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Name: Alex Grimwrath.

Age: Very old, A pureblood, 100% naturally born vampire. With reproductive abilities. (you know you're old when)

Race: Pure blood. Vampire.

Hieght: 5'9

Appearence

Grim's gently cut chin and Dark midnight blue eyes make him quite a spectical to behold, to a human. his lips are perfectally shaped, His body is slender and very characteristic of a uke, but grim's power is formidable. Thousands of years of training has made Grim an experianced hunter and an excelent warrior. He wears whatever the avatar may be wearing at the time. And his hair is likewise. Grim also wears a Black crushed velvet duster. and a large Clawed Gauntlet, made of black steel. He has slender nimble fingers and is an exelent musician, playing the bass guitar, electric guitar, violin, organ and an aray of other instruments.

Personality

Grim is Out for fun, he never stops to think of negitive reprocussions because he know he can take care of himself, He always seems to be amused and a Thriving grin is always plastered on his face. Grim's ability to find fun is only surpassed by his ability to be apathetic to ANY situation he's put in.

magickal Abilities

Grimwrath trained as a dark mage under many great Wizards for a good portion of his life, He's trained in manipulation of darkness, and other secret tricks, Grim also has the vision, the ability to see into peoples minds and read Every thought they've had from birth. He has inhanced speed and TRUE immortality, He's such a powerful and old vampire that even decapitation is only temperary to grim, just an annoyance. Grim has a tolerance to the sun and can be in the sun for periods of time, never exceding twelve hours though. (other things will be edited in as i remember them)

Bio: This will not be givin, Instead Who he is will be given on a need to know bases.

Weapons

Grim is trained in a vast amount of weapons but choses to fight with only his one clawed hand.

Name : Rumer has it his name is Vampirjäger, not known for sure(Does not tell anyone his name)

Age : 953 years old(looks 38 years old)

Race : 1/4 Vampire, 1/4 Human, 1/4 Kitsune, 1/4 Zombie

Hair : Wild (wavey), long, greenish black hair, Coming unevenly down to about his mid up
back.

Eyes : Hides his eyes under the brim of his hat. (forgot what the hat is called....)

Height : 5'8"

Weight : 172 lbs

Cloths : He wears wears a long black cape that goes all the way down to his ankles.



Bio :

Will come later I have a lan party to go to! xD <3

Sorry for the double post. x.x

Name: Sapphire Star

Age: looks 18 but lost track after 9999 years old

Appearances: Middle frame with slender body, and short hair

Form: usually in human form but like to transforms into a fox

Outfit: depends on mood

Weapons: praying beads, two kodachi made of diamonds and two Uzi guns

Master Powers: Telepathy, Teleportation, Flight, Telekinesis, Shape-shifting, Elements, Dark power and light power

Interest: chemist, herbs, guns, weapons, flowers, nature

Hair color: blue but different shades

Eye color: sky blue

Height: 5'5

Skin color: dark

Creature: depends on what element I’m using

Race: ¼ angel, ¼ kistune, ½ vamp and other demon

Personality: Patient but once over the bar of patient gets very mad. When meeting someone new shy and wants to hides. But when knowing someone for a longer time starts to open up and show her feelings. When in party goes with the flow of the party. She is very kind and caring for elders. Thinks she is very cute so please compliment her.

Bio: She was born by a demon mother but does not know her because her mother left after she was born with her father. She was born in a city with demons and angels. Her father is a half angel and kistune so that how she learned power of light and kistune transforming. Her first weapons were the praying beads and the two Kodachi. Then in her 13th birthday she transforms into vamp form and was disown by father and now kills angels for disowning her because of her birthright.

