Known Players
Vampires
Username-Lycan4life
Name- Lucian
Age- Turned at 19, Actual age: around 1,300 years old
Race- Vampire
Appearance- Spiked Hair, blue tribal face tattoo, White coat, black pants, black boots, Glasses
Personality- Sweet, Giving, Romantic, Arrogant, Ruthless in combat, shows no fear
History- I was born in 202 b.c. in the city of Rome. I fought with the Roman Empire and helped overthrow Hannibal. I was enlisted in the Roman army until the age of 19, when I was attacked by clan of Dark Elves who killed my my whole unit and left me there lying in my own blood for the dead. Then a young beautiful women showed up, told me to hold still and bit me in the neck. At the time I did not realize that she was a Vampire or that she had saved my life. I owe everything that I am to her. After that, I couldn't go back to the Roman Army; they thought my whole unit was dead. Ever since then I have made my life goal to track down every Dark Elf left alive and slaughter them for what they did to me and my unit. I have since then mastered the art of sword fighting, but I'm best at coming up with traps and schemes. I like the idea of mind over matter.
Username- Meoly
Name- Haydee
Age- Turned at 23, though her true age is somewhere around four millennia.
Race- Vampire
Appearance-- Standing at an average height of five feet, six inches, Haydee is usually at eye-level with most of the other elders that she recognizes came from the same providence as herself. She is thin from years of weapons training and missions beyond the borders of her people, although by no means does she lack strength. Her skin, starkly pale beneath an olive toned gold tan, hides wiry muscles along the length of her frame. Her sapphire eyes, the color of glacial ice hidden for years, are set into a softly angled features. Her honey-brown hair, although normally falling in waves to her lower back, currently frames her face in a ragged bob at her chin. She is most often attired in the clothes she wears on missions: beige riding britches, a pair of black knee high riding boots, and a light blue tunic. One sword and a dagger hang from a sturdy belt around her hips, while her longsword and a beautiful ebony bow and quiver are slung over her shoulders. Rarely, she wears the formal white dress and cloak of the council of elders.
Personality- Intelligent, quick witted and resourceful, Haydee has made herself a perfect home in her spot on the council. Stubborn enough to always complete the mission assigned to her by any means possible, she is often away from her role, gathering information or apprehending those her fellow council members want to ask questions of. Frequently sarcastic and appreciating a dry sense of wit, she uses tricks, incomplete truths and underhand tactics, along with the talent to hide her emotions behind a serene mask, to manipulate those she is sent to reprehend.
History- For the first human years of her life, Haydee was, like so many others of her time, a member of a hunter-gatherer society. Everything was normal, until a stranger appeared. He was given shelter, as custom dictated. Within the week, everyone else was dead. For years upon years, she traveled the world with her creator, learning all that was given to her and developing an indifference towards human kind. At the ascension of Augustus to the Roman throne, she was drawn from her mostly solitary life into the societies that dwelled at the mouths of the caves. Still listening to her creator and following his every order as he traveled through the ranks of the council, she developed a reputation for herself as a skilled intelligence gatherer. Only within the last century was there a council seat for her to occupy, and although she has taken the spot, she rarely sits at the council, but rather continues to gather information by hand and through a web of personally trained individuals.
Username-Lycan4life
Name-Skrap
Age- Turned at age 9 around 1349 A.D.
Race- Vampire
Appearance- 
Personality- Smart and Intelligent, but still very child like in his ways. Often reacts restlessly. Extremely brave, but cowardly at times. Loyalty is Skrap's motto.
History- Skrap was turned at such a young age, that not much is known about his human life. His parents had died in the Black Plague, and he had been turned when close to death. He never knew his creator because the vampire had soon fled after turning Skrap. Skrap is not like your average vampire, he prefers to feed off of animals. This due to the fact that he was turned at such a young age, and Skrap has a hard time justifying the draining of another human.
Dark Elves
Username- kinetic-cataclysm
Name- Kira
Age- 831
Race- Dark Elf
Appearance- She is about five feet, eight inches tall, with a lean and slender frame. Her black hair is always let down, and reaches her shoulders in gentle waves. She has dark brown eyes that are warm and friendly when interacting with her own kind or children. When she is in the castle, her standard apparel consists of a loose-fitting lilac blouse with long sleeves and a simple black skirt. As a warrior, she also has a set of armor for battle, though most of the time she leaves it behind as its weight slows her down. She constantly has at least three to four weapons on her person from habit, and has trained herself to be quite adept at the bow, knives, and sword. Her favorite weapon is the scythe, and hers is a long-handled one with a curved blade made from silver from when she hunted werewolves as a youth.
