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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 7:46 pm
Profiles
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 8:50 pm
--Axel O'Connell--
  My name’s Axel. Anyone calls me anything else like Ax or Red they’ll find themselves with a broken nose. Except Ri, he’s the exception to that.
I’ve been suffering in this world for 24 years thank you very much. Though it’s only been suffering since I was fourteen, but I’ll get into the reasoning behind that later. My birthday's April 13th.
I’ve been called a jerk before, but that’s because I’m blunt and to the point. I don’t like people wasting my time or screwing with my boyfriend in any sense of the word. Basically, if you don’t have something worthwhile to say, get out of my face. I’ve been told that I’m a sadist when it comes to my job, and that I have anger and abandonment issues.
I do like the color red though-like the color of my hair and the color of blood.
Hey, despite my 6'1" height and thin, feminine frame-yeah, I’ve actually been called feminine before-I’m most certainly a guy. I’m sure my boyfriend can back that statement up, so can a few ladies.
Yeah. Boyfriend, which means I’m taken. And I pity the pool soul who tries too hard to get alone with me. Actually, no I don’t-s**t like that’s part of my daily amusement.
I’m a hunter, of course. I kill vampires, like the kind that ruined my life ten years ago. This means I’m not someone you want to mess with. I’m stronger, faster, and have more endurance than the average human. I also have this wicked ability to create and control fire-though I have to be careful because it’s so easy to burn myself in the process. And I am NOT immune to fire.
So, I’m sure you’re wondering by now why I seem to dislike vampires so much, and why I dedicate my life to killing them. Well, I’ll tell you. I was born into a family of hunters, generation after generation. It was what I was trained to do since I could walk and hold a weapon. Being a protector of humanity was instilled into my blood, my genes, and it’s what I favor more than anything, nearly.
As for why I hate vampires, well…it was when my twin sister Kairi and I were fourteen. I was out with friends, mom and dad were out on a job. That left Kairi home alone. She was attacked and killed by vampires-at least, that’s what we were led to believe. Why uncertain about it? Her body never showed up, that’s why. Ever since that day, I’ve hated those foul bloodsuckers.
Skipping over the unsavory parts of my life, I met Ri about four years back. It wasn’t love at first sight-more like love at first a**-kicking. That boy has moves I never would have expected for someone his age. Anyway, we hooked up and we’ve been cutting through the hordes of vampires together for a while now.
Oh yeah, and I'm hot blooded. No, really, I am. My body temperature runs at a constant 103 degrees-I think it has something to do with me being a pyrokinetic.
My heart may belong to Riku,
But my soul belongs to Demyx the Rockstar.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:49 pm
--Demyx Marsterson--
 My name’s Demyx, but you can call me Dem or Demy, everyone does. But only Xiggy is allowed to call me kid.
I’ve been singing my way through this world for 23 years now-21 as a human and the last two as a vampire. My birthday's January 27th.
I’ve been called a nice guy before, mostly because I’m kind and quiet. Don’t let that fool you though-I’m really bold and something of a badass in my own way. Basically, I have fairly excellent social skills-blame it on the fact that I used to be a rockstar. I’ve been told that I’m a perfectionist when it comes to my music, and that I have bravery and abandonment issues.
There isn’t much I don’t like-just leave my loved ones alone and we’re cool. I like the color blue-like the color of the ocean and the color of the sky.
Hey, despite my 5'7" height and thin, feminine frame, I’m most certainly a guy. I’m sure my boyfriends can testify to that, so can all the fans I had when I was human.
Yup; boyfriends, two of them-my sire and my fledgling-which means I’m taken. Not that I still don’t have some one night stands-hey, if it helps me get a meal for the night, nearly anything goes.
I’m a vampire, of course. I kill humans to survive-it doesn’t really bother me. This means I’m not someone you want to mess with-well, so long as I can keep up an intimidating front. I’m stronger, faster, and have more endurance than humans, as well as some heightened senses.
So, I’m sure you’re wondering by now how I ended up like this-a vampire. Well, alright, I don’t see any harm in telling you what happened. I used to be a rockstar, back when I was human. I got into the music business when I was about eighteen, struggled along with it for a few years, putting together a band, and finally managed to get a CD out just after my twentieth birthday.
