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Post: 22103883_1 created on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 22:02:04 +0000
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It was late February and snow seemed to fall perpetually on the war torn country, leaving behind grey slush in the gutters beside the ancient, grey-brick buildings beside the grey factories to make the grey bricks and turned the normally white, snow-cloud sky a sickly ash grey. Everything was grey in the steam-run city, even the people who were starting to feel the after effects of the reluctantly lost war.

Still, within the grey, shrouded winter there were small patches of brightness and one of these was the Stargazer Cafe--as in, stargazer lilies, of course, though no one ever questioned why it was a tiger lily on the sign instead of the cafe's namesake. It was just a little, comfort-driven outfit, which is run by an attractive, young man and some of his close friends and frequented by the ladies for their tea, gentlemen for discussing important matters, and some other creatures too.

You see, behind the cafe was another room, also owned by this young man that only opened its doors after dark and only to those who knew the key. Within was the cafe's true namesake. The room itself was painted the deepest blue and speckled with little, silver stars to make it seem like one really was stargazing. The carpets were plush and the chairs even more so. The room was littered with overstuffed chairs and couches, some facing each other, some simply facing the room. A small bar was along the far wall where drinks could be made for the patrons, but just who was it who came here?

They were most commonly known as the Stargazer's society and this was where they met, let in only if they knew the password--which was Orion--and could show the silver, telescope charm that is received upon being accepted. While to any outsider, it was just a tiny gentlemen's club, but to the insiders, it was a sanctuary.

Vampires!

Yes, that's right. While the government really didn't care for them, they had no laws prohibiting their existence, unless, of course, they drank too much and killed someone. That was, after all, how the cafe had come to the hands of this kind young man when his sire had been locked away for killing an innocent person. Still, that's beside the point.

The point being, this was where they came to feed and to spend time with those of their own race. Even the cafe was a place where Vampires could come and simply chat in the late hours of the day, after the sun had gone down.

Welcome to the Stargazer's society.

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Post: 22103883_2 created on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 22:02:55 +0000
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The rules are simple. They are mostly common sense. If you can not follow these, you are not welcome here.

~No godmodding. No one likes it, so don't do it.
~Follow the TOS. If you want to go above, take it to PMs.
~Do not flame. If you don't like something, be polite about it. Things get resolved faster that way.
~This is a gay themed RP. If you dislike that, tough. Go somewhere else.
~Do NOT IM me with your profile. If you've been accepted and have a question, then that's okay.
~Please post your applications here. I will see them.

In short, don't be a moron and we'll all be able to RP happily together.

I also have several pet-peeves when it comes to RPing. These are not rules, but they may come in very handy.

~This country just got its a** kicked by the rest of the world. Please take that in to account.
~This is NOT Japan. That is all.

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Gender:
Species: [Vampire/Human]
Sexual Orientation: [Gay/Bi/Straight]
Position: [Dominant/Submissive/Switch]
Appearance: [Pictures are fine, but put at least a bit of description too]
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History:
How long have they been a member?

I will only be accepting 9 club members and 5 human donors at absolute most, so you'd all better impress me.

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Post: 22103883_3 created on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 22:03:52 +0000
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Now, it seems everyone's visions of vampires are different nowadays, so here's what will be going on in this RP.

-They do drink blood. This should be a given. This is why they have human donors at the club.

-Simply biting does not turn the human in to a vampire. That would involve drinking the vampire's, which you can do if you want, but only with the other player's consent.

-They can not fly. They can't transform in to bats and fly that way either.

-They can eat human food, but it will make them sick after a few hours since their stomachs have no need for human food.

-They are eternal, but only if they are regularly able to drink, otherwise they will start to decay, and that's never pretty.

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Name: Lucas Bellemont
Age: 256
Appearing age: Mid 20's
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Position: Switch, but mostly dominant
Appearance:
Lounging
Roses
Cuddle
Tall, without being abnormally so, Lucas stands an even 6'2" with a normal sized frame, not too slender, but not very bulky. He could just be any normal man on the street, especially since you won't see him in much except the suits he wears to work, unless, of course, you visit him in his apartment above the cafe, but that doesn't happen often. His hair is dark brown, like the richest of chocolate, like the suits he wears and falls in gentle waves to cover his ears, but not brush his shoulders. He keeps his waves soft and shiny as well as takes care of his pale, pale skin to stave off any signs of aging that he inevitably will never get, but it's still good to keep one's self clean. He also wears a pair of thin, silver glasses as he was nearsighted before he was turned and unfortunately even vampirism can't cure that. At least it hasn't gotten any worse.

