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Dusk: The Return of Caligo Nox.

~Prologue~

There are many different renditions of the great story ‘Caligo Nox: Vanquished Shadow Wizard,’ but they each have a level of falsity. For starters, Caligo Nox was never truly vanquished, but rather sealed. This is the truth of the historic tale, without embellishment.

Almost a thousand years ago there were five friends, a True Vampire, a Shifter Werewolf, a Rune Wizard and a Shadow Wizard. They went on many adventures together and despite their differences they overcame any obstacle. On one such adventure they journeyed to a cave which was said to house a horrible monster.

”Hurry now, Caligo!” A voice called from above him as he strove to climb a cliff face.
“Easy for you to say, Lupin, you were up there after a few leaps!” Caligo yelled right back, miffed with his own lack of agility and strength.
“I still think you could climb a lot faster if it wasn’t for that silly robe you insist on wearing-“
“Hey! This is a Nox family heirloom and I Caligo Nox-“
“Wear it as a testament of being a true Shadow Wizard. Yeah, yeah so you keep telling me. But honestly, it’s ancient, like Vladimir ancient.” His comment, overhead by the said vampire, caused him to be whacked on the back of the head.
“Refrain from dragging me into your little spat, Pup.” Vladimir countered with a smirk and easily dodged the swing aimed at him. While they continued Caligo slowly climbed ever closer to the ledge. Yes the ends of his robes looked to be in tatters, but that was what it was meant to look like. It was the Shadow Wizards style.
“Leech!”
“Pup.”
“Old man!”
“Flea ridden mongrel.”
“Cold blooded-“
“Shh! Both of you!” Chrystoph interjected as he returned from scouting ahead, his homemade rune shoes allowing him the ability of flight. It wasn’t that he was angry at them; he was just worried that the monster would wake up. “I found the cave. It’s only a little further up and I could hear it sleeping. Lupin, help Caligo up. Vladimir follow me.” With that Chrystoph was off with Vladimir following closely behind, scaling the cliff face effortlessly. Lupin looked over the edge and down at Caligo. He was further up than he was before, but now he was just about in reaching distance. Dropping to his knees by the edge of the ledge he was on, Lupin reached down and grabbed hold of Caligo’s wrist and hoisted him up, as if he weighed nothing.
“What the-! Lupin, put me down!” Caligo spluttered indignantly. He had almost gotten to the top, without any help.
“Sorry. Sorry.” Lupin apologised through laughs and gently set Caligo on his feet. “Scrawny thing aren’t you?” He observed jokingly while also staying close in case Caligo needed to be steadied in his state of exhaustion. Caligo whacked him in the chest, not that Lupin really felt it, and looked around.
“Where did Vladimir go?”
“Oh I got fed up with his attitude and tossed him over the edge. Did you not see him on your way up?” Lupin replied seriously but it only lasted a moment before a big smile appeared and he chuckled at the look on Caligo’s face. “To the cave. The monster is asleep in it.” He finally answered honestly then apologised.
“Why are you apolo- Ah!” Before he could finish asking the question, Lupin hefted him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took a running leap at the next section of cliff. And in almost no time at all Caligo was again placed on his feet as the stood next to both Vladimir and Chrystoph as they observed a dark cave entrance. The sight of it made Caligo rather happy. As a Shadow Wizard the dark was his domain.

“Crystoph, you said you could hear it sleeping right? I don’t detect anything.” Vladimir whispered just loud enough for the three to hear.
“So? It just means that things will be a lot more interesting. But, I will take the lead with the Leech and you two can bring up the rear.” Lupin whispered back before shifting into his true form. A big, black furred wolf with striking gold eyes, standing just about shoulder to shoulder with the others. With a nod from each of them, they strode forward and into the depths of the dark cave.

Before the light from the cave entrance complexly faded, Crystoph took a crystal globe from his pocket and wrote the rune of Light onto its surface. His eyes glowed white as he transferred his power and moments later the globe filled the cave with a soft light.
“What’s this? A Vamp, were and two wizards? How… interesting.” Came a deep rumble from the back of the cave and the group came to a sudden stop. The light from Chrystoph’s globe revealed the form of their monster and it was big. It stood up on hind legs, matted fur covering its bulk with areas of grey skin, primarily on his feet, tail, chest and taloned arm wings. With ears pinned back, Lupin bared his fangs at the creature and stood protectively in front of both Caligo and Chrystoph. Next to him Vladimir regarded the creature intently.
“How unexpected. We’ve stumbled upon a-“
“A hybrid. Born and raised.” The creature affirmed with a leer and seconds later it charged forward.