As for how it happened, exactly, well…it was a year after I finally found some success. I was touring with the band, playing concerts and little gigs in nightclubs while we worked on our second CD-but it never got finished. See, that was when I met him-Xigbar. There was attraction there right away. He just had this charm and aura that I was powerless to resist-not that I tried too hard. Anyway, we went on a few dates, things got serious fast-then there was an accident. At least, he said it was an accident, later, after the fact.
Not that it matters anymore, because accident or not, the night he changed me into a vampire is one I’ll never forget. After that I kind of ditched the professional music gig-it was hard at first, I knew I’d miss it a lot. But I can still play occasional shows, if I really wanted to. Alright, getting sidetracked again, back to the point; it was a few years after that when I met Sora. Long story short, I had to make him a vampire to save his life and, well, here we all are.
My heart may belong to Xigbar and Sora,
But my soul belongs to Demyx the Rockstar.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:09 pm
 My name is Zexion, only call me anything else like Zexi or Zex if you have a death wish.
I’ve been struggling through this world quietly for twenty-five years now-twenty as a human and the last five as a vampire.
I’ve been called a bookworm before, mostly because I’m quiet and antisocial. And I can often be seen reading, which is one of my favorite hobbies. Basically, I just want to be left alone-can you understand that? It’s not too hard to comprehend, I hope. I’ve been told that I’m a loner when it comes to socializing, and that I have trust and commitment issues.
There’s a lot of things I don’t like-interacting with people, being annoyed, personal space invasion, being threatened, crusniks, vampire hunters, the list goes on and on. I like the color grey though-like the color of the moon.
Despite my five-foot-four height and small, thin frame, I’m most certainly a guy. Doubt this or call me a woman and I’ll make sure you regret it.
I’m single, most obviously-what part of loner and commitment issue is so hard to understand? I’m happy being on my own-no one else to worry about, no one to cramp my space.
I’m a vampire, of course. Despite this, I have never killed a human to survive-I usually get my meals from blood banks. This means I’m a total pacifist and I’d rather talk my way out of a situation than resort to violence. I’m stronger, faster, and have more endurance than humans, as well as some heightened senses.
So, I’m aware of the fact that you’re wondering how I ended up like this-a vampire. You’re going to have to keep wondering though, because that’s private knowledge I won’t disclose to anyone. If you weren’t there to witness it, you’re out of luck. I will however, at least tell you how I ended up in my recent situation. A while back-maybe about a year or so-I was attacked by a crusnik. It would have taken my life except that then Xigbar came along. He saved me, so from that day on, I owed him. To repay him, I became his assistant, which basically just means I’m his gopher.
Along the way I was unfortunate enough to meet his fledgling-this idiot named Demyx. I guess he’s alright-somehow he came under the impression that we’re best friends or something though. I don’t know how that notion ever wormed its way through his thick skull-or any other intelligent thought for that matter. That would draw to a close the things I’m willing to discuss with the general public. If you want to know more, well, ask someone else.
My heart may belong to no one,
But my soul belongs to Demyx the Rockstar.
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Anakha the Silver Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:14 am
  My name’s Aki, simply as that. No nicknames or anything for me.
I’ve been grappling with life’s downturns for twenty-five years now-twenty as a human and the last five as a vampire.
I’ve been called a headcase before, mostly because I have trust issues and can be borderline paranoid about being abandoned. I’m not sure about hobbies, but I enjoy the sounds of children playing and listening to various kinds of music. I also enjoy finding soothing scents and spending time with whoever I’m currently dating.
There’s a lot of things I don’t like-dealing with humans, being alone, thinking of my brother being hurt… The list goes on and on. I don’t have many favorites of anything. I’m blind, so I lack the ability to choose colors. I rely solely on scent.
Despite my five-foot-four height and small, rather skinny frame, I’m most definitely a guy. Ask my countless exes if you don’t believe me.
I’m single, for now—though that’s likely to change soon, as I cycle through people rather fast.
I’m a crusnik, by the way. I have never fed on a human out of fear of my own humanity. I have very obvious mental issues, if you haven’t noticed, and can do unexpected things. I’m stronger, faster, and have more endurance than humans, as well as quite a few heightened senses—some from blindness.
