Zaida (Last name: Unknown)
Hair:Red
Eyes:Change with mood (Originally hazel)
Body: Skinny, but not too skinny
Height: 5'5"
Has an open mind when it comes to guys...Her on again/off again vamp. bf, Andre has short black hair, and light blue eyes 6' 3"...he is romantic in a naughty kind of way...Her fledgling, Deck, was an orphan, he has long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 6'5", he has run away with his new found (mortal) love (named Gabriela) to Venice, and Zaida is finding it hard to let him go. She turns back to Andre, who has waited almost 10 years for Zaida to come back to him, when they meet again they make a passionate blood exchange...(This is all coming from my own vampire story/maybe future novel)
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Name: Zero
Age: 19
gender: Male
Race: Vampire hunter
weapons: automatic 9mm with stock, holy bullets.
looks: Futuristec red armor (think Zero from Megaman Zero)
Bio: a son of a scientist. He was highly trained at gun aiming and shooting. His father designed him special armor to protect him from the dark magic of a vampire and their fangs as well.
(Can i join?)
Zero was walking through the city. His journey taking him to a vampire infested town. He was going to have a long nights work. He walked to a hotel and checked in. His armor in his bag. He smiled at the clerk and paid for the room. He walked up the stairs and into the room. He put his arm on the bed as well as his gun and ammo. He would have to stop by his father's laberatory fopr more bullets. "Well.... i should have enough for ten vampires here..." he said to himself as he loaded his 9mm and attached the glock for premium accurecy, He smirked as he put his helmet on as well as his chest armor. He put his arm guards on as well, along with his leg guards. He opened a small hatch on his right armguard and it showed a counter. "Lets see... in the past year.. i have killed.... two hundred and thirteen vampires..." he said as he closed it "Hopefully i will kill more and free this world of those vermin..." Zero said as he put his gun on an attatchment on his leg guard and opened the window and jumped out into the night, hopefully to find a vampire worth killing.
Name: Nio Hirumota
Age: 14(156)
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Vampire. (Can go into daylight, ages 1-5 human rate.. You know.)
Bio: Been alive forever. I can't take it anymore, I need to die. I can't stand being taken from my freinds and family. They're dead now of course, but I miss normal living. Yeah, I can go out and do things with humans, but with such a short temper, someone may just get hurt. Or worse. I'm living in human residence now, a hotel. Im just inside of a huge city, looks like a New York replica...
Appearence: Picture
Zero was jumping from rooftops. He looked down to see a vampire stalking a helpless girl.(its an NPC, no need to worry peoples 😛) He jumped down infront of the vampire.
"What do you want?!" the vampire hissed
"Your life.." Zero said as he raised his gun and fired instantly before the vampire could do anything.
The vampire was stunned as the holy bullets sunk into his skin. He fell backwards and dissentegrated into the ground. Dead beyond all reason. Zero smirked and looked at the woman of whom was still running. He shrugged and jumped back onto the roof in wait for another vampire to search around for the gunshots.
Name: Saerwen Trochnov
Age (true): 537
Age (appearance): 14
Gender: Female
Hair: Straight, dark-blonde, chin-length, choppy
Eyes (day): White outer areas; jade green iris; round black pupil
Eyes (night): Yellow-orange outer areas; red iris; black cat-like pupil
Skin colour: Extremely pale
Height: 5' 10"
Size: Average
Clothing: Long black trench coat; very loose rough long black pants with large pockets and chains; long sleeved semi-loose black shirt; tall black leather boots with 5" heels and 6 large metal buckles surrounding the outer side of the boot; black canvas bag with chains and the message: "Hell is worth all that! Natural habitat, Just a rhyme without a reason!"* written in spidery red writing on the outer flap-like pocket
Objects carried in bag: Small leather-bound copy of John Milton's "Paradise Lost"; small collection of audio C.D.s, including several Metallica, H.I.M., Kataklysm, and Disturbed albums; a small C.D. player with headphones; and a small dried sprig of Belladonna
Location: Travels around Eastern Europe; calls a medium sized, well-kept castle in Romania home
History:
I originally lived in a small English town just outside of London, and was out with 3 other friends, when we were ambushed in an alley by a Vampire. One of my friends, Tessa Aldran, escaped and told the authorities. I and my 2 other friends became Vampires that night. Tessa unknowingly betrayed us to a life where we would be hunted down because of what fate had planned for us.
The authorities called in Vampire Hunters from the surrounding areas to find and kill us. Forced to flee for our lives, the 3 of us left home, hoping that if we left, the Hunters would give up, but the searches continued. We left the British Isles the following year after raising enough money to take a ship to the European mainland. The 3 of us looked for work wherever we could, but it was hard for girls to find work in those prejudiced times.
For the first 2 years, we lived in an English town on the French coast, earning little money. One of the girls, my friend, called Magda Bosgar, became depressed and foresaw doom in all that we tried to do. 1 year later, tired of the way we were terrified of being discovered by Vampire Hunters, she jumped off a cliff near the village. I and my other friend, whose name was Senda Goodfree, after mourning the loss of our friend, realized that, in a way, Magda had been right about some of the things she had said before she died.
The 3 of us had been thinking for too long about our past. We had tried to hide the truth of what we were for too long. We needed to embrace our new future as Vampires instead of our old past as humans. Magda, Senda, and I had tried to go as long as we could without blood, but after a maximum time of 2 weeks, we had begun to feel weak and dizzy, and had to feed. We chose some of the older homeless people, and we rationalized this by saying "They were living terrible lives. We needed something from them, and we helped them have peace..."
