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Okay, I lied. It's not re-vamped, merely cleaned out. So sue me. If anyone wants to vamp it up, feel free.

*H_D uses editing powers* You DID! You deleted without looking! ARG! I had a character bio hopeful... Right at the very end... I put it there this morning... Oh well... At least I saved it on my computer... *Blinks* And I had an idea... When someone puts their profile up, the master of that particular clan should look at it, and if they approve it, simply copy/paste profile into main post thingie and then delete post on thread. If the profile isn't approved, the post should be edited with a note from clan leader and then left until edited and approved. Makes for more streamlined look and easier to maintain and know what is going on... Am I making any sense?

Did not delete it. it's in the archive subforum. i never delete stuff. *is a pack rat*
And yes, you are. I heartily approve.
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- You ARE able to have more than one character in this guild, just make sure that you either shange the colour of the other character's actions or post them seperatly.

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CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
Name: Lynmai Amherst (Prefers Lynn)

Clan: Creatures of the Night

Age: 20

Gender: Female (Lyn) // Male (Verdelet)

Class/Rank: Summoner

Bio: Lynmai had a complicated but happy childhood living with her mother, Eve, in a small village in the south-east of England. She never knew her father, as he had left her mother the day that Lyn was born, keeping his promise that he would only stay by the side of Eve until she had given birth. The two became close, though Eve was sometimes very secretive, seemingly hiding things from her young daughter until she was eight. It was a rather chilly evening, and Lyn could not get to sleep, looking to her mother for comfort she entered her room only to find her mother taking part in the dark art of witchcraft, a glowing symbol covering the wall with a shadow creeping from the centre.

Lyn gasped in fear, the creature then diving at her from the wall into her chest and piercing her art, causing her hair to be shocked white. The creature used his own heart in place of hers, keeping the new vessel alive and making sure that the witch who summoned him would not try to exorcise him from their daughter. Being unable to remove the demon from Lyn’s body without killing her, Eve looked up a different spell, one that would make sure that Lyn would not become possessed by the demon. The spell kept the two minds separate, but left symbols burnt into their flesh which still proved that they were both connected.

The creature remained dormant inside Lyn’s body for many years, her mother telling her no more than that it was a bad dream. Life carried on as normal for the two until their was an uproar from the village about Eve’s ‘dark’ practices, threatening the two in the streets, throwing stones at them both. This is when strange events began to take place, only when Lyn got extremely upset or angry, bursts of the demon’s power or strength would show, causing plants to wither and cattle to die. Eve could sense that the end was near for them.

Not too soon after the abnormal death of the cattle, the villagers decided that they could take no more, no one spoke against the mobs in fear of being accused of witchcraft or consorting with demons. The mobs made their way to the top of the hill where the Amherst house was late one night, shouting insults and waving weapons. Eve had packed some of her daughter’s possessions earlier that day, along with a book on summoning and other incantations she felt would be useful. She forced Lyn from the house, telling her that she would be fine and that they would meet up again soon.

Believing her mother, Lyn escaped through the back of the house, running wildly with her bag and hiding in a nearby woodland as her mother instructed. The house was burnt to the ground, leaving nothing left but ashes.

Lyn travelled around a lot, giving a false name in fear that someone would know her and she would suffer a fate similar to her mother. She finally found a city that she could find a new home in, many miles away from her past. She now lives in the poorer area of the city, in a large, but run down house that she shares with two other families.

Weapons: She has no weapon in particular other than the book that her mother gave her, which she is still a little unsure of how to use. Her own emotions can sometimes be seen as a weapon, leaving those who cause her anger to suffer the fate chosen by Verdelet, her ‘inner-demon’.

Race: Human. // Verdelet is a demon deity.

Powers: None as of yet, until she learns how to summon Verdelet.

Personality: A very happy and polite person, brought up to be kind and helpful she is very easy going and someone easy to get close to. It is very rare to see her angry at another person, unless she feels that they are being out of line or rude. Occasionally some see her as distant, usually when she’s thinking of her mother, but her sadness never lasts for very long.

Appearance: She stands at around 5’ 8”, usually wearing a thick white dress with no front covering her legs to restrict her movement, with a low cut back so her wings are not restricted when they appear. She has snowy white hair that falls down her back, stopping at the base of her spine, before Verdelet invaded her body her hair was a blackish brown, always pulled back into a braid. Her eyes are a bright green, apparently like her fathers’.

Strengths: Her ability to summon and her use of white magic. Verdelet provides a limited amount of black magic which can only be used when he is not in his own realm. Lyn also has ways to always look on the brighter side of things, which in some cases may seem completely mad.

Weaknesses: Being somewhat kept alive by Veredelet's heart makes her vulnerable to those who are able to perform demon exorcisms, she's also easily manipulated and fooled due to her naive and almost child-like nature.

Dreams: To have a family and a life like others, peaceful yet not its without delights.

Fears: Verdelet leaves her body for dead or him being taken from her by force. Though they may not always get along, the two need eachother, even though Lyn doesn't think Verdelet does.