So, I’m guessing you’re wondering how I ended up a vampire. Well… Tough luck. I’m not telling, because it’s an experience I’d rather not relive. I will however, at least tell you how I ended up in my recent situation. I just got back into town, after a bad break-up with someone who’s bad news. Like, actual abuse. Don’t let his pretty face and sweet words fool you—that guy’s a monster.
I’m probably gonna crash with my brother until I can get my own place, and I can get over my severe insecurities from my latest ex. I’ve gotta find a job, first, and one where that thing can’t find me easily. He’s not one to let things go.
My heart may belong to no one right now,
But my soul belongs to Anakha the Silver.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:41 pm
  My name’s Sora, and only Demyx can call me little bird.
I’ve been on this earth for around, what, eighteen years now? Not too long, really.
I’ve been called oblivious before, mostly because I have a trusting nature and can be confused easily when it comes to the darker side of life. I enjoy being sociable and listening to music, mostly Demyx’s. I also enjoy making friends and spending time with Demyx.
There’s lots of things I don’t like… Like other people getting hurt, blind prejudice, extreme hypocrisy, vampire hunters, stuff like that. I like the colors blue and red, and I enjoy sitting home and watching movies when I can’t go out.
Despite my five-foot-two height and petite frame, I’m most definitely a guy. Ask Demyx, he knew the moment he saw me.
I’m sharing Demyx with Xigbar right now—not that I mind. It’s good to share and Xigbar came first anyway.
I’m a young vampire, and I have never killed a human. I get all my meals from willing donors found in blood bars. I am a borderline pacifist, though I will fight if I have to. But, really, I’m built for speed.
So, how I became a vampire… Really long story, actually. Not sure you’d like to hear it, but, here goes. One day at school, some other kids dared me to go to a bar and get in, drink, stuff like that. I took them up on it, stupid as it was. So, one night, when Mom left for work at her own bar, I went through her closet. I figured something she normally wears would help me blend in, and I could pass as a girl, thus eliminating the age thing. I’d already secured a fake ID, so I just needed to go.
Well, I was wrong about the clothing. I got in, but received unwanted attention from a group of thugs. When someone interfered, the leader of that group insisted I was his girlfriend and nothing was going on. In the end, I bit him and got away, and the guy offered me a place to stay until I could either get a cab or morning, whichever I chose, since my home was on the other side of town so I could avoid people who recognized me. I really should have seen something bad coming, but I didn’t.
When we got there, to his apartment, I sat down on the couch. Next thing I know, he’s got me pinned, and then he bites. Yeah, it hurt at first, but, w-well… …It… Really didn’t feel that bad. So when he stopped, I was willing to do anything if it meant more of that feeling. So when he offered to change me—I have no idea why he did that, either—I took him up on it. Not exactly a choice, but I don’t regret it.
My heart may belong to Demyx,
But my soul belongs to Anakha the Silver.
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Anakha the Silver Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 9:10 pm
 My name’s Reno. Ladies can call me anything they like, but please, don’t call me Re or Re-Re. Only my ex-boyfriend can get away with that.
I’ve been partying through life for seventy-three years now-yeah, I know. Don’t even start to make cracks about my age. I’ve spent twenty-five of those years as a human, and the other forty-eight as something else.
I’ve been called a ladies man before, all because I’m so suave and sexy. I don’t like to see women being mistreated, kids or not getting my way. Also, don’t screw with someone I care about, or else you’ll regret it. Basically though, I’m a laid-back, go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Just don’t make me mad. I’ve been told that I’m a perfectionist when it comes to my hair, and that I have issues with moving on and dealing with overemotional people.
With my five-foot-eight height and average build I’m most certainly a guy. Just ask any of my ex girlfriends or boyfriends.
Exes, yeah. Which means I’m currently single, but the status is bound to change-it always does after all. I’m always looking for someone to fill the lonely stretches of night-don’t worry, I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.
I’m a werewolf, of course. I don’t kill anyone, except maybe some deer or rabbits over the years. But hey, they don’t count as people, right? So it’s all good. Despite this, I’m probably not someone you want to mess with. I’m a lot stronger and faster than the average human, and even more than some vampires. I also have wicked sharp hearing and a killer sense of smell. If you want to see a real animal, you should see me when the moon is full or you’ve pissed me off.
