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Post char on here for now this will register your char. I am kick starting my own RP, at least this way Acyd and Kyle can work on the Guild one. Everyone is welcome to join. The 2 most common races are vampires and humans. You can chose to be half breed. No the half breeds can not be like Blade. Only difference is they can move freely day or night.

The vampires do not care for humans much and see themselves as near perfect beings.

You can have fights and battles even kill another players char. I must be alerted and oversee the fight. I encourage fights and arguments as this will make it quite realistic and easier to relate.

Please I encourage a rich background and love lives are allowed you can have 5 chars at least 2 of different races. If Vampire try to include a blood lineage.

Crimson Tooth: This clan is known for sparatic attacks on any human and they usually hunt in packs.These guys usually have a bit of an anger edge on them.

Nachtal: Well balanced strategists who can fight well and use magic as they wish. These guys usually flow unseen or heard they make great assassins.

Black Eyes: They use mostly magic and can cause their victim to kill them self. Usually very calm but an eerie aura seems to trail them.

Plz post your char info on here. There are 5 major towns:

Meir Kael, Known for it's wealth and merchants.

Darpol, Known as the town of darkness it's always dark here.

Sky View, It's unknown how but the buildings seem to float slightly off the ground.

Fire Gate, Built on a mountain known for the trades between man and many other nuetral races which usually do not meddle in the affairs with the Vampires and humans.

Impalers Den, Known for producing great warriors. Although both races can live on opposite ends it is the largest town by far making the fighting inside more fierce than outside.

There are other small towns and villages. Those are the big ones. Chose a starting spot.

We will play here until I move it and make this officially the sign up page.

Helena
Name: Helena/Helen
Age: Around 400 (appears 18 )
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Clan: Black Eyes
Residence: Meir Kael
Bio:
Born in the early 1400s, Helena was orphaned at birth. She spent a few years in an orphanage, until the wealthy merchant Rafael Rinaldi adopted her. Unknown to the orphanage, Rinaldi was a vampire and he raised Helena as a ghoul by giving her a daily supply of his blood. Throughout her childhood, Helena loved to play with her dolls, gifts from her father, and had a talent of reading omens and claimed to see ghosts. When Helena reached her prime age of eighteen, her father turned her, completing his ultimate goal – to create a family. One night, when Helena woke from her slumber, she discovered her father was missing. She found only his empty bed and a wooden stake covered in dust. She also discovered about 250 years had past unnoticed.

Behavior/Mannerism:
Helena has the personality and mannerisms of a young child. She is whimsical and always carries around her doll. She believes her father's/sire's soul is in the doll. She is for the most part insane, but some of her insanity is rooted in truth.

Helena has an alternative personality named Helena, who is the adult aspect. Helen is stern and heartless. However, Helena is the "domiant" personality and Helen is only aroused if Helena is extremely hurt, angred, or embarrassed.

Weapons/Abilities:
Father's rapier, Ability to speak to ghost and see omens (though this is blended with random insanity), Insanity (her kiss can cause various derangements for various durations)

Appearance:
Helena has red, curly hair and hazel eyes. She has two dresses, both of which are faded and covered in dust and moth holes. One is red and is her formal attire while the other is green and is her everyday dress. She has the features of an 18 year female, but a childlike radiance can be seen in her dazing eyes.




Name: Nakomis (Nik for short)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf (Human Descendant)
Residence:
Bio: Her mother was a druid who lived peaceful with the forest and its creatures. However, one day while gathering food with her very young child on her back, a rabid werewolf attacked her. A nearby female wolf heard the struggle and ran to the rescue of the druid. However, the werewolf had already taken the druid’s life and was about to make dessert out of the young child. The wolf attacked and killed the werewolf, but not before the young child was tainted with the curse. The wolf, whose name was Ayame, raised the young werewolf child as her own wolf cub. And thus, Nakomis grew up as a wolf and the only reminder of her human mother is the crystal she wears around her neck. Ayame died not too long ago, and now Nik is now the alpha of the pack and wears Ayame's coat as a reminder of her wolfmother.

Behaviors/Mannerism:
Nakomis, being raised as a wolf, does not see herself as human. She stays in her wolf or hybrid form for most of the time. Because of this Nakomis does not no much about social graces or anything outside of her woods, though she has had enough interaction with humans to fluently know the language. Overall, Nik has a hatred for most humans, finding them arrogant, annoying and selfishly destructive.

