...The Dawn Will Ascend In Their Wake.

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My Search Thread
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Hey guys. I'm just gonna list out a few things for ya.
All available characters, plots and pairings will go here.
Also my own personal rules and general guidelines will be listed.
I f you see anything you like or have any questions, please feel free to let me know.

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RULES

 Please use the spell check. Excessive spelling errors is a no go. I understand nobody is perfect, but I've got to draw the line somewhere. I can't write a proper response I f I cannot understand what you have written.


 Please follow the laws of common sense. I f you are a vampire, it would make no sense for you to be walking around all willy nilly in the sun without a legitimate way of doing so. When in doubt, ask! I am more than willing to help you out. Things have to make sense within the story in order for the story to flow.


 There are no all knowing gods here. YOU might know what's going to happen in the story, but your character does not. Unless you are superman or something you're not going to hear a highly trained assassin coming from a mile away. Again, please have it make sense.

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Expectations

 Respect for respect. I will respect your boundaries regardless of I f you reciprocate because that's just who I am. However, I will be extremely less inclined to RP with you I f you are disrespectful But I doubt any of you are.

 Post lengths really aren't an issue for me. My only problem is when 2-3 line posts become a habit. I don't think anyone wants to be a part of a one sided RP. My posts usually are on the short side at an average of 350+- words. But that's just me. So long as the story moves along with mutual effort.

 Timing is also very very lax. I work and have multiple projects I'm working on as well. I'm easily distracted and sometimes won't post for days. That being said, I'm not gonna leave you hanging. I f I'm gonna be gone for more than a few days you will most definitely be informed. And I expect the same from potential partners as well. Nothing worse than the interest in a story dying because neither is sure when the other is coming back. I try for at least a post every other day. But I'll leave it to your discretion.

 Romance Is a definite must-have. It keeps me interested and excited. It doesn't have to be the main focus of the story at all, as long as it is a part of it, I'll be content.

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The List

This is where I will list all the RPs I would possibly be interested in. None of the pairings are definite and everything, whether it be plot or character, is open for adjustments.
I am more than willing to work with you to make an awesome story!

The Key:

Okay...... Roleplays that I'm sort of hesitant to start cuz im not totally versed in the fandom or whathaveyou but am still willing to try.

Good..... Rps I've done before and may be slightly tired of but am still willing to do with the right person.

Better.... Rps I'm really into and that would be really cool to start.

Best..... The best RPs that I can think of. My all time favorites. I would be most pleased to do these.

Shows
Victorious
My Little Pony
Reign
Lost Girl
The Legend of the Seeker
Gotham
RWBY
Scooby Doo
Kim Possible

Movies
The Hunger Games
Chronicles of Riddick
Robin Hood
Avatar
The Little Mermaid
Tangled
Brave
Harry Potter
The Pirates of the Carribbean
Sucker Punch
How To Train Your Dragon

Books
The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini
A Series of Unfortunate Events by Daniel Handler
Maximum Ride by James Patterson
Left Behind: The Kids by Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim LaHaye
Dragonlance by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman
The Cheetah Girls by Deborah Gregory
The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor
Spy High by A.J. Butcher
Remnants by K.A. Applegate
Uglies Series by Scott Westerfeld
The Circle Series by Ted Dekkker

Worlds
Guild Wars
Destiny
Skyrim
Star Wars
Lord of the Rings
X-Men

Songs
Alone Again by Betty Who
Your Lies by 32 Leaves
Call Your Girlfriend (Feed Me Remix) by Robyn
The Star of the County Down by The High Kings
Love Is Not Enough (Slander Heaven Trap Edit) by Above & Beyond
No Good For You by Meghan Trainor
The Red by Chevelle
Save Today by Seether
Still by Daughter
Westfall by A Day to Remember

Plots
#1) I am Horus. The true Pharaoh of Egypt. Blessed to rule by Ra. The gods have chosen me. My enemies are many. They break their backs against the walls of my strength. They spill their blood over the fields of my land. And they fail. An imposter sits on the throne of Egypt. He calls Himself by my name. But he is a fake. I shall win back my home. My People shall be mine once again. I will go to every length to restore Egypt to its shining glory. I will build an army that will crush any resistance. If my brothers will not help me, I will gather my friends to myself. I will not be denied.

I have heard of a land. Whispered from the mouths of travelers. A land that boasts of great warriors and mighty kings. I will seek out these kings; I will offer them riches beyond their wildest dreams. It is said that their gods rival even those in Egypt. Some greater even than I. I will show them what they have yet to learn. I will prove to all the earth that Horus is not to be trifled with. They will see.

In Egypt, It is said that the Pharaoh is the god Horus in human form. However, that is just not true. For centuries, the gods have watched idly as their people dwindle away amongst themselves. A true ruler not among them. Horus is fed up. He grows weary of his people being mishandled and left to decay under the rule of false kings. He will not sit by and watch his beloved Egypt fall to pieces. But his brothers are lazy. To him, they seem to have become drunk with lust and power, blind to their responsibilities. They call him crazy and refuse him aid. Though Ra has given him permission to do as he wishes, the father of the gods refuses to assist his son. So Horus swears to find help somewhere else. To seek that which has been denied him. He will not be deterred.

