Name:
Lieutenant Raziel
Gender:
Male
Age looks:
Depends
Actual Age:
2,000
Race of Vampire:
Razeliam
Abilities:
Unknown to himself or others
Weapons:
Soul Reaver

Background History:
Raziel served as a Lieutenant under a vampire named Kain. He was his right hand man, given more power then the other five of his clan. Surpassing Kain by evolving a pair of batlike wings, he is condemned to execution, and cast into the Lake of the Dead. While thought to be an act of jealousy, Legacy of Kain: Defiance later reveals that Kain executed Raziel in order to create a creature with free will, capable of altering history. Reanimated in the Spectral Realm as a wraith by The Elder God, Raziel serves as the deity's "angel of death", stalking the ruined landscape of Nosgoth in hopes of confronting and destroying his five undead brethren, and eventually Kain himself. In the Necropolis, Raziel finds and slaughters his brother Melchiah, then travels to the Pillars of Nosgoth where Kain's throne is seated. He battles Kain, but is overpowered; Kain attacks Raziel with his legendary sword, the Soul Reaver, which unpredictably shatters as it strikes his body. Kain departs, strangely satisfied, while Raziel slips into the Spectral Realm. There, he discovers the vampiric spirit formerly dormant in the Reaver, which binds itself to his arm as a symbiotic weapon. Advised by the spectre Ariel, Raziel then pursues and slays his sibling Zephon. Traveling the land, Raziel reaches the long-abandoned Tomb of the Sarafan, where he discovers a crypt of sarchophagi inscribed with his own name and those of his brothers (and Malek). Infuriated and startled by the gravity of Kain's blasphemy in raising Sarafan priests as vampires, he resumes his journey, systematically tracking down and consuming the souls of his brothers Rahab and Dumah. Deep within the northern mountains, he chases down and battles Kain, but is cheated of vengeance when Kain activates the Chronoplast (a magical time machine) and slips into Nosgoth's past. Raziel soon made his way into the Vampire Kingdom, where he forgot his past, moving on. He soon founf his love, Veronica. They spent much time together, finding a bond in each other. They left together, to create their own kingom, made of pure darkness.
Picture:
His True Form

His Dark Form

Name:
Xavier Essix
Gender:
Male
Age looks:
19
Actual Age:
5,239
Race:
Winter Lycan
Personality:
Calm, open minded, yet silent.
Distinguishing features:
He has a scar that runs on the under side of his jaw, a few scars in between his ribs, from being stabbed at varies times.
Abilities(no god like powers):
Xavier is a true swordmen, skilled from a few hundred years of practice. He is also handy with a gun, with amazing aim. Psychokinesis & Telekinetics are also part of his aray of powers, along with the ability to shift into his wolf form.
Weapons:
Two Silver German Lugers, 1 white Sawn-Off Shotgun, and a single black bladed sword
Background History:
Xavier Essix was born in Rome. Born into a family of farely rich and somewhat high class, he was raised in a good childhood. His parents both loved each other, and Xavier. Xaviers parents sent him to a private school, allowing him to learn and gain the best education possible. Soon, he was a top honors student, the top of his class, soon surpassing the teachers themselves. He practiced Roman religion for a while, studying it rather then believing it. He learned of the many gods, allowing his mind to seek out answers that weren't clearly answered. Soon, war raged, the city of Troy was attacked, and he was enlisted to fight.
As a spartan, he wore his uniform, gaining in the ranks of the army just as he did in his schooling. Soon, he became general, and higher. After a few years, he was appionted the leader of the army, leading to war after war. After many years of this, he led his troops home, letting them rest easy knowing they had served their leaders and each other well.
At the age of 30, Xavier was walking through the night city, taking a stroll, when suddenly, from the dark, a cold grasp held him tight. A hand covered his lips, holding back any noise, and his arms were restrianed. He was pulled into the darkness, beaten brutally and left for death. Blood spewed from his punctured wounds, his body lay still. As death crept over him, a warm hand laid itself over his head. Slowly, warmth spread through his viens. Pins and needles tingled over his body. He had no idea what was happening, but he couldn't fight it. Soon, he lost all thoughts, and blackness fell over him.
Xavier wook from a deep sleep. His body was wrapped in bandages, his mind a bit boggled. He had no idea where he was, or how he got there. Sitting up, he looked about, taking in all that was around him. After a few moments, a woman walked through the entrance of the room. Immediately, he lept from the bed, standing, and nearly falling over. Pain swept over his body, and he fell to his knees, his eyes never leaving the woman. The woman walked foward cauitously. "I am not here to harm you my dear. I have saved your life, giving you a second chance to live once more." Xavier was puzzled. Slowly, he rose to his feet, the woman moving foward, looping her arm around him, keeping him steady. "Sit my boy, sit." Nodding, he dropped onto the bed, keeping in an upright postion. He listened as she explained to him, that he was no longer human, that he was a new creature, a beast. As he listened, he thought of the possibilties he could do with this new power. Realizing what she might have just unleashed, she urged him to leave this place, go far, far away.
With that, Xavier rested a single night more, and took the offered horse, riding deep into the next day. He wasted no time in finding his way away from Rome, making his way across the borders. He found his way to Russia, seeking a pack. Finding one, he allowed himself to remain in his wolf form for many years. Once more, he was able to move through the ranks of even the wolf pack. He over saw things, watched as many rose and fell, and years past before he stepped down, and moved on once more.
A few thousand of years later, Xavier found himself in the middle of Midievil Ages. Over the many a years. Baron to Edward the Confessor, he served him till his death in 1066. Xavier had earned himself the title of Knight. He watched as King Harold II rose to power. He served him as his Knight as well, before becoming his Duke. Xavier served for many a years under this man, becoming his friend, till he realized that the only thing he wanted was domination of the countries. So, he left, fleeing to neighboring countries. He allowed himself to become the wolf once more, for three hundred years.
Three hundred years later, he found himself fighting for the king of England, against the trying Americans. He faught for him, trying to pervent them from founding this new land. After seeing what the King turned out to be, he joined the Americans, fighting the ones he had been fighting with. He helped them, saw them through to victory.
Ater he settled himself down in America, the twentieth century came faster then he thought. The Second World War raged on, and he flew to Germany, fighting the Nazi, and assisting in the murder of Hitler. With that, he gained the two German Lugers that he still carries with him, at all times. Time passed, and he made his way back to America, finding the city of Mecca. He allowed himself to remain there, free of the need to travel once more.
Character Description or Picture:

