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Username: Kill Romantic
Name: Louthan James Cerneval IV
Nickname: Lout
Gender: male
Age: early thirties (in human years) around 300 years in vampiric
Race: vampire, originally human
Weapons: A largesilver sword that he keeps strapped to his back. The ends of the handguard are extended outward, giving the illusion of a large cross. Several other sharp extentions continue along the blade, giving his sword the appearance of being a large saw made up of crosses.
Appearance: Louthan stands around six feet, three inches with broad shoulders, flat stomach (with no prevalent muscles) and long, agile legs. His deep amber eyes are usually shadowed by long mahogany hair that falls to his shoulders in thick, definable layers. Unlike most holy men (but similar to most nobility) Louthan wears an extravegant tunic and doublet, with soft leather pants and boots. The cuffs and neck of his vest are embroidered in holy latin text, and his tunic is ruffled at the neck and wrists, like european nobility. In addition to his elaborate garb, Louthan always keeps a gold crucifix pendant, rosary, vials of holy water, and a bible in addition to his weapons and traveling cloak.
Powers: Louthan has the gift of gab, a silver tongue, the ability to bend others to his cuase with his words, as well as the incredible abilities that come with being a vampire (speed, strength, agility, etc.)
Character: Louthan in society is viewed as a well educated and well mannered noble, with an impeccable taste that none can seem to match. However, religion and domination come first in life, leading him to hurt others while attempting to become closer to God and gain power. He uses vampirism as a starting point, luring people and using them to his ends, while satisfying his lust for blood.

Username: MistressImaire
Name: Peitra Alexandria Chekhol
Gender: female
Age: around 17 (in human years), around 90 in vampire
Race: vampire, originally human nobility
Weapons: fangs, her innocent demeanor, Louthan
Appearance: Peitra stands around 5 feet, 4 inches with a lithe but well figured body for a blossoming young woman. In accordance with her Russian blood, Peitra has thick, long black hair that curls when it ends at her hips, but oddly, has piercing blue eyes, unlike most germanic decendants. Peitra usually wears a traditional noble gown, made from expensive fabrics along with elaborate beadings and embroidery, along with matching shoes of a more western style. She always carries a rabbit (color often changes) with her in her arms, and a small pouch of trinkets.
Character: Peitra's sweet and innocent demeanor ogten makes her subject to unsettling experiences, and more often than not is too trusting of those around her. She is completely dependant on Louthan for almost everything, except occassionally when she prefers to feed alone (which is rare). She genuinely loves Louthan, but sometimes cannot understand his practices or actions.

Username: RosePhantom (duh?)
Name: Atticus Severo Mortalli
Gender: Male (xD)
Age: Appears to be early 20's
Race: Chaos Ghost
Weapons: None
Appearance: He was of average height and wore a long, black robe similar to that of a monk's or priest's. Shackles around his ankles and wrists jangled softly with each step he took. His skin was snow white and his long black hair seemed to be blown by a different wind. Every feature in his face was sharply defined and had an overall skeletal appearance. The man almost looked like a black and white illustration. The only color on him was his eyes which were a hazed over red.
Character: Atticus is a Choas Ghost, a spirit neither on the earthly plane, ghostly plane, or spiritual plane. He merely is. When he was alive, he was a monk at the Vatican. Although it is unsure how he died, it is believed that he was murdered by his mentor who had recently turned into a vampire. Something stopped him from moving on. Was it the strange change that was occurring in the world? Was it some terrible mix up? It is unsure. Now stuck in this strange limbo, Atticus is mute, meaning he cannot speak. Fortunately, unlike other ghosts, Atticus is able to touch and hold objects. He carries around a journal and a quill that never needs ink or runs dry to write what he needs to say. In desperate times, he can posses people. The only way to kill Atticus is to kill his attachment to the ghostly plane and the earthly plane. In other words, both his ghost and his bones must be stabbed at the same time.
**Has received his voice again after battling Constantine. His left eye has turned to a brilliant emerald color, the same color as Constantine's. Constantine's soul is, for the moment, trapped in Atticus' ghostly form**