Many things will happen on the way. Danger and perils, even for a god of Egypt, lay in wait on Horus’ path to glory. The road he follows is uncertain. The lands he ventures into, unknown. Love and luck, fame and fortune, pain and betrayal. Only time will tell what truly lies ahead. However, time is not on his side. Even now, as Egypt grows weaker and weaker under the feeble rule of Amsek-tek I, The Nubian people grow strong , greedy. They want Egypt for themselves; their king grows lustful for the land and has seen the slow descent of the Egyptian nation. Horus must hurry before all is lost and his home which he is so willing to fight for is gone forever.

So, taking on the form of a young man by the name of Kahepset, Horus goes on a desperate journey to find those willing to help in reclaim is throne.

Pairings
Musician x Manager

Fashion Magazine Employee x Model

Sports Star x Stadium Janitor

DJ x Back-Up Dancer

Professional Singer x Hobbyist Musician

Vampire x God/Goddess

Psychiatrist x Patient's Family Member

Demon x Genie

Church Youth Leader x Summer Camp Director

Demi-God x History Teacher

H.S. Student x College Student

Sound Techie x Audio Equipment CEO Intern

Lingerie Photographer x Actress

Waitress x Full Time College Student

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F R E E A G E N T S

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Posted below are characters that are ready to be used. Some of them have a bit of a history already. Each Character is special to me and story selection for them will be kind of strict. Only the best for my babies! I f you have a story you would like one or more to be a part of please feel free to message me, stating the name of the character you want me to use, the plot idea and whatever character you will be playing as.

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They Call Me: Eliana Dobrydawn

The Moon Rises Every Night: 18 Years Old

The Blood In My Veins: Half Fire-Sprite

See How I Tower: 5'2

To Feed Is To Survive: 95lbs


Behind Glass Windows: Golden

Untamed Mane: Red


Only Time Will Tell: Eliana Dobrydawn is the result of an intense love affair between a traveling Fire-Sprite and a young farm girl. Elie, as she likes to be called, grew up in the rolling hills of wine country. She was a sheltered girl then. Her close association with the essence of fire kept her mother in constant worry and anxiety. Though her true nature is one of unpredictable ferocity, Eliana was as docile as a dove. She was brought up under strict regulations and high expectations. She did as she was told, when she was told and with never a peep of protest or questioning. Unfortunately, perhaps is was this upbringing that led her into the dangers that she was to meet on her 16th birthday. After much pleading and oath swearing, Eliana was allowed to accompany the few friends that she had made into town, alone. Without her mother. It was a small town and she was well known. Her wild beauty spoken of often whenever she and her mother were shopping in town. And it was this beauty that led one particular black market slave trader into that very town. It was easy enough to kidnap the oblivious girl. So trusting as she was, a simple "Follow me, Please" was all it took. Thus she has been on the market, sold and resold to the highest bidder.


Change Is The Only Constant: Eliana is easy to handle. She is soft and meek in chacter although, her sprite heritage has been known to rear its fiery head. She never complains feeling and is incredibly eager to please. She has a keen eye for detail and learns at a rate far above the average person.


What Does A Soul Truly Desire?: Soft hands, Gentle smiles, Pleasing the Master, Cleaning, Feeling Protected

Hate Is Such A Simple Word: Failure.


I Am Your Slave: Elie loves with all of her heart and is willing to give everything she has to offer and more.

 

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They Call Me: Kimbrelle Vivien Rogers

The Moon Rises Every Night: 26

The Blood In My Veins: American

See How I Tower: 5'6

To Feed Is To Survive: 127lbs


Behind Glass Windows: Grey

Untamed Mane: Black


Only Time Will Tell: Youngest of 5, Born in Washington D.C. Born blind in both eyes. A special disabilities program allowed her to graduate from the state University with a bachelors degree in Business and Media Publishers. Excellent Typist. Began working for local news paper, later to be hired as a secretary for Etiene Magazine. Though she cannot see, her sense of style is far from impaired. With friends to assist her with color, matching fabrics and pieces of clothing is a bit of a gift for her. She works under the head fashion stylist as an assistant and partial adviser.


Change Is The Only Constant: Kimbrelle is mostly calm and patient, only loosing her temper when pushed past her boundaries. She is fiercely loyal and just as deeply distrustful. The friends she has are for life. Her family is supportive but distant. She values punctuality as well as honesty. Blunt and straight forward is how she moves through life, if not also a bit sarcastic.


