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This thread contains information on characters that have been approved for use in the Castlevania RPG. It will remain read-only for use as reference by myself and any other players who are active in the RPG and need to find out more information about the characters.

I will be gathering information from the signup thread and emails I have received. If there is any mistake, please notify me.

Approved characters may be re-used in any future Castlevania RPGs I host, or hosted by someone else if they approve the use of such in their RPG. I might ask for additional details if they are used in a new RPG I host.

I will add additional details for the dice-rolling system.

Updated November 24, 2009

Created by: chippbogard
Status: Quit, NPC

name: Lyra
age: 25
eyes: purple
hair: blue
Occupation: hunter
gender:female
weapon: cross bow, sword, and throwing knives

Her family has taught her how to fight and told her stories about the supernatural like vampire and werewolves.

Created by: Lady Lunar Phoenix
Status: CVRPG PC

Name: Tarot

Age: 16

Height: 5'7

Weight: First Rule of Girl Club. NEVER ASK OUR WEIGHT!

Weapon: Inner born magik channeled through her Tarot deck.

Bio: She works as a vampire hunter in training... Only cuz she sucks at being a nun. The closest she's got is one of her cards. She lives and works at the church since well, who wants a magik user around? Really? So she hunts down small and less powerful monsters as part of her training. Since she's not going Joan of Arc she wears dresses and lady like stuff. Well for the most part she dresses in robe like gowns. The sleeves reach mid arm with long cloth draped down from it by about 5 inches. The dress part has slits and pants under it with a cloak.
She has black hair that reaches about her waist but she ties it up with about five ribbons all the way down. In part in case she needs something to tie something up with. She wears lady like but thick boots in the event that she goes tromping around wooded areas. Her deck stays in a small bag at her side or in her hands. She also has two. One that she battles with and one that her spirit guides use to talk to her with. Celtic for battles Egyptian for guidence...
Ok so shes' a type of spiritualist... But to keep the hot stakes away she'll say she works for the church. She's a ditz not a dummy.

Created by: Sirenstoy
Status: Abandoned

Name: Edvard Von Hulen
Hair: Dark brown-black with hints of red
Eyes: Brownish black
Age: 18
Occupation: Nobleman of fortune
Main weapon: Rapier made from blessed steel
Seconday weapon: Aspergillum filled with holy water ( It sprinkles holy water, looks like a flail with holes in the ball of it)
Magic: Bestial Blessings ( taking on certain traits of animals. i.e.: Ox: strength, Owl:wisdom, Dog: loyalty and so on...)
Personal secret: He is a consecrated priest

Bio: The last living son in a long line of nobles of the Von Hulen clan, Edvard is a quiet young man with a gentle smile and a roguish outlook. His family has always been tied deeply with it's surroundings and many animals flock to the Von Hulens from the forest, following them for days on end, occasionally sharing kills with the nobles. Edvard now rules his lands kindly in a far corner of what was once called Germania, the Holy Roman Empire, and so on and so forth. He is a just ruler who protects his people as well as he can. However, one night, the animals from the forest began acting strangely. The wolves would not howl, the owls would not hunt, the whole forest seemed to be silent. After three nights of this, Edvard took up his father's sword, Vanguard, and headed into the night. He took a priest and three of his closest hearth companions. Along the paths and trails, they found remains of horribly mutilated animals, as well as the missing guard they'd thought had left town. Then, all at once, a beautiful woman appeared. But she wasn't right. She had batlike wings and eyes that glowed like embers. A battle was joined that left Edvard scarred and the preist wounded. The woman had been a succubus. Coming back after a time of rest, Edvard and his priest came home to find all the men of the village slain in their sleep. Edvard left soon after things returned to normal, his sword on his hip and the church's Aspergillum tucked into his things as his carriage rode off to the fabled place of darkness. He wished to find what had loosed the succubus in his lands and a scroll he'd found in his library told of an old castle in " The land between the woods" Transylvania...

He was a student of the preist's. But He was still a noble and as such, became a sort of spiritual leader as well as the titled ruler of those under his care. He wished to keep in the interests of the people by becoming something of an example to live by. Sure, it sound segomaniacal, but it was because he had read tale of things that go 'bump' in the night. He wished to protect his people against demons, etc... All those things that were a common hysteria of the time, yet only talked about in hushed conversations. The preist dubbed him the title of journyman ( It sounds dumb, I admit...only thing I can think of) and advised him to 'go with God", if you will.

