Username-Caress_Of_Moonlight
Name-Aurora NightWing
Age- Created at the birth of time.
Race- Demonic Vampire
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Bi
Personality-Aurora is a Princess of the high Demon Court, her cold eyes and skin speak more to her personality then her power. She can be heartless and calculating one moment and blunt and cheerful the next. She speaks with a poets tongue, her words her most potent weapon in her arsenal. Self assured and honest about her own flaws it takes much more then a witty remark to get under her skin. In the same regard she guards her emotions with the up most security and not just anyone will find their way to her heart.
Biography-Aurora was created out of the very fire and brimstone of hell, under the hands of her Father, the Devil himself. She was brought up amongst the Demon Court, a Princess among the Lords and Lady's. Training under the Master Forger himself Aurora learned to use a blade of any kind, and with the evil mind given to her by her Father, she soon rose to take the position of Court Executioner, torturing and punishing Lords, Lady's and Underlings that Dare to defy her Father. Soon though, Aurora grew disillusioned with the Demon Court and its high society, she wished for a more simply life where she could pursue her own pleasures. This idea outraged her father and he trapped her in hells fire pits. Only after promising to create him an army among the mortals was she finally allowed to leave. Aurora awoke one night, alone in a wood, the moonlight the only light by which she could see the figure in front of her. Her Devil father stood in his Demon form, yet the Father to a Vampire Race, the army she had promised him. Before he left her he spoke softly to her and said, “My Daughter, this will be your land, your territory, this land of mortals. Protect it and do not make me regret my choice.” She stood and thought to herself, “I am Aurora Nightwing, Lady of Cold Death, Daughter of Devils; I will not fail in my creation”. Where she was, or how she got there, was a mystery, all she knew is that it was now her home. She knew she could never return to the fiery pits she had been spawned in, having angered her Father with her leaving, she would have to live amongst the mortals. Aurora carries her whip where ever she goes, and is very skilled with it, as well as a katana given to her by the Master Forger himself. Her dragons, Storm and Ash are her constant companions; they were the only thing she had left of the underworld, her Fathers gift to her at birth.Although Aurora is pure in her vampire race, her power stems from her demonic creation, making most of her powers demonic in form. She does posses the vampire powers that she has passed down to through her linage but when the power of the devil or hell is called upon the power is then demonic in form, no longer holding vampires to the same rules. Don’t let her appearance persuade you into thinking she's sweet and safe, she is anything but. And be careful her powers are stronger at night.
Weapons:The whip Aurora carries with her is an 8ft bull whip, with steel poisoned barbs that parade its length. These bars will rip through flesh and inject a painful concoction that allows Aurora's power to enter the slaves body. She will only unless the poison if she feels control of the slave is needed immediately, or as a painful punishment. Aurora also carries a katana behind her back, usually concealed between her and her wings. This blade is demoniacally possessed and she can call it back to her if it is ever lost in a fight and can not be broken.
Likes:Aurora enjoys the darkness, its soft elegance wrapping around her, and the moons radiance is her power cell. The taste, smell and look of blood is something that she will show others that she loves. Another thing Aurora truly enjoys is jealousy. She was brought up in the Demon Court, a highly prized woman of power, men constantly fought for her hand, and anyone that is protective or jealous of others is something she enjoys, as a reminder of her past.
Picture-This is a picture of Aurora with her wings melded into her back, when they are like that it looks as if she had never had any at all. By her side her one of her Slaves Raven Morte, looking very young and childish as a disguise, an assassin by occupation.
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Name: Raven Morte Gender:Female
Race:Fallen Angel
Age: Unknown, Looks 19.
Personality:Acts innocent but is the complete opposite, cunning and clever. She isn't afraid to be sarcastic and bitchy and having a sharp tongue explain her more witty comebacks. There is a softer side to Raven, though she will only show it to those who have gained her trust. She has a warm smile and a soft touch with those she respects.
Bio:Raven was once an Angel among the heavens; she feasted with gods and partied with titans. She was one of God's chosen and had exceptional power among the clouds, revered for her talent and skill as well as her beauty. A heavenly Assassin, she was sent on covert missions, sanctioned by the Lord himself, none of which she ever failed to complete. When the time came that Lucifer, her lover, broke from the heavens with a revolt and was sent down to rule hell, Raven went right with him. She was stripped of her Heavenly powers, transforming them with the dark essence and took on a more sinister appearance as she fell by his side. She was Lucifer's right hand for some time, and he rewarded her with new powers and a high place in the Demon Court. One day though, a Demoness, much more powerful then herself, challenged her for her position in the court. Losing the fight lost her Lucifer's favor and her spot at his side, she was sent to the mortal world to fend for herself. She lost most of the power during the process and longs to regain her place and her power, and will do almost anything to get it.
Appearance:-Picture- Ice blue eyes, and when her wings are melded to her back they are two beautiful tattoo's on her back.
Likes:Raven loves to be the center of attention. Also Raven needs to feel that she has a place, a purpose in her life she will rebel, feeling that she is not being used to her full advantage.
Dislikes:Collars and Leashes, Weakness, being locked inside.
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Name:Autumn Gender:Female
Race:Lycan
Age:Looks to be 19
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:Autumn is very down to earth, her whole persona revolving around nature. She is very calm and quiet around people, and would rather venture off on her own, and will be found often sitting under a tree staring off into space thinking. Autumn is a very smart girl who knows when to keep to herself and way to say yes. But she is also a very strong woman who knows what she's worth and what she is capable off. Her temper is mild and is usually kept under wraps unless she is continuously badgered about something. Autumn is a very simple girl in the ways of what she needs, she will be as happy sleeping in a grand bed as on the ground under the stars at night.
Bio:Autumn was born in a small shack in the Black Forest, a place known for lycans, faerie and elves. Her mother and father were both members of the Roanus Clan, one of the larger Lycan clans in the woods, and were ranked high enough that they were allowed to mate. She grew up surrounded by the Clan, other pups and hundreds of full grown adults to care for them. It was the way of the clan to raise children as if the the whole Clan we're their parents. Each female fed the pups, and every male taught them to fight, to hunt and defend themselves. She spent glorious days playing with others of her year and training to finally go on Clan hunts. It came the day where those of her year fought each other, sparring and showing their skill to be placed in their hunting parties with the other adults. Autumn was eventually placed with the Stag's known for their quickness and ability to morph only parts of their body without fully changing over. She was ecstatic and woke up early the morning of her first hunt, cleaned her bow and made sure her quiver was full. They would hunt in human form today, going for a cleaner kill with the deer in the forest. As the party set out, they wove through the dense tree's appearing for a second only to disappear again in the mass of forest. That second was long enough for a slave trader passing through to spot Autumn, the youngest in the group and therefor covering the rear of the party. She was hit hard over the head and taken away from the clan.
Appearance:-Pictures- Autumn usually wears cloth huntress wear, dark greens and tans with a small tanned skin bag tied at her waist. Her hair is normally braided and kept back away from her face, but she is known to take it down when she needs to present herself. [Top left: human Form. Bottom right: Wolf Form]Likes:Autumn love the outdoors, it was where she grew up and spent her time as a pup. She enjoys the smell of a meadow, the grass and flowers and the scent of prey on the wind. When indoors she likes to have something to do, she hates feeling useless and sedimentary. She likes to always be moving and on to the next task at hand. Autumn likes to be free to roam , allowed to come and go as she pleases in her area. She hates being caged and will fight at restraints.
