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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:39 pm
Please submit your completed profile form in this thread
Once approved, a crew member will move it to the Profile Thread Application Name: Age: Appearance: Personality: Occupation: Family: Sex: Race: Background: Sample Role-play:
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 9:37 pm
Name: Asumi Terashima
Age: 18
Appearance: Very pale skin, dark red hair, green eyes, a scar located on her left cheek. Usually wears a sleeveless, leather shirt and pants wrapped with belts all over with a loose black over coat.
Personality: She is a very independent individual easily angered and very violent. She is very self confident and has a lot of ego.
Occupation: Assassin
Family: Unknown
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Background: Having unique skills which the government was looking for at young age children, Asumi was taken away from her family and trained to be a classified assassin. however with special "uniques" came a responsibility which was watching her carefully of random killing. She has had in the past beaten up other students of her age group. Asumi even managed to severely injure her teachers. By the time she had past 12, however, in training of real weapons she has managed to kill her peers and teachers. At the age of 16 she graduated from the academy and is now starting on simple jobs of killing certain targets. However because of her nature the government tends to put her in missions where she can kill everyone in site.
Sample Role-play:
Placing her position on a staircase a slim figured crouched down holding a snipper riffle resting firmly on the ground. A black leathered gloved hand gripped at the handle finger touching at the trigger. The over whelming urge to kill soon grew in her chest bangs softly brushed against her face. It wasn't long before her target was about to walk from the door where she took aim. Smirking ever so softly her finger itched desperately to shoot at something.
Name: Veldan
Age: Appears 22 (20,000)
Appearance:
Has a very dark death-like aura making her surroundings dark and twisted.
Personality: Veldan is one with no words to share with a cold hearted nature. Her nature is having hatred for all living things, being cruel to whatever she handled. Because of her hatred she kills with no mercy.
Occupation: Vampire Lord
Family: All dead
Sex: Female
Race: Vampire
Background: During the first formation of the Thirteen Houses, the first Lord's child was a female, naming her Veldan. Veldan, however, had an odd birth being created with the combination of dark magic and blood from rare species. Her father, wishing for a son but instead resulted with a daughter was dreadful for the next head Lord was to be that of a male. Attempting to have another child hoping for a boy was crucial for gathering the same materials that made Veldan was time consuming near impossible. Her mother, graceful of being blessed with a daughter stopped her father from killing Veldan; he had no choice but to obey. Veldan was taught of her heritage; as she first learned to walk she learn to to wield a sword. It was at age six before the time her mother was to pass away from sickness; with the help of the other Houses they managed to bind her soul to a double scythe. When that happened Veldan's father tried every possible way to getting rid of her without raising suspicion from the other Houses. Veldan's mind development started to turn twisted intaking hatred for her father and the stunts he pulled; along with the fact her birth seem to play a roll of making this personality reality. After a hundred years of doing her fathers commands putting up with torture and abuse (being said it was part of making her stronger) to the point he tried to kill her and failed (saying it was a game). When the time came her father saw that Veldan's powers were developing in an uncontrollable rate, thus making the decision to kill her before she grew any more. Her mental mind broke and ended up killing everyone in the House they ruled with the scythe her mother's soul was bond to. From then on Veldan went away ruling at her own likings keeping a distance from anything living until her cravings to kill would arise from the shallowness of her mind. Out of not wanting to waste her energy she gathered five slaves with unique skills.Name: NightClaw
Age: 6
Appearance: Being that of an experiment and being monitored by female scientists, NightClaw usually wears nothing being caged in a room; during her later release she wears a hooded long sleeve shirt that goes down to her thighs with a belt across the stomach. Armored gauntlets cover her hands having a sword welded to her back. She appears to be in her twenties.
Personality: Has none in general, does what she is “programmed” to do. By the means of programmed it could be considered brainwash or being ordered from her superior. However, she reads others emotions and tries to apply if not doing what she is told.