Character pictures: Lynmai the Summoner || Character Sheet || Lynmai || Lynmai and Verdelet



Played by: Spontanious Alias
Name: Yuri Haruno
Rank: street urchin and unknown Bounty hunter
Age: 16
Appearance: Black wings
Weapons: Chain sythe, but prefers his four sided Sirogan blade. (Resembles windmill.) He is able to poison this channel his own energy into it. Use it as a wrist blade, Throwing device, meat slicer,close rang battle weapon, and umbrella.
History: Yuri was casted from his clan after his birth, becuase of a raid that had taken place. His parents at least his mother is alive though they believe he is dead. The clan of the clouds find traces of black wings. After being casted down he was found by a demon named Eclipse who needed an aprentice. after he grew some Eclispe saw a hidden potential and knew at once where he had come from. It was there that Eclipses fate was sealed and he was executed for a letter he sent to the cloud people, he was charged with being a spy. Yuri then went into hiding and secretly practiced his teachings from Eclipse, since he has grown in his strength though he looks delicate, and has to hide his angelic wings with seals that cuase him pain, and turn his wings black. Yet he is not weak at all, his face is that of beauty cuasing him many problems and also cuased him to hide that under a tattered scarf. At the age of 12 he came out of the dark and was taken to Lyanmai as a prisoner. Ahe instead made him her "helper" Manipulating him into a servant for her. This is how he lives. He has killed but with much regret and is infamous as the 'masked hunter'. He prays for each person he kills showing he is deep down a pure entity in a land of darkness.
Personality:He is quiet and shy. Being secluded he has little people experiance and is cold due to living in the streets of his "clan".
Strengths:His hidden abilities, and surprisingly his voice.
Weaknesses: Nightmares, his own thoughts, and surprisingly ice cream.
Dreams: He has never thought of dreams and if he had they are fleeting and most likely a faded memory. Everything he knows is in a rutheless land where there is never anything called "home" he has no family of his knoloage to waste dreams on. Though if he did have one it would be along the lines of, I want to make someone, happy. So that they can see that in this hell hole there is something to wish for. He would wish to be a hero to at least one person and know that he is needed by someone. He wants to have someone to rely on and to trust. If he were to dream these would be his dreams.
Fears: He fears what he has forgotten, and the screams of the demons
Allies: He doesn't seem to have any at the moment. He is his own ally
Enemies: Anyone who finds out what he really is cuase he has no clue.

Played by: .B.A.n.g.
Name: Amy
Rank: creature of the night$resident$
Age: 19
Appearance: x-Amy-x
Weapons:
History: She was not born a full vampire she had been born human.. Amy was born in the 18 century..she was abandoned when she was three. Her father was a drunk, and her mother was to busy to care, they had left at an orphanage. Her tom boy acts made her disliked by most of the girls and was shunned by the boys. She lived there until her fourteenth birthday, when a strange man came into the orphanage. She had wished she had never been adopted by him, the way he had convinced the people that worked there he was nice and owned a great home. She new as soon as she left her life would change for the worst and it did. He ended up being a rather cruel vampire. Who changed her one day, she did not want to but he gave her no choice. She lived with him for a good few centurys. She hand learned a good deal in wicca and a bit of black magic. Though at first Amy could not bring herself to drink from a human, but eventually learned the hard way she would have to or die. Though now she tries to wait as long as she can. Being only half though it would be a bit hard to tell at times, her taste for blood was not quite as strong as his.Eventually it had been a slayer who had killed him. Amy had not once over the centurys she had lived with him become attatched. So it had not bothered her when he had been killed. How Amy had managed to excape was beyond her. Eventually she had used her trick with magic and some what vampire powers to nearly out wit any slayer she had come in contact with eventually she had become part of the creatures of the night clan. The opportunity had simply stumbled upon her and she had agreed.
Personality: Amy is laid back, and about half the time she will state her opinion. Her mood always deepens on the situation, and how she feels. She is hardly one to think things through, she ends up doing the first thing that comes to mind to get out of a bad situation. Her stubbornness is another problem. She is also very curious, which may not be a good thing for her.
Strengths: The dark, and magic
Weaknesses: light, and humans, though it would depend on the human, for she still feeds on them.
Dreams: Sometimes she dreams of being human again or at least a full vampire, other then that she just tries to live.
Fears: Her fears she tends not to share...
Allies: clan members
Enemies:anyone who is stupied enough to annoy her.