The carriage rolled on into the darkness as Edvard planned to end the troubles of his people...

Created by: Amyante
Status: CVRPG PC

Name: Raine Stormgate (real name: Scylla Naradiel)

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 149 pounds

Hair color: Light blue (azure), down to the small of her back in length. She also has a small braid on the left side.

Eye color: Royal blue.

Age: 23

Appearance: She looks like an attractive female. With purplish skin. And slightly elongated teeth. Casting dark magic, even. o.O

Of course, that's all perfectly hidden under an illusionary appearance, so if your character even pretends to know on sight what she looks like under that illusion of hers i'll hang you from Dracula's Castle by your dingle-dangles, and treat you as a punching bag ^_^.

Weapon(s): Frostflame and Souldrinker, dual wielded.
- Frostflame: This sword has an ice enchantment on it that deals additional cold damage on a hit. Also, the special hilt it has stops the cold enchantment from spreading to the wielder's hands, which prevents them from getting numb. Provided, of course, she can find someone to cast the spell on it for her wink . Living creatures are vulnerable to this added effect.

- Souldrinker: The other sword is of a darker nature. It has the added effect of draining its victims of their soul energy, and uses it to refill its wielder's health and mana pool. Which is particularly important in Raine's case, since her Curse would otherwise limit her only source of healing to Dark Metamorphosis. Magically created constructs (golems, most Undead) are vulnerable to this added effect, since it drains the magical energy from the enchantments that literally hold them together.

Sub weapons: Agunea.

Magic:
-Dark Metamorphosis- Heal by touching blood (not necessarily from enemies razz ).

Strength and Weakness: Raine's strength is also her weakness. Having been bitten by the vampire Dimilas, she has become Tainted (think of it as being permanently Cursed). She has gained the ability to cast the same dark magic a vampire is capable of, yet at the cost of not being able to use holy items, which tend not to discriminate between her and (other) demons and vampires.

Bio: Raine was born as Scylla Naradiel, the only child of two rangers living on the outskirts of a small village. Life proceeded normally for the small family: Being the only child due to a complication during childbirth, Scylla was brought up with the skills generally associated with rangers: Various wlderness survival skills, as well as herbalism, to be able to identify various poisonous herbs, and counter their effects with others. For some reason, she wasn't talented in ranged combat, but she more than made up for it in close combat, her ability to wield two swords matched only by her father.

Like in most forested areas, there had been the tale of the occasional missing traveler, or livestock disappearing. The town's population usually blamed it on wolves or bears, the local farmers would walk a couple of extra rounds on their land for a few days, until the rumors subsided and the cycle began anew.

This time, however, it was different. A lone survivor of a merchant's guards covered in blood, screaming that the night had come to life as he ran into the village. Corpses all arranged neatly in a row, with not a drop of blood to be seen. It was clear something was raiding the countryside, and the signs that were left were enough to convince even the most stubborn farmer to keep his doors locked.

Not long afterwards, several young girls had gone missing, some even from houses in the center of the village, and the first group of vampire hunters arrived, drawn to the rumor like moths to a flame. Most did not return. The few that did, confirmed the people's suspicions that a vampire was indeed the cause of the village's problems. A meeting was held, and when Scylla's father returned home from it, he had found his wife knocked unconscious on the floor, and his daughter missing.

--==**==--

Scylla awoke with a start, wincing as the sparse light that came in through the dungeon's bars blinded her for a second. Her head still throbbed, and she could remember little besides recieving a rather nasty blow to the head from behind. This worried her, since whoever had done it had managed to sneak up on her quetly enough to escape her notice...

The smell of old blood registered to her senses now, and she looked around, seeing more of the same cells. Most were empty, save for one or two, and the inhabitants of those did little else than stare at the wall in shock. The cell next to hers held a red-headed woman -- Scylla recognised her as the local miller's daughter -- and it was her that explained everything that had been going on.

Much to her surprise, it seemed a vampire had taken up residence in an old Keep, posing as a member of an old, if relatively small, noble house dating back to a time most did not even remember. It had turned out to be responsible for the missing travellers, and had started to leave hints of it's presence -- some less subtle than others -- out of boredom, arrogance, or both. The vampire hunters had proven a nice distraction for it, but the girls currently in the cells were considered the main course.