Belief: (working on it)

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Other character will come soon

Username: Evilskullstartaromon

RP name: Viper

Age: 19

Species: Demonic Goat

Appearence: Looks like A Human With Goat Legs And Feet, Black Wings With Red Lining Around The Edges Of THe Wings, A Black Tail And At The Tip Of The Tail Is Arrowhead Shaped, Black Skin, Wears A Dark Gray Vest With No Shirt On Underneath, Has A Bright Green Crystal Hanging From A Necklace As If It Were A Charm, Has Dark Red Spiked Hair, Red Eyes, And A Black Beard

Skills: (other than your element) Has Great Agility, Can Turn Invisible, Can Breath Under Water, Can Also Fly, Can Also Asorb Light Into His Crystal, And Can Shimmer (Kknda Of An Evil Teleport)

Abilitys: Crimson Star(Shimmers Behind The Oppenent ,Bites Their Neck, And Sucks Their Blood), Cloak Of Shadows (Blends In With The Shadows), Demonic Flame (Ignights His Weapon(s) With Blue Fire), Earth Shatter (Punches The Ground And Sends A Quake In Front Of His Fist), And Faint Attack (Creats A Orb Of Darkness And Throws It At The Oppenent)

Weapons: Two Silver Dual Katanas, A Metalic Staff (like A Pole), And A Dagger With A Pitch Black Blade With Red On The Tip Of The Edge, A White Skull At The End Of The Handle, It Also Has Elvish Words Written On The Blade

Background: Was Born From A Vampire And A Demon

Name: Belec (born Illoras Rowyn)
Age: 614
Height: 5’9
Weight: 187lbs
Hair: Short, cropped black hair
Eyes: Grey
Dress: In public, Belec wears regular civilian clothes, which depends on the state of the fashion world at the time, but never anything that would draw him out of a crowd. While hunting and while in a safe place with others of his kind, he dons his trademark black cloak with a heavy cowl to cover his face.
Weaponry: Belec carries around with him a 16th century Hungarian Long sword, acquired in a 19th century kill. Before that time he chose to hunt using nought but his two hands and teeth, but the owner of that sword taught him not to underestimate his prey. Ever since he carried around that sword, awarded to him by the Count of Minden—a wealthy vampire who had no use for the sword—who was the true murderer of the sword’s owner, who tossed the weapon to the wounded Belec, sporting injuries inflicted only moments before that by the very sword that was gifted to him. The sword has since been repaired, and almost completely re-forged on one occasion into the dazzling silver-polished item it is today.
As a secondary weapon, Belec carries with him a double edged long knife in his boot in the rear instance where his sword is unavailable.
General Appearance: Belec is not overly tall, but by no means short. He is not overly skinny, nor fat by any means. When speaking to him, he will tell you exactly what you ask, and nothing more. You could tell him that the world would explode in five minutes, and the expression on his face would remain—as it always was—stoic and impartial. The single word that best describes him is simply: average. About him, there is absolutely nothing that stands out, that draws your eye to him in a crowd, physically anyway.

Bio: Belec’s past—and essentially Illoras’ life—was totally unremarkable. He was born to a poor family in a small farming town in Eastern Europe in the late fourteenth century, he was raised a farmer, had a wife who bore him sons, and at twenty one he set himself in a comfortable spot in society for him to grow old and die a happy man.
A rogue vampiric thug came to his village and ransacked the hamlet, killing or maiming many while turning a few random people here and there as well. The thug slaughtered everyone in Illoras’ his corner of the town—largely consisting of the members of his extended family—leaving only two half living, half dead state; one obviously being Illoras, and the other being his aunt’s brother-in-law’s cousin, bviously a relation he knew and cared little about.
The thug left the shattered hamlet after that one eventful night and never came back. Understandable those that were turned were cast out of the town and warned never to return.
In one single night, everything that was important to Illoras was now gone forever and the bitterness lasted in his mouth for a long time. He learned the ways to survive, and grew to appreciate the blessings and curses of what he had become.
He slid into the role of the lone wolf, he forgot about fear, about compassion, about many human qualities that were no longer a necessary part of his new lifestyle. This is when Illoras truly died and Belec was born.
Complete and total impartiality was the key to his survival through the ages. He kept allegiances only as long as they benefited him. If that person or organization found themselves in hot water with a formittable enemy, Belec would simply dissolve into the world and relocate as not to suffer the wrath of the betrayed party.