Played by: hellsing_demon
Name: Aerin Laurian
Rank: Creatures of the Night / Freelance Operator (Hired Guard, Soldier of Fortune, Mercenary, whatever one may wish to call it)
Age: Looks around twenty-seven or so, but her true age is unknown.
Appearance: Mid-back length black hair pulled back into a loose braid frames Aerin's pale face, adding a startling enhancement to her steel-gray eyes and narrow lips. A tiny, silver tattoo runs from the left crevase of her narrow nose up under her eye and away to the side and up to her temple, like silver flames glittering gently only in moonlight. Her black leather armor is formfitting, with a black heavy cotton cloak hiding her weapons underneath. Steel-toed boots with hidden heelspikes adorn her small feet, and her hands are covered with armor-backed leather gloves, wrist bracers sealing them flush to her armor. Her six-foot frame is imposing to many, taller than quite a few women and some men.
Weapons: Aerin is a virtual walking armory, with a greatsword strapped across her back, the hilt rising like a crucifix over her left shoulder, the only weapon visible under her cloak, four straight katanas crossed beneath the greatsword and arranged so that she may draw two at a time, either by going over her shoulders or behind her back, a brace of daggers encircling her waist, six in count, three throwing knives hidden beneath each wrist bracer, a katana hooked to her left hip, a similar-sized oak boken slung beneath it for less deadly purposes, a long dagger strapped to her right thigh, two boot knives hidden inside each boot, her heelspikes, and a small knife hidden inside the silver key ornament she wears around her neck. If somehow disarmed, Aerin will revert to using everyday objects around her to use as weapons.
History: Aerin's histoy is foggy, even to her, but she does remember a few things about her early years, before what many called her 'death.' She was born to simple parents on a farm, and raised to know how to defend herself against danger. One day, danger knocked on her family's door and destroyed her life, and most of her memory. Afterward, Aerin roamed around, teaching herself new things and learning from others. She was an assassin and mercenary for a good part of her life, but gave it up and now freelances.
Personality: Quiet to the point of making people wonder if she's mute, Aerin watches others, but rarely interacts with them. She prefers the company of the night, away from people and closer to places like forests or city rooftops. If sparked, her temper is hotter than most, some comparing it to a Helldragon's or worse. Rarely does she get to the point of such emotion. Levelheaded and logical, Aerin's a perfect canidate for cold-blooded killing. Will take paying jobs as a mercenary, but only if the price is right or the reason is good.
Strengths: Aerin's mind is logical yet impromptu, and lightning fast. If her strength is not equal to that of another's, she'll revert to wit, intellect, and knowlege. Give her a selection of normal household items, and Aerin will come up with a multitude of different ways to use them to kill or help a person. Also, because of her slight build, Aerin is athletic and agile, faster than quite a few people. Her hearing is quite a bit better than a normal persons, and she has a superb sense of direction and proximity. Her ability to read another person's body language and voice adds to her 'abnormal' abilities.
Weaknesses: Bright light and loud sounds are a bane to Aerin. If in sunlight, she wears dark sunglasses in order to help her in everyday activities. She doesn't trust easily, and is stubborn about her beliefs. Paranoid. She also has a longing to experience death, and will even play with opponents to the point of endangering her own life, just so she can 'feel' what it may be like to truely be 'dead,' not just the 'half-life' she has.
Dreams: Aerin really has no true dreams, other than to go through life as it is, maybe making a little money here or there, and entertaining herself with killing others.
Fears: Close spaces. A rather run-of-the-mill fear, but Aerin has never been able to overcome it. Close spaces equal no movement, therefore no way to defend herself.
Allies: Aerin is a neutral party, so has no friends or enemies to truely speak of.
Enemies: Whoever she is payed to kill, or just kills for the Hell of it, though she wouldn't consider them enemies, by any means.
Other: Though Aerin rarely uses or reveals her true nature, she is a rare breed of 'demon' that many classify right off as a vampire. However true this may be, Aerin steers clear of this side of her nature, only really letting it out when her temper flares. She only hungers for blood once or twice a year, the other part of her nature subduing the thirst and the traditional weakness to sunlight. This other part is a strange ability that some would wish to classify as a morphing ability, when in fact it is shapeshifting of a nature different from that of morphing into animals. Her form can shift at will, though she rarely uses it, unless absolutely neccessay, and only then shifts to something small in order to get away or defend herself.

Played by: icariieyes
Name: Ignatis Thayis
Rank: ((Clan and job)) Creatures of the night, spy
Age: appears 20, but keeps her real age to herself.
Appearance: 5'9'', She is a half-lycan. Her hair is silver, cut to her ears. Her eyes are also silver, with blue flecks. She wears tattered clothes under her leather armor, when she is in human form. She has a necklace on a leather thong tied around her neck. It stays with her even when she changes form at the call of the moon.
Weapons: When she is in human form she uses twin daggers, one holstered on her belt, the other on her left shoulder, under her ear.
History: Abandoned when she was young, she wandered, on two and four feet to the Creatures of the night Clan, where she was taken in by a soldier and her spouse. There she was taught how to control her impulses, fight, and fend for herself. Her ability to change between human and wolf/lycan has caused many to believe she is actually an animorphic, but she has slipped into the city of animorphics many times for information. She has many informants in the other three clans, and regularly goes to animorphic borders and up to the Forest of Death for information. for info on the Holy Warriors, she needs to go to the peacelands.
Personality: having no taste for politics, she has a fighting spirit, being quick to defend herself and others.
Strengths: close combat, stealth, speed
Weaknesses: endurance, politics
Dreams: becoming a successful spy
Fears: disinformation, new moon
Allies: her Clan, and fellow lycans, informants
Enemies: hunters, enemies of her clan.