Occupation: Exterminator
Family: None
Sex: Female
Race: Unknown
Background: There isn’t much to her background; inside the laboratory underneath the University of New York born in a tube container. Ever since technology has grown scientist tried to create the perfect being to slay the terrifying creature known as the Chiropteran. But out of the fifty experiments there was the same flow of flaw in each prototype resulting in the experiments of denial of taking commands or malfunctioning during a testing stage with a Chiropteran. Finally in the year of 2002 one experiment was finally successful. Taking female form the scientist Doctor Margaret Sinclair gave the experiment the name NightClaw. NightClaw was made to learn things quickly, adapt to what was thrown and at the same time to only take commands from her creator. NightClaw, however, was only meant at the time for security outbreak situations in the lab during lockdown then to exterminate the problem. NightClaw was an experiment still under testing and not to be released into the world till reassurance of the prototype was made.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 6:10 pm
Name: Mister B. Gone
Age: Unknown (Appears to be in his mid 40’s)
Appearance: Standing just over six feet tall with broad shoulders, you can clearly tell he is possibly in the best shape of his life. His hair is an onyx black that falls down past his shoulders and seems to just absorb what little light there is. With a cold look in his eyes, he will gently nod to greet you as you enter his domain without uttering a single word. He can usually be found behind the bar and all you can see him wearing is a black button down dress shirt that hugs his torso firmly with a matching solid black tie along with a pair of dark suspenders. The kind of wardrobe you would find in the late 1920’s. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows exposing his pale, smooth forearms.
Personality: He comes across as a very cold and serious person, even to those he’s known for years. Normally being one who is tolerant, it would be unwise to anger such a man. There have been many accounts of those who were unlucky enough to do so.
Occupation: As owner of Nightshade, Mr. G. still works as the bartender every night. He employs 6 waitresses and 2 cooks that all operate on rotating shifts. His reputation has allotted him the pleasure of not requiring a bouncer or any other form of security.
Family: None living…
Sex: Male
Race: Unknown, but appears to be human
Background: What little is known about his past is common knowledge. Mr. G. has been the owner of Nightshade since it opened 12 years ago. He has only a handful of close friends (if you can call them that since he only is seen with them at his bar). He seems to have no family, or if he does he never speaks of them. It is rumored that he served in some form of the armed forces, being trained in hand to hand combat and varies forms of weapons.
Sample Role-play: *Not Needed*
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 2:32 pm
Name: Marcus Zvindge Lundair Age: 296 (18 looking) Appearance:  A dark aura seems to loom around this saddened figure. 6inch long black hair with stains of blood streaking down. Mostly slouches (slightly), keeping eye contact out of the question. black leather clothing to match his depressed look. Plane white mask with a tear drop or such, he has a special mask that he has had with him since the experiments. His eyes have no origianl color; they change either on his general mood or if he concitrates to his whim, for the experiments on him altered the way his body/eyes function. In his trench coat he has several holes which "Shikes", or razor edged tendriles emerge, with one short purple stinger looking one(about 7-8 feet long, but no longer). The normal dark teal colored ones can reach up to 20-30ft, 50ft if he sinks all them back in and extends one out that far... Personality: Psychotically humorous; Neutral Evil for whom understands what that means. Occupation: Killing humans and mythical creatures (mainly vampires) for what happend to him at age 18 Family: Mother, Father, younger brother all slaughtered by a vampire. Shianna and himself were turned by the freak... Sex: Male Race: Vampire Background: In the begining of the 1700's he lived with his family in London England. he would protect his house from attacks since his father left the family when Marcus was 12 years old. He had a twin sister and his 6 year old brother. Sample Role-play: Marcus holding his greatsword with two hands stood there unflintching as the vampire drove itself towards Marcus. Marcus spinds around letting the monster by, slashing it at the back; blood flies from it's back as it whelps from pleasure. They both scream as they wack, slice, crack, and punch each other countless times. blood drips from Marcus' mouth as the vampire continues to regenerate itself. Marcus wakes from his dream, a frequent dream that seems to question his beginings. "why do I keep living this lie?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 12:02 pm
Name: Cervantus De Leanorodo *Just call him Leo* Age: 18 Appearance: Shaggy hair, baggy shirt and generic jeans Personality: Pretty crazy, not caring for others opinion often doing what he wants on impulse Occupation: Jobless Family: Currently squirrels Sex: Male Race: Human Background: Since He was legal drinking age he has been a major party animal and a bar brawler, can hold his liquor loves a challange. Is also VERY RANDOM! Sample Role-play:*Holding his bottle in one hand, and a persons head in the other, he collided the two with great force because the person spilled his bear all over the place* NEXT TIME WATCH WERE YEAH GOING!? Name: Ryuken Gotetsu Age: 20 Appearance:  Occupation: Investigator/ exterminator Family: monks Sex: Male Race: Human Background: Ryuken had been studying with monks in an ancient order that remained hidden the history of the world and the purpose was to maintain the balance of good and evil in the world with there mystical Martial Art, The art of many, an art that has since lost its source due to age, and only knowledge remains with the order. Ryuken was orphaned in Japan as a child and was adopted by one of the elders who became his father and mentor and trained Ryuken in the ways of the order, protecting the world from evil energies and alike. Being of Caucasian decent, it was easy for him to see he did not belong. One day, The Elders of The Order summoned Ryuken and told him of the plight of the city, and asked for him to help quell the violence at the hands of the strange "demons" that plagued the streets there. Ryuken traveled to the city and enrolled him self as a student for cover ans is currently seeking leads or whereabouts of the for mentioned beasts.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 4:32 pm
Name: Fredrict Tass
Age: 28 (15,000)
Appearance: Awkwardly, Fredrict dresses from the old era; a white dress shirt, a black vest, dark red trousers, black light armored boots. Underneath his shirt he wears light plated armor that consists of magical elements. On his right hand his four fingers posses white gold rings. Each ring has a blue, red, white and green jewel each different patterns on the ring loop. Except for a thin pony tail that runs along his back and a small braid in the front, his hair is cut short. Hair colour is a deep grey. His eyes are deep crimson red having two scars on both sides of his cheeks.