Personality: For the most part, Lucas is a quiet man, preferring to keep to himself, not speaking, simply staying quiet. On the contrary, he enjoys the company of people, which is why he has chose to take over the club upon his sire's imprisonment and can often be found in the corner, just watching the rest of the people as they dance and interact with each other. This isn't to say he's completely anti-social. He won't turn away anyone who wishes to chat with him or simply sit near him and join in his people-watching habits, it's simply that after several hundred years, one runs out of need for idle chatter filling their ears.

When he speaks he's not at all timid in his mannerisms, and behind every smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes there seems to be a bit of mischief lurking, like the little boy waiting for just the right moment to stick the worm in his pocket down a little girl's dress.

History: There really isn't much to say about Lucas' history as he's lived a fairly tame and simple life, and that's the way he likes living. He was turned by the man who founded the society shortly after doing so, and has thus never had many escapades with unfortunate run-ins with finicky food as that's never fun. Still, the majority of his meals have been offered to him by the human donors at the society. It was only in the last 20 years that he took over the cafe and has lived an equally quiet life as before, just now has to worry about the cafe and the society until his sire either is released or dies.

Before that, he was a simple man, living in the city, working as a pastry chef, amazingly. Now, his cafe is known for its deserts. I wonder why?
How long have they been a member? 200 years

Name: Etienne De'Espoir
Age: 24
Appearing age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Position: Submissive
Appearance: Standing at a steady 5'10, not exactly a giant amongst men, Etienne gives off a rather peculier first impression. There's something a little off, or a little strange about his appearance that one can't quite put their finger on. In his grey shaded eyes, not too wide though somewhat big perhaps in comparison to the proportions of his face; he stares with a certain honesty. Unfortunately it's not the fluffy feathered, and halo kind of honesty, but they certainly don't lie. But one can't say for sure that it's those eyes that give off the peculier impression. It certainly can't be his hair, shoulder length and an almost bleached out blonde; soft to the touch most definitely, though it looks as though it had seen better days. Varying layers dust his cheeks, jaw and just over his eyebrows - it's not the best kept hair in the world.

His overall figure is lean though by no means athletic, he doesn't work out and so builds little muscle, but he does keep in line and in shape to the boundaries of just making sure he doesn't get fat. Etienne's torso also seems somewhat elongated, not exaggeratedly so, but it is what gives him that extra height as well as having reasonably long limbs. It is unfortunate that he didn't grow past 5'10 despite how much he would've liked to. He finds that a lot of customers and just general men are taller than him, and though he doesn't feel that height makes a man superior, it sure does help in giving off that impression. Though that isn't to stay he stands with an air of inferiority about him, hardly. And he sure as hell does like to dress up, especially when at 'work'. He can be found head to toe in clothes with ruffled trimmings, and luxuriously soft fabrics. He doesn't like to dress like a penniless merchant, despite the fact that he can sometimes he strapped for cash.
Personality: Docile is certainly not the word used to describe Etienne's persona, but he isn't the first person to go table top dancing either. There is an air of quiet confidence around the male, but he can be easily subdued into doing things he otherwise wouldn't. Though if there's a strong feeling of doubt, or resentment then he makes more of an effort to pull away, or just get away in general. Confrontation is not his forte, but as is part of his job, he has developed a certain seductive ability and if anything, he has been considered a chamealon of sorts. Adjusting this way and that to match the various members of the club.