Senda and I left the small coastal French village, and moved inland. We lived in small, suburban cities for over 100 years before finding a castle in the Romanian countryside, and settling there. We did not need to worry about where our vital nourishment, blood, came from, for there were many villages within close proximity to the old abandoned castle.
The 2 of us have lived in that castle ever since, and since that day that Magda died, we have accepted our fate, and not cared about the humans that forced us from our home just because we were a little different than them.
We have seen most of Europe in the 500 years we have been travelling, and we have wondered what America is like. Perhaps we shall soon embark on a journey there. After all, the fear of Vampires has almost completely left the world, and all those we feared in the old days have long since died. Maybe we shall again travel, but this time, not East, but cross the Atlantic ocean and pass into the west...
*From the Metallica song: "Master of Puppets"
Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona woke up early, yawning and stretching her lean body out. She blinked away the sleepiness in her eyes and stood, looking around for Leinhart. Intruiged by the new eight on her back, she managed to spread her wings, losing her balance sson after. She still held the blanket around her body, blushing as she realized she needed clothes.
Leinhart traversed from the forest, he carried with him a sterner aurora. One that carried discipline, hatred, but most of all: fear. He did not bother to look at her when he addressed her, "Up now!" Without giving her a chance to respond, he forced her up. Out embarrassment, she recoiled at the thought of being exposed to him. "Don't worry, your anatomical structure is no stranger to me. Your first task will be to morph your wings into an suitable encasement that is protective against, the sun yet flexible in case you ever encounter an enemy. You have," he paused and focused on the horizon where the first rays of light were escaping, "five minutes."
Camille had glimsed over at james that was now asleep on the couch it was geting dark now.She slowly made her way to the stars her feet moved up the stairs softly not to make any noise reaching the top was her room she grabed her clouths and sliped them on.A nice pair of hug jeans and a black hug top she had brushed her hair in a silk high poiny.She seemed like a vampier but she was humon she trained her self to sleep all day stay up all night.She walked down stairs bord to death.
Originally posted by AORShe stepped back for a moment, a slight element of fear present in her eye. She narrowed them silently and remembered, she didn't submit to fear. She had let her gaurd up for awhile...then she sighed. She still felt thoroughly attached to this feeling. She would not let it go. She would meet his expectations and more.
Leinhart traversed from the forest, he carried with him a sterner aurora. One that carried discipline, hatred, but most of all: fear. He did not bother to look at her when he addressed her, "Up now!" Without giving her a chance to respond, he forced her up. Out embarrassment, she recoiled at the thought of being exposed to him. "Don't worry, your anatomical structure is no stranger to me. Your first task will be to morph your wings into an suitable encasement that is protective against, the sun yet flexible in case you ever encounter an enemy. You have," he paused and focused on the horizon where the first rays of light were escaping, "five minutes."
After a few more failures her body was temprarily exhausted. She felt pathetic. Shona shook her head, he would see her like this. She wouldnt let him.
The sun touched more and more of the land, causing the dew drops to shine extravagantly. The sun seemed to lift itself faster, just to spite her. Finally, with a small, gutteral cry her black wings ebveloped her, only moments before the sun had covered most of the earth. She hid behind them, trying hard to disguise her panting.
Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
She stepped back for a moment, a slight element of fear present in her eye. She narrowed them silently and remembered, she didn't submit to fear. She had let her gaurd up for awhile...then she sighed. She still felt thoroughly attached to this feeling. She would not let it go. She would meet his expectations and more.
" Hn."
She looked sternly, squinting towards the sun's powerfully extending rays. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the blanket fall. She focused hard on the task before her, letting all of her energy move into her intents of morphing her wings. CLenching her teeth she begun, truley thinking she had done it. When she opened her eyes her wings were pitifully outstretched, and the sun had risen even more, stinging slightly her sensitive skin. She flinched and bit her lip, refusing to give up.After a few more failures her body was temprarily exhausted. She felt pathetic. Shona shook her head, he would see her like this. She wouldnt let him.
The sun touched more and more of the land, causing the dew drops to shine extravagantly. The sun seemed to lift itself faster, just to spite her. Finally, with a small, gutteral cry her black wings ebveloped her, only moments before the sun had covered most of the earth. She hid behind them, trying hard to disguise her panting.
Leinhart shook his head, "too slow!" At this reply he lunged foward with lightening speed and struck her on the side with his shin, throwing her into the shallow end of the lake. "Your mind had the urge to retaliate, it saw my movements before I had commenced. But your body is slow, and your wings are a ball than an extention of your skin." He walked over and knelt beside her, tilting his head to the side as he lowered it. "You feelings are what blind you. How is it you can enjoy freedom, if you know not what it's like to be a slave?" He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up, "You will try again," he dropped her and proceeded back to where he stood. "You best hurry, your little charade has cost you time."
Originally posted by Wild-Cherry//Woohoo! Thanks hug\\
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Race: Human
Name: Don Parker
Age (true): 23
Age (appearance): 21
Gender: Male
Hair: Black, short and usually covered by a Black-Hat.
Eyes: Light blue, in brighter light darker-blue with a tint of green.
Height: 6' 0"
Size: Medium Build
Clothing: Wears a black, normal coat during rainy weather. Normally seen in dark T-shirts, no logo's or slogans (etc). (Being Human, he changes his clothes). Blue jeans almost all the time. Dark Blue/Black sneakers.
Personal Effects: Carries a concealed .45 Desert Eagle, unliscensed. Also carries a Swiss Army Knife.
//Is that good?//