Played by: Enzerou
Name: Avarus Vhilo A'rethas (simply known as "Vhile")
Rank: Creatures of the Night, (For rank: I will leave up to you and fates of roleplay)
Age: Archaeic
Appearance: Vhile's ancient body still bears the fruit of beauty beneath those timeless scars. The curse that clinch's the demons soul sanctify's his body. Vhile's skin, still clean and alabaster, rises and falls in grevious valleys shaped by the glacial maws of axes and stinging bites of arrows over countless centuries. His once flowing white garb is now stained a filthy gray. The once crimson blood that stained his ragged sleeves now holds like blotted black ink against the taut fabric that cluttered at his dankened gauntlets. Green and copper-brown rust grew like mold from between the articulated fingers. Tassets of the same ghostly cloth tumbled from his hips, their gold embroideries lackluster and stripping. Beneath the billowing skit, legs of blackened steel stood like ragged columns - corroded gold trim at the joints. Yet despite the demonic servant's ravaged attire, the clean white bone of a deer's skull stared back at any who dared peer beyond the ghastly hood that shrouded Vhile's identity. His eyes are forever hidden behind the darkness of the stag's mask, though Vhile's own testiment bears that "His face is etched on the body of every victim he leaves upon the field".
Weapons: Dacian Falx (Basically a scyth-like longsword... Wiki it.)
History: Vhile's existence is recorded in a book bound in the flesh of his former coven. The Fallen, as they were called, were descendants of a heavenly rebellion. It was the Fallen who created a secret brotherhood of ten vampyric historians - all of whom were vampires themselves. The Fallen strived to uncover the source of their affliction - the very origin of their disease. When they uncovered an ancient relic the coven found the entire recorded history of the vampires in the Tome of Truths. Vhile sought to take the Tome for himself, and murdered his entire coven. He bound the tome with the leather of their vampyric hides and reveled in his sated greed. He read the tome, page by page...And upon uttering the final words of the dissident bible his soul was torn apart and sucked into the book - cursed to a life of servitude to whoever held the Tome of Truths.
Personality: Vhile is 'pleasantly' insolent, sarcastic, manipulative, and ambivalent to the fates of all but his master (for he has no choice, really). He is a seducer, forgo his fearsome appearance - his silver tongue still sharp despite the centuries. Yet, all of this shields the wounded soul within - frail and tired...Abused for so long. Inwardly, Vhile craves rest and starves for emotion.
Strengths: Vhile may be killed as many times as possible, and may be ressurected from the Tome of Truths once every day - but only if his master reads a new page of the book.
Weaknesses: Whoever holds the Tome of Truths holds comeplete and utter power over Vhile. To deny their will would result in bone shattering, organ-rending pain. (If anyone were to steal the book from it's owner, Vhile would serve a new master... Also, the Tome has 1500 pages. Vhile can only be ressurected so long as a new page is read. So, technically - if he had died 1400 times, and the new master began reading at page 1, Vhile would not be ressurected again until page 1401 had been completely read.)
Dreams: Vhile dreams of many things... They are the only things he has to himself. Soulbound by the Tome of Truths, he has nothing but his dreams to give him the peace he so eagerly wishes for.
Fears: Vhile fears no person or thing but his master. A sword will not stifle a single cry from his lips, but to fight against his master's will buckles the demon's knees and leaves him writhing in agony...
Allies: Those who carry the Tome of Truths, and the allies unto them...
Enemies: Those of his master, and at times - The master himself.

Played by: Spontanious Alias
Name: Eclipse
Rank: Black mage of the highest order. Yuri's guardian.
Age: Why count the days?
Appearance: I II III VI
Weapons: Black sorcery, Curses, damnable spells, Illusions, and many other dark arts.
History: Eclipse was the original black mage, he was taught by his demonic predesecor and he his, and so on. He was always loyal but has been around for centuries. He didn't bother to count the days at first as he progressed and merely dived into study until the first war. It was then he began to fight and many holy, animorphs, and assasins had been exterminated in grusome ways. Magic was not very kind to them. Eclipse however always protected children, and if one happened to be in sight he'd sheild them from a battle. He wasn't always a mortal enemy though and was wise in his thinkings. He did save many holy warriors as well. He believed in fighting before a counterpart, not meaningless slaughter. Thus he often helped refugees to a neautral area and so on. It was when he went to a southern border that he found the devastation. A Holy city had been slaughtered and houses aflame. It was in the ashes he came across an angel, a boy of only five. So small, and covered in ash. Eclipse knew no one would come back for him, the city had been abandoned and lesser demons were already eying the boy for a meal.
Children were something Eclipse protected and aided the most, so Yuri was no different. Eclipse took the boy away from the desolation and needed to get somewhere he could heal the boy. Hell was the closest thing and so he took Yuri across the borders. He sensd the boys power and decided he would pass on his legacy to this young child and in that child's eyes he would be known. For years after he was dead, no one would remember his name or what things he did, only that he had been important in the eyes of a child. He sent a letter hoping it would reach Giri of the clouds. He prays for once in his life they would come for the boy. Darkness was no place for the innocent. No one came and so with a heavy heart Eclipse took away the ivory wings and replaced them with ebony ones. He eliminated th eboy's light power and powerful voice, with new darkness to cover him.
Ecplise had been tried for a traitor after sending the letter to the clouds. He however faked his own beheading, and escaped to the neautral zone, the people taking him with open arms. All the while he watched Yuri through a looking glass, and at times sent help for him. So slowly he leads Yuri to the right path and still hopes that he will be found by his rightful kind. Darkness is no place to put the light.
Personality: Eclipse is wise, and noble, he has morals and believes in equality.
Strengths: Eclipse is strong, his magic able to cause utter destruction or the have the reverse effect. His strength is his mind and spiritual and magical strength
Weaknesses: He cannot be found, and is a traitor of hell. He has a soft heart.
Dreams: That Yuri will find a new life with his own kind, and that maybe they will meet once more before Yuri's journey is over and he cane return to his people.
Fears: That his deciple will crumble in the darkness and forever be a prisoner of the Demons.
Allies: Neautrals
Enemies:Anybody willing to threaghten Yuri and or his own physical being.