In general however, Etienne isn't considering loud or obnoxious, and knows his place when he has to. He works diligently, but unfortunately opens himself to the idea of 'love' a little too easily. Maybe naive isn't quite the right word, it's not as though he trusts at the drop of a hat. But he does like to dream, and part of him feels that if he doesn't make the effort, the right person isn't going to just come knocking on his door. One thing he tries to live his life to is to never live in regret. No matter the decision, each one he has to make sure is the right one, and he values the importance of taking risks in your life. He certainly takes a few of those every so often anyway. Though desperate times can call for desperate measures, he isn't a slut, because a slut sells themselves like a petty piece of clothing. Etienne sells much more than that, and never gives himself away for free.
History: Born twenty four years ago to the current date, his family had never been that well off. In fact they teetered somewhere between working and middle class, never quite reaching the middle class status. It was a strange place to be in, financially his parents were often under the strain of just mainting their position as well as looking after three children including himself. He was the youngest of one girl and two boys, his sister the eldest who's own prospects didn't seem to go beyond having a family of her own and leaving her parents so as not to be a burden on them. Etienne's older brother ha dmuch higher dreams, he wanted out of their existence and reach something on a whole other level. Most of which consisted of leaving their family and their country to find money and a better life elsewhere. Etienne on the other hand found himself relatively attached to his parents, and though he wanted a life of his own, he didn't particularly like the thought of leaving them.

Of course no matter what he liked or didn't like, life had its own plans, one of which brought on the war to their country. Or rather, their country brought war onto everyone else. During these times it wasn't safe to stay in one place, and since Etienne was past the age to be enlisted into the army, he fled. He wasn't ready to fight, he didn't believe in the cause and had no intention of giving his life away to a country that didn't give a s**t about him anyway. So as he lived with only half his education in hand, never dreaming of what else could be out there other than the humans in the world. Etienne drifted from work place to work place, until a cold winter's day found him applying for a job at the Stargazer's Cafe. There were rumours surrounding the cafe, some ridiculous, some very low key, but nothing prepared him for the truth that he found after several months of working there.
How long have they been a member?: Two years working.

Name: Vladimir Branislav
Age: 156
Appearing age: 16/17
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Position: Dominant (or switch when it’s really required)
Appearance: [x](left)
Vlad is roughly 5’8, his build and size keeping with his appearance age, his face smooth and untouched like some sort of living doll laced with the hint of a tan and colour in his facial features. His lips have a slightly feminine appearance and always seem to have a pout upon them, nose a perfect ski-slope shape that leads up to brown approaching hazel eyes that seem slightly hollow for the most part unless he’s trying to get people to do things he wants, then they take on a heavenly compelling glow. His eyebrows are of a moderate size and unshaped as is his hair which is a dark near black brown that seems to go towards a lighter chestnut as it grows out and begins to curl and flicker around randomly. Looking slightly uncared for his hair looks like he’s just been running around in the rain on a windy day, but it does have a parting and a slightly brushed appearance as it seems to slope in and flick out. His ears pretty much smothered in hair as is the back of his head but it doesn’t go past his neck.

Vladimir if looked at on his own could be counted as thin, his body shape has a layer of fat on of course like most boys of that age – in appearance – but there is obvious development of muscles in him along with other things. Before he turned Vladimir had obviously hit puberty but not full completed it meaning despite his mental age and capacity he still looks like a child.

Usually he wears the uniform for the local school on school days and then the sort of clothes teenagers would wear when he’s back at the club – though he does dress up in the clothes of his own period as a mortal sometimes but only ever in the privacy of his own room.
Personality:
Vladimir is incredibly manipulative, he generally uses his appearance age as an advantage and his boyish good looks to make people adapt to what he wants. He enjoys manipulating people, to him it’s like a game, he acts like a spoilt brat and will do whatever he can to get attention or things that other people have. People he is in love with he will treat in a strange way, as usually the vampires look older than him, he’ll be mainly dominant for the most of it but when things start to go wrong he’ll pull convincing crocodile tears and revert back to being a child to play with the typical vampire’s desire for weakness.

He’s loud and outgoing, enjoys discussions, the expensive things in life and often strives to get even better things. He doesn’t actually believe in real love, he thinks love is a tool and that the emotion is just a mind trick to make you keep playing the game, he definitely uses love as a tool and a game. Vladimir has cheated on everyone he’s ever been with and doesn’t seem ashamed by it in the slightest.

Vlad is also the more dominant of the twins, he’s disgusted by signs of weakness or people who get mesmerised by things – if anything he finds those people funny and makes a mockery of them. He’s known to frequently hit and scorn his brother, generally treating him like some sort of pet.
History: Vlad lived the usual life of a teenager, with a similar personality to the one he has gained now but more naive, growing up in the industrial times it was obviously a great experience and advance whilst he was still a mortal and he loved to learn. He actually loved it because he could learn things easier than his younger brother which meant he could abuse him and insult him even more than he usually did.