Name:
Fang
Gender:
Male
Age looks:
25
Actual Age:
750
Race Of Vampire:
Demonic
Abilities:
Fang can summon dark forces. His finger nails grow, and if touched by them, you will feel unbearable pain scorch through your body. He releases built up engery of dark spirits and things that have yet to pass onto the underworld.
Weapons:
His nails, his mind and the dark spirits and forces that are naturaly around him.
Background History:
Picture:

Erin Geller

Name:Thorn Knightly
Gender: Male
Race of Vampire: Ice Vampire
Age Actual: 9,583
Age Looks: 30
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Weight: 210
Status: Married
Personality: Calm and relaxed
Distinguishing Feature: A scar that runs from the base of his spine to the base of his neck
Power: He can summon creatures of pure ice, create shields of ice, and freeze things.
Weapon Of Choice: A curved blade made of unbreakable ice
Appearance:
History: Born in the lands of the North, he was given the power of ice. He was raised as a calm child, always to respect those around him, and to love what was given to him. The older he grew, the more he learned. He was taught by the oldest vampires of his coven. He was taught to fight with the power of ice, to make it his power. The more he learned, the more he learned to conrtol it. Soon, he could make things that no other vampire of his kind could do. Soon, his powers exceded his elders, and they taught him the last of what he needed. After a few years more of training, he made his way away from the North lands, traveling till he came upon the Kingdom of the Vampires. He arrived on a beach, meeting the first vampires outside of his coven there. The one he remembers the most was, Jade. He grew to know her, and after years of being in the coven, his brother joined him. His borther, Vince, was married soon. Not long after, so was Thorn. Thorn married Natasha, daughter of Jayde. After their wedding, they made love, and soon, Ruby was born into the Kingdom. A year or so passed before they made the choose to leave, leaving the Kingdom behind. But, serveral years passed, and they found their way back.