One every night, the red-headed girl explaigned, resignation and acceptance clear in her manner and voice, and no one knew who would be next. Occasionally, the 'supply', as the vampire had called it, was renewed with fresh youths from the nearby villages, and the vampire had always waited until they discovered the truth for themselves, sometimes being the one to tell them in person.

The next day, she was gone, and from the tracks left behind it had been clear she did not manage to escape. Fighting back tears, she sat down, and waited. Waited, hoping someone would come to their aid. A week passed like this, food brought to her cell by the vampire as he checked his food supply in turn.

The vampire was not unattractive. Appearing as a middle-aged man, wearing a uniform-style blue tunic and pants, with black boots and an embroidered black cloak around his shoulders. The other girls kept their eyes pinned to the floor, knowing that the smallest hint of defiance would increase their chances at being 'chosen', but not Scylla. She had glared at her captor, wishing every time he would be close enough for her to smack that annoying smile off of his face.

That night, she awoke not in her cell, but in a small room. Opposite of it, sitting in a chair as if it was a throne, sat the vampire, as always that grin plastered on his face. Before she could get a chance to act, he spoke up.

- "You get a five minute head start. Run."

The vampire had gotten bored of the usual feeding routine, and added the hunt as an afterthought. His food would get a small head start, and he'd hunt his prey to find at least some amusement in it. Most of them had already given up before starting however, which is why he tended to choose stronger-willed women to try to increase the challenge from 'painfully absent' to 'easy'. He watched the clock as his target slipped out the door.

Five minutes passed, and he got up, deliberately not tracking her by scent or using his other powers... It was easy enough as it was. He had double-checked the bolts and locks on the doors and windows, and as his quarry would have found out by now, there was no way out. So he walked through the Keep, moving at a casual pace while his eyes scanned the area for tracks.

An annoyed look crossed his face when he spotted a part of Scylla's dress standing out behind the curtain a few minutes afterwards. It was soon replaced with a feral look however, as he already imagined sinking his teeth into the girl. He stalked over to the curtain, and violently pulled the curtain open with one hand.

A trap triggered, and his initial surprise at not seeing anyone was replaced by pain, as one of his own table knives embedded itself in his eye. He grabbed the knife, growling furiously as he pulled it out, but found himself staring at the bloodstained blade in his hand. As his eye started to regenerate, he started to grin. The grin turned into a chuckle, and the chuckle to laughter as it occurred to him: For the first time in decades, someone had managed to draw blood... To actually wound him! He threw the knife aside, and stepped out into the halls of his Keep with renewed vigor.

After several minutes of finding nothing, he finally came upon another one of his knives, this one lying in the main hall in plain view. It struck him as odd, and as he walked up, he could see the old bloodstains on the blade... It was the one he had carelessly discarded earlier! He had started to reach down to it to pick it up, as his ears noticed a familiar sound, that of a bowstring under pressure. Using his speed to step aside, he barely managed to avoid the arrow nicking him in the shoulder before it clattered onto the stone tiles behind him.

He watched as Scylla got out of her hiding place one floor above him and ran, the bow he had taken as a trophy from one of the vampire hunters slanted across her back. He rushed after her, up the stairs, around the corner where he knew she had been mere seconds earlier... and found his leg caught in a makeshift rabbit snare as he lost his balance, falling to the floor once more.

As he got up, he decided it had been enough. True, it had managed to rekindle the feeling having a challenge had felt like when he was still young, and it was rare for a human to force him to use his powers, but there were limits. The events that had befallen that night -- being wounded not once, but twice -- had exited him too much to keep holding back like he was now. He entered the Astral Plane, and effortlessly homed in on Scylla's spirit form, materialising right in front of her as she headed towards the front foor, grabbing her wrists to prevent her from running again.

His mouth opened wide, and he sank his teeth into Scylla's neck as the girl fruitlessly tried to pull herself free. With her hands unable to move, her kicks having no effect on the vampire and it trying to eat her shoulder, she did the only thing she could do. She returned the favor, by biting down on his shoulder as hard as she could. As the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, she thought she heard the vampire give an enticed grunt.

