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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 7:24 pm
Alright setting is as follows:
Europe, dark, dreary, but semi-modern (Underworld like setting).
Rules:
1. No god-modding
2. Don't post for others
3. Follow guild and forum rules
4. PG-16
5. Post a profile before starting
Profile Standards-
Name:
Age:
Origin:
Gender:
Race (vampire, human, etc.):
Other Info:
Appearance:
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 7:35 pm
Name: Amarie Dupreau Age: 100 Origin: French Vampire Gender: Female Race (vampire, human, etc.): Vampiress Other Info: A hunter, loves guns... 
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 10:23 am
Name: Artemis Age: Unknown Origin: Greece Gender: Female Race (vampire, human, etc.): vampire Other Info: Classified Appearance: 
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 11:46 pm
Profile Standards-
Name: Yark
Age: 1000 +
Origin: somewhere in Romania
Gender:Male
Race:Vampire
Other Info: He is a warrior born, changed from mortal to vampire by a stupid man. Engaged to one known as Kat, his powers diminished by his grief of not being able to find his love. His skills with a blade are excelent, his ability to heal is one that has been diminished, once upon a time he couldn't die, now he is but a speck of his former self. Still has a deep hatred for the taste of human blood, but will gladely help those in need, true need. His power over the storms has dissapeared entirely, the amulet around his neck a testiment to it once there.
Appearance: A tall man, with matted golden blonde hair. His hair is done up in his traditional way, braided. On his right hand is a silver blue pheonix tattoo, on the left is a red gold gauntlet etched with a langauge past, giving to him by a greatfull man (While he himself, Yark, was still mortal). At his left hand side a magnificient silver long sword, crafted for his hand. On his right hand side lays a dagger with a red gold hilt and silver blade, forged for a long forgoten king, who was slain by Yark himself. His combat boots are of a heavy leather and make an omnious sound when he walks. His pants are a tight fitting leather, the belt that holds them is a fine leather belt that is rather thick for todays times. he wears a loose fitting, long sleeve, black, button up shirt. Over that he wears a long black leather trench coat, that reaches just above the bottom of his boots. Under the shirt lies an ivory breast plate, on the left side there is an engraving of a wolfs head burned in. His skin is highly pale, the fangs go well with his appearence, as they are about twice as long as the average fang, yet another testiment of his power, and the eye's pure black, all the way around, there are no whites, his eye's were jinxed by a slayer to change color with his emotions, at one point he could have changed them back, but he has forgoten the counter jinx and has not the time to scoure his library to find it. His amulet of pure silver is cracked down the middle and no longer usable. There is one more blade on his self, and enchanted silver long sword, slung across his back to be drawn by the right hand, a gift from Ax the first time they met, well not a gift persey but more of a trade. There is a very vicious looking hound that follows him, a hell hound forged in the fire of hunger and born of an ancient curse.
This is the sign that is burned into the breast plate.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 11:09 am
Flazryu Profile Standards- Name: Yark Age: 1000 + Origin: somewhere in Romania Gender:Male Race:Vampire Other Info: He is a warrior born, changed from mortal to vampire by a stupid man. Engaged to one known as Kat, his powers diminished by his grief of not being able to find his love. His skills with a blade are excelent, his ability to heal is one that has been diminished, once upon a time he couldn't die, now he is but a speck of his former self. Still has a deep hatred for the taste of human blood, but will gladely help those in need, true need. His power over the storms has dissapeared entirely, the amulet around his neck a testiment to it once there. Appearance: A tall man, with matted golden blonde hair. His hair is done up in his traditional way, braided. On his left hand is a silver blue pheonix tattoo, on the left is a red gold gauntlet etched with a langauge past, giving to him by a greatfull man (While he himself, Yark, was still mortal). At his left hand side a magnificient silver long sword, crafted for his hand. On his right hand side lays a dagger with a red gold hilt and silver blade, forged for a long forgoten king, who was slain by Yark himself. His combat boots are of a heavy leather and make an omnious sound when he walks. His pants are a tight fitting leather, the belt that holds them in a fine leather belt that is rather thick for todays times. he wears a loose fitting, long sleeve, black, button up shirt. Over that he wears a long black leather trench coat, that reaches just above the bottom of his boots. Under the shirt lies an ivory breast plate, on the left side there is an engraving of a wolfs head burned in. His skin is highly pale, the fangs go well with his appearence, as they are about twice as long as the average fang, yet another testiment of his power, and the eye's pure black, all the way around, there are no whites, his eye's were jinxed by a slayer to change color with his emotions, at one point he could have changed them back, but he has forgoten the counter jinx and has not the time to scoure his library to find it. His amulet of pure silver is cracked down the middle and no longer usable. There is one more blade on his self, and enchanted silver long sword, slung across his back to be drawn by the right hand, a gift from Ax the first time they met, well not a gift persey but more of a trade. There is a very vicious looking hound that follows him, a hell hound forged in the fire of hunger and born of an ancient curse. ((Damn....that is a lot to read.... *Skims*))
