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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 2:38 pm
There is a hunting lodge surrounded by a forest and around that a lake, little passageways leading to the main town. The hunters gather in the fire room to 'chill out' and tell stories after killing their animals or supernaturals. Hunters can range from ordinary humans to those of a different race. But the Hunters are respectable, leaving their kill outside and only killing what they need, not for profit nor greed. There is one there called Nian (me), a proclamed trained hunter, who gives no warnings if anyone disobeys her rules, she has one main rule, never bring the kill inside the hut and boast, especially about killing a werewolf, her breed. Though there is talk about a war in the farthest of East, the hunting lodge is open to visitors, guests.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 2:40 pm
Name: Nian
Gender; Female/ though can be confused by visitors as a male
Age: Immortal/Unknown
Race; Demon Werewolf
Hunter or Visitor; Main Hunter
Bio;Being immortal she has seen many places, many things, not many things aboout her have been revealed
Personality; Thoughtful, Forceful, Leadership, Persuasive, Authoritive
Connextion to Nian: Leader
Favourite hunt; Pheasant
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 2:41 pm
The door opened to the Lodge, and Nian entered, the silence filling with the loud noise of her snow covered army boots hitting the wood of the flooring, she was tall for a female, but that was because she was part wolf, she had her hunting hat, pulled over her eyes, her long brown hair, placing itself around the shoulders of her coat, she kicked back the door, removing her army gloves and placing them on the table along with her hunting gear, her crossbow and her assortion of knifes and her keys, the sound of her boots continued in the silence as she walked towards the chair nearest the fire and darkness of the room, placing herself in it, bringing her feet up to the table, so the undersoles were near the fire, she sat in silence for a while, making a mug appear in her hands of a hot mixture. The whole camp of hunters knew what she could do and was to an extent, so she saw no need to hide them, why would she? But she had one rule and one rule only in the safehouse, never bring in the corpse of a wolf into the room, or even brag about it, it could lead the teller in a very bad situation, and it was never a very clever idea to upset Nian
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:11 am
Name: Chaos
Gender; feamale
Age: over 200
Race; Vampire
Hunter or Visitor; Visitor
Bio; Is running from the vampires. they want her to fight in the war, but she believes it is not her war to fight. She has no quams about the werewolves, and believes that they should just be given what they want.
Personality; Kind to those she likes, but a vicious killer to those who get her in a bad mood. She tends to play shy, even though she isn't at all.
Connextion to Nian: none
Favourite hunt; doesn't kill
Apperance; She is five foot seven. Her hair is raven black and waist length. She wears all black. Black angel sleaved shirt, black jeans, black leather knee high boots and a black cloak. The cloak becomes wings. She is fairly pale, hard to get a tan when you haven't gone sun bathing for over 200 years. she has eyes the color of winter skies,a beautiful icy blue. she had the look of perfection that all old vampires seemed to have.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:21 am
Chaos opened the door to the lodge. She needed a place to rest before she took off again. She had to keep moving so that they wouldn't force her to join the war. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings and didn't notice Nian. She pulled the hood down and let her hair fall gracefully to her waist. Chaos looked around at her new hidding spot, and noticed someone was in the room as well.
"I'm sorry to intrude,"she said, her voice was as cold as ice but it was still scincre,"I thaught this place was empty."
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