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Name:: Keisha
Age:: 52
Race:: Vampire
Personality:: Misses her Human life, has come to terms with her vampirism, and feeds only on criminals and rats
Character Description::
History:: Keisha grew up a wealthy young girl, in love...to have it all taken away from her one horrible night, she never got to see her family or love ever again, too ashamed to show herself to anyone she loved ever again.



Keisha looking down from the roof of the tallest building in the city, she watched as all the life walked down the streets, keeping an eye for anyone unworthy of life, she was so hungry she could feel it, the weakness in her legs and arms. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, a shady character walking the streets with something bulky in his jacket, she flew down. Her plans to catch the criminal and then make dinner out of him.

Name; Cypress D'Arille
Age 129
Race; Vampire
Personality; Sardonic, but playful; she's tended to avoid adaptation to new technology, at least, as much as possible. Her moods tend to shift very heavily, mostly as a result of past drinking problems that were left behind (along with most other things) in her human life. Now she lives for the here and the then.

Description; She typically wears a long, bell-sleeved red silk gown, but undresses when she's stalking.


History; Cypress was forcibly turned into a vampire by her uncle who... tempted her. She escaped without his influence, but not with her humanity. After the whole terrible affair, she decided that once he died, she could continue to live her life uninterupted. She picked up on the taste of earthly delights, and murdered him via trapping him in a cathidral flooded with sunlight. He was thrown out with the dust that morning.



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Cypress bared her teeth, there was another? The hunger in her brain gnawed at her and filled her with an insatiable bloodlust. However, she noticed that the one after the scoundril was a littler one than she; although she did not typicallyallow others to muscle-in on those she'd stalked, she really had just come upon this man and hadn't an idea of how long the girl had been after him herself. She thought it might be interesting to see her plan of attack.

Keisha flew down at flashing speed, ready to swoop in and catch her kill. When all of sudden out of the corner of her eye she saw another. She looked over, purely out of fear. When ever she ran into another vampire, they always got the better of her. Not paying attention to where she was going she fell into street. Cars going every which way, luckily Keisha had cat like reflexes and was able to get out of the way of the oncoming traffic. She quickly ran into the alleyway near by, breathing heavily she closed her eyes, hoping the other vampire did not see her.

There could be heard from any corner of the alley, an iron-bell's laughter. Never before had Cypress seen anything like that, she wagered the other vampiress was... quite distracted. The older woman had been watching the girl intently, and had indeed noticed her slip-up.

A wafting and breezie voice was blown into Keishas ears; low and obviously thick with the dialect of the French. "Careful petit, you were almost part of la scen d'urban." The laughter again, and a graceful sweep of the hand.

(La scene d'urban= the urban scenery)

Name: Karin Ravenheart
Age: 120
Race: vampire





Karin was the grandaughter of a English showgirl who typically wears a black tanktop and pants and a flower choker. She was turned by an enemy of the family who was determined to make Karin his own. She resented becoming a vampire but after a short time of sucking blood from criminals, she has embraced her new life.


"Hello ladies," said a low female voice. Out of nowhere came a figure shroud in black and red. Wrapped in her arms was a young man who had clearly just been turned.

"Like him?" she asked. "I found him robbing a bank and just had to make him pay. My name is Karin by the way."

"Il est beau, Karin." Cypress mused, glancing the man's pathetic and sagging form up and down as he hung in her embrace. "And it is a pleasure to meet you, if you aren't a hostile." She'd never heard of Karin, but she seemed a bit more experienced than the other girl in their midst. Perhaps they would be friends, perhaps not; it all depended on the reaction of the other two, considering she was pretty easy... unless attacked physically or verbally.

(Il est beau=he is handsom)

" It is a pleasure to meet you, and I'm not a hostile," Karin assured her. "So are you two having a lovely evening? If not, perhaps we could wake young Rafe here and teach him the ways of the undead." She pushed a strand of blond hair behind the man's ear and smiled at his pale face.

"I'm sorry Rafe dear, but I had no choice. You were a naughty boy. Now why don't you wake up and talk to these lovely ladies and me?"
Rafe stirred and stared up at the red eyes looking down on him and shuddered.

"The ways of the undead are not for mortals to know." Cypress told her, as solumnly as anyone might've guessed. However, her stoicism didn't last long. Her thin and pallad lips tilted upward in a smirk that was both beguiling and terrifying. "However, if he is or is not a mortal, we could show him the wonderful cruelty of women, no?"