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 1:24 pm
fudgemonkeygir Flazryu Profile Standards- Name: Yark Age: 1000 + Origin: somewhere in Romania Gender:Male Race:Vampire Other Info: He is a warrior born, changed from mortal to vampire by a stupid man. Engaged to one known as Kat, his powers diminished by his grief of not being able to find his love. His skills with a blade are excelent, his ability to heal is one that has been diminished, once upon a time he couldn't die, now he is but a speck of his former self. Still has a deep hatred for the taste of human blood, but will gladely help those in need, true need. His power over the storms has dissapeared entirely, the amulet around his neck a testiment to it once there. Appearance: A tall man, with matted golden blonde hair. His hair is done up in his traditional way, braided. On his left hand is a silver blue pheonix tattoo, on the left is a red gold gauntlet etched with a langauge past, giving to him by a greatfull man (While he himself, Yark, was still mortal). At his left hand side a magnificient silver long sword, crafted for his hand. On his right hand side lays a dagger with a red gold hilt and silver blade, forged for a long forgoten king, who was slain by Yark himself. His combat boots are of a heavy leather and make an omnious sound when he walks. His pants are a tight fitting leather, the belt that holds them in a fine leather belt that is rather thick for todays times. he wears a loose fitting, long sleeve, black, button up shirt. Over that he wears a long black leather trench coat, that reaches just above the bottom of his boots. Under the shirt lies an ivory breast plate, on the left side there is an engraving of a wolfs head burned in. His skin is highly pale, the fangs go well with his appearence, as they are about twice as long as the average fang, yet another testiment of his power, and the eye's pure black, all the way around, there are no whites, his eye's were jinxed by a slayer to change color with his emotions, at one point he could have changed them back, but he has forgoten the counter jinx and has not the time to scoure his library to find it. His amulet of pure silver is cracked down the middle and no longer usable. There is one more blade on his self, and enchanted silver long sword, slung across his back to be drawn by the right hand, a gift from Ax the first time they met, well not a gift persey but more of a trade. There is a very vicious looking hound that follows him, a hell hound forged in the fire of hunger and born of an ancient curse. ((Damn....that is a lot to read.... *Skims*)) ()That's the reduced version, on neopets I actually had to use two posts to put the whole thing down()
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 3:33 pm
(((Thats a lot of writin)))
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 11:30 am
hey if you guys are still doing this one I'll join in ^^
Name:Aximiloe
Age:29
Origin:His past reachs so far back into history even he doesn't remember his beginnings
Gender:male
Race:vampire
Other Info: he's sorta an angel kinda vampire but he still hunts humans.
Appearance:
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 12:43 pm
Name: Rayne
Age: Unknown
Origin: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Vampiress/Fairy
Other Info: She can control light and its form.
Appearance: 
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 1:04 pm
*With a deep sigh Ax dropped from the tree he had been hiding in and leaned against his back against it.* "Slow night...where are all the punk humans at? They always hang around here at this time of night..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 1:21 pm
Rayne sighed and flicked her cigarette to the ground. She stamped on it with her boot and walked away. Her long blonde hair with black tips on the end flew behind her as the wind called through the town, whispering through the trees. She licked her blood red lips feeling herself get hungry, and continued wandering down the leaf littered and dirty path through the street. Her sparkling blue eyes swept over the alleys and streets searching for signs of movement.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 3:57 pm
*Ax jumped not even realizing anything was awake or in the area. he very quickly dashed back up into his tree to await the intruder*
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 8:48 pm
"Hello Ax," I say as I casually appear though a rift in the space time continuum. MY pure black eye's also cloud over with blue and continue changing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:34 pm
Jumping at the sudden voice Ax spun around to attack and then saw who it was. "Oh jeeze...you know better then to do things like that Yark!!"
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