What Does A Soul Truly Desire?: Fire places, animals, quiet places, coffee, be shown appreciation, the encouragement she receives from friends

Hate Is Such A Simple Word: Being underestimated, poetry (spoken and written), paint, harsh smells

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『Anais Mercede De Audrey』


The Blood In My Veins:
Half-Vampire, Half-Human

The Moon Rises Every Night:
Twenty-Four

See How I Tower :
5'7

To Feed Is To Survive:
137

Behind Glass Windows:
Brown

Untamed Mane:
Black



Only Time Will Tell:
The story of the birth of Anaïs Mercede De Audrey is said to be one to remember. Brought into the world smack dab in the middle of the First World War, France was in high tension. However, in the midst of so much fear and anxiety, a small baby girl brought joy to the quaint farm that was nestled in the countryside of Avignon. The underground society of vampires that lived there all came out to witness the birth of this little girl. She was not supposed to have lived. Her parents being of mixed blood, it was unorthodox and bizarre. It was so that Anais was half human half vampire. The best of both worlds. Still having the need to consume human blood, she was however, able to go out in the day like a normal human being. She was not as strong as her vampire brethren, but she made up for it by her speed and dexterity. Most importantly, she did not age like a human.

Anaïs Never really fit in anywhere. For her vampire peers, she was too tan, too loud and way too eccentric. On the other hand, humans found her just as strange if not more so. Her need to feed made it almost impossible for her to gain lasting relationships. In essence, Anaïs was all alone. Her only consolation, her escape from the cruel world she had been born into, was fire. She loved it. As a small child she insisted her father teach her how to build a fire in their fireplace. After she had finished her studies, she was often found by the fire just staring into the flames. Her teen years by vampire standards, proved to be the hardest time of her life. She had lived through 2 wars, 13 presidents and the death of her dear father. After so many years in her small secluded hometown, it was finally time for Anaïs to venture out and live independently.
As the years passed by, the love Anaïs held for pyrotechnics only grew. What started off as just a way of escape soon became a part of life. The death of her father left a cold space in her heart, one she could not easily forget. She left home, leaving mother and brothers, to go find a life for herself, away from the sadness that had overtaken that peaceful farm. In the beginning, the art of Fire Eating and Breathing only served as a fun past time and a way to make a small bit of coin. The young vampire traveled all around her home country performing tricks and taking on odd jobs in order to live. It was during one of these performances that she was scouted by a traveling Circus. They loved the work that she did and offered her a position as Fire-breather/Pyro Technician’s Apprentice. Finally she found a place where she belonged. She learned her trade quickly. The old Pyro tech was a kind gentle man who taught her well the comings and goings of the Circus. She toured with the troupe for almost ten years. They traveled all of France and beyond, dazzling the people with their daring acts and exciting performances. She had been promoted to head Pyro only a few years before, the old man breathing his wishes before he died. No one doubted her ability, though some were wary of her presence. There were few comments about her seemingly indefinitely youthful face. However, increases in security because of reported fatalities had made it more difficult to feed. She was nearly starving to death.

It was in Italy, at the time of a chance find, that Anais met a young woman. She was taking her time with her victim she had captured wondering around the shadows of the main tent. He was taking a smoke and however much was her distaste for the stench of nicotine, she needed blood desperately. She used her alluring and seductive voice to bring him deeper into the darkness. The pig was falling all over himself trying to get to her. Her attack was quiet and swift. He realized too late that there were more than lips attached to his neck. So engrossed was she in the taste of fresh blood, she did not here the shuffling of feet behind her. A voice startled her and she turned to look into the eyes of a full blooded vampire. If the circumstances were different she would have offered to share, but she had not had blood for far too long. And who knew how long it would be till she could get more. Her starving fate was changed when the vampire explained that she worked as the sound technician for a band that could possibly help her and give her a better life than the slim pickings of a carnival junkie. It would mean giving up the troupe, but it would be worth it in the end. Anais knew that her time with the circus would be expiring shortly. She looked too young for the years she had been with them, and even though her history was unknown to anyone but herself and the deceased Pyro Tech, she knew that the truth of her heritage would eventually catch up to her. So, gathering her things and saying goodbye to a select few she called friend, Anais Mercede De Audrey ran off in the dead of night.


Change Is The Only Constant
Secretive
Quiet
Violent
Uncontrolled
Explosive
Unpredictable
Kind
Merciful
Seductive
Flirtatious
Mysterious

What Does A Soul Truly Desire:
Explosives
Fire
Dancing
The Band
Performing



Hate Is Such A Simple Word:
Over-emotional people
Being Hungry
Drugs
Bullies
Pink

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They Call Me: Zaylie "ChemZ" Charles

The Moon Rises Every Night: 21

The Blood In My Veins: Mermaid

See How I Tower: 5'4

To Feed Is To Survive: 121lbs


Behind Glass Windows: Hazel

Untamed Mane: Blonde


Only Time Will Tell: Youngest of three sisters, Zaylie was the final strike to a crumbling marriage. Her father, a merman driven in desperation and frustration was the most willing of victims to a siren who lived just off the southern coast of New Zealand. With the birth of his third and final child, his wife forced upon him a choice: Leave that life behind, or leave her. He chose the former, abandoning his children and lover. The siren, however, had very little use for a three squealing girls. Appealing to a sea witch, the siren had the children cursed as permanent air breathers and they were cast out from the sea.

