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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:20 pm
Welcome to the Dark CityView the roleplaying thread
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:01 am
User name: xlaveniex
Character name:Stella Marie Cromwell
Age: 127
Race: Pure Blood Vampire
Appearance:
Occupation: Currently working at a psychic cafe with her Witch friend Helena.
Personality: Due to her often cold and distant demeanor, Stella was never surrounded by many friends; she fails to fall into social groups and the friendships that she does have are ones that have been with her for most of her life. People have a history of keeping their distance; afraid to approach her; preferring to avoid her green gold stare. She is a very intelligent, secretive, enclosed, and calculative person. At first glance, she comes off as anti-social, cruel, blatant, and even notoriously arrogant. In reality, Stella is a listener and a deeply caring person who simply hates for her emotions to show. She's a smooth operator, sophisticated, and very classy when the situation calls for it and has a track-record for being the center of attention among men which she care less about.
Stella is also about the worst person to try and get angry. She is after all a quick thinker and she will easily think of a way to put a person down, even if she has to insult something about a person's appearance. Stella is not a early bird and she absolutely hates being woken up early in the evening and will usually will use the most foul language possible to burn someone's ears off when someone even attempts to wake her up. Stella is for the most part cold and and distant but she will speak her mind when asked for her opinion. There are times whens she will sympathetic and kind, those are very rare times enjoy them when you can, and then there are times when she is absolutely unapproachable during those times you should stay far far away. Stella can be extremely moody like that sometimes, and her witty ways that could easily get someone out of trouble could also easily get someone into even more trouble than before. Beware.
Weapons:She generally makes her weapons out of ice, but when she feels like it she'll use a Silver Rapier. Growing up she took up fencing, and to this day it has served her well.
Elemental: Stella's abilities to control her gift is nothing to laugh at. She is very skilled in using both water and ice to her advantage. For the most part she remains on defense in battle, blocking attacks with a thick shield of ice. When it comes to going on the offense though, she may form weapons made of ice often times she'll form a scythe made from ice and fight. Against weaker opponents, she may freeze them in place. Stella also manipulates ice to form thousands of razor sharp "petals" that rain down and surrounds the opponent, like a blizzard. She uses it only when the battle has become difficult, when the opponent is more offense based than defense.
Basic:In a fight Stella is as cool as a cucumber. She is able to move quite swiftly and gracefully, able to dodge attacks, but when it comes down to it she can definitely kick butt. And of course being a Vampire she has all the natural gifts that come with being a pure blood Vampire, such as enhanced speed and strength as well as heightened senses.
Bio:Stella comes from a very long line of English elemental users, a elemental family of Vampires if you will. Stella's family consists of almost all fire elementals, so it was a bit of a shock when little Stella turned out to be water when she first started showing signs of her gift. Stella is of mixed heritage, being half Japanese and Half English, both of her parent were pure blood Vampires, her mother having been a powerful Vampiress from Japan.
Stella was born in a noble family during late Victorian England in 1883, and she was the only child of the Cromwell line and the last. Her family was powerful and influential since they were capable of manipulating elements, they were seen as a threat. It was 1901 when Stella had just turn eighteen the peak age of a pure blood Vampire, and chaos ensued. The Daywalkers had just made their existance known in England, and they were cutting a bloody scythe of chaos throughout the capital attacking Nightwalking Vampires and humans alike, when one day a group of them showed up on her family's doorstep in Her grandfather, her grandmother, and her mother and father all perished that night, but somehow she survived.
After that incident she left London, and wandered throughout the British isles for a few decades. Staying out of trouble, but going out of her way every now and then to take out a Daywalker whenever she encountered one. Eventually she left to the Americas where she found her home in Naught and where she has stayed to this very day, though she still visits England occasionally.
Other: She has two black kittens one male and female. The male kittens name is Artemis, Artie for short, and the female kitten's name is Lucifer, Lucy for short.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:33 am
 User name: Frosted Night
Character name: Helena Lugarino
Age: 19
Race: Witch
Appearance: ->
Occupation: Physic Cafe
Personality: Helena hates fights, and would rather they not occur. She is the kind of person who will only do things when she wants to do them and as such she sometimes does not turn up for work and refuses to see most customers, but the owner tolerates this because of her skill.