Username: RosePhantom
Name: Constantine Von Stein
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be early 40's
Race: Vampire
Weapons: Large hammer-like mace, the head shaped like a cross
Appearance: "Tall in height with a more muscular build. He had short, brilliantly blond hair that was almost a source of light in itself. He wore a long, green coat that fell to his shins with red and gold embroidery. An ordinate cross necklace with an emerald placed in its center was worn around his neck. The necklace seemed to make his green eyes an even more brilliant hue. His face was like a mask, its beauty hiding something horrible and twisted."
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Character: Once upon a time, Constantine was a well renowned priest at the Vatican. He was known for his compassion and overall saintlike behavior. He was chosen to be the mentor of Atticus, the young and energetic monk who was expected to follow in Constantine's footsteps. For years, Constantine trained Atticus and became almost a father figure to the young priest. However, everything changed that fateful night. A sinner confessing to Constantine bit him on the neck, the vampire virus quickly infecting the priest. Hunger consumed the new vampire. Unable to control it, Constantine bit the neck of his young pupil, draining all of his blood and killing him. The following morning, after seeing his crime, Constantine fled from the Vatican. Driven by remorse and a new will to be close to God, Constantine fell into darkness and his pure soul became tainted and corrupt.

Name: Louthan James Cerneval IV
Nickname: Lout
Gender: male
Age: early thirties (in human years) around 300 years in vampiric
Race: vampire, originally human
Weapons: A largesilver sword that he keeps strapped to his back. The ends of the handguard are extended outward, giving the illusion of a large cross. Several other sharp extentions continue along the blade, giving his sword the appearance of being a large saw made up of crosses.
Appearance: Louthan stands around six feet, three inches with broad shoulders, flat stomach (with no prevalent muscles) and long, agile legs. His deep amber eyes are usually shadowed by long mahogany hair that falls to his shoulders in thick, definable layers. Unlike most holy men (but similar to most nobility) Louthan wears an extravegant tunic and doublet, with soft leather pants and boots. The cuffs and neck of his vest are embroidered in holy latin text, and his tunic is ruffled at the neck and wrists, like european nobility. In addition to his elaborate garb, Louthan always keeps a gold crucifix pendant, rosary, vials of holy water, and a bible in addition to his weapons and traveling cloak.
Powers: Louthan has the gift of gab, a silver tongue, the ability to bend others to his cuase with his words, as well as the incredible abilities that come with being a vampire (speed, strength, agility, etc.)
Character: Louthan in society is viewed as a well educated and well mannered noble, with an impeccable taste that none can seem to match. However, religion and domination come first in life, leading him to hurt others while attempting to become closer to God and gain power. He uses vampirism as a starting point, luring people and using them to his ends, while satisfying his lust for blood.

Peitra nodded lightly, running an ivory hand over the black and white rabbit that was nuzzling her left elbow. "Tired..." she answered softly, her voice filled with song as she smiled innocently.

Peitra watched innocently as the man handed Louthan the keys. "СУПРУГ, what does he mean?" she asked quietly as they ascended the steps, her long green dress trailing behind her as she raised the skirt just a bit so she could walk up.

Peitra made her way to the bed, her dress fanning out as she sat down, the rabbit slipping into her lap. "Yes, СУПРУГ...." she whispered, but quickly covered her mouth. "Простите мне <>."

Peitra sighed sadly as Louthan looked away from her. She let herself drop onto her side upon the bed, her black tresses cascading over the pillows. The rabbit that she held in her arms slid onto her hip, and it twitched its nose several times before it bounded over to the other side of the mattress.

Peitra's delicate smile appeared again, and although she didn't exactly know what he was speaking of, she nodded regardless. Suddenly though, a horrible feeling of desire came over her, and she picked the rabbit up gently, sinking her vampire fangs just above its shoulder. The animal soon grew limp, and Peitra released it, leaving barely a smudge on her lower lip. She held it up to Louthan. "Fix."