Though the oldest were old enough to understand what had happened to them, they were happy to be free of a place where no one seemed to want them. Deeming it a much easier route, the two girls decided not to ever tell Zaylie of the truth, figuring they were all better off.

Be smitten by their lovely appearance and faces that reminded him of his younger years, an old man took the girls in from the shores of the beach where they lived and brought them to his home. His wife, at first, was displeased but soon she too fell under their spell. When the elder couple eventually died, as they were quite old, a huge inheritance was left to the three girls. Watching her elder sisters pack up leave behind the quiet life they once knew, Zaylie could only sit and watch. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep her thoughts from the sea and the deep feeling of loss she felt. Her adopted father had told her that it was where she belonged, where her heart lied. He told her how he had found them, lost and alone, feeding like vultures off of fish washed to shore.

Still, Zaylie could not stay in that sad house any longer, so she moved far away, in order to shake herself from her depression. She had always had an ear for music, the songs she would sing seeming to enchant all who listened. A trait her elder sisters seemed to lack. It was her gift. However, as she had grown, she lost the will to sing, for it only seemed to worsen her sadness. She didn't want to stray for from music though, and so decided to play others music as a DJ.


Change Is The Only Constant: Zaylie, subconsciously, tries to make up for the emptiness she feels inside by being outwardly loud and rambunctious. Her straightforward and in your face attitude can, to most, be off putting. Her affinity for honesty is almost painful. She will not ever hesitate to express superficial, basic emotions, as long as they are only surface deep. Inside, she's a quiet sea. Time alone with her would prove how much of an act her loud persona is. Her moods wane like the moon, her true emotions crystal clear if anyone bothered to look close enough.

What Does A Soul Truly Desire?: All she really wants is to be with the sea, to live by in its waters, to swim. She spends an incredible amount of time in the shower/bath, where she feels safest. She also, however, loves to travel. She drowns all her sorrows and otherwise overwhelming feelings in music. Surprises both delight and frighten her, still she rushes into the unknown, loving the rush of not knowing.

Hate Is Such A Simple Word: Silence is not an option for Zaylie. She has to have sounds in the background, music in the day, white noise at night. Always her head phones never are far from her. Zaylie is a free spirit, she loves all things new and bright and interesting. Dull things, colors, activities will have her stomping off to find something more worth her while.

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They Call Me: Vasya Evelina Faolán

The Moon Rises Every Night: Visibly reflects early to mid 20's years of age

The Blood In My Veins: Werewolf

See How I Tower: 5'8

To Feed Is To Survive: 130lbs


Behind Glass Windows: Yellow at night, Hazel in the sunlight

Untamed Mane: Black


Only Time Will Tell: Vasya Evelina Faolán was born into a family of nomadic werewolves. Her father, Asher, had been head of the pack for many years. Her mother, Viorica, was his favorite mate. Because her mother was so favored, Vasya too was given special treatment. She was allowed anything her heart desired. Where ever they traveled, Vasya and her mother were given the very best the pack leader could offer. Indeed the little Lycan was spiled rotten. However, Vasya was never satisfied. She always wanted more, better. Her ambitions created tensions within the pack. As she grew older and more influential, her father became impatient with her antics and behavior within the pack. Seeking to appease her thirst for power, he bought her a slave. Her first slave. Vasya was delighted. She made the poor chained girl do whatever it was she wanted it to. Everything. Unfortunately, instead of reducing her need, the slave only served to feed into her hunger. Vasya greatly enjoyed lording over her slave. She wanted more. When she reached the fullness of her physical growth, Vasya abandoned the pack and made off in the night with her slave in tow. She would start her own pack, and rule whoever she pleased.


Change Is The Only Constant: Vasya is cunning and seductive. She knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it from you. There are no misunderstandings with her, only compliance. Though used to getting what she wants, Vasya is no fool and knows sometimes the best is yet to come. Patience is key. She will take care of you so long as you take care of her. Ignorance Is not an excuse accepted for very long. You learn or you die. So is the way of the pack.


What Does A Soul Truly Desire?: Cuddling by a warm fire, inflicting physical harm, challenges, obedience, females, feeling dominant, being in charge, a good chase

Hate Is Such A Simple Word: Insolence, denial of any sort, feeling out of control, bright lights, the mediocre, anything less than excellence


I Am Your Master: Kind but stern. Has patience but a ruthless temper once pushed over the edge. Loves you as long as she is controlling ever aspect of your life. You don't even piss without Pack Leaders permission. Will not tolerate disobedience of any kind. Failure to comply and do as you are told will result in severe punishment and/or permanent extermination.