Caligo became enraptured by the hybrids show of power and after its defeat he hauled himself up in his family’s library to research how he could obtain the same. He remerged days later and sought his friends, for he had found a way to achieve what he greatly desired. Power. His proposed idea was met with discouragement from his friends but still he persisted. Months passed and his obsession grew ever stronger, when he was alone, he heard voices from the shadows, telling him that if his friends would not freely give what he needed, then he should just take it. And he did.

On another adventure, the group faced a particularly vicious Changed, one who had not fed in quite some time and had been reduced to a mindless beast. Both Vladimir and Lupin had been wounded and after Chrystoph administered treatment (despite knowing that the two would heal in no time), Caligo took the bloody bandages, hiding them until he returned home.

He locked himself in his study and moved furniture to the sides of the room in a mad frenzy, causing things to fall and break. The only thing untouched was an ancient tome on a mantle, tendrils of darkness flipped through its pages as he approached. In one hand he held the bloody bandages and in the other a shadow blade formed. As soon as he reached the dais the pages stopped on a rather dark spell and he read the words of a forbidden tongue. During the first line he used the shadow blade to cut both of his palms and lifted them up as if in offering before binding his left hand with Vladimir’s bloody bandage and his right hand was bound with Lupins. Again he raised his hands up and continued to recite. However, unnoticed by Caligo, trails of shadow crawled up his legs, congealing upon contact with his skin.
By the time he finished reciting the spell, the shadow had reached his neck and it was only then that he seemed to realise it. His eyes widened as he clawed at the thick substance, which covered him as a second skin. No. No! No!! His mind screamed while the dark covered his mouth and continued over his, nose, eyes and eventually his whole body. His thoughts ran rampant throughout his mind.
It was their fault!
They should have stopped him!
They were the cause of this!
He managed to fall to his knees before the hardening blackness rendered him motionless. Over the span of a week, as if in a cocoon, his body morphed and changed. He was getting what he wanted. Power. But it came with a price.

Breathing in the air in what felt like the first time, a screeching howl left his lips like a babe just born. Birds from a radius of almost one mile, took flight and left the area with other animals following their example. Caligo, who was once a normal Shadow Wizard, was now a monstrous hybrid who thirsted for flesh and blood and stalked the night forever in search for more.

I am the Gloom of Night.
That shadow just out of sight.
The whisper in the wind,
As a chill blows in.

From shadow I strike,
Deep at night.
Flee.
Hide.
Just try.
But your life,
Mine.

A monster?
A Blight?
Nay,
I am always.
I am forever.
I am the Gloom of Night.

Flesh and blood, however, was not the only thing he now desired. What he wanted above all else was retribution, against three people. Vladimir Cruor, Lupin Dualis and Chrystoph Loitsu. He had a deep set hate brought about by the darkness and not even their deaths would be enough. But he need not search for them for they would undoubtedly follow the path of destruction and find him.

Caligo Nox was their friend and there was no way they would kill him. But it wasn’t just that; they didn’t know if they even could kill him. Chrystoph could sense the powerful dark spell on him and it was an ancient one. Since killing wasn’t an option it was decided that they would try to seal him instead, but a sealing on a living body was unheard of, not to mention that they didn’t exactly have the materials for such a thing. They were currently at Caligo’s family home, which had basically been reduced to a state of shambles and Chrystoph remembered giving Caligo an ebony crystal cube. If he could find it, it would be perfect to use as a container for the sealing. Leaving Lupin and Vladimir to distract Caligo, Chrystoph successfully found the ebony crystal cube and began making adjustments to it via writing runes onto its surface. With it now complete they only needed to keep Caligo in place long enough to seal him away. Lupin’s attempts were futile as were Vladimir’s but by working together, Lupin distracted him and Vladimir, in his true form, successfully trapped him in his blood snare. Unfortunately the win did not come without sacrifice and Vladimir paid the ultimate one. Keeping Caligo in place had to be done in close range which meant that Vladimir was also in range of counter attacks. Shadow tendrils continuously staked Vladimir’s body until a final one staked right through his heart just as Caligo was sealed.