He was enticed by a rather beautiful figure one night, a man who was the owner of a mill his parents worked at who brought him out to talk about the prospect of working during the night. Lit only by candle light he noticed the beauty of the other male and fell into his trap. Once turned Vladimir learnt the vampire ways incredibly quickly and returned one night to his worried brother to turn him to, for nothing but selfish reasoning.
How long have they been a member? 90 years.

Name: Dominick Banislov
Age: 156
Appearing age: 16/17
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Position: Submissive.
Appearance: [x](right)
Dom looks a lot like his brother, his facial features are incredibly similar except for a slightly paler tone, less of a pout upon his lips and a nose that’s a bit more bulbous at the end. His eyes are a mid-range brown and seem to have a slightly worried and unsure glance about them usually. His hair is a lighter shade of chestnut but the dark brown roots are similar to his brother’s. His hair is a lot curlier though and doesn’t seem so well kept, but it does cling to his face more and his fringe goes all over his forehead instead of ¾s of it. Dominick is thinner than Vladimir and quite scrawny, the sort of person who as a sixteen year old would’ve been described as a beanpole, but next to people of an older age appearance he isn’t.

He also stands higher than his brother at 5’9, that one inch is enough to cause Vladimir constant envy despite denying it. His veins are also very obvious, but something about Dominick’s skin and features makes him even more of a living doll than his brother, possibly the worried glances and the more vulnerable look to him that makes him attractive. Whilst Vlad oozes with confidence and arrogance, Dominick oozes with care and concern.

He also wears his school uniform but chose to be in a different house to Vladimir, along with teenage clothing but things that are less bright and colourful. In all truths Dominick lets the older vampires and even the humans who know of their race choose what he wears, even more emphasising his living doll style.
Personality: Dominick seems the more human of the pair, he seems to have kept hold to his human emotion and morals as much as possible despite being a vampire. He chooses to drink blood so that his victims live, instead of Vlad who takes great desire in drinking teenagers to death. He’s more interested in other people, likes to know people and have conversations about them more than himself. He wants to hear stories, get lost in worlds he has never experienced and so forth – which is why he has large collection of books and can be found in the corners of rooms reading them.
Dom often takes his brother’s slight form of abuse without hitting back, a generally passive person with a dislike for the idea of hurting others intentionally; though he has done it before. He also has a tendency to follow Vladimir around at his brother’s very command, quite a susceptible person he looks for acceptance and pleasing people along with gaining friends and companionship.

Despite this he is a funny person and can be quite chatty and fun with people he really trusts, along with when his brother isn’t about.

He is very clingy though.
History: When his brother first disappeared Dom enjoyed himself but soon felt like he was missing part of himself, though at the time his brother turned him Dominick wishes he hadn’t and still does but is too gutless to kill himself so obviously he has something to live for and doesn’t know it.

Dom often explored the places the pair hoped around in their travels, his brother enjoying the tastes of different country’s people, Dom more the arts, culture and the language. Wherever they went Vlad looked for someone’s life to destroy whilst Dom looked for other vampires so he could abandon his brother.

He did find other vampires, but after twenty years of staying in the same place and refusing to leave at his brother’s command; the first sigh of defiance; Vlad also discovered the vampires and now they both reside here.
How long have they been a member? 110

Name: Kazuo Relake
Age: 179
Appearing age: Late 20's, Early 30's
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Bi, leaning straight
Position: Dominant/Switch
Appearance: Kazuo is reaching to almost 6', but it 5'11 right now. As you see him walking by, you get an unreconizable feeling. Sort of like you know him. But, you don't. It was an extremely weird feeling, and people always asked 'Do I know you?' To him. He simply says no. Even if he knows that person.

The hair he has is a very dirty blonde. Simply because he loves to die it that way, and it was originally blonde when he was born. Eyes have the lightest of greys, and most people...look into them, and think he's sad. But, that's rarely the case. Lips are thin, yet full. And it's always seems to be a joy when he smiles. The glasses he wears are nesscary only for reading and writing. And he takes good care of them.