At that moment, the door broke open, and a number of vampire hunters led by Scylla's parents ran in. The vampire, recognising the hunters for what they were, quickly retreated to a more defendable position as the majority of the hunters chased him.

--==**==--

It had been a month since the incident, and Scylla's father had died in the raid that freed his daughter. Even though the death of the vampire was never confirmed, both the killings and abductions appeared to have ended with the attack, so people assumed what was likely and tried to shrug off the uneasy feeling with a few pints of ale before heading back to their usual lives. Scylla, however, was denied that right.

What she had believed to be a slight discoloration of her skin due to the shock, had actually proven itself to be a mutation of some kind. Even though the now slightly purplish color of her skin could still be hidden easily enough, when the black stumps that would become her wings started to form on her shoulder blades, both her and her mother knew it wouldn't be a passing thing. Her mother dug up the old letter the vampire hunters had left her and her husband, and she gave it to Scylla, for her to use as a letter of introduction into the Order of the Winter's Dawn, one of the guilds for vampire hunters in the land. To protect her family, she changed her name to Raine Stormgate when she left.

As she joined the Order, the priests working among their ranks quickly found out that even the strongest Uncurse spells were ineffective against the one placed on her. After the Elders had had a series of particularly heated meetings on the matter that had left the lower ranking members walking softly for weeks afterward, Raine was called before them. They explained to her about that she had been Tainted, and the only way to fully cure her was to defeat the vampire that had been responsable for her Tainting. It had also been decided that the knowledge of what Raine was would not be leaving the walls of the council.

In time, several of her vampiric abilities had started to manifest, both during the battles with rogue vampires and regular combat training. One of them was the power of illusion -- for which Raine was particularly grateful, since it enabled her to hide her demon-infected body behind the appearance of a normal untained woman. Her armor, restricted to non-Blessed materials, could be described as 'cloth robes reinforced with leather straps', but on the other hand she had found some basic ability to cast magic and several other vampire-associated traits, although progress is mostly on a trial-and-error basis with no true vampires willing to teach her.

And the vampire? Unknown by her, it still stalks Raine as its prey, considering her marked by his hand. Whatever the case, he found he hadn't had this much fun playing with his food in centuries...

--==**==--

The Order had quickly learned of Dracula's Castle having returned, mostly due to the meteoric rise in monster sightings -- and attacks -- that plagued the Transsylvanian countryside. Together with a number of her fellow Guildmembers, Raine made her way over to the area, encountering heavy resistance along the way. After Dimilas dropped a few signs that he was in the area -- usually by tearing apart the lookouts without disturbing the camp -- Raine knew he was in the area. And with him, the chance of her humanity being restored.

Pics (added again for good measure):

- Raine (minus the wings and tail)
- Raine (with active illusion, and wearing her usual robes)

- Frostflame (Raine's ice-enchanted sword)
- Souldrinker (Raine's soul stealing sword)
- Order of Dawn emblem (worn as a necklace)

- Dimilas (front, with cloak)
- Dimilas (back, without cloak)

Created by: blade master55
Status: CVRPG PC

Name: Heero

Bio: Heero hailed from what was once the Town of Xenia. in this town he had been born into a cursed fate that his family had shared for many years, and that was to be the Vessel for Death, the servant of Count Dracula. his fore-father. Quatre was the first of the line to become Deaths Vessel. and with that, his family had been forced to carry out Deaths will and orders, however when Heero's father, who was to become the next vessel, fled with his wife Dianna to escape his fate and settled in the town of Xenia which was far beyond the borders of Transylvania. however Dracula would not allow the Vessel of Death to roam freely, and in the middle of the night had his minions lay waste to the entire town and killed off everyone but Heero, Dracula's simple response to killing his family was that his "Father had denied his fate and paid with his life for passing his fate onto his pitiful son" the night before he was taken to the altar to become Deaths Vessel he conjured up a forbidden spell that had been known by his family for generations, the power to lock away ones soul and mind in a piece of jewelery. taking his necklace that was created by his father he enchanted the words and using the Onyx embedded within it, sealed away his soul and mind and became a shell...when the Rite of Accession was preformed Death had taken possession over Heeros body. however unknown to Dracula Heero had sealed away his mind and soul, preventing Death from controlling him, soon after Dracula handed him the Scythe which was the only thing keeping Death in the world of the living. and tasked him to find souls for the Dark Priest Shaft to carry out his unholy rituals however when Heero left he never returned, Dracula having suspicions sent out Gaibon to look for Heero and when they reported back finding nothing Dracula became enraged and demanded that Heero be found and brought back to him. Ever since Heero left Dracula's castle on the "Task" he was given he had gone into hiding to sharpen his skills with using the Scythe, and learning the hard way that even with the seal, Deaths power can and will consume him if they are used...several years have passed and after months of training Heero is now ready to embark to Dracula's Castle with not only the purpose of ridding himself of his cursed fate, but to destroy Dracula for the death of his family and friends...and destroy the very thing that bounds Death to the world of the living...his Scythe