Name: Gwendolyn, Gwen... When she's feeling snobby she'll put a 'Lady' in front
Age: 354, turned at age twenty-three Gender: Female
Height: 5' 8" Weight: 124
Hair: like the gold that Rumplestilsken spun Eyes: like maple leaves in fall
Race: Human to Vampire Occupation: Doing the Vampire thing

Apperance: She could be considered as vain as Lestat when it comes to looks. Her shimmering hair falls in one thick layer, like the snow of deep winter. It tickles her hips, threatening to be long enough to sit upon, but never reaching that marker. Her skin is like eggshells, albumen, delicate and yet so hard to break. Her nails are long and pointed enough to be called "elegant and dangerous", and just as glossy as her hair. Delicate would be the word for her features, light eyebrows, a straight, simple nose and a small mouth. But these features have the capability to warm your heart or turn it to ice. Her clothing consists of what could be called ''cliche'' vampire wear. Dark, red, gothic.

History: A quiet girl from a quiet family in a quiet village. She was the daughter of a tailor and the farmer's daughter. There was nothing spectacular about the arangement, or her birth. Her up bringing was, to say the least, dull and common. Then, the local village menace fell in love. Guess who was the lucky girl. There was a year of romantic meetings at midnight. There were flowers and chocolates and intimate, dirty things going on. But that was a blur to her. In retrospect, it was probably one of the best years of her life. Yet, she still resents it. When he felt the time was right he brought her over. He loved her a few more years. He doted on her, showered her with gifts, guidence and love and treated her like a doll. Eventually Gwendolyn cracked. She couldn't handle him breathing down on her, watching her every move and wanting to invade her psyche like breaking open a coconut. And breaking did happen. But not to his will. She fled. She has no idea what happened to him, but the rumor was that he stepped into the fire. She didn't know, she didn't care. For a time she played the creature of the night, hiding in shadows, taking who she wanted and living off of their purses. Then she became a refined lady, living in a mansion in the Italian country. She kept on servants and even befriended mortals. When the company began to drive her mad, she left that to. Now she lives in some happy medium. She's a creature of the night, but she interacts with others and is looking for somewhere or something to draw her in.

Personality: Her tongue might be sharp, her manner aloof and her smile undectable. Or, her eyes might be soft, her step light and optimistic and her lips as warm and welcoming as her heart. She's a vampire teenager. She hasn't yet figured out who she is yet, she's still pushing buttons and testing the boundaries. She is proud of her white skin and fangs, enjoys being dark and mysterious. There was always part of her that wanted that, even when she was young.

name: original name forgotten, has taken the name Raven, but is known in urban legend as Nightbeast

age: looks 16, probably closer to 500 (a veritable youngster).

race: vampire

appearance: pale skin with shallow cheeks, dark brown/black hair, deep blue eyes, 6' 2", approx. 200 lbs., large fangs...

bio: does not remember his original name, or even where or when he was born. the earliest memory he has is waking up in a crypt with two marks on his neck and the taste of blood in his mouth. already a vampire, he was forced to scrounge around the cemetary for months until another vampire took him to see the world, but after only a few months his companion and guide was killed by a vampire hunter. he has sworn his revenge on his family to this day, and wanders the world searching for his descendants, and also seeks revenge on the vampire who gave him the dark curse. he does not know if he will succeed...but he has all the time in the world.

weapons of choice: whip/sword amalgam, only he is able to wield it. but of course his custom-made Uzi's with extra ammo capacity are just as useful-fires silver-tipped bullets to kill enemy vamps and werewolves, and work just the same as any other bullets on weak humans.

dress: long black leather coat, loose-fitting white kaftan, tight leather trousers, black boots with cuban heels (sounds a bit fruity...)

strengths: superhuman strength, stamina, agility and regeneration

weaknesses: apart from the universal weakness to silver, garlic and sunlight, he is afflicted with a conscience; he can never feed off a human no matter how starving he is. has resorted to feeding off of animals for centuries. cannot harm an innocent, under any circumstances.