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『Audie Evelina Celestia Kaydr』

Bio:
Audie Kaydr was born into a well to do family in a town called Edgewater in the city of Chicago. Gangs and violence were a strong presence in the town. When Audie was only four years old her dad was murdered in a drive by. Growing up with a single mom and five other brothers and sisters put a hard edge to the young girl who had to fight for attention and basic needs. It wasn't long before she began to get involved with the gangs there. At just 12 years old she was on her way to becoming a juvenile delinquent.

It was in high school that Audie finally started to turn her life around. With the help of a caring and persistent counselor she was able to leave the gang and get ahead in life. She soon discovered she had a real talent for art. Even when a part of the gangs she was always called upon to draw and sketch tattoos for the members. At school she flourished. Upon graduation she was admitted a full scholarship to the Art Institute in Chicago.

College changed Audie completely. With her success in drawing and photography, her hard edge softened and a more docile and gentle woman emerged from the ashes of her rough childhood. She was able to graduate with a double major in Fine Art and Photography giving her an Associates Degree in both areas. Always being the friendly type, Audie made many friends in life. A childhood friend had heard of her success in school and had decided to follow her. He too was able to get to college. However, unlike Audie, he dropped out to start his own tattoo parlor all the way in California. Through one of her siblings, he was able to contact Audie and ask for her help. She quickly accepted the position as one of the head artists. Though she had enjoyed her time in college, she missed the thrill of creating something that would affect someone's life and that they would love.

Personality/Likes/Dislikes:
Audie is a pretty quiet person. She doesn’t talk very much but is capable of holding a long conversation. She’s friendly to a fault and everyone who knows her loves to stay in her calm and gentle presence.

Although she has a kind heart, she is not afraid to tell the absolute truth whether or not you like it. She loves tattoos and piercings, usually coming up with a new one ever few months. She also loves to dye her naturally blonde hair different colors.

Audie will accept anyone no matter race, gender or anything. Though she will not reproach you for calling her bisexual but she refuses to label herself as she feels she is a free spirit that cannot be placed into a single mold. She absolutely despises cruelty and abuse of any kind. She has a quiet demeanor but if you cross her a beast will be unleashed.

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『Shannah Dorabella Parker』


The Blood In My Veins:
Vampire

The Moon Rises Every Night:
Twenty-Two

See How I Tower :
5'4

To Feed Is To Survive:
124

Behind Glass Windows:
Brown

Untamed Mane:
Bright Red


Only Time Will Tell:
Shannah Dorabella Parker was born in her cottage home in Dover, England. The sea and the surf surrounded that sweet baby girl. Her parents, Jenna and Robert Parker, wanted to give the very best to their daughter. Whatever she liked, they made available to her. Shannah grew to be a very diverse child. She got into everything. Surfing, art, music, math, and poetry all seemed to hold a spark of interest for the girl. At the age of six, music proved to be the outlasting subject. The appearance of her first drum set opened a whole new world of creativity for Shannah. Her prowess was duly noted as she entered every talent show throughout her primary school years. When the teen years finally reared its head, Shannah was accepted into one of the very best music schools all the way in London. The young women flourished inside of those castle like walls. Her open and outgoing personality seemed to liven the academy halls. She made friends easily with any and all she encountered, loving the social interaction. Her friendly disposition allowed her to befriend a very strange character. Haunting the dark corners of the school was a very small girl. After seeing her constantly alone after the second year, Shannah decided to talk to her. She found that the girl was not like the other students. She was not mean or a bad person, just could not stay in the sun. Therefore she kept to the darkest parts of the school. Not one to judge another, Shannah became close friends with the outcast. Unfortunately, danger laced its thick vines closely around their friendship. Shannah was unaware, however, that the closer she became with her friend, the closer she become to her own demise.

The end of her term at the academy had come. Many things were changing. Through visits and letters from home, she had found of her new siblings, a boy and another girl. Her skills as a musician and a performer were finally paying off. She had been offered a full scholarship to one of the best music colleges in the country as well as an apprenticeship at a local record label. Everything was going wonderfully. It was on the night before her first final of the year that everything turned off-kilter. She frequently liked to roam the halls at night. The cool air helped to clear her mind and relax her. On this particular night, the school seemed to hold a sinister enigma within its shadowed corners. It was not long before she came upon her friend. In the dark it was hard to see, but from the long stresses she knew it was her friend and someone was with her. Quietly and slowly Shannah moved closer. What came into view turned her blood to ice. Her eyes locked with the cold hard eyes of a vampire. Her friend was a vampire. And she was feeding off of someone right there in front of her. Shannah couldn’t run or scream or even breathe. She stood there in silent horror as her friend, wasting no time, dropped the victim to the ground and came for her. Seconds before she was attacked, Shannah slammed into action. They grappled and fought for what felt like hours. The girl’s nails were sharp and had managed to tear through Shannah’s clothes and into her skin. Shannah hissed through her teeth at the pain as she fought desperately to keep away from those deadly teeth. Using her fists, she beat at the girls face. Blood splattered as bone gave way. Then she was on the defensive again. The other girl was so much stronger than Shannah for so small a figure. They were both bleeding now, and it smeared and spread over them. Shannah tried to ignore the burning in her arm and the blood that had gotten in her eyes as she tried to get the upper hand. The scratches on her body bled onto the ground making it slick. In an attempt to get out from under the other girls assault, Shannah slipped and fell onto her back. She knew even before she hit the ground that she was finished. She did not scream as those razor like teeth sunk into the soft skin of her neck. She growled and fought still, with the hope that she could still get free, but to no avail. As the lights began to fade from her eyes, her last memory of that night; the blurry view of the vampire biting it’s own arm, the hard metallic taste of blood on her tongue and at last, before she faded away, the soft warmth of the sun as it rose to claim the morning. In the nightmares that would follow her brutal battle, a voice always echoes “….You should not have come here….”.
Shannah felt the change before she saw it. She woke inside of the nurse’s office at her school.

