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If You Were Dead Or Still Alive



Oh yeah, I'm so going there.

Welcome to the present. The "war" between Vampires and Werewolves has been going on for as long as anyone can remember, and, of course, no one remembers what started it.

Time to pick a side and battle it out.

Vampyres: Midnight Brawlers

Character Name: Raide
Character Age: 468
Race: Vampire
Personality: A bit bitchy at moments, and always sarcastic. Typically nice to those she cares for. Nearly flatchested, and very touchy about it.
Brief Biography: Raide doesn't remember being human, but she does remember sunrises. She didn't get into the wars until recently, when a pack of werewolves attacked the town she was staying in, killing two her her best friends. Her cover was blown, and now she has a slayer on her trail.


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Character Name: Amyie Leigh
Character Age: 219
Race: Vampire
Personality: shy, timid, looks emo but is really very sweet. she just likes black is all (she's in mourning). surprisingly, she has a huge temper that goes off on certain things which you will find out later. she's terrified of cats, and absolutely refuses to go below ground for any reason. she also has a few tattoos, but i'm not saying where.( mrgreen )
Brief Biography: she never had much, but she did love once. he betrayed her and so she's not so big on trusting anymore. she's seen so, so, so much sorrow in her life (or un-life, whatever) that she has, in fact, tried to kill herself several times. each time she has failed miserably because, being a vampire, it is rather hard to kill herself. she longs to find something good and decent, but with her trust issues, that's proving difficult.
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Name: Mirrianna Silverlight
age:299
Race: vampire
Personality/ bio (it goes together): She's a on the wild side, a little bit on the gothic side and loves anything dangerous. She's a fiery one and no one wants to get on her bad side, mostly cuz she's a black belt and can handle any weapon for dagger to bazooka with deadly accuracy and skill. She doesn't give a damn if you're lycan or vampire, get on her nerves and die. She fights when nessesary, and if you're a friend she'll go as far as dieing to help you out in a pinch. Yeah over-loyalty issues. And she just doesn't care if she dies or not.....ever.



Character Name: Mercury
Character Age: 158
Race: Vampire
Personality: Bookish, she's very ditzy but smart, she enjoys experimenting in her lab with different types of poisons, particularly quick-silver and monk's hood, and has become proficent in develpoing new methods of delivering it. she is very friendy except when she hasn't eaten recently, and being a fairly young vampire she still finds it needful to feed often. she's very handy in the lab and is the one who you can turn to to get an explanation in laymans terms. she's somewhat mistrusting to people she dosen't know who've not been introduced to her, but once you get to know her she has the loyalty of a catahula cur.
Brief Biography: she was 28 when she was bitten, she has blocked out most of the memories from that tramatic experiance, but she does know that she had been a sort of nurse during the civil war.
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Character Name: Leonardo Song
Character Age: 350
Race: Vampire
Personality: Stalker, despises the Lycan breed whether they're enslaved, or free and not causing a threat.
Brief Biography: Was born to a wealthy family, though he despised the lifestyle greatly. At the age of 25 his parents died and left him their estate, the first night he stayed there since he was 19 he was attacked by a beautiful mistress, he never saw the attack coming. She stopped herself before draining him of everything and stayed by his side through all the suffering nights of his transformation. After he'd finally over come the pain and agony of his new life he burned his parents estate down with all their fortunes and set out across the world.
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Werewolves: Moonlight Hunters

Character Name: Rome
Character Age: 19
Race: Lycan
Personality: Depending on the crowd. Humorous around humans and other lycans. Vicious and bold when facing vampires.
Brief Biography: He has long black hair halfway down his back. His eyes are nearly as black with just a trim of brown around the edge of each iris before common black outer ring. His skin is tan, his build is average, except for the underlying lycan muscles. He always wears jeans, but never the same ones due to the fact that well... Most clothes don't last through a transformation. His shirts are random, one day loud and bright, the next dark and gloomy, and sometimes a tie dye mix of both. He has his bottom lip pierced twice called snakebites. and when he transforms they are still there, but who's gonna put their hand close enough to grab one. lol. He stand about 6'4 or 6'6. He doesn't remember his family because after being bitten he pretty much was traumatized and left the state of Arkansas and travels constantly.