Played By:waterstone33
Name:Anri Stormsong
Rank:none currently
Clan:Creatures of the Night
Age:17
Appearance:Average height, about 5'3". Her mid-back length silver-streaked black hair is usually loose, tucked behind her ears. However, in battle it is worn in a high ponytail with a few strands hanging on either side of her face. Her eyes are a cold grey, but they change in battle to an icy blue. She wears no armor since it limits her movement and speed. Instead, she usually wears black shorts and a short-sleeved black shirt with a hood.When relaxed short white or black dress with tights (without shoes!) or just pants and a shirt, almost like what she wears for battle. For formal occasions she wears lots of jewelry and a sleeveless black dress. She is never seen without her stone-carved bat necklace, as this is what allows her to read other's minds.
Weapons:She carries a katana, a few daggers hidden away, and for major battles she uses her sais. Other than that she will use anything, but not a gun or anything that blasts.
History:She was once a human, but her world fell apart when everyone she knew left her (died) when she was just eight. So, she left the people that had taken her in, knowing that they didn't want her anyway. She didn't know where she was going but she figured anyplace must be better than where she was. Eventually, some of those from The Creatures of the Night Clan found her and took her in. They raised her, and decided she could join the clan. However, before that could happen she found out that she was already part vampire and part cat demon. She was able to withstand the sun (though she only goes in the sun for battle) and crosses, unlike normal vampires, but other than that she was a normal vampire and had only retractable ears, tail, and claws to show her demon side. Since she found that out she has lived with her clan.
Personality:Cold, that is how she is able to withstand killing so many. She can be very sarcastic, especially when talking to her enemies. If you don't know her well she would seem cold and quiet, as if talking to others was a waste of her time. If you did know her, she is actually just quiet and thoughtful, and she cares more about those around her more than she would like anyone to know. Basically, she has a split personality, good and evil.
Strengths:She is very speedy and smart. She knows exactly how to find the enemy's weakness. Also, she is very strong, even if she may not look like it. Sometimes, she can also read someone's mind, but she doesn't like to do this because it is an invasion of their privacy.
Weaknesses:She daydreams a lot and she will put her life in danger for those she cares about without any question.
Dreams:None, though she wishes that one day she could own her own library (she loves to read more than anything) and land. Also, that she could just have everyone she cares about get together once or twice.
Allies:Her clan and sometimes loners.
Enemies:She prefers not to have enemies, though if someone hurts her friends she will gladly kill them.
Fears:That everyone she loves will be killed and she'll be left alone in the world again. She also doesn't particularly(sp?) care for bugs.
Favorites:As I said, she loves to read. She also likes jewelry and kimonos. She also loves the full moon.

Played By: BlackMage696
Name: Lorelei Hargreeves
Rank: Creatures of the Night, Magus.
Age: 308 years old, but she looks 17.
Appearance: Long bronze hair that goes half way down her back. Her eyes are dark blue, and her lips are a deep red. Her skin is so pale you can almost see through it. She is 5’8” and is thin.
Weapons: Twin Sai, and magic.
History: Her parents were of the Romanian upper class, and her 25 year old brother was engaged to one of the Transylvanian princesses. A few months after the engagement a recently turned vampire, named Vladimir, came across her while she was waking home. Soon after he bit her he got a hold of himself and he brought Lorelei to his mansion and helped her through the vampirfacation process. Lorelei hated the rules of being a vampire, since she couldn’t see her family she was depressed for many years. Eventually Vladimir and Lorelei started to trust each other. They lived together for many years, until one evening Lorelei came down to the dining room and found a letter from Vladimir on the table that said he had to leave because what he had done to her was driving him mad. The letter stated that he had left the mansion in her possession, and that hopefully one day he would be able to return. She can hardly think of anything but Vladimir and eagerly waits for his return. Though the position she took as one of the creatures of the night is to keep her from thinking about Vladimir she does her job well.
Personality: She is cold to people that she doesn’t know, and is very hard to get to know. Her apathy often scares others away.
Strengths: Increased speed, and vision. She is stronger then the average human, but is weaker then the average vampire. Black magic is her specialty, she is better with magic then every vampire except for the very oldest of vampires. Her magic is enhanced when she is near holy ground, or a holy object is close by.
Weaknesses: UV rays, garlic.
Dreams: Seeing Vladimir again, gaining more vampiric powers, and being able to eat a grilled cheese sandwich again.
Fears: Finding Vladimir dead, UV rays. She is afraid of water because of an incident in her previous life.
Allies: Thyatis
Enemies: None yet.
Race: Vampire