Weapons: none, Helena has little to no skill when it comes to fighting
Power: Helena has magic which does not take physical form; air and light. Her type of magic allows her to see various things about a person when with them or if she uses an object, such as a mirror she can see in much more detail, but went reading the future it is the future most likely (think of it as a thick line of cords and the cords break off a few at a time then further break, endless possibilities but the thick line of cords is the clearest path). Furthermore with the power of air she can make things she is touching fly e.g. a broom stick ;D (but she has to be in contact with something to make it fly. She can levitate or descend by herself but she cannot fly by herself. Can create light and also take it away for a period of time.
Bio: Helena came from a family unknown to magic, but she was a natural at magic her skill started to show when she was only a toddler. To protect the identity of witches and others all who knew her had her completely wiped from their memories as if she never existed. She was raised by witches but later started to live on her own, in an apartment above Bloody Mary's bar.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:38 pm
User name: Insainbutterfly
Character name: Marik Battosai
Age: Seventy Three
Race: Daywalker
Appearance: About 6'7" and 230 lbs. To the right.
Occupation: Marik has no real occupation, but earns his money doing various jobs around the town.
Personality: Marik tends to be somewhat arrogant in speech, but in a fight he will never underestimate an opponent. Despite his standoffish nature, Marik is quite fond of company in any form and loves to the be the center of attention. Not that he would ever admit something like that. Sarcasm coats his speech, and he often feels as if he is the only one in the world. For all of his selfishness, arrogance, and diva-attitude, he does care for the people that manage to get close to him.
While he has a strange relationship with people, he is a dedicated fighter. If he has no retort, he will always resort to violence. His constant training while not buys leads him to become a strong opponent.
Weapons: While Marik hardly needs a weapon to kill someone, he likes to enchance his punches with a pair of brass knuckles. He usually wears them around, but when he's not wearing them, they're hanging around his neck on a chain.
Power: Physical Attributes
- Marik is physically stronger than a human, or a pure-blood vampire. Speaking in general terms at least, he is able to punch through a steel wall a inches think. Although he has this tremendous power, it is completely controlled for everyday use as well. He can be gentle, when he wants to be.
- Along with his strength, Marik has trained to enhance his speed and agility further than his Daywalking counterparts. Although he may still be lacking in the speed department, he's definitely faster than a human, and may be faster than a good number of Nightwalkers.
Bio: Marik was never supposed to be a Daywalker. Since he was a child, he had always wanted to be one of the old Vampire of lore. As a man, he became obsessed with the creatures, and searched the world for them. It wasn't until he found himself all the way in Egypt that he found one. He couldn't possibly image why a Nightwalker would be in one of the sunniest places in the world, but he didn't question it. He wanted to join them. He wanted to be a Nightwalker. Of course, the white-haired vampire smiled at his plea, eager to feed.
It was an excruciating process, and when Marik awoke three days later, he found himself in the sun. He did not burn, nor did he feel any unpleasant from the sun. When he looked into the water's reflection, his hair had gone white and his eyes had turned red. It was most peculiar.
Marik wandered about in Egypt for awhile, going through tombs, dodging traps, and others. A few years later, he moved back to the United States and lived around his parents for awhile. They knew he had achieved his dream, and wondered what was next for their strange child. Marik got bored of feeding off people near his home, and found the city of Naught. He moved there, and has never left it since the thirty years ago when he moved there.
It was when he moved to Naught he found out that he was a Daywalker, not a Nightwalker. How could he have been oblivious? He was angry at himself for falling for that trap. However, it cannot be undone, and has since learned to accept it.
Other: Marik loves Egypt and ancient artifacts from it. He is also incredibly good at poker, and cheating at poker.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 2:24 pm
User name: King Inter 8
Character name: Ezio Ravenna
Age: 20
Race: Witch
Appearance: ->
Occupation: Psychic Cafe
Personality: Carefree, but slightly insane.