His skin is pale from lack of sunshine. But, it still holds a certian tan color from when he was human. Adorning his body seems to always be grey, silver, or a dark blue. Even his scarves are like that. No one questions why he chose these colors, they didn't seem to work well together. But that's another story, isn't it?
Personality: Kazuo is a wide ranged man. His personality is very original, and not one you'd usually see. While he is very outgoing, and enjoys spending time with all of his friends (Mostly surrounding the society.), he also likes being alone, with a book, most of the time. And, he is very neat, and cleans up the club best he can before he leaves. Not even with being asked. It's something nice he does for the club that gave him a place to feel at home. However, he has a mean streak, and it'll show fast if he's rubbed the wrong way one too many times.
History: Kazuo's history is certianly different from many heard. Unlike most people, he was turned by his lover. Who, he immediatly dumped for doing so. Basically, he thought it was just some sort of kinky bedroom game the other liked to play.

After the turn, things changed. Only a few days after his turning, he found the society, and joined immediatly. It's a good place to sit when your bored, he would tell them. Most of the time, it was lazy, dazy. Nothing intresting going on...that's how he liked his nights.

Before being turned, Kazuo was a novelist. He still is, but his books don't sell as well as they used to.
How long have they been a member? 150 years running

Name: Uriel Peters
Age: 82
Appearing age: In his early thirties. Fine lines, thin wrinkles.
Gender: Male.
Species: Vampire.
Sexual Orientation: Chaste. He “tries” to avoid the subject.
Position: He’s never tried.

Appearance:
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A long face, and high cheekbones, Uriel can almost come off as gaunt. The signs of fatigue wear under dulled green eyes, in the form of grey rings on pale skin. He never was full of colour save for his cheeks and his stare. Said cheeks are the only things rosy, even when he doesn’t smile; Uriel’s smiles are saved only for when they are really needed. His lashes are long, though uneven where he picks at them in boredom. Nails bitten in places, fractured. Uriel is handsome in the way age is handsome - though not beautiful. Brown hairs flutter over his cold stare. He has been letting them grow since his turning, not caring for appearances so much anymore.

His attire is usually compiled of charity shop suits and ties. Tatty, but smart underneath the layer of stains and tears in the fabric. He smokes, though for the elegance of the image and not so much for the addiction. His height is an average six foot, but he is far too skinny for a man of tall stature. Uriel’s clothes nearly hang off of him, like loose curtains. He has let himself go.

Personality:

Uriel is reserved. Highly reserved. Soft spoken and with graceful mannerisms, he is almost ghostly and waiflike - were it not for his vile temper, the temper hard to provoke unless he witnesses grievous sin. If this does ever happen, old ways try and re-emerge, but as of late Uriel has been able to behave himself a little more. He is often bitter and sarcastic, disgruntled by the fact the fight he once fought has turned on him, and he is now something he grew up learning was wrong.

A lonely man, Uriel hovers here and there, only one to stay still and observe if something honestly interests him. He is spider-fingered and big footed, slightly out of proportion to his skeletal limbs. He has no notable scarring apart from those he gained in the crash as a teenager, which cross his lower back along to the upper part of his right arm. However, these are faint; they are only particularly apparent when pointed out.

When questioned on religion, Uriel will give no answer to anyone other than the simple statement: “I know of God. Now I wait for him to find me.”

History:

In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them: in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bare them, and carried them all the days of old.

Uriel was not born Uriel Peters. Rather, Jacob Peters. A friendly child, with high ambitions - a doctor, a policeman, a protector of the innocent of some shape or form. Rosy cheeked, wide eyed. Hopeful in the way only youth could hope.

He attended Church with his family, every Sunday. Orthodox - well, he was never entirely sure on what part of what religion his family followed. His mother was Jewish, his father Christian. Catholic? Catho-Rabbinic? Catho-Metho-Rabbi-Juda-whatever.

No, he didn’t know how they’d managed to come together. He knew they weren’t married, he knew they weren’t happy, but he assumed that the birth of their son had been what kept them glued fast. He wasn’t too sure why they bickered so much, but Jacob put it down to alcohol, sleeplessness or that damnable factor of Religion.

They’d pat him on the head and tell their little boy that they were a happy family. The suits and skirts and Sunday hats came out for Church, along with the painted smiles in red lipstick, crows feet drawn in at the corners of grinning eyes. Father was dominant and, as such, it was Church they would always attend. Church they would sing through, Church Jacob would curse after departure because the newfangled car doors would click shut and screaming would begin.