Played by: Suzy-kitty(Formerly crazyamygamer)
Name: Ayame Cringeldau
Rank: Creatures of the Night 'Tank'Commander
Age: Ageless
Appearance: Ayame Cringeldau, Tiger/ Human
Weapons: Claws, Teeth, two daggers,lower end magic
History: Ayame Cringeldau has been around since the beginning of time. She has fought many battles, died and when time rounded again, she was reborn in a new way. Her spirit is what gives her this ability, but her time is many years to humans before she may be reborn. Living life, Ayame fought her battles and died over and over. This time, she has been reborn as a shapesifter. Her favorite form being the Tiger. With this shifting, Ayame becomes dizzy and disorientated for a few seconds after the switch. Finding herself in a are of battle, Ayame joined in with the Creatures of the Night since that was where she felt she most belonged. She fights by her clans side proudly.
Personality: Ayame can be aggressive and quick to take action. She usually upholds a certain kind of honor when it comes to killing, and will not harm one that is innocent.
Strengths: Ayame has brute strength that she can use in her battles. She is also a quick thinking and good at analyizing situations.
Weaknesses: Unfortunatly Ayame cannot switch quickly. It takes a few seconds to change and could cost her in battle. Her anger is also a weakness that is obvious due to her ability to become quickly angered.
Dreams: Ayame, in her human form, dreams of finding someone that will accept her for her, and not question her past.
Fears: Ayame fears that one day she will not be recylced into the way of the world without finding her love. She does not fear death, but she does not want to die alone.
Allies: Anyone willing to help her, and those in her clan.
Enemies: None in specific, only those who intend her harm
Race: Spiritual Being, 'grounded' into a shapeshifter.
Animal(s) changed into: Tiger mostly, but also may change into any type of predatorial creature.

D'varhd


Username: Citanul Lunatic
Name: Citanul
Rank: D'vrahd; Keeper of Lore
Age: Not even he knows - appears around 27.
Appearance: [Picture to come soon, until then here is a reference picture] Citanul
Weapons: He feels no need to carry a weapon.
History: Citanul discovered his powers at a young age. He is able to walk through different Planes, different worlds. Due to the time change with the different planes Citanul is not sure of his age anymore, his body seems to age oddly, even when spending much of his time in D'vrahd. With all of his knowledge he has settled in his new home, seen the strife that has gone on, and decided to be the one they can come to for help.
Personality: While often intense and quiet Citanul can be a very kind man. He seeks knowledge but not at the cost of others being harmed. Content with helping to keep peace in his home he does his best to trust others, even when he should not.
Strengths: Knowledgable, Citanul has an important position in D'vrahd and thus does hold power even if it is not 'official'.
Weaknesses: He can be too trusting of people, and carries no weapons on him at any time.
Dreams: Peace.
Fears: There are no true fears - only those who can take actions against what they do not like.
Allies: Those who follow the teachings of the Gods.
Enemies: None.
Race: Planeswalker

Username: Tessa7338
Name: Kallista Nitark
Gender: Female
Rank: D'varhd Head Cleric of K'tov (see below)
Age: Looks 33 but is older due to slow ageing
Appearance: Kallista has long, slightly wavy dark brown hair, and bright grey eyes. She is fair-skinned, but has a slightly tanned look. Her hands are quite large. She is somewhat taller than average.
Weapons: None
History: Kallista is one of the were-bear family which have been living in the closed city of D'varhd for generations. She has been working in the temple since her teens, and eventually rose to become Head Cleric.
Personality: Kallista is a very bright girl, immensely loyal to the temple of K'tov, but not very tradition-conscious. She does not like to fight, but believes that everyone should learn self-defence skills in case they are ever needed. She sees things quite objectively, and will often mediate for other people who are arguing.
Strengths: Good at seeing the big picture
Weaknesses: Jumps to conclusions
Dreams: She hopes someday to earn the respect of the other people in the temple, as not all of them believe in her leadership capabilites.
Fears: Her greatest fear is rejection and solitude, so she is continually working to improve herself.
Allies: Rotag, her apprentice, and most other people in the temple.
Enemies: Not many, though some of the other priests don't like her.
Race: Were-bear