Personality: He has a calm mind when in a conscious state, having a bit of pride in himself. Towards others that don't concern him, he avoids. Having a cold side the only thing that effects him is family, which he tends not to bring up. His second personality is the vampire rage that most have where violence and craving for blood takes over the mind. This thought at times means the killing of everything in site.
Occupation:
Family: The Head Thirteen Houses of Weremir
Sex: Male
Race: Vampire
Background: Since the time when vampires first roamed the dark side of earth, thirteen houses (which are lead by a head vampire lord) were established to keep order of a certain family. Each of these houses were placed in different areas of the world ruling over the meek that stood before them. One family, the Tass, born a daughter then a son. As tradition is made the son are to be called of the next head. This meant severe discipline that this boy faced; he was named Fredrict Tass. For the time of his childhood the bearing of his destiny never gave interest for his mind was like a prison feeling freedom slipping away from his grip. Not wanting to live a life of the path of Head, his sister who apposed the tradition of the male being head stepped into the light, however she was ignored due from being female. After a couple hundreds years passed the only thing that Fredrict improved on was his powers and qualifications on being Head of the House, however he wasn't in the right mind to take over the family business. Soon his father grew tired sentencing Fredrict to survive in the outside world to find his place. The idea was to show his son what the real world is like and that the position he would take was a better life. Fredrict taking the offer left ; his sister enraged but saw an opening to take Fredrict's position. Traveling around half of the world consuming about a thousand years of his time the final resting spot was picked where roaming wouldn't be difficult. Many vampires he had encountered were no match to his own. From his personality he cared less of taking lives which gave a sense of respect towards him. When the age of vampires were disappearing Fredrict decided to hid himself away from the outside world to survive, time to time thinking about his family and being head of the Thirteen Houses. Soon enough he would go back to show his worthiness, but time to think it over consumed more of his time. Much time passed when vampires were known as myth was the time Fredrict came from his resting place. Having his second personality take over, Fredrict took out a small village shedding a blood bath. The last survivor was a little boy; Fredricts second personality came to a halt and without a thought took the boy in as his servant with a bite. From then on both kept themselves hidden feasting carefully on the living.
Sample Role-play:
Taking a girl by the head his fingers slowly started to press against her skull, crushing it in the palm of his hand. Fluids started to drip down falling to his feet continuing without a thought about the girls well being. In moments the girls skull collapsed feeling blood and pieces of bone still on his hand, trickling down his wrist. Licking his hand the body soon collapsed more blood seeped from the corpse of his victim.
Name: Pitt Halto
Age: 12
Appearance:
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Personality: He is shy, quiet and very devoted to the ones most closest. Not saying much to others, Pitt enjoys helping in matters that he is capable of doing. He tends to keep everything to himself, mostly what's on his mind and does what his master says.