The medics there later explained to her how she had been found in a pool of blood in the schools courtyard. Though whose blood it was had been put under immediate analysis. As for her, she seemed perfectly sound. Not a scratch was found on her. Her skin was clean and clear as if she had not just come from a violent vampire attack. An administrator soon came in to inform her of the investigation that was going on because of her. Whose blood had she been covered in? Why was she in the courtyard at so late an hour? It was all too much. A nurse saw her growing anxiety and made to usher the paparazzi out of the room. Once they were all gone, the nurse shut the door and began working very quickly packing the things that Shannah had with her. Telling her patient to rise, the woman led Shannah to a hidden back door and sent her off. She knew exactly what had happened to Shannah. The clothes she had worn were proof that she had been attacked. After teaching Shannah how to retract her newfound canines, the nurse bade her get all her stuff and flee from the school. And so she did.

It was a very rough three years for Shannah. Upon learning of the horrors that had happened to their once beloved child, the Parkers promptly disowned their daughter, wanting to keep the violence away from their new babies. With the money that they had so kindly given her before ostracizing her for the rest of her life, Shannah tried hard to find work. She traveled around as a sound tech for some time, doing the best to utilize the skills she had learned from her time in London. Going on her twenty second year of life, she found herself in Florence, Italy working with a pop band who was touring there. She really did not care much for the band at all, preferring the dark riffs of metal rather than the yuppie sounds this group of girls had to offer. They were to be there for a week for the Summer Solstice Festival. That particular band only played one night, so the rest of the time was spent just enjoying Italy. Usually Shannah tried to stay away from crowded places. She still had a hard time adjusting to her transformed body. However, as she was strolling through the allies of a small town, she began to hear music. The whispers of melodic riffs and heavy vocals flooded her senses, filling her with such a longing to find where the music was coming from. After walking many blocks, following the steady increase of volume, she finally came upon a small but spacious villa. It had been converted into a type of club. The music blasted through its walls, filling the whole neighborhood. Too intrigued to remember her self-consciousness, Shannah entered the dimly lit nightspot. She was amazed at what she saw. Inside the huge room was filled with vampires. Some lounged on couches, while others crowded the threshold in front of a band that was performing on stage and still more sat at the bar enjoying a drink. Shannah was mesmerized by the band. The melodies that twisted their way from the guitarist took her by the heart and broke it to pieces. The way it melded with the smooth lilted vocals took Shannah by the ears and held her stay where she was. And in her being she felt she was a part of. Her mind played her part so well, as if she were up there with them. She could have stayed there forever.

It was too soon that the band finished their show. The young vampire had not noticed the people who had been milling out of the club around her. As the sun began to rise she realized that she had stayed there all night. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she decided right then and there that she had much to contribute to this band. As fate would have it, the band was in search for a drummer. She met with their manager and set up an audition. Before the summer solstice festival ended, she was a proud member of that band. She quit her job with the pop junkies and, taking her few belongings, joined ranks with one of the most popular vampire bands Italy had to offer.


Change Is The Only Constant
Funny
Energetic
Friendly
Out going
Out Spoken
Opinionated
Sly
Sarcastic
Optimistic
Flamboyant
Wild
Impulsive
Charismatic


What Does The Soul Truly Desire:
Music
Singing
Drumming
Racing
Competition
Dancing
Winning Arguments
Being Surprised
The Band
Making Faces
Being Random

Hate Is such a Simple Word:
Quiet People
Shyness
Being Ignored
Pumpkins
Tomatoes
Being opposed
Losing
Forgetfulness
Laziness
Writers Block
Slow People(works both ways)
Yuppie Music

[Pyrilios]

They Call Me: Asta Ra’d

The Moon Rises Every Night: 22

Behind Glass Windows: Hazel

Untamed Mane: Black

See How I Tower: 5'10

To Feed Is To Survive: 167

Change Is The Only Constant: Asta is a loner and likes to keep to himself. He does very little to interact with other people. He’s a hunter by trade, loving the thrill of the chase and a fresh kill, regardless of the game. He speaks when spoken to and sometimes not even then. He would not hesitate to risk his life protecting the people he cared about, if he knew of any. With nothing to keep him in one place, he is constantly traveling.