Username: Hellsing_demon
Name: Ninth-Born of Hive Seven Primary; “Nine”
Rank: D'varhd
God/Goddess: Phara
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown

Appearance: Standing around five-foot-ten, Nine rarely needs her height to intimidate. Hair the color of steel falls in gentle waves to a point at the base of her spine, the strands around her face streaked a vibrant teal. Nine’s facial structure is rather angular, her cheekbones sharp, along with her brow and jaw. Overall, her face could be considered almost elvin. However, it is greatly evident that she is not of such decent. Her eyes are a vibrant fiery orange with cat-like pupils, and are almond-shaped. Her lips are thin and unsmiling, and her teeth are all very sharp and pointed. Her skin tone is the obvious deviation from norm, being a marbled light blue to white. A tribal tattoo spills in graceful black arcs down her left temple and cheek to terminate at her jaw.

Nine’s form is lithe and strong, and she holds herself with the dignity of royalty. Her clothing consists of a black jerkin synched with a wide leather belt, a pair of dark doeskin breeches, a pair of black leather traveling boots, and a belted black leather coat that nearly drags the floor in back but is cut away at the waist at front. Wide silver cuffs adorn her wrists like bracers, and a plain silver ring rests against her throat.

Weapons: Nine carries two long daggers in sheaths at her hips, and an array of throwing daggers stashed in various hidden places elsewhere. She relies not on steel weapons, but her natural ones. Her race is graced with great mental abilities, including telepathic communication and domination. The females of her race are highly adept at the skill, and use it primarily to control the weaker males and on occasion the minds of other races. Nine’s body is also naturally resilient to trauma, and can heal itself rapidly and from wounds that would be deadly to others. This requires regular consumption of fuel, however. Fuel is a problem for Nine. Like bees, her race consumes a type of nectar. Unfortunately, the nectar comes from human beings, not flowers. Getting nectar constitutes a long stinger-like protrusion that resides hidden in her right hand, and is instrumental in extracting the nectar from the source. Because the nectar is also a very important part of human survival, Nine tends to avoid feeding. She likes the humans she has come to know, and wouldn’t want to hurt any of them. Only the few that truly know and trust her allow her to take the nectar from them, but only in tiny increments that won’t harm the person. Nine gets by on the bare minimum, and so is rather weak in comparison to her own race. She is still a formidable opponent to a regular human, however.

History: Born into a race that functions in a hive-like fashion, Nine was the ninth daughter “born” to a hive Queen. Unlike most hive societies, like bees or ants, daughters born to Queens are uncommon. Queens are very paranoid of losing their positions and so limit the amount of competition by mostly producing sterile males to work. Females are always fertile and therefore much more dangerous to a Queen. The race matures quickly after birth from incubation eggs, females reaching reproductive maturity in a few months. Females are born with an innate sense of power and will stop at nothing to assume it, even murdering siblings to achieve it.

Because of the birth-Queen’s failing health, Nine’s mother allowed ten females to be born in order to have the single-most powerful of the ten to assume the previous Queen’s position. The tenth never made it from the womb before the Queen was dead, her strength expended on the first nine eggs. Nine’s oldest sister, First, murdered both Second and Third a few months after reaching maturity, and was then dispatched by Fourth. Sixth and Eighth both died in their incubation eggs, while Fifth left the hive altogether to start a new one. Nine was left with Seven and Fourth for several years, all three vying for the Queen position. When Seventh murdered Fourth in her sleep, Nine left. Though she had every instinct that her sisters did, Nine had no want to continue fighting with her remaining sister. She had ideas of founding her own hive, but wanted to do so far away from the lands of her race, where hives constantly warred over land and food supply. So she traveled across an ocean to a new land, and found that the further she got away from her race, the less demanding her instincts were. She discovered an area where people didn’t know her kind or fear them, and settled down, learning their ways and discovering there was more to life than warring over land and fighting for supremacy. However, she moved on and found a region she enjoyed, and to her disgust it was in the middle of warring factions. Still, she stays and goes about her life in her own fashion.

Personality: Because of her mother’s position as the Seventh of the Ten Primary Hives, Nine is actually considered royalty among her kind. Her demeanor shows it, for she has a habit of looking down on others and giving clipped orders. She tried to stay away from those habits, because she knows it alienates people and frightens them at the same time. She can’t help but think of humans as a food source, but does her best to hide the contempt sometimes. She enjoys their company, but can get snappish when they grow annoying. She’s usually level-headed, but has an extraordinary temper.

Strengths: Great control over her natural instincts, and has an exceptionally cunning mind.
Weaknesses: She doesn’t often look to help from others. She believes she can do fine without the help from lesser beings.

Dreams: To one day return to her home and bring with her the values she has learned.
Fears: That one day she may go too far and kill one of her friends by accident.

Allies: A few of her closest friends.
Enemies: Nine tries not to make enemies.