Personality- Kira is direct and commanding, and usually one to show her emotions on her sleeve. She is very friendly to those she can trust, especially to the various elves under her command. Like most elves, she has a weakness when it comes to children or anyone who appears to be defenseless, and can be very protective. However, she holds no patience with those who are lazy or incompetent, and becomes very distant and almost disdainful in their presence. Her loathing for anything resembling a vampire can sends her into a state of cold fury. She tries to control this as any dark elf ruled by logic, but...
History- Kira led a standard life growing up in the castle. She was not nobility, but her family was known for their excellence in the fighting arts, and she entered training at an early age. When her parents died from a rogue werewolf attack, Kira helped hunt out every single one in the cavern system and in the city above in an irrational vendetta for justice at her young age. It was at this time she made friends with what she thought was a human named Tristan, but turned out to be a vampire when he suddenly tried to bite her one evening. Shaken from this betrayal, and faced with animosity from her fellow elves for interacting with the enemy, she turned this hurt into a cold abhorrence. She returned to her underground home and turned her attentions to furthering her rank within the kingdom's army. It was only sixty years ago that she attained Lietenant General, but those under her command respect her and those above her value her strength and determination. For the last fifty years she has led a small troop of fellow dark elves on various raids to annihilate the vampires in the war that had finally broken out between the two races, but has had minimal success so far.
Username-talkingpenguinpants
Name-Gracie
Age-1,500
Race-Dark Elf
Appearance-(Picture in progress)
Personality-A very introverted person. She thinks 100 steps ahead. She is very good at observing and can't be easily fooled. She speaks only those who are close to her and when she does she speaks precisely and bluntly. She gives off the impression that she is very delicate but really she can handle anything in her way.
History- She had been abandoned up top when she was only a baby, so she never knew her parents. She was cared for by a human couple that couldn't have a child of their own. She was happy until her adopted parents were killed by vampires when she was only seven. She was distraught and ran through the tunnels hiding herself in the cervices of the tunnels. Wandering along and brooding, she decided to get away from the city to become stronger so she could avenge her parents. At age of ten Gracie left the town of hidden elves, kind humans, and vicious vampires. Now at age 1,500 she came back. Her journey taught her to trust no one. Humans were not all kind and she never found her own species elsewhere. She had become a master in archery and swordsmanship. She knows that the elves are hidden, but to get there she must fight the demons who caused her this much pain. She was ready.
Username-talkingpenguinpants and kinetic-cataclysm
Name-Aiden Ward
Age-1506
Race-Dark Elf
Appearance- A tall elf at six feet, four inches with short dark hair and a thin stubble. He has clear dark blue eyes that are usually full of mischief. He is very soldily built, with broad shoulders and a muscluar frame. Always keeps himself in his army uniform, which is an indigo long-sleeve tunic with black breeches. The Dark Elf symbol of a white owl holding a sword is across the back of the shirt.
Personality- Aiden is an experienced Sergeant Colonel respected by his men for his friendly nature and quick thinking. Outside of duty he is very cheerful and playful, loving to play pranks on his fellow officers, and especially his commander. However, he is extremely loyal to his country and people, willing to give it all to protect them.
History- Aiden has been in the military since the age of fifty, very young for a dark elf. When he reached his current rank he refused to be promoted, though he has been offered the chance several times over the years. His only comment on the subject being, 'Why would I want to have to do that much paperwork?' He only uses swords, but his swordsmanship is matched by few, and his favorite is the huge broadsword given to him by his own father. In his youth he was under Kira's father but was also a close friend, and he took Kira under his wing when she was young and helped her recuperate after she returned broken after a two year stay in the human city. He views her as a little sister, and was amused when she became his commanding officer sixty years ago. Aiden is normally very confident in himself, however he's clueless and rather shy about women, which Kira teases him about constantly. He remains very polite and gentlemanly as a defense seeing as he knows no other way to deal with them unless they are under his command in the military where he can just order them around like his other soldiers.