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Keisha slowly opened her eyes to look at the two ladies. She sighed a deep sigh of relief, they were friendly...or they appeared so. Then she looked at the gentlemen that Karin had in her arms, it was the same fellow she was going to go after. "I never ask my victims their names. Rafe you say?" She walked over to him and lightly touch his throat, feeling his pulse still beats. She quickly closed her eyes and turned away. She could not attack after having known his name. "Please either kill him or let him go."

Karin didn't hesitate. She released Rafe, who fell to the ground. In one swift movement, Karin helped him to his feet.

"Hell mortal," she said. "You have a choice to make: Either you repent your ways and we let you go only to risk being turned by someone else or you refuse and die."


"I will never allow myself to be changed into a vampire!" Rafe spat. "My father told me about your kind and I know what I must do to stop you." He pulled a wooden stake out of his jacket and suddenly didn't seem so handsome.

"Drop it kid, you're outnumbered," Karin advised. "I almost killed you once, don't make me have to try again. What do you think we should do now ladies?"

"He was obviously aware of the presance of our kind in the city, but I doubt that he was a hunter. Kill him." The woman's voice was more cold than it had been the entire time they'd been talking. Her sinewy fingers curled into a sort of pretty talon, and her eyes narrowed to look at the enfeebled man before her.

Then, a striking revolation came to mind; he hated vampire, inherintly apparently. The insidious smile returned to her face, and her voice softened. "Or, we could turn him and keep him blodd-starved until he died hat way?" It was an amusing thought, mostly stemming from her hatred of those who hated. A hypocritical thought yes, but one she felt justified to think

Keisha looked back the human, for a moment just starring at him. "No!! no, please don't turn him!" Her chest and throat tightened like she was going to cry. "Do you remember being turned?? IS it worth hurting everyone else in such a way?? And besides, who knows if he would escape and try to hurt an innocent?" She could not let this happen to anyone else, no more turning. She wiped one lonesome tear off her face.

Rafe's stake fell to the ground as he was pushed from one vampire to another. There were no more thoughts of running away, he was outnumbered and if he tried to run, they would surely catch him. At least two seemed happy to see him dead. The third was willing to spare him. Perhaps he could appeal to her.

"Please miss," he said weakly. "I promise not to do any more crimes. I needed the money to help my sister."

"What's wrong with her?" Karin asked. Rafe looked at his captor with his hatred. He wasn't about to tell her anything.

"What does it matter? Are you going to track her down and try and kill her too?"


Karin frowned. "No, I'm not going to kill an innocent especially if its a child."

Keisha looked at Rafe then at Karin. What was she to do she was outnumbered herself. She looked back at Rafe. Her face soften as she looked in his eyes. She could tell he was telling the truth. "What is wrong with your little sister?" She gently touch his hand. "Excuse me i am going to have a small talk with this gentleman alone. I want to know more." She led Rafe deeper into the alley.

"There is no need to worry I will not hurt you. I want to know more. I am not a hungry heartless, bloodsucker." She gently squeezed his hand, she still had too much humanity left, she could tell the girls were thinking the same thing as she led him away. They looked disgusted and upset. But In her heart, which still had a touch of human left could not stand there and let him be killed, knowing he was that desperate to make such a crime.

Rafe looked at the vampire. She was kind and reminded him of Sophie in that way. He knew he could tell her.

"She's ill and the doctors don't know what to do. She's only ten and already we're afraid of losing her. I stole money from the bank to help pay for the operation. Ever since my mother got fired, our family has no money. My father has done everything he can, but a mechanic doesn't bring in a lot of dough you know?"

He looked anxiously back at the other two vampires. They both gave him the creeps and their cold looks sent shivers down his spine.
"Help me tell those girls I'm not going to hurt them. I just wanted to help Sophie."

Name:: Saikon/Raevor
Age:: 2,000 approx
Race:: Lycan
Personality:: A wise but incredibly powerful Lycan. Saikon is usually in control of his actions but on the full moon his mind changes and he transforms into a new Lycan. This Lycan is known as Raevor, Raevor is a deadly and bloodthirsty warrior. He will kill anything in his path to get what he wants. Even Saikons only ever true love.
Character Description::
Split personality-
Saikon- Calm and lonely. He fears the full moon and always tries to avoid it but his mind forces him to go towards the moon. Strong and courage but also very honourable.
Appearance-


Raevor- fierce, bloodthirsty. Never gives up even when met with silver weaponry. Uncontrolable and savage. he and Saikon are at constant war for control.
Appearance-


History: Saikon was alone in his mind until the age of around 500 when he came across a yound Lycan who called himself Raevor. Saikon and Raevor were best friends until the day when they found a innocent and defenceless vampire in a forest. Raevor wanted to kill him but Saikon thought it dishonourable and when Raevor killed the vampire Saikon dug his claws into the back of Raevor's head. That night though it was a blue moon and as Raevors blood dripped down Saikons body thier minds became combined and every full moon from that day onwards Raevor was once again released to wreak havok on the world.