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Character Name: Kara
Character Age: 16
Race: Lycan
Personality: Carefree, kind, bubbly, protective, wierd, talks in riddles (well i'll try lol)
Brief Biography: At the age of 10 i don't remember much except there was alot of blood. The lycan that scratched me ran before i could be excepted in to the pack. I've been traveling by myself ever since. Oh something strange i love cats lol.
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Character Name: Rayne Garrett
Character Age: 80
Race: Lycan
Personality: Sarcastic and Intellectual
Brief Biography: Rayne isn't the typical Lycan. He sees humans as his brethren, and seeks to eradicate Vampires if for the sole reason of liberating mankind from their unseen tyranny. An intellectual to the very end, Rayne is more prone to scouting and recon than kicking in a door. He would rather the whole affair be settle nonviolently and bemoans the war itself, but understand that it is, nonetheless, his duty to fight.
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Humans: Prey that Bites Back

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A loud roar rumbled through the narrow streets just a few moments before a motorcycle and its helmeted rider flew past. Had one been paying much attention to her, one would've noticed the once-white shirt she wore was stained red, and her neck and arms were covered in the red goo as well.

But no one was up at this hour. At least, no one mortal. Raide and her bike squealed to a stop in front of a large wrought-ironed gate. She hopped off for a moment, brushing some of the ivy away from the side of the gate and punching in a few numbers into the keycode. The gate swung open and the rider and her motorcycle zoomed in. It closed after them.

The girl parked in front of the doors of a large house. It wasn't quite mansion-size, but the wealth of the owners was well displayed anyway. It was obviously an old house, with ivy crawling up the sides of the stone walls all the way to the third floor.

The sun was starting to peak over the trees. Killing the bike, the girl dashed inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Steam rose from her skin as she leaned against the oak door. Her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself down, then she gagged as the smell of her own slightly-roasted flesh reached her nostrils. I need to stop cutting it so close... she scolded herself, reaching up and removing her helmet. Snowy white hair cascaded down onto her shoulders as she shook out her mane.

"You were almost late," a male voice called from the staircase. Raide glanced up. "You're a mess, too. I hope you at least disposed of the body this time."

"I even left a nice note for her family," she answered sarcastically. "She was an old lady. Tasted like cats." Raide made a face and Wilhelm laughed.

"Go on and get cleaned up, you," he said, leaving his post at the top of the staircase and disappearing into the adjacent hallway. "And get that shirt into the wash."

"Aye aye, sire." Raide smirked.

Raide trundled up to her room. Wilhelm and his family had been more than courteous to her in the past year or so, providing her with shelter, protection, and the wisdom that came with being an ancient family. She wasn't sure just how old Wilhelm was, much less his parents.

Will basked in the glory of stereotypicalization. He wore the poofy, poets' shirts and tight leather pants that were the staple of the romantic vampire's attire. Said shirts were usually left open to expose his bare and muscular chest, and the cross-shaped burn-scar that adorned the left side of said chest. Raide was curious, but smart enough to not ask about it. She knew that the older vampires, those older than a millenia, were typically not immune to the holy effects of such objects. Wilhelm's hair was long and dark, straight and dangling about his face. And of course, his eyes were an icy blue.

After a nice bath (bubbles and all), Raide made sure her soiled clothes were tossed into the laundry chute. Her shirt had already gone hard with the crusted blood. She really should learn some table manners. She was such a messy eater.

She then went downstairs, into the library where Will was sure to be. Of all the pleasures of the world, he loved reading the most. And the Internet had proven to be quite a blessing. In another life, a mortal life, Raide could picture the German man tucked away in a university library, square reading glasses slipping down his nose as he poured over an ancient manuscript. Of course, his immortal heritage removed the need for glasses, and the manuscript he poured over now was made of pixels instead of parchment. But he was still attractive nonetheless.

"I saw something interesting tonight," she said, her voice soft so as not to startle him too much.

"Really?" he said, obviously not paying her much attention.

"Mhm..." She walked along the side of one of the shelves behind him. "I thought I'd seen it last night as well, but tonight I was sure of it. There're wolves in town. At least one, that I know of."

"You're not surprised are you?"

"Hardly. But with one, there's always more. You know that as well as I do."

"You think a pack of wolves would show up in town without my parents noticing?" he asked, leaning back in his chair to look at her. She smirked at his upside-down inquiring look and pushed him forward before he hurt himself. The front legs of his chair landed on the carpet with a soft thunk and he was jolted forward slightly.

"I'm saying that we should be watching carefully to make sure they don't show up without us noticing."