Weapons: Anything he can get his hands on, he fights using Krav Maga. A type of martial arts.
Power: Ezio has two powers, foresight and control of electricity. His foresight allows him to see the immediate future or up to a week away. When fighting his enemies future movements appear as a red outline in his eyes so he can easily dodge any attack. He can generate his own electricity and send it through conductible objects, he can also control already existing electricity.
Bio: He grew up in a family of witches in Italy. One day, the other large family of witches in the city killed everyone in Ezio's family. The witches in his family always had foresight along with one other unpredictable ability. Lucky for him his ability happened to be the control of electricity, so he predicted the time with his foresight that most of the enemy clan would be touching a piece of metal, and killed all of them.
Ezio then left Italy and as he traveled around he would often be chased by groups of witches, since a male witch was one in ten. He eventually landed himself in Naught and that's where he is at this moment, working at a Psychic cafe with so far the only witch who hasn't wanted him for herself and a vampire.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 4:09 pm
 User name: xx_lolita pixie
Character name: Amoree Elizabeth Sharon
Age: Twenty-one ( 21 )
Race: Human
Occupation: Author / Tailor
Personality: Amoree would be considered shy. She never really speaks that much, but not for the reason you think. She tends to back away from all conversation, and return to her home so she can read, write, or work on her clothing jobs. She feels that it's the only safe thing for her to do anymore. Amoree is a very paranoid person. Anywhere from germs to new people she'll probably fear it at least a little. She's a fearful person like that. It's just something she was born with. Another thing about her is that shes a klutz. An extreme one. She fumbles around a ton, and probably hasn't gone one day without tripping over something.
Weapons: It's not often she has to fight, but just in case there are metal tipped fans under the first ruffle on the skirt of her dress.
Power: Amoree is extremely flexible, due to the fact that she used to be a acrobat.
Bio: As a young girl Amoree's family was a traveling circus. Their circus would let anyone join them as long as they had a talent. Which is probably why it wasn't only made up of humans. She was happy there. As an acrobat of course, and the costume designer. It was around the time she was seventeen that the circus' campsite was set on fire. Everything went up in smoke so fast barely anyone had chance to escape. Amoree and a couple others were the lucky survivors, but her blood family had died, and Amoree lost her voice from inhaling the smoke for too long.
She and the other survivors tried to stay together, but one by one everybody started to flow away from each other. Finally Amoree settled down in Naught, and currently makes it as an author and tailor living in an apartment around the edge of town.
Other: Amoree has the same outfit in multiple colors.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 5:24 am
User name: Strawberry Peri
Character name: Syaoran Mizuki
Age: 19
Race: Lycanthrope
Appearance:
Occupation: Mostly an errand boy for the other lycans. He finds out information they need and reports back to them. He lives off of their 'charity.'
Personality: Despite the rap most Lycans get, Syaoran is naive, kind, and a little shy. He tries to do what's right but, unfortunately, believes too much in the good of others and tends to be gullible. He's eager to make new aquaintances and friendly to everyone he meets. He usually turns into a wolf when he is feeling angry or threatened. When faced with conflict he often becomes confused but tries to settle things calmly.
Weapons: None, but he's trained in various forms of martial arts.
Power: None, besides his ability to turn into a very powerful wolf at will.
Bio: Syaoran's parents are, alas, very far from where he is but he believes that they are still alive. His parents were running, hiding, on the move, and they feared for the safety of their son. By the time they reached Naught they were confused, scared, and crazed from being on the run for so long. They were unfamiliar with the territory and, not knowing what else to do, left their ten year old son to the lycanthropes hoping that he might find a better life than they had.
So long as they pretend that what they are doing is for the better good, the other lycans have been able to use Syaoran. And so they have, for nine years. They treat him with disrespect because they think he is weak but tolerate him because he is useful. Syaoran is just grateful that they have taken him in and supported him for the past decade. His living quarters are bearable. He is often required to stay near to more powerful lycans in case they need an errand boy.