Occupation: Slave towards Fredrict Tass
Family: None
Sex: Male
Race: Vampire
Background: When he was human Pitt belinged to an old family havig seven sibblins and a father. His mother died from an accident working one morning in the shed. Since it was mostly his father taking care of everyone his Grandmother came to live to take care of the children and house work. However the treatment was always poor and most of the children ended up miserable put to hard labour. One day a vampire came to their village and slaughtered everything in site; Pitt was bruttily injured facing death as he bled heavily. The vampire then saved Pitt by turning him into a vampire nurting him back to life. Even though Pitt wanted to die so badly from the treatment of his family took the offer of being saved. But not knowing hw to be on his own devoted himself to the vampire known as Fredrict. He now follows him and is known as the servant.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 11:32 pm
Name: Airah
Age: 22
Appearance: about 5'8 plan skin she got brown eye and black hair, shes has fangs and she has wings on her back
Personality:Airah has a caring heart for those close to her and is easily attached. She has a strong sense of never giving up and stands up for what she thinks is true.
Occupation:
Family: None that is known
Sex: Female
Race: Vampire Demon
Background: Airah was friends with this girl name Tiffas, and Airah got really sick and neither girl did not want to be parted. Airah did not know that Tiffas was a vampire, One Night while Airah was sleeping in bed at Tiffas house, Her best friend bite her and turning her into a vampire, when Airah was reborn she could feel strange pwoer within her that she did now know was her true power. She became quite strong and could handle a fight with anyone. She did not feel sick anymore,
Sample Role-play:
One night while she was laying in bed a sleep before she was turned into a vampire, Airah had a dream that was so life like."Airah followed a young male to his home. Before the young man noticed she was behind him hands grabbed his shoulders tightly. Struggling the girl then opened her mouth barring sharp white fangs and sunk them into the neck of her prey sucking out his blood" and all the sudden she felt sharp pain in her neck and is made Airah jolted awake and started to wonder what her dream meant and what was the pain from"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 10:21 pm
Name: Gene Blake Age: 18 Appearance:  Personality: tends to teeter between laid back and calm to short fused and impulsive, and can be dependant on the music he listens to/ Occupation: highschool student turned death dealer Family:father- Frank Blake (dying of lung cancer) mother- Jann Blake (deseased) Sex: male Race: vampire Background: Growing up in a poverty lifestyle made him apppreciate simple things a lot more than others, he is the last of his family. He never really thought of mortality till the night he was changed into nosferatu. Sample Role-play: " great par-T itl b fun com plz " read a text message on his cell phone. Gene wasn't doing any drinking tonight, after the loathesome duty of being the designated driver. The party was atypical thing he'd seen so many times. Football players getting another freshmen drunk, hopping to take her virginity, wannabe gangstas on the couch smoking a huge fatty, the pungent smoke made gene get up and go up and get some fresh air. he had no idea why he even came tonight, but then he remembered he didn't have anything better to do. He sat outside on top of his crappy car, when two cute girls walked up to him and smiled. "why are you out here by yourself?" one of them asked. " It's nice out here," Gene replied. "a bit cold isn't it?" the other one said. " a bit," " you don't mind the cold?" asked one of the girls. " Not so much," The two of them looked at each other and smiled. They then yanked Gene off the car with amazing strength and speed, and then dragged him off to feed thier hunger.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:02 pm
Name: Vincent Age: 20 (500) Appearance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v152/syca1/MaleElfThief.jpgPersonality: He's quiet most of the time but can be a sarcastic, smart a** know it all. He never goes into a meaningless battle and follows instruction of his agency tells him to. Occupation: None at the moment Family: Doesn't remember Sex: Male Race: Half Chiropteran Background: No one knows much about Vincent's pass except that he lived about 500 years ago since paintings and photo's show him along with an old diary. He was attacked by a Chiropteran but some how his body rejected the disease causing himself to deform. His right eye and hand are of that of a Chiropteran and only blood thirsts in the night.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 3:12 pm
Name: Dark Ninjurai
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Doesn't care much about anything. Prefers to work alone but has no quarrels working with others as long as they don't get in the way. Definitely an introvert. Quite slow to speak cause he is too busy thinking about what type of answer best suits him.
Occupation: Assassin
Family: Unknown
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Background: Not much of a backround. Just suddenly showed up killing folks.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 9:27 pm
Name: Shianna Zine Lundair Age: 296 (18 looking) Appearance:  Personality: Almost like Marcus, but a little more playful and humorous (In a Evil way now because of the experiments). Marcus is only in a good mood around her, when they are apart, they fall apart... After being a test suject for around 50 years, she has become someone else in a sense. Her mind is twisted along with Marcus' sence of moral and justice... Occupation: Test subject Family: Same as her twin brother Marcus Sex: Female Race: Same as Marcus Background: Same life as Marcus, concidering they grew up together and live with each other for hundreds of years... Sample Role-play: Shianna barely raises her head to see the movment and sounds comming from outside, it's Marcus; slouching and waving back and forthe down the dark halls. She tries to say something but she can't, she's been mussled from biting too much people... A tear flows from her eye, "Don't leave me!" she screams inside her mind...