Lupin and Chrystoph were herald as heroes although they felt like anything but. For they had lost two of their best friends. One in death and the other to shadow. Knowing that the seal could still be undone, Chrystoph took the rune cube with him on one of his trips over to the human side of the barrier and to a hidden study, where it has remained in secret ever since.

History is now a myth. A bedtime story that mothers tell their children. But soon it would return to being a reality…

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~One month ago~
“Chrystella Loitsu! Chrystella! Ella! Open the door!” The incessant voice was joined by thundering knocks upon the front door all of which echoed up to the top most room of the tower. Chrystella knew exactly who it was at the door, her young cousin Chryston who was a mix of Rune Wizard and Changed Werewolf. He had been coming over every week for the past few years and spouting on about wanting to find a way to break her immortal rune. But it was impossible and she had come to terms with that. The only thing her cousin was accomplishing was reopening old wounds and pouring salt on them. He thought he was doing her a favour but he was only hurting her. Today she drew a line, enough was enough and it was high time she set things straight. She did not want to hear another word about her cursed immortal rune.

Chrystella took her sweet time in getting to the front door, stopping to straighten crooked paintings and opening closed windows. Not once did she bother saying that she was almost there to let him in and so the knocking and yelling persisted. In what could have very likely been fifteen minutes, Chrystella finally opened the door and watched with a smile as he fell onto the floor by her feet.

“Oh good. I thought you couldn’t hear me. Perhaps you should invest in a door bell?” He suggested as he stood up, dusting away the invisible dirt on his pants. He moved in for a hug but Chrystella was already heading to the living room so he closed the door and followed after her.

“I think I found the answer this time Ella! I found out that Chrystoph Loitsu, your great, great, great, great, great grandfather and founder of the Rune Witch and Wizard line, had a secret study over on the human side of the barrier. If I can find it I am positive that I can also find the way to remove the immortal rune that the old hag gave you.” He exclaimed happily, too excited to sit down on the couch where Chrystella sat, a frown on her face. She gave him a moment to calm down before responding.

“Chryston, I know you mean well, but, I want you to stop this nonsense! There is absolutely nothing that I, you or anyone else can do to remove it. I have accepted this fact, why can’t you? You are my little cousin and I do not want you wasting your life on this stupid-“

“Exactly! I am your little cousin; I am eight years younger than you and already look older than you!” He exploded and grabbed hold of her arms, lifting her up from the couch. Momentarily forgetting his stronger than average strength caused by his half Changed blood. “Everyone else in our family is ignoring you like the plague. They think they are doing you a favour by not coming to visit! Have you even heard from your mother?” He dared to ask, it was a cruel thing to do, but he felt it was necessary. Until he caught sight of her tears and mentally kicked himself. He gently set her back down onto the couch and knelt in front of her.
“Oh Ella… I am sor-“
“… out…”
“What?”
“Get out!” She repeated louder and moved away from him. She didn’t think he could sink to that level, but he just did and it greatly upset her.
“They are doing me a favour! They know how it will break my heart to see them age right before my eyes! But you! You don’t even seem to care that it seems like only yesterday that you barely reached my shoulders and now tower over me! And who knows maybe tomorrow your hair will be greying and you’ll bring along your kids to visit me! You want to go over to the human side? Fine! But do not think that I will let you back! Now show yourself to the door!” She yelled through her tears and ran out of the living room, to the staircase which led to the tower.

Chryston was absolutely ashamed with himself. He had never seen her that upset before and he was the sole cause of it. He clenched his fists and made a decision. He was going to find the secret study and a way to break Chrystella’s immortal rune, even if it was the last thing he did. However before leaving he wrote a letter and placed it on the living room table.

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~Present time~
Chrystella safely placed the letter from Chryston into an inner pocket of her dark navy blue cape as she stood on the towers balcony, ready to leave on her daily barrier maintenance run. From her over-the-shoulder Space Rune bag, she pulled out her handmade Antigravity Flight Rune broom. Once comfortably settled, the broom rose from the balcony and took to the air. The air was cold as it usually was during this early hour but it had a biting chill and carried a dark intent. Something was stirring. Something dangerous.