Other: He has a tattoo of the wolf seen in his picture over his shoulder blades. He has a small picture of his parents that he keeps with him at all times.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:40 pm
User name: DeepCry
Character name: Hanako Yoshi
Age: Seventeen
Race: Lycanthrope
Appearance:
Occupation: Hired Assassin and Delivery Girl.
Personality: Quite, Short-tempered, Logical, Easily calmed, Irritable.
Weapons: Anything she had on hand at the time.
Power: Just the ability to shift into a wolf.
Bio: Hanako has had a very violent past. Her parents had left her behind since they had had to many children to care for and she had been the eldest. She grew up on the streets of Naught and has learned many things, she has also accurately mapped out the place in her mind. Shes began murdering under commands of other Lycan at the age of ten in order to make money, she also took up a delivery job to insure she wouldn't go broke when business was slow. She's never bothered to talk with many people, not taking the risk of befriending some one she'd probably have to kill, so she's grown to be a loner, and can often be found in the park when she's not working.
Other: Height-Four feet tall;Weight-Ninety-Five pounds
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:47 pm
User name: N00B3AR
Character name: Nephele Lilith
Age: Borne on September 3, 1903. That leaves her at the ripe old age of 125.
Race: Pure Blood Vampire
Appearance: xxx
Occupation: An entertainer at Noir.
Personality: Nephele's personality is hard to capture in words. Therefore, one should interact with her to understand her, it's just easier that way. However, here are some helpful hints;
Just like any other female vampire, she's overly emotional, her reactions to things will almost always be unknown. She can't gauge how she's going to react until it happens. There are times when she can go off at the wire, and it sadly doesn't take much to push her to that edge. Even at best she often finds herself being outrageously impulsive, stubborn, opinionated, badly tempered, pushy and devious. All of these traits usually get her into some heap of trouble with people, but in her mind- it's deliciously fun to be bad. Her extensive knowledge, well performed street-smarts and the combination of anything and everything else she have may of learned, can sometimes get Nephele looked at as cocky. It's also rare for her to lose sight of what she wants and it's hard for her to resist so, Nephele was always considered the dreamy "child".
Weapons: Like any other person with elemental powers, she prefers to use her fire. However, if it strikes her she would take hold of a Kimber Crimson Trace.
Power: From an early age Nephele was infatuated with fire. When she was at a tender age of 8, she burnt down her own house down accidentally killing all of the hired help in the process. From there on, her parents had her tutored by another pyromaniac, whom was also a pure Nightwalker. He helped her control her fiery tendencies. Her love of fire and explosions continued.
Bio: In all honesty, Nephele had never really been comfortable with where she has come from..
Her mother and father had a arranged marriage, though they both died shortly after her mother gave birth. No one is quiet sure where her mother came from either, the woman was new to town when they married and she says that where she's from looks nothing like this place. Nephele remembers her mother spouting out information about it; she says it's barren and white, chilled to the core. Her father was easier to guess, with his straight black hair and olive toned skin, it was painstakingly obvious that he was from Egypt. It was easy to understand why he moved to Naught, there were less sunny days here. That meant there was a lesser of a chance of combusting.
Either way, her father and mother got married for politics, not because they were in love. The individual covens (all Nightwalkers at the time) were struggling with power, apparently both sides of their families had lost loved ones because they married for a treaty. Everyone knew that they started to learn to love each other as they got older and started a family.
Her mother's creamy white skin, slender body and vibrant red eyes combined with her fathers black hair, deep ruby eyes and olive toned skin created Nephele.
She wasn't old enough to live through and remember the destruction of her family, she still isn't aware of how it happened but she was there to help rebuild it. Yes, she was born into that type of family. The complicated kind, if you're wondering. When she was born, it was a product of a passionate night that neither vampire thought would have repercussions.. but they welcomed the new life with warm open arms. Even to this day is blissfully unaware of why her parents died, which is why she's yet to leave Naught. Nephele can't find a reason to leave.