What The Soul Truly Desires: Hunting, daggers, nature, animals, quiet places and completing a task.

Hate Is Such A Simple Word: Fire, death of the innocent, blackmail, threats, losing his prey, useless chit chat and being questioned.

Only Time Will Tell: Asta Ra’d grew up the only child of a gypsy and a mercenary. At only three years old his mother dies in a great fire caused by those who feared her people’s magic. With no other family to look after him, the killer turned father took charge of his son. Asta was not the quickest wit. Though his father cared, the scars on the young boys back was proof of his ignorance. His father hoping to beat his life lessons into his son. However, Asta grew strong and capable under the steady teachings of his father. His father, however stern and relentless he acted, was proud of his son and believed that he was ready to become a man. So, on the eve of his thirteenth birthday, Asta was presented with a bow. His father had saved it for him. The only remains of his mother that had been salvaged from the fire so many years ago. With the gift being given, the first and last hint of affection he would ever receive, Asta embraced his father, and watched him walk right out of his life forever.
Asta follows close to his father’s footsteps, becoming a bounty hunter at the age of sixteen. His slight, wiry build flowed well with the hunting profession. As a newborn, his mother had used all of her waning power to protect her son. In all that he does, Asta lives his life to make his parents proud. He strives everyday to honor the sacrifices they made for his survival.

Weapon: Recurve Bow

Abilities: Super Speed—Runs Great distances at speeds far surpassing those of human capability
Teleportation--- Able to teleport to places he has seen before. This a skill rarely used as it saps a nearly crippling amount of energy from his limbs
6th sense--- Asta can sense when there is ill will in someone’s eyes and/or behavior. It is not very prominent skill however, because it can be easily missed if his mind is not alert.

Anything Else: Asta has no preference when it comes to sexual relationships. If he finds you attractive, you are as good as his. He never forgets a face, though he does have a hard time with names. He cannot read very well. Also, there always seems to be an animal at his side, usually a predator of some sort.

My Theme Song: Shadows

[Pyrilios]

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∞ Kaillan Desirai Aleksije ∞

The Moon Rises Every Night:
Seventeen

Behind Glass Windows:
Brown

Untamed Mane:
Red

See How I Tower:
5'5

To Feed Is To Survive:
136

Only Time Will Tell:
Kaillan Desirai Aleksije was born into this world possibly the most pampered and spoiled person alive. Guilt and pity riddled her premature birth. Stress from a recent divorce caused this red-headed brown eyed bundle to enter the world three weeks early. Her father, devastated that he wouldn’t be around for his new baby girl, swore to do all he could to bring her happiness, even from a distance. It wouldn’t prove to be a difficult task for the wealthy business owner. His construction company has built more than half of the cities office buildings and store fronts. Her mother also made a similar vow, one which the law firm she worked for could more than handle. Kaillan was to be as privileged as it gets. And perhaps it was this sort of lawless and over-lavishing love that Kaillan grew to be the monster that she was. With both parents unwilling to deny her anything, she was a wild, reckless, impulsive and unpredictable child. It got no better when her schooling began. She terrorized the teachers as well as the students. Theft and physical assault were common place in her monthly reports. It wasn’t until Kaillan was found trying to light paper on fire did her mother finally pull her out of the elementary school.

Kaillan started 2nd grade at home. Unfortunately, she was no less unruly at home than she was at school. Many times ripping her work books and refusing to study. Finally her mother had had enough. Being pregnant again, she just couldn’t handle Kaillan anymore. Christmas the following year found Kaillan on the other side of the world with her grandparents. She was there to work. And work she did. From before the sun rose till all her chores were done, Kaillan helped around the farm her grandparents owned. Outburst and temper tantrums only rewarded her with the paddle here. She wasn’t allowed to leave until she had earned enough money to buy her own ticket back home. In the four years it took her to gain her return home, she learned a great many things while tilling those dew covered fields and wondering the old dusty village. On the eve of her twelfth birthday she was given her last days pay. She returned home the next week with more than just a few extra bags. When asked about her stay, Kaillan refused to give details, simply replying that it was something to remember. Shortly after her return, besides having a new baby sister, life went on as usual. Her home studies started up again along with her monthly visits to her father’s house.