Still awhile away Chrystella could hear the booming sounds of collision upon the barrier, but even from her vantage point above the tree tops, she could only see the resulting flashes of light as the barrier deterred and not what was making the impact. She wasn’t sure how long it had been going on for but once she returned home she would probably have inquiring guests. As she drew nearer to the barrier whatever it was causing the disturbance seemed to just vanish, that was until further along the barrier the disturbances began to reoccur. Heading over, whatever it was once again vanished only to reappear further along. The process repeated until Chrystella had finally had enough and directed her broom to lower back to the ground. The moment her feet touched the ground she hopped off the broom and carried it over with her to the barrier and pulled her crystal wand from her sleeves. Crouching down right before the barrier she infused the wand with her power, her eyes flashing different colours for each of the elemental runes she wrote onto the barriers surface. Next she wrote a command rune which caused the barrier to release a wave of repelling energy all the way along its length

Over on the other side of the barrier a humanoid form covered in writhing shadows approached. It seemed to be struggling with itself, one part wanting to go forward and the other wanting to go back to way it had come, yet it ever slowly continued forward. Chrystella rose from her crouch and stared curiously at it, her heart thumping loudly in her chest when it raised its hand in her direction as if reaching for her. No, not for her, but the very barrier itself, her eyes widened. Didn’t it know that it would be repelled back? No one or thing could enter the barrier unless they had an Entry Rune and only she provided them. Well, for a price, just as it had always been done by the barrier protectors before her. The Vampires were her biggest buyers and often always got the more expensive, 10 turn pass runes.

She jumped back just as the shadow covered hand touched the barrier. Instantly a light display began in response to a touch without an Entry Rune and tried repelling the intrusion. The shocks which would undoubtedly have been coursing through its form seemingly went unnoticed as its hand stayed flat against the barrier. Amazingly, the longer the hand remained more and more of the shadow was blown back and revealed what was underneath. A young man and as more shadows were removed the man became increasingly familiar.
“Chyston…” She whispered breathlessly and once the name left her lips his eyes darted to her. From sunken, sleep deprived eyes, tears began to form. His skin was chalky white and he looked severally malnourished, it was like the shadows had been draining his very life force. Suddenly things made sense. He did indeed know that the barrier would repel him without an Entry Rune, but it would also repel the shadows and that was what he had been counting on.

When the shadows were completely removed from his body, Chryston finally allowed himself to be blasted away from the barrier in a final flash of light. Chrystella ran after him, right through the barrier and to his side. Checking for injuries she only found a singed palm.

“I Found it… I-it exists and… and the answer is there. B-But, it’s my fault… My fault!” His weak body began to spasm from the strain and grabbing onto Chrystella’s arms he whispered, “He is back… And angry, very angry. With only a taste of my blood he saw my memories. H-he saw… you.” His words sent a shiver down her spine; however she ignored it and tried to calm him down.
“Shh it is alright now. It’s okay. I am here.” She cooed softly and pulled him into her lap, stroking his hair just like she use to when he was much younger. Sleepily he stared up at her and raised a bony, ice cold hand to her cheek.

“At least I didn’t fail my promise. Find the way to break the immortal rune, even if it is the last thing I do, so that Ella doesn’t have to be lonely. I just wish I could be there… to see you happy.” His whispers were getting increasingly harder to hear and his eyes stared at her unseeingly. Another tremor shook his body, yet he continued to speak.
“Flee… Hide... Just try... But your life…” The words faded and with an exhale of breath so too did his life. His arm falling limp. Hugging his body close, tears trailed down her cheeks. The next second she was watching in horror as his body began to blow away into the wind, like ash, catching the particles was futile as it only slipped right through her fingers. Not knowing what else to do, Chrystella threw her head back and screamed.
“Chryston!” She never got the chance to say sorry. Never got the chance to let him know just how much she loved it when he came over and how much he meant to her. And now she would never get the chance. She wouldn’t even get to give him a proper burial and his friends and family wouldn’t get to say their farewells.