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 8:43 am
Name: Kezia Age: 347Appeareance: 
Kezia has crystal blue eyes and raven black hair that she lets loose most of the time. She is tall and thin but not skinny, she is lightly muscled. She has very pale skin and usually wears dark colored gothic clothes.Personality: Arrogant and sarcastic, she hates society and shares her hate with it as soon as an oppurtunity arises. She likes to live on the edge thus tends to take unecessary risks for the rush and to get a reaction from the people arround her. She is quite sadistic and reckless. Occupation: Whatever this century has to offerFamily: NoneSex: FemaleRace: VampireBackground: I don’t quite remember what happened that night, only frequent flashbacks help me deduct it: a sudden pain in my neck, my hand reaching for a broken piece of glass and driving it into his eye, the blood from the wound pouring in my mouth and then darkness. When I woke up the next night he told me what I had become, a creature of the night feeding on human blood, I couldn’t accept my fate, I ran away, I ran to my relatives, seeking comfort but instead found rejection: “monster” they called me. What ever happened to unconditional love and friendship? I couldn’t accept what I had become and was about to die of hunger when my “maker” and soon to be mentor forcebly fed me. He taught me to accept myself and to survive, but unwillingly he also taught me to hate the world and specificaly him as I learned that I was merely a tool to him, to amuse and entertain. Consumed by hate I drank him dry and laughed at his pathetic cries; I had become stronger then him physcialy and emotionaly. As I took away the life of my own kin I felt deranged and I loved it, I lived for the first time in my immortal life and from that moment on I vowed to live only for myself. RP Sample: 200 years ago...
“Kezia, where the hell were you? Vampires can’t live in the sun why do you always wait until the last second to come back?”
“...”
“It burned your arm, you could have died! We’re not complete immortals”
“I’ll heal, plus it makes life more interesting, you should try it sometimes”
A second vampire comes in the room and snorts as she sees the burn on Kezia’s arm
“Ha ha! You were too slow”
Kezia rapidly took the insolent one by the colar and threw her out the window where her body quickly burned and dissolved accompanied by a sheering scream and gasps from the fellow vampires who witnessed the scene.
“Mmmmm, crispy. Anyhow, I forgot to feed, I’ll be back later”
She covered every piece of skin on her body and left in the sunlit nature screaming “Damn this weather!!”
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 7:15 am
 Name: Deyanira
Age: appears to be 8
Personality: Quiet. When she is not emotionless she has an expression of pain on her face as if she is suffering greatly.
Occupation: None
Family: Unknown
Sex: Female
Race: She appears to be human
Background: Unknown
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:35 pm
Name: Percival (Percy) Staunton
Age: 27
Appearance: Shorter than the average males, he measures up to at least 5'5". He has light brown hair, medium cut for guys (the same lenght as a mushroom cut, but a lot more styled than a mushroom cut), green eyes. He has no facial hair, it doesn't seem like it wants to grow either. He seems to have some feminin traits, though he's still pretty buff shoulder and arm-wise. He wears framed glasses, a labatory coat and some black button shirt and dress pants.
Personality: Calm and intelligent, he really seems to be indifferent of the world, probably why he is a scientist in this lab. He is somewhat reserved, but once he gets acquaitanced with someone, he plays the smartass and can be sometimes perverted.
Occupation: Scientist
Family: Divorce from his wife, he has a son.
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Background: Studied at a high grade University, Percival made his way into lab-experimentation. Though, the only place he got hired was at the strangest place: New York City University. That's where he began to experiment on diverse creatures, unknown ones... blood thirsty ones. His wife left him because he was doing such things, and for another reason. Thus, she left with another man, only letting him see his son from time to time. It was better off that way...
Sample Role-play: Finishing his shift, the man walked out of the labatory, throwing out his blood covered gloves in the disposal basket, cleansing his hands to rehydrate them. He had a calm expression, it was a day like any other. Walking down the corridor, he heard some voices, some familiar voices... He decided to see who would be in the building at the same time as he was, but wouldn't bother too much about it since he needed to return home to pick up his son.
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