out in it

Other:
Likes Spicy Food

[AtomicNut]

Smithy

Name: Adrian Copperfield / Sir Hadrian of Jerusalem / Ol' Smithy
Apparent Age(only valid if vampire/werewolf/hybrid):26
Actual Age:Circa 12th century. +800 Years old.
Gender: Male
Race/Faction: Vampire outcast, The Mix.
Height:5'9''
Weight:160lbs
Appearance: Adrian looks like a fit young man, with a scraggly beard, a slightly prominent nose, and dark blue eyes. He keeps his black hair cut in a caesar style. He has several characteristical scars on his face: a diagonal cut on his left cheek, a small one above the right side of the lip, and the right earlobe is missing. If one could see him without clothes, he has a puncture scar on his left leg and a slashing cut above the right side of the chest. He wears shaggy and loose clothes on a usual basis, of grayish tones, singed and full of patches. His voice is somewhat raspy, low-key and gruff, and he walks with a rather depressed air.

Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum): Hadrian was one of the many knights that throughout the middle ages, tasked themselves to take the Holy Land from the infidels. Serving his youth in Jerusalem, he valiantly helped Balian defend the city to its last against Saladin's siege. The outcome of the battle left him embittered about the world at large, and he trudged towards his home being a former shadow of the knight he once was. He abandoned his faith and his ways, and used what little money and status he had left to indulge in lavish desires, strongly considering to fall atop his sword, even if he knew fully well that suicide was a great sin.

It all changed, however, when a beckoning voice from a woman of pleasure enticed him to enter a random brothel in France. After the deed was done, he felt the sharp fangs of the woman on his neck -all too late- before he succumbed to the power and wiles of the she-vampire. He thought he would die. Far from it. He was reborn as a children of the night, his sire's pet knight whom she wanted to play with and use as a weapon against the fools who dared to oppose her. However, a miscalculation on her part didn't take in account the amount of self-hate of the knight, whom tired of being a puppet first to God and his King, and now to a vampire, decapitated her in a bout of wrath.

It all was downhill from here. Hating everything, Hadrian resolved to kill each and everyone of the supernatural creatures he came accross, and then kill himself for being a ravenous beast. A futile effort. Enemies kept piling up, and each passing day his will waned. Eventually, he came across a blind, sickly human child, whom he intended to prey upon to regenerate and feast, in order to fuel his one-man war against the world. The child, scared and resigned, prayed.

And thus, Hadrian remembered. Of his past pride. Of how it felt to protect others. Of how far he had fallen. He let the child go, and swore off violence, and began a journey of self discovery, throughout the reaches of the known world. Just like the Cain of the bible, he roamed aimlessly, seeking peace. Different cultures, different philosophies permeated into him, and he took up to practice martial arts and meditation to soothe his soul. And then the Industrial age happened. The humans had truly gone a long way without him, and he graciously accepted that the world had long since moved wonderfully without him. And such a beatiful world it was. The once lost in wrath knight rekindled his fires of hope, and started anew. He studied. He became an engineer, he became a mentor, and an advocate in peace. For such a world still had its share of darkness and outcasts, and those needed a guiding light, much like he needed it in his darkest hour.

Personality: Adrian is a patient, philosophical kind of sort. He doesn't withold information nor denies help from those who seek his company, except if said help is to further selfish political agendas. He enjoys tinkering, and reciclying scraps. He also has a taste for meditation, sparring and weapon smithing. He thinks of his fellow outcasts as the little siblings he never had, and he unoficially supports the Mix agenda, if only because without the Mix, everyone's lives would be for the worse. Ol' Smithy distrusts deceptive people and self-accomplished people in general. Despite his overall placid attitude, it is not a wise idea to anger him by hurting anyone whom he has taken under his wing. With the zeal only a crusader would have, he will hunt whomever is the offender and rip him apart.
Powers(Again, keep it realistic or you will be denied):
Hadrian is an elder vampire, and as such he can pull many feats of strength and speed younger vampires can dream of. However, due to his pacifist habits, his power is heavily suppressed as he relies on cattle blood rather than human blood for sustenance. If he were to drink human blood, his full power would manifest.
Hadrian can also turn himself into a bat to travel distances, as well as talk to lesser animals and beasts.
Hadrian is a master martial artist, having travelled far and wide to hone his mind and body. When he combines it with his swordplay (whom it has been augmented to the point he's able to pull out feats like dual wielding swords), few denizens can be a match to him, unarmed or armed.
Hadrian is also an engineer and tinkerer, and he's a good weaponsmith. He usually crafts good quality blades from the scraps and miscellaneous materials from the scrapyard. He also takes requests to craft blades and customize guns. He has to live off something after all.
Other: Hadrian still keeps a heavily modernized version of his medieval full plate, now a full body armor which includes kevlar and plates, as well as the most recent version of his sword. He rarely dons it, and him wearing it is an indicative of how pissed off he is.