Weapons and Abilities:
Crystal: Protection and Healing magicks.
Heightened Senses, most notably in hearing and scent.
Increased speed and strenght.
Natural Attacks (claws and bite)
Infect Curse

Appearance:
Three forms; Human, Hybrid, and Wolf

Human form: Silver hair with black tips cascade wildly down her back. Savage golden-green eyes glare as she smiles slyly. Her frame is small and slender, yet strung with muscles. She wears an outfit made of various hides that blend almost perfectly with her tan skin and a white fur cloak.

Wolf form: Nik is a large silver wolf with golden-green eyes. Her tail, ears, and paws are tipped with black. Around her neck, on a leather throng is a medium clear crystal.







Name: Voltaire
Age: (appears 25 )
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Clan: Black Eyes
Residence: ---
Bio:
A musician, gifted in song, helped by his talent to read and relate to people's thoughts and memories.

Voltaire is of Royal Blood within the Black Eyes Clan. However, he chooses to live outside of the politics, and instead submerge himself in literature, music and memories.

Behavior/Mannerism:
Very laid back, observant, and charismatic. While Voltaire seems like a gentle soul, he can still be roused to violence, though it usually takes quite a lot. He mainly relies on his charm, to avoid conflict; if this does not work, then he falls back on his magicks.

Weapons/Abilities:
A master at sympathetic magick. Able to read peoples' thoughts and delve into memories, without leaving much of a trail. He is also able to change memories, causing great confusion, paranoia, and some times, insanity in his victims. However, his gift comes with a cost, whenever he feeds, he must relive his host's most vivid memories - whether they were good or bad.

Appearance:
Soft, pale skin that contrasts highly with his dark black eyes. His hair, lush and dark, stands spiked. His clothes are that of a person of his profession, a performer, eloquent and eye catching, usually pair with shades. Voltaire stands roughly 6', with a strong structure.

It was only going on noon and already Whisp was starting to feel the pangs of hunger in his stomach. This was unusual because he had always had a good timing on feeding so that he could last a day with out food. Whisp hung his head low as his hair fell on his face feeling it against his skin as he began growing impatient. "Late again, I can't wait for him forever. Another 2 hours and we should be at Meir Kael meeting the jewel merchant." *Walks out the door, turns down the street and takes off at a fast walking speed.*

Taking that as a yes, and mostly because she valued that black feather; it was the last she had, Helena walked closer to the ledge and followed the feather's decent. She lilted her head inquizitively as the feather landed below. It wasn't too high, but a high enough drop to kill a mortal. Luckily, this was not a problem; and with a slight smile at the newfound fun, Helena stepped off the roof, as fell downwards, until she landed with a cloud of dust, in a crouch.

"I have never had to journey on an empty stomach, but I have to try and get there before the merchant or we could lose the artifact." Just as Whisp finished his thought aloud he saw him standing under the street lamp with a strange being he had never seen and the scent was different. "Who's the girl Jin?" Jin turned, his long flowing silver hair seemed to glide on an invisible breeze. "Huh, Oh s**t, I completely lost track of time. How long till we have to go for the artifact?" "We must leave now or we wont make it in time even at our speed." "I'll be right there." Jin said as he turned back to the lady. He seemed to whisper something in her ear.

"Jin, you seem to be forgetful latley. What's going on?""Don't worry about it. I don't want to discuss it, the elders are already coming down my throat and I have a lot to deal with.""What you should be focusing on instead of trying to find a bride, is these artifacts. You know how long the race has been searching for these texts."Jin gasped and looked at Whisp. "Why would you think I turned her?""I didn't I simply figured that was what you were doing. I know you to well pleasure before business."

"I have also been having feelings that their is something big waking in the clans soon. I'm not sure what but I know it's being cooked up. The Crimson Tooth are becoming more and more reckless. There have been several unregistered turns, and the humans are questioning our clan." "You know what I have to say to that Whisp. The more of us the better. Besides what harm can be done." Whisps stomach growled noticeably loud. "Hmmm that's unlike you, you feeling okay Whisp?" "I'll be fine, lets just hurry and get to Meir Kael." Jin and Whisp continued their journey.

Helena came to a fork in the road, really it was more of an eight road intersection. Not sure of which path she should take, Helena pulled out a handful of stones. They were ordinary stones, merely pebbles she had collected as a young ghoul, but to her they were powerful. Stopping in the middle of the road, which was no where near empty, she tossed the stones up in the air. They fell to the earth, one hitting someone, and landed in a rough cluster to the left. "Very well..." she said, as she picked up her stones and placed them back in her pouch. "Left." And so, she went left.