So, I’m sure you’re wondering by now how I ended up a werewolf and what I’ve spent all my time doing. Well, a lot of that is rather personal-I’m sure you understand. But what I can tell you is that I’ve done a lot of traveling over the years, since I was infected and changed. It actually wasn’t that bad of a process, but it took some getting used to at first. Now though, I can say for sure that becoming a werewolf is one of the best things to have ever happened to me.
Anyway, in all this traveling, I ended up in the States. It was a few years back, maybe about seven, and I ended up meeting this kid. He caught my attention pretty damn fast, and we ended up together for about three years. He sure was a handful though. He had so many issues and problems-not to mention that he was a vampire hunter. He tried to kill me for little things more times than I can remember, but nothing serious ever happened.
I had to give him up though, for his own good, and I moved off to Paris. Now that I’m back, I wonder if he’ll remember me…
My heart may belong to no one right now,
But my soul belongs to Demyx the Rockstar.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:03 pm
  Je suis enchantée. My name is Marluxia, and I’ve no nicknames that I know of. Feel free to give me one.
I’ve been walking the world for twenty-seven years full of wonder.
I have been called a monster before, but really I have a magnetic personality and can be exceptionally charismatic when I need to be. My hobbies include many things, but I enjoy gardening and reading horror novels the most. I also enjoy speaking sweet nothings to my lover and cooking amazing meals for him.
There is not much I don’t like—being dumped and rejected are among them. I love the colors red and green, the colors of roses. My favorite food is strawberry charlotte, and I enjoy making it for my dearest Aki.
Despite my six-foot-one height and lithe, slender frame, I’m most definitely a man. Ask my dearest Aki if you don’t believe me—he should know quite well.
I’m supposedly single right now, but Aki doesn’t realize he can’t get away that easily. He’s mine, now and forever.
I’m a cambion, by the way. That is, my father is an incubus while my mother is human. I have never killed a human, per se. Left one or two comatose, though. I have a rather obvious possessive streak, if you haven’t noticed, but am fairly patient. I’m can endure far more than a human, and can probably jump higher and move faster, too. I have a few heightened senses, but not too many.
Oh, so you’d like to know my story? Well, then, happy to oblige. It’s a long story, I hope you’re patient. I was born twenty-seven years ago, in a small town. It was a home birth—Father made sure of it, don’t want a cambion born in a hospital. Like all of my kind, I didn’t draw breath for my first seven years of my life. Life went well until then, and Mother was an energetic woman. Still, I’m half demon, and there’s no use in my life for a human. So, I did what I had to—and have been slowly eating away at her soul for twenty years.
It wasn’t too hard to get by. I had natural charisma and beauty, so many gave me what I needed. I grew up in the French Quarter, by the way. There, I learned a bit of vocabulary, and grew a love for the cuisine. By the time I was fifteen, I was happily earning my keep in a restaurant. Now, I’m looking to open my own.
About six years ago, I met the most charming boy. A vampire, he was, and blind. But it didn’t matter—he was passionate and lovely and he stole my heart. We had an amazing six years. And then, he found out about my heritage and my comatose mother. He immediately ran, calling me a monster. And I’ve been looking for him ever since.
My heart may belong to Aki forever,
But my soul belongs to Anakha the Silver.
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Anakha the Silver Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:21 pm
  My name is Namine, but you can call me Nami if you wish.
I started being in my own little world when I was twelve years old—I’m eighteen now, but some people say I look a little younger than that...
If there were a single word to describe me, it would probably be quiet. I am not the type of person to be bossy or rude, but I do voice my opinions when appropriate. However, I tend to be shy, and I prefer to only talk when I have to or when I feel comfortable doing so.
Yes, that does mean I am taken--I am actually engaged to Roxas, and the thought of a wedding is only starting to piece together from the artistic chaos in my mind.
I love to take walks in the park, and to just sit out and watch a pretty landscape and the life that flows with it. It makes good imagery for artwork, after all.
However, every rose has a thorn or two…I dislike alcoholic beverages, people who swear worse than sailors and being teased. But, I like the color blue because it reminds me of the sky and of water, which has so many meanings to it already I can’t help but add more with being a fun topic for me to draw in my spare time. You will often find me daydreaming or drawing things—I prefer to do those things than, say, party all night at a nightclub.
I am about five feet tall with a slender, almost delicate build…but I am definitely a girl. You can ask Roxas and anybody who has seen me wandering around the park before.