Lost in her grief, three disfigured creatures approached from the bushes behind Chrystella. A crack of a branch under a sharply taloned paw finally alerted her to their presence. Looking back she jumped up in shock at what she saw. The creatures were definitely hybrids, but they slowly stalked forward like hungry mindless animals. They were no more than mere beasts and she was their pray. The closest one lashed out at her, its sharp claws slashing three wounds on her upper left arm. Gasping, she spun around and sprinted back to the barrier, hurriedly giving herself the Entry Rune on her palm. She passed though just before the three creatures pounced, their bodies colliding with the barrier and suddenly being thrown back. The shock did not deter them and they continued to throw themselves at the barrier. Wasting no more time she hopped on her broom and took flight back to her home. Her wound seeping blood through her fingers.

Dusk: The Return of Caligo Nox

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The Council of Three:
GM = Absolute Grace
Co-GM = Mortim
Co-GM = Daxam

Cast:

Chrystella Loitsu (Absolute Grace)

Name: Chrystella Loitsu
Nickname: Ella
Appears: 18 Actual Age: 28
Personality: Chrystella tends to be quite introspective and introverted which makes people see her as aloof and sometimes even melancholy. However she is rather shy and revels in her isolation but sometimes the loneliness becomes unbearable and she will yearn for company and when people come to see her during this phase she bestows them superb hospitality.
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Species: Witch
Subspecies: Rune Witch
Specific Attributes: Unlike normal witches who recite spells from books and make potions in cauldron, Rune witches write runes into thin air or onto a surface using a crystal wand to cast magic. Runes can be used in combinations beginning with ‘Base runes’ which are the elements = Fire, air, water, metal, earth, nature, lightening, ice etc. and must include ‘Command runes’ = attack, target, protect, explode, trap, etc. More intricate combinations include ‘Mystic Runes’ = space, time, gravity, etc.

While she could be mistaken as a human on first glance, upon closer inspection she most definitely is not. Her iris’ are as black as her pupils, but changes colour depending on which Base Rune she begins casting a spell with. (Fire-red. Water-blue. Earth-brown. Nature-green. Lightning-yellow. Ice-pastleblue. Metal-silver). Physically, she is slender and a petit 5ft2. Her hair is white and a single strand is like the surface of a crystal but as soft as silk.
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Background: Chrystella was born into a long line of pure blooded Rune Witches but is now the last of her pure line. Her great grandmother who was the recent protector of the barrier which surrounds the forest, had drawn onto herself the Rune of Time back when she took over from the protector before her and agelessly watched over the barrier for the span of nearly four average human lifetimes, but the rune was wearing out. When Chrystella was five years old she was chosen to be the next barriers protector and was taken under the wing of her great grandmother to learn the ways.

On her 18th birthday, Chrystella’s great grandmother’s Time Rune finally wore out and she was free to live out a normal lifetime. However, before she left the job of protector solely to her great granddaughter, thoughts of a future impure line of Rune Witches plagued her thoughts and so that night she went into Chrystella’s room and carved the Rune of Time right into the flesh above her heart and sealed it in place so that it could not be removed nor wear out. The physical pain was severe but not as bad as the pain of knowing that she now was condemned to live forever and watch the people she loves pass her by. On one particularly bad day when she was at her lowest, she tried to scrape away the Rune with a knife but the spot healed by the next day and the Rune remained. It has been ten years since then. She has given up hope of removing the Rune and she still has the appearance of an 18 year old and will forever more.
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Extra: Chrystella has a small satchel with the rune of ‘space’ sewn into the material. (It’s like the Mary Poppins bag where lots of big and small objects can magically fit into it).

Chrystella’s Broom , with the combination of runes ‘air and gravity’ carved onto its wooden surface give it the ability of flight.

Her handmade Crystal wand

Instead of the traditional ‘pointy witches hat,’ Chrystella wears a dark navy blue oversized beret. Instead of the traditional black witches dress she wears a hoodless dark navy blue cape with a high collar over her everyday clothes.

Cassandra O

Name: Cassandra O'conner
Nickname: Cassie
Actual Age: 22, Appears 18.

Personality: Cassandra is kind, loyal and brave. Three words t describe her, and these always come to mind. She will do anything for those she cares about, even if it means risking her life, she will be, and is, the greatest friend and ally one could have. She is fiercely determined, and driven to do the best she can do in anything.

Species: Werewolf
Subspecies: Shifter
Specific Attributes: Cassandra is skilled at hunting and tracking. She can, and does shift at will.