And he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to stand there for fifteen minutes after the vehicle crashed one sunny day of the Lord. It was after a spectacular sermon on the Archangels: Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Uriel. Unusual, how Father had stayed utterly silent as he took the steering wheel, while Mother threw up the usual argument of “When will you let me believe what I want to believe?!” in her screeching, harpy tone. Jacob hadn’t liked his Mother much. She was usually the one who made things worse.

He wasn’t sure what was happening until Father took his hands off of the wheel, and, in a voice unlike his own, hissed.
Pray.

And he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to crawl out of the backseat through a mangled mesh of metal and leather. And he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to get to his feet to survey the red stained, crippled front of the automobile. And he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to stand there for fifteen minutes after the vehicle crashed one sunny day of the Lord.

It was the funeral that truly helped Jacob back onto his feet, however: the guiding hand of a God he thought was speaking to him, through a delusional mind. Deluded with the young dreams lost of helping a community. Deluded with the thought that he could ever make an imprint on the lives of the lost. He would be their guide. Their guardian. Their voice to God, so they might be saved.

He dubbed himself Uriel. Light of God.

In the years that followed on from his parents’ deaths, Uriel trained into Priesthood. However, this in itself was unfulfilling - he truly felt there was more that he could do than just lurk in a confession box. The faceless figure that carried the burdens of the latest lecher or fool who believed he simply needed to admit sins out loud to be freed of them. Uriel decided to take it on himself to pursue the age old tradition of inquisition. Always suggesting the figure on the other side of the box - if they were in dire need of questioning - attend the next Sunday sermon, Uriel would then lead the sinner to the Church graveyard before lashing them an apt number of times over, screaming forgiveness with the blood that would spit from their throats.

Sometimes they would pass with the stress of the cleansing, and so Uriel always made sure to dig a fresh grave before Sunday came around.

With each man and woman he freed of burdens, ego rose in Uriel’s chest a swollen bubble. He would never let it escape, though - for Pride was the mother of all sins. So he remained soft spoken, sweet mannered, and still ever so rosy cheeked until the day came that Uriel made a fatal error.

He killed a vampire.

Of course, he had not known it was a vampire until Uriel had looked upon the body of the girl the leech had latched onto. Her neck was punctured in such a foul manner, and her life stained the attacker’s tongue crimson. It had been in the graveyard, so Uriel felt no harm in shoving both bodies into the open pit and covering them up. Alas, he hadn’t known of the few there surveying his mistake and his cover up, and so was surprised to find himself with a day early congregation on entering the Church again.

It had been a simple course of action. They would let him live - technically, undeath - on their terms. A society of theirs was in need of a strong handed doorman that could tell a liar from a mile off. To filter out the sinners from the faithful. If he would stand their doorman, they would spare him for his misdeeds. However, would he turn on them or walk away, Uriel would be hunted down and disposed in the way that all his victims had been in turn - flogged until his skin fell away, and then thrown into a shallow grave. The choice wasn’t hard.

Uriel went from one position to the next. From the forgiver of men, to the guardian at the Gates of Eden.

Rather, the door to the back room of the Stargazer. But, it wasn’t too much of a difference. Judgement did come on the other side.

How long have they been a member? 50 years.

Name: Aedan Calloway
Age: 150
Appearing age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Position: Switch

Appearance: Aedan is all long, pale limbs and bright red hair. He's an Irishman, born and bred in Kerry County. Despite all the time he's spent away from Ireland as a vampire, Aedan still retains a fair amount of his Irish accent, just enough of a lilt to entice just about anyone to look at him twice. He stands at an impressive 6'3", an unusual height for an Irishman, but such heights had always run in his family. As a true Irishman, Aedan is a lovely shade of ivory pale that is only complimented by his undead state. Atop his head is a great mass of silky redhair that falls past his arse even up and when down it falls even closer to the ground. Like most Irishmen, Aedan has brillant blue eyes as comparable to the Atlantic on a clear day. He was a handsome man and is now a striking vampire; and he knows it.