Name:
Vincent Knightly
Subspecies:
Ancient? Otherwise, he's a special Foresaken (Explained in Bio)
Age:
9,983
Gender:
Male
Light or Dark:
Dark
Height/Weight:
5'11, 230LBS
Eye color:
Blueish grayish/silver
Hair color/length:
Black/chin length in places, shoulder in others, and very short in the very back of his head
Distinguishing features:
He has a few scars inwhich were not healed after his Transformation, and a few he gathered after it
Likes:
He has a fascination with history, even though he has lived within it. He likes to know what was going on around him, in places that he was not there to view the event itself.
Dislikes:
Heat. Not the sun itself, but heat. He hates to feel hot, and if caught in a place that is hot, he will start to panic after a while.
Powers/Talents/Gifts/Abilities/Strengths:
Vince has a keen sence of hearing, better then normal vampires. His sense of smell is also more effective then other vampires. He trained himself to use his natural sense of touch, to be able to touch things, without being near them, meaning he has the power of psychokinesis. He further took this power, and redirected into moving things that were cold, such as ice, and snow. Along with that, he devoloped the ability to created things that were cold
Weaknesses:
As stated, he is sickened by the feeling of too much heat. So things like a flame, electricty and other heat producing things panic him
Personality:
He is odd; he feels sympathy for creatures, like wolves and bears, but if he witnessed a murder, he would feel nothing. He his a
rather silent type, speaking only when spoken to, if even then.
History:
Vincent Knightly; a named he simply picked up. Born in Italy, Vince was raised to be farmer. He lived in the Stone, 8,000 BC. He was there in the begining of the Roman Republic, the very begining of it. He trained himself, in secrecy, to become a hunter, a fighter. His sense of hearing and smell were far more powerful then those of his fellow humans. He was able to hear a fawn in a field, almost half a mile away. He could smell it even farther. Vince was able to follow a trail that a blood hound would of lost. As he grew older, his skills simply became better and better, and he was able to smell a bird in the wind hndreds of feet above him, and shoot it down blindly. There once was a child lost in the village he had grown up in, and it took him the night to find it, high in the hills, covered in dirt and soot.
At the age of twenty, he was surprised to find himself to be the healthiest of his friends, even the ones his own age. Later that year, he set forth to search the surrounding lands for other creautres, other people he may be able to draw back to the small village. One late night, Vince had found himself on the crest of a steep hill, looking out over the land to watch the moon and the stars that glowed. His mind deep in thought of just how impossibly large it could be, he slipped, tumbling down the side of the hill. Land ackwardly, he had broken his legs. Pain soared through him, and he felt the warmth of his blood seeping out of him. Clutching his legs, he felt the broken bones, and cried to all that heard him. in that moment, everything changed for him, yet he did not believe it. A creature, dark, cold and silent, crept towards him. To this day, he does not remember its face, but he remembers its voice. Like flint againt stone, it screeched, almost making him block his ears from the noise. It spoke, not in a language, but in a brain inducing pain. To Vince, it felt as if the creature was in his head, and that was exactly where it was. The creature healed him, but scars remained. Blood was still covering his body, and it pounced on him, taking control of him. That night, Vince does not know exaclty what happens. He simply remembers waking, and feeling as pain flooded through him, like that of a current in the river. He did not move for days, and when he did, he was unsteady. Vince felt different, he could hear things, that even as a human, he knew he shouldn't. His smell, was intensivied. But above all else, he felt something cold running through him, like ice. The heat from the sun hurt, and he found himself always hiding in the shadows around him. The night offered him something, coolness.
From here, Vince moved through time, taking homage in what is modern day Russia. He found it to be the only place that offered the constant coldness he needed. Here, he became close to the animals, becoming brothers with them. He took care of them, and they him. Thousands of years passed, and he found himself coming back to Rome. What he found there, was unlike anything he had ever seen. Rome, had become an organized country, instead of small villages scattered, there were cities, massive buildings. After being there for only a week, he had gathered word that a war was coming, and that every man was being called into action. Vince, having picked up the name here, took this chance to life once more. Finding a blacksmith, he crafted his own armor, his own blade, from the toughest metal, that even the strongest man in Rome could not form. Becoming enlisted, he trained along other men. Here, he met the single most important person of all his years he has lived. Thorn, his brother-at-arms. They trained together, because Vince found that this human had an odd smell, and his features were not alike to the humans. He knew then, that Thorn was different.
It took years, but Vince found the truth. Battle was invading Rome, and the friends faught along side each other. They alone, killed hundreds upon hundreds. But one fight almost ended Vince's life. An arrow set ablaze was shot at Vince, and being distracted, Vince did not see it. It was not till Thorn threw him to the ground, did he feel the searing pain that rushed through his body. Wrapping his hand in a clothe, Thorn pulled it out, but the wound did not heal as it normaly did. The arrow, made of wood, had left a gapping hole within his back. Thorn raised his arm to his mouth, and pulled apart his skin, thrusting his wrist to Vinces mouth. Till this moment, Vince had never tasted blood, but when he did, it was if a new beast was realeased inside of him. Within moments, Vince stood, and the wound was healed, though the scar remained. Closing his mind to everythign around him, he brought forth a cold wind, a wind that blew all flames out, leaving the battle field pitch black. With this, Thorn turned to Vince, and the same thought coursed through them. Together, they raided the field, leaping from one human to the next, feeding their inner beasts. That night, they escaped the grasp of battle, and slinked back to cold grasps of Russia. Together, they moved through small villages, stealing humans when needed. Together, they begam brothers, both taking the name Knightly. They both trained themselves to devolope better powers. Vince was able to create swords, harsh storms and other things that could have damage.
Once more, thousands of years passed, and Vince and Thorn both watched as the world changed around them. They stayed with the times, becoming smarter, more adapt to things. Soon though, they found themselves in England, in the Middle Ages. England provided cold winters, so each winter, they trained harder then the last. Again, battle found them, and they enlisted, fighting for the King. They won some, and they lost, but no matter what, they kept going, only becoming stronger and harder. Scars were picked up, friends lost. But for Vince, never a true love. Sure, he carried for many a women, even a male here and there, but not once, did he ever allow himself to care so deeply as to fall in love.
Vince had gather word, that there was a Island, somewhere lost to the oustide where. Influencing Thorn wasn't hard. Together, they made the trek to this place. And today, this is where they find themselves.