Username - Diet Cyanide
Name - (Alias)Robyn (Real Name)She only gives that to people who earn her trust.
Age - 95
Race - Dark Elf
Appearance - Short (5ft 1inch) with black shoulder length hair. She usually is found wearing her leather battle gear most of the time. Which would be the usual leather boots, gr eaves, jerkin, poltroons and cape.
Personality - Cold sometimes bordering on rude due to her mistrustful nature of people she does not know well. But deep down she is kind hearted and always tries to help out people in need. Even if she wouldn't admit it. She also has trouble when people try to get close to her and gets embarrassed by that.
History - Robyn's story started from when her parents where taken away from her through some unknown plague when she was only 7. Her father being a Dark Elf noble and her Human mother being an Doctor. Robyn had been born above ground and had been there all her life until the plague struck and had taken the two most dearest people from her. She ended up wandering the street in the city for most of that winter. Cold, tired, hungry and with no one to care for her, life had become a daily battle for her just to survive. Being too proud of a person to beg she had to live from the scraps of food that the aristocracy threw away. The very same social group that she used to belong to. Life became harder and harder until one day she passed out in a busy market place due to hunger.
"This is it" Robyn thought to herself preparing herself for death
"This is how my story ends" she thought as she faded in out of consciousness. She then noticed through her blurred vision two figures rushing to her side.
A........ar........are you my guardian angels. She quietly whispered before she passed out to what she thought was death coming for her. But days later she awoke from her hunger induced slumber to discover that she was alive and had been saved. A farmer and his wife where at market selling their wares when the noticed Robyn collapsed. They had saved her by a matter of minutes from death. Tear started to stream down Robyn's eyes
You.........you really are my guardian angels. she sobbed with so much joy. The farmer and his family(Wife and one Daughter) took her in as part of the family. Robyn was especially very very protective of her human sister(Eliza). They went everywhere with each other and where almost inseparable. But all of this peace and happy life that Robyn had come to enjoy over the past 12 years came to a shattering end. One sinister night when she was asleep she heard some bloody curdling screams. This immediately woke her and she got up and approached the door slowly cautiously. As she approached the door these figures burst through her door and took her captive. They locked her in the cellar for hours. Then the same two figures came down and tossed the still warm dead bodies of her adoptive parents in front of her.
Mum, Dad!!! She screamed in horror rushing to their side as the two figures laughed cruelly.
Our boss Ezekiel is done with them. He told us to throw them down here cause they are going to be hungry when the awake. One of the figures said as he slammed the door and locked it behind him.
What do you mean awaken. She screamed out tears still streaming down her cheeks.
Oh you'll see soon enough. a voice in the distance chuckled. Robyn sat there for hours reminiscing about the wonderful life she had with her adoptive family. But then all of a sudden her mother and father started to move
Mum, Dad you're alive!!! she shouted with joy as she hugged them.
I was so worried. She said feeling really relived. But her joy quickly turned to horror for her parents where now the ghouls of a vampire.
Mum, Dad its me. she kept saying to them as they chased her around the basement. But in her heart she knew they now only answered to this vampire called Ezekiel. In the end she escaped the house just in the nick of time through a small window. And she kept running and running and running. Whilst she ran she made an oath with herself that she would find her sister and kill the vampire responsible for this crime committed against her and her family.(At this point she grew a strong hatred for all vampires). After much more running she came to an outskirts of a city. It was here where she stayed for decades and decades till she was the ripe all age of 95. It was during this time period that she honed her skills and with a bow which her adoptive father started to teach her before his demise. She also took up the profession of a vampire hunter but all the people she teamed up with had either been killed or seriously crippled. So in the end she decided to go it alone once her fighting skills reached a certain level. The one fateful day she overheard someone talking about this secret underground entrance to these catacombs where vampires and her own kin the dark elves wage war. She was not as interested in finding her own kin but just the vampire Ezekiel so she set off to the entrance of the tunnel(From she got the whereabouts from the people she overheard). She gathered up all the equipment and supplies she needed and headed off to find what she hope to be the vampire Ezekiel and behead him. After many days of traveling she came to the entrance to the tunnels and paused. She took one big breath and whispered to herself.
My destiny awaits. as she opened the creaky gates and walked inside.
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