I’m actually a dhampir, despite my wanting to believe that I am human. It explains my ability of being able to tell who is not human and who is. It’s a sort of sixth sense like ability—one of my doctors called it ‘unconscious identification’ but I’m not so sure if that’s what it truly is…although I do know I have a slightly faster reaction time than a normal human does.
My story? I suppose I can tell you about it. I have always lived in this city—my parents were enlisted into the military and left when I was twelve. I never heard from them since, but I know they are okay; it’s just a feeling, but it’s a good one. Since then, I’ve studied and improved my art talents so I could start doing art as a sort of business as well as an improvement of a hobby. One fall day I was sitting outside the café, thinking of what I want to draw when I saw him sitting at a table nearby drinking what looked like coffee. I felt my heart race and I knew that not only was he the next subject I was drawing but that there was something about him I liked.
With all the subtle glances towards him and the effort I took on that picture, I could say it came out absolutely perfect. However, I never expected the boy I had drawn to come and knock on the door to my small, one-bedroom apartment above the shop that supported my art career! I was of course surprised when he was there, but he explained that his name was Roxas and well…he saw his face in the mirror of the shop in the picture I had done and he asked the shopkeeper about it. He then offered to take me out for some cocoa another day.
That date eventually turned into a year-long relationship, and it was a year to that day that Roxas invited me over for dinner. Everything went well…until he brought out the cake. I put my fork to get a piece, and I found a beautiful silver ring with a tiny diamond in the middle sticking onto the prongs.
I had looked over at Roxas, confusion on my face…but at the sight of his smile I couldn’t help but smile and nod, and then get up and hug him when he moved towards me and asked me to marry him.
We’ve been engaged since then, and he managed to move to the city where we now live in a two-bedroom apartment with a great view of the town. I still do art, he works what he’s best at, and we’ve been happy ever since.
My heart may belong to Roxas,
but my soul belongs to Memory_Keeper--Namine
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:09 pm
  Hey. Name's Riku. Don't call me Ri unless you're Axel. And don't call me Ri-Ri in general. I've warned Ax not to before.
I've been around for twenty years.
People've called me heartless before. Mainly those that don't think Vampires are bad. Oh I have my reasons for what I do... I just distance myself from most people. Axel happens to be an exception to that. I show respect for those who deserve it. In that sense I expect some level of it in return.
Mainly, I don't like vampires or my father. I don't even know the guy, and that's why I don't like him.
The color red. The color of Axel's hair. I like it.
Although I'm 5'9" and just below the average build for a guy my age doesn't make me any less of a guy Ask Axel. He'll definitely agree with that.
I'm taken and my boyfriend's name is Axel. Anyone who even thinks of taking him gets their a** kicked. If he thinks of going farther than minor flirting he gets HIS a** kicked. He knows this.
I'm a hunter{dhampir}I kill vampires. I'm stronger, faster, and have more stamina than most humans. Hell, oddly more than a few hunters. I've got a really bad temper and kind of become a different person when I get too mad. That's basically my rage form I guess you could say? Basically a quieter more likely to kill anyone in my way type of mode that apparently goes by Ansem or something.
I've said I have my reasons for a lot of things. Now you can learn what those reasons are. When I was growing up with my mom, everything was great. The only thing missing was a dad. I'd never even met him before. Well when I was about ten years old, actually, I was ten years old. I was home, going to bed when I heard noise from the kitchen. I went to see what was happening.
A crusnik was going for killing my mother. If it hadn't been for some noise he'd heard or something, I think he would have done just that. My mom luckily, yet at the same time unfortunately, lived through it. The only reason I say unfortunately is because it completely screwed her mind up. The crusnik disappeared before whatever he heard came about, and I left the house immediately, to scared for my own life. I couldn't help but think about what happened to my mom.
Around the time I turned eleven and met Xion, who wound up being like a little sister to me. We became great friends and I promised to keep her safe no matter what. I also learned my mom had been in an asylum. I was relieved she was safe and had visited her whenever I had the chance to. I would lie and tell her I was staying at a friends house, and she would always believe me. I felt horrible, especially since she believed me.