Dana

Name:Doctor Dana Oakfield
Apparent Age(only valid if vampire/werewolf/hybrid):23
Actual Age:450ish
Gender:Female
Race/Faction:Werewolf/NYPD (because why the hell not)
Height:5'5''
Weight:Not tellin'
Appearance(Anime pictures preferred, realistic or textual descriptions equally accepted):

Blegh

Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum):

Dana was born in rural england back in the middle ages. She and her mother lived in a forest cabin apart from the normal folk, due to the unfounded rumours of her mother being a witch (truth to be told she was a folk healer and a midwife). From an early age, Dana took a liking to the herbalism and healing, and her curious nature took the best of her in her more than often field trips. One day, though, she caught sight of an strange beast. Neither man nor wolf. Had she been exposed to werewolves myth like the vast majority of people, Dana would've fled the spot. But she had been raised quite differently, and had taken the teachings of her mother to help the wounded no matter how or what they were to heart. She helped dress and tend to the creature's horrific silver-stained wounds, and even provide some nourishment to it. As he regained his senses, he adressed himself as Brian the Wolf-Cursed, and said that he was a creature of honor, and would sometime repair the favour back.

It didn't take long. As Dana grew up in a fine, somewhat comely woman, the rumours of her following her mother's steps into the dark arts came to an all time high, and it didn't take too long to spark a witch hunt. A local youth who made advances towards Dana but was soundly rejected was the final straw. Being healers, and not fighters, the outcome was evident. Dana's mother was lynched before her eyes, and Dana herself was badly burnt and left to die.

None of her assailants survived that day, as an enraged Brian ripped every single of the lynchers apart, as the young woman still clung to what little life she had left. Brian, being no healer himself, faced a cruel choice. Leave her die, or save her and turn her into a werewolf. Dana still doesn't comprehend why he chose what he chose, but the end result was that Dana was transformed into a werewolf that day, which saved her life.

Out of guilt, the Wolf-cursed taught Dana the ropes, and the two became not unlike master and disciple as they roamed throughout the forest canopies of Europe. Which were steadily but surely growing smaller and smaller, leaving practically no room for the werewolves. It was then when Dana decided to migrate to North America alongside Brian, not because the forests, but also because the many opportunities the new world parts offered to her herbalism.

At the same time, the scientific displine known as medicine caught Dana's eye, and inbetween coming to terms with her nature and roaming the forests, she studied the discipline formally, becoming enamored with the selfless ethic of the science. Dana wished to be a doctor with all her heart, cursed or not. She started to smile more often.

Until the other werewolves power struggles tore her beloved master apart. Brian, unfortunately, had been in the way of the Silver Moon, and he stood little chance. But Dana wasn't going to bow down to the pack so easily, not with all the poisonous drugs they took profit from. Dana could understand Brian dying to another werewolf, and she didn't resent that fact, but the medic in her could not stand the drug racket. She then joined the NYPD as a forensic, in order to help the people clean the place from that noxious influence, putting her expertise in the supernatural as well as her medical expertise to help the department.

Personality: Dana is a withdrawn, shy woman, which is defined by her love of medicine and her actual willingness to help others whenever she can. However, after being on the receiving end of some of the worst traits of humanity, Dana has developed a thick shell of cynicism and sarcasm which is quite hard to shatter. She delights herself in making abrasive, bitter remarks of her peers, although deep down, she's loyal to the lot, like a wolf to the pack. And her pack is the NYPD.

Powers: Dana is a bit of a runt of a werewolf, being slightly weaker than the average, but slightly faster aswell due to her lithe physique.
Dana has also keener senses than most other werewolves, in particular her smell, which can match those of police dogs. Couple with her analytical skills and forensic knowledge, she's a skilled tracker.
Dana can also speak with other canids, but she mostly doesn't bother. Dogs are STUPID on the most part, and wolves in NY? Get. Real.
In addition to her werewolf powers, Dana is a skilled healer. She also practices Kung fu to keep somewhat fit, but she's a far shot from a proper martial artist.

Other: Dana keeps a K-9 companion around called Agent Porkchop. Naturally, she can track as well as porkchop with her keen senses, if not better, but she wants him to feel useful and keep appearance with the rest of the people who are not in the loop. She also carries a dart gun with Wolfsbane (for werewolves) and a powerful blood coagulant (for disabling vampires and quick first aid) just in case.She also loves being petted and being scratched behind her ear