Username: Incongruousmemories
Name: Mihelo
Rank: Acolyte of Lore
Age: about 15
Appearance: Mihel
Weapons: Long sword, proficient in the long bow
History: He was taken from the orphanage two months before to be an acolyte. His experience in the orphanage was not pleasant, suffering abuse from his parents (before they died), other children, prospective parents, and even some orphanage workers.
Personality: As a result of his history, he is overly polite, eager to please, afraid to be hurt and touched, and afraid of most people.
Strengths: He loves reading the Lore books and scribing for Citanul, also great at mock sword-fights
Weaknesses: no people-skills, does everything himself, often leading to exhaustion
Dreams: to be comfortable in a place he can call home
Fears: crowds/parties, fires, cruelness
Allies: Citanul, a few acolytes and few other priests (mostly ones from merciful gods)
Enemies: not really enemies, but is afraid of most people.
Race: human

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((Here is my character bio for Pariace smile I'm a RL friend of K33n's.))

Username: Tekkblade
Name: Aelith
Rank: Acolyte, Holy Warriors, Heavenly Courier
Age: 28 at the time of ascension. 38 Now.
Appearance: Aelith stands at a looming and lanky 6'3". He weighs only 180 with long, silky raven black hair that stretches to the back of his knees. His skin is a tanned brown, with hints of his mortal Mediterranean heritage showing through his angelic visage. He wears the traditional garb of an acolyte; Flowing robes with a tabard of the Pariacian symbol on the front and rear. The sleeves of his arms come well past his hands, ornate scripture running down them in the language of the angels that he needed to study while ascending to the rank of Acolyte from Tyro. He favors a lighter scheme, whites and blues as opposed to the golds and purples favored by the more rich and elaborate group of Hierophants.

Weapons: Aelith had been trained in the art of unarmed combat during his time on earth, and the skills show through in Pariace. With such, Aelith decides to use weaponry that compliments his style, foot and ankle blades, and tonfa specifically.

History: In the mortal world, Aelith had been a courier for a local news agency. He had been a courier of news from village to village, what he thought to be untainted stories. Life had been grand as he neared his 29th birthday. Only a week away, he knew any pay he could muster to help him get out of the oppressive country would only be an aid. He was attacked one day, and robbed of all of his money and stories. He saw the face of his assailant and remembered it as he recuperated, drawing it and ensuring that he would gain his vengeance. He was beginning his courier job once more when he was approached by an elderly man beckoning him into a bar. The tavern was empty save for the barmaid, the elderly man, and himself as he was told that he, and the gang were sorry for assaulting such a valued member of society. Aelith was unsure of the situation, not knowing what he meant while he exclaimed that he had been a courier of twisted news. The elderly man introduced himself as the gang lord of the area, he owned each of the villages in the land, and ensured that each of the stories that the villages heard were twisted to quell any fear or uprising.
2 months later, Aelith was a full fledged courier for the gang. No longer transferring tainted news stories from village to village, he was now sending messages of death to debtors. His job consisted of finding the people that owed money to the gang and tell them; not rough them up, not shake them down for money, but simply tell them, that death will come to them if no payment is made within a tenday. He hated his life, and wanted out. It was now that he met once more with the man who assaulted him that night that changed his life. The man nodded as Aelith approached, not with vengence in his eyes, but with fear. Aelith wanted out. The man told him it could be arranged, but it would take some time, and be risky. Aelith assured him it was alright, and wanted to go. After a week, his chance showed itself. He fled the gang, and not even 2 days later, was found, killed brutally, and with his dying breath: the man who let him free was his killer.

This brought forth his ascension into Pariace. The man who greets him there, the Judge who ordered Aelith's path into Pariace, the same man who was his savior, his murderer. He was at peace. This was his destiny.

Personality: Aelith is a timid man. His sins in life are to be paid out here in Pariace, but not in the traditional way, he knows, but in the form of duty and tradition. He is quiet, and introverted, but with the proper circumstances, Aelith will open up and talk like none other. With patience of a saint, when taunted to an extent, he is a force to be reckoned with.

Strengths: Aelith is extremely understanding and patient. He know's people have problems and issues, and seeks to only make this greater. His physical strength may not be peak, but his speed and technique are unrivaled.

Weaknesses: He is too introverted for his own good. Aelith will sometimes not speak up when he may know the answer. He believes it's for the advancing of other's well being, but knows on the inside that it's ignorance at it's finest. He is not physically strong, and his size makes him quite noticeable and easy to pick out in a crowd.

Dreams: To one day become a Judge like the man who brought him to this perfect world. To one day become accepted in the Pariacian government and acknowledge others into the city.

Fears: To become the man that took his life in the mortal world. As a newly crowned acolyte, he hopes to become higher then that, but knows the temptation will always be there.

Allies: Aelith has very few friends, his introversion pushing people away more then attracting them. Though during his time of learning, he did gain a few very close friends.

Enemies: Aelith has made it a point to not gain very many enemies, but there are people who would seek to taint his future so that he will be come his murderer.
Race: Acolyte of the Holy Warriors of Pariace.