Five years after that, I had taken down quite a few vampires, having also met a certain red head. Axel was four years older than me. And five years older than Xion who he decided to flirt with. I had to get something. I don't remember what. The point is I walked back and saw him flirting with her and got a bit protective. When he found out me and Xion were like sibling he just asked why I bother keeping other guys from flirting. Somewhere between telling him off and dealing with him being an annoying a**, we wound up fighting and I beat him.
After that, we got together and started going out. I have to admit I liked him from the beginning. Especially when we fought. Now we're together and honestly, if anyone thinks it'll be ending any time soon, they're SADLY mistaken.
My heart belongs to Axel
My soul belongs to --D3T0X-R3T0X--
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Ventus-Knight of the Wind
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Ventus-Knight of the Wind
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:45 am
  The name's Xigbar Only one person has permission to call me Xig or even Xiggy and that's Demyx.
I've been on this earth for about 300 years. If you try getting a clear response, good luck. Only Xaldin knows my real age. 31 of those years were as a human, though.
I've been called a heartless b*****d before, but honestly, you try living for as long as I have and not wanting to deal with anyone's problems... I can be decent, though. Only a small handful of people have seen anything break through that doesn't include me being a badass. Hey. People could easily claim that if they knew me. So what if I'm a little egotistical?
There're quite a few things I don't like. Examples being vampire hunters, crusniks, being called old, being 'threatened', people threatening Demyx, extreme peppiness to levels I'd rather not discuss, and people who call me old just from my physical age. The colors red, purple, black, and blue are my favorite.
Hey despite the fact I'm 5'5" with a barely above average build doesn't mean I'm any less of a guy. My boyfriend will agree with that.
Yeah. Boyfriend. His name's Demyx and I'll kick your a** if you try anything around him. Hell, I'll kill you if you try anything around him. The only exception to this, to an extent, if his fledgling Sora.
I'm a vampire. I kill humans to live. It stopped bothering me after half a year. Anything to survive. I've got more stamina, strength, and speed than humans. I've also got heightened senses.
Now it's time for a little history lesson. I ain't gonna tell you about how or where I was born, that would bore you too much. So let's skip to present day or the not so distant past. Either way. A few years back I finally started taking in fledglings, not really caring for them prior to then. Something caught me about Larxene. It could have been the fact she'd basically wound up in a life or die situation and I was the only one around. So, I turned her.
The next was a year after. Demyx. We dated for a while before I turned him. I don't want to bother with the details about it. Well, now I've got two fledglings, one an exotic dancer, the other an ex rockstar. Larxene is the one that's more likely to get on my nerves...
Well now I'm here today, and that's all you get for story time.
My heart may belong to Demyx
My soul belongs to --D3T0X-R3T0X--
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 2:10 pm
  My name is Kairi, and nicknames? Axel called me Kai-Kai and Reno calls me Kay. (Axel’s nickname is special to me and he is the only one who can use it!) Some older people tend to call me “Princess”, but I prefer Kai if you really want to give me a nickname.
I’ve been living on this world for twenty-four years now, but due to an unfortunate series of events I’ve spent the last ten years of my life as a werewolf—I was human until I was fourteen.
When I was human, I used to be known as someone who was very optimistic and helpful. I never wanted my friends to be upset or sad, and I loved my twin brother as much as I could--even if it annoyed him at times. I was always there to put a smile on someone’s face, and people would call me kind and patient. Since I was changed, I’m still the same as I used to be, but I do have what Reno calls a “long fuse and a short spark”—meaning I can tolerate annoying things to a certain point, and when I snap it’s quick and vicious. However, this doesn’t mean I’m not sensitive to other peoples’ feelings—rather, I’m a big softie and can feel sympathy for almost anything and everything.
So…I like animals (especially dogs, but is that a little bias?), watching out for little children, sunsets, and nature. I also love to write stories and poetry—doesn’t really matter about the topic.
However, you better be careful, because I dislike people teasing me or threatening my family (which is Axel), being abandoned or left out, —sometimes—Reno, and people telling me I’m too young to do certain things.
I do like the colors red and pink, though—Axel and I both have red hair and pink is a symbolic color for me, which I'll explain later.
I may only be five foot four with a slim but average build, but I’m most definitely a girl—Axel knew it and Reno knows it the hard way.
I’m not taken, even though I was pretty much kidnappedrescued by a guy.