The summer before freshman year of high school, Kaillan's mom announced that she was going to enroll her daughter into school on the condition that she stayed completely out of trouble. The moment there was any sign of her old behavior, she would be slammed back into home school until college. Freshman year was the start of a whole new life for Kaillan. If she wanted to stay in school she had to become someone totally else. So, with this state of mind she began to separate her home life completely from school. At school she was as normal and typical as she could be. Even when her skill as a cheerleader was becoming well known, she did not allow her guard down. However, her resilience was being tested. Kaillan held a secret in the deepest parts of her soul. One she guarded with her life. Her first girl crush had blossomed in the fields of her grandparents farm. Since then she had understood so much more about herself. Still, she had to keep it hidden, only, this new arrival to school was proving to be more than she could cope with. And Kaillan, trapped between her burning heart and her popularity at school, felt the first crack in her double roles. Though she swore to herself, she would keep those parts of her true self out of school, Kaillan could feel her grip slipping.

Senior year proved to be the roughest year by far. Her promotion to cheer captain rushed her forward as one of the most talked about students in the whole school. Pressure was coming in on all sides. Pressure to lead the squad to the State Championships. Pressure to be the smartest, the prettiest, the coolest. It was all becoming too much. She needed an escape before she blew it in front of all her paparazzi-like peers. This year was her year. She only had to keep it together for one more year. Keep that beaten and battered mask on for just a little while longer....

Change Is The Only Constant:
Quiet
Secretive
Funny
Impulsive
Self-Centered
Rebellious
Hard-Working
Reliable
Self-Disciplined
Distant
Intolerant
Taciturn


What The Soul Truly Desires:
Quiet Corners
Red Roses
Working Out
Dancing
Girls
Listening To Music
Chocolate
Being Naked
Being Clean
Watching the Sun Rise
Being Complimented
Sex


Hate Is Such A Simple Word:
Dirty Laundry
Ignorant People
Jocks
Boys Who Don't Have A Clue
Drugs
Peanuts
Cheap Products
WannaBe's
People Who Won't Shut Up
Diaries
Cheese
Processed Food
Facial Hair

[Pyrilios]

TAKEN

They Call Me: Delaila Van Åsta

The Moon Rises Every Night: 676

The Blood In My Veins: Vampire

See How I Tower: 5'8

To Feed Is To Survive: 131lbs


Behind Glass Windows: Grey

Untamed Mane: Black


Only Time Will Tell: The first born of her mother's 26 children, Delaila was the pride of her family. With eyes that shone like moonlight and hair blacker than a raven's wing, she was indeed the fairest of them all. Even on Olympus, the Gods were in awe of her glory. All save one. Aphrodite was in a fury. Even as a young babe it was certain the child would grow to outshine even the Goddess herself. She was in a seething, vengeful rage.

Delaila's mother was frantic. Her previous work as a spy/assassin for the kings of old gained her favor with Hades, the Lord of the Dead. Tens of thousands of souls had he since claimed because of her. In an act of mercy, yet more of greed, Hades slipped in a dream knowledge of Aphrodite and her plans to destroy her daughter. Just as he had hoped, Delaila's mother pleaded to him, praying fervently with offerings of innocent blood. She would do anything to protect her daughter from total annihilation from the jealous Goddess.

Hades was most pleased with her surrender and offered her daughter protection. At a price. Delaila would keep her beauty, and safety from the hands of Aphrodite. In exchange.... She would become an internal monster, a vampire, living as an agent of his will. She would not age past adulthood, she would not die.

Desperate, and without giving her now nearly fully blossomed child a choice, the mother accepted the offer and thus Delaila was no longer mortal, yet, no longer truly alive.



Change Is The Only Constant: Delaila is all darkness all the time. Silently brewing in her despair at the injustice of the Gods. She rarely speaks choosing instead to stare into the eyes of her victims until they surrender. As time has progressed, she has been able to adapt, blending in well with those persuaded by the occult/Goth variety. She is death. And everyday it eats at her conscious. No one could possibly know what it's like to live for so long, slowly losing the memory of the person you once were. The monster inside of her, drowning in the blood of countless people. She lives her life certain that no one has cared or will ever care to understand her. She longs for the day, someone, anyone, shows her what its like to feel alive again.


What Does A Soul Truly Desire?: Delaila likes the wind, one of the few things she allows herself to feel. The harsher the better. The bitter cold matches the dark depression within her. She sticks to shadows, although Hades allowed her to walk among the sun rays in order to provide him more souls, she still prefers the comfort of darkened spaces. Unlike some others she has met, Delaila is not simply a beast unto the world. She is a player in the chest match of life and death. She is a tool, her life a payment of debt. She will does not ever scavenge for blood, though she needs it to survive, she refuses to drink from animals or already deal bodies. If she has a job to do, she'd rather not waste the curse of her feed on decaying flesh.

Hate Is Such A Simple Word: There is nothing Delaila despises more than Olympus. It's cruel, evil, manipulative, selfish inhabitants have festered a hatred inside of her that smothers all else in its wake. She is a slave and a pawn. As worthless and as useful as they deem appropriate. The gods are the very reason she will never live the life she often dreams of. Her resentment hovers her skin like a dust cloud, smudging her view of the world with its dirt and debris.