Appearance: He is about average height, with long Silver hair that flows down just past his shoulders, his cold silver eyes easily reflect his lack of emotions. but sometimes the icy cold stare can be broken and his emotions can show, but it has rarely happened in his life time, he wears the Robes of Death (this was too required by the vessels to wear) he wears dark pants and wears what appear to be casual shoes, though they've seen better days.

Battlestyles: Despite the huge size of Deaths Scythe, Heero is capable of wielding it with extreme ease. and is also surprisingly fast with it. his favorite move is to throw the Scythe like a boomerang and catch it while in mid-air or simply catch it as it returns to him. being Deaths Vessel he holds power over some of Deaths powers, but only to be used at the cost of his health and maybe even his life, of the powers he has, he is able to create smaller scythes and hurl them, create a barrier of darkness that can protect him, create pillars of light that burst from underneath his foes, and the ability to Invoke Death. by invoking death he can kill his opponent on the spot by simply uttering a few words to bring about their death, however using this power costs Heero a great deal of his life and because of this, he has rarely used his power to invoke death. with each use of his powers his life is slowly consumed and the darkness within him grows and Deaths soul becomes stronger, because of this he refuses to use his powers unless he has no choice but to use them.

Dice-rolling dependent skills:

Boomerang Scythe (d12)
1 = does not return
2-3 = miss catch
4-12 = success

Flying Sickles (d20)
1 = 5 sickles fly back and attack self
2 = fail
3-4 = 1 sickle
5-9 = 5 sickles
10-14 = 10 sickles
15-19 = 15 sickles
20 = 20 sickles

Dark Barrier (d10)
1 = weakness + damage to jewel
2-3 = fail
4-6 = weak barrier
7-10 = success

Dark Pillars (d8 )
1 = weakness + damage to jewel
2-3 = fail
4-5 = 1 target
6-7 = 2 targets
8 = 3 targets

Death (d6)
1-3 = Death (jewel fails)
4 = severe self injury + damage to jewel
5 = injure target and self
6 = kill target

After losing control over Death, Heero loses his powers and almost dies. But, he acquires new powers that replace his previous powers of death and darkness.

New skills:

Heal wounds (d12) - Heero places hands on target wound and emits a glow that seals and heals the wound.
1 = heals at the cost of own health
2-9 = success
10-11 = success + pain gone
12 = instant wound recovery

Dagger Storm (d20) - Lightbringer transforms into several daggers that fly out at his opponents.
1 = 5 daggers fly back and attack self
2 = fail
3-4 = 1 dagger
5-9 = 5 daggers
10-14 = 10 daggers
15-19 = 15 daggers
20 = 20 daggers

Holy Blade (d4) – Lightbringer is charged with holy power, making it glow as well (lasts a single hit)
1 = fail
2-3 = success
4 = is able to shoot a wave of holy power

Light Barrier (d10) - Heero spins Lightbringer, which in turn emits a bright light that acts as a barrier.
1 = Cut self and drop sword
2-3 = fail
4-6 = weak barrier
7-10 = success

Light Pillars (d8 ) - Heero thrusts Lightbringer hard into the ground, making pillars of bright light engulf his opponents.
1 = Sword gets stuck on ground
2-3 = fail
4-5 = 1 target
6-7 = 2 targets
8 = 3 targets

Life (d6) - Heero's hands emit a bright and warm light, which envelops the corpse of a person and revives him/her
1 = fail
2-3 = Target is ressurrected, keeping existing wounds. Heero's stamina is drained, leaving him weak.
4-5 = Target is ressurrected, any wounds are closed, but is still in pain and weak
6 = Target is ressurrected and fully healed