And yes; this guy was a werewolf and yes; he did change me into a werewolf too. However, when the sun goes down to the time it comes up (Or you just honestly and truthfully piss me off), I become a full wolf. Like a four-footed fluffy thing with no voice or any form of communication kind of wolf--but much more intelligent. In my human shape I have a more keen sense of smell and better hearing. I’m also faster and stronger than a normal human female, and—I’d hate to admit it—have slightly sharper teeth, but not as sharp as those damned vampires.
So…I guess you’re wondering why I called vampires ‘damned’. Well, when I was fourteen years old my parents went out for work and my brother decided to go out with his friends. That left me alone to watch T.V in the house. I got tired and, after my favorite show turned it off and went upstairs for bed.
That’s when I bumped into this figure in the hallway. It was dark, and I couldn’t see who it was, so I called out my brother’s name, thinking it was him. The next thing I knew someone threw a blindfold over my eyes, placed a hand over my mouth and pulled me towards them. I could tell then the body was male, but the skin of his hands holding me tightly to him and over my mouth so I couldn’t speak felt so cold…The cold wasn’t like real cold; it was like it went through my physical self to my soul, making me shiver—though really, it felt like he was dead or something.
My family was comprised of vampire hunters spanning back a few generations, so I—having all the knowledge being beaten into my head from learning, teaching, and Axel bragging about going to be the best there was when he grew up—went pale and immediately began thrashing as soon as the coat opened to drop me to the ground. I felt grass beneath my hands and knees (picture me in pink cotton pjs and a nice fluffy pink robe not even near midnight outside of my house somewhere; can’t, can you?) and I managed to pull off the blindfold when I heard something behind me.
That something was three vampires, and each was staring at me in such a way that I couldn’t help but shiver. They started walking towards me, and I kept stepping back each time they approached. Luckily, I was trained in how to use a pistol, so when one got too close, I pulled it from its convenient location in my robe pocket and shot at the leader, hitting him in the shoulder with the weapons’ silver bullet.
But I was too slow to truly wound the others; I found myself slammed against a tree trunk, the gun dropping from my hands as one of the other vampires had his hand around my throat and was holding me against the tree. I was losing consciousness from lack of air, and I was so scared that I was going to die that I actually started crying from it. I kicked him in the stomach, making him drop me for a minute to hiss in pain. I took my chances then, stumbling to get up and run before I was attacked from behind, slamming face first into the thankfully soft ground with the third of the group now sitting on my back. He pulled one of my arms behind my back painfully, and grinned when I screamed from the harm it was causing.
He probably would have pulled it out of its socket if a rust-colored blur didn’t attack him first, knocking him off me. I had scratches up my arms, my legs were covered in dirt and my left arm was throbbing in pain. I was light-headed, dizzy, and bleeding badly from wounds around my neck from where his claws had been digging into my skin. I weakly pulled myself up into a sitting position, using my good arm to lean on that as I saw a furry red blur covered in something dark and gleaming that I knew was blood snarl at the fleeing vampires, who themselves were as bloody as I probably would have been.
I saw it come towards me next, and I was actually scared because I thought it was going to eat me too. It sniffed me, and then caught me when my arms’ strength gave out and I collapsed into that red fur. I remember seeing pretty blue eyes looking at me with somewhat of a human-like worry before I fell unconscious.
…I woke up with a pain in my neck from two faint scars that looked like someone bit me there, and I was in some sort of room with a red-headed guy snoozing in a chair. I found out later that he was the werewolf (yes, werewolf) that saved me, and his name was Reno. But however, since I was bitten I couldn’t exactly return home and had to stay with him for a bit, according to his somewhat egotistical self. I still don’t know why and I’ve tried to ask but he always tells me to wait. He does know better than to try any stupid stuff with me, though—let’s just say it is from experience.
It’s been ten years since the day I was found by him, but I really want to go home…I want to see my twin brother, and I hope he is okay…
My heart may belong to no one right now,
But my soul belongs to Memory_keeper--Namine
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Ventus-Knight of the Wind
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:32 pm
  My name is Xemnas. I don't think there are many nicknames you could possibly give me, one is Xemmy and I only allow one person to call me that freely and she is the love of my life. though if you call me Mansex there will be dire consequences.
I've walked this earth for just about the last five hundred years. Twenty three of those years were spent as a human.