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Name: Mark Julian
Age: 412 and four months
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Mark is 6'1'' with dark mussy hair. Grey eyes and a chiseled face. Toned, He generally wears jeans and a button down dress shirt in dark colors. His secretary jokingly calls him the "tall dark and handsome" but he really looks more rugged than handsome.
Personality: Mark is a quiet, jaded individual. He doesn't like intimacy, having seen loved ones die from the simple passing of the years. He doesn't believe in much: Karma, reincarnation and that he is not living the natural order of things.
History: Mark was born in the eighteen century in Britain. He worked in a theatre, and even performed a little during the period. But as touted by the plays of the time, unsavory characters frequented the theatre. One such unsavory type is responsible for Mark's present state. Mark then fled England for America and when the 21st century rolled around, he started a internet company at the very beginning of the internet age, capitalizing on the odd hours kept by hackers, most of his employees work nights. He very much likes to keep his life to himself and thus is invested in the quietness and equilibrium.
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Mark stopped across the street and pulled his cigarette from his mouth. He dropped the useless thing to the ground and rubbed it out against the concrete. --Well, well, well...-- There were three pretty little vampires in that alley and one man, not quite dead. He inspected each one weighing the value of intervening in the cat-fight. --If it's not yet, it soon will be-- He thought, regretting losing the cigarette, he pulled another from his pocket. Something to do with hands and mouth to keep from shaking for blood. It appeared that one of the girls had taken it upon herself to speak to the human. Perhaps, that warm body mightn't go to waste once the girls' disagreement escalated.

Keisha looked over her shoulder, seeing another vampire there now, a male. She gazed at him, he was rugged, and she couldn't help but feel attracted to him. She tensed up. She could smell him from where she stood, he smelled so pleasing.

"Look Rafe, i will try to help your sister out. But i want you to get away. I will talk to them and not let them come after you. Do you trust me?"

She walked away before he could answer. Her pale hair whipped behind her as she advanced.

"Ladies, i let him go. I believe what he did was from his heart, we have to give him a chance. He was helping an innocent much like we do, catching criminals. And by the beat of his heart, i could tell he was telling no lies." She eyed the gentleman not too far behind the ladies she was speaking to. If it were possible, she would have blushed, her heart would have stopped even...if that were possible.

Mark took a drag and let it stream back into the night air. His eyes slid over the blonde in the middle and sought out the warm body behind her. The man stood tensed in the corner of the alley, edging toward the street lamps on the other side. orLeft orRight--the heartbeat thumped--orLeft orRight, orLeft orRight. Mark's body tensed and he felt his fingers shaking a little, and took another drag on the cigarette. He flicked his eyes back to the girls. The blonde was still looking at him. He lifted and eyebrow and flicked ash off the cigarette. --Pretty little thing-- he thought. Then the man made his move: Left. Mark waited, listening to the heartbeat speed up and the feet slap the concrete. The girls across the street were not fighting, and the blonde would definitely see him leave if he went after the man. Mark's fingers shook constantly now. He couldn't wait much longer. Sliding his eyes back to the blonde he tipped his head and tossed his cigarette, hopefully she wouldn't follow. He didn't want to be stopped, not tonight. It had been too long.

He side stepped and with the speed and grace of age he slipped through the streets, following the heartbeat. --so long, pretty thing, I've got dinner plans-- he thought as the girls fell out of sight behind a building. He looked back once to make sure he wasn't followed.

Keisha saw the gentleman walk away, she turned around to see Rafe was gone too. "Oh no." She breathed. Her chest tightened, just to set him free, to let him be killed by another. She quietly as possible jumped to the roof and almost painstakingly followed the vampire with rugged looks. She knew he would kill Rafe if he found him. She wanted to see Rafe home safe, if not for his safety, for his family's.

She watched, thinking of a plan, maybe to distract him. She jumped down to him. She walked up to him close. "Hey there. What is a fine, clean gentleman like you doing out so late??"