Other: Nephele is scattered with tattoos and she takes too much joy out of being a tease with her customers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:26 pm
User name:Character name: Benjiman Fronith Revlis Age: 23. Race: Human. Appearance: Ben Fronith RevlisOccupation: Ben tends to do a lot one day and nothing the next. He does the occasionally vampire and Lycan hunt but lately he has grown tired of it. Some call him a bum. Others a hero. Either way his house is filled with microwave foods and beer. Personality:Weapons: Ben tends to always carry his small pistol, Stake crossbow, Hand grenades...Ben always has something new. Power: He doesn't have any. Unless his breath counts. It is deplorable! Bio: Ben grew up in a small town in Minnesota. He didn't really have to much to do since he lived in the country. His parents ran a small tomato farm and home schooled him. Around the age of Eleven he started to collect as many sharp objects that he could. Anywhere from guns to knives of any shape and size. But when he purchased a longsword from a very strange wandering merchant did he realize his true potential. Right after his sixteenth birthday a small group of vampires attacked his house for pure blood lust. Killing his parents and chasing him into the woods drove Ben into a blood lust of his own. Turning to face them he used the advantage of knowing the woods. Killing them he finally knew what he had to do. He moved to the Dark City when he turned twenty and has been after whatever moves and is immortal. But until lately has be grown tired of this senseless violence. He has even been seen talking to vampires and lycans before.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 6:20 pm
http://th05.deviantart.net/fs28/300W/i/2009/056/7/d/_Red_Beauty_all_wrapped_up__by_sakimichan.pngUser name: Shimmering Cupcake
Character name: Aldornia Lodemai
Age: Now why would she want to reveal something like that? You already know she’s quite old if she’s a Pure Blood.
Race: Pure Blood Child of the Nightwalking Vampires
Appearance: Clothed, of course.
Occupation: Bartender at Bloody Mary’s bar.
Personality: Though some may say that Aldomia is cold and heartless, this is so obviously true. Some say she had once loved, and this statement is true as well. Perhaps this is where her cold and ruthless personality comes from. None may ever know, for she talks not about it, and if she does that means you are definitely dead meat. Her humor is darker, and she is a bit of a masochist and sadist…but only a select few will know this.
Weapons: Oh none, well, if you count this leathery whip at her side then I guess yes.
Power: To be honest, Aldornia isn’t quite comfortable with revealing her silly little power. Ah but, what fun would it be to let it stay a secret? Aldornia has a very special ability of being able to control the earth. Whether it be plants or rock that is what she works with.
Bio: Hm, where to begin with this wonderful story? Ah yes, how about with birth. Born from Pure Blood vampires, Aldornia was one of the most violent ones in her line. Her parents would drink for the sake of staying alive whilst Aldornia would ‘play with her food’ and attack on no real need. She would be scolded, quite severely at that, for they were in a country where vampires were much feared and hated. To be sure, they could have actually been part of the whole line of Dracula. Though, this is rumor and has not ever been discovered as true. With her life becoming even more boring by the day, Aldornia had finally made up her mind to up and leave the country she had known and loved for so long. Her parents suggested to not, for this was around the time of the uprising of Daywalkers, but Aldornia refused to listen to them any longer. Strong in will and mind, Aldornia set out on her own walk of life, to create something for herself.
Upon her journeys she had fallen in love. With whom, you may ask? Well, with a gorgeous gentleman of course! What was his name? Hm, well that I do not know. Aldornia has forbidden me to ever go and find out, but I am quite positive it starts with an X. What was he? I do not think he was vampire… nor do I think he was human. Humans were far too weak and more play toys than anything else to Aldornia. The vampires, well they were all too snooty and stuck up for her liking. In truth, I believe it had been a shapeshifter. Ah but what do I know, yes? This is something she has not allowed me to find out. So, we move on to that man’s death. Tragedy it was. Murdered, they say. How? That is a secret you will find out later in this story. So, in mourning, Aldornia moved on with her life and continued on through countries to finally end up in a place called Naught. Though it wasn’t her ideal home; there were enough people to entertain her and keep her on a leash, so to say, that she stayed here.
Other: A pendant hangs around Aldornia’s neck. It has the shape of an hour glass, but inside it there is green liquid instead of the normal sand. Tattoos line her lower back and along her legs, all having a meaning she dares not to speak.
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