Background: Cassandra was born to werewolf parents, who inturn were born werewolves. Cassandra grew up learning both human and werewolf traditions. She grew up with two brothers, twins they were, and three years older. Because of this, she led a somewhat sheltered life, with her brothers protecting her from any dangers they saw. Cassie however would sneak out, simply to prove to herself that she could protect herself.

Extra: her parents took in a pack a wolf pups when she was a kid and as such, she has a particular bond to each of them, and at times has relied on them for help.

Zacary Dualis (Daxam)

Appearance Image:
Human form

Wolf form

Name: Zacary Dualis

Nickname: Zac

Age: 24

Personality: Although his picture might imply the opposite, Zac is a fun-loving, friendly, outgoing kind of guy. He loves making friends and being a friend to others. Much like his lupine half, he considers any friends he makes his pack and will defend them with his life, no matter if the odds are stacked against him or not.

Species: Werewolf

Subspecies: Shifter werewolf

Specific Attributes: While in human form, Zac's hearing and sense of smell are heightened, enabling him to hear and smell things that would be lost to regular ears and noses, as well as his strength. Everything else, however, stays the same until he transforms, increasing his smell and hearing even further while also making him faster. In wolf form, the top of his head comes up to about the middle of a person's upper arm. In human form, he stands a little taller than average, roughly 6'3", and has thick black hair, similar to his wolf form's fur.

Background: Throughout his childhood, Zac had dealt with the awe and the envy of being the descendant of Lupin Dualis, who assisted in defeating Caligo Nox all those years ago. Everyone treated him like he was someone important because of, as he put it, "something some dead dude did a long time ago." This annoyed Zac, having always been the type of person who wanted to be judged not by the acts of others, but by his own deeds. Frustrated that no one seemed to understand, he eventually decided he had enough and left his town, deciding to find something that would make him deserving of their praise.

Extra: When wet, even in human form, he shakes like a dog. Same goes for itching, in the sense that he uses his leg to scratch, mainly because he wants to.

Say

Appearance: She is 5'9" with an athletic build. She has waist-length black hair and bright red eyes. She wears black slip on shoes, black pants with a dark red flame design up to the knee, a white sleeveless shirt, a black jacket, and white cloth bandages wrapped around her hands and lower arm up to the elbow. She also wears a dark red wizards companion necklace.
Name: Say'ri
Nickname: Sayu
Actual Age and an optional Appears Age: 416 Appears 16
Personality: Very protective of friends and difficult to anger.

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Species: Vampire
Subspecies: Rosario Vampire
Specific Attributes: Is unaffected by sunlight. Their most prominent ability is the ability to turn their magical aura into pure strength and heightened healing ability. They also have a partial transformation ability. This ability allows her to transform her body into that of a limited number of animals. Full transformation limited to bat, rat, and wolf. They can also partially transform into most other animals. Ex. grow dragon wings. Despite both these strengths they have several weaknesses the most prominent being water. It drains them of all their aura and hurts like an electric shock unless they put a special herb mixture into it before drinking or taking a bath. The other two are silver and crosses both draining them of their aura and effectively sealing it when put together.

Background: Say'ri grew up in a small town without much contact with people outside her town. One day an outsider visited the village and Say'ri was so curious that she followed her that night. The outsider turned out to be a vampire and attacked her that night. Barely surviving the attack it took her several days to recover. However upon recovering from the attack she was changed into a vampire. The town soon figured it out due to the fact that Say'ri was unable to control her strength and her need for blood. She was then chased out and forced to live on her own. She's spent most of her live moving from place to place until she found Dusk and began living there taking any job she could get.

Extra: She always carries around throwing knives with her. She also has a sword that is made of orichalcum so that it can withstand her strength. The sword is called Dragons Claw. She calls the knives the Dragon's Fangs.

Dragniast Pelferdren Sorhearth (Mortim)

Name: Dragniast Pelferdren Sorhearth
Nickname: Undertaker
Actual Age and an optional Appears Age: 203 appears late teens early 20’s
Personality: Aloof, elegant, and noble. Even with his lack in small-talk and collected personality, Dragniast is fairly naive and can get easily flustered towards things which frustrate him such as in-elegance or unsymmetrical shapes. He might not show said habits outwardly, but such things are most certainly there. Beneath that instinctual finesse there is another side to him… few have ever seen it.