What most people see when they meet me, or see me on the streets at night is someone who comes off as cruel a lot of the time. I can be a nice guy when you get to know me, though. I have also been told I'm suave by some who have met me. Of course, the one woman who I stumble with my words around would beg to differ at times.
There are many things I don't like. Mainly, though, I don't like Those who hurt my family, myself for reasons to be explained, the pain my son had to go through, the pain my wife went through I like the colors silver and blue. The colors of my loves hair and eyes.
My 5'10" height paired with my average build somehow make people not quite see I am infact male. You can easily ask my love. She would know. She had my child.
Yes, my love. Meaning I am currently taken. I would never think of betraying her trust for anything in the world. Rise is the world to me, and I am forever sorry for the pain I caused her.
I am a vampire. Most of the time I do not wish to kill humans, simply take however much I need. I do fight, though. Most of my fights are in search for the crusnik that caused such stress for my family. I have much more strength, stamina, and speed than humans, as well as acute senses.
My history is one which is not important. However, to amuse you I shall tell you the basics of it... I was born somewhere near 500 years ago. When I was changed into a vampire, I did not know what to do or where to go. All I knew was I didn't wish to be in this state.
I had grown used to being as I was by the time I reached fifty years of being a vampire. I had surrendered to my fate. I spend the better part of the next century alone before meeting a crusnik named Saix. He seemed... Odd... That was most definitely true. I never once felt my life was threatened, but he followed my every word. That century was one where I would kill humans without discrimination.
I had left Saixs side, the man apparently becoming under the impressions I cared for him as a lover... No... I had not met the one woman I care about and could ever love a mere twenty years ago. I had never thought love would find me before I saw her. It was odd... Feeling such strong emotions such as love... We went out together a few times. She was only seventeen.
We, obviously, fell in love. When she told me she was pregnant I was in a state of shock, but I was happy. We discussed where I would be as our son grew up, and agreed it best I stayed away from him. As not to influence how he behaved in any way. I would watch him grow up from a distance, still visiting every night.
Ten years passed, I would watch Riku growing up without his realizing it. One day, I walked in on the most horrid scene I'd ever in the centuries I had walked the earth seen. Rise was nearly dead on the floor, a continuous stab wound to the side. I had caught Riku's scent, running away from the house, but from fear of what he'd seen. I had brought Rise to the hospital, staying with her by day, watching Riku every night. Keeping him safe without his knowing it.
Now, I visit Rise in the asylum where she had been admitted nine years ago every day, still keeping an eye on Riku, as well.
My heart will forever belong to Rise
My soul belongs to --D3T0X-R3T0X--
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 1:25 am
  My name’s Sorana Koizumi, but you can call me Ran! Only if you know me, though.
I’ve been on this earth for twenty-two years now--the past few in college.
I’ve been called naive before, mostly because I have act like it and can be way too cute for words. I'm really just a manipulative b***h though. As for hobbies, I enjoy practicing my martial arts or other athletic activities. I also practice with my tonfa and love, love, love video games!
There’s a lot of things I don’t like-being made to feel weak, my loved ones being hurt… The list goes on and on. I really, really like strawberry ice cream of things. Beyond that, I'm not very picky.
Despite my five-foot height and petite frame, I’m most definitely a girl. Ask my parents and friends, if you want confirmation.
I’m single, for now—but that could change any time now.
I’m a human, by the way. I don't believe in vampire and werewolves and such. I know meartial, if you haven’t noticed, and am not afraid to use my skills.
So, I’m guessing you’re wondering 'bout me by now. Well, settle in and I'll tell you who I am, then! I'm the daughter of a martial arts teacher and a homemaker. I grew up here, living over Papa's dojo. He taught mixed martial arts, so I learned. Life was pretty easy growing up, and I quickly learned that I could get what I wanted by being cute. Puppy dog eyes were mastered, as was he whimper and the pout. By the time I was in high school, I could get anything I wanted--but I wasn't exactly spoiled.
I'm in college now, though. It's paid for by good grades and Papa's business. Mom and Papa miss me, but I live on campus now and life couldn't be better! Besides the occasional rumor of *pfft* vampires and werewolves, nothing really big happens. I haven't had trouble yet!
My heart may belong to no one right now,
But my soul belongs to Anakha the Silver.
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Anakha the Silver Vice Captain
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