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Name: Azrael
age: unknown
Apperance: ((to come))
race: Necromancer
Born or turned?: Born
history: The First, as he is known, he set in place the laws of Necromancy. He was one of the main six, now a member of the council he governs other Necromancers and the paths between the living and dead.
((note: you don't have to be a Vampire. I also make laws for every race. So if you wish for me to send them to you, I would be more than happy to.))

Name: Damien
age: 700
Apperance:
race: vampire
Born or turned?: born
history: A rouge vampire, he fell in love with a vampire hunter by the name of Anna. Once she died, he took over her job, takind down vampires that got out of hand.

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Characters PMd to the list:


Cursed:
Name: Risika
age: 19..really 319
Apperance:
race: vamp
Born or turned?: turned
history: reveal later.

Cursed

Name: Nadia Masters
Age: 25 when she was turned.
Apperance: Lovely locks of a rusted gold cascade about her rounded face and trail down her back. Her eyes are an unnaturaly deep blue, large and have an innocene shimmering beneath the soft long lashes. Her cheeks are rounded and kissed with a soft blush unnatural to those undead. She stands near five and a half feet tall, her body well curved.
race: human
Born or turned?: turned
history: Nadia's family left it's homeland many generations ago. No one in the refuaged village dared speak it's name, and as children were born and birth children of their own, the city's name was forgotten.
The moutain village was a simple place, and a simple life there was lead. Nadia grew up like any other village child, tending to crops, goats, baking, and learning to sew.
One day long since past, a strange illness started to infect the families, and one by one they started to die.
Nadia was terrified and left her village, moving down the moutain to the towns in search of some form of a cure. It was there she met a man who called himself Wy Masters....a vampire....With the strange bruises appearing on her skin, Nadia begged Wy to turn her into what he was, and save her from death. Wy agreed, and brought Nadia into the Masters' clan, and brought her up to be the perfect immortal beauty, a testement to all the greatness their clan represented.

She long since stop trying to keep count of her age, and can barely recall the year of her birth.
Yes. I drew this. No. You cant steal it.



Name: Amaris
Age: Appears to be 28ish
Apperance: Strick strait soft white hair hangs down around her thin frame. Her face is an extreamly pale hue, even for a vampire. Her face is narrow, complementing her all around lithe form. Amaris' eyes are large, and an icey blue hue, offest by a pale blue tattoo that runs from her forehead to her jawline on the left side of her face, and two similar hued triangles on the right cheek.
Race: Unknown.
Born or turned?: Turned
history: Amaris' early life is a mystery. Her earliest memories were of life in a Temple to the Moon Goddess. She had been told, that the Priestess found her on their temple steps, wrapped in a dark cloth. The women took in the elf-like child, and raise her to be a Priestess.

Amaris' knowlage of the world outside the Temple walls was limited, and after having ventured out after her 18th birthday, she was captured by slave traders and brought to market to be sold to the highest bidder.
Luckily for the strange girl, a man named Oryn saved her, and set her free.
Weeks past, and Amaris ran into the man once more. Seeing him in such a sad state, the soon-to-be-priestess felt it her duity to teach him the word of the Goddess, and set him on the road to enlightenment and love.
Little did the young lady know, Oryn was a vampire.
The pair started spending more time together, and Amaris warmed what remained of Oryn's heart...Amaris was faced with a delema; if she were to be with Oryn, her vows to the Goddess would be broken, and she would be turned away from the only home she had ever known.
Being truthful to her heart, Amaris left the Temple for a life as a Romanie with Oryn.

As Amaris neared the age of 30, a sad realization came to both Oryn and Amaris...Amaris was a mortal, and whatever her race was, sooner or later she would pass away...It was then the couple decided it was best if Oryn turned Amaris.
Years past, and the pair ventured from caravan to caravan, never remaining in one place for too long...until the day came when they discovered a caravan of vamperic Romanie. Joining into their ranks they traveled Europe, posing as preformers, stealing wealth as well as life.

Nearing the turn of the 20th century, the pair decided to venture to the New World, and see what America had in store for them. Stalking a wealthy English couple to the States they easily did away with the pair and assumed their identies, and took up life as Americans.

Name: Amaya
age: 18
Apperance: (Just ignore the wings for now, she may get them if she's ever converted. ^_^)
occupation: Amaya just got out of high school and is about to start college in a couple months. She works at a local cafe during the late shift, right before they close up for the night.
Skills: Really good at interpretting body language, is too trusting
history: Amaya never really had an exciting life. Her family is normal, and she has two siblings (and older brother and sister). She now lives in her dorm, along with some other person who is never there. No one knows what happened to her, neither do they care.


Name: Haruki
age: appears 20ish, real age unkown
Apperance:
race: vampire
Born or turned?: turned
history: He doesn't really remember his past before he was turned, although he does remember his cursed life since. After being turned he always had difficulties with going unnoticed. Akira had always been talented in speed though, even though his strength is pretty much dead. That is why he carries his katanas with him, a lethal weapon with speed.

A young girl stepped out into the open streets of the night. Her strawberry blonde hair vaguely shimmered in the dim light, and her onyx eyes took in her surroundings. She had just finished her shift at the cafe and had already locked up. The girl, Amaya, was human, the only species, right? Nope.

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Haruki was completely concealed in the tree. His toffee eyes were expressionless, and his longish black hair was pulled back (for once). Two katanas rested at his side, his faithful companions. They were the only things he could trust in his cursed, vampiric, life. What was he waiting for? Anything, possibly his next meal.

Mordred sighed in frustration as she walked down the streets. Her boots made a soft thud with every of her steps. Agitation radiated from her being as she fumed. The nerve of some men! Might as well kill them all!

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"Oof!" The wind was forced out of Damien's lungs as a foot collided with his chest. He winced briefly before straightening up and smirking. "You're getting faster, Thane..."
The girl in question just flashed him a grin from within her black lipped mouth. "I learned from the best..." she purred.

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Azrael was faced with a problem. This problem being the bony hand reaching out of the ground that had some how found interest in his foot and was refusing to let go. This was a problem. The Necromancer sighed and brushed his platinum blond hair behind his ear. Three braids ran along the side and middle of his head, bringing the long blond locks into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. Silvery black eyes glared at the twitching hand.
"Get off..." he commanded. Nothing happened.
"Get off!" still nothing.
"Damnit! GET OFF!!!" He growled, now trying to pull his foot away in a desperate attmept to freedom. He only succeeded in detaching the arm from the body and dragging it towards him.
"DAMN IT!"

Amaya stepped quickly away from the cafe and made her way briskly down the street. Her pace winded her a little, but it was tolerable. Her eyes skipped from building to building, which appeared differently at night.
She was late coming home. A customer was unsatisified with a cappuccino because it was "too hot," and wanted a refund. Some people these days are really picky.

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Haruki sat in the tree, his eyes still on the street below him. So far nothing, not even a little critter. It almost seemed as if the creatures of the day could detect him now. Granted he had always been horrible with stealth, and that must be the problem.
Haruki finally settled in a comfortable stance, one where he could make an easy escape if need be.

Shimari ran into the park. Her black cloak flying in the wind and the rain hitting her face making it look like she was crying.
Shimari hated and loved the rain at the same time. She loved the rain becasue she came run and play in it like a child; she hated the rain because it smelt like fish and worms after it stops.

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Taymon looked at his watch, again, for the tenth time. It was now 25 after. She's probably looking at some shops again Taymon sighed sitting down on the wet bench. His long jet black trench coat ketp his clothes and shoes dry.