Species: Vampire
Subspecies: Contracted Undertaker

Specific Attributes: Immunity to sunlight, doesn't feed, immense power even when compared to other vampires. Unaffected by the usual vampire deterrents (Garlic, crosses, holy-water etc…). Natural strength and senses are currently far above that of any average vampire, even some of the naturally stronger races would have trouble to match ability. This specific contract covers the ability to control and shape-shift into fog. Fragments or very small sections of the body can be transformed into this vapor which can in itself become thread that is stronger than steel. Control over fog derived from the body is immense, meaning that feats which might be considered impossible for vaporous liquid can easily be achieved. Should this fog be somehow contained or pulled from him it can shift from existence and move back into his body, when this happens it becomes difficult to turn that specific section of body back into vapor for several hours.

Background: Dragniast had always been the outcast in his noble family, never considered for inheritance whilst having having hardly anything to contribute other than great table etiquette. Soon after the death of his districts past contractor he was selected by the northern undertaker to combat genocide and unnatural life-forces. He has been trained vigorously and educated non-stop for 150 years, having the chance to actually gain combat experience for the past 33. He wasn't missed in the Sorhearth household considering they were payed with wealth even beyond their imagining to be rid of him by North. They are now within the upper echelon of wealthy Noble-family’s.

Extra: He’s secretly very curious of most humans and wonders what ‘normality’ really is. Especially farmers… they truly are an enigma.

Marduk(manapool1)

Name: Marduk
Nickname: The Salem horror
Age: 21 and looks just as old
Personality: Thought he tries to be nice and happy to everyone that he can, he gets fed up with people easily and is very hot headed. He is loyal to the witches around him and constantly helps them find things. Thought at times he seems perverted and can be a bit of a freak, he tends to be nice to the fellow people that have been coded "monsters" but has a hate for humans, and has a hobby of stalking them into paranoia, and killed a few, giving him his name.

Species: Were
Subspecies: Skin Walker
Specific Attributes: only about 4' 8 feet tall, personally likes to have people wake up, only to find him watching

[b[Background:[/b] born to a small native american tribe, Marduk was taught to be the best he could, but at age 6 his family and the rest of his tribe was killed off, leaving only him, as he learned of his power as a skin walker then and there. He decided he would take out all that did this to him.
Extra: Has a strange interest with people's skin, rats , and has always wanted to be a florist. He is also has a problem dealing with his pica disorder.

Vilo Leonhardt (FoxFireOfDawn)

Human form:
Preferred form:

Name: Vilo Leonhardt
Nickname: Vii
Actual Age: 22 Appearance Age: 19
Personality: Vilo is more a shy, irresponsible guy, despite his appearance. He can get interested and bored about things at an alarmingly fast rate. Because of that, most people say he's carefree and childish. He has a different side to him, though, one that he prefers to keep a secret and under control. If someone tries to pry to see what this other personality is, then he normally says, "That persistence could get you killed one day, you know. Maybe by a rabid dog of sorts, you never know these days~" and walks off, smirking.

Species: Werewolf
Subspecies: Canine Claudoshifter
Specific Attributes: He can only shift into any animal in the canine family and can do it even if he's never seen the creature, but it's necessary for him to M-shift (Mind-shift - Basically changing his persona and mood to match the animals) before-hand.

Background: Since Vilo wasn't a pure werewolf, according to the members in his pack, after he was fully grown as a wolf, they abandoned him and left him there on his own to survive. Vilo didn't mind this, since the members were all cruel and selfish towards him. Having no other relatives, he learnt to survive on his own. Once, while he was taking a walk in his wolf form, a bear had attacked him and caused a few ribs to break and for him to get the scar down his eye and bite mark on his ear. He barely survived the attack and soon fled away so he wouldn't get killed. Now, he stays far away from forests, woods etc.
Extra: He has a necklace around his neck that seems to blink if you stare at it for too long...

+ ... (DrPhase)
+ ... (Nyxella)

Vampires, Werewolves and Witches Oh My!

Okay guys the IC/OOC will be up in a few hours. Get those CS' PMed to me :)

Emma and Gareth: Are you two still intent on joining the rp?