Image or detailed physical description:

Name:
Octavain Nothing
Major:
Psychology
Age:
29
Species:
Angelic fearie
Appearance:


Personality:
Calm, relaxed and very forgiving. Loyal to friends, but can have a short temper.
History:
Octavain was raised in a private mansion, which was also his school, and life. He never saw outside of the walls that surrounded the mansion. Staying inside, he studied and studied, finding more and more things in which he was good at. Each and everyday, he seeks to find something new.

Name:
Ares
Gender:
Male
Age looks:
35
Actual Age:
18,930
Vampire Race:
Demonic
Distinguishing features:
He can shift into a horned creature
Abilities:
He can shift himself into a horned creature with emense angry
Weapons:
A large black sword
Background/ History:
Born in the 13th century, Ares was named after his father. His father, a blacksmith, created armor and weapons for the human army. He was raised with love and care thoughtout his young age. At the age of seven, he was sent to school, learning all that he could before dropping it at the age of seventeen. Picking up the family tradition, Ares became a blacksmith along side his father. He was happy with this job, as was his mother. His mother, a loving and caring woman, had taken care of him before falling ill at the mere age of thirty-five. When Ares turned twenty, she died, and he had to bury her, along side of his father who had died a year before. After losing both of his parens, Ares went in search of a way to see them once more. After a few years, and traveling great distances, he came across a man who claimed to be able to do such a thing. He told the man that he would do anything to see them one last time. Grinning, the man made Ares sign a contract, signing his life to the Devil and all his evil. Ares did not know he was tricked till it was too late. The man leaped at Ares, biting into his neck and forcing his venom down the throat of the young man. After fighting the man to hi death, Ares was resurected in the underworld, joined in fate with the Devil. He was forced to fight the creatures wars, becoming stronger and stronger every war that was won. With the power of demons, and the venom of a vampire, Ares rose in the ranks of Hells army, becoming second in command.
Character Description or Picture:

Name:
Anton
Gender:
Male
Race of vampire:
Demonic Ice Vampire
Age actual:
7,520 Age looks:
27
Eye color:
Changes with mood
Hair color:
Changes with mood
Weight:
234 lbs
Status:
Single
Personality:
Calm, yet can be quiet a mouth. He sticks to his believes.
Distinguishing feature(s):
Scars riddle his back
Power:
He can summon unique creatures, and dark spirits, both of this world, and others. He can create small warp voids, allowing things to enter and leave
Weapon:
Single blade made of black stone
Appearance:

History:
Anton was born into a family of sex. His whole life, that was everything. He was raised to make his moeny by having sex. Soon, he became so addicted, that was all he needed, wanted in life. He is a very dominate creature, seeking lustful sex where ever he may find it.

1. Name: Tifa
2. Gender: Female
3. Race: Succumbus
4. Distinguishing Characteristic: Large, color changing eyes
5. Status:Single
6. Dominant or Sub: Both
7. Special Powers(NO GOD LIKE POWERS):Nothing really
8. History/Background(Must have one): She grew up in NYC, so she knows most of she needs to to get by. She's been having sex since she was 15, so she is always ready for it
9. Character Description/Picture(No pictures that are huge)