Personality: Quietly confident is the best way to describe Aedan. Not the sterotypical redhead, Aedan prefers to linger in the shadows and assess the situation before barging in with fangs bared. With a razor sharp mind to match his fangs, Aedan has survived and survived well over his century and a half. Until his turning, Aedan hadn't left Ireland but he had managed to get out of the harsh life as a fishmonger on the rocky west coast of the Emerald Isle. From a early age Aedan, and his mother, discovered that he had a natural grace; even moreso than the rest of his kinsmen. So after gaining his diploma from highschool, Aedan headed off to Dublin where he trained and debute as a ballet dancer. Some how managing his long limbs into an elegance so rarely seen in men on stage. And on stage was and is the only place that Aedan allowed himself to be so readily noticed. As a vampire, Aedan has honed making an entrance or not, into a fine art. Dressing conservatively, in handsome black suits, he's quite good at slipping into the shadows for all his flash and redhair; and he's still quite good at grabbing attention when he wishes.

History: Dancing his way through Dublin and several other major cities before once again returning to the Irish city that had discovered him in the first place, Aedan was quite content with his life. He loved rarely but when he did he left his lovers behind breathless and often passed out. Though stingy with his affections, Aedan knew just how to bring any man or woman to their knees with just the right flash of his blue eyes. One night though, life changed for our dear ballet dancer, he discovered a red rose on his dressing table; a rare flower indeed for such a harsh country. With his flash eyes and flowing hair, Aedan had caught the attention of a very beautiful woman who was more than she appeared. Taking her gift and later that evening the lady herself, when Aedan awoke he discovered himself with enlongated canines and a bloodlust he didn't understand. His maker, and for some reason his beloved, stayed with him for the greater part of a century, teaching him to master his gifts as a vampire. Traveling extensively and leaving behind a trail of dazed, beautiful, people wondering why they nearly unconcious on a park bench; a pair of lovely people walking away as they laughed joyously. Then one evening, Aedan awoke and his maker had gone, leaving him to continue on his own. She had gone into the sun and wouldn't return to him again, the endless life of a vampire had preyed to heavily on her mind after many many centuries of wandering. Aedan didn't begrudge her, but he also couldn't follow her into the gates of hell. He relished being immortal with all the gifts that came with it and enhanced his beauty even more.
How long have they been a member? 96

Name: Eli Douglas
Age: 21
Appearing age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Position: Switch
Appearance:
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Eli is a pretty normal sized guy standing at about 5’11”. He wants to be taller but unfortunately for him that’s as tall as he’s ever going to get. He isn’t skinny but he isn’t overly muscular either but he likes to think he is sometimes. His features are mostly his sarcastic face expressions and his reddish-brunette hair. His skins comp lection is nothing but perfect, no blemishes and no facial hair, which is rather unfortunate for him, but he can deal. When his hair dries on its own, it can often go into waves but he prefers his hair straight so he often spends time in the morning’s blow drying it and styling it. A small, silver earring hangs from his left ear lobe and he never takes it out unless he is going out to the clubs then he’ll take it out just so that it doesn’t get ripped out.

Personality: Eli is a rather friendly and an outspoken person when there is a small group around but in large crowds and such he is rather quiet. He never judges people so it is really easy to make conversation with him which is great because he loves to talk and listen. Most people often just call him the “social butterfly.” When he is out and about, he normally always has a smile on his face but you can never tell if he is just being happy, polite, or sarcastic. It is really hard to piss the man off but if someone manages to do that then he can hold a grudge for a rather long time. Most of the time, he has a sharp wit and just loves to have fun and meet new people. If he comes across someone shy, he loves to try and make them open up.

However, when he does have his down days he can be rather distant and detached from the people around him. In this state, he doesn’t exactly give a “rats a**” about other peoples problems or even their concerns for him.
History: Eli has had a rather…long life if you want to say that at best. His family was middle class and had 9 other siblings: 4 sisters and 5 brothers. Luckily for him however, he is the third eldest in the family so he was hardly ever picked on. Most of the family was split apart though just because his parents got a divorce soon after his last sister was born. Seeing as everyone was so attached to each other, the last three years were the toughest they all had to face.

When the war came about, Eli had no intention of fighting, why did he have the right to kill another man? He had his education and he wanted to make something better of himself and while the war was going on, he couldn’t achieve his dreams. He knew it was cowardly of him, but he fled from the army as most of his other brothers stayed to fight…well, the ones of age anyways. Going from job to job, most of the people turned him away just because of the fact that he didn’t fight in the war. However, when he came across the Stargazer Café and reluctantly the hired him. However, it soon took him a while to figure out the truth behind the place.

How long have they been a member? For about 2 years now.